Title: Eeewww! Don’t Touch Me Again!
Author: Gillian Silverlight
Distribution: My site, those that already have permission to post my fic, all others please ask. (If you post my fic. Please do not rearrange the sentence groupings. It can alter the flow of the story. Thanks.)
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss and the WB, UPN, FX; just about everybody except me. I just play with them. (Except for the ones I created. They do belong to me...kinda)
Summary: A demon does a spell on the A.I. gang and associates, with disastrous results… or not.
Rating: NC-17 ***WARNING, WARNING! Some may find some of the sexual acts contained within distasteful! (no puns intended) However, consider what uninhibited LOVING couples often do in real life and remember that these are non-loving couples caught up in a vengeful spell, not all of them are human and even the ones that are may have shown a darker bend on the actual show recently. If such things might offend you, I’d turn back now!***
Pairings: A/L, C/C, W/F
Lyrics: ‘I’d Start A Revolution (If I Could Get Up In The Morning) by Aimee Allen; ‘This Just Doesn’t Seem To Be My Day’, ‘Take A Giant Step Outside Your Mind’ By The Monkees; ‘BangAGong’ By T-Rex;
Author’s Note: Ok… You have to follow me here. I always listen to music when I write. It seems to help the creative juices for me, or at least block out everything else that I don’t want to hear that would disturb the above mentioned creative juices.
That said, I now have to blame this fiction, at least in part, on all the gang over at Joss’s Stake House. There’s only so many times you can read angsty wails about Cordelia being with Connor or Lilah and Wesley, etc, before the brain simply rebels… Or at least my brain. So in a fit of pique, I said ‘ they should just pair up as… and gave a rather odd list of pairings. In fact, the same list you’re about to read here, because once said, or at least emailed, the idea nagged at my brain.
So in the sick twisted depths of my head, this story burned merrily away, until I relented and wrote the thing. What does all the talk of music have to do with this?
Well, the list of lyrics I used should explain a lot! (And if you could see the entire list I listened to, it would really be a hoot!) While looking for music to plop into Rioport, (I love that program!) I kept seeing the titles of the songs and each one sparked another truly warped idea in this bizarre tale, or at least engendered a snicker at the title in connection with a plain ol’ PWP. So look at the lyrics or if your mind is as warped as mine, gather up the various songs and listen to them while you read this warped and twisted story. You’ll see why my sister calls ME, her Twisted Sister!
Eeewww! Don’t
Touch Me Again!
‘I'd start a revolution
if I could get up in the morning’
It had been an off and on battle all week long that left the A.I. gang totally exhausted, Gunn in the hospital with a broken leg and Lilah Morgan of Wolfram and Hart, working on the side of the good guys, for once.
At least for now.
The tired, bedraggled, ichor splattered group dragged themselves into the lobby of the Hyperion, anxious to simply locate a spot on the floor in which to collapse.
Doing exactly that, they lay in individual lumps of stupor and gore, of fairly equal parts.
“How did I ever let you talk me into this?”
Lilah moaned as she lay on her side, the slimy ax resting next to her head where she’d dropped it as her hands gave up any pretense of being able to grasp anything.
“Cause they were gonna eat you guys too.”
Angel muttered back from several feet away.
“Oh yeah….. Well, I still hate all of you and if I could move more than just my mouth, I’d walk out of here right now… Or maybe kill you all where you lay.”
“Right… Go for it… I’m running away now…
Cordelia could barely get the words out and the actions that should follow were too strenuous to even consider.
“What’s that noise?”
Fred tried to be concerned, but she didn’t have the energy to do more than ask.
“Wesley snoring,” Lilah replied hollowly.
“Yeah. Guess you’d know.”
Connor was still snarky, even as tired as the rest of them.
“Shut up, kid”
“He’s already asleep, Lilah, and don’t tell my kid to ‘shut up’.”
Angel had no idea if she replied or not, because sleep claimed him almost as quickly as the other lumps of humanity sprawled on the hard, cold floor tiles.
********************************
‘This just doesn't seem to be my day.
My whole world is
upside down,’
The demon
levered itself up on its one remaining arm, dragging itself from under the
thick carpet of the dead.
The dank cellar was a spectacular scene of carnage. Greenish-yellow blood oozed or dripped from every visible surface. Hundreds of smashed nodules lay scattered through the room. The braziers that had kept the room warm, lay on the floor, flames still licking from one.
The demon had once been a deep red, scaled creature that had stood almost seven feet tall. It had two normal, deep purple eyes and small open slits for nostrils in the center of its face.
Now, in addition to the severed arm, the barely breathing creature had lost an eye to the same fierce blow that shattered the underlying bone of its face, creating a flattened look, as if it had been chasing parked cars and actually caught one.
Tipping the dented metal brazier upright again, it managed to keep some of the fire inside, at least enough for what it planned.
Running a wickedly sharp talon across its forehead, it opened a gash, exposing the thin membrane that covered a third eye. This one was seldom used by its species, but feeling the life seep from its body, the demon resorted to the extreme measure required.
The third eye opened, the same yellow-green color of the blood dripping from the self-inflicted wound; blood matching that which was smeared across the room, and oozing from dozens of injuries on its body.
Grabbing a small bit of flesh from the littered floor, and a section of one of the broken nodules, the demon cast them into the flame, raising its one remaining clawed hand to the ceiling…
“Let those responsible pay for our loss! Others of our kind will now mate in such frenzy that many more will still die to replace these, our murdered children. So may the murders also feel the boiling of their blood with the same desire to reproduce! With the loss of their inhibitions, the first of their kind that they gaze upon shall be the one with whom they mate! Until the light of Gangamesh fades, let them be held in thrall!”
With a final gasp of breath, the demon collapsed on top of the mutilated bodies of those like it; other demons that had given their lives trying to protect the eggs of their next generation… the broken spheres that filled the room!
************************************
‘Well you're dirty and sweet, clad in black
Don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth of a hydra upon you’
Still exhausted, the warriors took advantage of the lingering truce when they awoke from their uncomfortable spots on the floor of the lobby. Staggering up the stairs to a vacant room or their own room, they washed the sticky, clinging mess off, throwing the disgusting clothes into the trash before donning a clean set they had left for just this purpose.
After the very first battle, the one where Gunn had gotten his leg broken as a monster stomped it where the dark-skinned man had fallen to the floor; his teammates discovered how much effort was actually involved in dispatching the scaly, smelly demons; each one had to be diced almost into cubes to kill them.
Unfortunately, this resulted in the killer being thoroughly coated in the slimy blood of the killee.
So with forethought, they had all brought additional clothes to the Hyperion, knowing they’d have to burn whatever they’d were wearing once they took out the demon nest.
After cleaning up, they each collapsed on the closest bed to succumb to a sleep more akin to unconsciousness.
*************
‘Mercy, look what just walked through that door,
well hello, t-r-o-u-b-l-e
what in the world you doin’ a-l-o-n-e?
say hey good l-o-o-k-i-n-g,
I smell t-r-o-u-b-l-e’
Lilah had been trying to get off the bed for the last five minutes, with no luck.
She’d woken in the exact same position she’d fallen, after showering, almost 10 hours earlier, so stiff and sore that she couldn’t even sit up.
Finally she managed to work her way to the edge of the bed, rolling off to land on the floor on her knees.
* At least this way, I can try and pull myself up on something. God, I hope they have something to drink in that kitchen other than blood. But right now, I’m so thirsty and hungry, even that might be good! *
Grabbing the edge of the nightstand, the lawyer managed to leverage herself into something resembling an upright position. She lurched across the room, trying to move as few muscles as possible and still walk.
She knew where to find the kitchen from previous reconnaissance forays into the hotel, and headed that direction, desperate for something to drink and maybe a bite to eat before she got the hell out’ta Dodge and away from these self-righteous goody-two shoes.
Lilah knew that if she’d had to put up with that skinny, boy-shaped, brainy bitch any longer or had to endure any more simpering looks between Angel and Cordelia, she’d be ready to kill all of them too.
Of course, she’d enjoyed the constant glares from the boy every time his father had gotten anywhere close to the Seer. That little bit of twisted fate had amused the hell out of Lilah, making this joint venture almost bearable.
Pushing the door to the kitchen open, Lilah stopped abruptly, surprised to see Angel there ahead of her.
He was standing in front of the refrigerator, the door hanging open while he drank out of a white deli-type container. The instant she walked in, he’d heard her and looked her direction, giving her a good view of the blood smeared across his lips, the almost delicate deformity of his vampire face that he wore while he ‘ate’.
“Well, well. What have we here, Angel? Having a little ‘midnight’ snack?”
A sudden wave of dizziness swept over her, causing the brunette lawyer to stumble slightly. She shook her head, trying to clear away the disorientation with no luck, then took another step toward the tall, well-built brunette vampire.
**********
‘When a good time comes around
you must whippit
you will never live it down
‘till you whippit
no one gets away’
Angel heard the door open, while he drank down the blood. It had eased the hunger in his gut, the dryness of his throat, but did nothing for the hunger that simmered in his veins for some reason.
Turing his head to see who’d entered, he was surprised to see Lilah there. He was sure the lawyer would have left long ago.
The simmering in his body merged into a brightly burning point just below his belt, as he dropped the container, unheeded, on the floor.
Ignoring the spill of blood, the vampire stepped past it toward the woman approaching him, almost in slow motion.
When she was close enough to touch, he reached out, curling his fingers into the fabric of her shirt, pulling her roughly to him as his other hand wrapped in her hair, forcing her head back.
“No, not Angel. Wrong guess, but I’ll give you points for trying.”
He dipped his face toward her throat, the edge of ragged fangs barely grazing the skin before he lapped at her neck like a cat with a saucer of milk.
She moaned and writhed closer to him, digging her own hand into his hair, holding him in position. The feel of his tongue was rough against her neck, a sharp quick pain where he’d cut her skin.
Lilah realized that she had Angelus at her throat instead of Angel. She knew that he could kill her in seconds and probably wanted to, but instead was sending shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with fear.
She had no idea how this had happened, or why he’d not killed her, but she had a good idea of exactly what she did want him to sink into her right now…
All thoughts of being tired or sore had completely vanished.
***************
“What have you done to me? ‘Cause as much as I’d enjoy killing you, I’ve got a much better idea all of the sudden”, Angelus growled into her ear.
“I didn’t do anything, but if what you’re doing is any hint… Let’s just say I’m all for it. Give me what you’ve got, Angelus. It is Angelus, isn’t it? Angel wouldn’t ever touch me like this.”
“That’s his fault, not one of mine.”
Pulling her with him, Angelus stepped back to the table in the middle of the room, sweeping everything from it with one hand.
“Angelus… As much fun as this would be… If the others come in here, you know they’ll stop us. Angel has a room upstairs. Why don’t we go to it and lock the door? He might even have some interesting toys in there?”
“I doubt it. Not with all the brooding he does. But the idea of a locked room and no intrusions sounds a lot better. I assume you know where his room is?”
“Yeah, I can find it. Not that he’d ever invite me into it. Let’s go, cause I can’t promise how much longer I can keep my hands off of you.”
***********************************
‘I had a tall dark handsome stranger
I've had the devil in disguise
I've been attracted to the danger
But I was never satisfied’
Fred tried to open the door as quietly as possible, but it still creaked slightly.
He was stretched out on the bed, just the corner of the sheets across the middle of his body.
Moving carefully, she crossed the room to the bedside, leaning to trail a hand across his naked chest. Within seconds, he’d grabbed her hand in a grip that was almost painful.
“Fred, I will not be toyed with.”
“I really wasn’t playing, Wesley. At least not that way.”
“What way? Why did you come in here?”
“I woke up and felt… you know, odd. I was looking around the room, trying to find a reason and opened the drawer in the desk. There was a picture of you in there, with some other things and I kinda thought… Well, it seemed like maybe you were the reason I was feeling odd. So I came in here to find out. You were barely covered, Wesley. That’s when I knew… I knew I had to touch you. That I wanted… I don’t know. You’ve been so different and it’s… attractive.”
“This still isn’t a game, Fred.”
“Oh, I know! But I kinda think maybe you have more experience at this than me, so I thought…”
Wesley pulled hard on her arm, spilling the slender woman across his body.
The next movement carried him over her, pinning her to the bed as the sheet pulled away from him completely.
“So you thought I might do something like this?”
Without waiting for an answer, Wesley covered her lips with his own, demanding entrance to her mouth even as he slid a hand under her shirt to cup a small, warm breast.
Fred wrapped one arm around his neck as her other hand slid down his body, finding the hard length of him that pressed against her hip.
************************************
‘Sit down, I think I love ya
anyway, I’d like to try
I can’t stop thinking of ya
If you go I know I’ll cry’
Cordelia heard noises out in the hallway, so she crawled off her bed with agonizing slowness. Agonizing because she hurt everywhere and slowness because that was all she could manage.
Finally opening the door, she looked down the hallway toward Angel’s room, seeing nothing. But before she pulled her head back inside her own door, she glanced down the hall in the opposite direction to make sure the sound hadn’t come from that direction.
It was a mistake.
Standing just outside the next doorway down the hall was Connor.
He was watching her, a look on his face that made her almost glance down to see if she’d forgotten her clothes. But before she could do more than draw a breath, she felt something surge through her, making her skin tingle, her nerves zing.
Connor was walking toward her and she was having to struggle to simply draw a breath against the tightness in her chest.
With the swiftness of a jungle cat, he pulled Cordelia into his arms, kissing her hard, bruising.
Wrapping her hands into the fabric of his open shirt, Cordelia backed into her room, pulling him along until she fell back against the bed, pulling him down with her.
*********************************
‘I'll feel you burn!
You've been living like a little girl,
in the middle of your
little world.
And your mind, your tiny mind,
you know you've really been so blind.
Now 's your time burn your mind,
you're falling far too far behind.’
Throwing Lilah on the bed, Angelus straddled her, ripping her shirt apart, tossing it on the floor.
He dipped his head far enough to pull the hard tip of a breast into his mouth.
She felt the edge of a fang press against her skin until she thought he’d draw blood in a fine hot line, but he suddenly released her flesh instead.
Her hands were busy tugging at his shirt, trying to get it out of her way to touch his skin, to feel the coolness of his body against the heat in hers…
Growling in frustration, Angelus ripped his own shirt off…
*******************
Some minutes later, they’d managed to remove or rip off all of their clothes and Angelus pinned the brunette lawyer to the bed, buried deep inside her as he tried to pound her through the mattress.
She clutched at his back, her nails raking scarlet furrows across the pale skin, as she attempted to pull him even closer.
The desperate, frenzied movement continued until Angelus threw his head back, roaring in his release as Lilah screamed from beneath him, the pleasure having filled her until it had no other exit except in the sound that spilled from her.
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets,
Blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter
Every last drop,
if you want blood, you got it’
Collapsing against her body, the vampire nuzzled closer into her neck, smelling the blood just beneath the skin, feeling it pound against the side of his cheek.
In the back of his mind, the demonic voice wondered why he’d not ripped away the tenuous barrier to that exotic nectar while in the same instant, it knew that it simply wanted more of what it had just had.
Not her blood, but the feel of filling her body with its own, the skin tingling rush of release as it filled her with its cold seed.
Lilah marveled that she was still alive, at the strength of the orgasm that had overwhelmed her, the incredibly pleasurable feeling of his body still filling her, and the definite soreness she was beginning to feel.
She’d had rough sex before and knew the sensation of having fragile tissue torn.
Wiggling slightly under his weight, she knew that was what had happened.
It could add a whole new level of sensation to further sex, if done right, or incredible pain if not. She wasn’t sure if THIS Angel or Angelus would be willing to be careful enough with her to create pleasure from the pain or just revel in the pain he could inflict.
Unsure how to broach the subject with him, she waited for long moments before having the decision taken from her grasp very quickly.
“I smell more blood than just the scent beneath your skin. I didn’t bite you yet.”
He pulled his semi-hard member out of her, filling the room with the scent of sex and blood, two of his favorite things next to torture, pain and killing.
“I think I tore a bit. You’re magnificently huge and we were like animals clawing at each other. We can use that to our advantage if we’re careful. It can add spice to the next round, and I SO want more of you.”
She reached a hand carefully to explore the ridges of his face with her fingertips, baffled by the sensations inside of her.
“So you mean you bled? Well, waste not, want not.”
Angelus grasped both full breasts in his hands as he held her in place, sliding down the bed until his face was level with her groin. The scent of blood and sex was even stronger, a lure he couldn’t resist and didn’t even try to.
Lilah bit hard on her lip to still the scream of pleasure that threatened the instant she felt the roughness of his tongue in very tender places. She realized finally, that in his demonic form, it was more than his teeth or face that changed.
The thought of what he was about to do, filled her with a perverse delight, knowing he’d lap up not only her blood, but also his own fluids from her body.
It was the last coherent thought she had as he carefully closed his mouth over her, sucking gently as his tongue worked its way inside of her as the hardness of his body had done earlier.
Angelus hesitated only a moment before deciding not to shift back to his human features as he sucked her tender flesh into his mouth. He’d done this in the long distant past with Darla and she’d had no hesitation in telling him the difference in feel between the two visages. He’d learned to be careful not to do more than occasionally nick the skin, but as Lilah had said, it added a certain spice to his actions. And as much as he enjoyed the taste of her blood, even mixed with his own juices, he knew the saliva of his demon would help heal the small breaks in the tissues, giving the woman more endurance for what he had planned. But he did have a few tricks up his sleeve, he imagined she’d not even considered…
He was far from through savoring her willingness. Angelus might consider his souled counterpart a wimp in most areas, but Angel seemed to have a will of iron in resisting the temptations of the flesh in ALL ways. As a result, the demon was incredibly sexually frustrated!
Lilah writhed from his ministrations, the pleasure overwhelming even as she felt a ragged fang graze a bit close for comfort to very tender parts of her body. But the very danger made her almost giddy.
Angelus felt the beginning twitches of her flesh in response to his ministrations and with a smile, stopped, leaving her dangling on the edge.
“No! Don’t stop, please!”
“No? You’re not really in a position to tell me what to do or not do. Besides, I got everything I wanted for the moment. You were starting to enjoy it too much, and I think maybe it’s MY turn instead.”
Angelus moved up her body until he straddled her chest, his hard member only inches from her mouth as he reached for her hair to put her exactly where he wanted her.
************************************
‘We were playin' with fire
Too hot to touch
You can't call it love
But it's close enough
To be playin' with fire.
I could see a dark side scratchin' at your soul
The risk is sweet as the sin
I feel your lips as they swallow me whole
Strike like a match on my skin’
All of Fred’s clothing lay on the floor, yet she was unsure of exactly when it had gotten there. All she could be sure of was how incredibly good Wesley felt inside of her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, then lifted her face to kiss him again as he moved above her in a smooth, steady rhythm. Long strokes that set her on fire.
Breaking the kiss, Wesley gasped, feeling the tightening in his body, yet determined to please her, bring her over the edge with him.
Supporting most of his weight on his forearms, he turned his head to run blunt teeth down the side of her neck, as he licked a hot, wet line along her skin with the tip of his tongue.
He heard her breath quicken as she held him tighter to her.
“Wes… Wes… More. Harder. Yes, Yes!”
Fred’s movements increased as she strained against him.
Wesley was more than happy to comply, reaching to trail a hot line along the curled edge of her ear, before sucking the lobe into his mouth. He leaned slightly to one side, all his weight on one arm as he reached between them to roll a nipple between thumb and finger.
It was more than Fred could resist and she gave herself to the drowning swell of pleasure.
She clung to him, mewling sounds spilling from her as her body clenched around him, her breath coming in shuddering gasps.
Feeling her body tighten around him, Wesley stroked her inner flesh with his hardness once more then the jerking spasms of release consumed him as well.
“Fred… Winifred… I-I’ve…”
Another spasm shook him before he could tell her what he was feeling, how much he’d wanted her, how deeply he cared for her.
**************
In the aftermath, they clung to each other as they lay side by side, Wesley still sheathed in the warmth of her body.
“Fred… I’ve wanted to be with you like this.”
“You’re different now, Wes. Like you live on the edge, more dangerous. I’d seen glimpses of it before…”
She stroked the side of his face with her hand, moving to kiss him as her hand slipped to the back of his neck, holding him to her for a long moment.
“It’s sexy, attractive…”
“Is that why you came in here to me?”
“I-I don’t know. It’s part of it. I tried to tell you. I woke up and everything felt odd, like my skin was too small, too warm. I looked around the room, went to the desk and opened a drawer. I don’t know why. There couldn’t have been anything in it to cause the feeling. Then I saw your picture there and knew it was because I wanted you. You were here and I had to see you. Once I did, I had to touch you. I wanted to feel your skin against mine, to feel you inside of me. But you’d never said anything and I didn’t know how…”
“You didn’t know I wanted you for a long time? Wanted to hold you, love you like this? That I’d settled for much less?”
“No. But I’m here now, Wes, and I want you. I want all of you, again and again.”
“You’re playing with fire, Fred. You know now how I feel.”
“Yeah… So burn me, Wesley.”
With a moan, Wesley rolled back over her, kissing her as he felt himself hard and ready inside of her. Wanting more access to her body, he pulled out of her even as she cried out, reaching for him to prevent him from moving away.
“Roll over, love.”
Not sure what he intended, Fred did as he’d asked, wanting desperately to feel him within her again.
Wesley separated her legs with his knees as he lifted her hips with his hand, pushing a pillow under her to give her a bit more elevation. Sliding back into the hot wet depths of her as slowly as possible, he held her still as she tried to move and impale herself on him.
Inch after agonizing inch, he slipped into her depths until he was as deep as he could go. Leaning toward her, he slid his hands under her and up her body to cup her breasts, then lifted her slightly toward him.
“Put your weight on your arms, Winifred.”
She did as he’d instructed, and finally he started moving against her, seeming to fill her more from this angle, and the overwhelming pleasure started to rise under her skin.
**********************************
‘I'm gonna get cha, get cha get cha, get cha
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya’
Connor
pulled his legs up under him, until he was crouched on the bed over Cordelia as
he kissed her, knowing he wanted her, needed her to stop the burning need that
was almost pain in his body, but unsure of exactly what to do after kissing
her.
He’d run his
hands over the softness of her body before and enjoyed the way she felt, but
had no idea of how to quench the desire inside of him for her, the need for the
attractive brunette who was only three years older than him, to want him too.
He’d seen
the animals and demons in that hell-place couple. It had looked rough, with
each one clawing, biting at the other, but he knew that wasn’t what he wanted
with her either. The man that had raised him, cared for him, taught him so
much, had only vaguely touched on the subject of men and women, so Connor
didn’t know how to turn his much softer desires into reality
‘Desire walks on - it wants to be held - possessed
It wants consummation - it moves on obsessed
Bloodstream through pipes, singing in the wires
Heat - motion - control - desire walks on’
Cordelia
realized in moments how inexperienced Connor was, even close as he was to her
age.
She knew
she’d have to take the guiding hand, showing him what to do, how to please.
The thought
had its own sense of power. An unschooled man that she could teach to do things
exactly her way…
Breaking the
kiss, Cordelia looked up at him, “Let me show you.”
Slipping
from under him, she sat in front of him on the bed, slowly unbuttoning her own
shirt before she reached over to slowly peel his shirt off of his shoulders.
Shoulders that were just starting to broaden. He followed her lead, removing
her shirt, sliding the straps off her shoulders, stopping, unsure how to
unfasten the rest.
Cordelia
reached one hand behind her and quickly unfastened her bra, letting it fall
loose into his hands, exposing her breasts.
Once the
wisp of cloth was gone, she took his hands, guiding them to her before reaching
out to trail her fingers across his chest, stopping at the flat male nipples,
teasing them with a fingertip.
Connor tried
to imitate the movements Cordelia made, but every touch of her hands on his
body made it harder to think.
She spent the next little while showing or explaining quite a few things to him, guiding him through the secrets of the female body and her’s in particular.
*******************
‘Too much longing inside
You wrapped me in nighttime
Sexual disguise
I was the love in your eyes
You took me over
innocence cracked’
‘Said you'd give me just a little kiss
And you'd rock me for a little while
Well you'd slip me just a piece of it
Listen up little child
Wesley took his time, keeping the tension between he and Fred as high as possible, knowing the end climax for them would be much more intense.
He’d learned quite a bit along that line recently.
Finally, he withdrew from her again, as she protested.
“Winifred, I want to see you above me. I want to see you move on me, please.”
He stretched out on his back on the bed as she moved over him, guiding him back exactly where she wanted him, then started to rock on his body, as his hands roved over her, caressing, urging her to a bit faster pace.
“You’re beautiful, Winifred, so very beautiful.”
His voice was husky with desire, need, as he watched her sway above him, catching the occasional glimpse of himself disappearing into her depths.
Wesley felt the need to touch her more than possible from their current position, so shifting once more; he sat up slowly as she rode him.
Wrapping his arms around her and up her back, he supported her as she leaned back slightly, then forward again, letting him trail a sizzling line up her neck with his tongue, until he could reach her mouth, pulling her into a kiss.
She was the one that broke the kiss finally.
“Wesley, I want… More, Wesley. I want more… Take me. Just take me.”
She pleaded with him, hoping he’d understand what she struggled to find words to say.
He did understand. Sometimes he thought he understood her better than she understood herself.
With Fred clinging to him, he carefully rolled back over to cover her, doing as she asked.
He held her close, kissing her with all the passion that filled him, moving quickly within her, feeling the need rise inside him, crawl along under his skin, filling him to overflowing.
“Now, Winifred. Please now…”
Fred was balanced on the precipice with him, and this time the feel of his spasms inside of her pushed her over the edge. She clung to him, crying out, shaking, tears running down her face.
*****************
‘I felt your heart like a magnet
Your eyes were touching me
Touching me, touching
me’
Lying beside her, Wesley saw the tears on her face.
“Winifred, what’s wrong? Why the tears? I didn’t hurt you did I, love?”
“N-no, Wes, You didn’t hurt me. It’s just… I feel overwhelmed by how I feel. I didn’t know there could be this between us. I wonder if it was meant to be… I mean it’s happened hasn’t it?”
“Fred, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I’ve cared about you more than you’ve ever known. I’d always be here for you, if you wanted me or needed me. I hope you know that.”
“I know that now, Wesley. Hold me, please?”
No further words were necessary as he pulled her into his arms, pulling her against him. He held her while a feeling of near desperation filled him for some unknown reason.
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‘All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will
You want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you’
Connor pulled Cordelia into his arms again, kissing her; trying to do the things to her that she had done to him. His efforts were rewarded when she started to tremble in his arms, her breath ragged with desire, as she reached for the hard length of him, gently pulling him to her.
He entered her slowly, remembering what she had told him.
She clutched his arms; her back arching as she moved to met him.
They slipped into a rhythm that started the rising temperature beneath their skin, filling them with passion, with a desire to strain even closer.
“Cordy…”
“Yes… now, Connor, now!”
Cordelia felt the rush under her skin, that turned the world to a hazy golden glow. She felt, rather than heard Connor follow her over that shining edge.
Some time later, she gathered him closer into her arms as he wrapped himself around her.
“Cordelia… I love you.”
“Shhhh. Don’t say anything, Connor. Just hold me.”
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‘This just doesn't seem to be my day.
My whole world is upside down,
It's such a pity the shape I'm in,
I must get on my feet again.
Can't stay this way
This just doesn't seem to be my day.’
Even though the demon had ceased to breathe some time ago, it had taken several hours for the remainder of life to fade from its body.
As the final spark seeped from its body, the flame of the brazier burned low, flickering several more times, then died, leaving the chamber in thick black velvet darkness.
Unknowingly, the bit of flesh the demon had scooped up to use in its spell, had been a portion of its own missing arm. So the fire of the spell it had cast for revenge, had also kept the echo of life in its body long after breath had ceased.
With the dying of the fire, called Gangamesh, the spell of vengeance was broken.
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‘Come with me, leave yesterday behind
And take a giant step outside your mind.
You stare at me in disbelief’
‘Out here on the frontline
Our territory is nighttime
We walk the jungle line
We stay alive
“Wesley… What have we done? I mean I know WHAT we did, but why did we?”
Fred clutched the sheet to her as she sat up from the circle of Wesley’s arms where she’d been contentedly running her hand over his chest only moments before.
“I believe we were under the influence of a spell, but it will take a bit of investigation to be sure.”
He pulled the cast-off blanket over his lap, sorry that the spell or whatever it had been, seemed to have disappeared.
“How am I gonna tell… What will I say?”
“Do NOT tell him anything, Fred. This is just between us and should stay that way. If you tell him, it will only create problems for all of us.”
“You’re right. I know you’re right. He’d never understand. I’m not sure I understand and I was here.”
She backed toward the door, clothes clutched in one hand, the sheet held around her with the other.
“I think I should go get cleaned up. We, ah, seemed to have been kinda messy.”
“Fred…”
“W-what, Wesley?”
“I remember what I said to you. I meant it, you know.”
He pulled the blanket from the bed, keeping it wrapped around him for her sake as he walked to her.
He touched her face gently with his free hand.
“I don’t regret what happened between us, Winifred. If the time comes when you might change your mind about… your current situation…”
Wesley let the words hang in the air, but he knew she understood what he was trying to tell her.
“I know. And thank you, Wes. I’d better go.”
She reached for the door, trying to hold clothes and sheet in one hand.
Wesley covered her hand with his on the doorknob.
“Let me get this for you, Fred.”
She removed her hand, looking up at him as she nodded slightly, agreeing to his request.
Wesley leaned down to kiss her very gently before he opened the door. She kissed him back and then was gone, heading down the hallway to her own room.
Leaning back against the door, Wesley thought about the last several hours, knowing he’d hold those hours close and simply hope he’d have another chance in the future.
His expression darkened as he wondered how he could ever go back to what he’d been just settling for previously…
Throwing the blanket at the bed as he passed it, he headed for the shower.
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Fred stood in the shower as the water beat down on her shoulders. She felt guilty for having betrayed Gunn, but it HAD been a spell, after all. It must have been. It wasn’t like it was something she did on purpose. But she’d recently learned about the unspoken rivalry between the two men and knew that Wesley had been right; there was no way Gunn would understand this.
She stretched under the water, feeling more relaxed than she had in a long time, then had a twinge of worry that maybe even that thought was a bit of betrayal.
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‘I hate myself for loving you .
I think of you ev'ry night and day.
You took my heart, then you took my pride away.’
“Connor. Connor! How did this happen?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it had something to do with those demons we killed. Some of them can do magick, so I’ve heard. But it’s okay, Cordy. I DO love you.”
“Connor, I’m sorry, but it’s not okay. We can’t ever do this again.”
Cordelia had wrapped the sheet around herself, and moved away from the bed. Connor laid where he’d been, looking perfectly relaxed… or at least most of him.
“You need to cover up, Connor. In fact, you need to go back to your room, please?”
“Why? After what we’ve done together, you know what I look like. I know what you look like. Why should anything have to change?”
“I don’t know how to say this without it sounding bad or hurting you and that’s something I don’t want to do. I don’t want to hurt you, Connor. I care about you, but not like this. I mean, I knew you as a baby. And even though I don’t know how I feel right now, I was in love with your father before I was taken to the other planes. I’ve known him since I was younger than you and even if I’m never in love with him again, he’s my friend too and I care about him. But it’s still in a different way than I care about you, Connor. I’ll always be your friend and be there to help you, but I can’t be there for you like this.”
“But I love you, Cordy.”
“I know you do, and I’m sorry. I just can’t feel that way. You really need to go back to your room now. Please?”
He got up from the bed, anger in every line of his body that she knew much too well now.
He picked up his clothes and stalked toward her instead of toward the door. Cordelia stood her ground, though.
Stopping in front of her, he grabbed her arm with one hand.
“I’ll still love you. This isn’t over, Cordelia.”
Abruptly pulling her to him, he kissed her hard and quick before he released her just as abruptly, turning on one heel to storm out of the room.
‘We were riding high
Like flames against the sky
Innocent and wild
We were playin' with fire’
‘Stand at the window, pull back the lace
I feel the night wind on my face
All that I long for - All that I crave
Am I master, Am I slave?
The night's so still’
“Fred, can we talk?”
Cordelia had waited to get the slender woman alone, needing desperately to talk to her.
At Fred’s nod, Cordelia led the way out to the fountain in the inner courtyard of the hotel, sitting carefully on the curbing around the fountain.
“So what’s on your mind, Cordy?”
“That spell a couple of weeks ago… I know we all agreed not to talk about who we were with, but…”
“Oh, don’t worry, Cordelia, I wasn’t with Angel!”
Fred thought that was the brunette’s worry. She knew how the woman had felt about Angel before her disappearance.
“That’s not what I was going to say, Fred, but I know you weren’t. I saw the bruises on Lilah’s neck too. I figure with what Wesley found out about the spell, that Angel was probably Angelus and that seems kinda up that bitch’s alley. I imagine Wes could tell us, but I don’t want to know and neither should you. I know where I was, Fred, so that leaves you and Wesley together. It also explains the kinda haunted look both of you have had since then.”
“Yeah… But you won’t say anything will you?”
“Oh, of course not, Fred. All of you are my friends and I wouldn’t want to hurt any of you, which actually is part of this problem.”
“Wait! If she was with Angel and you know where I was, that means…. Oh my God, Cordy! Does Angel know?”
“Not yet, he doesn’t, but that little detail might not get to stay secret, Fred. I think I’m pregnant.”
“P-pregnant? With Connor’s child!”
“Yeah. There’s no way it could be anyone else’s, and I’m not sure what to do or how to tell Angel.”
“That’s a hard one, Cordy. We might have to ask Wesley about the best way to do that. But you know, I’m glad that you brought it up.”
“Glad?! Why on earth would you say that…Oh!”
The reason had sudden occurred to Cordelia.
“Yeah. Oh!”
Gillian Silverlight 11/17/2002