-Second
Battle-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
WARNING: a little violence,
bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
NOTE : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
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THE
WAR : SECOND BATTLE
I
hang the phone up, after asking for some heavy duty stain remover, claiming to
have spilled a drink on one of my favorite dresses. And no, I didn't want to
send it to the cleaners, I prefer to handle those things on my own. Okay. So...
I can work on the blood stains on the carpet, which should keep me busy for a
good portion of the time that they're gone...
And
after I'm done with that... I'll... I'll... I'll think of something else to do.
I
walk over to the door to the balcony, looking out. I'm not stupid enough to
even try going out on the balcony, the servant out there would probably just
send me right back inside. And I hate this. Being watched again, like before,
when Anne and John were keeping an eye on me. Except this time it's night, and
besides that, Mia's human so there's no fucking place I can go to get away from
all of them for even five seconds.
I
turn when I hear the door open. It's Spike. Oh, god. I will *not* lose it. I'm
calm, I'm completely ca-- "I really wish you hadn't come back here just to
tell me you're leaving, now. I already knew that so just go already--" My
voice breaks and I feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Shit. I can't ... I
run for the bedroom, intending on locking myself in the bathroom, and staying
there until he comes back later. I just can't do this goodbye; *especially*
when it might be for good.
Shit. I
race after her and slip into the bathroom *just* before she closes the door.
"Hey,"
I say as I pull her sobbing body to mine. "Shh-" I coo (yes, coo, but
no one but her and I know about it, so) and rub her back through the robe.
"It's okay."
"I'm
sorry," I sob, clutching my arms around his waist and holding on for dear
life. "I hate this, I hate myself for doing this to you, I hate that I
can't be strong and supportive, like I *should* be. I know you have to do this,
for me, for us, and you don't have a choice. I know you need me to be stronger
than this. I don't want to distract you or keep you from thinking about the
things you *need* to think about right now. But I'm so fucking scared that I'm
never going to see you again. Oh god, Spike, I don't ... I've never loved
anyone this much..."
"Shhh-"
I say before covering her mouth and slipping my tongue between her lips.
I untie
the robe and push it off her shoulders and I'm glad I never got dressed earlier
because it makes it easier to slide inside her.
Anton
told me he'd call Emily and put them on warning and I'm glad, because I'm able
to make love to her now.
I keep
kissing her as I pull her hips up and her legs wrap around my waist. I turn us
around so she can rest on top of the bathroom counter as I enter her.
"Spike,"
I gasp. I slide my arms around his neck, and bury my face against his throat as
I just enjoy the feeling of him inside me. Don't leave me, I want to say. Stay
here, like this, forever. Just forget about Penn and Donovan. We can run away,
somewhere they'll never find us.
I
don't say any of those things, though. I would never ask him to change from
that strong, confident man who would give his life to protect myself and the
others he loves. I wouldn't *want* him to run away, even if it would keep him
safe. It would change him from what he really is, and then he would no longer
be the man I fell in love with. The vampire I fell in love with, who I promised
I would *never* ask to change.
I still
inside her completely just as she's ready to orgasm.
"Lia,"
I say, "Look at me." She does and I say, "You are *much*
stronger than you think."
I kiss
her again and continue, "There are women that would have *stopped*
*living* after some of the stuff you've been through- after what happened with
Penn, after falling through the stairs, after seeing some of the things you've
seen. There are grown *men* who would have just stopped living. But you
haven't.
"And
hell, you're strong enough to put up with my daily, annoying silence. And
*that* takes guts."
"I'd
rather have you here and quiet, than not--" I shake my head and try to
will away the urge to cry. "God, how can you call this strong? You're not
even a hundred feet away and I'm practically losing my mind, and meanwhile, Mia
is just sitting, so calmly, calm enough to be trying to calm *me* down...
"
"Cordelia-
she's had six *hundred* years of practice. She's had six hundred years to trust
her own strength and to build a bond between her and Anton. She's had six
hundred years to learn to be calm and to *know* that he won't leave her. No
matter what.
"We've
only had six *days*, Luv, if that. But you're *much* stronger than you think-
squeeze my cock, Baby."
I
roll my eyes and slowly tighten my passage around him, a little at a time,
progressively squeezing him tighter every second. Everything's about sex to
him. Not that that's a *bad* thing... but... oh... shit, not a bad thing at
all...
"FUUUUUCK!"
I growl. "HOLYFUCK WOMAN!" Oh my god. It's *never* been like this.
"Shit..." I grab the base of my cock and balls to stop myself from
coming.
Once I
have control I use my other hand to takes hers. "Feel this," I say,
placing her hand over mine. I allow her hand under mine so she can feel the
throbbing caused by the cut-off orgasm. "A weak woman could *never* make
me come by doing that. A weak woman could *never* squeeze me like you do, or
drive me half as wild with need. The past week- I've been *constantly* hard
because *that's* what you do to me. I've *never* craved anyone like I do you.
"In
the past, I may not have picked the *best* lovers- but I've *never* picked one
ill-matched for my strength. And I've *never* chosen someone who could take as
much of my passion as you.
"Even
if *you* don't believe in you- *I* *do*."
I lift my
hand off of hers and she keeps it there, holding off my orgasm. "You
decide when," I say before thrusting into her again. She stays wrapped
around me, holding my cock, as I fill her over and over again.
I
moan and arch against him, clutching at his shoulders when I slide off the
counter of the sink. He slips his hands under my ass to move me back and I
shake my head at him. "No... god you're so... deep inside me," I
moan. "Just... don't ... move."
I
begin rippling my muscles along the length of his cock, like I did that... was
it the first or second night? I've lost track. But I imagine it's giving him
the same feeling as actually thrusting, in and out. I know it's giving *me* the
same feeling. I begin to tremble, as the movement stimulates that sweet spot
inside me, repeatedly.
"I
... I love you ... Will," I moan, and let go of his cock, to wrap my arms
around his neck as I tighten my legs around his hips.
OHfuck.
That's it.
"LIA!"
I shout as start coming inside her. "Drink me," I growl before
sinking my fangs into her neck.
"WIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL!"
I shriek as I come, holding onto him, as tightly as I can. Oh god... oh god...
that feels... oh god...oh shit...
I
fall back a little, in all my thrashing around, and Spike stumbles forward to
lean me against the counter again. I reach my hands back to help steady myself
and one of my hands closes around... my razor. Ignoring any screaming voice
telling me to think about what I'm about to do, I pop the blade out and then
raise my hand to cut his throat, just a small cut, but deeper than what my
teeth could make. I immediately close my mouth around the wound and suckle at
the blood, hungrily.
OH
BLEEDIN' HELL!
Oh shit.
I come again. And again. And I swear- one more time and my cock's gonna fall
off.
Although-
it's still not *flowing* so I push her away a bit and take the blade from her.
I place
the blade over the small cut she made and push it in a good inch before
dragging it down a few inches and *really* opening a wound. "I swear to
you, Cordelia, I will *not* leave you. Tonight or any other. I swear it in our
blood."
I push
one of my fingers into the wound and cover it in blood. I paint her chest,
first with her initials and then with mine: WoN (William of Nest). "We are
eternal, Lia. *Forever*."
And then
I pull her mouth back to the cut as I sink my fangs into her neck again.
I
latch my mouth onto the cut and whimper as his blood spills onto my tongue.
Shit, I can *taste* his strength, his power, and his ... his love... And it's
the first time I've *known* just how intensely he loves me, and that
realization brings tears to my eyes.
I feel
her tears spilling on my shoulder and into the cut and trickles of blood on my
chest and I just hold her tighter, drink deeper.
This will
secure the change and *her* as *mine*.
And I
really don't wanna *stop* but I tear myself away from her and jump back away
from the counter.
Her lips
are red from my blood, her teeth are slightly stained, still doused in my
essence. Shit.
Shit. I
look down and the wound is start to close and she takes a cloth and goes to
wipe the remaining blood from my chest, but I stop her. "NO."
"This,"
I say pointing the blood running down my chest "And these," I trace
over the letters I wrote on her in blood. "Will dry and fade. It's our
promise to each other- forever."
Yeah,
right. Forever. And I believe he means it, but he's still leaving and risking
*losing* forever. And even though he's also doing that *for* us, so we *won't*
lose forever...
And I
know he'll do everything he can to come back to me. I know that. It's still
just hard for me to deal with the fact that he's leaving, in the first place.
*WHY*
can't I just have *one* *thing* in my life that I don't have to be so
constantly fucking scared about losing? Haven't I earned that, after everything
I've been through? It's just NOT FAIR, damn it!
I can
sense his worry, as he studies my face, trying to figure out what I'm thinking.
Shit. If I can sense that, he knows how scared I still am.
I can
just see the wheels turning in her head because she's only human.
She's
scared.
"Lia,"
I say as I pull her into my arms. "I know the things I said, on the plane,
scared you. And honestly, I thought it was going to be bloody- but I think I've
come up with a much better plan."
I think
perhaps if she knows what I'm planning- she'll feel a bit better.
"I
was... *persuasive* and I got Noah talking. I know what Penn is planning and I
can stop him now. He- wasn't going after *me*, or *us* directly- not at first.
But I can't prove that without Noah. So we'll threaten Donovan into giving us
Penn and then Noah will accompany Penn to the Council to attest to the treason
Penn was planning. So it's not as dangerous as I originally planned."
"How
can you be so sure that Donovan *will* give you Penn?" I wonder. "Or
that, even if he does hand over Penn, the Council will believe Noah? Penn
convinced them once to let him go, what if he does it again? Then what?"
"Because
there is a small group of vampires on their way to assassinate Em and her
sisters as we speak, on Penn's orders. They'll be apprehended and taken to the
Council as well. *And* you've now affirmed your place in this clan and in the
order. *And* Anton is taking the proper channels to declaring you an
untouchable."
I look
into her eyes and say, "*And* Donovan may be willing to war with a broken
clan with no leader, but *no* *one* has *ever* challenged Anton's clan and survived
to tell the tale, let alone won. They've tried to take him out numerous times
and haven't even come close. He even took on an Empirical from another Order
and won. Donovan won't risk it, if he knows Anton is *with* me and taking a
personal interest in this."
"It
sounds... reasonable," I say. "And I trust you Spike, really, I do. I
can't help worrying, though. But please don't let whatever you know I'm feeling
distract you from what you have to do. You just... you just have to come back
to me. I'll be fine, as long as you just come back to me."
"I
will," I say before adding, "I tasted Mia in your mouth, Pet."
What?
Oh. "Yeah, I almost forgot about that. She was -- she was trying
everything she could think of to calm me down. Talking, distraction... She
kissed me. I feel bad, I pushed her away and I wasn't exactly tactful about it.
I just... wasn't in the having fun kind of mood. And I... when she tried to get
me to just sit down and talk to her... God, I was so rude. I really need to
apologize to her. She was just trying to help..."
"I'm
sure she understood. But- I should probably get the ball rolling before it's
sunrise again."
As much
as I don't wanna watch her put that robe back on and as much as I don't wanna
go out there and get dressed... I fear it's necessary. "Shall we?" I
ask as I open the door for her.
Oh dear.
I look over and can not help but smile proudly. I glance over at Anton and
surely he remembers the night he made the promise to me and wrote *our*
initials on *me*. I drank of him completely and... it's just beautiful.
I walk
over to them both. "Congratulations!" I say gleefully as I embrace
each of them. "So wonderful! My love and I are *so* happy for you
both!"
"Huh?"
"Well,
you've- sworn yourselves to each other. Eternally. You solidified the change
and swore it in blood."
I pull
the robe back a bit to see the tips of the letters written on her skin.
"You belong to each other now. And *you*, Dear, belong to this
Order."
"Oh."
And I guess Spike did say something about that earlier, but I was too busy
thinking about other things to pay much attention. "Right.
"Mia,
I wanted to ... apologize, for earlier," I tell her. "For yelling. I
wasn't yelling *at* you... I was just ... upset. And I directed it at you and
that wasn't fair. I'm sorry."
"Do
not give it another though, Amore," I say before placing a gentle kiss on
her lips.
Wow.
Mia
called Lia 'Amore'? She doesn't even call *me* that! She must *really* be fond
of her.
And I'm *very*
happy about that. I *knew* she'd fit into this world. She was made for it.
I grab a
pair of jeans and get dressed as I glance at Anton and Noah. "We should
get the show going, huh?"
"Yes,"
I nod. "We should. I was just about to find you, actually. I got a call
about two minutes ago, from one of my minions who are guarding the hotel.
Donovan and Penn did attempt to enter, but my men informed them they were not
welcome anywhere near this place.
"There
was a small fight between some of my men, and some of Donovan's, but nothing
major. Donovan called his men off after a few minutes, probably realizing it
wasn't brilliant to start a clan war until he explored other options first. He
told one of my men to pass on the message that he expects Noah to return by
dawn -- apparently he thinks Noah is here of his own free will. He left a
number where he could be reached, if there was anything you or I wished to
discuss with him. I also have the name of the hotel where he and Penn are
staying."
"Good."
Good. We know that Penn and Donovan are together.
I pull on
my duster and look at Mia and then at Cordelia, and then at Mia. "If
anything happens- if anything... goes wrong and I- you'll take care of her?
Keep her safe?"
"Don't
answer that," I say, cutting her off. I look back at him. "Don't even
*think* it. You're coming back to me, because you *have* to. If you want me to
go on, you *have* to come back to me."
"Mia?"
I ask, ignoring Lia for the moment.
"Absolutely,"
she responds.
"Damn
it, Spike! You said this wasn't going to be very dangerous so stop talking like
you're not coming back!"
I smile
before grabbing her hand. "Let's go then."
WHAT?
I'm tempted to smack him, but also tempted to hug him. I go with the hugging.
But I do mutter, "Don't do things like that to me, Spike. Can't you feel
how fast my heart's beating? You really scared me for a second."
"Later,
when you're a famous actress, you'll thank me for giving you these moments of
terror and bliss to recall as you're on stage," I say with a grin before
kissing her.
"Besides,
you *are* my mate and now have joined our clan in blood. Plus, you're getting
stronger every second now and I *know* Mia will protect you if things get
rough. But I don't expect them to."
"*And*
dear William wishes to show off his find!" I say as I take my love's arm.
"Noah- our men will escort you to the airport. You should be in protective
custody by daylight. And once this mess is straightened out, I am told you will
be joining our clan."
"Yes,
Madame."
"Happy
to have you! Now- let us take care of this pesky problem so that Lady Lia and I
might enjoy the races tomorrow while you boys sleep in your coffins!"
"Dearest,
you *know* none of us have slept in coffins for over three hundred years,"
I say with an exaggerated sigh. "And a good thing too, they weren't half
as comfortable as a nice soft bed. And not roomy enough for two... or
three," I add with a grin over at Will. "Or more..." I say with
a look over at Cordelia.
"And
it is a good thing, Amore. You think I would have stayed for six hundred years
if I kept having to climb into a *coffin* to wake my lover? To quote that movie
'As if!'"
I
smile as the two of them bicker playfully. I hope that Spike and I are still
that much in love six hundred years from now. And -- oh! "I have to get
dressed!" I say, pulling away from Spike and running for the bedroom. I
have my robe off before I realize I forgot to shut the door behind me. Oh well.
Nothing they all haven't seen.
And
besides, I'm in a hurry. Right. That's it. I'm not at all enjoying the
possibility that they might be watching me dress.
I
grab a short, black, leather skirt, pulling it on. Short as in, the hem falls
to mid-thigh. Spike loved it when I tried it on in the fitting room back on
Rodeo Drive; so much so that I didn't even get it on, before he was inside me.
Damn... that was.... okay. Not now. I pull a black blouse out of the closet,
slipping it on. It's sheer in the sleeves and bodice, down to about the top of
my breasts, and from there downward, the material is solid. It's also tight
fitting. I slip on a pair of knee-high leather boots to finish off the look.
And I think I look pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
And
when I turn to look at the others, who *were* watching me from the doorway, I'd
guess that they would agree with that assessment of how I look.
She is
stunningly beautiful and I growl at the boys as they lunge for her. And I don't
growl often.
"Now
is *not* the time," I say, glancing down at my rather boring pant suit.
I walk
to her and can't resist brushing my hands across her breasts and down to her
waist. "You look beautiful my dear. Perhaps you'll... take me shopping
some time and get me out of these boring clothes."
"I'll
get you out of those boring clothes right now," I offer but- I *do* wanna
get this over with.
"Down
boy," I say with a grin as I walk over and kiss him quickly. "We've
got stuff to do, we can all play later."
As we
walk to the door, I turn to Mia and say, "And don't you ever think you
look boring. You look perfect, so elegant...People see you and they all *know*
you're supposed to be respected. Me, on the other hand. People see me and
*most* of them think 'slut.' So I think if anything, I need some fashion advice
from *you*."
"You
grow into the part, Amore. As you meet more and more vampires who are thrice as
old as your mate, you realize that you *have* to look the part. Unfortunately,
vampiresses must try twice as hard to have respect and standing within the
clan. This is why I'd much rather be whatever human/vampire mixed creature that
I am."
"Good-
you ladies can talk about clothing some other time. We have bigger fish to
fry."
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