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them. I am just having fun. Joss owns all the characters that lucky SOB.
Warning: Graphic sex between women (later on) So if you are not over the age of 17 and this type of story doesn’t do it for ya, well get out of here. Shoo.
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Pairings: Buffy/Faith Willow/Tara Dawn/Chloe Xander/Anya
Rating:
NC-17 at times
Piece of My Heart
By Elitetech2004
Chapter Six
Buffy and Faith had gone to patrol, Xander and Anya headed home and Tara and Willow remained at Giles' talking to Paige and Hank.
Dawn entered her bedroom with a sigh of relief, Chloe following at her heels. Chloe gently shut the door and bumped into Dawn who stood in the walkway, lost in thought. Dawn tried to step forward to give Chloe some room but the shorter brunette quickly wrapped one strong arm around her girlfriend. Laying her hand against Dawn's abdomen, the smaller woman pressed her body as close as she could. Dawn gasped as full breasts nestled against her shoulder blades. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as Chloe's hand began a circular motion that sent hot tingles through her body. The English woman hummed in the back of her throat as her Slayer senses picked up her girlfriend's arousal. Dawn turned around to face her girlfriend and found her eyes heavy lidded and dilated with arousal. Dawn licked her lips unconsciously and looked nervously towards the door.
Remembering that they had the house to themselves, Dawn leaned down and kissed Chloe. The shorter brunette groaned into the kiss and pressed closer. Her hand slipped under Dawn's top and was burned by the smooth skin of her back, her short nails lightly raking. Dawn whimpered and arched closer. The shorter woman leaned back and sliding her hands around, reached up, palming her girlfriend's breasts as she snaked her tongue into her mouth. The taller brunette gasped and arched her back, moaning. Suddenly, Dawn felt one of Chloe's hands drifting lower. She froze when she felt strong, dexterous fingers inching along the inseam of her jeans but she stopped the hand's retreat when Chloe would have removed it. Dawn broke away briefly, shaking her head at her lover, rubbing her center against the captive fingers in a deliberate move. She claimed her girlfriend's lips in a rough kiss, once allowed inside she proceeded sucking on Chloe's tongue ring. The English woman moaned and deepened the kiss, cupping Dawn's ass with her free hand and pulling her closer. When they finally broke for air, they were both completely and utterly aroused. The heat of the moment almost too much, Dawn shakily stepped away and touched her lips in awe.
"Going somewhere, Sexy?" Chloe stepped closer, her eyes raking over her soon to be lover. "I think we just crossed a line, Ms. Summers." Chloe grinned sexily at her, cinnamon colored eyes heavy lidded with arousal.
A line? Her conscience scoffed. More like
twelve!
"I... uh..." Dawn stammered, aroused but shy now that the impact of what was happening hit her.
Her love for Chloe anchored her and her confidence started to build up again. Concern warred with lust in the petite Slayer's eyes as she took in the flushed but nervous face of her girlfriend.
"Dawn, are you certain...?" She broke off at Dawn's now confident grin.
"With
you? Always." The taller brunette vowed, love written like poetry across her features.
Chloe pressed her forehead to her soon to be lover's throat and gently kissed her there.
"Lead on, Luv." She whispered, letting Dawn take it at her own pace.
Dawn nodded, trembling with anticipation and lust. She clasped Chloe's hand and they wobbly made their way towards the bed. They quickly undressed and once on the bed, eagerly began to touch each other. Dawn was quivering and shaking at her first touch of naked skin on naked skin. Chloe trailed her hand down and reaching a patch of baby soft skin ran her knuckles over the younger woman's abs. The sensation made Dawn cry out softly and rock her hips forward. Chloe gave a soft chuckle as she thought to herself.
Oh, Dawn, buckle up, Sweetheart. I'm gonna take you for a wild ride.
The Slayer in her roared its approval as Dawn writhed and whimpered softly as Chloe explored her untouched body. Her eyes flickered from gold to brown and back again. The growling voice in her head urged her to take her mate and Chloe leaned down and focused on her lover's breasts.
"OH, CHLOE...OH MY GOD!" Dawn yelped as she felt warm metal in contrast with a soft tongue flick across her aching nipple.
Mmm, tongue ring. Was all Dawn's mushy brain could come up with. Her body sank into the soft mattress as Chloe moved over her.
"Shh, Luv, we're just getting started. " Chloe crooned softly, knowing Dawn was a virgin.
Chloe swirled her tongue ring against Dawn's nipple once more before taking it into her mouth.
Dawn gasped and her body shook as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked through her. Chloe had small hands with elegant tapered fingers. After trailing them down Dawn's stomach to her wet curls, she brushed two against the underside of her lover's clit. She felt Dawn jump at the new feeling and then set a rhythm the younger woman could follow. The smaller brunette gently eased a finger inside her girlfriend and moaned at the wetness she encountered. She watched her lover's face as she added one more finger. Dawn gasped and moaned at the intense pull whenever Chloe moved her fingers. Chloe felt a short ripple and heard Dawn whimper as more wetness flooded her hand. The older woman winced slightly in sympathy as she pushed forward with more force, tearing through Dawn's maidenhead as gently as she could and giving the other woman time to adjust to feel pleasure and not pain. She waited, then she thrust into her lover again roughly and the taller brunette's hips slammed forward as Dawn sobbed Chloe's name. Chloe thrust hard again, her eyes watching her lover's reaction. Biting her lower lip, Dawn pushed back just as roughly, eager for the pleasurable sensation to continue.
"Oh, yeah, that's right Honey, ride my fingers. So sexy, Dawn." Chloe purred. The older woman leaned down and engulfed an erect nipple in her mouth, biting lightly. She moved down and teased her lover's navel before reaching her goal. Moving lower, Chloe licked her way to the dripping wetness of her lover's thighs. The Slayer moaned as the scent of Dawn's arousal made her mouth water. Gently she settled her girlfriend's thighs on her shoulders and dove in for her first taste.
"AHHH! CHLOE! UNGH, YES!" Dawn thrashed in exquisite pleasure, biting the palm of her hand as the sensations got too intense. Chloe whispered words of love and encouragement as she felt her lover's muscles start to tremble and squeeze around her fingers and tongue. Dawn's breath caught as her movements became more frantic. Her nails bit into Chloe's shoulders as her hips bucked upwards. The Slayer's eyes stayed gold this time and she ran her tongue ring against her lover's clit roughly as Dawn's body trembled with its thunderous climax.
"CHLOE! BABY! OH!" Dawn whimpered as she rode out her powerful orgasm.
Chloe watched as Dawn slowly came back to herself. The younger woman's face was flushed, her breathing shallow and her hair was tousled in a very sexy just-been-thoroughly-fucked look. It turned Chloe on to no end. "You are so damn beautiful." Chloe muttered, pulling Dawn to her and kissing her passionately.
"I love you." Dawn whispered as she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes filling with tears.
"I love you, too, Baby." Chloe nipped at her lips and held her close. She brushed the tears that escaped from Dawn's eyelids away and murmured softly into her lover's hair.
Back at Giles' house, Willow and Tara were still discussing the blonde's new powers with Hank and Paige.
"So orbing is based on focusing and channeling magic to a specific location. And White lighters are sworn to protect 'innocents' at any cost. Not much of a change in job description." Willow side barred the last part to Tara. The blonde witch/White lighter nodded and sighed, her brain in overdrive. Suddenly Paige and Hank whirled towards the window and Tara stiffened in her chair.
Willow's anxiety shot through the roof, being the only one not clued in to what was happening.
"What? Why are you all...?" She didn't get the chance to finish as Hank muttered an oath and orbbed out. Paige and Tara exchanged glances, causing Willow to hit panic mode.
"Dammit! What the hell is going on?" Her voice was high pitched in alarm.
"It's Wyatt. He's followed us here. Uncle Hank is going to get the others. Uh, Piper and Phoebe I mean." Paige feebly explained. "Someone should warn Mr. Giles."
Tara squeezed Willow's hand and then dashed upstairs. She hurriedly explained the situation to Giles who put together a protection spell to keep any evil from entering the house. He assured Tara that he would take all precautions and that the spell would do its job. The blonde rushed downstairs to be with her worried lover.
Paige glanced at Tara as she came into view and she told her, "Take her home. I want you two safe until you are secure with your powers, Wyatt will want to manipulate you anyway he can. Go! Now!" Paige orbbed out, her usually cheerful disposition stormy.
Tara grabbed Willow's hand and started for the front door but stopped. She looked at her lover and tried to smile a reassuring smile. She tried their telepathic connection.
Willow, do you trust me, Love?
Of course, I trust you, Tare, but why... ? The redhead looked confused and a bit scared.
I'm going to orb us to the house. I think Wyatt is somewhere outside here. I think we need Buffy and the others for this. I need your help with focusing on the living room. Remember we need to be strong.
Strong like an Amazon. That's me. Willow inhaled and tightened her hold on Tara's hand.
Yes, Love. Strong like an Amazon. Tara grinned and threw all her love into the connection, giving and gaining strength through the powerful link. The witches shimmered and orbbed out of sight.
Meanwhile, the two dusty and bruised older Slayers entered the Casa Summers.
"Nice of you to take the little one, B." Faith teased her lover.
"Hey! He broke my nail. It was personal." Buffy pinched her girlfriend on the ass and ran up the stairs. "I get first shower!"
"Summers, you suck." Faith pouted started to follow Buffy upstairs but heard the shower already running. She debated for a few minutes but finally decided to head towards the kitchen for a drink.
The brunette hummed softly to herself as she rummaged through the refrigerator and made a happy sound in her throat when she discovered a brand new unopened carton of milk. Taking it out, she closed the refrigerator door and opened the carton.
Faith took a few long gulps of the newly opened carton and heard a soft giggle from behind her. Already having sensed her girlfriend close by, she was about to tease Buffy about her not so stealthy entrance. She turned and in shocked surprise squeezed the carton in her fist, and she just barely missed dousing herself in the cold white liquid.
Buffy was wearing a thigh length raincoat and nothing else. The petite blonde was smiling a sexy smile and inching closer by the second.
"Buffy!" Faith's eyes bugged out and she dropped the carton as she took in her lover's attire. The petite blonde stood there with one hand on the kitchen counter and with the other, fiddled with the ties holding the coat closed as she raised her right ankle and rubbed it against her left calf.
"What are you... ?" Faith stammered, her body humming with Slayer lust.
"Come on! It's a party! Aren't you gonna open your present?" Buffy slowly untied the sash and eased the coat off her shoulders when all Faith could do was open and close her mouth.
"Buffy! What about Chloe and Dawnie? They're upstairs!"
"Oh, They're not invited." Buffy purred as she reached her destination and rubbed her breasts against the solid frame of her girlfriend.
"Oh, God." Faith shuddered and crushed Buffy to her in desperation, their lips melding in a fiery kiss, not noticing as the milk carton lay mangled on the tile floor. Soon the sounds of intense lovemaking filled the kitchen.
If anyone had been in the Summers' living room, they may have died of fright as Willow and Tara orbbed into the room in a shower of sparkly lights.
The two witches headed towards the stairs when they noticed the light on in the kitchen.
"Hey, Buffy, we...OH MY GOD!" Willow backed out of the doorway, embarrassed.
"S..sorry...we'll be out in the l...living room." Tara was beet red and had her hand clapped over her eyes.
A blushing Buffy and a smirking Faith soon joined the mortified witches in the living room. Willow had gone upstairs to get Dawn and Chloe and had again made an ill-timed entrance as Chloe's less than satisfied scowl attested.
"...and so he went to go get Paige's sisters and we think they need our help." Willow gestured uncertainly towards Tara to see if she missed anything. The blonde shook her head, then looked at the Slayers.
"Well first thing tomorrow, we'll gather at the Magic Shop and see what these Halliwell sisters say. I mean, Piper is Wyatt's mother, she should know him or what he's capable of." Dawn nodded at Faith's suggestion and the rest agreed.
Drained from the day's activities, the women went upstairs to sleep. Tomorrow would be coming all too soon.
The next day, Willow met with Giles and he said he'd swing by the Magic Shop as soon as he contacted someone from the Coven he knew in England. Xander and Anya were already at the shop getting filled in on the situation by Buffy and Faith. Chloe and Dawn were researching as best they could with what information they had.
Meanwhile, Willow went off to find Spike. He agreed to help but asked if they could stop by the butcher's before heading to the Magic Shop.
"I'd like 12 pork chops, 2 pounds of sausage, 8 quarts of pigs blood, 3 steaks, um, halibut, and, uh, some toothpaste—" The blond boy rambled nervously, re-checking his list.
"This is a butcher's shop,
Neo. We don't sell toothpaste." The butcher looked at his co-worker behind the counter and snickered.
"Um, OK—just the other stuff then." Andrew mumbled, his face hot with embarrassment.
Stepping away from the counter, he ambled around the shop. Meeting an older woman's gaze he nodded and whispered a polite hello to her before getting distracted by steak sauce of all things.
"Order for Andrew!" At the butcher's shout, the young man nearly threw the bottle of steak sauce into the air in surprise.
He quickly paid and got out of there. It was his misfortune to run smack dab into Willow and Spike. The pair stared in wide-eyed shock at the startled blond.
He dropped the bag he was carrying, spun and took off running down the alleyway. But not before Spike recognized the young man who he had seen several times in Warren's company.
"Oi! Come back here you little ponce!" Spike snarled after the initial shock wore off. Willow shook her head when he would have given chase and took off after the scared blond kid herself.
"Wait a minute!" She yelled after the remaining, wheezing Trio member. Her voice was hard but had a slight pleading quality to it.
Andrew slowed to a stop, more due to the fact he was nearly out of breath then because he wanted to. He reluctantly turned to face the redheaded witch.
"Don't kill me!" He begged her, his back flush against the brick wall of the alley.
"I'm not gonna kill you." Willow promised, her voice less harsh than before. She turned towards Spike, who had picked up the bag of goodies and decided to have a little fun despite how cruel it may be.
"He might though. Your buddy Warren shot Spike not too long ago. He's still a little ticked off about it." Spike grinned, his fangs showing just enough to remind Andrew of what he was. Andrew spun to stare at the daywalker in horror. "But how can you.. .you're a..."
"Call it a gift... a token of gratitude if you will... for being on the side of good in this fight we're in." Spike stepped ever closer. The blond kid swallowed hard and tried to embed himself into the brick in an effort to get away from the vampire. Unable to do so, he trembled in absolute terror and just barely kept himself from wetting his pants.
"Alright, Jr. calm down, no need to get your knickers in a twist. You're not dying today. You are however, coming with us." Grabbing Andrew's arm and holding him firm, Spike rolled his eyes at his own generosity towards the young man who was involved in causing the Scoobies so much pain in the past.
I'm starting to become such a bloody poof just like Soul-Boy.
Willow and the two blonds made their way to the Magic Shop and Spike snagging a couple of Andrew's blood packets and shoving them into his duster's hidden pockets. He caught Red's eye and she chuckled softly. Spike grinned and shrugged. Andrew felt a trickle of dread run down his spine at the witch's laugh. He was now wondering if death wouldn't have been so bad an option after all.
They entered through the front door and saw everyone scattered at tables throughout the shop, researching and discussing possible ways of getting rid of Wyatt. All eyes swung towards them when Spike cleared his throat.
"Look who we found." Willow shoved Andrew forward. Muffled exclamations and gasps were heard throughout the room.
Chloe was the only one not sure of who the scared blond boy was. She looked at Dawn for assistance. When her girlfriend finished whispering his identity, Chloe shot him a chilling glance. Then she turned and raised a skeptical eyebrow at Dawn. "Him? He was involved with almost killing Tara?"
At the question, Andrew's eyes shot wide open.
Killing Tara? He shook his head hard enough to nearly give himself a concussion. He felt Willow's eyes burn through him. He clamped his eyes closed, waiting for the killing blow. After a minute or two he got the nerve to ease one of them open enough to see if he was dead.
All he saw now was Xander heading right for him. Spike held him so he couldn't run from the irritated carpenter.
"What are you doing still in town?" Xander demanded, having heard the young man had escaped jail and was in Mexico.
"You'll get nothing out of me, carpenter." Andrew tried to state bravely. He flinched, however, when Xander smacked a piece of wood against his hand threateningly.
"We'll see about that." The Scooby muttered, he nodded to Anya to help him. They decided that Buffy's training room was the best room for any kind of interrogation and after getting her approval in the matter they set about their business. Xander pushed Andrew into a chair and tied his wrists to it. Anya went through Andrew's trench coat pockets, looking for anything useful.
"Careful with my coat. It's expensive." Andrew pled with her, in a whiny voice.
"Is it new?" She asked, not really caring one way or the other. She threw it on the ground and jumped up and down on it. Andrew's eyes went wide with outrage.
"Hey!" He was about to say more when Xander tightened his restraint painfully. "Ow!"
"Now, we can do this the hard way, if you want. But believe me if I tell you, this will go much easier if you just tell us what you know." Xander told him, looking right in his eyes, before adjusting the other arm restraint just as painfully.
Wincing slightly Andrew answered him, "Ow. You're barking up the wrong asparagus, man. I don't know anything."
Xander raised an eyebrow and said he didn't believe a word the kid was saying. He and Anya proceeded to engage Andrew in a mini Spanish Inquisition. They wanted to know all about how he and Jonathan got away. The questioning came to a halt when Anya lost her temper and slapped Andrew. Xander decided they needed to get back in control and asked to speak to her in private. As they excitedly spoke about their methods of handling Andrew, Buffy found them.
"How's your guy?" She asked, gesturing towards the training room. Faith joined her.
"Yeah, how is what's his name?"
Anya grinned and informed her proudly. "The weasel wants to sing. He just needs a tune."
After giving Anya a strange look, Buffy nodded and let them know that Tara was not sure about the whole "torture Andrew" route. Faith motioned to Buffy to let her know she was going back to the front room of the shop to let the others know they'd be back soon. Nodding at her girlfriend, she turned back to Xander and Anya.
"You know Tara, she's so forgiving of everyone and she's not any different in his case."
Buffy walked into her training room and found Andrew holding his jaw and muttering about crazy blondes with mean right hooks. The blonde Slayer untied him from the chair and dragged him along with her. Xander and Anya followed, their fun ruined.
Shaking her head at her sweet friend's easy forgiveness, Buffy tossed Andrew, whose wrists were taped in front of him, on the chair that Chloe had recently vacated.
Once, he got in a semi-comfortable state, Andrew awkwardly pointed at Anya and told the room.
"That chick's psycho!" He flinched when the ex-demon stepped toward him, an evil grin on her face.
"Hush cuz no one wants to hear your whining. Don't bleed on the notes. I just color-coded them.” Willow grumbled, getting a chiding look from Tara. Buffy sat down next to Faith.
Tara looked at the damaged face of the young man and winced. He was a human after all and didn't really seem capable of true evil. He seemed like a scared kid who was as lost as any of them. She turned sad blue eyes on Willow who caved...a little.
"Ok, someone at least untie his hands. There's nearly ten of us and one of him, if he tries anything we'll deal with him then." She felt Tara squeeze her hand gratefully. She smiled at her girlfriend and rubbed her back gently with her free hand.
Andrew yelped as Xander gleefully ripped the tape from his wrists, ripping out some hair in the process. "Ow! Watch it! That's my joystick hand." Andrew glared at Xander.
"I'm not gonna
touch that one." Xander scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Xander!" Tara admonished, disappointed in her friend's actions. He had the decency to look apologetic and gave Willow a slight shrug. Out of Tara's line of vision, the redhead smirked at her best friend.
Buffy sighed and crossed her arms, staring at their hostage in irritation.
"Ok, listen up, Andrew. I don't exactly know what to do with you, except that we don't have time to baby-sit a hostage. So, I'm here to tell you, if you try anything, try to run - Did you ever see the movie Misery?" She arched an eyebrow when making the reference, hoping he'd get the message.
"Six times. But the book was scarier than the movie 'cause instead of crushing his foot with a sledge hammer, Kathy Bates chops it off with..." Andrew choked off as Buffy gave him a harsh look. "I'll be good." He said meekly, swallowing hard. Turning her back on Andrew, Buffy addressed the Scooby gang.
"Ok, Giles mentioned a prophecy about an evil so old; it may even be considered the first of all evil. At least the first ever recorded by man.. .He thinks this is where Wyatt got his power from."
"The first evil. Warren said that..." Andrew clamped his mouth shut when nine pairs of eyes swung to look at him.
"Go on, Andrew. Warren said what? We need to know exactly what we're dealing with." Tara prodded, her eyes gentle.
"Well, he.. .he said he knew of this evil that was coming that would blow this town out of the water. He said we'd be safe because we were gonna join up with it and kill the Slayer and we'd be respected as an evil force finally."
"So he was saying that this evil was going to destroy Sunnydale?" Tara wondered aloud.
"No. Well, yeah, but above and beyond that. I'm telling you that my spider-sense is tingling. This is gonna get hairy. I'm talking weird with a beard."
"Interesting kid. Can we kill him?" Chloe muttered to Dawn, inciting a giggle from her girlfriend.
Buffy looked around the room. "So, we don't exactly know what we're up against, but we've beaten evil before. That's what we do. Glory was difficult, we made it through relatively intact. Well most of us anyways." She shared a wry smile with Tara and watched as Willow winced slightly at the memory.
Everyone yelped as suddenly three people orbbed into the room. The gang relaxed when they saw it was Hank and two women a few years older than Tara.
“We need to get that guy a bell.” Xander muttered about Mr. Summers. The carpenter had one hand over his heart and the other was currently being crushed by Anya.
Not quite recovered from the last shock, everyone jumped when the door to the shop slammed open and a woman stumbled in. A knife sticking out of her chest and her eyes glazing over in death, she whispered ,”From beneath you, IT devours.”
TBC…
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