Chapter 9
Buffy walked with purpose towards Giles’ flat. There was a heavy weight on her heart. In typical Scoobie fashion, they had found the ‘better’ solution just in the nick of time. Now she had a make or break choice; should she go ahead with the ritual, as she was sure was the ‘right’ thing to do, or betray Ellie’s trust and use the counter-spell?
Sighing, she thought, ‘Giles will go ballistic over this...’
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A soft rap invaded Giles’ ears. Walking with long strides towards the door, he opened it, relieved to find Buffy standing on the other side.
“My dear, I hated to ring you so late at night, but it was imperative that I inform you that I have found the proper counter-spell. If you’ll step this way and act as a conduit, I can perform the spell immediately...”
As Giles droned on about using the correct ingredients, the ritual words, and the right outcome of of spell in question, Buffy realized that she really WAS a Slayer of her word. She couldn’t go through with the counter-spell, not after promising Ellie that she would undertake the ritual.
“Giles,” she began timidly, “I already talked to Ellie tonight. I’m going to help her with the ritual to cure Drusilla.”
Aghast, Giles exclaimed, “Buffy! That is a most unwise course of action! We don’t know the ramifications or repercussions of this ritual at all, you could be hurt or killed!”
“Ellie trusted me enough to release the magical bonds and let me enter her home. Spike trusted she and I enough to talk without violence, and not once after Ellie stopped us did he make a move to kill me. Now it’s time for ME to trust Ellie.”
Sighing, Giles knew that he was outmatched by Buffy’s stubbornness. “Have you talked with Angel?” he finally said.
“No, and you and I both know I don’t have to. He’ll be there. It’s all about his redemption. Don’t tell me you didn’t see the look in his eyes when I mentioned ‘righting a wrong.’”
Realizing that she was right, he conceded defeat. “May I at least accompany you to this farce?”
“I’ll just bet that Ellie will be expecting us.” she replied with a small smile, turning to head home.
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Ellie decided to walk back to the old house, with the intent to save her strength. She knew that she would need every bit to see the ritual through to its end. To say that she was ecstatic would be an understatement. Buffy had opened her heart to her mother’s plight! It was just as Drusilla had foretold; she would become well again, and with that freedom she could release Spike as her protector and nursemaid. All was going EXACTLY according to plan, and Ellie couldn’t help but giggle at her good fortune!
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Sitting alone in his darkened apartment, Angel was lost in thought. Brooding, some might call it, he thought with a laugh. He pondered his beloved child, Drusilla, and how he tortured her mind for so long. She had been such a beautiful young thing that the whoring side of Liam just couldn’t resist. She was heavily resistant to his advances, so he had used every trick in his rather large book to twist and turn her as he liked. As the final straw, he had killed her entire family in front of her. As she had gone to take her last vows as nun, he had decided then, when she was at her lowest, to turn her and keep her forever. With a chance to amend this grievous error, he couldn’t help but feel relieved and somewhat excited.
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While Drusilla napped quietly, Spike was also lost in thought. ‘Has Dru gone barmy?” he thought. ‘Well, more barmy than usual,’ he amended. ‘Dance with the sunshine? What the bleedin’ hell does that mean? I’ve been faithful to her for more than a century, and now she’s tellin’ me that it’s not in the bloody stars??’ Sighing audibly, he resigned himself to sleeping, as he would get no more answers out of Dru than he could blood from an orange.
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After arriving back at the abandoned house, Ellie found herself sitting on stores of pent-up energy. As there were no preparations yet to be made for the ritual at hand, she decided to stir up some trouble. Surely her mother wouldn’t mind her borrowing a bit through their link...
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Across black satin sheets a naked female figure was strewn haphazardly, limbs akimbo. Covered in all the right places by a swath of fabric, she was almost demure. Blond hair fanned this way and that among the multitude of pillows, as she waited patiently for her lover to disrobe.
Smirking, the male across the room shed his long leather coat and cocked his head to the side. Leering unabashedly at her, she blushed prettily.
“Gonna take care of you right proper, I will,” he said.
Swallowing reflexively she nodded with wide eyes.
Slowly unbuttoning his red overshirt, he watched as she arched her hips slightly off the bed in anticipation. With a low groan, he sped up his movements, quickly shedding the offending garment. It fell to the floor in a heap, and he then crossed his arms and pulled the black t-shirt over his head. As the alabaster skin of his taut torso was revealed, the female moaned appreciatively.
“Ohhh pretty...” she said.
Offended, the male cried, “Oi! No’ pretty, manly! Handsome even!”
Giggling, she acquiesced. A sharp intake of breath was heard as he resumed his slower pace in undressing. Using both hands to pop the buttons on his fly, his erection sprang free to jut proudly against his stomach. Relieved to be free of the constriction of his tight black jeans, he sighed happily. Finally stepping out of the chafing garment, he was now as nude as the woman on the bed.
He stalked towards her. She made room for him on the luxurious bed, and he kneeled down and dropped his head towards hers. She met him halfway and their lips met softly. Brushing lightly, the kiss grew more passionate as tongues began to slip and slide sensuously against one another. As the kiss broke and rekindled so the woman could take in needy gulps of air, she slipped one hand down his chest, lightly teasing the skin there until she was trailing her fingers through the curls nestled just above his member. Finally taking him firmly in hand, she began to stroke him just as he liked.
Breaking the kiss one final time with a groan, he too began to explore. Sliding the sheet down to reveal her breasts, he cupped one mound gently as a wayward thumb began to rub feather-soft circles around its tip. Grinning, he winked before his head dipped down to take its twin into his cool mouth, taking long pulls on her nipple.
She moaned tortuously, increasing her rhythmic pumping of his cock. Growling, he abandoned her peaks. Two could play at that game. His fingers quickly ripped the sheet away completely, revealing her luscious golden-skinned body to his gaze. Returning his eyes to hers, his hands pressed her legs open wide, and he took in the sight of her womanhood.
“Mmmm,” he said lecherously. “What a pretty shade of pink I’ve found!”
Blushing once more, she noticed her breathing becoming more and more labored. As he slowly brushed two fingers from her opening to her clit, she gasped loudly.
“So kitten wants to play hmm?” he said.
Nodding furiously, she lifted her hips in insistence that he continue. Laughing softly, he slid one digit into her, delighting at her sharp gasp and subsequent moan. Beginning to pump slowly, he brought his thumb to back her clit and pressed languid circles. Within moments, she was writhing, tormented.
“Need more...need...you...” she whispered, breathless.
“Then more you’ll have love,” he responded.
Moving to rest his hips between hers, he aligned their bodies. As always, they fit perfectly together, his weight not to heavy, nor did his height leave her out of range of his melting kisses. Waiting for her assent, he rubbed the head of his cock teasingly along her folds.
“Now...please...” she whimpered.
With no further introduction necessary, he plunged into her depths in one steady stroke. He waited, savoring the sensation of being once more inside her. After a moment, he felt her strong muscles clench him deliciously. He began to thrust at a leisurely pace, enjoying her tightness.
“So good,” she moaned.
“Tha’s right kitten, squeeze me good, love that love that love...” he babbled.
Pumping ever faster, their words became moans, then grunts interspersed with frantic breathing. As they approached climax...
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Twin figures shot straight up in bed and gasps were loud in the still night. Though miles away, there was no mistaking who the two had dreamed about. Embarrassed and resigned to cleaning up sticky sheets, they both lay back down, panting and pondering.
Ellie giggled.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Warning...I say warning! I finally live up to my NC-17 rating in this chapter, and I hope I don't disappoint. I've NEVER written smut before, so I hope it doesn't suck.
As we visit many of the main characters, Ellie decides to cause a bit of pre-ritual trouble...
As we visit many of the main characters, Ellie decides to cause a bit of pre-ritual trouble...
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