The Night's Still Young

by Angel Jade

Copyright © 2003

angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own characters or make money from using them.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse    http://mysticmuse.net
If you've had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Spoilers: Smashed.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author's note: Challenge from Kayleigh using the following words for a Willow/female minor character fic: Euphoria, ecstasy, bliss, heaven, electricity, surrender, melody, blur and cocktail. Pairing: Willow/Amy

Absolute euphoria embracing every inch of my skin leaving a warm touch that glows for hours later. A stimulant so powerful to the brain that my vision blurs and vibrant colors run into a giant sea, dyed by the magic we're creating.

Her laugh echoes off the wall, filters through the misty air that parts us until her voice becomes like a child's. I sing back to her, enjoying the sound my voice makes as it reverberates inside my ears.

My back plastered to the ceiling, looking down upon a jungle, I'm high above the world, looking down on them like an angel. I feel wings spread by my side. Not that I need them, just because I can.

Like one elongated orgasm that seems like it'll last forever, the magic enchants my soul with its power and pure ecstasy.

Floating down from my place high above everything, I sink down into the jungle and hover above the giggling child. A face I know, but don't care to remember smiles playfully as she begins to unbutton her top.

I reach down and touch her, my finger against her shoulder. Electricity runs through her to me and I slowly lower myself down.

Clothes disintegrate like ash and blow away with the cool breeze that gently tickles my skin.

The jungle continues to grow and with every touch, every kiss that's shared so passionately, flowers bloom and trees blossom.

Shadows pass through the leaves, but as I turn to focus, her touch draws me back to her, aching for attention.

I softly brush my thumb across her nipple, her moan of excitement catching in the air and drawing itself out like a sweet melody. I lean down kiss her neck, matching each cry, each groan, each scream of pleasure as my other hand teases it's way down her stomach.

My mouth follows, trailing a tongue down her chest until I slip a single finger inside her.

Each movement is rhythmic, timed to perfection. She moves, I move. We move as one. The magic pulls us together, uniting and tying our souls together. My body aches for more and drunk on the pure bliss I've been given, I take it.

She cries out in a language neither of us know but both understand clearly. My tongue glazes over her clit, teasing her with deliberate, meticulous detail…because this has to last. The magic pulsates though my very being and it beats in time with hers. Together the power doubles, the orgasm triples and the lethal cocktail of sex and magic binds us together. Skin against skin.

Her body shakes with every little bit of contact to the point of torture. She never moves, only begs for more. And more I plan to give to her.

With a tongue I reserved only for a girl that meant the world, I bring her closer to heaven as her orgasm hits and she surrenders to it, writhing on the floor as I catch her desperate mouth in a kiss.

Her body responding with every move I make, she's pulled from the floor as I move away. A finger slipping inside me, pushing deeper with each movement, she takes an erect nipple in between her lips and begins to entertain it with playful slips of the tongue.

My own groan shakes the walls with its intensity and I almost miss the flash of the dark shadow, watching…waiting.

Panic soon replaced by a mind-explosive rush fuelled by power beyond most human's comprehension. I feel light radiating from my heated skin, burning everything in sight and I slowly float back up to my spot on the ceiling, feeling the cold impact on my back. My clothes creep back onto my skin, covering me until I'm back where I was, nothing but my memory to prove it ever happened.

The jungle's grown beyond control and covers the floor and a thousand miles each way. The flash of black appears again and I giddily wonder what it is.

One scare is all it takes and I fall to the floor, the magic and music and colors that stimulate every sense in my body vanishing, leaving me cold and sore on the floor of Rack's place.

Haunted by vague memories of the most intense and exhilarating sex I've ever experienced, I get to my feet.

Amy regards me with a similar look and we silently leave.

Overwhelmed by the power I'm leaving behind, and the thoughts of cheating on Tara, I hold back my tears until I reach the shower.

And that's when I let go.

The End

Send Feedback to Author