Exiles, BtVS/SPN crossover, 48/?, Oz, Sam, Rated R
Exiles
nwhepcat
Rated R
BtVS/SPN crossover; Oz, Sam Winchester
Set post-Chosen for BtVS, during Mystery Spot for SPN
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Living a loner's life, Oz meets someone even more cut off from other people than he is.
Previous parts are here.
He feels that electric tingle again, that little piece of lightning she has inside, and he opens himself to it.
It's been so long since he let himself be open to another person. After the end of things with Willow, he'd been afraid of hurting someone, of being a man who could be undone by rage and possessiveness. He's not built for empty one-night stands, so he's lived for a long time with another kind of emptiness. Oz tries to stay in the moment, but his mind keeps jittering off to the future, and the past.
Maybe Alice feels that, because she pulls back a bit, her dark blue eyes fixed on his. "I hate to interrupt where this is heading, but we probably need to stop and have a talk about where this is heading." He draws in a breath to apologize for his distractability, which has probably prompted this statement, but she goes on. "I don't mean in any epic sense, just what happens next. Because I'd be happy taking this to my bedroom. Which -- I know -- is getting ahead of things. But there's not really a comfortable spot for necking in here, not to mention it's redolent of the stinky herbs right now."
"'Redolent.' You just pinged my smart woman kink."
She smiles that smile that drives Oz crazy. "So that's a yes to the change of venue?"
"That's a yes."
Alice leads him up the back way to her place, inviting him to settle onto the sofa as she opens a bottle of wine. "It's a little bit early, but pretend it's a mimosa."
Oz hasn't seen her this jumpy since the thunderstorm. He accepts his wine glass from her, sets it down and takes her hand.
"Like I said, I know this is getting ahead of things," she says. "But I don't want you to be wondering the whole time -- or me to be obsessing about whether you're wondering."
"Wondering about what?"
"Me," she says. "What I'm wearing under the kilt."
"Oh."
"There's a lot more variation now on how far people transition. I'm all girl, so there's no surprises."
"Okay." He feathers the backs of two fingers along her cheek, across her lips. "Feel better?"
Alice nods.
"I've got my own disclaimer to make," he tells her. "One ground rule. I'm game for pretty much anything, except for bites and nips. If it feels so good I lose my shit and bite you back, we'll both be howling at the moon. I don't have to be in wolf state to infect you, and that's the last thing I want."
She nods again, so serious and beautiful.
"Did that kill the mood?"
The seriousness gives way to a sudden laugh. "Oh hell no."
"Good," he says softly. Oz has always been all about not rushing things, Mr. Let's Wait Until We're Doing This For the Right Reasons. But now he brushes a bit of hair from her eyes and murmurs, "What do you say we get to the necking?"
She sets her wine glass aside and they get to the necking.
He explores her body a little at a time, with reverence and intent. After all, it's something she was never able to take for granted, so neither should he. (Not that he would have, after his long period of solitude.) He strokes her throat, which he belatedly notices has the lines of a woman's, not the prominent bump of a man's. He leaves a great many kisses there before he moves on.
Her breasts are another surprise, warm and pliant and hers.
"Oh," he says.
Alice smiles. "They're homegrown. I do take the Miracle Gro every day. Though they're maybe not completely miraculous."
"They're perfect," he declares, and sets about demonstrating his point.
When he finally finds his way farther south, he discovers she not only has all the requisite girl parts, just as promised, but that her retrofitted equipment is just as pretty as what came standard on Willow. It all works pretty much the same, too, with orgasms by a variety of means.
They stop to catch their breath after a while, tangled together on the big sleigh bed. The great thing about being horizontal with Alice is he can be eye-to-eye with her, if not simultaneously toe-to-toe. Though right now her head is tucked in against his shoulder as he strokes her hair.
"I was writing a song," he says abruptly.
"Mmm?"
"This morning, in the desert, while I was walking back to the van, the beginnings of a song came into my head. It was about you. Then Sam showed up with his pistol, and now it's gone."
"Fucking visitor from Porlock." Alice rubs her hand over his chest. "Do they ever come back when that happens?"
"Sometimes they do." Not often, but he won't say that. He snugs his arm around her and kisses her temple, and they both drift into sleep.
nwhepcat
Rated R
BtVS/SPN crossover; Oz, Sam Winchester
Set post-Chosen for BtVS, during Mystery Spot for SPN
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Living a loner's life, Oz meets someone even more cut off from other people than he is.
Previous parts are here.
He feels that electric tingle again, that little piece of lightning she has inside, and he opens himself to it.
It's been so long since he let himself be open to another person. After the end of things with Willow, he'd been afraid of hurting someone, of being a man who could be undone by rage and possessiveness. He's not built for empty one-night stands, so he's lived for a long time with another kind of emptiness. Oz tries to stay in the moment, but his mind keeps jittering off to the future, and the past.
Maybe Alice feels that, because she pulls back a bit, her dark blue eyes fixed on his. "I hate to interrupt where this is heading, but we probably need to stop and have a talk about where this is heading." He draws in a breath to apologize for his distractability, which has probably prompted this statement, but she goes on. "I don't mean in any epic sense, just what happens next. Because I'd be happy taking this to my bedroom. Which -- I know -- is getting ahead of things. But there's not really a comfortable spot for necking in here, not to mention it's redolent of the stinky herbs right now."
"'Redolent.' You just pinged my smart woman kink."
She smiles that smile that drives Oz crazy. "So that's a yes to the change of venue?"
"That's a yes."
Alice leads him up the back way to her place, inviting him to settle onto the sofa as she opens a bottle of wine. "It's a little bit early, but pretend it's a mimosa."
Oz hasn't seen her this jumpy since the thunderstorm. He accepts his wine glass from her, sets it down and takes her hand.
"Like I said, I know this is getting ahead of things," she says. "But I don't want you to be wondering the whole time -- or me to be obsessing about whether you're wondering."
"Wondering about what?"
"Me," she says. "What I'm wearing under the kilt."
"Oh."
"There's a lot more variation now on how far people transition. I'm all girl, so there's no surprises."
"Okay." He feathers the backs of two fingers along her cheek, across her lips. "Feel better?"
Alice nods.
"I've got my own disclaimer to make," he tells her. "One ground rule. I'm game for pretty much anything, except for bites and nips. If it feels so good I lose my shit and bite you back, we'll both be howling at the moon. I don't have to be in wolf state to infect you, and that's the last thing I want."
She nods again, so serious and beautiful.
"Did that kill the mood?"
The seriousness gives way to a sudden laugh. "Oh hell no."
"Good," he says softly. Oz has always been all about not rushing things, Mr. Let's Wait Until We're Doing This For the Right Reasons. But now he brushes a bit of hair from her eyes and murmurs, "What do you say we get to the necking?"
She sets her wine glass aside and they get to the necking.
He explores her body a little at a time, with reverence and intent. After all, it's something she was never able to take for granted, so neither should he. (Not that he would have, after his long period of solitude.) He strokes her throat, which he belatedly notices has the lines of a woman's, not the prominent bump of a man's. He leaves a great many kisses there before he moves on.
Her breasts are another surprise, warm and pliant and hers.
"Oh," he says.
Alice smiles. "They're homegrown. I do take the Miracle Gro every day. Though they're maybe not completely miraculous."
"They're perfect," he declares, and sets about demonstrating his point.
When he finally finds his way farther south, he discovers she not only has all the requisite girl parts, just as promised, but that her retrofitted equipment is just as pretty as what came standard on Willow. It all works pretty much the same, too, with orgasms by a variety of means.
They stop to catch their breath after a while, tangled together on the big sleigh bed. The great thing about being horizontal with Alice is he can be eye-to-eye with her, if not simultaneously toe-to-toe. Though right now her head is tucked in against his shoulder as he strokes her hair.
"I was writing a song," he says abruptly.
"Mmm?"
"This morning, in the desert, while I was walking back to the van, the beginnings of a song came into my head. It was about you. Then Sam showed up with his pistol, and now it's gone."
"Fucking visitor from Porlock." Alice rubs her hand over his chest. "Do they ever come back when that happens?"
"Sometimes they do." Not often, but he won't say that. He snugs his arm around her and kisses her temple, and they both drift into sleep.