Title: Like Dancing
Series: Winter Tidings
Author: Jmaria
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own none. Bruckheimer Co own Tristan, and Joss owns Illyria
FfA Pairing: #771 Illyria / Tristan (King Arthur)
Summary: Talking leads to violence leads to sardonic comments
A/N: eyeroll I couldn't resist.
Like Dancing
The blue skinned woman cocked her head at him, watching his every move in a very calculating way. Had he been a lesser man, he would have faltered under her determined glare. She was odd. She looked like the Woads, but acted superior.
"Wes, keep her back." The dark haired abomination ordered.
"Yes, let me just try to control the God King, shall I?" Wesley said drolly.
"She's a king then?" Tristan asked. "And a god as well?"
"You speak as if this Shell was of my choosing, pathetic human." Illyria said.
"I've no doubt you'd have chosen a more capable body than that." Tristan replied, his hand holding the curved blade tighter, his body readying itself for the dance.
About five minutes later, a heavily breathing Tristan lay flat on his back with a leather boot to his throat and his sword in her hand.
"He is much more enjoyable than Spike. May I make him my pet?"