Passion

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Title: Passion
Rating: Let's say R, just in case (femmeslash)
Challenge: "Heat"
Crossover: BtVS and The Secret Circle
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Never were, never will be. They were created by Joss Whedon and L.J. Smith.




“Passion,” she said in that throaty voice that made Willow’s skin jump, “is Heat.” She said “Heat” just like that, as if the H were capitalized. Full red lips brushed the shell of Willow’s ear. Her very nearness sent Willow’s blood rushing, raising her temperature, until a sheen of perspiration coated her skin. Faye straightened, stepping back. Willow leaned back against the pillows as she watched the sway of her lover’s hips.

A few steps away from the bed, Faye turned back, a wicked smile on those plump lips. “Heat is the reason that passion is a flame.” Willow felt the magic building, knew what was about to happen, yet still gasped as a tongue of flame leapt from the other woman’s palm. It danced and swayed, moving the way Faye moved, licking at her hair, teasing her skin, but never making contact. This was part of the attraction. This was the part of Faye that called to her: danger.

Faye moved closer, a different sort of flame in her golden eyes. As she knelt on the bed, crawling forward and calling up that heat in Willow’s body, Willow had to concede victory. Passion wasn’t a flood. Passion was Heat.