Stormchaser
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Chapter
5
Surprises
"What
the hell was THAT???!!!"
Xander's
exclamation broke Buffy out of her state of shock, with a muttered curse she
takes off after the redhead determined to get to the bottom of this whole weird
mess. She had ran for four blocks before the
thought crossed her mind, 'Do I even know where I'm going?' Only to have
the wind knocked out of her by a compact body slamming against her own.
Crashing
to the ground the two roll across the grass in a tangle of limbs, finally
stopping a few feet away. Finding herself pinned to the ground by something
setting on her chest, Buffy felt - rather then heard - the loud purring that
seemed to originate from the figure holding her down.
"You're
following me." Came a playful voice, the purring lowering to a steady hum,
as the figure leaned closer to the flushed Slayer to get a better look at her
face. Or rather to give the Slayer a
better look at her, since Willow really didn't need all that much light to see
her to begin with. "Can I keep you?" She asked after a moment her
face lighting up with joy at her rather unusual find. The Slayer just felt
"right" laying under her, although, all the blonde's struggles to
throw her off where getting a bit tiresome. Willow wasn't sure why she had
waited four blocks before doubling back around one alley to pounce on her
life-mate. A part of her, while annoyed at being follow, was trilled beyond
words that it was her life-mate doing the following.
Buffy
stopped her struggling at the odd question, unsure of her captor's intentions,
she found herself drawn into the green eyes carefully studying her from above.
"Ahhhh, no." She replied honestly, noting that the redhead's eyes had
lost some of their wildness, the beginnings of a human intelligence starring
back at her.
Willow
frowned at the reply, slowly coming back to herself after the fight in the
Bronze, the stolen blood from her vampire victims having sated her cat's
restlessness for blood but not other things. Leaning closer, Willow stared into
the blue eyes under her for a long heartbeat before kissing her softly on the
forehead. Buffy jumped a bit as the purring began to intensify after the first
touch of lips to her forehead and jumped once more when those very same lips
found her own.
'How
can she purr and still kiss?' Buffy briefly wondered before all thought escaped
her mind when Willow's tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth. The
Slayer's eyes widened as the purring got even louder as Willow's tongue danced
across her own and she was positive she felt a soft caress down the front of
her shirt.
Suddenly
Willow pulled away from the kiss confusion clear in her eyes. "This isn't
right, I shouldn't be sitting on you, at least, not out in the open after dark.
Too many chances for us to be interrupted if some stupid leech mistakes you for
food." She said more to herself
than to Buffy. "Where did THAT come from?" Willow questioned, her
eyes widening in shock.
"If
I let you up, do you promise not to run or try to hurt me? Because, I would
really like to know what's going on here, and I have this feeling you would too
because you don't look like someone who knows what's going on either. And I don't
really feel like fighting any more tonight, well I DO, but I don't want to want
to fight you, I just want to keep kissing you.
I like your scent, its kind of funny smelling, but I really like it. And I want to get to know you better but I
can't do that if we're fighting, it takes all the fun out, unless you like that
sort of thing. Do you like that sort of
thing?"
"Either
way, if you don't mind I'd like to skip over the fighting and go directly to the
talking, before I have to do something to those two humans trying to sneak up
on us? Because I think it would be a
bad thing to hurt the school librarian, because I like librarians as a whole,
they're real helpful when you need to look stuff up........and I'll shut up
now." She finished realizing that
she had been babbling. She hated when she babbled it usually meant that the cat
in her had just did something really gross and/or violent, and the human in her
was trying to make up for lost time while her psyche had been out to lunch so
to speak.
Buffy
looked up at her captor in stunned silence, her mind still blown away by the kiss, trying to piece together
what the redhead just said all the while wishing that she would just shut up
and kiss her again.
'Bad,
bad Slayer.' Buffy mentally chastised
herself. 'I wonder what she looks like
out of all that leather?' Shaking her
head to clear it, she closes her eyes to try to collect herself. "All right, I promise not to run or
fight you." Buffy said refocusing her eyes on the ones above her and tried
not to groan as the figure moved off of her chest. "Who ARE
you?" Bufy questioned as Willow
calmly moved back a couple of steps, ready to bolt at any moment.
Willow
smiled shyly in reply, feeling a lot calmer then she had been all day. Funny how killing something always
seemed to calm her down. Well that and having her tummy rubbed, but she was
"so" not going there at that moment, as images of the blonde Slayer
scratching her stomach, in a hot tub, suddenly flashed through her mind. She could feel her cat stirring at the
images, liking the idea of seeing the blonde naked - in or out of the hot tub -
Willow's cat didn't care, just as long as the Slayer was naked. Willow could feel her control slipping as the
urge to mate, to claim the human as her own, began to override reason.
Killing
the two advancing humans and handing their hearts to the blonde as a gift was
beginning to seem like a really good idea. "Can we hold this conversation
somewhere else?" Willow suddenly
asked, barely keeping herself in human form.
She had been honest when she said she didn't want to fight Buffy, and
attacking the two humans would probably start a fight, and Willow could think
of a whole lot more interesting things to be doing to the blonde at the
moment. Things that involved a total
lack of clothing. 'No! No! Bad, bad Willow.'
"Ah,
yeah." Buffy agreed with a
laugh. 'What a night,' she thought
wanting to distract her new friend, the purring had been steadily rising almost
becoming a growl there at times. 'She's
pretty talkative when she's not growling at everybody.' Then something accorded to her, "What
do you mean, I smell funny?" She
asked just as Giles and Xander stepped into speaking distance.
Chapter
6
Then
something occurred to her, "What do you mean, I smell funny?" she
asked just as Giles and Xander stepped into speaking distance.
Willow
looked startled for a moment before replying. "Well you smell like a
human, but not. Almost like you're apart Brijas, with a touch of Soljinn thrown
in for effect." She paused before continuing, gathering her thoughts.
"It's a rather nice scent actually, just a bit intoxicating at
first.........kind of jumps right out and says 'here I am', if you're not
expecting it. Which I wasn't. Back at the library I mean. You threw me when you
came in, just overwhelmed me with your scent - which I liked, a
lot............I'll be quiet now." She finished noting the strange looks
she was getting from the two males.
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Buffy
Summers went over the conversation she had earlier with Willow in her mind as
she made ready of bed. 'Willow Garibaldi,' she knew her name now, it was a
pretty name, although the last name didn't seem to fit her new friend somehow.
'New friend?' Buffy still wasn't sure what to make of Willow, half of what she
said had gone over the Slayer's head.
Of
course, she also got the impression that her Watcher had been just as confused
by the redhead, so she wasn't feeling too bad. Than there was Xander, the two
had pretty much grown up together, and shared just about everything with one
another. Yet for the first time in her life, Buffy found herself resenting
Xander's presence. It was almost like he was an intruder between her and
Willow. She couldn't explain why she felt threatened by Xander earlier, all he
had done was sit back and make his usual off the wall comments, and yet a part
of Buffy wanted nothing more then to throw him out of the room.
Who
was she kidding, she knew exactly why she was angry at Xander. She didn't like the way he had been staring
at Willow's leather clad chest, when he thought no one was looking.
Shaking
her head to clear it, Buffy settled in for a good night sleep. She could figure
out everything tomorrow, Wills was coming by the library after school,
hopefully by then Giles would have some useful information of them. 'I wonder
what she looks like without all that leather?' Was Buffy's last thought as
sleep overtook her and she drifted off.
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"You're
purring." The Mistress said with
mild accusation, as she watched her mate approach the large bed, the purring
intensifying as the object of her affection got closer. "Did you enjoy
yourself tonight?" She questioned
with a wicked grin, as her mate slowly climbed into the foot of the bed and
crawled her way up the mattress, to her goal, the lounging Mistress at the head
of the bed.
"Of
course, you did." She answered her own question as she took her mate's
face between her hands and drew her close for a kiss. The Mistress didn't get
an answer, nor was she really expecting one. She knew from past experience that
her mate would not speak for, at least, several more hours, the effects of her
bloodlust still firmly in control. As a result her mate could only express
herself in purrs and growls. No matter, the Mistress really wasn't interested
in anything her mate had to say at this moment. She had several more enjoyable
things on her mind to do to her mate then just 'talk'.
Feral
green eyes stared into the face of her life-mate, the call of the hunt still
firming holding her mind in its iron grip, pounded in her veins. The night's
kill had been beyond belief, as she and her life-mate hunted together. Their
prey stood little chance as they swiftly and silently descended upon their
unsuspecting query with deadly precision. The thrill of the kill was only
surpassed by another hunger, as the need to mate overtook the bloodlust
surrounding her. Calling her to become one with her life-mate, to answer the
ancient ritual older than even man. But she hesitated, waiting for her life
mate to make the first move.
The
Mistress smiled as she calmly studied her mate. Her beautiful hunter had made
her so proud tonight, taking down her prey with a savage grace that only she
had. She could tell that the bloodlust that had driven her mate during the
hunt, still called to her, singing of pasts pleasures that only her life mate
could provide. But still her mate waited, even as age old urges tried to
override reason, her mate waited. She knew who was in charge, who was the alpha
of their union. The Mistress was pleased at her mate's obedience, it had taken
long months to tame her champion, to tie her will to that of the Mistress's.
"Undress." The Mistress said,
her eyes never leaving those of her mate's.
Without breaking eye contact, the command was
obeyed as the figure leaning over the Mistress slowly pulled off her leathers
before returning to her original position. "Very nice." The Mistress
complimented running one hand through her mate's dark red hair before grabbing
a handful and pulling her down for another heated kiss, before rolling to get
her mate under her.
From her new position straddling her mate,
the Mistress looked over her find, rather pleased with what she saw. Her mate's
purring had gotten louder, nearly vibrating the huge bed with its intensity.
The Mistress chuckled as she leaned down to take one breast in her mouth, her
mate arching into the contact of lips against flesh. She chuckled again as one
hand captured the other breast and started to pull and play with the nipple
found there. She contented herself with teasing her mate's breast for awhile,
enjoying the increased purring and low growls coming from her mate.
Growing a bit bored, the Mistress raised up
to take her mates lips in another kiss, tongues dueling with one another as she
slipped a hand further down her mate's body. Pausing only briefly to stretch
taunt stomach muscles, enjoying the long purr and soft whistle emitted by her
mate, before continuing on to slip two of figures into her mate's wet folds.
"Excited aren't you?" The Mistress commented pulling away to give her
mate a knowing smirk as she moved her two figures in and out of wet folds with
smooth even strokes.
Her mate only growled, emerald eyes fleshing
in warning, now was not the time to be playful and the Mistress knew it. Of
cause, that didn't stop her from teasing her mate with playful nips and bites
along her throat and shoulders all the while keeping a steady rhythm with her
hand. She could feel her mate responding to her touch, her hips meeting her
forceful strokes as hands pulled at the Mistress's silk robe looking for the
flesh carefully hidden within. She only chuckled at her mate's impatientness,
knowing that once the hunger within her precious one was sated it would be her
turn. She knew it was only her mate's bloodlust driving her actions, firing her
need for a quick hard union between them. But the Mistress was the one in
control and it would be her who decided how their union would be, not the
bloodlust that raged within her beloved.
That was why the Mistress always took her first, sating the untamed
fires within her mate, before allowing her mate to pleasure her.
"Steady."
She gave the low command at another of her mate's impatient growls, lowering
her head to capture a breast once more, to nip and bite at it's peak. Rising her head suddenly, her eyes narrow,
"Don't bite me." She ordered sensing the bloodlust trying to override
her mate's limited control. Biting the Mistress without permission would not go
unpunished, as she gave her mate a firm reminder of just who was in charge with
a quick twist of one nipple. The action got an immediate result as emerald eyes
fleshed with feral intensity, her mate struggling to regain some control of
herself.
The Mistress only watched as her mate
struggle to keep her bloodlust under control, her hand stopping within her
precious one. Satisfied that her mate had indeed regain a bit of control over herself
she leaned down to give her a kiss as a reward, continuing her forceful strokes
once more. Trailing kisses along her mate's jaw line and moving down to her
throat, the Mistress picks up the pace, a third figure joining in.
For her part, her mate could only whimper and
clutch at the silk robe adorning her life mate as she neared orgasm,
overwhelming all thought even the bloodlust that had been consuming her moments
earlier. All that mattered was her life mate and those talented hands of hers,
touching, and stroking.
The Mistress smiled against the side of her
mate's neck, feeling the walls around her figures beginning to contract as she
continued to pound with in her. Right
before her mate orgasmed, she gave a low growl of her own and went to "game
face", sinking her fangs deep into her mate's neck, sending her over the
edge.
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Buffy
fell out of bed as she awoke in a cold sweat, heart pounding out of her chest
for the second night in a row. Taking deep ragged breaths she tried to calm
herself, unsure of what terrified her more. The fact that she just dreamed
about having mind blowing sex with Willow, and that it really didn't seem to
both her. Or the fact that she was a vampire having sex with Willow.
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At the same time
Drusilla sat back in her throne, and gave an
evil smirk as she watched the phantom image of the Slayer sitting on the floor
before her. She had responded so well to Dru's careful manipulations of her dreams.
When the time came she won't fight as Dru turned her, creating her Enforcer to
stand at her side for eternity. The Slayer would be more then willing to become
Dru's servant, the dream images having embedded themselves so deeply in the
Slayer's subconscious that refusal would be unthinkable. It only helped Dru's
cause that the Slayer and her kitten had finally met, granted it wasn't under
the conditions Drusilla would have preferred, but nonetheless they had met and
the attraction to one another already forming.
Soon
Dru would have to address the little matter of her kitten's
rebelliousness. She had somehow
rejected Dru's manipulations, having woke up the moment Drusilla's magic had
touched her mind. A more direct route
would have to be taken with her, perhaps she would introduce her kitten to her
new home sooner then she had planned. The Slayer could always join her later,
after she disposed of Angelus and his useless minions. "Yes, that would
do." She said making the phantom image before her disappear with a wave of
her hand. She had plans to make, a room
for her kitten prepare.