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Re: FIC: Interludis Neanderthalensis3/3
- Subject: Re: FIC: Interludis Neanderthalensis3/3
- From: Verla Wilkens <zurich1234@xxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 10:45:15 -0800 (PST)
--- PB <pbnj@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
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<font size=4>TITLE: Interludis Neanderthalensis<br>
PART: 3/3<br>
AUTHOR: Pink Rabbit Productions<br>
ARCHIVE:
<a href="http://pinkrabbit.simplenet.com/";
eudora="autourl">http://pinkrabbit.simplenet.com</a><br>
RATING: PG-13 (sorry folks, no smut this time
around)<br>
DISCLAIMER: Joss, Kuzui, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and Fox
own all of the
characters. I, do however own this particular
arrangement of words in
cyberspace, though Joss is welcome to steal them at
any time (yeah,
right, that's gonna happen).<br>
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This follows the stories Spin,
Spinning, Spun Out, and
It's All Depends on Your Timing. <br>
<br>
Interludis Neanderthalensis 3/3<br>
by Pink Rabbit Productions<br>
<br>
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The hands that rested on her hips were profoundly
gentle, while the green
eyes that stared into her own were dark with worry. A
tender hand brushed
silky bangs back from her brow and then she tasted
soft lips against her
own. The kiss was full of a leisurely sort of passion
possible only when
two people have been lovers for a long time and Buffy
sank into it,
losing herself in the sweet comfort.
"Willow," she exhaled when
their lips parted. Again the gentle smile. <br>
<br>
"You okay?" the redhead questioned, her
fingers still stroking
Buffy's hair back from her forehead.</i> <i>"I
was worried when I
got back from my meeting late and you were already
gone."<br>
<br>
The Slayer laughed mockingly and turned away from eyes
that saw too much.
"Define okay," she said grimly.<br>
<br>
There was a brief pause before Willow commented dryly,
"Well, I
guess that answers that question." Buffy didn't
have time to try and
escape before she was enveloped in a warm hug from
behind, then she felt
the familiar weight of Willow's chin on her shoulder
and soft lips
against the curve of her shoulder. "I love
you."<br>
<br>
Buffy could feel the tension in her chest underlying
the soreness in
overtired muscles. "I'm slowing down, Will."
The words were out
of her mouth before she could call a halt to the
thought.<br>
<br>
The silence stretched out between them as Buffy felt
Willow tense.
"It's going to be okay."<br>
<br>
Buffy pulled free as she spun, unable to contain the
anger and
frustration burning in her breast. "I'm
thirty-five, Will. That's
older than any Slayer...ever...and I'm slowing down. I
wouldn't have made
it this far if it wasn't you and Giles...and
Xander...and everyone
else..."<br>
<br>
Willow swallowed hard, sweeping a hand back through
her elegantly cut,
shoulder-length hair, trying not to let her own fears
show. "We'll
get you through," she swore intently. <br>
<br>
Buffy shook her head. "How...you can't magic
every vampire in the
world away, and there is no retirement program for
Slayers...I'm ten
years older than any Slayer who's come before
me..." Left unsaid was
the welling pit of fear that her life was drawing
close to the end of its
cycle.<br>
<br>
"I'm not going to let that happen," Willow
insisted, but Buffy
cut in a hard voice.<br>
<br>
"How do you expect to stop it?"<br>
<br>
"If this is because--"<br>
<br>
"It's not," Buffy cut her off harshly, then
softened her voice
as she drew close once again. "I love you,"
she whispered and
reached out, touching Willow's cheek tenderly.
"More than my
life." Buffy swallowed hard, struggling to force
air past the
tightness in her throat as she continued, "To the
point where I can
barely remember a time when I didn't love
you."<br>
<br>
Willow framed Buffy's face in her hands, eyes blazing
as she leaned into
her lover's space. "Then trust me," she
pleaded. "I'm so
close, but if you let go none of it matters."<br>
<br>
Buffy let her head fall forward until her forehead was
resting against
her lover's. "I'm just so tired of the
fight," she sighed
sadly.<br>
<br>
"Trust me," Willow whispered near her ear,
and Buffy took
comfort from the intensity of love she could hear in
her voice. No matter
what happened, Willow was the one constant in her
life. She lifted her
head from Willow's slender shoulder, surprised as
always by the strength
in her lover's seemingly fragile and all too mortal
frame. The fear she
felt for her own future was nothing next to her fear
that she'd be too
slow one night when Willow was with her and miss the
threat that would
finally cost her lover for her fidelity. As if sensing
the thoughts going
through Buffy's head, Willow tucked a finger under her
chin, forcing her
to truly focus on her. "I have loved you since I
was sixteen years
old...my entire adult life," she whispered
intently, "I will
always love you..." She paused, taking a deep
breath before she
continued. "And I would rather die with you than
live without you,
but I am not planning on that." She held on tight
to Buffy's chin
when she would have looked away. "I plan on
living a long life with
you, but you <b>have</b> to trust me. Even the mighty
Slayer has to let
someone help them now and then."Willow leaned
forward and brushed a
kiss over her lover's soft lips, reminding Buffy that
there was more than
one way of avoiding thoughts of vampires and
mortality.<br>
<br>
A slow smile lifted the Slayer's full lips. "Talk
me into it,"
she challenged, her eyes suddenly gleaming with
passion. She needed to
escape the worry and terror of her life, needed to
touch her lover and
feel alive again.<br>
<br>
Willow braced her hands against the wall on either
side of Buffy's head
while her lips lifted in a smile full of erotic
promise. "I
dunno...are you sure you're worth the
effort?"<br>
<br>
"Ow," Buffy exhaled. "Now, there's a
dare if ever I heard
one." She leaned forward, almost, but not quite
touching her
Willow's smooth cheek. <br>
<br>
"Mmm, maybe I'm curious to see how hard you're
willing to
work."<br>
<br>
Buffy inhaled the sweet perfume of her lover's skin as
she lifted her
hands to the belt of Willow's robe, gently tugging it
loose to slip her
hands inside and find the warm curves she knew so
well. Agile fingers
easily found the telltale signs of arousal as they
stroked velvety skin.
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much,"
she whispered and
felt Willow shiver in response. "In fact,
methinks I don't have to
work at all." They were cheek to cheek, still not
quite touching,
enjoying the game of flirting and teasing, needing the
heady pleasure to
last as long as possible. <br>
<br>
"Do it anyway," Willow invited and leaned
more heavily against
the wall. <br>
<br>
And then they kissed, mouths meeting, parting briefly,
then meeting again
in broad, open-mouthed kisses that were as intimate as
any caress could
be. Long minutes passed as they simply shared
themselves that way, then
Buffy trailed her lips along the arch of Willow's
cheekbone, tasting her
skin before fluttering tiny kisses down the arch of
her throat. The
Wiccan's throat muscles worked convulsively, the tiny
sounds Buffy had
always found so erotic erupting from her slightly
parted lips. She spread
the silky robe wider, dusting kisses on silky pale
flesh, drinking in the
tiny tremors and whimpers of arousal as her lips moved
lower.<br>
<br>
Willow's head fell forward, her hair shading her face
in a silky crimson
curtain, while she was forced to lean more heavily
against the wall to
remain on her feet.<br>
<br>
"I hope you know," Buffy whispered between
pressing tiny kisses
over Willow's taut stomach, "that this means
you've surrendered any
future rights to complain about my work
ethic."<br>
<br>
Willow groaned softly. "Cancel all my future
visits to the complaint
department," she panted. Buffy was kneeling
between her lover and
the wall, supernaturally strong hands stroking rounded
hips and slender
legs, while her lips danced and painted erotic
designs. They were both
bathed in perspiration, muscles quivering, perfectly
tuned to one
another's wants and needs. Buffy tipped her head back
on her shoulders,
staring up at Willow's downbent head, taking in the
expressions that
quicksilvered across her fine features. "I love
you," she
whispered very softly.<br>
<br>
Willow smiled, her eyes burning with need as she
whispered. "Say it
again."<br>
<br>
"I love you," Buffy breathed and stood,
dragging her lips up
the length of Willow's body before reclaiming her
lips. She tasted her
lover's breath, held her close as she felt the first
shudders wrack her
slender frame, then felt her own body react to
overwhelming sensuality of
the moment. Their mouths blended as they clung to one
another, so close
they were almost one body, their pleasure shared as it
arced from one to
the other, then back again, never stopping, always
moving back and forth
between them, building and growing with each passing
moment until they
were the center of a maelstrom that might never
end.<br>
<br>
Buffy felt Willow's fingers combing through her hair
as she was pulled
even closer, then their kiss broke and she felt soft
lips trail along the
curve of her jaw, then nibble on her ear. "The
answers are there,
Buffy...trust me to find them...trust yourself...we
can do
this--"<br>
<br>
</i>Buffy Summers awoke with a gasp, momentarily
confusing the reality
and the dream as she opened her eyes to find her nose
buried in silky red
hair, the smell of Willow's shampoo filling her
senses, just as the
warmth of Willow's body filled her arms. She blinked
in the darkness,
lifting her head, careful not to wake the slender
figure lying so
peacefully in her arms as she looked around herself.
It took a moment to
recognize their shared dorm room in the darkness and
from the altered
position on Willow's bed--on Willow's bed. Buffy
mentally repeated the
phrase, turning it over in her mind as she pushed up
just enough to stare
down at the figure lying trustingly in her arms, her
face relaxed in
sleep. Even in the faint light, Willow's pale skin
glowed softly, while
long dark lashes fanned onto gently rounded cheeks.
Buffy frowned, head
canting to one side as she studied her friend's
features, silently
comparing them to the Willow in her dream. That Willow
had been older,
more confident, even elegant, her youthful gamine
charm matured into an
exotic beauty. Buffy started to reach out and touch
her cheek, but caught
herself mid movement and yanked her hand back. God,
what was she
thinking? It was just a dream, not a prophecy or
anything like. Just a
dream caused by her overactive hormones in combination
with the smell of
Willow's shampoo. <br>
<br>
Not to mention the fact that she'd spent the evening
kissing and
showering with her best friend in a bout of primevally
laced beer
drunkies.<br>
<br>
Oh, well, that was special.<br>
<br>
Buffy tipped her head down, paling another appalled
notch as she
remembered it all, from the dorm paintings of Lascaux,
to bonking Parker,
to climbing naked into the shower with Willow and
demanding cleaning
services. Buffy Summers wondered if running away again
was completely out
of the question. Good lord, she was lucky Willow
hadn't simply run
screaming into the night. <br>
<br>
She shivered with sensory memory as she remembered the
feeling of
Willow's soap slicked hands sliding over her skin..
<br>
<br>
Or maybe she was just lucky that the wolfy version of
Oz hadn't been
anywhere in residence to tear her throat out.<br>
<br>
Willow shifted ever so slightly, drawing Buffy's gaze
back down. This
time she did reach out and tenderly brushed silky red
bangs back from
Willow's brow as she felt her chest tighten with
emotions she wasn't sure
she had the courage to face.<br>
<br>
Buffy was still contemplating whether or not to resist
the emotional
epiphany that was fast threatening to turn her world
on its edge when
Willow turned her head ever so slightly, blinking
muzzily.<br>
<br>
"Buffy?" the hacker mumbled.<br>
<br>
The Slayer pulled her hand back, instinctively tugging
the sheet over her
bare breasts as she smiled a little embarrassedly.
"Yeah," she
whispered as she was overcome by a total brain-spazz
that robbed her of
any ability to decide what to do next.<br>
<br>
Willow twisted a little farther, brows drawing into a
frown as she stared
up at her friend. "I mean, you're the real
Buffy?" she said a
little hesitantly, her voice lifting at the end and
turning the comment
into a question.<br>
<br>
"As real as I ever get," Buffy responded
with a faint
shrug.<br>
<br>
A moment of uncertain silence stretched between
them.<br>
<br>
"I...um...how much do you remember?" Willow
asked at
last.<br>
<br>
<i>Well, that's the sixty-four thousand dollar
question</i>, Buffy
thought, because she remembered every last bit of it
and that was scary
as hell. For both of them she suspected. "Not
much," she lied
in a panic. "It's all pretty foggy. I think I hit
Parker
though."<br>
<br>
Willow's lips tipped up in a sleepy grin. "You
did...you hit
him...and it was good..."<br>
<br>
Buffy shared the infectious grin, almost forgetting
for a moment that she
was stark naked and lying in bed with her best friend
while having
thoughts she wasn't entirely comfortable having, after
having a dream
that she was distinctly <i>un</i>comfortable about
having. <br>
<br>
"But it wasn't exactly you...well, not the
evolved you anyways. You
kind of had a witchy microbrew beer that turned you
into a
neanderthal."<br>
"It was still a good response," Buffy
decided out loud.<br>
<br>
Willow chuckled. "Yeah...it was..." She
rolled more on her
back, the movement brushing their bare legs together
and reminding the
Slayer of all that discomfort. <br>
<br>
Buffy tightened her hold on the sheet across her
breasts, swallowing
hard. "I...uh...well, I should probably get back
to my own
bed."<br>
<br>
Willow was grateful for the darkness as she felt her
face heat with the
force of her answering blush. "Y-you...you didn't
seem to
like...well...clothes very much...and I think you
weren't too fond
of..." Willow's brain raced as she hunted for a
way to explain their
sleeping arrangements that didn't involve<i>
explaining</i> their
sleeping arrangements. "I think maybe it was the
cold or the
dark...I'm not really sure," she got out in a
babble.<br>
<br>
And they both fell silent again.<br>
<br>
"I guess I really should be getting back to my
own bed," Buffy
said again though she still wasn't moving or making
any attempt to move
her arm out from under the weight of Willow's
body.<br>
<br>
"Yeah," Willow exhaled.<br>
<br>
"Will, I..." Buffy started to whisper, not
planning the way she
leaned closer.<br>
<br>
"Yeah," Willow breathed. <br>
<br>
Their lips drew nearer, almost touching.<br>
<br>
And then someone screamed.<br>
<br>
Buffy jackknifed into a sitting position, forgetting
her nudity in the
face of possible trouble as she bounded across Willow
to land lightly on
her feet next to the bed.<br>
<br>
Another scream rang across the night and now that she
was listening for
it and not involved in other pursuits, she was certain
it was outside the
dorm, but not very far away. She shoved their window
open, staring out
into the dark night. Another scream and Buffy spotted
movement in a
darkened corner next to the building not far from the
north exit door.
She pulled back and started toward the door, only to
momentarily pull up
short as Willow thrust the robe that had been
discarded earlier into her
line of vision.<br>
<br>
"You might want this," the hacker pointed
out with a tiny
gesture at Buffy's body, while her eyes remained
firmly on her friend's
face.<br>
<br>
"Thanks," Buffy muttered and slung the
garment on, yanking the
belt tight even as she was lunging through their
door.<br>
<br>
Willow paused only long enough to grab a crossbow and
a handful of bolts
from the weapons locker under Buffy's bed, then
hurried out after her
friend.<br>
<br>
People were sticking their heads out of their dorm
rooms, bleary with
sleep and there were more than a few complaints and
grumbles. Buffy heard
none of it as she hit the door that opened onto the
emergency stairwell,
taking the stairs two at a time as she hurried toward
the sound. Finally,
she hit the ground floor and burst through the exit
door that led to the
outside, so involved in the hunt that she barely felt
the chill fall air
that caressed her bare skin. Perhaps a minute had
passed since they'd
heard the first cry.<br>
<br>
And nothing was moving.<br>
<br>
Buffy did a slow pivot, braced in a fighter's stance
and ready for
anything, but there was nothing there, only the steady
rasp of her own
breathing.<br>
<br>
Only a moment passed before the door at her back was
pushed open and
Willow stepped through, the crossbow in her fine boned
hands loaded and
ready for action. If there had been any action to
find. "Well?"
the hacker demanded breathlessly.<br>
<br>
Buffy shook her head slowly. "Nothing."<br>
<br>
The world was still as death, buildings gleaming
faintly under the light
of a hunter's moon, while trees and shrubs cast deep,
impenetrable
shadows. An army could have been moving through that
and they couldn't
have seen it.<br>
<br>
"Vamps?" Willow questioned and Buffy
shrugged.<br>
<br>
"Maybe...my spidey sense isn't doing the tingle,
but that doesn't
always mean a whole lot. Of course it could also be
any one of a thousand
demons doing Club Sunnydale on their vacation, a few
more pre-evolution
frat boys, or nothing more than a freshman
prank." She started down
the steps, already moving toward the thick vegetation
as she ordered
Willow over her shoulder, "Stay here. I'm just
going to check it
out."<br>
<br>
The hacker's knuckles whitened against the polished
wooden surface of the
crossbow as she watched her friend move away, almost
blending into the
darkness. Something was not right, but she couldn't
quite put her finger
on it, or maybe it was just that not quite right was
standard operating
procedure in Sunnydale. Being situated over a
Hellmouth kinda did that to
a town as far as Willow could tell, especially when
the town in question
was Sunnydale and had been started for the express
purpose of eventually
feeding a demon. She stood guard though, watching the
undergrowth with
the crossbow held tightly in hand, ready to provide
Buffy back up if she
could. Long moments later, she took a half step back
while trying to see
better. And nearly went down as her bare foot skidded
in a thick puddle
of something viscous. Willow regained her balance and
hopped aside,
careful not to get her other foot in the stuff, then
crouched down,
reaching out to touch her fingers to it, then lifted
them to sniff the
substance. She recognized the familiar metallic smell
instantly. Blood.
"Buffy," the Slayer's name came out as a
tiny squeak too low to
be heard by anyone more than a few feet away. The
redhead was just
drawing breath to call out more loudly when something
creaked in the
shadows to her right. Willow turned toward the sound,
bringing the
crossbow to bear.<br>
<br>
"Ease off on that trigger," Buffy's voice
floated out of the
darkness as she stepped from the shadows.
"Unless, of course, you're
in the mood for Slayer-kabob."<br>
<br>
Willow tipped the weapon up as she pushed to her feet.
"Find
anything?"<br>
<br>
Buffy shook her head. "There were some broken
branches in the hedge.
Could have been some kind of altercation...or a
drunken frat rat might
have fallen into it."<br>
<br>
"I'd vote for the altercation," Willow said
and crouched back
down, pointing to the quickly drying stain on the
cement landing.
"Because that's blood."<br>
<br>
The Slayer bounded up beside her friend, dropping to a
half crouch as she
looked at the smear.<br>
She reached out and touched it, none too thrilled that
she recognized the
feel and smell so easily. "Well, whatever
happened," she
murmured at last and nodded toward the east, where the
sky was lightening
to a soft shade of violet in anticipation of the
coming morning. "It
looks like it's over for the night." They shared
a knowing look.
"Come on," Buffy said and tugged the exit
door open.
"Let's get back inside. I'll come back down and
get a sample of the
blood...just to make sure it's human."<br>
<br>
"Yeah," Willow agreed, stepping through the
open door as her
friend held it open for her. She brushed up against
Buffy and looked up,
naked emotion momentarily showing in her gaze. <br>
<br>
The Slayer's breath caught and both girls froze,
sharing a long look that
asked more questions than it answered. Buffy swallowed
hard, wondering
what the hell was happening to her as she found
herself contemplating
what it would be like to kiss her best friend without
any interference
from bewitched beer. Suddenly, she yanked herself back
from the thought
as she reminded herself that even if Willow were so
inclined, she was
solidly with Oz--Oz, right, Willow's boyfriend--and
Buffy had never
regarded herself as the sort of person who chased
those who were already
involved. <i>And Willow <b>is</b> involved</i>, she
reminded herself
again as she stared into the trap of soft green eyes.
The Slayer
straightened her shoulders and pulled back a fraction.
"You go
on...I know you've got to get ready for your eight am
class...and Oz'll
be by to pick you up in a little while."<br>
<br>
Willow flinched as she was reminded of her boyfriend,
but she didn't move
away, just continued staring at her friend.
"Buffy?" she
whispered at last. She was feeling more than a little
weird, as though
she was being pulled in two directions at once and she
didn't know what
to do about it.<br>
<br>
The Slayer's expression was soft as she whispered,
"Go on. I'll be
up in a couple of minutes."<br>
<br>
Her expression uncertain, Willow paused a beat, then
finally stepped
inside. Buffy let the door close in her wake, took a
deep breath and let
it slowly to release some of the tension built up in
her muscles, while
she closed her eyes and tried to let the cool air
clear her head. It
didn't help much, but she did quickly become aware of
the fact that
daylight was fast approaching, people were starting to
move around on
campus, and she was wearing a very brief robe and
nothing more. Emotional
turmoil aside, inside was suddenly looking very good.
She flashed an
embarrassed smile at a passing jogger, then pivoted
and hurried back
inside. Epiphanies, unrequited love, sexual confusion,
and neo-jurassic
multi-person showers were one thing, total public
humiliation quite
another. <br>
<br>
Buffy never saw the dark clothed figure that came
around the corner of
the building just as she entered, a cellular phone
pressed against one
ear. "Yes, I have the Slayer under surveillance
now." Dark eyes
scanned the campus as it continued coming back to
life, no longer overrun
with demonic presences that sought to devour the
living, though they
would be back once night fell again. Ethan Rayne
smiled. He'd rather
liked college and he suspected he was going to enjoy
this latest little
opportunity to experience higher learning. "You
just remember our
deal." A moment later, he clicked the phone off
and slid it into his
inner coat pocket, pausing only momentarily to wipe
the last of the blood
off of his fingers with the handkerchief tucked in the
inner pocket.
Obviously, the original owner had been the neat sort.
Rayne's smile
broadened a notch. "Well, don't worry, old chap,
I'll make sure it's
well cared for," he drawled to no one in
particular as he strolled
away, whistling an old tune from his childhood and
tried to remember the
lyrics. Something about worms crawling in and out. How
appropriate, since
soon enough, the Slayer would know that feeling very
well....<br>
<br>
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i really love this story so far and i'm dying for more
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