"I take it that Willow has explained to you what a Brijas and a Soljinn are?" Dysis asked once she had regained their attention. Recalling the
phone call she received last night from her old friend Marco, explaining
Willow's unusual behavior that night. Now that she could observe Willow
first hand, Dysis could see just how out of control the young werecat really was.
"Yeah, Wills said that a Brijas was a titan, like in Greek mythology. Very old, very powerful, like to live on top of mountains a lot." Buffy replied, trying to remember her mythology as best she could.
Dysis couldn't help it, she had to laugh; she hadn't heard her family described in quite a manner for centuries. 'Like to live on top of mountains, indeed,' she thought with a grin. "And Soljinn?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. 'Can't wait for the answer to this one.' She thought with a smirk, leaning back against the padded bench.
"Soljinn are related to the elves," the Slayer replied slower, her mind still trying to figure that one out.
"Close, the Soljinn are an off-shoot race of a couple of the fire elves tribes and one really lost Amazon tribe." Dysis explained with a small grin. "They made very interesting children, hell raisers every last one of them. Of course, that is what you get when you intermix a bunch of elves with attitudes with some of Ares's favourite daughters." She added with a wicked grin.
"If you say so." Buffy answered with a grin of her own, not all that sure of what the other woman was telling her. She'd have to get Giles to research it for her later, she decided, her little Slayer voice whispering that this was really something she needed to know.
'Oh I do kid, I really do.' Dysis thought to herself, wondering when the kid was going to put it all together. 'The Fates have out done themselves with you two, I don't even think they've realize it yet.' She said to herself, deciding that a move to Sunnydale wasn't such a bad idea after all, things were going to get real interesting with these two running lose. And best of all she was going to have a ringside seat to it all. 'Maybe losing that bet to Ares wasn't so bad after all.'
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Later - the high school
Rupert Giles loved his books, there was simply no way around it, his books were his children. And like any proud parent, he was reluctant to let his "babies" leave the nest so to speak. Especially when the book in question was from his personal collection, or to put it more bluntly, one of his demon and other such monsters books. Aside from the fact that the general populace would probably dismiss the existence of such a book as the product of some overactive imagination, his books were extremely valuable to the
Slayer's work and he could not risk them being lost.
"Translation: don't touch the Librarian's books, it makes him cranky!"
Willow barely suppressed a laugh at the Slayer's whispered words as the librarian in question continued his monologue of what not to do in his library. Despite herself, Willow was finding that she actually liked the British librarian/watcher. She hadn't been sure of what kind of reception she would be getting from the older man after the little incident at the
Bronze last night. Most humans found it disrupting witnessing her rip out someone's throat. Granted, she was only killing a vampire, but you still had the whole 'ick' factor to take into account. 'Which apparently didn't count to the Watcher,' her cat had decided with a mental shrug. 'I've got to get him and Marco together.' She added cocking her head to one side as the Watcher continued to explain proper library etiquette, which mainly involved not looking at any of the "special" books without Giles consent
and/or leaving your first born as collateral in case of damage.
Willow was brought out of her silent musings by a hand waving in front of her face. "Huh?" She questioned with a shake of her head, discovering that Buffy was now standing in front of her with a curious look on her face.
"Want to rejoin the rest of us? Or is it really nice were you're at?" The Slayer asked playfully, wondering what the redhead had been thinking about for the past five minutes.
"Er.... I'll rejoin you..here." Willow replied wondering just when Buffy had moved and where the librarian had disappeared too.
"Good," Buffy replied with a wide grin, insanely happy to have finally gotten the redhead alone. Giles had gone to a staff meeting, leaving the two of them in the library. "Ah, Giles wants me to clean things up here. Want to give me a hand?" She asked with a wave of her hand indicating the research table behind her littered with the various books of demon lore that made up Giles's precious collection.
"Yeah, sure no problem," Willow replied with a smile of her own. Her cat jumping up and down in excitement, 'we finally got her alone!' it crowed
with delight. 'And doesn't that table look comfortable?' The cat whispered with a purr to Willow's human self, supplying mental images of the possible future uses for that very table, few of which had anything to do with research. Although her cat kept insisting that studying the human anatomy would be consider 'research' if done properly with the right partner and
lots of candles, and chocolate sauce. 'Can't forget the chocolate sauce, it wouldn't be studying anatomy without the chocolate' her cat stressed with glee.
End Part Eleven.
STORMCHASER (12/?)
"You're purring again," Buffy said as she put the last stack of books down in the cage. In truth Willow had been purring the entire time, but the Slayer had been enjoying the soothing sound so much she hadn't mentioned
anything earlier. 'Must be why so many people keep cats,' she thought to herself with a mental shrug, before turning around and finding herself face to face the still purring Willow.
"I know," Willow replied in a purr, her eyes almost shinning as they stared into the Slayer's. "You know that you to have the most remarkable scent, right?" She questioned taking a step closer to Buffy. "Very nice actually, just calls out to you...begging for a touch...intoxicating..." she finished in a whisper reaching out to run one finger down the Slayer's throat.
'Intoxicating! Oh damn...' Buffy thought, she had been told twice that her scent was intoxicating to Willow, but did she listen? No. She was too busy listening to her annoying little Slayer voice whispering all kinds of helpful suggestions about Willow to pay attention to anything else. {A large amount of those very suggestions involving the redhead naked and screaming out her name}. The same little voice that was even now making suggestions on how to get the redhead out of her clothing and see just how loud she could purr. 'No! No!! Bad Slayer!' she told herself firmly even as she
found herself taking her own little step closer to Willow. Her little Slayer-voice cheering merrily in the background, shouting encouragements the entire time, like she really needed any right now. Her body seemed to be getting into the swing of things all by itself. "Ah, Will...I don't think this is a good idea..." She said softly, even as she found herself lowering her head towards the redhead.
Time seemed to stand still as their lips touched, the only sound in the library was Willow's purring that was more felt then heard. The sound seemed to sink deep into Buffy's bones, soothing and calming her even as it aroused other things. 'It is right, the way it should be,' her annoying
little Slayer-voice kept insisting in the back of her mind. "Oh shut up," The Slayer muttered before slipping her tongue into Willow's mouth and pushing the redhead up against the cage wall.
Willow's cat purred merrily as their tongues battled for dominance, while she wasn't quite sure whom the Slayer was talking to when she said shut up. She really didn't care, all that mattered was that this was her life-mate kissing her and not another soul, or leech for that matter, was in sight to interrupt them. 'Yes the way it should be,' her cat firmly agreed as she slipped her hands under the Slayer's shirt. "Nice..." Willow hissed pulling away from Buffy to take a few deep breathes, even as her hands continue to roam under the Slayer's shirt, enjoying the feel of the warm
tanned skin. "Mine!" She growled staring deeply into her life-mate's eyes, before turning her attention to Buffy's neck.
With that statement the Slayer learned three very important things. One, that Dysis was not kidding when she said Will's people tended to be possessive with their loved one. Two, she wasn't as grossed out as she thought she would be at being thought of as property. In fact, her little slayer-voice seemed down right pleased with Willow's possessiveness, boy was that little voice was really beginning to get on her nerves at times. And third, and most importantly, Willow has fangs! Pulling away from her, Buffy puts her hand under Willow's chin and lifts it up. "You have fangs!" She said a bit breathlessly. 'How in the hell did I miss THAT when I was kissing her?' She wondered absently, ignoring her protesting Slayer-voice who had been totally turned on by the sharp little fangs nibbling on her neck.
"Huh?...oh sorry...not much I can do about that, they are always there,"
Willow replied after a moment, trying to figure out what had distracted her life-mate. "I forgot I had them," She added with a little grin, her cat jumping up and down yelling 'enough talk get back to the good stuff, she was about to start purring too' in the back of her mind.
"Oh to hell with it," Buffy said after a moment, if Willow really wanted to kill her she would have done it by now. Besides the redhead was doing the most remarkable things with her hands, why stop now? They could have the whole fang discussion thing later, right now she wanted those fangs nibbling on her neck some more. She decided with a little shrug taking Willow's lips. Her tongue slipping past the redhead's lips and playfully running along her upper fangs. Now that she knew they were there they suddenly became more interesting. Willow certainly seemed to like Buffy running her tongue around them, her purring had gotten even louder. That was when the Slayer learned another interesting thing about Willow - unlike a vampire she just didn't have an upper set of fangs, she had a lower, smaller set as well. She learned this little fact when she accidentally cut the tip of her tongue on one of the little fangs.
Willow's eyes shot open as she tasted Buffy's blood in her mouth, her cat eagerly pushing forward, with a demand to claim what was hers and be done with it. Firmly pushing down her cat, Willow concentrated on the feel of her life-mate in her arms as she slipped her hands into the Slayer's jeans. 'Now is not the time to do any claiming. Not yet anyway, it is too soon for her,' Willow's human self hissed at the frustrated cat in the back of the back of her mind.
Then it was Buffy's turn to have her eyes shoot open in shock as she felt one of Willow's fingers slip into her warmth. Absently wondering when the redhead had gotten her jeans undone without her noticing it. Only to have the thought slip her mind as Willow's lonely little finger was suddenly joined by a second and third finger, working in unison to drive a certain blonde Slayer over the edge. Unable to control herself any longer, Buffy began to move with Willow's trusting hand, her low moans joining Willow's purrs humming throughout the otherwise quiet library. 'Oh she is good at this,' Buffy thought happily ripping her mouth away from Willow's lips to begin her attack on the redhead's neck. 'Turn about is fair play,' she told herself merrily, grinning wickedly against her lover's warm neck before playfully nibbling at the flesh under her lips.
Willow growled approvingly as she felt her life-mate's playful nips on her neck, her hand moving steadily within her lover. 'Oh yeah, it is exactly the way it should be,' her cat and human-self agreed contently.
Buffy chuckled evilly at Willow's low growl, enjoying the reaction her efforts were getting. 'Seems my little kitten likes being bitten,' she thought evilly, her hands eagerly working on the zipper of Willow's leather pants. 'Why the hell does she wear leather, anyway?' she questioned as she felt her orgasm beginning to build. 'She is way too talented with her hands,' was her last coherent thought as she went over the edge, covering Willow's hand with her cum as she came with a strangled cry. Her faced buried in Willow's neck muffling most of the sound.
Carefully comforting her life-mate as she slowly came back to herself, Willow found herself dealing with her frustrated cat. While on one hand she was pleased beyond belief that she had brought her life-mat such pleasure, if the pounding heart and gasps for breath were any indication, on the other, her cat was a bit peeved, her enhanced hearing having picked up voices approaching the library. "Buffy? We're about to have company." She whispered calmly into her mate's ear, chuckling at the immediate reaction her words caused.
Buffy's eyes widened again as she tried to pull away from her lover, only to discover that Willow's hand was still inside her and didn't seen to be in any hurry to move said hand anytime soon. "Wills!" she growled as Willow twitched her hand within her before pulling completely out. Drawing her
hand out of Buffy's pants, Willow regarded her life-mate with hooded eyes and a small smirk, before a naughty little grin lit up her face. Catching the Slayer's eyes, as she hurriedly tried to get her clothes in order, Willow brought up her hand covered in Buffy's juices and proceeded to lick her hand clean, a dark light glowing behind her green eyes. With one final lick, Willow suddenly leaned forward and gave her life-mate one final breath-stealing kiss, before releasing her with a playful wink and a promising smile.
"You do NOT play fair," Buffy hissed, buttoning her jeans, trying to get her pounding heart not to beat itself out of her chest. Only to be greeted by a playful chuckle in reply.
"I never said I did."
More to come...