Primal Hiding - Seduction
The slayer was pacing in the small hotel room. It would be dark soon and she needed to go out. That angry feeling of rejection still hadn’t gone away, and her human counterpart of was still bawling her imaginary eyes out. She could hear it, feel it and she didn’t like it at all. It only added to her own pain and anger. She stopped pacing when she heard a knock on the door. Whoever it was didn’t wait for a replay and Cordelia walked into the room, and the slayer couldn’t help but smile a small sly smile.
/Hey! That’s our Willow-smile. You put that away right now or so help me God I will take control again. And I’ll go far, far away from Sunnydale and L.A. and we won’t see Willow ever again./ the human Buffy threatened. The slayer couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
*No you won’t.* She was met with silence which she was glad for. She watched as Cordelia sat down on the edge of the bed. She let her slayer senses roam and she knew that Angel was standing outside of the door along with another human, but she wasn’t sure who it was. Probably Wesley. He had been very curious about her and actually wanted to sit down with a notebook and a pencil and ask her questions and get her to spar with the souled vampire and take notes.
“Ok, so, um, as you probably already know—and I’m judging this solely by the frown on your face—that Angel is outside the door, but Giles is here too. He came to talk some sense into you and get you to go home,” she said hesitantly. The only reason Cordelia was in here now was because the boys had made her. The slayer hadn’t allowed any other person to come into the room, and they had tried very hard to gain the slayer’s trust. But whenever she saw someone that wasn’t Cordelia poke their head in she would roar loudly, and throw something at them.
“Me no go home. Willow not want me, me have no home,” she said sadly and sat down on the bed next to Cordelia and wrapped her arms around the girl. Cordelia let out a large sigh and started to rub the length the of slayer’s back. It was kind of hard for her to believe that little mousy Willow had been able to cause all of this damage. But then again she wasn’t so sure about that either. According to her contact in Sunnydale Willow isn’t all mousy anymore. She’s come out of her shell and has evolved into a confident, beautiful woman, who actually has somewhat of a fashion sense. Cordelia even had the guy take pictures and send them to her to prove the fashion part.
“Mmm, you feel good,” the slayer purred and wrapped her arms a little tighter around Cordelia. The brunette tensed up and she pulled away and surprisingly the slayer let her, but she did stay really close to her and the look in those yellow eyes was really starting to get under Cordelia’s skin. In a very bad way, or at least that’s what she’s telling herself.
“Buffy,” she said and then let out a nervous laugh. “I know that Willow shot you down, and it is really painful. I can’t even imagine how painful it must be.” She paused the look on Buffy’s face went from predatory to hurt and sad. It made Cordelia feel really bad for saying what she’s about to say. “But we can’t sleep together just because Willow turned you down. For one thing–and no offense–but I don’t swing that way. And for another, if you sleep with me then you’ll blow every chance of ever getting together with Willow clear out of the water.”
/Listen to her. Don’t do this. I know we both want comfort, and I know we’re still a little worked up from slaying earlier, but you cannot try to sleep with Cordelia or else–stop ignoring me!/
“Willow not want me, Willow hurt me. We can sleep together. We already did,” she said sounding confused. She watched as pure shock and horror fell upon Cordelia’s face. She looked over to the pillow and the spot on the bed that was still messed up from where they had been sleeping. She watched Cordelia as she too looked at the spot and realization smacked into her face at about a thousand miles per hour causing her to physically back up a little.
“Oh! You mean sleep-sleep. I know we already did that, and there was nothing wrong with that...” she tried to chase away all of the good feelings she gotten from the sleeping. “But we can’t have sex together. Because I know for a fact that if we did that then it would probably kill Willow.” Confusion once again fell on the slayer’s face. She was going to ask Cordelia about it but then her human part piped in again.
/She’s not being serious, she doesn’t mean it will really kill her, just that if you sleep with Cordelia then Willow will be in so much pain that she’ll feel like she’s dieing. Although I highly doubt that./
*Me too. I want Cordelia, I take Cordelia.*
/No! There will be no wanting or taking Cordelia. This is Cordelia remember? Remember all of those times in high school when she was mean to us? Remember how we were always having to save her? She was such a bitch why do you want her now?/
*She soft and warm, she better then Angel.*
“Willow not want me, Willow not be killed. You warm, me want you,” she said and before Cordelia could put in a word of protest she found herself in a kiss with the slayer. The slayer’s lips were surprisingly gentle and soft, and she couldn’t for the life of her pull away from this very inviting kiss. Her head was spinning but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that this felt really good, and she once again felt bad for Willow because she had no idea what she was missing.
/No no no no no no no no no no no. No no no no no. No no no. No no. No no. NO! Stop it right now! Get your hand off of her back! Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god. I can’t believe she’s kissing back! This is bad, it feels so good, but it is so fucking wrong. Stop before you do something we can’t take back!/
The slayer’s tongue crept out of her mouth and it softly rubbed Cordelia’s bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. The feel of the warm body part seemed to snap the brunette out of her hypnotized state and she pulled back very quickly. She stood up and backed away from a smiling slayer. She was panting, trying desperately to catch her breath. She wanted to say something but no words would come out. She felt her heart rate quickening and her cheeks becoming flushed as the slayer neared. The way she was walking reminded Cordelia of a large cat stalking it’s about-to-be victim, and the look in her eyes told Cordelia that she was the victim.
“That felt good,” the slayer purred as she leaned in and kissed the brunette again. She slowly backed them up until she had Cordelia pressed up against the door. She gently grabbed onto the brunette’s wrists and held them above her head, pinning them to the wood. This time when her tongue searched for entrance she was met with no resistance. The kiss was soft, slow and when Cordelia felt a vibrating inside of her mouth it took her a few seconds to realize that the slayer was purring just like the big kitty that she really is. The brunette couldn’t help but shudder when she thought how good that would feel inside a different part of her body.
When they pulled back for air the slayer made quick work of kissing her way down to the brunette’s throat. She found the pulse point and gently sucked on it, leaving her mark for all to see. She gently rocked her hips against Cordelia’s, all of that pent up sexual need from the slaying she had done on the way here started to come rushing back. It hit her all at once and she couldn’t stop herself from growling as she lifted Cordelia off of the ground and rushed both of them over to the bed.
It all happened within the blink of an eye and Cordelia had no clue as to how she got into this position. She was lying on the bed, the slayer on top of her kissing her way down from her neck to her collar bone. She was rubbing the slayer’s back softly and their hips were grinding together. As good as this felt she knew she just had to listen to that little voice in the back of her mind. The little voice that was screaming: stop her you idiot because if Willow finds out about this she’ll turn you into a rat and feed you to a snake, and then clone your dead body and kill all of your clones!
“Buffy...stop,” she said and pushed up on the blonde’s shoulders. She was glad that the blonde didn’t fight the action, but she felt really bad when she saw the look of confusion mixed with hurt when she looked into those yellow eyes. “We can’t. I don’t want to be your rebound.” She watched as the slayer jumped off of her and started pacing the room, her hands behind her back, staring at the floor, growling softly and shaking her head from side to side.
“Willow not want me, you not want me, nobody want me!” she screamed and slammer her fist into the wall. She didn’t let Cordelia see that she had tears in her eyes. This second rejection only made the first one hurt more. She ran to the window and threw it open and jumped out. She landed on her feet with a small thud and she took off into the night, needing to kill something so bad that it physically hurt.
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