Better Than The Fantasy
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or Charmed.
Summary: Two old friends discover each other and try to catch up.
Chapter Two
It is you. Isnt it? She just couldnt believe it. It was Rack. She had always dreamed about what it would be like when he finally came to her. However, that didnt involve a nasty, sticky pool of dead warlock. He was very tall and very big now. Not like hed been before. When puberty hit him, it mustve hit hard. Her nose wrinkled, the dead warlock was beginning to go off. Is there a reason you had to make a mess? I mean, there are easier ways to kill a warlock without any fuss.
He was frozen. He couldnt speak. He couldnt even breathe. His arms hung uselessly at his sides. He hands ached, itched to touch her. An image of her pressed up against the wall as his hands roamed and explored her flashed through his mind. He groaned audibly as his body reacted to the image. He tried to smile at her.
His aura flamed with arousal and she shuddered as it coursed through her aura and then her body. She closed her eyes and sighed. She had known this would happen. She knew this day would come. But she could have never imagined the intensity of feeling. It was frightening. She didnt know if her humanity could control the feelings, or if she would be consumed by them.
She took a deep breath and looked up at him, and then past to the mess. She heard a slight commotion as someone started up the stairs. By the sound of it, they needed the bathroom badly. Get rid of that mess, Rack. And quickly. We dont need mortals to see things like this. There are rules, you know.
He was startled by the sound of command in her voice. Even more surprised by how he instantly felt a compulsion to obey. He frowned and looked at her. What - how - was she doing that? He turned to look at what remained of the warlock. Why hadnt he told him where the trap was located? Perhaps he shouldnt be looking anyway. After all, grandmother and father were the ones who were interested. And, hell knows, what they would do with the information.
Damnation, Rack! She was very angry. Very strange. The music in her voice and in her aura changed. He cringed. He felt - small. He stumbled backwards as she shoved past him. For such a small creature, she was quite intimidating. He didnt think her size was a weakness at all. He watched as she stormed towards the mess. He looked down at her feet. They were so small and she was not wearing her shoes. He cleared his throat and coughed a couple times. He didnt know if he could bring himself to speak to her. Hed practiced so many times what hed say. Mmmm Selie? Try not to step in the gunk. Well, that certainly wasnt how his fantasies went. Damn. Suave and devastating he wasnt.
She looked down at her stocking feet. Damn. So much for these stockings. She lifted up her left and then her right foot. Gross. There were holes and some damp spots that she so didnt to know about. Ick. She turned and frowned at Rack. Why is it the pretty ones are useless?
He groaned even louder this time. His heart contracted painfully. The look in her eyes and the emotion cascading through her aura couldnt be clearer. Disdain, disappointment, disgust. A burst of sound came from the stairway. The mortals were getting closer. He had to slow them down. He extended his aura towards them and felt for their auras. They were weak and unstable. The standard aura for a drunk mortal. No trouble at all to influence. He gently tweaked their auras just enough to make them pause.
What the hell are you doing? He cringed. He turned to see her glaring at him. His heart contracted again. When did she get to be more than a sexual fantasy? When did she become vital to his well-being? Was it always there? She had her shoes back on. For a minute, he thought she was going to continue. But, then, she seemed to remember something. She turned back and snapped her fingers. The spill seemed to simmer and boil until all that was left was a slight wisp of steam.
How? She sighed. Rack, dear Rack. It hurt her to see him cringe. Did he know that his aura was so obvious, so easy to read? Of course, she used her aura constantly too. Both she and Ben had learned early how to use them. In fact, there were times Ben used the ability to get laid. Shed always been disgusted with that. Mama said he took after his father in a lot of ways. Though, Daddy always said he took after Mama.
The mortals finally made their way into the hallway where they stood. They were incredibly drunk. Way too far gone. Shed have to tell Mel they needed to be cut off. They laughed loudly as they staggered towards the bathroom. They clumsily stumbled into her and she went flying. The toe of her shoe caught in one of the slats in the floor and then she stopped and crashed into a hard surface. She couldnt breathe. She looked up and realized that she was being held by Rack. Oh, no. She moaned as she felt his hand shift from her back down to her hips and everything went red and there was heat everywhere.
It was like his fantasy. He was holding her. He had his dream in his arms. He could feel her breathing catch. Her breasts against him, all he could think about was making her his. Only his. He wanted his scent on her. He wanted to be in her. Everything went red. His hands grasped more firmly and lifted her so they were face-to-face. He spun around and pinned her against the wall. He could feel the heat from her body, his aura was flaring and he could feel that hers was too. He had lowered his taste her - a fantasy hed always wanted to realize - when the blow struck him.