Stolen Kiss
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
sequel to Once A Thief, #2 in Stolen Hearts.
pairing: Willow/Remy QPC # if he isn't listed, he should be.
QPC site: http://quickie.moonlightpaths.com
disclaimer: I do not own Willow or anyone else from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I do not own Remy or anyone else from Marvel Comics.
distribution: the archives for any list I send this to, QPC, Twisting the Hellmouth, anyone that asked me for one of my other BtVS/X-Men crossovers that also wants this one.
note: AU from X-Men 350 (the Trial of Gambit) and AU from S5 finale "the Gift" will reference things before those points.
Willow wasn't quite certain how to classify her night. She'd had a long day fighting with a computer system at work, and come home to try to relax. Just as she was getting caught up in an exciting part of her book, she'd felt something cross her wards.
Just because she'd left Sunnydale after Buffy's spectacular swan dive didn't mean she'd forgotten what sort of dangers were out there. She had continued to practice her magic, and she occasionally patrolled the area, in an effort to keep the area free of any particularly nasty demony things. It didn't have the jarring near painful sensation of something trying to cause violence, but it was definitely someone or something trying to enter her house. With a moment's concentration, she traced the disturbance to the basement.
She moved carefully to the basement, readying her energy in case she was wrong, and the whatever was hostile. She felt the secondary wards kick in, immobilizing the person when they came into contact with the floor, and knew that they were in her practice room. She moved to the doorway, flipping the light on in an effort to disorient her intruder long enough to get a plan.
The man wore dark pants and a dark turtleneck sweater under a scuffed and battered dark brown leather long coat, in some ways similar to the one SPike had always worn. His reddish brown hair was as long as hers, with more of a wave to it, and he looked to be around six feet of well muscled lean man, and except for his eyes, he looked human. His eyes were pools of blackness, with nearly glowing embers of red... red irises on black eyes. It was unsettling, so she reached out to touch his aura, to get an impression of what sort of guy was standing in her practice room.
Other than amazingly attractive and sexy. That was obvious, but didn't give her any idea if he was dangerous or trustworthy.
He'd been fairly polite, with the most delightful accent, something southern, possibly cajun.
Of course, she'd been curious about what he was, considering those eyes. She'd been mentally reviewing lists of demons, trying to find a type that had eyes like that and was described as 'non-violent' or 'moderate aggression' that when he spoke, saying that he was a mutant, it was almost a complete surprise to her. A mutant... how unusual. That meant she had no guideline for what he could do, and he'd react mostly like a human... which was far to broad a range to make things simple.
Willow had decided to let him go, not really wanting the hassle of calling the police. Besides, he hadn't hurt anything, or tried to, and he hadn't taken anything, even if he'd originally planned to... and he just looked so... well, that wasn't a good reason for letting him go, but his aura seemed like he was an okay guy, a little heavy on the painful past and guilty brooding, but not a bad guy, even if he was a bit of a flirt. So she'd let him go, even leading him up the stairs to the kitchen so he could leave by a more normal way, talking a little with him, but honestly, she was paying more attention to his body and aura than his words.
Doubtless, that was why the fact that he kissed her had been such a surprise. Not just a little peck either, it had been a deep, passionate kiss with tongue and lips and... their energies had reached out, mingling, touching... Remy felt like spices and shadows and what she could only compare to a humid summer day's warmth. Wow.
When he pulled away, she was left stunned in her kitchen. Part of her mind was already reliving the moment, trying to make sure it was branded deep into her memory, never to be forgotten, and a part of her was trying to figure out why someone that gorgeous, that sexy, had kissed her. Surely he had a girlfriend? Or a date every night, a different one each night if he wanted even... for some reason, the idea didn't feel quite true, although the whole idea of Remy with someone else bothered her.
But she didn't have any hold over Remy. Surely he'd just... well, Willow had no idea why he'd kissed her, but it had been something. She found herself hoping that she would see him again.
She'd been alone for so long, ever since... well, her relationship with Oz had crashed and burned, and things with Tara had never been the same after Glory had shredded Tara's mind seeking information about the Key. Willow had been alone at Sunnydale, so she'd moved to Boston, where she was still alone. There was a small voice inside of her whispering that it would be good not to be alone anymore. Whispering that Remy could certainly help her feel less alone. The idea brought a smile to her face. Herself and Remy... mmmm.
But Willow didn't know what the future would hold, didn't know if she would even see Remy again. So she really shouldn't be debating what sort of foods he liked, or trying to figure out what sort of movies, or imagining the faces of their potential children. No, she shouldn't be doing any of that.
Smiling, Willow turned and walked back into her house. Her day had been dreadful, but the night had been much better.
end Stolen Kiss.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
sequel to Once A Thief, #2 in Stolen Hearts.
pairing: Willow/Remy QPC # if he isn't listed, he should be.
QPC site: http://quickie.moonlightpaths.com
disclaimer: I do not own Willow or anyone else from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I do not own Remy or anyone else from Marvel Comics.
distribution: the archives for any list I send this to, QPC, Twisting the Hellmouth, anyone that asked me for one of my other BtVS/X-Men crossovers that also wants this one.
note: AU from X-Men 350 (the Trial of Gambit) and AU from S5 finale "the Gift" will reference things before those points.
Willow wasn't quite certain how to classify her night. She'd had a long day fighting with a computer system at work, and come home to try to relax. Just as she was getting caught up in an exciting part of her book, she'd felt something cross her wards.
Just because she'd left Sunnydale after Buffy's spectacular swan dive didn't mean she'd forgotten what sort of dangers were out there. She had continued to practice her magic, and she occasionally patrolled the area, in an effort to keep the area free of any particularly nasty demony things. It didn't have the jarring near painful sensation of something trying to cause violence, but it was definitely someone or something trying to enter her house. With a moment's concentration, she traced the disturbance to the basement.
She moved carefully to the basement, readying her energy in case she was wrong, and the whatever was hostile. She felt the secondary wards kick in, immobilizing the person when they came into contact with the floor, and knew that they were in her practice room. She moved to the doorway, flipping the light on in an effort to disorient her intruder long enough to get a plan.
The man wore dark pants and a dark turtleneck sweater under a scuffed and battered dark brown leather long coat, in some ways similar to the one SPike had always worn. His reddish brown hair was as long as hers, with more of a wave to it, and he looked to be around six feet of well muscled lean man, and except for his eyes, he looked human. His eyes were pools of blackness, with nearly glowing embers of red... red irises on black eyes. It was unsettling, so she reached out to touch his aura, to get an impression of what sort of guy was standing in her practice room.
Other than amazingly attractive and sexy. That was obvious, but didn't give her any idea if he was dangerous or trustworthy.
He'd been fairly polite, with the most delightful accent, something southern, possibly cajun.
Of course, she'd been curious about what he was, considering those eyes. She'd been mentally reviewing lists of demons, trying to find a type that had eyes like that and was described as 'non-violent' or 'moderate aggression' that when he spoke, saying that he was a mutant, it was almost a complete surprise to her. A mutant... how unusual. That meant she had no guideline for what he could do, and he'd react mostly like a human... which was far to broad a range to make things simple.
Willow had decided to let him go, not really wanting the hassle of calling the police. Besides, he hadn't hurt anything, or tried to, and he hadn't taken anything, even if he'd originally planned to... and he just looked so... well, that wasn't a good reason for letting him go, but his aura seemed like he was an okay guy, a little heavy on the painful past and guilty brooding, but not a bad guy, even if he was a bit of a flirt. So she'd let him go, even leading him up the stairs to the kitchen so he could leave by a more normal way, talking a little with him, but honestly, she was paying more attention to his body and aura than his words.
Doubtless, that was why the fact that he kissed her had been such a surprise. Not just a little peck either, it had been a deep, passionate kiss with tongue and lips and... their energies had reached out, mingling, touching... Remy felt like spices and shadows and what she could only compare to a humid summer day's warmth. Wow.
When he pulled away, she was left stunned in her kitchen. Part of her mind was already reliving the moment, trying to make sure it was branded deep into her memory, never to be forgotten, and a part of her was trying to figure out why someone that gorgeous, that sexy, had kissed her. Surely he had a girlfriend? Or a date every night, a different one each night if he wanted even... for some reason, the idea didn't feel quite true, although the whole idea of Remy with someone else bothered her.
But she didn't have any hold over Remy. Surely he'd just... well, Willow had no idea why he'd kissed her, but it had been something. She found herself hoping that she would see him again.
She'd been alone for so long, ever since... well, her relationship with Oz had crashed and burned, and things with Tara had never been the same after Glory had shredded Tara's mind seeking information about the Key. Willow had been alone at Sunnydale, so she'd moved to Boston, where she was still alone. There was a small voice inside of her whispering that it would be good not to be alone anymore. Whispering that Remy could certainly help her feel less alone. The idea brought a smile to her face. Herself and Remy... mmmm.
But Willow didn't know what the future would hold, didn't know if she would even see Remy again. So she really shouldn't be debating what sort of foods he liked, or trying to figure out what sort of movies, or imagining the faces of their potential children. No, she shouldn't be doing any of that.
Smiling, Willow turned and walked back into her house. Her day had been dreadful, but the night had been much better.
end Stolen Kiss.
