Title:
Repercussions, Reactions and Retaliation Book IV
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Chapter 9 (10,981
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“Mmm,”
Xander hummed in pleasure as he gently woke. ‘Comfy,’ he thought,
feeling a pleasant lethargy, knowing he didn’t have any immediate need to
get up from his pleasant surroundings.
He blinked his eyes open,
and smiled widely at the sight before him.
“You are so damn
beautiful,” he said, speaking the first thing to come to mind.
Dawn, who had
apparently been observing him intently as she lay facing him, smiled in return.
“What’cha
thinking?” he asked after a moment of continued silence on her part.
“You never did
tell me how your talk with
“Well, I was
gonna tell you all about it, but when I got back to the room I got attacked by
this incredibly sexy brunette,” he answered, in no way sounding upset
about the situation. “I didn’t have much opportunity to
talk—she kept my mouth busy on ‘other things’ if you know
what I mean.”
“Hmm, I
didn’t hear you complaining,” Dawn chuckled.
“And you never,
ever, ever will,” he answered back both serious and happy.
“She’s got
the hots for you, you know?” she said, still grinning.
‘How unsurprised
am I that she knew that when I had no idea?’ Xander thought. Despite an
initial inclination to avoid the topic, he just nodded. “Yeah, she told
me.”
“And you had no
clue, right?” she added with a smirk.
“None what so
ever,” he admitted sheepishly.
Dawn’s smile
fell away and her face was serious as she asked, “Do you want her?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love
her?” she asked evenly.
“I do,” he
nodded.
“As much as you
love me?” she asked, just a hint of insecurity in her voice.
He inhaled to answer
no, and suddenly was struck by the question. ‘Do I?’ He
considered the idea for a moment and finally answered, “Almost, but not
exactly the same way.”
She frowned slightly,
and then asked, “What do you mean?”
“She said she
didn’t know how to be
“I think I get
that, a little at least,” Dawn allowed.
“I do know
this,” he added. “Without
Dawn’s mouth
formed a pout and her voice was rough with emotion as she agreed. “I
know exactly what you mean.”
He smiled and tried to
lighten the mood. “I can say from experience that the thought of dying
is far less scary than the thought of living without you—I think
that’s probably the best part of this shared-energy thing.”
“Knowing that if
we go, it’s together?” Dawn said, getting his point exactly.
“Yep,” he
agreed. “Now, for the sixty-thousand dollar question...do you want
A look of trepidation
crossed her face and she licked her lips before nodding her head ever so
slightly.
He blinked his eyes
for a moment as he processed the concept. ‘I’ll never get that
image out of my head,’ he thought as the picture of his lover and his
best friend locked in a passionate embrace filled his mind.
“Are you
mad?” she asked quietly.
“God no!”
he blurted out. “Are you mad that I–” he trailed off a
moment later.
“No, I kinda
expected it,” she said with a knowing smile.
“It
doesn’t matter anyway,” Xander said, running his hand down his
lover’s side. “She belongs to your sister.”
“Yeah, not to
mention
“Yeah,” he
agreed as she trailed off. “I know exactly what you mean.”
They lay together
silently for a few moments while Xander let visions of Willow-Dawn snuggles
dance through his head. Eventually a related question occurred to him.
“Not that I mind...but I thought you weren’t really into the whole
girl-girl loving. When did that change?”
“Mmm, not
sure,” Dawn said thoughtfully. “I don’t know that I really
changed, I mean, I’m not sure I am into girls.”
“But,”
Xander began, confused.
“Except
He frowned slightly at
that. “You mean like magic?”
“No...well,
kinda—but more like just...life,” she said, sounding unsure of her
words. “I don’t really know how to explain it...I mean I
haven’t really thought about it to much. She’s just so vivacious!
It’s infectious—I feel more alive just being around her, and when I
started to notice her noticing me, then I started to feel that way too. I
don’t really feel anything for other women.”
“So
“She’s
beautiful, I notice that, but...I dunno, she doesn’t really give me
warm-drippy feelings like
‘Great googly
moogly!’ Xander thought, feeling himself become extremely aroused at her
description. “Warm-drippy feelings?” he asked hoarsely.
“Oh yeah!”
she purred.
“Haminaha–”
Xander mumbled as her hand traced down his erection to cup his balls gently.
“When she gives
me that hungry look, like she wants to lick me all over?” Dawn spoke
seductively, softly rubbing his sack.
“Uh huh?”
he prompted with a squeak.
“I start to feel
this warm and gooey feeling in my belly...and pretty soon that feeling moves
down and I start to get all wet and drippy in my panties. Mmm, I’m
getting wet just thinking about it.”
‘Evil, evil
woman!’ he thought.
«Like you really
mind,» he heard her lusty thought in his head.
“You wanna feel
how wet I am Xander?” she asked in a little-girl voice that was eerily
reminiscent of
He groaned loudly in
response.
She let off playing
with his balls and reached down between her legs. She closed her eyes and
hummed with delight as she touched herself.
‘Holy freaking
God!’ he thought, completely entranced by the open lust and pleasure on
her face.
Her eyes opened and
she smiled wickedly as she brought her hand up between their faces.
“See?” she asked with false innocence.
He focused on her hand
and groaned once again as he saw the glistening fingers, her juices dripping
down onto her palm.
“Wanna
taste?” she smirked.
‘You go ahead,
I’m goin' to the source!’ he thought as a growl reverberated in his
throat.
Immediately he rolled them
over with him on top, eliciting a delighted squeal from his lover. He wasted
no time moving down toward the foot of the bed and insinuating himself between
her sleek thighs.
«God yes!» he heard in
his mind and he knew without looking that she was sucking the wetness off her
fingers even before he had arrived at his destination.
He laid his tongue
wide and flat over the opening to her sex and slowly licked upward, loudly
slurping up her honey.
He delved into her
with his tongue for several minutes, causing her to twitch and jerk as he
stroked inside of her. When he could hear her chanting his name both mentally
and out loud, he replaced his tongue with two fingers and took her swollen clit
into his mouth, sucking strongly.
She cried out
wordlessly but his name was the only thing he heard on her mind as she
shattered.
‘God,
Dawn!’ he screeched mentally, feeling a pulse of energy run through his
tongue, down his body and straight to his cock. As if his tongue was a conduit
to her orgasm, he immediately came, spilling himself onto the bed sheets.
“Well,
that’s never happened before!” he mumbled in shock, once he’d
caught his breath.
“Kind of a
waste,” Dawn panted, pouting at him as he looked up to her face.
He pushed himself up
the bed and rolled onto his back beside her, laughing at the strangeness of the
situation, and her subsequent comment.
“There’s
always more where that came from,” he teased noticing her eyes moving
down to his still-erect dick.
“Mmhm!”
she hummed as she zeroed in on him.
“Oh yeah!”
he crooned happily as she began to lick him clean of his previous release. He
relaxed back onto the bed as she languorously sucked him in and out of her
mouth.
«I so love doing this
to you!» Dawn sent into his mind with a happy emotional context.
“Gah!
Won’t hear me complaining about it!” he gasped in response,
eliciting a muffled giggle from his lover.
«Hmm, I just thought
of a way to put that healing thing to good use,» she thought to him.
“Huh?
What–” he started to ask, but was shocked silent as she suddenly
forced her head down on him, taking him deep into her throat with a muffled
cry.
“Dawn!” he
shouted, at once horrified by the thought of hurting her, and then quickly
ashamed as her constricting swallows caused him to cum powerfully.
‘I’m a
bad, bad man,’ he lamented silently, feeling guilty and aroused and then
even guilty that he was aroused by her actions.
Dawn slowly slid him
out of her mouth, sucking out every last drop as she moved. Releasing him with
a loud slurp, she immediately chastised him, “Hey! I wanted to do that;
I’ve been wanting to do that since our first time.”
“But, I hurt
you!” he whined.
“No, I hurt
me,” she corrected. “I know you’d never do that to me in a
million years...plus, the healing thing worked and I felt fine like less than a
second after I did it.” She crawled up next to him and lay up against
his side, embracing him and snuggling her head against his neck. “Now
I’ll be able to do it all the time—without any pain at all,”
she added softly.
“You know, you
don’t have to try and do anything wild or crazy...I have never been
anything less than completely satisfied with our love making—hell, more
like completely amazed!” he tried to gently reassure her.
“Have you ever
said no to anything I’ve wanted to try?” she rebutted.
“Well...”
he trailed off.
“No, you
haven’t,” she answered for him. “Any thought or desire
I’ve had, you went right along with it—just another one of the
many, many things I love about you Xander.” Her hand was warm on his
chest, stroking him as she continued, “You need to realize that I want
the exact same for you. I know you love being deep-throated...Anya could never
shut up about how it blew your mind.”
“I...uh,”
he stammered, blushing furiously.
“God, Xan! Get
a clue!” she growled, pushing up and straddling his pelvis and putting
her hands on her hips in clear exasperation.
‘Jeeze
she’s hot!’ he immediately thought, feeling his cock swell between
them against her sex.
She smirked down at
him and rubbed herself a bit against him. “Don’t you want to
fulfill my every dream, my every sexual fantasy?”
“Of
course!” he immediately responded without the slightest need for
deliberation.
“Not just
because you feel obligated, but because you really want to, right?” she
pressed the subject even as she pressed her slick lips along his erection.
“Of
course!” he again affirmed.
She stopped her
movements and leaned toward him, bracing her hands against his chest.
“Don’t you think I want to do the same thing for you?” she
asked in an intent whisper.
“I...I
never–” he stammered, feeling surprise even as he chided himself.
‘I should really know better.’
“You really
should,” she agreed with his unspoken thought. “Xander, I want to
be your everything...to do everything you could ever dream of—from the
sweetest, most romantic lovemaking right down to the filthiest, nastiest,
kinkiest thing you’ve ever felt the urge to do but tried to deny that you
could really want.”
“I...wow!”
he breathed. ‘No words–’ he thought, unable to find a way to
adequately communicate the intense and overwhelming emotional response that
surged through him.
She rose up and slid
down with him inside of her. «I belong to you! I...am...yours!» she fed
directly into his mind over and over as she rode him at a gallop. Their bodies
slapping loudly together.
Finally, he snapped
and flipped them over, growling “Mine!” as he ferociously pounded
himself into her.
It was unclear who
came first, but whichever it was set off the other and started a feedback loop,
and they orgasmed for what felt like hours. At the end of it he growled out
loud, “You’re mine, Dawn! I own you!”
Collapsing against
her, her gasped reply, “Damn right!” was the last thing he heard
before fatigue overtook him and darkness fell.
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“Hey Grissom,
you got a minute?” Sara’s voice caused Gil Grissom to look up from
the journal that was lying open on his desk.
He blinked a couple of
times before her question filtered in to his mind completely.
“Sure,” he answered.
She frowned slightly
as she sat in front of his desk. “What are you reading?” she
asked, gesturing toward his desk.
He looked down at the
printed pages once again before lifting his eyes to meet her gaze.
“Actually, I have no idea,” he answered with a raised eyebrow.
“Can’t
stop thinking about it, huh?” she asked knowingly. “Me
neither.”
“It...It changes
everything,” he said—hesitantly voicing his fear.
He shuddered slightly
and shook his head before once again pushing his trepidation down under a
mental weight of denial. “So, what have you got?”
Sara sighed.
“Nothing surprising,” she said, tossing a folder onto his desk.
“Bloodwork came back—DNA on the bullets and blood in the
morgue-tray is a positive match to the blood we collected at the scene and on
Summers’ clothes, and on the labcoat he returned. AV says the video of
Harris leaving the building matches the photos from the scene—they ran it
through two different types of facial recognition software and both were a
greater than 99.9% match.”
Despite expecting
exactly that, Gil again felt a shudder crawl up his back. ‘It’s
just not possible!’ his mind protested. Outwardly he kept up a façade of
normality, smirking slightly as he said, “And that’s not
surprising?”
“You know what I
mean,” she answered with narrowed eyes.
He nodded slightly in
response. ‘If these things are real, how come we’ve never
encountered them before?’ he wondered to himself.
“It makes you
wonder how many times we’ve run into magic before without knowing
it,” Sara mused aloud.
Gil jerked slightly at
the similitude of her thinking. Fortunately she didn’t seem to notice.
“Now I’m
wondering if every unsolved case I’ve ever had is because I didn’t
take into account the possibility of...you know–”
“Magic?”
he forced himself to say it aloud despite yet another shudder.
“Even worse, I
wonder if we’ve helped convict innocent people because we–”
“We go where the
evidence takes us, Sara, nothing more,” he quickly interjected.
“Except we now
know that the evidence can be completely wrong,” she argued. “All
the evidence tells us that Alexander Harris was shot and killed on Freemont
Street two nights ago—except he’s not, not anymore!”
‘Oh dear,
she’s clearly feeling the effects of this just as much as I am,’ he
thought sadly, unable to come up with any answer to give her.
The long silence was
interrupted by a knock on his door. He looked up and saw Greg Saunders—lab
tech and wannabe CSI—waving a folder at him with an excited look on his
face. With a resigned sigh, he waved him in.
“Hey
Sara,” the spiky haired man said as an aside upon entering. “Gris,
I found a match one of the DNA samples from the other night,”
“Yeah Greg, we
already know,” Sara interjected.
“How could you
already know, I just ran it,” Greg answered with a frown.
“What’ve
you got, Greg?” Grissom interrupted before a full-blown argument could
rise.
“Well, with all
the fuss over the night of the living dead,” he began, causing Sara to
roll her eyes while Grissom frowned at the younger man. “I didn’t
get around to running the routine sample we took from the girl—Dawn
Summers.”
“Summers was in
CODIS?” Sara blurted out in shock.
“No, but she was
a match to an unsolved from earlier this year,” Greg explained.
“Really? Which
case?” Grissom asked, suddenly very interested at the reason for the
younger man’s smile.
“Remember the
two shooting victims in chain-mail armor?” he answered.
“The ones with
the funky tattoos on their foreheads?” Sara remembered with a frown.
“Yep, sunburst
tattoos with bullet holes right through the middle of them,” Greg
agreed. “You might remember that someone tossed their cookies right next
to one of them.”
“Dawn Summers, I
presume?” Grissom asked.
“Fourteen
alleles in common,” Greg answered. “It was either her or her
clone.”
“Well,
that’s interesting,” Sara mused.
Greg’s next
comment was interrupted by the ringing of Grissom’s office phone.
“Yes?” he
answered the call. ‘Eckley, wonderful,’ he thought with a frown as
his supervisor’s voice jarred him out of his previous train of thought.
“I want you and
Sitle in my office immediately,” Conrad Eckley’s nasal tone was
laden with disapproval as he issued his order.
“Actually, I was
just in the middle–”
“I don’t
care, stop whatever you were doing and bring yourself and Sara to my office.
Now.” the phone clicked and then the dial tone sounded.
“Who was
that?” Sara asked with a look of surprise on her face.
“Eckley,”
Grissom answered flatly.
“Great, what did
he want?” she asked in a tone that reflected his own emotional state.
“You and I, in
his office,” Grissom explained.
“What do you
want me to do with this?” Greg interjected, his eyebrows raised as he looked
back and forth between his co-workers.
Grissom sighed
slightly as he rose from his chair. “Hopefully, we can discuss that in a
few minutes.”
“Hopefully?”
Greg asked, his look of surprise growing.
“That
bad?” Sara asked, her normally even tone laced with a worried note.
“I hope
not,” he answered despite the feeling to the contrary.
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“Could you
please explain to me what the hell this is supposed to be?” the words
spilled forth from Conrad Eckley’s mouth the moment Sara and Grissom
entered his office.
‘Well
that’s definitely not good,’ Sara thought, noticing that the small
veins on Eckley’s temples were prominent and throbbing.
Grissom seemed
nonplussed, peering over his supervisor’s desk and examining the document
being referenced. “It appears to be my report on the Harris case, though
I can’t be certain with it shaking like that.
‘Uh oh,’
Sara thought. ‘Blood pressure that high can’t be good,’ she
noted to herself upon seeing Eckley’s entire head suffuse with blood.
“I will not have
you turn this department into a laughing stock,” Eckley ground out
between clenched teeth. “This...this...” he sputtered, shaking the
document in his hand as he appeared to search for the right words.
“There’s
nothing in that document except for a factual statement of my
observations,” Grissom maintained a calm demeanor as he interjected his
comment.
“You put the
other night in a report?” Sara hissed in shock.
‘Oops!’
she thought as Eckley’s attention snapped from him to her. ‘So
much for keeping my head down and my mouth shut.’
She thought he might
have a stroke right there, but he managed to visibly calm himself. “I am
not accepting this,” he said with a hint of his usual sneer. Then he
crushed it into a wad of paper and threw it into the trash.
“You can’t
do that,” Grissom began to protest mildly.
“I’m
putting you both on mandatory thirty-day medical leave,” Eckley went on.
“Unless you do
that,” Grissom amended his earlier protest.
“I’m also
formally noting in both your files my recommendation that you seek counseling
related to the possibility of stress-induced psychosis.
“That’s
ridiculous!” she protested, again violating her own strategy of silence.
“We have cases we’re working–”
“I’m
reassigning all open cases to someone who isn’t irrational,” Eckley
again overrode the protest. “Now get out, both of you, and don’t
come back until you can at least act like you’re sane.”
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