** means that all contents in between the astricks are either dream
sequences or flash backs (you should be able to tell which). '' means that
all contents in between are the characters thoughts.
This is my first ever fan fic so I need feedback to find out if I'm on the
right track. I hope you all enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
*Cool lips pressed against her forehead as she shivered from the cool rain on her skin. A soft, warm blanket eloped around her as a feeling of heat travelled up her body. Lips that were on her forehead suddenly captured hers as she moved her hands down the hard planes of his chest. The feeling of want and heat spread through her heart and body as the scent of their arousal hit her senses, the blanket forgotten as they pressed their bodies together. Slowly, almost painfully so, she was pulled onto the unmade bed that had been their perch since they came in from the rain. A sigh escaped her lips as he drank from her mouth. His hands started to dance over her back as he pushed her wet top up, over her shoulders and off her body. A moan of despair was heard from having to separate but it was unclear of which mouth it came from. The mixture of cool air and arousal had made her nipples more sensitive than she thought was possible. Wanting to feel more of him she raised up, breaking the kiss that had started again, and ripped open the black material that had stuck to his chest. She arched her back as she slide back down to his chest, her breasts sliding up until the rested nipple to nipple. He growled with the exquisite pleasure of the touch of her against his cool skin. Firm hands gripped the back of her head and pulled her mouth back to his. Lips bruised against each other as tongues sought out and discovered hidden caverns that brought forth more sounds of pleasure. "Buffy" She had heard the vibrations of the word coming from him, through her mouth as he pulled away to gave her time to breathe. She placed a finger on his lips to which he ensnared in his mouth, creating a seal and suckled. A shot of yearning from deep down made her graze at him with wonder. How did she find someone so breathtaking? All she wanted to do was to bury herself in his embrace and never let go, never wanted to wake and face another day if it didn't start with her in his arms. He watched her eyes as he let go of her finger. He bowed his head and took one of the hard rosy nipples in his mouth. She flung her head back as the tip of his tongue flickered against the nub once, twice. She instinctively started to grind her pelvis down towards his erection, pulling them both up to sitting position as her heat found it's target. Crying out, he pulled away from her nipple and took assault of her mouth again. Rotating her hip gently brought more of the moans from him that gave her Goosebumps, the coil of want inside of her was winding with the promise of sweet release. Just as she thought she couldn't stand the pleasure anymore, she felt one of his hands reach between them and rub at her denim clad heat through their jeans. She cried out and bared her throat so that he could rain hard, bitting kisses back down to her breasts. Opening her mouth she dared to voice the feelings that were so new to her. "I need you. I need to feel you inside of me" He raised his head, without stoping the exquisite torture of his fingers and looked into her eyes. She saw the want and lust in the pools of chocolate brown but the most she saw was love. Knowing that, she boldly untangled herself from him and stood away from the bed. Without breaking eye contact, she slid the zipper down and stepped out of her jeans. Then, before shyness took over, she pushed her white cotton knickers down, off her hips, over her knees and onto the floor at her feet. She felt his hot gaze sweep over her as she raised her head. He sat there, with awe written all over his face. He walked over and stood next to her. Pulling her chin up gently till she was looking into his eyes, he whispered the words that became engraved in her mind for all time. "You are so beautiful and you're mine. Forever". With out breaking their stare, he picked her up like she was the most precious thing in the world and carried her back to the bed.*
Beth stretched out her arms and woke from her sleep with a smile on her face. 'That's the best one yet,' she thought to herself as she ran her fingers over her face and up through her hair. She looked to her right at the nightstand that she had only glanced at last night. '10 o'clock that's not too bad', she considered to herself as she got out of the bed and walked towards the ensuite in her room. 'I just love this old 1920's décor', she thought as she closed the door. She got undressed and turned on the shower. Having arrived at the hotel late last night, Beth hadn't had the chance to shower from the flight. As she rubbed the vanilla fragranced soap over her stomach, thoughts of the dream she just had slipped into her head. 'Wow, they had never been that vivid before. Maybe I have made the right choice'. She thought back on her life and how her dreams, and a little gypsy foresight, had brought her to LA.
*Beth had always known she was different. Born to Carrie and Tom 21 years ago, Elizabeth Amy Davidson (or Beth to her friends) had grown up knowing that she used to be someone else. Both her parents were great believers in reincarnation and spirituality and they had passed that onto their child. They had in fact been a bit worried about Beth when she first born. To them it seemed like she wasn't whole. Like something had been left out. The story they always told was that one day just after she turned 4 a glow went through her eyes and she became more well, alive. That was when Beth started to have the memories.
Some times she would get dreams about this girl but most of the time it was feelings or words in her head. What Beth knew about this woman wasn't enough to fill the head of a matchstick. She knew her name was Elizabeth, like hers but she went by the name of Buffy for some reason. When Beth was 6 and Lachlan, her brother was born, she remembered thinking to herself 'why isn't it a girl?' this was how she knew that Buffy had a sister. She also knew that she had a toy pig named Mr Gordo because when Beth got one for her 5th birthday it was the name that immediately came into her head. Apart from that she didn't know any other specifics. Except for the dreams.
They started just before she turned 16. At first they were just strange images passing through her mind. Crosses, faces with ridges and sharp teeth a man with a moustache. Unusual to say the least but it was the emotions that affected her the most. The feeling of being lost, of not being able to control the emotions that were going on in her dreams. Beth had never felt those feelings in her life. She had a great family and friends. Sure there were times when she was growing up that she felt frustration and anger at the world, but nothing compared to the dreams. Then they started to change. There was still the feeling of not being in control but there was also love. Friendship and trust. Almost gradually there was a sense of acceptance. Oh the images stayed the same, crosses and people with ridges on their face, but instead of an unknown face with a moustache, there was a man with glasses, a girl with red hair like fire and a boy with a cheeky grin. Then, there was Him. A face that would make her weep with love in her dreams but would fade away when she woke up. As she got older the faces became more focused but not to the point where she could remember them when she woke, except for his.
His dreams were the best and the worst. Some times she would wake up panting and reaching for her breasts to take away the ache she felt in them. Other times she woke up with her heart aching so much she thought it would break. More and more Beth was starting to find that instead of being in someone else's body it was her own that was in the dreams. It was her lips he kissed, her skin he touched. The feeling of love that Buffy felt for this man had started to become love that Beth felt. It was because of these dreams and emotions that she even considered her bestfriend Shannon's suggestion that they go see the psychic festival that was happening in town.*
Beth stepped out of the shower and pulled a fluffy white towel around her. 'I have to get one of these for my place'. Dry, she walked back into the hotel room and opened her suitcase. Choosing a red sundress that complimented her dark blonde hair, she walked back into the bathroom and started applying her make up. Looking into the mirror and seeing green eyes stare back at her she wondered, not for the first time, what Buffy had looked like. 'Did she have dark blonde hair like me? Or was she a light golden blonde? Was she tanned or fair like me? Well I guess I'll find out soon enough'. Finished with her make up she walked back into her room. Glancing around she found her shoulder bag, made sure that there was enough paper and pencils in it, then walked out of the room.
Once she got to the lobby she was able to take in the magnificent architecture of the hotel. Its high ceilings, French doors and windows really gave the image that you could see the Rat Pack walk through at any minute. It didn't seem too busy as she walked towards, who she assumed to be, the manager behind the front desk. There was a huge antique mirror hanging behind him, which she admired as she waited for him to finish his phone call.
"Yes Cordy, I will check our supply of that lotion. No, we are not going to invest in a masseuse for the hotel just yet. O.k. Yes, I'll tell him. Say hi to Wes for me. Bye"
Beth turned towards him as he finished his conversation and stopped. " Sorry about that ma'am. What can I do for you today?" He asked but Beth didn't hear him. 'There is something familiar about this guy but I can't put my finger on it.... Maybe it's the eyes...no I think it's something about his mouth..' . "Hmm, ma'am, are you o.k." He asked again clearing his throat. Beth shook her head to clear her mind, "yes, sorry, just for a moment there you reminded me of someone". "That's alright, was there something I could do for you?" He asked again with a flirt in his smile. "Yes, I was wondering if you could give me directions to the nearest public library" as the manager started to explain the directions Beth had the strangest feeling that she was being watched.
He saw her the moment she had set foot into the Lobby. Not that there was anything really special about her. Sure she was good looking, hell he would even go, as far as to say she was gorgeous and he knew gorgeous when he saw it. No, it wasn't her looks that made him watch her move towards his son. It was her walk. Smooth, graceful but not ballerina graceful. Panther graceful. Like the way she took in the room at the top of the stairs, found her mark and slinked towards it. He knew someone long ago who walked like that. He hadn't met someone who took his interest, like she did, in a long time. A shiver ran up his spine as he continued to watch her through the mirror behind the front counter.
(To Bera-Moon you were my first review and I couldn't have asked for a better one. Hope you like the new chapter)
CHAPTER 1
*Cool lips pressed against her forehead as she shivered from the cool rain on her skin. A soft, warm blanket eloped around her as a feeling of heat travelled up her body. Lips that were on her forehead suddenly captured hers as she moved her hands down the hard planes of his chest. The feeling of want and heat spread through her heart and body as the scent of their arousal hit her senses, the blanket forgotten as they pressed their bodies together. Slowly, almost painfully so, she was pulled onto the unmade bed that had been their perch since they came in from the rain. A sigh escaped her lips as he drank from her mouth. His hands started to dance over her back as he pushed her wet top up, over her shoulders and off her body. A moan of despair was heard from having to separate but it was unclear of which mouth it came from. The mixture of cool air and arousal had made her nipples more sensitive than she thought was possible. Wanting to feel more of him she raised up, breaking the kiss that had started again, and ripped open the black material that had stuck to his chest. She arched her back as she slide back down to his chest, her breasts sliding up until the rested nipple to nipple. He growled with the exquisite pleasure of the touch of her against his cool skin. Firm hands gripped the back of her head and pulled her mouth back to his. Lips bruised against each other as tongues sought out and discovered hidden caverns that brought forth more sounds of pleasure. "Buffy" She had heard the vibrations of the word coming from him, through her mouth as he pulled away to gave her time to breathe. She placed a finger on his lips to which he ensnared in his mouth, creating a seal and suckled. A shot of yearning from deep down made her graze at him with wonder. How did she find someone so breathtaking? All she wanted to do was to bury herself in his embrace and never let go, never wanted to wake and face another day if it didn't start with her in his arms. He watched her eyes as he let go of her finger. He bowed his head and took one of the hard rosy nipples in his mouth. She flung her head back as the tip of his tongue flickered against the nub once, twice. She instinctively started to grind her pelvis down towards his erection, pulling them both up to sitting position as her heat found it's target. Crying out, he pulled away from her nipple and took assault of her mouth again. Rotating her hip gently brought more of the moans from him that gave her Goosebumps, the coil of want inside of her was winding with the promise of sweet release. Just as she thought she couldn't stand the pleasure anymore, she felt one of his hands reach between them and rub at her denim clad heat through their jeans. She cried out and bared her throat so that he could rain hard, bitting kisses back down to her breasts. Opening her mouth she dared to voice the feelings that were so new to her. "I need you. I need to feel you inside of me" He raised his head, without stoping the exquisite torture of his fingers and looked into her eyes. She saw the want and lust in the pools of chocolate brown but the most she saw was love. Knowing that, she boldly untangled herself from him and stood away from the bed. Without breaking eye contact, she slid the zipper down and stepped out of her jeans. Then, before shyness took over, she pushed her white cotton knickers down, off her hips, over her knees and onto the floor at her feet. She felt his hot gaze sweep over her as she raised her head. He sat there, with awe written all over his face. He walked over and stood next to her. Pulling her chin up gently till she was looking into his eyes, he whispered the words that became engraved in her mind for all time. "You are so beautiful and you're mine. Forever". With out breaking their stare, he picked her up like she was the most precious thing in the world and carried her back to the bed.*
Beth stretched out her arms and woke from her sleep with a smile on her face. 'That's the best one yet,' she thought to herself as she ran her fingers over her face and up through her hair. She looked to her right at the nightstand that she had only glanced at last night. '10 o'clock that's not too bad', she considered to herself as she got out of the bed and walked towards the ensuite in her room. 'I just love this old 1920's décor', she thought as she closed the door. She got undressed and turned on the shower. Having arrived at the hotel late last night, Beth hadn't had the chance to shower from the flight. As she rubbed the vanilla fragranced soap over her stomach, thoughts of the dream she just had slipped into her head. 'Wow, they had never been that vivid before. Maybe I have made the right choice'. She thought back on her life and how her dreams, and a little gypsy foresight, had brought her to LA.
*Beth had always known she was different. Born to Carrie and Tom 21 years ago, Elizabeth Amy Davidson (or Beth to her friends) had grown up knowing that she used to be someone else. Both her parents were great believers in reincarnation and spirituality and they had passed that onto their child. They had in fact been a bit worried about Beth when she first born. To them it seemed like she wasn't whole. Like something had been left out. The story they always told was that one day just after she turned 4 a glow went through her eyes and she became more well, alive. That was when Beth started to have the memories.
Some times she would get dreams about this girl but most of the time it was feelings or words in her head. What Beth knew about this woman wasn't enough to fill the head of a matchstick. She knew her name was Elizabeth, like hers but she went by the name of Buffy for some reason. When Beth was 6 and Lachlan, her brother was born, she remembered thinking to herself 'why isn't it a girl?' this was how she knew that Buffy had a sister. She also knew that she had a toy pig named Mr Gordo because when Beth got one for her 5th birthday it was the name that immediately came into her head. Apart from that she didn't know any other specifics. Except for the dreams.
They started just before she turned 16. At first they were just strange images passing through her mind. Crosses, faces with ridges and sharp teeth a man with a moustache. Unusual to say the least but it was the emotions that affected her the most. The feeling of being lost, of not being able to control the emotions that were going on in her dreams. Beth had never felt those feelings in her life. She had a great family and friends. Sure there were times when she was growing up that she felt frustration and anger at the world, but nothing compared to the dreams. Then they started to change. There was still the feeling of not being in control but there was also love. Friendship and trust. Almost gradually there was a sense of acceptance. Oh the images stayed the same, crosses and people with ridges on their face, but instead of an unknown face with a moustache, there was a man with glasses, a girl with red hair like fire and a boy with a cheeky grin. Then, there was Him. A face that would make her weep with love in her dreams but would fade away when she woke up. As she got older the faces became more focused but not to the point where she could remember them when she woke, except for his.
His dreams were the best and the worst. Some times she would wake up panting and reaching for her breasts to take away the ache she felt in them. Other times she woke up with her heart aching so much she thought it would break. More and more Beth was starting to find that instead of being in someone else's body it was her own that was in the dreams. It was her lips he kissed, her skin he touched. The feeling of love that Buffy felt for this man had started to become love that Beth felt. It was because of these dreams and emotions that she even considered her bestfriend Shannon's suggestion that they go see the psychic festival that was happening in town.*
Beth stepped out of the shower and pulled a fluffy white towel around her. 'I have to get one of these for my place'. Dry, she walked back into the hotel room and opened her suitcase. Choosing a red sundress that complimented her dark blonde hair, she walked back into the bathroom and started applying her make up. Looking into the mirror and seeing green eyes stare back at her she wondered, not for the first time, what Buffy had looked like. 'Did she have dark blonde hair like me? Or was she a light golden blonde? Was she tanned or fair like me? Well I guess I'll find out soon enough'. Finished with her make up she walked back into her room. Glancing around she found her shoulder bag, made sure that there was enough paper and pencils in it, then walked out of the room.
Once she got to the lobby she was able to take in the magnificent architecture of the hotel. Its high ceilings, French doors and windows really gave the image that you could see the Rat Pack walk through at any minute. It didn't seem too busy as she walked towards, who she assumed to be, the manager behind the front desk. There was a huge antique mirror hanging behind him, which she admired as she waited for him to finish his phone call.
"Yes Cordy, I will check our supply of that lotion. No, we are not going to invest in a masseuse for the hotel just yet. O.k. Yes, I'll tell him. Say hi to Wes for me. Bye"
Beth turned towards him as he finished his conversation and stopped. " Sorry about that ma'am. What can I do for you today?" He asked but Beth didn't hear him. 'There is something familiar about this guy but I can't put my finger on it.... Maybe it's the eyes...no I think it's something about his mouth..' . "Hmm, ma'am, are you o.k." He asked again clearing his throat. Beth shook her head to clear her mind, "yes, sorry, just for a moment there you reminded me of someone". "That's alright, was there something I could do for you?" He asked again with a flirt in his smile. "Yes, I was wondering if you could give me directions to the nearest public library" as the manager started to explain the directions Beth had the strangest feeling that she was being watched.
He saw her the moment she had set foot into the Lobby. Not that there was anything really special about her. Sure she was good looking, hell he would even go, as far as to say she was gorgeous and he knew gorgeous when he saw it. No, it wasn't her looks that made him watch her move towards his son. It was her walk. Smooth, graceful but not ballerina graceful. Panther graceful. Like the way she took in the room at the top of the stairs, found her mark and slinked towards it. He knew someone long ago who walked like that. He hadn't met someone who took his interest, like she did, in a long time. A shiver ran up his spine as he continued to watch her through the mirror behind the front counter.
(To Bera-Moon you were my first review and I couldn't have asked for a better one. Hope you like the new chapter)