Title: This Can’t Be Right
Author: Luna
E-mail: ambersgrrl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Yes please!
Genre: Buffy/WWE
Rating: NC-17 (Don’t know if it will actually be necessary but I *always* try to err on the side of caution)
Archive: Luna’s Night Moves,
Tainted Fiction,
WWE_ATS_BTVS, Full Moon Romper Room,
anyone else please just ask, I’ll probably say yes.
Pairings: Willow/Batista
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and UPN own all rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and do not authorize this author. Like wise Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary: A wild night in Vegas leads to some unforeseen consequences. Can they find their way or will they end up destroying one another in the process.
Spoilers: In my mind season seven never happened. The only thing that DID happen was that Willow went to England to gain control of her powers. As for the WWE I’m just going to be making up things as I go along because it’s been quite some time since I’ve had the chance to watch it. Oh and BTW I’m aware that Batista didn’t have his own shirt until just recently but just play along, okay? Okay. ^__^
Author’s Note: I’d
like to take this time to remind everyone that the legal age of consent in the
United States of America is indeed 18.
However I needed a hook for this story and with some exceptions all the
proceedings that you will hear about from here on out are fictitious. PLEASE IF THAT BOTHERS YOU STOP READING
NOW!!!
Anything else: I’m using these characters as I see fit. I’d say that because of that it would qualify as AU, but I’m not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I’m not. Any comments are welcome.
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After Buffy and Xander left the newlyweds sat in silence. Neither was willing to break the calm that had settled around them. Willow pulled absently at the cuff of the shirt she was wearing. Her mind whirled with questions, questions that she had no answers for.
Dave watched the redhead that was now his wife. He was at a loss as to what to do now. He’d never been one for making plans, just flying by the seat of his pants. It usually turned out fine, but now… now there was Willow to consider. One wrong move and the jackals that he’d aligned himself with would descend and devour her.
The big man rubbed his face with his hands. He’d never seen this one coming. In a few short hours this woman had turned his world upside down and strangely he didn’t seem to mind at all. Maybe it was the feeling of rightness he got whenever he looked at her.
A rumbling stomach brought Batista out of his introspection. Knowing that it wasn’t his he looked at the little redhead. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she either didn’t notice it or didn’t care. The latter didn’t sit very well with him. Sighing he said, “Willow?”
Her bright green gaze focused on him. “Huh? What,” she asked distractedly.
“Why don’t we get something to eat,” Dave suggested.
Willow’s stomach growled loudly. The little witch blushed furiously. “I-I guess that would be a good idea.”
“So do you want to call room service or go out,” he asked casually.
She slowly stood. “Out. I think,” was her reply. Her gaze traveled the room and once again failed to find her clothing. “Um… what am I going to wear?”
It was on the tip of his tongued to tell her that she looked good as is but he suspected that wouldn’t be good for either of them. Instead he began a thorough search of the room. He found a pair of black Levis under the bed, behind one of the room’s chairs he was able to locate her lacy black bra, her shirt and panties were no where to be found.
Dave handed the clothing to her. “These were all I could find,” he said apologetically. He rummaged around in his gym bag and produced an over large black t-shirt. On the front was a stylized B the back looked like a combination of the tattoos that he hand around his navel and the one on his upper arm. “This will have to do until after breakfast,” he said.
Willow looked at him curiously. “Why? What happens after breakfast?”
The grappler stared at her for a long moment. He wondered if she really understood what was going to be asked of her in the next few months. “We’re going to have to go shopping. I’m assuming that you don’t have anything other than what you have on.”
The little witch shook her head sadly. “I only brought one other shirt. It was only supposed to be an overnight trip,” she said brokenly, turning her back on him. Willow could feel tears pricking the backs of her eyes. She thought she was all cried out, but apparently that wasn’t the case.
Batista couldn’t stand to see the young woman so upset. This had to be hard for her. Hell, it was hard for him as well. They were definitely going to have to make some adjustments. He placed his large hands on her shoulders and slowly pulled her back to lean against him. He rested his chin on the crown of her head.
“Things are going to be difficult for a while, maybe for a long while, but we’ll get through it.”
Willow nodded her head. She clutched the clothing to her chest. “Do I have time for a shower,” she asked.
“Yeah, we’ve got plenty of time. The plane doesn’t leave until eight and it’s only,” he turned his head to check the glowing red numbers. “A little after eleven. We should have time for breakfast and some shopping before we have to meet the others.”
She stiffened in his arms. Dave ran his hands soothingly up and down her arms. “Those aren’t the only ones you’re going to be meeting tonight,” he said gently.
“W-who else,” Willow managed to choke out.
“Most of my coworkers will be there,” Batista sighed. He turned her so that he could look at her. “Willow, there’s going to be a lot of questions, some of which we won’t be able to answer.” The big man stared at his wife for a long moment before he finally asked, “Do you trust me?”
The shy young hacker looked into those chocolate orbs and knew that her answer would make or break their relationship. On the surface he seemed decent enough. She couldn’t recall much of the night before but something deep inside her just trusted him implicitly. Then there was the way he had reacted when the others had informed them of the “plan.”
She must have been silent for too long because her husband’s face seemed to fall. As he started to turn his head away she reached up with her small hand and cupped his cheek. Gently she turned his face back to hers. “Yes I do trust you,” she said with artless sincerity. “I don’t know how or why, but I do.” She laid a tender kiss to his opposite cheek.
Willow stepped back. There was a look of quiet wonderment on his handsome face. Feeling a little daring she braced her hands on his biceps. Leaning up on tiptoe she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Before Batista could even react she had turned, making her way to the bathroom.
The shower began to run. Dave lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Sighing again he covered his face. He had no idea how he was going to make this work or even if it could work, but he was going to give it one hell of a try. With that in mind he got up from the bed and walked back over to his bag. He pulled out a pair of well worn Levis and a white t-shirt. He quickly changed into the fresh clothing, making sure to pack the other pair of pants before grabbing his toothbrush.
The shy young hacker scrubbed her body with a vengeance. She had to do something with all the anger that was flow through her. It was either scour her flesh or unleash untold torment on those three assholes that had turned her life upside down without a thought to who might be hurt.
She let the water run over her body. The anger was now giving way to tears once again. Willow gave in and let them flow. It was so hard. ‘Why does life have to be so… so mean,’ she thought. ‘Great Willow, even in your own thoughts you can’t come up with something better than mean. What would Tara do,’ she wondered.
That thought brought the witch up short. Tara. The one person in the entire world who had loved her more than she’d ever thought possible. The one person whose death had so devastated the little redhead. The loss of her lover had caused a tailspin that had very nearly ended the world.
It was strange really. This was the first time that Willow had thought of the blonde witch in what felt like days. It wasn’t really but it still felt that way. Was she being unfaithful to Tara by having these feelings for her husband? And hey! What happened to being gay!
All these thoughts spun in her brain making her head hurt. She shut the water off and grabbed the towel off the toilet. She dried off quickly, remembering that Batista was waiting on her. With that in mind she picked up her jeans. Willow scrunched up her face at the thought of having to go “commando.” She’d never been the type of girl that could comfortably go without panties. She consoled herself with the fact that at least she still had her bra.
Willow emerged from the bathroom. The wrestler looked up as she walked out. The shirt was far too large for her small frame. It covered her from neck to knee. ‘She looks so adorable like that,’ Dave thought then gave himself a mental shake. ‘Now, is not the time to have *those* thoughts,’ he silently chastised. ‘Is there going to be a better time,’ another part challenged him.
With a sigh he pushed up off the bed and into the bathroom. The mirror was still fogged over from her shower. That was fine. He didn’t need a mirror to brush his teeth. Even so, he turned on the bathroom’s fan so that he would eventually be able to run a comb through his hair.
The petite witch watched as her husband scowled at the fogged surface in front of him. She wondered what he was thinking. If his face was any indication she wasn’t all that sure that she really wanted to know. Willow didn’t know how to deal with him.
Her experience with men was limited and not always the best. Oz had cheated on her, tried to kill, and then up and left. Xander had at one time been the love of her young life. She had found out the hard way that stolen smoochies with him had *not* been worth the pain they had caused. Then there was Giles whom she thought of as more of a father figure than a romantic interest. Of course, there was Angel and while very attractive he had always (and probably always would be) labeled as Buffy’s boyfriend. That made him untouchable even if he would have given her a second look. Not to be forgotten was Spike. The bleach blonde had a way of looking at her that made a girl think that he was seeing inside her. However, he was rude, snarky, and abrasive. It sort of detracted from that killer sex god thing he had going on.
Willow shook her head at the train of her thoughts. ‘Yep,’ she concluded mentally. ‘Guys plus Willow equals big ole mess.’ She watched as Batista ran a comb through his hair then ran his finger through it. The young witch had no idea how she was supposed to deal with him. Maybe she’d ask Buffy later.
Dave turned to find that his wife was watching him. He sent her a brilliant smile. He hoped that it was comforting. It was the first time in his experience that he was going to be with someone longer than a night or two. Somehow that thought didn’t terrify him. It sent a thrill through him. It made his smile that much brighter.
‘Oh yeah,’ Willow thought. ‘She’d have to ask Buffy later. Much later!’ She joined her husband by the door and took his proffered arm. They made their way out of the room and to the elevators.
In the lobby the pair opted to have breakfast in the nearby café. The hostess showed them to a table in a secluded little corner. Obviously she thought that she was doing them a favor. Her million-dollar smile seemed to say as much. Handing them menus she recited the breakfast specials.
Their server came over, took their drink orders and left them to peruse their selections. Willow was browsing the items on the menu when she noticed Batista visibly stiffen. She lowered the menu to the table. The little redhead cocked her head to the side as she studied her husband. He seemed to be staring at something behind her.
Turning she noticed another couple making their way over to them. A feeling of anxiety washed over the witch. The man was clearly older. His well-tailored suit more than adequately able to conceal any deficiency he might have had. He had a sour expression on his face. The woman was stunning. She could have been forty or sixty. It was hard to tell. Her blonde hair was obviously professionally styled. She had a tasteful woman’s business suit on. Her expression was open and approachable.
“This is not good,” Dave muttered as the couple drew ever closer to their table.
Whipping her head around she stared at the man across from her. “I’m sorry. What did you say,” Willow asked. Batista shook his head as the other couple drew abreast of their table. The shy hacker looked at him curiously. Again he shook his head and mouthed, “Later.”
Dazedly Willow nodded her head. She turned luminous green eyes on their new arrivals. The older couple stood by their table. An air of authority surrounded them. It was something that screamed money and power. She noted that Batista had finally turned his attention to the newcomers.
The blonde woman’s face broke out in a smile. “Ah, just the people we wanted to see.”