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Payback’s Bitch (6 of 6)

catscorner — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:14:31 GMT

Title: Payback’s Bitch (6 of 6)
Authors: catscorner and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Threesome, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

Chapt 6 Summary: After hearing about sexy dreams both Cordelia and Xander have had involving her, Willow dives into research about Human Sexuality teaches her friends a thing or two using some creative hand’s on techniques…

Previously…

“Yes… what do you like next?” Willow said, her voice sensual and calm despite the heady arousal the couple was drawing out of her with just the lightest of caresses.

Cordy’s lips found Xander’s and she claimed one of his grade A plus kisses. “See… yeah… no work needed there,” she told him before turning back to Willow and answering her question. “Well I love it when he undresses me, but he still kind of fumbles around a bit. Here Xan… there’s a trick on the bra,” she couldn’t believe she was actually articulating this, but having the professor there really did allow her to open up and not feel so self-conscious. “Here’s what you do… when you’re kissing me…” she moved around in front of Willow and as if knowing exactly where Cordy was going with it, Willow reached her arms up around the other woman’s shoulders as if they were kissing. Cordy flinched slightly at being touched, but was able to refocus on what she was showing Xander.

“Okay… so… if we’re kissing, you can unbutton like this….” She found herself unexpectedly fumbling with the buttons. “Oh… crap. Their backward,” she blushed slightly and met Willow’s eyes, her breath suddenly hitching with desire. “Right… so… undoing the buttons and then… while you’re distracting me with those awesome kisses, you just run your thumb under my bra here to check to see if it’s a front hook first. If it’s not… you can do some more of that caressing…” with Willow’s blouse now open, she cupped her breast, feeling the heat of her flesh through the lacey fabric. “…as you slide your hand around the back to get it unhooked. Cordy tried, and to her dismay, completely failed at unhooking the professor’s bra. “Well… you’re pretty good at that part. Why don’t you do it.”

Cordy stepped back and gave Xander a nudge so she could watch and see how he managed to do that with his clumsy fingers.

Xander licked his lips and took a deep breath. He looked at Cordy and smiled, then turned to the beautiful and brilliant Willow Rosenberg. He felt the color rise in his cheeks, and he got closer, as if kissing her. He followed Cordy's example, carefully caressing Willow's breasts and checking for the front hook. He smiled at Willow. "I think, to be totally accurate, I should kiss Professor Rosenberg while I do this. So it feels like normal." He looked into Willow's eyes again and shot a curious glance back at Cordy.

Cordy looked between the two of them uncertainly. Xander had won her over with his spectacular kisses. What if he managed to do the same to the professor?

“You have nothing to worry about Cordelia,” Willow assured. “I’m instructing… nothing more. It would help him to have the full experience.”

“Okay…” Cordy agreed a little reluctantly.

Xander nodded and looked at Willow. His eyes moved over every curve of her face, and he was reminded again that while she wasn't much older than they were, she was far more intelligent to get this position so young. He swallowed, suddenly nervous. He leaned forward, and kissed her softly at first, his lips brushing hers.

His hands kept stroking her breasts lightly, thumbs brushing her nipples the way Cordy had shown him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue touching Willow's lips, seeking entrance even as his hands slowly caressed her and started to move behind her. He was in no great hurry to cut the kiss short, and even so his fingers had a little trouble working the hooks, though at least he wasn't snapping the straps against her back.

Cordy watched them kiss, a surge of jealousy igniting a fire in her belly causing her to forget that she was supposed to be watching how he unfastened the bra. As she moved in to put a stop to the drawn out kiss, she realized she wasn’t sure who she was more jealous of. The thought of kissing Willow had her licking her lips, her eyes dropped to have lidded. Though their bodies were pressed together, she joined them, her hand reaching around to professor’s back and threading with Xander’s as her lips found his first and then joined with Willow’s.

Willow had anticipated that Cordelia might be inclined to engage in experimental behaviors. It was perfectly normal and in no way indicated a homosexual tendency. Parting her lips, she took Cordelia deeper into the kiss, allowing her to explore the inside of her mouth with her tongue, to discover the inherent differences between men and women. With her free hand, she caressed Xander’s arm, guiding him to move behind Cordelia and begin to undress her in the same way she’d demonstrated.

Xander kissed Willow's cheek, and then Cordelia's neck again, and began to follow Willow's silent instruction. His eyes were focused on Willow and Cordelia as they kissed, their lips and tongues intertwining. He swallowed hard, and he reached around, carefully undoing Cordelia's buttons.

His nerves made him fumble, but only a little as he followed Cordelia's instructions, caressing her larger breasts as he did. That done, he stripped away her shirt and his fingers moved around her body, this time undoing the hook quickly and easily. He grinned in triumph and lightly nipped Cordy's shoulder. "I did it, Professor," he told Willow happily.

“You did…” Willow smiled as she drew back from the kiss leaving Cordy swaying dizzily, her breath ragged.

“You did…” Cordy echoed, her voice thick with desire as she pulled Xander’s arms around her so she could feel his arousal pressing into her backside.

“Now you see what Xander enjoys about kissing you?” Willow asked Cordy.

“I do…” she answered, nodding at the professor who was half naked in front of her. “We’re so soft…” she added as if it came as a surprise. “Not just soft to the touch, but even inside your mouth… it was all so… soft.”

Professor Rosenberg smiled at her student. “Yes. You’re both making remarkable progress. Shall we move onto the next lesson?” she tilted her head and looked from Cordelia to Xander who stood behind her.

Xander smiled, and tightened his arms around Cordy. He playfully wiggled his hips so she could feel how incredibly aroused he was. "I think I'd like that," Xander replied. He kissed Cordy's ear and kept teasing her breasts the way she'd shown him. He reached one arm out to tease Willow's breast the same way. "What is the next lesson, Professor?"

Willow slipped off the desk causing Cordy and Xander to take a simultaneous step back. Reaching around to her back, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor revealing thigh high stockings held up by a royal blue garter belt that fastened over black panties. Sitting back on the desk again, this time she brought one foot up so the heel hooked on the edge of the desk and she leaned back, her thigh falling loosely aside.

“Cordelia… show Xander how you like to be touched…”

Cordy stared, mouth agape as Willow brazenly spread herself before them. “Oh… wow… uhm…” she hesitated. This really was the important part of the lesson but she wasn’t sure if she could do it. “Okay… so…” she stepped forward, noting that Xander moved with her, still pressed hard into her backside. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a kiss. “Okay… so you know how you usually just start by maybe stroking my inner thighs a little like this before you put your fingers up inside me?”

Xander glanced at Willow, a little embarrassed. He didn't know what was wrong with that, and it made him feel stupid. "Uh-huh," he said neutrally, though his eyes were focused on the panties at the top of Willow's beautiful, pale thighs.

“Okay… yeah, don’t do that,” she said bluntly. “It’s too much too fast. You really gotta start out slow…”

“Show him,” Willow encouraged. “Demonstrate.”

“Right,” Cordy took a breath and touched the professor’s thighs, much paler than hers, but soft. So incredibly soft. “Oh God… that’s just… like velvet,” she said surprised. Her knees went weak and she dropped into a kneeling position letting her cheek run along Willow’s thigh. “Wow Xander… you should try this… am I really this soft?” but Cordy made no move to allow Xander access to Willow.

Feeling bolder, Cordy continued, “So, we wear panties for a reason. Use them to your advantage,” she said instructionally. “Like this…” Cordy’s fingers slipped just beneath the triangle of fabric, tracing the edge all the way around, noting with fascination that she could actually see the moisture through her panties. “You can do this for a long time…” she felt Willow’s hip start to rotate into her touch and she knew she was causing that. It was exhilarating. “Just teasing like this… the more you tease, the more I want you. But you have to be patient.”

Cordy moved her face closer to the apex of Willow’s thighs and blew across her panties.

Willow arched her back and let out a mewl of pleasure. “Anything you do over the panties at this stage is fair game,” she explained as she pressed her mouth and sucked Willow’s clit right through the fabric. This drew a sharp hiss from their professor and Cordelia was exhilarated by the reactions she was getting. “Here, you try it.” Cordy stepped back, excited to see what her boyfriend could do.

Xander didn't move for a second, staring in astonishment at what Cordy had just been doing. He swallowed hard and took several deep breaths. He nodded and stared at Willow's face, so beautiful, her pale cheeks flushed with pleasure. He wanted to do that to her. He wanted to do that to her so badly he could feel it in his bones.

He lowered himself to his knees the way Cordy had. Xander slowly ran his cheek along her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin against her cheek. "You're right," he whispered breathlessly to Cordy, though his eyes were locked on Willow's body. He reached up with his fingers and stroked Willow experimentally through her panties, feeling the moisture seep through the thin material. The breath hitched in his throat. "Wow," he whispered as he moved his cheek closer.

He kept stroking her, feeling the outline of her sex, and he could see where Cordy's lipstick had stained Willow's panties. He touched it, and could feel the small bud underneath the silk. "The button," he remembered, and grinned. He leaned closer, and planted his lips over the mark and sucked hard, his tongue reaching out to touch her clit. His fingers kept teasing her cleft under his lips, and slowly drifted out to caress her thighs.

His eyes danced and he reached his hand farther out, towards Cordelia. He slipped his hand under her skirt and caressed her thigh, slowly sliding his hand closer to her own panties.

Mesmerized, Cordy watched Xander as his movements transformed from hesitant to more confident, encouraged by the sensual gyrations of their professor’s hips. But it wasn’t until her eyes dragged up Willow’s form, glancing over the rosebuds peaking atop pert breasts to lock eyes with the redhead that Cordy stilled, overwhelmed by a euphoric blast that made her knees go weak.

Vaguely, the brunette was aware that Xander was touching her and she parted her legs for him, drawing in a sharp breath as his fingers traced the edge of her panties, all the while her eyes remained transfixed on the professor’s.

“You can touch me if you like, Cordelia…” Willow’s voice came breathily as she guided Cordy’s hand to her breast. “Mmmmm yes, Xander… I’m very aroused now…” she told the student, “…so you can see how much more aggressively Cordy can touch me now…” Still propped up with her hands, she threw her head back and groaned Cordy’s teeth came down to nip her nipples.

Xander pulled back from Willow's body, licking the taste of her arousal from his lips. "Doesn't that hurt?" He asked softly, his eyes wide even while his fingers kept caressing Cordelia's sex. His thumb found her clit underneath her panties, after learning where it was on Willow, and he brushed it even while he stared in open arousal at Cordelia's movements on Willow.

“Oh God!” Cordelia gasped as Xander touched her and she bit down harder on Willow in a chain reaction. Both students were rewarded by a strangled cry from the professor.

“It hurts… yes… so good,” Willow smiled down at Xander through half lidded eyes. She caressed the back of Cordelia’s head as the woman teased one nipple with her teeth and used her fingernails on the other. “A little pain heightens the aroused state,” her words came in short, controlled gasps. “But you have to be careful not to do it too soon or it can spoil the moment.” She paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of what her students were doing to her.

“Now… Xander… I want to help you find the true pleasure button…” Willow’s mouth quirked into a mischievous smile.

"Please," Xander said, staring at her in open adoration. "Please teach me all you can, professor." He smiled at her, and his tongue slipped out to press against her covered sex once more, so eager was he to bring her as much pleasure as possible.

“What do you mean? I showed him your clit…” Cordy pulled back, confused.

“It seems I have something to teach you too then,” Willow said with a sultry smile. “But first, why don’t you start by showing Xander how you’d like him to remove your panties…”

Cordy nodded numbly, nudging Xander out of the way so she had better access to their teacher. Bending over, she stroked the creamy white interior of her thighs before taking the panties with her teeth and slowly drawing them down her legs. Willow helped with a little wiggle of her hips and when she saw Cordelia staring at her sex, she nodded. “Go ahead… see what it tastes like…”

Cordy flushed a deep purple and glanced up at Xander nervously.

Xander nodded, smiling at her. "Do it," he whispered, aroused beyond belief. "Please do it, Cordy." He sat down on the floor and scooted between Cordy's legs. He reached up, his hands caressing her thighs as he pushed his head up under her skirt, and grabbed her panties in his teeth. Slowly, he began working them down, and looked up so he could watch Cordy lick Willow while he bared her.

“Oh God Oh God,” Cordy murmured as she felt Xander between her legs. She wanted to do it so bad, but she was afraid she might like it. She was afraid it would mean she was gay! But her body was flaming with desire and she found herself lowering her mouth, her tongue darting out tentatively to touch the slick liquid heat between her folds. She let the taste roll over her tongue and found it was sweet and thick and like nothing she could quite compare it too – but not at all unpleasant. She wondered if she tasted the same as Willow and she moved her fingers between her legs to draw some of her own juices to her mouth. Similar… but slightly different. Unique.

She licked again, this time with the flat of her tongue, demonstrating to Xander what she wanted him to do to her. She briefly sucked the nub, but spent more time flicking her tongue around its perimeter, knowing the teasing would drive the woman wild. When Xander started doing the same thing to her, Cordy felt a tightness start to coil deep in her belly and she wasn’t sure she could keep standing. Her hips moved in the same gyrating motion as Willows and the women’s mewls created a sensual chorus that filled the room.

Xander moaned softly as he licked between Cordy's lips, tasting her. He moved the way she did, his tongue circling the nub at the apex of her sex, his eyes watching Cordy's actions closely and mirroring them. In a moment, he began to alter what she was doing, trying out his own things. He pressed soft kisses up the length of her folds, and then slid his tongue between them as deeply as he could, humming softly as he did. If his mouth weren't full and his mind a haze of pleasure he'd have announced himself as Xander Harris, the Human Vibrator!

When she felt the vibrations of Xander’s humming, Cordy gasped and started to convulse, driving her tongue deep inside Willow the way he’d done to her. Clamping her thighs around his face, her shriek was muffled by her continued work on Willow who was bucking wildly and holding her head as she continued to suck her as hard and as fast as her own orgasm was overtaking her. She tried to stop because she wanted to know about the true pleasure button, but she couldn’t. Cordy cried out and her inner walls closed around Xander’s tongue as a hard shudder rolled through her. Willow’s shriek joined hers as both woman climaxed together.

Xander heard the screams echoing, and he'd have liked to have watched Willow come, but Cordy's thighs clamped tightly around his head impaired that vision. Still, he couldn't complain. Literally couldn't as Cordy's release filled his mouth, and he kept licking, taking it all, moaning as he did, his body shuddering, his erection pressing hard against the front of his trousers. His hands caressed Cordy's perfect ass, and he moaned again.

As her body quaked, Cordy collapsed forward into Willow’s arms and found herself kissing the woman deeply, painfully sensitive nipples rubbing against one another. When she finally started to come down from the euphoria, she stepped back, eyes wide and giggling a little hysterically. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just did that… Oh my GOD! That was unbelievable,” Cordy spun around to drag Xander to his feet and kissed him, letting him taste Willow on her tongue.

Willow smiled and nodded, watching the couple as she controlled her breathing, very pleased with her student’s progress. “Now our bodies are ready…” when the couple didn’t part, Willow laughed. “Xander! What did I tell you about paying attention in class!” her voice was sharp as a whip, but her eyes sparked with lust.

Xander kept kissing for a second longer, reveling in the mixed tastes. They were both...slightly different, much to his surprise. His tongue worked lustfully against Cordy's, letting her taste herself along with Willow. Willow's tone finally cut through the haze of pleasure, and he pulled away, licking his lips, his arms still tight around Cordy. "Yes, professor," he said breathlessly, his eyes shining with needy lust.

“Now… this is tricky…” Willow hooked her heels on the edge of the desk so her knees were bent and her throbbing sex was fully exposed as she leaned back. “Take two fingers and curl them like this…” she made a ‘come hither gesture’ with her index and middle finger to show the palm up position, hooking toward herself. When she saw him mimicking her, she continued, “Very good. Now insert your fingers deep inside me…” she pressed her own hand to her abdomen, just above the neat triangle of downy red. “And hook your fingers up as if you’re going to touch mine…” she patted herself to show him the depth of what he’d be doing.

Cordy watched, fascinated. “You’re showing him the G-spot!” she blurted out. “I thought that was a myth…”

Willow smirked, “Most women do, because nobody has ever found it for them. But Xander will…”

“Go on Xan, do it!” Cordy nudged Xander excitedly, licking her lips.

Xander looked between them. "Isn't the G-Spot a Saturday morning cartoon?" He asked, swallowing hard. He stepped closer, and took a deep breath. The way Cordy encouraged him told him this was something of great importance. He kept mimicking Willow's gesture. Slowly, he inserted both fingers inside of her. He pressed in, feeling her surround his fingers. He grinned at Willow as he felt her wet heat all around his fingers. He licked his lips again, and began to make the come hither motion for her, staring into her eyes intently. God, but she was brilliant! And beautiful!

“Yes… that’s good…” Willow locked her gaze on his and held it. “Deeper…” she arched her back and angled her hips, rotating as his fingers pressed into her depths. “Yes…” the word was nothing more than a throaty growl as she struggled to maintain her composure. “You feel how it’s rougher right there? Stroke it,” she bit out the command in a sharp gasp. “Back and forth… like windshield wipers. Oh yes…” she moaned, her lids dropping closed as she drew in a hiss. “You feel it? It’s swollen because I’ve just climaxed… Yes. God. Yes, Xander… very good. That’s it… don’t stop,” she ground out in gasps of encouragement as she squirmed under his touch.

“Cordy… take off Xander’s pants. Make sure he’s fully aroused,” Willow’s head dropped back on the desk and she bit her lip.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Cordy smirked as looked at the large bulge straining against his jeans. She worked Xander’s buttons loose and freed his arousal. “Christ Xander! I don’t think I’ve ever quite seen you this hard without a little help…” she wrapped her hand around his length and stroked him.

Xander gasped and shivered as she stroked him. His fingers faltered for just a second, and he started up again. "Well, I think I've had plenty of help," he muttered as his member twitched in her hand. He watched Willow still, and his hips restlessly moved, chasing the feeling of her hand. "God," he moaned.

“Xander,” Willow’s commands were coming between ragged breaths now. “When you feel like you’re ready, you’re going to plunge hard inside me as hard as you can…” Willow arched again and bit her lip, tilting her head so she could fix her gaze on Xander’s again so she could focus and talk him through this. “You’re going to hit the spot you’re touching with your fingers right now and you’re going to give me as much sustained pressure as you can. Cordy will stand behind you and insert a finger in your anus and stimulate your sac to help you focus as you drive against the spot with the head of your cock just like you’re doing with your fingers now. Do you understand?”

Cordy’s eyes went wide as she heard her instructions. She’d never done anything like that to Xander before, but if it helped him get to her G-spot she was all for giving it a go. “We’re ready!” Cordy chimed in on Xander’s behalf as she circled around to his back and pressed her breasts against him, reaching around to fondle his balls. “Go Xan… fuck her… fuck her hard…” she whispered in his ear.

"Wait," Xander muttered, his eyes wide at the very idea. "I, uh..." He looked down at Willow as she writhed, and Cordy's words slid across his skin. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "What the hell," he muttered. He stepped forward, and pulled his fingers out. Wanting to taste Willow completely, he sucked her arousal off his fingers. He swallowed hard, his cock achingly hard. He positioned himself and grabbed Willow's hips. Looking down at her, he smiled, and then drove forward hard as instructed.

Willow jerked and her thighs snapped tight around his pelvis to hold him in place like a vice. “Hold it! Grind, but don’t pull out,” she ordered in a throaty command. “Hard. Harder Xander… fuck me!” Willow hissed as she tugged at her own nipples. “Cordy, fuck him with your finger. Press hard against him to give him some leverage.”

Cordy wet her finger with her own juices before tentatively pressing inside Xander’s depth. It was squishy and tight and she didn’t want to hurt him. “Baby… you okay?” she whispered as her other hand felt his balls constrict. She pressed hard against his back, forcing him to stay inside Willow, knowing how much he must want to thrust into her.

“Now! Xander harder. Grind your cock, but don’t pull out. That’s it. Yeah… oh yeah… push harder,” The professor’s commands came in sharp, steady bursts that demanded compliance. “Yes Xander. Take me… Own me. Make me yours. Once you own me, you can drive in and out like you want to. But not until I say.”

"Great googly moogly," Xander hissed. He felt Cordy's fingers moving inside of him, and touching something deep inside that made pleasure curl up his spine, and he shivered. He stayed buried deep within Willow, and ground against her as she told him to. He could feel her all around him, and it was like heaven. His lips parted and his eyes stayed fixed on hers. He could feel Cordy's breasts pressing against his back. He reached one hand back and rested it on her hip, stroking her lightly. "Wow," he whispered, and ground harder against her, trying to give Willow everything he had.

“Yes! Yes… Xander you feel it?” Willow let out a primal moan as she felt the climax start to uncoil deep inside her depths. “Yes! Yes! Xander, that’s the spot. Now hit it as hard as you can. Again and again,” She released her thighs enough so he could pull back and drive into her core. “Yes… again!” she begged, her entire body shattering into pieces. “Take me Xander! I’m yours. Claim me…” she cried out as she spilled over the edge of bliss, her body spasming wildly around his cock to take him with her.

"God!" Xander shouted. The second Willow's thighs released him he drove forward hard, again and again. Even as he did, he felt Cordy's finger move in him more, and he gasped and shuttered. His entire body was on the edge, and as he felt her orgasm around him and saw her beautiful, mesmerizing face, he shouted again and fell over the edge, coming as well.

As soon as Xander collapsed onto Willow, Cordy was dragging him up and kissing him. “Oh my God, Xander. That was amazing.” She turned to Willow. “Thanks for the lessons, Professor Rosenberg, but we gotta go...” her eyes sparked with desire.

Still catching her breath, Willow levered upright to her elbows and smiled. “Of course. You do have homework to get done.”

"Homework?" Xander said dazedly, his lips still humming from the kiss. He held tightly to Cordy, and looked down at Willow. "I'm kinda sleepy," he said. "Can we just...do this some more instead of homework?"

Cordy smacked his chest before snatching up her clothes. “This IS our homework dummy!”

“I expect a full report tomorrow,” Willow nodded as she sat up and crossed her legs, picking up her glasses and putting them on. “Followed by an interactive demonstration of the skills you’ve acquired.”

"Okay," Xander said, pulling pants back on. He glanced at Cordy. "Can I give the professor a kiss goodbye?"

“Ladies first,” Cordy flashed a dazzling smile as she approached the professor and covered her mouth with a sensual kiss. “Thank you,” she told the other woman as their lips parted.

“You’re welcome… he’s very trainable,” Willow answered, flicking a glance to Xander before locking her gaze on the beautiful brunette again. “Just don’t hesitate to tell him what you want.”

Nodding, Cordy smirked and stepped back to finish dressing.

Xander glanced at Cordy, and then smiled at Willow. "Thank you, professor." He leaned close and kissed her deeply, his tongue touching hers, his lips pressed tightly to her mouth. He gave her the best kiss he knew how, and when he pulled away he was already starting to feel eager again. "I'll show Cordy everything you taught me."

“Mmmm…” the professor nodded. “I know you’ll make your teacher very proud.” She paused and as Xander turned, she called him back, “Xander, how would you like to be a TA for one of my other private courses. There are a few men in my class who could benefit from learning your kissing technique.”

Xander spun around, cocking an eyebrow. "Okay, as long as I'm not the one kissing 'em," he shot back. "I'll demonstrate with you all day, though, professor." He grinned at her, and then glanced at Cordy. "Um...if you say it's all right," he amended.

Cordy was hesitant at first. She didn’t want to share Xander’s kisses since she’d discovered him, but somehow sharing him with Professor Rosenberg seemed okay. “Only if you continue to tutor him on the side…” she gave the redhead a sly wink.

“I’d be happy to!” Willow perked as she slid down off the desk and bent over to go through her filing cabinet. “The next lesson will involve some props…” she turned around and handed him a sheet of paper. “Here’s a list of school supplies you’ll need…” her lips quirked into a wicked smile.

Xander took the sheet of paper and read through it. A sudden flush went through his cheeks. "I don't know if I could buy all that," he mumbled, showing the list to Cordy.

Cordy rolled her eyes and snatched the paper, her eyes growing wide and her flush matching Xander’s. “Uhm… wow. Okay… I’ll go with you.” She looked a little dazed as she continued studying the paper and wandered out of the office.

Xander followed Cordy along, pausing to turn and wave at Willow as he left, his eyes full of adoration and desire.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in class,” Willow said, pulling her hair back into the clip, her breasts still bare. “And Xander?” she gave him a steady look. “Don’t be late…”

Xander grinned at that, turning around to face her and look at her pert, bare breasts. He licked his lips. "It depends. Do I get to stay after class again if I do?" He grinned at her and turned around, nearly walking into the doorframe as he did.

Willow giggled and sauntered toward him, fondling her breasts as she closed the distance between them until her breasts were pressed against his chest and she pulled his pelvis into her so she could feel that he was already growing aroused for her again. “Yes… Xander, and the punishment for tardiness will be worthy of the infraction…” she found the shape of him with her fingers and stroked him as he claimed her in another hard kiss.

She felt his hands move between her legs and she let out a soft moan, knowing Cordelia would be waiting for him, but knowing that he would rather be with her. “Xander…” Willow squirmed in her sheets, her own fingers teasing her moist clit. When she twisted her body, the Human Sexuality book jammed into her ribs and she complained. “Ohhh… Xander, not yet… I said you had to wait before you get aggressive like that…” she writhed, her fingers pressing into her opening. The corner jabbed her again and her eyes cracked open.

Jerking upright, Willow sucked in a breath and looked around her lamp lit room. “OhmyGOD!” she squeaked, her cheeks flushed.

Beastmaster - Chapters 1-7

catscorner — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 22:07:26 GMT

Title: Beastmaster
Authors: Cas (virtualpersonal) and catscorner
Fandom:BtVS
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating: Adult, vamp bloodplay, romance, comedy, angst, dark (mixed bag)
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Summary: Spike wants Willow to see she does not have to fear the beast inside him, but does he bite off more than he can chew?

"Invite me in, Red. You know you want to." He cocked his head, and sucked his cheeks in as he smiled. "More importantly, I know you want to."

Payback’s Bitch (5 of 6)

catscorner — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 02:54:52 GMT

Title: Payback’s Bitch (5 of 6)
Authors: catscorner and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Threesome, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapt 5 Summary: After hearing about sexy dreams both Cordelia and Xander have had involving her, Willow dives into researching Human Sexuality and ends up teaching her friends a thing or two using some creative hand’s on techniques…

Previously…

"I'm not entirely sure what you said, beyond you liked it," Xander replied. "But, yeah, you know, it's normal. We had fun. You're hot, Cordy's hot, I'm hot." Xander blinked. "Well, you and Cordy are hot. This ain't gotta be such a big deal for everybody!"

“Right. No big deal…” Willow’s voice trailed off as they continued walking. She was so hitting the Human Sexuality books tonight.

* * * *

During adolescence one's sexual orientation is often unsettled. Some people engage in various forms of sexual experimentation during early adolescence.

“Right, see… that’s what I keep trying to tell you Henry,” Willow looked over at the big pink stuffed pig pillow she was leaning against. “It’s perfectly normal and natural,” she nodded precisely as she read on.

This experimentation is generally due to opportunities that present, curiosity, or family or peer pressure. These may not always be consistent with a person's natural sexual orientation or attraction.

“Does forced slavery count as peer pressure?” Willow wondered out loud. That’s how this all started. If Cordy would have never forced her and Xander to… do all that stuff…

The redhead felt the heat rise to her cheeks even though she was quite alone in her bedroom. She’d waited until long after her parents had gone to sleep before she’d dared to pull out the Human Sexuality 101 textbook she’d gotten from the Sunnydale University library and still she sank deeper down under the covers taking the book with her, letting only enough light in so she could keep reading.

What this means is that some people might have some alternative sexual feelings or activities (for example, homosexual sex) during adolescence. For some people, adolescence is a time of curiosity and exploration. This is considered normal and generally has nothing to do with how someone will "grow up."

“See! Doesn’t mean I’m gay at all!” Willow blurted victoriously. “I knew it! I’m totally normal.” It was an enormous relief to have a renowned specialist in the field of human sexuality validate that what she was experiencing was totally normal. And she didn’t even have to go to her mother and die of embarrassment to get the facts. Fascinated, Willow poured through the book, soaking up all the information she could. Some of it was just biology that she’d already learned in Health class and it was hard to keep from yawning, but when she got to the part about masturbation and sexual fantasies, she perked up.

Her eyes went wide and she felt a now familiar heat coiling deep in her belly. “Okay Henry… this is more than you need to know,” she announced, tossing the large pig pillow off her bed and snuggling deeper still under the covers.

At critical periods in our psycho-sexual development (most commonly at puberty), the 'sex-files' of our minds are particularly open. Then, almost anything in our environment can become part of a sex-script. After such sexual imprinting, those sexy images, ideas, fantasies, etc., will remain part of our psychological make-up for the rest of our lives.

“Wow… the rest of my life.” Knowing the fantasies she had now could well stick with her for life, Willow swallowed, taking it all very seriously. “Xander really ought to know this stuff… Cordy too,” she muttered, wondering if she should try and explain this stuff to them. If she stuck to the text she might be able to teach them a thing or two.

Because our sex-scripts are imprinted after birth rather than given by our genes, almost anything can become part of the story that 'turns us on'. Unusual sex-objects, settings, words, gestures, clothing, behavior, etc. often do become parts of our imprinted sexual fantasies.

“Sex-script,” the redhead snickered lightly, still talking to herself under her covers. “Likes a transcript. Wonder how much sex-scription services cost and if I could get a copy of Cordy’s…”

Unfortunately, our sex-files are not directly accessible to us. But we can discover what our sex-scripts contain indirectly: in erotic dreams…

“Dreams… Wow. That explains a lot… wait until I tell Xander…” she thought growing more sleepy as she thought about how she could explain all this to him.

“Mr. Harris?” Professor Rosenberg looked up into the sea of faces, locking in on the mop-haired student with his head bobbing into his chest. Slowly walking out from behind the lecture podium, she adjusted her glasses and moved over to the lab table and leaned back against it. The crisp lines of her pencil skirt accentuated the soft curve of her hips, as did the soft ivory blouse, falling open to reveal only the slightest hint of what lay beneath. “Mr. Harris! Are you with us?” she repeated sternly.

Cordy jammed an elbow in her boyfriend’s side. “Xander! Wake up!”

Xander snorted as he awoke, muttering, "Just like that, Professor Rosenberg." He shook his head and blinked his eyes as he became aware of somebody nudging him awake. He blinked his eyes and took a deep breath and then looked up to find Professor Rosenberg herself staring at him. His eyes widened and he licked his lips as his panicked eyes turned to his side and found Cordelia sitting next to him. Cordelia was his girl, perhaps, ever since high school. But for Xander's money Professor Rosenberg was endlessly fascinating. She was brilliant first and foremost of course, and knowledge was definitely sexy. Not to mention the way she looked in her pencil skirts and heels, fantasies of Professor Rosenberg always ran through his mind.

Cordelia was beautiful, but not as smart, not as educated, and not as purely sexy as Willow was.

His face reddened as he realized what dream he'd been having and what he'd said. It wasn't often he slept through Willow Rosenberg's class, but he'd been studying well into the night to try and impress her with his work. He ran a hand through his hair and wondered if maybe she'd just asked him to comment on her lecture. Maybe that was it. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "I agree, Professor Rosenberg." He cleared his throat, hoping his bluff would hold.

Willow quirked an eyebrow, a trace of a smirk ghosting at the edge of her mouth. “Interesting. And would you mind sharing with the class what you find so agreeable about the mating habits of the baboons in captivity versus what we see in the wild, Mr. Harris?”

Cordelia rolled her eyes and groaned as the rest of the class erupted in laughter.

Xander's face turned even more red and he glanced around. "Uh...I'm just happy somebody gets to have a good time?" He coughed and winced, wondering if this could get any more embarrassing. "I mean...I find it...uh...interesting that some animals in...captivity which isn't their natural state of...being? I find it interesting that they still have mating habits so pronounced as opposed to in the wild, as they would in their natural state? Yes." Xander nodded as if that long line of nonsense actually answered the question. The key to a good bit of bullshit was to act as if you believed it totally.

“Fascinating observation,” Willow drawled, before adding sharply, “And one with absolutely no basis in reality or fantasy. Unless your sexual fantasies revolve around primates. Mr. Harris, see me after class,” she finished sharply. Pushing herself up from the table, Professor Rosenberg moved over to the chalkboard as she continued her lecture, confidently accentuating her points with diagrams and calling on those members of her class that were paying attention.

“Xander!” Cordy complained in a hushed whisper. “We’re supposed to go to the pep rally after class.”

Xander groaned inwardly, closing his eyes. How could he have screwed up so badly? Right in front of Professor Rosenberg, no less! And with Cordy sitting right next to him to witness the whole thing. The day couldn't possibly get any worse. "I know," Xander whispered back to Cordy, looking over at his girlfriend. He shrugged. "I'm sorry, I...I was up late studying. Maybe you can go by yourself? I won't be that long, I'll be able to catch up with you."

Thoughts of being alone with the beautiful and brilliant Willow Rosenberg were already dancing through his head, however.

“Oh you wish! ” Cordy shot him a glare. She saw how he looked at the professor and knew he had a crush on her – which was totally understandable. The woman had a quality about her that even had Cordy questioning her own sexuality at times.

“Ms. Chase? Is there a problem?” Willow stopped her lecture to address the whispering.

Cordy jerked up in her seat. “No, Miss Rosenberg,” she answered. “I was just helping Xander find his place in the text to provide some context for the concepts you’re covering today.”

“I see,” Willow answered coolly. “I’ll see you after class as well.”

“You’re SO going to make this up to me…” Cordy whispered under her breath before picking up her pen to take notes.

Xander groaned again and his head dropped down on his desk. God hated him, and wished a slow, humiliating death on him, that's what it was. Any minute now, his mother would come in and announce that he had clogged the toilet this morning.

At the top of the hour Willow reminded the students that the reading assignments and study guide for the upcoming final were posted on the website before excusing the class. As students filed out of the lecture hall, she moved over to the lab table to gather her books and notes to take them back to her office since this had been her last class of the day.

Xander glanced at Cordy, and then at Willow. Maybe she'd forgotten. Maybe she'd want to go home so bad that she'd say all was forgiven and send him home, and maybe he'd be able to watch her walk out and see the shape of her ass as she made her way out. That would be nice. Despite his better judgment he cleared his throat and said, "Professor Rosenberg? Um...may we leave?"

Cordy elbowed him in the side. “He meant to say, you wanted to see us?”

After she collected all her papers, Willow looked up slowly, her eyes travelling from Xander to Cordy before her mouth broke into what might be interpreted as a sultry smile. “Yes, in my office. Follow me,” she said as she headed out of the lecture hall ahead of them, heart shaped rear rocking with each step as her heels clicked along the hardwood floors.

Cordy felt an inexplicable thrill zing up and down her spine as the professor looked directly at her and held her gaze for that moment. It wasn’t until the sophisticated redhead turned away that she let out the breath she’d been holding and realized her pulse was racing. She looked at Xander and swallowed before taking a double step to fall into the professor’s wake.

Xander followed along behind Cordy, his eyes passing from Cordy's fantastic rear under the confines of her short skirt, and the outline of Willow's under hers. He shook his head, nearly hypnotized by that and the sound of Willow's clicking heels. He blamed the baboon lecture, he decided. All mating and captivity and red asses. How can a woman like Willow Rosenberg talk about that kind of thing and not expect somebody to pay attention. Every word out of her mouth was so smart and sexy all at once. He followed her into the professor's offices, which seemed almost totally abandoned just now, and followed both girls back to the quiet office that Professor Rosenberg resided in.

“Close the door please, Mr. Harris,” Willow said as she set her books down on her neatly arranged desk and turned to face the two students. The office was small and lined with book shelves. There were several plaques on the wall highlighting the professor’s numerous achievements – not the least of which was her recent appointment as the youngest ever to hold the Humanities Department Chair position.

“You seemed to be distracted today… Xander,” she said as she sat back on her desk, hands behind her as she crossed her legs. “Is it because you’re having problems in your relationship?”

Xander stared at her, standing in front of her. The office smelled just like her, and he was lost in the intoxicating sensation for a minute. "Uh...Problems? No. No. Relationship? Um...what problems could there be?" His find was fuzzy and he found that in the closed office with Cordelia and Willow so close by that he was suddenly aroused.

She turned her attention to the brunette and arched a questioning brow at Cordelia.

Cordelia sucked in a breath as she found herself staring into those captivating green eyes again. “How did you know we’re a couple?”

Willow let out a throaty laugh and smirked. “My specialty is human sexuality, Miss Chase…”

“Cordelia,” she croaked.

“Cordelia… Does he know how to please you?”

“Hey!” Cordelia’s brows shot into her hairline and she shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business…”

“Ahh… that’s a shame,” Willow said taking her answer as a no.

“Wait, I didn’t say—” Cordy argued.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t?” the brunette tilted her head, growing more curious.

Xander stared between the women, fascinated by the look they shared with one another, and found himself immediately more aroused. And then he realized they were saying he didn't pleasure Cordelia.

"Hey!" He said indignantly. "I mean, I may not be some kind of great lover like Han Solo, here, but I still think I do pretty well." He looked at Cordy, desperately hoping for some backup, especially in front of Professor Rosenberg and her beautiful eyes and legs and lips and...Xander blinked again, realizing Cordy still wasn't speaking up. "Now's your turn," he prompted.

“Well…” Cordy gave Xander an apologetic look and lifted her shoulder in a sheepish shrug. “I’m sorry Babe, but sometimes it feels like you’re not really sure which… uhm… button is the on button.”

“I can teach you,” Willow interjecyed, fixing Xander with a sultry look and there was no mistaking the seduction in her voice.

“Hey! Whoa… whoa…” Cordy interjected. “You’re not doing anything with my boyfriend!”

“No,” Willow pulled the clip out of the back of her hair and shook her head so the cascade of red tumbled over her shoulders. “I prefer to teach by example,” she explained patiently before removing her glasses and setting them on the desk, her legs still crossed, pushing the slim skirt up high on her thighs. “I thought we’d start our first lesson with you demonstrating to Xander where the on button is…” she carefully uncrossed her legs and leaned back on her hands so her blouse pulled tightly across her chest, her nipples peaked hard beneath the fabric. “…on me.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Cordelia’s eyes popped wide and color stained her cheeks as she looked from the professor to Xander as if seeking his permission to demonstrate.

Xander wasn't sure exactly what was happening. For one thing, he wasn't aware girls had an 'on' button to begin with. Unless...he frowned. So he had a little trouble finding the right spot some time. His cheeks burned a little with shame and humiliation, and he still had a raging erection. And so he didn't understand what was going on.

He didn't understand, but whatever it was, it was awesome.

"Okay," he said finally in a quiet voice, though he was still embarrassed about not being good enough.

“Uhm… okay… so where do we start?” Cordy said as a myriad of expressions chased across her features.

“Well, where do you like Xander to start?” Willow lobbed back the question. “Kissing?”

“Yes… kissing is good. Xander really is a very good kisser,” Cordelia flashed him an approving smile. “That’s how he tricked me into dating him in the first place. I couldn’t resist his kisses… I don’t think he really needs any… uhm… instruction in that area.”

“Okay, that’s very good,” Willow eyed Xander as if she’d be interested in a demonstration for herself, but she was a teacher first and had to tend to the needs of her students. “Where do you like to be touched?”

Cordy swallowed and her gaze dropped to Willow’s breasts.

“Ah yes… they’re just made to be touched, aren’t they?” the professor glanced down at the graceful slope of her firm breasts. “Why don’t you show Xander exactly how you’d like to be touched.”

“In front of you?” The pitch of Cordy’s voice climbed an octave higher.

“No…” she reached out for Cordy and took her hand as she levered upright, arching her back slightly. “You may demonstrate on me.”

“Really?”

“Yes…,” Willow offered a warm smile. “The technique will allow you to remain somewhat detached. It will make the expression of your true desires much more comfortable.”

“Uh…” Cordy looked hesitantly at Xander before taking a step closer. “Okay… so… unless we’re already in the heat of it, I don’t like it when you go straight for the nipple,” she said. “It’s better if you sort of ease into it…”

“Show him,” Willow lifted Cordy’s hand, coaxing her to touch.

“Right,” Cordy’s pulse raced as if she were about to give her Prom Queen acceptance speech. “Okay… well, like this I guess,” she cupped the professor’s breast with one hand, which was much smaller than hers, but still nice and firm. “Wow, this feels backward. When I touch myself, my thumbs are over here,” she noted with almost clinical observation as she tried to orient herself.

“See how this gives you a different perspective? It’s not the same from your partner’s point of view…” Willow said, pleased that her student was so quick to pick up on that concept. This is what she enjoyed most about her profession… the hands on instruction.

“Yeah… it’s different. Come here Xan,” she gestured for Xander to approach Willow on the other side. “So… do this… with your thumb here, just brushing the edge of her nipple – not directly squeezing it like you do.”

It started out pretty awesome. And then it took kind of a turn when Cordy said he'd tricked her into dating him. But then it picked right back up into awesome before rocketing into super-mega-Mighty-Morphin-Power-awesome.

Which happened right around the time he saw his girlfriend playing with Willow's breasts. He'd thought the nipples were...you know, the nipples. That meant touch and pinch and suck right away. Who knew you had to do stuff around the nipple first?

This whole pleasuring a woman thing was difficult.

And then, when Cordy told him to touch Willow, he'd reacted instantly and was next to her in a moment. His hand went out to touch the breast Cordy wasn't focusing on. His eyes stayed on Cordy's hand on Willow's breast, and he could feel Willow's skin warm under her shirt.

Willow sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip as the two of them began stroking her, bringing her already stiff nipples to even harder peaks without direct stimulation.

"The edge," he agreed. His thumb stroked down and brushed Willow's nipple, which he felt was very stiff under his thumb. His eyes widened and he looked at Willow, and saw her eyes were heated despite the cool look she had on her face. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, and brushed the edge of her nipple again, and looked at Cordy. He leaned close, unable to help himself, and kissed his girlfriend's neck, pleased that she was showing him how to pleasure them both. "Then what?"

“Yes… what do you like next?” Willow said, her voice sensual and calm despite the heady arousal the couple was drawing out of her with just the lightest of caresses.

TBC…

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Wax And Detail

catscorner — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 20:43:15 GMT

Authors' Note: This is catscorner's first foray into m/m slash.

Title: Wax And Detail
Authors: Cas virtualpersonal and catscorner
Fandom:BtVS
Pairing: Giles(Ripper)/Wesley
Rating: Adult, PWP
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Summary: The 'full body wax and detail' massage that Giles receives as a birthday present turns out to be nothing like he'd ever imagined, and everything that Wesley had ever dreamed.

"Would you care for a wax and detail with your oil change, Sir?"

Giles winced and shook his head vigorously. “No, that won’t be necessary,” he told the young man at the Jiffy Lube before taking a seat in their waiting room. He pawed through the available magazines and reluctantly selected an old issue of Bon Appétit over the current Woman’s Health and did his best to ignore the unholy sensations the Jiffy Lube attendant had inadvertently stirred with his simple question.

Shortly before his fiftieth birthday, Giles had received a gift certificate in the mail for a free "rejuvenation" salon treatment at a newly opened spa in his neighborhood. He thought he’d tossed it out with the other junk mail, but on the day of his birthday, he discovered it on his bedside table. After enduring Xander’s over-the-hill jokes for the past week, Giles was feeling a little down about his advancing age so on a whim he decided to redeem it.

Not knowing what to expect, he headed into Rayney Day Salon and was told that the free certificate was for the “wax and detail” treatment and would be performed by one of their specialists. He wasn’t sure exactly what parts of his person required waxing and wondered what the “detail” would entail, but she assured him that he would be able to customize the service to maximize his pleasure. His mind was set further at ease when an attractive young woman lead him into a cozy room, dimly lit with candles and soothing music. Before she left him alone, she instructed him to undress and lay face down on the long table. The specialist would be in shortly to begin the massage.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, Giles cleared his throat and looked around to make sure there were no cameras as he undressed, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on a chair in the corner. He lay down on the table and draped a towel over his backside. Soon the music and pleasant scents lulled him into relaxation and his eyes drifted closed.

*

Wesley was rather shocked that he’d been asked to help with a birthday surprise for Rupert Giles. Even though he’d come to terms with the mentor/mentee relationship he now enjoyed with the elder watcher, the Slayer and her friends were much closer to him and he would have thought this would be the sort of thing they’d handle. Perhaps the plan required that Giles be lulled into believing nothing was afoot and unlike his charges, Wesley would never be suspected of anything of the sort.

He had to admit that the venue planned for Giles’ surprise was wholly unexpected. The instant he'd walked into the salon and presented the note he’d received concerning the surprise set-up, he was whisked away into a changing room and told that there wasn’t much time, but they’d explain shortly. Wesley put on the loose black tie on pants and a black shirt that had no buttons and could not be fully closed, and frowned. This was highly irregular, and he really ought to leave on that ground alone.

Before he got a question in edgewise, he was rushed up a set of stairs and asked to look through a one way mirror. His mouth literally hung open as he watched Giles strip and got a momentary full frontal glimpse of him right before the head watcher lay down and pulled the towel over his arse.

"I... don't quite understand," Wesley said, swallowing and unable to take his eyes off the mentor he'd spent too many hours thinking about in the past. “This is… highly irregular…” he trailed off, finding it too difficult to argue and concentrate on Giles at the same time.

The highly professional looking woman with a sleek up-do answered him. "We have clientele from all walks of life. Mr. Rupert Giles is a very special guest of our proprietor and has come here to let his... wild side out. Reclaim a bit of his youth, so to speak."

"Really?" Wesley's brows shot up in disbelief, and he looked at her. “I was unaware a massage could do all that.”

"Really. He's here for much more than a standard massage. He’s having our wax and detail service. It’s a premium service and can only be performed by a man. Every part of him requires attention."

Wesley's heart drummed against his chest as all sorts of impossible thoughts invaded his mind. This couldn't be real. It was another dream, or perhaps a day dream brought on by Giles having leaned over him to read a translation he was working on. It had to be… only why wasn’t he back at his desk now that he was blinking away these lurid thoughts of his?

"You'll need to take it slow. You'll be surprised at how quickly he takes to the idea." She flashed him a smile and pointed, "the door is that way."

Beads of sweat gathered on Wesley's brow. He had no idea what to do. "What about instructions... some notes perhaps... a manual?" he trailed off, speaking to an empty room. Damnation.

He really ought to run the bloody hell away from here. And yet, he walked up to the window and knew he could never walk away from this, from the day dreams that had tortured him for years.

Steeling himself, he decided to play a role. The masseuse in a porn film, that was the ticket. And if Giles blew up at him, then he'd play it off as a big hoax.

Bare footed, he padded across the room and pushed the door open, entering the candle lit room. He dragged his warm palm up the sole of Giles' foot, calf, and thigh as he walked up to the counter where the massage oils were stacked together. "I understand you need a bit of release today. All that built up tension," he said, forcing his voice to sound calmer than the rest of him.

Giles tensed reflexively as the unexpected male voice startled him from his relaxed state. “Erm… well… yes. My work is quite stressful,” he answered hastily, desperately trying to quell his anxiety over having a man touch him. People did this all the time -- there was nothing sexual about having a massage – and the distinctly British accent brought with it a certain amount of familiar comfort, he told himself.

“I daresay I’ve never been pampered in quite this manner… I’m told this is your specialty so I’ll trust you to know what you’re doing,” he added to fill the uncomfortable silence as he sensed the man to his side rubbing oils on his hands.

"Full body massage." Wesley couldn't help it if his voice grew a bit thick with lust, or that his eyes were roving over the watcher's broad shoulders and trimmer waist. The curve of his arse under that damnable towel, and his well formed legs. Oddly, his imagination hadn't done the watcher justice. “With complete attention to detail.”

“Yes… yes… a massage. That seems like a good place to start,” Giles cleared his throat to avoid stammering. “Then we’ll see what I’m up for once you finish me off.” He still wasn’t certain about the waxing – it sounded quite painful.

Taking a deep breath, Wesley stood at the head of the table and put his palms down on Giles' upper back and started to glide them up and down. Each time he moved his hands up, Giles' head bounced slightly forward, inching closer to Wesley's groin. Taking another deep breath, Wesley concentrated on Giles rather than on the heat flushing through his system.

His head turned to the side, Giles focused on the irregular patterns in marble wall that seemed to change with each flicker of the candle light. When felt the man’s strong fingers working through the knots in his shoulders, he let out a low groan. “Good Lord but that feels… quite… splendid,” he said as if surprised. “Please… don’t feel as if you have to be gentle,” he added, emboldened by the thoroughly masculine touch. “I’m not nearly as frail as my years might suggest.”

"Like it rough, do you?" Wesley applied more pressure, splaying his fingers, digging them into Giles’s smooth skin and raking them back and forth, concentrating on those areas where tension bunched the man’smuscles up. Eventually, he was satisfied he'd worked out all the kinks. Leaning down, he whispered near his ear, "so do I," and then started a whole new brand of massage.

Giles’ brows popped up and he released a slight squeak which was quickly squelched by his desire to maintain his composure. There was nothing wrong with a masseuse who enjoyed his work. Nothing at all. He respected the man’s fortitude. And work ethic. Admirable… yes. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes.

This time, Wesley was exploring every inch of Giles' skin, slowly, sensually, making love to the man with his hands... loving the feel of his sides, the way he tensed and released each time his hands moved in too close down his sides to his stomach or near arse.

Good Lord. Giles was getting a workout as each of his muscles involuntarily tensed and released. This must be what they meant by the full treatment. Toning his muscles. Excellent. Yes. And there was nothing at all sexual about the way the masseuse was working his oil slicked hands over his body. The fact that he felt his body temperature rising considerably was completely natural. Certainly it must be the intended effect to achieve the right level of stimulus from the treatment. Yes… yes, that was it.

Wesley moved around the table, pulling up near Giles' waist. He leaned over and started to blow on the watcher's back, long hot breaths that had the watcher clenching his arse. "Good," he said, putting his hand flat on Giles' arse right over the towel and squeezing.

“OH!” Giles let out a startled yelp of surprise and his hips jerked reflexively. A heated flush soared through him and pooled in his groin spawning wholly improper and completely primal urges that he dared not explore further.

He dared not…

But his body had other ideas and he found himself raising his buttocks into the pressure of the man’s hand in order to make room for his quickly growing arousal. “Erm… I seem to be having a bit of trouble relaxing… with your hand there,” his voice sounded raspy to his ears.

"Don't worry, we'll get to all the non-relaxed areas in due course." A muscle flexed in Wesley's jaw. He'd heard the change in Giles' voice, recognized the lust. His body's response had been immediate, and if the watcher turned his head, there was no way to hide what was in his pants.

He pressed again, grinding the heels of his hands into the towel and moving lower. Each time his hands moved closer together, nearer Giles' crack or lower, he heard the man's sharp intake of breath. He wished he could see Giles' face, hear his thoughts.

Oh bloody hell. His body was behaving very poorly. Things were happening. Inappropriate reactions to the stimulus. “Erm… I-I-I rather think…” he bit back a groan and closed his mouth, afraid of what other embarrassing sounds he might make.

Wes rubbed some more oil onto his hands, then moved down lower next to Giles. He tugged the towel down to the man's thighs, and started to knead his bare arse with his oil slicked hands. Occasionally, he would lean over Giles far enough that his surging cock made slight contact with the watcher's thigh. God, this was slow torture.

Clenching his buttocks firmly, Giles strained against the force of the massage until his hips were grinding in a slow circular motion, his erection throbbing against the padded surface of the table beneath him. Despite his best effort to remain detached from what the professional was doing, something powerful stirred deep inside the watcher arousing memories long buried from times long past.

A low moan rumbled through his throat and Ripper turned his head and opened his eyes, darkened with lust and reckless need. Seeing the distinct bulge in the man’s trousers he let out a throaty chuckle. “Seems I’m not the only one with bits that need relaxing, mate…”

"What?" Wes faltered for just one moment. "Oh... right, these ridiculous pants... make everyone look big..." When he made eye contact with Giles, the heat within the man's eyes was almost overwhelming. He had to be imagining it, had to.

He pulled the towel off, and started to massage Giles’ thigh, the insides... moving his hand steadily up towards his sac. Clearing his throat, he asked, "will you allow me to sit on you? Full contact is required for this treatment."

“You’re the professional, Wesley…” Ripper gave the younger watcher a wry smirk. He should have known by the voice who was behind him. Should have known the man was a poofter. He’d seen the way the younger watcher looked at him. Under any other circumstances the elder watcher would have bolted from the room and never looked back – but as it was, Ripper was determined to redeem his birthday gift to the fullest extent.

A tremor of trepidation ran through Wesley. That confident tone, the smirk... it didn't add up quite right. At the very least, he'd have expected a bit of shyness at realizing he was face to face with Wes.

Choosing to accept as true the words of the woman who'd shown him what he was here for, Wesley clamped down on his misgivings. He'd wanted this for so long, and Giles appeared to be playing along at the very least. What was there to think about?

Giving a brief nod, he easily straddled the small of the watcher's back, facing his feet. Then he started to massage him from his arse to his tight thighs and calves, stretching as far as he could, and more than aware that the farther he reached, the harder he was able to grind his arousal against Giles. He slipped forward slightly, finding the groove of the man's arse and closing his eyes as a shiver or pleasure passed through him.

Ripper clenched, the muscles of his buttocks gripping Wesley’s erection like a vice each time he slid forward, only the fabric of the other man’s trousers denying him the debauchery he craved. Lifting his hips abruptly, he forced Wesley to rise high enough so he could twist his torso and flip onto his back. “You did say full-body massage… didn’t you?” he said with a cocksure quirk of his brow as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down the plane of his body to the round of Wesley’s arse.

Wesley's mouth went dry at the sight of Giles' bare cock now lodged up against his own. "G... Giles?" Turning his head, he saw the wicked challenge in the watcher's eyes and thought he would bloody well die.

"Full body, that's right," he breathed, turning fully so that he now straddled Giles' thighs and faced him. "You don't object to the use of my mouth?" he asked, before leaning down and trailing his mouth up the length of Giles’ abs and torso, massaging his shoulders with his hands and slowly thrusting against his cock. Waves of heat inched through his veins, but he did his best to remember he was the masseuse, he was the one in control, and maybe, just maybe his dream of fucking the head watcher would come true.

His entire body was on fire, surging with a need so primal that he lost all sense of decorum. “Object? I bloody well insist on it,” he jerked his hips up and slid his hand over Wesley’s backside so he could grind up into him with controlled force. “And call me Ripper…” he added in a hoarse whisper as his breathing grew more ragged with each powerful movement of his hips.

The jolt of heat from the sudden firm contact between them was electrifying. "Gi... Ripper," he gasped, willing to call the man fucking him like that anything he wanted. He made no more pretense of professionalism, how could he the way his client was maneuvering him and showing him exactly what he liked and wanted?

Right, he was under no illusion as to who was doing the riding here... it was Ripper, there was no question. Wesley leaned down and sought his mouth out, half afraid of rejection, half afraid of what he'd find. He wanted to maintain some semblance of control and Giles was making it very difficult.

Clamping his mouth down over the watchers, he stroked his tongue once, lifted up to look into his grey eyes, and then brought his mouth back down. This time, he kissed him deeply, with all the passion and desire that had been building over the years, and the lust that was being fanned each time Ripper snapped his hips up hard against him.

The smoldering kiss ignited a firestorm of carnal desire that blazed unchecked into a raging inferno. With single-minded focus, Ripper tore through the fabric of Wesley’s shirt as if it were tissue, his hands exploring the masculine lines of his muscles while his mouth devoured the chiseled planes of his face, jaw, and neck. He felt Wesley’s arousal straining against the loose fabric of his trousers as their cocks slid against one another in a steady rhythm and as their breathing grew more labored, Ripper clamped his mouth over the other man’s adam’s apple, sucking hard to feel the vibrations of Wesley’s groans as they rolled through his throat.

In the moments that Wesley tried to keep control over the situation, the tables were turned on him. It was Giles... Ripper who called the shots, Ripper who stripped his top and gained access to his bare skin, Ripper whose teeth were scraping along his throat and sending desire through his system. Blood surged to his cock, making him ache and pulse as he strained harder and harder against Giles' arousal.

Wesley's heart slammed against his chest, so hard, the other man had to feel it. He moved his hands over his shoulders, and chest, digging his fingers into Ripper each time they moved together. Needing more, he sought out Ripper's mouth, groaning as firm lips pressed against his, and their tongues collided. He started to ride Ripper, ride him hard as he imagined turning him over and fucking him. "Oh God... want you," he managed hoarsely, lifting up on his knees to pull his loose pants down, but never breaking contact with Giles' mouth.

Ripper’s mouth twisted into a wicked grin even as he continued the erotic duel of tongues, waiting until the younger man had shed his remaining clothes before he fisted his hair and pulled his head back, pinning him with a smoldering gaze. Slowly, Ripper moved to grip taut shoulders, his eyes still fixed on Wesley’s as he guided him down the length of his body until his face was hovering over his cock. “Show me your attention to detail,” he demanded his voice thick with arousal.

The blatant order made Wesley's stomach knot with lust. No one had ever talked to him like that, pushed him around so. His eyes locked with Ripper's, he lowered himself, and tongued the watcher's tip, before taking only his crown into his mouth and sucking. He pressed his hands down on the man's powerful thighs, stopping him from coming up off the bed, and repeated the motion.

"Just polishing up the edges first," he said, with determined rebellion, as he felt Ripper pushing him down. "If anything, I'm thorough," he said, quoting one of the comments Giles himself had marked on the last review of his performance. "And versatile..." This time, he used the flat of his tongue to stroke the length of Ripper's shaft, cupping his sac and playing with him, but not as gently as his tongue was working him.

Ripper arched his back and let out a guttural groan of pleasure before his head came back up so he could watch the other man work his cock with his tongue. “Good show… well chuffed, man,” he sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. “Remind me to thank your mentor…” His hands tangled in his short hair, battling to coax the other man to take his full length in his mouth as his hips bucked upward. “Right, that would be me.”

Wesley hummed around Giles' cock, slowly pushing down and taking him... all of him. The intensity of Ripper's reactions was sending heat pooling to Wesley's groin. It shouldn't matter who had control over the situation, but somehow it did... so Wesley made every one of his movements painfully slow, pleasuring the watcher, but making him need more, making him wordlessly plead for more... God, the sight of his mentor squirming, wanting... the sight of those grey eyes filled with heat was almost too much to bear.

With every suck, every lick, every swallow around Ripper's cock... pressure built low in Wes' stomach. He pulled off. "Turn around. I need to be inside you," he said, feeling almost out of his depth, but not understanding why that could be.

His strangled cry of frustration was replaced with a sharp bark of laughter as Ripper hauled Wesley up until his powerful thighs seized the younger man’s hips. Knees bent, he held him firmly in place as he rocked his pelvis upward until he could feel Wesley’s erection nudging against his opening.

He’d been so close. His own cock ached with need. “Since when do you call the shots, mate?” Ripper drawled, his accent thick. “You’ll have me when I say you’ll have me.” He squeezed his thighs, forcing Wesley to lever his body so his abdomen came down against his cock so he could ride the friction as he pulled him into a brutal kiss.

Blood pounded Wesley's temples as he fought to win the power struggle between them. His tongue dueled and fucked Ripper's mouth, neither one giving in as their mouths crushed together so hard, a day wouldn't be enough to erase the evidence of their passion.

Wesley's frustration built as each time he tried to push into his lover, anticipating how it would feel to finally sink into him, Ripper moved his knees up like a piston, dragging Wesley up his body and away from his mark. "Damnation. I need to be inside you," he growled, slipping his hand between their bodies and gripping Ripper's cock. It was like silk stretched over steel, and he knew Ripper was just as close.

Lifting his head, he stared into Ripper's eyes, groaning each time he fucked ... just a little bit harder, just a little bit closer... "Really. Need. To." He was so pushed... so near the end of his control, he was prepared to use more force to roll Ripper over.

Ripper felt Wesley shift so he was kneeling between his legs, gaining enough leverage to have his way and flip him, but the elder watcher drew on his years of experience and countered the maneuver by hooking his leg over the other man’s shoulder to slam his arse hard against Wesley’s groin, letting the other man slide his cock between his muscular cheeks. Ripper ground himself against him, hissing out his pleasure as the younger watcher pumped his cock with hard, insistent strokes.

Ready to take him, Ripper angled his hips until he felt the head of Wesley’s cock pressed into his opening and then all at once he twisted and jerked his long legs around his shoulder, letting out a sharp cry of ecstasy at the sheer force of the impalement. “Now you bloody well may have me…”

Wesley bit down so hard on his lower lip, he tasted blood. White hot heat encompassed his body as Ripper closed tightly around him. Wrapping his arms around Ripper's thighs, he helped keep him high on his shoulders as he ground his hips against his arse, sinking all they way inside him... pulling out, and fucking him again.

From the pressure of Ripper's heels pressing into his back and urging him on, Wes realized each time he stopped, the man was getting a little more frustrated. "Payback's a real bitch," he said, getting as much pleasure from the need he saw in the watcher's eyes, as he was getting each time he thrust into him. "Ask me... ask me to fuck you hard, Ripper," he said, keeping his strokes short... torturing himself as much as he was torturing the other man.

A sneer curled Ripper’s lips, eyes dark with lust fixed on Wesley. His balls drew up tight and he took a deep, controlled breath. Just feeling the other man jerking himself into forbidden depths was enough to keep his own arousal hard as steel. “Take all the time you like, mate…” he said plainly as he stroked his own cock almost lazily, knowing it would drive the young man to the brink to watch him bringing himself off. “And then when you’re ready to man up… you may fuck me as hard as you like…” Ripper dawned a cocksure smile, his gaze never wavering from the younger watcher.

Mesmerized, Wesley broke into a sweat. Between the verbal challenge, and his bird's eye view of Ripper pleasuring himself ever so surely, Wes' control was tested to its limits. Each time Ripper touched himself, each time his fist slipped up his shaft, Wes wanted to be that hand... wanted to be the only source of his pleasure.

"Damnation," he croaked, lunging forward and forcing Ripper to take all of him. He pulled back slightly, but unable to stop himself, he started to thrust, pistoning his hips, fucking Ripper hard and fast... not holding back. A firestorm of heat and need spread through him, until he was delirious and incoherent, and desperate... so desperate. With one hand, he reached down and shoved Rupert's away, taking over... fucking his mentor with his cock and with his hand.

It wasn't enough, and hard as it was on both of their bodies, he pressed forward and reached Ripper's mouth, fucking it with his tongue, taking him yet another way, even as he imagined mocking words ... challenges falling from that mouth. He'd take them, every one of them, he'd show him... show him good.

Until that moment, the elder watcher had doubts that his body could still bend in the ways it had in his youth… back when he and Ethan Rayne had first explored each other in unimaginable ways. But when Wesley’s mouth came down over his, Ripper seized him, panting into the kiss with ragged breaths while his entire body thrummed to new heights of ecstasy.

“Bloody. Hell. Wesley,” he gasped as he strained against the surge that filled his groin in response to the punishing strokes that pounded against his pleasure center from the inside out. “Fucking. Bloody. Hell,” the cry broke from his lips as he released in an explosive climax that had him writhing and jerking against Wesley’s hand.

"Bloody. Fucking. Hell, indeed," Wes shouted his explosive orgasm coming a few seconds after Ripper, and holding him tight as his body continued to be wracked by waves of pleasure. "Brilliant," he rasped, slowly relaxing until he collapsed on top of Rupert.

Ripper's heart was still out of control, and Wesley could feel it beating under his ear. Turning slightly, he kissed the watcher over his heart. "Bloody brilliant birthday wish. Did I miss any spots?" he asked, eventually raising his head and locking gazes with him.

“No, you were quite thorough,” Giles said with an approving nod. “But how did you know it was my birthday?”

"I didn't. And even had I known, I wouldn't have pulled his... I didn't know you would take pleasure out of this sort of thing," he said, trying to brace his weight on his elbows as there was no room to roll over. "I received an invitation from the owner of the spa, a Mr. Rayne. I thought it was to be a surprise party for you, and then they explained you have needs... and a birthday wish. I hardly believed, but when you seemed to play along..." Wesley gave a lopsided grin. "I never imagined..." In truth, he had imagined very often. Only, he'd never thought even for an instant that what he imagined would ever venture into the realm of reality.

“Mr. Rayne…” Giles’ head fell back and he let out a breathless chuckle, a lecherous smirk plain on his lips. “Bloody bollocks. Wax and detail my arse. Ethan has topped me again…”

Payback’s Bitch (4 of ?)

catscorner — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 08:10:03 GMT

Title: Payback’s Bitch (4 of ?)
Authors: (catscorner) and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapt 4 Summary: After one wild afternoon with his girlfriend and best friend, Xander can’t get the girls to engage in a repeat performance. Only in his dreams! And her dreams…

Previously…

When she heard the front door close signaling that Xander had taken the hint to leave, Cordelia sighed and began undressing and slipped into the sleek red teddy she had bought just for tonight. Tonight might very well have been the night if Xander hadn’t gone and ruined it with his stupid subconscious.

“Pffft,” she blew out a frustrated breath as she flopped back on her bed. Snuggling under her covers, she punched the pillow until it was just the right amount of fluffly. “Leading lady… damn straight I’m the leading lady…” she sighed again and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Xander came walking onto the set, camera held tightly in his right hand. He wore a well-tailored black suit and cream-colored silk shirt without a tie, a suit which had cost him $3,500 dollars. But he didn't mind. When working with the most beautiful and talented actress/supermodel in the world, you dress to impress.

He walked onto the set. "All right! Last session of the day!" He called, utterly in control. He was the most asked-after photographer in the world. He'd taken them all. Madonna. Julia Roberts. Princess Diana (but not in a completely evil paparazzi/stalker way). He only took scenes with the best, and Cordelia Chase was without a doubt the best there was. No other actress had won a Golden Globe, three Oscars (Best Supporting Actress, Best Actress and Best Director) and the cover of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition, Cosmopolitan and Playboy, all in the same year. She'd refused to take her clothes off for Playboy, of course, but still Hugh paid her more than any other model in history, just to have her on the cover.

Xander was known for his pictures. He was world renown, and only the best would take the best, which was why Cordelia had demanded Xander Harris himself. They'd had the idea together, and a brilliant idea it was. A series of photo shoots meant to illustrate the many facets of Cordelia Chase. Cordelia as a sexy super-spy. Cordelia as a smoldering femme fatale. Cordelia as an imperious queen. And finally, the last shoot of the day, Cordelia as a captured princess, imprisoned in the dungeon of the evil queen.

The idea was to always remember Cordelia's innate glamour while paying homage to the grit and realism of the scene. To that end, Cordelia wore an expensive evening dress bought just for that shoot, and then artfully torn in all the right places, the tight red fabric showing patches of tawny skin. Her arms were spread to either side and chained over her head, bolted to the wall. To maintain the realism of the scene, Cordy had insisted on real chains to bind her in place. Her hair was mussed, but only to the point of making her even more sexy, if that had even been possible. Xander smiled at Cordelia. "Beautiful as ever, my love," he told her. "Makeup! A final touch-up!"

Ruby lips pulled into a confident smile as Cordelia blew the premier photographer a saucy kiss and wink. “And you know just how to bring out the vixen in me, don’t you Xander…”

At her employer’s call, the red haired make-up artist hurried onto the set with her kit in hand. Looking at Miss Chase with breathless awe, Willow dabbed her flawless skin with a powder brush just to cut the sheen from the lights. Moving closer, she held her breath while she reapplied the model’s lipstick even though it wasn’t strictly necessary.

“Uhm… lick your lips, please…” Willow said timidly. “Or would you rather have a high gloss…?”

“You’re the artist,” Cordelia shifted her gaze to the mousy redhead as she dragged her wet tongue slowly across her lips. “You tell me.” She knew Xander’s assistant had a thing for her and she enjoyed teasing her – as consummate professional, of course, always playing to her audience.

Willow swallowed hard, her eyes widening. “Uh… yeah… that’s good,” she licked her own lips which had suddenly gone parched. “Good for the lighting. Don’t you think boss?” she tore her gaze away from the exotic supermodel to ask the photographer’s opinion.

"It would be best if you got out of my shot," Xander replied coolly. While the mousy redhead was cute enough, she was no Cordelia Chase. Xander had a certain soft spot for the makeup artist, but he'd always have eyes for Cordelia. He smiled at the redhead. "Thanks, sweetie." He turned back to look at Cordelia. "My lovely Cordelia. You know what to do. Just try not to melt my camera." He winked at the gorgeous model and raised his camera.

Willow’s breath caught in her throat and she scurried off the set, taking up a position behind the crack in the black velvet curtain where she could watch them without being seen.

“No guarantees there, babe, so I hope your equipment is ensured…” Cordelia answered with a heated look.

The moment he took aim, Cordelia skillfully fell into her role as the imprisoned princess. She let out an anguished cry and assumed a tortured expression as she writhed against her bonds. The flashes were like a strobe accentuating each seductive movement of her body. Acting out the scenario in her mind, a full range of emotions raced across her features -- everything from trembling fear to utter terror.

As Xander took the photos, the day wore on. He went through one roll of film, and then started on another. He sent away the rest of the crew save for the makeup artist, to preserve the illusion. They were nearing the end of the shoot, and under the hot lights Cordelia was beginning to glow. She somehow looked even more glamorous that way, but for the images themselves it wouldn't be best. "We'll take five," he decided. "Willow can use a bit of powder for you. Still comfortable enough, beautiful? Don't mind stayin' in those chains a bit longer? For me?" Xander winked at her playfully.

Cordelia let out a long suffering sigh and rolled her shoulders and neck to ease the tension as Willow dutifully moved in with the big puffy brush to catch the shiny spots that were inevitable under the hot lights.

Ignoring the redhead as she went about her work, the model directed her languid gaze to the photographer. “This is the last of the series and it feels flat – I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the shots will be spectacular, but where’s the shock factor? I want something that is going to eclipse Madonna’s Sex book… something raw. Something gritty. Something… sensational. They think they know me, but I want to do something that’s going to have my fans wondering who I really am.”

Willow’s pulse kicked up as Cordelia’s tone took on a seductive edge. Biting her lip in concentration, she flicked her brush over the exposed area of her neck and chest where she’d worked up a sheen of perspiration. There was a tear in the dress that revealed the side of her breast and Willow moved close to touch up the bronze shadow that accentuated the natural curve of her form.

When the side of her hand skimmed over her nipple, Cordy looked down at the artist and flashed a wicked smile.

Wide-eyed, Willow looked up apologetically. “I-uhm-I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Cordelia’s eye moved to the peaked nipple and she arched her back so it was more pronounced beneath the torn dress “It’s not easy to keep them up this long under the hot lights. Very demanding work… what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“W-Willow,” she answered nervously, barely able to believe the supermodel Cordelia Chase was actually speaking directly to her.

“Don’t be so shy, Willow,” Cordy directed her look toward Willow’s hand and then to her other breast, encouraging her to touch it. She rattled her hands against the chains indicating that she wasn’t able to take care of it herself. “Help me out so your boss can get that shot that’s going to rocket my career into superstardom…”

Her fingers quivered as they closed on the model’s nipple as requests, carefully stroking it beneath the silken fabric to bring it to a stiff peak. “Like this…?” Willow looked over her shoulder, directing the question to Xander.

Xander's eyes were fairly shining as he watched Willow slide her fingers tentatively against Cordy's nipples. He set the camera on the tripod. "That's all right," he said, and walked closer. "But you won't get things quite right that way. You have to give them a good pinch." He looked up at Cordy and smiled, suave and cool as always. He approached the two, and he looked at Willow. "Like this," he murmured, and pinched the nipple which Willow had previously touched. "Go ahead and try," he instructed the makeup girl, smiling at Cordy. "I think that should do what we need, right, O beautiful goddess of stage and screen?"

Flinching beneath his brazen touch, Cordy cut a sharp gaze to Xander, her eyes lighting dangerously on his. “I’ve entrusted my career to your capable hands…” she answered, her gaze never leaving his. “Do whatever you think will make for the most exquisite portrait my fans have ever seen.”

Uncertain whether Cordelia was agreeing with Xander’s instructions, Willow hesitated, her fingers hovering tentatively over her breast, her eyes watching as her perfect mounds rose and fell with each breath. She looked into the brunette’s eyes, but her gaze was fixed on the photographer.

"You want provocative?" Xander asked. He looked pointedly at Cordy. "When Madonna did her Sex book, she didn't just take attractive photos. She punched the envelope. She made people notice. Do you want to show your audience that much of yourself, and push those boundaries? I think if you do, it will be like nothing any of us have experienced." His eyes flicked between Cordelia and Willow, and he nodded at the makeup artist, his eyes flitting to Cordy's nipple before turning back to the model's face.

Cordy gasped at the unexpected pain as Willow pinched her, hard. Jaw set, her eyes shifted to the timid girl. “Yes,” she hissed her response to Xander, but her gaze now remained only on the redhead. “I want to reveal my true essence. Slowly peeling away the façade layer by layer…”

Like a deer caught in the headlights, Willow’s eyes were wide and her entire body vibrated with the tension that coiled through her. She couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.

"Good," Xander replied. "You'll need assistance," he said. He glanced at Willow. "Willow. Get in makeup and costume. Something, something sexy and very powerful. I want you to find an outift fitting for an evil queen, ready to rule over your captive princess. Understood?"

“Me?!” Willow squeaked.

“Yes,” Cordelia’s ruby red lips pulled into a sly smile. “She’s perfect.” Then looking to Xander she added, “And you’re a genius.”

Willow shook her head wordlessly. She wasn’t a model. She couldn’t possibly…

Xander nodded in response to Willow's negative reaction. "You, Willow. The fiery red hair, the otherwise unassuming demeanor. You have within you the ability to show the truth of Cordelia. To have her stripped away and show her for what she is. Not just the cool, most beautiful woman in the world that all already know her for; but for the vulnerable smoldering woman of passion that she is."

He dramatically stepped to Cordy's side, resting a hand on her hip, so that both of their gazes could be focused on Willow at once. "To show our beautiful Cordelia, for everything she is, deep down inside. We need a surprise, we need a muse, and you, Willow, can provide just that, to bring out everything that is...Cordelia Chase. That will be the name of the piece," he decided instantly, looking off into space. "Cordelia...Chased." He looked at them both. "But not chaste." He smiled with the brilliant inspiration that could only strike him in Cordelia's presence.

“You are the Master…” Cordelia favored Xander with a smoldering smile. “A true visionary,” her lips parted slightly, a tease. She imagined what he would be like in bed. Would he exhibit the same confidence or would he be intimidated like most men she’d been with.

When she looked back at Willow, the timid assistant was dressed in a black leather bodice that laced up the front to hug her breasts. Her midriff was bare and the creamy white flesh of her abdomen dipped low into the v-shape of the leather bikini that barely covered her front and cut across her apple shaped bottom of her ass. Long, shapely legs remained bare, her alabaster skin in high contrast to the high gloss black stiletto shoes that forced her to stand with a tilt to her hips that accentuated the look of a dominatrix. Dark eye-liner and smoky shadow brought out the vibrant green of her eyes and her hair was teased into a wild, untamed look.

“Uhm... I found some props too…” Willow’s hesitant voice belied the costume. She held up a bullwhip in one hand and a strap on dildo in the other.

"Marvelous!" Xander said at the look Willow held. He stripped off his suitcoat and tossed it aside, not even caring that the coat cost upwards of a thousand dollars alone. He had six more like it. He clapped his hands and looked to Cordelia. "This will push the envelope and shake all the complacent models and actresses the world over out of the boring little trees. Cordelia, you are about to become the most famous woman this world has ever seen. Will you commit all the way for this vision?" He walked around Willow, cradling her neck in his hand, massaging the tension out of her shoulders before returning to Cordy. "Will you allow this girl to strip the layers away from you, to show you for what you truly are, for all of your adoring admirers?"

With her arms still chained above her head, Cordelia jerked against her bonds and hissed against the pain as the sharp edges of the cuffs scraped against her supple flesh. “Do you doubt my commitment to my craft?”

"Not a bit, love," Xander replied coolly. He looked at Willow. "We'll use the bullwhip for now, but keep the dildo in the shot." He gestured at a small bench nearby. "In the frame the threat of sexual liberation in the face of physical restraint." Xander nodded at that and moved to his camera, and looked at Willow. "Remember, Willow, you are the fierce and dominant queen, and you wish to break the spirit of the beautiful princess. When you enter the frame, grab her hair, use her body fiercely, force her to kiss you deeply and feel things she has never shown before." Xander went to the camera, double-checking the lighting, and then grinned. "At your pleasure, ladies."

Willow dutifully moved to the bench and set the prop down while still gripping the bullwhip as if it were a lifeline. She looked at her boss uncertainly, having no idea how she was going to do what he was asking. This was Cordelia Chase. How could she possibly show her anything she hasn’t seen before.

As if reading her mind, Cordelia coaxed the redhead with toss of her head. “Don’t worry, Willow. I’m an actress. The best there is… just trust me. Follow my lead…”

Nodding, Willow took a deep breath and replayed Xander’s instructions in her mind. Emboldened by Cordelia’s encouragement, she stepped up to the stunningly beautiful woman and fisted her hair, jerking her head back.

Cordelia’s eyes sparked with a dramatic look of terror and she tried to turn her face away. “Force me,” she hissed the command.

Willow tensed and jerked her hair to force the other woman to turn her face toward her. When their eyes locked, she covered her mouth in kiss that grew more demanding with each passing second. The artist was only vaguely aware of the flashes and sounds of the shutter behind them – becoming even less aware as Cordelia struggled against her grip and mewled into her mouth. Feeling more empowered by the model’s reaction, Willow held her firmly and when her lips parted to take a breath, she forced her tongue past her teeth and stroked the inside of her mouth until Cordelia was finally able to tear herself away, her chest heaving breathlessly.

"Excellent," Xander praised. He focused his instructions more towards Willow, knowing Cordy's inherent talent would carry her through the day with her normal brilliance. "While she struggles, Willow, begin to touch her. Pinch her nipples fiercely, bite her neck, and begin to touch her in that most intimate of places, really awaken that sexual place inside of her, and make her submit to you."

Doing as she was told, Willow’s hands traveled over Cordelia’s curves and as the model jerked and thrashed beneath her touch, black painted nails scraped over her flesh. Her lips closed over nipples and her hands explored every curve, tearing through the dress and becoming more bold with each strangled cry that ripped from Cordelia’s lips. When Xander shouted out for her to bite, kisses turned near feral and she left raw red marks in her wake and she moved across her body.

Cordelia played it up, releasing pained moans and tossing her head about. But it was all acting – it wasn’t as if she was really turned on by this woman. It wasn’t until she felt a very feminine fingernail slip between the folds of her sex that she realized she was slick with arousal. “Oh God…” she whispered in a husky moan as she looked down at the mousy redhead. She watched, mesmerized, as Willow lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked her juices from her fingertips.

“Cock. Xander… Fuck. I need cock,” Cordy ground out in demand.

Thinking she’d done something wrong, Willow turned back to Xander, her eyes darkened with lust.

Xander got a picture of Willow's face with Cordy's next to hers, both women's eyes filled with lust and desire. "You heard her, Willow," Xander said, and his eyes flicked to the dildo on the table. "Give her what she wants, but make her submit first. You'll find a catch on the wall you can use to lower her chains. Put her on her knees and make her suck it once you put it on." He looked at Cordy, his eyes heated with inspiration and...something else. "Another layer to be stripped away," he told her.

Cordy gave a disgruntled hiss. She’d meant she wanted an actual cock. His to be precise. But she was a professional. She could wait. As the chains lowered, she slipped out of the manacles and rubbed her wrists.

A wave of panic surged through Willow as she attempted to strap on the dildo. Cordelia laughed at her look of confusion… it was positively priceless.

“For christsakes, Xander. Help her… she’s probably never even seen one of those. Real or rubber. Perhaps you should demonstrate its proper use…” she flashed a sly grin.

Xander raised an eyebrow as he looked at Cordy and her grin. He walked towards Willow and nodded at the harness. "Okay," he said. He helped her step into the harness and fit the piece tightly over her clitoris, snugging it tight and smiling at the look that came over her face. He looked at Cordy. "She could use a lesson," he told the model, winking. He stood in front of Cordy, and unzipped his trousers, and carefully removed himself, already hard for her. "If you don't mind assisting, my darling?"

Aroused by Xander’s self-assurance, Cordelia licked her lips and slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling before him with her palms flat on the ground. “Pay close attention,” she arched her back and looked over her shoulder, enjoying the look of wonder and lust that transformed Willow’s features as she moved close.

Stretching out her tongue, Cordelia ran the tip from the base of his cock to the tip, suckling the head until she tasted the first droplets of pre-cum. She licked him again from base to tip, but this time she used the flat of her tongue and cupped his balls, teasing him with her fingernails. She circled the head as it bobbed and strained, but she didn’t suck him. Not yet.

“See… the fun part is making them beg for it…” she told Willow, her tone conversational. She tilted her head back and looked up at Xander through dark lashes. “Beg for it, bitch,” she ground out, her voice harsh and commanding.

Cordy had already driven him nearly to the point of wild abandon just with her first careful ministrations. She was as wonderful in the art of making love as she was in acting, it would seem. And then, when she called him what she did, he gasped loudly. He looked down at Cordy, and then glanced at Willow with a swallow. He turned his eyes to Cordy's. "Please..." he begged quietly.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you?” she withdrew her touch until he could only feel her hot breath feathering across his twitching cock. “Did you hear him Willow?” she turned and looked at the redhead.

Willow shook her head quickly. “I didn’t hear him…”

“Make him beg for it,” she told Willow. “Smack his ass until we can both hear him loud and clear.

Moving around behind Xander, Willow enthusiastically lifted her palm and brought it down with a hard crack. As if kissing Cordelia hadn’t already fulfilled her wildest dreams – now she was spanking the man that had been ordering her around for years. Moving close so her lips were against his ear, the artist mimicked the actress. “Beg for it, bitch,” she growled as she smacked him again, harder this time.

Xander jumped with each spank, in turn humiliated and aroused. He was supposed to be in charge of this photo shoot, but of course Cordelia's beauty had enraptured him far too much. He shook his head, and again he was rewarded with a spank. Finally, he said louder, "Please suck my cock, Cordelia!"

“You’re in charge now, Mistress Willow,” Cordelia shared a knowing look with the other woman as she closed her lips over Xander’s arousal, taking his full length to the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose so as not to break the suction she’d created, she pulled back and then took him again, even deeper. Her fingernails clawed into his the muscular rounds of his ass as she pulled him in and out, stroking him with her lips and tongue.

Cordy was so involved with what she was doing that she didn’t notice that Willow had circled around to kneel behind her and was nudging the dildo against her ass.

“Keep sucking, him. Don’t stop…” Willow ordered, her voice now full of all the self-confidence Cordelia’s encouragement had given her. She gripped the beautiful brunette’s hips and lifted her up maneuvering the device until she found the entrance to her sex with the tip of the dildo.

Letting out a mewl of pleasure, Cordelia continued working her mouth over Xander’s throbbing cock. Angling her hips she opened her legs so Willow could ease the stiff rubber cock inside her slick channel.

Willow jerked her pelvis forward, gasping as the motion teased her clit. She let out a shocked cry when Cordy rocked back, impaling herself with the cock while sending an explosive jolt of pleasure through the unassuming make-up artist. Dizzy with sensation, Willow jerked her hips again slowly finding a grinding rhythm that mimicked Xander’s as he fucked Cordelia’s mouth.

Xander gasped loudly, and his hips rocked in time with Willow's thrusts, giving Cordy what she desired. He glanced back at his camera, and reached into his shirt pocket, retrieving the auto shutter controls. He pressed a button, and the pictures started going. "Fuck," he growled. He looked at Willow. "May I please compliment Cordelia, Mistress?"

“You may,” Willow nodded, barely able to form the words. Her breath was coming in short ragged pants now as each thrust brought her closer to euphoria. Somehow knowing exactly what Cordelia wanted, the redhead reached around the other woman’s waist and slipped her fingers between her wet folds. There was nothing gentle about the way she stroked her and she was rewarded for her efforts by drawing out a strangled cry of pleasure from the model.

As the flashes lit the studio and their body’s moved in a primal dance, Cordelia’s head bobbed at a dizzying pace as she sucked harder and harder the closer she came to careening over the edge.

Xander's pulse raced and he stared down at Cordelia and Willow, watching with raptured bliss as they drove each other to a frenzy. "You're so beautiful," he gasped to Cordy. "So beautiful and this feels so good. You're a goddess, Cordelia, a goddess walking on earth and I'll forever be your willing slave!"

Willow rasped out her profound agreement as she molded her body to Cordy’s back, her pelvis grinding against her ass and her fingers rubbing the bundle of nerves nestled between hot slick folds while the other pinched swollen nipples. “Goddess… yes… I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long,” Willow’s voice was reaching a fevered pitch. “Please… please come for me, baby…”

“OhgodohgodohGOD!” Cordelia cried out as the orgasm ripped through her in a rolling cascade that shattered every nerve in her body. He legs twisted up in her sheets and she writhed and moaned, hanging on to the sensations as long as she could. Her entire body hummed and quivered as the erotic dream slowly faded into reality.

Levering bolt upright, Cordy’s eyes popped wide and her hand flew over her mouth in shock. “Oh. God.”

* * * *

The next day. Like any other day.

Miserable.

Alone.

Undevirginized.

He'd given up. There was no way. Willow seemed...well, Willow seemed like Willow which meant he had no real clue what she would or wouldn't do. Cordy had flat out run him off when he told her. There was no way lightning struck twice, unless you were Captain Marvel. Xander stopped in the middle of the courtyard heading towards the benches for lunch. He looked up at the sky and said softly, "Shazam?" Nothing happened.

Of course.

Behind him, a tall troglodyte in a letterman's jacket slapped the backpack off his shoulder. "Get outta the way, fucktard." He hit Xander's shoulder hard with his own and continued on.

Xander waved at the big kid's back and gave his best Apu. "Thank you, come again!" He sighed.

“You!” Cordelia lasered in on Xander and angled across the courtyard to intercept him. “What did you do to me? A spell? So not amused…”

Xander blinked, staring at Cordy. "What?" He shook his head as he bent down and retrieved his backpack, walking towards his girlfriend. "Look, Cordy, I wanted to apologize to you about last night." He decided to try and deflect her anger with the prepared statement. "It was a joke, see? I didn't mean it, I was just playing around." He laughed, but it sounded sick. "Har-har?"

“Apology not accepted! Some joke. Completely un with the funny. You don’t mess with people’s dreams…” she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger and glared. “That’s just sick. And twisted. Not to mention totally perverted. You’re already on thin ice… you trying to make me break up with you?”

He opened his mouth. There were words that would be right to say, he was sure of it. What they were, however, he was infinitely less sure of. "Uh...no? What dreams? It was my dream I was joking with. What're you talking about?"

“Don’t try to play dumb,” she continued to glare and poke. “You put some kind of spell on me so I’d have a dream like yours. Sicko.”

Xander stared a moment longer. When he spoke, his voice was loud and shrill, incredulous at the accusation while he flung his arms up in the air. "What?!" He paused then, his arms in the air. "Wait. You had a dream like mine?" His arms stayed in the air. "What dream? Wha...uh...What happened? Freud said you're supposed to talk about them and they don't bother you anymore. I think."

The brunette’s eyes narrowed on Xander, unsure if she believed him. If he didn’t put a spell on her… than her own subconscious had gone completely insane. “Quit flapping your arms. You look like a do-do bird about to take flight,” she snapped, her face flushing red. “You must have done something.”

"Cordy." Xander lowered his arms and looked at his girlfriend earnestly. "You know me. Am I smart or lucky enough to mess around with magic and not come to school the next day with a unicorn horn sprouting from my ass?"

“True…” Cordy reluctantly conceded, automatically handing Xander her books to carry as she moved over to a bench to eat. It had all been so vivid. And Willow? Cordy flushed again at the memory. “It’s all your fault. You planted the idea in my head. God Xander. Willow? Why couldn’t you have at least picked someone hot. Like Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston…”

"Willow's hot," Xander defended his friend. When Cordy looked at him, he quickly followed up. "In a geeky, non-glamorous sort of way, and totally not ever as hot as you, of course. But, still. What, uh...what happened, in the dream? Maybe it wasn't as bad as you think. If you say it out loud, you'll see, it was just a little thing, I'm sure. Not my little thing, but..." Xander cleared his throat and fought to recover. "You were saying?"

“I was not saying,” she pulled a banana out of her bag and peeled it, giving Xander a look as she deliberately put her lips around it to get a rise out of him before biting it hard.

Xander jumped slightly and settled back. "You can't blame me for either of our sub-consciouses...consciousees...consciousi..." Xander shook his head. "I mean, it's just some dreams. You can't be mad at me about it. I mean, if you had a horrible, horrible dream where Spider-Man died, I wouldn't be allowed to be mad at you. It's not fair!"

Cordy rolled her eyes and ate her banana and thought about Xander as a brilliant photographer and her as a supermodel. That part of the dream hadn’t been so bad…

Xander looked at her. "Was I Spider-Man? Was that why you rolled your eyes? I'd like to be Spider-Man. You're Mary Jane. Willow's Gwen Stacy. Buffy's the Black Cat...There is no Buffy," he said quickly as he caught what he was saying.

“You really think I dream about stupid comic books?” she slid a sideways glance. “I was a supermodel. You were a photographer. We were doing a photo shoot.”

"Oh." Xander considered that. "Yeah, I can see that." He held up his fingers in front of his eye in a box, like a camera. "Work it, beautiful! Let's see that gorgeous smile! Give us a kiss, you'll set my film on fire!"

That got a laugh out of Cordy and she dropped her banana peel in her bag. “Yeah… something like that.”

He grinned at her response and dropped his hands. He stood up, moved around the table and sat down next to her. "Look. Quit bein' mad at me, okay? Please? It was a dream. And...you had a dream, and...hell, I bet Willow had a dream. It just means, I don't know...we had fun, was all."

“Oh my God. Willow had a dream?!” Cordy flashed a horrified look. “About me? No way…”

"I don't know," Xander said quickly. "I just said I bet. I mean, come on. You're hot! You're the hottest girl in school." Xander glanced around and leaned in to whisper, "Everybody's probably had a dream about Cordelia Chase, you know. Why's it gotta freak you out?"

“True…” Turning her head, she rested her arms on his shoulders and brushed her lips against his. “I can’t really argue with that logic now, can I?”

"Of course not," Xander replied. "And if I have dreams about you spanking me for being a bad, bad Jedi, well..." He swallowed hard as he looked at her. "I've said too much, haven't I?"

She nodded and kissed him so he’d shut it already.

* * * *

“Cordy totally had a sex dream about us!"

Xander had run after Willow after school, and shouted the news he'd been dying (literally dying, he could feel his heart slow every minute the weight was on his chest) to tell somebody. Cordelia Chase had had a sex dream. About him. He grinned excitedly as he walked next to Willow, punching her lightly in the arm. "She was a supermodel, I was a photographer and you..." What was Willow, anyway? Cordy didn't say. "Anyway, you were there. You were totally there." Xander giggled in a decidingly unmanly fashion.

“What?” Willow nearly choked. “Xander! Geez…” she was sure she was already turning various shades of purple. “Like I want to hear that.” She paused a beat and started walking, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “I was in it? And there was actual sex?”

"Yes! Well...I dunno," Xander confessed. "She didn't want to get into details. But she said totally perverted. That's promising, right? And the way she looked when she talked about it, and mentioned you?" Xander laughed and shook his head. "Oh, you must've been teaching her something."

“No way!” Willow blushed furiously. What could she possibly teach Cordelia about sex! “And how is perverted a promising thing?” she belatedly added, nudging Xander with her shoulder. “You’re such a… a… guy.” She walked a few more steps before asking, “How did she look when she mentioned me?”

"Oh," Xander said with a chuckle. He was one step away from waggling his eyebrows at her Groucho Marx style. "Oh-ho, Willow. Well, she looked kinda pissed. But when she mentioned having it, and doing stuff? I saw that look in her eye three times. Twice when George Clooney showed up when we were watching ER. And when the three of us were..." Xander laughed again.

“Really?” Willow couldn’t believe it. Not that she cared what Cordy thought about her – especially when it came to sexual stuff. But it still gave her a little tingle. Which was a little disturbing actually. Maybe a lot disturbing. She frowned. Xander would think she was totally gay if she said anything more. How could she be gay when she couldn’t stop thinking about what Xander had done to her that day in Cordy’s room. A mix of expressions chased across her face before she finally blurted, “I’m totally not gay!”

Xander's face went blank, and his mouth drooped open. "Uh..." He dutifully closed his mouth and glanced around the empty street. He looked back at Willow. "Okay. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he said. "But okay. Neither's Cordy. Just...fun, right?" He tried a happy expression. "Ha, fun? Yippee?"

“Yeah, okay,” Willow wanted to disappear. “I just mean… you know… I liked what you did to me.” She swallowed and looked down at her feet. “But… it’s weird. I mean… this thing with Cordy,” she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I’ve read about this sort of thing. It’s a totally normal developmental phase. Sexual experimentation. There’s books… and stuff. That I’ve read. Says that adult sexual identity and the capacity for intimacy may be frustrated by the prolonged interval between attainment of reproductive maturity and social permission to express one's sexuality as an adult,” she babbled. “Not… that I’ve really studied this or anything. Just sayin’…”

"I'm not entirely sure what you said, beyond you liked it," Xander replied. "But, yeah, you know, it's normal. We had fun. You're hot, Cordy's hot, I'm hot." Xander blinked. "Well, you and Cordy are hot. This ain't gotta be such a big deal for everybody!"

“Right. No big deal…” Willow’s voice trailed off as they continued walking. She was so hitting the Human Sexuality books tonight.

TBC…

Payback’s Bitch (3 of ?)

catscorner — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 18:37:36 GMT

Title: Payback’s Bitch (3 of ?)
Authors: (catscorner) and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

Chapt 3 Summary: After one wild afternoon with his girlfriend and best friend, Xander can’t get the girls to engage in a repeat performance. Only in his dreams…

Previously…

When she sensed that both the Countess and Secret Agent were too far gone to notice, Pussy Willow slipped out from under Cordelia. In her right hand she held Xander’s gun trained on his temple and in her left she held Cordelia’s trained on hers. A wicked smile curled the edge of her lips as she cocked both weapons simultaneously to get their attention.

Xander paused, his mouth still capturing Cordelia's as his eyes shot open and he glanced at Pussy Willow out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his lips from Cordelia's, feeling utterly needy and aroused, and shuddered as his wet cock was left in the open air. "My dear Pussy," Xander said calmly despite the aching desire he felt and the cold barrel of his own gun pressed against his temple. "When I looked at the Countess' gun, this wasn't quite the solution I had in mind."

Still flush from the ripples of orgasm that still gripped her, the Countess Cordelia narrowed her eyes on the scientist, her chest heaving against the Secret Agent Harris. Arching her brow with a hint of admiration she finally spoke. “Not so helpless after all, are you Pussy Willow?”

“Oh… oui madame moiselle…” the double-agent drawled, her accent thick and sultry. “I have been waiting for just the right moment to activate the Orgasmatron, and thanks to the very the dapper secret agent that has come to my rescue, all the stars have aligned in my favor…”

Green eyes glittered dangerously as she looked from one to the other, making a slight movement with her hands to gesture that they should follow her instructions. “Now… step over to the equipment and do exactly as I say.”

Xander took a deep, calming breath, his cock still achingly hard and his need no less since Pussy Willow's interruption got in the way of what had been turning into what had promised to be quite the orgasm. Nonetheless, there was little he could do other than keep his hands up, unable to cover his naked body at all. He looked at Pussy Willow. "You've been a double all this time," he observed, sidling closer to the large, dangerous-looking machine she gestured toward. "How did our MI6 screeners miss that detail?"

The equipment was large, the contraption looked sizable enough to hold at least two people, but possibly more. It was all chrome and steel, shining at them even in the dim light of the dungeon. The contraption had leather seats and benches, and what definitely looked like more restraints, shackles and straps than Xander had ever seen on any piece of equipment before.

Well, any scientific equipment, anyway.

“Oh, I worked for your government,” Willow explained as she maneuvered the pair to the Orgasmatron. “I was a loyal little scientist for many years… that is until I realized how much more money I could make if I went into business for myself. As a free agent, I was able to obtain secret codes for all the international satellites and program them into my machine.”

With both weapons still trained on the very naked pair, her eyes caressed the exquisite chrome lines of her equipment. “You see, the beauty of it is that it combines all the sciences… biology, physiology, electromagnetics. The energy of your orgasms will power it and send pre-calibrated ultrasonic waves to the satellites to cause a cascade reaction rendering all the world’s major financial institutions momentarily vulnerable.”

“Ingenious…” the Countess purred.

"Quite diabolical, indeed," Xander allowed, glancing at the Countess, and swallowing hard. He was still painfully aroused and the sight of the woman's incredible body was doing nothing to alleviate that fact. "Unfortunately," he said, turning back to Willow, who was only slightly less alluring because she was carrying a gun in each hand. "There's only so many of those you can...wring from a body. It's not exactly something you can keep up for very long. Although it does give a new meaning to the concept of sexual energy." Xander cocked an eyebrow at his own witticism.

Had he not been dreaming, he'd have slapped himself for that one.

“Oh?” Willow arched a cinnamon brow behind round glasses. “Don’t tell me I’ve underestimated your virility.” Her lower lip jutted out in a pout as she moved closer, lowering one gun so the cool metal slid along the side of his erection. “I was so looking forward o seeing how much power you could feed my little machine…”

The Countess held her body close to Xander’s so she, too, felt the edge of the weapon as it brushed her thigh. A jolt of arousal shot through her and she knew she would have no trouble maintaining a heightened state of sexual stimulation as long as she was riding the waves of euphoria with this man at her side.

The brunette brazenly reached out to caress their captor’s cheek, trailing her thumb along her strawberry scented lips. “You are a woman after my own heart… and pussy…” she purred. “If I ensure his sexual energy brings this machine to peak performance, will you share your profits with me?”

Willow’s eyes darkened with lust and sucked Cordelia’s thumb into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue before releasing it. “Perhaps…” she answered with a coy smile before turning her gaze back to Xander. “Now be a good boy and climb in… the Countess will bind you in place so you don’t make any trouble.”

Xander tried not to be too distracted by the show of Pussy Willow sucking on the Countess' thumb, but he had the distinct impression he failed at that. He shuddered as the cool gun slid against his hard and aching erection, and his breath was coming faster. He glanced between the two beautiful women, and sighed with resignation. "Normally I wouldn't hesitate for such...lovely ladies. But I really must register my objections." At that, Willow turned the gun sliding against his cock so the barrel pointed at it. "Touche," he replied calmly, and moved to the device. He climbed onto a padded bench, with an incline to raise his back. There wasn't enough room to keep his legs both on the bench, and he ended up having to straddle it, his erection still standing tall.

With the implied promise of profits, Cordelia eagerly went about locking Xander’s ankles in the restraints. When she moved up to bind his wrists above his head, she slid along the length of his torso, her breasts dragging over his mouth as she reached up. She straddled him as she worked, teasing his cock with feather light brushes of the neatly trimmed triangle that crowned her sex… still wet from the first orgasm Pussy Willow had torn out of her.

“That’s right… very good,” Willow encouraged as she moved to the side of the machine to flick some switches. As she powered up the Orgasmatron, the entire contraption started to hum and vibrate, enhancing the stimulus effect.

Xander jumped as he felt the machine vibrate under him, causing his already sensitive nerves to tingle even more. His entire body flushed with pleasured warmth, and even as he felt his wrists locked up, he couldn't help but suckle one of Cordelia's dark nipples into his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly against the raised bud of flesh. Even as he did, he moved his hips, brushing the tip of his erection against her wet lips before he gained control of himself and forced his hips to still.

When Cordelia felt him jerk to stillness, a poisonous smile curved her lips. “You really think you can resist me?” She tossed a look over her shoulder at Pussy Willow and both women broke into laughter. “Maybe we should make him beg for it…” she suggested as she stood up and moved over to the scientist, holding out her hand and drawing her inside the machine.

“Oui. Anticipation should make for a more powerful release…” Willow agreed as she joined the Countess, taking her in a deep, hungry kiss.

Standing in front of Xander, but not touching him, Cordelia slowly unzipped the scientist’s lab coat. As she pushed it off her shoulders and onto he floor, she lowered her head to suck her nipples through he silken fabric of her cocktail dress until they were stiff peaks.

Willow’s head lolled back and she locked a half-lidded gaze on Xander as she tangled her hands in the Countess’ jet dark mane. “Oh oui!” she purred, her voice dripping with pleasure. “See what you miss out on when you refuse to play?”

Xander gasped, and his hips shifted greedily again, but he forced them down, to keep them from seeking that pleasure he needed so badly. His restrained hands curled into fists. "I don't think I'm the only one missing out," he replied. He was, after all, Xander Harris. He hadn't had a single complaint or woman able to stand on her own two feet after an evening with him, yet! And still the diabolical contraption vibrated and hummed, sending his every nerve wild.

“Perhaps so,” Willow said as she arched her back and slowly unzipped her dress until she was left standing in nothing but a black lace bra and a garter belt holding up her stockings. In a smooth motion, she stepped out of the puddle of silk, her stiletto heels vibrating against the steel beneath her feet. As she parted her legs, Cordelia’s mouth trailed down the alabaster plane of her abdomen, skimming the neat patch of red curls framed by the straps of the garter.

“Stop,” Pussy Willow sucked in a sharp breath, pulling back Cordelia’s head by yanking her hair. “Wait… wait until he tells you what to do… He is your master now.”

Crouched over her own spiked heels, Cordelia looked over at the agent, her eyes locking on his straining cock. “What should I do… Master…” she asked, her voice licking with seduction.

Xander swallowed hard, his duty telling him not to let her do anything. To remain quiet and let them play their game alone. He watched as Cordelia's pink tongue slid against her dark lips, and swallowed. "Well..." He took a deep breath and decided if he was going to be the master of this...Countess, he was going to take it all the way. "For starters, bitch, you can use that tongue to warm me up again."

“Yes Master…” When Willow released her hair, the brunette turned and crawled like a panther stalking her prey until she was nestled comfortably between his legs. Pressing her lips to the edge of his cock, she blew across the tip before taking the droplet of pre-cum with the tip of her tongue. “Mmmmm…” she licked her lips before her tongue snaked out again, caressing his throbbing length from tip to base.

With her eyes locked on Xander’s, Pussy Willow moved behind Cordelia and crouched low, her knees bending on either side of the other woman. She reached around and fondled her breasts as she continued working Xander’s cock as he instructed.

“Tell her what to do…” the redhead cooed softly as she slowly rubbed the slick heat of own pussy against the Countess’ curvaceous backside.

"Lick me," Xander said. "Up and down, like a popsicle." He grinned at just the visual that awoke in his mind. "And after every lick, tell me how much you love being my cock-sucking slave." He grinned wickedly, gasping as her tongue slid against his sensitive head. Even bound, the thought of having some control of this powerful woman sent shivers through him, and he decided to take advantage of the opportunity. "And then you can beg me for it."

Between Willow’s fingers flicking and tugging at her nipples and Xander’s course demands, Cordelia was lost her in her own heady arousal. She placed the flat of her tongue at the base of his cock and licked upward in a powerful stroke. “I love being your cock-sucking slave,” she ground out in a husky purr before repeating he motion again and again. “Love it. Fuck… I want it. I want to fuck you Master… please… please,” she begged between her own mewls of pleasure as Willow’s fingers moved down between her legs to stroke her sex.

Pussy Willow’s hips bucked against Cordelia’s back each time she jerked. “Beg him for it, bitch,” she hissed against her ear. “Beg him to let you fuck him.”

“Please! Xander… please! I love being your cock-sucking slave!” Cordelia shrieked out, her body starting to quake even as she continued to lick and suck. “Please let me fuck you. Master. Please!”

"Don't you come!" He demanded, his body on fire, his cock hard and aching fiercely from Cordelia's attentions. "You wait until your master commands! Now, you may kiss my cock to show your appreciation, and then get on top, and take it slowly."

“Yes… yes Master,” the Countess choked out between ragged breaths as she kissed the head of his cock, her lips suckling him hard as she continued to grind over Willow’s fingers now plunged deep inside her – a tantalizing appetizer, but ached wanted to feel Xander’s throbbing manhood inside her.

In lithe cat-like movements, Cordelia climbed on top of him, slowly lowering her wet pussy over his erection until he was buried to the hilt. She waited there, her eyes locked on his as she sheathed her muscles tightly around him.

Willow stood behind her, her hands moving back to caress her breasts, her own arousal pulsing with need. “What about me, Master…” she asked the agent with a wonton look, sensing he was getting off on the power trip. The machine was vibrating more powerfully now and she knew they were almost there. “What should I do…?”

Xander gasped, breathing hard as he fought for control. He looked at Willow, the sound of her calling him master another pleasure that wracked his body. "Pinch her nipples," he commanded. "Hard. And then...and then spank her, hard. Tell her what a...what a naughty slave she is while she gets fucked." Xander nodded, his eyes wide, and for a moment an uncharacteristic thought came to the suave secret agent's mind before being banished: This is the coolest thing since Jedi Spock.

As Xander’s hips rose, Cordelia ground against him, then pulled back until just the tip of his erection touched her sex before she slammed down on him, impaling herself hard, crying out as Willow pinched her nipples. The pain was both shocking and exquisite and she repeated the motion of pulling her hips up and slamming back down.

Willow dutifully moved around behind Cordelia and slapped her ass so hard it left a red palm print. “You’re a naughty slave!” she hissed, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. “Naughty, naughty girl. You liked it when I licked your pussy, didn’t you. You didn’t know how good a woman’s tongue could feel before that, did you?” She spanked her hard again.

As the Countess bounced on top of Xander, she cried out with each smack across her backside. Arching her back, her breasts jumped with each powerful stroke as Xander’s hips jerked up inside her. “Oh God. Master. Oh God… Yes… Please… Master… Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”

"You're both naughty little slaves!" He called out, thrusting up hard with his hips now, unable and unwilling to stop playing this game. "My dirty, filthy little slavegirls!" He rocked up, twisting his hips as he thrust up into her, sliding against her as best he could to give her more and more sensations. His arms strained against his bonds as the vibrations from the device ran through his entire body and his skin tingled. "I'm going to come!" He shouted loudly.

Willow could barely contain a burst of maniacal laughter as her plan all came together. Reaching between her own legs, she stroked herself as she stood behind Cordelia and moved her hair aside to whisper in her ear. “Now, madame moiselle… come with us… now!”

Cordelia was already so far gone she didn’t need a bit of encouragement, but when she felt Pussy Willow’s seductive words feathering across her ear she shattered. “Master!” She shrieked her body spasming around Xander’s cock as the orgasm crashed over her and she felt him filling her with liquid heat. Her entire body convulsed and she jerked up and down, milking him for everything he had.

Willow’s mouth came down over Xander’s in a hungry kiss as she brought herself off. “Oui… Agent Harris… you are the Master,” she moaned into his mouth, her own mind-blowing orgasm taking her to her knees.

Xander's body had barely ceased shuddering before the machine began to hum and come more to life. Through half-closed eyes, still lost in the haze of pleasure like none he'd experienced before, Xander turned his head and watched as energy channeled through the machine. The device hummed, and Xander pulled uselessly against his shackles. "Oh, dear," he panted. "M is going to kill me for this one."

With a sudden start, Xander woke up, the sounds of the machine still ringing in his ears. "Chewbacca!" He muttered, looking around his dark room. He fell back on his pillow, and glanced at his clock. The LED read it was almost four in the morning. He sighed, and grinned at the dream, and his grin slowly died. "Even in my dreams, if I get any sex, I destroy the world. What did my parents do to me?"

He shifted to roll over onto his side, the screams of pleasure from Willow and Cordy both echoing in his ears. As he did, he felt a very particular feeling around his pants. Xander frowned deeply, and shifted again. He groaned. "Aw, man!" He threw the covers off and shifted off the bed. He'd have to do his own laundry before his mom woke up.

* * *

That night was Friday night. Date night. Special night. Xander had spent his entire allowance for the month getting this together. Reservations at the fanciest French restaurant in town (and not Le Burger King as he'd joked to Cordelia at his own dire peril). Those reservations led to a promise to watch the new fall fashions on the Style Network with Cordy at her house (parents were gone, wink wink), and now he was slowly shifting closer to her on the couch, memories of the sexy Countess in his head.

“Thank God grunge and fleece are finally out for good,” Cordelia chimed in with her own commentary as they watched the 1998 Fall Fashion Extravaganza. She was pleased to see that there were more tailored looks coming in vogue. “I mean, if you’ve got a great body, why hide it under baggy clothes, right?” she glanced over at Xander to make sure he was paying attention in hopes at least some style tips would sink in. “Check out the contour there…” she pointed at one of the models sporting a tight-fitting V-neck top. “I mean, I can totally see me in that.”

When the announcer mentioned that the textured, layered look would be big, Cordy marveled at her own foresight at wearing a sheer sweater with a camisole underneath. “And Harmony laughed when I bought this combination! I told her it would be huge,” she sat up a little straighter and threw back her shoulders to accentuate curves revealed in hints through the peek-a-boo fabric. Kicking off her strappy sandals, she tucked her legs under her short skirt as she got more comfortable.

Next up was the evening wear show and before they went to commercial, there was a preview of a hot guy in a black tuxedo. “Wow… now that’s a man that knows how to get his style on,” she said making a yummy noise for emphasis.

The entire time Cordy had been talking to him--well, let's face it, talking at him--Xander's mind had been preoccupied. By the dream, by the fact the beautiful girl sitting next to him was his girl, by random thoughts of Cordelia and Willow in various...well. He hadn't actually heard anything she'd said, but he'd been dutifully aware that she'd been saying things. By the time her last statement had been uttered, Xander was sitting right next to her, his arm around her shoulders, smiling. As soon as he saw the tux and heard Cordelia say something about it, he laughed, a high, shrill sound that was more nerves than merriment.

He coughed to recover from the laugh and then said, "I had a dream last night where I was James Bond." He winced at his needlessly abrupt topic change. He had to recover quickly if he was going to escape insult from Cordy, and he landed on the topic she always liked discussing more than any other: herself. "Uhh...You were in it," he explained, and glanced nervously at her.

“Oh?” Cordelia arched a curious brow and shifted her gaze from the cute guy in a tuxedo to Xander, pleased that he’d been paying attention to the fashion. “So…” she snuggled into his embrace. “I take it you were wearing a tuxedo in this dream… What was I wearing?”

"Umm...A black dress," he said, sliding his arm closer around her. He tried to look like he hadn't been imagining her in the dream every waking minute since he'd had it. "Let's see...A nice black dress. Obviously, because you're good with the clothes. It had one of those...neckline...things," he said, running his fingers down his own chest to illustrate.

“Neckline things? As in… a neckline?” she teased. As far as she was concerned, there was no better aphrodisiac than talking about clothing. She twirled her hair and probed further. “What kind of neckline? A square neck?” she traced an angular shape by dragging the tip of her index finder over her chest. “Or a circular?” she moved her finger in a curving motion. “Maybe a keyhole? Or… a plunging v-neck?” she demonstrated by dipping low into her cleavage.

"That one," Xander said quickly, his eyes hypnotically drawn to the finger moving around her own breasts. "The plunging thing, yeah. And the dress was kinda satiny. Real smooth and soft. And you wore these really high heels, and you were the sexy but villainous Countess Cordelia," he told her. Merely the fact she hadn't booted him out the door was wildly encouraging.

“Countess?” she flashed a wicked smile. “Sounds exotic. So I was your evil nemesis in this dream?” The thought of playing the villain to Xander’s James Bond was strangely erotic.

"Oh, yeah," Xander replied, picking up the thread and going with it. "You were very dangerous, and you captured me when I was snooping around your opulent mansion." He nodded with a smile, taking a chance to shift her a little closer against him.

“Well serves you right for snooping…” she leaned against him, tracing the contour of her muscles through his shirt as she leaned against him. “And what did I do to you for that very serious indiscretion…?”

"Oh, well. You had me at gunpoint, you see. And you started to make me do all kinds of things. Touch you and...things." Of course, in his dream it hadn't been just them, but he thought it best not to share that particular bit of information just yet.

Cordy let out a laugh and gave him a playful shove. “I had to force you at gunpoint? Only in your dreams Harris…”

"Well, I was a very dutiful agent," he pointed out. "Had to save the free world, and I was also concerned for Dr. Willow's life..." He paused and almost winced, his ears turning red at the unintentionally early mention of Willow.

“Willow?” Cordy shot a cool look at Xander, her once playful tone now cut through the air like a ginsu. “Willow was in this dream? You were dreaming about Willow?”

"No," Xander protested quickly. "I wasn't dreaming about her. She was there, that was all. I mean, she was a double agent. She didn't even qualify for real Bond Girl status. You were definitely the center of our attentions," he promised her.

“Our attentions?! You double teamed me?” Unsatisfied by his attempt to minimize the fact that Xander was having erotic dreams that included Willow, Cordelia withdrew and sat up straight, folding her arms across her chest and returning her attention to the fashion show.

"No! Well...yes. But then, you double-teamed me! And then Willow revealed herself as a double agent, and she chained us down together to power her Orgasmatron and my god I never thought about how this would sound when it came out.”

Lips pursed tightly, Cordelia glared.

"It just was because of what happened, you see? When we all...you know." Xander swallowed, and shifted on the couch to face Cordelia. "Cordy, you were beautiful. I mean...I've never had a dream woman so incredibly stunning. And Willow, in the dream wanted you so, so much, too. I think even more than she wanted me, to be honest." He frowned, eyes almost panicked. His mind was frenzied. That couldn't have been the right thing to say. Could it? Maybe. Could it? Beuller?

“Ewww!” A shudder shot down Cordy’s spine and in the next moment she was on her feet and stepping into her shoes. “You think that Willow being gay for me is bonus? God Xander, you’re demented.”

As she knelt to get the strap of her sandal over her ankle she was suddenly struck by the vivid memory of the way Willow’s eyes had locked on hers as Xander was tonguing her to orgasm – on her command. Cordy wobbled slightly as the euphoric vision washed over her and when she rose to her feet, her face and neck were flush with a dark rosy hue.

When she turned to face him, her eyes flashed dangerously. “Next time you dream about me and Willow you better make sure you have rubber sheets because I’m going to slap you so silly you’re going to wet yourself.”

Turning on a slightly wobbly heel, Cordelia stormed out of the room.

Xander stood up. "No!" He protested loudly, seeing a night alone with Cordelia going down the toilet. She was supposed to be flattered! He followed, but she was already moving up the stairs to her room. "It was all about you!" He repeated. "Like if we were shooting a movie, or a photo shoot, or something. You were the leading lady! Come on!"

Cordy paused on the top step, but didn’t turn around. “Go home Xander…” she said firmly before disappearing around the corner and slamming her bedroom door for added emphasis.

"It was a dream, you know!" He shouted up at her. The loss of her direct presence emboldened him more than it should've, perhaps, but emboldened he was. "You can't blame me for my subconscious! I like you, you know!"

When she heard the front door close signaling that Xander had taken the hint to leave, Cordelia sighed and began undressing and slipped into the sleek red teddy she had bought just for tonight. Tonight might very well have been the night if Xander hadn’t gone and ruined it with his stupid subconscious.

“Pffft,” she blew out a frustrated breath as she flopped back on her bed. Snuggling under her covers, she punched the pillow until it was just the right amount of fluffly. “Leading lady… damn straight I’m the leading lady…” she sighed again and slowly drifted off to sleep.

TBC…

Payback's Bitch (Chapter 2 of ?)

catscorner — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 07:52:18 GMT

Title: Payback’s Bitch (2 of ?)
Authors: (catscorner) and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

Chapter 1

Chapt 2 Summary: After one wild afternoon with his girlfriend and best friend, Xander can’t get the girls to engage in a repeat performance. Only in his dreams…

"Cordy," Xander said. "I think it's best if you understand where I'm coming from with this. It's not that you're not enough for me." He shook his head, looking as sincere as he could. "Absolutely not. You, as we both know, are the most beautiful girl--woman--in school. So, I'm not saying that I want Willow more than you. No, no. I want you both. No, I mean, uh...I would like to...involve Willow. Again. In playing. Not that I'm unsatisfied with what we've done, not in any way, of course." Not that they'd done much other than making out. "But...well, I think that Willow and...you enjoyed what we did. With each other. That one time."

Xander swallowed at the memory, when Cordelia called him her slave, and Willow being tied to the door, and Xander having to...He closed his eyes, shook his head, and refocused again. "Anyway. I'm thinking entirely of your enjoyment, Cordy. What makes you happy, and...I think between the two of us...we could make you very, very happy. Because when you were...doing what you were doing, it was very...nice. Not nice," he muttered to himself. "Stupid, Xander. Tying Willow to a door and having Cordy spank you isn't nice. Hot." He nodded. "What you were doing was very hot." Xander looked at himself in the bathroom mirror again.

He'd been mastering this speech for the better part of a week. The thought of what happened between his girlfriend, his best friend, and himself was never far from his mind. However, once that afternoon had been over, Cordelia and Willow seemed to actively ignore one another. Cordy steadfastly refused to discuss the matter, and so did Willow. Even though whenever he hinted around the edges of it, they both got the strangest looks in their eyes. Xander, for his part, dreamed about it on an almost nightly basis. He didn't want to keep ignoring it, and he didn't want them to keep ignoring it. In fact, he wouldn't terribly mind if they talked about it all the time. He knew that was the teenage hormones talking.

He didn't particularly care. She wore a leather bodice and made him call her mistress, for Chewbacca's sake! The hormones be damned, he didn't think it was so unreasonable to think about.

He took a deep breath, and looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in the nicest t-shirt he had, "Where's the Beef?!" stenciled across the chest. He took another deep breath, ran a hand through his dark hair. Suddenly, someone pounded on the door. "Xander, you've been in there forever! You're going to be late for school!"

"I know what time it is, mom!" He shouted back. "I won't be late! Just gimme a minute, okay?"

"You'll go blind!" His mom called through the door and walked away.

Xander closed his eyes in frustration and leaned his forehead against the mirror. He took another deep breath as he prepared Willow's speech in his mind. "Willow..."

* * *

"...I think, um.." Xander swallowed nervously as he walked alongside Willow across the courtyard, heading towards the math building. "I think, maybe, we should...um...talk about some stuff. And, um..." There weren't so many "ums" in the speech when he'd practiced it this morning.

Holding her books to her chest, Willow slid a sideways glance at Xander. They’d just come from biology and he had that anxious look on his face that she knew so well. “I know. Listen… you don’t have to be ashamed to talk about it. I know exactly what you’re thinking,” she offered a bright, reassuring smile. “Remember? It’s me. Your bestest bud. I’m really surprised it took you this long to ask. I mean, I know sometimes I give you a hard time about stuff like this… but really, have I ever turned you down in your hour of need?”

Xander let out a relieved sigh, and nodded. He decided to alter his tactic. The "you're my best friend" strategy seemed a lot more likely to work than his original tactic of "you have nice boobs I'd like to see again". He punched Willow lightly on the arm. "Hey, thanks, Wils. I knew you'd understand, and I thought you'd be up for it again. I mean, last time you looked like you were having fun. We are on the same wavelength again. Like Starsky and Hutch. Tango and Cash. Han and Chewie. Well...maybe not so much that last one, since I'm hairier I know who you'd say I was." Xander shook his head, getting back on track. "How do you think we could ask Cordy about it?"

Willow laughed at Xander’s goofy antics. “Yeah, I totally had fun! And all this time I was afraid you were just going through the motions because you had to. If I had known how much you enjoyed it, I would have suggested we do it again sooner.” She turned as she walked sideways, bubbling with excitement. “I don’t know about Cordy though. Doesn’t seem like she’d be into it,” she gave an easy shrug. “But she’s your girlfriend – which I’ll totally never understand, by the way – so if you want to include her, I guess we can ask her.”

"Well, I think, I've been practicing this--" Xander stopped walking, his mouth hanging open. "Include her? You mean...you'd do something...just us?" He blinked at her.

“Well yeah. Of course I would,” Willow’s brows furrowed slightly, surprised by his question. “I mean unless you think she’d get jealous or something. Which knowing Cordy, I can totally see how she would. It’s up to you. I definitely don’t want to make waves between you guys and she is way more experienced with this stuff since she’s done it before. I just figured you’d be too embarrassed to ask her, that’s all.”

"I just...didn't know you'd want that. Me. Like that. Again." Xander scratched his head, and started walking alongside with Willow again. "I mean, with us, I hadn't thought you'd want to. And...I mean...I don't know what I mean," he admitted with a chagrined chuckle. This certainly wasn't going quite how he'd intended. "I mean...she did what she did because we kissed each other before. She probably would be mad. Maybe if we both talk to her, we can convince we're not doing anything behind her back, and we want to with her. We can catch her at lunch, maybe, see what she says. Do you want to? With her, too? Again?" The thought that Willow was so open to playing that game again with Cordy was almost as surprising that she'd do something just with him.

As Xander talked, Willow slowly realized that he wasn’t asking her to help him do another extracurricular science project in order to avoid summer school. The moment it hit her, a flush flashed through her, painting her flesh bright red. Sputtering, it took her a moment of opening and closing her mouth like a fish before her voice box engaged. “W-wait. Xander… oh God. Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about? As in… Oh God.” She couldn’t even say it but the look on his face answered her question. “You are. You want to… do that again. With Cordy. Oh God. I thought you meant… science project. No summer school. But-but-but-omigod.”

Xander stared at Willow for a long moment, watching as he face turned the same exact color of her hair. He'd never seen something turn that kind of red all over at the exact same time. If he didn't know better, he'd have said it was magic. And, in that crucial instant, he did what he'd swore to himself he wouldn't do.

Xander Harris froze.

Like an ice-encased Captain America in the headlights. "Uh..." he said, his mind blank of everything he'd meant to say. "You have nice boobs," he said, his brain not working fast enough to put an idea in his mouth before he spoke. "Uh..."

“What?!” Willow’s eyes flew even wider with shock and she jerked her books up to clutch them against her chest. “Xander! I… omigod. No way! Are you crazy?” her eyes darted around to see if anybody was listening and lowered her voice to a hiss as she turned an even darker shade of red. “Did you forget that was a punishment? And wait a minute! You said you thought I looked like I was having fun?!” She buried her face in her books, mortified that he’d called her out on what she thought was her own deepest darkest secret.

Xander's mouth hung open, his eyes wide. This had been going so well just before. Why couldn't this be going that well again? What the hell kind of god of fate did he piss off, anyway? "I...You..." He swallowed hard and suppressed the urge to run far, far away. "Well...didn't you? I...I did. I don't know if I should've said that just now," he muttered to himself, wincing. If Willow said no, he could just imagine Cordy's response.

The police would find his skeleton buried in a shallow grave twenty years from now. He could just see it. He was going to be a future episode of Law & Order! Ripped from the headlines, teenage boy murdered by girlfriend for proposing three-way.

“Xander!” She made the mistake of looking up at him and suddenly she was back in Cordy’s room pinned up against her door. Gripped by the intense memory of Xander’s tongue licking her into oblivion while her eyes were locked on Cordy’s, Willow’s eyes dropped to half lidded and she swayed just a little. “I… no. Yes. I don’t know. We shouldn’t be talking about this. Or thinking about this. We definitelyshould not be thinking about this. Oh god! Have you been thinking about this?!” her eyes went wide again with panic.

The truth was, though she’d never admit it in a million years even in her diary, Willow had fantasized about it every single night since it’d happened. She’d thought about how incredible it had felt to have Xander doing the things he did, but even more embarrassing was the fact that she also thought about what it would have been like to have Cordy doing those things too. But seeing Xander and Cordy being all gropey in the halls again, Willow had convinced herself that they had moved on with their relationship and wouldn’t waste their time reliving the memory like she did.

“You had fun?” she asked raising her eyes again hesitantly. “D-did Cordy say anything… about me?”

"Uh...well, no. Anytime I try to...bring it up to her, she kinda...evades, I guess? I mean, she doesn't really say anything about it. I've tried. You know, being all James Bondage," Xander winced at the slip. "Bondian! Bondian about it. But she doesn't really go for it. I had fun," he admitted. "Lots of fun." He grinned sheepishly, her embarrassment fueling his own at saying it that openly. "I mean...you know." He kicked a nonexistant pebble and wondered how he'd gotten so bad at this kind of thing.

Oh, yeah, he'd never done this kind of thing before, that's how.

Willow’s shoulders slumped with her load of books, visibly disappointed that Cordy hadn’t said anything about her. Of course she wouldn’t. Why would she? She had Xander to do those things to her whenever she wanted. Willow looked down and kicked the nonexistent pebble back at Xander.

“Yeah, I know,” a blush stained her cheeks again at the half admission that she’d enjoyed it too. “But you’re crazy if you think she’d do it again.” Was it bad that a part of her wanted Xander to go ask Cordy and have her kick him to the curb so maybe he’d finally be with her? Yes, that was bad. Bad Willow. “If you ask, you’re totally going to blow it with her,” she advised plaintively. “Again.”

"Yeah," Xander said, crestfallen. He took a deep breath. "I guess if you're not interested, she'd probably consider physical violence. I mean, I saw the way she looked when we were...anyway. I thought for sure she'd go for it. Maybe not. She looked like maybe it'd be something she'd go for. Maybe not. I suck," he muttered. "I had this whole speech worked out and everything. Modeled partly on Bill Pullman's speech in Independence Day. That was a good speech."

Willow laughed. Leave it to Xander to turn an awkward moment into something to smile about. “Save the speech for your fantasies, Xan. Trust me on this one.” Willow felt better giving her friend what she knew was good advice. Cordy would skin him alive if she even knew they were having this conversation.

The bell rang and Willow turned to walk backward as she started for her next class. “But hey, look on the bright side. In your fantasies, you can mix and match…” she left him with a coy grin before turning again and hustling off to English.

Xander's eyes widened at what his friend had just said. Already she was leaving to go to English, and he couldn't help but feel like again there was something that had just happened he should've acted on but didn't. Maybe it was just his general sense of feeling like a moron. Yeah, that had to be it. Xander ran a hand through his hair and sighed as he turned to head to gym. Wonderful gym. The day was getting better and better. "It was a good speech," he muttered to himself.

* * *

Xander crossed his ankles as he lay in bed and watched the end of Goldfinger. Once again, Bond got the girl and saved the world. Pussy Galore, no less! She was a lesbian in the book, Xander had read on the internet. Which meant Bond was so masculine, he converted a lesbian!

And here Xander couldn't even get his girlfriend and best friend together again. Even after they'd gotten together, no less. That was just...downright embarrassing. It was, in fact, a James Bond marathon they'd been playing, and even the Roger Moore Bond left Xander in severe shame of his masculinity.

Roger Moore! Xander sighed miserably, and glanced at his clock. Well past midnight, and he still had school in the morning. He rolled his eyes. "Stupid Roger Moore," he muttered as he flipped off the TV.

Xander rolled over in bed and closed his eyes. He spoke, his voice raising several octaves to sound like a girl's voice. "Oh, no, Xander, we both were really into it the last time, but you're so lame we never want to do it again!" Xander snorted contemptuously. "Bill Pullman can kiss my ass, too," he muttered sleepily. "I got your independence day right here."

He yawned widely and finally settled into bed, deciding not to let Cordy and Willow get to him anymore. He had a hot girlfriend into the kinkier things, which was nice. Even if he couldn't get Willow--and a part of him really wanted her, no matter how much he ignored it--he'd settle for that. He took a deep breath, and finally drifted off to sleep.

He was...Harris. Xander Harris. He had a license to kill, and it was a license he used frequently and with great aplomb. He was on the trail of a missing scientist, kidnapped from the great science conference in Geneva by SMERSH. It was up to him to find her, and save her before her knowledge of biochemistry could be used in the wrong hands.

He was dressed--impeccably, of course--in an expensive black tuxedo, having come to the mansion of the notorious Contessa, one of SMERSH's top interrogators and assassins. Under the cover of being a rich industrialist, he'd managed an invitation to one of the Contessa's extravagant parties, and managed to slip away, into the basement floors where he believed the beautiful scientist was being kept.

Even now, hidden in the shadows of the expansive basement which seemed more like a dungeon the longer he was in it, he looked again at the scientist's picture. Long red hair framed an unassuming and attractive face, a pair of spectacles covering her eyes. She was beautiful in an unconventional way, and he'd been told the picture didn't do her justice. Perhaps, after he found her...

But that would come later. He held the silenced Walther in his hand and slipped the picture inside his jacket pocket, and moved further into the dungeon, eyes peeled for the newest threat.

Determined to free herself before the Countess came back to finish interrogating her, the scientist strained against her bonds. Muffled cries of exhaustion accompanied the effort as she attempted to twist and contort her body in such a way that she could slip free of the bindings. In her current position, her body was turned sideways and her back arched until her long red silky red hair nearly touched her ankles that were still strapped in the stiletto heels she was wearing when the goons abducted her from the conference. A short white lab coat barely covered the cocktail dress that rode up to the top of her thighs as she tested the limits of her flexibility.

Xander paused in the shadows of the dungeon, listening to the muffled and strained grunts of a soft, feminine voice. He held his Walther ready for action as he crept silently through the dungeon, using his years of experience to quietly move towards the sound that echoed off the stone walls. He pulled up short when he saw the scientist, bound and gagged, still in cocktail dress and lab coat, and he found he'd been well-informed: The pictures really didn't do her justice.

He shifted forward so he was in the light, a suave smile on his face as he approached carefully. He paused near her, arching an eyebrow. "Is this some sort of gag?" He deadpanned cooly.

“Mmmfh!” she jerked her head sideways, eyes wide and alert. It wasn’t until she saw the devastatingly handsome man, that she relaxed and returned to a standing position, her arms held over her head, shackled at the wrists. Breast heaving with relief, she tilted her head to try and straighten her cock-eyed glasses to get a better look at the man as he approached.

Approaching slowly, almost casually, Xander looked around the dungeon. "Dr. Willow, I presume?" He cocked his eyebrow, and his deep voice flowed along the stone walls. He couldn't help but smile as he said her full name. "Pussy Willow?" With that, he reached up and pulled the gag out of her mouth, still smiling suavely at the good doctor.

The scientist gave him a sultry smile in response. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, monsieur,” she drawled in a heavy French accent. She shifted her hips, her eyes lingering on his as she invited him to move closer. “And you are…?”

He took her invitation readily, stepping closer to the bound woman. "Harris," he answered, his voice deep and masculine. "Xander Harris. And I'm here to take you away from all this, doctor. I trust you won't mind terribly?" He holstered his gun and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her to him and helping to take some of the weight off her wrists still shackled. The laser in his watch would make quick work of those chains...when he was ready, of course.

Pussy Willow let out a soft moan as the pain biting into her writs suddenly dissipated. “Oh oui…” she said as she reflexively lifted her legs and locked them around his waist to take the remaining pressure off her arms. “Many pardons if I am too forward, Monsieur Harris, but it feels so good. How you say… such relief. My wrists…” she angled her head up to see the angry red marks beneath the iron shackles. “But please,” she squeezed her thighs with a sudden sense of urgency. “You must hurry. Before the Countess comes back.”

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that one," Xander cooed into her ear. "She's rather distracted by her party right now." He held onto her, his arm easily supporting the slight girl's weight. After all, he was a double-o agent, at the peak of physical fitness, and his stamina would know no bounds. "Nevertheless, I imagine there are more comfortable environs for us to...become better acquainted." Still holding her with one arm, he began to raise the watch up to the chains holding her, intending to cut her free.

“Oh oui!” she responded with an enthusiastic lilt in her voice. His hot breath tickled her ear and she was perfectly happy to allow him to be as close as he needed in order to free her. “I should like to properly thank you for my rescue,” she licked her lips, supple with strawberry scented lipstick. “However did you find me?”

"A simple matter of following the trail," Xander replied casually as he began to work on cutting through her shackles. "We knew you were taken from your lab in Paris, and we suspected the Countess herself. She is SMERSH's top interrogator, after all. After that, all it took was the proper cover, and we made our move during one of her many parties." Xander felt her thighs tighten on his waist, and he couldn't help but smile. "If you don't mind my saying so, you certainly are quite the lovely scientist. I trust you aren't too uncomfortable?"

“Cunning and thoughtful… I must say that British Secret Service has trained their agents well,” Willow replied as she looked at him through lush lashes. She shifted her hips, deliberately grinding against him. “Oh my, Monsieur Harris!” she let out a light squeal of delight. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you as happy to see me as I am you.”

Xander chuckled as the laser cut through the shackles finally, and he stood, holding her to him still with her legs locked around his waist. He held her so close, his lips brushed against hers as he spoke breathily. "I'll give you the opportunity to search me and find out. I must say I'm curious to see just how well you live up to your name."

“As am I,” the Countess emerged from the shadows, silver pistol trained on the back of the agent’s head. “And here I thought I would have to find out all by myself…” ruby red lips pulled into a wicked smirk. Raven locks spilled over bare shoulders and back, moving with her body as she stepped forward, hips rocking in a daring black satin mini dress featuring an open back and a plunging neckline that showcased magnificent breasts.

Willow released an audible “eep!” as she tightened her grip on the agent.

Xander straightened and held tight to the doctor. With the way he was holding onto Pussy Willow, there was no way for him to go for his gun. He turned his head slightly, looking back at the beautiful woman that now held them both in her grasp. "Ah, Countess," he said calmly, still every bit the suave secret agent. "I see you've taken a leave from your party. I trust your guests won't miss you? The good doctor and I were just about to share a toast together." He grinned. "Amongst other things."

“I always preferred the more intimate parties,” she tossed back easily as she continued to circle around the pair, carefully assessing the situation and plotting her next move.

When Countess Cordelia moved around to the side, Pussy Willow took the opportunity to slip her hand into the agent’s trousers to retrieve his gun. Wrapping her hand around the handle, she tried to ease it out without drawing attention to her movements, but it wouldn’t budge. And then she felt it pulse and she realized what she was handling.

The agent's eyes widened, brown eyes meeting her green. "Wrong...gun," he gasped out, even as her hand tightened on him. "But you do get an 'A' for effort." He swallowed hard and looked at the Countess, who didn't seem to have missed Willow's little move. "This isn't intimate enough for you?" He asked, trying hard to still sound cool.

“Oh yes… this will do quite nicely,” Cordelia moved closer until she had the barrel of the gun against his cheek and her lips at his ear. “You see… I invited Pussy Willow here to help me out with a little problem. And even though I’ve been a most gracious host, she simply refuses to cooperate.” Her other hand snaked out and grabbed the scientist’s chin roughly, blood red nails digging into porcelain cheeks as she twisted her face sideways look in the direction she gestured with the gun.

“You see, we’ve assembled the equipment according to her top secret design specifications, but she refuses show us how to activate it.” Fiery eyes blazed as she looked at the meek scientist who had thwarted every interrogation technique she’d tried so far. “The little minx neglected to include the key components in the blueprints so the thing is useless.”

Features suddenly softened and the Countess loosened her grip, cupping her neck and stroking her thumb along the curve of Willow’s jaw as she tilted her head up. “But now that I have you here to offer her some incentive… perhaps she’ll be more willing to play. What do you say Pussy…?”

Not knowing what the Countess would do, Willow froze, her hand still gripping Xander’s cock so as not to lose her precarious balance. As Cordelia laid out the scenario for the agent, Willow’s breathing sharpened and she began looking for a means to escape. It seemed a positively futile situation and she trembled when the woman turned a hungry gaze on her.

Xander swallowed hard, his face growing more determined. He turned his head slightly to look at the evil woman who held them in her grip. Well...figuratively speaking, given the fact that Pussy Willow most certainly had a more literal grip on him. "And she'll not say a thing more to you about it, either," Xander said, his voice brave, even though his eyes were light with lust now. Both women were so beautiful, and the hold Dr. Willow had on his cock was most distracting. He set his jaw firmly. "Do your worst, Countess," he said defiantly.

The Countess released a heavy sigh and took a step back. Eyeing the redhead, she shook her head. “First thing’s first… climb down off him so I can relieve him of his weapons.”

Willow shot back a stubborn look, releasing her grip and moving to his weapon in a smooth motion. But before she could draw it, a loud crack and unexpected sting on her ass caused her to lose her grip and she dropped away from the agent, stiletto heels clicking on the stone floor. “Ow!” she scowled, rubbing the tender spot on her backside.

The Countess let out a wicked laugh and raised the bullwhip that had somehow replaced her silver gun. “Strip,” she ordered the agent. “I don’t trust you not to have some hidden weapons in that fancy tuxedo or yours.”

Xander sneered slightly, and repressed the urge to curse at the Countess. Of course he had weapons hidden in the tuxedo, but as soon as they were away from him, he had nothing. Slowly, he began to do as she ordered, but she always stayed far enough away that he couldn't make a move. "You really are quite the predictable sort," he said. "If you wished to see me without my kit on, you merely needed to ask. A woman with your...qualifications certainly wouldn't get much argument." He stripped off his shirt, and that just left him in his trousers, which he began to slowly take off, trying to look for an escape.

Pussy Willow adjusted her glasses and backed up against the wall, eyes flicking back and forth between their captor and the half-naked man who would have been her savior.

Hips rocking seductively, the Countess slowly circled the agent like a lion tamer eyeing a wild beast. Her eyes settled on the pronounced bulge in his trousers and she licked her lips in anticipation of seeing his assets. When his fingers moved to his wristwatch, she cracked the whip, striping his chest with an angry red mark.

“Hold it right there, 007. I know that Q has equipped that watch with a miniature arsenal,” she smirked. “Yes… I’ve done my homework. Now, hands in the air, I’ll take it from here.”

Xander jumped at the crack of the whip, but strangely enough he felt no pain. What he did feel, however, was the strangely complete sense of arousal that had been awoken by the beautiful Pussy Willow, and just increased by the dangerous and stunning Countess Cordelia. With a sigh of resignation, Xander raised his hands in the air even while he shifted his hips, wondering if his erection was as obvious as it felt.

One glance at the flushed face of the lovely Dr. Willow told him it was, indeed. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage. "And just what do you plan on doing with us, Countess?"

Cordelia moved in, pressing her body against his as she reached up and removed the wristwatch and then the ring on his other hand. “Whatever I damn well please…” she answered, her hands running down his well-muscled torso before moving to his backside and squeezing hard until she could feel him grinding his cock into the flat plan of her abdomen. She turned her gaze on Pussy Willow and saw that she was enjoying the show. “Aww… are you feeling left out?”

“Uhm… oui,” the scientist bobbed her head in a nod, her breath coming in short pants.

“Well then,” the Countess answered, “You can come pleasure me while I make sure Agent Harris here isn’t packing anything other than his cock.” When the mousy scientists didn’t budge, she cracked her whip to emphasize her point. “I meant now. Get your sweet little pussy over here!”

Willow gasped as the whip grazed her breast and she rushed forward. “W-what do you want me to do?”

Cordelia smirked and turned a sinful gaze on Xander as she jerked the front of his pants open. “You tell her what to do to me. Think of it as your last meal… all your favorite things before you die.”

Xander swallowed hard and looked at the beautiful scientist and her equally beautiful captor. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and think a way out of this. But it seemed as if all the blood that should be feeding his brain cells was otherwise occupied.

"Touch her," Xander said quietly. "Her body, cup her breasts and...kiss her. Kiss her very passionately." Perhaps if he bided time playing the Countess' game he could work out a way out of this.

Yes, that's all it was.

Of course.

The Countess released a soft snicker. “So tame…and here I thought you might be one to be reckoned with. Keep your hands on your head,” she ordered, her own hand lingering on his cock a moment longer. “And I don’t mean this head…” she smirked before turning to Willow. “You heard him Pussy. Touch me…”

Eyes wide, Willow licked her lips, glancing at Xander for reassurance before she cupped the other woman’s breasts. They were so firm and when she pressed forward, her thumbs skimmed over her nipples, drawing them into peaks through the tight satin fabric of her dress.

“Mmmm… not bad,” Cordelia cooed in a seductive whisper as their lips came together. Both women angled their heads and deepened the kiss, tongues slipping over one another as their mouths opened hungrily. Finally, the Countess jerked back, eyes cloudy with the euphoric haze.

Xander's own eyes were wide and heavy with desire at watching what she was doing. "Willow, take...take her nipples in your mouth. Suck on them, bite them." He grinned wickedly. "I'd rather like to listen to the Countess moan." He'd show her just what he could think of!

Willow did as she was told, slipping the strapless dress down to expose the Countess’ creamy globes. Bending her head down, she licked one supple rose bud before suckling it between her lips and rolling it over her tongue.

Cordelia hissed and dropped her head back, half lidded gaze falling to Xander. She reached out and pulled him close, drawing him into a fiery kiss and when Willow’s teeth scraped over her the peaked nipple, Cordelia moaned into his mouth. One hand tangled in Willow’s hair urging her to continue while the other clutched at Xander’s thick dark curls as she kissed him harder.

Xander kept his hands on his head, but kissed her deeply, with every ounce of skill and fiery passion he possessed. Which was actually quite considerable if he said so himself. His tongue tangled with Cordelia's even as he glanced down to see Willow suckling and nipping on her nipple. When they needed air and Cordelia pulled from Xander's mouth, he said breathlessly, "Take her dress off, and lick your way down to her sweet pussy," He smiled wickedly at Cordelia and kissed her again, nipping at her lush bottom lip.

“Oui, monsieur!” Willow was eager to comply with the direction, marveling at the Countess’ body as she wiggled out of her slinky dress to reveal nothing but a holster at her thigh where her silver pistol was nestled.

Cordelia wanted to feel a man’s arms around her, so while Willow’s tongue traced a wet trail over her curves she made quick work of the remainder of Xander’s clothing until he stood naked before her. Confident that he wouldn’t be able to pull any tricks on her, she slowly dropped down to take his cock into her mouth while she lowered herself over Willow’s eager tongue.

Pussy Willow did indeed live up to her name as her tongue plunged deep inside the Countess’ core and lapped at her sweet juices. Gripping her gyrating hips, the scientist methodically worked her tongue over slick folds, teasing her nub by sucking it in short bursts before returning her attention to her molten core.

With each exquisite sensation, Willow drew another mewl from Cordy even her head bobbed over Xander’s cock, taking his full length in and out of her mouth in a tormenting rhythm. Each time Willow sucked her clit, Cordelia groaned and sucked Xander even harder.

Xander gasped sharply as every groan vibrated through his cock and made him shudder. He kept his hands on top of his head, but he stared down at the two women. Pussy Willow's eyes were hot with desire as she licked and sucked at Cordelia's sex, and the Countess stared up at him with dangerous, feline eyes as her red lips worked along the length of his erection. His body felt oversensitive, and his breathing quickened.

He looked down at the Countess and said to her, "Pull her hair. Pull her into you so she puts her tongue deep inside." He shuddered again, and took the chance to glance at Willow, and then his eyes flitted to the gun holstered on the Countess' thigh.

Willow’s eyes fixed on Xander’s and in that instant, she communicated what she needed. She needed him to distract the Countess enough so she could get that weapon. For her part, she did as the Agent commanded, diving even deeper inside, fucking Cordelia with her tongue.

Cordelia let out a shriek as she felt herself start to convulse as the first waves of orgasm hit her. Releasing Xander’s cock, she levered up and arched her back. Closing her eyes she devoured his mouth when it came over hers in a forceful, demanding kiss.

When she sensed that both the Countess and Secret Agent were too far gone to notice, Pussy Willow slipped out from under Cordelia. In her right hand she held Xander’s gun trained on his temple and in her left she held Cordelia’s trained on hers. A wicked smile curled the edge of her lips as she cocked both weapons simultaneously to get their attention.

Xander paused, his mouth still capturing Cordelia's as his eyes shot open and he glanced at Pussy Willow out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his lips from Cordelia's, feeling utterly needy and aroused, and shuddered as his wet cock was left in the open air. "My dear Pussy," Xander said calmly despite the aching desire he felt and the cold barrel of his own gun pressed against his temple. "When I looked at the Countess' gun, this wasn't quite the solution I had in mind."

TBC…

Fang Fetish Awards!

catscorner — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 07:41:25 GMT

Wow! My first awards! Two Wesley/Willow stories, co-written with virtualpersonal, have won awards over at the Fetish Awards!!!

And banners! *bounces* There are banners! Down & Dirty won two awards...

AND

And Driving Full Throttle won this!

Thanks to those who nominated us, and the same goes for the judges! Congrats to all the other nominees and winners!

Payback's Bitch

catscorner — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 21:15:47 GMT

Title: Payback's Bitch
Authors: Cathie (catscorner) and blndswdsmn
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, the B&D scenario being 'played out' by consenting almost-adults involves elements of non-con
Characters: Not ours - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

Summary: After being betrayed by her boyfriend with his best friend, Cordelia is angry at humiliated, not just with him, but with the mousy redhead that had the nerve to try and take him! To make it up to her, Xander and Willow agree to be her slaves, but neither of them could expect just what punishments Cordelia has in her mind...

Cordelia browsed through the new arrivals rack at Nordstrom’s, fingering a chartreuse print chiffon halter before letting it drop back to hang limply with ten others exactly like it. Unconsciously, her hand slid over her t-shirt where an angry pink wound marred her otherwise perfect abdomen. It had been more than two weeks since she’d been out of the hospital and Daddy had promised to get her the best plastic surgeon to take care of the scar as soon as it was completely healed, but still, Cordelia couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever feel comfortable in a bikini or midriff baring top again.

Brows furrowed and hazel eyes darkened as her private session of retail therapy only served to surface new reasons to hate Xander and Willow for what they’d done to her. Frustrated and without a single shopping bag on her arm, Cordelia stormed out of the mall.

Jaw set firmly, Cordy stalked into the parking structure. The security alarm of her red convertible chirped as she breezed past the Queen C vanity plate and slumped into the bucket seat behind the wheel. Not only had he embarrassed her in front of the entire school, but he’d ruined one of the greatest joys in life. Shopping. And to make matters worse, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Fucker.

In the turmoil of her thoughts, the curse punctuated her rage but did little to ease her frustration. Who was Xander to have this kind of affect on her? He was just a dorky guy that had been chasing her for their entire sophomore year. And Willow! Even dorkier. The fact that they were groping each other right there in the open basement on that dirty table – it just burned her up. They were so into each other they didn’t even notice that she was watching… too stunned to move or breath.

Something dangerous fluttered in the darkest regions of her being as the car engine revved and the vibrations coursed through her body. Clenching her thighs, Cordy gripped the steering wheel and closed her eyes, surrendering to the scene that played over and over in her mind as it had so many times before.

When she was home alone in her bedroom, the brunette teen flung herself onto her bed, her pulse already quickening with anticipation as her fingers slipped under her skirt, maneuvering with ease beneath the damp silk of her panties to find the spot that desperately needed her attention. Arching her back, her breaths grew ragged as she writhed against her touch and when her free hand plucked at her pebbled nipples through her blouse, a soft moan passed her lips.

Xander was barely hanging on for dear life from the gutter outside Cordy's window. Her parents had rebuffed his every attempt to see her, even when he damn well knew she was inside. Rejected all of his calls, sent him away when he could even hear her chatting away on the phone upstairs, her voice echoing in the halls.

Well, he wasn't about to take that lying down! In his mind, this was much more romantic. Much more impressive. He'd scale the gutter like Robin Hood, and shove her window open, take her in his arms and tell her he was sorry. And then they'd make out. There was a lot more sweating involved on the gutter end of things than he'd anticipated, though. And more mud. And he was relatively sure a bird had crapped on him halfway up. That, and once he was halfway up, he was too scared to look back down. And Cordy's window was locked. Of course. He tried to peer inside, and he saw her on her bed doing..."Naw," he whispered to himself.

The gutter shifted and he could just imagine the screws coming loose, and he began tapping insistently on the window, saying quickly, "Lemme in, lemme in!"

Sucking in a startled breath, Cordelia’s hand snapped back and she jerked upright. In a flash, she scrambled off the bed to stare at the window. “Jesus! Xander?!” making sure her skirt and top were in place, she moved to the sill and unlocked the window, lifting it up with a sharp jerk. “What the hell are you doing! Get off my house!”

"I'm not Spider-Man!" He protested loudly. "If I get off your house, I die! I don't wanna die, Cordy. I still haven't seen Blade Runner in a movie theater." When he saw she was still standing there, unmoving, the gutter shifted under him again, and he held tightly to it, his hands in a death grip. "Help me!"

“You are such a moron,” Cordy gave an exasperated sigh as she reached out and hauled him inside as best she could until he spilled onto her floor in a heap. “God Xander! You’re a mess and you’re ruining my carpet and what is that on your shoulder! Gross!” she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Xander took a minute to lay at Cordy's feet and kiss the floor for being something solid and not life-threatening. Then, remembering why he was here, he pushed himself to his feet and stood straight, chest pushed out. "Milady," he said, deepening his voice. When Cordy fixed him with that glare, he instantly deflated. "I was tryin' to be romantic," he protested. "You know. If I could find a rope with a grappling hook, I'd have swung in with a rose clenched between my teeth." He sniffed, and noticed a bad smell coming from his right, and the splotch of white on his shoulder. He cleared his throat and turned that shoulder away from Cordy, and he leaned his elbow against the wall near the window. "So...'sup?"

Cordy folded her arms across her chest and stood hipshot. She would not crack a smile at his antics. She would not let him know how much she missed that goofy smile he had plastered on his face. She would not give an inch. “How about a rope with a noose at the end of it.”

"Aw, come on," he protested. "I'm sorry! How can I tell you I'm sorry when you won't even let me talk to you? Look, it was an accident. Not...y'know, an accident accident, like, her turning light was broken and I didn't see her at the intersection. But...it didn't mean anything, Cordy. It was stupid, and bad, and we both regret it and it'll never happen again. What do I have to do to make it up to you? Fight the Rancor? I'll dive in the Rancor pit. Show me one, and in I'll go."

“What the hell is a rancor pit?” She started then shook her head when she realized he was sucking her in. “Nevermind. I don’t care! You don’t get it… you don’t get another chance with me. You blew it, Xander…” she dropped her hands and shifted her weight which was a huge mistake because she could feel the slick heat between her legs. Unfinished… still wanting. Needing. Dammit!

She drew in a controlled breath and didn’t look at him. “You need to go…”

"Cordy, come on," he said, and stepped closer. He glanced at the mess on his shoulder and his dirty hands and took a deep breath. "So I coulda done this better, I know. Next time, I'll be all 007 with it and fly in with a jetpack and tuxedo." He reached out to touch her arm when he realized how dirty his hand still was and just hovered over her expensive top. He pulled his hand back in. "I really like you. Just...tell me what I can do."

Cordelia looked down at his hand, the venom in her gaze slowly melting away. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, she pursed her lips tightly, desperately trying to hold onto the anger she felt… but those big puppy dog eyes looking all pitiful. “God. You are pathetic.” She held his gaze for a beat before her expression suddenly broke into something entirely different. Entirely sublime.

“You know what you can do? You can be my slave. You can do my every bidding…” her eyes lit as the idea blossomed and she walked around him as if sizing him up for the job. “You can paint my toenails and carry my books and do my homework. Wait, no, you’re an idiot. You can get Willow to do my homework. Yeah. You want a chance to get me back? You both have to make it up to me. Willow has to be my slave too.” She rounded on Xander meeting him nose to nose. “Got it?”

"A slave? I think Mr. Abraham Lincoln might have something to say to that." When Cordy's expression held him in place, Xander let out a deep breath. He could smell her expensive perfume, this close to him, and God, she was beautiful. "All right," he said suddenly. "All right, look. I'll...be your slave. I'll talk to Willow about it. She's so smart, a little extra homework won't make a difference. How long are we your slaves?"

“Until I say so,” her tone and stance brooked no room for argument, but she arched a brow and dared him to try.

Xander met those sharp, demanding eyes for a minute and tried to protest, but he was afraid of having to go back out that window again. "Fine," he said resignedly. "Whatever you want, Cordy." He pursed his lips thoughtfully at her then. "What, uh...what were you doing in here before I knocked on the window?"

“Shut up, slave!” she snapped, hazel eyes snapping wide. She spun quickly and stabbed a finger at the door before he could see the heated flush rise from her neck to her stain her cheeks. “Now get out. You and Willow can come over here after school. I have a Civil War paper she can write and you can give me a pedicure.”

Xander swallowed at the sudden sternness in her voice, and the way she addressed him. He wasn't sure he liked it. But then...he wasn't sure he disliked it either. "Um...yes, ma'am." He paused at the window, and saluted her, then felt instantly stupid for it. He turned to leave. "Um...we gonna go see that movie later, or is that off?" At her glare, Xander held up his hands. "I'll just...talk to Willow , yeah."

Once he was gone, Cordelia flopped back onto the bed, her dark mane of hair fanning out over her pillow. Staring at the ceiling, her lips twisted into a wicked smile.

* * *

Xander headed straight to Willow's house from Cordy's. Well, he stopped off at his place long enough to change the shirt and wash the gunk off his hands. He hoped Cordy's slave duties didn't include cleaning the gutters. He wasn't sure how long ago that had been done.

He knocked on Willow's door until he was sure somebody would kill him if he didn't stop immediately. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to get Willow to agree to this, but he knew it was his only shot. He nervously started knocking again.

At her mother’s call that someone was at the door, Willow bounded down the stairs. “Hey Xan!” she greeted her friend as she pulled the door open. “What’s shakin’?” she added trying to sound casual.

Of course Ira and Sheila Rosenberg had no clue that anything had happened between her and Xander and Willow was pretty sure her mother believed the story about why Oz hadn’t been around. It was true, mostly. He really had gone off to do some out of town gigs with the Dingoes – they didn’t need to know that he’d left town to get away from her and her lying cheating ways. Her mother would psychoanalyze her to death and that was the last thing Willow needed.

"We gotta talk, Wils," he said quickly, sweeping in. He spun on his heels to look at her, and fix her with a smile. "I need you to do a big, big, Godzilla-size favor for me. And I don't mean American Godzilla favor. I mean, great big man in rubber suit stomping mountains flat Godzilla."

“I told you I’m not taking your algebra test for you,” she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But I’ll help you study. I’ll even let you use my test from last year which is probably exactly the same as what you’re going to get… Mr. Pudwell is totally unoriginal when it comes to quadratic--”

"No, no, not that. I've accepted my role as Mr. Pudwell's bitch." Xander paused, and his face screwed up in distaste. "Man, that did not come out right." He shook his head and tried to regain his lost momentum. "I talked to Cordy. She said she'd take me back." He swallowed and smiled. "If we'd be her slaves." He gestured with his hands weakly, holding his smile. "Ta-daaa."

Willow stared, taking a moment to process what Xander had just said because she was sure she didn’t hear him right. “What? Are you kidding me? Who does that?” She shook her head. “Cordelia Chase. That’s who,” she answered her own rhetorical question. “You’re not seriously going to do it. And what do you men WE?!” she belatedly asked as her eyebrows shot into her hairline.

"She said both of us," Xander replied. "Look, it's not gonna be any big deal. I mean, she can't resist me. You just do a little extra homework, I just demean myself a little more than usual--and who thought that was possible--and we're in the clear." Xander shrugged, hopeful eyes on Willow . "I like her, Wil. I wanna try and get things right again."

Willow couldn’t believe she was even considering it, but she never had been able to resist Xander either – which is, of course, what got them into this mess in the first place. And if Cordy actually were to take him back, maybe when Oz got back he would see that it’s possible to forgive and forget and he would take her back too.

“Just a little extra homework?” she chewed her bottom lip. “For how long?”

"Well, you know, there's just this timeline thing," he replied lamely. "Not long, really. She said tomorrow you...we could work on her Civil War paper. And I could give her a pedicure, so tomorrow there'll be that. Not bad at all, really. I mean, I'm her boyfriend, she'll be hardest on me, she probably just wanted the help on the paper. Didn't want to ask you directly and let you know how much smarter you were, and all, that's all it is, I'm sure." He idly wondered if she could physically see him squirming.

“You’re squirming,” she folded her arms across her chest and eyed him suspiciously.

"With...positive thought," he replied firmly and forced himself to meet her eyes. He smiled again. "Please?"

Willow released an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes. “Oh all right. I can’t believe you let her treat you like this!” She shook her head. “I totally do not understand what you get out of that relationship…” she paused and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you guys ever… uhm… you know…” she made an awkward jerky movement with her hips, blushing at her lame attempt to pantomime sex.

Xander's mouth dropped open at the display, and it took him a second to recover. "Wait, wait. Do that again. Where's a camera, Buffy's gotta see that." At Willow 's look, he held up his hands. "No! We didn't. Not that I don't...wanna, I mean...she's Cordy. She's the hottest girl on two legs on the West Coast next to Lynda Carter."

Willow’s brows drew together in a pained expression and her gaze dropped to her feet. Of course she knew Cordy was way hotter than her. Pretty much every girl in the school was way hotter than her. But to hear Xander just come right out and say it like that stung.

“Right. Okay…” the redhead gave a dull nod. “I guess this whole slave thing will help get you in her pants. Mission accomplished. Yay for you.”

"Hey," Xander said, suddenly feeling like a complete tool. "I mean...if things are cool with Cordy when Oz gets back, then maybe he'll figure out it wasn't such a big deal." He lightly pinched her arm. "Then yay for us. We will be officially made of win, right?"

With effort, Willow swallowed around the hard lump in her throat and managed to look up with something of a smile. “Right. Exactly. Yay for us!” She totally loved Oz and wanted him to be her first. Not Xander. Definitely not Xander. She was so over him. Her lip quivered uncertainly, but she took a breath to cover it.

“Okay. Well. Big day tomorrow. See you at school.” Willow gave a little wave before she fled up the stairs to her room.

Xander rubbed the back of his neck as he watched Willow run up the stairs to his room and got the distinct feeling he'd just screwed something up. "Yep. Officially made of win, you ridiculous goober," he muttered to himself as he went for the door to let himself out.

* * *

His tacit hope and promise that they'd just be slaves for a day proved to be entirely without merit. Willow had scribed a Civil War paper while he did a pedicure, and he didn't have a clue how to do one. Which Cordy reminded him of.

Again and again.

He finally got it right somewhere around the fifth time, and she let him leave. During school, he'd run and get her a snack, bring her a cappuccino first thing in the morning. And Willow dutifully did homework and papers after school. Even so, Xander couldn't help but think this was getting to be worthwhile. Cordy held his hand at lunch one day, and another day in the library while they were researching on some demon that Buffy inevitably decapitated, she even sat next to him. Everything was going according to plan.

He just needed to figure out what, exactly, that plan was.

Like any other day after school, he headed straight to Cordy's with Willow , prepared to conduct another afternoon of servitude. He'd get drinks and food, Willow would work. Cordy would sigh contentedly and talk on the phone, as usual. But he could tell, from the way she was looking at him again, that he'd almost worked his way out of the pit.

As each day went by, Cordelia watched Xander and Willow interact with increasing contempt. It killed her how comfortable they were with each other. They didn’t even realize they finished each other’s sentences and sometimes they didn’t have to say anything at all and they could just shoot these cute looks at each other to communicate. It was infuriating!

And to make matters worse, there was obviously this sexual tension that still existed between the two of them. Cordy knew the score. They both wanted what they couldn’t have. But the most popular girl at Sunnydale High wasn’t about to set herself up to be humiliated again. So she hatched a sure fire plan that would ensure Xander and Willow wouldn’t be tempted to touch each other behind her back ever again.

When she heard them coming up the walk, Cordelia checked herself in the mirror one last time. Bright red lips curled into a wicked smile. Perfect. Her parents were out of town for the weekend so she left a note on the door telling her slaves to come up to her room.

Xander pulled the note taped on the door, and found it addressed to "Slaves" in Cordy's neat handwriting. He rolled his eyes and read. "She's upstairs," he said, and pushed the door open.

The pair climbed the stairs up to Cordy's room, and he knocked. When he heard the reply, he turned the knob and the door swung open. "So, what can we do for you todaaaayyyy--" the sentence died off in his throat as it closed on him.

Cordy stood in the middle of the room, dressed all in black, her torso barely covered by a tight leather bodice that laced up the front, leaving little to the imagination. Black silk panties barely covered her bottom, and a pair of fishnet stockings sheathed her perfect, tanned legs and were attached to a black garter belt. Wicked-looking pointy-toed black stilettos covered her feet, polished to a high sheen, and she held a crop in her hand, swishing it idly. Her long, dark hair was wild and untamed, and her make-up darker than normal, but still perfectly applied, her red lips twisting in a wicked grin. Xander had never been so scared and simultaneously aroused in his life.

Well, at least not when the threat of death wasn't present like it usually was in Sunnydale.

Stumbling into Xander’s back when he stopped unexpectedly in the doorway, Willow peered around his larger frame. When Cordy came into view, her mouth dropped open and she stared, eyes practically bugging out of her head. “Wow… Uhm… is it Halloween or something?”

“Shut up, Slave,” Cordy cracked the crop in her palm for emphasis. “You will both address me as Mistress Cordelia. You will do exactly what I say and you will only speak when spoken to. Now get in here and shut the door.”

"Uh..." Xander moved into the room, Willow right behind him. He shut the door behind them, and looked at Cordelia. "Um...'Mistress' Cordelia, you wouldn't happen to have been...possessed by anything, lately? A demon or spirit or one too many viewing of Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS?" His eyes roved over her body of their own volition again, and his mouth was suddenly dry.

Seeing the look of pure lust in Xander’s eyes sent a thrill through Cordelia and she forgot that he wasn’t supposed to talk unless she told him to. “Let me explain …” the brunette sauntered past them, hips rocking with each slow step. She knew she looked totally hot, so it was easy to fall into the role of seductress.

Mouth agape, Willow stared at Cordelia as she passed in front of them. She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. The outfit clung to all her curves and there was cleavage. Lots of cleavage. She hadn’t ever really seen anything like this up close in real life before. Cordy looked just like something right out of an erotic magazine – not that Willow looked at porn. Well, maybe she’d peeked at the magazines Xander hid under his bed once or twice… just out of curiosity.

“You humiliated me,” Cordy continued. “Both of you…” she shifted her gaze to Willow and was a little disarmed to see the redhead staring at her with that same glazed over lusty look in her eye that Xander was sporting. “So to make all this right again, you need to be humiliated in return. You get me?”

"I..." Xander closed his mouth and shook his head. He took a deep breath trying to contain himself, and remembered a lesson he'd learned in eighth grade when this problem happened and you didn't want the class to notice. He put his hands in his pockets and shifted, hoping neither of the girls would see the situation arising there. "Listen, Cordy, I think we're both really, really sorry. I mean..." he glanced at Willow , and cocked an eyebrow at the way she was staring at Cordy, too. "What are you gonna have us do?"

“Anything I tell you to do,” she answered simply. “And if you want me to be comfortable with the two of you being friends, you’ll do it.”

Willow let out an audible “eeep!”

“You have a problem with that?” Cordelia shot an accusatory look at the skittish redhead. “You didn’t have a problem with him putting his hands all over you before.”

“B-but… Cordy!” Willow protested. “You’re… you’re just trying to scare us, right? Okay. So… you got me,” she let out an anxious laugh. “Scared here! Not to mention freaked out.”

“I’m not trying to scare you,” Cordy answered, closing the distance on Willow until she was right in her face. “I’m trying to get over the fact that you screwed around with Xander. If you don’t want to help with that, you can just get out. Now.”

Willow shrunk away, backing against the closed door. “No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I mean yes. I want you to get over that. It’s not going to happen again. I swear!”

Cordy gave a satisfied nod. “Damn straight… after I’m done with you, it won’t.”

Two quick steps and she was as close as she could get to Xander without touching him. “Take your hands out of your pockets, Slave.”

Xander did as she told him to do right away without thinking. The tone of her voice brooked no argument. Once he did, he became painfully aware of just how tight his jeans felt at that moment and what he was showing. He turned red and looked up at the ceiling. "Think of baseball," he said quietly to himself, trying to get rid of the erection. "Think of baseball, think of baseball."

Cordy smirked and her eyes fell brazenly to the bulge in his jeans. Let the humiliation begin! Spinning on her toe, she made a show of her slow walk over to the dresser where she had various items laid out. She picked up four silk scarves and turned back to Xander, placing them carefully in his hand.

“Tie her up,” she jerked her head toward Willow who stood against the door where she’d already secured anchors for her hands and feet.

“What?!” Willow ’s eyes went wide as she followed Cordy’s gaze to see the brass hook things in the door – two up high and two down by her feet. Shifting her gaze to Xander, she shook her head. “Xander… no… this is… it’s just--”

“Call him Master,” Cordy ordered. “And do it or the deal’s off.”

Willow looked back to Cordy and all coherent thought flew out of her brain as her eyes automatically fixed on bulging breasts that looked like they might just pop right out of the tight leather that held them in place. If she just bent over... “Okay,” she said, not even sure she’d said it out loud or if it was just in her head. She looked at Xander and swallowed hard. God he looked so hot standing there breaking out in a sweat with his muscles all flexing, “…Master.”

Xander swallowed at that, his eyes wide as saucers. He looked at Cordelia, in her outfit, stern and imperious. And then Willow, looking quiet and innocent and cute as always. He cleared his throat, and let out a slow, deep breath. He looked at Cordy again, and when she gestured at Willow with the crop he started forward. His eyes moved along the hooks, and he was chewing on his bottom lip. "Okay," he said, his voice a nervous croak. "Um..." He took her left hand in his and gently raised it up the corresponding hook, and began to tie her wrist to it with the scarf.

Willow didn’t resist and was struck by how her whole body was suddenly on fire with nervous anticipation. As Xander worked the tie, his face was close to hers and she whispered, “It’s okay, Xan. Just play along. We’re almost there… Mission accomplished… yay for us!”

"Yaaaay," he replied weakly, his hands shaking. He thought he'd never get the tie done, and then he moved on to the other. Before long, he had Willow spread out on the door according to Cordy's design, and his hands were still shaking as he looked at her, bound there. His eyes moved from Cordy's sexy body, back to Willow 's, and any thoughts of baseball flew swiftly from his skull.

This...was awesome.

Cordelia made a show of surveying Xander’s handy work, smacking the riding crop in her palm as she looked over the knots to make sure Willow was secure. “Take off your shirt,” she ordered impulsively as she moved back over to her dresser and picked up a stiff feather. “And then open hers…”

Willow’s eyes went wide as she looked down at what she was wearing. An orange fuzzy cropped sweater with big buttons all up the front and a plaid skirt with high top Converse sneakers. But was she wearing matching bra and underwear? Was she wearing granny panties? She swallowed. She couldn’t remember. Oh God. She couldn’t even believe she was thinking about being in her underwear in front of Xander! Well, that wasn’t true. She’d actually been thinking about that since she was about twelve, but she never ever thought she’d be in the position to actually do it!

Xander took a long, deep breath again, embarrassed at the notion of being shirtless in front of both girls. Again, Cordy’s tone left little room for argument and he stripped off his t-shirt. He glanced at Willow, and then back at Cordy, hesitating. "Um...Yes, Mistress," he said, using the title she'd decided she wanted. He went over to Willow , and looked in her eyes as his fingers found her top button. He whispered to her, "You okay?"

Willow chewed her bottom lip but she nodded. “Yes Master…” she lowered her voice and whispered, “I have butterflies! And if you ever tell anyone about this I’ll die.”

“No whispering!” Cordy gave Xander a sharp whack across his back with the crop. God but he had a nice back. All broad and with the rippling muscles. She smiled. It was all hers… “Hurry it up.”

Xander jumped at the stinging crop. "Ow!" He rolled his shoulders, and was surprised to discover the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. He looked at Willow and grinned, then winked at her so she knew she could trust him. His shaky fingers started working at her buttons again, until the redhead's sweater was loosed and opened and...there she was.

A simple bra cupped her modest but cute bosom, her skin white as porcelain, dusted with freckles. He'd had no idea she was that beautiful under...well, under her clothes. His eyes soaked in her every curve, and trailed up to her face, and his tongue brushed against his lips nervously.

Eyes wide, Willow trembled and sucked in a sharp breath as cool air hit her exposed abdomen. Nipples instantly pebbled beneath the thin cotton stretched taut over her heaving breasts as her breath quickened and her pulse kicked up several notches.

Moving up behind Xander, Cordelia’s hands slid over his shoulders, tracing the contours of his biceps as she peered around him to have a look at the timid little bookworm. “What’s the matter Willow? Not so bold now, are you?” Cordy’s teasing tone abruptly shifted to one of demand as she shoved Xander forward. “Touch her. Make her beg for it, Slave.”

Xander stumbled forward, his breath hitching in his throat. He had no idea Willow was so...girly underneath her clothes! He scratched at his chin and closed his eyes for a second to calm himself. "Um, yeah...Beg for it...slave?" He said to Willow. Without waiting for it, he nervously reached out with one hand and touched her. First her stomach, the safest part of her.

Willow's pale skin was warm to the touch, and he laid his palm on her. "Like this, Cordy?" He winced and said quickly. "Mistress! Like this, Mistress?" His hand continued moving up as if it had a mind of his own, and suddenly he was touching her left breast, feeling the soft globe of her through the bra. Something hard poked his palm, and he realized it was her nipple! With a squeak, Xander's eyes opened wide as he stared at his hand locked on her breast. He couldn't move. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to at this point.

Like a deer in the headlights, Willow’s eyes locked on Xander’s and she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Not one millimeter. She couldn’t even breathe because if she took a breath, her chest would move and would press against his hand and oh god! Xander’s hand was on her boob!

Swallowing, Willow’s gaze shifted to Cordy. Big mistake. The brunette was staring at her too with this predatory look in her eyes that sent a jolt of arousal right to her groin. Hey! That wasn’t supposed to happen. She gulped. “Cordy. Omigod, please promise you won’t tell anybody. Especially Buffy. Please!”

“Mistress! Call me mistress!” Cordelia corrected with a snap of her crop against the door next to Willow’s face.

Willow flinched and her mouth dropped open. “Mistress! Mistress Cordelia! Please don’t tell Buffy!” she begged.

“As if,” Cordy let out a light snort. “You think I’d tell anybody I let the two of you in my room? Now… as for you…” she spun so her back was against the wall next to Willow. She looked Xander up and down, letting her eyes linger on the bulge that was straining against his jeans. “I said, make her beg for it. Take her bra off.” Her eyes narrowed on him. She’d only ever let him get under her shirt a few times and only in the dark. She was curious to see how he’d deal with this and she was finding she loved being in control of them both.

Xander's eyes whipped back to Cordy, wide as saucers. With superhuman effort, he pulled his hand away from Willow, and looked at his friend. Her face was flushed, and she licked her lips, and he felt a jolt run through him. He looked from Willow's face to Cordy's, so close together. "O--okay." He swallowed hard, and trembling fingers went to her bra. He slipped his arms behind Willow, and felt for a clasp. He found nothing, and frowned. He felt around behind her some more, until her breasts were pressing against his chest. He glanced down and noticed it had a clasp in front. "Ah," he said, and turned red. With trembling fingers, he went to the clasp.

Cordy watching his every move wasn't helping his nerves any, and Willow 's breath was coming in shallow bursts. God, he hoped she wasn't going to hate him for this afterwards. He finally fumbled the clasp loose, and opened her bra, revealing Willow 's breasts, pale and soft. Twin rosy pink nipples stood at attention, and Xander was struck by how beautiful she was. "Wow," he said breathlessly.

Seeing the look on Xander’s face sent a shock of adrenaline coursing through Cordy’s veins, stirring something dark and dangerous deep in her belly. She’d done that to him. Didn’t matter that he was oogling Willow because she knew her breasts were much better and when he finally did get the privilege of seeing hers, he’d know it too.

“Wow?” Willow broke out in a nervous smile, her entire body humming with a strange mix of fear and desire. “Really? Wow?”

“Xander! Make her call you master!” Cordy snapped the crop across his bicep to remind him of his role.

“Sorry! Sorry… Master!” Willow squeaked, her cheeks flush with the sudden heat that had enveloped her.

Cordy rolled her eyes and moved behind Xander. “On your knees, Slave. Touch them. Pinch them. Do all those things that you wanted to do when you were betraying me. All those things you knew you shouldn’t,” she ground out in a husky purr. Where did that come from? Full lips twisted into a wicked smile. “Use your tongue on her. Use your teeth.” She gave him another thwack across his back for good measure.

"Ow! Jeez." He licked his lips again and looked Willow over, and swallowed. When Cordy couldn't see him, he grinned reassuringly at Willow. He sunk down to his knees as Cordy told him, and found he was just a bit too far away. Feeling like a moron, he shuffled a little closer, his head just high enough to get at her breasts. He put his hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Um...you better beg for your master, slave," he said, hoping it sounded stern enough to placate Cordy.

Gingerly, he leaned into Willow, smelling her skin. It smelled clean, like soap, and cinnamon. He kissed her between her breasts first, and then, he began to slip out his tongue tentatively. He licked first her left breast, exploring her pensively with his tongue, just waiting for her to yell at him to stop.

As much as she’d tried to mentally ready herself, nothing could prepare her for the sensation of Xander’s tongue flicking over her nipple. “Oh God!” Willow gasped and jerked against her bonds, her entire body seized with tension. “Master God. Xander. Master Xander!” she babbled helplessly.

Looking down at his big giant hazel eyes didn’t help one bit, so she jerked her head up and was met with another, very different set of hazel eyes. Her gaze fixed on Cordy’s, Willow sucked in a breath and her chest swelled against Xander’s lips.

“Beg for it.” Cordy’s demand came in a throaty growl as her hands smoothed over Xander’s muscular shoulders, urging him to continue.

Willow swallowed and she couldn’t drag her eyes away from Cordy even if she’d wanted to – which, strangely, she didn’t. Mortified, she did as she was told. “Please… Master,” her voice trembled. “More…”

The way she called him Master sent a wave of heat through him, and he remembered more of Cordy's instructions. His hand finally moved away from her hip and went up to her right breast while he licked her. He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinched her, lightly at first. Cordy's hands stroked his shoulders, and just made him more aroused. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, and then suckled Willow's nipple in his mouth while he pinched and teased her other. Tentatively, with her nipple in his mouth, he moved his teeth against the taut flesh of her nipple.

Intoxicated by Cordy watching her, Willow’s eyes dropped to half lidded as Xander did things to her body nobody had ever done before. Not even Oz! She felt so exposed. So vulnerable. So sensual. So… hot. A deep flush crept over her body as she squirmed and bit her lip. “Cordy…” she released a throaty whisper. “Enough. Oh Gods. And Goddesses. And Masters. Master!” Willow ’s muttering sharpened when Xander gave her a pinch.

Shaking her head and struggling against the bindings, Willow’s body betrayed her. With her thighs forcibly spread, each puff of air that swept beneath her skirt reminded her of the hot wetness between her legs. When teeth scraped across her gooseflesh, she let out a tormented shriek and jerked again as adrenaline surged through her body like an electric current.

Cordy smirked as she watched Willow struggle. Embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. Everything she’d felt when they’d betrayed her. It was perfect. But there was something about the way the redhead kept looking at her that was disarming and a little erotic. Why was she looking at her like that? “The skirt, Slave. Take it off.”

Half-lidded eyes popped wide and Willow looked down at Xander. She wanted to tell him no, but to her horror her hips pressed into his body to urge him on. Her head spun with heady arousal and she licked her lips wantonly. “Please… Master!”

Crouching down behind Xander, Cordy’s thighs parted around his back, fishnets scraping his flesh. Crushing herself against his back, she dipped her head against his and red lips flicked across his ear. “Do it, slave.”

Xander shivered at her lips brushing his ear. Okay, this was certainly different, and certainly good. He reached up with shaky hands and undid the skirt. With trembling fingers, he fumbled with the button and the zipper until the skirt came loose and fell down around her ankles, and she wore a pair of simple pink cotton panties.

Xander frowned and cocked his head at the small damp spot on the front of her panties. Suddenly, he grinned and looked up at Willow, eyes shining. She was as hot about this as he was! He reached a hand back and touched Cordy's leg as he looked at Willow, bound and almost naked in front of them.

Utterly mortified beyond her wildest mortified dreams – and there had been plenty of those in her almost seventeen years – Willow threw her head back against the door and stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t look down at them. She just couldn’t! But then she did. And there they were. Two sets of hazel eyes looking at her. Bare chest and black leather and her practically naked! This wasn’t happening. It just wasn’t! Could they tell she was a squishy and wet between her legs? As if in answer to her question, Xander’s eyes locked on her panties and he smiled. He smiled! Shrinking away from his gaze, she tried to close her legs and twist sideways but the bindings wouldn’t allow her that much movement.

Cordy let out a laugh as Willow squirmed, her sweater and bra hung open revealing the pale expanse of her chest and perky little breasts. The brunette’s eye traveled over her critically. Even with her scar, she knew she had a much better body. There was no comparison, really. She was tan and curvy where Willow was pasty white with hips that were bony and almost boyish. She’d let Xander practice on the frumpy station wagon so he’d be ready to drive the Ferrari when she said so. Yes, this was working out nicely.

Standing up slowly, Cordy moved back to Willow’s side, leaning in close and pushing her straight red hair off her shoulder. “Oh… don’t look so nervous, Will. Isn’t this what you wanted. Xander pawing you. Turning you on. Making you hot. After this, you’ll never have to wonder what it’ll be like. Nothing like reality to crush the fantasy, right?” She flashed a wicked sneer as she turned to lean casually against the wall. Lifting her foot, she stabbed Xander’s shoulder with her stiletto heel.

“What are you waiting for? Touch her, slave,” Cordy let the crop trail up her inner thigh to draw Xander’s attention where she wanted it. On her. “Touch her like you want to touch me, but can’t.”

He looked up at Cordy, and his eyes traveled over the expanse of her gorgeous body, then it did the same for Willow's. She wasn't as curvy, or as utterly smolderingly sexy as Cordy, but there was something about her that held his attention as well. He suddenly knew he didn't know what to do with his hands. He reached out and put his hands on Willow's legs, and trailed them up, hesitating for a second at her thighs before he swallowed and continued. His hands paused again at her upper thighs, and then moved on just a bit more, and then his thumb brushed against the damp spot on the front of her panties. He saw her jump, and he was compelled to do it again, this time with both thumbs, exploring and watching wide-eyed for her every reaction, his heartbeat pounding his chest like a drum.

Breath quickening with each touch, Willow’s muscles tensed and she strained against the bonds, but she didn’t know anymore if it was to get away or get more. When she shifted an anxious gaze to Cordy, she whimpered softly as the beat of arousal pulsed relentlessly deep in her core. As Xander continued his experimental touches, she imagined Cordy’s fingers moving her panties aside, dragging a painted nail across her aching nub. “Oh God! Cordy!”

“Mistress.” Cordy’s eyes snapped from her appraisal of Xander to Willow and she was startled to see the look of need in the other girl’s eyes.

“Mistress… please…” Willow squeaked almost unintelligibly.

Cordy cocked her head and licked her lips. Curious, she stepped forward and watched as Willow’s eyes tracked over her body. It gave her a strange thrill to know she was affecting both of them. “What? Don’t talk to me. Tell your Master what you want!”

Willow looked back to Xander, green eyes dark with the heady arousal. “Master… please.” She pursed her lips, cheeks flaming with the conflicting feelings that were clawing at her. She wanted to feel his tongue stroking her, but she couldn’t say it out loud. Couldn’t possibly say that out loud. She was a good girl. But if she was a good girl, why did she want to feel Cordy’s nipples under her fingertips. What was wrong with her! That wasn’t right. “Please…” her voice trembled as she begged for more.

“Are you going to let her get away with that, slave? Make her do what you want.” Cordelia’s eyes lit on Xander. The idea of him taking control was intoxicating.

Xander looked at Cordy's eyes, at the stern gaze she held on him, and it sent another shiver through him. He turned back towards Willow and looked down, shutting his eyes. After a minute of thinking along the lines of a badass like Snake Plissken or Clint Eastwood, Xander turned his face up to Willow. "If you want something, slave, you're going to ask me for it." His fingers continued their rubbing, and despite his harsher tone, he swallowed with nervousness.

Willow let out a groan of frustration, her head hitting the back of the door. “I can’t…” her hips rocked forward, desperately trying to increase the pressure of his touching.

Xander looked back at Cordy, and saw her arch her eyebrow, and felt immediately embarrassed. He looked back up at Willow, his eyes slightly pleading. "Beg, slave," he said more sternly than he felt. His fingers started rubbing her just a little more insistently. "Tell me what you want." He was hoping she'd take the hint. He honestly had no idea what the hell he was doing.

Willow’s eyes went wide and she shot Xander an incredulous look. She couldn’t believe he was trying to make her say it out loud!

“Oh for God’s sake. The slave wants you to lick her pussy, don’t you!?” Cordy interjected harshly. With her own mounting arousal, she found she was growing impatient.

“Cordy!” Willow squeaked. The redhead couldn’t believe she’d used that word, but what she couldn’t believe even more than that, was how the scorching words from Cordy’s lips sent a firestorm searing through her.

“Well? That’s what you want isn’t it…?” Cordelia fixed Willow with a stern gaze. “He’s never done it before… he needs the practice.”

Throbbing with need, it was like Willow’s brain short circuited and she nodded wordlessly, her eyes still locked on Cordy.

Without taking her eyes off Willow, Cordy moved back around behind her slave who was still kneeling in front of his slave. Pressing herself hard against him, she slowly slid down, her fishnet stockings sliding against his bare waist as she ground her own heated core against him. Emboldened by Willow’s reaction to her course language, Cordy settled into a comfortable position, stilettos on either side of his knees, she stroked his biceps and reached around to fondle his nipples. Leaning into his ear she whispered her orders. “Rip her panties off, slave. Lick her until she comes. Do it… now…”

He could feel her press against him from behind, and another surge ran through him, so complete he was afraid he'd lose it right there. A flush ran through his face and chest, and he shuddered as she played with his nipples. "Oh, god," he muttered softly.
The look of helpless desire in Willow's eyes and the feel of Cordelia grinding against him was all he needed. He took a deep breath, and wanted them both any way he could have them. He wanted Willow writhing and calling him Master while Cordy watched. And then he wanted to do the same to Cordy while Willow watched. He wanted all of it, and he wasn't sure how to make it happen. But he could start to try.

Taking Cordy's words literally, Xander reached up with both hands and grabbed Willow's panties. He ripped and jerked until the cotton was torn loose and she was bared before him. A small patch of red curls lay before him, her lips flushed and swollen, and his mouth dropped open again. He turned his head up to look at Willow, eyes gleaming with lust and surprise.

Not wanting to lose the feel of Cordy on his body, Xander put his hands against the door on either side of Willow's hips and leaned forward. He reached his tongue out delicately and slid it along her lips, softly at first, not sure how she'd taste. When he pulled back, he found it wasn't at all unpleasant. He smiled again and leaned forward, this time with more eagerness as he pressed his mouth over her, now rubbing back against Cordy behind him, wondering what effect he could have on her at the same time.

Gasping as the cool air hit her molten core, Willow felt completely exposed and totally vulnerable. Before she had time to die of embarrassment, she let out a sharp shriek as Xander’s tongue invaded her. “OhGodOhGodOhGod,” she uttered with increasing fervor as he lapped her liquid heat.

Cordelia wrapped her arms around Xander’s chest as she ground against him, stroking herself against the curve of backside as he leaned forward and worked Willow into a frenzy. Slowly her eyes traveled up Willow’s bucking form to meet her eyes.

The moment her eyes locked on Cordy’s, Willow shattered into a million pieces, her entire body shuddering and jerking wildly out of control. The wave of euphoria hit her like a tsunami, sweeping her into oblivion where she was sure she’d never find her way back -- except there was Cordy, grounding her in place even as the after shocks coursed through her causing her body to twist and jerk against the bindings.

Xander stayed with her, too frightened to move as her waves of orgasm swept through her. He broke away as she slowly began to sag, and he stared up at her. He licked his lips, shocked at what he'd just done. "Wow," he repeated breathlessly again. He still tasted her on his mouth, and he leaned back against Cordelia. "Did she just...uh...you know? Mistress? Because if so...that was pretty cool!"

“I think so…” Cordelia nodded, not entirely sure exactly what had happened there herself. The look in Willow’s eyes… the way she’d held her gaze even while she was moaning and jerking against Xander… it was all a little weird. Not to mention incredibly hot. Way hotter than she’d thought this would be when she started out to teach them a lesson in humility.

As Willow panted and worked to catch her breath, Cordy slowly relaxed her grip on Xander and stood, drawing him up to stand with her. Turning toward him, she thought he’d never looked sexier in her life. Impulsively, the brunette dropped the riding crop and wrapped her arms around his neck to take him in a passionate kiss.

Xander's sound of surprise was muffled by Cordy's sudden and passionate kiss. He flapped his arms for a second before he remembered he was Master, and put his arms around Cordelia, kissing her back with all he had. Even his tongue, which he felt must be extra-impressive at this point, came into play with their kiss in a way it hadn't before. He wondered if they could do this more often...

With her clothes hanging half off and her panties torn and flung carelessly across the room, Willow flushed with embarrassment. “Uhm… guys…” she cleared her throat trying to get their attention. “Hey… uh… little help here?”

My Mom

catscorner — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 00:58:57 GMT

"I don't know where I'm going next... but I hope it's interesting and I hope there will be sailing."

~ My Mom

October 12, 2007

Happy New Year!

catscorner — Mon, 01 Jan 2007 05:13:24 GMT

fireworks text

I just realized I haven't updated in over a year! Well... as part of my new year's resolution to not be so lazy, I'll actually do an update. Tomorrow. See how I didn't resolve not to procrastinate? Hey... at least I'm realistic :-)

CHEERS!

Happy Birthday _normal_girl_

catscorner — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 08:13:06 GMT

_normal_girl_ is holding a birthday party for her own birthday, and asked for drabbles over at birthday100

Author: catscorner
Characters: Giles
Prompt: Hello Kitty Journal

...in conclusion, it is my recommendation that the new Council Headquarters be located in Los Angeles, California. I plan to extend my stay indefinitely as I scout out an appropriate facility that may be retrofitted to suit our needs.

In a smooth motion, Giles set down his pen, closed the leather bound Watcher's Journal and removed his glasses. Glancing over at the hotel alarm clock, he rubbed his eyes warily. It was already well past midnight and he'd had a full day making contacts and researching the demonic landscape of City of Angels, home to the newest Hellmouth.

As tired as he was, his mind drifted to thoughts of the single most delightful person he'd met since his return to America. Winifred Burkle. How could he not be enchanted by a woman who could simultaneously discuss her theory of pan-dimensional subspace in relation to the mystical convergence zone of the Hellmouth, while pointing out kitschy tourist attractions with unyielding enthusiasm?

Smiling, Giles reached forward and picked up the gift Fred had given him earlier that night. It was a small book with the slick vinyl cover that had a strap snapped to the front to keep it secure. He popped the snap and opened the front cover and his smile broadened. In his mind, he could hear her soft Texas accent as his fingers drifted across the handwritten inscription.

If you can't trust Hello Kitty to keep your watcher secrets, who can you trust?

catscorner — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 07:45:36 GMT

For all of you coming here from virtualpersonal's journal... the answer is Noooo! NoNoNoNo

<--- points at icon.

No!

*Giles nudges his glasses up the bridge of his nose and crosses his arms firmly across his chest*

Bloody No!

catscorner — Thu, 24 Nov 2005 03:29:31 GMT

Okay, so, time to update.

Last Thursday I got severed.

Severed, laid off, displaced, let go, fired... it all boils down to the same thing really. I'm out of a job. But I like the term severed best because it best describes how I feel. The constant hope that I might still get hired back is like a phantom limb -- like you can feel it, but it's just not there. I'm trying to look on the bright side about it... after all, it could be much much worse. I get 8 months of full salary and benefits so I really have through July to find something. If find a job outside the company any time after January 17, I can either cash out and collect the remainder of my salary through July, or I can just continue receiving it... so that's a sizable chunk of change or double salary that would go a long way to paying off debts. I might even still get my bonus. So yeah, could be worse. Still sucks and feels awful and I'm kinda having a hard time figuring out what to do with myself. I'm going to have all this time, which is great, but I have all this anxiety about feeling like I need to get right back out there and pound the pavement until I find something. I wish I could just relax for a bit.

But wait, there's more!

So if losing my job isn't enough to worry about... well, never fear! There's more. Went and saw the thyroid specialist again today. I have an overactive thyroid with lumpy nodules. I've known this since July. Have had all kinds of bloodwork and had a biopsy which came back "inconclusive" but no sign of cancer. They thought I had Graves' Disease, but nope. A definitive test said I don't. So I'm thinking that's a good thing, right? Well... no, since they've exhausted all other possibilities, the specialist thinks I probably do, in fact, have cancer, or pre-cancer, or will have cancer at some point in the future. Cancer by default! Who knew? And get this... he is recommending I get my thyroid surgically removed "just in case".

Now doesn't surgical removal seem like a rather extreme measure to avoid cancer? Yes, I get that with my "cold, lumpy, nodules" I'm in this high risk category and that with the type of nodules I have I've got a 30% chance of getting cancer (if I don't already have it already), but really -- I've thought this through -- and I think it boils down to cost to the insurance company. The cost of surgery is probably a lot less then the cost to do the biopsies and blood tests that would be needed to make sure I don't develop cancer -- because that could go on indefinitely. But isn't monitoring better then preventative surgery? I guess if you consider the cost of treatment if I do get cancer, then... yeah, that's a factor too.

The fact of the matter is that I may be forced to make the decision based on finances and not based on what's best for my body. If the insurance won't cover on-going biopsies and tests, I certainly can't afford to pay out of pocket -- especially with my current job(less) situation. And I'm only guaranteed insurance through July. Then it's COBRA which is exorbitantly expensive.

On the brighter side, the Husband got a job working at the game store which enabled him to get a 30% discount on his Xbox 360. He originally wanted the job just to bring in a little extra cash and get out of the house while the kids are at school. Now he'll be the only one working! Oh the irony! But at least it's a job he can enjoy, even if it pays squat. And if he works 30+ hours he can get benefits for the family so that's a bonus in the event I'm completely screwed and can't find work by July or end up contracting or something like that.

So yeah, when it rains it floods sewage.

Bah Humbug!

catscorner — Thu, 03 Nov 2005 03:37:57 GMT

Title: Reckless
Authors: virtualpersonal and catscorner
Fandom: BtVS/Angel
Pairing: Kate/Wesley
Rating: NC-17 of the PWP variety
Characters: Not ours - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments

Authors’ Note: This was written for the RPG Life Beyond The Hell Mouth.

"He's right," Kate leveled a meaningful gaze on Wesley. "I'm really not great when it comes to sharing."

Her words reverberated through Wes’ mind as Faith and Pike made their rather dramatic exit up the stairs. Right, he’d been called a clueless Brit often enough. Right now, he had a clue. Not a complete picture, but he knew she wasn’t talking about her place. And he’d thought she might have slept with GI Joe, but wasn’t so sure anymore.

She meant sharing him.... Wesley Wyndham-Price. But they’d not only never spoken about it, but it wasn’t as if he had the time or inclination to dip his wick in every pot.

“What’s going on? Kate?” He gripped her jaw and made her look up at him. His blood was still hot and rushing from his confrontation with Faith, and now, despite his question, he didn’t want to talk. Talking was the furthest thing from his mind.

Vaguely aware of Pike's retreat upstairs -- to Faith's bedroom -- Kate was caught off guard when Wesley touched her and forcibly turned her head to look at him. Piercing green eyes drilled into him before she jerked away, stepping back and out of his reach.

"Why don't you tell me?" she gestured angrily toward the place where Wesley had put his hands on the slayer only a few moments before. Her chest heaved and her her eyes locked with his. "What the fuck was all that?"

"Slayer spat. Not uncommon with Faith as your slayer, nothing to worry about." She was so riled, he felt waves of her anger, same as he'd been only moments ago. It sent him him over the edge.

He slid one hand over her rear and pulled her up flush against him, ignoring her resistance. His body was already hard and demanding, as was his mouth over hers. Rough, unyeilding, burning, seeking an outlet for the tension that had built to boiling point, he walked her backwards into the library and kicked the door shut behind him.

Kate pushed against him, but Wesley was stronger and she felt her resolve slipping, responding with equaled fervor as his tongue probed roughly into her mouth. She fed of his intensity as he stole control, ignoring her protests. The slam of the door behind them shocked her senses and she shoved him brutally against it, gasping for air as she backed toward the table.

"Don't you fucking dare." Her voice came from a place deep in her throat as she struggled to regain control. "Just because I interrupted you, don't think you can just finish off with me. We are not interchangeable sex dolls."

Instinctively, he took a step following her. They touched at the ankle, knee, hip, and chest. His breath was labored as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. "You interrupted an argument, this isn't an argument, or is it?" He kissed her again, gripping her wrists and holding them at her sides so she couldn't push him away. "You know you want this."

Oh god... yes she did. Her entire body flamed with want. But still, the jealous rage remained unquenched. Somewhere in the recesses of desire she knew something had got his blood pumping before she'd arrived on the scene. "Fuck you," she answered as her mouth closed over his, drawing out his breath as he'd done to her.

Yanking his shirt from his waistband, she jerked at his jeans until she managed to open them and unceremoniously stroke him free of his boxer briefs. "You think I don't know what she does to you?" she hissed against his lips.

Surprised and enflamed by her rough handling, he stifled a groan and found her mouth with his. Rocking into her hand, he searched for words... not the most brilliant way to try to come to one's senses.

When words failed him, he delved his tongue into her mouth, shocking stabs in and out, as he struggled to open her jeans. How could she not know what she was doing to him?

Frustrated with his inability to find the zipper he broke away so he could see. Could drag her jeans and panties down her hips. Could touch her, get her hot and wet for him. "This is you... God damn it, Kate, this is all you," he rasped against her ear, thrusting against her hip in the same rhythm as his hand.

Kate toed off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans, her brash actions belying her incensed frame of mind. "Yes..." she ground out as he lifted her to the table. She buried her face in the arch of his neck as she worked his pants down his legs with her feet.

"For now..." her muffled whisper was lost to his groan as she abruptly moved forward to the edge of the table, clamping her legs around his backside to draw him inside her in a single, exquisite thrust.

She was so hot and tight around him, Wes felt himself swell and harden even more. He clamped one hand around her back, the other lower, and gripped her hip. Dragging her closer to the edge of the table, he gave in to the demands of his body, mindlessly thrusting into her, every step taking him closer to the release he so desperately needed.

Gasps and grunts filled the silence between them as they both sought to extinguish the sexual inferno that blazed within each of them. Instinctively, Kate adjusted the angle of her hips to increase the pressure where she needed it most. Nails dragged into his flesh as she rocked harder against him in a desperate, selfish, power play.

A stifled cry marked her achievement as her body contracted in a crashing wave of ecstasy. She drew it out, holding her breath as her hips rotated in a circular motion and a shudder rippled through her over-sensitized body.

"Oh God..." he groaned an instant later, slumping slightly as the pleasure and pain eased its grip on him. Still holding her, he kissed the top of her head, then her ear, then dropped one last kiss on her mouth, before withdrawing.

This wasn't the most clever thing he'd done. In the middle of the library No precautions. Anyone could have walked in. "You drive me to the brink of madness, you know that?" he asked.

His words splashed over her like a bucket of cold water. Fuck. Nice job Lockley. No protection. "Yeah. Likewise," she said as she slid off the table and started pulling on her clothes. How could she have been so reckless? She could only hope he had brains enough to use a condom when he was with Faith. No telling what he could catch from her.

She shook off the sense of revulsion that thought brought to mind, looking down as she slipped her shoes back on. "Guess maybe now we can get back to work, huh?" Her tone was cool and void of the rage she'd displayed earlier.

There was nothing he would like more, as he put his own clothes on. Avoidance had its good points. Given time, he could think of plenty of them.

He gave a sigh and rubbed his eyes. "I'm not having any relations with Faith, Kate. I'm her watcher... I wouldn't break the trust." He clamped down on the image of Faith sporting Spike's bite... his mark.

Stunned by the unsolicited disclosure, Kate looked up and slowly met his gaze, studying his _expression as if she were some kind of truth detector. "I should have known... you being all about the noble tradition and all," she folded her arms across her chest. Somehow it wasn't good enough that the only reason he wasn't fucking the slayer was because of some perceived trust issues. When it got right down to it Kate was selfish and she wanted to be the reason he didn't fuck the slayer... or anybody else.

"Sorry I doubted your dedication to your job," she lifted her shoulders in a careless shrug. She knew she should just let it go, but she couldn't help it now that he'd opened the door.

Her answer was cool, as was the look she shot him. Perhaps she was sorry she'd brought it up at all. Abruptly, he changed the topic. "Some coffee then? And we can go over the details of what you found."

"Sure," she answered with a glance down to his crotch. "Might want to zip your fly. Appearances of propriety and all..." she let that hang in the air as she strode out of the library.

{End}

catscorner — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 22:10:16 GMT

gakked from moonanstars

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you.

My Virtual Halloween!

catscorner — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 08:02:49 GMT

Ganked from virtualpersonal and look! She came as herself... how original! But _normal_girl_ is verrah verrah scarrrrry!

catscorner's Halloween party:

_normal_girl_ dressed as a sub-adjunct dead chicken waver.
belgerod dressed as Chewbacca.
brooding_baby dressed as Russell Crowe.
carynsilver dressed as your uncle.
cleolinda dressed as a new superhero: Blue Shadow.
dayre dressed as a Care Bear.
elu dressed as a character from Harry Potter and the Harp of the Alibi.
evilandi dressed as a easy shrimp.
greenmachine313 dressed as a Finken, Potts & Culberson & Company IndustriesCooperative employee.
illusionarymind dressed as something irate, but what, specifically, you can't tell.
kajoosta dressed as a diplomat from Malaysia.
livingthedream dressed as Herbert Hoover.
lunabee34 dressed as someone called "Nathan Winston", but you've never heard of them before.
moonanstars dressed as LeAnn Rimes.
morgani dressed as a Laurie Varga HoldingsLtd. employee.
nashmaveric dressed as a mummy.
netjunkie dressed as John F. Kennedy.
reset313 dressed as Peter Jackson, and it suited them all too well.
saigemoon didn't dress up, spoilsport.
thecortex dressed as the Lord of East TrommaldCity.
vikingprincess dressed as Osama bin Laden.
virtualinsomnia dressed as a disturbing self-made character called "Lumpy Toilettoes".
virtualpersonal dressed as a 1980's yuppie child.
wesley_pryce dressed as the Frozen Power Ranger.
wistol dressed as the spirit of their dead grandmother Beulah, and it suited them disturbingly well.
xgregart dressed as the love child of Russell Crowe and Martina Hingis.

Throw your own party at the Hallomeme!
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catscorner — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 07:51:07 GMT

Title: Love Lost
Author: Cas (virtualpersonal as Mal) and (catscorner as Inara)
Written for: Serenity_PBEM Role Play
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Inara
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we're just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
A/N: This is a sequel to "A Far Cry". Takes place about a month after the Firefly series right before Inara is about to leave Serenity. Mal has reluctantly agreed to Inara's scheme to keep Serenity (and Mal) off the Alliance's radar by seducing a powerful Alliance Admiral to get information they need.

As she lay in bed, Inara's thumb traced the frame of the vid-capture Kaylee had made for her. It contained snippets of all the crew, but it was the image of the captain that she kept replaying again and again. He wasn't doing anything special, just chatting in the mess eating some soup with the others. But it was the way his eyes crinkled around his eyes when he laughed that brought a delicate smile to Inara's lips.

She played it again and again until her eyes finally closed and it dropped from her fingertips, sliding off her silk pillow until it sat cock-eyed at the edge of her bed.

Morning came all too soon for the Companion. She felt restless. All the arrangements had been made for her meeting with the Admiral. She had studied his profile and knew his greatest desires and preferences. She felt confident she would be able to convince him not to pursue his son -- and Serenity.

She prepared a basin of water laced with lavender. Stepping out of her robes, she kneeled in front of it and dropped the large sponge in to soak up the warm bath water.

He paced outside her door. Only a damned fool would act this way at his age, and here he was... debating whether to go in or not. She twisted him up on the insides. It had to stop. And that included her talk of whoring with that Admiral. The man had to be so old he could be her father. It just wasn't right.

He knocked on the door and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Hell with it, it was his ship, he could go in when he wanted. Putting his hand over the sensor so it would recognize him, he entered. "Inara, I want to..." Stopping mid stride, he stared at her. All of her. From that glorious mane of hair, down her full round breasts, her narrow waist and curves any man would die to drive.

Inara didn't flinch, she merely looked up at Mal with annoyance. "Did you hear me give permission to enter?"

He licked his lips and found his gaze had roamed uncontrollably back down to her breasts. Sticking his index finger into his collar, as if to loosen it, he tried to muster up a response.

"Well?" She looked at him expectantly, holding the dripping sponge over the basin. Her skin glistened where it was wet with the scented moisture. "We weren't supposed to meet until we're in the world. I didn't hear any announcement that we've landed. So... what are you doing here?"

"Inara..." his suddenly dry mouth wasn't doing him any good. Could be she was distracting him on purpose, kneeling there naked as you please. "I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" It sounded serious. Inara's expression softened and she leaned forward to stand up, mercifully picking up her robe and draping it over her shoulder to cover herself. "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes. No... well yes. You're not going to meet with the Admiral." He took a step toward her. "I won't have it." There it was, the stubborn lilt of her chin. He grasped her arm, his palm almost slipping off the satiny material. "You won't cross me in this."

"Mal... I--" she rolled her eyes and looked at him with unblinking eyes. It was charming, really. The way he stood there with such determination. But if he thought he was going to talk out of it.... she shook her head lightly. "We've been through this..."

It was time to come clean. To put his cards on the table. To make her stay... with him. "No we haven't. Let me have my say," he pulled her up against him, every contour of her body molded against his. "I don't want you to see the Admiral. Not because it's too dangerous, or because I don't like your... profession. But because I ... because... Inara..." unable to vocalize the feelings he'd clamped down on for so long, he brought his mouth down on hers, firm and hard, and yet gentle, as he explored territory that was new and yet imagined so many times before.

Inara's breath hitched as he seemed about to say the words she'd longed to hear, and then his mouth was on hers in a dizzying kiss that left her completely disoriented. When their lips parted, she tried to speak his name, but the only sound that escaped was a soft mewl of pleasure.

Finally, and with great effort, the companion was able to regain some sense of herself and she withdrew enough to look into his eyes, but she instantly became lost to them, melting into him, pressing her cheek against his chest so she could feel the pounding of his heart.

"...because... because why...?"

She had to know.

"Because..." There was no way out of this, he had to bite the bullet. "Because I can't stand to think of another man's hands on you. Now if that makes me selfish, then so be it, but I love you... and I'm not one much for sharing." Would she choose him over the admiral... over her career?

Inara lifted her head and looked into his eyes. And she saw love.

Love.

Next in line for the High Priestess of the Guild, Inara had left her home world behind and sought sanctuary in the outer rim. On the raggedy edge in a worn out vessel with a motley crew of outlaws. Running. Always running from the one thing she feared most.

Love.

The very thing that now held her fast.

Her face turned up to his and she drank in the sight of him. "I love you too, Malcolm Reynolds," she answered as if she'd practiced the words a thousand times over. And maybe she had.

Giving free rein to emotions pent up for so long, he said the words again, and again, each time he kissed her, her eyes, her nose, and that glorious mouth. He wasn't sure he'd ever get enough. But maybe he wouldn't have to. Maybe she'd be here tomorrow, and the day after.

Sliding his hands up the elegant column of her throat, he cupped her face, and kissed her again. This time a long, mind drugging kiss, that left him burning... craving more.

Inara had feared love because she thought it would control her. It was why she had become a Companion, so she could always be in control. It was why she ran from her own life when she became too comfortable with her clients.

But instead of controlling her, she felt love guiding her. Inara had never in her life felt so free.

Giving herself over to him completely, the thin fabric glided loosely to the floor. She sucked in a sharp breath as his hand touched her breast, caressing her so gently at first that she wondered if it were real at all. Kisses trailed over her collar bone and her head lolled back into his arms as he swept her off her feet and laid her on the bed.

One knee on the bed, next to her, he started to loosen his shirt. But he wasn't going to strip free of his clothes. Then it would be too tempting to take her, just make her his. He reckoned a woman like Inara would want something a whole lot fancier. Now he might be a back planet boy, but he would give her what she deserved... what she needed.

Sweeping his gaze down the length of her body, he felt his heart lurch against his chest. "You're one fine woman," he rasped, leaning over her, tasting her mouth again. Breathing in her intoxicating scent. "Beautiful," he muttered against her throat, trailing moist kisses down her chest.

Lifting his head, he made eye contact, before dipping his head down, using his tongue to tease her nipple. The feel of her writhing under him kicked his lust up a notch. He'd been keeping his body well away from her, but now he found himself inserting a knee between her thigh, lowering himself over her.

She was so enraptured by his devoted caresses that Inara found herself making ridiculously nonsensical noises that had never passed her lips before, not with any client. Many had fallen for her, but never had she allowed herself the pleasure of experiencing their love. Until now.

Reflexively, her lithe body arched into him, encouraging every touch, craving more, hungry for the taste of what was to come. She tried to help him undress, but he stopped her. His lips and fingertips roamed freely across her flesh, dipping into each contour with rapt attention until she squirmed and called out his name. Calloused palms felt smooth against her skin, and when he cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers she could stand it no more. She pulled him to her, tearing at his clothing until she felt his burning flesh against hers.

Look where a little encouragement got a fella... he was nekkid, hard and all over her, kissing, stroking, playfully nipping her and soothing away the pain with his tongue. Nestled between her thighs, every fiber of his body screamed for him to take her, to make her his woman. And yet the soft strokes of her hand, her whispered words gentled him, made him take his time.

He ran his hand up her hip and cupped her slender waist. So small, so fine... and here she was with him. A rebel, a smugler. Someone who couldn't offer her all the comforts she was used to. And yet he wanted her to give it up, give it all up for him.

He stroked her mouth with his and lifted his head, "'Nara, I know I don't have a right, but... I don't want you with any other men. No more being a companion, for anyone but me." Involuntarily, he jerked against her and strove for control.

Half-lidded eyes suddenly opened wide and fixed on his. He was asking her to give up her livelihood for a life with him -- just the same as many men had before him. But no, it wasn't the same. It was love. And he loved her now, before he had his answer. She was sure of it. Unconditionally.

Slowly, Inara shook her head. "I won't companion for you Mal..." she swallowed as she spoke from her heart. "I love you. I will love you... but I won't companion for anybody as long as you love me..."

Unmoving, unblinking, she stared into the depths of his eyes. So full of conviction. Strength. Control. Would he see that what she offered him was so much more then he asked?

"In that case, I think you've just lost your job because... I will love you until the lights go out permanently." He emphasized the proclamation with a lingering kiss, and slipped his hand between their bodies. Shifting, he entered her, slowly at first, but then making her his with every long stroke of his body.

Head pressed back into the satin pillow, Inara cried out a guttural moan as the sheer ecstasy of the moment crashed down upon her. Like the explosion of a full burn, she glowed like a firefly as he entered her. And as they moved together, the friction of their bodies radiated enough heat to ignite Serenity's afterburners... a slow burn... thrusters engaged... they climbed upward together, into the black where their cries of rapt pleasure were swallowed by the vacuum of space.

"...We're entering atmo."

Breathlessly, Inara opened her eyes to see Malcolm's lips moving out of sync with the disembodied voice.

"What?"

"Prepare for landing."

Inara blinked and he was gone. Wash's voice over the intercom announced their landing coordinates.

"Ni ta ma de!" she cursed as she sat up in her otherwise empty bed. Suddenly feeling completely unanchored, her body started to quiver over the loss of what had felt so real. So right. A shaky hand fell to her side and brushed the vid-capture still paused on the image of the captain.

Picking it up, she allowed herself a moment to try to reclaim that feeling of finally knowing love. But it was gone. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as she set the frame on the nightstand next to the cloisonné clock Mal had given her so long ago.

Dressing hastily, Inara collected herself as best she could, but she was unable to shake the dream from her mind. She checked the waves that had come in during the night, confirming what she already suspected. The Admiral was nowhere near Persephone and would not be within range for weeks. She was disappointed that she would not be able to help untangle this mess, but part of her was relieved just the same.

She certainly didn't relish the thought of seeing the look of satisfaction on the captain's face when she told him, but he needed time to work out another plan. So she headed out of her shuttle, startled to find him standing just outside her door.

"Mal!"

Caught lounging in her door frame, Mal stepped back and tried to shake off the images from his dream. Inara, all ready to bend to his will, that had been some dream. Very different from the woman staring at him demanding an explanation, if not with words, then with her eyes and stance.

"'Mornin,'" he nodded. "Came to tell you there will be no call for you to go visiting the Admiral. He ain't in this world. Nothing much to see here anyway, you might want to stay in the shuttle until take off. Could be quick." Right, if he ignored the fact she was leaving, then maybe she would too.

Flustered, Inara's mouth opened and closed before she was finally able to answer. "I--I was coming to tell you the same thing. About the Admiral," she quickly composed herself, his casual tone and demeanor helping to wash away the image of his profession of love. She almost laughed out loud at the thought that he ever could... ever would be so eloquent as he had been in her dream.

From now on I want you to keep your whorin' just for me. That's how it would have gone if he ever were able to admit he had feelings for her. All the more reason she needed to go... before they got to that point and fouled everything up. Her first instinct had been right. Love was not something that could ever be part of her world.

"But I won't be staying with Serenity," she continued, her voice holding firm despite the weakness she felt in her knees. "I'm paid up through the month. I'll send you a wave once I'm settled... make arrangements to transfer the shuttle back into your care." She lifted her hand and let it trail down the bulkhead of what had become her home.

"I see," he said tightly. She was paid up through the end of the month, there was nothing he could do to keep the shuttle grounded, unless he wanted to break the rental deal. Then again, wasn't as if she couldn't use her legs to walk off the ship, since that was what she wanted.

She felt her resolve unraveling as her fingers trembled over the smooth contour of the doorway. Against her better judgment, she looked into his eyes. Blue eyes full of hardness and stone. It tore her apart to feel him throw up that invisible barrier, but instinctively... protectively... she found herself doing the same.

"I'll take good care of her..." she assured in a wavering voice, not knowing what else to say.

Take care of yourself. But that wasn't what he said. "When?"

"Soon," she answered in short. If she tried to elaborate and explain that she still had to say her good-byes to the others she was certain she would break down and beg him not to let her leave.

"Right." She was still here for a shot while, then. Giving her another short nod, he walked away. Again, leaving so much unsaid.

Inara stood in the doorway and watched him walk away before finally bowing her head and releasing the breath she'd been holding.

{End}

catscorner — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 07:40:08 GMT

Title: A Far Cry
Author: Cas (virtualpersonal as Mal) and (catscorner as Inara)
Written for: Serenity_PBEM Role Play
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Inara
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we're just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
A/N: Takes place about a month after the Firefly series right before Inara is about to leave Serenity. Mal has reluctantly agreed to Inara's scheme to keep Serenity (and Mal) off the Alliance's radar by seducing a powerful Alliance Admiral to get information they need.

His large frame stretched across the smallish bed, Mal eventually decided he couldn't concentrate on the gorram book in his hand. Tossing it onto the table, he shut the lights. His room went completely dark.

Shifting the pillows, he rolled over onto his side. It still burned him up that she'd offered to whore for him. For him.

Worse. He couldn't do a thing to stop her.

Unless he thought of something by morning, when they'd be landing on Persephone. Maybe he'd dream up an idea. They did seem to come to him at nights.

Forcing his eyes shut, he concentrated on relaxing and getting to sleep.

Just as he was drifting off, a light knock on the door sounded. It was barely a tap, but it was amplified by the metallic bulkhead and the relative quiet of the ship. The tap came again, this time a little louder and followed by a soft voice.

"Mal...?"

"Yeah, I'm awake. Come in." He swung his legs over the side of the bed just as the lights went on and she came inside.

It was disconcerting, to say the least. A woman, in his space. And not just any woman. Inara, with her silky thin shawl, clinging and revealing her figure more than hiding anything. He let out a sigh and spoke more harshly than he intended. "What do you want?"

The silk fabric of her night clothing billowed around her as she descended the step ladder into his bunk. When she turned around, she met his eyes as if reading his thoughts and implicitly understanding why his greeting was somewhat less then gracious.

"I couldn't sleep..." she answered simply, her gaze skimming over his bare chest as she took a tentative step toward him.

"You want me to help you sleep?" He couldn't help staring, especially when she came to a stop right in front of him. So close, he could feel the warmth emanating from her body. He swallowed. "I think maybe a warm glass of milk might be more... effective."

"No..." she said with a slight shake of her head. It wasn't clear whether she was answering his question or responding to his suggestion. It didn't matter. Even as she spoke, her eyes traced the crescent shaped scar that marred his otherwise flawless chest. Impulsively she lifted her left hand to follow the line with her finger, dragging it feather light across the imperfection.

His breath caught as her touch sent a jolt through his system and kicked his heart up a notch. Eyes locked with hers, he caught her hand, before it did any more damage... before she brought him to his knees. "Inara?" He raised his face and started to lean forward, inching closer to collect the kiss he's wanted on the bridge.

As if caught up in his cadence, the motion of his hand gripping her wrist took her breath away. Mesmerized, she stared into his eyes. "Mal..." she answered him, her soft voice brushed his lips -- a tantalizing appetizer of the feast she'd only dared to dream.

He never closed his eyes when their lips met. At first, it was a chaste kiss, but his mind was hardly on chaste matters as he traced the outline of her mouth, with his. The raised ridges, the soft smoothness of her skin, the way he felt her lips bow under his, it quickened his desire. One minute he was gentle, the next, he reached out for her and pulled her down on his lap. With his hand behind her head, fingers threaded through her hair, he pulled her closer and pushed his tongue passed her lips.

Like a waterfall merging with a mountain lake, Inara collapsed into him in a torrent of kisses. Companion training forgotten, her body molded naturally against his as her caresses smooth over the hard curves of his muscles. Cradled in his lap, she felt him pressing against her backside, causing a sharp intake of breath as heat pooled in her core.

His mouth burned. His skin tightened around him. Anticipation made him swell and harden as she responded to him. Pushing her down on the bed, he vowed she would forget all her other men. That his name would be the last she'd cry out from here on.

With his finger tips, he pulled her shawl aside, uncovering the vast expanse of creamy skin exposed by one of her dresses which hid nothing from a man's imagination. Aching to touch, to taste, he met her gaze once again.

Her back arched in anticipation, her body was a wasteland thirsting for his touch. "Malcolm... please..." she begged as her hands roved over his bare skin, finding his hand and coaxing him to slide it up her side to cup the underside of her breast. "I've wanted you for so long..."

Inara's voice was ragged and breathy, her eyes half lidded, her nipples strained against the nearness of his touch as if seeking his lips. "Only you..."

It was what every man... what he wanted to hear. For once, she was speaking her mind, letting him read her like a book. And he reckoned readin' had never been so exciting. Fighting to steady his hand, he cupped her breast and rubbed his thumb over her nipple, giving a satisfied smile when it peaked under the thin material of her dress.

Just as started to tug the material down, a harsh knock sounded. He was going to kill Jayne. Kill him.

And there it was again.

"Inara, I..." he muttered, and found the bed empty but found the bed empty of the warm, compliant Inara. Of course it was... since that was her insistent voice outside the door.

Letting out a string of oaths, Mal swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Alright, I'm coming. You won't be late for your gorram frog humping appointment," he muttered, trying not to think of her and the lucky Admiral who would be the one who got her kisses, her smiles. Her attention.

* * * * * * * *

"You're really something else, Mal..." Inara snapped angrily as she ended the transmission with the Admiral's ship. Turning in the pilot's seat of her shuttle, she faced the captain. "I can't believe you're actually going through with this. What do you think he's going to do? A man of Admiral Walker's rank isn't about to risk his reputation by harming a companion."

Shaking her head and turning back to the console she made some adjustments and pulled back on the throttle to slow their speed as they approached for docking. "You know, you could have taken the other shuttle and just shadowed me," she paused a beat and her voice softened. "You don't have to do this, Mal..."

"Neither do you," he challenged, every muscle and limb in his body tight with tension. "But I'll be damned if you're going to confront the man about his son and risk your life for me... while I'm hiding in some other shuttle with my hands tied to help you."

Inara kept her eyes fixed on the controls as she maneuvered in for the landing. Were her true motives really so transparent? She'd told herself she was doing this for River and Simon, for Rein... for all of them. But if she was being truthful with herself, it was for him.

She didn't say another word until they were docked and she stood up. "You stay here. I mean it Mal," she looked at him sternly, meeting his eyes for only a moment before she pulled herself away and turned her back to him, pausing as she pulled aside the thin curtain that separated the cockpit from the main part of the shuttle. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't. What good would it do?

Silently she stepped through the bulkhead and closed the curtain behind her just as a knock sounded on the main shuttle door.

He'd opened his mouth in one last attempt to dissuade her, but found the curtains drawn in front of his face before he said a single word. There was a hissing sound, the door. Inara's voice welcoming the Admiral. The exchange of pleasantries.

Mal's urge to pace got stronger by the minute. He supposed she couldn't get right to the point with the man, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy the pictures he was getting in his mind, listening to her helping him take off his coat.

On the other side of the curtains, the Admiral, a tall man with silver streaked dark hair but the flawlessly smooth skin of a man two decades his junior, smiled down at the companion. "You're far more beautiful than your pictures. They do you no justice at all."

"Thank you," Inara replied, as she coaxed him to settle into a seat on the bed. The companion's every movement so graceful and natural that the man would have no inkling that he played the starring role in an expertly choreographed dance.

"Can I get you something? Tea, wine, hot cocoa?" she smiled charmingly as her fingers began kneading his shoulders. She already knew his beverage preferences, but it was important for him to believe that she was simply being a gracious host in order to create the illusion that she was something more then a paid courtesan.

When he closed his eyes against her touch, Inara glanced at the filmy curtain, the only hint that she hadn't forgotten who was behind it.

"Mmmm, that feels good. Some wine."

Mal clenched his teeth and looked up. No doubt she'd started her whoring already. Why couldn't she just ask him some questions then claim a headache and kick his gorram ass out.

The admiral clinked his glass against hers and then took a sip. "Sit down. Next to me, he suggested," his gaze clinging to her curves. "I enjoy being touched."

Inara took a small sip of her wine and set it down. It was important that she remain clear headed if she were going to get any information out of him. As if accepting an invitation, she reached out and stroked his chest, allowing her fingers to feather over him, applying pressure at precise points to maximize his pleasure sensations.

"I must say Admiral... you're in remarkable shape," she smoothed her palm over each plane of his torso as she leaned her head in so her hair brushed across his neck. "Your voice... it's so strong... viril." She maneuvered carefully, it was a tricky dance, but if she could get him talking about himself, she could drop hints about his son... let him know he's alive.

Tuning herself into his breathing, she took the fragile wine flute from his hand and set it on the table. She leaned into him again, pressing her lips to his neck, coaxing him to open up. "Tell me about yourself admiral..."

Strong. Viril. Each of her words were like the twist of a knife crossed with the caterwauling of a Tom cat. But one thing he hated even more was when her words were muffled. Stemmed by a kiss?

He knew this was her job, accepted it... well, maybe not fully. But this was different. She was doing it in his name, and he didn't like it. A voice in the back of his head joined the choir. She's whoring with THE Admiral. One that whopped your ass. The one that crumbled the browncoats.

His hands balled at his sides, Mal forced himself to stand still. To clamp down on his temper and boiling blood and give her a chance to do what she said.

"Mmm, how about a kiss first? Let's see what's in store for me..." he laughed as she easily moved into his arms. The long, slow kiss left him burning for more. He cleared his throat. "I was told you're the best, I must agree. Not only lovely, but talented."

Inara's movements were practiced, but somehow organic. She responded to each touch with the precision of a surgeon, careful not to give too much... leaving him wanting her more as each breath past his lips. When his pulse quickened and she knew he was primed to bend to her will, she spoke again.

"I must confess Admiral, I chose you for selfish reasons..." she looked at him through thick lashes. "I read your profile... you are not only a brilliant strategist..." she stroked him, moving her hand in soft circles over his. "But do you want to know what makes me burn like this...?" she lifted his hand and placed it over her breast, consciously forcing her body to react to his touch.

He didn't want her burning, though Mal's gut was burning to cinders. Get to the point, he wanted to shout. Just get to the gorram point! His pulse throbbed at his temple, he could almost hear its beat.

"I've lived a long time, and I've met a lot of women," he rasped. "Power. That is the common draw," he said unabashed, biting back an oath as she eluded a kiss.

"Don't take this the wrong way, my dear. But I have a schedule to keep, and though I would love nothing more than to linger, today, I can't. We'll do this again sometime, and you can dazzle me with your conversational skills," he pulled the straps of her dress down, exposing her supple breast. "But right now, what I need is a few good kisses, and to feel you. Then you can service me, I've heard it is your specialty. And with that mouth... I can well believe it..."

Inara's eyes flashed as she realized he hadn't taken her bait. "Admiral... please..." she braced herself to gain some purchase against him, placing her hands on his shoulders to push him off. "You didn't let me finish..." she gasped as he kissed her savagely, undoing his pants as he slammed his tongue into her mouth.

That was it, he was at the end of his tether. The curtains bunched in Mal's fists as he tore them down and strode toward the couple on the sofa. There wasn't even a warning. He simply grabbed the Admiral by the scruff of his neck, pulled him back, and punched him in the face.

Once. Twice. A third time.

When the surprised older man started to defend himself, Mal shoved him up against the wall. "Consider yourself... serviced. Now get the hell out."

"Look here," the Admiral touched his jaw and gave Mal a warning look.

"You look here. I've been waiting for a re-match for years. Give me an excuse." It took a minute, but Mal knew the instant the Admiral recognized him. There was another duel, a battle of wills as they stared at each other. But when Mal raised an eyebrow, the man picked up his coat and left.

Spinning around, Mal walked to Inara. She'd paled, and looked like she was shaking. He put his arms around her, aware that her clothes were down at her waist, but at that moment only wanting to offer her comfort. "Are you alright?"

She looked up at him with eyes wide as a doe, instantly melting into him as her body quaked against his. "I'm sorry... I don't know what I was thinking..." she apologized, her lips trembling against his neck as she spoke. "He would have..." she choked at the thought of what the powerful man could have done to her.

Swallowing hard, she tilted her head to look up at him. "All I could think about was you... Mal... I.... I..." her lips parted slightly as she sought his, needing his touch to erase the memory of the despicable man.

"About me... I was alright. He never touched me," he smiled reassuringly. "So I broke your concentration then?" It was a victory of sorts, she was after all a professional.

Inara smiled coyly, the warmth of his strong arms soothing her trembling. "Yes, I dare say you did..." she admitted, lips brushing his as she looked into his eyes.

He slid his hand down her bare back, feeling his body tighten with desire. "Inara, I shouldn't be... I'll leave, he offered. Until you get dressed."

But that wasn't what he wanted to do. Not by a long shot. He wanted to soothe those trembling crimson lips with his own. He wanted to hold her small frame, envelope her, show her how it could be. If she stayed.

"Or..." she countered, her breath mingling with his. "...you could stay while I undress..." And with nothing more then a shift of her hips, the translucent layers of fabric fell away leaving her completely exposed to him as she held his gaze.

"I'm staying, then." His voice was thick. Tearing his gaze from hers, he looked at her. Every damned perfect inch he'd only just imagined before. Her perfectly rounded breasts, narrow waist, and curves a man could really get a hold of. And the long legs... he swallowed hard as his gaze skimmed their apex.

"Good," Inara's voice was breathy, seductive without even trying. She was trained not to be self-conscious, but the way he looked at her... with complete all-consuming desire, it made her tremble under his gaze.

Allowing his cues to guide her, she reached out a tentative hand, uncertain at first, but growing bolder as she felt him respond to her touch. She undressed him slowly, breaking every rule she'd ever been taught as she brazenly raked her gaze over his form, caressing him with her eyes.

Mal's jaw clenched at the riot of sensations that rocked through his body under her every touch and stroke. It felt like it took billions of light years to get there, but he was now as naked as she was, and damned but if he didn't burn under the look in her eyes.

Every nerve in his body was on alert. Even her gentle breaths skimming across his shoulder sent heat to his goin. Skin against skin. It was time. He closed the gap between them, putting one hand around her waist to draw her up hard against him, while he nuzzled and kissed her neck and throat, burying his face in her luxuriously soft hair.

Her head fell back and she mewled in helpless surrender. She lost herself to him completely and when he pulled her close, she felt her whole body throb with unquenched desire. But for their ragged breaths and soft moans it was as if they existed in the soundless vacuum of space, drawn to each other by the unyielding force of a black hole.

"Malcolm..." she uttered his name as she pulled his face up to hers, staring into the depths of his soul before she captured his lips in a long anticipated kiss.

Every part of her clung to him. Her arms, her eyes, her mouth. Oh yeah, this was exactly what he thought it would be like to be the center of her 'verse. And damned if he couldn't get good and settled here.

He kissed her back, filling her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. Catching the small sounds she made. Slowly inching to that point of no return.

He needed more. Demanded more. Funny thing was, she gave it to him. No argument, no struggle, no little twists or turns. Everything he wanted, she gave him.

Sliding his hand downs down her waist, and lower, he cupped her rear and molded her against him. Instantly, his groin surged. Ached and throbbed until he thought he couldn't bear it a moment longer. "Inara," he whispered, thick with need, as he lifted her up against him and carried her to her bed.

With her arms around his neck, Inara curled against him, not letting go until he lay next to her. Instinctively her hand trailed down his body until she felt his arousal, her fingers moving in tentative exploration, touching and stroking as their lips came together in hungry kisses.

But she wanted more... wanted all that he was offering her. Kisses trailed down his chest, tenderly tracing each scar with her tongue as she descended the length of his body. Her breast grazed his erection and she sucked in a ragged breath as she paused to bask in the sensations rippled over her.

"Laotian, yes!" he croaked, almost coming off the bed at her touch. "There, touch me there again," he demanded, lifting himself up on his elbows to watch her every move. He'd never thought sex was a pretty sight. But Inara made it beautiful, every, her every move was artistic. Hell, he could learn to appreciate the opera if it made him feel like this.

She looked up at him through thick lashes as her tongue flicked out and circled the tip, tasting him as if he were a fine wine to be savored. "Touch you... like this...?" she invited him to tell her what he liked. She licked her lips and opened her mouth, sheathing him as she moved down his length. His encouraging moans fueled her passion as she set a rhythm, her body curling around him so she could feel each part of him react to touch.

After giving her a few more instructions, it became abundantly clear that she didn't need any tips from him. She played his body like and instrument, drawing heat, and pain, making him swell and throb, giving him relief only to take it away with the next flick of her tongue, or a view of her breasts, or by moving her hand lower to cup his sack. Unable to help himself, he lifted his hips, urging her to take more of him. He was so close to the edge, so close to coming that he ought to stop... but he couldn't, not when sensations rocked him with an intensity he'd never felt before.

Inara's pulse quickened as she sensed his growing need. She continued her movements in a steady rhythm, fully intending to bring him crashing over the edge of everything he desired. His strangled cries signaled his release and she swallowed hard, taking in all of him. When he'd finally settled, she crawled up the smooth plane of his body and curled her leg over his hips, murmuring breathlessly as her heart still pounded in her chest.

"Didn't mean to do that," he said a bit sheepishly. But by the time he hand his arms around her again, his body was responding as if he hadn't been spent only seconds ago. With a wide, grin, he shifted and helped her to stradle him. "Don't think it's going to be a problem though, bao bei."

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she felt him rising beneath her. She shifted her hips experimentally, mewling her pleasure when she felt him responding as she slid her slick apex against his hardening length. "No... I don't think it's going to be a problem at all..." she agreed in a throaty whisper as she lifted her hips and slowly lowered herself over him.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he filled her, pressing against her pleasure center as he bucked his pelvis into her. Closing her eyes, she moved against him, rotating her hips in a seductive motion, her own needs growing more insistent each time she lifted and rocked him deeper inside her heated core.

The last round had been for him. This time... this time he wanted to make sure she got what she needed, and by the looks of it, they were off to a damned good start. He just had to keep his head, and make sure of it.

He slid his hands up and down her thighs and waist, feeling her muscles flex and strain with every earth shaking movement of her body. When she leaned back, he supported her weight, groaning out loud when her long hair brushed across his knees. He gripped her hips, setting her down firmer against him as he thrust, alternating long and short strokes, taking her cues when she gave them.

When she opened her eyes, they were fuzzy and glazed with desire. Insistent, he pulled her down on him for a kiss. The long, heated exchange spiked his lust. He rolled her over onto her back, and lifted her leg around his waist.

"Oh... God! Mal..." she cried out as he entered her again, thrusting in deep never ending strokes. Breathless, she clutched at his back, curling into him as her entire body blazed with desire.

"Please... yes...." she whimpered as her body clenched around him, pulling him deeper then she imagined possible. A wave started to roll over her, she felt herself slipping carelessly over the edge. Pulling his head back, she found his lips and devoured him in fevered kisses as her climax came in a crashing explosion that caused her to cry out a string of rapturous Chinese exclamations culminating the crystal clear words, "I love you..."

He drowned in her words, words that stroked his ego, that told him she wasn't as unaffected as she'd made out for months. And when she said the "L" word, his victory was complete. But only for an instant.

Like a freezing cold barrel of water poured over his head, Mal woke with a start. Love... yeah... dream. He leaned his head back against the pillow and let out a loud sigh. He was hot, his skin clammy with a fine sheen of moisture. It had been so real... so real until the end.

Tomorrow she'd say "goodbye." That was a far cry from "I love you," that was for certain.

{End}

Oh Jon, how you mock us...

catscorner — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 08:31:13 GMT

Go look. That's all I'm sayin'

Hufu -- It's the healthy human flesh alternative

Luck has run out...

catscorner — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 01:29:49 GMT

I'm really fucking depressed.

There. I said it. And I don't get depressed easily so ya'll know that I'm in a bad place.

Those of you who have been reading my journal for awhile probably know that I work for a big company (200,000 + employees). I've been with the company (let's just call them Da Man) for 12 years, but I worked as an independent contractor while I took a couple of years off to have my little girl and do the family thing. So technically I only have just over 5 years of continuous service. You'll see why this is important in a minute.

So, for the most part I've been pretty happy working for Da Man. I've managed to work my way up from a lowly forms designer, to doing real graphics and web design work, all the way up through to being a manager or a very large group of technical and communications professionals.

The thing is, Da Man likes to reorganize. Frequently. They like to shake things up, flip things over and see who falls out. Typically this happens once every couple years -- almost like clockwork. I've seen friends, talented colleagues, people that generally work very hard get shoved aside, pushed out, or flat out displaced. Now I must say that I've managed to come out on top of these shake ups in the past. It's how I've managed to move up -- not by stepping over bodies, mind you, though sometimes it does feel that way. Mostly, I've just been really lucky.

Seems my luck has run out.

About two years ago I made a leap into a new division into a job that was slightly lower level, but where I could get back to my roots as a journalist/editor/designer. I've really enjoyed it. I even moved back into management after only doing the job for about 6 months. It's comfortable, creative (sometimes), pays well, and most of all, I'm still able to work out of my home. It's a sweet set-up! So it seemed the risk of taking the leap had paid off.

Not so much.

I found out a few months ago that the head of the division I'm working for is retiring. So by the end of the year, they are splitting up all the groups under him and the division is essentially dissolving. It will cease to exist. MY job is communications support for the division. You do the math.

Being a pollyanna type, I have been holding out hope that my group will be realigned with Corporate Communications or that I'll be moved into another position which is what's always happened to me in the past. As of today, I've given up hope of that. My manager is really cool. Even though she's not supposed to let on that she knows what's going down she has given me as much of a "head's up" as she can. She's dropped enough hints that I knew I had a reason to be worried. So I dusted off my resume and started posting for some internal jobs. Sadly, all the jobs that look even remotely interesting are in our major hub cities, San Francisco, Phoenix and Minneapolis. The little interest I've gotten have been from managers that want a commitment to relocate before they even take me seriously. Been there, done that, not doing it again. My family is here in Seattle and this is where I'm staying -- for better or worse.

Well hello worse! Job market sucks. If I don't find something with Da Man, I'll likely have to accept something at a significant pay cut -- not to mention having to prove myself all over again. And the likelihood of working from home? Not likely. That is if I find anything at all. A former employee of mine who is extremely marketable (at least as much as I am) got "severed" (isn't that an appropriate term? Can't believe it's the actual term they use for people who receive severance packages) and it took her 10 months to find a job! She was fortunate and actually had 10 months of continuation pay since she'd been with Da Man for more then 10 years. But remember how I only have 5 years? Means I'll get 6 months. That may seem like a lot of time to you, but if will pass in no time.

Ugh. Bah. Whine!

*sigh*

And right now I'm totally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Since I haven't been told anything "officially" it makes it awkward to look for work internally. But if I wait until I'm actually in the retain pool - that's the kiss of death! Nobody wants to pick up someone from the retain pool - I know, I'm a manager! I never hire from the retain pool because there's a perception that there's something wrong with anybody who ends up there.

Damn. Is this karmic payback?

Firefly Cast Interviews

catscorner — Sun, 25 Sep 2005 09:27:13 GMT

Here's some great intereviews with some of the cast of Firefly. http://iesb.net/universal2005/092205.php

Oh, and, in case you've been living in a cave, Serenity opens next Friday, Sept 30. Go see it. No... really. Go. Take your friends. Take your neighbors. Skip the popcorn and soda and just buy a ticket for some random person hanging around the theatre instead. I'm serious. Go see it several times on opening weekend. The show has only made it this far because of fan support... we can't let them down now!

Go.

That is all.

Obscenities?

catscorner — Thu, 22 Sep 2005 20:35:23 GMT

It's been awhile since I've had anything to update, but I thought this was note worthy and silly enough to share.

I work in the communications field for a really big, conservative, Fortune 100 company so I do a lot of communicating on a daily basis. 90% of my work consists of e-mail and conference calls. So my professional reputation as a communicator (both spoken and written) is pretty critical.

SO... get this. I get this email today from a fairly high ranking person in the company that I've been dealing with on an EXTREMELY frustrating process that I've had to follow every step of the way. So here's what she says at the end of her response to me --

"Ms. {My Real Name}, RAMS would prefer the obscenities be omitted from future inquiries. If you have concerns with the progress of a request, you may at any time... blah blah blah...."

I get this and I'm like WTF? I panic immediately. You know when you forward a message to someone and add your own bitchy comments so you can vent to a friend or whatever... and then right after you hit send you have this feeling of dread that you hit "reply" instead of "forward" and you really sent your bitchy comments back to the person you were bitching about? Come on, you've all done it. You all know what I'm talking about.

So I'm having one of those panic moments because it's true, I HAVE been bitching about this process to people I trust and work closely with. So I'm rifling through all my sent mail to see what I sent to warrant this response and so I can prepare to either:
1) make up some lie and defend myself
2) crawl into a hole and wait to be fired
3) apologize profusely and hope beyond hope that I will be forgiven.

I go through everything and don't see anything wrong at all. Then I start getting really paranoid and am wondering if I said something on a conference call where someone was lurking that I didn't know about... or worse, maybe they are actually listening in on my calls! (This group is part of the security group, so it's possible!!). So I'm just totally flipping out because she copied this to my manager, her manager, and her manager's manager -- which is like basically the top of the food chain!

So, I decide the best thing to do is call my manager and fess up that I have no idea what she's referring to. My manager laughs and laughs and laughs and then says "hold on a second, I'm sending something to you". She sends me back this e-mail that I had copied her on and she says "read it carefully". Now keep in mind that this was going to a generic "Help desk" type mailbox, so I didn't have a name to address it to. Here's my e-mail...

Hell, I just checked the status of this NSR and it is still listed as "on hold". Can you please tell me if this is being processed? I sent my confirmation/approval for the Standard (expanded) access yesterday. Thank you.

HELLO! I meant hellO, of course!! Typo. But if you read the rest of the message and know how frustrating this whole process has been, I can see how you might think that I'm cursing you out -- IF I WAS THE MOST UNPROFESSIONAL PERSON IN THE KNOWN BUSINESS WORLD!

So, I immediately pick up the phone and call this crazy woman and explain the misunderstanding. She admitted that she probably overreacted and in fact her own manager had already called her up and advised her that it was most likely a typo! She said she was just really sensitive because apparently their group is under such scrutiny that they actually get MUCH WORSE then this and she's just tired of hearing it. So we laughed about it and I had to formally apologize in writing to all the people that had been copied on the original message to try and stave off any sort of bad reputation -- but frankly these things tend to spread like wildfire and I'm sure my name will forever be associated with the "obscenity"!

Boy... if they want to see obscenities, they should check my LJ! LOL

Miss Fire

catscorner — Mon, 08 Aug 2005 01:05:15 GMT

Title: Miss Fire
Author: Cathie (catscorner) and Cas (virtualpersonal)
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Kate/Wes
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Not mine, Joss' - I'm just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Note: This is a scene from a RPG called Life Beyond the Hellmouth.

"No...that's where you're wrong, I don't find the sight of tentacles the least bit arousing," Wes protested as the demon insisted on giving a blow by blow description of how pleasurable his wedding night with Princess Alrexanda would be.

"Look, I don't bloody care if it's tradition to kidnap the groom, I don't plan to be the groom," Wes started to head for the door.

"Of course not, you're not ready. You need at least three days sleep with sexually enhanced dreams so that you'll have sufficient stamina on your wedding night."

"What?" Wes turned his head. And that was a mistake. A fine mist sprayed over his face. It smelled sweet and cloying... and... darkness fell.

Heat flushed over his body. Desire. Disgust. Good Lord... tentacles writhing over his body, presumably to give him pleasure. If he closed his eyes... yes, then it was pleasurable. But seeing the spindly appendages... worrying about what they might do next... he was about to have a bloody heart attack.

"No... No!" he shouted, "oh...yes... but no! Damnation, get your bloody tentacles off me...no, I said off me, not get me off..." he struggled harder.

Kate arched a brow as she set the tray down on his nightstand and sat on the bed next to Wesley's writhing and body as he arched up into the sheet which prominently tented just over his groin to mark his arousal. It had been like this for the last six hours. If Roxwald hadn't assured her that he'd be okay as soon as the drug passed through his system, Kate would have been more worried. But as it was, she couldn't help but be amused at the entire escapade that had ultimately landed them here in Wesley's apartment.

Taking the cloth from the cool bowl of water on the nightstand, Kate squeezed it out and dabbed it across his brow, resisting the urge to lift the sheet to take a peek at just what the phantom tentacles were doing to Wesley this time.

"Shhh... hey... Cambridge..." she whispered huskily, hoping this time she might be able to rouse him from the dream state. "If anybody's going to be getting you off... it's going to be me..."

He gripped the tentacle, gripped it tight. "Don't - want - this," he ground out, even as his body protested.

Then the words sank in. Kate. Jacknifing at the thought they'd grafted tentacles on her, he hit his forehead against hers. "Argh..." in his hand was her wrist... not a tentacle. He blinked, searched her face, then ran his hand down her body. "You're tentacle-free."

"Last time I checked," she confirmed with a smirk. "But if you like, I can see about getting a costume..." she playfully traced a circle around his nipple before leaning down and creating a suction with her lips to mimic how a tentacle might actually feel. He tasted salty from the night sweats and she licked her lips as she released him.

He shivered, but jerked away. "Don't even joke about it. Really no way to make a man feel worse or more vulnerable than winding a long thin thing or ten around his body. As I tried to explain to Andrew, phallic symbols are too personal and rather scary in combination with other factors..." he felt her shaking against him. Lifting her face, he confirmed she was laughing!

Kate felt bad. She really did. After all, the entire thing was her fault in the first place. But she couldn't help laughing out loud in response to the mortified look on Wesley's face as he was just starting to shake the dreams the Princess had foisted on him as a warm up exercise before the coupling ceremony.

"I'm sorry..." Kate apologized when she was able to control her amusement enough to make a straight face. "Roxwald filled me in on the dream sequencing process when we were plotting your rescue. There really is something remarkably... uh... sensual about... the way they throb... and can maneuver into small crevices... You know... there's this whole subculture into tentacle porn. I understand the Japanese love it. I'm really starting see why you might be into it," she managed before she cracked up into a fit of snickers.

"You're scaring me all over again." He took a breath. "What happened? Last thing I remember is they were putting me in some sort of sleep state."

"Yes... well... Princess Alrexanda found out we weren't actually married when I went to explain about the bowl. So... well, you know she's had her eyes on you. All of them... even the one on the back of her head," Kate's lip quivered as she struggled not to laugh. "So she sent... well... I guess it's the equivalent of her Bride's Maids after you for this ritual period of dream cleansing. Get you all prepped... for... you know, the ceremony," the former detective explained as clinically as possible given the scenario.

Kate helped Wesley sit up a bit and offered him a glass of cold water that she had brought on the tray. He had to be completely dehydrated. "Roxwald helped me get you out of there."

He drained the water, every bit of it, as he digested what she was saying. He didn't miss the edge of amusement as she explained what happened.

Sliding his arms around her waist, he lay down, dragging her body over his. "Well, whatever they did... I appear to have grown a tentacle of sorts, and it is at least partly your fault."

Her hip shifted over his arousal, causing him to hiss. "I did hear you say something about... getting me off?"

Kate's brows lifted in surprise at Wesley's uncharacteristically crass suggestion. Not that she wasn't enjoying teasing him as she reflexively gyrated her hips in response. But it made her wonder just how much Faith might be rubbing off on him. Or flat out rubbing him, for that matter. Not that she cared... really. It was just sex. There was no exclusivity to their relationship, implied or otherwise. Not that she was seeing anybody else, but she would if she wanted to. It just so happened she didn't.

"I might be able to help you out there..." she offered suggestively as she started unbuttoning her shirt. "If you're up for it, that is..."

"I seem to be very...very up for this." With her at such close quarters, it would have been the case even without the viagra substitute they'd foisted on him.

Once he helped peel her shirt off, he ran his hands over her silky smooth skin. Raising his knees, he pushed her back so she sat on him, groaning slightly at the contact between their bodies. "I'm a tortured man. Tell me you're about to save me." He unhooked her bra, watched mesmerized as it fell away from her.

"Thought I already did that..." she reminded him as she leaned forward and nipped at his lower lip, closing her eyes as her breasts brushed against his bare chest. Pushing herself forward along his body so he could work on removing the rest of her clothing, Kate hissed as the stubble of his beard scraped against the sensitive peaks of her nipples.

"Save me again," he said, his voice raw and husky as he skimmed his mouth across her chest. "Let's see what you've got on under, shall we. Have to make sure there are no tentacles."

Once he'd stripped her of her jeans, he started an exploration of her body. "None here... or here... definitely none here," he cupped her and molded her close, lifting his hips.

Still straddling him and now with but a thin wisp of cotton separating them, Kate arched her back and rocked against his pulsing arousal. Lifting her arms, she pulled her fingers through her hair before looking down, locking her gaze onto him like a heat seeking missal.

"You know, you didn't even get a bachelor party... I could arrange a lap dance for you..." she shifted just enough to allow his erection to slip beneath the slick fabric of her panties. Her eyes darkened as the sensation enveloped her and she leaned forward in response, moving so their bodies connected at her most sensitive spot. "Oh... god..." she hissed as she sucked in a sharp breath, her sense of urgency suddenly magnified tenfold.

"Forget the lap dance," she reached over to the nightstand doing her best not to break the exquisite contact. As she pulled the drawer open and fumbled around for his condoms she looked up in frustration, her eyes falling on a pair of boots that she hadn't seen before. Too small and too dangerous for Wesley -- but not Faith.

Pulling her eyes away, Kate drew back and rolled off him and onto her back to catch her breath and force the image of him fucking Faith out of her mind.

Finding himself thrusting air, he gave a groan and rolled over, trapping her beneath him. "I don't think I can take a lap dance either," he reached into the drawer, rustled around and pulled out a foil square. "I feel like I've had one that stretched over days."

Kate's body went rigid as he turned away to get the condom. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else... anything but Faith. Conjuring an image of Wesley handcuffed to the bed in Mexico did the trick and the blonde let her leg fall away to allow his thigh to press against her once again. She pushed her head back into the pillow and moaned in response to his touch, but she did not open her eyes and she continued to run the fantasy in her mind.

Tearing the pack with his teeth, he quickly took care of business and positioned himself. He gave her a hard kiss. "Let's see about saving me now, shall we?" The feel of her fingers clenching into his back was all the answer he needed. Lifting slightly, he entered her with a quick thrust, throwing back his head with pleasure as she enveloped him. He lifted one of her legs up around him, and buried himself inside her again, and again with long easy strokes that were about to be the death of him.

His breath labored, his body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, he did his damnedest to keep to the rhythm he'd set and not ram into her repeatedly until he found release. Damned bloody dreams, they had him on the verge of his control and he'd only just started.

Kate gasped, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she pulled him deeper with each thrust of his hips. Her mind was a swirl of erotic images... their first night together after she'd danced on the bar... Dirt smudged Wesley in Mexico... stifled moans in the cramped space of the airplane bathroom... Faith. She released a frustrated groan, lost to the mewls and rapid breaths that accompanied her own intense arousal.

Focus. Focus. Kate focused on the games they played, the seduction... the mutual desire... the ultimate consummation... all of it sending blood rushing to her core as he drew in and out of her with longs strokes. She could sense his need for release and she wrapped her legs around his waist and contracted every muscle to gain the greatest possible friction.

Wesley's muscles strained under the exertion of his movements. The sounds coming from the back of her throat and the way she tightened around him made him blind with white hot lust. "Kate," he whispered roughly against her ear, "so close..." sliding his hand under her, he lifted her up, trying to bring her to a peak before it was too late.

His ragged voice sent a flare of heat soaring through her body. Responsively, Kate arched into him, releasing a desperate whimper as she grappled for her own climax... but it hovered just out of reach. She could tell he was holding out for her so in a sudden move, she pivoted onto her side, lifting her leg up and across his chest and over his right shoulder to he could stroke her as he ground against her.

Holding herself up with her forearms, Kate bit her lip and grunted against his weight. And as he picked up her cue and flicked his thumb against her slick nub, her eyes popped wide with a lightening strike of pleasure that made her gasp. As her blurred vision came into focus, she saw two swords laying casually on his dresser. Two. Swords. Fucking Faith.

With a frustrated groan, Kate instantly knew there was no way it was going to happen for her. Looking down the curve of her waist and into his tormented expression, she could see that he had long since passed the point of no return. So she did what any woman would do under the circumstances and faked it.

"Uh... oh god. Yesss..." she cried out, screwing up her face into and expression of pure rapture. "Yes... Wes... now... god... please...." she begged, clamping down her leg and deliberately contracting her muscles convulsively around him.

The intensity of her pleasure milked a smug male smile out of him. He ran his thumb over her one last time, gripped her thigh and raised her up. His back stiffened as he drove into her over and over, quick short thrusts that quickly took him over the edge. He cried out his pleasure, still bucking against her a few times even after he found release. Sighing lightly, he sought out her mouth and kissed her, lifting his head in question when she didn't respond.

Kate realized too late that she had better damn well kiss him back or there would be questions she wasn't prepared to answer... and reasons she would never cop to. Mustering a believable shudder, Kate found his lips and kissed him quickly, clenching her thighs around him and throwing her head back into the pillow as if she were still reeling from the waves of multiple climaxes. At least that would explain her inattentiveness and stroke his ego at the same time.

He moved his hips in circles, never letting up until she went completely limp. Chuckling lightly, he kissed her one more time. "You'll have to thank Princess Alrexandra for this round."

Rolling on her side when he finally pulled away, Kate mumbled, "Yeah, I'll be sure to thank the bitch." Kate wanted to scream. Her whole body was a seizing mass of nerve endings that craved contact, yet she wanted nothing more then to be away from him at that particular moment.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Kate let out a long, ragged breath. "I'm going to shower," she said adding belatedly, "Look what you did to me..." she turned and ran her fingers through sweaty strands of blonde hair in explanation.

He laughed and swept her hair away from her face. "And look what you did to me. Perhaps we should take that shower together. Another work out shouldn't hurt."

Kate pulled away and headed for the bathroom so he couldn't se her face as she lied, "No... no, don't tempt me. Now that you're conscious, I've got to get started on the job I agreed to do in order to get you out of hock." She stopped when she reached the bathroom and looked over her shoulder, locking his gaze momentarily. "Besides, you should really save your energy..." she disappeared behind the door and turned on the water as she added, "...for training."

"...For..." he was quite confused. And then he saw the training gear Faith had left. Ah... Kate must think he had another session with Faith today. Didn't she realize that took a different type of stamina? "I suppose I wore her out," he muttered. That brought a smile to his lips as he listened to the sound of water from the shower.

{end}

Parting Promises

catscorner — Sun, 07 Aug 2005 09:03:21 GMT

Title: Parting Promises
Author: Cathie (catscorner) and Margaret (vikingprincess)
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Cordy/Doyle
Rating: PG
Characters: Not mine, Joss' - I'm just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Note: This is a scene from a RPG called Life Beyond the Hellmouth where the PtB allowed Doyle to live again and fight alongside Angel Investigations and has been dating Cordelia for a few months. Caution: Have tissues handy!

Cordelia dipped her hand into the bucket of popcorn that floated next to her on the couch where Dennis sat. Tears pooled in her eyes as she sat glued to the TV, absently chewing the popcorn as she curled her knees up under her and pulled the comforter around her a little tighter. Soft, romantic music cued the final scene of Before Sunrise and she waited with baited anticipation to see if Ethan Hawke's character would meet back up with Celine in 6 months like they promised each other.

And then the credits rolled.

"What?!" Cordelia protested loudly, jumping up and apparently startling Dennis as evidenced by the popcorn spilling onto the floor. "How can they just end it there? We don't get to know if they ever see each other again! That's just--" she stomped her foot maddeningly, "--not fair!"

The ringing phone interrupted her emotional tantrum. "What kind of director just leaves you hanging like that..." she scowled at the popcorn as it floated back up into the bowl as if Dennis would know the answer. "Geeez!" she turned around and picked up her phone.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice still laced with a mixture of sadness for the characters she'd just fallen in love with and bitterness that she would never know what would happen to them. They better do a sequel.

"Hullo, princess. Oh, but I've missed the sound of your sweet voice." Calling Cordelia was the last thing Doyle had to t\do; choices were none. And his time was slipping away fast as well. It was hard, bitter hard, to hear her voice again and know that he'd not hear it another day past this one.

"Doyle!" Cordelia immediately brightened and flashed a toothy smile. "I've missed you too. How's your mother? I bet she was surprised to see you alive. Have you been enjoying yourself? Not much happening around here as far as world-ending disasters go..." she reported in a rush of excitement. It seemed like ages ago that he'd left for Ireland to re-connect with his mother and her side of the family.

"Well, and I'd expect nothing less, as skilled as you've all become at fighting the good fight." Sure, and wasn't that the problem? A lack of balance and all; a hard choice to be made, but he'd grown accustomed to those, after all.

"Mum's fine, though a bit sad that I could tell her nothin' regarding the time or place when next we might see one another. Still, it was beyond lovely to see the fair green island where my roots are set, though it's home to me no more." He sighed. "If anything's that to me, it's here."

He changed his tone, as best as he might, for it wouldn't do to have his Cordelia sense his troubles now. Lighter, more cheerful, he asked, "So, luv, have you the time for a walk?"

"Walk?" she questioned as the rest of what he'd set registered. "Here? You're here! As in, LA? I thought you weren't coming back for another week?! What are you doing on the phone? Why aren't you here," she glanced over at where Dennis was still cleaning up the mess and she took the phone into her bedroom as she continued. "Is it because of Dennis? Because I had a talk with him and he promised not to sneak in when we're... you know. So really, we've worked out a system. I've missed you so much! And... I went to Victoria's Secret..." she teased with a sing song in her voice.

Oh, and she was tearing his heart out for certain sure. But Doyle was unsure of his strength in sticking to the bargain he'd made if he was with his princess anywhere near a bed; he'd throw away all his honor and pride to love her again like that.

"Oh, now, luv... truly that's a tempting offer, but 'tisn't only your charms in the bedroom for which I value you. You and I both know there's far more to you and to us than that!" He softened his voice, emphasizing his accent a touch and wheedling as only the Irish could wheedle. "Princess, won't you walk out with me on this fine day?"

Cordelia's smile waned as something in Doyle's voice brought a lump to her throat. "Of course I'll go for a walk. Where... where are you?" she walked over to the window just to make sure he wasn't standing right outside. That would just be too weird -- and very cliché. But nobody ever said Doyle wasn't cliché.

"I'm at our park, luv. I'll wait for you on our bench." He paused. "I'm countin' the minutes, you know, 'til I see your fine and beautiful self again." For the last time. He hung up.

Cordelia hung up the phone slowly, frowning as she looked up into the vanity mirror. Something wasn't right. Doyle turning down a direct proposition? Something was definitely off.

She did a quick refresh of her make-up and changed into something less sitting-around-the-house-watching-DVDs and was out of the house and on her way to the park down the street. Had he met someone in Ireland? An old girlfriend maybe? Was he about to break up with her? By the time she rounded the corner of the path where Doyle came into view, she'd run through all the possible scenarios she could think of. But as soon as she saw him and could see in his eyes how glad he was to see her, all anxiety vanished and she rushed into his arms.

Doyle rocked back on his heels at the force of his princess' rush into his arms, and held her with a desperation born of love. He buried his face in her hair, and breathed in her wonderful scent, and held her long enough to be sure he'd not started weeping.

Then he loosed his hold a wee bit, and pressed his lips to hers, glorying for a brief moment in the taste of heaven that was all Cordelia.

Cordelia kissed him back, moving her lips and body against him, unconcerned who might be watching. Kissing meant he wasn't breaking up with her -- and if it did, he'd have a big fat lip to remind him of the error of his ways. Still, something was off.

Breathlessly, she pulled back just enough to lock his gaze, searching his eyes for a clue. "Doyle... what is it? There's something wrong..."

He smiled ruefully. "Never could hide a thing from your beautiful eyes, then, could I?" He reached down to the bench beside them, picked up her Double Mocha Frappacino with real whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles, and handed it to her. He waited for her to sit.

With both hands on the cup as if she could draw warmth to subdue the chill that snaked up her spine as he confirmed her suspicion, Cordelia stared into the perfectly peaked whip cream for a moment. Numbly, she sat on the bench and took a breath before looking back up to find strength in his eyes.

She was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, in the world or out of it; he'd thought so since the day he first met her, and nothing had ever occurred to change his mind. They'd had a time of it, too, back then, neither sure of the desires or inclinations of the other! And no time to discover them either. At least the case had been different this time, though to be sure it made what he had to say more dreadful than the last time. Praying for more evil went against everything he'd fought for in his short life, and everything for which he'd died, and yet he found himself hoping for it.

Praying for it with all his passionate, besotted soul, he was, that this wouldn't be the last time he'd touch her sweet face, kiss her sweet lips. He stopped his tender reminiscences before his will flowed away like water.

"Cordelia," he began, and was betrayed by his heart, standing there speechless and staring at her.

She knew. She knew by the way he was looking at her that it was bad. It was the worst thing she could imagine. He was leaving. Or dying. Either would be equally painful. Her lip quivered, but she did not look away. There was strength in his eyes. Strength that she needed.

A single tear rolled down Cordelia's perfect cheek, traveling a slow journey until it fell into her perfectly peaked whip cream. She'd been here before. Only this time, instead of the chaotic roar of a vortex churning only feet away, they had only the sound of birds and children playing as a soundtrack to accompany the closing credits.

"Tell me..." she managed finally, her eyes still searching his for the answers.

"Princess-- luv-- I'll be leaving again." He closed his eyes briefly, a tear to match hers trailing down his face. But he couldn't deny himself any sight of her that he might yet have, and so he opened them again. Slowly, dreamlike, his hand rose to her so-beloved face, stroked the tear away. "You'll have noticed how little activity there's been at the Hellmouth of late?" He paused. "The balance-- it's off. Far, far off. And the Powers, they're demanding a reckoning. Too much good in the world, they say. And they require a balance, they do, or they'll rip the lid from it to make one." Helplessly, he sat beside her, taking her hand between both of his.

"They're requiring it of me, luv. I must go."

Wordlessly, Cordelia shook her head. Defiantly. No. She refused to believe what he was saying. She wasn't having any of it.

"They can't do that." It was a simple statement of fact.

"Luv-- Cordelia-- They can't force me to it, it's true. There's always free will. But I owe them. Never would I have had the chance to tell you how I love you, or to hold you against me in the night, had they not sent me back before, when the balance required it then. And now there's got to be a balance in the other direction. If I don't go --if I stay here with you, my luv," and he raised her hand between his, kissed it tenderly, "they'll unleash the very fiends from the Pit. None would live. You'd not survive, nor anyone else either. The world could go hang for all of me, but I'll not sacrifice everything you're meant to be, all you're meant to do, for the sake of my selfish need to love you 'til we're old and gray and laid in a tomb side by side."

Tenderly, he stroked her glorious hair. "I have to go. You know it as well as I do; sometimes, a sacrifice is required. For this time, for this place, it's me." He gazed steadily into her eyes, begging her to understand.

Tears streamed freely now and Cordelia choked back a sob as she continued shaking her head in denial -- as if she could somehow unravel the labyrinth of logic that only the Powers could have concocted. "That makes no sense!" she protested, adding weakly, "I'm not meant to do anything any more. You have the visions..." she paused and her eyes went wide as she abruptly pulled back with a stricken expression. "And you're NOT giving them back! Did you trick me?" the accusation flashed in her eyes. "Did you trick me with that kiss again!! I don't want them back!" her strangled voice choked hoarsely. "They can take me! I owe you my life. Let them take me," she pleaded before looking up into the sky and crying out, "TAKE ME!"

Cordelia's entire body shook as she stared upward, willing herself to start glowing and drift up into the sky. "Leave him... take me..." she begged through her sobs.

Doyle's heart tore in two within his chest. "My luv, beloved... Cordelia. They won't. You're needed here. But they made me a promise. When the balance tips the other way --of which there's no doubt, soon or late, it will tip back again-- the Powers, they've promised--" He gathered her into his arms, enfolding her with his love, shaking with the glory of having known her love in return, the dread of leaving it behind him. His throat closed tight with unshed tears. He'd always known she had that strength and will within. Now he was seeing it, in her desperate attempt to bargain with the Powers. She was the most astounding woman he'd ever known.

"No..." she buried her face in her chest, fisting his shirt in a futile attempt to meld with him so they would take her too... or leave him be. She just couldn't let him go. Not again. The Powers were so fucked up. How could they do this? If only she could crawl into his soul... if only...

Sobs wracked her body for a long time as they held each other in the park. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but when she finally pulled back, her eyes were swollen and red.

"They promised..." she clung to his last words.

He kissed her tears away, shaken to the very marrow of his bones, and finished. "--that if the balance were to tip too far the other way, I'd be the first they sent back. And that if that were to happen, Princess, 'twould be the last time I was sent or called somewhere by Them." He laughed, shakily. "Is't wrong that I find myself hopin' for times to be hard here, while I'm gone from your side?"

"No," she shook her head without hesitation or guilt for feeling the same. It was a seriously messed up world where they yanked the heroes out of play to even the score. "It's not wrong. And you will be back. And I'll be here..."

He kissed her then, with all the futile love in his heroic, romantic heart; kissed her the way he wouldn't dare if there were the danger of a bed and a room blessed with privacy nearby, and when he was done, he said, "You'll be here then. And I will as well... one day."

{End}