fandomhighdorms | To the Maru - Beka and Belthazor

After an afternoon spent mistressing Buffy, and enjoying it way too much, Beka needed to talk. To another Master. Angelus was almost certainly busy, and... well, the last time they'd talked about this assignment, she'd ended up feeling rather more like a favored slave than a Mistress herself.

Chiana probably would've been a smarter bet, but because of Buffy and Angelus, it seemed a good idea - at the time - to call Belthazor. He'd understand, and Phoebe wouldn't worry about him going off to talk with Beka.

So, leaving Buffy in Illyana's care with instructions to begin cleaning the Attic in anticipation of Parent's Weekend and Angelus's JA request ~~not that she cared what he thought~~ Beka picked up her comm and called Bel.

"Bel, it's Bek."

"Yeah?" he groused, but not unpleasantly.

"Got some time? I could talk."

After a brief pause, and a mumbled, "My bright one won't mind", he answered. "Sure. Where?"

"My ship. Shimmer here and get me?"

"What am I? Your personal taxi service?"

"Something like that." She grinned into the comm.

Right. Be right there.

[ooc: Bel modded with OOG permission. This post is NFB unless interrupted by the one or two other people who actually know where the ship is and might have an incentive to interrupt.]

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Belthazor got dressed and bent over his bed, kissing Phoebe softly. "Beka wants to talk to me," he told her. "I'll be back soon." She mumbled sleepily and rolled on to his side of the bed, tugging the blanket around herself.

Shimmering to Beka's room in the South Attic, Belthazor said, "This better be good."

[ooc: Buffy and Phoebe mods by permission]

"I'm always good," she rhetorts ritually, as he shimmers in words dying on his lips. "Just a sec."

Her voice is entirely soft, gentle, when she turns to Buffy, presently changing the sheets on Beka's bed. "My brave heart? I need to go and speak with a friend. I shouldn't be long. But if I am, tuck yourself into bed, and I'll check on you when I come in. Don't leave here except to get ready for sleep."

"As my Mistress wishes," Buffy responds after a slight hesitation, but with no less warmth in her voice.

"Good girl."

Beka turns back to Bel. "All right, let's jet. My ship. Try to take it easy on me, OK?"

"I left a soft, warm woman in a soft, warm bed," Belthazor said grumpily. He held out his hand to Beka, and when she took it, he shimmered them to her ship.

"All right, what's up?" he said, not as crankily.

Beka puts her hand over her heart in a stagey gesture ~~actually she's nauseated from the shimmering, but like hell she tell him that~~. "For me? I'm touched."

She knows he mustn't have been sleeping if he left Phoebe. No matter how close they'd gotten since the threats to Phoebe started, and no matter that he'd become like a brother to her ~~and no she's not a vampiress~~, she knows Phoebe always comes first, and is entirely happy with that. "Actually, I am. Thanks for coming, Bel. I just needed to get out of my head for a bit."

She pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket and offers him one.

Belthazor took the offered cigarette and conjured the fireball to light it, then Beka's. He inhaled deeply, then slowly let out the smoke and said, "What's on your mind?"

Beka nodded her thanks for the light, inhaled and let the smoke roll over her tongue. "Taxi and a Zippo." She smiled. The familiar tease loosened some of the pressure in her chest.

Cocking her head back in the direction of her dorm room, she said, "You saw." At Bel's bemused expression [by OOG permission], she closed her eyes, shook her head. "This assignment. It's messing with me."

"How so?" he asked. "I thought you thought you could handle it. Not everything you expected?"

"I can handle it," she growled, then dropped onto one of the cargo crates. "It's her."

"Her? What about her?" Belthazor looked down at Beka and smirked. "Slayer too much for you?"

Beka flipped him off around her cigarette. "Did it look that way to you, oh 'Beloved Lord'?"

"Actually, 'Mistress,'" Belthazor said, "it looked like you had matters well in hand. She sharing your bed, too?" He grinned knowingly at Beka.

"That's 'Morning Star', thanks very much." Beka dragged off the cigarette, careful to ash away from the crates. "Why, want videos?"

"You making them?" he said. "Because that would be a great Christmas present. Angelus might like a copy, too."

"I'll keep that in mind." Beka smirked, but her heart wasn't in it. "Not. Me and Angelus's ex? In what universe is that a good idea?"

"About as much sense as a demon and a witch," Belthazor said with a shrug. "So what's the problem then?"

"Aside from Angelus potentially ripping my throat out?" she sighed. "The problem..." Beka kicked at the ground. "The problem is that she likes it."

"Huh," Belthazor said. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. Some of the biggest control freaks like to give it up every now and then."

Again she flipped him off without even looking. "We had that conversation last night."

"So if you like it, and she likes it," Belthazor said idly, "then what's the problem? Aside from Angelus getting touchy about his former possessions."

"And when the assignment's over, then what?" she said quietly.

"And again I say, if you like it and she likes it...."

"Right now, it's a class assignment. I can help her, I can take care of her, and at the end of it, we can be friends but she's responsible for herself. I don't want that responsibility for someone else...especially not a little white hat with a heart of gold." She sighed. "One of us will end up badly hurt."

To the Maru - Beka and Belthazor

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