FIC: Stormchaser (5/?)

["M.L. Tankesly"]

Title: Stormchaser (5/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or - Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Rating: PG -!7
disclaimer: Nope, I didn't get my wish - I still don't own any of these
people, as much as I would really like to. No copyright infringement is
intended by any of this.
Pairing: buffy and Willow
Spoilers: Let's seem Angelus is a jerk. Dru is an semi insane vampire
witch, messing with people's minds, but other than that, nothing from
the show, this all takes place in an alternate universe.
Achieve: Please! I won't mind, honest.
Notes: This is for everyone who requested that I pot the next part so
that they could get their Stormchaser fix. Sorry its late, real life so
rudely interrupted things just as I was getting to the good stuff.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it! As for Rodrigo........I got two
words for you, my frined,.........."book cage"!!!!!!!

STORMCHASER (5/?)

"What the hell was THAT???!!!"
Xander's exclamation broke buffy out of her state of shock, with a
muttered curse she takes off after the red head determined to get to the
bottom of this whole weird mess. She had ran four blocks before the
thought crossed her mind, 'Do I even know where I'm going?' Only to
have the wind knocked out of her by a compact body slamming against her
own. Crashing to the ground the two roll across the grass in a tangle
of limbs, finally stopping a few feet away. Finding herself pinned to
the ground by something setting on her chest, Buffy felt - rather then
heard - the loud purring that seemed to originate from the figure
holding her down.

"You're following me." Came a playful voice, the purring lowering to a
steady hum, as the figure leaned closer to the flushed Slayer to get a
better look at her face. Or rather to give the Slayer a better look at
her, since Willow really didn't need all that much light to see her to
begin with. "Can I keep you?" She asked after a moment her face
lighting up with joy at her rather unusual find. The Slayer just felt
"right" laying under her, although, all the blonde's struggles to throw
her off where getting a bit tiresome. Willow wasn't sure why she had
waited four blocks before doubling back around one ally to pounce on her
life mate. A part of her, while annoyed at being follow, was trilled
beyond words that it was her life mate doing the following.

Buffy stopped her struggling at the odd question, unsure of her captor's
intend, she finds herself drawn into the green eyes carefully studying
her form above. "Ahhhh, no." She replied honestly, noting that the red
head's eyes had lost some of their wildness, the beginnings of a human
intelligence starring back at her.

Willow frowned at the reply, slowly coming back to herself after the
fight in the Bronze, the stolen blood from her vampire victims having
sated her cat's restlessness for blood but not other things. Leaning
closer, Willow stares into the blue eyes under her for a long heartbeat
before kissing her softly on the forehead. Buffy jumped a bit as the
purring began to intensify after the first touch of lips to her forehead
and jumped once more when those very same lips found her own. 'How can
she purr and still kiss?' Buffy briefly wondered before all thought
escaped her mind when Willow's tongue slipped past her lips and into her
month. The Slayer's eyes widen as the purring got even louder as
Willow's tongue danced across her own and she was positive she felt a
soft caress down the front of her shirt.

Suddenly Willow pulled away from the kiss confusion clear in her eyes.
"This isn't right, I shouldn't be setting on you, at least, not out in
the open after dark. Too many chances for us to interrupted if some
stupid leech mistakes you for food." She said more to herself than to
Buffy. "Where did THAT come from?" Willow questions, her eyes widening
in shock. "If I let you up, do you promise not to run or try to hurt
me? Because, I would really like to know what's going on here , and I
have this feeling you would too because you don't look like someone who
knows what's going on either. And I don't really feel like fighting any
more tonight, well I DO, but I don't want to want to fight you, I just
want to keep kissing you. I like your scent, its kind of funny
smelling, but I really like it. And I want to get to know you better
but I can't do that if we're fighting, it takes all the fun out, unless
you like that sort of thing. Do you like that sort of thing? Either
way, if you don't mind I'd like to skip over the fighting and go
directly to the talking, before I have to do something to those two
humans trying to sneak up on us? Because I think it would be a bad
thing to hurt the school librarian, because I like librarians as a
whole, they're real helpful when you need to look stuff up........and
I'll shut up now." She finished realizing that she had been babbling.
She hated when she babbled it usually meant that the cat in her had just
did something really gross and/or violent, and the human in her was
trying to make up for lost time while her psyche had been out to lunch
so to speak.

Buffy looked up at her captor in stunned silence, her mind still blown
away by the kiss, trying to piece together what the red head just said
all the while wishing that she would just shut up and kiss her again.
'Bad, bad Slayer.' Buffy mentally chastised herself. 'I wonder what
she looks like out of all that leather?' Shaking her head to clear it,
she closes her eyes to try to collect herself. "All right, I promise
not to run or fight you." Buffy said refocusing her eyes on the ones
above her and tried not to groan as the figure moved off of her chest.
"Who ARE you?" Bufy questioned as Willow calmly moved back a couple of
steps, ready to bolt at any moment.

Willow smiled shyly in reply, feeling a lot calmer then she had been all
day. Funny how killing something always seemed to calm her down. Well
that and having her tummy rubbed, but she was "so" not going there at
that moment, as images of the blonde Slayer scratching her stomach, in a
hot tub, suddenly flashed through her mind. She could feel her cat
stirring at the images, liking the idea of seeing the blonde naked - in
or out of the hot tub - Willow's cat didn't care, just as long as the
Slayer was naked. Willow could feel her control slipping as the urge to
mate, to calm the human as her own, began to override reason. Killing
the two advancing humans and handing their hearts to the blonde as a
gift was beginning to seem like a really good idea. "Can we hold this
conversation somewhere else?" Willow suddenly asked, barely keeping
herself in human form. She had been honest when she said she didn't
want to fight Buffy, and attacking the two humans would probably start a
fight, and Willow could think of a whole lot more interesting things to
be doing to the blonde at the moment. Things that involved a total lack
of clothing. 'No! No! Bad, bad Willow.'

"Ah, yeah." Buffy agreed with a laugh. 'What a night,' she thought
wanting to distract her new friend, the purring had been steadily rising
almost becoming a growl there at times. 'She's pretty talkative when
she's not growling at everybody.' Then something accorded to her, "What
do you mean, I smell funny?" She asked just as Giles and Xander stepped
into speaking distance.

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End Part 5

Yes, I know that is really cruel of me, but I got to check with Rodrigo
about something first. I'm not done with things just yet. : )