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Mordred cracked his shoulders slightly. "What first, love? 'Port in?"
"Make sure they're asleep," Octavian suggested.
Mordred and Vortigern took each other's hand and concentrated, sending their minds through the mansion. Nothing, nothing, nothing...
Ah!
They carefully put the awake mind to sleep.
"Well, they are now," Vortigern said.
Gwen
Gwen shrugged.
"We could port or..."
She pulled out her lock picks and expertly inserted them into the lock. She fiddled with it and seconds later, she was opening the door.
She turned back to the Mavericks.
"Ok, you guys go in here... I'll meet you upstairs."
She started to climb the walls, heading for the top window of the house. She loved this, it was what she was born to do, and she was completely in her element here.
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Vortigern flickered out of visibility. "Let's do as she says."
Demetria levitated off the ground so she wouldn't make a noise. "Be methodical."
"Vort, we'll set up the link," Mordred said softly. The teo telepaths concentrated. Right, everybody here?
Yep. Octavian answered. Let's go. The four entered the house, and started looking for the vampires with Gems on their hands.
Gwen
Gwen reached the top and opened the window quietly, after picking the outside lock. She hopped in and went to meet the others in the hallway, sussing out the situation and staying barely visible.
All of you, stand very still.
Gwen crept to where she found the power box and lifted her hand. She took off one of her gloves, and pressed her hands to the wires, short circuiting the alarm systems.
Move along, nothing to see here. The nest of bumpies are up here.
She crept back down to the door she'd been standing at and quickly unpicked the lock. Locks on a bedroom door, honestly, like someone was going to steal something off you body. Wait...
She walked in slowly and looked down at the sleeping bodies, waiting for the others.
Mordred and Vortigern
The four of them moved silently up the stairs. Vortigern and Mordred knew there was no Childer downstairs. Just minions. Dru wouldnt've given them Gems.
I'll stand lookout. Vortigern told the others. They can't see me if they look up.
Ok, mate. Mordred agreed as the other three entered the room, barely breathing. Bloody hell, they like to sleep close.
Gwen
Not a problem.
Gwen bent down and worked her magic and within a few seconds, she'd taken the rings. She stood and handed them to Mordred.
Here... now where's Dru?
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She's through here... Mordred moved quietly out the door and down the hall to another room. He opened the door quietly, and Sabre and Dru were sleeping together in a bed, kittens curled up around them. I can make sure the kittens and Dru don't wake. Sabre's a different matter. Careful, love.
We'll just go check that she hasn't hidden somemore elsewhere. Demetria said, floating out the room and Octavian closing the door behind him after they searched the room for any Gems.
Gwen
Gwen barely touched Dru's skin as she leant over and took the ring off her finger. She lifted it up and tucked it into her pocket, then slowly made her way back to Mordred. She scanned the room quickly, searching for any signs of disarray she may have caused.
None, as usual.
She smirked, then handed the ring to Mordred.
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Mordred smiled as he put the ring in his pocket and leant over to kiss her quickly. Think we got them all?
Can't find anything in any of the rooms. Octavian reported.
You're in Dru's room, look for her box. Spike said she has a box. A trunk, where she keeps all the important things. Vortigern said.
Ok then... Mordred looked around. There, Gwen. You open it, you're quicker and quieter then me.
Gwen
Gwen pulled her smaller lock picks out and carefully opened the box. She lifted the lid once she heard the tiny clicking of the locks and discovered the gems. She carefully placed the gems into her pocket and gave the box the once over. Seeing nothing else, she filled the box with fake jewels that resembled the gems. She closed the box and locked it again, then tip-toed from the room.
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Octavian whispered a few lines of Latin, and moved his hands through some arcane movements. Demetria copied him. Used a spell. Can't see any magic except on you and Gwen, so we've got the lot of them.
Goodo. Mordred followed Gwen and closed the door behind him. Let's go then. England, here we come.
Huzzah! Demetria said, a silvery echo of laughter chasing through the link.
Sabre blinked and opened his eyes as magic ran through the house. He sat up and inhaled. He could smell people.
Shit, let's go. Sabre just woke up. Dem?
Already gone. Demetria took Octavian's arm and 'ported. Mordred touched Gwen and his twin and 'ported as well.
Gwen
Gwen grinned as they landed back at the mansion. She let go of Mordred's hand.
"So, that was nifty."
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"That was rather nifty," Mordred agreed as he and Vortigern let go of the link between the five of them. "You're good at that."
"I'd like to see who was better, you, or Remy," Demetria said. "Get our stuff, and then we'll go. See you, Tavvie darling." She hugged him hard.
"I'll give your goodbyes to everyone else as well," Octavian said. "Uh, Vort, Wolf...put a block up so Jean can't read me?"
"Sure thing." The twins went over to Octavian and carefully did as he requested.
"Thank you." Octavian looked relieved.
"I'll get Faolan," Mordred said.
"And I'll get Spike. We have to say goodbye to Mary first though."
"Yep. Right before we take off." Mordred nodded.
They all split up.
Gwen and Bobby
"I'll go see Bobby."
Gwen headed down for Bobby's room and knocked lightly on the door. He opened it.
"Ah, you'll be heading off?"
"Just for a bit."
She hugged him quickly and kissed his cheek.
"You'll buy me something?" Bobby grinned cheekily.
"I'll think about it," Gwen replied, sticking her tongue out at him. She hugged him again. "Good luck with the Julie situation."
"You remembered that?"
"Hey, I was insane but not an idiot," Gwen replied, grinning.
"Hmmm..." Bobby said, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Hey, I'm not an idiot!" She slapped him over the head playfully. "Stay out of trouble, yeah?"
"Could say the same to you. Oh and by the way," Bobby said as Gwen started to leave. "You know you've started talking like Mordred, right?"
Gwen gave him the Bowman's salute and headed off.
"You see, like that!" Bobby called after her.
She turned around. "I picked that up from Spike, actually, love."
"See... keep proving me right..." He grinned, his smile triumphant but his eyes gentle. "Have a good time."
"You too." She waved and headed back to find Mordred.
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Vortigern and Mordred said goodbye to Mary, her clinging to them and crying.
"I'll be all alone!"
"Tav promised to look after ya. You'll be good. We'll bring you back stuff, ok, love?"
"I want to go with you!"
"You need to learn some control," Vortigern said gently. "This is the best place for you at the moment."
Soon, they left. Mordred got Faolan and all of his and Gwen's stuff. He headed out to the rec room.
Vortigern went to find Spike, and get his things.
"Spike?"
"Yes, luv?" Spike looked up, then frowned. "Why do you smell like Dru?"
"Cos I just went to her house and stole all the Gems of Amarra she had?"
Spike gaped. That was not the answer he had been expecting. "You what?"
"And now we're going to England for a bit." Vortigern picked up his duffel bag and arranged the strap across his shoulders. "That's alright, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah...I wanted to go back to England. I was gonna suggest it..."
"Good. Let's go." Vortigern started out, and Spike followed him, looking dazed.
Demetria, Vortigern, Mordred and Spike met up in the rec room and waited for Gwen.
Gwen
Gwen sauntered into the rec room looking fairly pleased with herself.
"Shall we, oh, hello Spike."
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"'Lo, sparks." Spike nodded at her. "I...thanks for not involving me."
"She's your Sire, Spike...couldn't ask it," Vortigern said softly.
"Thanks, pet." Spike kissed him briefly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Shall we go?"
"Hold on just a tick," Sabre drawled as he stepped out of a portal. "I would like to know what the hell is going on."
"Leaving. Took the Gems so Dru couldn't follow," Vortigern said.
Sabre nodded slowly. "I understand." He clapped Vortigern on the shoulder. "Thank ye for not hurting her."
"We didn't want to do that," Mordred said.
"Good job though." Sabre grinned. "She's gonna be spitting when she wakes up. Have fun." He stepped back through the portal.
"Well, not the reaction I was expecting..." Mordred shook his head slightly.
"Was a good trick though." Spike smiled slightly. "Let's go back to ole Blighty then."
"Indeed." Demetria and Mordred put their hands on everyone and concentrated. They vanished from the mansion and landed in front of Big Ben.
Gwen
Gwen looked up.
"Ahh, nice to be back."
She took Mordred's hand, then reached up and kissed him gently.
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"Indeed!" Demetria looked around, and spun slightly in a circle, long golden hair rising. Mordred laughed as he slung an arm around Gwen's waist.
"Good ta be home," Spike said quietly.
"When was the last time you were?" Vortigern asked.
"The 70's. Sid Vicious, the Ramones, you know. The whole punk scene." Spike shrugged. "Still the same though. You know, deep down."
"Darrrrrling, we'll have to go Soho clubbing!" Demetria clapped her hands.
"But let's go find a place to kip, hey?" Vortigern said. For some reason, their accents were becoming even stronger and they'd only been in England for a few minutes. Faolan gazed around, eyes wide and thumb stuck in his mouth.
Gwen
Gwen grinned.
"As a matter of fact..."
She reached into her pockets and pulled out a set of keys.
"I actually have a house here."
She blushed.
"I probably should've told you that earlier, yeah?"
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"Might've been an idea love," Mordred agreed. "Let;s get off the street before we draw more attention, hey?"
"Just a second..." Demetria closed her eyes, and rattled off some Latin, followed by some Eastern European language. Spike eyed her thoughtfully as a small glow covered her hands, then touched all of them. "Now, that will make it harder to be followed here. And she can't scry us out of she tries." Demetria beamed.
"Isn't magic wonderful?" Vortigern said. "Now, Gwen, where's this house?"
Gwen
Gwen hailed a cab and as they clambered in, she told the driver the address. The cab pulled up minutes later a a large country looking mansion. She paid the driver and hopped out, waiting for the others.
"Hmm, home, sweet, English, home."
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"Nice, Gwen," Vortigern said admiringly as he hefted Faolan to his other hip. "We're going to show you some stuff."
"And we've got Spike for historical commentary," Demetria said brightly.
"Silly bint," Spike grumbled, then flipped her the Bowman's salute. She raised an eyebrow as they followed Gwen to the front door, all holding their luggage.
"Nice house, angel," Mordred murmured into her ear. "Guess crime really does pay."
Gwen
Gwen grinned, and unlocked the first door with the keys, then pressed her hand to the second door and unlocked that one. She sparked at the lighting pads.
"And then there was light."
She gestured around.
"There are six bedrooms, so, it's pretty much take your pick. Except, of course," she said, turning to Mordred. "You, are rooming with me."
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"Am I now? Well, I'm glad to hear that." Mordred smiled slightly. "But I need ta sleep. That was quite a large jump."
"My word, yes!" Demetria agreed. "I am looking forward to sleeping right about now."
"Yeah. I'll get Faolan settled." Vortigern nodded at his brother. "C'mon, whelp." He walked off with Spike to find two bedrooms.
"I too, will seek my bed." Demetria nodded at them both. "Good night." She hefted her suitcase and went to find a bedroom to sleep in.
"Just you and me now, lovely..." Mordred put his hands on Gwen's hips and kissed her mouth. "Shall we go find a bedroom?"
Gwen
Gwen took Mordred's hand and led him up the staircase. She walked down the hallway at the top of the stairs and stopped at a door and smiled sweetly at Mordred.
"Found a bedroom."
She opened the door and went inside, then moved to the bed and waited for Mordred to come in.
Mordred
"Fantastic, lovely." Mordred stepped inside and dumped their bags on the floor. "This is a very nice house..." He closed the door.
Gwen
Gwen smiled.
"As you said, crime pays."
She sparked at the light switch and the lights dimmed slightly.
"Have a house in Paris too."
Mordred
"Never been to Paris. What's it like?" Mordred asked as he walked over to her. "As great as it's supposed to be? If we go, we're going to lose Vort in the galleries."
Gwen
"It's very nice."
Gwen smiled, watching Mordred walk over to her. She lay back on the bed, lazily.
"And yeah, most likely will lose him in the galleries."
Mordred
"Never see him again." Mordred kicked off his boots and crawled up the bed to her. "Gone forever...Spike could probably sniff him out though." He took off her shoes and then kissed the arches of her feet, before moving up her legs. "He likes all that stuff. Me? Rather uncultured." He took off her skirt and pressed his mouth to her hipbone and sucked hard to leave a mark. "But you love me that way."
Gwen
Gwen moaned softly.
"I do indeed."
She reached down and pulled Mordred up to meet her, then kissed him, wrapping her arms around, him, pulling him down on top of her.
"I thought you were tired," she teased.
Mordred
"I'm never too tired for this," Mordred assured her. "Unless I was unconscious. Then we might have a problem." He kissed her shoulders then bit gently at her neck. "But I'm sure we could work around that." He rocked his hips slightly, then started to slide his jeans off.
Gwen
Gwen smiled.
"That's good then."
She helped him get his pants off, then started working on her own. She rolled over so she was lying on top of him and straddled his waist.
"I love you."
Mordred
"Love you, mo cariad." Mordred cupped her breasts in his hands, running his slightly rough hands over her sensitive skin. "I can never get enough of you...I'm addicted to your taste, the feel of you, your scent..."
Gwen
"Well that's good then, coz I'm in no hurry to let you go," Gwen replied softly.
She leaned down and kissed her way down his chest, then took his length in her mouth.
Mordred
Mordred's eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh god, Gwen, love..." He tried very hard not to move his hips too much, but she was, oh bloody hell. God, she was good at this. "Gwen, cariad..."
Gwen
Gwen ran her fingers along Mordred's hardness, then brought her body back up and kissed his lips tenderly.
"Love you so much," she whispered, as she straddled his chest. She smiled and reached over in the drawer and retrieved a pair of handcuffs.
Mordred
Mordred's blue eyes had darkened so they were nearily black with arousal. He put his hands over his head so she could chain him easily. "Like being in control, don't you? I'm yours."
Gwen
Gwen smiled sweetly.
"Hmm, let's see..."
She chained him to the bed and licked at his neck, letting small sparks of electricity spark at his body. She licked down the length of his chest, stopping atop his waist, then grasping his length with her hands, sliding up and down, and darting her tongue out to lick at him.
Mordred
Mordred panted hoarsely. "Gwen, love, oh GOD, GWEN! I want to touch you, please, oh god." He bucked his hips almost uncontrollably, lost in sensation. "Bloody hell, cariad, you're killing me."
Gwen
Gwen grinned innocently, then unlocked the chains.
"Want to swap places then?" she asked, raising an eyebrow cheekily.
Mordred
Mordred growled, then pounced. He chained her hands to the bedhead, then started leaving hickeys all over her body. "Mine," he told her. "My love, my angel...beautiful girl." He made a matching mark to the first one he'd left on her hip on the opposite side, then he gave in to temptation and tasted her.
Gwen
Gwen squirmed under his tongue.
"Oh God... Mordred, oh God..." she panted.
She squirmed and bucked her hips.
"Please, oh God..."
Mordred
Mordred ran his tongue along her, loving everything about her. The taste, the scent...she was perfect. He grinned as he listened to her babble and really set to doing one of the things he was sure was better then the supposed higher purpose of his mouth. He used his hands to spread her legs a bit wider.
Gwen
"OH GOD!" Gwen screamed as his tongue entered her.
Hmm, her place wasn't soundproof, but hopefully no one else heard them. Well, that was near impossible, seeing as Spike had enhanced senses... but he was probably too busy himself to hear them.
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Mordred loved listening to her scream, knowing he'd done it, that he had the power to make her do that. He smiled again, then turned his head to bite lightly at the inside of her thigh, before returning to what he had been doing before.
~*~*~*~
Spike raised his head for a moment, and smirked. Well, Mordred was obviously good at whatever he was doing. Vortigern looked up at him with black lust-glazed eyes, and Spike rotated his hips. The teen's eyes rolled back in his head.
"SPIKE!"
The vampire listened to his lover scream and smiled as he leant down to capture the open mouth with his own.
~*~*~*~
Demetria put the pillow over her head and tried to go to sleep. She wanted Remy, dammit.
Gwen
Gwen let out tiny whimpers as Mordred went back to doing what he was doing.
"Oh God, Mordred, let me out of these things," she pleaded, her voice husky with lust.
Mordred
"Come for me, love," Mordred said as he lifted his head, fingers mimicking the movements his tongue had been making a few seconds before. "I want to watch you..."
Gwen
"OH GOD MORDRED!" Gwen screamed out again, writhing under his fingers, her hips bucking as she came.
"OH MY GOD!"
Mordred
Mordred slid his fingers out and moved up her body, kissing her, knowing she could taste herself on his lips. "You're so beautiful when you do that. I love listening to you scream my name," he told her as he set up a slow rhythm with his hips. "Mine. You're mine, and I'm never going to let you go. My angel..." He bent his head to her neck and kissed it, then sucked, raising a huge hickey. "Everyone's gonna look at that tomorrow, and now that you're mine. My love, my darling, mo cariad..."
Gwen
Gwen moaned, turning her head to kiss Mordred, then her tongue darted out to lick his lips gently.
She released herself from the cuffs and rolled over, so she lay on top of Mordred.
"You didn't come for me," she said, a mischievious twinkle in her eye.
She licked down his chest and then down his length, slowly, teasingly taking him in her mouth, then pulling back and simply licking up and down his shaft, grasping him and sliding, gently, slowly, painfully slowly. She licked his head and let him slide into her mouth, then pulled back again.
"Hmmm," she said, pulling away and reaching up to the drawer again. She opened it and peered inside and pulled out some body chocolate.
Mordred
Mordred lifted himself up onto his elbows to watch her. He tilted his head slightly. "What are you up to this time?" He asked her, voice husky with arousal. "And no fair using trick cuffs and not telling me."
Gwen
Gwen winked.
"All's fair in love and war."
She opened the chocolate and rubbed it onto his chest, then began to lick it off, before returning down to her task at hand. She put the chocolate onto his hardness and took it in her mouth, sucking it clean. She let her tongue flick at his head.
Mordred
"Ah, ah god, Gwen!" Mordred cried out almost helplessly. "Oh god, Gwen, I'm going to come!" His back arched and he moaned with the sensations she was causing with her mouth. "GWEN!"
Gwen
Gwen managed to swallow it all and then kissed her way back up to Mordred's lips to snowball him. She then moved to his neck and gave him a hickey, much like the one he'd given her.
"And you're mine," she whispered.
She straddled him again and brought her head down to kiss him, licking at him, then biting his bottom lip.
Mordred
"Yours, always yours," Mordred agreed, thn he kissed her back eagerly, bringing his hands up to rest on her hips. "No one else's. Just yours. Love you." His thumbs drew circles over her skin.
Gwen
One of Gwen's arms went around Mordred's neck, while the other went down to stroke his length, softly, and then slowly guiding herself to the right position.
She kissed Mordred, the passion growing with each new kiss.
"I love you," she said breathlessly.
Mordred
"I love you, Gwen. You're perfect..." Mordred panted for a moment, then brought his hand to the juncture of her thighs. "Everything about you, so beautiful..." He closed his eyes briefly, lost in her, then opened them again to stare into her eyes as they kept kissing.
Gwen
"Oh God, Mordred..."
Gwen let out a long breath.
"I love you so much, so very much... darling boy, my darling."
She shivered with desire as she lay in his arms.
Mordred
Mordred moved them so he was on top of her and entered her with one slow thrust. He kissed her face all over as he moved. "I love you."
Gwen
Gwen felt the shivers going up her spine. She moved her arms, her fingertips lightly gliding over Mordred's skin.
"I love you back," she whispered.
She whimpered as he thrusted inside of her again, then let out a loud wail.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mordred
Mordred's eyes rolled up as he felt her clench around him. "Oh GOD! Gwen!" His rhythm faltered. "Love, you, oh, F*CK!" He put more of his weight onto his hands and started to move faster, harder, deeper. "Gwen!"
Gwen
Gwen clawed at his back, probably hard enough to draw blood, but at the moment, she didn't care. She was in ecstasy.
She moaned again, and screamed out as she came.
"OH GOD! MORDRED! OH GOD!"
Mordred
"GWEN!" Mordred yelled hoarsely, feeling her tighten almost convulsively around him. "OH, GOD!" He came, shuddering helplessly, then collapsed against her, panting.
Gwen
Gwen kissed him lazily.
"I love you," she whispered, closing her eyes and resting her head on his chest.
Mordred
"I love you," Mordred whispered back. When he could actually move again, he shifted his weight off her and drew her close, spooning in the bed. "Cariad..."
Gwen
Gwen turned her head so she could kiss him again.
"My darling boy," she breathed.
She thought for a second in her tired haze, then softly sang to him.
"Will you fall for me I need to know, the way I'd like you to Baby, will you fall for me The way I've fallen for you..."
Mordred
Mordred licked at the huge hickey he had left on her neck. "I will love you until the end of time, I will love you till my dying day..." he sang back to her softly. Christian to Cettaine in the Moulin Rouge. Except hopefully, they wouldn't end that way.
Gwen
Gwen moved so she could kiss him properly, her exhaustion kicking in as she lay her head back on the pillow, moving her arms down to entwine their fingers.
Mordred
Mordred cuddled her, closing his eyes. Bloody hell, but now he was truly knackered. The teleportation, then this...the this had been fun though. He smiled slightly as he fell asleep.