Filling in the Gaps by Red Willow

Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all them other peeps. I'm just using them to make my own fun. Girl/Girl lovin', you no like, you no read. All story ideas other than btvs canon and original characters are solely from my perverted little mind.

Summary: Sequel to The Spaces in Between. Buffy and Willow fun it up, find out some interesting things about Tara's new social life, and—of course- drama ensues.

"Tar's friends are screwing against the wall outside." Andi was always good at explaining things.

I looked at her and realized that they all thought I was upset. They knew I had a thing for Buffy and I could see how that plus the fact that I did still have the occasional lingering feeling for Willow would make them think that what we had just witnessed would bother me.

I shook my head and grinned. "I'm okay… just shocked." I remembered all the times Willow and I had done it in "public places" but never once had we done it outside, especially where there were so many people who could see us. "I n-never thought…" I started laughing. "I never thought Buffy w-w-would be that… adventurous." I couldn't help it, the whole situation caused me to burst into full laughter and before I knew it I was trying to catch my breath, my hand on my stomach it hurt so much.

"I gotta see this!" Shell jumped from the bed and made her way to the door. She opened it very softly while the rest of us watched. I kept my hand over my mouth, trying to quell the giggles that threatened to erupt. The music was still throbbing at a steady enough pace though that I figured my giggles from inside the bedroom wouldn't bother Buffy and Willow.

Shell leaned her head out and stayed there, stock-still. Andi moved behind her, placing one hand on the small of her back while she looked over the other girl's shoulder.

"What?" Asked Claire, finally making her way over to the door. She poked her head out, leaning over Shell, replacing Andi's position.

"Willow's the redhead right?" Asked Andi. I nodded. "Man… she must have needed to ease that tension bad… cause…"

I made my way over to them and peeked out, trying to see. Claire stepped aside and I leaned over Shell who seemed to be totally captivated. I wasn't sure we should be doing this but it was hard not to want to watch when they were totally in the open like that. They were moving slower and Buffy's hand was on Willow's breast, squeezing her nipple from the looks of it. I wasn't sure, but it looked like Willow's was holding Buffy's hand to her. We stood there, barely able to breath as I watched these two women move against each other.

The temperature in the room rose up several degrees as I was aware of the heat swirling around us. I put my hand on Shell's back for support. I felt someone's hand slowly slide up my thigh to rest on my bottom, their thumb making tiny circles that sent shivers racing up and down my body.

Willow's eyes shot open as she moaned loud enough for us to hear and I saw Buffy whisper something in her ear. Whatever it was, Willow responded. They moved faster, hand against sex, body against body. Watching Buffy bring Willow to orgasm was causing my already aroused body to hum and buzz with want.

Knowing Willow was close, but not able to look at them any longer, I backed away, realizing it was Case's hand on my butt. I grabbed her and crushed my lips against hers, shocking her I know. I needed some kind of contact, my whole body was aching for touch. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily, basking in the feeling her hands were creating as they roamed up my back and neck.

"Oh shit!" I heard Shell whisper harshly as she backed away from the door quickly.

"Did they see you?" Andi asked her as Case and I broke away, a blush creeping into my features I was sure.

"No, but they're uh… they're done." She grinned. Shell's face was glowing and every one of us could see the obvious desire burning in her eyes.

Shell was a big time voyeur, often only wanting to watch while the rest of us had sex. Usually Andi had to beg her to join so she could please her instead of Shell doing it herself while she watched. I shook my head, Tara Maclay, what has become of you?

"Come on sexy women." Claire took Case and mine's hands, leading us toward the door. "If we start this now we'll never leave."

"So… we still have guests. Can't be rude now, can we?" She smiled back at us before opening the door. We followed her out.

"I'll go check out the apartment… unless… you want to… join me over there?" Case asked Claire and I, wiggling her eyebrow.

"No honey… you'll just have to wait like a good little butch for your treat." Claire joked, making a shooing gesture with her hand.

"For…" I shook my head. "For needing you so bad." I shrugged, it sounded stupid when I said it.

Buffy turned me toward her and kissed me softly, barely tugging on my bottom lip before pulling away again.

"I'm not." She smiled sweetly. "I love making you feel good… I don't care where we are."

"We could've been seen." I pointed out. "We should've gone home, that's what you wanted anyway." I rested my head on her chest again, letting her run her fingers through my hair.

"We can still have fun at home." She giggled and I knew I'd be up for it again when we got there. "I'm totally ready for… whatever."

"You must be all…" I ran my hand up her thigh, letting it rest between her legs. "…worked up." I finished grinning.

"Ohh…" She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "Yeah… but… I kind of had my own… um… release?" She blushed.

"Oh…" I kissed her cheek. "Still though… I know how easily you Slayers get worked up…" I joked.

"Just imagine what I'd be like if I had to slay something tonight." Her voice was husky as she leaned her head in to catch my mouth. A few soft kisses and I broke away again.

"You weren't so bad yourself…" She told me. She trailed her fingers up my neck, cupping my cheek.

"I can hold my own…" I whispered leaning into her touch as I slowly stroked my fingers against her inner thigh.

"No… I mean… maybe. But… he was always so competitive, you know?" I nodded that I remembered. "Fighting… he could hold his own until… but in bed…" She smiled, but the look in her eyes told me she was more frustrated than anything. "I couldn't be myself with him, Will. I never let myself go, never felt satisfied, because he was so… he always wanted to be the one in control… maybe he figured he couldn't best me in fighting so…" Again she shook her head, trying to find her words. "We were always doing it, remember?"

I remembered. Like were like bunnies, attached at the hip and always having sex. We had a whole haunting thing caused by them. Yes, I remembered it well.

"I know what you're thinking." She looked at me with a lopsided grin. "Lowell house thing right?" I nodded. "I think… I mean… we just kept doing it right? But… I was never satisfied… and the house was feeding off us… but I think… we were somehow feeding off the house too… and… I still never felt satisfied, never full… because I never let myself totally go with him…" She took her hand away from my face and held her head up. "This is so hard to explain."

"I do. You were afraid to let yourself go… because you didn't want to hurt him… didn't want to run him off because he already felt… inadequate when he fought next to you. He was Mister Big Initiative guy and then… then he was just Riley, second best to The Slayer. He never stood a chance Buffy. Not with the way he was thinking."

"How come I don't feel like that with you Willow? How come I can let myself go completely with you and not worry?"

"Maybe because you trust me… a-and you know I trust you… with my life. Maybe because we've loved each other so long… O-or… maybe just because I'm so damn good." I gave her a bright smile and she grinned back.

"Buffy… I never want you to hold back with me." I gripped her hand and held it between us. "Ever. I love you with every ounce of my being and I trust you implicitly. Never hold back… if I can't take it… I-I'll let you know… 'cause let me tell you Missy, you've got some damn stamina going on!" I giggled and kissed our joined hands. "But seriously, I never want you to hold back… give me what you got Slayer girl…"

I captured her mouth once again, cutting off whatever she was about to say. I pushed my tongue against her lips and she parted them, inviting me inside. Our tongues met and I tightened my grip on her inner thigh as she slid her hand around to cup the back of my neck.

I got up and swung my leg around to straddle her, sitting in her lap. With my hands on either side of her face, and her hands on my waist, we continued kissing deeply, our mouths locked tight together and our tongues fighting for dominance, chasing back and forth. If I could only do one thing for the rest of my life, it would be to kiss Buffy Summers. My best friend, my lover, my protector and savior, my passion, my life.

She broke the kiss, panting against my neck as I left tiny kisses across her forehead.

"I love you so much Willow, you know that right?" She looked up at me, searching my eyes. I could see the sincere need to know etched all over her face.

I traced my fingers along her brow, down the slope of her nose, resting them on her lips.

"Even if you never ever told me again." I told her. I kissed her cheek softly. "I'd know because I feel it…" I took her hand placed it over my heart. "…here." I kissed each eye gently. "And I see it in the way you look at me." I took her other hand from around my waist and held both her hands in mine. "And in the way you touch me, the way you hold me."

"God Willow… you are so…" She shook her head, closing her eyes. "The things you say and do… I told you once tonight already… but I…" She opened her eyes and looked up at me again. "You amaze me."

"You're the amazing one Buffy." I told her. "You're the Slayer. You risk your life every night… a-and you've saved the world more times than I can remember. You've died twice and you're still here kicking ass and-"

"That's my job Will. I'm the Chosen One. Besides, I told you… I do it for you… in that I have no choice. But you… God Will, you've never backed down, not once. You're out there, right beside me. You've saved my life and you don't even realize it. You spend so much of your time helping me. You stayed in Sunnyhell when you could've gone anywhere. You don't have super strength or Slayer healing… you're just you…"

"No… you can't, not now at least. But Willow… even before you got all powerful with the witchy… you were strong… you were there and you fought and we won, together. So many times I wanted to give it up… run away and be someone else, be someone… normal. But I know I can't do that… I have to protect you… I have to fight to keep the world safe for you… a-and okay, there's also that pesky problem that there'd be no one else to fill my place… but also because you give me strength to do my job. You, Xander, Giles… Dawn. You're all normal people… and you fight the fight… you give me strength and a reason to keep on fighting. I'm not amazing Willow… I'm grateful."

She held me against her, wrapping her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. I pulled my fingers through her soft blonde locks, slowly, feeling the silky smooth while inhaling the fruity shampoo she used. We stayed like that for a few tender moments lost in each other's warmth and love. Goddess, how I love this woman, this beautiful "chosen" creature that wrapped herself around my heart the day we met and made a home there.

Her voice was so soft, almost a whisper. The tone she used made me tense, she sounded scared, like she knew I wasn't going to like what she had to tell me. I looked down into her eyes searching there for something that would clue me in, give me a sign that the trepidation in her voice, even in her body was my imagination.

She took a deep breath, letting the air out slow before glancing up into my face, but she wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Tara?" My heart rate quickened. What could be so hard for Buffy to tell me that involved Tara?

My ex-girlfriend actually had the guts to come on to Buffy? Mixed emotions washed through me, pulling me in opposite directions. I wanted to be mad, to question how she could do that. Reminding myself that Tara had every right to pursue another relationship and that she didn't know Buffy and I were together now, my anger subsided. On top of all that, I was almost proud of her for making a move on someone I knew she had a thing for but also someone she had admitted to having a tiny fear of. Buffy was the Slayer, killed nightly, and Tara found her to be bigger than life. The shy woman I knew was usually pretty intimidated around Buffy and it really surprised me that she would actually make a pass at her.

"God I'm really sorry I didn't tell you Will…" Buffy said quickly, her words rushed and laced with a need for forgiveness. "Nothing happened I promise!"

I caught her head in my hands, bringing her face back in front of me to look in her eyes. The fear and in her voice made my heartache to know that she feared losing me that much, that she lived and breathed our love and might crumble without it now that she finally had tasted it.

"I know." I nodded. I knew Buffy good enough to know she wouldn't have accepted Tara's advances. "It's okay."

"Shhh…" I ran my fingers through her hair and gave her a warm smile. "Did you do anything?.

"Nothing at all?" I continued to run my fingers through her hair, hoping to soothe her.

She shook her head again. Her eyes were locked on mine again as if in a trance. Looking toward me for the forgiveness she didn't need and the acceptance she'd always find in my arms.

"Then why are you so worried?" I asked her in whisper before placing one soft kiss on her forehead, my lips lingering there for a few brief moments.

"Tell you?" She glanced away briefly before meeting my eyes again. I nodded for her to continue.

"Well she… she…" Her brow creased as if she was thinking how to tell me the details.

I wondered if something really major had happened that would cause Buffy so much turmoil, so much guilt and force her to think she couldn't tell me.

"It wasn't anything big…" She shook her head and paused, trying to wrap her brain around whatever it was Tara had done. "Ya know… now that I'm telling you, it all sounds so stupid." Her frown turned into a small, bemused smile and she shook her head.

"Hmm… okay, well… the first time she just kind of… did this." She picked up my hand as if she were taking something out of it, brushing her fingertips over the back.

"Nothing until later… until… she was kind of close, like getting into my personal space. She had this look on her face… I never seen it before… it was…"

I had known Tara to be sexy hot and sultry, and I could remember on several occasions her practically pouncing on me like a tiger. I never thought to call it predatory though.

Shrugging, Buffy continued, "Maybe that's too harsh… I'm not sure how to explain it. She ran her hand up my arm and promised this party would be a lot of fun… a-and I don't think she meant it in an innocent fun way either."

"Oh…" I took this new information in, again trying to process it, trying to decide if I should be mad at Tara or shrug it off. After all, I knew Buffy wouldn't do anything with her, I knew it in my heart, knew it in the way she was scared to hurt me by telling me.

"You're not an idiot." I told her firmly. How many times would I have to point this out to her? How many times would I have to reassure her of her strengths that were solely Buffy and had nothing to do with the Slayer.

She didn't say anything for a long time and I wasn't sure what else to add to our conversation. She was obviously thinking things over her in head.

"Ya know…" She began again. "I think mostly I was kindo shocked. I mean… well, you know how Tara is…"

I nodded, remembering how even two years into our relationship I sometimes had to coax her out of her shell.

"She was facing a huge rejection Will… she didn't know we were together, didn't know I'd even have an interest in girls… and I think…" A smile crept onto her face. "Don't think I'm being all Slayerish when I say this but… I always thought she was kind of scared of me."

"I know… it's just, ya know… timid Tara and big bad Slayer killing things… and sometimes you come across as… well when you're in Slayer mode especially you're…"

"I can be a real bitch, can't I?" She was nodding her head as if she knew this all along.

"I-I wouldn't exactly put it like that…" I traced my fingers down the slope of her nose. "More like… take charge, I'm the Slayer… get out of my way and let me do my job!"

I giggled and leaned forward, leaving soft kisses on either side of her mouth. She smiled back, her eyes closed.

"I should probably tell you…" I began, leaving another lingering kiss on her lips before pulling back. "There's something else I know about Tara…" I trailed my fingers from her ear, down the side of her neck to rest on her shoulder, toying with her collar.

"She uh… she's got this major… thing… which I'm not exactly sure how far it goes… cause… for all I know it could just be some lusty thing… a-and…"

"Sorry… She… she had a major crush on you… o-or uh… I guess she still does…"

I nodded. "Buffy… why Tara and I broke up… I mean the real reason she left so suddenly… I mean, okay yes… big magick freak here… but… there were a lot of problems that we couldn't resolve… I knew she had a thing for you… a-and I think she knew… I'm pretty sure she knew I was in love with you."

"Oh…" Her surprised expression quickly turned into a grin. "So you're telling me that the two hot lesbians that lived in my house were lusting after me… and neither of you thought to invite me into the party?"

"So you keep telling me." She quipped, holding me tight against her, both of us giggling.

"So… would you… I mean if we had asked… would you've?" I made tiny circles with my fingers, finding my way under the collar of her shirt to the bare skin below.

"That would have been…" I didn't finish though, letting my slow circles work up her neck. Her lips parted and I leaned toward her again to gently lick first her bottom, then her top lip with the tip of my tongue. Her own darted out and met mine briefly before I sat back up.

"Buffy," I started, my tone taking on seriousness again, " I-I don't want you to ever feel like you can't tell me something… okay? There have been too many secrets between us lately… and… I just need you to know you can trust me…"

I held her head, kissing the top lightly before running my fingers back through her hair.

"We've been out here forever… maybe we should… go back." I said softly after a few quiet moments.

"Mmm… maybe." She nuzzled my neck with her nose, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Okay." She nodded, pulling back from me. "Guess we should find Tara, tell her we're leaving.

"I'm sure they'll get over it." She grinned and caught my lips for another series of soft kisses.

"I'm sure they'll get over it." I told her, grinning. I caught her lips with mine, snatching soft kisses, tugging her lips with mine.

"Come on…" She stood up and jumped the short distance from the deck to the ground, holding her hand for me to follow.

I took her hand and in silence we walked back around to the front of the building.

"Tara said she'd be over there." She said pointing to the second apartment." I nodded, looking around. Even less people were there when we had first arrived. I looked up to at least ten women on the balcony holding drink cups. Smoke wafted out of the apartment behind them. There was a steady throb of some kind of techno coming from the apartment, while the music that had been about blasting from Casey and Claire's had been turned down considerably.

When we entered Shelley and Andi's apartment, we saw that there was a group of about fifteen women sitting on the black leather couch, chair, and loveseat. I tried averting my gaze in my stunned silence, as some were topless. Two were currently kissing while the others clapped and laughed. One was shirtless, yet still wore a an apricot bra and her long streaked hair ended in curls just above her breasts. The other, a blonde who wore a black tee shirt and jeans, was clearly enjoying their engagement. Her hand roamed down topless's side, following the curve of her hip.

Among the many red and blue party cups and beer bottles littering the long glass table, I spotted a pair of green dice. What they were I wasn't sure. Willow and I stood there for a few moments and watched as the woman wearing the black tee shirt picked up the dice, while another spun an empty beer bottle. The blonde who had rolled the dice read what they said out loud.

"Lick and Nipples." She said loudly. It was obvious that she had had quite a lot to drink "Oohh… Sheila baby… take that shirt off!"

We watched as Sheila rolled her eyes before sitting up to take off her shirt. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall forward and her bra falling down her arms. Her nipples were large, brown and erect. I swallowed hard and watched as the blond leaned forward and slowly let the tip of her tongue slip out to touch a nipple. After a few short flicks she began to seriously stroke the erect flesh, swirling her tongue around. Moving on to the next, she managed to do the same while the woman receiving the treatment simply sat there with her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She supported herself by her arms behind her on the couch.

The others hooted and hollered and I was quickly snapped out of my daze by Willow tugging on my arm. I looked over at her and I could see she had been as caught up in the show as I was. All the more reason to hurry up and get home.

"No thanks." I wasn't sure where I had found my voice, convinced that I didn't have one. "We're about to leave."

"Oh too bad… this game can get real wild!" She finished with a grin and a squeal, turning back to the game as another woman spun the bottle.

We walked past them and turned the corner that led to the open kitchen. What we saw there made us stop once more.

It was a sight that I never thought I'd see, not in a million years. Er… not that I had ever thought about it, much. I had to shake my head and make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Willow's soft "Eep" convinced me I wasn't alone in my vision.

There was a larger dining area with a small, square, tile topped table near the far right wall surrounded by four chairs. It was also littered with plastic cups, beer bottles, and several half emptied liquor bottles. To the left was the open kitchen area, an L shaped island jutting out from the far wall.

And halfway between the dining area and the kitchen island was Tara with Casey and another woman I hadn't met.

"Cow." Willow agreed, her voice barely audible over the current selection of music that peaked and dipped in an almost hypnotic pulse.

Casey held Tara in her arms, kissing her deeply, while the other woman held Tara from the back, kissing the side of her neck. Tara held Casey firmly in place by one hand while the other gripped the other woman's arm around her waste. The second woman had short blonde dreads and what looked to be a dragon tattoo emerged from under her tank top to rest on her upper arm, shoulder, and neck.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Our sweet, innocent, shy Tara was making out with two girls at the same time. This, of course, outweighed any of the previous shock I had when Tara seemed to come on to me. I looked at Willow who had the same shocked look on her face as I did and I literally wanted to reach out and close her mouth for her.

I shrugged and continued to stare at the site that developed in front of me. Tara broke off the kiss, turned away from us, only to wrap an arm around the second woman while reaching behind herself for Casey. Each woman complied with the change and again, Tara was caught in a deep desperate kiss. I could literally taste the desire burning off the three women.

The blonde slipped her hand into Tara's mostly unbuttoned top, cupping her breast and from what I could tell, began manipulating her nipple. Tara broke from the kiss, moaning softly against the girl's cheek. She turned her head slightly, allowing Casey to lick along her neck before capturing her earlobe between her teeth. It looked like the blonde was doing the same thing to the other side of Tara's neck while her hand continued to massage and squeeze Tara's breast. The soft moans that escaped Tara's parted lips were doing nothing for my current state as I felt my body ache with need.

Tara's hand left the woman's shoulder and disappeared under the white tank top the blonde wore, sliding her hand and the shirt up over smooth tanned skin. The blonde wasn't wearing a bra and her small firm breast was soon covered by Tara's eager hand. She twisted and pulled the nipple between her fingers, causing the other woman to arch into the touch. Their moans could easily be heard from where we stood.

Trying to avert my gaze in an attempt to gain control over my senses, I took a step away from the scene, only to see two other women sitting on the white kitchen counter in the corner. One, chocolate skinned with braids held the other who had short curly blonde hair. The first was stroking the other's stomach directly under her breasts while whispering in her ear as they both watched Tara, Casey, and the blonde make out. It looked like the trio was putting on a show for the other two. From the looks of it, the two women on the counter were really into it, especially the blonde who kept running her tongue over her bottom lip, which was pierced. She played with the ring absently.

"Don't be mad okay?" She said softly glancing at me briefly before turning her attention back to her ex-girlfriend's current activity.

A grin crept into my face. Sliding my hand so very slowly up Willow's back, my fingertips creating random patterns, I kissed her earlobe before letting my hand slide around her neck, caressing the most sensitive area with my thumb. She visibly shivered before moving closer to me, wrapping her arm around my waist, slipping her fingers up under the hem of my shirt to caress the skin below beneath.

My nipples hardened, straining against the soft satin material confining them as tiny shivers made their way from everywhere Willow touched me to the rest of my body, like an echo. We continued to watch, unaware of the game that took place a few feet away. We watched Casey slide her hand between Tara and the blonde's bodies, gripping Tara's thigh. The blond moved her kisses down the exposed area of Tara's creamy cleavage, lapping and nipping at the skin while Tara held the woman's dreads firmly in her hands.

Willow's other hand found its way to my stomach, dancing her fingers across while I continued to gently stroke my fingers up and down her neck over her pulse point. The air was charged with sexual energy, soft moans filled my ears from every direction even as the music continued to throb and beat in the background. And maybe that was part of it too. The music, its beat and rhythm were laced with sex, a deep throbbing like an ache, a need. A steady rhythm like two bodies moving against each other, moving in sync to reach that blissful plateau of pleasure.

I was soaked. I felt a single bead of sweat roll down my temple, yet it in no way compared to the river between my legs. Time seemed to stand still as I absorbed the position I found myself in. The music throbbed in my ears, throbbed through the floor sending my hips into a barely visible rock. Willow's soft, hot body was pressed so tightly against me, her fingers teasing and tempting me, that I thought I would melt into her. The sounds of women kissing and teasing each other, laughing and clapping, cheering on the lust that was building at an unstable level behind us caused my heart to quicken. The site in front of us of Tara, Casey, and the blonde kissing and groping, building the tension and the heat between them to the point it poured off them, poured off them only to be absorbed by me caused the river in me to swell and overflow.

Suddenly I wanted to become a part of it all, let myself disappear into the heat, make myself open and wide for their use. Give in to the craving, to the deep, painful ache that I feared would never go away. Give in and feed, be fed upon, teased and pleased, fucked and sucked. I wanted it all and I wanted it at that moment.

"I want you so bad right now." She told me in that sexy growl that makes me strip down to skin with the confidence that every fiber of my being would be satisfied when she was through with me.

I pulled my eyes away from the show and studied Willow. She was glowing with wanton need. Her green eyes were dark and heavy with desire and I knew. I knew I'd have to take her again soon. Take her into one of their bedrooms, the bathroom, hell back outside. Take her and make her mine as she would make me hers, again and again. I wanted to slide into her, rock her steady into the early morning hours until she was begging for me to stop in exhaustion. And I knew I wanted her to do the same. To slip her hand inside, to fill me up with everything she had and bring me to the brink again and again until we were both spent, slumping into sweating heaps.

I nodded that I understood, that I wanted everything she did, and that we were going to go, go now before we ripped each other's clothes off in the middle of the room and fucked each other silly in front of the twenty women still in the apartment. And maybe they wouldn't have been too shocked by that, considering what was already taking place.

I chanced a glance behind us to see if the other partygoers were so entranced with the trio as we were. Some were watching, though the looks on their faces told me that they had seen it all before. Others continued to play the game, touching, licking, and kissing each other according to what those two tiny dice told them.

We needed to get out of here. I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I was losing the little bit of restraint I had. Something was bubbling up inside of me. Passion and need, yes, but something else. Something primal and raw that I've always held back, something I couldn't hold on to much longer.

I looked toward Tara and her friends in time to see Casey's hand grab Tara between the legs, pulling her hips back to meld against her. Tara wasted no time though, she broke from their grasp, only to turn and press herself firmly against Casey. Her bra clad breasts fully exposed as her shirt fell open. Their mouths met in a crushing kiss and again I heard the blonde chuckle before I saw her move. She laced her fingers into both girls' hair before they broke from their kiss and kissed her, first one then the other. Before I had a chance to tell Will to go, tell her I wanted out now, the woman with the braids jumped off the counter, leaving her companion behind. She swiftly made it over to the trio and adding her lips, hands, and body to the mix. They four of them kissed each other in searing passion. I watched, mesmerized once again as the blonde's tank top was pulled off right there in the damn kitchen. Chocolate brown on creamy white as the girl from the counter immediately went to licking and sucking on the blonde's breasts while Casey backed Tara against the island, kissing and lapping down her neck and exposed chest. Tara's hands found Casey's breasts and squeezed them mercilessly, she in turn cupped Tara's sex once again, causing her to throw her head back and arch into the touch.

I was caught there at the sight of seeing Casey flex her hand against Tara's sex, causing my own to jump in angry need.

I caught sight of Tara's face, lolled back, facing us. Her mouth was open as if she were panting, her tongue darting out over her swollen bottom lip. Her eyes were half-lidded but open. She was staring right at us

The four women were in the middle of the dining area, yet I felt we had been caught doing something wrong. Tara didn't say anything, didn't even blush, simply kept her steady gaze on me and Willow while the other women kept up their heated ministrations.

I couldn't take it any more. The look of lost lust Tara had in her eyes sent my body reeling. She was inviting us, without words, without a gesture, without anything other than the open display of passion the four women in front of us were showing, we were invited. I needed it. I needed touch and motion. My body was buzzing and aching, screaming to have what was being offered. Willow's hands on my body told me she felt something to, needed something.

I grabbed Willow's hand, harsher than I ever remembered doing before and turned her to look at me. She was practically panting with desire. She wore her arousal openly. The rise and fall of her chest, the steady rocking in her step, the barely visible sheen of perspiration on her brow, even the way her bottom lip had this slight quiver to it. She was begging me with her eyes. Begging me to take her.

"I need you. NOW!" I growled, pulling her behind me past the four women we had been watching, mesmerized for God knows how long.

I was embarrassed to be watching them, but I couldn't turn away, couldn't deny the ache building between my legs, or the raw lust bouncing off of Tara and the other two. I couldn't believe this was my Tara. Okay, not mine, but I had no idea. She could get really wild when it came to sex and never backed down from a challenge to try something new. But this, this was something I never, could never imagine.

I knew how her body worked, knew what set her off, what made her quiver like jell-o in my hands and from the way these women were touching her, they had found that out too. This wasn't something new to her, I could tell by the look on her face, the soft moans emanating from her mouth, the response in her hips, and the white knuckled grips she had that she was comfortable with them, hell, she was comfortable with everything.

Buffy's body tightened against mine and I knew by the way she was clenching her jaw muscles that she was having trouble restraining herself. The lust danced in her eyes and I could feel her muscles rippling under the soft skin my fingers spread over. I was right there with her, a deep, hurtful ache slicing through me, sending my sex jumping on its own. I wanted her inside me. Her, someone, something inside me, pounding me. Something was in the air, something electric that made my skin tingle, and my hair stand up. The music throbbed around us, inside us, throbbed against my sex, my heat, my need. Throbbing.

I was aware of everything pulsating, peaking and dropping back down, sliding in and out. Casey's hand on Tara's sex, flexing, squeezing. The blonde's bare chest rising and falling creating contrast with creamy brown as the other woman's tongue lapped at the erect flesh. I watched Tara's face shift and change in pleasured motion, her tongue darting in and out between swollen lips.

"Shit." I jumped when I realized she was staring at Buffy an me. No surprise, no embarrassment or anger. She simply continued to enjoy her heated passion while staring right at us.

I felt trapped, I wanted to flee in embarrassment for being caught spying. But we were in the middle of someone's living room I hadn't even met before and my ex-girlfriend was starting the fast descent into having sex with four other women in the middle of kitchen! I wanted to grab Buffy and get out, get out quick before I interpreted that look in Tara's eyes and fell for it, let myself be invited in. I wanted nothing more than to have sex at that very second, deep, penetrating sex. I felt like my brain had been reduced to one lonely cell, and that cell was screaming sex, sex, sex!

That's when I felt the biting pain in my hand and was turned suddenly toward Buffy. She looked at me with this hunger I'd never seen, yet had been searching for in the previous week's sexcapades. I parted my mouth to say something, but no words came. I looked at her and begged silently for her to take me, for her to bend me to her will, shape me and mold me against her body.

"I need you. NOW!" She growled. Her tone and the raw passion in her eyes created in me a vibration, shaking my entire body out of its dazed and confused trance and before I knew it we were in the hallway, leaving Tara and her women behind.

Buffy flung the first door we came to open and roughly pulled me inside. She had never been so rough before but it wasn't scary or alarming, I loved every single second of it. Slamming the door closed she pushed me to the bed, ignoring the several small stacks of boxes laid out on the floor. She guided us through the maze easily, taking off her shirt in the process.

It must have been the spare room because although the bed was made with a cream colored set of sheets and blanket, everything else was in disarray, stacked haphazardly around the room, covering the floor and the one long dresser.

She flung me on the bed and I scrambled to get higher while at the same time, kicking off my shoes and undoing my pants. Our actions were fast and heated, the need to be rid of clothes at that moment seemed more important than water. Buffy grabbed my pants and panties, tugging them down my legs where they dropped with a quiet thud on the floor. She quickly got out of her boots and I thanked any deity that would listen that they weren't lace up. I threw my shirt off the side of the bed and quickly unhooked my bra as I watched her yank her leather pants off. Her bra hit the floor the second before she lunged at me, our bodies crashing together in urgency.

I felt her hands, her mouth, and her teeth all over my body, seeming to devour me at once. I arched up into her touch, my fingernails tracing bright red lines across her flesh. I was soaked, my juices seeping out and running down toward the cotton comforter below. I felt her teeth on my neck, digging painfully deep, but I didn't care, I was practically pumping my hips against her sex where she lay between my legs. I wrapped my legs around her, holding her as tight as possible as I forced my wet sex against her, forced friction against the deep throbbing ache that was my whole body. She put her hands on my hips and brought me closer, humping me without her hands or thighs, humping me with her sex only and then it happened. That first burst of release surging out through my center as I bucked my hips against her and I heard her growl in my ear as she rode out the first of her orgasm. We rocked together in heated need until the quick waves passed. But it wasn't enough, would never be enough for the passion we found between us.

She grabbed me around my waist and flipped me face down on the bed. I wanted her though, I wanted to hold her and touch her and never let her go. I felt her forearm on my back and her legs spreading mine. She slapped my ass. Hard. I fell forward slightly in pain, but I wanted more. I'd always want more.

She hit me again, her small open palm flat against my skin, and the delicious sensation that it caused only made my hips move on their own. I was open, stretched wide for her, but empty, absent without her touch.

Wasting no more time, her fingers found my wet folds, opened them, and slid in. She pinched my clit and I jerked up against her restraining arm. There was no need to build up the desire, to tease with promises; we were already there, already riding on the edge of promised pleasure.

She entered me with her fingers. Three, right away. Sliding them in and out of my dripping pussy, our panting and the click of my wet sex against her hand the only sounds in the room, the only sounds aside from the deep throbbing of the bass on the other side of the wall. Gone again, her hand slid out, slid down to circle the tight swollen and needy jumble of nerves that begged for attention. Quick and rough her fingers moved against me until she slid her fingers against the opening of my sex again. And waited. I squirmed against her, trying to capture her hand, trying to pull her inside. I heard her heavy breathing and felt the rhythm her body made against mine. Her other hand scratched lines up my back until she gripped my shoulder. I turned my head and licked the fingers there while I pressed with all my might against her torturous hand.

She entered me again, slid her fingers in as far as they'd go, stretching me wider than before, opening me up to her and filling me whole. I felt myself ballooning out, expanded past her fingers, silently begging for more. She began a steady thrust, rotating her hand slightly as she pulled away before pushing back into me harder with every thrust.

Almost viciously she thrust into me, fucked me deep and raw into the mattress. I met her thrusts with almost as much ferocity; with a need so deep I craved nothing else. I rode her fingers, pushing back on her hand as I moved my knees farther apart along the smooth comforter and lowered my hips, dipping my body down and back up with her thrusts.

Without a word I felt the last of her hand slip deeper inside, past the ring of muscle that offered no resistance, only begged and pleaded for more. She was inside me, held me and had power over me. I was all cunt and Buffy was filling me with her fist, with her passion and strength and I wanted nothing more than to devour her.

My head hung low with my hair in my face as I gripped the bedding, pushing and pulling myself against her harder and faster as I felt the swell of orgasm rise up inside me. Rode it on the edge as I felt the pace of her hand quicken, pounding into my sex yet hardly moving more than an inch back and forth.

"Don't… Fucking… Stop!" I demanded, our bodies in constant motion as the sweat ran down between my breasts.

She moved her hand from off my shoulder and reached down between my legs. She slid her fingers across my slick folds, capturing my clit between her fingers where she proceeded to rub and roll it. And then her hands became me and I was nothing but feeling, nothing but fat pulsing waves of pleasure as the bright Crayola colored patterns of my orgasm shot up and through me, spread over me like a blanket of pure energy.

"Oh!!! Fuck!!" I screamed, arching back and into the powerful waves that rocked me to my very core.

My entire body jerked with the shear sexual current that coursed through me, reached Buffy, and came back again. I gasped and shook and bit down on my lip trying to comprehend the intense sensations that rippled through me as if I had been somehow plugged into an electrical outlet and was drawing on the power it provided. There was no room for thought, no room for understanding or words. Nothing but the intense sensations that rocked through my body, bringing tears to my eyes, and the weight of Buffy on top of me, inside me; nothing but us existed.

When the sensations finally ebbed, I felt her hand slowly slide out, leaving me empty once again. Another time, another place, and I would have wanted to slumber in my post coital bliss. Buffy's soft moans and movement against me snapped me out of my haze however, and I knew there was no way I could leave her in such a state for much longer.

Quickly, I flipped myself over and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her toward me until our lips met in a crushing kiss. Immediately she began to slide her sex along my thigh in tight short strokes. She was already so close, waiting for that final push over the edge. Slipping my tongue past her parted lips, where she sucked greedily on it, I brought my knee up, giving her leverage against which to thrust harder. She broke from the kiss, though her mouth was never far from my face as she arched her back and rode my thigh. I could feel her wetness spread across my thigh and the thought of that rich musk on my body created renewed down low tingles of desire.

"Yesss!" She hissed against my ear before bringing her head down onto my shoulder while she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her hips bucking against my thigh.

I waited patiently for her to slow, to come down from the urgency that had welled up inside her in the short time since her last orgasm. I left a trail of kisses along her shoulder before scraping my teeth over her ear. She slid lower on my leg, groaning, trying to convey that she needed more.

She jumped off of me and rolled over with a huge grin on her face. I suppressed my giggle, climbing on top of her and looking in her eyes. I saw nothing but pure desire there and I knew it was all for me. I watched her lick her lips before ducking my head down to dip my own tongue between her lips. Her tongue met mine and slowly they tangled inside her mouth.

Her hands gripped my butt; digging her nails in and I felt the flush of her lust wash over me once more. I broke from the kiss and moved down, wiggling out of her hold as I let my tongue wander over her nipples and between her breasts. I kneaded the soft flesh in my hands as I grazed the stiff dusky peaks with my tongue. She put her hand on my shoulder and gently urged me lower. I grinned around the nipple I currently had between my teeth before giving it one last flick with my tongue and moved on.

I left soft kisses along her stomach and swirled my tongue around her belly button before tracing a wet line to her trimmed mound. Her scent was intoxicating, a rich, musky elixir with something deeper, something stronger behind it. I wanted to drink every last ounce of her. Lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue until she came, bucking against my face, until she screamed my name in ecstasy.

Her body hummed in anticipation as I moved my lips over the walls of her sex, barely touching them. She was covered in her own wetness, shiny even on her thighs from where she had brought herself to orgasm. She tried to reach my mouth by raising her hips, but I only moved further back.

"Please Willow… don't tease." She groaned, moving her hips around and spreading her legs wider.

"Tell me what you want." I told her. My voice was firm and demanding. I was the one in control now. Regardless of her strength or her slaying abilities, she needed me and I held the power.

"Oh… God…" She moaned, continuing to squirm below me. "Lick me… suck my cl-oooh!!"

I plunged my tongue in between her swollen and slick outer lips, finding the engorged knot that needed my attention right away. She arched off the bed, forcing herself against my mouth. In long, agonizing strokes, I lapped at her sex, bringing my tongue from bottom to top where I'd push her hard nub from side to side before going back down. I was torturing her, and I knew it.

"Willow…" She grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed down on my head while wrapping her legs around me. I felt her heels dig into the soft flesh of my back and I couldn't help but wince.

Finally catching her clit with my lips, I tugged it into my mouth and began a steady massage with my lips while flicking the exposed head with my tongue. A low throaty moan began to emerge from Buffy's lips as I worked her with my mouth. I slid two fingers into her, receiving only cries of affirmation. I slid them in as far as they'd go then slid them out almost the entire way. Releasing her clit momentarily, I licked down toward my fingers, putting pressure on the area just above her entrance as I slid three fingers in deeply. She pushed against my hand, her heels heavy on my back. I didn't mind the slight pain though, as it only added to the passion between us.

With three fingers buried inside her, I began eagerly stroking the walls of her channel and licked in earnest around the tight jumble of nerves just above.

When I felt her enter me I pushed forward, wanting to meet every thrust. Her tongue was working wonders on my swollen sex. We began a rhythm of her pushing and pulling, and her tongue found my clit again, licking in a steady circle around it, building the pressure up, rather than going straight for the kill.

"Oh… yeah…" I moaned, biting down on my lower lip as I continued to move my body against her thrusts and her mouth.

I felt like I was going to melt right into her mouth, my entire body was awake and aware of the pleasure mounting in my center. I threw my free hand back and gripped the headboard as I dropped my legs to either side of Willow's body.

She sucked my clit into her mouth and I thought I'd jump off the bed it felt so good. She thrust her fingers into me deeply and I thrust back, bringing my hips up fast before crashing back down again. In and out her fingers went, harder and faster we met as her teeth and tongue extracted my orgasm and then I was bucking, bucking hard against her face as the flood-like waves struck me.

A rush of ripples tore its way out from my center and crashed through my entire body, seeming to stop my heart for a brief moment before moving on. I dug my fingernails into the wood of the headboard, scratching the surface as I continued to lift off and fall back to the bed as my juices flowed out of me and onto Willow's hand, onto the bed beneath. If I could have opened my eyes I know I would've seen stars.

I felt her mouth move off my clit, but her fingers continued in their thrust, only she slowed, seeming to wonder at the new amount of wetness in her palm. I relaxed my legs against the bed, basking in the post pleasure and anticipating the next wave at the same time. I opened my eyes to see her moving up my body, though her hand stayed in place, inside me.

Her mouth found mine and I sucked my taste off her tongue, wrapping my arms around her slim body and bringing my leg up to cup the juncture between her thighs. She moaned against my mouth before bringing her thumb back to my sensitive nub and slowly circling it.

She slid her fingers in and out slowly and circled my highly sensitive clit. She moved her hips, starting a slow ride against my thigh. I cupped her breast, grazing my thumb over the stiff peak on top, eliciting soft cries for more. Pinching the erect flesh between my fingers, I moved my leg up and down slightly, meeting her movement as if bouncing her.

"I want… to… together." She panted against my cheek, her hair hanging in my face as I lifted and moved her entire body with just my leg.

With her fingers sliding up and over my slick clit and her sex smearing her juices along my leg in short back and forth strokes, we deepened the kiss, searching and tasting, our bodies fully connected not only by the physical, but by the trapped power that we had released into the room. It swirled around and between us, engulfing. We were lost to anything other than each other.

"I love you." She said, breaking the kiss, her hips moving at a faster pace, as were her fingers.

"A-are you… close?" She asked leaning further into my body dragging her sex down short and hard.

I felt my orgasm grow and expand in my belly but I held on, wanting to hold out for Willow, wanting to orgasm with her.

Thankfully, she backed off focusing her attention to the area just below, rather than right on my hard nub. It kept me right on the edge and if I hadn't wanted to wait for her, would have frustrated the hell out of me.

She was close, I could tell by the tension in her body. She resumed her ministrations on my clit, quickly circling around and down.

"B-Buffy!" She screamed my name just as a hard shot of pure pleasure sliced straight threw me.

I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her back and shoulder and bucked against her hand in short jerks. She sunk her teeth into my shoulder, moving atop me, riding out her own orgasm.

Willow collapsed on top of me as I moved my leg back flat against the bed. She trailed her wet fingers across my hip, resting her hand at my waist and buried her head in the crook of my neck. We were quiet, though breathing hard against each other's slick bodies. I could feel her heart beating against mine and knew it beat for me.

"I love you." She whispered, moving her head up to kiss my cheek before resting it again on my shoulder.

"I know…" I kissed the top of her hand and traced my fingers up her spine. "I love you to."

She groaned, rolling off me to lie on her back, throwing her arm above her head.

"Oh don't you start Slayer." She put her hand over mine before I got any lower than her naval. "I couldn't right now even if I wanted to."

"Very." She leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips. "Buffy, you do realize we've had sex three times today, don't you?"

I never counted, I just knew I wanted her; I always wanted her and could never get enough. I found a new thrill with every inch of her body; even her fingertips turned me on. Maybe I was just making up for years of lust, or maybe I just loved her so much that I simply didn't know how else to show her but to make love to her with all my passion, all my fire, with every once of my strength, pouring my soul into her. We fit so well together, were so attuned to each other's needs and desires that every touch and caress, every ripple of pleasure, felt natural, felt like it was always meant to be that way.

"Well…" I started, poking out my bottom lip. "You're just so… irresistible."

"And you're a charmer." She smiled, closing her eyes. "But I'm exhausted Slayer… at least give me a few minutes to catch up." She giggled.

I smiled and ducked my head down, kissing her shoulder and neck before resting my head there, luxuriating in the warmth and smell of my Willow and our lovemaking.

I knew we were being watched, it was this sense I had. Not that there were other people in the apartment, that was a given, but that specifically they were watching. I didn't care. I liked it, craved it even. I never realized how much of a thrill exhibitionism could be until I started sleeping with Casey and Claire. Who would've guessed shy, mousy Tara could do such things? When I was with them though, I wanted nothing else than to just let go and feel free. Free to act, to feel, to experience it all.

Casey cupped my sex, flexing her hand, and I arched into her touch as I mercilessly kneaded her breasts and tugged on her nipples. I moved my hips in tiny circles, the need in me becoming almost unbearable. I was ready for her, I could feel my wetness seeping out, staining my panties against the pressure of her hand while her mouth and tongue left warm, wet trails of desire across my chest and up and down my neck. I felt the edge of the counter press into my lower back and had a vision of myself bent over it with Casey working my sex from behind.

I bit down on my lower lip against the rising tension in my loins, turning my head to the side. I knew if Casey kept it up much longer I was going to orgasm against her hand with the rough material of my pants and underwear between us.

When I opened my eyes, Willow and Buffy were staring, wide-eyed with lust at our little display. I recognized that look on Willow's face; she was extremely aroused and practically panting. Buffy didn't look any better; I thought she might jump Willow right there. Or, join in all the fun, which was my secret fantasy all along. I looked at them, riding the edge of pleasure as Casey's mouth greedily sucked on my pulse point.

The sexual energy that was bouncing around the room was overwhelming, invading my every pour with wanton need. I was sure that it was affecting them as well. Willow's hands were all over Buffy, her eyes dark with desire, while Buffy's natural light features took on a feral appearance. She looked like a wild animal about to attack.

When Willow's eyes finally met mine, she jerked back and hissed. I don't know if she cursed, or what, but whatever she said, it got Buffy's attention. Her eyes snapped up and met mine. I didn't even blink, meeting her stare with my own lust filled gaze. I wanted Casey. I wanted Claire, Shell, and Andi. Buffy though, I had wanted her for far too long. With all my self-control, I kept my eyes open and continued to stare into Buffy's, stare into those passion filled eyes, silently asking her, inviting her. I watched her clench her jaw muscles and lick her lips. Was she trying to decide? What was it that ran through her head as she silently rocked back and forth staring at Casey and me as I neared release?

Turning suddenly, Buffy grabbed Willow's wrist, pulling her around so that they were facing each other. Casey dug her fingers into my sex, using the seam of my pants against me. I let my head fall forward, resting in the crook of her neck, not able to keep my eyes open any longer. Her hand against my trapped sex was torturing me.

I couldn't take it any longer, I reached up with my hand and grabbed Casey's short purple hair, yanking down on it and pressing my body fully to hers. In return, she pressed us both firmly against the counter and caught my lips with hers, slipping her tongue into my eager mouth. I rocked against her hand, not caring that I couldn't feel her skin; not caring that my wetness was soaked into my panties or that it was smeared about my outer sex like thick cream. I broke the kiss, rested my lips near her ear where she could hear every moan that escaped my lips.

I heard Buffy's voice over the steady throb of the bass and I forced my eyes open just in time to see Buffy drag Willow past the open dining area, toward the bedrooms. My orgasm hit just as I lost sight of red hair, shooting straight up through my center before spreading out in waves over my body. I jerked my hips violently against Casey with the short, rushed surge that shot through me and muffled my affirmations against her shoulder.

I was shaking on weak legs and in desperate need of water as I was having a hard time swallowing the dryness. Even as I tried to ease away from Casey, she pressed on, her hips and abdomen shifting against me.

I glanced over at Claire to see her bare-chested, writhing against Andi's skilled tongue as her hand moved beyond an unzipped fly. Shell watched, her eyes slowly wandering up and then back down Andi and Claire's bodies. She glanced toward me before quickly bringing her gaze back to her girlfriend and Claire. I had no doubt that if we weren't in the kitchen, Shell would've had her hand in her pants. But she wasn't the exhibitionist here, she was solely a voyeur, but I had no doubt that she was ready to move our happy party into the bedroom.

"What, baby? Want to take this to the bedroom then?" She asked, but without waiting for an answer, grabbed my hand and attempted to pull me forward.

"What?" She looked at me questioningly before glancing at her girlfriend's activities.

"I just…" I looked into the living room to see three women I really didn't know making out with each other. Another two sat on the loveseat, talking; one caressed the other's ear. "I need a minute, okay? Just give me a minute."

"Oh…" Her face shifted into a mask of worry. "Oh God, Tara…" She bent down slightly so that we were eye level. "Are you okay? I mean… did I-"

I silenced her with a soft kiss, followed by a warm reassuring smile as I traced her lips with my fingertip.

"Okay." She nodded, the worried expression clearing up, but not totally disappearing.

I turned into the hallway and stopped at the first door, the spare bedroom. Even over the hypnotic thrum of the music, I could hear Willow and Buffy's heated cries. I felt hollow. How else could I explain it? My ex-girlfriend, who'd hurt me more than anyone ever had, and the one other woman I had ever entertained true feelings for, were making love in my friends' spare room, at a party I'd invited them to. I felt left out, though in my brain, I knew that that was stupid. That there was no way they would include me in their love. And it was love. I knew that. I knew she loved Buffy, I'd always known that, just wished I was wrong. Wished Buffy could love me instead. I felt stupid too. For coming onto Buffy when I didn't realize what was going on between them. For coming on to her as if she'd ever even think of being interested in me.

But behind the hollow, left out feelings, behind the embarrassment, and the stupidity I felt, there was a degree of anger. Anger that was quickly building into a jealousy that I never thought I'd ever feel. I didn't want them to be happy. I didn't want their lust, their sounds and smells to fill the room. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to throw open the door and disturb them, cause them to jump out of view in caught shame, kill their mood, and put and end to what sounded like a very passionate session.

Instead of doing any of those however, I walked the few short feet to Shell and Andi's room. Slipping inside quietly, I made my way over to the large wood cabinet in the corner, directly opposite the bed. I pulled the small stool from beside it and sat down in front of the cabinet, opening the folded door. Their computer was set up inside, already running. I wasn't sure if I'd remember how to navigate to what I wanted, but when I tapped on the keyboard and the black screen cleared to a bright one. I knew I wouldn't have to do anything.

There on the monitor was a full view of the spare room. Andi and Shell's obsession with pornography had led them to installing a camera in the extra room and hooked the feed into their computer. Whenever people were expected over, they left the camera on record, in the hopes of capturing some naughty behavior. From the looks of it, Buffy and Willow was going to provide a great time for my friends. A pang of guilt hit me at the thought of them being recorded without them knowing about it. But the jealousy and anger at the entire situation and my luck suppressed any further feelings in the guilt department.

I leaned forward, squinting at the slightly blurry scene before me and watched as Buffy fucked Willow in two of my lovers' spare bedroom.

Willow was on her hands and knees with her head hanging forward, pushing back against Buffy's hand. Holy crap, I'd never seen anything like it. Buffy's entire hand was inside Willow, rocking back and forth against her in a slow but determined effort. Willow had done that to me before, pushing her entire hand inside when I was so wet, so aroused that I thought my entire body was going to vibrate off the bed. But seeing it, really watching someone do that was… intense.

My panties were already soaked with my orgasmic juices, but I was nowhere near satiated. The hard knot of my sex ached with insistence. I watched Buffy and Willow pull and push against each other in a frenzied heat, demanding their releases and my body responded, creating fluid, readying me for stretching fingers and eager mouths. I couldn't take my eyes away from them. Their beautiful bodies moved, synchronized in need and passion until I felt my own body moving in time with their thrusts.

I was rolling my hips back and forth as I sat on the stool, the hard surface coming up against my wet heat, pressing in a flat rhythm. Was this really happening? Was I rubbing myself against a stool in my friends' bedroom, watching the Slayer fist my ex-girlfriend? I couldn't even rationalize what was going on and I didn't want to. I was moving faster with their rhythm, with the steady pulse of the music that continued to play outside the walls of my jealous desire.

Was I even thinking it, did I even care, that my hand moved to my zipper and found its way in? It moved beyond it into the slick folds of my center until my fingers found my clit, until I was rocking against my hand, my lonely self-lover. I was drenched in my own fluids, greedy need cursing me, demanding a faster, rougher pace. I tried to hold out, I tried to keep with the rhythm, to align myself with Buffy and Willow's performance, but there was nothing I could do, no control I had over the hand that would have me.

I rose up slightly; gripping the cabinet with one hand while the other played mercilessly with my sex, sliding up and over the tight jumble of nerves repeatedly until I felt the flaring acknowledgement of connection. The heat rose up quick, spreading like wildfire out of my belly, bursting forth in tiny intense flashes, and leaving me breathless and my heart and clit pounding in recognition.

When I opened my eyes I saw them still fucking, intense like primal forces. And I knew they were. The Slayer and her powerful witch were connecting in the most intimate way, inside and against each other, wanting and needing, taking and having. The tone of their sex spoke elation and love. It was nothing like I'd ever witnessed or experienced.

My hand was still in my pants, lazily stroking my outer lips, keeping the hunger alive, yet not satisfying the deep itch it created.

I turned quickly to find Andi and Shell standing in the doorway. Experience told me that Casey and Claire were not far behind.

The two women grinned, Cheshire Cat-like before moving toward me. I attempted to move my wet, musky hand from my pants but Andi stopped my movement.

"Don't be embarrassed, its okay." She placed her lips on mine and I opened willingly taking her tongue into my mouth.

We kissed at length with her tongue plundering my mouth, my hand in my pants and her hand on mine. She pressed firmly against me so that my fingers slipped back between my wet folds, teasing the hard flesh inside.

Capturing my bottom lip between her teeth briefly before pulling away, Andi ended the kiss and we both looked toward Shell. She was staring at the monitor in open lust, where just moments before I was steeped in jealous want for the scene that played out before me.

Shelley nodded with her mouth slightly parted. She ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip and I felt a spark of arousal re-ignite deep down.

"See Tara, no worries." Andi ran her hand along my neck and through my hair. "Shell does it all the time." She giggled and dropped a kiss on my nose before turning to Shell.

I slowly took my hand out of my pants, feeling the cool air hit the hot heat that coated it. My fingers were sticky with my arousal and I was almost tempted to lick them, feeling dirty and needy, wanting to play the whore to my friends.

Andi unbuttoned Shell's shirt, sucking on the soft flesh of her neck as her fingers worked quickly to disappear the offending material. Next came Shell's black satin bra, breathlessly to the floor and Andi never stopped her hungry mouth from devouring the perfumed skin of her lover. I watched them, pulling in air deep and steady, like the ache in my sex.

Case and Clair entered then, kissing hungrily, and groping at half naked flesh. The door barely slammed behind them before they were on the bed, Claire straddling Case. This was it, no turning back even if I wanted to. I couldn't, my body wouldn't let me. Buzzing with nothing less than out write lust for sex, I stood and slipped my clothes off, simply letting each article fall the floor until I stood nude in the yellow light of the lamps with the curls between my legs glistening and my chest rising and falling. I was a silent plea for pleasure, standing out beyond two coupled forms; a fifth invited, but not yet let in.

I watched as Andi kissed her way down Shell's stomach, freeing her of the rest of her clothes. Shell's eyes, though heavy with want, never left the computer screen and the deep fucking that Buffy and Willow were engaged in. I couldn't watch it any longer though, not now that my jealous heat had subsided, taken over instead by the familiar knowledge of what was to come with these four beautiful women and their game.

When I heard Claire clearly call my name, I didn't even hesitate, simply walked the few steps to the bed and lay down beside Case, knowing what was expected of me. I would play their game, indulge in their fantasies, make my body their living doll to fuck and suck as they pleased. It wasn't always like this, this giving up of power, this handing myself over, or this thought of myself as the whore behind the saintly mask. I craved it though, like milk to a baby, my entire body craved their rough touches and their animal heat.

I felt the rope wrap around my wrists before I saw Claire move. Felt the rough push against my thighs, spreading my legs wide. The blindfold was wrapped around my head and I heard Andi's whispers for Shell to watch me, to watch what they do to me. With my eyes closed, and my mouth barely open, I felt a part of me give up and detach from the rest and float almost out of me.

I opened one eye, saw Buffy grinning at me, and promptly closed it again, turning my head and burying my face in the pillow.

Go? Go where? I was perfectly content to let my completely spent body rest, snuggled firmly against my lover's warm strength. Shaking my head a few times, I brought my knee up toward me and buried it snug against her belly.

Own bed? I thought we were in… Oh. Now I remember. Quickly the night came back to me and with it came a quick spike of arousal. I thought my body was too tired, too spent for such desire. It was dim and half hidden, but there all the same.

Buffy traced her fingers along my bare side, from my knee at her belly to my shoulder, down my neck to my chin where she cupped it gently and brought her lips to mine. Softly we kissed, basking in our quiet intimacy.

When she broke the kiss I looked in her eyes, smiling because I had nothing better to do than admire her.

"Nothing. I just like looking at you." I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek.

She pulled me toward her and I let my leg straighten back out so that I could be flush with her body.

"I love you always." I told her with my eyes closed and my voice low. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"Not a problem, I think I kind of wore you out." She tried to suppress a snicker and I pinched her butt.

"Hey!" She laughed, grabbing my hand and moving it to her lips where she kissed my palm.

"Not all of us have super sexy slayer strength, ya know." I feigned a pout but she didn't buy it.

"No, its one of the gazillion things I love about you." I took my hand from hers and cupped her cheek, catching her eyes again. "You're my world, you know that?"

We wrapped our arms around each other, and I threw my leg over hers, pulling her to me tight, body to body, and heart to heart. Our lips met and we kissed at length, slowly and softly exploring the warm wet confines of each other's mouths.

She nodded twice before beginning a litany of kisses to my cheek and along my jaw line toward my ear.

"Buffy…" I whined her name softly, though I was smiling and loving her attention.

She sent shivers racing down my spine and I knew that if I didn't stop her and remind her that she wanted to go home, we'd go another round of the Buffy and Willow sex marathon. As much as that thought appealed to me, food and sleep were starting to demand I pay them attention as well.

"Buffy, home remember." I put my hand over her wandering one just as it neared my breast. "Isn't your belly still hungry?"

"Buffy!" I laughed and swatted her shoulder. "Goddess, do you think of anything else?"

Her head popped up and she looked at me inquisitively for a few moments. The minimal moonlight through the cracks in the shade cast pale lines across her skin and I resisted the temptation to trace each and every one with my fingertips. She smiled and ducked her head leaving a row of quick pecks along my shoulder. She rolled over and landed her feet on the floor.

"Okay. So breakfast then?" She moved to find her clothes and I couldn't help but laugh at her sudden attitude change.

"What?" She asked turning back around and examining the bundle of clothes she'd picked up.

"You're just so cute." I pulled my shirt out of her hands and leaned over the side of the bed, searching for my bra.

"The cutest." I hooked the clasp of my bra and set to putting my shirt on. "And don't even pretend like you don't know it."

"Well nothing." I told her. I got up on my knees, leaving my pants beside me on the bed until I could get my hands on my underwear. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, putting my chin on her neck. "How do you manage to do that?" I asked softly in her ear.

"You, who is beautiful. And I love you and I think you should listen to what your girlfriend tells you."

"I know baby." I kissed her temple. "Now get dressed and take me to breakfast." I pulled away, poking her upper arm.

We finished getting dressed in relative silence, eager to get away from the apartment and the guilt that was slowly starting to creep in from having sex in someone else's bed.

I listened for a second, knowing she was right. The steady pounding of the bass was absent and I realized that it had been since I woke up.

I wondered if our hosts had any idea that we were in here. I secretly hoped they didn't, not wanting to explain why we'd been making wild monkey love in their spare room. Though, after their display in the kitchen, something told me they wouldn't be offended.

I opened the door and peaked out. The hallway light was off and I heard no sound from the living room. As far as I could tell, everyone must have gone home, or moved to another apartment.

We stepped out into the hallway cautiously, nervous that someone would see us. I took a step in the direction of the living room when Buffy stopped me with a hand to my arm.

"Hear what?" I cocked my head to the side as if the position would help me hear better.

Buffy took a few tentative steps toward the other bedroom, further down the hallway. Curiosity getting the better of me, I followed her. A few feet closer to the bedroom door and I heard it clear as day. Moaning. A lot of moaning, and from several different people.

I glanced at Buffy and in the dark, could just barely outline a wide grin on her face. I felt my own lips form a grin and the familiar tingles start to stir again.

"You don't think…?" I glanced at the door that I could imagine swelling and receding with every moan, with every ounce of energy expended.

We heard something I never thought I'd hear again. The loud snap of something leather on skin. It didn't sound like a whip, maybe a belt instead. After each loud slap there was a deep guttural moan, any louder and it could have been a scream, though I wondered if the woman receiving the punishment wasn't gagged. There came a set of three, quick and sharp, followed by a torturous groan that made my heart skip a beat before picking up pace as I realized whom I was overhearing.

We both looked at the door, our bodies barely touching but I could feel Buffy's heat, it raised the hair on my arms and caused me to shiver. I reached out and touched the cool surface of the door, palm flat. There was something very erotic about being right outside the door where human bodies were writhing and dancing to time's oldest form of pleasure. Where one of those women was submitting to the pleasure so few admitted to finding in pain. I actually had to hold myself back from opening the door and looking in.

Buffy put her hand on mine, it was warm and strong, and I remembered it being inside me just a short while ago, twisting and pushing into me deeper until I swallowed it, until I was impaled with only her forearm visible. Everything was about power, I realized, who had it, and who allowed themselves to relinquish it. Some people liked the power, craved it even. While others wanted to let go, needed to be free of their own power.

"I… um…" I swallowed and glanced back toward the door, knowing Tara was in there, knowing it was her voice I heard screaming in ecstasy.

Buffy took my hand away from the door and I followed her silently down the hallway, amazed that she didn't even comment on the sweet sounds of leather hitting flesh.

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