Forever, Always, and Then SomeChapter 108
In Sunnydale The Bronze Faith works her way through the crowd. Her eyes roam through the crowd. Her skin tingles from the presence of her prey. She moves through the crowd with feline grace as she scours the patrons. As she nears the back, her skin seems to hum from the nearness of her enemy. She pushes open the door and heads down the back hall. Two teenage girls pass her. She watches as they retreat back toward the crowd. She moves on toward the now empty restrooms. Her hand slides under her jacket and clutches at the always present wooden stack. Her nerves scream at her even before she feels the touch on her shoulder. She grabs the cold fingers and bends them backwards as she spins and shoves the vampire against the wall. She thrusts his arm upward between his shoulder blades. Spike: Bloody hell woman. Faith: And what do you think you are doing? Spike: Let me go. Faith: You are suppose to be patrolling the cemetery. Not here playing games. Spike: What games? Faith: Shut up. She runs her free hand around his waist and grabs his buckle. Spike: Going to do me here? She shoves his arm hard and he can feel the bones near breaking. Faith: I said shut up She unhooks his belt and then tugs the buckle. The belt slides free of all the loops. She slips the end through the buckle, then slips the loop over his free hand. She jerks it tight and pulls it behind him. She lowers his arm and quickly use the tail of the belt to entrap his other wrist. Spike: You. Faith smacks him on the side of his head. She looks around and then forces him into the nearby storage room. Spike: Nice place. She grabs a rag and stuff it into his mouth. Faith: That should keep you quiet. She turns him around and kicks the back of his knee forcing him down on his knees. Faith: I do not know what you think you are doing here. She begins walking around him. Spike: Mmmmmm. Faith: No excuses. You were suppose to tour the cemeteries and then head down toward Hamilton….. The door opens and Gus steps in. Gus: Uh hello. Faith: Gus. Gus looks at the trussed up vampire. He reaches up on a shelf for supplies. Gus: Not sure what you two are up to but you need to do it somewhere else. Faith: No problem. But can ya let us out the back. Gus sighs: Sure come on. Faith jerks him to his feet. Gus leads them to the back door and disengages the alarm so they can exit. Faith propels him out the door and into the alley. She forces him down the alley and staying off the streets compels him toward his home. She shoves him and through the doorway and he falls to the ground inside. Faith: You have the grace of an elephant. She rolls him over with her foot. His hands are pinned beneath his body. He glares at her in anger. Faith: We need to get a few things straight. She straddles and sits in his stomach. Faith: When I tell you to patrol the cemeteries while I make a sweep of the Bronze. That is what I expect. Nothing more and nothing less. He wiggles below her trying to release his wrists. She places her hands on his shoulders and pins him down. His struggles cease. Faith: Now you want to tell me why you chose to not listen? Spike: Mmmmm. Faith: Oh, might help if I removed that huh? Spike: MMMMMMM Faith lifts a hand and plucks the rag free. Spike: Damn you. Faith dangles the rag. Faith: Talk or get gagged. Spike: Hell woman. I just came to get you to tell ya what I heard. Faith: Okay then tell. Spike: Gonna let me up? Faith: Nope. Start talking. Spike: My fingers are starting to cramp. Faith moves the rag toward his mouth. Spike: Fine. I’ll talk. (she smiles) It’s like this. I was cutting through the alley near the pet store and came upon some dudes having a major convo. Faith: Trying to decide between a cat or a bird? Spike: Would ya just listen a mo? They were talking about some ritual crap and you. Faith: Me? Spike: Well you and Buffy.
Later. Spike and Faith stand at the Summer’s door knocking. Oz opens the door. Faith: Oz? Not what I was expecting. Oz: You need something? Faith: We need to see B, asap. Oz: Sorry, she’s not here. Willow: Oz, who is it? Faith walks in toward Willow, with Spike following. Oz: Guess no need to say come in. (he closes the door) Faith: I need to see B. Something is going down. Willow: She isn’t here and unless the world is ending in the next 24 hrs, it will have to wait. Faith: Where she get to? Faith: Damn. Willow: Faith, what is it already? Faith: Spike heard something. And it ain’t good. Willow: What? The world is coming to an end? Spike: Might be Red. Willow: Ooh. I think we better sit down. The four sit in the living room. Faith: Tell them what you told me. Spike: I will, shesh. I was slipping thru the alley near the pet store and there were these weird guys meeting so I kinda ducked behind a crate to listen. Willow: Weird? As in demons? Spike: They didn’t smell human but they looked like they popped out of some mafia movie. All spruced up with dark suits and ties. All the suits had the same freaky pin on the lapel. Willow: Some sort of organization? Spike: My gander. Faith: Just get to the chase. Spike: Fine. Fine. The guys were plotting something.
Flash to the Alley: Demon1: So what do we know. What do know about the blonde? D2: You will not believe this one. We have been watching her. Looks like she is completely at of commission. She will be no threat. Physically or emotionally. D1: How can you be so sure? D2: Well for one, the girl is pregnant. D1: Pregnant? Are you sure? D2: Oh yeah. Even followed her to the doctor’s. D1: Surprising but how does that help? D2: Because there is no daddy around. D3: Are you sure? D2: Followed her for weeks. Not a man in sight. D1: This sounds too good to be true. But what we know on the brunette? D4: She ain’t much better. She is working and patrolling. She really doesn’t seem to have any friends. A real loner. D1: She sees no one? D4: Well there is that bleach blonde vamp she patrols with and the retard she works with. But even her contact with blonde and the watcher are minimal. D1: This is great. D3: I have to agree. So when does Praetor arrive. D1: Not for another 10 days. He and Erus will both come a few days before the ritual. D4: Erus is coming too? D1: Of course. This will be our day and we will all be here. Here to see our ambitio be fulfilled. D3: We must all be ready. If we fail, our entire order will fail. D1: And if we suceed, the Order of Orephotifano will rule in hell for eternity. D2: So what do we do till the moon is full. D1: Nothing. We know all we can. We just wait. And stay out of sight. The demons walk off.
Back to the house. Willow: This does not sound good. Who were these guys? Spike: Hell should I know. That is why I told you. You are the research people. Faith: So you calling B? Willow: No I’m not. From what I just heard, they are not acting until the full moon. Oz: That’s in two weeks. Willow: Exactly. And Buffy and Angel will be back before then and they need this time together. Willow gets up and walks to the phone. Faith: Who are you calling then? Willow: Our research leader.
At the resort. Buffy, wrapped in a towel, exits the bathroom. Buffy: I am all wrinkled. Angel walks out in his own towel. Angel: That is what happens after an hour and a half in the tub. Buffy: It has not been (she glances at the bedside clock), oh, no wonder the water got so cold. I guess time flies when having fun. Angel: Fun? That falls short. You want something to eat or drink. He opens there bag of edibles. Buffy: Uh huh. Angel: So what do you want? Buffy: Thinking. Uh, since when do you drink root beer? Angel: I don’t. Buffy: Am I looking at a brown glass root beer bottle in your hand or not? Angel: You are. Buffy: And you were just drinking from it. Angel takes a drink. Angel: I am. But it is not root beer. Just the bottle. Buffy: Okay. And since when did they start packaging blood in root beer bottles? Angel: Since Gunn got on a root beer kick and Cordy got sick of all the empties piling up. So she did her own recycling. It works nicely when we have clients in the office. Buffy: I can see that. So wanna toss me a banana and get your butt back in bed. Angel: Bed? Why Mrs. Summers, whatever for? Buffy: Get in bed and I will show you. Angel: Yes ma’am. As he walks past her on his way to bed, he hands her the banana and she grabs his towel. Buffy: You won’t need this. Angel: And yours? Buffy: I won’t need mine either. She follows him. He lies down and she sits beside him an opens the banana. As she takes a bite he gasps. Buffy: Oh god you are turned on by a banana. Angel: No just the visual was so familiar. Buffy: Oh. Well let me eat my snack then we can explore your familiar visuals.
In Sunnydale Willow: Yes Giles, that is all we know. We will see what we can find out here. Time to hit the books. Giles: Well I will contact the council and see if they know any thing about the Order of Orephotifano. Willow: But you agree that there is no need to call Buffy and Angel? Giles: I do. Looks like we have plenty of time before anything bad is suppose to happen. Willow: Okay. I will let you know if we learn more. Spike and Faith are heading back out to see if they can find out anything else. Giles: I will call back later. It is eight here, so I guess it is midnight there. So go to sleep and I will call if I learn anything. Willow: Bye Giles. Hang up. Oz: So what he say? Willow: Just what I expected. Research, research and more research. Oz: Where are the books? Willow: The magic shop. But we need to go to bed now. Connor gets up early. Oz: Well then we start tomorrow. They lock up and head to bed.
At the resort. Buffy lays with her head on Angel’s chest. Buffy: I does not get better than this. Angel: I know. None of my dreams or fantasies live up to the real thing. Buffy: Mine either. She rolls and looks at the clock. Angel: What? Buffy: Nothing. Just looking at the clock. Angel: We have plenty of time. Eighteen more hours. Buffy: Never enough time. Angel gently kisses her and smiles. Buffy: What are you thinking about? His eyes dart toward the nightstand and her eyes follow. She smiles and kisses him before reaching her hands toward the headboard. He grins as he reaches over and quickly hand cuffs his wife to the bed. He sits up and looks at her figure. He leans over the edge of the bed. Buffy: What are you getting? He picks up the silk stockings and proceeds to tie her ankles to the bed posts. Angel: Not taking chance with the slayer legs. He wanders off to the bathroom. Buffy: What are you doing? ………………….uh Angel? He walks out with the terry cloth belt from a hotel robe. Buffy: And what is that for? Angel places it over her eyes and ties it in place. Buffy: How come I feel I am with an expert here. Angel: Because you are. Done a bit of bondage in my day. But then I was into torture. Buffy: No torture here. Right? Angel: Only the good kind. Buffy smiles. He stands there looking over her ensnared body. Buffy relaxes and tries to use her instincts to discern his movements. He leans over and trails his fingertips over her abdomen and down her hip and leg to her foot. He strokes her arch and then kneels down and suckles at each toe in turns. Buffy moans. He smiles as he runs his tongue down the side of her foot. She jerks involuntarily. He kisses the top of her foot and then nibbles at her ankle. Runs his tongue around her ankle. He proceeds to kiss, lick, and nibble his way up her leg. No singular patch of skin left wanting for his attention. Her nerves jangle at the sensations. He whole body screams from the overly stimulated nerve endings. She whimpers at each new contact with his mouth. He works up to her hip lathing long licks over the soft skin. He nibbles at her hip bone before suddenly stopping and feels his weight leave the bed. Buffy struggles to listen for him. She gasps as his mouth latches onto the toes on the other side. He replicates his attentions to this foot and leg and again reaches her hip. Her nerves scream with desires. She has begun mumbling his name amongst numerous whimpers. She strains to discern his current location. She feels the bed move under her and then she smells him close. She smiles and darts her tongue over his silken head causing him to jerk back. Angel: How did you know? Buffy: I know the smell of your penis any where. Angel: Oh do ya now. Buffy: I know all your smells. Just like I smell you now. So either kiss me or get out of my face. Angel laughs before gently kissing her. His lips trail from hers and travel over the various planes of her face. He continues to her ear and down her neck, again kissing, licking and nibbling all her skin. Her arms and legs pull at her restraints. Angel: Remember, no breaking anything. She moans in frustration. He continues his attention to her flesh. He lathes his tongue over her shoulder blade and moves toward her heaving chest. His lips, teeth, and tongue beating a fiery path along her tissue. She wiggles under the onslaught. He runs his tongue over and around her smooth breasts, avoid the sensitive middles. When she groans in frustration he to taps the tip of his tongue to a hard peak. Buffy: God please. Angel chuckles: Think God has time for that type of prayer. Buffy: UUUHHHmm. Please, I can’t take it. Angel: To quote you. “Yes you can.” Buffy: Bite me. Angel: Huh? Buffy: No. Oh shit, I need to remove that phrase from my vocabulary. Angel: I like it. He leans in and catches her hard nipple in his teeth. Buffy: Oh god. Angel draws the hard peak into his mouth along with the surrounding flesh. He sucks hard at her sensitive skin until she practically screams in ecstasy. He released the on breast only to attack the other. Buffy thrashes below him, pulling at her restraints. Angel stops. Buffy: Aaaangel Angel: Yes? Buffy: I I I I love you. Angel: (smiles) I love you too precious. He continues his exploration with his mouth over her swollen abdomen and into her soaked hairs. Angel: Someone is very wet. I wonder why. Buffy: B be because I am HORNY AS HELL!!!! Angel: Oh, well maybe I can help you there. He slip between her legs and slides his hands under her bottom. He lifts her slightly. Angel: What you want baby? Buffy: Huh? Angel: What do you want me to do? Tell me. Buffy: What do I want? Angel: Yes just tell me. Buffy: Is this a trick? Angel: No trick. I will do what ever you say. Buffy: Uh. Shit. How do I say this to a vampire without getting the wrong reaction. Angel: No vampire, just your husband. Buffy: Well I want my husband to eat me, NOW. Angel lowers his face an quickly obliges.
The next morning. In Sunnydale Willow: Okay. I will meet you at the magic box after class and we will begin research. Oz: I’ll be there. Actually we will be there. Willow: So do you have any questions? Oz: No Buffy left me pretty detailed notes on Conner’s schedule and needs. Plus Dawn is here. Willow: If she ever gets out of bed. Oz: If she is not up by the time we get back from the walk., I will wake her. Willow: Walk? You are taking him for his walk? Oz: Of course. She does every morning and I want things to be normal as possible. Willow: Good idea. Oz walks out with her and she helps him get Conner. Oz: I know I don’t have to remind you that my van handles differently than Buffy’s. Willow: I will take good care of the Ozmobile. Don’t worry. |
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