Destiny Lost
#2: In the Space of Desire
Authors: Sonya and Erin
E-mail: sonyajeb@swbell.net OR carynsilver@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: B/X, O/Other, AU, action/adventure, romance
Summary: This is a sequel to our epic saga "In the Space of a Heartbeat," which is a story about what would happen if Buffy had never gotten the Slayer powers.
Disclaimer: We do not own Buffy or any of the original characters or ideas from the show. They all belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc. All we own is our own creative genius (unless that's too strong a word :) and any characters we make up.
Distribution: Regulars... SURE!!! Newbies... ask and you shall recieve!
Feedback: Love it! We want to know your likes AND dislikes. Flames are the only thing we do not accept.
Spoilers: None much for the shows, but heavy spoilers for the earlier installments of this fanfic series!
Author's Note: Any and all critism/comments are welcome! Feedback is always valued!!!!! We're mainly looking to see if this flows well and fits in nicely with "Halloween Incident" and ISOH. Continuality is important to us!
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Prologue
In her dreams she could walk, and she would take long strolls down the beach simply enjoying the salty sea air and the feeling of the wind blowing her long, chestnut tresses away from her face. It was a luxury that she didn't have in real life. So she had quickly learned to appreciate her dreams.
She sighed as she walked, stopping to dig her toes into the warm, white sand. The foamy waves crashed against her ankles, tickling her feet as the wet sand ran down off of her toes and made its way in little trickles to the ground. This was heaven.
A chill ran through her body as the wind blew past her again. She wrapped her arms around herself, instantly wishing that she thought to bring a jacket of some sort. Then strong arms circled her waist and she felt the heat of a body behind her as she was pulled back against a muscular chest. She sighed again, leaning into his embrace and resting her head on his shoulder. She ran her fingers up and down his arms lightly, and they tightened around her in response, one of his hands softly caressing her bare mid-drift and the other resting lightly on her hip. His fingers drew lazy circles on her tummy and she shivered, though not in response to the chilly night air.
"Xander," she breathed, her voice sounding low and husky to her own ears.
He gently turned her around, never letting his hands lose contact with her body, and faced her, smiling that crooked smile that she loved so much. His hands glided up her sides and stopped at her neck, softly stroking her throat. As he pulled her closer, her eyes drifted shut and she licked her lips nervously. She heard him chuckle as he traced a finger across her trembling lips. His warm breath tickled her cheek as his face slowly neared hers. Unable to wait a second longer, she let out a small growl and reached her hands up behind his neck, pulling his face down to hers. As their lips finally touched, she sighed, losing herself in his kisses. He tasted so sweet... like honey...
The alarm clock next to the sleeping girl's bed began to blare obnoxiously loud country music and she jerked awake, smashing her hand down on the snooze button to silence the racket. Sonya moaned, running a hand over her sleep blurred eyes. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was almost 2:30 in the morning. "Damn it!" she groused, picking up her clock and giving it a glare. "I set this thing wrong AGAIN!"
Sonya looked out the window. The sky was black as night, which made sense, since it was night. Sonya frowned, realizing that she was now wide awake. "I'm never gonna get back to sleep." Giving up on the idea of slumber, she pushed her covers back and sat up straight.
As Sonya reached out and pulled her wheelchair closer to the bed, she sighed. She'd had the dream again. That was the fourth time this week. "Something is seriously wrong with you, girl," she muttered as she lifted herself into her wheelchair. "You SO need to get a life. Xander's with Buffy now. It's a lost cause."
But try as she might, Sonya still couldn't get the feeling of his arms and his lips out of her mind. It might have only been in her dreams, but it had damn well felt real. As she sat in her chair and looked out the window at the sliver of moon that glimmered in the sky, Sonya wondered what Xander and Buffy were doing right now. A sense of longing passed through her, its surprising intensity leaving her trembling in its wake. She crossed her arms over her chest and slouched down in her chair frumpily. Life sucked.
#2: In the Space of Desire
Authors: Sonya and Erin
E-mail: sonyajeb@swbell.net OR carynsilver@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: B/X, O/Other, AU, action/adventure, romance
Summary: This is a sequel to our epic saga "In the Space of a Heartbeat," which is a story about what would happen if Buffy had never gotten the Slayer powers.
Disclaimer: We do not own Buffy or any of the original characters or ideas from the show. They all belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc. All we own is our own creative genius (unless that's too strong a word :) and any characters we make up.
Distribution: Regulars... SURE!!! Newbies... ask and you shall recieve!
Feedback: Love it! We want to know your likes AND dislikes. Flames are the only thing we do not accept.
Spoilers: None much for the shows, but heavy spoilers for the earlier installments of this fanfic series!
Author's Note: Any and all critism/comments are welcome! Feedback is always valued!!!!! We're mainly looking to see if this flows well and fits in nicely with "Halloween Incident" and ISOH. Continuality is important to us!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Prologue
In her dreams she could walk, and she would take long strolls down the beach simply enjoying the salty sea air and the feeling of the wind blowing her long, chestnut tresses away from her face. It was a luxury that she didn't have in real life. So she had quickly learned to appreciate her dreams.
She sighed as she walked, stopping to dig her toes into the warm, white sand. The foamy waves crashed against her ankles, tickling her feet as the wet sand ran down off of her toes and made its way in little trickles to the ground. This was heaven.
A chill ran through her body as the wind blew past her again. She wrapped her arms around herself, instantly wishing that she thought to bring a jacket of some sort. Then strong arms circled her waist and she felt the heat of a body behind her as she was pulled back against a muscular chest. She sighed again, leaning into his embrace and resting her head on his shoulder. She ran her fingers up and down his arms lightly, and they tightened around her in response, one of his hands softly caressing her bare mid-drift and the other resting lightly on her hip. His fingers drew lazy circles on her tummy and she shivered, though not in response to the chilly night air.
"Xander," she breathed, her voice sounding low and husky to her own ears.
He gently turned her around, never letting his hands lose contact with her body, and faced her, smiling that crooked smile that she loved so much. His hands glided up her sides and stopped at her neck, softly stroking her throat. As he pulled her closer, her eyes drifted shut and she licked her lips nervously. She heard him chuckle as he traced a finger across her trembling lips. His warm breath tickled her cheek as his face slowly neared hers. Unable to wait a second longer, she let out a small growl and reached her hands up behind his neck, pulling his face down to hers. As their lips finally touched, she sighed, losing herself in his kisses. He tasted so sweet... like honey...
The alarm clock next to the sleeping girl's bed began to blare obnoxiously loud country music and she jerked awake, smashing her hand down on the snooze button to silence the racket. Sonya moaned, running a hand over her sleep blurred eyes. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was almost 2:30 in the morning. "Damn it!" she groused, picking up her clock and giving it a glare. "I set this thing wrong AGAIN!"
Sonya looked out the window. The sky was black as night, which made sense, since it was night. Sonya frowned, realizing that she was now wide awake. "I'm never gonna get back to sleep." Giving up on the idea of slumber, she pushed her covers back and sat up straight.
As Sonya reached out and pulled her wheelchair closer to the bed, she sighed. She'd had the dream again. That was the fourth time this week. "Something is seriously wrong with you, girl," she muttered as she lifted herself into her wheelchair. "You SO need to get a life. Xander's with Buffy now. It's a lost cause."
But try as she might, Sonya still couldn't get the feeling of his arms and his lips out of her mind. It might have only been in her dreams, but it had damn well felt real. As she sat in her chair and looked out the window at the sliver of moon that glimmered in the sky, Sonya wondered what Xander and Buffy were doing right now. A sense of longing passed through her, its surprising intensity leaving her trembling in its wake. She crossed her arms over her chest and slouched down in her chair frumpily. Life sucked.