FF/(Return of Legends) Book One: Prophecy's Curse (2/?)

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Alex
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Title: Prophcey's Curse (2/?)
Author: Alex P.
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Summary: A year after "If Destiny Wills It" and a whole new threat has
come to town, that will test the Slayer and Great Sorceress's new found
powers.
Spoilers: This is my own twisted little universe and, while there are
characters and Sunnydale from the show their skills and places in these
stories are purely of my own demented imagination. Sorry if it offends
(not).  
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy, Willow, Giles, and any others from 
BTVS are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy etc. No
infringement of any kind intended and no money made. 
Warning: Contains scenes of a loving relationship between two consenting
women. If you have a problem with that (why are you here?) or it is
illegal where you live (I suggest you move to my end of the
gutter...quickly) then PLEASE DELETE THIS NOW !!!!!
Rating: Possible PG-13 to R in some places. This may be one of those
places.
Pairing: B/W

   [[thoughts]]
   ***flashbacks***
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Title: Prophecy's Curse (2/?)
Author: Alex P. 
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Willow finally got her beloved wife settled into their large bathtub
with bubbles up to her chin, and after fending off several amorous
advances decided to try to get the house in order. 

She began picking up the clothes that had been discarded in the heat of
passion the night before. 

[[How in Hades did her panties get up there?]] the red head wondered
chuckling as she pulled a pair of her lover's best underwear off a blade
of the ceiling fan. [[I don't think I did that.]] 

She had meant to straighten their bedroom as well, but she should have
known better. 

"Oh Willlllloooow," Buffy's voice called lyrically from the bathroom, "I
need my Willlllllooooooow! Come on, baby. I need that magic touch of
yours, you know... like last night?" 

Willow turned to fire off a well tied retort about the night before, but
was stopped short. 

"You...I...ah...we...whoa!" was all that came from her college educated
mouth. 
All she could do was stare, open mouthed at the vision before her eyes. 

It was a sight to fuel a thousand fantasies. There was Buffy - her lover
and wife - standing framed in the bathroom doorway, her considerable
charms exposed to Willow's suddenly lust filled eyes. Water dripped from
her body, giving her an aura that took Willow's breath away and drove
all thoughts of cleaning from her mind. 

"What wonderful thing have I done for the Goddess to have blessed me
with you?" Her voice was so soft, almost a prayer of thanks. "You are so
beautiful it hurts." 

Buffy giggled and blushed from her toes to her scalp, driving her wife's
fiery passions into an uncontrollable inferno. 

"Do you see something you like?" the petite blonde asked smiling shyly 

"I see everything I like," the inflamed witch growled as she advanced
toward the object of all her desires. "and everything I'll ever need." 

Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse as if they had minds of
their own, and began opening the clinging silk garment that soon was on
the floor along with the clothing from the night before - and soon
followed by the rest of her clothes. 

"Does this mean I get a dash of Willow in my bath?" the Slayer ask her
voice getting husky as her own heat rose in watching her beautiful wife
disrobe. 

"I couldn't possibly deny you anything,." Willow admitted quietly, her
voice
tight with emotion and desire. 

"I need you, my Willow," Buffy purred seductively as she backed toward
the oversized tub piled high with bubbles. "Only you can make me feel
this way. Only you have what I need." 

Willow slowly entered the bathroom and was being driven nearly insane
with lust. 

The power of their love and desire for each other became visible, as
Willow's green aura began glowing and joined Buffy's own bluish-white
aura intertwining and swirling around the two Chosen lovers in a
dazzling display of their souls uniting. 

Buffy stepped into the water and held her arms out in an invitation for
her Wills to join her. The young witch didn't think twice before flying
to her lover's arms to be enveloped in the protective embrace of the
very center of her universe. Willow's soft lips found Buffy's and melded
to them, her tongue running over her love's lips, begging entrance. It
was joyfully given: Willow felt more than heard her red haired lover
groan as their tongues swirled around each other in a dance for
dominance. 

It was a long wet passionate kiss meant to stoke their desires until the
lust they had was almost a living thing demanding release. 

Soon the house was filled with the sounds of splashing water and cries
and screams of needs being fulfilled. 

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On the narrow winding road that led through the foothills down to the
picturesque town of Sunnydale, a long black sedan, its once shining
surface now dulled by the dust and film of the thousands of miles it had
covered, pulled into a turn out and stopped. 

Its lights went out and the motor stopped, leaving only shadows and dust
filling the night air. 

Only the ticking of its cooling engine could be heard; the air silent,
as if waiting for the vehicle's occupants to make the next move. 

The right rear door opened without a sound coming from its well oiled
hinges. A tall gaunt figure dressed entirely in black stepped out and
stretched out the kinks from the hours of travel in the confines of the
vehicle. 

The figure glided more than walked over to the edge of the cliff and
looked out at the bejewelled vista that spread out from the base of the
cliff toward the sea. 

The tall figure brushed away some imaginary lint from his expensive
custom made Italian suit, then straightened out to gaze out into the
darkness looking for his destiny. 

Another figure exited the sedan just as silently and walked across the
gravel to stand beside the first. He was a shorter, stockier built man
also dressed in all black but not as stylish as his companion. He, too,
stared out over the scenic view; but for a much different reason. 

"Is this the city the demoness spoke of, my Prince?" the shorter man
asked, sounding somewhat confused. "The lights are pretty in a
provincial kind of way, but the city does not look much." 

"Ah, Victor, you are such an elitist in your Old World views." the tall
man answered with a slight laugh. "Yes, this is our destination: and I
would advise you not to underestimate the Americans, my friend. There is
much more to this little hamlet than meets the eye." 

"What could possibly be here that would be of interest to you, my
Prince?" Victor asked looking up at the taller man. "I thought we had
everything we needed in our homeland, now that the Communists are gone." 

"My dear loyal Victor, how little you know." the tall man sighed. "This
small spec on the map holds something I have been searching for...
seeking for over a hundred years. The soul of my beloved has been reborn
again and resides here. This time I will make her mine for an eternity." 

"I see." Victor answered respectfully, knowing the man he served had
suffered over the years yearning for his lost love. "We must go my
Prince, The sun will rise soon and I want to have you resting
comfortably before that occurs." 

The tall man nodded and turned to follow his travelling companion back
to their vehicle. Just before entering the back seat he turned and took
a last look at the many-jewelled vision that was Sunnydale at night. 

"I have found you at last my love," he murmured so softly it was almost
a prayer. "This time I will not loose you. Do you hear me, my beautiful
Elizabeta? You will be at my side again, and this time forever." 

He got into the car and his assistant started the powerful engine, put
the car in gear and left in a cloud of dust that hid the receding tail
lights. 

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Buffy woke up and knew instantly that something wasn't right. She
reached for her wife, but instead of a warm soft body she found cool,
long vacant sheets. 
Instantly wide awake, her mind shot to life with visions of the events
of a year ago, just before their wedding. 

The Slayer reached out with her mind attempting to locate her absent
lover, but found nothing. 

[[Damn it!]] she thought in frustration. [[She's closed her mind to me
so I would wake up, cute. I gotta talk to her about that.]] 

Buffy thought about calling out to her soulmate, but she knew only her
lover's touch would calm her now. She slid out of bed and slipped on her
robe to go in search of her missing wife. 

When she failed to find Willow anywhere else in the house, she
eventually reached to the kitchen and found the kettle on the stove
still hot. That along with the combined scents of chamomile and pachouly
permeating the air gave the Slayer a pretty good idea where to find her
missing red-headed lover. 

She went to the sliding glass door that led to their patio and smiled
slightly when she found it open. 

[[Geez, she knows me too well,]] she thought, knowing full well that her
Wills had left the door open so she could find her. [[Gods, I love
her!]] 

With the silence only the Slayer was capable of Buffy slipped out the
door and padded across the concrete slab to the four foot wall that
surrounded the area where she could see the silhouette of her lover. 

Apparently lost in thought and staring out at the summer sky, Willow was
totally oblivious to Buffy's approach. 

Not wanting to frighten her beloved wife - startling the Great Sorceress
being almost as dangerous as sneaking up on the Slayer - Buffy slowed
down and waited until her wife had sensed her presence. 

Then she walked up behind her quiet lover and wrapped her arms
protectively around Willow's waist. 

Willow hummed in pleasure as she felt the waves of loving concern
radiating from her partner. She leaned against the deceptively small yet
powerful body behind her laying her head back to rest on her wife's
shoulder. 

"What's up, babe?" the petite blonde whispered into her lover's ear, her
warm washing over the sensitive organ causing Willow to almost purr in
arousal. "Whatcha doin' out here?" 

"Oh, it's that damn Romanian prophecy that Giles found." Willow groaned.
wallowing in her lover's protective embrace. "I can't believe he thinks
it's some kind of joke. I mean, yeah, we aren't mentioned by name or
anything, but it says something about a great price, and who always pays
the great price around here?" She didn't wait for the obvious answer.
"*Us* that's who!" 

Buffy could sense her wife's growing agitation and tried her best to
calm her. She knew her Wills well enough to know that the sensitive red
haired witch would make herself sick with worry if Buffy didn't distract
her some how. 

"Shhh, babe," Buffy whispered softly. "Don't let it worry you now. We'll
get the whole gang over here tomorrow and we won't stop until we have an
answer. Full research mode, 'kay?" 

Kissing and nipping her way to the pulse point where Willow's long
beautiful neck joined her soft white shoulders. The Slayer's heightened
senses revelled in the taste of her lover's flawless skin. 

"Ummmm...full...research...mode?" Willow groaned her voice thick with
her steadily rising desire. 

"Uh huh." Buffy answered as she began sucking, licking, and biting at
the tender flesh covering the pulsing artery just beneath that white
skin, feeling her lover's heart beating faster and faster until she was
sure it would burst. 

"Promise?" Willow breathed as the Slayer's hands slid up to cup her full
firm breasts, her calloused thumbs began teasing the redhead's quickly
hardening nipples through the thin material of her silk robe. 

"Pinky swear." Buffy whispered into her lover's ear her pink tongue
sweeping around the reddening organ. "Have I told you how hot I get when
you wear this and nothing else?" 

"Mmmm...I think I heard something about that somewhere." Willow hissed
as she turned in her wife's embrace to face her and let her burning eyes
rake over the firm athletic body of the woman that owned her heart and
soul. "I see you came to the party in the same outfit." 

Her hands began working at the belt that held her wife's robe closed. As
soon as she was successful her long, nimble fingers began roaming freely
over Buffy's muscular body: dancing lightly over the Slayer's soft,
smooth, tanned, skin leaving trails of fire with every touch. 

Buffy's senses were reeling as she put a hand behind her wife's neck,
tangling her fingers through her silky soft red hair and gently pulled
the witch's mouth to hers. 

As their lips met Buffy slid her free hand down between Willow's
beautifully shaped thighs, searching through soft red curls until she
found her lover's hot, now very wet center. Willow moaned into her
devouring mouth at the feel of it; probing caresses found her throbbing
swollen clitoris and began circling the hyper-sensitive bundle of
nerves, a slim finger searching out the center of her urgent desire. 

They opened their minds to each other, sharing the impulses and feeling
that were scorching along their nerves throughout their bodies. 

"Oh... my... sweet... Goddess..." Willow sighed as their lips parted and
her head fell back. "I love you, Buffy..." 

"I love you too, my Sorceress." Buffy gasped as her lover's hot wet
mouth found and engulfed a hard nipple and began sucking firmly. "If you
have me under a spell for Goddess' sake don't ever release me." 

In a surge of passion, she swept her wife up and cradled the redhead in
her arms. Willow wrapped her arms around her neck and began nuzzling and
kissing, knowing exactly what it did to her lover. 

"No spells, my Slayer." she whispered with a smile. "All there is
between us is love." 

Buffy smiled: without further words, she carried her Sorceress inside
and up to their bedroom. 

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END 2
TBC 
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There ya go hope ya like it.
~A~