Title: Tarnished Armor
Author:
dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Lindsey
Summary: Leaving Wolfram & Hart was the best decision Lindsey could have made.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution:
joss10k, my LJ/site,
Walking a Thorny Path, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to my betas:
strangecreature,
kallie_kat &
emeraldswan for all of your help.
Author's Note: While this takes place during season 5 of Buffy, I'm leaving out some things to suit my purposes. 1) No Dawn & Joyce isn't sick, so Buffy is still living in the dorms with Willow as her roommate. 2) Tara is just a friend.
Author's Note 2: Yes, you read that subject line correctly, this is the final chapter in this story. It turned out that I was able to wrap everything up faster than I thought, even though it probably took longer than you hoped that it would. Thank you so much for sticking with this story! {{hugs}} If you need a refresher, or read for the first time, you can do so
HERE.
Chapter Word Count: 2,367; Total Word Count: 20,665
Chapter 9
Willow and Lindsey silently walked through the streets of Sunnydale, neither ready to discuss what had just happened at the Magic Box, yet. Unconsciously, Willow directed them towards the cemetery that Lindsey had found her running from just a few short days ago.
"Hey, this looks vaguely familiar," Lindsey remarked as they neared the entrance.
"What?" Willow took a moment to get her bearings and then grinned. "Picture yourself sitting in your truck and me running like a crazy woman through those gates."
Lindsey grinned too. "Well then, this spot should have a plaque that reads, 'This is where Lindsey McDonald's life changed for the better.'"
Willow blushed at the compliment, slipping her hand into his. "Do you really mean that? Even after what just happened?"
Lindsey stopped walking and moved in front of Willow, lifting her chin with his free hand to meet his eyes. "That was something that was bound to happen sooner or later. Personally, I'd been hoping for later, but seeing as how you're here with me, and not back at the shop with Buffy and Angel, I can't complain about it."
"I still can't believe that Buffy dragged Angel into this. It's none of her business, or his, if we're together," Willow fumed.
"Angel's never been able to pass up an opportunity to be a thorn in my side. Then again, I haven't exactly been able to resist that particular temptation either. In all honesty, he and I are never going to get along, I hope you know that," Lindsey said.
"We hardly ever see Angel anymore, so I don't think it's going to be much of an issue. Buffy's still loyal to him though, so it might take a while to win her over. I can only hope that she'll want to see me happy more than she'll want to hold a grudge for Angel's sake."
"She's your best friend, I'm sure she'd rather see you happy," Lindsey assured her. "We can only hope that by keeping my nose clean I will earn her respect."
Willow resumed walking and brought Lindsey to a favorite bench beneath a tree inside the cemetery.
"Dirty noses do tend to get frowned upon," Willow agreed.
Lindsey looked around, surprised by how pretty this spot was. "It's beautiful here," he quietly commented.
"Yeah, I found this spot not long after I met Buffy. We spend so much time fighting in cemeteries at night that we tend to forget how serene they can be. Since people die here so often, a lot of the town's money has been put into maintaining the cemeteries so that family members can visit their loved ones."
"Is there someone here that you visit? Is that how you found it?" Lindsey asked, hoping he wasn't being too intrusive.
"Not here, no," Willow said, leaning into Lindsey's side. "I don't even remember why I was here that day. Maybe I was trying to remind myself that cemeteries didn't have to be places of evil. Who knows? When things get too crazy as a Slayerette I come here to sort through my thoughts, during the day, of course."
"Of course," Lindsey said, a grin in his voice. "Slayerette?"
Willow giggled. "It's what Xander and I call ourselves since we help the Slayer. We're like junior slayers, only without superpowers."
"Xander calls himself a Slayerette?"
"Actually, Xander calls us Scoobies 'cause we help solve supernatural mysteries," Willow said.
"Cute," Lindsey commented.
"I know you are but what am I?" Willow teased.
"Gorgeous," Lindsey said, meeting her eyes.
Just like that the mood shifted and Willow gasped at the intensity that was now in Lindsey's eyes. She whimpered when Lindsey leaned in to kiss her, meeting him half way.
This feeling still shocked Lindsey - the overwhelming rightness of kissing Willow. How could he feel so content just from being in the arms of this girl?
They kissed hungrily, as if starved for affection, uncaring of where they were or if anyone would see them.
When Lindsey's hand began to work its way under Willow's shirt, she pulled back, gasping for breath.
"What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?" she panted out.
"Yeah, good idea," Lindsey agreed, trying to catch his breath. He slid his arm around her waist as they quickly walked towards the exit and back towards his truck. "We just need to make one quick stop on the way back."
"What for?" Willow asked in dismay, wanting to get Lindsey naked again as quickly as possible. Lindsey gave her a pointed look and she remembered. "Oh, right. Yeah, we can make that one stop."
There was a convenience store about a block before where they had parked, so they were able to take care of business without going out of their way. Lindsey drove as quickly as possible back to his hotel. He couldn't resist pulling Willow into his arms as soon as the elevator door closed, needing to feel her again.
They laughed as they stumbled towards Lindsey's room, willing the keycard to work on the first try.
As soon as the door was closed, Lindsey attacked Willow's mouth, his hands pulling at her clothes, as she worked just as frantically to rid him of his. Realizing they'd have to stop kissing in order to get undressed, they pulled apart and removed the remainder of their own clothing before meeting again and tumbling onto the bed.
Lindsey extracted the box of condoms from under Willow and quickly opened one and sheathed himself before sliding inside her eager body.
Their frantic movements stilled as they savored the feeling of being so intimately joined again. Lindsey began to move with languid strokes, simply enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by Willow.
"This," he said, punctuating his words with deep thrusts, "is what... makes... it all worthwhile." He dipped his head to taste that sensitive spot on her neck. "This is... perfection. Nobody's gonna... get me... to think... this... isn't... exactly... where... I'm supposed to be." She caught his moving lips with hers, kissing him hungrily.
"Ungh, same here," she agreed when they paused for breath. Sensation was overpowering her ability to form a coherent thought. Sex had never been so good as it was with Lindsey.
It wasn't long before they were crying out in pleasure, finding release within moments of each other.
Lindsey collapsed next to Willow and she curled into his body. They lay together, content to simply be in the other's arms.
After some time had passed, Willow said, "I think that I need to go talk to her."
"She'll probably be waiting when we get to the Magic Box tomorrow," Lindsey said.
"No, I mean tonight." Willow leaned up to meet Lindsey's eyes. "I don't want to drag this out. I need to make her see that what she did was wrong."
"Do you really think that she's going to listen to you?" Lindsey asked.
Willow shrugged. "I don't know. I hope so, but I have to at least try."
Lindsey kissed her bare shoulder. "Do you want me to come with you?"
Willow kissed him before saying, "Thanks, but no, I should probably see her alone."
~~*~~
Willow cautiously entered the Magic Box. She sighed with relief when she only saw Giles in the room, off to the side unpacking a box of books.
"Hey, Giles. Um, is she here?" Willow asked, knowing she didn't need to say who she was.
With a jerk of the head, he motioned towards the back of the store. "She's back there." It was then that Willow picked up on the faint sounds of a fist repeatedly hitting a punching bag.
Willow started towards the training room when Giles' voice stopped her. "Willow, I know that it's not my place to say, but do try to go easy on her. Her methods may have been foolish, but she only had your best interests at heart."
"I know that, Giles," Willow said with a sad smile. "But she needs to learn that what she did isn't okay. She can't just tell me that the man that I want to be with is wrong for me, going so far as to bringing his nemesis here, and expect everything to be okay."
Buffy didn't notice when Willow entered the room, so intent was she on her workout.
"I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that concentration," Willow said, breaking Buffy's concentration.
"Will," she said, nearly tripping when the punching bag swung into her side.
"Hey, Buff," Willow greeted her friend, stepping farther into the room.
"I didn't expect to see you here so soon," Buffy admitted, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long drink. "Kinda figured I was up for some major groveling."
"Oh, you are," Willow agreed. Buffy's look of relief quickly faded. "You understand why I'm so upset, right?"
Buffy shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot. "As long as you understand why I did what I did," she replied.
"That's just it, Buffy. I don't," Willow said, hopping up on the pommel horse. "Why did you go and drag Angel into this? It's none of his business."
"Willow, Lindsey has been antagonizing Angel for the past year," Buffy said.
"Angel cut off Lindsey's hand," Willow retorted.
"Only because he wouldn't give Angel the scroll that would save Cordelia's sanity," Buffy argued.
Willow shook her head, sliding off the horse. "This isn't helping. I shouldn't have come here. It was too soon."
Willow started to leave; a distraught Buffy was left wondering what had just happened.
"Willow, wait," Buffy called.
"What is it, Buffy?" Willow asked, turning back to her friend. "It's obvious that we're not going to agree about the whole Lindsey/Angel situation. I think we just need some time to cool down and see reason."
"And by see reason, you mean me, right? What if I think you're the one who needs to see reason? Which I do. Lindsey's evil and I don't want to see you get hurt," Buffy pleaded.
"I believe that," Willow said. "I believe that you don't want me to get hurt. But, Buffy, I don't think that he will. Not intentionally. Not the way that you have by not trusting my judgment."
Buffy looked like she'd been hit by a troll hammer. She staggered back under the force of Willow's words.
"I do trust you, Willow. It's him that I don't trust," Buffy insisted.
"Then trust that I know what I'm doing." Willow turned back around and left Buffy alone with her thoughts.
"How did it go?" Giles quietly asked as Willow neared him.
"Not so good," Willow admitted. "Things are gonna be weird between us for a while, I think."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Giles told her, sincerely.
"Me too." Willow smiled at him. "Lindsey's waiting for me at the Pump. We'll be in tomorrow to do that work for you, okay?"
"That's fine. Have a good night, Willow."
"Thanks, Giles. You too."
~~*~~
Lindsey was sitting in one of the armchairs reading the newspaper when Willow entered the Espresso Pump. She ran her hand through his hair by way of greeting. He looked up, smiled, and pulled her into his lap.
After a not-so-quick kiss, he asked, "How was it?"
Willow sighed, leaning into him. "It was too soon. She's still so in love with Angel that she's not able to give you a chance. All she can see is you through his eyes."
Lindsey grunted with acknowledgment. "And those eyes see me with nothing but contempt."
"She's going to blame you for the problems with our friendship," Willow said. "Regardless of the fact that she caused this rift, she'll blame you for having come into my life and making her act the way that she did."
"I know that she's your best friend, but I don't need her acceptance. So long as you want me in your life, I'm in it. You're the only one in this town who I care about," Lindsey told her. "I won't go out of my way to try to impress her, but I can hope that she'll realize that I'm trying to be a different man than the one that Angel knew."
"And it's not like she isn't going to have plenty of chances to see how you're trying to change. After all, you're gonna be working at the Magic Box and that's kinda gonna be slayer central. You'll be in each other's way a lot."
"Lucky us," Lindsey said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Well, with Giles and Xander on our side, hopefully it won't take her too long to come around," Willow said, optimistically.
"Always looking for the silver lining, aren't you?" Lindsey teased, kissing her on the nose.
"It's my sunny disposition," Willow agreed. "It's just that you're gonna be an important part of my life, I can feel it, and I don't want you and Buffy to not get along."
"Like I said, it's up to her. I'll try not to hold her bringing Angel here against her, but she's gonna have to give me the benefit of the doubt."
"I know, I know."
Willow played with the top button of Lindsey's shirt, idly unbuttoning and re-buttoning it. Lindsey's hand covered hers, stilling her nervous movements.
"Hey, it'll sort itself out, just you wait and see," he tried to reassure her.
"It's the waiting part that's gonna be hard," Willow said.
"Anything that I can do to distract you in the meantime?" Lindsey asked.
"I'm sure you can think of something," Willow answered.
Lindsey closed the gap between them, kissing her thoroughly, before remembering they were in a public place.
"What do you say we take this back to my room? Then maybe tomorrow you can help me find an apartment."
Standing, Willow said, "Tomorrow you're starting work at the Magic Box."
"Then after that," Lindsey said. "If I'm going to be sticking around, we may as well have a real place of our own."
"I like the sound of that," Willow said.
"Me too," Lindsey agreed as they left, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist, like any other couple.
The End