Disclaimer:

None of these characters are mine. All characters from Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Charmed are the property of Joss Whedon and Aaron Spelling, respectively.

Summary:

Crossover between the Charmed and Buffy universes. An evening with Cole and Willow.

Author's Note:

Thanks to Zith, Kirallie, KaylaShay, TodayGirl, and Erica from Twisting The Hellmouth and nelle-fang from with their great suggestions on what to do about Xander's death. Any other suggestions out there? Send me a message and let me know. Xander's story is up to you!

Please read & review. This is the first time I have ever written a love scene. Please let me if it's bad, really bad, or worse. (If it's good, let me know too.) And, for all of you waiting with baited breath for the former and current Mrs. Cole Turner to meet, it'll be in the next chapter!

Chapter Twelve – Mrs. Turner's New Shoes

Willow had been wearing her new shoes – all three and one-half inches of them – all evening. They really weren't that good on her arches. But judging by Cole's eyes continually darting down to her ankles, they must make her legs look real good. Ah, well, no pain, no gain, she thought as she caressed the lavender lotion into her legs. She was still wearing the heels even now. After all, she didn't want to look like a complete dork when she saw Phoebe Halliwell tomorrow. She wanted to look elegant, and sophisticated. And, hell, she wanted to look sexy. She was still amazed at it all. Cole wanted her, desired her, needed her. Her heart told her she wasn't second best. Even her gut knew it. But, sometimes, just sometimes, her head questioned the truth. Even now, her head wondered what if...

She turned as she heard a strangling sound coming from behind her. She smiled wickedly. It was Cole. She turned back and switched legs, starting to smooth the lotion in her right leg now. She reached over for some more of the lotion, confident of what it would do to Cole. She was wearing his favorite silk gown, it was amber in color and swept low in the back. By stretching forward, she knew how it would stretch the muscles across her back and tighten the silk across her behind. She laughed inside, how she enjoyed this power she had over him.

Cole couldn't breathe. He wasn't breathing. All the blood in his body seemed to be in one location. One very uncomfortable location. He backed up and closed the door by backing into it. She was still wearing those shoes, those incredibly sexy shoes. He'd barely made it through the night. He struggled to breathe and slowly made it towards the bed. He sat down slowly on the edge, never taking his eyes off of his wife, his incredibly luscious wife. It just shouldn't be legal. Tormenting someone like this. His eyes met hers in the mirror over her 19th Century Louis-Phillipe style vanity table. She was enjoying this. Oh, she always did, he thought. She enjoyed the sense of power it gave her, knowing how very little work it took to drive me mad. But, eventually, I get to exert a little power myself. I just need to be patient.

It was all Willow could do not to laugh. She had laughed once earlier in their marriage and it had broken the mood. They'd had to go to sleep, and then she'd woken three hours later with him caressing her into a meltdown. And she didn't want to wait tonight. She got some more lotion and started massaging it into her arms. Looking into the mirror, she that his eyes had turned completely black. Black as obisidian. That was why it worked so well, she thought. They both had that blackness within, but with them, two creatures of darkness, they somehow created light. It was hard to believe. A man, a demon,born and raised in the depths of hell, he was her salvation. He kept her from succumbing to the darkness within. After all that her mortal friends had done, a demon was her salvation. She smiled happily at the thought.

He'd removed his shoes and was unbuttoning his shirt when he'd seen the secret smile slip across her face. That was his special smile. The one she gave when she was thinking about what they were together. She thought that he had saved her. In fact, she was even more his salvation. It was funny when you think of it: the Halliwells, Leo, Phoebe's love for him, all forces for Good, and they couldn't keep him safe. None of it could even match what Willow gave him with no thought of herself. She by all rights should have stayed away. I could have led her down that path to destruction. As a demon, I should. She would havebeen a superb Queen. But she didn't – she opened her heart and took him in, all of him. He'd removed his shirt now. All that was left were his suddenly very tight slacks. Looking in her eyes again, he knew it was soon now. Not much longer before it was time.

She watched Cole rise from his position on the bed and came up to her from behind. She smiled, it wasn't quite time yet. Soon, though. She smiled up at him in the mirror. He came up and reached over her to get some of the lotion. He started caressing it into her shoulders and onto her back in ever expanding circles. "Nice shoes."

She stretched one leg out, pointing her toe. "They certainly get your attention."

"Darling, you ALWAYS have my attention. Always. Never doubt that." He smiled and shifted his legs to try to ease the throbbing between them. "And some parts of me are paying more attention than others."

She smiled and leaned back into him. It was time. She let the darkness flow out of her. The power flowed out of her, reaching for him, embracing him. Cole's eyes shot open at the first sense of her opening move. It never ceased to amaze him, the incredible rush he got when the power first started flowing towards him. The beast within fought to come out, but he tamped it down. He knew Willow liked it slow and sensual. She didn't deserve a quick rutting like a common animal. He let some of his dark power flow out and intertwine with hers. He knelt down and putting his hands on her hips, he reached in and claimed her lips in a dark, primal kiss, branding her as his mate.

Willow moaned at the feeling filling her. She curled her fingers into his dark curly hair and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her powers were completely intertwined with his now. She could feel his darkness filling her, and she could feel hers filling him. It was so perfect, this. This perfect mating. It was at times like this that she knew he was hers. He had always been hers. Phoebe Halliwell had just been a pit stop for Cole. This, the joy they shared, the power they shared, this was the prize you get at the checkered flag.

Cole lifted her, carrying her to their bed. Setting her gently down, he broke his lips from hers and moved to her neck, nibbling down until he reached the very sensitive hollow of her pulse point. He felt Willow's leg slide down, intertwining with his. Her hands slid down his shoulders to his hips. He gasped as she brushed one hand over his throbbing, pulsing core. Damn! What this woman does to me! Her hand moved up to his waistband, she unclasped his slacks and slowly, sensually slid them down his legs. He flinched as she used the heels of those – those damnably wonderful shoes – to kick the last obstacle away.

Willow could feel it in him. The core of him. The red-hot center of this volcano of a man. It was struggling to get free. Beast. Darkness. Demon. Belthazor. Call it what you will. But that was the heart of the man. The Tootsie center of the Tootsie Pop. She smiled at her joke. It took a few licks to get there, but Goddess it was worth it. She moaned once again as his lips, teeth, and tongue did their divine torture. Her gown was being stripped inch by inch. She started to kick off the shoes.

"Don't darling." He struggled to spit out. All he wanted was to taste her, every inch of her. By the Mother, he'd never get tired of this woman, this spitfire, this treasure. "Don't take off the shoes. I really like them. Good choice, darling. Great shoes. Hell, I'm going to have them bronzed."

Willow complied, laughing inside. Not too hard, though, not wanting to shatter the connection. She ran her hands up and down his very muscular back. Soon, soon. Then she heard the crackling. The crackling of the heart of Cole's darkness. The very atmosphere crackled with the high voltage power that his demon generated. And, then she felt him shift and change under her very hands. His body grew and changed shape. Looking up into the black eyes and red skin of her husband's demon form, she smiled and pulled him into her. The claws dug into her back and his fangs nipped at her skin, occasionally drawing blood.

Cole's demon half was now in complete control. He couldn't stop if he wanted to. And who did? He could taste her blood on his tongue. It was spicy, very spicy. He felt her shudder in passion at the trail his claws made up and down her flesh. He reached down to her very core and used one claw to tease at her. She turned into a wild woman at that, bolting and bucking like a wild horse. She took a breath to scream and, taking her mouth with his, he swallowed it into him.

Willow wasn't sure she'd survive. It was always this way. It crescendoed, and crescendoed, higher and higher, to places she was sure she couldn't go. But she always did. They always did. There magicks were almost completely as one now. Just one more step. She took a deep breath. She was having yet another orgasm. She took a deep breath to scream yet again, and just before he claimed her mouth, he claimed her in every way a woman could be claimed.

He was riding her over and over. It was never enough. Never, never enough. He grabbed her from behind and turned them over. She was now riding him, those delightful heels digging into the sides of his chest. It was such delightful torture. Yes, definitely. She reached down and grasped his head and kissed him passionately. Claiming him as hers. Yes, hers. With one final shudder, he spent himself in her.

She felt the scalding heat of his issue entering her. She shuddered one final time and collapsed on top of him. He turned and pulled her into his chest as they lay wrapped in each other's arms. Cole barely felt as the heels of Willow's remarkable shoes slid down his legs to come to rest between them. He nuzzled into her and fell into sleep, still in his demonic form. Yes, he thought, remarkable shoes.

Willow burrowed into the warmth of her husband's chest. Wonderful shoes.