BS:VH IV ...to forgive, divine
Title: To Forgive, Devine - BS:VH IV
Author: Heather Sinclair
Email: Heather @buffysboudoir.com
Pairing: Canon Pairings and Buffy/Richard
Spoilers: BTVS Season 7, Anita Blake - CS, BS:VH III To Err is Human.
Disclaimer: This story, and any content relating to "Buffy the
Vampire Slayer and Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter" are not authorized by Fox, Joss Weadon, Laurell K. Hamilton, or The Berkley Publishing Group. I own my computer ... Can I have AB and Buffy instead?
Authors Notes: To understand what the heck is going on, you might want to read the BS:VH series I, II, and III.
Additional Author's Notes: The timeline got kinda funky. CS took place in early September and BS:VH III is in mid December. Please excuse the time problem and reset to right after the events in CS. I will make time corrections in previous stories as time allows. LKH says that her next Anita book won't be out until next fall and will take place around Halloween. So, I have about 6 weeks to place with for the next year. So save the questions on why I am going so slow in book time and blame it on the goddess LKH, or rather her publishers. ENOUGH HEATHER, START THE FREAKIN' STORY ALREADY!
I think it was the longest eight weeks in my life. A bill was recently passed in the legislature that made all vampire executioners federal marshals. The only hitch was that you had to have been a licensed executioner for at least three years. Needless to say I didn't make the time limit. So Animators Inc.'s two newest recruits, Larry Kirkland and myself, had to go take a course.
On the trip, Larry and I got to know each other fairly well. He's about 5'4 with short curly red hair and a trim, firm body, not that I notice that kind of stuff with my Big Bad Wolf-man waiting at home for me. Really.
Larry just found out recently that he's gonna be a daddy. His girlfriend, works for the police in the same unit as Anita's buddies. Her name is Tammy Reynolds. Apparently they weren't expecting their little bundle of joy and plan on getting married late in October before she starts showing.
This made me kinda nervous. I really haven't had time to get back on the pill and Richard and I have been very naughty and very irresponsible. Not that I wouldn't mind starting a family, but I don't have a ring on my finger and I'm kinda an old fashion girl where families are involved. Needless to say I've seen a doctor and got properly medicated. And since I just got back to St. Louis I have a burning desire to try it out. But you really don't need the details.
Larry and I looked around after we exited our plane. The heightened security in the airports didn't allow people to be waiting for you when you got off the plane, but old habits die hard. It wasn't until we reached the front part of the airport that I scented him. Richard.
"Larry I have to go. I'll see ya later."
"Bye," was his only response.
There was a mass of people and I was too short to look over the crowd, so I followed his scent. Adrenaline rushed through me at the thought of running my fingers through his thick brown curls and tasting him on my lips, so much so that I start pushing my way past a number of complaining people. Well they wouldn't get out of my way and I had things that needed attending to, namely a very intense itch that needed serious scratching.
I finally broke through and saw Jamil and Shang-Da, his Skö ll and Hati respectively. They were his bodyguards and chief enforcers of the pack. Just seeing them again made me catch my breath, because I hadn't really realized how much I missed the pack until now.
They were standing shoulder to shoulder obviously blocking someone that was sitting behind them. Shang-Da nodded at seeing me and Jamil smiled brightly. I don't think I have ever seen Shang-Da smile, frown definitely, but never smile. My pulse quickened and I almost started to pant. Being a werewolf has really done some wiggy weird things to me.
They stepped aside as I neared and I almost screamed at the sight before me. Richard sat there half smiling with a really guilty look on his face. The almost screaming thing was caused by his nearly buzz cut hairstyle. My beautiful curls!
With a really sheepish look on his face he said, "Hi, Buffy."
His arms were wide for me and I had almost forgot that I hadn't seen my baby in eight weeks. I closed on him quickly and he took me in his strong arms. My right leg had a mind of its own and started rubbing against the outside of his left. I missed the feel of lips crushing my own with terrifying need.
My hands held on to his neck and slowly moved up to his shorn locks. Then I broke the kiss and slid my lips across his face, behind his ear, inhaling his scent. I was still in heaven he was still my Richard, buzz cut and all.
"I missed you." I whispered.
"I love you." he returned.
That caught me off guard, but in a good way, and I had to see his eyes. Yep, he loved me. I did the only thing that I could think of and hugged him harder. "I love you too."
"Don't ever go away again."
I giggled. "I promise."
"Please, ma petite, just one more bite."
"It is not my mission in life to constantly keep feeding you, Jean-Claude."
He didn't do the hurt-little-boy look very well. "Is it my fault that once taken, it is better and better with every bite?"
I rolled my eyes. "It's a Cinn-a-bun. The only thing that I get over and over is fatter."
"Again with the mysterious increase in what I can only love more and more."
I've warned him before about talking about a woman's weight. "Fine, one more bite, but you have to help me work off the calories."
His hidden grin widened. He still never showed any fang. It was gouache to advertise to the common folk apparently. "Oui, ma petite. However, you will need to finish the entire pastry if we are to compensate for the increased intake."
That made things inside my body go low and tight. I've been quite the naughty girl as of late. After Belle Morte's toying with the ardeur, I seem to have lost what little control I had made. Even after the multiple feedings from Jean-Claude, Jason, Micah, over the last couple of days, I needed them more and more.
I had gotten it down to twice a day, but now I was back to three times. I've turned back into slut girl.
It took every ounce of self-restraint that I possessed to not jump Richard in the back seat as the boys drove us home, and I could tell by the straining bulge in the front of Richard's jeans that he felt the same way.
Becoming wolfy had done nothing for my good-girl image. Though according to Willow, my opposite, in her world, was quite the slut-girl; what, with doing Spike and all ... ick.
The drive home took entirely too long and when we finally rolled up in the driveway I had the door open and was half-dragging Richard to the front door while he was telling the boys to take the afternoon off and knit or something; I really wasn't in the mood for listening.
He was laughing when I pulled him through the door and slammed it loudly.
"You think this is funny?" I teased.
He shrugged with a smirk on his kissable lips. A low, rumbling growl found it's way up from my throat and his eyes locked, frozen on mine. I could see the flickering of warm amber outlining his cornea. I knew mine had long gone in the heat of the moment.
"Richard." I almost didn't recognize the sound of my own voice, thick and low as it was.
"Yeah." He responded with a whisper.
"Richard, why aren't you fucking me?"
His smirk returned, but only for a moment. In the next he had me turned around and bent over the couch, the sundress I was wearing, pulled up, passed my waist and my matching thong in tatters on the floor. The speed of the movement made my head swoon and my eyes rolled up into my head with wanton desire.
I haven't been a virgin for about five years, and in that time I've had a nice handful of guys that have given me the experience that I needed to know. However with them it was slow and skillful. With Richard it was urgent and passionate. We desired each other like each time was our last moment on Earth. Pain and pleasure mixed in with our play and it was welcome.
My face was buried in the couch cushion as I waited, whimpering for his first thrust. His overly-hot hand slid up my spine to the nape of my neck. He took hold of my hair and pulled my head back as he entered me. My eyelids crushed together and my mouth opened in a silent scream as he finally entered me fully. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't move except to open my eyes wide in an attempt to grasp what was happening to me.
He pulled back out and I found my breath. It came in stuttered gasps, but only for a brief moment before he was back into me and we continued for what seemed like hours.
I sat in Jean-Claude's office while he attended to some mundane vampire matter. My head slumped to the desk and I closed my eyes and whispered to myself. "I hope someone is getting laid tonight, 'cause is sure the hell ain't me."