She made it back to the cottage in record time. She had just pushed open the front door when she felt her mate. She turned around slowly and unerringly her eyes immediately went to the spot in the grove of trees from where less then a few seconds later her mate emerged.
Time stood still as they stared at each other from across the expanse of the front yard. If it were possible, the space between them would have been filled with rainbow colored arcs of energy as what they felt for each other flowed from one Slayer to the other.
A leisurely sensuous smile slowly spread across her mate's face. Her eyes traveled upward from that lush mouth and the enticing little cleft in the pouty bottom lip to her mate's ultra expressive eyes. They glinted with an almost dangerous, feral light. They were startling emerald and glowed with an intensity that took her breath away. They raked possessively over her with a passion that made her shudder as if it were an actual physical caress.
She knew that look, knew that light in her mate's eyes. It was the primal, untamed side that both of them had lurking just beneath the surface. It was the wild side of her mate; it was her, the pure essence of her mate. The side that loved her, with a vitality, strength, profoundness that was all consuming and breathtaking in it's abandonment of any and all boundaries. Normally when this side of either of them came to the surface it brought out the same side in the other, but this time, for some reason, the primal side within herself, was content to give up control to its mate. As if it knew, her mate needed to reclaim her, needed reaffirmation of all that was between them. And a part of her was thrilled by the power and even the possessiveness she felt coming off her Dark Slayer in waves.
She pulled in a shaky breath, as her mate took long strides towards her. Fluidly, gracefully those long, well-muscled legs carried her mate to her. Her hips swaying enticingly, her bearing erect, proud, noble, as she moved ever closer. Her own heart beat quicker in anticipation, in awaking, in thrall of her mate and of who they were together. She realized in a way that she was being courted in a ritual, a dance that was as old as time itself.
She stood perfectly still, holding her breath as she waited for her mate to claim her, again.
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She felt her the second she stepped into the woods that surrounded the cottage they shared. Felt her as she moved quickly with feline grace towards the object of her desire. Towards the one person who made her feel alive, loved, special, cherished, beautiful, in a way no one ever had or ever could in her life. She felt her mate stop as she moved closer to the edge of the tree line towards the clearing into their front yard. Her eyes already fixed on the spot where she knew her mate would be standing waiting for her.
She stepped out into the clearing and paused. Her breath catching in her chest as her eyes devoured her mate. She could feel the energy in the air flowing between them. There was so much silently conveyed between them as their eyes locked, searched and held the other's. More said between them in the silence then mere words could ever explain, hope to describe, or even convey.
She felt a fierce possessiveness come over her and her wild side, the essences of all that she was rose up to the surface as she slowly let her eyes roam over her mate. A need thrummed under her skin to reclaim the beauty that was her mate, it was almost overwhelming it was so acute. It compelled her to move forward towards the object of all her hopes, dreams, desires, wants, needs and love. To reestablish the bond that was between them, to reclaim all that had and was there for the asking, there for both of them. To validate once again that all this wasn't just a dream. That this was her life, her dreams made a reality, no matter what those child-like voices of her past had tried to tell her. For she had finally realized what, who those voices were and with that knowledge, the child-like voices had lost, for now, their power over her.
She wasn't stupid, she knew they would rear their grotesque heads time and again throughout her life, but she was ready for them now. The scars from her past may stay with her forever but she would fight them with everything she was and next time she would reach out her hand and ask for help in defeating them yet again. Because down to the very heart of herself, she knew now without a shred of doubt, that her destiny, her life, her heart and soul was forever connected with the woman standing in front of her waiting. Waiting for her, just her. Without a reservation, she knew they were the Chosen Ones, not just to fight against the supernatural evils of the world, but the Chosen of each other and that was something that was meant to be and would be for all time.
She moved forward with the true gracefulness, sensuousness of the black panther she was so often compared to. Moved towards her destiny, knowing that she would never be alone again, never have to walk down the path of life without her mate by her side. Knowing that, even should they be separated by death that the spirit of the other would always be by their side, until the survivor joined them in the afterlife.
She moved towards her future without a second of hesitation. Her heart filled with love and her soul reaching out with invisible arms for its mate.
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She pulled her Light Slayer tightly into her steely embrace, her arms strong but gentle as they held her. Her mouth came down almost brutally in a possessive, demanding, forceful kiss. She was staking her claim, now and forever. Giving to her mate all that she was, asking for and receiving back in that unbelievably hot, wet kiss all that her mate was in return.
She lifted her mate without breaking the kiss, walked forward the few steps, nudged the door open further with her foot, entered the cottage then kicked the door closed behind her. She stopped just inside the entryway and inch by torturous inch, slid her mate down the length of her body until her feet once more touched upon the ground. She broke the kiss long enough to mumble the words that would ensure their privacy and keep any unwanted guests from showing up uninvited. She wanted no interruptions; no distractions, no animals, Furball and his mate were already with Lilith and Clotho. She wanted the world to consist of just them for a time. Wanted to take full advantage of the carefree, evil-free, responsibility-free time that they were granted while within this domain.
Her kisses became lighter and she nibbled on her mate's bottom lip, flicking her tongue out occasionally to soothe the quick sharp bites. She nibbled her way over to the corner of that soft mouth beneath hers, then trailed light kisses across a high cheekbone, stopping on her way to her destination to inhale deeply the clean, fresh smell of her Light Slayer's hair. She nuzzled for a few brief seconds then continued along her meandering path, 'til she reached a delicate ear. She lightly ran her tongue along the shell, then rested her cheek against her blonde-haired lover's.
"I want you," she rasped deeply with a slight tremor in her voice. She began to guide her mate backwards, hands on her hips steering her deeper into the room. "I want to taste every inch of you. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to hear you let go as I give you what only I can give to you." She slipped her hands up and under the back of her mate's shirt, sliding them upwards taking the shirt with her as she continued to speak and moving them both deeper into the room. "I want to feel you moving underneath me. I want to bite that soft spot right above your hip that makes you buck into me, into my mouth."
She stopped at the edge of the bed, stepped back and lifted the shirt up and over her Chosen's head, tossing it to the floor. Her fingertips lightly brushed down from shoulders to small pert breasts, sweeping around hard nipples, down over a six-pack stomach to run from each hip under the waistband of jeans, finally to meet at the buttons that held them closed. "I want to feel you pulse around me when I'm deep inside of you."
She locked her eyes with amber-gold, passion-filled eyes. "You're so beautiful," she smiled at the shudder her husky voice elicited. She dropped down to her knees, her fingers opened the first button, then her mouth worshiped the smooth skin exposed to her for long minutes. One by one, she opened the buttons, repeating her actions until a continuous moaning floated to her from above and her shoulders were gripped in a tight hold.
Reaching down she pulled off first one boot and sock, then the other. She slid her hands up the outside of deceptively well-muscled hard thighs. Her fingertips trailed inward, then peeled back each side of the jeans, her hands slid inside over a flat stomach, to slim hips. She dragged her nails along the silkily smooth skin leaving five trails of fire on each leg as she slid her mate's jeans and silk thong down. She gently lifted one foot out of the pool of clothes, then the other. For a brief minute, she rested her cheek up against her mate's inner thigh.
"I want to take you to a place you've never been before..." she whispered as she rubbed her cheek on the softest skin she had ever known. Her hands smoothed up the back of tensed thighs, over a firmly rounded ass, to the base of her lover's spine. She glided her hands up further as she followed, rising from her knees, sliding tightly along her Light Slayer's body. Teasing her with sharp nips, light licks, tender kisses on her way. "...and then take you there again and again."
She once again locked their eyes, the feral, primal, possessive light in them even stronger then before. She saw an answering light in her mate's eyes and though there were no words spoken, she felt it as her mate gave up all control to her again. She leaned down, brushing her lips across the lush, full ones beneath hers, a low growling-purr rumbling in her chest. She teased, with soft, then hard kisses, whispering to her heart and soul in her husky voice between kisses. "I want to make you scream for release. I want to make you moan, growl and pant from my touch, from my kisses. I want to feel you claw at my back and thrash against me." She broke their gaze and bit quickly, reverently at her mark on her mate's pulse point. Then she lifted her head, once again capturing those amber-gold eyes with her own.
"I want to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. Hard, fast, rough, with my mouth, with my fingers, with everything I am." She growled out huskily, fiercely. If her mate was surprised or put off by her crude words, it didn't show, in fact, if anything they excited her by the low growl she gave as an answer. "Then I want to make slow, tender, gentle love with you. I want to hold you close, watch you as you come. You're so damn beautiful when you come."
She gently ran her hand down the side of her Light Slayer's face. A soft, loving smile graced her beautiful face as she lost herself for long seconds in her mate's eyes. Everything she felt was in her touch, showed on her face and glowed from her eyes with a light that came directly from her soul. "I want to kiss you until we can't breathe. I want to worship all of you. I just want you... forever and ever... just you, B, that's all I'll ever want..."
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She had started trembling from the second her Dark Slayer had pulled her into her arms. Her eyes slammed shut as that lush, soft mouth came down on hers both hard and tenderly at the same time. She melted into those steely but gentle arms, her blood singing through her veins. She felt flushed, hot, weak, strong, loved and cherished all at once.
The breath was kissed right out of her, she barely noticed as she was lifted and carried inside. But she more then noticed as she was slowly, tauntingly slid down the length of that long, hard, softly curved, sumptuous body. Her hands tangled into thick, wavy raven hair, pulling her lover's mouth into hers harder. She opened her own mouth and drew in that knowing velvet tongue. She pulled it deeper into her, letting her own tongue come out to play with her mates. She chased it back to its owner's mouth and her whole body jumped when she felt the light sucking.
She moaned into the warm, wet cavern of her lover's mouth. She gasped for air desperately as her mate broke the kiss just long enough to mumble out the privacy incantation. Her trembling grew stronger; her knees grew weak, as she was urged to move backwards by the slight pressure of strong hands upon her hips.
She was unable to draw an even breath by the time they reached the bed. Unable to form a coherent thought, speak a word. Her body shuddered, arched into her lover's touch, aching for more. Her Dark Slayer's words rolling over her like liquid fire, making her catch her breath; forget how to move, to speak. Her body, mind, heart, the very essence of her, her soul reacting to them in a way that was wholly unexpected, exciting and new. All of her was in thrall to this side of her Dark lover that she had never before seen.
The raven-haired beauty was like a force of nature itself. Her touch electric, gentle, rough, commanding, loving, tender and it sent her into a whirlwind of desire, of passion, of need and of simply want. She wanted to be taken by her Dark Slayer, wanted to be fucked, be made-love to and with her soul-mate. She wanted, needed this reaffirmation. Wanted again, to claim and be claimed by this passionate beauty that loved her and she loved with a strength, a devotion, a primal intensity that 'The Creator' couldn't have stopped or destroyed.
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Mentally she shook herself out of her immobile, mute stupor as her Dark lover stepped back from her. Her body shuddered in the wake of those once chocolate-eyes raking down the length of her body and growing a deeper, darker emerald as her mate's carnal desire rose closer to the surface. She reached out a hand, her fingertips touching lightly under her Dark Slayer's chin and lifting with the slightest pressure rose up that beautiful face to hers once more. The eyes that stared into her touched her very soul in a way that no one before ever had and in a way she knew that no one else ever would. For once, she wished she had paid attention in her English classes and remembered some of the pretty words the poets had used to describe moments such as these. Instead, she just spoke from her heart.
"The word love is inadequate to describe, express what it is that I feel for you. I don't think there is a word that can, all I can hope is that you can feel inside what it is that I feel for you. That you can feel how it expands, grows, and becomes more with every passing second. When I was younger, I used to dream, wish that one day I would find my true love, my soul-mate, the person with whom I would just be more. I had gotten to a point in my life where I no longer believed that it would happen, at least not for me. But I was wrong and I can never tell you how overjoyed I am that I was. Because you Fai, you are that dream, that wish come true. I love you Faith and I will throughout time."
This time it was she, who gathered her Slayer tightly into a tender but steely embrace. She leaned up, her mouth capturing her Dark Slayer's in but a whisper of a kiss. Everything she was, everything she felt was in that whispered kiss, it was all the words and more that couldn't express the depth of what lay within her soul for her raven-haired mate. When their kiss ended, she watched in awe as that wide-eyed innocent look of amazement crossed her Dark Slayer's face. There was something that made her feel so humble when she saw that look cross that beautiful face and fill those dark-doe eyes. It touched something deep inside of her in a way that nothing ever had.
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She melted, her insides quaking with the power of the words her Light Slayer had spoken so softly to her. They filled her, lifted her, caressed her and held her with their warmth, their devotion, their passion. She was grateful for those warm strong arms that held her so closely, so safely, because when that sweet, ripe mouth brushed so delicately, so tenderly and much too briefly against her own, her knees gave out. That whisper of a kiss imparted more tenderness, more love, simply just more everything to the Dark Slayer then any touch, any words ever could have.
It was for her a kiss that touched her very soul. As she stared into pools of amber-gold, she realized and saw the truth in her mate's eyes. For her Light Slayer, it too was a kiss that touched her very soul. The deep purr rumbled out of her chest at the smile that lit up her mate's eyes. She felt hands roaming up her back then down to cup her ass and the rumbling purr turned into a growl of desire. The part of herself that she had always kept in check, unless her Light Slayer had let it out first, forced it's way back to the surface again. This was the first time she had ever taken the lead and brought this primal, possessive side out on her own. It also was the first time that either of them had just given over complete control to the other without being asked or fighting for dominance. When her mate had given over control to her when they first returned from Glory's hell it was different, she wasn't sure how, it just felt different now. She stopped dwelling on it and just let herself feel, just let herself totally go.
Those strong hands kneading her ass made her desire, her needs, her wants, fiercely make themselves known again. They slid up from her ass, tugging her shirt out from her pants then under to teasingly stroke her lower back. She arched into her golden Slayer, burying her head into her lover's neck, catching the soft skin between her teeth and nipping it. She smiled around the sweet skin in her mouth when she felt short fingernails dig into her back and the almost silent whimper that accompanied them. She ran her nails down the length of each muscled arm, reaching around to her own back and grasping those smaller hands firmly with her own. She pulled them off and out from around her. She slid her hands back up over silky skin, then gently pushed when she reached her lover's shoulders, smiling at the confused look her lover gave her when she landed upon the bed.
"I want you..." she said again as she pulled her own shirt the rest of the way out of her pants.
She skimmed her fingertips along the waistband of her leather pants, deftly unbuttoning her top button. Her right hand trailed up under her shirt, along her flat stomach, over her ribcage, up the slope of her right breast and slowly began to circle her erect nipple. Her eyes stayed locked on her mate perched on the edge of the bed open-mouthed. Her left hand moved from her waistband and followed the same path that her right had just taken. She watched her Light Slayer's eyes flicking back and forth between her circling fingers on each breast, then up to capture the Dark Slayer's own eyes, then back again. With one fluid movement, she crossed her hands under her shirt lowering them, grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifted and pulled it over her head. She then tossed it casually onto the pile of clothes already on the floor.
She ran her fingers through her hair, a low growling-purr giving voice to her pleasure. She untangled one hand from her hair and followed the slash of one high-cheekbone down to her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on her wide-eyed lover, she traced her index figure over her own lush mouth. She stroked along the little cleft on her bottom lip that her Light Slayer loved to trace with the tip of her tongue, a sultry smile peaking out around the corners of her mouth. The tip of her tongue came out to entice her finger into her mouth. She slowly sucked her finger into her mouth; leaving her mouth open just wide enough so her mate could see what she was doing to her finger with her tongue.
With one last swirl of her tongue around her finger, she let it slip from her mouth. She began to talk again, her voice a low sultry purr, "I love the warm wet heat of your tongue as you trace random patterns over my skin." She blazed a wet trail over her bottom lip, her chin, down the column of her throat, between the valley of her breasts, then up and under, 'til she started to circle an tease her own nipple again. Her other hand dusted down over her stomach to deftly unbutton the rest of her buttons. She toed off her boots, keeping her eyes locked on her mate, reveling in her reaction.
"Love it when you nibble and suck at the sensitive spot behind my ear. Love that you're the only one who has ever found it. The feel of your nails as you delicately scrape them around my nipples." She mimicked her words as she spoke. "And god, the feel of your hands on my body, both callused and soft, at the same time... touching me, loving me, driving me insane with need, with want of you."
Her other hand kept itself busy learning the valleys, plains, hills of her stomach, chest, hips and thighs. Her head fell forward, her hair creating a curtain around her face a low moan escaping her parted lips as she dipped in to feel her own wetness briefly before shimmying her leather pants down her legs. She stepped out of the pool of her pants, kicking them away from her. She took a step forward, moving closer to her lover perched on the bed. She pinched the nipple she had been teasing with her fingers, rolling it, tugging it.
"Oh Jesus, what you do to me! Just the thought of you makes me wet, makes me burn. I swear you could make me cum with just a single look... touch... kiss..." She rolled her head forward and forced her eyes open. She brought her other hand up to caress her neglected breast. She continued to knead, to tease, to tweak her own nipples. But in her mind's eye, it was her Light Slayer who was touching her in all the right ways, all the right places. She smiled and wantonly licked her lips when she saw her golden-haired Slayer's nostrils flair.
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Her eyes were riveted on her Dark Slayer. She was becoming quickly overwhelmed by the lust, the desire, the need, the want. Yet still she sat motionless, not speaking, just staring. Some hidden instinct telling her it was the right thing to do. Something letting her know that this was what her lover, her mate needed from her right now.
She recognized this part of her lover inside of her own self. This dominant side that was a part of both of them. How could it not be? They were hunters, predators, warriors; it was part of what made them Slayers. The need to be the 'Alpha' in their relationship, not just with each other, but sometimes in all their relationships. She laughed silently to herself at the thought. As funny as the thought was though, she knew it was true. There was something that was primal, animalistic that lived within them, was an innate part of them. It was both dominant and submissive. Needing to claim, conquer and be claimed and conquered as well. They were both possessive, dominant, protective, controlling, it was part of the role of being Slayers, a part of them. But it was tiring always having to make the decisions, be in control day after day, month after month, year after year. Always having that weight upon their shoulders. There were times when they just yearned to be possessed, submissive, protected, dominated. Both were sides of their inner selves on every level and they both wanted an equal. Not only in a Slaying partner but in a mate as well, they had found that equal in each other and both knew they would never find it with anyone else. They balanced each other in a way that no one else ever could, ever had.
She knew without being told that the Dark Slayer had kept this possessive, rough, dominant side to her personality hidden, in check. That was, until she herself, coaxed this part of her Dark lover out, when the need within herself to let this part loose became too much to resist. Only this time, there had been no coaxing. As she watched her beautiful, sensual, seductive mate, she understood that her Dark Slayer had finally started to feel comfortable, at home, safe in her own skin. Safe with her own needs, wants, desires, passions and the primal, feral parts of what made her, her, and she would do everything within her power to help her soul-mate continue to grow, to learn, to trust, to keep that feeling of safety intact.
She was pulled out of her reverie as her lover's words, the sound of her moans, the sight of her touching herself made the fire burning in her blood turn into lava. Her need to touch, to taste, to hold her Dark Slayer became an instant obsession and she reached out with both hands...
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"No..." The Dark Slayer growled and captured the hands reaching for her. Her smile almost a leer at the confused look she was given. "Scoot up the bed," her words, tone, a heated command and nowhere near a request.
Without a word or the slightest hesitation, she scooted up the bed, leaned against the brass headboard pulling her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and looked questioningly at the Dark Slayer, who just gave her a wolfish smile. Her mouth began to water as her raven-haired mate crawled up onto the bottom of the bed. Rising up to her hands and knees the Dark Slayer moved towards her with catlike grace as she glided up the length of the bed, as if she truly were stalking prey. All the muscles in the Dark Slayer's body undulating under her skin, sleek, defined, sensual, fluid like rippling water. Her Dark lover reminding her of the panthers they had seen in documentary about their mating rituals. A searing flame of desire shot through her making her actually tremble with its force.
She let out a deep, throaty moan as her ankles were grasped; her legs pulled free of her arms and spread wide. As the callus pads of fingers trailed up the inside of her legs. As that hard, yet soft body, slithered up between her spread thighs, that generous mouth, nipping, licking, sucking, along the way. As thick, wavy hair tickled along her thighs, stomach, breasts and a moan of pure need poured out thickly from her before that full mouth captured her own again. She started to wrap her arms around that hot body lying on top of her only to have them caught by the wrists, pulled up over her head and held imprisoned by one strong hand.
Leaning up on one elbow, while languidly grinding her pelvic against her mate, a feral smiled formed on the Dark Slayer's face at the look of lust that was staring back at her.
"No touching. If you do I'll stop," she paused to gaze into her mate's passion-filled eyes to let her know she was serious. "Or just maybe if you can't control yourself..." she purred seductively, then gave her mate a decidedly wicked, down-right fucking evil half-grin, "I'll be forced to restrain you to ensure that you keep your hands to yourself..."
The Dark Slayer blinked in surprise when a shiver of arousal shot through her at her own words. It had just never occurred to her that this type of play would arouse her. Her mind spun with images and then confusion set in when she realized that the images weren't just of her mate being restrained and at her mercy but of herself being in the same position. Could she after all that had happened ever put herself in the position where she gave someone absolute control over her?
She had never asserted this side of her personality in the bedroom with her soul-mate. She had always asserted it with all the others that had come before her, but it had never been because it aroused her, it had always been to guarantee that she had the power, the control in the bedroom and not the other way around. This need to be in control, be dominant, she knew the reasons why she had always been that way, only this time it was different. She wanted, needed to possess and be possessed, to take and be taken, she wanted to know her mate trusted her to that extreme and she needed to know that she trusted her mate to the same extreme. Needed to know implicitly that her soul-mate knew she would always be safe with her, that never would she take advantage, hurt her, no matter what, no matter the situation, ever. And she knew that someday her soul-mate would need, want the same thing from her.
Love and trust were two different things she knew that now. You could love someone and still not trust them. It was for her the hardest thing to give and it was something she never thought anyone would give to her. But these last few weeks had proven to her that she still didn't trust, at least not fully, all that was between them. That her past still had some hold over her and probably always would. It would be with her forever and she would fight this war for the rest of her life, but she knew if she could find that trust, the wars, the battles, would become shorter, less fierce, less overwhelming each time they were fought.
And here in the bedroom, where she had always been the most vulnerable was the hardest place for her to not only give her trust, but to ask for it. It wasn't just about her giving up control, being at the mercy of another - even to her Light Slayer - it was also about asking for the same thing in return. It was here that all her nightmares, anger, rage, hate, dark side, had come to full life and were likely to come to life again making her lose her control in the worst possible way. It was here too, that the voices of her past had the strongest hold over her. And she knew as she stared right into the soul of her mate, that her Light Slayer knew this too.
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Her body surprised her when it shuddered in excitement at the thought of being restrained and at her Dark Slayer's mercy. It surprised her again as she shivered in pleasure at the thought of doing the same to her mate. She couldn't help but wonder though, if after all her mate had been through, if she could ever trust anyone enough to ever put herself at the complete and total mercy of another, let herself be vulnerable to that extent and still feel safe and loved, even with her.
For a brief second she saw that haunted look flash in her lover's eyes. She knew what that look meant, even though no words were said. They weren't necessary, everything her Dark Slayer was thinking, feeling was filtering to her through their bond.
She didn't even have to think about her answer to the silent questions that were being asked of her by those clear, glowing emerald eyes. There was no hesitation, there was just absolute trust. Unequivocally, beyond the shadow of any doubts, beyond question, absolute complete trust, absolute faith, as ironic as it may be, in her mate, in what they were together, who and what they meant to each other. Whatever fears, doubts, insecurities she had been wrestling with the last few weeks were shredded, turned to dust and dispersed as if a strong gust of air had come and carried them away on the wind.
For the longest time, the Dark Slayer, searched, sought answers in the amber-gold eyes of her Light Slayer. And like her mate, she too, felt it all through their bond, both the questions and the answers that she sought. She felt the trust flood into her softly, reverently through their Soul-Thread. The soft, loving smile gracing her lover's face gave her the answers, the truth to not only the questions she was asking but for those silently being asked of her.
The Dark Slayer's eyes became the darkest, deepest emerald the first of the Chosen had ever seen. The feral, possessive look replaced by one of deeply felt love and the smile that graced her mate's face was simply beautiful. She fell into those eyes feeling connected to her Dark Slayer in every way and her heart beat triple time at the look, the smile and the words she knew would fall from that beautiful mouth even before they were spoken. She knew her lover needed to speak them aloud even though they both knew what the other was already feeling, thinking, seeing.
"Yes, I could with you. Only with you... I trust you without question, without any hesitation, or reservations and I know absolutely, that with you I'll always be safe and loved." She let go of the wrists she held captive, sat up and back onto her calves between her lover's supple thighs. Leisurely her eyes raked over every inch of the sensual, petite body in front of her. Slowly the look in her eyes changed back to the feral, hungry look from before, but still filled with infinite tenderness and love.
She slowly lowered herself back down to her lover, gathering her into her arms, rolling them to their sides. Luxuriating like a contented cat in the feel of her mate's arm as they gathered her just as closely, as tightly. Gently they pulled each other even closer into a healing embrace. They stayed that way quietly for a minute, an hour, a day, just wallowing in the warmth, the comfort of their embrace. Their own fears, insecurities, doubts floated away for now, hopefully forever. They fell into the currents of emotions each let flow, their bond expanding to enclose them spiritually within its invisible embrace. Their souls entwining to dance delicately with its mate, singing a song of wonder, of joy, that would put a heavenly choir to shame.
It felt as if they hadn't touched each other in a small eternity. They didn't want to move and so they didn't. Both of their thoughts wandering back with amazement to what the Immortals had so skillfully made them realize. They were, (especially the Dark Slayer), awed by the power of their connection, the far-reaching depths of the love they shared. They were both jaded, world-weary, tired in their own way. Having in some ways in the dark recesses of their own hearts given up on actually sharing this kind of love with anyone, even with each other. And neither would ever be able to express with words how euphoric they were that they both were wrong.
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