Fic - If We Took a Holiday... (16-18/?)
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title: Brotherhood of the Wizard
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Gunn and company are Whedon's. Dean and company are Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Gunn/Dean (friendship) (88)
*~*~*
Funny how life worked out. Funny.
He hadn't met them until the end of the world so to speak. He remembered bleeding all over. He, Angel, Spike, and Illyria had been about to stand that last stand, and then the alley had been filled with good guys. Several loud pops... wizards everywhere. One of them had even patched up his gut in a way that 'muggle' medicine never could have. They called her a mediwitch. Strange.
And still, another one of them was claiming to be a distance cousin. The only family Charles Gunn had ever known was the people he'd thought he was gonna die fighting with and Alonna. Now he had cousin Dean. Cousin Dean the British wizard. His accent made Gunn think of Wes often. Especially now.
It was Christmas eve.
Gunn gripped his cane tightly and smiled at his family. Dean's family. It was composed of both their friends and people Gunn had found he was actually related to. Dean's mother and father had taken him in as if he was their very own, and not just some distant blood relative. They even made two vampires and a former hell goddess feel welcome. Gunn smiled as he noticed Spike chatting to some witch with very red hair. Then he noticed it was Ginny Weasley. She was pretty. Reminded Gunn of Willow a little with they way she was gesturing when she spoke..
Of course Angel was hanging with the 'adults'. The brood-master spent most of his time talking to a werewolf named Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley - a woman with more kids and technically adopted kids than she had fingers, and a very gnarly old bit of toughness called Mad-Eye Moody.
In the beginning, Illyria had mostly stayed off to the side alone at gatherings like this one. That is, until some of Dean's friends named Neville and Luna took to talking to her. Now Illyria could mostly be found in Neville Longbottom's company. Angel had even walked in on her naked in Neville's company... with Neville dressed to match. Gunn had never seen his former boss so embarrassed and awkward.
It was nice being together like this for Christmas. Gunn got along well with Dean's closest friends... though Hermione Granger refused to call him anything save Charles. It reminded him too much of Fred, but Hermione was very sweet and smart. He couldn't hold it against her. She was also greatly concerned that he always be comfortable. Dean's best friend Seamus, who Gunn got along with very well, was always concerned that Gunn not get too maudlin. Seamus was forever cracking jokes. He was the liveliest Irish guy Gunn had ever met. He was the ONLY Irish guy Gunn had ever met.
Someone plopped down in the chair next to his.
Gunn turned. Dean. Naturally. No matter where they were, Dean always managed to find him at least once to check how things were going.
"Need anything?"
"I can walk if I do. Just cos I'm a gimp, don't mean I can't do for myself."
Dean gave him that annoyed look he tended to give Seamus when he'd had too much firewhiskey and started singing in Gaelic.
"What?"
"Don't you know we LIKE doing for you, Gunn."
"I just-"
"You're just worse than Ginny about asking for help."
Ginny was Dean's ex. They had stayed close friends after breaking up though. Currently, Ginny was still being flirted with shamelessly by Spike. Several of Ginny's brothers had noticed this as well. They were fairly grouchy about their baby sister and boys. Especially blonde boys. She'd just had some sort of torrid fling with some character named Draco Malfoy. It was all anyone was gossiping about. Well, that and how some guy named Harry Potter had defeated some dark wizard dude. Well, Gunn had met Harry. He didn't see how Harry had defeated anything.... but then again, Wesley had never looked as tough as he actually was either. After talking to him a bit, Gunn had seen that Harry, Like Wes, had reserves of strength.
"Gunn?"
"Sorry, man. I was thinking."
"About?"
"Ginny and Spike."
"Yeah, Ron's starting to foam at the mouth about it."
"Spike's a good guy." Gunn paused. "And I can't believe I just said that."
"I know Spike's a good guy. But he doesn't LOOK like it. He looks like the bad boy. You'd think Gin would have gotten that out of her system, but I guess not. I know Spike's not evil or anything. Hell, he's not even technically a human, and he's worth a thousand Malfoys, but Ron doesn't know him like you do."
"That's not a winning argument, Dean. If he knew Spike like I do, he'd REALLY keep Ginny under lock and key."
Dean chuckled. Then he smirked. "Say, cousin, did you know you've been sitting under the mistletoe all night?"
"Huh?"
"You're sitting under the mistletoe."
Hermione had placed him in this chair. Gunn looked up, and his eyes went a little wide. That tricky little bookworm. She gave all the appearance of being sweet, but Gunn should have remembered her closest friends were Harry and Ron. Trouble was their forte. She was also pretty well acquainted with the Weasley twins and their joke shop. Gunn had to wonder who she had in mind to accost him. Surely not herself. It was a great secret, but he could see who she was saving herself for... and it certainly was not Charles Gunn.
"You know, Dean, some of your friends are real ridiculous."
"Just because Hermione thinks you'd be less of a bastard if you were getting the sweet snog?"
The sweet snog? From who? "Wh-what?!"
"She's even got a girl all lined up for you."
"I'm sorry... WHAT?!"
Dean patted Gunn on his good knee. "Said female has been covertly staring at you all night. I'll just send her on over now."
"What?! Who?!"
Dean chuckled as he avoided the question and headed off into a crowd of people. Gunn recognized them as some of the people who played... what was the name of that broom stick game... well, that's what they played. Dean spoke to them and three women turned to look his direction. Dean winked at Gunn.
Gunn could happily kill his cousin and Hermione Granger right now. They'd plotted. He knew it. Well, maybe he'd just tell a certain redheaded Weasley man that a certain bookworm was so fascinated with him that she slept with his photo under her pillow... even at her age.
He stiffened when he noticed one of the women from the crowd break away. Dean gave him the thumbs up. Gunn's eyes narrowed. He'd get him for this. Hermione too. Gunn had also noticed cousin Dean looking at some blonde girl named Hannah a bit longer than he ought. Maybe Gunn would just mention the staring to this Hannah... or point it out to Seamus then get him drunk. Because Seamus couldn't hold a secret with firewhiskey in him. He also couldn't hold onto his bladder... but that was another less Christmas-y story involving a butterbeer cork, some candle wax, and Lavender Brown.
Yes, two could play at the mistletoe game.
He looked up as a shadow fell across him.
"So you're Dean's cousin?"
*~*~*
end mini 16
*~*~*
title: Sisterhood of the Mistletoe
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Gunn and company are Whedon's. Katie and company are Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Gunn/Katie (196)
AN: This is the companion piece to mini #16 Brotherhood of the Wizard.
*~*~*
"So you're Dean's cousin?"
Gunn blinked. "Only distantly related."
The thin woman slipped into the chair next to his, then leaned over so she could be close for the talk she seemed to want to have with him. Gunn was going to murder Dean Thomas and Hermione Granger. They'd placed him in this chair knowing he would get up for anything other than a trip to the bathroom. Despite his cane, his knee always pained him greatly when the weather got chilly, so Gunn tried to avoid walking about when it was cold if he could help it. Hermione had situated him in this rather comfy chair... under the mistletoe. Then his cousin Dean had come by and informed him that he was sitting under said mistletoe and that he was sending a kisser over for him. Cousin Dean and Hermione had set him up.
Gunn could beat them both with his cane.
But the woman was lovely. She was tall and thin... like someone else he used to know. She was blonde though. Long golden hair fell across her dark red holiday robes. Her eyes reminded him of tiger's eye. That golden brown. Gold in some lights, brown in others.
"I'm Katie, by the way. Katie Bell." She held out her hand.
Gunn took it. It was so delicate and soft. He had expected some callouses from playing her game. Dean had mentioned that the group she had been standing with all played this game. Katie's hand wasn't as rough as he would have suspected. It was smooth as silk. Maybe a little bony, but he'd had that before and liked it.
"Charles Gunn."
"I know. Hermione and Dean have told me all about you."
Gunn rolled his eyes. "Great." What had they said? Oh, yes, Charles Gunn, Dean Thomas's cousin, is a miserable bastard who can't get into the Christmas spirit because he's not the man he used to be and has lost too many people he dared to care about.
"Dean tells me you're very brave."
"Huh?" Ok, maybe Dean hadn't gone with the miserable bastard riff.
"He said you faced a whole nest of vampires, and then you went to stop the end of the world... with a gut wound."
"Yeah... I guess I did."
She had not released his hand. Not only that, but she was rubbing her thumb across his knuckles. It was sort of... sexy. "Brave. I adore bravery."
"Bravery can sometimes get you killed... or hurt."
"I know. I've seen my share of people... go. Seen them get hurt, held them as the died, but you did what needed to be done."
He looked at her. "Who are you missing this holiday season?"
"Am I so transparent?"
"No. I just know the signs.... from experience. I always think about certain people on the holidays. Christmas eve is a big one, you know. I got a whole lot of people I have to think about at least once before the night's over."
"My parents. My ex boyfriend. You? Dean mentioned there was a girl once."
"Damn. Is there anything Dean DIDN'T tell you?"
"Whether or not you'd hit me with your cane if I tried to kiss you."
"I tend to not hit the girls who actually want me to kiss them, so I suppose I wouldn't.... unless you're a bad kisser."
She smiled. "With those lips of yours for inspiration, not possible."
"You're gonna make me blush, girl."
"Well, it won't show with your skin tone... and I'm no girl."
"I know. I can see that. It's just a figure of speech."
"Oh. An Americanism then?"
"I guess... and to answer your question from earlier. Yes, there was a girl. Actually, there were three."
"Three?" She asked with wide eyes.
"An ex, a friend, and a sister. And there have been members of my crew... and Wesley."
"Wesley?"
"A friend."
"You miss them."
"I do."
"But do we even help?"
"Huh?"
"I know Dean carts you everywhere just about with him and Seamus. And Hermione pampers you... does it help?"
"A little."
"Do you know the phrase 'kiss it better'?"
"Yeah." Was his heart speeding up? Was she going to actually kiss him? He was still under the mistletoe, after all.
"Would it be all right if I tried it?"
"Uh... yeah."
One of those thin hands cupped his cheek as she leaned across the arm of her chair and pressed her lips to his. He'd always heard about people feeling a spark when they kissed. Like magic. Gunn had never experienced that. Until now. Maybe it was because she was a witch, but he was sure feeling the magic spark just now. He'd even closed his eyes. When she pulled away, he kept them closed.
"Well?"
Gunn opened his eyes. "Well what?"
"Better?"
"I dunno." He grinned. "Maybe I need another dose of that kind of medicine."
She blushed. He liked that her skin was so light that he noticed it.
*~*~*
end mini 17
*~*~*
title: Manhood of the Goddess
author: echo
rating: R
disclaimer: Not mine. Gunn and company are Whedon's. Katie and company are Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Illyria/Neville (498)
AN: This is the companion piece to mini #16 Brotherhood of the Wizard and mini #17 Sisterhood of the Mistletoe... because Jinni asked.
*~*~*
It was Christmas eve, and things were good. Gran had finally met his... girlfriend. Remarkably, Gran Longbottom LIKED her. She hadn't even started as human, and Gran Longbottom liked her. Well, that was probably due to Illyria's startling honesty when asked if she could have children. Gran wanted the Longbottom line to continue. Illyria could provide that. She had even told Gran that she would LIKE to provide that. It was the first time Neville had ever heard her admit that she liked him even a little. He'd suspected he was sex research until then.
It had started on Halloween.
He'd known her before. She'd come with the vampires and Dean Thomas's cousin from America. They were demon fighters. But it was on Halloween that things had gotten crazy. She'd been helping out the Auror department a little. That night some yahoo had bespelled his toilet, and it was attacking muggles in the neighborhood. The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department had been very busy that evening, so Neville had been sent to the call. Illyria had accompanied him out of curiosity. The thing had swallowed half of one of his legs before she kicked it and busted the thing into porcelain dust.
It had ripped off half his pants leg. She had remarked that he had very nice hairy man legs... or something a bit more technical-sounding. Neville had blushed to the roots of his hair. He'd reported in then went home for the evening. Illyria had gone with him. The commode had scratched his thigh. She wanted to have a look at the wound.
Her scientific touches hadn't seemed so scientific. One thing had led to another. He wasn't rightly sure. All he knew was she looked at him, said she found him attractive, and would he be agreeable to mating with her right then. Neville had never heard it put quite like that.
Of course he said yes.
He'd never had 'it' quite like that either. She did the oddest things. She wanted to try everything and apparently she'd read some muggle sex book before and had retained like ninety-nine percent of it. Neville never knew a person could bend some of the ways they bent. She just about wore him out too. Until he had made it clear that he needed rests between 'bouts'.
That was the best. She apparently like to cuddle. Her favorite seemed to be curling up to his side and running her fingers all over his naked torso.
The worst was when her former boss Angel had caught them right after she'd undressed Neville and had just made her armor-suit disappear from her body. That always fascinated him. But Angel busting in on them had been awkward. Granted, they had been about to have sex in the broom closet of the flat Angel and his crew were staying in... because she had been too impatient to get him to her room. The vampire's face had been slack with shock. There had been several agonizing minutes of his staring before he'd said 'excuse me' and closed the door. He still acted a bit funny around Neville. You'd think someone who used to have the nickname 'Scourge of Europe' and had been the longtime paramour of someone who had been a prostitute before she had been turned into a vampire would not be bashful about nakedness.
But perhaps it was because it was Illyria.
Who was currently knocking back eggnog then making disgusted faces after every sip. Neville stalked over to her and took the crystal mug from her hands.
"If you don't like it, don't drink it."
"I am trying to adhere to the traditions of this holiday."
"Well, then here's one you'll like better."
He'd noticed Dean's cousin Gunn partaking of this particular tradition with Katie Bell. Neville pulled his, HIS, goddess under the mistletoe and kissed her.
"Humans kissing under a poisonous plant is a tradition?"
"Yes."
"And you humans say I am odd." Then she asked loudly. "Are we mating again after this gathering?"
The Weasley twins just happened to be walking by. Dammit. The two of them roared with laughter.
"Way to go, Longbottom!"
"All right for presents like THAT on Christmas eve!"
Neville blushed.
"You are turning pink again."
"I do that sometimes."
"It is attractive. Perhaps we should find a closet to mate in now. I like mating with you in closets, Neville."
This time Ginny was walking by with Spike. The both of them looked at Neville and Illyria. Spike glared. Ginny giggled. Neville's blush darkened.
"I... er... think we should stay a bit longer."
"Yes, the anticipation of mating will be greater if we abstain. You are right."
Merlin help him! Did people have to be walking by every time she said something like that? Because Harry and Ron were sniggering behind their hands now as the continued by.
She was a bit embarrassing, but Neville adored having a wild girlfriend who liked having sex with him, oh, everywhere. Finally. he'd never kept a girl for very long. He'd rarely had one in school. Now he had the former goddess. Well, she was still a goddess to him. Nothing about him was awkward or unflattering to her. She was the best holiday gift, so he'd handle her blunt talk.
Then later he'd be lucky enough to handle HER.
*~*~*
end mini 18
I have to write a spanking holiday fic in honor of my icon.
title: Brotherhood of the Wizard
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Gunn and company are Whedon's. Dean and company are Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Gunn/Dean (friendship) (88)
*~*~*
Funny how life worked out. Funny.
He hadn't met them until the end of the world so to speak. He remembered bleeding all over. He, Angel, Spike, and Illyria had been about to stand that last stand, and then the alley had been filled with good guys. Several loud pops... wizards everywhere. One of them had even patched up his gut in a way that 'muggle' medicine never could have. They called her a mediwitch. Strange.
And still, another one of them was claiming to be a distance cousin. The only family Charles Gunn had ever known was the people he'd thought he was gonna die fighting with and Alonna. Now he had cousin Dean. Cousin Dean the British wizard. His accent made Gunn think of Wes often. Especially now.
It was Christmas eve.
Gunn gripped his cane tightly and smiled at his family. Dean's family. It was composed of both their friends and people Gunn had found he was actually related to. Dean's mother and father had taken him in as if he was their very own, and not just some distant blood relative. They even made two vampires and a former hell goddess feel welcome. Gunn smiled as he noticed Spike chatting to some witch with very red hair. Then he noticed it was Ginny Weasley. She was pretty. Reminded Gunn of Willow a little with they way she was gesturing when she spoke..
Of course Angel was hanging with the 'adults'. The brood-master spent most of his time talking to a werewolf named Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley - a woman with more kids and technically adopted kids than she had fingers, and a very gnarly old bit of toughness called Mad-Eye Moody.
In the beginning, Illyria had mostly stayed off to the side alone at gatherings like this one. That is, until some of Dean's friends named Neville and Luna took to talking to her. Now Illyria could mostly be found in Neville Longbottom's company. Angel had even walked in on her naked in Neville's company... with Neville dressed to match. Gunn had never seen his former boss so embarrassed and awkward.
It was nice being together like this for Christmas. Gunn got along well with Dean's closest friends... though Hermione Granger refused to call him anything save Charles. It reminded him too much of Fred, but Hermione was very sweet and smart. He couldn't hold it against her. She was also greatly concerned that he always be comfortable. Dean's best friend Seamus, who Gunn got along with very well, was always concerned that Gunn not get too maudlin. Seamus was forever cracking jokes. He was the liveliest Irish guy Gunn had ever met. He was the ONLY Irish guy Gunn had ever met.
Someone plopped down in the chair next to his.
Gunn turned. Dean. Naturally. No matter where they were, Dean always managed to find him at least once to check how things were going.
"Need anything?"
"I can walk if I do. Just cos I'm a gimp, don't mean I can't do for myself."
Dean gave him that annoyed look he tended to give Seamus when he'd had too much firewhiskey and started singing in Gaelic.
"What?"
"Don't you know we LIKE doing for you, Gunn."
"I just-"
"You're just worse than Ginny about asking for help."
Ginny was Dean's ex. They had stayed close friends after breaking up though. Currently, Ginny was still being flirted with shamelessly by Spike. Several of Ginny's brothers had noticed this as well. They were fairly grouchy about their baby sister and boys. Especially blonde boys. She'd just had some sort of torrid fling with some character named Draco Malfoy. It was all anyone was gossiping about. Well, that and how some guy named Harry Potter had defeated some dark wizard dude. Well, Gunn had met Harry. He didn't see how Harry had defeated anything.... but then again, Wesley had never looked as tough as he actually was either. After talking to him a bit, Gunn had seen that Harry, Like Wes, had reserves of strength.
"Gunn?"
"Sorry, man. I was thinking."
"About?"
"Ginny and Spike."
"Yeah, Ron's starting to foam at the mouth about it."
"Spike's a good guy." Gunn paused. "And I can't believe I just said that."
"I know Spike's a good guy. But he doesn't LOOK like it. He looks like the bad boy. You'd think Gin would have gotten that out of her system, but I guess not. I know Spike's not evil or anything. Hell, he's not even technically a human, and he's worth a thousand Malfoys, but Ron doesn't know him like you do."
"That's not a winning argument, Dean. If he knew Spike like I do, he'd REALLY keep Ginny under lock and key."
Dean chuckled. Then he smirked. "Say, cousin, did you know you've been sitting under the mistletoe all night?"
"Huh?"
"You're sitting under the mistletoe."
Hermione had placed him in this chair. Gunn looked up, and his eyes went a little wide. That tricky little bookworm. She gave all the appearance of being sweet, but Gunn should have remembered her closest friends were Harry and Ron. Trouble was their forte. She was also pretty well acquainted with the Weasley twins and their joke shop. Gunn had to wonder who she had in mind to accost him. Surely not herself. It was a great secret, but he could see who she was saving herself for... and it certainly was not Charles Gunn.
"You know, Dean, some of your friends are real ridiculous."
"Just because Hermione thinks you'd be less of a bastard if you were getting the sweet snog?"
The sweet snog? From who? "Wh-what?!"
"She's even got a girl all lined up for you."
"I'm sorry... WHAT?!"
Dean patted Gunn on his good knee. "Said female has been covertly staring at you all night. I'll just send her on over now."
"What?! Who?!"
Dean chuckled as he avoided the question and headed off into a crowd of people. Gunn recognized them as some of the people who played... what was the name of that broom stick game... well, that's what they played. Dean spoke to them and three women turned to look his direction. Dean winked at Gunn.
Gunn could happily kill his cousin and Hermione Granger right now. They'd plotted. He knew it. Well, maybe he'd just tell a certain redheaded Weasley man that a certain bookworm was so fascinated with him that she slept with his photo under her pillow... even at her age.
He stiffened when he noticed one of the women from the crowd break away. Dean gave him the thumbs up. Gunn's eyes narrowed. He'd get him for this. Hermione too. Gunn had also noticed cousin Dean looking at some blonde girl named Hannah a bit longer than he ought. Maybe Gunn would just mention the staring to this Hannah... or point it out to Seamus then get him drunk. Because Seamus couldn't hold a secret with firewhiskey in him. He also couldn't hold onto his bladder... but that was another less Christmas-y story involving a butterbeer cork, some candle wax, and Lavender Brown.
Yes, two could play at the mistletoe game.
He looked up as a shadow fell across him.
"So you're Dean's cousin?"
*~*~*
end mini 16
*~*~*
title: Sisterhood of the Mistletoe
author: echo
rating: PG
disclaimer: Not mine. Gunn and company are Whedon's. Katie and company are Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Gunn/Katie (196)
AN: This is the companion piece to mini #16 Brotherhood of the Wizard.
*~*~*
"So you're Dean's cousin?"
Gunn blinked. "Only distantly related."
The thin woman slipped into the chair next to his, then leaned over so she could be close for the talk she seemed to want to have with him. Gunn was going to murder Dean Thomas and Hermione Granger. They'd placed him in this chair knowing he would get up for anything other than a trip to the bathroom. Despite his cane, his knee always pained him greatly when the weather got chilly, so Gunn tried to avoid walking about when it was cold if he could help it. Hermione had situated him in this rather comfy chair... under the mistletoe. Then his cousin Dean had come by and informed him that he was sitting under said mistletoe and that he was sending a kisser over for him. Cousin Dean and Hermione had set him up.
Gunn could beat them both with his cane.
But the woman was lovely. She was tall and thin... like someone else he used to know. She was blonde though. Long golden hair fell across her dark red holiday robes. Her eyes reminded him of tiger's eye. That golden brown. Gold in some lights, brown in others.
"I'm Katie, by the way. Katie Bell." She held out her hand.
Gunn took it. It was so delicate and soft. He had expected some callouses from playing her game. Dean had mentioned that the group she had been standing with all played this game. Katie's hand wasn't as rough as he would have suspected. It was smooth as silk. Maybe a little bony, but he'd had that before and liked it.
"Charles Gunn."
"I know. Hermione and Dean have told me all about you."
Gunn rolled his eyes. "Great." What had they said? Oh, yes, Charles Gunn, Dean Thomas's cousin, is a miserable bastard who can't get into the Christmas spirit because he's not the man he used to be and has lost too many people he dared to care about.
"Dean tells me you're very brave."
"Huh?" Ok, maybe Dean hadn't gone with the miserable bastard riff.
"He said you faced a whole nest of vampires, and then you went to stop the end of the world... with a gut wound."
"Yeah... I guess I did."
She had not released his hand. Not only that, but she was rubbing her thumb across his knuckles. It was sort of... sexy. "Brave. I adore bravery."
"Bravery can sometimes get you killed... or hurt."
"I know. I've seen my share of people... go. Seen them get hurt, held them as the died, but you did what needed to be done."
He looked at her. "Who are you missing this holiday season?"
"Am I so transparent?"
"No. I just know the signs.... from experience. I always think about certain people on the holidays. Christmas eve is a big one, you know. I got a whole lot of people I have to think about at least once before the night's over."
"My parents. My ex boyfriend. You? Dean mentioned there was a girl once."
"Damn. Is there anything Dean DIDN'T tell you?"
"Whether or not you'd hit me with your cane if I tried to kiss you."
"I tend to not hit the girls who actually want me to kiss them, so I suppose I wouldn't.... unless you're a bad kisser."
She smiled. "With those lips of yours for inspiration, not possible."
"You're gonna make me blush, girl."
"Well, it won't show with your skin tone... and I'm no girl."
"I know. I can see that. It's just a figure of speech."
"Oh. An Americanism then?"
"I guess... and to answer your question from earlier. Yes, there was a girl. Actually, there were three."
"Three?" She asked with wide eyes.
"An ex, a friend, and a sister. And there have been members of my crew... and Wesley."
"Wesley?"
"A friend."
"You miss them."
"I do."
"But do we even help?"
"Huh?"
"I know Dean carts you everywhere just about with him and Seamus. And Hermione pampers you... does it help?"
"A little."
"Do you know the phrase 'kiss it better'?"
"Yeah." Was his heart speeding up? Was she going to actually kiss him? He was still under the mistletoe, after all.
"Would it be all right if I tried it?"
"Uh... yeah."
One of those thin hands cupped his cheek as she leaned across the arm of her chair and pressed her lips to his. He'd always heard about people feeling a spark when they kissed. Like magic. Gunn had never experienced that. Until now. Maybe it was because she was a witch, but he was sure feeling the magic spark just now. He'd even closed his eyes. When she pulled away, he kept them closed.
"Well?"
Gunn opened his eyes. "Well what?"
"Better?"
"I dunno." He grinned. "Maybe I need another dose of that kind of medicine."
She blushed. He liked that her skin was so light that he noticed it.
*~*~*
end mini 17
*~*~*
title: Manhood of the Goddess
author: echo
rating: R
disclaimer: Not mine. Gunn and company are Whedon's. Katie and company are Rowling's.
fandoms: AtS/HP
pairing: Illyria/Neville (498)
AN: This is the companion piece to mini #16 Brotherhood of the Wizard and mini #17 Sisterhood of the Mistletoe... because Jinni asked.
*~*~*
It was Christmas eve, and things were good. Gran had finally met his... girlfriend. Remarkably, Gran Longbottom LIKED her. She hadn't even started as human, and Gran Longbottom liked her. Well, that was probably due to Illyria's startling honesty when asked if she could have children. Gran wanted the Longbottom line to continue. Illyria could provide that. She had even told Gran that she would LIKE to provide that. It was the first time Neville had ever heard her admit that she liked him even a little. He'd suspected he was sex research until then.
It had started on Halloween.
He'd known her before. She'd come with the vampires and Dean Thomas's cousin from America. They were demon fighters. But it was on Halloween that things had gotten crazy. She'd been helping out the Auror department a little. That night some yahoo had bespelled his toilet, and it was attacking muggles in the neighborhood. The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department had been very busy that evening, so Neville had been sent to the call. Illyria had accompanied him out of curiosity. The thing had swallowed half of one of his legs before she kicked it and busted the thing into porcelain dust.
It had ripped off half his pants leg. She had remarked that he had very nice hairy man legs... or something a bit more technical-sounding. Neville had blushed to the roots of his hair. He'd reported in then went home for the evening. Illyria had gone with him. The commode had scratched his thigh. She wanted to have a look at the wound.
Her scientific touches hadn't seemed so scientific. One thing had led to another. He wasn't rightly sure. All he knew was she looked at him, said she found him attractive, and would he be agreeable to mating with her right then. Neville had never heard it put quite like that.
Of course he said yes.
He'd never had 'it' quite like that either. She did the oddest things. She wanted to try everything and apparently she'd read some muggle sex book before and had retained like ninety-nine percent of it. Neville never knew a person could bend some of the ways they bent. She just about wore him out too. Until he had made it clear that he needed rests between 'bouts'.
That was the best. She apparently like to cuddle. Her favorite seemed to be curling up to his side and running her fingers all over his naked torso.
The worst was when her former boss Angel had caught them right after she'd undressed Neville and had just made her armor-suit disappear from her body. That always fascinated him. But Angel busting in on them had been awkward. Granted, they had been about to have sex in the broom closet of the flat Angel and his crew were staying in... because she had been too impatient to get him to her room. The vampire's face had been slack with shock. There had been several agonizing minutes of his staring before he'd said 'excuse me' and closed the door. He still acted a bit funny around Neville. You'd think someone who used to have the nickname 'Scourge of Europe' and had been the longtime paramour of someone who had been a prostitute before she had been turned into a vampire would not be bashful about nakedness.
But perhaps it was because it was Illyria.
Who was currently knocking back eggnog then making disgusted faces after every sip. Neville stalked over to her and took the crystal mug from her hands.
"If you don't like it, don't drink it."
"I am trying to adhere to the traditions of this holiday."
"Well, then here's one you'll like better."
He'd noticed Dean's cousin Gunn partaking of this particular tradition with Katie Bell. Neville pulled his, HIS, goddess under the mistletoe and kissed her.
"Humans kissing under a poisonous plant is a tradition?"
"Yes."
"And you humans say I am odd." Then she asked loudly. "Are we mating again after this gathering?"
The Weasley twins just happened to be walking by. Dammit. The two of them roared with laughter.
"Way to go, Longbottom!"
"All right for presents like THAT on Christmas eve!"
Neville blushed.
"You are turning pink again."
"I do that sometimes."
"It is attractive. Perhaps we should find a closet to mate in now. I like mating with you in closets, Neville."
This time Ginny was walking by with Spike. The both of them looked at Neville and Illyria. Spike glared. Ginny giggled. Neville's blush darkened.
"I... er... think we should stay a bit longer."
"Yes, the anticipation of mating will be greater if we abstain. You are right."
Merlin help him! Did people have to be walking by every time she said something like that? Because Harry and Ron were sniggering behind their hands now as the continued by.
She was a bit embarrassing, but Neville adored having a wild girlfriend who liked having sex with him, oh, everywhere. Finally. he'd never kept a girl for very long. He'd rarely had one in school. Now he had the former goddess. Well, she was still a goddess to him. Nothing about him was awkward or unflattering to her. She was the best holiday gift, so he'd handle her blunt talk.
Then later he'd be lucky enough to handle HER.
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end mini 18
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Oh my Goddess!!
You gave my boy a goddess for Xmas....
Numfar... join me in the dance of Snoopy
YOU ROCK!!!
And serve deadboy right... whoohoo Neville getting himself some.
I am the ROFLMAO DD
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Date: 2004-12-14 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-14 07:41 am (UTC)Thank you so much for writing the Neville/Illyria bit. The three fics together were just wonderful... and they all stood so well on their own, too.
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Date: 2004-12-14 01:55 pm (UTC)"I like mating with you in closets, Neville."
*snicker* Go Neville!
BTW, I'm totally looking forward to that holiday spanking fic...particularly if it involves Blaise somehow...