Complement

XXXIII - Heal Me
(Part E)

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She made it back to the cottage in record time. She had just pushed open the front door when she felt her mate. She turned around slowly and unerringly her eyes immediately went to the spot in the grove of trees from where less then a few seconds later her mate emerged.

Time stood still as they stared at each other from across the expanse of the front yard. If it were possible, the space between them would have been filled with rainbow colored arcs of energy as what they felt for each other flowed from one Slayer to the other.

A leisurely sensuous smile slowly spread across her mate's face. Her eyes traveled upward from that lush mouth and the enticing little cleft in the pouty bottom lip to her mate's ultra expressive eyes. They glinted with an almost dangerous, feral light. They were startling emerald and glowed with an intensity that took her breath away. They raked possessively over her with a passion that made her shudder as if it were an actual physical caress.

She knew that look, knew that light in her mate's eyes. It was the primal, untamed side that both of them had lurking just beneath the surface. It was the wild side of her mate; it was her, the pure essence of her mate. The side that loved her, with a vitality, strength, profoundness that was all consuming and breathtaking in it's abandonment of any and all boundaries. Normally when this side of either of them came to the surface it brought out the same side in the other, but this time, for some reason, the primal side within herself, was content to give up control to its mate. As if it knew, her mate needed to reclaim her, needed reaffirmation of all that was between them. And a part of her was thrilled by the power and even the possessiveness she felt coming off her Dark Slayer in waves.

She pulled in a shaky breath, as her mate took long strides towards her. Fluidly, gracefully those long, well-muscled legs carried her mate to her. Her hips swaying enticingly, her bearing erect, proud, noble, as she moved ever closer. Her own heartbeat quickened in anticipation, in awaking, in thrall of her mate and of who they were together. She realized in a way that she was being courted in a ritual, a dance that was as old as time itself.

She stood perfectly still, holding her breath as she waited for her mate to claim her, again.
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She felt her the second she stepped into the woods that surrounded the cottage they shared. Felt her as she moved quickly with feline grace towards the object of her desire. Towards the one person who made her feel alive, loved, special, cherished, beautiful, in a way no one ever had or ever could in her life. She felt her mate stop as she moved closer to the edge of the tree line towards the clearing into their front yard. Her eyes already fixed on the spot where she knew her mate would be standing waiting for her.

She stepped out into the clearing and paused. Her breath catching in her chest as her eyes devoured her mate. She could feel the energy in the air flowing between them. There was so much silently conveyed between them as their eyes locked, searched and held the other's. More said between them in the silence then mere words could ever explain, hope to describe, or even convey.

She felt a fierce possessiveness come over her and her wild side, the essence of all that she was rose up to the surface as she slowly let her eyes roam over her mate. A need thrummed under her skin to reclaim the beauty was was her mate, it was almost overwhelming it was so acute. It compelled her to move forward towards the object of all her hopes, dreams, desires, wants, needs and love. To reestablish the bond that was between them, to reclaim all that had and was there for the asking, there for both of them. To validate once again that all this wasn't just a dream. That this was her life, her dreams made a reality, no matter what those child-lvoicvoices of her past had tried to tell her. For she had finally realized what, who those voices were and with that knowledge, the child-like voices had lost, for now, their power over her.

She wasn't stupid, she knew they would rear their grotesque heads time and again throughout her life, but she was ready for them now. The scars from her past may stay with her forever but she would fight them with everything she was and next time she would reach out her hand and ask for help in defeating them yet again. Because down to the very heart of herself, she knew now without a shred of doubt, that her destiny, her life, her heart and soul was forever connected with the woman standing in front of her waiting. Waiting for her, just her. Without reservation, she knew they were the Chosen Ones, not just to fight against the supernatural evils of the world, but the Chosen of each other and that was something that was meant to be and would be for all time.

She moved forward with the true gracefulness, sensuousness of the black panther she was so often compared to. Moved towards her destiny, knowing that she would never be alone again, never have to walk down the path of life without her mate by her side. Knowing that, even should they be separated by death that the spirit of the other would always be by their side, until the survivor joined them in the afterlife.

She moved towards her future without a second of hesitation. Her heart filled with love and her soul reaching out with invisible arms for its mate.
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She pulled her Light Slayer tightly into her steely embrace, her arms strong but gentle as they held her. Her mouth came down almost brutally in a possessive, demanding, forceful kiss. She was staking her claim, now and forever. Giving to her mate all that she was, asking for and receiving back in that unbelievably hot, wet kiss all that her mate was in return.

She lifted her mate without breaking the kiss, walked forward the few steps, nudged the door open further with her foot, entered the cottage then kicked the door closed behind her. She stopped just inside the entryway and inch by torturous inch, slid her mate down the length of her body until her feet once more touched upon the ground. She broke the kiss long enough to mumble the words that would ensure their privacy and keep any unwanted guests from showing up uninvited. She wanted no interruptions; no distractions, no animals, Furball and his mate were already with Lilith and Clotho. She wanted the world to consist of just them for a time. Wanted to take full advantage of the carefree, evil-free, responsibility-free time that they were granted while within this domain.

Her kisses became lighter and she nibbled on her mate's bottom lip, flicking her tongue out occasionally to soothe the quick sharp bites. She nibbled her way over to the corner of that soft mouth beneath hers, then trailed light kisses across a high cheekbone, stopping on her way to her destination to inhale deeply the clean, fresh smell of her Light Slayer's hair. She nuzzled for a few brief seconds then continued along her meandering path, 'til she reached a delicate ear. She lightly ran her tongue along the shell, then rested her cheek against her blonde-haired lover's.

"I want you," she rasped deeply with a slight tremor in her voice. She began to guide her mate backwards, hands on her hips steering her deeper into the room. "I want to taste every inch of you. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to hear you let go as I give you what only I can give to you." She slipped her hands up and under the back of her mate's shirt, sliding them upwards taking the shirt with her as she continued to speak and moving them both deeper into the room. "I want to feel you moving underneath me. I want to bite that soft spot right above your hip that makes you buck into me, into my mouth."

She stopped at the edge of the bed, stepped back and lifted the shirt up and over her Chosen's head, tossing it to the floor. Her fingertips lightly brushed down from shoulders to small pert breasts, sweeping around hard nipples, down over a six-pack stomach to run from each hip under the waistband of jeans, finally to meet at the buttons that held them closed. "I want to feel you pulse around me when I'm deep inside of you."

She locked her eyes with amber-gold, passion-filled eyes. "You're so beautiful," she smiled at the shudder her husky voice elicited. She dropped down to her knees, her fingers opened the first button, then her mouth worshiped the smooth skin exposed to her for long minutes. One by one, she opened the buttons, repeating her actions until a continuous moaning floated to her from above and her shoulders were gripped in a tight hold.

Reaching down she pulled off first one boot and sock, then the other. She slid her hands up the outside of deceptively well-muscled hard thighs. Her fingertips trailed inward, then peeled back each side of the jeans, her hands slid inside over a flat stomach, to slim hips. She dragged her nails along the silkily smooth skin leaving five trails of fire on each leg as she slid her mate's jeans and silk thong down. She gently lifted one foot out of the pool of clothes, then the other. For a brief minute, she rested her cheek up against her mate's inner thigh.

"I want to take you to a place you've never been before..." she whispered as she rubbed her cheek on the softest skin she had ever known. Her hands smoothed up the back of tensed thighs, over a firmly rounded ass, to the base of her lover's spine. She glided her hands up further as she followed, rising from her knees, sliding tightly along her Light Slayer's body. Teasing her with sharp nips, light licks, tender kisses on her way. "...and then take you there again and again."

She once again locked their eyes, the feral, primal, possessive light in them even stronger then before. She saw an answering light in her mate's eyes and though there were no words spoken, she felt it as her mate gave up all control to her again. She leaned down, brushing her lips across the lush, full ones beneath hers, a low growling-purr rumbling in her chest. She teased, with soft, then hard kisses, whispering to her heart and soul in her husky voice between kisses. "I want to make you scream for release. I want to make you moan, growl and pant from my touch, from my kisses. I want to feel you claw at my back and thrash against me." She broke their gaze and bit quickly, reverently at her mark on her mate's pulse point. Then she lifted her head, once again capturing those amber-gold eyes with her own.

"I want to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. Hard, fast, rough, with my mouth, with my fingers, with everything I am." She growled out huskily, fiercely. If her mate was surprised or put off by her crude words, it didn't show, in fact, if anything they excited her by the low growl she gave as an answer. "Then I want to make slow, tender, gentle love with you. I want to hold you close, watch you as you come. You're so damn beautiful when you come."

She gently ran her hand down the side of her Light Slayer's face. A soft, loving smile graced her beautiful face as she lost herself for long seconds in her mate's eyes. Everything she felt was in her touch, showed on her face and glowed from her eyes with a light that came directly from her soul. "I want to kiss you until we can't breathe. I want to worship all of you. I just want you... forever and ever... just you, B, that's all I'll ever want..."
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She had startedmblimbling from the second her Dark Slayer had pulled her into her arms. Her eyes slammed shut as that lush, soft mouth came down on hers both hard and tenderly at the same time. She melted into those steely but gentle arms, her blood singing through her veins. She felt flushed, hot, weak, strong, loved and cherished all at once.

The breath was kissed right out of her, she barely noticed as she was lifted and carried inside. But she more than noticed as she was slowly, tauntingly slid down the length of that long, hard, softly curved, sumptuous body. Her hands tangled into thick, wavy raven hair, pulling her lover's mouth into hers harder. She opened her own mouth and drew in that knowing velvet tongue. She pulled it deeper into her, letting her own tongue come out to play with her mate's. She chased it back to its owner's mouth and her whole body jumped when she felt the light sucking.

She moaned into the warm, wet cavern of her lover's mouth. She gasped for air desperately as her mate broke the kiss just long enough to mumble out the privacy incantation. Her trembling grew stronger; her knees grew weak, as she was urged to move backwards by the slight pressure of strong hands upon her hips.

She was unable to draw an even breath by the time they reached the bed. Unable to form a coherent thought, speak a word. Her body shuddered, arched into her lover's touch, aching for more. Her Dark Slayer's words rolling over her like liquid fire, making her catch her breath; forget how to move, to speak. Her body, mind, heart, the very essence of her, her soul reacting to them in a way that was wholly unexpected, exciting and new. All of her was in thrall to this side of her Dark lover that she had never before seen.

The raven-haired beauty was like a force of nature itself. Her touch electric, gentle, rough, commanding, loving, tender and it sent her into a whirlwind of desire, of passion, of need and of simply want. She wanted to be taken by her Dark Slayer, wanted to be fucked, be made-love to and with her soul-mate. She wanted, needed this reaffirmation. Wanted again, to claim and be claimed by this passionate beauty that loved her and she loved with a strength, a devotion, a primal intensity that The Creator couldn't have stopped or destroyed.
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Mentally she shook herself out of her immobile, mute stupor as her Dark lover stepped back from her. Her body shuddered in the wake of those once chocolate-eyes raking down the length of her body and growing a deeper, darker emerald as her mate's carnal desire rose closer to the surface. She reached out a hand, her fingertips touching lightly under her Dark Slayer's chin and lifting with the slightest pressure rose up that beautiful face to hers once more. The eyes that stared into hers touched her very soul in a way that no one before ever had and in a way she knew that no one else ever would. For once, she wished she had paid attention in her English classes and remembered some of the pretty words the poets had used to describe moments such as these. Instead, she just spoke from her heart.

"The word love is inadequate to describe, express what it is that I feel for you. I don't think there is a word that can, all I can hope is that you can feel inside what it is that I feel for you. That you can feel how it expands, grows, and becomes more with every passing second. When I was younger, I used to dream, wish that one day I would find my true love, my soul-mate, the person with whom I would just be more. I had gotten to a point in my life where I no longer believed that it would happen, at least not for me. But I was wrong and I can never tell you how overjoyed I am that I was. Because you Fai, you are that dream, that wish come true. I love you Faith and I will throughout time."

This time it was she, who gathered her Slayer tightly into a tender but steely embrace. She leaned up, her mouth capturing her Dark Slayer's in but a whisper of a kiss. Everything she was, everything she felt was in that whispered kiss, it was all the words and more that couldn't express the depth of what lay within her soul for her raven-haired mate. When their kiss ended, she watched in awe as that wide-eyed innocent look of amazement crossed her Dark Slayer's face. There was something that made her feel so humble when she saw that look cross that beautiful face and fill those dark-doe eyes. It touched something deep inside of her in a way that nothing ever had.
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She melted, her insides quaking with the power of the words her Light Slayer had spoken so softly to her. They filled her, lifted her, caressed her and held her with their warmth, their devotion, their passion. She was grateful for those warm strong arms that held her so closely, so safely, because when that sweet, ripe mouth brushed so delicately, so tenderly and much too briefly against her own, her knees gave out. That whisper of a kiss imparted more tenderness, more love, simply just more everything to the Dark Slayer then any touch, any words ever could have.

It was for her a kiss that touched her very soul. As she stared into pools of amber-gold, she realized and saw the truth in her mate's eyes. For her Light Slayer, it too was a kiss that touched her very soul. The deep purr rumbled out of her chest at the smile that lit up her mate's eyes. She felt hands roaming up her back then down to cup her ass and the rumbling purr turned into a growl of desire. The part of herself that she had always kept in check, unless her Light Slayer had let it out first, forced its way back to the surface again. This was the first time she had ever taken the lead and brought this primal, possessive side out on her own. It also was the first time that either of them had just given over complete control to the other without being asked or fighting for dominance. When her mate had given over control to her when they first returned from Glory's hell it was different, she wasn't sure how, it had just felt different. She stopped dwelling on it and just let herself feel, just let herself totally go.

Those strong hands kneading her ass made her desire, her needs, her wants, fiercely make themselves known again. They slid up from her ass, tugging her shirt out from her pants then under to teasingly stroke her lower back. She arched into her golden Slayer, burying her head into her lover's neck, catching the soft skin between her teeth and nipping it. She smiled around the sweet skin in her mouth when she felt short fingernails dig into her back and the almost silent whimper that accompanied them. She ran her nails down the length of each muscled arm, reac aro around to her own back and grasping those smaller hands firmly with her own. She pulled them off and out from around her. She slid her hands back up over silky skin, then gently pushed when she reached her lover's shoulders, smiling at the confused look her lover gave her when she landed upon the bed.

"I want you..." she said again as she pulled her own shirt the rest of the way out of her pants.

She skimmed her fingertips along the waistband of her leather pants, deftly unbuttoning her top button. Her right hand trailed up under her shirt, along her flat stomach, over her ribcage, up the slope of her right breast and slowly began to circle her erect nipple. Her eyes stayed locked on her mate perched on the edge of the bed open-mouthed. Her left hand moved from her waistband and followed the same path that her right had just taken. She watched her Light Slayer's eyes flicking back and forth between her circling fingers on each breast, then up to capture the Dark Slayer's own eyes, then back again. With one fluid movement, she crossed her hands under her shirt lowering them, grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifted and pulled it over her head. She then tossed it casually onto the pile of clothes already on the floor.

She ran her fingers through her hair, a low growling-purr giving voice to her pleasure. She untangled one hand from her hair and followed the slash of one high-cheekbone down to her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on her wide-eyed lover, she traced her index figure over her own lush mouth. She stroked along the little cleft on her bottom lip that her Light Slayer loved to trace with the tip of her tongue, a sultry smile peaking out around the corners of her mouth. The tip of her tongue came out to entice her finger into her mouth. She slowly sucked her finger into her mouth; leaving her mouth open just wide enough so her mate could see what she was doing to her finger with her tongue.

With one last swirl of her tongue around her finger, she let it slip from her mouth. She began to talk again, her voice a low sultry purr, "I love the warm wet heat of your tongue as you trace random patterns over my skin." She blazed a wet trail over her bottom lip, her chin, down the column of her throat, between the valley of her breasts, then up and under, 'til she started to circle and tease her own nipple again. Her other hand dusted down over heomacomach to deftly undo the rest of her buttons. She toed off her boots, keeping her eyes locked on her mate, reveling in her reaction.

"Love it when you nibble and suck at the sensitive spot behind my ear. Love that you're the only one who has ever found it. The feel of your nails as you delicately scrape them around my nipples." She mimicked her words as she spoke. "And god, the feel of your hands on my body, cal callused and soft, at the same time... touching me, loving me, driving me insane with need, with want of you."

Her other hand kept itself busy learning the valleys, plains, hills of her stomach, chest, hips and thighs. Her head fell forward, her hair creating a curtain around her face a low moan escaping her parted lips as she dipped in to feel her own wetness briefly before shimmying her leather pants down her legs. She stepped out of the pool of her pants, kicking them away from her. She took a step forward, moving closer to her lover perched on the bed. She pinched the nipple she had been teasing with her fingers, rolling it, tugging it.

"Oh Jesus, what you do to me! Just the thought of you makes me wet, makes me burn. I swear you could make me cum with just a single look... touch... kiss..." She rolled her head forward and forced her eyes open. She brought her other hand up to caress her neglected breast. She continued to knead, to tease, to tweak her own nipples. But in her mind's eye, it was her Light Slayer who was touching her in all the right ways, all the right places. She smiled and wantonly licked her lips when she saw her golden-haired Slayer's nostrils flair.
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Her eyes were riveted on her Dark Slayer. She was becoming quickly overwhelmed by the lust, the desire, the need, the want. Yet still she sat motionless, not speaking, just staring. Shiddhidden instinct telling her it was the right thing to do. Something letting her know that this was what her lover, her mate needed from her right now.

She recognized this part of her lover inside of her own self. This dominant side that was a part of both of them. How could it not be? They were hunters, predators, warriors; it was part of what made them Slayers. The need to be the Alpha in their relationship, not just withh oth other, but sometimes in all their relationships. She laughed silently to herself at the thought. As funny as the thought was though, she knew it was true. There was something that was primal, animalistic that lived within them, was an innate part of them. It was both dominant and submissive. Needing to claim, conquer and be claimed and conquered as well. They were both possessive, dominant, protective, controlling, it was part of the role of being Slayers, a part of them. But it was tiring always having to make the decisions, becontcontrol day after day, month after month, year after year. Always having that we upo upon their shoulders. There were times when they just yearned to be possessed, submissive, protected, dominated. Both were sides of their inner selves on every level and they both wanted an equal. Not only in a Slaying partner but in a mate as well, they had found that equal in each other and both knew they would never find it with anyone else. They balanced each other in a way that no one else ever could, ever had.

She knew without being told that the Dark Slayer had kept this possessive, rough, dominant side to her personality hidden, in check. That was, until she herself, coaxed this part of her Dark lover out, when the need within herself to let this part loose became too much to resist. Only this time, there had been no coaxing. As she watched her beautiful, sensual, seductive mate, she understood that her Dark Slayer had finally started to feel comfortable, at home, safe in her own skin. Safe with her own needs, wants, desires, passions and the primal, feral parts of what made her, her, and she would do everything within her power to help her soul-mate continue to grow, to learn, to trust, to keep that feeling of safety intact.

She was pulled out of her reverie as her lover's words, the sound of her moans, the sight of her touching herself made the fire burning in her blood turn into lava. Her need to touch, to taste, to hold her Dark Slayer became an instant obsession and she reached out with both hands...centcenter>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"No..." The Dark Slayer growled and captured the hands reaching for her. Her smile almost a leer at the confused look she was given. "Scoot up the bed," her words, tone, a heated command and nowhere near a request.

Without a word or the slightest hesitation, she scooted up the bed, leaned against the brass headboard pulling her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and looked questioningly at the Dark Slayer, who just gave her a wolfish smile. Her mouth began to water as her raven-haired mate crawled up onto the bottom of the bed. Rising up to her hands and knees the Dark Slayer moved towards her with catlike grace as she glided up the length of the bed, as if she truly were stalking prey. All the muscles in the Dark Slayer's body undulating under her skin, sleek, defined, sensual, fluid like rippling water. Her Dark lover reminding her of the panthers they had seen in documentary about their mating rituals. A searing flame of desire shot through her making her actually tremble with its force.

She let out a deep, throaty moan as her ankles were grasped; her legs pulled free of her arms and spread wide. As the callus pads of fis trs trailed up the inside of her legs. As that hard, yet soft body, slithered up between her spread thighs, that generous mouth, nipping, licking, sucking, along the way. As thick, wavy hair tickled along her thighs, stomach, breasts and a moan of pure need poured out thickly from her before that full mouth captured her own again. She started to wrap her arms around that hot body lying on top of her only to have them caught by the wrists, pulled up over her head and held imprisoned by one strong hand.

Leaning up on one elbow, while languidly grinding her pelvic against her mate, a feral smiled formed on the Dark Slayer's face at the look of lust that was staring back at her.

"No touching. If you do I'll stop," she paused to gaze into her mate's passion-filled eyes to let her know she was serious. "Or just maybe if you can't control yourself..." she purred seductively, then gave her mate a decidedly wicked, down-right fucking evil half-grin, "I'll be forced to restrain you to ensure that you keep your hands to yourself..."

The Dark Slayer blinked in surprise when a shiver of arousal shot through her at her own words. It had just never occurred to her that this type of play would arouse her. Her mind spun with images and then confusion set in when she realized that the images weren't just of her mate being restrained and at her mercy but of herself being in the same position. Could she after all thad had happened ever put herself in the position where she gave someone absolute control over her?

She had never asserted this side of her personality in the bedroom with her soul-mate. She had always asserted it with all the others that had come before her, but it had never been because it aroused her, it had always been to guarantee that she had the power, the control in the bedroom and not the other way around. This need to be in control, be dominant, she knew the reasons why she had always been that way, only this time it was different. She wanted, needed to possess and be possessed, to take and be taken, she wanted to know her mate trusted her to that extreme and she needed to know that she trusted her mate to the same extreme. Needed to know implicitly that her soul-mate knew she would always be safe with her, that never would she take advantage, hurt her, no matter what, no matter the situation, ever. And she knew that someday her soul-mate would need, want the same thing from her.

Love and trust were two different things she knew that You You could love someone and still not trust them. It was for her the hardest thing to give and it was something she never thought anyone would give to her. But these last few weeks had proven to her that she still didn't trust, at least not fully, all that was between them. That her past still had some hold over her and probably always would. It would be with her forever and she would fight this war for the rest of her life, but she knew if she could find that trust, the wars, the battles, would become shorter, less fierce, less overwhelming each time they were fought.

And here in the bedroom, where she had always been the most vulnerable was the hardest place for her to not only give her trust, but to ask for it. It wasn't just about her giving up control, being at the mercy of anot- ev- even to her Light Slayer - it was also about asking for the same thing in return. It was here that all her nightmares, anger, rage, hate, darke, he, had come to full life and were likely to come to life again making her lose her control in the worst possible way. It was here too, that the voices of her past had the strongest hold over her. And she knew as she stared right into the soul of her mate, that her Light Slayer knew this too.
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Her body surprised her when it shuddered in excitement at the thought of being restrained and at her Dark Slayer's mercy. It surprised her again as she shivered in pleasure at the thought of doing the same to her mate. She couldn't help but wonder though, if after all her mate had been through, if she could ever trust anyone enough to ever put herself at the complete and total mercy of another, let herself be vulnerable to that extent and still feel safe and loved, even with her.

For a brief nd snd she saw that haunted look flash in her lover's eyes. She knew what that look meant, even though no words were said. They weren't necessary, everything DarkDark Slayer was thinking, feeling was filtering to her through their bond.

She didn't even have to think about her answer to the silent questions that were being asked of her by those clear, glowing emerald eyes. There was no hesitation, there was just absolute trust. Unequivocally, beyond the shadow of any doubts, beyond question, absolute complete trust, absolute faith, as ironic as it may be, in her mate, in what they were together, who and what they meant to each other. Whatever fears, doubts, insecurities she had been wrestling with the last few weeks were shredded, turned to dust and dispersed as if a strong gust of air had come and carried them away on the wind.

For the longest time, the Dark Slayer, seed, ed, sought answers in the amber-gold eyes of her Light Slayer. And like her mate, she too, felt it all through their bond, both the questions and the answers that she sought. She felt the trust flood into her softly, reverently through their Soul-Thread. The soft, loving smile gracing her lover's face gave her the answers, the truth to not only the questions shs ass asking but for those silently being asked of her.

The Dark Slayer's eyes became the darkest, deepest emerald the first of the Chosen had ever seen. The feral, possessive look replaced by one of deeply felt love and the smile that graced her mate's face was simply beautiful. She fell into those eyes feeling connected to her Dark Slayer in every way and her heart beat triple time at the look, the smile and the words she knew would fall from that beautiful mouth even before they were spoken. She knew her lover needed to speak them aloud even though they both knew what the other was already feeling, thinking, seeing.

"Yes, I could with you. Only with you... I trust you without question, without any hesitation, or reservations and I know absolutely, that with you I alw always be safe and loved." She let go of the wrists she held captive, sat up and back onto her calves between her lover's supple thighs. Leisurely her eyes raked over every inch of the sensual, petite body in front of her. Slowly the look in her eyes changed back to the feral, hungry look from before, but still filled with infinite tenderness and love.

She slowly lowered herself back down to her lover, gathering her into her arms, rolling them to their sides. Luxuriating like a contented cat in the feel of her mate's arm as they gathered her just as closely, as tightly. Gently they pulled each other even closer into a healing embrace. They stayed that way quietly for a minute, an hour, a day, just wallowing in the warmth, the comfort of their embrace. Their own fears, insecurities, doubts floated away for now, hopefully foreverey fey fell into the currents of emotions each let flow, their bond expanding to enclose them spiritually within its invisible embrace. Theiuls uls entwining to dance delicately with its mate, singing a song of wonder, of joy, that would put a heavenly choir to shame.

It felt as if they hadn't touched each other in a small eternity. They didn't want to move and so they didn't. Both of their thoughts wandering back with amazement to what the Immortals had so skillfully made them realize. They were - especially the Dark Slayer - awed by the power of their connection, the far-reaching depths of the love they shared. They were both jaded, world-weary, tired in their own way. Having in some ways in the dark recesses of their own hearts given up on actually sharing this kind of love with anyone, even with each other. And neither would ever be able to express with words how euphoric they were that they both were wrong.
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She had no idea how long they stayed that way before the hands holding her so tenderly and gently stroking her back had turned sensual. Nor did she know at what point she had been rolled once again onto her back and told in no uncertain terms not to touch, to just relax and enjoy. Her hands were lifted over her head yet again, encouraged to wrap around the brass posts of thadboadboard as that hard, magnificent body began to move over hers once more. As a knowledgeable tongue, mouth, fingers, teeth, tortured, teased, touched with a speed, an agility that only another Slayer could possess. Her Dark Slayer seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.

She hung onto the headboard for dear life, white-knuckled as her body twisted, arched, shook with a need so great she was sure she would die from it. Incoherent words, moans forced themselves out of her throat, deep, husky. She pushed herself harder into the fingers caressing deeply inside her, wanting her Dark Slayer even deeper within her. The moans of her lover vibrating ugh ugh her as she licked, circled, sucked, even nipped around her swollen, wanting core.

Her whole body came up off the bed as that warm, wet mouth finally latched onto her throbbing need. Strangled sobs of pleasure that sounded almost like anguished cries of pain, keened loudly out of her. She tried to buck up for a second time, wanting more, only to find that her hips were being held still by one firm arm across her stomach. She shouted her displeasure at being held down, but still maintained her white-knuckle grip on the headboard. There was no way in hell that she would risk her raven-haired lover stopping now, not when she was so close. Then she felt that pouty mouth engulf her fully, a tongue flicking rapidly across her overheated bundle of nerves and with a gentle bite of blunt teeth, she lost it.

Even that supernaturally strong arm was unable to keep her from arching up off the bed. She was cumming so hard, so fiercely and seemingly forever that she was sure that she would splinter into a million pieces and they would be finding parts of her scattered throughout the dimensions. Her body jerking erratically against that wondrous mouth and fingers, that stayed with her as she thrashed on the bed, her insides convulsing over and over again. Something that sounded like her mate's name and the name of every deity she had ever known came out in a garbled shout to the heavens. Her shouts, growing louder as she felt herself start to cum again even harder then the first time. This time too, seemingly for another eternity.
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It felt like a full day had passed before the furious, explosive seizures of her climax had slowed and ebbed into small earthquake-like aftershocks. Another day passed before her body relaxed, her muscles loosening enough for her to fall back to the bed in a sweaty, sated, face-splitting-smiling, boneless Slayeap. ap. When she eventually managed to free her hands from their death grip on the brass headboard, she grabbed the pillows next to her head. She pulled them under her and propped herself up so she could look down at her Dark Slayer who was now resting her chin on her hands right above her pubic hair. An arched eyebrow and a smug, cocky-lopsided grin greeted her when she opened her eyes.

"I see someone is rather pleased with themselves." She rasped out and if she hadn't felt her mouth move she would have wondered who had just spoken, her voice was so deep and husky.

Her answer was a lazy smile and a pink tongue running over lips that glistened with her own essence, accompanied by a low growling purr.

"Fai, that was..."

"...just an appetizer, B." Faith purred out, licked her lips again and leered at Buffy. She wasn't even close to being done with her yet!

"Appetizer?!!?" Buffy squeaked. She had already cum harder and longer then she ever had before in her entire life, she didn't think she was capable of anything else right now, including moving or reciprocating. "I don't think.. I... uh... ah..." Buffy tried, then gave up when Faith started to place wet kisses along her stomach then bit her right above her hip, which caused her - like it always did - to buck with pleasure. Her eyes grew wide with surprise as a shudder of desire moved under her skin straight down to her core at the sound of the low growling purring that Faith started again.

"Mmmmm... you taste so good B," Faith mumbled against Buffy's skin. She pulled herself up the length of Buffy's body, her mouth crashing down onto Buffy's. She poured all her desire into the kiss. It was wanton, wet, hot, demanding and very, very persuasive. She wrenched her mouth away when she felt Buffy move to hold her. "Uh-uh, B, 'member no touching."

"But... but... but that's not fair," Buffy whined, she really wanted, needed to touch Faith. "I wanna touch you Fai... need to..." Buffy pouted and started to reach up to pull Faith down closer to her regardless of what Faith said.

A wolfish smile sneaking across her face, she sat up quickly straddling Buffy's waist, hovering over her on her knees. She wagged her finger at Buffy, purring out playfully, "Bad B. Either play by the rules or I won't play anymore..." Her gaze turned sultry and her purring voice grew huskier, "And I really want to play with you some more. So behave!"

With an over-exaggerated pout, Buffy dramatically flung her arms out wide in mock surrender, "'K!" She said sulkily, her eyes became slits and she looked at Faith slyly, her voice coming out in a throaty purr, "Just remember S.O., paybacks are a bitch."

"I'm counting on it Giz!" Faith purred back, her hands dropped down to her own thighs and began to skip random patterns over them. "But right now, the only bitch here, is me." She smirked, "Hmmmm, now what was it I said I wanted to do again?" She looked down thoughtfully at Buffy, her one hand coming up to stroke her own throat with the backs of her fingers and then brush up to trace her mouth, then back down again. The stroking, slow, teasing, languid. She smirked again as she saw Buffy's tongue come out to wet her dry lips.

She trailed her other hand down her thigh then up the inside of it, just stopping shy of her own throbbing core. She lowered herself slightly, letting her moist curls brush teasingly against Buffy's stomach. She started to rock leisurely, letting her fingers trail those last few inches into her own wetness, the backs of them grazing across Buffy's stomach, letting her know exactly what she was doing.

Buffy's eyes flew down Faith's body when she felt the back of Faith's fingers brush against her stomach. Her mouth became as dry as the Sahara rt art and a squeak escaped her at the sight that greeted her wide, unblinking eyes. After of few seconds of watching Faith touch herself with wide-eyed wonder, she squinted thoughtfully. Her mouth forming her own smirk when she realized that while Faith had told her she couldn't touch, she hadn't said she couldn't move. She arched her lower back, lifting her hips and her stomach up, forcing Faith's fingers to press harder into herself. She trapped them there and circled her hips, arching up forcefully into Faith with a triumph-growling laugh at having found a way around the rules. A growling moan was the answer to her laugh.

Faith's head fell back, the low moan turning to a hissing-snarl of hunger as her fingers slid through her own slick, hot folds. She couldn't help the smile from forming though at Buffy's ingenuity. She wasn't exactly breaking the rules, now was she?

She rolled her head forward, "B..." she growled, smiling again at the shudder her voice always caused in Buffy. She waited patiently, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning again, until Buffy looked up at her. Her free hand cupped her own breast and she pinched her nipple hard, this time she wasn't able to quite stifle her groan. With a smirk, she sat down none too lightly on Buffy's stomach, forcing her back into the bed. Quickly before Buffy could react, she slid her wetness over Buffy's stomach, then over her breasts, snuggling her knees into Buffy's armpits. She circled her hips smearing her wetness over Buffy's chest, loving the surprised, lust-filled look that came over Buffy's face, then she once again rose up to her knees. She hovered over Buffy's chest and gave her a stern look, daring her to figure out a way to break the rules again without technically really breaking them.

Buffy completely forgot about trying to get around the rules when she felt Faith's scorching hot core leave a wet trail up her body. Her mouth dropped open when Faith rose to her knees above her and she just gawked at the sexy, sensual, exotic goddess that she had the honor, the pleasure of calling her mate. Mine, mine, mine, all mine echoed with delight through her head. She saw the smirk on Faith's face and the lust-addled part of her brain fueled by the many fantasies her overactive libido had where Faith was concerned, in similar positions, doing just what she was doing, decided to concede defeat gracefully and just let this play out. She quirked an eyebrow at her mate then tucked her hands under her head conceding her surrender again, only this time there wasn't anything remotely mocking about it.

Faith raised her own eyebrow questionably at Buffy's actions, a little surprised she had given up so easily. Where was the fun in that? She was kind of hoping that Buffy would get a little creative with her breasts and nipples. Then she remembered their conversation right after their adventure in the woods the day they arrived and the answer to why became obvious. Who was she to deny Buffy one of her fantasies? As she stared at her golden-haired lover her hand continued almost absentmindedly exploring her wet, aching folds, while the other continued to play with her erect nipples alternating between them. She smiled amused as she watched Buffy try to look everywhere at once.

"That day in the woods, when you were touching yourself, it turned me on so much I thought I was going to implode." Her voice came out lower, huskier then she had ever heard it before. "It made me so wet I could feel myself dripping down the insides of my thighs. God I couldn't wait to get my hands on you." Part of her couldn't believe that she was doing this. For all of her sexual experience she had never - not even once - ever done this in front of someone. And the words that seemed to be flowing out of her mouth so easily since they had entered the cottage were surprising her as well. But she loved the effect they seemed to be having on her Light Slayer, so she just stopped trying to analyze everything and just let herself go with it. She felt a sense of safety, confidence and freedom in a way she had never experienced before, not even with Buffy.

"Then when I saw you slip your fingers inside of yourself, B... I was sure I was having one of those dreams again." A moan interrupted her words as her fingers brushed against her over sensitive clit. "Was it me you were pretending, wishing was touching you B and I ah... Chri..." Her words dwindled off into a guttural moan as she delved lower and slipped her own fingers into her aching core. She started a slow rhythm, knowing that she wouldn't last long. She was already close to cumming, had been from the moment she had touched Buffy. She had almost plummeted over the edge with Buffy when she had felt Buffy cumming so hard through their bond, on her tongue and her fingers not too long ago. She indulged herself for long minutes, her thumb circling up to tease her clit, then switching to the heel of her hand, then back to her thumb. The fingers of her other hand torturing her nipples with hard, rough touches.

"I have to wonder..." She gasped, her hand moving faster, "If seeing me touch myself, knowing that it's you I'm dreaming of, wishing was touching me. Knowing that it's you, the thought of you and you alone, that makes me feel this way, makes me so fucking wet, so hot, so ready to explode..." She let go of her breast and fell forward planting her hand beside Buffy's head. Her hair falling softy down around her face and Buffy's creating a shield around them both.

Faith's fast and shallow breath hotly caressed Buffy's face as she fell forward. Her own breathing was harsh and labored. She clenched her thighs tightly together trying to relieve some of the aching, pounding need in her own core. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the pleasure writing itself across Faith's face and Faith's hand moving, touching, teasing herself. A part of her paid avid attention to how Faith was touching herself, learning even more about how the Dark Slayer liked to be touched and filing it away for later. She had fantasized about this and the fantasy had excited her, but she had never thought though, that actually seeing it would excite her this much. She burned with the need to touch Faith, anywhere, anyhow. But she didn't move, this was the Dark Slayer's erotic dance to lead and she would respect that even if it killed her.

"Does it... does it make you feel the same way it made me feel B when I watched you touching yourself? Does it B?" She hadn't a clue how she managed to get that out coherently. She began moving her hand faster, her fingers plunging in deeper, her internal muscles clutching at them.

"Is it me you think of when you touch yourself?" She bent down further, her mouth crashing hungrily onto Buffy's, sucking Buffy's tongue into her mouth, growling into the kiss, trying to devour her. She pulled away and reared back teetering on the edge of release, amazed by the intense pleasure gathering in the pit of her stomach and branching out everywhere.

"Tell me B, does it make you feel that way? Am I the one you think of?"

Buffy stared in awe at the beautiful, exotic, sensual picture Faith made. Stunned by the power of the feelings that were stirred inside of her by the need she heard in the Dark Slayer's voice for her to be the one Buffy thought of.

"Oh god, watching you makes me feel the same way. I want to touch you, want you to touch me too, so badly it hurts. I ache with it. And it's always you, only ever you Faith, that I think of, dream of. There can never be, never will be anyone but you, Faith." Buffy was awed again, when amidst all of it, that wide-eyed look of innocent amazement shone in Faith's eyes at her words.

Her legs were trembling, she wasn't sure if they could support her any longer. She delved in deeply one last time, staying there, her thumb rubbing her clit forcefully, rapidly.

"Gonna cum..." Faith rasped hoarsely, as she fell slightly backwards down onto Buffy's stomach again, forcing her fingers in deeper. "...for you..."

Her free hand reached out behind her settling next to her calf, she gripped the sheets desperately as she leaned her full weight back. Praying her arm would support her as she rocked and ground down into her fingers deep inside of her own throbbing warmth. Her hips started a circling motion down onto Buffy's hard as a rock stomach, small whimpers came from the back of her throat, that were echoed by the pants and moans coming from her Light Slayer as she watched her. Her back arched tautly like an over-strung bow, raising her up off Buffy.

"B!GODB..." her hips started pumping wildly into her own hand, fingers as she lost all control and shamelessly abandoned herself to pure lust. Her head snapped back whipping her hair against her back and her body tightened, held still for that timeless minute until she fell over the edge into unadulterated ecstasy.

"OHGODI'MCUMMINGB!" With a guttural shout, her body convulsed, she doubled over from the ferocity of it and fell forward into Buffy's waiting arms. She shook helplessly against Buffy, her hips still pounding into her hand, Buffy's stomach as she shattered into a million pieces of pure pleasure, while being held safely within Buffy's loving arms until the storm finally passed.
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She curled up into Buffy, purring contently from the soothing hands stroking along her back. It wasn't long before she felt the heat of a blush start at the very tips of her toes and run like wildfire up her body to the very top of her head. She hid her face in Buffy's neck, sure that the ear resting against Buffy's shoulder was going to brand her, it was so damn hot from blushing. It was ridiculous to be blushing now, but then again if she had been aware of anything else but her own hands upon her body and Buffy watching her as she had performed for her, she would bet her last dollar that she had been blushing the whole time then too. She suddenly felt inordinately shy, embarrassed, awkward, insecure and a teeny-tiny part of her mind was shouting at her that after what she had just done in front of Buffy had proved once again that she really was nothing but a, First-class-grade-A-white-trash-whore.

Buffy held Faith tenderly, a million and one thoughts going through her mind. She was amazed, a little bit awed and stunned. She smiled, loving this side that Faith had finally shown her and her smile spread from ear to ear because she knew that Faith was far from done. Her mind was in a tizzy just imagining what was to come next and from the thought of someday turning the tables on the Dark Slayer and letting this side of herself out to play. She almost chuckled when she felt the heat of Faith's blush against her skin. She too wondered if the ear pressing into her would brand her, it was so hot. She stifled the chuckle when she felt the emotions that were spinning through Faith's mind flow to her in an echo, especially the last one. No way, there was no fucking way that she was going to let the past come up and bite Faith on the ass now.

"B, I ah... that... what just happened, that was..."

"...let me guess Fai, just another appetizer." Buffy said, thinking that it might be better to ignore the emotions that were wreaking havoc with the Dark Slayer's mind. Acknowledging them might just give them more power. Might give them the doorway to come through full force and make it seem like she actually gave them some sort of credence, some sort of nod that she believed them too. She wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but her gut told her that if Faith didn't bring them into the conversation she shouldn't either. So she went with her instincts, so far they hadn't steered her wrong. "And Fai, that had to be the hottest, most erotic, breathtakingly beautiful sights I've ever seen. Thank you."

"For what?" Faith lifted her head from its hiding place in Buffy neck, finding the courage from somewhere inside to look into Buffy's eyes.

"For just being you. For making one of my fantasies a reality." Buffy's breath caught in her chest when Faith gave her that wide-eyed almost disbelieving look of awe and innocence.

Faith stared into Buffy's eyes for the longest time, that little voice in her head struggling to be heard, to be believed instead of the love that blazed from Buffy's eyes. This time though Faith wasn't listening to it, this time she was listening to her heart, her soul and believing the truth that she saw with her own eyes. With a whimper of defeat the voice retreated, returning to its dark home inside of Faith. Only this time it found the scar on Faith's soul it had called home since its birth had grown just a little bit smaller and a little bit brighter.

"Maybe someday you'll return the favor for me, B." She gave Buffy a wolfish smile.

"Mmmm, I think that's a favor I'll be more then happy to return, S.O." It came out a scratchy purr filled with promise. Her soothing touch upon Faith's back turned teasing, her nails raking lightly down its length. She smiled almost smugly as Faith's spine arched in the wake of her nails.

"Not as happy as me," Faith told her impishly, then moaned as Buffy's nails retraced their path up her spine.

"We'll see about that, Fai..." Buffy stretched her neck, leaned up and nipped at Faith's mate-mark. Her own gasp quickly followed Faith's as she felt an echoed shadow-bite on her own mate-mark. "But not right now. 'Cause right now, if I remember correctly someone said something earlier about wantin' to fu..."

The hungry, hot-blooded, growling-hiss that spilled out of Faith and cut off the rest of what Buffy was saying surprised both Slayers. Her eyes turned an even deeper emerald; they narrowed to mere slits and glowed with an animalist thirst. Her voice rumbled out of her chest in a fiery rolling purr as she told Buffy, "Did I say wanted? My mistake, I should have said, I'm gonna fuck you like there is no tomorrow. And that B... is a promise."
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Continued in Chapter XXXIII – Heal Me (Part F)