Visionary Kiss I & II & III
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
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3,176
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4
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Visionary Kiss III 11
Visionary Kiss III Part 11
O’CONNELL’S HOME – LIBRARY GALLERY, - NIGHT
The O’Connells kissed - it was a long and tender kiss, and as Evelyn finally pushed away to breathe, but without letting go, she said: “I don’t like when you do that.”
Rick looked questioningly, “What?”
“When you do that, I always have the feeling that soon I would be agreeing to everything you want.”
He grinned at her. “Even to my suggestion to do nothing? For a short period to do nothing, no searching and digging up things? “
“Now ... the Bembridge scientists have been pressing me for a long time, to take over the Egyptian wing of the British museum. We would more frequently be able to do this at home and I could be a good mother and modern woman.”
“This sounds good … how was this? You wanted to agree to everything …?”
She laughed and nestled if possible still more narrowly to him. In this moment Rick’s eyes found the pink bra in the chandelier.
“That is hardly one of yours?” Rick asked her pointing to the underwear.
“No, and that is not one of my stockings.” She answered pointing onto the said garment hanging on one of the shelves.
With a sigh Rick let go of his wife, “I believe, that we have forgotten about our House-sitter.”
“Ah yes;” she said starring at the swinging chandelier with the little pink ornamentation. “This just screams Jonathan.”
“Better I go tell him that we are back,” he growled “ and advise him, all … to send his visitor away.”
Evelyn laughed and thought, “Good thing only a garment is hanging from the chandelier and not my brother.”
Rick bent over the Banisters and looked down at his son, who was standing beside the box with the content look that made his wife so interesting. “Alex, do you think that you will be able to hold on a few more minutes without doing something stupid?”
“Sure!” the boy replied and pulled his sleeve down over the Bracelet. He prayed that his father had not not it, it, which fortunately was the case.
O’Connell disappeared down a corridor and Evelyn walked down the stairs, she found it was time to take a look at her son.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
The gawky, handsome boyish man in his forties lay on the bed in one of the elegantly established guest-rooms of the O’Connells House. His smoking jacket was a little creased and in his arm laid a pretty blonde. She wore a short, narrow sedentary glamour dress, which underlined the luxuriant figure of the show girl.
In his free hand he was holding a prohibitive, Egyptian relic, a golden sceptre with which he fought against an invisible enemy – Jonathan Carnahan, was disconcerted to hear that he had the reputation, of being the older, lazy and parasitical brother of Evelyn O’Connell, however correct this may be.
“And this way ...” could be heard from a mumbling Jonathan “I killed the mummy and all his supporters … and that is how this golden sceptre came into my possession.”
The girl in his arm let out a cooing sound and rubbed her body against his side, “Oh Jonathan, you are so wonderful.”
More she couldn't contribute to a conversation, but this didn't disturb him. Spurred on Jonathan jumped off the bed and fought on with invisible enemies. “You should have seen it, Sugar. - mummified soldiers! An army of undead! A weaker man would have gone into a coma, instead of putting himself into danger. Ha-ha. Do you understand … comatose…”
She looked at him uncomprehendingly.
He resumed the fight. “These creatures were not from this world. They could run along the ceiling. “
She was horrified her eyes bulged and her mouth stood open. All this made Jonathan very satisfied with himself, his talent to tell stories, always made the girls shiver in fear. A fear he had the right medicine for, his strong manly arms.
But she was pointing now at something which was behind his back. He looked behind himself and saw three desert warriors with red turbans, dark capes and fluid gowns. Except for one all had a beard, were big and impressive and seemed to be very unpleasant types.
A small, dark-skinned man, with sharp-edged features, entered the room behind them. He wore a red fez and a beige-coloured suit. His eyes were so dark that they almost seemed black.
Jonathan turned towards them and said smiling, “Sirs, I ask for pardon. My friend and I have a long exhausting evening behind ourselves, we have drunk, well, a little too much and are obviously in the wrong house. But you will agree with me, when I tell you that one Manor house looks just like the other… “
The blonde darling had straightened up and was now sitting at the edge of the bed. “This is not your House? But you told me that you own this house!”
Jonathan cast a look at her and whispered annoyed, “I have been mistaken.”
“Seize him.” The short man said.
“Yes Curator”, one of the Turban carrying answered, while already the two others overwhelmed Jonathan and grabbed his arms. The third one pushed the show girl towards a wall cupboard and shoved her into it – as if she were dirty laundry. He then slammed the door shut, and her outraged yells died out with the bang.
The little man with the red fez - the leader of the little troop, the Curator – walked over to the cupboard and talked in the direction of the door,” Young Lady, behave and stay quite, and maybe you will survive.”
“This is probably a little curt, don’t you think?”
This made the Curator turn and walk towards Jonathan, who was caught between the two men that were holding his arms, the dark man hit him hard into the face. Jonathan blinked the tears that had entered his eyes away, and thought only “You aren't a husband by chance? From Sheila or Cynthia or Priscilla …?”
“I am single.” Was the answer from the Curator.
“I can hardly believe it, such a good looking guy, single … if you work for Jimmy, please tell him that I will pay on Tuesday.”
“I know nobody named Jimmy.”
“Not your organization?” Jonathan shook his head, “Unfortunately, I then am with my Latin on the end. Actually I have alarmingly behaved well lately.
The Curator gave his men a sign and they pushed the English man towards an armchair and forced him, in an unworthy way, to take a seat.
Then the Curator moved in front of him and crossed his arms over his belly,” Now since we have made it to us comfortably, let’s talk about the Bracelet.”
Jonathan twitched with the shoulders, “Sure, why not.”
“We are looking for it.”
“For what?”
“For the Bracelet of Anubis.”
“Fantastic! This sounds like a wonderful Piece for a Collection.”
The dark sparkling eyes narrowed, “Where is it?”
“Why should I know this?” Jonathan twitched his shoulders again, I have never heard of anything like this. If you are searching for this thing, you are barking up the wrong tree. I don't have the slightest idea, what you are talking about.”
“Mr. O’Connell, you put my patience to a hard test.”
“O’Connell?” Jonathan bent forward, “Wait a second my friend. You have the wrong man!”
End Visionary Kiss III 11
O’CONNELL’S HOME – LIBRARY GALLERY, - NIGHT
The O’Connells kissed - it was a long and tender kiss, and as Evelyn finally pushed away to breathe, but without letting go, she said: “I don’t like when you do that.”
Rick looked questioningly, “What?”
“When you do that, I always have the feeling that soon I would be agreeing to everything you want.”
He grinned at her. “Even to my suggestion to do nothing? For a short period to do nothing, no searching and digging up things? “
“Now ... the Bembridge scientists have been pressing me for a long time, to take over the Egyptian wing of the British museum. We would more frequently be able to do this at home and I could be a good mother and modern woman.”
“This sounds good … how was this? You wanted to agree to everything …?”
She laughed and nestled if possible still more narrowly to him. In this moment Rick’s eyes found the pink bra in the chandelier.
“That is hardly one of yours?” Rick asked her pointing to the underwear.
“No, and that is not one of my stockings.” She answered pointing onto the said garment hanging on one of the shelves.
With a sigh Rick let go of his wife, “I believe, that we have forgotten about our House-sitter.”
“Ah yes;” she said starring at the swinging chandelier with the little pink ornamentation. “This just screams Jonathan.”
“Better I go tell him that we are back,” he growled “ and advise him, all … to send his visitor away.”
Evelyn laughed and thought, “Good thing only a garment is hanging from the chandelier and not my brother.”
Rick bent over the Banisters and looked down at his son, who was standing beside the box with the content look that made his wife so interesting. “Alex, do you think that you will be able to hold on a few more minutes without doing something stupid?”
“Sure!” the boy replied and pulled his sleeve down over the Bracelet. He prayed that his father had not not it, it, which fortunately was the case.
O’Connell disappeared down a corridor and Evelyn walked down the stairs, she found it was time to take a look at her son.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
The gawky, handsome boyish man in his forties lay on the bed in one of the elegantly established guest-rooms of the O’Connells House. His smoking jacket was a little creased and in his arm laid a pretty blonde. She wore a short, narrow sedentary glamour dress, which underlined the luxuriant figure of the show girl.
In his free hand he was holding a prohibitive, Egyptian relic, a golden sceptre with which he fought against an invisible enemy – Jonathan Carnahan, was disconcerted to hear that he had the reputation, of being the older, lazy and parasitical brother of Evelyn O’Connell, however correct this may be.
“And this way ...” could be heard from a mumbling Jonathan “I killed the mummy and all his supporters … and that is how this golden sceptre came into my possession.”
The girl in his arm let out a cooing sound and rubbed her body against his side, “Oh Jonathan, you are so wonderful.”
More she couldn't contribute to a conversation, but this didn't disturb him. Spurred on Jonathan jumped off the bed and fought on with invisible enemies. “You should have seen it, Sugar. - mummified soldiers! An army of undead! A weaker man would have gone into a coma, instead of putting himself into danger. Ha-ha. Do you understand … comatose…”
She looked at him uncomprehendingly.
He resumed the fight. “These creatures were not from this world. They could run along the ceiling. “
She was horrified her eyes bulged and her mouth stood open. All this made Jonathan very satisfied with himself, his talent to tell stories, always made the girls shiver in fear. A fear he had the right medicine for, his strong manly arms.
But she was pointing now at something which was behind his back. He looked behind himself and saw three desert warriors with red turbans, dark capes and fluid gowns. Except for one all had a beard, were big and impressive and seemed to be very unpleasant types.
A small, dark-skinned man, with sharp-edged features, entered the room behind them. He wore a red fez and a beige-coloured suit. His eyes were so dark that they almost seemed black.
Jonathan turned towards them and said smiling, “Sirs, I ask for pardon. My friend and I have a long exhausting evening behind ourselves, we have drunk, well, a little too much and are obviously in the wrong house. But you will agree with me, when I tell you that one Manor house looks just like the other… “
The blonde darling had straightened up and was now sitting at the edge of the bed. “This is not your House? But you told me that you own this house!”
Jonathan cast a look at her and whispered annoyed, “I have been mistaken.”
“Seize him.” The short man said.
“Yes Curator”, one of the Turban carrying answered, while already the two others overwhelmed Jonathan and grabbed his arms. The third one pushed the show girl towards a wall cupboard and shoved her into it – as if she were dirty laundry. He then slammed the door shut, and her outraged yells died out with the bang.
The little man with the red fez - the leader of the little troop, the Curator – walked over to the cupboard and talked in the direction of the door,” Young Lady, behave and stay quite, and maybe you will survive.”
“This is probably a little curt, don’t you think?”
This made the Curator turn and walk towards Jonathan, who was caught between the two men that were holding his arms, the dark man hit him hard into the face. Jonathan blinked the tears that had entered his eyes away, and thought only “You aren't a husband by chance? From Sheila or Cynthia or Priscilla …?”
“I am single.” Was the answer from the Curator.
“I can hardly believe it, such a good looking guy, single … if you work for Jimmy, please tell him that I will pay on Tuesday.”
“I know nobody named Jimmy.”
“Not your organization?” Jonathan shook his head, “Unfortunately, I then am with my Latin on the end. Actually I have alarmingly behaved well lately.
The Curator gave his men a sign and they pushed the English man towards an armchair and forced him, in an unworthy way, to take a seat.
Then the Curator moved in front of him and crossed his arms over his belly,” Now since we have made it to us comfortably, let’s talk about the Bracelet.”
Jonathan twitched with the shoulders, “Sure, why not.”
“We are looking for it.”
“For what?”
“For the Bracelet of Anubis.”
“Fantastic! This sounds like a wonderful Piece for a Collection.”
The dark sparkling eyes narrowed, “Where is it?”
“Why should I know this?” Jonathan twitched his shoulders again, I have never heard of anything like this. If you are searching for this thing, you are barking up the wrong tree. I don't have the slightest idea, what you are talking about.”
“Mr. O’Connell, you put my patience to a hard test.”
“O’Connell?” Jonathan bent forward, “Wait a second my friend. You have the wrong man!”
End Visionary Kiss III 11