Title: Miles to Go
By: Ring Red
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! sniffle
Rating: R (for stuff like this chapter)
Note: I am SO SORRY, but life has just been killer lately and I've gotten wrapped up in other things. I am still writing and I hope the two chapters I'm posting up tonight will make up for it a little. Thank you for my reviews last chapter. I'm glad you like the chemistry and the way the relationships are developing. I really do love Haldir so I had to have him and Buffy make nice. He is just SO arrogant and adorable. Most arrogant guys get on my nerves, but somehow he pulls it off. Must be an Elf thing because my Leggy tends to be arrogant too. Hmm...food for thought.
Once again, SO SORRY for the wait! Are my readers still out there? I haven't lost you, have I? I hope not. I am VERY iffy about this chapter, so I need you. I'm not confident in my ability to write love scenes or even partial love scenes. PLEASE let me know if it's okay. If it's horrible...well, I might just cry very loudly and never write again. Be kind? Please review for me if you like anything? I'm feeling very vulnerable. I could SO use the support right now and I'll promise to love you forever and ever. I think I may have strayed a bit into Mushy-Land, but I couldn't help myself...can you forgive me? Is it okay?
Should I keep this going?
Chapter Thirteen
It took her over half an hour to find him - the damn pointy-eared pest - but her anger had not dimmed in the slightest. If anything she was even more enraged. Stupid ignorant dumbass! What was it about males that made them universally stupid?
Buffy stormed up the last stretch of the walkway and onto the talan. It was one of the highest points in the great city. The breathtaking view over the talan's edges would normally have stolen the slayer's interest, but not today. Today she glared hard at the back of the Elven Prince staring out into the distance. "Do you know what I REALLY despise?"
Legolas stiffened and Buffy saw his hands curl into fists at his side, but he did not turn to face her.
She rolled her eyes. "No guesses? Well, I'll tell you anyway. I absolutely despise men, or vampires, or ELVES who get jealous as hell over NOTHING!"
That got his attention. The Pest's long blonde hair whipped around his shoulders as he turned to glare at her. God, he was even beautiful furious. It just wasn't fair.
Her anger swelled again and she nodded. "That's right. I LOATHE them." She tilted her head to the side and a mocking smile curved her lips. "And yet I attract them like bees to honey." Those gorgeous eyes weren't emotionless now. They swirled with a mix of so many different feelings and hues she couldn't begin to count and name them all. Which was a good thing because she didn't have the time to get lost in a pair of pretty eyes.
Shaking herself, Buffy began to pace back and forth in front of him as she vented her anger and pain. "First Angel and his ridiculous jealousy of Xander. Then Riley and his less ridiculous but no less annoying jealousy of Angel. Angel pays a little visit and gets jealous of Riley even though HE left ME! Next Spike and his insane jealousy of both Riley AND Angel. Angel pays another visit and then he's jealous of SPIKE!" She stopped pacing and glared at the Elf fiercely. "Do we begin to see a pattern forming?"
"AND NOW THERE'S YOU!" She raged and threw her hands in the air. Legolas' eyes flared in denial, but gritting her teeth Buffy took a menacing step toward him. She poked him hard in the chest with one finger. "That's right, YOU! YOU who wanted nothing more than to boot me and my sisters out of our own cottage! YOU who have done nothing but bicker and pick at me since you met me! YOU who have made no claim over me and actively ignored me for the last week! ARGH!" She growled in frustration.
Legolas opened his mouth, undoubtedly to make some dumbass remark about how wrong she was. Buffy never gave him the chance. "Don't even think of denying it, Pest. I know what I saw. I know because I've seen it and I've felt it before. You, for some god-unknown reason are jealous of Haldir."
She took a step back and started pacing again. "Which tops the ridiculous charts even for MY lovelife! There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Haldir." Jealously flared in his eyes again and Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes. "THERE ISN'T! He's just a friend. He's just someone to spar with. WHY can't anyone believe this?"
Now she could see the hurt rise to the surface. "I saw..."
"You SAW what you wanted to see." Buffy cut him off firmly. "You SAW me sparring with Haldir. That move you wanted to skin us both alive for? I've used it countless times over the years to save my life, Legolas. I'm the Slayer. When I fight I don't think twice about straddling my opponent's chest because of how it might look. When I fight that isn't a man, or an elf, beneath me - that is the enemy. That is who I'm going to kill." She paused and her eyes hardened. "And it's not like you were around to spar with in his place, now were you? No, you only decided to show up at the worst possible times and believe exactly what you wanted to."
He frowned and looked down. "I heard your sisters..."
"Puh-lease!" Buffy threw back her head and prayed for the strength not to strangle him. "My sisters are nosy matchmaking busybodies! If they had no other options they'd be trying to hook me up with GIMLI!" He met her gaze again and his eyes flashed with regret. Buffy was too busy thinking about her sisters and frowning to care. "I'm almost certain they've got some kind of bet going on who my next boyfriend is. And unless I miss my guess Willow's backing Haldir and Dawn thinks she's losing."
Legolas smirked before he could stop himself. "Dawn called Elladan and Elrohir."
Groaning Buffy rubbed her hand over her eyes. "I wondered why she kept bringing them up." Then her glare returned as something occurred to her. "YOU believed them! You pointy-eared dumbass!"
He glared back defensively. "I also heard YOU and your sisters."
"Don't they have that saying about eavesdroppers and never liking what you hear in Middle-Earth?" Buffy growled and the Prince pulled back on a neutral expression. The slayer rolled her eyes. "Yes, Haldir is hot. So is every other Elf walking the planet! You guys don't come in anything but hot and female! Of course, I noticed this. I'm not blind. That doesn't mean I'm going to jump his arrogant Elven bones. It just means that my sex drive has finally decided to come out of a six year hibernation."
Now his expression darkened again. "And this for Haldir."
"ARGH!" Buffy growled loudly in frustration again. Reaching forward she grabbed the front of his tunic in both hands. She yanked him to her and kissed him...
The world froze...shock registered in both their eyes. Oops. Bad bad Buffy...
Legolas recovered first. Never breaking eye contact, he pulled back slightly and rubbed his lips against hers. Soft skin to soft skin - a tremble ran through both their bodies. Still they stood stiff and alert, a breath of space between them. A long moment passed and Buffy gave no sign of rejection. Desire darkened the Prince's eyes to deep blue. Adding more pressure again her lips, he nudged them open to taste her. His soft tongue stroked Buffy's and she gave a gasp of pleasure. The slayer felt herself melting against him...into him.
Oh god, why hadn't they done this before? Wait...there was a reason. This...this had a point. What was it?
Buffy's brain felt fuzzy. Her thoughts slipped away. She couldn't concentrate on anything but the drugging heat of Legolas' tongue, in her mouth, caressing her own. He tasted like the forest he was so much a part of - rich, deep, exotic, powerful. More - she needed more. Rolling her tongue, Buffy sucked his lightly. Legolas gave a growl of satisfaction and slipped it deeper inside.
She remembered! She was mad at him. But did she really have to be? He tasted so damn good...
Buffy fought to hold onto her senses. She watched as intent flashed in the Prince's eyes and she ached for whatever he had planned. Still, reluctantly she pulled away. She forced herself to hold his gaze. "News flash, Pest." Pulling him forward again and leaning up onto her toes, Buffy ran her tongue lightly along the pointed tip of one ear. Legolas shuddered against her and Buffy had to bite back a moan at his reaction. She forced the words from her mouth in a husky whisper. "I...don't...want...Haldir."
Releasing him, the slayer turned on shaky legs to leave. She'd taken two steps when his arms encircled her waist from behind. He pulled her back against his chest and she shivered at the contact. The sensation of his slim, strong body pressed to hers and the telling hardness against the small of her back sent a wave a heat straight to Buffy's core. She bit her lip against the urge to give in. She just couldn't. He had...he had hurt her.
"I am sorry." The words were soft and sincere.
"Oh, thank god!" Buffy spun in his arms and wrapped herself around him. She kissed him again, this time thrusting her tongue past his lips into his mouth. Turnabout was fair play. Legolas had no objections. He responded as he used one hand to loosen her long hair and pull down her ponytail while the other curved under her ass. The Prince lifted her against him and rocked his erection into the heat between her thighs.
Buffy gasped and broke the kiss as her hips thrust against his hardness in answer. His talented fingers slid through her hair to rest against the back of her head and he pulled her mouth to his once again. She was drowning. Everything else dimmed - Buffy couldn't hear, feel, taste or smell anything but Legolas. Heat pulsed between them and they both answered to its rhythm. Hands grasped and tugged at tunics and trousers as they sought bare flesh.
Finding one last desperate shred of control, Buffy pulled back. Legolas' eyes blazed with desire as they met hers. She gasped and shook her head. "We...we can't."
Pain flashed across his face and he began to pull away. Buffy latched onto him tightly. "NO!" He frowned confused. She felt her face heat and hoped he put it down to lust. "Not...like we can't we can't...we...we SO can, but..." She released one hand to wave vaguely at their surroundings...they're open surroundings. "We can't here."
He smirked for a moment before he scanned her mussed hair and fierce eyes and slightly swollen lips and his eyes darkened in desire again. He nodded picking her up against him and setting a swift pace for the house at the back of the talan. Buffy eagerly helped by wrapping her legs around his slim waist. She couldn't resist the urge and rubbed her aching core against the hard length of his erection through their clothing. Legolas froze - his face twisted in near agony, but then continued on more swiftly than before. Reaching the door to the house, the Prince thrust it open impatiently and stalked through carrying his precious burden.
Buffy sighed in relief as she felt the soft surface of a bed beneath her. She wasn't even caring where said bed was at this point. It was a bed. It worked. Her lover's arms released from around her and Buffy whimpered at the loss. Then he was back and he gently sat her up and tugged the material of her tunic up and over her head. Buffy complied with his movements while staring hungrily at his now bared chest. Then when the constricting material was placed aside she leaned forward to suck at one of Legolas' tempting little nipples. The elf's breath hissed out between clenched teeth and Buffy grinned. She nipped at the puckered skin beneath her lips, soothed it with her tongue, then she turned her attention to its twin.
Legolas forced himself to withstand her ministrations. "Ai! Buffy..."
The sound of her true name on his lips made emotion clog the slayer's throat. It had been so long...so long since she'd wanted...since she'd loved. That realization hit her like a sledge hammer. Buffy pulled away. She looked up at Legolas with panicked eyes. "I..."
Seeing her distress, Legolas reigned in his desire and eased down to sit beside her. "What troubles you, Buffy? Are you not yet ready for this step?"
Buffy broke eye contact and shrugged awkwardly. "I...it's been a while, okay? I don't exactly hop into bed with every hot guy I meet and I never do it casually." She thought back on past encounters. She winced as Parker and her first relationship with Spike came to mind. "Got burned on the rebound once and had one of the darkest twisted relationships in history for a while, but never done casual."
"And you believe that I do?"
He tried to keep the emotion from his voice, but Buffy could tell he was insulted. She rolled her eyes. "That isn't what I mean. I...I'm trying to explain that..." She met his eyes hesitantly. "That this isn't. This isn't casual for me."
Legolas' eyes widened in understanding. He nodded. "Nor for myself. My people, for the most part, do not mate casually, Buffy. Our desire grows differently than the other races. For the Elves desire is about something deeper than physical appearance." He lifted one hand to cup her cheek and his eyes glowed with warmth as they held hers. "You could never be casual for me."
Buffy's eyes stung and she looked away to hide embarrassing tears. How disgustingly inappropriate and mood ruining...
Legolas slid his hand down to her chin and turned her back to face him. Holding her gaze, reading the emotion she fought to control, the warmth in his eyes ignited into a blue flame. He drew her face to his and leaned forward to gently lap away an escaping tear. His eyes never left his Slayer's.
Buffy shivered as desire sparked back to life. Reaching out she wrapped one arm around the back of the Prince's neck and drew him to her. She gasped as his naked chest met hers, but Legolas swallowed the sound of pleasure as he took her mouth again. He lowered her back against the bed. One hand stroked up and down her bare back and the other wound through the length of her silky hair. Buffy arched up against him desperate for his touch and taste.
After long minutes of consuming kisses, Legolas pulled back. His expression was strained and serious. "What is your decision? Do we stop this now, Buffy? For I know not how much longer my control will allow me to turn back."
Buffy searched his eyes and then her own heart. She found a strength and calm she never would've expected. Then she smiled softly up at her pointy-eared Pest. "Lady Galadriel told me that love is my gift now."
The Prince knew how to interpret her response. His eyes grew solemn and he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Ever shall I cherish it."
"Pfft," Buffy stole Willow's favorite nonsense sound. She smiled hungrily at the beautiful elf as she pulled his lips back to hers. "Forehead? You can do better than that."
Legolas smiled against her lips. "Let us see."
End of Chapter 13
I'm posting up two chapters tonight so check out the next one please!
By: Ring Red
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! sniffle
Rating: R (for stuff like this chapter)
Note: I am SO SORRY, but life has just been killer lately and I've gotten wrapped up in other things. I am still writing and I hope the two chapters I'm posting up tonight will make up for it a little. Thank you for my reviews last chapter. I'm glad you like the chemistry and the way the relationships are developing. I really do love Haldir so I had to have him and Buffy make nice. He is just SO arrogant and adorable. Most arrogant guys get on my nerves, but somehow he pulls it off. Must be an Elf thing because my Leggy tends to be arrogant too. Hmm...food for thought.
Once again, SO SORRY for the wait! Are my readers still out there? I haven't lost you, have I? I hope not. I am VERY iffy about this chapter, so I need you. I'm not confident in my ability to write love scenes or even partial love scenes. PLEASE let me know if it's okay. If it's horrible...well, I might just cry very loudly and never write again. Be kind? Please review for me if you like anything? I'm feeling very vulnerable. I could SO use the support right now and I'll promise to love you forever and ever. I think I may have strayed a bit into Mushy-Land, but I couldn't help myself...can you forgive me? Is it okay?
Should I keep this going?
Chapter Thirteen
It took her over half an hour to find him - the damn pointy-eared pest - but her anger had not dimmed in the slightest. If anything she was even more enraged. Stupid ignorant dumbass! What was it about males that made them universally stupid?
Buffy stormed up the last stretch of the walkway and onto the talan. It was one of the highest points in the great city. The breathtaking view over the talan's edges would normally have stolen the slayer's interest, but not today. Today she glared hard at the back of the Elven Prince staring out into the distance. "Do you know what I REALLY despise?"
Legolas stiffened and Buffy saw his hands curl into fists at his side, but he did not turn to face her.
She rolled her eyes. "No guesses? Well, I'll tell you anyway. I absolutely despise men, or vampires, or ELVES who get jealous as hell over NOTHING!"
That got his attention. The Pest's long blonde hair whipped around his shoulders as he turned to glare at her. God, he was even beautiful furious. It just wasn't fair.
Her anger swelled again and she nodded. "That's right. I LOATHE them." She tilted her head to the side and a mocking smile curved her lips. "And yet I attract them like bees to honey." Those gorgeous eyes weren't emotionless now. They swirled with a mix of so many different feelings and hues she couldn't begin to count and name them all. Which was a good thing because she didn't have the time to get lost in a pair of pretty eyes.
Shaking herself, Buffy began to pace back and forth in front of him as she vented her anger and pain. "First Angel and his ridiculous jealousy of Xander. Then Riley and his less ridiculous but no less annoying jealousy of Angel. Angel pays a little visit and gets jealous of Riley even though HE left ME! Next Spike and his insane jealousy of both Riley AND Angel. Angel pays another visit and then he's jealous of SPIKE!" She stopped pacing and glared at the Elf fiercely. "Do we begin to see a pattern forming?"
"AND NOW THERE'S YOU!" She raged and threw her hands in the air. Legolas' eyes flared in denial, but gritting her teeth Buffy took a menacing step toward him. She poked him hard in the chest with one finger. "That's right, YOU! YOU who wanted nothing more than to boot me and my sisters out of our own cottage! YOU who have done nothing but bicker and pick at me since you met me! YOU who have made no claim over me and actively ignored me for the last week! ARGH!" She growled in frustration.
Legolas opened his mouth, undoubtedly to make some dumbass remark about how wrong she was. Buffy never gave him the chance. "Don't even think of denying it, Pest. I know what I saw. I know because I've seen it and I've felt it before. You, for some god-unknown reason are jealous of Haldir."
She took a step back and started pacing again. "Which tops the ridiculous charts even for MY lovelife! There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Haldir." Jealously flared in his eyes again and Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes. "THERE ISN'T! He's just a friend. He's just someone to spar with. WHY can't anyone believe this?"
Now she could see the hurt rise to the surface. "I saw..."
"You SAW what you wanted to see." Buffy cut him off firmly. "You SAW me sparring with Haldir. That move you wanted to skin us both alive for? I've used it countless times over the years to save my life, Legolas. I'm the Slayer. When I fight I don't think twice about straddling my opponent's chest because of how it might look. When I fight that isn't a man, or an elf, beneath me - that is the enemy. That is who I'm going to kill." She paused and her eyes hardened. "And it's not like you were around to spar with in his place, now were you? No, you only decided to show up at the worst possible times and believe exactly what you wanted to."
He frowned and looked down. "I heard your sisters..."
"Puh-lease!" Buffy threw back her head and prayed for the strength not to strangle him. "My sisters are nosy matchmaking busybodies! If they had no other options they'd be trying to hook me up with GIMLI!" He met her gaze again and his eyes flashed with regret. Buffy was too busy thinking about her sisters and frowning to care. "I'm almost certain they've got some kind of bet going on who my next boyfriend is. And unless I miss my guess Willow's backing Haldir and Dawn thinks she's losing."
Legolas smirked before he could stop himself. "Dawn called Elladan and Elrohir."
Groaning Buffy rubbed her hand over her eyes. "I wondered why she kept bringing them up." Then her glare returned as something occurred to her. "YOU believed them! You pointy-eared dumbass!"
He glared back defensively. "I also heard YOU and your sisters."
"Don't they have that saying about eavesdroppers and never liking what you hear in Middle-Earth?" Buffy growled and the Prince pulled back on a neutral expression. The slayer rolled her eyes. "Yes, Haldir is hot. So is every other Elf walking the planet! You guys don't come in anything but hot and female! Of course, I noticed this. I'm not blind. That doesn't mean I'm going to jump his arrogant Elven bones. It just means that my sex drive has finally decided to come out of a six year hibernation."
Now his expression darkened again. "And this for Haldir."
"ARGH!" Buffy growled loudly in frustration again. Reaching forward she grabbed the front of his tunic in both hands. She yanked him to her and kissed him...
The world froze...shock registered in both their eyes. Oops. Bad bad Buffy...
Legolas recovered first. Never breaking eye contact, he pulled back slightly and rubbed his lips against hers. Soft skin to soft skin - a tremble ran through both their bodies. Still they stood stiff and alert, a breath of space between them. A long moment passed and Buffy gave no sign of rejection. Desire darkened the Prince's eyes to deep blue. Adding more pressure again her lips, he nudged them open to taste her. His soft tongue stroked Buffy's and she gave a gasp of pleasure. The slayer felt herself melting against him...into him.
Oh god, why hadn't they done this before? Wait...there was a reason. This...this had a point. What was it?
Buffy's brain felt fuzzy. Her thoughts slipped away. She couldn't concentrate on anything but the drugging heat of Legolas' tongue, in her mouth, caressing her own. He tasted like the forest he was so much a part of - rich, deep, exotic, powerful. More - she needed more. Rolling her tongue, Buffy sucked his lightly. Legolas gave a growl of satisfaction and slipped it deeper inside.
She remembered! She was mad at him. But did she really have to be? He tasted so damn good...
Buffy fought to hold onto her senses. She watched as intent flashed in the Prince's eyes and she ached for whatever he had planned. Still, reluctantly she pulled away. She forced herself to hold his gaze. "News flash, Pest." Pulling him forward again and leaning up onto her toes, Buffy ran her tongue lightly along the pointed tip of one ear. Legolas shuddered against her and Buffy had to bite back a moan at his reaction. She forced the words from her mouth in a husky whisper. "I...don't...want...Haldir."
Releasing him, the slayer turned on shaky legs to leave. She'd taken two steps when his arms encircled her waist from behind. He pulled her back against his chest and she shivered at the contact. The sensation of his slim, strong body pressed to hers and the telling hardness against the small of her back sent a wave a heat straight to Buffy's core. She bit her lip against the urge to give in. She just couldn't. He had...he had hurt her.
"I am sorry." The words were soft and sincere.
"Oh, thank god!" Buffy spun in his arms and wrapped herself around him. She kissed him again, this time thrusting her tongue past his lips into his mouth. Turnabout was fair play. Legolas had no objections. He responded as he used one hand to loosen her long hair and pull down her ponytail while the other curved under her ass. The Prince lifted her against him and rocked his erection into the heat between her thighs.
Buffy gasped and broke the kiss as her hips thrust against his hardness in answer. His talented fingers slid through her hair to rest against the back of her head and he pulled her mouth to his once again. She was drowning. Everything else dimmed - Buffy couldn't hear, feel, taste or smell anything but Legolas. Heat pulsed between them and they both answered to its rhythm. Hands grasped and tugged at tunics and trousers as they sought bare flesh.
Finding one last desperate shred of control, Buffy pulled back. Legolas' eyes blazed with desire as they met hers. She gasped and shook her head. "We...we can't."
Pain flashed across his face and he began to pull away. Buffy latched onto him tightly. "NO!" He frowned confused. She felt her face heat and hoped he put it down to lust. "Not...like we can't we can't...we...we SO can, but..." She released one hand to wave vaguely at their surroundings...they're open surroundings. "We can't here."
He smirked for a moment before he scanned her mussed hair and fierce eyes and slightly swollen lips and his eyes darkened in desire again. He nodded picking her up against him and setting a swift pace for the house at the back of the talan. Buffy eagerly helped by wrapping her legs around his slim waist. She couldn't resist the urge and rubbed her aching core against the hard length of his erection through their clothing. Legolas froze - his face twisted in near agony, but then continued on more swiftly than before. Reaching the door to the house, the Prince thrust it open impatiently and stalked through carrying his precious burden.
Buffy sighed in relief as she felt the soft surface of a bed beneath her. She wasn't even caring where said bed was at this point. It was a bed. It worked. Her lover's arms released from around her and Buffy whimpered at the loss. Then he was back and he gently sat her up and tugged the material of her tunic up and over her head. Buffy complied with his movements while staring hungrily at his now bared chest. Then when the constricting material was placed aside she leaned forward to suck at one of Legolas' tempting little nipples. The elf's breath hissed out between clenched teeth and Buffy grinned. She nipped at the puckered skin beneath her lips, soothed it with her tongue, then she turned her attention to its twin.
Legolas forced himself to withstand her ministrations. "Ai! Buffy..."
The sound of her true name on his lips made emotion clog the slayer's throat. It had been so long...so long since she'd wanted...since she'd loved. That realization hit her like a sledge hammer. Buffy pulled away. She looked up at Legolas with panicked eyes. "I..."
Seeing her distress, Legolas reigned in his desire and eased down to sit beside her. "What troubles you, Buffy? Are you not yet ready for this step?"
Buffy broke eye contact and shrugged awkwardly. "I...it's been a while, okay? I don't exactly hop into bed with every hot guy I meet and I never do it casually." She thought back on past encounters. She winced as Parker and her first relationship with Spike came to mind. "Got burned on the rebound once and had one of the darkest twisted relationships in history for a while, but never done casual."
"And you believe that I do?"
He tried to keep the emotion from his voice, but Buffy could tell he was insulted. She rolled her eyes. "That isn't what I mean. I...I'm trying to explain that..." She met his eyes hesitantly. "That this isn't. This isn't casual for me."
Legolas' eyes widened in understanding. He nodded. "Nor for myself. My people, for the most part, do not mate casually, Buffy. Our desire grows differently than the other races. For the Elves desire is about something deeper than physical appearance." He lifted one hand to cup her cheek and his eyes glowed with warmth as they held hers. "You could never be casual for me."
Buffy's eyes stung and she looked away to hide embarrassing tears. How disgustingly inappropriate and mood ruining...
Legolas slid his hand down to her chin and turned her back to face him. Holding her gaze, reading the emotion she fought to control, the warmth in his eyes ignited into a blue flame. He drew her face to his and leaned forward to gently lap away an escaping tear. His eyes never left his Slayer's.
Buffy shivered as desire sparked back to life. Reaching out she wrapped one arm around the back of the Prince's neck and drew him to her. She gasped as his naked chest met hers, but Legolas swallowed the sound of pleasure as he took her mouth again. He lowered her back against the bed. One hand stroked up and down her bare back and the other wound through the length of her silky hair. Buffy arched up against him desperate for his touch and taste.
After long minutes of consuming kisses, Legolas pulled back. His expression was strained and serious. "What is your decision? Do we stop this now, Buffy? For I know not how much longer my control will allow me to turn back."
Buffy searched his eyes and then her own heart. She found a strength and calm she never would've expected. Then she smiled softly up at her pointy-eared Pest. "Lady Galadriel told me that love is my gift now."
The Prince knew how to interpret her response. His eyes grew solemn and he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Ever shall I cherish it."
"Pfft," Buffy stole Willow's favorite nonsense sound. She smiled hungrily at the beautiful elf as she pulled his lips back to hers. "Forehead? You can do better than that."
Legolas smiled against her lips. "Let us see."
End of Chapter 13
I'm posting up two chapters tonight so check out the next one please!
