Part Ten
Buffy slid into the booth in the tiny, out of the way diner, and tried to focus her thoughts on the woman seated across from her. Although she was having a hard time doing so with Willow seated next to her, who seemed quite content to continue her low purring. Granted it was low enough that normal people couldn't hear it, but for the Slayer is was very distracting.
"She's not aware of the purring." Dysis said with amusement, clearly enjoying the Slayer's discomfort. It wasn't often she got to deal with mortals, but a promise was a promise, and she was finding the young blonde mortal to be very interesting.
"Huh?" Came the reply from her two companions, bringing a smile to Dysis's face.
"You're purring Willow, your young friend is finding it rather distracting." She replied with a devious grin. "Huh, I am?" Willow said in disbelief, turning her senses inward to take quick stock of herself. Sure enough she was purring, her cat very pleased with having it's life-mate sitting so close as they were about to eat. "Sorry." Willow said sheepishly, consciously stopping herself from purring. 'I can't believe I was doing that!'
"You have to forgive Willow, she's usually not like this,......until, oh, around the full moon. But your rather unique scent is throwing things off for her." Dysis explained her eyes shining with laughter. These two were proving to be truly entertaining to say the least, she just may give some hard thought to moving to Sunnydale so she can continue to be amused by them in the future.
"Again with the scent thing." Buffy grumbled leaning back on the padded
bench, settling in for the time being. Strangely, now that Willow had stopped purring, she found herself missing the low steady rumble that had been distracting her just moments ago. "What is it with you people that you go around smelling people?" She questioned.
"Its not what you are thinking, my young friend." Dysis assured her with a calm smile. "I'm not sensing you like Willow does. You have to understand, for a Brahan, their senses are very important. It literally governs how
they perceive and react to the world around them. It's a very delicate balance that is not often thrown off, but when it does the Brahan experiences difficulty in controlling themselves. Like what Willow is going through right now, you're scent is rather intoxicating to her. Which in
turn is throwing off her self-control."
"So you're saying that I'm..." Buffy began.
"Pretty much catnip to Willow." Dysis finished with a straight face.
"I am??" Buffy gasped in disbelief, absently wondering why she took such great pleasure in hearing the words. Maybe she had been hit on the head one too many times, because she was pretty sure that she should be grossed out right about now.
"Just shoot me now," Willow groaned dropping her head to the tabletop, her face nearly as red as her hair. She couldn't believe that they were having this conversation in the first place. 'Leave it to Dysis to pick the most embarrassing topic to talk about,' she ruefully thought, wondering if it was truly possible to die from embarrassment.
"Okay, so am I going to get this type of reaction from all of these Brahan guys?" Buffy asked carefully, she wasn't sure if she could tolerate having a bunch of people purring every time she walked into the room.
"Not if they want to keep their hearts!" Willow growled looking up from the tabletop, she had found thus far to be very fascinating, her eyes flashing. No one was going to be purring to her life-mate, but her! It just wasn't going to be happening, not while she was around.
"Did I mention that Brahan tend to be possessive toward their loved ones?" Dysis asked innocently not at all concerned about Willow's outburst.
"Aha," Buffy replied trying to ignore that annoying little voice that seemed rather pleased that someone would be willing to rip out the hearts of anyone who would purr at her. 'Only on the hellmouth,' she thought to herself,
wondering if it could get any weirder. Only to realize that she just jinxed herself with that thought, this was Sunnydale after all, the place was primed to make her life a living hell.
"Don't worry, I'm sure that you two could come up with a suitable solution to the problem at hand." Dysis said soberly. "You are going to have to
explain things to her." She stressed to Willow who ran a hand through her hair in defeat. Dysis was right, she would have to explain the bonding ceremony to Buffy sometime in the near future, if nothing else but to avoid any unpleasant situations that may come up. Nothing ruined a perfectly good get together than having to rip someone's heart out in full view of everyone. And Willow was certain that that would be the outcome if anyone from her clan so much as blinked funny at her life-mate.
"Explain what?" Buffy asked, noting that Willow had begun to growl lowly.
"I'll tell you later, in private." Willow offered, her eyes begging the
blonde sitting beside her to please just trust her. She really didn't want to explain the ins and outs of a Brahan mating ritual right now, not with her cat offering helpful details on some of the more exotic points of the whole thing.
"As for your scent." Dysis spoke, breaking the staring contest the two had seemed to have fallen into. 'They just had to discover their hormones now!,' she silently cursed with a shake of her head. 'I'm getting too old for this.'