Lilac Wine (Part 1)

Spoilers: Vague Initiative Spoilers pertaining to Spike. And vague Hush spoilers pertaining to B/R. I mean vague.
Distribution: Ask me
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing. Joss, WB, Mutant Enemy, blah, blah, blah...
Authors Note: Here's my sweaty half naked Riley [excuse me while I take a minute to recover from that sudden fall] challenge answer. Okay, so here's the deal. I'm posting this in parts. Partly because by doing so, I'm forced to finish and secondly because the changes in point of view. Each part will be told from either Riley's POV or Buffy's. I will note it with each part but I think you'll see the pattern-Riley then Buffy, Riley then Buffy and so on.
"Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love/Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love/Listen to me... I cannot see clearly/Isn't that she coming to me nearly here? " Jeff Buckley

Lilac Wine Part One: Riley

I wake up groggy. Half naked, sweaty and groggy. A blue sort of haze lingers before me and I can't make out where I am. I shake my head slightly, trying to clear away the fog. But it only succeeds in clouding my vision further. It isn't the same kind of haze one gets from a blow to the head but rather one from some kind of drug. Chloroform. Ether. Something. I'm not quite sure but the pounding in my head keeps me from caring.

I try to focus in front of me. I can make out the shadow of a chair and maybe a table. And flowers. Yes, it looks like flowers. I wonder why I would see flowers. I close my eyes and then open them again. My vision clears slightly. The room is dimly lit by several candles placed strategically around the room. I press my eyes shut tightly again, since the action seems to have had some effect the first time.

When I open them again, my vision is almost clear. I tilt my head back slightly to see my hands bound above me and that I am shackled to a cement wall. I pull at the chains forcefully to test their strength before realizing I don't have the strength to break free.

"You won't break it, luv." An impish voice comes from the shadows that flickered in the candlelight. A dark-haired woman, lovely in a mystical sort of way, walks toward me. She walks as if she's floating, airily in a flowing gown of sky blue silk and chiffon.

"What is going on?" I demand, unmoved by her fiendish grin.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. Mummy has it all under control," her face morphed suddenly and the demon surfaced. "Wanna be bad?"

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