Series: Eternal Passions
Title: These Dreams
Author: Mel M./Misty AKA SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: The Realm, others (if you ask nicely)
Pairing: I'm getting there, hold your horses!
Rating: R (possibly leaning toward NC 17) for various reasons (mainly language)
Disclaimers: I don't own Buffy or anything attached to the show/characters and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback. Also, Mel is my property so if you'd like to use her please ask.
Comments: And remember, I need feedback so FEED ME! Enjoy!
These Dreams
They ran through thick blankets of silver which seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Their bodies danced with fear as they frolicked through the woodland, death nipping at their heels.
"Kill the WITCH! Kill the SLAYER!" turbulent, frost bitten voices howled into the night sky like the crying of a wolf to its pack.
They panted, clouds of smoky white escaping their mouths. They entered a small building which smelt sour with pipe tobacco and ale. A small man with a ghost white full beard stood upon the chair, meeting one of their gazes. "May I help ye lass?"
"Y-Yes sir. Room for two," a delicate voice whispered like an angel into ones ear. She shook away her hood, strands of silken black falling past her shoulders. Her cream soda colored eyes rested on his as a smile graced her pomegranate lips.
"Ai lass, room in the far back. And don't you worry bout them. I ain't seen no lass' round here fer days ye see," his gruff, Irish voice assured warmly.
"Thank you kind sir," she replied, her slender fingers entwining with her companions. They hurried down the creaking hall and into the room. Without another peep they fastened the door shut and pulled the curtains together.
Her companion wondered to the bed, sitting on it softly. "Will we run forever?" a faint, worried voice whispered like a light breeze.
"Tis only for the night. Sunrise is when we claim our freedom sweet girl. My sweet Willow," the raven haired woman purred, spinning around to meet her lover's gaze.
Willow sat up out of bed, panting frantically. She knew that woman. She knew that face. But each moment that passed stole yet another glimpse of her. Once her heart calmed she sighed in frustration. "Third night in a row," she murmured before cozying up to her pillows again to get some more sleep.
Not being able to get back to sleep, she clicked the light on and searched for something to read. The first thing that caught her eye was the book her grandmother had given her. She pulled the book out from under her bed and sat back to read it. As she opened it the book crackled like one of Giles' magik books in his office at the school. Gently turning the pages she realized it wasn't written in modern English. It didn't even look similar. This was older than English, older than any language she'd seen before. She sighed, deciding to let Giles do all the deciphering. It had to mean something, right?
The next morning. . .
Willow yawned wildly as she rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. After changing, she headed downstairs where she smelt a very fragrant aroma. Wondering tiredly into the kitchen her brows shot up in shock at the sight before her.
"Morning Wills! Hope you don't mind scrambled," the blonde slayer greeted as Faith flipped the pancakes.
"Ok, this is THE weirdest dream I have EVER had," Willow murmured, turning around to go back to bed in the hope that this hallucination was gone when she woke the second time.
The Slayers chuckled as Buffy pulled Willow back into the kitchen. "Your dad let us in before he left. We had some time to kill and All My Children was already off so we decided to make breakfast," she explained.
"Told ya it would wake her up B," Faith teased, licking her lips as she stared at a stack of pancakes.
Willow was still a little disoriented from her dream and finding her friends there but she sat with them anyway. Buffy set the rest of the meal in the center of the table and sat next to her best friend. After a moment of sipping coffee and some needed silence the hacker perked up. "So, what are we doing today? Before the girls night I mean," the witch chirped, taking a little bit of food from each big plate.
After Willow had helped herself the Slayers divided the remaining food and began digging in. They'd burn it off before dinner anyway. Buffy sighed, avoiding Willow's gaze. "Bad news Will. Mom wants me home after patrolling tonight and Anya cancelled. Faith's still free though," Buffy offered sadly.
There was an awkward silence before Faith stopped eating long enough to speak. "Actually B, I'm probably gonna chill tonight. Maybe we can all hang tomorrow if your mom's cool with it."
Buffy nodded. "Great idea. Hey Will, we were gonna train in the park before sun down if you wanted to come with," she offered apologetically.
An hour later in the park. . .
Resting on the chilled stone, her eyes remained on the two forms before her. Their bodies were agile yet fierce. Every breath they took caused her heart to race faster. They danced quickly, twirling and flipping about like silk fluttering in a harsh wind. Skin clashed, so hard you could almost hear the bones grinding on contact. Both parties back flipped to safety, each circling the other hungrily. Again they moved in, scrapping like a couple of wild wolves. To each punch came a duck, side step and occasionally a leg sweep. With each kick the other countered with a block, jump or even a hold. One made contact, her fist penetrating the other's defenses and wounding the soft flesh of the girl's stomach. In turn she fell to the ground shortly after receiving an elbow to the back of her neck. They lay in silence, panting and cursing under their breath.
"Are you guys ok?" a meek, mousy voice murmured.
Both forms leapt to their feet and stared at the girl. They nodded, unable to speak. The girl studied the brunette. Her raven mane stuck greedily to her reddened cheeks as chocolate eyes remained shut tight. Her lips were parted as she huffed wildly to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, pert buttons of flesh solid as pebbles beneath her shirt. Beads of liquid lust crept down her face and arms, carelessly falling against the tight red shirt that seemed to be painted onto the Slayer's finely chiseled structure. Her rippling abs were outlined perfectly, the motion of her breathing sending chills through her onlooker.
"Will, you ok?" a voice that seemed so far away asked worriedly.
The witch met her best friend's subtle sapphire gaze and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking it might be kinda bad if you and Faith had to shower in the same house. I mean, I know she's living with you but you guys have to patrol soon and I was thinking one of you could shower at my house since nobody's ever home. That probably sounded a little gay and I didn't mean it to but it came out that way and I just think it might save you both some time. Ya know?"
Buffy let out a soft chuckle. "I get ya Wills. Well, Miss Prepared always carries a spare set of clothes so you're stuck with her, if that's ok. . ."
"That's fine. If she doesn't mind. I wouldn't want it to be awkward or weird and stuff. . ."
Faith stopped the redhead before the babble could take over. "Chill out Red, it's cool. We better hit the road. See you in an hour and a half B."
"Later guys," the blonde replied as she went the opposite direction.
Ten minutes later at Wills house. . .
"RED!"
The redhead raised her eyes toward the hallway. She slowly approached, hoping the brunette was alright. Seeing the Slayer's head sticking out of the bathroom she smiled. "Yeah?"
"Uh, I forgot my clothes in my bag. Could you grab um for me?" Faith replied bluntly.
"Sure. I'll knock before I come in," the witch decided, heading into her room to get the clothes.
She returned shortly and tapped on the door. Hearing a low "come in" she snuck in, closing the door quickly behind her. Turning around, she held the clothes out. Faith fidgeted with her towel as she reached for the clothes. Once she had the clothes her towel slipped off and onto the floor. Willow tuned away, her cheeks bright red as she tried not to stare. Her body turned traitor, her heart racing as she imagined Faith against her body.
"Hey Red, you ok?" the Slayer jeered in a joking tone.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," Willow rattled nervously as she opened the door and slipped out.
Retreating to her room, she sprawled out on the bed and lost herself in thought. She really liked Faith as a person and she'd notice the physical attraction during training. The only problem now was figuring out how Faith felt. She knew from previous experience that the renegade Slayer wasn't much into sharing her feelings and that was her road block. She wanted something more than friendship but she was afraid. She was afraid Faith would totally block her out and that was the last thing she wanted. She knew it wasn't love just yet but she was falling, hard.
A few minutes later. . .
The raven haired Slayer checked her appearance for the millionth time then nodded an approval. This wasn't like her. She was making sure she looked sexy and for what? She knew why. It was for Willow. She wanted the girl to see her but she wasn't sure why. They were close but still she wanted just a little bit more. She didn't want to rush the girl or make her uncomfortable. After all, she didn't want their friendship to suffer if her hopes were too high. She knew they connected, that wasn't a the problem. The problem was communication. She got jumpy every time she had to talk to Willow and they weren't alone. She wasn't use to that. Opening the door, she walked down the hall and peeked into Willow's room. "Hey, thanks for letting me shower here. B's expecting me but I'll catch you later, k Red?"
Willow nodded nervously, "later."
Later in Giles' office. . .
He smiled warmly, pouring a cup of steaming comfort. Setting the mug on the table, he was about to start reading when he heard a light tap on his door. Raising a brow he slowly approached the door. Peeking out the window his heart jumped as a worried frown took its place on his lips. "Willow? Is everything alright? Is something wrong with Buffy?"
The hacker blushed and shook her head. "This isn't about Buffy. As far as I know she's fine."
His heart and features settled as he offered her a seat. "Would you like some tea?"
"No thanks."
"So, what bring you here this late in the evening?" his concerned voice coaxed.
"This," she replied, pulling out her nana's black book.
"What's that?" he pondered as she handed it to him.
"I was wondering if you could tell me what it says. My grandma gave it to me but I don't know the language. I'm just curious," she explained naively .
"Since there doesn't seem to be any remote threats at the moment I'll see what I can translate. I'll contact you when I've found something," he agreed.
"Thanks Giles."
~~ TBC ~~
Title: These Dreams
Author: Mel M./Misty AKA SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: The Realm, others (if you ask nicely)
Pairing: I'm getting there, hold your horses!
Rating: R (possibly leaning toward NC 17) for various reasons (mainly language)
Disclaimers: I don't own Buffy or anything attached to the show/characters and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback. Also, Mel is my property so if you'd like to use her please ask.
Comments: And remember, I need feedback so FEED ME! Enjoy!
These Dreams
They ran through thick blankets of silver which seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Their bodies danced with fear as they frolicked through the woodland, death nipping at their heels.
"Kill the WITCH! Kill the SLAYER!" turbulent, frost bitten voices howled into the night sky like the crying of a wolf to its pack.
They panted, clouds of smoky white escaping their mouths. They entered a small building which smelt sour with pipe tobacco and ale. A small man with a ghost white full beard stood upon the chair, meeting one of their gazes. "May I help ye lass?"
"Y-Yes sir. Room for two," a delicate voice whispered like an angel into ones ear. She shook away her hood, strands of silken black falling past her shoulders. Her cream soda colored eyes rested on his as a smile graced her pomegranate lips.
"Ai lass, room in the far back. And don't you worry bout them. I ain't seen no lass' round here fer days ye see," his gruff, Irish voice assured warmly.
"Thank you kind sir," she replied, her slender fingers entwining with her companions. They hurried down the creaking hall and into the room. Without another peep they fastened the door shut and pulled the curtains together.
Her companion wondered to the bed, sitting on it softly. "Will we run forever?" a faint, worried voice whispered like a light breeze.
"Tis only for the night. Sunrise is when we claim our freedom sweet girl. My sweet Willow," the raven haired woman purred, spinning around to meet her lover's gaze.
Willow sat up out of bed, panting frantically. She knew that woman. She knew that face. But each moment that passed stole yet another glimpse of her. Once her heart calmed she sighed in frustration. "Third night in a row," she murmured before cozying up to her pillows again to get some more sleep.
Not being able to get back to sleep, she clicked the light on and searched for something to read. The first thing that caught her eye was the book her grandmother had given her. She pulled the book out from under her bed and sat back to read it. As she opened it the book crackled like one of Giles' magik books in his office at the school. Gently turning the pages she realized it wasn't written in modern English. It didn't even look similar. This was older than English, older than any language she'd seen before. She sighed, deciding to let Giles do all the deciphering. It had to mean something, right?
The next morning. . .
Willow yawned wildly as she rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. After changing, she headed downstairs where she smelt a very fragrant aroma. Wondering tiredly into the kitchen her brows shot up in shock at the sight before her.
"Morning Wills! Hope you don't mind scrambled," the blonde slayer greeted as Faith flipped the pancakes.
"Ok, this is THE weirdest dream I have EVER had," Willow murmured, turning around to go back to bed in the hope that this hallucination was gone when she woke the second time.
The Slayers chuckled as Buffy pulled Willow back into the kitchen. "Your dad let us in before he left. We had some time to kill and All My Children was already off so we decided to make breakfast," she explained.
"Told ya it would wake her up B," Faith teased, licking her lips as she stared at a stack of pancakes.
Willow was still a little disoriented from her dream and finding her friends there but she sat with them anyway. Buffy set the rest of the meal in the center of the table and sat next to her best friend. After a moment of sipping coffee and some needed silence the hacker perked up. "So, what are we doing today? Before the girls night I mean," the witch chirped, taking a little bit of food from each big plate.
After Willow had helped herself the Slayers divided the remaining food and began digging in. They'd burn it off before dinner anyway. Buffy sighed, avoiding Willow's gaze. "Bad news Will. Mom wants me home after patrolling tonight and Anya cancelled. Faith's still free though," Buffy offered sadly.
There was an awkward silence before Faith stopped eating long enough to speak. "Actually B, I'm probably gonna chill tonight. Maybe we can all hang tomorrow if your mom's cool with it."
Buffy nodded. "Great idea. Hey Will, we were gonna train in the park before sun down if you wanted to come with," she offered apologetically.
An hour later in the park. . .
Resting on the chilled stone, her eyes remained on the two forms before her. Their bodies were agile yet fierce. Every breath they took caused her heart to race faster. They danced quickly, twirling and flipping about like silk fluttering in a harsh wind. Skin clashed, so hard you could almost hear the bones grinding on contact. Both parties back flipped to safety, each circling the other hungrily. Again they moved in, scrapping like a couple of wild wolves. To each punch came a duck, side step and occasionally a leg sweep. With each kick the other countered with a block, jump or even a hold. One made contact, her fist penetrating the other's defenses and wounding the soft flesh of the girl's stomach. In turn she fell to the ground shortly after receiving an elbow to the back of her neck. They lay in silence, panting and cursing under their breath.
"Are you guys ok?" a meek, mousy voice murmured.
Both forms leapt to their feet and stared at the girl. They nodded, unable to speak. The girl studied the brunette. Her raven mane stuck greedily to her reddened cheeks as chocolate eyes remained shut tight. Her lips were parted as she huffed wildly to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, pert buttons of flesh solid as pebbles beneath her shirt. Beads of liquid lust crept down her face and arms, carelessly falling against the tight red shirt that seemed to be painted onto the Slayer's finely chiseled structure. Her rippling abs were outlined perfectly, the motion of her breathing sending chills through her onlooker.
"Will, you ok?" a voice that seemed so far away asked worriedly.
The witch met her best friend's subtle sapphire gaze and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking it might be kinda bad if you and Faith had to shower in the same house. I mean, I know she's living with you but you guys have to patrol soon and I was thinking one of you could shower at my house since nobody's ever home. That probably sounded a little gay and I didn't mean it to but it came out that way and I just think it might save you both some time. Ya know?"
Buffy let out a soft chuckle. "I get ya Wills. Well, Miss Prepared always carries a spare set of clothes so you're stuck with her, if that's ok. . ."
"That's fine. If she doesn't mind. I wouldn't want it to be awkward or weird and stuff. . ."
Faith stopped the redhead before the babble could take over. "Chill out Red, it's cool. We better hit the road. See you in an hour and a half B."
"Later guys," the blonde replied as she went the opposite direction.
Ten minutes later at Wills house. . .
"RED!"
The redhead raised her eyes toward the hallway. She slowly approached, hoping the brunette was alright. Seeing the Slayer's head sticking out of the bathroom she smiled. "Yeah?"
"Uh, I forgot my clothes in my bag. Could you grab um for me?" Faith replied bluntly.
"Sure. I'll knock before I come in," the witch decided, heading into her room to get the clothes.
She returned shortly and tapped on the door. Hearing a low "come in" she snuck in, closing the door quickly behind her. Turning around, she held the clothes out. Faith fidgeted with her towel as she reached for the clothes. Once she had the clothes her towel slipped off and onto the floor. Willow tuned away, her cheeks bright red as she tried not to stare. Her body turned traitor, her heart racing as she imagined Faith against her body.
"Hey Red, you ok?" the Slayer jeered in a joking tone.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," Willow rattled nervously as she opened the door and slipped out.
Retreating to her room, she sprawled out on the bed and lost herself in thought. She really liked Faith as a person and she'd notice the physical attraction during training. The only problem now was figuring out how Faith felt. She knew from previous experience that the renegade Slayer wasn't much into sharing her feelings and that was her road block. She wanted something more than friendship but she was afraid. She was afraid Faith would totally block her out and that was the last thing she wanted. She knew it wasn't love just yet but she was falling, hard.
A few minutes later. . .
The raven haired Slayer checked her appearance for the millionth time then nodded an approval. This wasn't like her. She was making sure she looked sexy and for what? She knew why. It was for Willow. She wanted the girl to see her but she wasn't sure why. They were close but still she wanted just a little bit more. She didn't want to rush the girl or make her uncomfortable. After all, she didn't want their friendship to suffer if her hopes were too high. She knew they connected, that wasn't a the problem. The problem was communication. She got jumpy every time she had to talk to Willow and they weren't alone. She wasn't use to that. Opening the door, she walked down the hall and peeked into Willow's room. "Hey, thanks for letting me shower here. B's expecting me but I'll catch you later, k Red?"
Willow nodded nervously, "later."
Later in Giles' office. . .
He smiled warmly, pouring a cup of steaming comfort. Setting the mug on the table, he was about to start reading when he heard a light tap on his door. Raising a brow he slowly approached the door. Peeking out the window his heart jumped as a worried frown took its place on his lips. "Willow? Is everything alright? Is something wrong with Buffy?"
The hacker blushed and shook her head. "This isn't about Buffy. As far as I know she's fine."
His heart and features settled as he offered her a seat. "Would you like some tea?"
"No thanks."
"So, what bring you here this late in the evening?" his concerned voice coaxed.
"This," she replied, pulling out her nana's black book.
"What's that?" he pondered as she handed it to him.
"I was wondering if you could tell me what it says. My grandma gave it to me but I don't know the language. I'm just curious," she explained naively .
"Since there doesn't seem to be any remote threats at the moment I'll see what I can translate. I'll contact you when I've found something," he agreed.
"Thanks Giles."
~~ TBC ~~