16126/Dark Willow: Getting the fix.

Dark Willow: Getting the fix.
Date of Scene:	15 March 2024
Location:	Back alley dive with something to hide
Synopsis:	Willow get another fix from the magic dealer.
Cast of Characters:	Harry Dresden, Willow Rosenberg

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Harry Dresden has posed:
Walking into the area, it look like any other dead end blind alley. For anyone with mystical sight or the ability to sense dimentional non-sense it is clear there is something very different about this plain, blind alley.

Stepping through the glamour, it ripples around the body and exposes one last building. The front room is empty, old magazines laying on a cheap coffee table. Tacky, mismatched furniture provides the seating area for waiting.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow argued with herself - should she, or shouldn't she. For days she was a good little witch, ignoring the whispers in her mind. But the more she ignored them, the louder they became, until they were the only thing she could concentrate on niggling at her. Tempting her. Taunting her. Until..

She found her steps going down a nondescript alley surreptitiously.

Willow was not proud of herself, but in the end she had no choice. None whatsoever. It was like her body had a brain all to itself. And that brain wanted a fix.

Slinking into the office front she looked around for the receptionist. Very quietly, she asked, "Do you take drop ins?"

Harry Dresden has posed:
The receptionist continues to stare at the book. At a second glance she flickers like a bad tv signal, also a glamour. However, when she speaks the door opens and the glamour points towards the door without even looking up.

Beyond the door, the room is warmly lit. The floor is covered with pillows and Rack is sitting in the middle. He is shirtless, loose fitting trousers, and his eyes stare at the ceiling at something,"Strawberry." he mutters softly and raises a hand, then curls a finger to motion her to him.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow was ashamed. Once the door opens, she fairly ran to it. More like a fast shuffle, but in the end, shuffle or run, it was the same. She didn't even say thank-you to the glamour - something that she always did. (Just because we know they aren't real, they don't and it would be rude to treat them less than people!)

Willow was.. a special kind of woman.

"Sage and strawberries." She blurts out the fragrances that she wears. "Sage is the one people don't get."

Even though she may or may not have advanced on Rack, she found her feet doing there on thing. Until she stood barely a foot away. "I want to feel free again. Powerful. I need to."

Harry Dresden has posed:
"You taste like strawberries." he replies to her and finally blinks and focuses on her. A moment of consideration and he nods,"You are right though. Sage and strawberry fragrances."

He pats the pillows beside him and sits up. He crosses his legs and tells her,"If you want to feel it, then lay down and I will give what you want. A taste for a taste." he continues.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
When Rage mentions that she /does/ really smell like sage as well as strawberries, she blushes. "Only my shampoo has a scent. The sage is because I carry it around so often, or buy it, the smell just stays around me."

Taking a seat, "Will it be the same?" In truth, Willow was hoping it would be more vivid. More powerful. More out there, as if she could take on the world. "What do I do?"

Harry Dresden has posed:
"Lay down and relax." he replies. He's focused on things, tasting her energies already,"The energy follows you as well."

"It will be the same and different. Each time you come in, the intensities rise." he explains,"If you want something more, well that might be possible..."

The innuendo is impossible to miss. His eyes leering over her form for a moment.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Lay down.

She could do that.

The same, but different. That was odd. But his innuendo that caught her attention. "What do you mean by.. can be arranged?"

She couldn't.. could she? No.. he must mean something else. But what? More of her power? She still was on the fence about how much she possessed. Would he want some permanently? Was that even possible? And if she gave him some, wouldn't that mean she would be less. But didn't he crave power that he could feel vicariously.

He wouldn't ask for it permanently? Would he??

Harry Dresden has posed:
"There are many ways to make the power more intense." he replies. Instead of expounding, she feels the wash of his power over her. She also feels her body leave the pillows and float into the air.

His power caresses her body like a lover. Normally Willow might be a little embarassed, but right now she feels a rush of power the likes of which she's never felt.

The rush comes from within. He just turns her power up to 11 and his feeding on the power corrupts the energy that enter him and reaches back towards the source.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
By the time she was floating, feeling her power? She doesn't care.

The feeling over her body was not only him as a lover, but the intense feeling bubbling out from her left her on the else of orgasm. A feeling that Willow was sure she liked.. at the same time it accentuated every little bit of the high.

To hell with Rack. Willow was floating on power, and it was so intense she wanted.. something.

What though?

Harry Dresden has posed:
The power continues to wash over her, invading her nerve endings and teasing her every pleasure. The power increases, Rack finding the center of power, the primal area where the darkness lives.

She starts to spin in lazy circles, making the power ebb and flow from just there to nothing exists except her power.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The power. Oh god, the power.

At first she was awash with it. And she would have been happy to stop right there. How could there be more than that?

She was wrong.

Once she allowed herself to stretch to her apparent limits.. She discovered a whole new vista of power that was hers. A dark power, it was true. But hers nonetheless. And all she needed to have that power..

..was..

..to open up herself and welcome it.

It was hers. She knew that. She felt it. It was like seeing herself in a mirror for the first time. And for a moment she stood at the precipice of who she was versus what she could be and had to decide..

Harry Dresden has posed:
That's when temptation is the worst. When she is trying to decide, the darkness reaches for her. There is a promise for absoulte power and limitless strength.

Rack plucks the harp strings, driving her to the edges of pleasure as well as power. More power than anything else. Like a master concert violinist, he plays with her.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
NO!

Willow struggles back to reality, gasping for breath. "Too much.." She repeats over and over again.

Her eyes are dark. Her skin is flushed. Her hair was streaked was black.

Scrabbling for purchase, finally she makes it up, and to the door, and flings it open. Before hurrying out.

All the while muttering.. "It's too much.."

Harry Dresden has posed:
When she finally makes the effort to escape, the power lets her back to the ground. When she runs out, he merely licks his lips and smiles,"Strawberries. You have such a strength." he muses to himself and sighs.

Once she is gone, another young woman walks in and the whole thing starts over again. He really is an evil bastard if you look at him closely.