FIC: REPOST: Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 3d/?

["Beckett, Kevin" <kevin.beckett@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 3d/?
K. Beckett (c) 2000 

Disclaimers:
Buffy, Willow and all of the other characters and places from the show
belong to Joss Whedon, WB and Mutant Enemy etal. Everyone and everything
else is mine. None of my characters are meant to resemble anyone living,
dead or un-dead, if you see yourself you are looking way too hard.

Rating: 
R 

Other: 
The Latin and Gaelic are mine; I take the responsibility for any
translations of them. In addition, the descriptions of the rituals, spells
and other craft work come from my traditions, so please don't take offence
if something described here does not match your traditions or what you think
it should.

Archiving etc.: 
Ask and I'll say yes.

Spoilers:
Everything up to the middle of season four - I diverge then.

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"Will you tell them?" Asked Grael as his long time friend and lover sat down
and poured each of them large glasses of mead.
"Not yet," she replied thoughtfully as she watched the mead in her glass
reflect the firelight, "I think that we can wait a few days for the two of
them to get comfortable with their abilities and the new surroundings."
"We have been very daring in setting out on this course of action," she
continued, "and it's going to take time for the two of them to get up to
speed and to trust us fully."
"True enough," he said sipping his drink and stretching out his long tired
legs before the fire, "for all of their casualness, I think that they are
still in a bit of shock."
"I agree, and if we let them know what the potential of the two of them
working together is, we might lose them altogether," she said as she too
stretched out before the fire. "Besides, knowing those two, even as little
as we do, they just might figure it out for themselves."
"That would make everything much easier," Grael replied as the two of them
fell silent in companionship and contemplation.

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Later in the day, two sweaty women, one in much worse shape than the other,
were heading back to their chambers after participating in an extremely
intense three-hour workout. They were trailed by a cat and preceded by
their two servants.

"Not much further love," the blond said as she partially held up the other
woman, "we'll get you into the bath soon." Buffy was both amused and
pleased. She had just finished a great workout where she had sparred with
Daithi and several of his guardsmen, often two or three at a time. After
some initial doubts by the guardsmen about her talents, Daithi had decided
not to reveal to them any details about Buffy or about the morning's
activities, they quickly realised that she was more than capable of holding
her own against fully trained troops. She was amused by her lover's
experience; Willow had not fared as well as Buffy since she was unused to
the strenuous exercises she had been put through. Buffy was convinced that
every muscle in Willow's body was screaming.

"It'll be ok," she said to her friend, "Daithi has given me some ointment,
and after your bath I'll massage your sore muscles," she continued smiling
at her.

"You laugh at me," Willow said grimacing in pain, "and as soon as I can lift
my arms I'll turn you into a frog."
"No laughing, promise" said Buffy, "besides, if you turn me into a frog, who
will you have to massage sore body parts?" 
When they entered the room Buffy turned to Aiofe and Bridie and said,
"that's enough for know, come back just before dinner."

As soon as the two other women had left Buffy turned towards Willow and
said, "okay now, lets see about getting you into the bath."
"Hurt, pain, much soreness," complained a tired Willow as Buffy went over
and directed her towards the bathroom.
"I hurt in places I never even new existed," she continued as her lover
slowly began to peel the stiff armour that they both had been issued off of
her.

"Shush, now, love, let me get these clothes off of you." Buffy said as she
continued to slowly undress Willow, noticing that she was swollen in several
places and that bruises were beginning to develop all over her body. Willow
was a mess, and Buffy quickly figured out that she was going to need her
help to even get into the bath.

"Will, love, sit down on the edge of the bath for a second while I get out
of these clothes," Buffy said as she rapidly stripped off her own clothing.
Willow was too tired to move, and instead of sitting on the edge of the
bath, had simply collapsed onto the floor. Buffy went over to Willow, and
picking her up in her arms, carried her into the bathtub.

"Now love," she said softly, "lets let the hot water sooth those aching
muscles of yours." Buffy carefully placed Willow on one of the benches
inside of the bathtub, and picking up soap and a washcloth, began to softly
wash the other woman.

"Nice, very nice, don't stop," Willow said gently as her muscles began to
relax and she began to feel almost human. "If you keep this up, I just
might be normal in two or three days."
"Normal is good," replied Buffy, "however, I'm looking to get you back in
shape sooner than that. After all, I need my snuggle monster for tonight."
"Nuzzle good, cuddle better," said the redhead, "but I can think of other
things to do."
"Here I thought you were dysfunctional," retorted Buffy.
"Sore yes, dysfunctional no," replied Willow as she turned towards her soul
mate and drew her lips towards her own for a long, lingering kiss.

"That was very nice," said the slayer a few minutes later, "however, I've
got even a better idea."
"What's that," asked Willow as she tried to nuzzle her lover, without
getting a mouthful of water in the process.

"Why don't we finish getting clean, then I'll massage your sore parts,"
replied the blond woman, "then we can see about getting sticky and dirty
before dinner."

"Goody, I'm up for sticky stuff," replied Willow, "that's a great plan." 
They quickly finished their bath and after towelling off, proceeded naked
into the bedroom.

"Quick girl up on the bed," ordered Buffy, "and present me back," she
continued with mock gravity.

"Yes boss," replied Willow, "but don't you want to massage me first?"
"Enough lip," retorted the other, "I am going to start with massaging you."

Buffy got up on top of the other woman and began to work the ointment she
had been given into the stiff and sore muscles of her lover. It started to
have an immediate effect on her as Buffy could visibly see some of the
bruising and swelling leave Willow's back.

"Damn, this is good stuff," thought the slayer, "these people has some
impressive medical knowledge."

Buffy turned around on Willow's back and began to rub and massage the
ointment into her legs, taking care to ensure that she worked all of the
soreness out of the muscles, she knew from experience that if she didn't it
would be difficult the following day for the other woman to get up and walk.

"Feels, nice" murmured Willow, "don't stop."

Buffy had no intention of stopping, given that she was becoming very
stimulated by what she was doing. Here she was, buck naked sitting on top
of her equally naked lover's back massaging her legs. In fact, Buffy began
to feel a familiar wetness between her legs. 

The massage was having a similar effect on Willow. She was feeling safe,
and secure, knowing that there was nothing to fear from the woman who was on
top of her. "Humm," she thought, "I was just thinking."

"Dangerous habit," replied Buffy, "could lead to unknown situations."
"No, its just that it's been one hell of a day," said Willow.
"How's that."
"Its just that its been less than a day since you left on patrol and I began
to get ready for the Imbolg ritual."
"You're right," the slayer continued as she gently, but firmly, turned her
lover over so that she could continue working on her muscles. "So much has
happened it feels like weeks."

Willow was presented with a vision from her dreams; sitting on top of her
belly was her lover. Willow could see the strong muscles in Buffy's back
and shoulder ripple as Buffy continued to work on her legs. It was a
stimulating experience, and Willow could feel, and see her nipples harden.
It was time for some direct action. She slowly began to trace her fingers
over the slayer's muscles, and was pleased to see the small hairs on her
lover's back stiffen. 
Carefully sitting up, she began to nuzzle Buffy's neck and continued with
soft kisses and gentle licks to her neck and ears.

"Mumm, you taste and smell wonderful," she said as she slowly moved her
hands around the other woman's side to cup her breasts.
"Someone is excited," she commented softly.
"You should talk," Buffy replied, "since I can feel your nipples pressing
into my back."

Buffy bent forward and began to kiss Willow's feet and ankles. Willow
continued moving her hands forward and down towards the cleft between her
lover's legs. The slayer cooperated by moving her kisses up Willow's legs,
which had the simultaneous result of moving her sex towards Willow's willing
lips. Willow was shortly presented with the object of her desire, and was
pleased to notice that her soul-mates clitoris and labia were swollen with
desire.

"Yummy," the arch-mage thought as she proceeded to gently kiss and lick her
lover's sex, eliciting a sharp intake of breath form the slayer.
"Damn it girl," she said, "you know I love it when you do that."
"I know," Willow replied, taking a quick break from her activities, "I
notice that you are practically dripping, was that my doing?"
"Less talk, more action," Buffy replied as she bent down between Willow's
legs and gently blew on her swollen clitoris, Willow moaned deep into Buffy
groin, since she had been licking and kissing Buffy's labia and clitoris at
the time.

The two women fell into mutual pleasure, mostly out of their love for each
other but also, in no small measure, as a release from the tensions that
they had been under for the last day. As their lovemaking continued into
the afternoon, the two women became covered in sweat and other bodily
fluids, just as had been promised by Buffy.

"I just love it when your plans work," murmured Willow to a sleeping slayer,
just before she too fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Later that evening there was a discrete knock of the suits door. Hearing no
response from within the rooms Aiofe softly opened the door calling out,
"Buffy, Willow, time to get ready for dinner."
Aiofe and Bridie entered the rooms and went over to the bedroom where they
saw the two travellers entangled together on the rumpled bedclothes.
"Buffy," Bridie called again, "time to get up for dinner."
"Shush," said Aiofe, "let them sleep. We will go and tell Amana that they
are deep in sleep, and that we will bring up some food later for them."

With that, the two young women left the room and carefully closed the door
behind them.
"Today was hard enough on them," commented Bridie, "and the next few are not
going to get any better. They will need all of the rest they can get."

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Far away, in the demon's stronghold, a pensive master demon sat in his
office. Scattered at his feet were the remains of a green imp like demon,
and the remains of Kratel's boss.

"Told them to get answers," the demon thought, "what do they bring back, but
fantastic stories of a girl with super speed and strength, incompetents,
they deserved my wrath."
"But," he continued, "what if they were right?"
"Answers," he continued aloud, "I need answers, all of the plans we have
worked on for millennia are focused at this point in time, I can't have
unknown variables in play now."

He stood up and began to pace, "Humm, got to get this mess cleaned up."
Stopping suddenly the demon thought, "bold action was not the answer, I've
still got a little time. I will just have to wait to see what my humanoid
servants come up with."

With that, the demon strode out of his office screaming for his servants to
attend him.

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Finis Part III.

To be continued...