Desire

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon et al own everyone in this story except Lexie, Gab and Tara, because those three are mine all mine.

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Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Desire can overwhelm, inflame and consume. Desire can take over the senses, making a person see and think and feel in completely different ways than they ordinarily would. And desire can cause truth to surface where it has been hidden away in dank, dark corners, molding and rotting away to nothing. Desire can bring truth into the cleansing light of day, letting it flourish and blossom into a true jewel of life.

And sometimes, desire can just be the insatiable rush of a lust denied for so many years that it has become ingrained into the flesh, blood and bone of the one who feels it; so ingrained that, when it is finally released, it explodes into a supernova that can turn its holder and anyone close to her into burnt cinders, charred and irrevocably changed by the experience.

Desire flooded through two bodies as the door closed behind them, shutting out the midday sun and the memories of shared grief, the sound stripping two people of all their complexities, foibles, fables and truths, and leaving behind it only the shimmering, quivering heat of desire.

Buffy pressed Willow back against the closed door, crushing her lips against the older woman's while reaching behind her to lock the door. Willow moaned against Buffy's lips and opened her own, inviting the gentle invasion that was Buffy's tongue to come in and conquer. Buffy reached behind Willow, clamping her hands down firmly on Willow's backside, and pushing their bodies together from lips to toes.

Willow's hands found Buffy's waist and slid upward from there to cup Buffy's breasts through the thin cotton of her tee shirt. The Slayer's nipples were incredibly hard and as Willow teased them, they seemed to rise and become even harder than before. Buffy whimpered at the sensation, but did not remove her lips from Willow's.

Willow slowly drew her kisses across Buffy's cheek and down the right side of her throat, pausing to suck at the scar left behind when Angel had bitten her in high school. Buffy gasped and her back arched at the gentle sensation there, and Willow chuckled deep in her throat, speaking for the first time since they entered the house. "Sensitive?"

"Very," Buffy gasped back. "Do it again!"

Smiling, Willow complied, alternating sucking with licking and nibbling for a long moment before Buffy suddenly shuddered in her arms. "Oh, God, Willow..."

"Yes?" Willow drawled, and found herself lifted in the Slayer's arms. Suddenly, she was on her back on the couch, her mouth still on Buffy's neck.

"I... Willow, I can't go slow. I—I can't this time. I have to have you. God, Willow, please, let me..."

Willow nodded, releasing Buffy's neck. "What you need, Buffy—what you need—do it!"

Buffy pulled her own tee shirt off over her head and then roughly pulled Willow's off as well, pushing the redhead's bra up and fastening her mouth to Willow's breast. The witch cried out, arching her back, and Buffy took the opportunity to pull Willow's pants off as well.

Willow plucked at Buffy's shorts, unfastening the buttons and pushing them and the panties below them down toward the Slayer's feet. Buffy kicked them off and they were suddenly lying pressed together, naked flesh pressed to naked flesh. Buffy's hand moved down Willow's torso and pressed itself between her legs, which opened almost of their own accord to admit Buffy where she most wanted to go.

The Slayer's strong fingers wasted no time sliding into the slick, hot depths, and Willow cried out at the intrusion, her nether muscles clamping down around the digits. Buffy growled deep in her throat and ravaged Willow's lips again, sliding her tongue into the sweetness that was Willow's mouth, rolling along Willow's own tongue, seeking and caressing.

Willow's body bucked and strained under Buffy's, and she made wordless pleading noises as her hips raised off the couch. "Tell me what you want, Willow, tell me what you need," Buffy panted, her hand keeping up its slow stimulation.

"Oh, God, Buffy, please, please, I'm so close..."

"Tell me what you want, Willow. You have to tell me."

Willow cried out as Buffy's thumb began to stroke her swollen clit, and she began to beg as Buffy held her at the peak of her need, refusing to let her cross over. "Please... please... Buffy... oh, God... Buffy... please..."

Buffy could smell the sweet, honeyed scent of Willow's arousal, and couldn't hold back any longer. She began to draw a trail with her lips and tongue down Willow's body toward the place where her hand currently was. Willow lost all verbal ability as Buffy's tongue crossed her stomach, dipping briefly into her navel, and then trailed downward to the place where Willow needed her the most.

Willow's body seized up at the first stroke of Buffy's tongue, her gasps coming out in high-pitched bursts. Buffy gave a low moan as she buried herself in the musky scent of Willow's pleasure; the texture, the taste of Willow intoxicating to her. She rolled her tongue across sensitive flesh, then flattened it and drew it straight up, listening to the different sounds of pleasure that Willow made with each touch. Then she smiled, ready to bring Willow over, and latched her mouth on the hardened core of Willow as she added a third finger to the two already sliding inside the redhead's body.

With a shudder and a piercing cry, Willow came with a thunderous flood. Her muscles clamped down on Buffy's fingers and her hands tangled in Buffy's hair, holding her close. Buffy relished the sensations surrounding her and drank up every bit of Willow's release, the slow motions of her tongue eventually bringing Willow to a second and then a third peak.

Finally, the Slayer moved up to lay next to her witch, holding the older woman close as she shuddered, trying to regain her equilibrium. They held each other close for some time, neither speaking, simply reveling in the connection of bodies and the melding of souls. Finally, Buffy nuzzled Willow's neck below her ear and teased, "So, did I do okay for a virgin?"

Willow laughed and hugged Buffy tightly. "For a first-timer, you sure know your way around down there." They shared a laugh which turned sensual as Willow became determined to explore Buffy in return. The Slayer suggested that they move their activities upstairs. "I can just imagine the girls coming back to find us... engaged... on the couch," she teased.

Willow burst out laughing as they rolled off the couch and collected their clothes. "I can see the therapy bills rolling in now."

They scampered up the stairs and locked themselves in Buffy's room, rolling onto the bed together and resuming their slow exploration of one another's bodies. They let the rest of the world fall away as they found one another and resolved to never leave one another again. They didn't even notice when Dawn and Lexie came home that evening, came upstairs, listened to what was there to be listened to, and gave one another a quiet high-five on the way back down to scrounge for supper in the kitchen.

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