Title: Dark Inklings
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns all things Buffyverse, Christine owns all things Darkverse. I merely mash em together.
Summary: Two worlds of hunters collide, and each seems to bring the other a bit of the salvation that was needed.
A/N: the mind and it's lovely contradictions.

Dark Inklings

Chapter Three: Almost Lover

What Josef lacked in intimate knowledge, he made up in fervor. In spades. The first few seconds of the kiss had been all banging teeth and smooshed lips, fingers that didn't quite know where they belonged yet, and lack of breath in her lungs. A giggle escaped her lips, the sound getting swallowed by his mouth on hers. He pulled back slightly, a questioning look on his eyes.

I'm not

It's not that. Just, after everything I've been through, I'm the only one who could be kissed to death. It's funny

I'm not going to kiss you to death. That'd be like me killing myself.

that bad..

"Did we just do the creepy mind-talk thing? Cause I'm pretty sure I shouldn't know how to do that," Vi shivered, pulling herself away from Josef, her arms crossed over her chest like she could ward him off.

"We did, and its not creepy."

"Okay, me and my friends were once targets of an evil that could show and talk for itself only in the brains of people it was trying to manipulate. I don't like all the psychic stuff going down in my head."

Vi turned away from him, her fingers clenching into fists as she tried to reign in her hormones. Josef was stiff behind her, his hurt and unease pouring into her. Oh, that wasn't fair. She turned and glared at him. Which only confused him more.

"Do not even pull that manipulative card on me."

"I didn't mean to -"

"I'm already freaked out by this newsflash, so I really don't need the extra pressure of you being all hurt because I can't cope with it! I've rolled with so many punches in the last five years you can't even imagine, but this - this new little hiccup in my already destiny full plate is just a little nerve wracking!" Vi dragged her hand through her hair, wincing as it caught on a still knotted tangle from her earlier fight. Tears of frustration clouded her vision and crying just wasn't an option. He reached for her, but she shied away. Contact with him obviously wasn't an option either, because part of her wanted to do nothing but get lost in his kiss again. "We're setting boundaries, until -"

There is nothing that you feel that I don't feel just as strongly.

"And that is number one! No mind murmurs, no imaginary caresses or whatever other telepathic crap you guys can do. You talk like a normal person."

"But I'm not a normal person. And neither are you!"

"Just a hint, don't tell a girl she's not normal when the object is get into her pants," Vi flushed, but pulled her best Faith-as-mentor imitation out there.

"That's not the object! I -"

"Should go now. Because right now, that's all I can think of on an empty stomach," Vi skirted back to the door and held it open wide for him to leave. Josef's mouth hung open in confusion.

"I'll have someone send you up a plate," Josef wasn't sure where the words had come from, but they'd left his mouth before he could even think about it.

"Thank you," and then she made a mistake. Vi touched him, a single caress to his forearm that sent shivers to his very core, his eyes darkening with desire and the urge to claim. Vi felt her stomach drop, and her fingers dug into his arm.

Suddenly he was on her, his lips bruising hers as she fumbled back against the wall, the door knob slamming against the wall, denting against the stone façade. One arm loped around his shoulder so her hand could bury it in the surprisingly soft dyed green hair of his. Her right arm balanced her weight on his forearm. His right arm curved around her waist, pulling her lower body closer to him, while his left slipped behind her neck, his thumb caressing the sensitive spot just behind her ear. Vi moaned, needing the welcome friction.

Still using her right arm for balance, she pushed up off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. Vi moaned again, the contact sending her mind reeling. She rotated her hips against him. Her breath came out in a needy whimper. He groaned against her lips, angling his head to deepen the kiss.

"Oh my god! I need acid for my eyes!"

Josef's head dropped from hers, and she could feel him growl against her bare shoulder. Dawn stood less than a foot away from them, hands crossed and a pained look on her face. Vi took a deep breath and slowly unwound her legs from his waist, dropping her hands to her side. Josef pressed a small, tender kiss to her skin before he stepped back from her.

"I'll bring a plate up," he murmured.

"No need, I was just coming to do a kitchen raid," Dawn said too brightly. Vi couldn't help giving her a dazed look. "Faith-speak 101 about slaying. Thought I'd err on the side of caution, considering."

"Faith-speak?" Josef frowned.

"Don't even think it, Summers," Vi shook her head, remembering it too clearly. "We're gonna go get something to eat. We'll talk boundaries later."

Vi kept her head down as she let Dawn lead her away. She pinched the arm Dawn had grabbed.

"Ow! What, did you want to have sex with him up against the wall. Oh, god, I'm gonna be sick."

"No, yeah, dammit, I don't know!" Vi leaned against her. "Dawnie, what the hell am I supposed to do?"