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Chapter Eight
Title: This Can’t Be Right
Author: Luna
E-mail: ambersgrrl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Yes please!
Genre: Buffy/WWE
Rating: NC-17 (Don’t know if it will actually be necessary but I *always* try to err on the side of caution)
Archive: Luna’s Night Moves, Tainted Fiction, WWE_ATS_BTVS, Full Moon Romper Room, anyone else please just ask, I’ll probably say yes.
Pairings: Willow/Batista
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and UPN own all rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and do not authorize this author. Like wise Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary: A wild night in Vegas leads to some unforeseen consequences. Can they find their way or will they end up destroying one another in the process.
Spoilers: In my mind season seven never happened. The only thing that DID happen was that Willow went to England to gain control of her powers. As for the WWE I’m just going to be making up things as I go along because it amuses me!
Author’s Note: I’d like to take this time to remind everyone that the legal age of consent in the United States of America is indeed 18. However I needed a hook for this story and with some exceptions all the proceedings that you will hear about from here on out are fictitious. PLEASE IF THAT BOTHERS YOU STOP READING NOW!!!
Anything else: I’m using these characters as I see fit. I’d say that because of that it would qualify as AU, but I’m not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I’m not. Any comments are welcome as long as they’re constructive.
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Chapter Eight
The last of Willow’s new belongings were safely packed within the high priced luggage Dave had insisted on buying. She cast a final glance around the room to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything. Setting the bag on the floor she turned her eyes to her husband.
He was dressed much like he had been in their wedding photos. A dark well-tailored suit made him look like a GQ cover boy. His Italian leather loafers had such a high shine that she was sure she could see her reflection. A pair of lightly tinted sunglasses was perched atop his head.
“It’s about time to leave.” Dave reminded her gently.
“I know.” Willow said quietly. She knew that once she stepped outside that door things were going to change. She wouldn’t know whether the changes were good or bad until it was much too late. Gifting Batista with what she hoped was a bright smile she held her hand out to him.
He wasn’t fooled by her bravado but understood her need to think he was buying it. Clasping her outstretched fingers he drew her to his side. His arm circled her shoulders offering what little comfort he could. It couldn’t be easy to step into a situation that she was very unfamiliar with and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that it went as smoothly as possible.
The pair watched the bellboy gather their suitcases before walking out of the room. They were going to be cutting it close but they would make the airport in time, hopefully with not too much time before their flight was scheduled for take off. Dave wasn’t sure he could even manage to be civil to his teammates right now.
Willow glanced up at her husband, the scowl on his face tying her stomach in knots. Gnawing her lower lip she wondered if she wanted to know what had put that look there. Absently she rubbed his knuckles with her thumb hoping to somehow ease the expression he was wearing.
Dave looked down at the little redhead from behind the soft colored lenses. Their gazes met and locked. Slowly he lifted their joined hands turning hers over and placing a kiss on the palm. That simple gesture sent a bolt of desire straight to Willow’s core.
From this close the hacker could see his eyes dilate and watched his nostrils flare. His fingers ghosted over her skin as he dipped his head. She had just enough time to think, “He’s going to kiss me!” before his lips closed over hers. The first brush of lips was light as butterfly wings.
She let out a little sigh as her body melted against his much larger frame. His arms wrapped around her as his lips slanted over hers. Running his tongue along the seam of her lips he begged for entrance, which she gladly granted him. He took his time learning all the secrets her tempting mouth had to offer.
A soft bell chimed letting them know that they had reached the lobby. Dave pulled back to look at his wife. His eyes were drowning deep. “Mine.” He growled his fingers digging into her skin.
Unable to form words Willow merely nodded.
“Mine.” He growled again and there was something so very not human in that voice. It carried an unshakeable quality that danced over the young woman’s skin.
Green eyes searched brown. There was nothing in that gaze that pronounced him as anything other than human. Willow had however grown up on the Hellmouth; just because it looked, smelled, and felt human didn’t necessarily mean it was human. She tried to convince herself that she was being paranoid until she saw a flash of something in his eyes.
Something inside of her awakened and stretched knowingly. “Yours.” She heard herself say.
His body relaxed though the arm slung around her shoulders seemingly casual was in fact very possessive. She allowed it because for some reason it made her feel more comfortable. That surprised the young woman. She had always been very firm about being treated as an equal not someone that needed to be taken care of.
The ride to the airport was a quiet one, which the redhead was grateful for. It allowed her time to figure out what the hell was going on. Batista was also glad of the silence. It gave him a chance to reflect on what was happening to him. Things were occurring that would shake a normal man, but he wasn’t normal. He had known for quite some time that his life was leading him to this moment. Now that it was upon him he wondered if he was strong enough to handle it.
Shaking those thoughts aside he slid out of the opened limo door offering his hand to the witch. She took it nervously in her own. Her mind was still whirling with all the possibilities of what exactly her husband was and why she had responded to him. It reminded her of a Shakespeare line, “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”
As if in answer to that thought the three men that had previously accosted them strode forward. The trio looked smug as they moved through the crowd toward them.
It made Willow desperately wish she could wipe that expression from their faces. Dave squeezed her fingers gently as if to say, “Not now.” She half turned gripping his upper arm with her free hand. She was the very picture of wifely devotion. If the others hadn’t known that the pair was virtual strangers it might have worked too.
“You’re late.” Hunter barked when he approached them.
Nonchalantly Batista looked down at his watch then pinned the blonde man with a stare. “Only by two minutes. We’ve had to wait longer on you.” He returned.
Ric opened his mouth to say something when Dave cut him off. “Let’s get one thing straight here,” He began. “I’ll go along with this as long as you guarantee me that nothing happens to her.” His eyes slanted in Willow’s direction.
The Nature Boy gave him a considering look before replying his eyes never leaving the big man’s. “Just remember as long as you do as your told nothing will happen to her.”
The threesome closed around Dave and Willow effectively cutting off any escape attempt, had that been their intention. The pair was given their boarding passes as they strode down the concourse to their waiting plane. No one mentioned the fact that Willow never let go of her husband’s hand as they walked; nor did they point out that Batista glared at anyone stupid enough to try and approach his wife.
Author: Luna
E-mail: ambersgrrl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Yes please!
Genre: Buffy/WWE
Rating: NC-17 (Don’t know if it will actually be necessary but I *always* try to err on the side of caution)
Archive: Luna’s Night Moves, Tainted Fiction, WWE_ATS_BTVS, Full Moon Romper Room, anyone else please just ask, I’ll probably say yes.
Pairings: Willow/Batista
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and UPN own all rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and do not authorize this author. Like wise Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary: A wild night in Vegas leads to some unforeseen consequences. Can they find their way or will they end up destroying one another in the process.
Spoilers: In my mind season seven never happened. The only thing that DID happen was that Willow went to England to gain control of her powers. As for the WWE I’m just going to be making up things as I go along because it amuses me!
Author’s Note: I’d like to take this time to remind everyone that the legal age of consent in the United States of America is indeed 18. However I needed a hook for this story and with some exceptions all the proceedings that you will hear about from here on out are fictitious. PLEASE IF THAT BOTHERS YOU STOP READING NOW!!!
Anything else: I’m using these characters as I see fit. I’d say that because of that it would qualify as AU, but I’m not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I’m not. Any comments are welcome as long as they’re constructive.
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Chapter Eight
The last of Willow’s new belongings were safely packed within the high priced luggage Dave had insisted on buying. She cast a final glance around the room to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything. Setting the bag on the floor she turned her eyes to her husband.
He was dressed much like he had been in their wedding photos. A dark well-tailored suit made him look like a GQ cover boy. His Italian leather loafers had such a high shine that she was sure she could see her reflection. A pair of lightly tinted sunglasses was perched atop his head.
“It’s about time to leave.” Dave reminded her gently.
“I know.” Willow said quietly. She knew that once she stepped outside that door things were going to change. She wouldn’t know whether the changes were good or bad until it was much too late. Gifting Batista with what she hoped was a bright smile she held her hand out to him.
He wasn’t fooled by her bravado but understood her need to think he was buying it. Clasping her outstretched fingers he drew her to his side. His arm circled her shoulders offering what little comfort he could. It couldn’t be easy to step into a situation that she was very unfamiliar with and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that it went as smoothly as possible.
The pair watched the bellboy gather their suitcases before walking out of the room. They were going to be cutting it close but they would make the airport in time, hopefully with not too much time before their flight was scheduled for take off. Dave wasn’t sure he could even manage to be civil to his teammates right now.
Willow glanced up at her husband, the scowl on his face tying her stomach in knots. Gnawing her lower lip she wondered if she wanted to know what had put that look there. Absently she rubbed his knuckles with her thumb hoping to somehow ease the expression he was wearing.
Dave looked down at the little redhead from behind the soft colored lenses. Their gazes met and locked. Slowly he lifted their joined hands turning hers over and placing a kiss on the palm. That simple gesture sent a bolt of desire straight to Willow’s core.
From this close the hacker could see his eyes dilate and watched his nostrils flare. His fingers ghosted over her skin as he dipped his head. She had just enough time to think, “He’s going to kiss me!” before his lips closed over hers. The first brush of lips was light as butterfly wings.
She let out a little sigh as her body melted against his much larger frame. His arms wrapped around her as his lips slanted over hers. Running his tongue along the seam of her lips he begged for entrance, which she gladly granted him. He took his time learning all the secrets her tempting mouth had to offer.
A soft bell chimed letting them know that they had reached the lobby. Dave pulled back to look at his wife. His eyes were drowning deep. “Mine.” He growled his fingers digging into her skin.
Unable to form words Willow merely nodded.
“Mine.” He growled again and there was something so very not human in that voice. It carried an unshakeable quality that danced over the young woman’s skin.
Green eyes searched brown. There was nothing in that gaze that pronounced him as anything other than human. Willow had however grown up on the Hellmouth; just because it looked, smelled, and felt human didn’t necessarily mean it was human. She tried to convince herself that she was being paranoid until she saw a flash of something in his eyes.
Something inside of her awakened and stretched knowingly. “Yours.” She heard herself say.
His body relaxed though the arm slung around her shoulders seemingly casual was in fact very possessive. She allowed it because for some reason it made her feel more comfortable. That surprised the young woman. She had always been very firm about being treated as an equal not someone that needed to be taken care of.
The ride to the airport was a quiet one, which the redhead was grateful for. It allowed her time to figure out what the hell was going on. Batista was also glad of the silence. It gave him a chance to reflect on what was happening to him. Things were occurring that would shake a normal man, but he wasn’t normal. He had known for quite some time that his life was leading him to this moment. Now that it was upon him he wondered if he was strong enough to handle it.
Shaking those thoughts aside he slid out of the opened limo door offering his hand to the witch. She took it nervously in her own. Her mind was still whirling with all the possibilities of what exactly her husband was and why she had responded to him. It reminded her of a Shakespeare line, “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”
As if in answer to that thought the three men that had previously accosted them strode forward. The trio looked smug as they moved through the crowd toward them.
It made Willow desperately wish she could wipe that expression from their faces. Dave squeezed her fingers gently as if to say, “Not now.” She half turned gripping his upper arm with her free hand. She was the very picture of wifely devotion. If the others hadn’t known that the pair was virtual strangers it might have worked too.
“You’re late.” Hunter barked when he approached them.
Nonchalantly Batista looked down at his watch then pinned the blonde man with a stare. “Only by two minutes. We’ve had to wait longer on you.” He returned.
Ric opened his mouth to say something when Dave cut him off. “Let’s get one thing straight here,” He began. “I’ll go along with this as long as you guarantee me that nothing happens to her.” His eyes slanted in Willow’s direction.
The Nature Boy gave him a considering look before replying his eyes never leaving the big man’s. “Just remember as long as you do as your told nothing will happen to her.”
The threesome closed around Dave and Willow effectively cutting off any escape attempt, had that been their intention. The pair was given their boarding passes as they strode down the concourse to their waiting plane. No one mentioned the fact that Willow never let go of her husband’s hand as they walked; nor did they point out that Batista glared at anyone stupid enough to try and approach his wife.