FIC: Hallowed Nights

[tiredsoul]

Can I just say



Leather good. Chocolate good. Where you left us bad ... and mean



Great update. Looking forward to more.



--celia

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"That was just rude. Now I forget what I was saying."

[funkyasian]

there was mention of leather...THERE WAS MENTION OF LEATHER!!



sorry, was a little excited...that's mean where you left us...c'mon...more soon??!! please??



steph

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ~ Oscar Wilde

[snuggle79]

Bad bad place to keep us hanging...

Great Update!

Tara:"Maybe we dreamed it."

Willow:"Right. Right. Wrong! (points at her head ) Different Brains." Tara:"Oh yeah."


"You could at least say sorry, rude-o!"

[Tulipp]

Well, I think that Willow and Tara just really needed something like that just then....something to take them away from RL and the anger and the magick and all the confusion. I like Tara realizing that Willow needs a diversion and some love and finding a way to give it to her her.

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"I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail." -- Adrienne Rich.

[peggy of sunnydale]

okay i like this its wonderful i like that theyre so comfortable with theyre sexuality but only in private (well almost ) ,but im thinking that there is something coming that wqont be god but heres hoping that nothing will



thank you

[barnabasvamp]

Alyson;



OMG



This kind of cliffhanger could drive a girl to distraction!



You must have them finish removing the leather Soon. Leather= Good, Leather Off =



BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

[allyson12]

Taras Shadow - Yup, more leather coming up



MissQuirky - Okay, more leather. But honestly, how long can you expect our girls to keep this up? They gotta rest sometime.



WiccansIllusion - Reminding you to read this one before I post the next update.



mollyig - Our girls have got to take a break soon. Don't worry, there's a mystery in this story that they've got to figure out, but it all ends well



tiredsoul - I know, sorry. That was really mean of me . I promise you'll like what's coming up though.



funkyasian - Leather, leather, and more leather coming up next.



snuggle79 - Sorry, Aren't I a big tease.



Tulipp - Some diversion, huh? I don't think I'd be thinking about RL either if I were in Willow's shoes, err, boots.



barnabasvamp - Leather off? Okay, hope you can sit still for the rest



And now as promised...Chapter 17



Chapter Seventeen



Willow gulped. She couldn't believe her eyes. This was a side of Tara that she never knew existed and it was exciting. Not the naked thing, cos been there and done that lots, but this new side of her love… Willow lay there fascinated, and unable to move. She watched Tara unbutton and then unzip her pants. She licked dry lips when Tara exposed a tiny portion of her lower abdomen. When the corset came off, Willow's eyes glued themselves on Tara's breasts and her breathing increased. The ache between her legs was gone now, but a need so hot had replaced it and it was driving her crazy. She followed Tara's hands as they wove through golden tresses, over her breasts and down to the blond curls peeking out between the open folds.



Tara slowly bent over, running her hands down along the smooth leather on her thighs all the way down to her boots. The long golden hair fell forward and her breasts hung - seeming to do that just to tantalize Willow. Then Tara stood back up, brushing it back over her shoulders. Willow gulped again.



Tara moved back to the bed and took Willow's leash in her hand. She knew she had complete domination over Willow because her lover had given it to her and it made her body tingle all over with arousal. This new discovery of hers, seemed to surprise not only Willow but herself as well. She ran her tongue over her lips and tasted the last remnants of the chocolate syrup and she smiled at the memories they were about to make as well as the ones that they already had. She tugged on the leash and pulled Willow up. She looked down into smoldering green eyes before leaning down to Willow's ear.



"Take off my boots." She whispered, her voice caressing every syllable, just as she was going to caress Willow's flesh.



Willow looked at the full, round orbs of flesh in front of her and lifted her hands to caress them. She whimpered when Tara gently pulled her arms away and pushed them back to her sides. She slid off the bed to her knees, the leather chaps creaking, and grasped one of Tara's boots. She felt Tara place her hands on her bare shoulders for support as she pulled first one foot free and then the other. Tara placed her hands on the open folds of her pants and pushed them down past her hips.



"Pull them down." She said to Willow her voice smoky with desire.



Willow pulled the soft leather pants down Tara's legs and almost fell into them when her eyes moved back up to rest on blonde curls. She could smell Tara's desire and she wanted her. Nothing else mattered, only Tara. Willow looked up beseechingly and Tara chuckled.



"No. Not yet, sweetie." Tara replied to the unspoken question in Willow's eyes. She pulled on the leash and Willow stood.



Tara sniffed and then smiled cheekily. "You smell like chocolate," she said and Willow grinned back. Tara turned and led them into the bathroom. Tara bent over slightly to turn on the water and willow's eyes grazed over Tara's backside lustfully.



Unable to contain herself, Willow moved forward and embraced Tara from behind, caressing the blonde's breasts with nimble fingers. Tara moved her nakedness against the leather chaps, feeling the hot skin behind her thighs cool. She felt Willow's firm breasts rub up against her back and then she stopped herself. That wasn't all that she wanted right now. With an effort, she pulled away and stepped into the shower, still holding Willow's leash in her hands.



"Well?" She said to Willow with a raised brow.



"What?" Willow breathed, watching the water bead up and sluice down her lover's body.



"Are you going to join me or are you just going to just stand there, all sticky with chocolate?" Tara prompted and a corner of her mouth lifted up into a sexy smile.



"Oh, I think join." Willow said hastily and began undressing, first pulling her feet out from her boots and then stepping out of her chaps and pants, Tara pulled on the leash, impatient for Willow to join her. Willow stepped into the shower and Tara quickly wrapped the leash around her hand tightly, pulling Willow roughly to her. Their bodies collided, lips crushing together, and the water streamed down over them, washing away any sticky residue from the syrup.



"Tara, I can't wait." Willow gasped. Her hand slid from Tara's hips, where she had been stroking, to the apex of the blonde's legs. Willow's fingers glided past soft curls and into the deep moist folds below. She shuddered with delight when Tara moaned throatily into her ear. Pulling back, Tara gazed at Willow with undisguised lust but still she pushed Willow's arm away, ignoring the red-head's whimpers of protest and backed her against the cold tiled wall.



Willow shivered when her hot skin came in contact with the cold tiles. She moaned again when Tara pushed her hips against her and their lips met. She opened her mouth when she felt Tara's probing tongue and dug her nails into the blonde's backside. Tara slid a hand between them and eased her way between Willow's legs. Willow whimpered into her mouth when Tara's fingers brushed against her erect clit and engorged flesh. Her fingers continued down through the folds and then upwards, sliding inside easily. Willow groaned and sank into Tara's hand, and then rose to meet the next thrust. Without warning, Tara stopped and pulled her hand away.



"No!" Willow panted and opened her eyes. "Tara, please…" She whimpered between breaths unable to believe Tara could resist… that she could hold out to play this game. She was so strong.



"Bed. Now." Tara said and led Willow by the leash from the shower, both dripping wet, and into the bedroom.



To be continued...

"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan

[snuggle79]

aargh, you're the biggest tease ever!!!!

That was SO not the moment to stop...

Great update!

Tara:"Maybe we dreamed it."

Willow:"Right. Right. Wrong! (points at her head ) Different Brains." Tara:"Oh yeah."


"You could at least say sorry, rude-o!"

[BeatNikJackie7777]

All i can say is, :::whimpers::: update please?

[mollyig]

Again with the teasing!



Most enjoyable though!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[Katharyn]

This is not entirely Allyson's fault - the teasing I mean - someone... who shall remain nameless was not able to do all the beta that they should have done.



*cough*



So here I am running off... to do something. You know...



And in the context of the fic... that sounds really bad. Or good.



*S*



Still more of that good to *come*



EDITED TO ADD: 18,19,20 will be with you today.



Katharyn

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If I want a little pussy, I got my own to play with.
Chance in Chance.


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Edited by: Katharyn at: 10/7/02 9:56:42 pm

[Taras Shadow]

So I am guessing that we cut Allyson a bit of slack

It sure got my pulse rate going though...and I can't wait until update.





~Holly~



Show me where to touch you Tara-It Ain't Fickle

[barnabasvamp]

Oh ally;

You were right, I am trying desperately to keep still in my seat!

Awsome with Tara being the tease!



Speaking of "Tease".....Katharyn........We need to talk. Not only are we sitting here waiting *BV says as she fans herself furiously*, but you got yourself too!

Back to your duties, please.

BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

[Katharyn]

Hey I delivered 18,19,20 this morning... those are down to Allyson now*S* She is due to post at least one chapter on Wednesday. Oh and the fun... just keeps coming.



Not so much leather fun... but only cos they took it off*S*



Well last I knew anyway.



Katharyn

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If I want a little pussy, I got my own to play with.
Chance in Chance.


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[barnabasvamp]

Katharyn;

The fun just keeps "coming"???

Again you do this to me

Like I say, Leather= GOOD Leather OFF= even better!!



I can wait, I can do this, I can wait........

BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

[MissQuirky]

WOW... Alyson u can't leave a kitten hangin there like THAT!! I definitely NEED more!! I'm Lovin this demanding, controlling, Tara and w/ this leash!!



And BV Leather= GOOD Leather OFF= even better!! I definitely agree w/ ya there!

Quote:

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Hey I delivered 18,19,20 this morning... those are down to Allyson now*S* She is due to post at least one chapter on Wednesday. Oh and the fun... just keeps coming.

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Ooooo goodie!! Really Lookin 4ward to more fun!!



~Ashley~

Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know... insane.
Tara: I said quirky.

[allyson12]

Hello Kittens! I've brought you the next three chapters. There's not as much leather, because it's been taken off, but there's still plenty of action. Um, bad guy action in the story I mean.



snuggle79 - I love being called a tease.



BeatNikJackie7777 - Here's the update.



mollyig - I know, I know. Glad you're liking it though.



Katharyn - Thanks for beta reading these sections. What would I do without you?



Taras Shadow - Appreciate the patience. It takes me a while to re-read and be sure everything looks good before posting. Hope you enjoy the update.



barnabasvamp - You may have trouble sitting still through the next few chapters. But, there's a mystery to be solved, and evil to stop. In the end it all works out happily. Will the leather goodness come back? We'll have to wait and see. Now there I go again with the teasing.



MissQuirky - Sorry, I'm a big tease, can't help it. Here's the update.



Terrycomb, HelenG, VampiressWmn, GaiaWitch, - Thanks for the email. Here's the update and I'm working on a no angst story for you all. There's leather, there's..., no, I'm not giving it away!



Now, on to Chapter 18...



Chapter Eighteen



Neither Willow nor Tara heard their names being called from the bottom of the stairs. Not hearing anything, Buffy climbed the stairs and approached the closed door of their room. Thinking they might be asleep, knocked softly. “Willow, Tara?” She called out. There was no answer, but she was sure she heard a stifled moan. She was also sure it was not the sleepy protesting kind.



“Oh.” She whispered, withdrawing her hand quickly before another knock and turning around. She bumped into Dawn on the way back downstairs.



“So, are they coming?” Dawn asked and missed the smirk on Buffy’s face.



“If you mean for dinner… ah, no.” Buffy replied and steered Dawn down the stairs. Dawn looked over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door and her eyebrows rose.



The moon shone through the filmy curtains, bathing Willow and Tara in its soft pale light. Tara moaned, pressed her knees down into the bed, struggling to keep herself upright. Her hands raked into the red hair underneath and looked down at Willow. Willow caressed the soft thighs that straddled her face and her tongue glided and stroked, making Tara rock her hips. Suddenly Tara took Willow’s hands from her thighs, pushed them back over Willow’s head into the mattress and leaned down, grasping them tightly to hold herself in place as an orgasm rippled through her.



Willow felt it coming in Tara, the tightening of the muscles, the rising nipples in her hands, and the growing flush on her skin. Tara’s hands fisted in her hair before taking her own and pulling them over her head. Willow slowed her tongue, sucking gently, making Tara push down harder. She shuddered when a low throaty moan, almost a growl, escaped from Tara’s lips. She looked up and watched as Tara’s head tipped back, eyes closing and mouth parting. The sight was so beautiful and Willow paused, taking it all in.



When the feeling subsided, Tara relaxed and released her hold on Willow’s hands. She shifted, slowly moving her legs down and wrapping them around Willow’s. Supporting herself on an elbow she looked into Willow’s face before leaning down for a kiss, tasting herself on Willow’s lips. She moved her tongue to Willow’s chin, still moist with her essence and the red head moaned. Tara took the end of the leash in her hand and watched as she traced a path across Willow’s breasts and taut nipples. She moved the leather loop over Willow’s stomach and down to fiery red curls, smiling to herself when Willow’s breath shuddered from within her body. Tara trailed it down between Willow’s legs, leaned down and kissed her again, sucking gently on her tongue. Willow moaned into her mouth when the cool leather strap came into contact with her hot flesh. Pulling away and breaking the kiss, Tara brought the looped end of the leash, now glistening with moisture, to her mouth. Willow’s eyes followed and went wide in wonder when Tara licked it with the tip of her tongue.



Dropping the leash, Tara’s hand went to caress Willow’s breasts and teased a nipple before gliding down over soft curls and into warm and wet folds.



Willow gasped when Tara’s fingers circled and stroked, and then finally slipped inside her. Willow’s back arched and she raked her fingers into Tara’s long tresses, pulling Tara down for a deep kiss, silently begging for more. Tara’s fingers pulled out, then plunged back there and Willow writhed beneath her, hands raking down from her hair to her back and further, digging into tender flesh. Their tongues circled and stroked one another, diving deep, trying to satiate the hunger and the need.



Tara tasted more of herself on Willow’s lips and traced Willow’s mouth with her tongue, before darting back inside. She pulled away and trailed wet kisses along the red head’s neck.



“Willow, come for me.” Tara whispered thickly into her ear.



“God, Tara, do you have any idea what this is doing to me?” Willow panted.



“I have a pretty good idea.” Tara replied and traced Willow’s earlobe with a warm wet tongue.





Chapter Nineteen



The demon Omius strode down the sidewalk, his long dark coat flapping behind him. A low snarl escaped from his lips whenever humans passed by him, going about their business. He stopped and turned however, when a young mother and her infant walked past him. He watched the young woman enter a clothing store, and then followed.



His nostrils flared at the smell of the woman and her child. He followed their scent to the apparel section where the mother was sorting through sale items thrown in bins along the wall. She sat the baby on the floor and the toddler gurgled. Omius walked aimlessly around the racks, keeping his gaze on his prey. He licked his lips and flexed his fingers, restraining himself from doing anything rash. He watched patiently and finally the woman picked up her child and moved into a more deserted area of the store. The demon looked around and found himself alone with his chosen victims. Moving swiftly he padded softly through the aisles and stopped behind the unsuspecting woman.



He raised his arm, uncurling his fingers with long talons, but froze when a voice spoke from behind.



“May I help you?” Startled, Omius spun around, and almost snarled, but instead curled his fingers back into the palm of his hand. He stared down into a cherubic face of a sales clerk. Large brown eyes, like those of a doe, stared up at him and a rosy flush spread across the young man’s cheeks. The demon tilted his head, amused. A few seconds of awkward silence fell between them before Omius spoke.



“I’m not sure. I think I may have wandered into the wrong section of the store.” Omius said finally and smiled. “Actually I was looking for coats, long coats. Perhaps you could direct me?”



The sales clerk returned the smile. “Certainly, this way, sir.” The clerk turned and Omius threw a glance over his shoulder before following the young man into the coat section of the store. They stopped at one of the coat racks and the sales clerk pulled out a long dark blue leather coat.



“This would look good with the jeans and white turtleneck you’re wearing.” The young man slipped the coat from the hanger and held it out for Omius to slip into.



The demon slipped out of his black one, draping it over the rack and shrugged on the one held out for him to try on. Omius turned and gazed at himself in the mirror. He pulled his head forward, freeing the ends of the dark red ponytail from inside the coat. Dark blue eyes stared back at him and he twitched his nose because the whiskers of his mustache itched. He turned to the sales clerk with a false smile and linked arms with him.



“What about those?” Omius pointed to the winter coats along the wall and the young man smiled possibly assuming that he was going to make two sales.



Not today though.



Omius steered him towards the wall and away from the eyes of customers and employees. There was no one around, just himself and the young man. He unfurled his talons and looked around one last time to be certain that they were alone. The demon reached out and wrapped his long fingers around the clerk’s neck, choking him, and the talons cut into his skin, bringing up welts of bright red blood. The clerk’s eyes widened in terror when Omius morphed into his true form. The fingers squeezed the clerk’s windpipe, stifling the young man’s cry. The demon inhaled the coppery scent of fresh blood, and smiled coldly. He leaned forward and bit into the torn flesh on the clerks neck. Before draining the young man completely of his blood, Omius pulled away and touched the clerks lips with his own, cold and bloody. He parted the young mans lips with his tongue and a piece of his dark soul floated eagerly into the clerks mouth.





Chapter Twenty



Just as Willow’s back arched, and before Willow could cry out, Tara planted her mouth over Willow’s and swallowed the sounds of her love’s passionate climax. When she felt Willow’s body finally relax, she removed her lips from Willow’s mouth and looked down into deep green eyes. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them with the tip of her tongue before inserting them and sucking them clean. Willow’s eyes went wide and she bit down on her lip, suppressing a groan. Tara threaded the fingers of her other hand through the soft red hair, and lay her head on Willow’s shoulder.



Willow took a deep breath and then exhaled. She was still winded and gulped in another lung-full of air. She flexed her legs, relieving cramped muscles before opening them and allowing Tara to drape her own leg over her thigh. Sighing contentedly, she looked over at Tara and their eyes were drawn to each other.



“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Willow murmured.



Tara smiled, abet a bit shyly. “And I’m yours… always.”



Tara loved the way Willow always responded to the familiar line. She watched the green eyes soften, glistening slightly and then a smile would appear and inch across Willow's face. Tara lifted her hand and brushed her knuckles over the red head’s cheek.



Willow sighed, wrapped her arms around Tara, hugging her close before tilting her head down and placing a soft kiss on Tara’s lips. Their lips met softly, tongues touching and probing again. Willow shifted her body and rolled them over so that Tara was beneath her. Her legs fell between Tara’s and she curled her arms underneath the blonde’s shoulders. Instinctively, her hips moved against the blonde’s and the previously satiated desire was almost immediately stirred awake again. She pushed harder, faster and Tara wrapped her legs around Willow’s. Willow turned her head and spied the leather cattail poking from the pocket of Tara’s coat on the floor. Slowly an idea formed and a grin inched across her face.



“What?” Tara asked, responding to Willow’s smile with a slow one of her own. She looped her fingers through Willow’s leather collar and pulled her down for a quick kiss. She knew that something was in her lover’s mind. Something… playful and delicious.



“Oh, just had an idea.” Willow pulled away, slipped off the bed and Tara sat up on her elbows, watching her.



Willow padded over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She rifled past the undergarments and pulled out one of her silk scarves instead. She closed the drawer and approached the bed. Tara raised a skeptical brow.



“Will…” She began, her skin already tingling with anticipation.



“Shh…” Willow shushed her by putting a finger on her lips.



Willow crawled up onto the bed, folded the scarf over Tara’s eyes and tied it firmly behind Tara’s head.



“Oh, you are naughty.” Tara whispered.



Gently, with her hands on Tara’s shoulders, she pushed the blonde back down on the bed. With Tara only able to feel rather than see her movements now, she slid off and walked over to where her lover’s coat lay. Bending over, she pulled the small whip from the pocket and looked over at Tara’s prone body on the bed, awash in the light of the moon shining down through the window. They’d left the curtains open. The sight sent chills down her spine her and she wanted to see Tara’s face once more in the throes of passion. With only that in mind, and none of the bad things that had worried her before, she moved back to the bed, climbed on and straddled Tara’s legs. She trailed the strands of soft leather across Tara’s breasts, bringing the nipples erect once more and Tara gasped.



“I believe you said this was for you.” Willow whispered throatily.



“That’s not exactly what I…” She moaned and arched her back slightly when Willow followed a path down her stomach and across her thigh.



“…meant.” She finally finished before Willow trailed the cattail back up the other leg, the long leather fringes whispering past soft curls.



To be continued...

"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan

Edited by: allyson12 at: 10/9/02 4:27:13 am

[mollyig]

Wowsers, for a second there I thought Buffy was going to interrupt our girls, but thankfully she had a bit of sense. You're definitely spoiling us with the leather - and the lack of leather!



This Omius, though, seemed very stealthy, to me that's very suspicious, what's he up to me wonders.

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[funkyasian]

okay...i think i may have forgotten to breathe sometime during that update...



steph

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ~ Oscar Wilde

[snuggle79]

Geez....i almost fell off my chair...

Very ... nice ..

Tara:"Maybe we dreamed it."

Willow:"Right. Right. Wrong! (points at her head ) Different Brains." Tara:"Oh yeah."


"You could at least say sorry, rude-o!"

[allyson12]

mollig - Hi there! The leather's still off We're starting to get more into the grit of the story now. You'll be seeing more of Omius.



funkyasian - Nice to hear from you again. Easy now. Breathe. Breathe. I'm working on another fic called 'Leather and Spice, and Everything Naughty'. This one will be purely erotic fluff and smut, no S & M or hard stuff, just purely erotic. Breathing may be an issue.



snuggle79 - Hi! Really glad to hear that the story is quite the jaw dropper.



Katharyn - Thank you for doing the beta reading , You've been great!



Just a note: I meant to include this before. This story does contain scenes of sex between two women. There will be no S & M or any hard stuff. It's all pure eroticism. Also, this is rated NC-17.





Chapter Twenty-One



Omius released his grip on the young clerk’s neck and the body crumpled to the floor. The demon opened one side of the coat that he had been trying and waved his hand over the magnetic shoplifting device. The small white detector strip snapped open and fell to the floor with a dull thud. Omius cleaned the blood from his talons before curling them and morphing back into human form. He turned his head, chuckling dryly when the sales clerk woke. The young man pushed himself to his feet and brushed lint off his shirt before morphing into a likeness of the demon that turned him.



“Will that be all, Master?” The clerk asked.



“I’m not your ‘Master’, but you will meet him soon.” Omius replied and the young man nodded with an evil glint to his eyes, morphing back into human form.



Omius turned away and walked back to where he had last seen the woman and her child. The young mother and her baby were nowhere in sight but their scent still lingered. The demon followed it across the store and out onto the sidewalk. Here it mingled with other human scents and he sorted them out. Honing in on the scent once again, the demon moved swiftly down the street and watched as she buckled her child into a safety seat before climbing into her car. He ducked into an alley when the car started and drove away. The demon’s feet flew across the pavement and then he leapt and was airborne, morphing back into his demon form. A pair of wings expanded between his torso and arms allowing him the privilege of flight. His golden eyes scanned the street below and then narrowed in on his prey.



The shiny blue car pulled into a parking space in front of a grocery store. The car door opened, but before the woman could alight, Omius swooped down and blocked her path. The woman lifted her head when his shadow fell over her. Her eyes connected with his yellow ones and when she spotted his long, protruding canines she screamed, but it was quickly snuffed out when he clapped a hand over her mouth.



“Hey! Big ugly guy!” A voice called to him from behind.



He swiveled, pulling the woman with him. Buffy stood on the sidewalk, her arms crossed over her chest. She’d been on her way home from patrolling when she’d heard the woman’s brief cry for help.



“Well, the slayer.” He hissed and Buffy raised an amused brow.



“Buffy, he’s butt ugly.” Dawn commented, and he swung his head in her direction, snarling in offense to her comment. His red and back skin glowed eerily in the bluish light of the moon, highlighting the row of horns on his head



Buffy took advantage of his brief distraction by attacking and the demon was forced to let the woman go to defend himself against the darting attack. He snarled and struck out, his fist connecting with Buffy’s chin. Stunned, Buffy went down and had trouble getting back up, the impact… his strength was much greater than she was used to.



“Buffy!” Dawn cried out.



With amazing speed, the demon was behind Dawn and he gathered her up in his arms, crushing her. Dawn fought him, kicking back with her heels and twisting in his arms, the momentum forcing him to turn his back on Buffy. Dawn’s cries spurred the slayer into action and she flipped herself back up to her feet. Leaning down, she reached into the bag that she dropped by her side earlier and pulled out a sword. After a few practice swings, she approached the demon from behind and thrust it into its back. Omius released his hold on Dawn and grunted in pain, arching his back. Buffy pulled the weapon free and stabbed again, aiming for the heart, but the blade bounced off his ribs. Reaching back, the demon pulled the sword from Buffy’s hand and tossed it aside.



Smiling coldly, and in a blink of an eye, he moved. Buffy could barely follow his speeding form. Before she could react, he unfurled his one free hand, baring a set of talons and swiped at Buffy’s arm, drawing blood. She looked up at him in surprise. Very rarely does anyone get close enough to her to draw blood. He lifted his hand to his lips and licked the talons clean and she shook her head in disgust. He raised his arms and the ground swallowed him up. Buffy ran to the spot where he disappeared and looked around for clues as to his new whereabouts. Finding none, she sighed dejectedly.



“He was toying with you.” Dawn observed.



“Why do I get the feeling that I am the short yellow one in Tom and Jerry? In the cage…”



“That was Tweetie-pie,” Dawn reminded her.



“Well the one that isn’t the cat anyway,” Buffy replied.



Dawn thought about that for a moment. “Did you ever see the cat win though?”



Buffy smiled.







Chapter Twenty-Two



Tara was trembling, but not from cold, for her skin was on fire. She was breathing rapidly, her full breasts shook as her chest rose and fell. Her head turned from side to side and she whispered Willow’s name.



“Willow…” She finally gasped.



“Hmm?” Willow answered and swung the cattail lightly over Tara’s thigh, the soft leather caressing Tara’s quivering skin as it whispered over the small hairs on her leg.



“I…” She moaned when Willow moved it to the other thigh. “…want you.” She panted.



“You do?” Willow teased.



“Oh, yes.” Tara breathed.



Willow trailed the cattail over blonde curls and then slid the fingers of her free hand underneath. Tara lifted herself and pushed against Willow’s fingers. Slipping inside, Willow stroked the hot velvety walls and continued trailing the cattail over Tara’s body. Tara moaned, rotating her hips against Willow’s hand and digging her hands into the bedspread.



With a loud, frustrated, moan Tara pulled off the blindfold, grabbed Willow by the collar and pulled her down on her side. She inserted a leg between Willow’s and pushed them apart. She panted as Willow’s fingers moved faster inside her and she quickly slid her hand between Willow’s legs. She let her fingers circle over the swollen flesh and then gasped when Willow pulled out of her to do the same.



Willow panted and pushed her hips against Tara’s hand, pulling her inside. Willow squeezed her muscles and smiled lustfully when Tara moaned softly, feeling the walls tighten around her fingers. It was Willow’s turn to gasp when Tara began stroking and dug her fingers into the long hair. Willow leaned in and they kissed passionately, swallowing each other’s moans of passion. Tara groaned loudly into Willow’s mouth when the orgasm crashed over her and her fingers eventually stilled. Willow stopped massaging and slipped her fingers back inside the hot cavern. She moved her fingers, stroking long and hard, drawing out Tara’s orgasm. Tara shuddered and dug her nails into Willow’s back. When the feeling waned, Tara resumed the motions with her thumb against Willow’s hot flesh, pressing more firmly, urging her to climax. She didn’t have long to wait. Willow collapsed on top of her and groaned into her ear as her body spasmed with the pleasure of the orgasm. Tara stilled her fingers, withdrawing for a brief moment and then plunging back inside. Willow gasped and thrust into Tara as well. They moved against one another, savoring the lingering sensation of this new mellow orgasm.



Willow rested her head on Tara’s shoulder, now slick with perspiration and watched Tara’s breast quiver slightly at each beat of her heart. Willow tasted the soft skin with her tongue and Tara moaned softly. A trickle of sweat ran down from her neck to her breasts. Their chests rose and fell, both breathing in much needed air.



“That was…” Tara began, her body still humming in the afterglow.



“…amazing.” Willow completed, taking in a deep shuddering breath and rolling on to her back. “Would you be terribly upset if I told you that I’m all tuckered out?”



Tara rolled onto her side and propped her head up, leaning on her elbow. “No.” She said with a smile and unbuckled the collar around Willow’s neck, sliding if off and onto the floor. The cuffs around her wrists came next and Tara dropped them on the floor as well. Only Tara could free her.



Willow pulled up the rumpled sheet and covered them both. She shifted to her side and caressed a long strand of Tara’s hair. Their eyes met and unspoken words flowed between them. Unspoken because they just didn’t need them. Tara reached out and cupped Willow’s face in the palm of her hand. Willow slid an arm under Tara and gathered her in, rolling slowly onto her back. Tara rested her forearm across Willow’s chest and settled her head into the crook of the smaller shoulder. Willow looked over and placed a gentle kiss on Tara’s forehead and the blonde smiled, snuggling even closer against Willow’s side.



Exhausted, they fell asleep, but for Willow it was not a peaceful one. Her eyelids twitched and her hands clutched at the sheet as she dreamed.



The blade in her hand winked evilly in the flickering light and the long, thin, fingers of the Sorceress trailed their way up her arm to clasp her hand. The blade plunged and blood flowed. It ran over the young man’s smooth chest and onto the marble slab that served as an altar. The thick red liquid moved across the stone and over the side, dripping onto the floor. A wind picked up and swirled around them. It sparked and crackled with energy before slowly dying down. Dry, stiff lips nuzzled along her neck and hand snaked around her from behind, pulling her against a soft velvet cloak. Slowly she turned and gazed into a pair of glowing yellow eyes and screamed.



“Willow!” Tara shook Willow gently. “Willow!” Tara shook her again, more urgently this time. Willow awoke and sat up, breathing hard. When her breathing calmed, she began sobbing and dropped her head into her hands. Tara wrapped her arms around Willow and pulled her in close, stroking the red hair soothingly. Willow quieted and pushed herself away from Tara.



“Oh, god!” Willow whispered in a bitter voice. She looked down at her hands and turned them over, expecting to see blood on them, but they were clean. “There should be blood on them, I’ve killed someone.”



Tara lifted Willow’s chin with her fingertips. Willow’s eyes were red-rimmed and tears stained her cheeks.



“Why isn’t there blood on them?” Willow rambled, distraught. “I’m like the wicked witch of the west.”



Tara pulled Willow to her, wrapping comforting arms around the small shoulders. “No, you’re not!” Tara said firmly.



“Baby, please make it stop!” Willow choked.



“Shh. It’s all right. I’m here.” Tara whispered and rocked her.



Willow laid her head against Tara’s breast wishing desperately that things could be different than they were. She wished that she had never learned the magicks. She wished that someone would take her powers away from her. It was too much and the responsibility of it all weighed heavily on her conscious. But then she realized that even if she were stripped of her powers, she would still have the guilt. She was beginning to understand what it must be like for Buffy, to be the slayer and have the weight of the world on your shoulders.



Willow wiped her eyes and pulled Tara back with her onto the pillows. She looked up at Tara with haunted eyes and then squeezed them shut before opening them again. She looked out the window at a sky that was beginning to turn rosy with the glow of dawn and sighed. She shifted her head so that it rested over Tara’s breast. The softness was comforting and the breasts warmth caressed her cheek.



“Willow?” Tara whispered, stroking a strand of Willow’s hair.



“Hmm?” Willow answered.



“Talk to me.” There was concern in her voice.



Willow shook her head dismally. “I was wishing that things were different. That I never learned the magicks.”



“Then we would’ve never met.” Tara stated. Willow blinked and pushed herself into a sitting position and looked at Tara with apologetic eyes.



“Gosh. You’re right.” She admitted, forgetting that magic was what had brought them together.



“See, good things can result from magic.” Tara smiled reassuringly.



“I’d forgotten.” Willow said and her eyes had a faraway look to them. “Magic is not sorcery or manipulation, but a positive, miraculous change of consciousness.” Willow paused. “That’s what Ms. Hartness said true magic is.”



Tara raised her brows, impressed.



“Want to hear her definition of the Slayer?” Willow continued.



“Okay, I’ll admit I’m curious.” Tara rested her hand lightly on Willow’s arm.



“The Slayer not only conquers evil but takes hold of opportunities and creates profound changes throughout the world.” Willow said all in one breath and Tara blinked once, then twice. “I kinda sounded like Giles there, didn’t I?” Willow smiled slightly.



Tara laughed and cradled Willow’s face in her hands. “I love you, Willow.”



“You’re amazing.” Willow shook her head slightly. “You have more confidence in me than I do.”



“You need to let go of your fear, Will.” She cocked her head and tucked a copper strand of hair behind Willow’s ear and the red head nodded, agreeing. She finally understood what that fear was. It was her dark side. The cloud of apprehension and doubt that had plagued her for months, lifted and she suddenly felt better. She had just learned something about herself and realized that she was needed. This was the purpose of her existence and part of the reason why she returned, to discover the truth of her destiny.



Her thoughts were interrupted by a rumbling in her stomach. “Oh, looks like breakfast is in order, huh?” She said.



To be continued...

"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan

Edited by: allyson12 at: 10/11/02 4:46:56 am

[barnabasvamp]

*finally after what seemed like an eternity, BV took a long breath*

and I would but I can't seem to get up from my chair



Ally;

You totally outdid yourself this time, *erotica* is all I can say!

I think that inserting other elements in between the "fun" was just brilliant! Get us "going" calm us down and then "going" again



Me thinks this demon is gonna mean trouble



Keep the great stuff "coming" OOPS

BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

Edited by: barnabasvamp  at: 10/11/02 7:09:27 am

[mollyig]

So Omius, who seemed more than a match for Buffy, has a master? He seemed really intent on the mother and child. Curious and curiouser.

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[MissQuirky]

Two Lovely updates! I really am so lost in my own head of W/T lovin! I can't think straight. But i know it was verrrrry goooood and me liked a lot!



This demon Omius is making trouble and i know it!



Lookin forward to more, Soon i hope?

~Ashley~

Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know... insane.
Tara: I said quirky.

[allyson12]

barnabasvamp - Good to hear from you again! The stuff is still coming.



mollyig - Hello! Omius has a plan and like a spider, he's building his web.



MissQuirky - Hi! Ah, the plot thickens.



Many thanks to Katharyn for doing the beta reading and offering many insightful suggestions.





Chapter Twenty-Three



Tall candles flickered and dripped hot wax on the cold dirt floor. As the wax hit the floor it sizzled. The Dark One stood at the altar, his long black cape flowing down beyond the top of his black boots. A taloned finger reached out and turned a page in an old manuscript. The long black fingernail traced over the words as he chanted. His voice was unusually deep and smooth and the words flowed from his mouth with practiced ease. His voice deepened, rising to become more insistent, placing emphasis on certain syllables and then he drew the talon across the palm of his other hand, drawing blood. The thin line of red welled up and as he tipped his hand the drops of blood spattered into a wide rimmed bowl that was already partially full with the red liquid. With his finger he stirred it and then licked it clean, slowly savoring the taste.



Omius entered the chamber, strode quickly up to the altar and immediately knelt on one knee and lowered his head. The Dark One lifted his head and slowly turned to face his minion.



“The slayer is much stronger than I expected. I underestimated her,” Omius said finally.



“You must be careful, Omius. You must not let her know how dangerous you are to her until it is far too late for her to escape.” The Dark One warned. “It will soon be time to bring together your brothers and sisters of the Blood.” He walked up to Omius and set his hand on the minion’s shoulder. “Playtime is over after tonight. Bring the slayer and the witch to me.”



“Yes, Master.”



The Dark One turned back to the altar; it was almost time for him to reclaim his family of Blood.





Chapter Twenty-Four



After breakfast, Xander gave Dawn, and Buffy, now a high school counselor, a ride to the new school. After dropping them off, he drove Tara to the University campus and then headed back to the construction site where he was a supervisor. Willow spent the day doing her own schoolwork and attending her classes on-line. At the end of the day, Xander picked them up and agreed to meet them before going to the Bronze for the Halloween Ball that night.



Whilst Buffy was sitting at the table in the living room writing out checks, sorting though a small stack of bills and waiting for Xander to arrive , Dawn, Willow and Tara were already upstairs getting ready for the Ball. At the sound of heels clicking on the floor she turned and nearly dropped the pile of papers in her hand.



Dawn appeared at the foot of the stairs dressed as Cat Woman, complete with tight leather leggings, bodice, high heeled boots, gloves and a small matching mask that obscured the upper portion of her face complete with whiskers and pointy ears. Her long blonde streaked hair curled at the ends and splayed softly over her shoulders. Willow and Tara came down and stood beside her dressed in their own leather costumes. Buffy glanced at the leash in Tara’s hand that led to the collar around Willow’s neck before shifting her attention to Dawn’s seductive costume.



“You put her in that?” Buffy pointed at Dawn and her expression shifted between surprise and shock. She knew Dawn was growing up, but this costume made her look very adult. Much too adult. Buffy looked first at Willow, who shrugged and then at Tara, who bit her bottom lip. “Okay, this leather thing… it’s a thing, right? Buffy asked.



“Buffy, she was begging for black and heels.” Tara explained after a quick glance at Willow who cast her eyes heavenward. “This outfit is perfect, but I guess...”



“Buffy, please!” Dawn pleaded.



“She looks like… like… Cat Woman!” Buffy finally spat out.



“Well, duh.” Dawn jibed and Buffy gave her a look.



Everyone turned to the door when they heard a car door slam out side. Xander entered the house and quipped, “Ladies, why walk when you can ride?” He stopped short when he saw Dawn. “Whoa! Dawn. Looking really Swell.” Xander eyed her from head to toe, his hands in front of his chest, indicating a set of breasts before glancing over at Buffy and quickly dropping his arms. “I meant swell like… great… not swell as in ‘swell’” he stammered, trying to backpedal his way out. “What? No costume?” He quickly switched subjects.



“I’ve got a costume.” Buffy huffed, turned and went up the steps to her room.



Willow walked up to Xander and examined his face. “Not bad. Spike help you with that?”



He scoffed. “No. I did it all by myself, thank you.” He stared at the leash in Tara’s hand.



Tara walked over and joined Willow. “Hmm.” She said. “He looks the part.”



“Even the point there on his forehead” Willow added, jabbing her index finger at the location. Xander pulled his head back from the offending digit and swatted her hand away. He smoothed down the black high collared shirt, and tugged on the matching velvet tie around his neck to center it.



“And the sallowness. Good job with the makeup.” Tara walked behind him, pulling Willow with her.



“Okay! Enough already. Spike helped. There… happy?” Xander said irritably and pulled the ends of the long heavy velvet cloak together across his body. He couldn’t help staring at Willow and Tara, his eyes flicking over the leash in Tara’s hand and up to Willow’s collar.



He turned when he heard Buffy coming down the stairs and noticed immediately the broad axe slung over her shoulder. “You’re not taking that because Dawn is… uh, Cat Woman? I think Dawn can handle whatever might be on the prowl.” He quipped in an attempt at a joke, but Buffy merely gave him a dry stare. “I mean, if you need to carry a weapon, why not go as Bat Woman and carry a bat pole?” He laughed but no one else saw the humor in it.



Dawn turned to Buffy. “Admit it, Buffy. I look good. And you just can’t stand it.” Dawn set her hands on her hips.



“What’s that supposed to mean?” Buffy walked down the last few remaining steps.



“That I’ve got this fabulous costume and you’ve got… that.” Dawn bobbed her head, taking in Buffy’s attire from head to toe.



“This is my slayer costume.” Buffy improvised. She had on dark green leather pants and matching boots. A frilly white blouse peeked out from inside a long dark brown leather coat and the silver cross around her neck sparkled.



“Buffy, those are everyday clothes.” Dawn chided.



“No they’re not. Leather is not casual wear. Ask them.” She pointed to Willow and Tara. Willow blushed a healthy shade of pink and Tara smiled at her before blushing herself and looking down at the leash in her hand. “Actually, I have this feeling, you know. Hence the axe. This year I am determined to be ready.” She hefted it and grimaced.



Before anyone could reply, she continued, “So, we ready?”



Xander opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off.



“Spence is a really nice guy, he’s my date, I don’t want you talking to him, stay away, and no, he’s not a vampire.” Dawn managed to tell Buffy all in one long breath.



“Isn’t that what you thought last Halloween of your ‘date’.” Buffy replied, using her fingers to make quotes.



Xander opened his mouth again.



“I don’t intend to follow the Summers tradition of dating dead guys.” Dawn cracked back and Xander shut his mouth.



“Ah, excuse me, hello, but wasn’t that you doing the smoochie with him that night?” Buffy quipped.



“O… kay.” Tara cut in and moved herself between the two sisters, effectively cutting off the squabble and tugging Willow after her.

"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan

[mollyig]

Okay I'm guessing this Dark One is up to no good, what with the talons, and talk of family of Blood and all!



Buffy's reaction to Dawn's costume is typical of an elder sibling (I should know!)

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[barnabasvamp]

Ally, wonderful

I like the way you described the "Dark One", sounds so evil.



Xanders costume and Spike helping, too much



Tara still pulling Willow around by the collar

You tease you

BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

[Katharyn]

I think that is fair to say that the Dark One is up to no good...*S*



But hey... I'm just here for the lovely smut - even if sometimes waxing lyrical can take on a different meaning from the one that was intended.



This is lovely Allyson. I might have said it here before, and I definitely said it to you, but I just love the way that the story is going hand in hand with the W/T goodness. One coming right after the other.



So to speak.



Katharyn

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If I want a little pussy, I got my own to play with.
Chance in Chance.


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[barnabasvamp]

Oh Kathryn;

Well said

BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

[snuggle79]

Woo & Hoo!

"I got so lost"
"I found you, i will always find you"