Circuit Breaker
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Gwen/Gunn
Rating: R
Summary: His voice is in her ear, hovering over but not touching her skin. She wonders if it’s consideration or fear that keeps him those few respectful millimeters from her body.
A/N: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo prompt-electricity and incorporating comics canon. Spoilers inside:Gunn was vamped during the NFA battle
“So, you got screwed too, huh? Man, when Angel sends a place to Hell, he goes the whole hog.”
The voice is familiar but flat. Her body buzzes, a tingle that has nothing to do with the blue and white crackles that swirl around her body. She’s untouchable and from the sound of his voice, so is he.
“Screwed isn’t the word,” she says, staring up at the flickering sky. The flames never go out and somehow, watching the world burn is easier than facing what she knows he’s become. “I’m plug and play Gwen, available for robberies, rescues and the occasional barbecue. “
“Your circuit breaker died on you,” he says. It’s matter-of-fact, no sympathy and no sorrow. The dead don’t feel pain and she should know this. She should but she doesn’t because she’s been around Angel too long, seen his pain. But this…this…simulacrum behind her doesn’t feel her pain and that’s how she knows he’s gone.
“Right in the middle of a make-out session on the beach,” she answers him. “I haven’t ended a date that badly in a while; at least, not on accident. “
“You dated.”
She nods, and there are no words because she remembers him from before. He swims before her eyes, resplendent in a tuxedo and conning his way into a swank party on the strength of some bullshit and a sexy smile. She killed him and brought him back, but there’s no coming back this time.
“I had a life,” she finally says in a whisper. “So did you.”
He’s almost on top of her now, inching a bit closer with every sentence. She knows what he wants from her. She hasn’t had so many kisses that she can afford to be careless with her memories. The firm pressure of Angel’s lips, the strength of that solitary heartbeat, still echo inside her.
“Took one for the team,” he chuckles. His voice, so close that it almost feels like a caress, makes her shiver. The constant crackles of electricity spark as her body moves, arcing between her fingers and the ground; the loop that defines her life.
“Wanna take another one.” His voice is in her ear, hovering over but not touching her skin. She wonders if it’s consideration or fear that keeps him those few respectful millimeters from her body.
Without looking at him, she lifts her hand. She doesn’t need to touch him and she’s pathetically grateful for that. She’s spent her whole life hungry for skin on skin, but now? She can’t bear to touch him.
The blue-white sparkles leap from her hand to his body, and the irresistible sound of that first moan draws her away from the burning sky.
He’s smiling, eyes half-closed and bottom lip sucked in. She can hear the thud of his newly revived heart, but even if she couldn’t, the pleasure on his face is enough of a tell. He’s getting off on this illusion of life.
As her hand pulls back, his flies forward. He stares at her, dark eyes narrowed and body shaking lightly to the rhythm in his veins. Gunn smirks as he moans, a long, low grunt and she can only stare as his hand travels down his body to cup the thick bulge there.
She almost leaps back. It’s her curse and she’s whored it out before, but not like this. He’s made her a living sex toy and she shudders, wiping her hands on her pants.
“Thanks,” he says with a smile, eyes briefly flickering a deep gold.
“Get lost,” she says heated, hands creeping towards the sky. “Get lost or I’ll fry your sorry ass.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “You won’t. That’s not how the good guys play.”
She stares at his retreating back. She’s not one of the good guys. But she still lowers her hands as he strides away.
Rating: R
Summary: His voice is in her ear, hovering over but not touching her skin. She wonders if it’s consideration or fear that keeps him those few respectful millimeters from her body.
A/N: Written for the
kink_bingo prompt-electricity and incorporating comics canon. Spoilers inside:Gunn was vamped during the NFA battle“So, you got screwed too, huh? Man, when Angel sends a place to Hell, he goes the whole hog.”
The voice is familiar but flat. Her body buzzes, a tingle that has nothing to do with the blue and white crackles that swirl around her body. She’s untouchable and from the sound of his voice, so is he.
“Screwed isn’t the word,” she says, staring up at the flickering sky. The flames never go out and somehow, watching the world burn is easier than facing what she knows he’s become. “I’m plug and play Gwen, available for robberies, rescues and the occasional barbecue. “
“Your circuit breaker died on you,” he says. It’s matter-of-fact, no sympathy and no sorrow. The dead don’t feel pain and she should know this. She should but she doesn’t because she’s been around Angel too long, seen his pain. But this…this…simulacrum behind her doesn’t feel her pain and that’s how she knows he’s gone.
“Right in the middle of a make-out session on the beach,” she answers him. “I haven’t ended a date that badly in a while; at least, not on accident. “
“You dated.”
She nods, and there are no words because she remembers him from before. He swims before her eyes, resplendent in a tuxedo and conning his way into a swank party on the strength of some bullshit and a sexy smile. She killed him and brought him back, but there’s no coming back this time.
“I had a life,” she finally says in a whisper. “So did you.”
He’s almost on top of her now, inching a bit closer with every sentence. She knows what he wants from her. She hasn’t had so many kisses that she can afford to be careless with her memories. The firm pressure of Angel’s lips, the strength of that solitary heartbeat, still echo inside her.
“Took one for the team,” he chuckles. His voice, so close that it almost feels like a caress, makes her shiver. The constant crackles of electricity spark as her body moves, arcing between her fingers and the ground; the loop that defines her life.
“Wanna take another one.” His voice is in her ear, hovering over but not touching her skin. She wonders if it’s consideration or fear that keeps him those few respectful millimeters from her body.
Without looking at him, she lifts her hand. She doesn’t need to touch him and she’s pathetically grateful for that. She’s spent her whole life hungry for skin on skin, but now? She can’t bear to touch him.
The blue-white sparkles leap from her hand to his body, and the irresistible sound of that first moan draws her away from the burning sky.
He’s smiling, eyes half-closed and bottom lip sucked in. She can hear the thud of his newly revived heart, but even if she couldn’t, the pleasure on his face is enough of a tell. He’s getting off on this illusion of life.
As her hand pulls back, his flies forward. He stares at her, dark eyes narrowed and body shaking lightly to the rhythm in his veins. Gunn smirks as he moans, a long, low grunt and she can only stare as his hand travels down his body to cup the thick bulge there.
She almost leaps back. It’s her curse and she’s whored it out before, but not like this. He’s made her a living sex toy and she shudders, wiping her hands on her pants.
“Thanks,” he says with a smile, eyes briefly flickering a deep gold.
“Get lost,” she says heated, hands creeping towards the sky. “Get lost or I’ll fry your sorry ass.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “You won’t. That’s not how the good guys play.”
She stares at his retreating back. She’s not one of the good guys. But she still lowers her hands as he strides away.
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on 2008-07-02 02:54 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2008-07-02 03:58 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
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on 2008-07-02 12:32 pm (UTC)You rock, hun :)
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on 2008-07-08 10:57 pm (UTC)I"m glad you enjoyed this!
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on 2008-07-31 11:25 pm (UTC)This has been open in a tab for so long, it's embarrassing - I'm delighted I finally got a chance to read it. It's a wonderful depiction of them both, taking where they were and incorporating the comics beautifully. Great job.
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