"Down the Well" - Part 6 of 6 - BtVS/Tomb Raider crossover
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Tomb Raider xover
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Buffy/Satsu, Lara Croft, Willow
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters
Warnings: Contains spoilers for the Tomb Raider: Underworld game. Knowledge of the game is not necessary to understand the story, since everything you really need to know is spelled out... but you'll probably appreciate the references more if you know the game.
Notes: This story takes place during Season 8 (the comics), after "Harmonic Divergence" (issue #21). May contain minor spoilers for season 8. This story follows my earlier ones, "But We Know Pleasure Is Not That Simple" and "The Little Death." Buffy and Satsu are a couple, and there is femslash, although nothing too explicit in this story.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Lara’s villa in the south of France was one of only a half-dozen or so homes she had remaining after her enemy lover Amanda blew up her ancestral manor house. This place looked like somewhere good people might go when they died. A beautiful, rustic, 18th century country house, covered in flowery vines and surrounded by orchards, meadows, vineyards, and little stands of forest.
The interior of the house had been outfitted with modern amenities without sacrificing any (well, much) of the old-world charm of the place. The bedframes were big and wooden and hand-carved. The bathtubs looked like women had once stomped grapes in them, but the plumbing was 100% modern. And the bathrobes were soft and white and fuzzy and warm.
Leah and Rowena, energetic little spitfires that they were, finally fell asleep in Lara’s media room while watching The Bourne Ultimatum. That convinced them all it was time for bed.
Lara came out to say her goodnights wearing a nightgown that was revealing even by French standards. It hung off her breasts a good six inches away from her belly, and the frilly hemline didn’t leave a single bit of those long Lara legs to the imagination.
“We’ll sort the horses in the morning,” she said. “Now, nice warm beds for everyone.”
As the others wandered off to their assigned bedrooms, Buffy and Satsu stayed behind.
“So,” Buffy told Lara. “Welcome to the world of the Chosen Ones. Or the Chosen Two Thousand Ones, I guess would be a better way of putting it. I don’t suppose you want to throw away your guns in favor of swords and stakes, and come live with us in a drafty old house in Scotland and be hated by most of humanity?”
“You make it sound so glamorous,” Lara said with a smirk. “But I think my guns and I wouldn’t know what to do without each other.”
“I figured. Might want to not let it get out that you’re a Slayer, though. It could cost you some endorsements nowadays, and firearms are a little bit of a sore point.”
“I understand.”
Buffy stepped over and took Lara’s hand. “I want you to call me any time you want. Just to talk, or, you know, if you ever need a dozen or so hot chicks with ninja skills to come and help you out of a jam.”
“I will most certainly keep that in mind,” Lara said.
“You’re special to me, you know,” Buffy said. “You’re not just a Slayer, you’re my Slayer. Well, not the Slayer of me, but the one who got called when I died.”
Lara made a face of curiosity. “You’re going to have to explain this when I died business to me someday.”
“I will,” Buffy promised. “It’s a long, angsty story. They’ll probably leave it out of the Saturday morning cartoon version of my life. But anyway, don’t be a stranger.”
Lara hesitated and chewed her lower lip for a moment. “The bed in your and Satsu’s room is a nice, big, warm one,” she said. “But I want you to know I’d be... considerably more than happy to make it a bit warmer for the two of you.”
Buffy and Satsu smiled at each other.
“That... is definitely getting into happy thought territory,” Buffy said. “But I think Satsu and I have quite a bit of heat of our own planned tonight. Is that what you have on your schedule as well, Slayer Satsumi?”
“Right there with you, ma’am,” Satsu said with a grin and a salute.
“Of course,” Lara said. “That was crude of me. I’m sorry for asking.”
“Don’t you dare be.” Buffy leaned in and stole a not-so-quick kiss from her newfound sister Slayer.
Lara beamed. “I’ve kissed the Chosen One,” she said. “Does that bring good luck?”
“No,” said Buffy with a rueful smile. “It really, really doesn’t.”
Lara watched Buffy and Satsu disappear down the hallway. In a moment she noticed Willow looking at her from the shadows by the hautboy.
“You know,” Willow said, “that body of yours definitely rates in the high double figures on the Universal Yumminess Scale.”
“Thank you,” Lara said. “You’re the second beautiful lesbian to give it a good review today.”
“Buffy being the first? Well, I’m not sure I’m ready to call her a lesbian just yet. She still gets the tinglies over Daniel Craig and Brad Pitt and various and sundry boys both living and undead. Hasn’t quite made her final vows to Ellen just yet. At this point, I’d call her more of a Satsusexual.”
“Wonder what she’s like in bed,” Lara mused.
“I’ve asked Satsu about that,” Willow said. “She’s pretty cagey with her answers, but I did get one unmistakable image: Wet. Lots of wet wetness.”
“Hmmm.” Lara smiled. “So Buffy’s not the type to hold back her enthusiasm, eh? That’s a mental image that bears several nights of intense dwelling on.”
“Way ahead of you, sister,” Willow said, smiling back. “We’re only human.”
“So are all of you ladies...”
“Homo- and/or Satsu-sexual?” Willow finished. “Nah. I’m sure singing full-time with the girl group, and I’ve got a sexy brunette back in New York I’m very happy to call my sweetie. Sandra seduced her Spirit Guide and is in a long-term sexual relationship with… it. Don’t even ask for the metaphysical analysis of that. Rowena’s straight, and Leah’s even straighter. Shirtless-Josh-Holloway-poster-over-her-bed straight.”
“Well, dash it all. Beautiful young women everywhere I look, and not a drop to drink. Looks like I get to be a vibrosexual tonight.”
“I was gonna talk to you about that,” Willow said with a slightly wicked grin. “You know, we usually cast a few standard spells on new Slayers we identify. Just a few little things to make your soul easier to find in the event of mystical separation, and so forth. Normally that means a boring ritual with us sitting cross-legged and reciting a lot of Latin and Sumerian. But I’ve been working a lot lately with a, um, special teacher, on something called Surge Magic.”
“Surge magic?” Lara asked. “Does that have something to do with the Iraq War?”
“Not even a little bit. Surge magic is the power given off by the collective pleasure, sexual and otherwise (but mostly sexual) of all living beings. If you can harness into that power you can cast almost any non-dark spell faster and easier and with more lasting effect. Your nervous system acts as the transmitter and the receiver. And whoa baby, does it ever feel nice. For both the caster and the castee. That would be me, and you.”
“So you’re saying...”
“If you’d like, we could buff you up with some of those spells tonight. I won’t touch any of your soft girl parts and you won’t touch any of mine, but it involves being all naked and wriggly and it tickles like you wouldn’t believe. I’m pretty sure you’ll forget all about any plastic appliances you were thinking of using tonight.”
Lara licked her suddenly dry lips. “I’m going to have to think about that for a while and say yes, when can we start, now please?”
“You’ve made a fine choice, Milady,” Willow said. She and Lara went arm-in-arm to the master bedroom.
In their room, Leah and Rowena got to hear the happy music of whimpers and cries and moans, in stereo, which made Leah grumble and pretend to cover her head with her pillow, and Rowena giggle and lie back to enjoy the performances. Sandra had an energetic night’s sleep with her Spirit Guide, and the other four got no sleep at all to speak of. But they all considered it one of the most relaxing nights they’d ever had.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Buffy/Satsu, Lara Croft, Willow
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters
Warnings: Contains spoilers for the Tomb Raider: Underworld game. Knowledge of the game is not necessary to understand the story, since everything you really need to know is spelled out... but you'll probably appreciate the references more if you know the game.
Notes: This story takes place during Season 8 (the comics), after "Harmonic Divergence" (issue #21). May contain minor spoilers for season 8. This story follows my earlier ones, "But We Know Pleasure Is Not That Simple" and "The Little Death." Buffy and Satsu are a couple, and there is femslash, although nothing too explicit in this story.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Lara’s villa in the south of France was one of only a half-dozen or so homes she had remaining after her enemy lover Amanda blew up her ancestral manor house. This place looked like somewhere good people might go when they died. A beautiful, rustic, 18th century country house, covered in flowery vines and surrounded by orchards, meadows, vineyards, and little stands of forest.
The interior of the house had been outfitted with modern amenities without sacrificing any (well, much) of the old-world charm of the place. The bedframes were big and wooden and hand-carved. The bathtubs looked like women had once stomped grapes in them, but the plumbing was 100% modern. And the bathrobes were soft and white and fuzzy and warm.
Leah and Rowena, energetic little spitfires that they were, finally fell asleep in Lara’s media room while watching The Bourne Ultimatum. That convinced them all it was time for bed.
Lara came out to say her goodnights wearing a nightgown that was revealing even by French standards. It hung off her breasts a good six inches away from her belly, and the frilly hemline didn’t leave a single bit of those long Lara legs to the imagination.
“We’ll sort the horses in the morning,” she said. “Now, nice warm beds for everyone.”
As the others wandered off to their assigned bedrooms, Buffy and Satsu stayed behind.
“So,” Buffy told Lara. “Welcome to the world of the Chosen Ones. Or the Chosen Two Thousand Ones, I guess would be a better way of putting it. I don’t suppose you want to throw away your guns in favor of swords and stakes, and come live with us in a drafty old house in Scotland and be hated by most of humanity?”
“You make it sound so glamorous,” Lara said with a smirk. “But I think my guns and I wouldn’t know what to do without each other.”
“I figured. Might want to not let it get out that you’re a Slayer, though. It could cost you some endorsements nowadays, and firearms are a little bit of a sore point.”
“I understand.”
Buffy stepped over and took Lara’s hand. “I want you to call me any time you want. Just to talk, or, you know, if you ever need a dozen or so hot chicks with ninja skills to come and help you out of a jam.”
“I will most certainly keep that in mind,” Lara said.
“You’re special to me, you know,” Buffy said. “You’re not just a Slayer, you’re my Slayer. Well, not the Slayer of me, but the one who got called when I died.”
Lara made a face of curiosity. “You’re going to have to explain this when I died business to me someday.”
“I will,” Buffy promised. “It’s a long, angsty story. They’ll probably leave it out of the Saturday morning cartoon version of my life. But anyway, don’t be a stranger.”
Lara hesitated and chewed her lower lip for a moment. “The bed in your and Satsu’s room is a nice, big, warm one,” she said. “But I want you to know I’d be... considerably more than happy to make it a bit warmer for the two of you.”
Buffy and Satsu smiled at each other.
“That... is definitely getting into happy thought territory,” Buffy said. “But I think Satsu and I have quite a bit of heat of our own planned tonight. Is that what you have on your schedule as well, Slayer Satsumi?”
“Right there with you, ma’am,” Satsu said with a grin and a salute.
“Of course,” Lara said. “That was crude of me. I’m sorry for asking.”
“Don’t you dare be.” Buffy leaned in and stole a not-so-quick kiss from her newfound sister Slayer.
Lara beamed. “I’ve kissed the Chosen One,” she said. “Does that bring good luck?”
“No,” said Buffy with a rueful smile. “It really, really doesn’t.”
Lara watched Buffy and Satsu disappear down the hallway. In a moment she noticed Willow looking at her from the shadows by the hautboy.
“You know,” Willow said, “that body of yours definitely rates in the high double figures on the Universal Yumminess Scale.”
“Thank you,” Lara said. “You’re the second beautiful lesbian to give it a good review today.”
“Buffy being the first? Well, I’m not sure I’m ready to call her a lesbian just yet. She still gets the tinglies over Daniel Craig and Brad Pitt and various and sundry boys both living and undead. Hasn’t quite made her final vows to Ellen just yet. At this point, I’d call her more of a Satsusexual.”
“Wonder what she’s like in bed,” Lara mused.
“I’ve asked Satsu about that,” Willow said. “She’s pretty cagey with her answers, but I did get one unmistakable image: Wet. Lots of wet wetness.”
“Hmmm.” Lara smiled. “So Buffy’s not the type to hold back her enthusiasm, eh? That’s a mental image that bears several nights of intense dwelling on.”
“Way ahead of you, sister,” Willow said, smiling back. “We’re only human.”
“So are all of you ladies...”
“Homo- and/or Satsu-sexual?” Willow finished. “Nah. I’m sure singing full-time with the girl group, and I’ve got a sexy brunette back in New York I’m very happy to call my sweetie. Sandra seduced her Spirit Guide and is in a long-term sexual relationship with… it. Don’t even ask for the metaphysical analysis of that. Rowena’s straight, and Leah’s even straighter. Shirtless-Josh-Holloway-poster-over-her-bed straight.”
“Well, dash it all. Beautiful young women everywhere I look, and not a drop to drink. Looks like I get to be a vibrosexual tonight.”
“I was gonna talk to you about that,” Willow said with a slightly wicked grin. “You know, we usually cast a few standard spells on new Slayers we identify. Just a few little things to make your soul easier to find in the event of mystical separation, and so forth. Normally that means a boring ritual with us sitting cross-legged and reciting a lot of Latin and Sumerian. But I’ve been working a lot lately with a, um, special teacher, on something called Surge Magic.”
“Surge magic?” Lara asked. “Does that have something to do with the Iraq War?”
“Not even a little bit. Surge magic is the power given off by the collective pleasure, sexual and otherwise (but mostly sexual) of all living beings. If you can harness into that power you can cast almost any non-dark spell faster and easier and with more lasting effect. Your nervous system acts as the transmitter and the receiver. And whoa baby, does it ever feel nice. For both the caster and the castee. That would be me, and you.”
“So you’re saying...”
“If you’d like, we could buff you up with some of those spells tonight. I won’t touch any of your soft girl parts and you won’t touch any of mine, but it involves being all naked and wriggly and it tickles like you wouldn’t believe. I’m pretty sure you’ll forget all about any plastic appliances you were thinking of using tonight.”
Lara licked her suddenly dry lips. “I’m going to have to think about that for a while and say yes, when can we start, now please?”
“You’ve made a fine choice, Milady,” Willow said. She and Lara went arm-in-arm to the master bedroom.
In their room, Leah and Rowena got to hear the happy music of whimpers and cries and moans, in stereo, which made Leah grumble and pretend to cover her head with her pillow, and Rowena giggle and lie back to enjoy the performances. Sandra had an energetic night’s sleep with her Spirit Guide, and the other four got no sleep at all to speak of. But they all considered it one of the most relaxing nights they’d ever had.