Title: Dead Certain
Fandom: Angel the Series
Author:
unfeathered
Pairing: Lindsey/Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Hints of D/s
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Lindsey will always keep coming back for more.
Beta: Unbeta'd
Author's Note: Written for the Timestamp Meme.
chatona requested 5 minutes after Never Lost at Love.
Angel's spunk is cold and bitter and dead. Lindsey swallows as much of it as he can and the rest of it dribbles down his chin, because Angel's hands are still clutched in his hair, holding him in. Lindsey's own hands scrabble at the backs of Angel's thighs, but he doesn't try to pull away from that grip, because he'll take being held by Angel in any way he can get it.
When Angel finally lets him go, though, Lindsey staggers to his feet, glaring and ostentatiously wiping his mouth on his sleeve, because however much he gives away when he's on his knees, he's damned if he's going to give Angel the satisfaction of showing it after the fact.
"Was it good for you?" he spits – and reels back at Angel's cold, thin-lipped smile.
"Oh yes, very good," Angel murmurs, glancing down as he zips himself up, then back up at Lindsey with a mockingly raised eyebrow. "Still here, Lindsey?"
"I'm going," Lindsey announces, seething.
"You'll be back." Angel's voice is cool and certain.
And as much as he hates Angel and his coldness and his certainty, he knows he knows he's right. He'll be back. That's for certain.
Fandom: Angel the Series
Author:
Pairing: Lindsey/Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Hints of D/s
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Lindsey will always keep coming back for more.
Beta: Unbeta'd
Author's Note: Written for the Timestamp Meme.
Angel's spunk is cold and bitter and dead. Lindsey swallows as much of it as he can and the rest of it dribbles down his chin, because Angel's hands are still clutched in his hair, holding him in. Lindsey's own hands scrabble at the backs of Angel's thighs, but he doesn't try to pull away from that grip, because he'll take being held by Angel in any way he can get it.
When Angel finally lets him go, though, Lindsey staggers to his feet, glaring and ostentatiously wiping his mouth on his sleeve, because however much he gives away when he's on his knees, he's damned if he's going to give Angel the satisfaction of showing it after the fact.
"Was it good for you?" he spits – and reels back at Angel's cold, thin-lipped smile.
"Oh yes, very good," Angel murmurs, glancing down as he zips himself up, then back up at Lindsey with a mockingly raised eyebrow. "Still here, Lindsey?"
"I'm going," Lindsey announces, seething.
"You'll be back." Angel's voice is cool and certain.
And as much as he hates Angel and his coldness and his certainty, he knows he knows he's right. He'll be back. That's for certain.
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I wasn't quite sure I'd got it right with this one.
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(He is so cute!)
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(He is!)
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Love this
glaring and ostentatiously wiping his mouth on his sleeve, because however much he gives away when he's on his knees, he's damned if he's going to give Angel the satisfaction of showing it after the fact. It really nails it :D
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