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Cilia the naughty beanbag here with an updated of some of my other stories that do not include smut, but you’ll find some naughtiness here too, nothing major though, that’s for late night only.

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Cilia the naughty beanbag

Title: Following of the Rose

Book: Prophecy's Twilight

Chapter: >>From the Ashes

Author: Cilia

Beta: Cheryl

Summary: After that whole big ball of angst lately we are in for some fun times, read on.

PROPHECY’S TWILIGHT: FOLLOWING OF THE ROSE

Chapter 2: From the Ashes

To say that June Xare Rosenberg-Summers was mildly irritated would not have been a good idea if one was concerned for ones health. The young human was a ball of seething rage most of it focused on her mentor. He had showed up in full glory, practically kicking down the library door and then proceeding to dragging her onto the training fields outside the city. Once there she had been handed a standard officers´ uniform, far too brown and dull for her tastes, and told that her training would now begin. Then the hell spit known as Spike has went on his merry way, leaving her with her drill sergeant; a very delicate looking, but highly lethal female elf named Lor’a.

“Iam Lor’a,” she said with a bow.

“June Xare,” June answered with a bow as she ran a mantra through her mind, mostly things to do Spike, but it help calm her in a weird way. She decided that it would be a good idea to evaluate her teacher, since she would be facing her soon.

“Let’s get you a sword shall we,” Lor’a said as she motioned for June to follow her towards the weapons rack. “An officer must be proficient with all forms of weaponry, but none more then the sword,”she explained as she did some measurements.

Lor’a was tall for an elf, with boyish cut curly hair and almond shaped brown eyes that could probably bring many a man to his knees. She wore the same brown uniform as June, a hose and a smock with a hood. The far most notable things about her though being the massive sword she carried on her back.

“Ihave had some training with swords,” June said.

Lor’a just looked up from her selecting and smiled a sly smile before handing June without doubt the largest piece of forged metal June had ever seen.

“Nothing like this I hope?” the elf asked. “Now hold it straight,” she ordered.

“Iwas told that elves used delicate and light swords,” June muttered as she struggled slightly to raise the sword. It was a simple sword, double-handed and double edged, with a simple cross guard, but nearly five feet long.

“Small swords are good for dueling yes, but we will be going into open plains combat,” Lor’a said as she pulled her sword from her back. “Now follow my movements,” she ordered.

For the next four grueling hours June copied Lor’a movements, her arms ached and she couldn’t remember if she had been through worse. She didn’t give up through, she was a Summers, or a Rosenberg, either way Summers don’t quit and Rosenbergs endure.

“You did well,” Lor’a said when they were both lying on the grass sharing tea and watching the clouds role over the afternoon sky.

“Almost dropped the sword twice,” June said as she sipped the rose red tea, leaving her lips red in the process.

“You did better the most to on their first day, but then again those are young noble boys pushed along by their father’s wealth or power,” Lor’a said with a grin.

“How do you know I wasn’t pushed through?” June asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You are the daughter of General Summers,” Lor’a answered ifthat explained everything. “How did you….” June asked with wide eyes.

“Ifought at Necris and I saw you mother in action, also you bare a striking resemblances, no doubt she trained you since you could barely walked,” Lor’a said with a laugh.

“Yeah she did,” June said with a smile. “So you are not curious about…”
“How you came to be here?” Lor’a asked. “Not the least, elves are used to strange things,” she said. “Though I dearly hope they don’t come stranger then you,” she added.

“Oh no danger of that,” June said with a giggle. “But there is Spike,” she added as an after thought.

“Come on time for the next lesson,” Lor’a said and jumped to her feet with a catlike grace.

“More ‘fencing’?” June asked as she got to her feet.

“No, ridding,” Lor’a said with a grin.

“Ugh I bet mom didn’t have to go through all this,” June muttered. Still compared to June, her mother had a far more interesting day a head of her.

~*~*~*~

It was a determined General that made her way through the Alliance building towards the stairs leading into the Red Mage’s study and the far end of the complex. She had the firm resolve of dragging her wife back from the emotional slum she was in. It was beautiful summer’s day and the sun was shinning. The countryside surrounding Larken was dotted with tents and every so often one would see a group of soldiers being drilled. She had just returned from her morning drills, still gleaming with sweat, but feeling very much alive Yet her fierce look and sense of purpose didn’t stop people from stopping her, much to her own charging. The first was Spike, wisely instead of stopping feel into stride next to her.

“Hello luv, busy?” he asked with a grin as his eyes did a once over of her body.

“Spike, go, away,” Buffy said firmly.

“In a sec Slayer, but I bring news,” Spike said.

“Then spit it out,” Buffy asked.

“Ienlisted June in the army,” he said and covered his head.

“That’s got, she an officer yet?” Buffy asked.

“No, but talk to me tomorrow and I’ll probably be calling her general,” Spike said.

“Funny you saying she’s her mother’s daughter?” Buffy asked.

“Very much so,” Spike said and turned at the next corner.

The next being to cross her path was King Einar, the ruler of the clan Thunderfoot, his legs pumped furiously as he tried to keep pace with her.

“Ya look ya have a mission,” the dwarf king asked in his good humored voice.

“You could say that,” Buffy answered.

“Da wife?” the king asked.

“Who else?” Buffy asked.

“Aha women, more trouble den their worth if ya ask me,” the king said.

“You have three,” Buffy stated.

“Heirs lass, heirs,” the king answered.

“Anything else?” Buffy asked.

“Juts good luck,” the king said and wandered of in the general direction of the kitchens.

The third indivutal to cross the General’s path was Cordelia, the ranger knight finally emerging from her wife’s chambersin what seemed like day.

“Going to see Willow?” Cordelia asked as she floated beside Buffy. Unaware of her doing so.

“You getting some?” Buffy asked.
“It show’s doesn’t it?” Cordelia asked with a blush.

“Sure does space cadet,” Buffy answered and Cordelia blushed even more as her feet touched the ground.

“Anything you need to say that can’t wait?” Buffy asked.

“Aside from whether you want a burial or cremation… nope,” Cordelia said as she turned quicklyat the next corner.

Buffy muttered curses as she climbed the stairs leading up the mage tower and her wife’s study. She entered Willow’s study without knocking and came to dead stop as her brain suddenly stopped working, as it should. Before her stood Willow, her wife or at least she hoped to god this was her wife and that she hadn’t entered the wrong study, wearing a thin and form hugging white robe. Her long red hair had been cut pixie short and somehow dyed so it had golden streaks running through it. Her eyes shone like twin emeralds they had about them a sparkle of life that had not been there since the battle of the Tower and a mischievous grin graced her lips that had been colored with same golden hue that streaked her hair. She looked younger somehow as if the last ten years had been noting but an illusion.

“Buffy,” she said in a light voice and ran towards her. Wrapping her arms around her wife’s neck and looking into her eyes. “You like?” she asked and pressed her body closer to Buffy’s, making Buffy’s white training smock glue to her chest. “What cat got your tongue?” Willow asked as she licked her wife’s lips. “Let me see if I can help you find,” she said and kissed her.

Buffy felt herself melt into her wife’s arms. This was different then before, it reminded her of what it had been like long ago. Bringing her hands that had been clamped against her sides up she started running them through Willow’s now short hair, then letting them trail down her back and coming to rest on her firm ass and that snapped her back to reality. Willow the last time they’d been together, before the battle of the Tower, hadn’t been firm, well not like this. Pulling back from the edge and taking a deep breath to get her raging emotions under control she held Willow had arms length. Willow looked every bit the seductress of her dreams, her aural and nipples visible to the sweat soaked material of her robe and the outline of her triangle was clearly visible. She wasn’t in much better shape her white shirt clung to her and her hose felt damp inall the wrong places.

“We need to talk,” she said with her voice shaking a bit.

“You don’t like?” Willow asked with a pout.

“Oh I like very, very, very much,” Buffy said. “But this is a bit sudden and well no offense that last time I checked you were…”
“A cationic wreck on the verge of my nineteenth nervous breakdown, yes I know,” Willow said. “What happened then?” Buffy asked as she once again stepped closer let her arms encircled Willow’s waist and rested her head on Willow’s shoulder.

“Well I got tired of being helpless,” Willow said as she started stroking Buffy’s blond hair. “I’m still young and I’m not ready to just give up,” she explained. “I want to be the Willow you and Spike remember from before this whole mess.”
“But ten years isn’t something you can just put behind you,” Buffy stated.

“Yes it is, you can always go back Buffy, always,” Willow stated. “The Alliance thinks I’m unfit to lead them, that I have grown old and reclusive, but I intend to proof them wrong,” she said as an edge came to her voice.

“But the change?” Buffy asked.

“What the big pillowing robes and long angry red hair?” Willow asked and smiled. “It’s not like I have anything to hide,” she added. “Do you think I have anything to hide?” she asked. “Anymore questions?” she asked and started nibbling at Buffy’s earlobe.
“How?” Buffy asked as she moaned at the attention.

“Magic and persistence,” Willow said. Buffy just smiled as she started moving them towards the large desk that adorned the study. “Wha…” Willow shouted as Buffy swept the contents of the table down onto the floor and pushed Willow onto it with a smile on her face. Time to explore this new Willow.

~*~*~*~

Ziel Grey, priestess to the God of War and Fire, was enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet. She had gotten many visitations over the last few days from soldiers and officers alike coming to her asking for her blessings, there were other priest and priestess of course, but none at quite the same effect the on the common soldier as she did. She had found the bath’s of the city and was now enjoying its warm water. Her white robes lay neatly folded on a nearby chair and every so often a chambermaid would come and add a pitcher of warm water if needed. A thick steam almost obscured all sight in the room.

“This is nice,” she muttered to herself.

“Sure is,” a new voice said as somebody slid into the bath next to her. She smelt like weapon oil, leather, grass and horses.

“Is there room,” a third voice asked and Ziel magical senses flared at the new arrivals.

“Cordelia?” Ziel asked.

“Ziel,” Cordelia said a cheerful voice as she slit into her bath.

“Aunt Chase?” the third voice asked.

“June,” Cordelia stated.

“The one and only,” June answered with a grin.

“So anybody else here?” Cordelia asked and splashing could be heard as she turned and twisted in the bath.

“Just some royalty,” a fourth voice said. “Take no notice.”
“Mother in law,” Cordelia said with a giggle.

“It’s nice to see you are enjoying your stay Cordelia,” Piratess said.

“Iwould bow if anybody could see me,” June said and splashes could be heard.

“Don’t bother child,” Piratess said.
“So how are things on the home fronts?” Ziel asked.

“Stjar’a asleep,” Cordelia said with a giggle that June shared, but Piratess just sighed.

“What’s the matter Tessa, Grimm too busy?” Cordelia asked.

“Ambassador Grimm is always busy,” Piratess stated. “But never so that he doesn’t make time for his duties as consort that is,” she added with a smirk.

“June how fares Prince Blood?” Ziel asked with an innocent smile.

“I… he… we…” June flustered.

“It’s alright kiddo, don’t let the mean old priestess scare you,” Cordelia said.

“Iam not old!” Ziel stated firmly. “Just unfulfilled that’s all,” she added and another burst of giggles broke out.

“Maybe Prince Blood would be willing to assist with that problem,” Piratess said.

“Hey!” June shouted, but then blushed and sank up to her nose in the water.

“Some people have all the luck, what I wouldn't give for being able to stay that firm without all the effort involved,” Cordelia said with a sigh.

“He certainly does have some… admirable attributes,” Ziel said.

“Come on you can say it priestess,” Cordelia teased. “So what is his most ‘admirable’ feature?” she asked.

“His eyes,” Piratess stated. “So full of barely contained lust for battle,” she said.
“His buttocks,” Ziel squeaked and then sank into the water.

“No it’s his chest,” June piped in. “Hard and with skin you just want to… oops,” she said.

“My, my, my I think somebody is growing up,” Cordelia said.

“What about you Cordelia?” Piratess asked.

“Sorry no commend, for starters he’s the wrong gender,” Cordelia said with a triumphant smile.

“Want about Al’x? Aunt Chase?” June asked with a mischievous grin.

“Oh that such along time age and I couldn’t possibly… his shoulders defently,” Cordelia blurted.

“Ever see him in that armor of his?” Ziel asked with a dreamy look. “If he wasn’t bondedto Joyce he would have had no place to hide,” she said with a small smirk and her ears twitched.

“Ziel!” Cordelia exclaimed. “Priestess aren’t supposed to think like that!” she stated.

“Why not, I’m still half human the last time I checked,” Ziel stated.

“And half elf don’t forget that, it’s were all the fun comes from,” Piratess added.

“Hey!” both June and Cordelia exclaimed in unison.

“Humans are fun do, but nothing can replace a couple of hundred years of experience and we’re more agile anyway,” Piratess stated with an uncharacteristic pout.

“Says the Drow Queen that snared the Human Thief,” Cordelia said defiantly and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Says the Human Ranger who married the Elf Ranger,” Piratess fired back.

“As much as I enjoy this minor tribute to my god, it would not be smart to have two of the member of the Drow royal family brawling at the local baths,” Ziel in said in a calm voice.
“Yeah, I can’t speak from experience, but elves can’t be that different from humans can they?” June asked.

“There are some subtle differences,” Ziel said.

“The ears!” Cordelia exclaimed. “Nipple or tickle an elf on the tip of the ears and you’ll get response for sure,” she explained.

“Ahem!” Piratess cleared her throat.

“Sorry, June forget I just said that,” Cordelia said.

“Already gone,” June said.

The large bell in the Alliance building rang, signaling that the evenings meal was drawing closer these were semi-formal events for some obscure reason which meant they had to get out of the warm water, dry themselves of and make themselves presentable. Ahead lay a night of political intrigue, romance and the occasional brawl.

To be contiuned in Prophecy's Twilight: Following of the Rose #3

Prophecy's Twilight: Following of the Rose #2

Chapter: >>From the Ashes