HELLO ALL ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!! Well, I have grown weary of waiting for
that last bloody review, so I have decided to post this and give to you
the end (maybe...i might feel a sequel brewing with some Isis/Wesley
sweetness. What do y'all think about that? PLEASE TELL ME!) to No Where
Else to Run. I can only hope that the delay doesn't set any false hopes
for this chapter...*smiles hopefully* Well, here it is!!!!
-The Author
Sunday, Oct 19; 6:30 PM: The Hyperion Hotel
"Kitara!"
The cry echoed through the empty Hyperion as Kitara Swiftwind opened the
old doors. Kitara's head turned as she heard her name called.
"Kitara! It worked!"
Isis Hallowell leaped down the staircase to her smiling friend. The two
women embraced and started talking at once.
"Oh Isis I never thought..."
"Oh Kitara you never listened..."
Angel watched this from the overlooking hallway on the second floor.
Well Isis, I guess you finally got me, didn't you?.
The newly souled vampire smiled to himself; then proceeded to sit on the
brass banister next to him, and slide down to where the two girls were
still talking.
Kitara spun as Angel walked up behind her and slid his strong arms around
her waist.
"Hello, Kitara."
"Hello...Angel. Welcome back."
He laughed and smoothed her silky hair back from her face.
"I've been gone so long. We have to...catch up."
Isis shook her head. She knew where this was going and didn't want to
stick around. Blood made her naucious.
"Well, I'll just be going then. We do have school tomorrow, Kitara, so
don't...ummm...stay up too late, ok?"
Kitara chuckled at Isis's dry, blunt humor.
"I promise, Isis. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh yeah! And...uh..."
Isis Hallowell faced her friend again, with her hand on the door.
"Thanks, Isis. For everything." Kitara leaned on Angel.
Isis shook her head and smiled back.
"Anytime."
-------------------------
As Angel and Kitara watched Isis drive away from the Hyperion, the
telephone rang. Deciding to screen the call, the couple let the machine
pick it up.
"Hi. You've reached the offices of Angel Investigations: Paranormal
Private Eyes. We are temporarily not able to answer your call...."
"Goddess, do I always sound so...perky?"
Angel smirked at Kitara and looked down at her chest, pushed up against
his.
"Well, right now I'd say yes."
"...Angel. Isis. Kitara, too if you're there. It's Wesley. Just
thought I'd let you know that we have that Bogusori demon. We're next in
line for the demon psychologist. He's...It's...crying...right now, but
if Kitara could call back when she gets the chance we could make it stop.
Bye." click
Kitara shuddered internally at what that creep Ryan had done to her.
Angel felt it and held her impossibly closer.
"Forget him."
"I'm trying. You just been away so long..."
Angel wasn't able to say anything, as Kitara crushed her mouth to his,
prompting him to pick her up and carry her upstairs.
"No where else to run, Kitara..."
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WARNING! LEMONS AHEAD!
Mouths still plastered to each other, Angel placed Kitara on her feet.
Never relenquishing thier vicious assaults, Angel proceeded to strip
Kitara of her shirt and bra.
Likewise, Kitara had popped the buttons of Angels' shirt and it was now
lying useless in the corner.
Like a very good case of deja-vu, Angel pulled away from Kitara and knelt
at her feet.
"Angel...what..."
Angel's hands and mouth went to work on her lucious breasts, licking,
stroking and kneading. Not to be biased, he constantly switched sides
until Kitara's twins were red and to the point of raw.
Standing, Angel again attacked her swollen lips with his, his cool flesh
against her own slizzling skin.
Falling backwards, Angel pulled Kitara on top of him, hands stroking
through the Levi's she still, annoyingly, wore.
"This seems familiar, Angel."
"Huh. Remind me."
Kitara spun so her back was to him and unzipped Angels' black slacks.
"Off!" She hissed, body practically on fire.
The pants willingly complied and were soon joining the shirt in the
corner.
What is she planning....oh good God!
Angel's mind screamed at him as Kitara tossed her long hair behind her,
and, throwing a smirk over her shoulder, proceeded to do absolutly
delicious things to the writhing vampire under her.
Where did she learn this? I bless that person!
Angel could only watch Kitara's back and the back of her head when he
could see it, as the beautiful woman tortured him with that amazing
mouth.
"Kitara..." Raspy voice. Desire dripping in his words.
She raised her head and looked at him, and he ran his fingers through her
hair, cupping the back of her head.
"You're still wearing too many clothes."
Angel sat up to her and reached around her trim waist to unbutton those
annoying jeans.
Tipping her head back, Kitara caught Angel's lips in hers and gasped as
he slid those strong, cool hands over her thighs relieving her of the
cumbersome pants.
Angel smiled as he inserted his thumbs through the straps of Kitara's red
Victoria's Secret panties she had elected to wear this afternoon.
Pulling them down over her smooth hips, Angel flipped Kitara over and
ravished her again with kisses.
This is what Kitara loved. The actual sex was great. Fabulous. The
best she'd ever had. But this was the best out of everything. Lying
here on top of the man she loved, devouering him with kisses, feeling his
tight, muscular body underneath hers, and feeling his hands explore every
inch of her.
Angel took a sharp breath, for some reason, as Kitara lifted her
trembling body and slowly slid down his prominent hard-on.
"Oh, Angel..."
She let out a sharp hiss has his hips threw her off rythem and she found
herself grinding against his forceful, powerful thrusts.
Angel placed his hands upon her hips and watched as the beautiful woman
he loved with all his soul rode him like only she knew how to do.
"Angel...yesssss....come here, lover."
Kitara grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled his face up to meet hers.
She could feel that eerie urge rising in Angel, and it would take all of
him to fight it down. But Kitara knew what to do this time. A little
trick she learned from Isis.
Eyes like blue fire, gone almost black with desire, stared into deep
autumn ones, penetrating into the depths of his newly aquired soul.
Angel looked surprised as he found himself drawn into Kitara's gaze; the
woman not slowing her rythem at all.
"Kitara, what are you---?"
"Sssshhhh....Angel." Red nailed, smooth finger against his lips,
silencing. "It's just a little trick I learned."
Angel felt his control slip away and lost himself in her eyes. Kitara,
similarly, fell into his.
A soulgaze.
Kitara and Angel never slowed thier passionate lovemaking as the gaze
took place. What they saw would remain with them forever.
She saw undying, literally, devotion, frenzied passion, and a desire to
atone for what he'd done in the past.
He saw a power resonating through her soul, burning desire, and a deep
seated hurt, still healing from what Ryan had done.
They blinked at the same time.
The soulgaze ended, Angel felt that strong surge of emotions; happiness,
lust, posessiveness, and a thirst that was strangely sedate overtake him
and with a final, headboard cracking thrust, he grabbed Kitara around the
waist and crushed his mouth to hers in sheer pleasure.
The pressure of the kiss did nothing to stifle the intense scream that
erupted from Kitara as Angel sent them both over the edge, drowning in
that abyss of pure ecstasy.
-------------------------
Hours later, the Witch and the Vampire laid side by side, her head
resting on his broad chest, deep in sleep. Angel smirked and rolled
towards her, draping a tired arm over her waist. Kitara smiled in her
sleep and pulled closer to him. Her soft breathing lulling him close to
sleep very soon.
"You don't have to run anymore, Kitara."
A sleepy blue eye opened, and a tired girl replied:
"Niether do you, Angel. Not you, or me."
They had no where else to run.
They were already where they should be.
that last bloody review, so I have decided to post this and give to you
the end (maybe...i might feel a sequel brewing with some Isis/Wesley
sweetness. What do y'all think about that? PLEASE TELL ME!) to No Where
Else to Run. I can only hope that the delay doesn't set any false hopes
for this chapter...*smiles hopefully* Well, here it is!!!!
-The Author
Sunday, Oct 19; 6:30 PM: The Hyperion Hotel
"Kitara!"
The cry echoed through the empty Hyperion as Kitara Swiftwind opened the
old doors. Kitara's head turned as she heard her name called.
"Kitara! It worked!"
Isis Hallowell leaped down the staircase to her smiling friend. The two
women embraced and started talking at once.
"Oh Isis I never thought..."
"Oh Kitara you never listened..."
Angel watched this from the overlooking hallway on the second floor.
Well Isis, I guess you finally got me, didn't you?.
The newly souled vampire smiled to himself; then proceeded to sit on the
brass banister next to him, and slide down to where the two girls were
still talking.
Kitara spun as Angel walked up behind her and slid his strong arms around
her waist.
"Hello, Kitara."
"Hello...Angel. Welcome back."
He laughed and smoothed her silky hair back from her face.
"I've been gone so long. We have to...catch up."
Isis shook her head. She knew where this was going and didn't want to
stick around. Blood made her naucious.
"Well, I'll just be going then. We do have school tomorrow, Kitara, so
don't...ummm...stay up too late, ok?"
Kitara chuckled at Isis's dry, blunt humor.
"I promise, Isis. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh yeah! And...uh..."
Isis Hallowell faced her friend again, with her hand on the door.
"Thanks, Isis. For everything." Kitara leaned on Angel.
Isis shook her head and smiled back.
"Anytime."
-------------------------
As Angel and Kitara watched Isis drive away from the Hyperion, the
telephone rang. Deciding to screen the call, the couple let the machine
pick it up.
"Hi. You've reached the offices of Angel Investigations: Paranormal
Private Eyes. We are temporarily not able to answer your call...."
"Goddess, do I always sound so...perky?"
Angel smirked at Kitara and looked down at her chest, pushed up against
his.
"Well, right now I'd say yes."
"...Angel. Isis. Kitara, too if you're there. It's Wesley. Just
thought I'd let you know that we have that Bogusori demon. We're next in
line for the demon psychologist. He's...It's...crying...right now, but
if Kitara could call back when she gets the chance we could make it stop.
Bye." click
Kitara shuddered internally at what that creep Ryan had done to her.
Angel felt it and held her impossibly closer.
"Forget him."
"I'm trying. You just been away so long..."
Angel wasn't able to say anything, as Kitara crushed her mouth to his,
prompting him to pick her up and carry her upstairs.
"No where else to run, Kitara..."
------------------------------
WARNING! LEMONS AHEAD!
Mouths still plastered to each other, Angel placed Kitara on her feet.
Never relenquishing thier vicious assaults, Angel proceeded to strip
Kitara of her shirt and bra.
Likewise, Kitara had popped the buttons of Angels' shirt and it was now
lying useless in the corner.
Like a very good case of deja-vu, Angel pulled away from Kitara and knelt
at her feet.
"Angel...what..."
Angel's hands and mouth went to work on her lucious breasts, licking,
stroking and kneading. Not to be biased, he constantly switched sides
until Kitara's twins were red and to the point of raw.
Standing, Angel again attacked her swollen lips with his, his cool flesh
against her own slizzling skin.
Falling backwards, Angel pulled Kitara on top of him, hands stroking
through the Levi's she still, annoyingly, wore.
"This seems familiar, Angel."
"Huh. Remind me."
Kitara spun so her back was to him and unzipped Angels' black slacks.
"Off!" She hissed, body practically on fire.
The pants willingly complied and were soon joining the shirt in the
corner.
What is she planning....oh good God!
Angel's mind screamed at him as Kitara tossed her long hair behind her,
and, throwing a smirk over her shoulder, proceeded to do absolutly
delicious things to the writhing vampire under her.
Where did she learn this? I bless that person!
Angel could only watch Kitara's back and the back of her head when he
could see it, as the beautiful woman tortured him with that amazing
mouth.
"Kitara..." Raspy voice. Desire dripping in his words.
She raised her head and looked at him, and he ran his fingers through her
hair, cupping the back of her head.
"You're still wearing too many clothes."
Angel sat up to her and reached around her trim waist to unbutton those
annoying jeans.
Tipping her head back, Kitara caught Angel's lips in hers and gasped as
he slid those strong, cool hands over her thighs relieving her of the
cumbersome pants.
Angel smiled as he inserted his thumbs through the straps of Kitara's red
Victoria's Secret panties she had elected to wear this afternoon.
Pulling them down over her smooth hips, Angel flipped Kitara over and
ravished her again with kisses.
This is what Kitara loved. The actual sex was great. Fabulous. The
best she'd ever had. But this was the best out of everything. Lying
here on top of the man she loved, devouering him with kisses, feeling his
tight, muscular body underneath hers, and feeling his hands explore every
inch of her.
Angel took a sharp breath, for some reason, as Kitara lifted her
trembling body and slowly slid down his prominent hard-on.
"Oh, Angel..."
She let out a sharp hiss has his hips threw her off rythem and she found
herself grinding against his forceful, powerful thrusts.
Angel placed his hands upon her hips and watched as the beautiful woman
he loved with all his soul rode him like only she knew how to do.
"Angel...yesssss....come here, lover."
Kitara grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled his face up to meet hers.
She could feel that eerie urge rising in Angel, and it would take all of
him to fight it down. But Kitara knew what to do this time. A little
trick she learned from Isis.
Eyes like blue fire, gone almost black with desire, stared into deep
autumn ones, penetrating into the depths of his newly aquired soul.
Angel looked surprised as he found himself drawn into Kitara's gaze; the
woman not slowing her rythem at all.
"Kitara, what are you---?"
"Sssshhhh....Angel." Red nailed, smooth finger against his lips,
silencing. "It's just a little trick I learned."
Angel felt his control slip away and lost himself in her eyes. Kitara,
similarly, fell into his.
A soulgaze.
Kitara and Angel never slowed thier passionate lovemaking as the gaze
took place. What they saw would remain with them forever.
She saw undying, literally, devotion, frenzied passion, and a desire to
atone for what he'd done in the past.
He saw a power resonating through her soul, burning desire, and a deep
seated hurt, still healing from what Ryan had done.
They blinked at the same time.
The soulgaze ended, Angel felt that strong surge of emotions; happiness,
lust, posessiveness, and a thirst that was strangely sedate overtake him
and with a final, headboard cracking thrust, he grabbed Kitara around the
waist and crushed his mouth to hers in sheer pleasure.
The pressure of the kiss did nothing to stifle the intense scream that
erupted from Kitara as Angel sent them both over the edge, drowning in
that abyss of pure ecstasy.
-------------------------
Hours later, the Witch and the Vampire laid side by side, her head
resting on his broad chest, deep in sleep. Angel smirked and rolled
towards her, draping a tired arm over her waist. Kitara smiled in her
sleep and pulled closer to him. Her soft breathing lulling him close to
sleep very soon.
"You don't have to run anymore, Kitara."
A sleepy blue eye opened, and a tired girl replied:
"Niether do you, Angel. Not you, or me."
They had no where else to run.
They were already where they should be.