Random-Ass Open RP

[effulgent]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too. I make no promises for logic, especially if I don't know the canon.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits! If the character has no icons yet, I will find icons. Or you can make me pick.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[bigbad]

[He grinds up against her in return, one hand slipping up her shirt, feeling the warm skin of her back under his hand. He thinks smugly of how desperate she feels. The boy can't be nearly as good no matter how much she cares for him. What she and Spike have... whatever it is... it's something deeper than just physical lust. It's fire. His demon and her soul, fighting in an entirely different way than how it used to be.

He breaks away from her lips, but he doesn't go far. He presses sloppy kisses to her jawbone, moving his way down her neck, running his tongue over the faint marks from where he bit her last time.]

[ladyhacksaway]

[ the drag of his tongue over the mostly-healed red marks where he'd bit her causes her to shiver notably at the memory. her body quakes, with both disgust and longing for the way she'd let him consume her.

she plants her hand on his chest and shoves him down hard into the grass and straightens up, drawing away. her eyes lock on his, dark and wild and ragged around the edges with an animalistic kind of desire that frightens her. her lips are parted from the heavy breaths she's taking, lips slowly chapping in the cool air. ]

No biting. [ not no doing this. just no biting. in that moment, she truly hates herself. the hand against his chest balls up, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and dragging him up to a sitting position so she can kiss him with renewed fervor. she breaks away after a moment. ] Not here. Someone will--[ she hurries the words out. ] Someone'll see.

[bigbad]

Fine. [He won't bite. Not unless she begs. He looks around.] No one'll see. [But even so, he stands up, not moving further away from her than he has to. He doesn't want to break whatever spell that gets her going like this.] Where?

[slay]

Willow's at the library. Gone all night. [ her stomach twists and she feels sick for even suggesting it. no. nonono. baddirtywrong. all night, but what about the morning? what about when spike is still--but he wouldn't be. he wouldn't still be there because he's not riley. ] I can't. [ she gets to her feet, backing off. ] I can't do this. Riley--[ she covers her mouth with her hands. god, what is wrong with her? ]

[bigbad]

[At the library's code for "lesbian sex," isn't it?

Also, crap, he doesn't want her having second thoughts, second thoughts are bad.]

Riley isn't here. Riley isn't the one who just got your panties so sodden, I'm surprised you're still standing. [He steps in again, fingers brushing her hips.] I could take care of it for you...

[slay]

[ her will bends over backwards in a way that only spike can manage to get it to and she nearly melts into his touch, but then she steps back suddenly, holding a hand against his chest to keep him at arm's length. ]

No! [ she deflates. ] You got your kiss. I did what you asked, now just--Go. Please. [ toward the end there, the plea becomes genuine rather than a barked, defensive order. ]

[bigbad]

[The plea gets him in a way barked orders never have. His expression softens, and he covers her hand with his, but not to hold her there. He just squeezes it briefly and lets go, not entirely sure what he's doing.]

All right.

[slay]

[ it's clear from the bewilderment in her expression that this isn't the response she was expecting. more lewd commentary, maybe. more wheedling. taunts about riley. but there's nothing. there's ... she stares at her hand as he squeezes it, and continues to stare even after he lets it go. ]

What are you doing? [ it answers a lot of things. why spike infuriates her the way he does. he's never fit nicely into the box that she has to put vampires in to kill as many as she does without flinching. they're evil. unconscionably, unquestionably. soul makes for potential not evil. makes for not with the slaying. spike's ... more complicated. he comes in and messes it all up. and he's not how a vampire is supposed to act at all and it makes her wildly uncomfortable and so far out of her comfort zone. ]

[bigbad]

You gave me the kiss I wanted. [Gave it and more.] What'd you expect, me to knock you out and chain you up so I could have my wicked way with you? [He would have considered it, but he can't knock her out without his head exploding in pain, and he's still working on scavenging up some shackles.]

[slay]

That's not what I--[ but she stops herself because she doesn't want the answer. she doesn't want to know why there's all this uncertain tenderness going on between them because it's not going to lead anywhere good. and it can't be there. ] ... Honorable doesn't exactly come to mind when I drum up personality quirks that suit you, Spike. So sue me for being a little surprised.

[bigbad]

Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought. [It comes out defensively, mostly because, well, she's right and Spike's got no idea why he acted differently. He could have gotten her to go further. He probably still could. So why isn't he?]

[slay]

And yet, still better than I want to. [ she says it with pursed lips and exaggerated snideness. it drains out of her pretty quickly. she takes a wary step forward and leans in to press a light, chaste kiss to his lips. it only lasts a moment, a quiet thanks for what he's doing. ]

[bigbad]

[It's... nice. Makes his heart feel warm instead of cold and dead in his chest. He watches her, a little confused at the gesture and how it makes him feel. Is this what it's like for her boy? Sweet and caring? For a moment, he's consumed with jealousy. This isn't the sort of kiss she'd usually give him, as much as any of their kisses can be called usual. Even when they'd been engaged from Willow's spell, they's always slipped in tongue and open mouths and fire. The attraction between the two of them was far to visceral and primal to allow for gentleness. And for a moment, he wants it. He wants cuddling and chaste kissing and holding hands and all the things she'd do with the boy and not with Spike. He wants it so bad, it almost hurts.

Then he's over it. That's how he was with Drusilla. Never with Buffy, who he hates. Vicious, bloody shagging sessions that leave both of them raw and aching for weeks, that's what he wants with Buffy. It's better. Less emotionally fulfilling, maybe, but what does William the Bloody care for emotions? He wants the fire. Why else would he shag his nemesis?

And yet, he smiles at her. No reason to be mean when they're not shagging, he tells himself, though he's not quite sure why he'd want to be nice. Maybe if he's nice, she'll be more interested in coming back. Girls like nice guys, right? Except he thinks back to when he was bloody nice and how bloody Cecily thought that he was beneath her. No. Girls don't like it when guys are nice. That's not the way to win her heart. Not that he even wants her heart.

The smile twists into a smirk.] Go on, then. Keep pretending.

[slay]

Right. You, too.

[ she tucks her chin, glancing down, then away, then turning her body to follow the line of her head and about faces to start walking away from him. she saw that smile. and she felt his gentleness and she doesn't really understand what to make of it. it's frightening and mollifying all at once.

all too happy to pretend she'd never seen that, that she'd only seen the smirk, that he didn't have the capacity for anything else because it made things simpler. more straightforward. the less gray area, the more sense it all made, and spike had already been firmly stuck in gray area courtesy of that chip and his weird deal-striking.

but if he ever got that chip out ... she couldn't go through that. not again. chip couldn't blur the line. he still wanted to be evil, he was just ... tethered. and she was convenient as long as he was, because it was the most damage he could do. her hand reached up as she walked away and rubbed over her neck, thoughtful and distracted. over where he'd bitten her. ]