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Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel. Xander/Anya. Willow/Tara.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice. DarkRhiannon@aol.com
Rating: NC-17.
Author's Note: Quotes are from Ats "To Shanshu in LA." I've taken considerable liberties with them.
*
Buffy hated driving. It didn't get any better at night, either. And she knew that Spike would be pissed at her for taking his car, but she had no choice. She needed her mates. First, she needed to make sure they were ok, then she needed to kick their butts from here till Sunday for turning her into a throat-ripping psycho.
That was it, Buffy was sure. Somehow, the bond was being freaksome and she was doing vampy things now. *Just my luck,* she thought glumly. *The first slayer in history to completely lose it and start ripping out vamp throats with her teeth. Yup, that'll look just great in Giles's Watcher diaries. I bet Willow and Tara are telling him all about it right now…*
*
Willow traced lavender oil down Tara’s pale skin with a tremulous hand. Trying to concentrate on the ritual for the equinox would have been difficult under normal circumstances. Mixing it with sex magic made for serious focusing difficulty. Tara smiled lovingly at her and Willow smiled back, hesitancy forgotten in the utter acceptance and kindness in that gaze. Then Willow smoothed the oil across the tip of one of Tara’s nipples and that gaze darkened. No one had ever looked at Willow with such desire before, and a flare of lust raced through her as she continued smoothing the oil across her lover’s full breasts.
Willow could happily have feasted upon them for hours, she thought, trying to stay focused on the ritual and barely hanging on as she traced more oil down Tara’s now trembling body. Tara had the most beautiful body, womanly yet slender, curved in all the right places with a luscious ripeness that spoke of fertility and pleasure.
Willows hands moved lower, rubbing the oil into Tara’s flat belly and gliding across the perfect skin there. She stopped for a moment and Tara moaned helplessly as Willow poured morethe the scented oil into her hands. She resumed her gentle caresses, spreading the oil to the top of the dark gold nest of curls that adorned her lover’s sex. Willow could feel the throbbing beat of Tara’s pulse there as she slowly smoothed oil into the tender mound beneath her fingers. She lingered there for long moments and Tara spread her feet further apart in response, groaning at the intimate caress of Willow’s gentle fingers on her clit.
Willow stopped reluctantly, and Tara’s smoky gaze promised retribution in kind when it was her turn. Willow poured a bit more oil into her hands and knelt before her Love, smoothing the oil into her thigh, knee, calf, and foot before reaching up to anoint the other leg similarly. Once she had finished, Willow moved behind Tara, beginning again at her lover’s smoothly muscled shoulders and trailing streams of the oil down her graceful back.
Tara rubbed her ass invitingly into Willows oil-coated hands as the witch smeared the scented stuff into her buttocks with long sweeping motions. Willow cupped Tara’s ass in her hands and ground her own mound into it for a moment, too caught up in the beauty of her lover’s body and the love/lust it inspired within her to resist the impulse. She slid one slippery hand around to cup Tara's breast, pinching at the hardened nipple. Her other hand snaked its way around Tara's well-oiled hip to trace her slit with knowing fingers. Tara leaned her head back upon Willow's shoulder and groaned in abandon as her lover caressed her.
"Enough," Tara panted finally. "It’s my turn now, Willow." She the the oil from her lover and began pouring it directly down the front of Willow’s pale body, smoothing it across her collarbone with one gentle hand.
*
Hand over laborious hand, Angel and Spike had climbed to the ground floor. They stared across the elevator shaft at the inferno that raged in what used to be Angel's office. They had to jump from the precarious safety of the access ladder to the floor of the office. It was the only way out. But did either of them actually have the strength left to do it?
"Shit, Sire. You go first, right?" Spike refused to consider the possibility of failure. They would get out, they would save Angel's human friends and then they would beat the fucking hell out of whatever demon had caused this mayhem. That was his plan, anyway.
He climbed up next to Angel, moving easily now that his pain was damped. His sire didn't look well. Angel's normally white skin had gone gray with exhaustion under the soot and ash smearing it liberally. He could barely keep his eyes open, and Spike slapped his face gently, to try to help him focus. "Sire, you must jump now, you can't wait any longer," Spike urged, worried that if Angel paused even a few more moments, that his strength simply wouldn't be sufficient.
Angel nodded and pressed a quick kiss to Spike's mouth. At least it was meant to be quick. Spike threaded strong fingers behind his sire's head and held him there, plundering his mouth in a passionate kiss that set his head spinning with desire and love. Then he pulled back and pushed at Angel.
"Jump. Do it now, Angelus."
At the hated name, Angel gathered his strength and leapt from the ladder toward the opening of the elevator. He landed half in and half out of the shaft and began sliding back. Clawing frantically at the door and finding no purchase, Angel summoned the last of his will and gouged deep furrows in the floor with his fingers, pulling his considerable bulk out of the elevator shaft at last.
He lay there on the floor, too spent to even move as Spike landed lithely beside him, then fell to the floor as his leg buckled under the strain. The pain that Angel had taken from him flared anew in his body and Spike screamed in anguish as he collapsed. Flames surrounded them, moving ever closer and obscuring their only route to the outside.
*
Buffy was exhausted. She turned Spike’s car off the freeway and drove the few remaining blocks toward Angel’s office and apartment in a haze. She didn’t understand why she was so tired…the exhaustion had hit all of a sudden -- almost as if it came from outside her. *Doesn’t matter,* she thought. *I’m almost there and then we can all rest together.* She turned the last corner and slammed on her brakes in horror. The entire block was up in flames and the center of the conflagration was Angel’s office.
Firetrucks and ambulances were pulled haphazardly to the side of the street in a maze of vehicles as the firefighters and paramedics struggled to save the people who’d been trapped in the buildings. Buffy pulled Spike’s car to one side and jumped out, running toward the building that housed Angel’s office.
It was completely engulfed in flame. Smoke blinded her as she neared it. A brawny firefighter caught her by the arm. "Missy, where the hell do you think you’re going? You need to get away from here before the whole block comes down!"
"I can’t, my…" (mates? lovers?) "…husband is in there," Buffy yelled frantically. She tried to pull her arm from his grasp but he held on tight, preventing her from running into the flames.
"You can't do anything, we had to pull out of that part. The blaze is just too strong in the heart," the man shouted.
Fed up with the human holding her from her mates, Buffy snarled viciously at him and pushed him away. She ran into the building almost faster than his eyesld fld follow as he gaped at the tiny figure who'd growled at him like some kind of animal.
Choking and coughing at the acrid smoke, Buffy dropped to her knees and crawled through the outer office, uncaring of the glass and debris slicing into her flesh. "Angel? Spike? Answer me!" she called, cursing inwardly at the black smoke that kept her from seeing anything in the inferno around her. With fire raging about her, Buffy gave up searching with her external senses and closed her eyes.
Giles had worked with her on meditation, though she'd been skeptical ever since the unfortunate Cruciamentum incident. Still, she knew that the power Willow and Tara had raised with her just a few nights earlier was accessible to her somehow, if she could only reach it. Buffy slowed her breathing, trying not to cough, and focused all her will on the invisible bonds she sometimes felt tethering her to her lovers.
Shining cords appeared in her mind. Cool gray was Angel. Not the dull gray of a cloudy day, but a shimmering vibrant gray that somehow contained within it all the darkling hues of his character. Deep reds and glittering golds, black and violet twined in a multi-helix of unspeakable beauty. Beautiful inside and out was Angel, even the darker aspects that he tried so hard to hide from her.
Buffy held the gray cord in her mind's hand and felt with intangible fingers for the other, newer cord. Spike was iridescent, incandescent black, his power both volatile and somehow constant. She felt, more than ever, the love that tied him, will-he or no, to both Angel and herself.
Holding both tenuous cords with trembling mental fingers, Buffy kept her eyes closed and crawled toward the feeling of her mates in her mind. The ties were weak and she nearly lost them as she tried to avoid burning rubble and molten pools of metal and plastic. The fumes were overwhelming her when she finally reached the vampires.
Through the smoke, Buffy could see them now, collapsed in a heap by the open door to the elevator shaft. It was acting as a chimney, pulling more oxygen down to feed the blaze that surrounded them. Buffy crawled to Spike and smoothed tears of pain from his face. His leg, hideously broken, had punctured the skin of his thigh and blood poured from the wound. He was unconscious from blood loss, she guessed, since it couldn't have been the fumes that subdued him.
Gathering her strength, Buffy made the difficult decision and lifted the slighter of the vampires, carrying him from the building. She left Spike rather unceremoniously by the front door and headed back into the blaze for her soulmate.
To be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel. Xander/Anya. Willow/Tara.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice. DarkRhiannon@aol.com
Rating: NC-17.
Author's Note: Quotes are from Ats "To Shanshu in LA." I've taken considerable liberties with them.
*
Buffy hated driving. It didn't get any better at night, either. And she knew that Spike would be pissed at her for taking his car, but she had no choice. She needed her mates. First, she needed to make sure they were ok, then she needed to kick their butts from here till Sunday for turning her into a throat-ripping psycho.
That was it, Buffy was sure. Somehow, the bond was being freaksome and she was doing vampy things now. *Just my luck,* she thought glumly. *The first slayer in history to completely lose it and start ripping out vamp throats with her teeth. Yup, that'll look just great in Giles's Watcher diaries. I bet Willow and Tara are telling him all about it right now…*
*
Willow traced lavender oil down Tara’s pale skin with a tremulous hand. Trying to concentrate on the ritual for the equinox would have been difficult under normal circumstances. Mixing it with sex magic made for serious focusing difficulty. Tara smiled lovingly at her and Willow smiled back, hesitancy forgotten in the utter acceptance and kindness in that gaze. Then Willow smoothed the oil across the tip of one of Tara’s nipples and that gaze darkened. No one had ever looked at Willow with such desire before, and a flare of lust raced through her as she continued smoothing the oil across her lover’s full breasts.
Willow could happily have feasted upon them for hours, she thought, trying to stay focused on the ritual and barely hanging on as she traced more oil down Tara’s now trembling body. Tara had the most beautiful body, womanly yet slender, curved in all the right places with a luscious ripeness that spoke of fertility and pleasure.
Willows hands moved lower, rubbing the oil into Tara’s flat belly and gliding across the perfect skin there. She stopped for a moment and Tara moaned helplessly as Willow poured morethe the scented oil into her hands. She resumed her gentle caresses, spreading the oil to the top of the dark gold nest of curls that adorned her lover’s sex. Willow could feel the throbbing beat of Tara’s pulse there as she slowly smoothed oil into the tender mound beneath her fingers. She lingered there for long moments and Tara spread her feet further apart in response, groaning at the intimate caress of Willow’s gentle fingers on her clit.
Willow stopped reluctantly, and Tara’s smoky gaze promised retribution in kind when it was her turn. Willow poured a bit more oil into her hands and knelt before her Love, smoothing the oil into her thigh, knee, calf, and foot before reaching up to anoint the other leg similarly. Once she had finished, Willow moved behind Tara, beginning again at her lover’s smoothly muscled shoulders and trailing streams of the oil down her graceful back.
Tara rubbed her ass invitingly into Willows oil-coated hands as the witch smeared the scented stuff into her buttocks with long sweeping motions. Willow cupped Tara’s ass in her hands and ground her own mound into it for a moment, too caught up in the beauty of her lover’s body and the love/lust it inspired within her to resist the impulse. She slid one slippery hand around to cup Tara's breast, pinching at the hardened nipple. Her other hand snaked its way around Tara's well-oiled hip to trace her slit with knowing fingers. Tara leaned her head back upon Willow's shoulder and groaned in abandon as her lover caressed her.
"Enough," Tara panted finally. "It’s my turn now, Willow." She the the oil from her lover and began pouring it directly down the front of Willow’s pale body, smoothing it across her collarbone with one gentle hand.
*
Hand over laborious hand, Angel and Spike had climbed to the ground floor. They stared across the elevator shaft at the inferno that raged in what used to be Angel's office. They had to jump from the precarious safety of the access ladder to the floor of the office. It was the only way out. But did either of them actually have the strength left to do it?
"Shit, Sire. You go first, right?" Spike refused to consider the possibility of failure. They would get out, they would save Angel's human friends and then they would beat the fucking hell out of whatever demon had caused this mayhem. That was his plan, anyway.
He climbed up next to Angel, moving easily now that his pain was damped. His sire didn't look well. Angel's normally white skin had gone gray with exhaustion under the soot and ash smearing it liberally. He could barely keep his eyes open, and Spike slapped his face gently, to try to help him focus. "Sire, you must jump now, you can't wait any longer," Spike urged, worried that if Angel paused even a few more moments, that his strength simply wouldn't be sufficient.
Angel nodded and pressed a quick kiss to Spike's mouth. At least it was meant to be quick. Spike threaded strong fingers behind his sire's head and held him there, plundering his mouth in a passionate kiss that set his head spinning with desire and love. Then he pulled back and pushed at Angel.
"Jump. Do it now, Angelus."
At the hated name, Angel gathered his strength and leapt from the ladder toward the opening of the elevator. He landed half in and half out of the shaft and began sliding back. Clawing frantically at the door and finding no purchase, Angel summoned the last of his will and gouged deep furrows in the floor with his fingers, pulling his considerable bulk out of the elevator shaft at last.
He lay there on the floor, too spent to even move as Spike landed lithely beside him, then fell to the floor as his leg buckled under the strain. The pain that Angel had taken from him flared anew in his body and Spike screamed in anguish as he collapsed. Flames surrounded them, moving ever closer and obscuring their only route to the outside.
*
Buffy was exhausted. She turned Spike’s car off the freeway and drove the few remaining blocks toward Angel’s office and apartment in a haze. She didn’t understand why she was so tired…the exhaustion had hit all of a sudden -- almost as if it came from outside her. *Doesn’t matter,* she thought. *I’m almost there and then we can all rest together.* She turned the last corner and slammed on her brakes in horror. The entire block was up in flames and the center of the conflagration was Angel’s office.
Firetrucks and ambulances were pulled haphazardly to the side of the street in a maze of vehicles as the firefighters and paramedics struggled to save the people who’d been trapped in the buildings. Buffy pulled Spike’s car to one side and jumped out, running toward the building that housed Angel’s office.
It was completely engulfed in flame. Smoke blinded her as she neared it. A brawny firefighter caught her by the arm. "Missy, where the hell do you think you’re going? You need to get away from here before the whole block comes down!"
"I can’t, my…" (mates? lovers?) "…husband is in there," Buffy yelled frantically. She tried to pull her arm from his grasp but he held on tight, preventing her from running into the flames.
"You can't do anything, we had to pull out of that part. The blaze is just too strong in the heart," the man shouted.
Fed up with the human holding her from her mates, Buffy snarled viciously at him and pushed him away. She ran into the building almost faster than his eyesld fld follow as he gaped at the tiny figure who'd growled at him like some kind of animal.
Choking and coughing at the acrid smoke, Buffy dropped to her knees and crawled through the outer office, uncaring of the glass and debris slicing into her flesh. "Angel? Spike? Answer me!" she called, cursing inwardly at the black smoke that kept her from seeing anything in the inferno around her. With fire raging about her, Buffy gave up searching with her external senses and closed her eyes.
Giles had worked with her on meditation, though she'd been skeptical ever since the unfortunate Cruciamentum incident. Still, she knew that the power Willow and Tara had raised with her just a few nights earlier was accessible to her somehow, if she could only reach it. Buffy slowed her breathing, trying not to cough, and focused all her will on the invisible bonds she sometimes felt tethering her to her lovers.
Shining cords appeared in her mind. Cool gray was Angel. Not the dull gray of a cloudy day, but a shimmering vibrant gray that somehow contained within it all the darkling hues of his character. Deep reds and glittering golds, black and violet twined in a multi-helix of unspeakable beauty. Beautiful inside and out was Angel, even the darker aspects that he tried so hard to hide from her.
Buffy held the gray cord in her mind's hand and felt with intangible fingers for the other, newer cord. Spike was iridescent, incandescent black, his power both volatile and somehow constant. She felt, more than ever, the love that tied him, will-he or no, to both Angel and herself.
Holding both tenuous cords with trembling mental fingers, Buffy kept her eyes closed and crawled toward the feeling of her mates in her mind. The ties were weak and she nearly lost them as she tried to avoid burning rubble and molten pools of metal and plastic. The fumes were overwhelming her when she finally reached the vampires.
Through the smoke, Buffy could see them now, collapsed in a heap by the open door to the elevator shaft. It was acting as a chimney, pulling more oxygen down to feed the blaze that surrounded them. Buffy crawled to Spike and smoothed tears of pain from his face. His leg, hideously broken, had punctured the skin of his thigh and blood poured from the wound. He was unconscious from blood loss, she guessed, since it couldn't have been the fumes that subdued him.
Gathering her strength, Buffy made the difficult decision and lifted the slighter of the vampires, carrying him from the building. She left Spike rather unceremoniously by the front door and headed back into the blaze for her soulmate.
To be continued.