Author’s Notes: Hey everyone! This story has been sitting in my ideas page for a very long time and I’ve worked on it some since then, so I decided (while cleaning my ideas page) that it was time to at least put this out to the public eye. Why am I writing this pairing? Well, to be honest, my friend and I sat up late one night and thought of every ‘out-there’ pairing we could and set out there to find it. Well, I couldn’t find any Darla/Fred stories and I thought, hmm, how would you do a story like this? This is what I came up with, bear with me here people - I’ve never written f/f before. 2,692 words. 6 pages. Complete.
Spoilers: There are some spoilers I suppose, but not many really.
Story Notes: This is Darla/Fred femslash. It’s going to take place right about the time Fred started getting more used to being back in a human dimension and became less crazy and Darla’s back too, but she’s NOT pregnant. Why? Because that would so mess with the story plotline.
Summary: Fred is just getting used to life outside of a human dimension, becoming slightly more used to the outside world. But a stranger will pull out feelings Fred didn’t even realize she had.
Feedback: Yes! Feed the author, please! Critique/Comments/Enjoyment is greatly appreciated, honestly, just drop me a line! Goddess_Delenn@yahoo.com
Distribution: My site, BFW. Everyone else has to ask, all you have to do is click the above link and tell me you want it, I guarantee I’ll say yes, you just have to ask first!
Warnings: F/F slash, mentions of sex, violence, mild language.
Pairing: Darla/Fred
Rating: NC-17
Date Started/Finished: unknown/July 20, 2006
Out Of Trouble
By ~Delenn~
Fred stared at the blonde who had just walked into the office. She quickly put down her book, and wished that Angel, Cordy, Gunn, or Wesley were there. Maybe the woman wanted one of them? She stuttered out “Hello? C-can I help you?”
Darla looked at the nervous brunette with only mild interest - she wanted Angel, and she never had been a patient person. “Not unless you happen to be a tall, dark, male vampire?”
Fred relaxed visibly, still looking the blonde over, although now she was calmer than before, “O-o-ohh! You want Angel!” To make sure she was clear, Fred added, “I’m not Angel.”
Darla nodded and almost managed to look patient. She strode across the room in a human semblance of quickness; she had already determined that there wasn’t anyone else here. Perhaps the brunette would serve as a distraction. “Yes, I am well aware that you are not Angel. Where is he…?”
Fred smiled happily, this woman had gorgeous legs, and she wasn’t sure why she’d noticed that. The smile faded, however, when Fred realized that she didn’t know where Angel was, and therefore couldn’t tell the woman where he was. “I-I, uh, don’t really know. It’s Winifred, by the way,” she started shyly, “but you can call me Fred, most people do.”
Darla sighed angrily, sitting down across from ‘Fred’ with a pout forming from her cherry lips. Darla was used to getting her way, this was not what she wanted. “Well, Fred, can you at least tell me when he’s going to be back?”
Fred cautiously asked, not wanting to further upset the lighter woman, who already looked about to cry. “What’s your name? No, I don’t know when he’ll be back, I’m just supposed to keep an eye on things and stay out of trouble.”
Darla stretched out her long legs as she took this in. Angel was gone, to who knew where for who knew how long, and he had left a new human brat to ‘stay out of trouble.’ A plan began to form in Darla’s mind… If she could not have her boy at the moment, the least she could do was indulge in some distraction. “Well, sweetie, I’m Darla. You just have a precious accent.”
Fred still found herself staring at those legs, much like she would sometimes stare at Cordelia’s legs… What was wrong with her? The woman - Darla - sounded immature but acted as though she was much older and looked to be to be somewhere in her early to mid twenties. Fred was already twenty-four, and not inclined to think about people’s ages. “Darla… that’s pretty. How old are you?” Fred covered her hands with her mouth in a gasp, “Oh, that was rude of me! I’m so sorry!”
Darla laughed and leaned forward on the chair so as to better look at Fred, who was still seated across from her, staring at her legs. This was turning into an okay evening in Darla’s mind. “It’s all right… but you’ll have to put up with me for a bit, before I tell you my age.” She acted like the idea had just occurred to her, “Say! Do you want to go out clubbing? I know this great place not too far from here…”
Fred blushed and returned her eyes to her own lap; Darla really shouldn’t have leaned forward quite so much. The offer was tempting, but Fred knew that she was supposed to stay there, and she didn’t know anything about this strange woman. “I-I don’t know… What did you want with Angel anyway?”
Darla smiled, reclining back against the chair once again. If she could just get Fred to a nice dark party, where the music was blasting and the patrons were either drunks or high… it would be perfect. “Oh, Angel saved me from some demons a while back, and every so often I drop in to see him. No big deal. Now c’mon, let’s go party… I won’t take no for an answer, and you need to lighten up!”
Fred looked down at her drab clothes and the book she was reading. Usually she liked being alone with her thoughts and books, but for once she wanted to go out and try something new. She could easily change into one of Cordelia’s dresses. “I’m supposed to stay here… But I guess it would be okay for a little bit. I just don’t know what I would wear.”
Darla smiled, licking her lips happily. Yes, she always got her way, tonight would be no exception, and there would be plenty more nights for her to come for Angel, or any of his group… That little slayer bitch still had to pay. Darla forced herself to appear bouncy as she stood up and hurried over to Fred. “Oh, no problem! Just take me to your closet, and we can find something fun together!”
Darla hurried Fred up the stairs, she barely got time to turn to Cordelia’s room before she was in it and the excitable blonde flung the closet doors open. Fred stared at the gorgeous dresses with some apprehension. Cordelia would be really pissed if she found out about this, but come to think of it, so would everyone else. “I just don’t really know what I’d wear to a club…”
Darla smiled in reassurance. After all, it was important that Fred think her a normal young girl, and not who she really was. She absently leafed through the clothes, quickly spotting the one she wanted Fred dressed in. “No problem, I do this all the time, you just go, dance, and have fun. How about this one?”
Fred stared nervously at the short blue dress that Darla had picked out… Cordelia had bought that only a few weeks ago, and would kill Fred if she ripped it, or worse! Still, Fred couldn’t think of a way to politely say no to the idea, and obediently slipped into the dress. “If you’re sure… Turn around.”
Darla smiled as Fred compliantly turned around and started to change into the dress, even though she had no intentions of turning… She wasn’t going to all this effort for nothing - even remembering to breathe was tiresome and boring. Darla did have enough sense to turn when Fred was done dressing, so as not to be found out. “Can I turn around yet?” She asked, trying not to let out the laugh that was trying to escape.
The club was lit with a mixture of colored lights that did little to penetrate the over-all darkness and heat of bodies, serving more as an enticement - along with the pounding, bouncing music.
It was like nothing Fred had ever seen before - she'd not been inclined to go out to clubs when she was younger, preferring the school library instead. The bright lights, dark atmosphere and shiny, sweaty bodies pressed up against her - it was enough to make her dizzy.
Taking Cordelia's dress had definitely been a good idea, though, or a very bad one, as Fred fit in with the skimpily clad - sparkly people surrounding her. "Isn't it exhilarating?" A voice breathed into her ear, and Fred turned to the blonde pressed up against her side.
Darla smirked as several males pressed up alongside her, pulling Fred deeper into the crowd of bodies, wondering if the human could smell the sex on all of them the way she could. It was something all right. Clubs were favorites of vampires for a reason - it was their kind of scene.
Before Fred could protest, she found herself among an even tighter throng of bodies, gyrating against hers - inappropriate body parts pressed against Fred from all angles. It was kind of exhilarating, as sever other women joined the mix, their hands ghosting down Fred's body.
Glancing to her side, Fred caught Darla's hand and eyes - who was also quite surrounded and giving as good as she got. The beat picked up and the bodies moved faster, a blur of sensation against heated skin.
After what seemed like an eternity spent in the club, with the songs, a slower song picked up, the lights fading mostly out. The hand caught in Fred's gave a little squeeze as the bodies surrounding them slunk away to find dance partners or a smoke.
It was too easy for Darla to drag Fred off to a secluded corner, in the dark, where nobody cared enough to glance and see whether they were lovers or demons. Here Darla was left with a choice. The club had been quite invigorating, a veritable orgy with clothing, and Darla knew that she could easily drain Angel's brunette and grab any one of the sweaty, warm bodies that had surrounded her (probably more than one) for a good fuck.
Angel would be irate, of course, at the loss of one of his brood. But Darla had the wicked feeling that it would be far more satisfying to leave Angel with nothing to be visibly irate about. To taint the girl with the club and blood and sex and then return her. Leave Angel to pick apart the pieces.
It would be an appropriate welcome back gift.
Pressing her body tight against the skinny brunette's, Darla moved her hips sensuously to the slower beat, taking time to press her and linger there. The girl was surprisingly willing to press her body back as their breasts rubbed together, hands clenched on hips that gyrated sinfully.
Unable to resist, Darla gave a quick lick to Fred's neck, a nip with blunt teeth, before teasing her way up to lips that were absolutely begging to be kissed. They were a little rough but still soft, inexperienced and yet eager to pull Darla in.
And, if Darla was cooler than she should be, the steaming bodies that had been rubbing against her mostly masked it, and Fred was hot enough to enjoy it without consciously noticing.
Gasping unneeded air without needing to be reminded, Darla lifted a knee, sliding it between Fred's wantonly ajar legs and rapidly pressing up until Fred moaned at the contact. Darla smirked, lips against Fred's ear, "I can make you cum right here, with all these people around, and none of them would even notice," Fred quivered slightly, "But a bed might make things more interesting…"
And, if it was the first time anyone had spoken such dirty things to her, the first time she had ever considered doing something like this, Fred refused to show it. Her hands reached boldly forward, grasping Darla's pert breasts and fondling them comfortably, "Bed it is."
Darla nodded, pleased with this development, and they left the club quickly, the only stir being their lack of presence on the dance floor when the next fast song started up.
When Angel and the others returned, the smells that hit him upon entering the hotel were enough to make him tell the others to wait and to investigate on his own. He followed the scents to, surprisingly, his own bedroom - stopping, stunned, in the doorway.
Facing him, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, was Darla, sitting on Fred's face, with four of her fingers thrusting deep into Fred's - quite exposed to Angel's view - pussy. It had been easy for Darla to, innocently of course, drag Fred to this bedroom and to this position - not that they hadn't tried several others while waiting.
Slouching forward, as Fred's thin fingers gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, keeping her there, Darla used her free hand to brace herself, keeping her other buried against Fred's bucking hips. With a muffled screech, Fred came against those fingers, biting down without thinking on Darla's clit.
Groaning, Darla let her own orgasm wash over her, keeping her fingers moving despite Fred's soft whimpers until she'd yanked another orgasm out of the brunette. Catching Angel's stunned eye, Darla slid down, hooking her legs around Fred's and whipping the girl around - so that her head was facing away from Angel and the two women had their crotches pressed up against one another.
With a wicked twist, Darla thrust their hips together, catching their clits, as her wet hand traveled up to massage Fred's breasts. Fred gasped, "Again?" Her voice exceptionally flustered and southern.
Unable to turn away, unable to believe his eyes, Angel was forced to rely on his nose, which was quite decidedly telling him that there was sex in this room, enough to have lasted for hours. With anyone else, he would have backed out and tried to forget, but this was Darla and Fred and nothing good could come out of this. So he stood, unsure how to step in.
Darla waited until Fred's eyes were closed in ecstasy again, her heartbeat fast and movements disorientated, before she caught Angel's look and beckoned him with the hand that had, seconds ago, been playing with Fred's perky little breasts. "Hello, love. Want to join us?"
Fred's mind registered the statement, but couldn't quite put it together in this haze of newly unleashed lust. Her whole body was singing and it would take a whole horde of demons to make her stop this wonderful feeling now.
Just as Fred was about to come again, a distinctly male voice cut in, "What are you playing at, Darla?"
Jerked out of her release on the pinnacle of pleasure, unable to stop from Darla's continued rocking of their hips, Fred felt her orgasm rip through her as a mixture of pleasure and pain. Angel. And they were in Angel's room, and that was Cordy's dress lying half torn on the floor, and… oh God.
But neither Angel nor Darla had any concern with Fred at the moment - Angel had already assured himself that she had not been harmed. Darla, her eyes locked with Angel's as she rode out her own orgasm, the harmonious sound of Fred's choked whimpers and fluttering thighs spurring her on, flashed a little fang. "C'mon, Angel, tell me you haven't dreamed of being between these creamy thighs?"
At her words, Darla managed to pull herself away from said thighs, revealing Fred, spread-legged, in all her glory. As soon as reasonable sense came back to her brain, Fred snapped those thighs shut like a trap. Darla laughed. "She's so tight and wet. The perfect little virgin to take your mind off of - everything."
"Leave Fred out of this," Angel gritted his teeth, unwilling to admit anything even though he knew that Darla knew his demons better than that. She knew his dirties thoughts, the ones that Angelus whispered while he lay sleeping.
"Ohh," Darla clucked her tongue, "But she's so into this already."
Enough was enough. Striding purposefully forward, Angel clasped a large hand on Darla's shoulder and yanked her off of the bed, away from Fred before she decided to use the girl as a hostage rather than a tease. "Darla-"
His words were cut off, as Darla moved closer, jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist. Her wetness seeping through his pants and she could feel that he was hard, even if he wouldn't admit it. "My precious boy…"
"Just," Angel managed to disentangle himself from those wicked legs with some difficulty, the power of speech returning to him with a glance at the quite confused Fred, huddled nervously under one of his sheets. "Just go, Darla, now. You got my attention."
"All I ever asked for," and, with a flourish, Darla had grabbed her little red dress and swept out of Angel's bedroom, still donning it - out into the night. Their confrontation was for another day. Angel was left where he'd been standing, staring, unable to get her sent off him - out of his mind.
From the direction of his bed, a small voice questioned, "Angel?"
Sighing deeply, already feeling a full-on brood settling in, Angel motioned to the bed without looking up - trying to give Fred what little privacy and dignity he could afford her. "Get dressed, Fred. We need to talk."
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