Taking The Hard Way Out
PART: 16/?
AUTHOR: Wajoma
FEEDBACK: ctibbie@yahoo.co.uk
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The good spirits smiled benevolently down at them both, locked in
each others embrace. Things were moving along as planned, and
everything would soon be as it should. A whoosh of light and
flame suddenly pierced through the spirits, though, and the
darkness that accompanied it enveloped the good spirits and
dragged them down towards the caverns and basements that wound
underneath the hotel. The yowls of pain and the sounds of
struggle shook the hotel to its foundations. It was as though
time had stopped to pay its respects.
The chill in the air that had been nagging at the guests since
their arrival intensified. Giles drew his coat tightly around
himself. He hated this feeling of being so out of his depth. He
was a watcher god-damn it, and just sitting around waiting for
the next clue to land in his lap was driving him slowly insane.
**Ahhh insane,** he thought to himself, **like the vampiress
Drusilla.** She fascinated the more curious side of his nature.
She was such a contridiction, so dark and evil, yet still
retaining her childlike innocence. He coughed unconciously and
adjusted himself slightly in his seat. How he would love to study
her more closely, purely for the sake of research, of course. It
was incredible to him that she could be so seperate from reality
but still managed to have learned so many things, like the demon
languages. That had been totally unexpected, and he wondered what
other secrets she held. Perhaps he shouldn't be so quick to
dismiss her ramblings. After all, those ramblings could well turn
out to be of importance to the Scoobies' wellbeing.
He needed to do something now, though, something distracting. It
was time to head back to the library; perhaps he could glean some
more information about what they had to do.
Giles stood, gathering the tools of his trade -- the parchment
with the prophecy, a notepad, pencil and eraser -- and headed out
of his room in search of knowledge. As he exited the room, he
strode straight into a waiting Drucilla.
"Ah, Drusilla, I was hoping we'd have a chance to speak again.
The deciphering of the parchment last night was very enlighening,
and I wanted to thank you for your assistance. I did, however,
want to ask you what you thought, in particular about the archaic
phrasing. I found it a little perplexing, to say the least."
Drusilla hummed quitely to herself, and Giles couldn't place the
tune. It was something old, and strangely hypnotic. He
unconciously began to hum along with the vampiress. She smiled
secretly and took his hand, dancing around him in circles and
rubbing gently against him.
Giles snapped back into himself as her thigh made contact with
his. He pulled his hand quickly away from hers and moved away
from her. "Perhaps later we can all meet in the parlor and
discuss this further, but right now, I have to go."
Dru pouted in her very best little girl face, and whined at him,
"Dance. We all have to take our turn. All they ever do is dance."
Then her whining lifted into a higher pitch as she became
agitated. "Ooohh . . . Up, down, over and over goes my pretty
pretty. Why do I have to wait in the line? Where's my ticket?"
Drusilla keened into Giles ear, "Over and over, round and round,
the birdies won't land for the winter." Her hands traced the air
around Giles' face, fluttering without landing. "They'd rather
die than be in the warmth."
"Yes well, its hardly warm in here is it? This infernal chill
will be the death of me." Giles tried to move past her. "If
you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be right now.
Perhaps you should go and find 'Daddy'. I'm sure you're being
missed."
Drusilla started to wail at the mention of Angel. "He's dying and
he can't be saved. What's the time? There isn't time." She
paused and looked at Giles with a terrifying clarity. "Why do
they call you Watcher? You don't wear a watch. Do you just watch
as we all drown and die til the darkness has been consumed?"
Drusilla sounding lucid was infinately more frightening than her
insane ramblings. Giles found himself backing away from her, but
she just moved closer to him, shadowing him down the hallway. Her
eyes were wild, and even though she didn't have a need for
breath, she was panting anyway. Like a lioness after a kill. The
golden glitter in her pupils flashed intermittently, looking for
all the world like twinkling starlight.
Giles felt the panic rising in his chest, even as his groin was
rising with arousal. He groped behind him, searching blindly for
an open door, a means of escape. Hardly dignified Watcher-like
behaviour, but he knew if he stayed things were bound to get even
less watcherly.
"Thank god," he muttered to himself, as the handle gave way and
the door behind him opened. He turned swiftly and threw himself
into the room, slamming the door behind himself.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he began to make out
shapes. He could see chains and a large wooden chair, similar to
a thone but nowhere near as elegant. The chair had cuffs on the
arms and legs, obviously meant for restraining the wrists and
ankles of its guest. There was a table to one side. Laid out with
surgical precision was an impressive selection of whips, some
knives, and two paddles -- one made of wood, and another that was
leather on one side, and velvet on the other. Giles couldn't stop
himself from picking the latter up and testing its weight. It
felt good in his hand, like it had been made for him. He quickly
put it down, afraid to get too comfortable with it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a movement in the shadows.
He jumped slightly, startled, his movement taking him
unconciously toward the chair. She was on him in an instant,
forcing him backwards even further til the chair hit the back of
his legs, knocking him into the seat. She snapped the manacles
shut before he could even think to struggle.
"How did you get in here Drusilla? I locked you outside."
"The whisperers wanted me to be with you. ALL the darkness and
light will be as one. Watch me, be in me, timekeeper; be in me."
Her voice took on a hypnotic quality as she took his mind on a
journey with her own. Their eyes locked as she swayed to and fro,
beckoning his mind and body to join with her.
"Tic-tok . . . tic-tok . . . tic-tok." Her head flicked from side
to side in time with her words. Then she stopped. "It's time."
She glided towards him, slowly stripping her dress from her
shoulders. Giles hardened as he watched her striptease. Her hips
swayed and shimmied as the dress fell the rest of the way to the
floor, leaving her naked before him. She danced and swayed,
turning so that he could see her from all angles. He strained
against the chair, desperate to break free, not sure if he wanted
to run away from her seductions or towards them.
She leaned into him, so close that he could smell her, almost
taste her skin. She licked slowly up his jawline towards his ear.
The tension was angonising. As she laved her tongue against his
skin, her hands slowly, but deliberately unbuttoned his shirt and
pulled it open and off his shoulders. She whispered against his
neck, "Awwww, poor birdy, Miss Edith says I need to rip you, tear
you open, and let all the pain fly away. Do you want to hurt?"
"I, I . . . No, I mean, I don't know, please no . . ."
She reached around his neck, so that her breasts rubbed lightly
against his cheeks. He tried to pull back and away, not wanting
to give in to the temptations laid before him. As he pulled back,
Drusilla took hold of a leather collar that was attached to the
back of the chair. Her nimble fingers made quick work of locking
the buckle into place, and Giles found that with his head
secured, his entire body was now immovable.
"Pain loves company my birdy. Are you where it's warm yet?"
Drusilla sliced along his collarbone with her fingernail as she
asked, smiling with glee as his blood dripped down his chest and
snaked towards his nipple. "Go south for the winter little robin,
down down down." Then she dipped her head and lapped at the trail
of blood on his chest, circling his nipple and painting little
patterns with the red stain. Giles' hips bucked involuntarily.
Dru took pity on his condition and, reaching down, flicked open
his belt and pants, easing him loose.
Then she left him.
He couldn't turn and see her, but he could hear her at the table.
Trying to imagine what she was doing was making him harder and
harder. The anticipation was agonising. He strained his ears,
desperate for any clue as to what lay ahead for him. Then, just
as the tension was becoming unbearable, it happened: the sting as
the riding crop landed over his collarbone, right where she had
cut him. He screamed out, as much from suprise as from actual
pain.
She began to giggle. "That's what my birdy wanted, wasn't it?"
The crop fell again, across his other shoulder. He wished that he
could see her. He wanted to watch her body as she put all her
strength into the swing. He wanted to appreciate her power.
"Your birdy wants to see you." His voice was a harsh whisper.
"Tut tut. Birdies can't talk. Not little robins with red breasts.
You can only whistle. Call out to your mate."
Giles pursed his lips and made a low whistle.
Drusilla grinned widely. "Birdy likes to play," she singsonged,
clapping her hands and dancing around into sight. "What a good
good birdy. Miss Edith says we can let you out of your cage a
little now." She reached forward and released one wrist. Giles
reached out and grabbed her as soon as he felt the small amount
of freedom. He pulled her in, and latched onto her breast with
his mouth, rolling the nipple between his teeth and flicking it
with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure as he devoured her.
"You're getting warmer," she whispered. "Will my birdy burn for
me?"
A low rumbling in his throat was his only reply.
He spun her around so that her back was facing him . . . and
pulled her closer, so that her buttocks were pressed against him.
He thrust his hips up, and she pressed back even further in reply
to his unspoken request. His fingers tweaked her nipple as the
weight of her breast rested in the palm of his hand. Not being
able to take control of situation was driving him to the brink.
He needed to feel her under him, and surrounding him, soon,
before he came in his own lap.
The heat radiated from him, as he fought for control of himself.
Drusilla's head was laying back on his bloodied collarbone, and
he was thrusting his tongue into her ear as he dry humped the
cleft of her ass. He dropped his hand from her breast, and down
to her clit. He teased her, just brushing gently against her.
She was torn. If she moved forward to get more contact with his
hand, she would lose the delicious feel of his cock against her,
but she needed more from his fingers. She growled and vamped out.
He wasn't supposed to be the one controlling her. She leapt up
and turned around, stepping through the arms of the chair so that
her feet were back on the ground, but she was directly above him.
She sunk onto his erection with a ferocity befitting her demonic
existance. He gasped as he realised that she had vamped. It was
all he could do not to come. She was so feral, completely wild
and untamed. And he was inside her. He was part of that wildness.
He thrust into her, and she pushed back against him as hard as
she could. Her legs wrapped around the back of the chair, giving
her more leverage. Her strength was terrifying, and he prayed
that he came before she snapped him in two.
His free hand clung to the cheek of her arse, and one finger
probed against her, seeking entrance. His mouth latched onto her
neck, suckling and biting her as she came in waves around him.
The chill of her fluids shocked him into his own orgasm. They
sunk against each other, both of them damp with his sweat.
After a few moments, Drusilla climbed off and started to clean
the both of them with her tongue, lapping up the salty sweat,
still with her vampire visage on. She lifted one, then the other
of her breasts and licked them for his viewing pleasure, never
breaking eye contact. When she had done as much of herself as she
could reach, she started on him, like a cat cleaning its kitten.
Occasionally, she would slice him slighty with one of her fangs
and then quickly lick the wound shut again. By the time she was
done, he was covered in tiny cuts in a zig-zag pattern over his
chest and thighs. He was hard again from her ministrations, and
she gave him a leisurely blow job before gathering her dress up
like everything that had just happened had been the most normal
thing in the world, and started towards the door.
Giles cleared his throat, then asked softly, "Are you going to
untie me, Drusilla?"
"No need to, birdy. The others will take you where you are needed
now."
"What others?" Giles struggled against his binding. "NO! You
can't leave me here like this, DRUSILLA! What others?" He tried
to manipulate the bindings on his right hand using only his free
left one, but the buckles were on the outer side and he couldn't
get the angle right. He watched as she stepped back into the
hall, her clothing bundled up under her arm, naked as the day she
was born.
There were voices outside. It was Xander and Cordelia. He looked
down. His shirt and pants were unbuttoned and his flaccid cock
bare for anyone to see. He tried to one-handedly stuff himself
into his pants as the voices got closer and closer. He could hear
them clearly now, talking to Drusilla. She was telling them where
he was. The blush of shame left him feeling like he truly was
Dru's burning birdie.
Xander walked into the room. "Hey, watcherman, you ready to go
then?"
Cordelia followed. "You know, Xander, this hotel really isn't
good enough. How can I work my tan without a pool? We really need
to find a way out of Bates Central."
They both stopped and looked at Giles, as he flustered and
blushed an even darker shade of crimson.
"Well, G-man, you're not going to just sit there all day are
you? Places to go, ghosts to bust, ya know."
Giles looked down at himself, only to realise that he was sitting
in the parlor chair in his suite, fully clothed and as dignified
looking as ever.
"Did you two just see Drusilla in the hall?" he asked
tentitively.
"Yeah, Giles, she said something about us needing to go to the
library with you, and then some rambling about letting the
birdies all fly free. She is one seriously sick puppy."
"And . . . ehem . . . she was clothed?"
The two teenagers looked at him like he'd just grown two heads.
"Of couse she was. Are you feeling all right?" Cordy asked.
"Perfectly," he answered quickly. "Right, we best be off then,
and get the others."
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PART: 17/?
AUTHOR: Valerie Lockett
FEEDBACK: ValerieLockett@yahoo.com
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**Arms of Spike. Lips of Spike. What could possibly be better
than this? This is Heaven.** Buffy had closed her eyes just as
her lips connected with his. The next thing she knew, she was
being torn from her own personal heaven, and the temperature
dropped.
Buffy opened her eyes and looked around. **Where am I? Wait, I
know this room; there is the fireplace that Xander chipped.**
"Spike, are you here?" To this there was no answer except the
echo of her own voice.
**This is weird.** Before, when she had wanted to be away from
Spike, the house kept pushing them together. Now when being in
his arms was exactly what she wanted . . . no, NEEDED . . . the
house had seperated them. **No way is this house going to get the
best of me.**
Just as she was getting ready to leave the room, the door opened
and in walked the last person she expected to see. He didn't seem
to notice her and he sat down looking at the fireplace. As he sat
down the fireplace lit up, and Buffy walked over calling his
name. "Angel?"
He didn't even acknowledge her presence, so she called his name
again. No answer. **Great, another trick of the house.** Just as
she reached out to touch him, she noticed that they were no
longer looking into the fireplace.
She looked around, seeing what looked like the inside of a
church. It was set up for a wedding! People were seated in the
pews and there was a group of men standing at the front. She
could make out a minister, but the other two men were blurred for
some reason. Then she looked toward the back of the church. Giles
and Xander were standing next to a bride.
**The dress is beautiful; it looks like my dream wedding dress.**
Suddenly, instead of being an observer she was part of the scene.
"Buffy, I can't belive you are actually marrying a blood-sucking
fiend," Xander said.
"I wish that I didn't believe it," Giles muttered.
Buffy felt words coming out of her mouth, though she didn't know
what was being said until she actually heard it. "Guys, I know
you aren't happy with my choice, and I know that you don't trust
him. Yes, he is a vampire, but he is my vampire. I love him and
trust him with my life, heart, and soul. Xander, as one of the
groomsmen, you had better get up front. Oz is over there; grab
him on your way."
After Xander and Oz reached the front of the church and took
their places, the processional music started and the bridesmaids
started up the aisle. First was Willow, and as she glided
forward, her eyes caught Oz's. Buffy caught a glimpse of a gold
band on Willow's left ring finger. **Oh, this is a very nice
vision; Oz and Willow are engaged.**
Next came Cordelia, looking so very regal and polished. She was
looking at Xander with a very determined look in her eyes. When
Buffy looked at him, she saw the traditional "deer in the
headlights" look that a lot of men get before they either commit
or run.
**Ok this is it.**
"Buffy, wait, don't forget you have one more bridesmaid," Giles
said.
Just as Buffy was about to ask who, she saw her. **Why would I
ever ask Dru to be one of my bridesmaids? I don't even like her.
Oh, well I guess since she is related to the groom in a way, it
would have been only proper to include one of my bridesmaids from
his family.**
As Dru walked by, Buffy heard her make a whispered comment to
Giles. "My lovely timekeeper. Don't be a white rabbit and miss
our dancing under the stars. Such pretty ribbons of colors await
us." **Giles and Dru? No way. Couldn't happen.**
Finally, it was time to walk up the aisle to her beloved. As
Buffy walked with Giles, she felt a tremendous wave of peace rush
over her. As she got closer, she realized that she still couldn't
make out who the two men were. A feeling of anxiety started in
the pit of her stomach. **Who am I marrying, and why can't I see
him?**
The minister started reciting his lines, and whenever it was time
for the groom's reply, both men answered. **This is weird. I know
that I am marrying a vampire and that I love him, but which
vampire is he?**
"I now pronounce you man and wife. Sir, you may kiss your bride,"
the minister stated.
**Now I will find out who I married.** Just as both men reached
down to kiss her, she was once again just an observer of the
scene. As she stood behind the chair she realized that Angel was
talking.
"Mr. and Mrs. Angel . . . I love you."
**NO. No way in hell.** It wasn't right. After what she had seen
here and what she felt for Spike, there was no way that she could
ever see herself marrying Angel. **Obviously, he saw the same
thing I did, but whereas I saw two grooms, he only saw himself.
Maybe that just means this isn't set in stone and I can change
what I saw. Oh, please, don't let it be Angel.**
With that last thought she found herself zapped into her room
again. Even though it felt like hours had passed, she still felt
Spike's lips and hands on her. **This is where I belong. In
Spike's arms.**
**********
Angel sat in front of the fireplace re-living the scene that he'd
just watched. **That was really weird. I knew that I was getting
married. The only thing is, who did I marry? It is like her name
was on the tip of my tongue the whole time, but it never came
out. Maybe if I sit here a while longer more of the details will
become clear to me.**
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PART: 18/?
AUTHOR: Gabriella Eve
FEEDBACK: gabri_ella_eve@hotmail.com
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**This is where I belong: in Spike's arms,** Buffy thought as she
snuggled closer, catching Spike's mouth in a deep, soft kiss. She
pulled back slightly, thinking, **But, what about Ang--**
All thoughts of her brooding boyfriend were chased from her head
as Spike brought a cool palm up to her fevered chest.
"Oh!" she exclaimed out loud as his deft fingers found her nipple
through her shirt.
He stopped, concerned. "Pet?" There was more then one question in
that simple word.
Buffy leaned into his caress and moaned slightly as her deft
fingers traveled up his shirt and began toying with the top
button.
Reassured, he bent, claiming her mouth with his as he began to
work her nipple again.
"Buffy? Buffy, are you in there?" The voice from the hall sounded
worried and more than a little stressed out. Buffy and Spike
broke apart with a mutual groan of annoyance.
**This better be damn good,** she thought with a mental growl.
**Can't these people spend five minutes without me holding their
hands?** She caught herself before she answered, coaching all
annoyance out of her voice.
"Yeah Giles, what's up?" she called as she walked towards the
door. She paused before she opened it to whisper, "Later," softly
to Spike, her eyes clouded with promise and something else. With
a small sigh, she turned back to the door and opened it to find
one very disturbed watcher with a mystified Xander and Cordelia
in tow.
"You know, G-man, I still don't understand why we had to come get
Buffy. I mean, all that happened was some typical Dru-like
nonsense. I mean -- birds? Escaping and flying free? You? Not
exactly emergency prophecy material, there."
Buffy turned quizzical eyes to Giles. "Birds? Dru? Why were you
with Dru, anyway?" Her confusion was evident.
"Um, yes, well, you see, it was . . . That is, I was . . . The
Prophecy! It was the prophecy; I needed some help translating it,
and Dru offered to help." He blushed as four pairs of eyes
watched his stammering with bemused amusement.
Buffy laid a calming hand on his arm. "What did you find, Giles?
About the prophecy?"
Giles began to flush again, and when he opened his mouth, nothing
came out but stuttering.
The looks of mirth faded to concern as the spluttering worsened.
"Giles? How bad is it? I'm not going to die again, am I?" Buffy's
tone was teasing but her eyes held real concern.
"Well, actually, you see, the fact is, we didn't actually get the
Prophecy deciphered," he finally managed to spit out, looking
rather miserable about having to admit this fact.
"So, what were you and Dru doing all that time?" Xander
interjected, perplexed. "I thought you said that she was helping
you with a problem?"
Giles blushed miserably and started to falter out a reason when
Angel suddenly came flying into the room.
"Where the hell did you two go?" he exploded. "I leave for two
minutes, and you disappear? I thought you needed my help URGENTLY
with this prophecy. And where did you put Dru?"
While Giles attempted to hem and haw out an explanation to a very
angry Angel, Buffy leaned against the wall and observed the
people in the room. Xander and Cordelia had long since lost any
interest in the whole proceedings; they were huddled together in
the corner, oblivious to the rest of the people. In fact, they
were downright indecent. With an effort, Buffy jerked her
attention away from the two groping teens and attempted to focus.
Her eyes came to rest on Giles. He was completely incoherent.
**What the hell HAPPENED to him?** she mused. **It's almost as if
he's HIDING something.** She continued to stare at him, trying to
extract his secret through the air.
Angel's angry gesticulation drew her attention. Now THERE was an
interesting predicament. He was the object of her affection, the
love of her life, the man of her dreams. Buffy's nose wrinkled
involuntarily as Angel spat out another insult about
inconsiderate British men. THIS was what she had chosen? This,
this . . . poofter?
She felt herself drawn to the other occupant of the room, and her
knees went weak with the memory of their earlier kisses. She
closed her eyes briefly and leaned against the wall. When she
opened them, she was pinned in place by Spike's blue gaze. She
tried to look anywhere but at him as his gaze burned into the
very depths of her soul.
Angel shook his head, finally satisfied by whatever explanation
Giles had managed to stutter out. Casually, he walked over to
Buffy, who seemed to be staring into space, lost in her own
thoughts. He wrapped his arms around her. "How are you holding
up?" he breathed into her ear. "Last night wasn't too terrible,
was it?"
He sounded genuinely concerned, but as he touched her, Buffy
tensed. **This isn't right,** she thought frantically to herself.
**I don't want his cold, dead hands touching me; I want --**
"Oi, mate, what do you think you're doing?" Spike sounded
irritated, possibly even jealous. Buffy registered his voice with
a thrill.
Angel turned around, annoyed. "I'm speaking with my GIRLFRIEND.
What's it to you, MATE?" He put a heavy sarcasm on the last word.
Spike shot Buffy a hurt look; she glanced away, conflicted.
"It's nothing," Spike offered brusquely. "It's just that SOME of
us are trying to keep our breakfast down over here, and we don't
need to see you and the missus playing kissy-face in the corner."
He spun on his heel and stalked to the other side of the room.
Buffy pushed Angel away. At his injured statement, she merely
shrugged and said, "Well, he's right; there are other people
here." Angel didn't look appeased. "Look, we'll talk later,"
Buffy promised over her shoulder as she walked over to talk to
Xander and Cordy.
* * *
"MmmmmMmmmooo Oz, comeonmmm. MmmOz, Nomm I mmmean it." Willow
broke away from her persistent boyfriend with a laugh. "Come on,
we've got to get back to work -- the prophecy said something
about hallowed ground. So we need to find some hallowed ground
and --" She broke off to swat his grasp away from her breast.
"Right, so we're looking for a church or a graveyard or
something?" Oz said, calmly grabbing the offending hand before it
could do real damage. At her nod, he shrugged. "Shouldn't be too
hard to find. Let's go."
It felt as if they'd been searching for hours. Willow suppressed
a groan. Surely this was some sort of obscure torture; for
goddess sake how many rooms did this damn house have? And Oz
smelled so good. **Mmm Oz, good . . . NO!** She snapped back to
attention, gamely examining the hallway for any concealed
entrances.
"Will." Oz's voice sounded muffled. Willow walked a little
further down the hall and felt herself pulled into a small
alcove.
"Oz!" she giggled in protest. "We're working!"
"But if we found the chapel --" Oz trailed off suggestively.
Willow considered. "I guess, yeah."
Oz grinned and turned her head to the right. Willow gasped. There
was a narrow entrance covered with a velvet cloth embroidered
with interlocking crosses. She gasped again as Oz grabbed her up
in a tight embrace and carried her into the sparsely furnished
room.
"Oz!" she protested. "This is a ch --" She broke off as he began
to demonstrate exactly how much he didn't care.
Willow cast her head back in ecstasy as Oz ran his tongue over
and around her firm pink nipples. Each gentle lap of his mouth
sent a bolt straight to her core. She ran her hands through his
hair, gently pulling to bring him back up to her face. Their
mouths met in a tangle of tongues: probing, pushing, searching,
tasting. Willow's fingers drifted to Oz's chest. She mumbled a
protest as her questing met cloth. With a growl Oz pulled back to
yank the t-shirt over his head before descending back to down to
Willow's mouth. She moaned in approval as his hot palms searched
her breasts again. With a quiet gasp she lowered her own small
hands to his pants. She felt him stiffen as she grasped his shaft
and gently began to stroke. He let out a groan of pleasure and
pushed her towards the altar.
They stumbled backwards at a frantic pace until Willow bumped up
against cold stone. Without breaking the kiss, Oz reached down
and scooped her up onto the low granite table, pushing her skirt
up around her waist as he did. Willow reveled in the hard, rough
texture under her ass, and then let out a rather undignified
squeak as she felt him, warm, soft, and wet between her thighs.
She managed to half sit up for a moment to see the spiky red hair
bobbing up and down between her legs. With a guttural groan, she
collapsed backward and absorbed the sensations flooding her body.
Oz gently lapped at her folds, waiting for her to get used to the
new sensations. When he felt her relax, he moved deeper. Licking
and nipping at her clit, he slowly moved a hand up. As he gently
bit her clit, he slid a single digit into her. She let out a
small giggle, and he smiled. Pulling back slightly to blow on her
heated skin, he slid another into her tight opening. Suddenly, he
curved them UP, and she shuddered under his ministrations. Making
sure to keep his fingers busy, he brought his mouth to hers for a
searing kiss.
Her body jerked in time with his movements, and as she screamed
while she crested for the first time, he gently pushed into her.
As he entered her, she opened her eyes, and they locked gazes. He
rode her slowly and gently while they stared into each other's
souls. They both had tears from the emotion of just being
together, joined so emotionally, was so overwhelming. They were
moving faster now, more urgently, murmuring words of love, never
breaking eye contact. They came together, the waves shaking them
both simultaneously as they collapsed onto the stone altar,
satiated and exhausted.
* * *
A scream rang out, echoing through the empty halls. Six heads
snapped up in unison.
"That sounded --" Giles began.
"-- a lot like --" Xander continued.
"Willow!" Buffy and Cordelia finished in harmony.
The two vampires exchanged a look at this bizarre chorus and said
together, "Humans."
Buffy shot them a look. "You should both consider yourselves
lucky that we're in a hurry," she said darkly. She looked at
Xander. "Do you know where she is?"
He shook his head. "I thought she and Oz where in their room. You
know." He blushed and continued hurriedly, "Guess not."
Buffy threw open the door and nearly ran into Drusilla, who was
spinning madly outside the door, humming a tuneless song.
When she saw Buffy she crooned to her, "The Fire, The Fire, she
burns; On holy ground, she burns." She drifted back into her
tuneless crooning and Buffy's eyes widened in panic as she
absorbed the meaning of Dru's words.
Parts 19-21: To be announced