Don't Don't Tell Me No

By Rainne

Copyright © 2003

Djgirl1978@bellsouth.net

Buffy flipped on Willow’s laptop and sat down in front of it, getting ready to send an email to Angel down in L.A. As the machine came up out of "hibernate" mode, some sort of text-entry program popped onto the screen. Buffy assumed Willow had simply forgotten to close the program and moved to open the email server, but paused when she caught her own name out of the corner of her eye.

Huh?

Buffy scrolled up to the top of the text box, realizing that what she was looking at was Willow’s most recent entry into her online blog thing. She had shown it to Buffy once, even offered to set up an account for the Slayer, but Buffy had declined, pleading ignorance of anything more technical than a microwave. She arrived at the entry’s title and began to read.

Buffy’s eyes narrowed speculatively as she finished reading the passage. So that was why Willow had been walking around looking so hangdog since she’d come back from England. The loss of Tara weighed heavily on her, but she was also faced constantly with living in the house with someone she wanted but thought she couldn’t have.

As if Buffy hadn’t been in love with the redhead since the first time she locked eyes with her, at the water fountain on the History hall of the old Sunnydale High School.

It was time to do something about it. Battle lines were going to have to be drawn.

Buffy minimized the journal, dashed off her email, and shut the computer down again just as Willow came in the front door. The witch greeted Buffy cheerfully, then took in the calculating expression on Buffy’s face and paled. "What?"

Buffy stood, walked over to Willow, took the witch’s face in her hands, and drew her in for a soul-searing kiss.

Willow moaned into Buffy’s mouth, her eyes fluttering closed and her skin burning from the touch of Buffy’s fingers. She let her hands wander up to Buffy’s shoulders, unsure, and then suddenly wrapped her arms around the smaller girl’s shoulders and buried her hands in Buffy’s hair. Buffy pushed Willow back against the door, sliding their bodies together, seeing how well they fit. She wound her hands in Willow’s hair, holding the witch’s head steady as she ravaged Willow’s mouth.

Willow moaned under the onslaught of Buffy’s lips and tongue, unsure what had brought this on but praying to every higher being she could think of that she wouldn’t wake up if this was only a dream. She let her hands drift back down Buffy’s body and settle on the slender hips, pulling the Slayer against her as though she were trying to get Buffy inside her by force. "Buffy..." she whispered.

The Slayer’s lips moved down and to the side, kissing and licking Willow from the collar of her shirt up to her earlobe. "Yes?" she whispered

"What are you doing?" Willow was able to finally choke out.

"You don’t like it?" Buffy asked teasingly, making as though to move away.

Willow’s hands tightened on the Slayer’s hips. "No, not that at all. But why now?"

"Maybe I never realized before," Buffy replied seriously. "I never realized how you felt about me."

"How... what?"

Buffy straightened, her face turning serious, her eyes boring into Willow’s. "I’ve always been in love with you, Willow. From the very beginning – all the way back to ‘Hi, I’m Buffy.’ But I didn’t know how you felt about me." She smiled slightly. "When I got on the computer to send that email to Angel, your journal thing was there, and I saw my name, and I got curious, so I looked."

"How much did you see?" Willow choked.

"Not too much," she replied honestly. "I read the one about Kennedy faking sick and hitting on you." When Willow nodded, Buffy leaned forward to whisper in her ear again. "Willow... I want to make love to you tonight. Please... don’t say no."

Willow looked deep into Buffy’s eyes... and she didn’t say no.

It was a lucky thing that there were no Potentials in residence when Buffy and Willow nearly fell through the door of Buffy’s bedroom; if there had been, they might have been treated to a sight that they didn’t want to see. The two of them had chased each other up the stairs and into the room, pulling at clothing and kissing one another as though there would never be another kiss in the world. Buffy kicked the door shut behind them, but Willow had the presence of mind to lock both that door and the one that led in from the bathroom.

When she turned around from locking the bathroom door, she nearly lost her mind. Buffy was naked except for the oversized Oxford shirt she’d been wearing. Her blonde hair was down from its braid, falling in waves around her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her breath. Willow thought she’d never seen anything quite so beautiful in her entire life. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Buffy..." she whispered. "Oh, baby... I love you so much."

Buffy smiled, stepped forward, and captured Willow’s lips again, her hands moving to the buttons at the fly of Willow’s jeans. She unfastened each one slowly, then knelt to draw them down Willow’s legs. The witch stepped out of them, then felt fire brand her flesh as Buffy’s hands trailed back up her thighs to pull at her panties, drawing them down and away as well. The Slayer leaned forward then, eyes closed, and rested her forehead against the gentle slope of Willow’s lower belly, breathing in the fragrance of the witch’s arousal, worshiping her body with touch, look and kiss.

Willow felt Buffy stand then, and reach under her tee shirt to unclasp and then remove her bra. They were now both naked except for their shirts. Buffy took Willow’s hands and led them up to her neck, to the top button of her shirt, encouraging Willow to begin unbuttoning the shirt. Willow did so with gentle reverence, amazed and grateful for every new inch of perfect flesh revealed to her. She got about halfway down before she couldn’t resist any longer and leaned down to taste the soft swell of breast presented to her questing hands and mouth.

Buffy gasped at the feeling of hot, wet flame being pressed directly to her nipple. She arched forward, pressing her breast farther into Willow’s mouth. The witch eagerly sucked at the proffered flesh, her hand moving up to caress the other breast. Buffy’s hand slid up to tangle in Willow’s hair, urging the witch quietly to continue. Willow’s hands slid up to Buffy’s shoulders and pushed the shirt back. It fell off her shoulders and slid down her body to puddle in the floor.

Willow’s fingertips slowly traveled down the length of Buffy’s back, idly drawing patterns as she moved her mouth back and forth between the hard peaks of Buffy’s nipples. Buffy was moaning low in her throat, wordlessly urging Willow to continue. Willow was more than happy to oblige.

The candlelight played across Willow’s body as the witch rose up over the body of her Slayer. Buffy lay on her back across the bed, with Willow straddling her hips. The redhead slowly pulled her tee shirt up over her head and dropped it onto the floor. Buffy’s hands, reverent as though reaching for a holy artifact, slowly moved up Willow’s body to gently cup her breasts. She felt the nipples pebble under her fingers and gently manipulated them, feeling the wetness between Willow’s legs coat her own stomach as the taller girl moved slightly above her.

"Yeah, Buffy, like that," Willow whispered. "Yeah..."

Buffy moved her hands just slightly, and pulled Willow’s body down toward her, to wrap them in another kiss that seemed to send electric shocks running through both of their bodies. She was unsure which of them was moaning... it could have been both of them. She felt Willow begin to stretch her body out, and one of Willow’s knees insinuated itself between Buffy’s thighs, which parted to willingly accept the intrusion. Willow felt the slick wetness of Buffy’s arousal coat her thigh as she made contact and pressed inward.

Buffy’s body arched slightly at the pressure, and her fingers clenched on Willow’s back, fingernails digging in slightly. Willow growled deeply in her throat, leaning over to bite at Buffy’s neck, just where Angel had left a scar on her throat. She sucked on the sensitive spot, gently at first and then, as she continued to apply rhythmic pressure with her knee and Buffy’s body continued to respond, harder – hard enough to draw the blood to the surface and to mark her as Willow’s.

"Willow!" Buffy gasped. "Please... I need you... so much..."

Willow left the mark on Buffy’s neck to begin a slow path down the Slayer’s small body, marking her way with lips and teeth and tongue, stopping at the base of the Slayer’s ribcage to mark her again; pausing at Buffy’s navel to apply a bit of pressure at this sensitive spot, making Buffy whimper. Finally, she arrived at the patch of fuzz just above the juncture of Buffy’s legs, and she laid a gentle kiss in the center of the thatch before moving lower and beginning a gentle stroking with her tongue that started the slim body beneath her to writhing and moaning her name.

Buffy’s body rocked with the power of the orgasm that shot through her when Willow simultaneously slid two fingers into her and sucked on her clit. She grabbed Willow’s head, trying to hold her as close as possible, and her back arched. "Oh, God!" she cried, her eyes squeezing shut under the onslaught of sensations. "Oh, God, Willow!"

Willow rode out the orgasm with her love, feeling Buffy’s muscles clamping down on her wriggling fingers. She smiled into Buffy’s pussy, slowing the movements of her fingers and tongue until Buffy’s body calmed, though never completely stopping. Every time she stroked, she felt the Slayer’s body shudder beneath her, and she very gently but inexorably stoked the blonde’s fire up again, feeling Buffy’s hands tighten in her hair as she sucked gently on the Slayer’s clit, and the warm flood across her fingers as Buffy came again.

She moved upward then, her hand never leaving its tender stroking, but her mouth traveling back up to find Buffy’s own. The smaller woman pulled her close, moaning Willow’s name over and over as Willow’s hand worked its magic on Buffy’s sensitive area. Slick with Buffy’s own moisture, Willow’s fingers traveled from clit to channel and back again, rolling with the undulating movements of Buffy’s hips. She began to slowly apply more and more pressure to Buffy’s sensitive nub, bringing her very rapidly into her third and then almost immediately again into her fourth orgasm. Buffy’s fingernails raked down Willow’s back when the Slayer lost control, her head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, each punctuated by Willow’s name, said at first in a pleading tone and then with more and more passion, until the crest finally broke and Buffy collapsed, spent, beneath Willow, tears sliding out of the corners of her eyes.

Willow pulled Buffy’s body into her embrace, resting Buffy’s head on her shoulder and wrapping her own leg around the Slayer’s. "You okay, baby?"

Buffy’s response was to pull Willow closer and burrow into her neck, mumbling something into her skin that Willow didn’t understand. She asked Buffy to repeat, and the Slayer obliged. "I said, I love you."

Willow felt her heart nearly break with joy. "Oh, baby," she whispered, pulling Buffy to her and kissing her gently. "I love you, too."

Kennedy sighed with relief around midnight as the sounds from the bedroom down the hall finally ceased. She hadn’t been able to keep an accurate count of things, since many of the two women’s orgasms had apparently blended together, but she did know that they’d locked themselves into their room around seven-thirty in the evening, and they had apparently only just given up for the night.

She could hear them talking, Willow and Buffy, and her heart clenched. She’d really been attracted to the red-haired witch, and had thought that they might be able to make as much of a relationship as was possible when one was facing an apocalypse. But she’d lost, and she understood that it had been long before she’d ever even known there was anything worth fighting for. Willow Rosenberg had belonged to Buffy Summers since that long-ago day when they locked eyes in front of a water fountain in a busy hallway, with Cordelia Chase making snide remarks as background noise.

Kennedy sighed, rolling over and punching her pillow into a more comfortable shape. She supposed it was no big deal, really. And Buffy did have a really cute younger sister, Dawn, who was only a couple years younger than Kennedy herself. She didn’t know for sure if Dawn was a lesbian or not, but the girl certainly sent a strong vibe to the Potential’s gaydar. She decided that she’d offer a few flirtatious moves over the next couple of days and see how the younger Summers sister responded.

Then she groaned in misery as she heard Buffy’s voice raised again, calling Willow’s name. Jesus! Were they going to be at it all night?

She pulled another pillow over her head, hoping it would drown out the sounds, but she was not quite quick enough to avoid hearing Willow’s voice float through the walls. "Oh, God, Buffy," she was moaning. "Oh, baby... I love you."

"I love you, too, my Willow," came Buffy’s response, which was the last thing Kennedy heard before falling asleep, determined to make her move on Dawn the following afternoon and see how well she was received.