Title: Exultation of death
Rating: PG
First Posted: Long time ago
Notes: Written for a 200 word challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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In the night, a dry, whispered lust violently burst with jagged rasps onto her peach skin, soft and sweet. Deadly passion wrapping long joy-seeking fingers around a fragile, bone-crackling wrist.

She had slept, safely nestled between silent body and humbly loving arm.

He dreamt bizarre dreams of foreign worlds full of undemanding love and peaceful acceptance.

He slept, she slept, innocent, while another peered out of the black, stretched and yawned his way into this snug-fitting, long desired skin and danced a practiced mental dance of snicky-snacky delight.

To wake her now, or wait. To wake, impetuous pleasure. Not to wake, prolong the ecstacy.

Don’t wake, wait for the phantom grey of almost morning to wash over her, a beautifully fitting death shroud of murky light. Until then, pull in her fearless scent, rustle immediate cravings of ultimate devotion against her sleeping flesh, draw her slender bones closer and count the quiet beats of her heart until ...

The moment of blurred waking. The glorious moment of recognition. The elation of blood whirring and thrumming into a fear bursting skull. The moment of futile, tearing fingernails.

Torn flesh and ambrosial blood.

“Cordelia, my lovely bitch...”

“Angelus?”

The exultation of death.