CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S - Trials: Perchance to Dream

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: R
PAIRINGS:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
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Willow dreamt of heat and pleasure twisting into pain and back again. She danced naked in the mist, her hands entwined with Buffy's and Drusilla's. Flowers dripped from their hair as they twirled around a fire. Perspiration glistened on skin marked with henna and kohl, and every movement was sensual and innocent at the same time.

Arching her neck, Willow opened her eyes and smiled at the full moon that hung low in the sky. The leather around her throat constricted slightly at the angle of her head, and she smiled wider at its presence.

Blood began to slip from beneath the leather, down over her breast to slowly bead at the tip of one puckered nipple.

From the darkness they came, two males, naked, sniffing the air. The three women stopped moving and dropped their hands, then turned as one. The males stopped prowling towards them and seemed to shrink.

Thunder clapped and the wind picked up, blowing the embers of the fire across the ground and setting the trees on fire.

...and Willow found herself floating on a raft down a lazy river, the sun beating down on her, butterflies flittering above her head...

Buffy was awakened by the bed shifting beneath her. Blinking into the pre-dawn gloom with eyes accustomed to the dark, she saw Spike pulling on his clothes.

Tugging his shirt over his head, stretching the sore muscles of his back, Spike nodded. "Yeah, gotta keep the prick placated." He saw the expression on the Slayer's face fall, and grimaced, but didn't know what to say to her about the male they both hated as much as they loved. "I just wanted to make sure Willow knew that I was okay."

Buffy sat up, tugging the blanket around herself, and glanced down at the deeply sleeping red head. "Are you? Okay?"

"Yeah, Slayer. I've had worse." He shrugged and winced. "Tell Willow I'll come to her tonight, if I can."

As he slipped from the room, Buffy sighed softly and drew her knees up to her chin. Willow stirred and turned onto her side, her hand brushing against Buffy's side. Buffy patted it gently, as a sweet sorrow filled her.

Finding the other side of the bed as empty as it had been when she had finally given up and gone to sleep around one, Jenny frowned and reached for her robe. As she started down the steps, she saw a light coming down the hallway from the study. Walking silently, she pushed open the half-closed door, and felt her heart flutter.

Giles sat at his desk, head resting on a pile of books, eyes closed, a gentle snore issuing from him.

As Jenny slipped into the room, he stirred and blinked his eyes open, quickly shaking off the sleep.

"What time is it?" Giles asked as he shoved his glasses up his nose and winced as his shoulder muscles screamed at him.

"Oh...a couple of hours ago. I didn't want to disturb you, and..." He gestured to several open books.

"Young and exuberant, and young and stuffy." He yawned behind one hand and rubbed his aching neck with the other.

Giles noted her concern and tried to give her a gentle smile. "Yes, but we'll survive. We always do."

Jenny rose and stepped over to him, reaching for his hand. "Come to bed, Rupert."

He let her tug him to his feet and they sank together, embracing tightly. "I know, luv. I know."

Faith walked through a cool, stone room. A fire blazed on a large hearth, and candles sat on every surface.

Curled on a leather couch was Buffy. She wore a pink lace gown, her blonde hair curled around her shoulders, and her feet were bare. She didn't look up at Faith, but spoke softly. "Why do you want to ruin everything?"

Before Faith could formulate an answer, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of a man. He was tall and dark, clothed only in leather pants that hung low on his hips. As he passed her to go to the fireplace, she saw a tattoo on his shoulder blade, but couldn't make out his features.

"Are you talking to me?" Faith asked. She lifted a hand and saw that a stake was in it. Frowning, she took a step forward, then stopped.

Buffy was gone, replaced by the red head. She wore an emerald leather mini skirt and vest. Her skin was porcelain and her eyes glittered as green as her outfit. She lifted a goblet to her lips.

Music filled the room, something full of violins and flutes, and the female vampiress from the cemetery danced into the room, an old fashioned doll in her hand.

The man at the hearth turned, but Faith still couldn't see his face. Smoke began to fill the room, and suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder. She spun and found herself facing the other Slayer, now wearing jeans and a top.

"You shouldn't be here," Buffy stressed. "You shouldn't be here interfering. This is my town. I know how to take care of things."

Faith snorted and tugged her arm free as the smoke grew thicker. Behind her she could hear low growls. "Yeah, you're taking good care of things." Sarcasm rung in her voice. "Your little fuck buddy is a vampire now."

Faith started to cough, the smoke swirling around her. "What's going on in this town, B?"

Buffy quirked a smile. "Me to know. You to never find out." She vanished, and the building vanished, leaving Faith alone atop a hill watching the sun rise.

"All you will find here is death, little girl," came a growl from right behind her.

As the sun broke the horizon, Spike parked his motorcycle and headed for the front door. It opened, framing Angel in the light from the chandelier. He smirked smugly and stepped aside for the younger male to enter.

Spike slipped out of his duster as he walked into the main room. Asleep on the sofa, Drusilla lay curled in a child-like ball. "I wanted her to know I wasn't dust."

Angel snorted and reached for the vampiress, scooping her up in his arms. "Bed time, boys and girls." Spike trailed behind them up the stairs and into Angel's bedroom. As Angel stripped the clothes from Drusilla's limp body, Spike removed his own, carefully stretching the nearly healed wounds on his back.

Strong arms slipped around him from behind and a pair of lips placed several kisses along his shoulders.

"Healing nicely," Angel murmured, then licked at the nearly faded bite marks on his childe's neck. He stiffened and his arms tightened. "You smell like vanilla, like Buffy."

Spike's eyes widened and he went still at the growl from his sire. "She was there, at Willow's, on the bed," he managed to get out without stammering.

Slowly Angel relaxed and his hands slid down over Spike's flanks. "It's interesting, you smelling like her...tantalizing..."

"Are you boys playing without me?" Drusilla asked sleepily. Both males turned and looked at her, kneeling naked on the bed.

Drusilla grinned back, running her tongue across her white teeth. "I'm not asleep anymore."

Both males prowled towards the bed and pounced, making the vampiress squeal in pleasure.

Cordelia awoke to lips on her cheek and neck. Rolling onto her back, she blinked open her eyes and gazed sleepily up at Xander.

"Yep," she agreed fully. Opening her arms, she drew her boyfriend into her embrace and an enthusiastic kiss.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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