Very short but holds some interesting things...

Warning a little bit racier than my other chapters but really not at all….

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Chapter 8

Goodbye Iowa

Glory slowly opened her eyes and was met with darkness all around her except for a faint line of light coming from underneath a door. It took her a moment to recognize the room she was in because she had only been in it a few times. It was Desmond's room and she was lying on his bed. The door with the light was his bathroom and she could hear the faint sound of water hitting tile.

Slowly pushing herself up Glory's hand flew to her neck as she felt the stickiness of blood. She brought her hand out in front of her and could see a dark liquid on it. Her mind was still cloudy and she winced when she sat up completely; it felt like everything had shifted in her brain.

She couldn't seem to remember how she got here and as if someone had pushed the play button in her head it all came back to her. She had broken into Desmond's office and ran off. She had been an idiot and went to a club instead of going to the slayers headquarters only to get something slipped in her drink. Glory's hand went back to her neck, where did the bite come from and how did she get back here? She didn't know if Desmond had bitten her or somebody else, all she knew was that she had a very painful headache.

"Welcome back," said a dry voice.

Glory's head snapped up, she didn't even hear Desmond come out of the bathroom but there he was with a single white towel wrapped around his midsection. His face held no emotion and his eyes were so piercing that Glory had to break eye contact.

"What happened," she said quietly but still had authority laced through it.

"What happened," he repeated. "Don't remember much do you," he asked with malice in his voice.

Glory could tell he was more than pissed and his earlier threat about killing her watcher came back to her mind.

"Now you're worried about that," he said.

Glory glared at him then quickly put her walls up, "what are you going to do," she asked.

"Well that's up to you now isn't it," he said barely controlling his anger. "I told you never to leave and you defied me and I warned you Glory what the consequences were going to be if you did that."

"I'm not one of your workers who do your bidding Desmond!" she said as the anger started to rise inside of her. "Now tell me what happened!"

"You had a vampire feeding off your neck," he said almost to calm.

Glory brought her hand to her neck again, "oh," she was at a lost for words.

Desmond used this time to cross the room and pull out some sleeping pants from his bureau. "You'll probably have a headache tomorrow," he said with no pathos.

Glory looked at him and realized that he would probably kill her watcher now, she had wronged him by running away and like the rest of his workers he had to punish her.

Desmond's green eyes seemed to go black, "don't think yourself to lowly…even if you are a vermin," he said with drips of malice woven through.

"Desmond," she said as she tried to stand up off the bed; realizing this was her last hope to reason with him but the drugs were still heavy in her system and she started to lose her balance. She tried to grab hold and steady herself on the bed but her legs turned to jell-o and she started to fall. Desmond though, was quicker and grabbed her before she even got close to the ground. There faces were inches apart and Glory had to lean back for her vision to focus. His eyes were the first thing for her to see and she realized that they hadn't turned black but deep green. She tried to pull away from him but his grip was like iron and he wasn't letting go.

"Desmond," she whispered trying to say something but she lost her voice. The water dripped off his hair and onto her face and he gently wiped it away with his thumb, running it down the side of her face then over her bottom lip. Glory closed her eyes, trying to regain control of the feelings that had surfaced from inside; She really hated this soul mate bond.

She felt his thumb go over her lips again and she opened her eyes; unknowingly shivering in his arms. His eyes had turned back to there natural green and were starring at her intently and before Glory could stop herself she pressed her lips against his. The next few moments were a jumble as his arm slid around her neck and the other one around her back. She molded herself to his body as they kissed and she felt herself being moved backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. Desmond kept pushing her back until she had no other choice but to lay back on it. He continued kissing her and trailed kisses down her neck as his hands went to unbuckling her pants. Glory squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to regain control of the situation but with the alcohol, drugs, and soul mate bond pushing in on her, she was helpless to him.

The next few moments were clumsy moves, like neither of them had done this before. She felt his hands go for her shirt next, then for her bra and soon she had nothing blocking herself from him. For the first time she felt self conscious with him there and tried to cover herself up with her arms but he was quicker and grabbed them and pinned them down next to her.

"I want to see you," he mumbled as his mouth took hers once more. Glory tried to break the kiss but she couldn't or didn't want to, she couldn't tell anymore. Desmond began then, sex or making love Glory couldn't tell; all she knew what that when it was all over she had never felt so naked. She had slept with her own share of guys before and she was more than experienced but this had been different. Her heart and soul had been there plain for Desmond to see but he acted as if he hadn't even noticed. Rolling over, Glory faced Desmond's sleeping figure. He was lying flat on his back and an almost peaceful look rested on his face. She felt tears come then as she felt the gap that separated them; it was amazing how one horrible night could forever change a person. She had never been on this side of the bed before; usually she was the first to fall asleep, not holding on to any emotions. Is this what the people felt like when she had slept with them? Had they been this confused? She rolled over and buried herself into her pillow not wanting to look at Desmond any longer. She was almost tempted just to leave the bed and go to her room but she figured one movement that indicated she was leaving would wake up Desmond. Pulling her pillow closer to her, Glory let the tears come and didn't stop until she had fallen asleep and even then a tear fell from her closed eye.