In Thrall by Frau Hunter Ash

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Author's Note: A Special "Thank You" to Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com) for her transcripts.

Summary: Adam has been defeated and the gang are recovering. In this one Willow uses her magick to help things along with major consequences for two couples and there's a 'guest' appearance here.

Buffy opened the door to her hotel room just as Angel was passing by. The former lovers stopped for a moment.

"Yeah," Angel said slowly, feeling awkward. "Buffy, I…I don't know what to say," he finally admitted.

"I know, it was always Willow and Tara is fantastic," he said as softly. "I just want you to know that you meant everything to me and still do."

"You mean, did last night work?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm happy and still here, no more Angelus."

"Willow and Tara still asleep?" he asked, relaxing a little as they began to walk towards the coffee shop.

"Willow is but Tara wasn't in the room when I woke up," Buffy answered, a slight frown on her face.

"I'm beginning to get an idea," Buffy said slowly. "Willow admits that it's dangerous and possibly addictive. I think that's what bothering Tara this morning."

"What do you mean?" he asked, grateful that the coffee shop was inside the hotel and not outside. It was a nice sunny day at the beach and Angel really didn't want to spoil his newfound freedom by turning into a pile of ashes.

"I can sense what Willow and Tara are feeling and they can sense me," Buffy explained.

"You said that in LA, I wasn't sure you meant all the time or just strong emotions," Angel commented, opening the door for the Slayer.

"Almost all the time if we concentrate. We can communicate as well," she said and grinned when she spotted Carson leaning over a cup of coffee with Wesley and another young man.

"He is when they aren't trying to rip each other's throats out," Angel continued to grin. "He swings."

"Must be interesting working with the two of them," Buffy laughed and grinned at the young men as they noticed the vampire and Slayer.

Buffy saw Wesley's eyes widen and become fearful and Carson, noticing Wesley's reaction, snapped his eyes towards Buffy and Angel. Buffy glanced over and noticed the love bites on Angel's neck and the contented look on the vampire's face.

"Yes, I'm still Angel," the vampire said, trying to reassure his friend and ex-Watcher. "Willow."

Wesley, wanting a full explanation, glanced over at the bartender in frustration and merely nodded.

"Still asleep, she… uh, she was up late last night," Angel admitted and Wesley looked at Buffy with a confused look.

Buffy began to blush when she realized the ex-Watcher thought she had gotten together with Angel the night before.

Given Wesley's confused face and Carson's smirk, Buffy knew she had made it clear who had slept where, finally.

"Yeah, the 'party' on the beach last night wore her out," Buffy responded, getting to her feet.

"I think we'll be heading back to LA later today," Angel said and Buffy nodded as she headed outside.

The Slayer was glad she had thought to bring her jacket when she walked out the far door of the coffee shop; it was a little cold along the coast in the morning sun. She also thought her mom had been right; the group had needed the break after the recent nightmares they had been through.

Buffy couldn't believe it had only been four months since Oz had came back to Sunnydale, demanding Willow's return and all the damned things since: werewolf bites, curses, Initiative tortures, Willow's disappearance, and then Adam.

Buffy smiled when she caught sight of Tara sitting on some rocks near the waves, lost in thought, watching the ocean crash against the rocks and sand. The Slayer felt her thoughts and face soften as she approached her lover.

Tara, sensing Buffy's presence, looked up and smiled. She waited patiently as the Slayer made her way across the rocks and accepted Tara's hand, sitting next to the blonde witch. Buffy leaned her head onto Tara's shoulder and sighed with pleasure.

"Yes, it worked. Is Willow's magick wigging you?" Buffy guessed and felt Tara nod.

The two sat watching the ocean for awhile, cuddled in each other's arms and content to simply be with each other while thinking about Willow.

"Why don't you wake up Willow and I'll see if everyone else is finally up?" Buffy suggested.

"You don't want to wake her up with me?" Tara asked, a gentle and welcoming smile on her lips.

"It's the first time since she's been gone, we'll take it slow," Buffy suggested.

"Okay," Tara nodded, agreeing with her lover as they stood up and began to walk back to the hotel.

Buffy found Giles, Joyce and Cordelia sharing a table for breakfast with no sign of Angel, Wesley or Carson.

"Well, I've got some news," Buffy said with a grin. "It worked, Angel and Cordy got happy last night and no Angelus. Most of the night, in fact."

"Buffy!" Joyce squeaked, realizing what Buffy meant and Buffy grinned a mischievous grin, knowing she was making her mom and Giles uncomfortable with references to sex. The Slayer could see a love bite on Giles' neck just below his collar too.

"Oh thank God," Giles muttered and Buffy knew he was remembering when they had all dealt with Angelus. It had cost Jenny her life and Giles had gone almost insane with grief. Being tortured physically and mentally by Angelus didn't help Giles' trust of Angel either.

"Where's Willow and Tara?" Giles asked and then pulled his hand back to start cleaning his glasses. "Uh, never mind," he muttered as Buffy grinned.

Joyce shook her head at the look of amusement on Buffy's face. The mother of the Slayer still wasn't sure she understood her daughter's relationship with Willow and Tara. Joyce knew that they were closer than any other lovers she had ever seen but it was still hard to adjust to. Joyce knew the three of them were happy together and seemed lost whenever one was around but Joyce wished it could be easier for the three girls. Even if they lived in a normal town and led normal lives, a three-way relationship was more than difficult and Joyce didn't know of any that lasted more than a few years at the longest. Joyce also reminded herself that most Slayers didn't reach legal drinking age either.

Tara opened the door to the hotel room quietly and was surprised to see Willow still in bed and glanced at her watch with a frown. She never knew Willow to sleep this late, but then again, she had never known Willow to do such powerful magick before either.

The blonde witch was across the room in an instant when she heard Willow whimper. Tara pulled the covers back to discover Willow in a fetal position, clinging to her stuffed fox, the witch's face troubled. Willow whimpered again and absently pulled at her hand, the one that had been shattered by Oz's manic grip.

"Willow, hey," Tara said softly and slowly lay down next to her lover. Tara gently touched Willow's shoulder and winced when Willow flinched and drew away from her touch, the red-haired witch crying out in her sleep, caught in a vicious nightmare.

"Willow, it's okay," Tara continued talking, keeping her voice low and soothing and touched Willow's arm again. When Willow didn't flinch away, Tara moved closer, letting her warmth touch Willow. "Willow, come on, baby," she called softly and began to shake her lover.

"Come on, Wills," Tara urged and saw Willow's frightened expression become puzzled. "That's it," she urged. "Wake up, Willow."

"No," Willow mumbled, her hands moving slightly, as if warding off blows. "Don't hurt me again…Angel, please don't do this…not this…"

Tara frowned, her face puzzled. She had gathered enough from the Scooby Gang that when Angel had lost his soul and became Angelus that he had tormented all of them, killed Jenny, tortured Giles and had almost killed Willow. She just didn't know the details of how he had hurt Willow and now her lover was caught in a nightmare about Angelus.

"Willow!" Tara snapped and shook Willow roughly and then wrapped her arms around the witch when Willow cried out and opened her eyes. "It's okay, Wills. I'm right here."

"I'm here, Willow," Tara reassured her mate as Willow broke into tears. "Willow, it's only a nightmare. You're safe."

"Yes! It's okay, Buffy saw Angel, he's happy and still Angel," Tara said quickly.

"Oh thank the Goddess," Willow whispered, wiping at her tears. "I couldn't face Angelus again."

Willow glanced away. "Nothing, just the usual torment stuff…killing my fish…choking me…threatening death…having vampires drop bookcases on me…you know," Willow rambled softly.

"At least about Angelus," Tara agreed, her eyes loving and concerned. "I love you, Willow. I-I don't want you h-hurting."

Tara held Willow until she felt the red-haired witch relax and snuggle next to her. Tara began to slowly stroke Willow's hair and kissed her forehead softly before moving down to Willow's lips.

Willow whimpered and melted into Tara's arms. Tara broke off from the kiss and leaned her forehead against Willow's.

Willow drew back slightly and looked deep into Tara's blue eyes and saw the love and desire that caused Willow to moan. Something snapped inside Willow, causing her walls and shields to crumble. The walls she built up to protect her mind from the horror of having killed, of becoming a werewolf and the fear of the overwhelming power open to her, she let them fall away from her.

The young woman felt Tara's welcoming energy and spirit and touched it cautiously. Instead of recriminations for leaving, Willow found openness and love; instead of fear, Willow found trust and a calming presence to balance her.

"Yes," Tara said softly and opened up even further and let her desire for Willow and Buffy flow from her to Willow. She watched as Willow's head snapped back, a moan coming from the witch.

Willow growled softly and flipped Tara over, putting herself on top of Tara. Willow felt her body trembling and wasn't surprised when her hand was noticeably shaking when she reached out to stroke Tara's face and hair.

"Shhh," Tara said softly, wrapping her arms around Willow. "What do you need, Will?"

Willow's eyes darkened to an emerald green. "You," she whispered. "But it's so strong, so intense."

Tara cried out as Willow's lips went to her neck and the witch's hands began pulling at her clothes. The blonde witch sat up with Willow in her lap, lips meeting in a rough and passionate kiss that felt like it was going to bruise both of them. Tara grabbed at Willow's pajama top with a whimper and Willow pulled back from the kiss long enough for Tara to remove the top. Willow felt her body trembling again as the connection with her mate deepened and she felt Tara's desire for her sweeping over her like a tidal wave.

Tara gasped in surprise and arousal when Willow grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped the buttons off, revealing her plentiful breasts to the red-haired witch. Willow's face and eyes reflected her desire, her lust, and Tara blushed at the absolute look of wanting.

"You are so beautiful," Willow whispered and lowered her lips to Tara's nipples. Tara's head dropped back as she ran her hands through Willow's hair.

Giles looked over at the Slayer when he and Joyce noticed her jerk suddenly and begin blushing.

Buffy looked away quickly. "I, uh," she stammered. "I think Angel, Cordelia and Wesley are heading back to LA this evening."

The Slayer gritted her teeth as another mind wave hit her and moved her hands under the table where Giles at least couldn't see her clenched fists.

"Really? Is Carson going back to Sunnydale or LA?" Giles asked, trying to ignore the Slayer's obvious discomfort. Whatever was bothering the girl, she didn't want to talk about it, apparently.

"Sunnydale," Buffy answered. "He has a weird idea of trying to convince other vampires they can exist without killing. Wants them to conquer their demons like he did."

"Most vampires weren't priests in their human lives," Giles frowned and then raised his eyebrows as Buffy began to look flushed and nervous.

Willow suddenly giggled and rested her head on Tara's shoulder. Tara looked at her lover like she had lost her mind, causing Willow to giggle even more.

"I caught a flash from Buffy," Willow giggled. "She's having coffee with Giles and Joyce Mom and catching our energy."

Tara joined in Willow's giggles until Willow began nibbling on her neck once more and her hands roamed to Tara's breasts.

Willow encouraged Tara back down to the bed and worked her way to Tara's nipples with her lips, kissing and lightly nibbling down Tara's neck, shoulders and chest. Tara whimpered and raised her hips when she felt Willow's hands at the waistband of her pajama bottoms, demanding. Willow pulled what remained of Tara's clothes off and Tara followed with Willow's clothes.

Both women moaned as skin touched skin. Willow began a trail down Tara's body; exploring every bit of her with her hands and lips. The blonde witch was quivering beneath her lover when Willow went between Tara's legs, working her way down one leg and up the inside the other.

Tara focused on keeping her shields open and Willow bounced Tara's energy and added her own back to Tara, locking them in a circle of energy and desire.

Tara almost screamed in frustration when Willow's fingers and tongue merely began to tease her without any release or stimulation.

"Think she'll be alright?" he asked as Joyce tried to ignore what was happening to her daughter.

"She's probably about to jump into that very cold ocean," Joyce commented, finally smiling and trying to see the humor in the situation. "I take it that Tara woke up Willow."

"I assume so," Giles grinned. "Either that or your daughter found our conversation extremely stimulating."

Tara grabbed the headboard as Willow's tongue alternated with her fingers by entering the blonde witch and dancing across her clit. Tara moaned and tried not to thrash, she was rapidly becoming afraid of throwing Willow off the bed.

It took Tara a moment to realize that something was different. She opened her eyes and squeaked when it became clear that she was about three feet off the bed, levitating, and Willow was sitting up, continuing her sexual attention to the blonde witch.

The sensation of floating and being driven crazy sexually combined into heightened waves of orgasm that sent Tara's mind into red and then darkness before crashing back on the bed.

Buffy leaned against the wall of the hotel hallway and tried to control her breathing. She managed to straighten up and moved down the hall as quick as she could.

Finally the door opened and Buffy pushed past the vampire and sat down on his bed, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Carson, dressed only in a pair of blue boxers looked at her in disbelief as he shut the door.

Carson studied the young woman in front of him for a few moments. He finally shrugged and crawled back into the bed and threw the sheet over his body. He sat up after a couple of minutes and watched Buffy rock slowly on the bed.

"Willow told me that she's connected to you and Tara," he commented. "Does it work both ways?"

"Yes," she whispered, gritting her teeth as the sexual attention turned from Tara to Willow.

"We haven't… not yet…we just got Willow back," Buffy struggled with the words.

Buffy tried to focus on strengthening her shields as another wave of desire from Willow hit her.

Willow smiled as the door to the shower opened and familiar hands reached for her from behind. The red-haired witch leaned back into the arms of the Slayer and sighed with pleasure.

Buffy's lips began exploring Willow's neck and she moaned as she felt a shiver of delight run over Willow's body, followed by Buffy's hands.

"You two just about drove me insane in front of Mom and Giles," Buffy scolded, her voice husky with desire.

"I can't say I'm sorry," Willow teased and gasped as one of Buffy's hands went to her breasts and the other between her legs. "Oh Goddess," she whimpered and grabbed the shower walls for balance.

"It was a little awkward, thank you," Buffy growled, dancing her fingers in between Willow's sexual lips, while pinching first one and then the other nipple.

"So, this…this is my punishment?" Willow teased. "What…what about Tara's punishment?"

Buffy was so overjoyed to hear the teasing and laughter in Willow's voice that tears of joy filling her eyes. Willow feeling Buffy's emotions, turned and grabbed the Slayer to her lips, the kiss passionate and desperate.

Buffy moaned and held the witch close to her, Buffy's heart pounding loudly in her ears. The blonde whimpered as she felt Willow's energy touching hers, Buffy concentrated on mentally lowering her shields and grabbed for the shower wall behind her as the emotions, desire, fears, and love from Willow hit her.

Willow followed Buffy, her lips going to Buffy's neck, her hands to Buffy's breasts and between the Slayer's legs. The rebound of the energy from Buffy and her own, hit Willow like a blow, dropping what few shields she had left, leaving nothing but an overwhelming need between them.

Buffy cried out as Willow, growling with desire, thrust into her and bit the Slayer's neck hard but not hard enough to break Buffy's skin. Her hands held Willow's body tight against her as she thrust against Willow's fingers and the witch matched her moves.

"Oh, don't stop, please, Wills!" Buffy begged, her hands gripping Willow's shoulders tightly.

Buffy whimpered and tried to stay upright in the shower as Willow's lips and teeth left her neck and began to work their way down her body. She took a long time, driving the Slayer's nipples and breasts into an overload of sensation with light kisses, sharp bites and raking of the teeth over them.

Buffy wasn't sure she could stay on her feet as Willow went to her knees, her lips exploring Buffy's ribs and tight stomach, finally settling on breathing in the essence of Buffy's scent that was mixed with the slightly different scent of arousal.

The Slayer was beside herself and grabbed the shower rod for balance as Willow gently lifted Buffy's leg to a bended position on the side of the tub. Buffy felt herself becoming flush as she looked down into the dark green and hooded eyes of her lover.

Buffy cried out and almost whacked her own head against the shower wall as her head snapped backwards as Willow entered her again and began running her tongue along Buffy's labia lips and over her clit.

Buffy felt Willow's own pleasure building as the witch lost herself in loving Buffy. The blonde knew that her emotions and building orgasms were reflecting back into Willow as well and felt her legs trembling beyond any control.

Willow mewled as her body connected with Buffy's, tightened every muscle in her body and shocked every nerve ending. She knew she would never get enough of Buffy and Tara; ever. Each woman was different in all aspects and Willow wouldn't have been able to answer which woman she loved more or even preferred sexually. Each had their own scents, own rhythms, needs, erogenous zones that Willow had delighted in finding and exploring. And each touched her differently but just right at the same time.

Willow clung to Buffy as the waves hit both of them, pulling a scream from Buffy and Willow's breath from her.

Buffy went to her knees beside Willow and kissed the red-haired witch firmly. They held each other as the water crashed over their heads.

Both women looked up and blushed as Tara opened the door and laughed at the sight of them, an impish glint in her eyes.

"You t-two look like d-drowned rats," she teased. "Do I get to dry both of you off?"

Buffy looked at Willow and saw the same impish glint in the red-headed witch's eyes.

Willow sat in a chair near the main desk as the evening grew darker and smiled when Angel finally appeared from the elevators with Cordelia.

The former cheerleader spotted her friend and dashed over as Willow stood up, grabbing the young witch in a rib crushing hug.

"Thank you!" Cordelia kept saying over and over again. Willow laughed and playfully smacked Cordelia's arms until the brunette put her down.

"Why don't you check us out, Cordy?" Angel suggested, "While I give my own thanks to Willow here."

"Sure, lover," Cordy grinned and headed towards the desk, taking the room key from Angel as he sat their bags down.

"Yes, I wanted to tell you I just found that spell a month ago, before everything broke loose in my life," Willow explained. "I never would have held it back from you and Buffy."

"I know that, even though you've loved Buffy for years, you never stood in the way of our love," he nodded. "I also know that you forgave me for things that were unforgivable and fought for me and my soul. Thank you."

"I can never repay you or make it up to you," he said softly. "Just know that I will always be there for you and will always be your friend."

"Even when I show up on your doorstep about to sprout fur and fangs?" she teased and grinned when he laughed a deep laugh.

"Yeah, even covered in red fur!" he agreed and grinned at Cordelia walking over to them, his eyes darkening with desire.

Cordelia smiled at the look on her lover's face as he released Willow and tossed her hair back, revealing his mark on her neck. She saw Angel lick his lips unconsciously and Willow broke into laughter.

"You two should take the room back!" Willow teased. "I don't think you'll make it back to LA before attacking each other again."

"You should talk, Ms. Shy Computer Geek who screams like a banshee!" Cordelia countered. "If I were into females I might have to make a play for the shy types, seems you and Tara nearly took the paint off the wall this morning."

Willow tried not to choke and come up with a witty comeback but Cordelia's sharp wit and tongue were victorious once again when the round was called to a halt by the appearance of the rest of the group.

Hugs took up the next half hour as both groups made their farewells to each other with promises to visit more frequently. Promises that were actually believed by both parties this time.

Within an hour Willow was snuggled in Buffy's arms in the backseat of the Summers' car with Tara in front watching her two loves.

Carson was riding back with Giles, Xander and Anya and being basically ignored in the back seat but the vampire didn't mind. As long as the young couple in the front seat wasn't trying to stake him or bore him to death, he was pleased.

He was also pleased with the way things had turned out over the last two months and congratulated himself on trusting his instincts when he took a naked and confused Willow into his life that morning in the sewers.

Now Angel had his soul firmly rooted and was letting himself feel love; Buffy, Willow and Tara were connecting again; Giles and Joyce were planning their wedding; and Xander and Anya were busy working on their own sex record; and the Slayer wasn't out to kill him.

Adam and the Initiative were both either dead or out of Sunnydale and Carson had new friends.

He tried not to think of the law of averages in Sunnydale that told him good times lasted for a damned short time, especially for the Slayer and her friends.

"So what next, guys?" Buffy asked as she dropped her suitcase on the floor and grinned at Tara and Willow's confused faces.

"I mean, think about it," Buffy continued as she threw herself across the bed and rolled over to look at them. "No more Adam, no Initiative, no Riley. Spike isn't talking to us; Angel has his soul firmly in place and no danger of Angelus coming back and no Mayor or high school. What shall we do for fun?"

"You are twisted, warped and have a strange sense of humor, Buffy Summers," Willow declared with a laugh and landed on the bed on one side and Tara on the other in the Slayer's arms.

"Well, considering how much school I've missed," Willow said seriously. "I think I need to withdraw for the semester and start again next time."

"No, the administration knows how injured I was and I'm sure Giles can vouch for my mental breakdown this last month," Willow shrugged. "If I keep up my grades I think I can talk them into erasing this semester of any Incompletes I've collected."

Willow laughed at their concerned faces. "You know me; I'll be a student walking around with gray hair and a cane!"

"Nope," Buffy said firmly. "You'll be running your own computer company or a well respected professor by then."

"I could get used to this," she mumbled as Tara reached across Buffy's ribs for Willow's hand.

Across town two men began unloading a large crate in front of a castle-like mansion, as a storm breaks loose in Sunnydale.

Allen Robertson grumbled as he lifted one end of the heavy crate. "Come on, hurry it up. I'm getting soaked."

The box dropped out of their hands, landing hard on the ground. Both men moaned when they noticed the split boards.

Tommy frowned and knelt down beside the crate, examining the dark substance spilling out between the cracks. "Look at this. The guy's carting dirt around."

"Leave it, we'll turn the thing on its side," Allen suggested. "Maybe it's dirt for a prime crop of pot."

As they tried to turn the box, more boards shattered and Allen couldn't comprehend the fact that a hand shot out of the box. Tommy fell backwards clutching his throat as blood flowed through his fingers faster than the rain off his hat.

Allen was still staring at Tommy's terror filled eyes when the box broke wide open and a figure was flying at him.

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