Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dark
Author: Trekker
Pairing: Jenny/Ethan
Fandom: Buffy
“A beautiful woman should never have to get drunk alone.”
And she knows, when she sees him, that she should get up and walk away. But she doesn’t. She’s settled here, on this bar stool, and she doesn’t have the energy to argue with inertia right now.
Demonic possession really takes it out of you.
The lanky, dark-eyed man all but oozes onto the stool beside her, and his hand is already making itself familiar with her shoulder, and she can’t bring herself to care. She listens to him talk about Rupert until she can’t help but join in, her tongue and mind loosened by alcohol, exhaustion, confusion.
Then he purrs, “I know how it feels. Eyghon. The power. The violence. Once it’s inside you, it never really goes away.”
And so she follows him back to his run-down motel room, and then they’re naked together on ancient, scratchy sheets, and she hates his cock inside her, and he’s hurting her, and this isn’t right, this shouldn’t be--
Shouldn’t be perfect. Shouldn’t be touching something she never knew was inside her, that never *was* inside her, and driving her mad with lust.
She shouldn’t be digging her thumb into his bandaged arm, and she shouldn’t love the way he cries out in pain and just takes her harder.
But she does.
And so when she gets home that night, that *morning*, she sobs until her pillow is soaked. Still, when she looks in the mirror later, she knows she hasn’t been able to cry it out. Never will. She’s changed.
It’s weeks before she can stand to speak to Rupert again.
The End