fandomtownies | Friday in the Park [NFB]

Shane maneuvers her skateboard smoothly down the narrow street, headed back to Amber House to change for dinner with Ben and Michael. As she turns onto Apocalypse Avenue, she spots a very familiar figure walking in the park.

Her eyes narrow as she guides her skateboard into a stop and gets off, tapping the back end with her foot to bring the nose up into her hand. Catching it, she grabs hold of the trucks underneath and carries it that way as she approaches.

[He senses her coming, and moves deliberately away. He's nothing if not a fellow of his word. He siad goodbye, and he'd meant it.]

She stops in her tracks as he moves away from her and watches him, lips pursing, jaw muscles working beneath her fair skin. She doesn't want to say it and he probably doesn't want to hear it, but that doesn't change the fact that she should say it.

"I wanted to say thank you," she calls after him.

[He stops, looking down. Turning his head slightly and not exactly looking at her, he nods...but says nothing.]

Heaving a noiseless sigh, she drops her skateboard onto the grass. "For... for the flowers," she murmurs.

Her next words are almost inaudible. "And... and for Tara."

[He turns, finally, facing her. When he speaks he sounds both annoyed and tired.] I kept up my end, pet. And I'm leaving you alone. Why must you insist up on pressing the matter? Leave me be.

"I'm not... pressing, I just -- wanted to say thank you," Shane says, frowning. She looks down at her sneakers. "I... I should apologize to Mr. Phale, too... for breaking his lamp. And Kiki. I think I... scared her pretty bad."

Yes. And you left me to discorporate. But you and Tara can now live in bliss with happiness and sunshine for the rest of your days. Make amends elsewhere Shane. I've washed you both from my hands.

Shane stares at him for several long moments before shaking her head.

"Fuck you," she mutters dispassionately. Bending down, she reaches for her skateboard. "I don't know why I'm even wasting my time."

Of course. Fuck me. I'm the bad one, right? [His irritation rises to anger] Your lovely Tara, no longer broken. Too bad your too broken to hold it together, pet. [He stalks closer to her.] You have your own demons, I'm not blind. They're eating you alive, aren't they? You never buried yours as deep.

Sensing him moving in closer, Shane straightens up and rears back just slightly, the gleam in her eyes very much like that of a caged or cornered animal. "So what?" She asks in that same quiet and emotionless tone.

So what...so what...stupid girl. Tara's only now healing. You want to ruin her with your collapse? You really want to break her now that she's finally happy? I took all that pain into me, and this is how you say thank you? By shitting all over the love you're blessed enough to have?

"I can handle it," Shane says coolly, bending down to retrieve her skateboard. When she straightens up, her gaze is shuttered as she turns to leave. "What the fuck do you care about my pain or Tara's pain, anyway..."

You made a deal with me Shane. You shook my hand and took my blood and you're not upholding your end of it. [He moves closer until he's within an arms reach.] You think I'm a monster, don't you?

"I don't think you are, I know you are," she says sharply. "Nobody but a monster would do what you did to Tara."

What I did? Temptation and torment is what I do Shane. She knew it and kept coming back for more. I'm not the monster who beat her and raped her and taught her to be afraid of life. I'm the monster who took all that out of her. You have no idea what I've done for her. You call me a monster...I'm nothing compared to you. You. You People. Stupid, cruel people...you know, Shane. You kno the cruelty of men. I can tell. [He steps closer once again, closing the distance between them. His voice has gone velvet soft, images of sex swimmng in her vision.]

Shane shakes her head just slightly, blinking, as though that might do something to clear the images away. "Just because I know doesn't mean I have to take it out on other people and make them miserable," she murmurs. "I don't have any right to do that. That's not what I'm here for."

[The velvet softness begins to buzz seductively.] What are you here for then, pet? To struggle until the day you die? To take in everyone's pain, and never release your own? You could you know...let it go. It doesn't make you weak. You could give it to me...I'd gladly take your darkness...are you ready to give, Shane? For yourself? For Tara?

Shane's eyelids flutter slightly as she stares past him, mind awash with pictures.

Women... so many... all beautiful and all there for the having... blonde, brunette... redhead... all shapes and sizes and types... goths and valley girls... cowgirls and business execs... bare skin... hair flowing through her fingers like water...

She sucks in a hitching breath and presses her lips together as she feels her body starting to react. "What are you doing...?" She whispers.

What are you doing, Shane? Are you going to give it to me? I can't take it unless you give it freely. Only you can give it...[He moves to within a breath of her lips, his breath like cigarettes and sex.] I'll take it all away with a kiss, Shane. Give it up. Let it go.

Feeling his breath against her lips, she sucks in a sharp, shallow breath and draws back slightly. "I don't... I don't kiss men," she says very softly.

How lucky for you I'm not a man, Shane, my lovely, sweet, beautiful, darling girl.

"Yeah, but you still... look like one..." Shane whispers, her voice faint even to her own ears.

Would you like me to look like someone else?

[He moves his hand slightly and his hair is long and black, glasses gone, he has blue eyes framed with long lashes. Breasts press against her chest and a tight black dress covers him. His voice is softer, higher, feminine.]

Will you give it to me now?

"Why...?" She manages, shaking her head just slightly. The images in her mind's eye still haven't gone away and it's making it so hard to concentrate. "Why -- why do you ... why do you want it...?"

Because, dearest..it's what I do. I'm a monster, remember? [Her voice is thick with desire. She presses her body against Shane softly, her hips swaying from side to side, her soft lips hovering a fraction of an inch away.] I'd like you to give it to me freely, Shane. I'm not asking though. It's your choice. Always your choice.

Licking her lips, Shane lets her eyes close for a moment but the images still don't abate... if anything, closing her eyes brings them into even tighter, clearer focus. She knows - somewhere in her head, she knows - that it's still him... but with that shape, with that body pressed against her... it's hard to remember that...

... which is how her hand winds up settling, ever so carefully, onto the other woman's hip.

"Wi-- will it ... hurt?" She asks very softly, voice wavering slightly with uncertainty.

Of course not, lover...you'll feel so much better afterwards...I ssswear. [She presses her body tighter to Shane's]

Shane's hand reflexively slides around her waist and she opens her eyes, staring at the other woman's lips for just a moment. All of it... gone... and all it would take is one kiss...

... Tara deserved to have someone ... better... than this... and all that was waiting on the other side...

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Shane licks her lips once more, anxiously, before leaning in and carefully settling them over the other woman's.

[She stands perfectly still until Shane comes to her, then she wraps her arm around Shane's waist. The kiss is gentle and soft and warm and tastes of peppermints.

Another arm snakes around Shane's shoulders and holds her close. Tight. Too tight. Crowley's lips part, dragging Shane's along with them , and then a great rushing sensation flows up from her toes and out her mouth. His tongue slithers into her mouth, lapping at the pain. He tenses, and for only an instant her growls low in his chest. Shane's pain and fear and sorrow are nothing compared to Tara's, and he takes it all in, hungrily.

When all that is left is Grace, he releases her and steps back, appearing once again in his favorite form.]

Delicious, pet. [He grins]

Hearing that voice... that low growl of a voice again, Shane's eyes blink open and widen slightly as she looks at him, hand reaching up to lightly touch her lips. "What, the kiss... or the other stuff?" She asks dryly.

Both, precious. Now, go to your love...and neither of you are welcome around me anymore, or all deals are off. [He sucks his teeth, the tip of part of his tongue peeking out.]

"Fine," Shane says, her tone perfectly calm and even. Sparing him one last glance, she frowns a little as she turns to go.

She doesn't want to be late for dinner at Michael and Ben's, after all...

Friday in the Park [NFB]

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