Comfort
by Red
chapter 8
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Comfort
chapter 8
Red
Joss' folk.
B/W, T/G nc17
Summary: Tara and Giles come to L.A. to tell Willow things have changed.
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Willow was in heaven. There was no other way to put it. Her slim fingers tightly twisting in their silky scarved restraints, her head rolled to the side, she moaned softly...it was all she could do, her voice hoarse from hours of screaming her slayer's name.
For someone who had never been with a member of her own sex, Buffy Summers was doing one heck of a fine job proving the old addage, slayer's are fast learners. Her skilled tongue slowly tormented the redhead, licking, sucking, nipping every wet inch of her witch.
"Goddess, Buffy, please....."
The slayer smiled from her new home between Willow's creamy soft thighs and went even slower.
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"Another."
The bartender nodded and went to fix Cordelia another Margaretta.
"You sure you need another, princess?"
The brunette looked up at the green demon and scowled.
"You...this is your fault! Why didn't you tell me this would happen?"
Lorne hopped up on a bar stool and waved for a Sea Breeze.
"Sweet pea, I had NO idea that the slayer would be back."
"No idea? NO IDEA? You're mister, see me when I sing...you're the one who told me to...you know!"
"I only see what the good ol' PTB's want me to see...and I told you exactly that...I'm sorry, peach pie, I am...I know ya love little Red Rose."
"I do, I do, but I've always known Buffy had her heart...and that's ok...they are destined, I get that...I'll live...that's not what I'm worried about." The tender set her drink down and she took a huge sip. "I'm worried about the whole, having my ass kicked across L.A. for touching the slayer's woman, thing." She took another drink. "I'm used to being alone, the way of the queen...besides which, I knew Will and I wouldn't be a, forever thing...I mean, yeah, I love her...but I knew the score...Buffy, Buffy, Buffy...that record's never gonna change."
She took a huge drink. Lorne thanked the tender and sipped his own.
"I really don't think ya have to worry, about being slayed, sweet pea. Bufkins'll understand...from what I know about her, she's a real peach."
"Oh yeah, peach Buffy...yipee!"
She took another drink and the demon, smiled sadly.
"You did a good thing, princess...taking care of Red Rose...she never would've made it without you. And I know, I can PROMISE YOU...you won't be left hanging here." He strokes her silky dark hair. "You're special someone is right around the corner, kitten...so keep that heart open."
"Heart...I got no heart...I don't need no stinkin' heart."
She finished the drink and waved for another. Lorne sighed...glad he had taken her keys. It was gonna be a long night.
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Wesley Whindam-Pryce dropped his weapons bag onto the floor and fell onto the lobby sofa. He, along with Angel and Gunn, had spent the past twenty four hours trekking through the L.A. sewer system in chase of a small heard of polgaras that had set up camp in town. His head hurt, his body ached and the words, Zestfully clean, were music to his ears.
Resting his head back against the soft cushion, his eyes closed and he enjoyed the simple act of breathing non stinky air. His partners were still out there, wrapping up a few loose ends, Angel having sent him home after the former watcher took a particularly nasty knock to the head. Wes' fingers reached up and gently felt the small knock on his temple and he winced. Oh yes, Los Angeles was the glamorous life.
His sarcastic thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the front door. Sitting up and opening his eyes, he was surprised to see his old friend.
"Rupert? My lord, what are you doing here?"
He stood, too fast and closed his eyes, taking a moment to regain his balance, then met the watcher and friend halfway.
"Wesley, hello," Giles smiled. "This is Tara, Tara, Wesley Whindam-Pryce."
She smiled shyly. "Hello, nice to meet you."
Although concussed, the name rang bells a 'plenty and he nearly fell over. Tara...as in, Willow's girlfriend...suddenly, the room started spinning and he felt his knees weaken. Before he could get a word out, the floor rushed up to meet him, his final thought being, oh how he missed London.
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"Man, what is with you tonight? No, scratch that, not tonight, every night..." Charles Gunn looked at the brooding vampire. "You weren't this bad when Red first showed up...I mean, I know you loved the girl, but we all thought you were dealin' pretty well with her being...I mean..."
"Dead, the word's dead...and I am."
Gunn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I can see how well you're dealin'...that Grotec demon back there nearly took that over gelled head right off. That's not normal, man...you usually smack his types down without blinking."
Angel shook the dust off his duster and shook his head.
"I loved Buffy...and a part of me always will...and I hate that she's dead, I do...it's not right, not fair, she deserved so much better than what she got." He put the coat back on. "But that's not what's wrong..." He looked at his friend, realizing he had, indeed, just admitted that SOMETHING was wrong. "Come on, let's go...I wanna stop by the butcher's on the way home."
He started walking and Gunn, not missing what had just happened, quickly followed.
"But something IS wrong? I knew it! Damn, you broody types are harder than hell to figure out but I am gettin' there. What is it, then? What's got you all lost in thought so you're fightin' skills suffer?"
"They aren't suffering."
"Bull, Wes had to rescue you twice and I did a vamp save once myself, so don't give me that, nothin's wrong shit." He grinned. "Sides' which, bro, ya just admitted somethin' was. Now, I've been hangin' round Cordy the past year...I know how to nag."
Angel flinched at the mention of the name...an action that Gunn caught. Smiling, he started doing the math.
"You got a thing for the queen."
"I do not.
"The hell you do! You're jealous cause she's knockin' boots with Red."
Angel stopped and turned to him. "I'm happy for them."
Gunn laughed. "Yeah...and that growl behind the words, really convincing."
Angel scowled and walked faster, a laughing Gunn trying to keep up.
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Tara handed Giles the wet cloth and he placed it on Wes' forehead.
"Thank you, luv...I believe he shall be alright...he seems to have a small lump on his head...and from the looks of it...not to mention, the smell, he was no doubt out slaying."
Tara looked around the empty hotel.
"I wonder where everyone is. I wonder where Will i-"
She was cut off by a loud scream...from a voice she knew all too well. Giles looked up at her, recognizing the owner of the cry as well.
"Willow." They said the name in unison as they took off up the stairs, fear driving them up the many steps at warped speed and down the hallway in the direction of the redhead's voice.
Tara's heart stopped...here she was to tell her lover that she loved someone else and said lover was being killed. Giles wasn't fairing any better, his guilt senses on overload as they reached the room and he kicked the door in.
"Get your bloody-dear lord..."
Tara rushed in right behind him, freezing in her place as her eyes fell upon her girlfriend, bound to the headboard, eyes glazed over with the familiar taint of passion, a blonde head between her thighs.