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The Ascension

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual theme and content.

Alexandra Selezeanu stood in the small security room at Thousand Pines, watching the monitors as the black Acura TSX rocketed up the driveway, pulling into the turn around in front. Rachel got out and went to the passenger side, opening the door for the car’s other occupant. A girl with chin length dark hair got out, waiting as Rachel closed the door and gestured her forward. The girl looked up at the sprawling house with apprehension and Alex zoomed in on her face, getting a good look at her. She was pretty enough, with sharp cheek bones and a slightly upturned nose.

Lips twisting slightly in thought, Alexandra frowned. The phone call she had gotten from Rachel had been unnerving. It was clear her adopted daughter had been fighting for control of her emotions, barely choking out the story. Though she didn’t come out and say it, Rachel’s feelings for Carly were strong enough to have her violating a Guardianship edict regarding all Slayers.

An intercom in the console beeped softly and Alexandra keyed it. “Ma’am, Miss Rachel is here with a guest,” the disembodied voice of the butler intoned.

“Send them to my office. I’ll be there shortly. Please prepare some coffee. I think it’s going to be a long night.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Alex tracked the movements of the butler and the two women as they moved through the house to the office. As acting CEO of Cross Industries, Alex worked constantly, keeping the company her best friend and Rachel’s older sister had entrusted her with running and profitable. It was Rachel’s legacy, the only thing left of the family she had barely known and Alex made damn certain she would inherit it as she should. Working from her home office also helped Alex cover the fact that she didn’t age. She looked like a woman in her early to mid 20’s, having stopped aging in the mid 1600’s.

Going to her office, Alex nodded at the butler as he emerged, having delivered the coffee she ordered. “You’re free for the night. I’ll handle it from here.”

“Yes ma’am. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Alex saw that Carly was sitting in the chair opposite her desk and Rachel stood by the window, hands in her pockets as she stared out across the dark expanse of the estate. Tension and fear radiated from both of them and Alex let out a quiet sigh before walking in and closing the door behind her. Rachel glanced at her mother, the fleeting pain Alex saw making her ache for the younger woman. “Alex, this is Carly. Carly, this is my mom, Alex.”

Carly stood and extended her hand, which Alex shook. Carly’s palms were clammy, a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. She wasn’t just scared, she was absolutely terrified. Alex gave her an appraising look before sitting down behind the desk. She carefully pulled the sleeve of her sweater down, making sure the hideous scars on her arm were hidden. “Rachel tells me you’re a Slayer.”

“I used to be.”

Alex glanced at Rachel, who was watching her intently from the window. Rachel leaned against the window frame, arms folded over her chest and feet crossed at the ankle. She nodded almost imperceptibly and Rachel relaxed just a fraction. “Tell me why you’re a Slayer in the past tense, Carly.”

Carly stared at Alex for a long moment, noticing a faint animal-like glimmer in her eyes. “You’re a vampire.”

Alex smiled, taking care to keep her fangs hidden. “Perceptive young woman.”

“You can’t lie to a vampire,” Rachel murmured, unfolding her arms and shoving her hands in her jeans pockets. “If she finds out you’re lying about anything…” She trailed off and Carly glanced between the two before nodding.

“I understand.” She cleared her throat, wiping her sweating palms on the thighs of her jeans. “Ask away.”

An hour later, Alex sat back in her chair, satisfied with the answers she had gotten from Carly. Standing, she stretched her arms over her head and gestured for Rachel to follow her. They stepped into the hallway, with Alex shutting the door behind her. “She’s not lying about anything.”

Rachel blew out a breath, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. “You’re sure?”

Alex nodded, sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Absolutely.” She raised an eyebrow at Rachel. “She’s definitely not lying about her feelings for you.”

“I know.”

They were silent for a long moment, Rachel glancing at the closed office door. “You have to call in the Guardianship. If you hide this from them, you will be put to death for treason.”

“I know that, too.” Rachel leaned against the wall. “Delilah’s not going to like this. Slayers killed the girl she mentored before me. They…slashed her throat and staked her as she was dying. Delilah wants blood for Caitlin and I know she’s going to want to take it from Carly.” She closed her eyes. “I won’t let her do that.”

Alex was quiet for a long moment. “Are you willing to die for her?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation and Alex grimaced.

“It may just come to that.”

* * * *

Carly paced the office restlessly, trying to hear any conversation from the other side of the door but she heard nothing. Glancing around, she guessed the room was sound proofed. She had had two cups of excellent coffee which helped with her weariness but the caffeine had done nothing good for her nerves. Finally, the door opened and Rachel came in without Alex.

“It’s late. We can stay here tonight.” Rachel’s voice was soft. She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Tomorrow morning we’re meeting with some officials from the Guardianship.”

Carly nodded slightly. “You look as scared as I feel.”

“This is far from over,” Rachel said softly. She didn’t voice her fear that she had only given Carly only a temporary reprieve. “Let’s go to bed.”

Carly followed Rachel through the darkened house to the second floor, pausing uncertainly as Rachel opened a door. Turning on a light, Rachel gestured with her head for Carly to follow. Carly stepped into a modestly sized bedroom. It was tastefully decorated, with one wall made up of bookshelves showing off an impressive collection of books. A small collection of DVDs and CDs occupied the lower shelves. Rachel had gone to a walk-in closet, hanging up her jacket and opening a small safe to lock her gun away.

She glanced over her shoulder, watching as Carly went to the wall of windows that overlooked the back expanse of the Cross estate. Shutting the safe, Rachel stepped up next to Carly. “It’s two hundred acres,” Rachel said softly. “Privacy was huge for my grandfather and I’m grateful for it today. It was definitely a help when the media hounded us after Jenna died and my life hit the gossip rags.” Carly only nodded and Rachel sighed. She gently took the other woman by the shoulders, turning her so they faced each other. “I had to be sure.”

Carly nodded. “I-I know. What’s going to happen to me tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. Let’s not talk about it right now, okay? We’ll worry about tomorrow when the sun comes up.” Rachel slid her hands down Carly’s arms so that she could take her hands. Lacing her fingers with Carly’s she pulled her close, pressing her lips to Carly’s.

Carly let go of Rachel’s hands, putting her arms around her waist and pulling her close. The kiss turned deeper, a long, slow, thorough exploration of warm, soft mouths. With that kiss, Carly relaxed against the familiar lean, muscular lines of Rachel’s body. She let the fear and worry slide from her mind, losing herself in the physical sensation of being with Rachel.

Rachel made a soft noise at the contact, sliding her hands over Carly’s hips and then down over the curve of her ass. Her breath quickened as she felt Carly’s fingertips brush the skin of her lower back, pushing up the hem of her T-shirt. Their kisses became more urgent, Carly’s hand moving further up Rachel’s back and pressing her closer. Rachel broke away from the kiss, breathing hard. She traced Carly’s jaw with her lips, moving downward over her neck, flicking her tongue along the soft, sensitive skin of her throat. Carly moaned and Rachel slid her hands along Carly’s waist, thumbs skimming the flat, tight planes of her abdomen. Her hands slid higher, fingers fanning Carly’s ribs as their lips met again with bruising force.

“Let’s get rid of this,” Rachel murmured, tugging at Carly’s shirt. Carly hesitated a second before stepping back and pulling the shirt over her head. She let it drop, a fire lighting in her blood as Rachel’s appreciative eyes swept her body. She started to reach behind her to undo her bra when Rachel stopped her. “I’ve got it.”

Carly nodded, her heart pounding as she settled her hands on Rachel’s waist. A brief surge of fear that their first time would be their last had her tensing. “Don’t think,” Rachel whispered in her ear, her hands sliding over Carly’s back. “Not now.”

Rachel left a trail of kisses down the side of Carly’s neck, her lips moving along the curve of one shoulder as she slid the bra strap aside. In the next moment, the bra was gone and Carly was naked from the waist up. Rachel’s mouth curved in a slow smile as she slid her hands over Carly’s chest and down over her abdomen, her fingers quick and sure on the button and zipper of her jeans. Pushing them down, Carly stepped out of them, wearing only a pair of black high cut panties. The way Rachel looked at her made her breath catch, the heat building inside of her to an almost fever pitch. She ached to touch the other woman, to feel skin against skin.

“Rachel.” The name came out a hoarse whisper, Carly reaching for the other woman. Rachel caught her hands, pulling her into a long, slow, thorough kiss that left them both gasping for air. “I need you now.”

Rachel held Carly close, aware of the bare skin separated only by the T-shirt and jeans she still wore. She wanted nothing more than to take Carly right there, on the floor but she also wanted to take her time, find the right places to touch. She began to move Carly toward the bed, kissing her. Carly’s hands found the tops of her jeans, working feverishly until they slid from Rachel’s hips. Rachel kicked her jeans off, yanking her T-shirt over her head and tossing it aside as Carly sat down on the bed, taking off her panties. Lying down on the bed next to Carly, she ran her nails up the center of the other woman’s body, making her writhe.

Her mouth followed, carefully skirting the inch long scars that covered Carly’s left side. Rachel maneuvered herself between Carly’s legs, pressing her hips down with enough pressure to make the other woman moan as they kissed. Carly raked one hand through Rachel’s hair, sliding the other one down her back to undo her bra and push it aside. She slid her palm over the curve of Rachel’s breast, squeezing the nipple between her thumb and index finger, making Rachel cry out.

Carly suddenly stopped, eyes wide. Rachel frowned at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Your mother is a vampire! They can hear everything!” she hissed.

Rachel chuckled, her hand moving in lazy circles over Carly’s abdomen. Sliding her fingers lower, she nipped lightly at Carly’s ear. “Three rooms in this house are sound proofed- mine, hers and her office.” She smiled as she slipped two fingers inside of Carly, making her moan. “For privacy reasons.”

All rational thought fled then as Carly arched her hips against Rachel’s hand, her soft moans the only sound. Waves of pleasure washed through her, wiping away the fear and tension of the night. Rachel’s lips and fingers, the heat of their bodies were the only things she was aware of as she crested on the waves radiating from her core. A ragged breath tore from her chest and Rachel felt her tensing, the muscles in her thighs and abdomen tightening as she teetered on the brink. One last slow stroke and Carly arched off the bed uttering a sharp cry as the orgasm tore through her. Rachel kept up her rhythm, stroking deeply until Carly could barely breathe.

She collapsed against Rachel, gasping for air as Rachel slowly withdrew her hand. A light sheen of sweat covered them both and Carly gave a shaky laugh. “God,” she whispered, resting her forehead against Rachel’s.

Rachel gave her a slow, lazy smile. “I’m flattered.”

“Smart ass.” Carly ran her hand down Rachel’s arm, gliding over the curve of her hip. Her body was well muscled and lean, not like Donna’s bony, malnourished frame. Propping herself up on one elbow, she moved her fingers over Rachel’s body, reveling in the soft warmth of her skin. She lightly skimmed the Celtic knot on her right hip before dipping between Rachel’s thighs. Rachel moaned, shifting her hips for better access. Carly curled two fingers inside of her, making Rachel gasp. She watched Rachel’s eyes flutter as her head fell back.

Rachel had been close to coming herself when Carly did and she wanted the sensation to last. The pressure building inside of her was exquisite, spreading through her until every muscle seemed to be tensing, hovering at the edge. She drew in a shuddering breath, feeling Carly’s breath against her skin as she kissed her neck, moving down to the hollow at the base of her throat. A scrape of teeth against her collar bone sent Rachel into oblivion, shuddering in Carly’s arms.

Once she caught her breath, she wrapped both arms around Carly, holding her tight. They didn’t speak for a long time, fingers drifting lazily over cooling skin. Rachel’s finger tips lightly traced the scars starting at Carly’s hip and she stopped, covering what she could with her entire hand. “Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice quiet.

Carly was quiet for a long moment as memories surfaced, Donna laughing as she brandished her bloody knife. “Donna, my ex-girlfriend.” Tears suddenly burned her eyes and she swallowed hard. “Our relationship wasn’t exactly healthy.”

Rachel gently caressed Carly’s cheek, using her thumb to wipe away the start of the tears. “Tell me what happened?”

“Donna and I broke up. She was seeing someone else and I…I met a girl at the library, a girl who had a tattoo on her hand. Kara wasn’t a Guardian, the tattoo didn’t even really match yours…but Donna saw us together, saw her hand…” Carly swallowed again, this time tasting bile. More tears coursed over her cheeks, soaking the pillow. “She made me watch, Rachel.”

Rachel had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and she felt a stab of guilt for asking Carly to relive her pain. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me the rest.”

Carly closed her eyes and held on to Rachel, the only solid thing that kept her from falling into her memories. “No, you need to know about Donna Wilson. Donna is a sick, sadistic bitch who gets off on pain and misery. She tortured Kara and made me watch and after she killed her, she came for me with the same knife and this is what she did to me. She took her time and made sure I felt everything. She worked for over an hour before Father Murphy found us and made her stop. If he hadn’t…she would have killed me.”

Carly took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing down a sob. “I recovered in Father Murphy’s quarters. When I was mostly healed, I found out I had gotten into Prindell which was my way out of Hell.”

Rachel kissed her gently, wiping away the tears on her face. “She won’t touch you ever again.” Silently, she made a promise to Carly that if she ever crossed paths with Donna, she would kill her.

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