The Spaces In Between 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: Willow deals with hidden desires, Buffy confronts her demons, and in the middle they meet.

I heard shouting downstairs. Buffy was telling someone to get out. Oh God, did she and Willow get into a fight?! I heard a loud crash and I leaped from my bed and shot out into the hall. I came to an abrupt stop at the top of the stairs however when I saw it was Spike and Buffy fighting. It figured. They were always fighting.

"You son of a bitch!" Buffy screamed and leapt towards Spike, picking him up into the air with her bear hands.

Even after everything I've seen her do, I'm still amazed by her strength. Then Spike grabbed Buffy around the neck and it was pretty obvious they were squeezing hard.

I stopped mid-way down when I saw someone moving beside the stairway and realized it was Willow . Willow ! She was hurt. She was holding her head and I could tell there was blood on her hand. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen in fear. What was going on? Did… did Spike do this?

I looked from Willow to my sister and Spike. Buffy had what looked like a table leg in her hand. She raised it towards Spike's chest and said something I couldn't quite make out.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want her to kill Spike, but it was obvious he had hurt Willow , was hurting my sister. What had happened? I thought he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. Oh God… He got his chip out and he came back to kill everyone like he always said he was going to!

"Sorry Spike, but I should have done that a long time ago." Buffy said sadly just before he turned to dust.

"Spike!" I yelled, finally breaking out of my shock and leapt the rest of the way down the stairs, only to have Buffy's tight arms around me. I was crying before I knew it and just couldn't believe that she had staked him.

"Buffy!" I yelled at her, bringing my fists against her chest. "Why'd you do that?!"

"Dawn," She started, with an eerily calm tone, "Willow 's hurt. I think she needs a doctor."

Buffy was beside me in an instant, apparently snapping out of whatever it was that had had her so calm.

"Buff? Yeah… just… I-I'm a little… everything is spinning… ooh… I'm gonna be sick."

Buffy took Willow's hand away and I grimaced at the amount of blood on her fingers. I had always heard that head wounds bled the most. Poor Willow was always getting her head hurt.

"Is she gonna be alright?!" I felt the hysteria building up in me. Control, had to keep cool.

"I-I'll be okay Buffy, really." Willow told her, trying to sit herself up. It was pretty obvious though that she was still too dizzy to sit up all the way.

"911 operator, what is your emergency?" An older man's voice came from the other line.

"Uh… yeah… she's awake, but dizzy. My sister said she thought someone should check it out."

"Okay, we have you in the system. An ambulance will be there shortly. Just make your friend as comfortable as possible, but try not to move her head too much, just in case."

I made my way back to Willow and Buffy. They were exactly as I left them. Buffy was kneeling beside Willow, holding her hand and whispering to her. The only words I caught were Buffy's "I love you." I smiled, knowing they must have been down here talking. I guess maybe my talk with Willow earlier did do some good. Yay me!

I looked down at the small pile of dust that used to be Spike, someone I trusted with my life. I didn't want to cry. I knew that he was supposed to be this big bad evil vampire and had tried to kill us and if it hadn't been for the chip would continue to try until Buffy or one of the others staked him, but… But he was my friend, and harmless with the chip, and he protected me, talked to me, and most of the time he didn't treat me like a kid.

My voice was weak from trying to swallow the lump in my throat. She looked at me and I think she must have seen how upset I was because she jumped to her feet pulled me into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and kissed me on the cheek, before letting me go and moving back to Willow.

"What… What do we tell them happened? I mean… It looks like someone threw her…"

"I know you will… but as many times as you've gotten knocked around I'd just feel better having you checked out. Is that all right?"

"Buffy… the guy on the phone told me to not let her move her head too much… just in case…"

"Well you heard the doctor Will…" Buffy said grinning at me. "Lets just wait on the ambulance, okay?"

I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the broom and dustpan. Sweeping up my friend. Not something I ever thought I'd be doing before.

I swept the little pile of dust up into the dustpan and just stared at it. I wanted to keep him. Put him in a jar and keep him in my room. I figured Buffy would have a cow though. Probably several. Maybe she would let me bury him, or, or take him back to his crypt at least.

I heard the ambulance siren and thought I could ask her later; I would just keep the ashes in a safe place for now.

"Ex-boyfriend knocked you around, okay Will?" Buffy asked Willow, who nodded with a half grin.

Buffy leaned over Willow and kissed her on the cheek. She glanced over at me to see if I had seen her. I smiled. It was such a sweet moment. I hoped they worked everything out and it was going to be ok. I really liked Tara, but what Willow said earlier did make sense. I just hoped they could work out their differences as well and stayed friends.

I nodded and took Spike back into the kitchen with me, as the paramedics came in and went to work on Willow. I felt so stupid carrying this dustpan with a pile of vampire dust around. I needed to find a container to keep him in.

I dialed Giles' number, hoping he was still up. Waking him during sleep always resulted in very grumpy.

"…Good grief… Hello?" Came his grumpy, 'I was asleep and haven't had any tea yet' voice.

"Giles!" I shouted, getting his attention. "We're fine, Willow's hurt, but not bad…"

I finished telling him what happened, or everything that I knew had happened. I still wasn't sure exactly what happened and I was definitely going to question Buffy and Willow about it. I was tired of being left in the dark.

Giles gave me a lot of 'Good Lords' and asked questions I couldn't answer. I assured him that apart from Willow's injury, we were fine and just ready to go back to bed. He told me to let Buffy and Willow know that if he was needed to not hesitate to call and that we needed to meet the next day. Like we weren't already going to go to the magic box to see him.

"Okay Giles, we'll see you tomorrow then." I said after he finally paused to take a breath.

I hung up the phone and shook my head. He sure could talk when you got him going.

I returned to the 'scene of the crime' to see that they had Willow sitting on the couch with a small bandage around her head. One of the guys, who was super cute, was filling out paper work, while the other one was kneeling in front of Willow talking in a soft voice. It sounded like he was explaining some stuff to her. She just nodded slightly, wincing at the pain that she must have still been in.

"Okay then. We're all set here." Said the cute medic. He glanced at me and smiled. I flashed him a big smile and then realized I was in my teddy bear pajamas. DOH!

"Are you sure you don't want to call the police and file charges Miss. Rosenberg?" Asked the second medic as he stood up.

"Oh… um… I-I'm sure." She said, trying to convince him that she really did know what she was talking about.

"Okay then." The cute medic repeated before grabbing his bag. "We need to roll, Gus."

I closed the door behind them and locked it before turning back and looking at the mess made by Willow's fun with tables.

On the couch, Willow was nodding and saying ok to something Buffy was whispering in her ear. I yawned and stretched my arms over my head. I was getting sleepy and figured if we had to meet everyone at the tomorrow I needed to get my much needed rest.

"Just a deep gash, a bump. Nothing major. They said we could have wrapped it and it would have been fine, but glad we thought enough to check anyway." Buffy said, standing up and holding out her hand for Willow.

Willow gripped Buff's hand and stood up, holding her other hand out to steady herself.

"Still a little dizzy… but much, much better. I-I think I don't want to be the one with the head wounds anymore."

"Mmm, me too. Why don't you go back to bed Dawnie. In fact, I think that's where I need to be too."

I made my way up the stairs and down to my room, followed slowly by my sister who was trying to stifle a laugh while helping a cursing Willow up the stairs.

The once piercing pain in my head had subsided to an annoying dull ache, but the room still spun in a merry-go-round fashion that had me craving the comfort of my bed and dark room where I couldn't watch the furniture float.

She cupped my chin in her soft warm hand and urged me to face her. I gave her a lopsided smile and sighed. I still couldn't believe what kind of day we had had. I shouldn't be surprised though, this was so the religion of our lives.

"How you feeling?" She asked me before touching her lips shortly to my forehead.

She shrugged, opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it and didn't respond at all.

"It's ok, Buff." I reassured her. Spike had grown on all of us in some weird way after all, he had helped us out a lot, watched over Dawn, and worked with us. But take away the chip and he would still be that evil vampire who wanted us dead. That thought never escaped me.

Buffy leaned closer to me after glancing at Dawn where she was closing the door after the paramedics.

"Will, I don't want Dawn to know Spike's chip still worked." She began to whisper.

"I just… I know how close she was to him… how much she considered him a friend."

I gave her a smile. I wanted her to know that I understood why she did it. Why, after all this time she finally managed to do what should have been done when he first showed up on Giles' doorstep chipped. But, even I had argued that he was harmless, couldn't defend himself. I cleared my head of all thoughts on Spike. There'd be time enough later to reflect on him. Right now I just wanted to be in my bed, and maybe with a certain blonde Slayer in my arms.

"Just a deep gash, a bump. Nothing major. They said we could have wrapped it and it would have been fine, but glad we thought enough to check anyway." Buffy told her, glancing from me to Dawn.

Buffy stood up and held her hand out to me, offering to help me up. I took it gladly, though I had to hold out my other arm to create balance. The paramedics said I wouldn't be dizzy after I got a few hours of sleep, however, and I was gladly looking forward to it.

"Still a little dizzy… but much, much better. I-I think I don't want to be the one with the head wounds anymore." I quipped glancing between Buffy and Dawn.

"You got it Will, we'll take you off the list for traumatic head wounds first thing in the morning." Responded Buffy.

"Mmm, me too. Why don't you go back to bed Dawnie. In fact, I think that's where I need to be too."

"You're almost there." Responded the Slayer, her muscles rippling with the weight of my frame against her.

"Stupid mother- …Can't believe him… shithead… wouldn't be so damn bad if the room wasn't spinning! Goddamnit… Did that table have to have a marble top?!"

I cursed and growled all the way to my room with Buffy, my love, protector, and savior, trying to not laugh the whole time.

She helped me to the bed; though I was confident I could have managed on my own if I took it slow. But I know her and her Slayer instincts. And being that close to Buffy? Who would give that up?

This was certainly interesting. I saw my jeans and panties from earlier in the day still beside the bed where I had slid them off in a desperate need to…er… scratch an itch. I hoped Buffy hadn't seen them. Generally I was real neat about those things. She didn't seem to notice though, as she was still focused on my feet.

What was so weird about this situation was that on any other occasion she would have helped, no matter if I wanted her to or not. But now the game rules had changed and there was new meaning to everything we did. New rules, or no rules?

"No, no I'm ok. I um…" I looked down at my sweatpants and tee shirt. "Kind of figured I'd just… sleep in this…" I finished tugging on the hem of my tee shirt.

"Good… okay, good. Um. I need to use the bathroom and then… I'll uh… come check on you?"

She walked around to the other side of the bed and entered the bathroom through the enjoining door. Quickly, because I was embarrassed, I leaned over, chancing the dizzy spell and the new twinge of pain in my head, to grab my pants and throw them in the hamper. I slid under the covers and waited for Buffy to return.

I heard the toilet flush, Buffy cough, and the sink running. I even heard the little squeak that the hand towel rack made. When the house was quiet and you paid attention, you could hear everything. That made me think of Tara. We made love every chance we got. Most of the time we would put music on to drawn out the sounds we made, but I think even then Dawn and Buffy probably heard us sometimes we were so loud. I wasn't going to deny it, I was a screamer.

"Penny for your thoughts." I heard Buffy say softly and brought my attention to her.

"Anything you want to talk about?" She asked putting her knee on the bed. I thought she might sit, but she stayed her position.

"Mmm, not now… tomorrow, or next week even…" I shrugged again, smiling. "Nothing important at all." I reassured her with a smile.

"'Kay… I'll uh… see you in the morning… or uh, well I guess, later in the morning…"

Come on, Willow, pipe up. I wanted her to curl up beside me and hold me and make me feel safe and love me. I wanted to feel those strong warm Slayer arms around me, smell her, hear her breathing, and feel her heartbeat.

I watched her walk around to the other side of the room, pausing in the doorway.

She came back to the side of the bed, looking at me with her beautiful soulful eyes, telling me she'd do anything for me. And somehow I knew it was true. I realized that I had always known that, always knew she'd risk her life to save me, always knew that she'd do anything to protect me. It hit me, that if I had looked closer, had any idea of the feelings that mirrored my own in my friend, that I would have seen the desire burning in those eyes, I would have seen how she would also do anything to have me, to please me.

"Stay…" I ducked my eyes briefly before looking at her again and willing her to oblige with my eyes. "Stay here… with me…"

I couldn't help the wide smile and joy that washed over my face, and I couldn't help but wonder if we'd really get any sleep. I had to clear those thought from my mind though, we both needed sleep, and I honestly didn't know if my head could take anything else.

I didn't want to leave her, especially now. I wanted to crawl into her bed and hold her to me tight, protect her from anything else that would try to harm her. I constantly vow to never let her get hurt, but still, somehow, she always does, killing a part of me in the process.

I wondered if she wanted the same thing I did. Which one of us would have the courage to approach the subject? Six years of friendship and there was so much we held from each other, so many things that took forever to tell. Now this.

"'Kay… I'll uh… see you in the morning… or uh, well I guess, later in the morning…" I said, realizing it was already very close to 'morning'.

I slowly walked around the foot of her bed, trying not to look at her through the corner of my eye, trying not to get lost in the fractured sight of her, trying to be strong enough to let her get rest, not to push her, give us both time. I hesitated as I approached the doorway, debating whether or not to just give in and go to her.

I couldn't resist that voice or the gentle plead it carried with it. I was at her bedside at once. I would have been on my knees in front of her if I thought that was what she wanted.

The question left my lips before I had a chance to process it. What if she changed her mind and decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all?

She looked up at me with eyes that spoke volumes of fear and guilt. I don't know if she thought I was going to say no. Maybe she just had the same fears and doubts I had about rushing into things. I knew she was nervous about the whole situation; we had talked about this earlier, before the big fiasco with Spike.

"You had me at stay." I said, almost breathless, aware that my heart had begun to race.

A smile spread across her face, lighting her cheeks in a certain glow that seemed to make my mouth dry. I was lost in her completely. And surely, I always had been, but now, I had permission; I had knowledge and acceptance and I had her.

"Do you mind… um… if I, take off my clothes…? I could… um… it's just that… ya know… slaying… and…" I asked, the unease apparent in my voice. I managed a weak grin.

"Strip." She responded with a grin of her own. "Uh, I-I mean… I didn't mean that… like how it, uh, sounded… like… I meant it…"

I closed the door and moved back around to the other side of the bed where I switched the lamp off.

The room was entirely cloaked in darkness since the window's blinds and curtains were drawn so tight, not even the faintest bit of moonlight could penetrate. My advanced ability to see in the dark kicked in after a few seconds, however, and I could see Willow's pale features and the nervousness just below.

I didn't touch her, not sure what she wanted from me. I lay still, propped up on my elbow, simply looking at her. She was staring straight ahead, in the same position as before.

Maybe staying in the same bed wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it was too soon for us to be this close with this new aspect of our friendship, or relationship. I didn't even know what to classify us as. Or, maybe it was too soon after Tara for her to share this bed with anyone. The image of Tara's fingers stroking my own from earlier flashed into my thoughts for a very brief moment before I was aware that Willow was shifting beside me.

"Yeah?" I asked, focusing totally on her. Anything she wanted I would give her, I decided.

I slid my right arm around her waist and gently pulled her closer, while I slid my left arm around her neck, mindful of her head, and cradled her there in my arms, resting my chin gingerly on her shoulder. She pressed her back against my chest and I was painfully aware of her ass in my lap. How I wished for her to be as bare skinned as I was. I brought my knees up against the back of her legs, spooning her.

"Like this?" I whispered in her ear. I could feel the heat from her body, extremely aware that she must be feeling the heat from mine.

"Mmm hmm… feels so good." She whispered back, wiggling her body tighter against mine.

My hand tightened its grip on her taught stomach and the arousal I felt earlier flared, coming back to life. I let out my breath slowly, telling myself to gain control. This is so not the time to make a move.

But of course, my body did not listen to the logic of my brain and I made a move anyway, bringing my hand down to where her shirt stopped. The white cotton draped over her hip and I fingered the underside as if debating on a new course of action. It wasn't long however, before I slid my hand underneath her shirt and moved it slowly back up to her stomach, resting it on the same spot as before. There was a suddenly sharp intake of breath and Willow's body jerked slightly. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, so I stayed my hand, deciding I would wait for another sign.

When none came, I flattened my palm against her warm smooth skin and brought it up toward me slightly, before sliding it back toward the center of her stomach, only this time, further up her body. Another couple of inches and I would have been able to reach my fingers out to the undersides of her breasts.

She was breathing harder now and I took that as a good sign. I kissed her ear, very lightly, before whispering,

With that, she moved my hand further up, resting it between her breasts. Oh my God, oh my God.

"Uh…" My breathing was ragged, the flood of heat crawling over my entire body from one throbbing core.

She must have sensed my growing apprehension because she gripped my hand tighter, holding me to her.

I let out the ton of air I hadn't noticed I was holding. This was a good thing. We needed to wait, to talk, and figure things out.

But figure what things out? My body was screaming in desire with an aching need that was literally causing a twinge of pain between my bare thighs. I wanted her, worse now than ever before, because she was tangible, someone allowed, someone who wanted the same thing. Her body, her heat against mine was almost unbearable. I knew she felt it too, I could hear her unsteady breathing and feel her heart racing in her chest. My body and mind were feuding, logic and hunger battling for victory.

"G-good… yeah, sleep… sleep is a good thing…" I agreed, trying to cover the need and tension in my voice.

Neither of us spoke for several minutes, curled into each other. I thought she had finally gone to sleep when her breathing returned to normal. Now I can sleep, I thought, regaining control of my own breathing and slowing the thudding in my chest.

"Huh?" I responded, my eyes shooting open. I hadn't even realized I was about to fall asleep. It really had been a long day and I was exhausted, even if I was horny as hell.

"I'm sorry." She said in this soft, almost vulnerable voice that made my heart break.

Did she really think she needed to apologize for wanting to sleep, especially considering the bump on her head, instead of making love?

"I-I told you I wanted to… make love… but… and I know… that you… want to too… but…"

Of course I wanted to make love. Wait. Make love? I didn't just want to make love, I wanted wild monkey love, to do the wacky, swing from chandeliers and run around naked love, growling and tearing the sheets love, I wanted hot sweaty sexy love, kinky love, fire and passion and cuddle love.

"O-okay." She nestled tighter to me before drawing in one last deep breath and welcomed sleep.

I laid my head back on the pillow after giving her a light kiss on the shoulder, and smiled to myself. I love her so much. This is the way it's supposed to be, every night. This is the woman I want to wake up next to every morning. Then and there I decided that if she'd let me do that, then I could wait for as long as she wanted.

I gently slid my hand from her wrist to her elbow, where I shook it gently, trying to wake the sleeping Slayer up.

I smiled, she was so cute. I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

I heard Dawn moving around in her room and was thankful I wouldn't have to wake another Summers sister. They were always stubborn when it came to getting out of bed, especially on a Saturday.

"Buffy…" I tried again, drawing my voice out in what I thought might be a good imitation of stern.

It didn't last however when she curled her nose up, shook her head slightly, and said,

How do I resist that? I resigned myself to let her sleep a few more minutes while I took my shower. Hopefully when I tried again she would be more willing to join the living. I watched her for a few minutes before escaping the tight hold of her arm, lifting myself out of the bed, weary of what protests my head might make. None came but a slight ache though, and I was grateful.

"Oh yeah, didn't need that foot anyway." She responded sarcastically. "S-see I'm okay with one foot."

She giggled, looking back at me before adding, "I-its okay, I guess we both were kind of distracted."

"Yeah…" I looked back toward my room, still trying to convince myself that yes, Buffy was sleeping in my bed, had held me the whole night, and I was feeling extremely frisky.

It would be best for all to let me have my cold shower so I could function the rest of the day.

"Oh well… a dull pain, or… not even pain really… mostly bordering on annoying. It's okay though, it's fine… I'm fine."

"Oh!" Started Dawn, finally putting her foot down. "I almost forgot. Giles said not to bother going to the shop until about 1 because some stuff came up that he has to take care of… whatever that means."

"Ohh, grr." I leaned against the doorframe, wrapping myself up in my arms. "I so could have slept longer."

"Uh, sorry. Guess I should've told you earlier… Oh! Oh, but then I would've woke you and you would still be awake… so…"

But snuggle time with Buffy would have been nice. However, snuggle time might have led to something else, and I still wasn't sure if that was something we needed to cross this soon, but God how I wanted her.

Neither of us said anything for a moment and she was about to turn to go back into her room when I kicked myself and thought to ask her about Spike.

She was confused for a moment, then brightened. "Oh yeah, don't worry about it… see?" She took a step toward me. "Good as new."

She thought I was talking about her foot. Maybe this was a good thing. She seemed to be rather cheery.

"Oh, uh… no I-I was… I was talking about… um, a-are you okay about… ya know, last night, a-and… Spike?"

"Oh well, yeah, sure. I-I mean he was a vampire right? A-and he hurt you… so… a-and he was trying to hurt Buffy…"

"No, no really… I mean I liked Spike. He was… he was my friend… but… I mean, I guess I'm okay about it. I know she wouldn't have done it if she had another choice… right?"

"Yeah…" I said, looking down. I didn't think it was right to let Dawn believe Spike's chip didn't work. But I also realized how difficult the whole situation would be if she knew the truth. I just wasn't sure if we were going to tell everyone else the same thing.

"I guess I should shower…" I said, giving her a half smile that I meant to be reassuring, sympathetic even.

It must be her tongue I feel sliding up the inside of my thigh, soft and velvety and oh, it feels so good. Her hands caress my stomach, my sides, my hips, where she tugs lightly, playfully, and I slide my body closer to her. I'm aware that I'm naked and extremely turned on. Where did my clothes go? It doesn't matter because she demands my total focus, my total love and devotion and I give it without will to think, only feel, feel her and her small soft hands, her wet mouth, her body, sliding up on top of mine.

Hey, I was enjoying that tongue! She smiles at me lovingly and whispers something I can't quite make out, but it's okay because somehow my heart understands and skips a beat. I'm lost in the deep depths of her brilliant green eyes and I can't look away, only stare and lick my lips in anticipation of anything and everything that may come.

And then, I'm aware of some sexy rhythm and blues floating around us, something familiar I know I've heard before. I wonder where it came from, but I only hear, not able to pull my eyes away from her.

Now everything I do leads me to something
and everything I want, I get with time
but see, since I've been wanting you
there's nothing I can do,
to get you off my mind tonight…

She kisses me, feather light flutters across my chest and up my neck until she finds my pulse point, which by now is a rapid, demanding thudding through my body, from my ears to my toes, and every inch wants the privilege of her touch, her love. Her teeth, those perfect white stones that accentuate her beautiful smiles, scrape my neck and I can't help the low moan that stretches itself out from my throat to my mouth and into her hair. She nuzzles my neck gently before attacking, catching the skin under my ear in her teeth and running the tip of her tongue over it before sucking it into her mouth. I think my body would jerk off the bed if not for her smooth body outstretched on top of mine. I grip her tightly, holding her close with my arms, as if I ever thought she'd leave.

If beauty's in the eye of the beholder
then you'll wanna be holding me
'cause I'll jump back and kiss myself
R e d h o t hot for you, to see

She shines in the candlelight, which I hadn't noticed before, but still I can't look away from her, I only guess by the flicker of soft yellow hues on her skin. I trail my fingers down her neck and she shivers in response, easing up on my bruising neck, opting instead to kiss my jaw line, my ear. I continue my own inspection, down her shoulder, her arm, her back and side. She giggles, giving up control for only a fraction of a second, before grabbing my hand, raising it above my head, and holding me there. I realize that I would do anything for her. I worship her, every inch of her body, mind, and soul. I'm in love and I don't want to be in control if it feels this good not to be.

Her voice is at my ear again, tickling the inside, making me smile at the closeness, the familiarity that I've never experienced except in dream and fantasy. She asks me what I want, how I want it, where I want it. And I don't say anything in response, merely think what I've been thinking since this began, I'm hers. Whatever you want I want, whatever you need, I need, don't ask me, just take me and show me. She smiles as if she's heard me and I wonder if she really hasn't.

its time you let me be your inspiration
let me move you in a way that moves you most.
'cause see since you've been wanting me
I've become your trinity
you father, son, and damn near holy ghost.
(Blues for Angel)

And then she's moving again, slinking her way down my body, kissing the entire way down. Warm lips and a wet tongue on my nipples, the undersides of my breasts, my stomach, around my bellybutton, the tops of my thighs and I'm in heaven again, washed in the light of her body and sex, drawing out sighs and moans from me with tender fingers and firm kisses. She spreads my legs, and I open freely, my wet center fully exposed for her, inviting her, allowing her total access to my body and I'm sure if she were to sink deep enough, drive hard enough, she'd touch my soul.

I'm moaning and my hips are moving and she's moving above me, between me, inside me and I'm filled with this sense of near completeness as a sweet tension swells and expands from her fingers and mouth up through my stomach, warming and intoxicating until I can hardly see, hardly hear, only feel. Every ounce of my being is drenched and charged in electro-light fuses of wanton desire emanating from the force of her passionate thrusts and grunts and all I can do is hold on to the headboard above, and let her take me over the edge, control me, ride me, fuck me, love me.

But something else is happening, something strange and unwanted, pulling me from her. I'm losing the touch, the light, and that sweet force within begins to dissipate until loneliness takes over and I'm searching for her, faintly aware that I can only hear her soft voice, not see or feel her, because somehow, the bed is melting underneath, melting into darkness, taking me with it until there's nothing left but dim white…

I left the bathroom, wrapped in a light terry cloth towel, still toweling my hair. I heard the muffled voices of cartoon characters and an occasional Dawn giggle from the living room and was once again glad for a chirpy Dawn as opposed to a depressed, scared, and rebellious one. I hoped that we were finally through all that, and from what I had gathered from our conversation the night before, I was confident that Dawn was maturing and would become a strong, independent woman.

Buffy was still asleep, and it didn't surprise me one bit. I decided to let her sleep just a little longer while I got dressed and straightened out the room since we didn't have to meet Giles so soon.

I dressed quickly, stupidly self-conscience that Buffy might wake up and see me naked. Not like she hadn't before, but this was different. This was sexual, intimate. The circumstances had changed, and neither of us could pretend we didn't care or weren't interested, because we both knew better. And okay, sure we both admitted we wanted to do it last night, no doubt about it, I never thought I'd calm down, and I knew by the way she was holding me, shifting around, that she wanted it just as bad as I did, if not worse, but, I was still self-conscience and a little nervous about the whole thing.

I popped a cd on, turning it down a bit from last night's blasting level, and made my rounds with the laundry, notebooks, research, etc. I kept stopping by the side of bed to look at Buffy. Goddess, how beautiful she is. It always surprises me how every time I allow myself a longer, lingering look, how I'm still caught off guard by her beauty. There are just certain aspects that really grab my attention, drawing me in, and if I'm not careful I will become lost there forever. I had really worked hard at protecting myself from discovery, and it occurred to me that she must have too, if what she told me the night before was any indication.

I was thinking about all the good times me and Buffy had spent together over the years. Too many to recount them all of course. Sleepovers, Bronzin' it, fighting the good fight together, sharing a dorm room. Okay so the last part was good except for neither of us really being there, and maybe that whole year wasn't that great. Of course I did meet Tara, but we're not talking about her. She left me, good reasons sure, but she left and now Buffy knows how I feel and she feels the same and Oh Goddess I hope this works.

I was standing at the foot of the bed, watching her sleep and thinking about the past six years, both the good and the bad times, swaying to the music, when I noticed that she was moving in her sleep. Moving her hips and moaning actually. Now what could that mean?

I walked over to the side of the bed and leaned closer to her, curiosity getting the better of me. In her movements, the sheet that previously was wrapped around her had been pushed down to reveal her breasts, straining against the satin of her bra. Her chest was rising and falling, and one hand clutched the sheet at her abdomen while the other was thrown above her head. Her lips were parted only slightly and as I leaned closer, thinking it would be fun to waken her from what ever erotic dream she was most definitely having, with a kiss, I heard her moan something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

That meant she was dreaming about me. Having an obviously very seriously erotic dream, a sexy dream, and a dream about sex with me in it. A dream about sex with me. I was stunned, flattered, even turned on. No, I was very turned on. Buffy Summers, the woman I loved, had loved for approximately six long years, the woman I've lusted over through two other relationships, the woman who's saved my life and been my best friend, the Slayer was dreaming about me, dreaming of having sex with me.

Of course I could have been wrong. She might have been dreaming about some evil demon succubus thingy and maybe she moaned my name because I was in danger and she couldn't get to me and save me like so many times she's had to in the past. Or what if I did something to make the succubus attack Buffy in the first place and she was just moaning my name because she couldn't believe I had gotten us in yet another mess.

I decided that given the state of affairs the night before, especially the turn on of us snuggling so close, that she probably was having a "wet dream" and I wondered just how wet she was. Of course this brought my train of thought around to my own body which was responding rather embarrassingly considering I had started to rub tiny circles on my stomach just where my shirt ended, sending tiny shivers down to my already awake and wet center. I was really hoping to have quelled that since last night, but I found that I was either going to have to take care of the problem myself, which, I had earlier decided I didn't want to do, or, I could jump Buffy and hope I was well received. Choices, choices.

Slowly, I slid the sheet the rest of the way down her body, easing the sheet out of her clenched hand. I marveled at the tanned and toned long legs that greeted me. I followed the lines and curves of her body with my eyes from her cute little toes to her muscled thighs, to the white satin triangle between her legs, over the flat of her stomach, again the swell of her breasts, the curve of her neck, the wet tip of her tongue, barely visible between her parted lips, all the way to the splash of dark blonde on my pillow.

I licked my lips and decided that I would give Buffy more than just a good morning kiss. I closed and locked the door before removing my midriff and jeans. Taking a deep breath, I crawled onto the bed, kissing her belly button softly before carefully straddling her, placing my hands at either side of her head. I smiled down at her, watching her eyes move behind heavy lids.

I leaned down to her ear, extremely aware of the proximity of our bodies, and attempted to rouse her from sleep.

The music moved on in the background and I lowered my body more, pushing my breasts against hers. The sensation stirred a deep ache that caused my breathing to increase and I still couldn't believe she hadn't woken up yet. Apparently her Slayer senses were taking a short break.

I ran the tip of my tongue along the ridge of her outer ear causing her to finally stir.

Instead she eased up on her grip and opened her eyes wider, trying to figure out what was going on no doubt.

She smiled up at me before looking down at our position, and I think finally realizing just where I was, and how close we were.

I lowered my head to her ear again and caught her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, sucking it into my mouth.

"Ohh… um… oh…" She started, but already I felt her give in to the sensation, her hands sliding up to my shoulder, then down my back as I continued sucking, licking, and kissing her ear and neck.

"Willow…" She moaned and I smiled, knowing I wasn't going to get any protests.

"Uh huh… okay." She nodded in agreement before turning her head and bringing her lips to mine.

The kiss was soft and affectionate, only lasting a few seconds before she broke off.

I pulled back in disappointment. I had just known we were going to make love and now she was stopping.

"Oh God, no Will, I do… I do… Believe me I do." She rolled her eyes before continuing. "I um… could I brush my teeth first?"

I was stunned into silence for a minute. Here I was making my move, totally turned on, audibly so, and she wanted to brush her teeth. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" I tried to stifle my laughter. "I-it's just that… you… you want to… brush your teeth!"

"W-well yeah… um…" She was trying to cover her mouth now, fully aware that I was still close to her mouth.

I stopped laughing and just looked at her. I'll admit, her breath wasn't minty fresh this morning, but I didn't care at that point.

"Buffy… nothing about you could gross me out." I told her in total seriousness.

"You're sweet Will, but really… I'd feel much… um, better… and um… I could uh, pee too."

I nodded, remembering many morning sexcapades with Oz or Tara interrupted by the need to pee.

I slid off her, lying beside her with one forearm over my eyes, sighing deeply. After a moment a warm hand on my stomach startled me. I looked over to see Buffy eyeing me with a large smile plastered across her lips.

"You are so beautiful." She looked at me as if for the first time, soaking up every inch of my body with her eyes before meeting mine.

"You are Willow, God…" She continued to run her eyes down the length of my body, her hand stroking my stomach.

She met my eyes again and held them, bringing her hand to my cheek where she caressed lovingly.

"Yes." I said, cutting her off. "I wouldn't have stripped and straddled if I didn't want to." My brows creased, wondering if maybe I had misjudged. "Do… you… not want to?"

"I do. Most definitely. Let me, uh…" She glanced toward the door to the bathroom.

"Well, go on then… hurry it up!" I tried to sound demanding, but I couldn't quiet the giggle that erupted from my throat.

All of a sudden I was a bundle of nerves. The confidence I had when I decided to jump her was nowhere to be seen and I shifted restlessly on my bed, trying to figure out how I should lay. As I was, or under the covers? Seductively or lazily? With my bra and panties on or off?

I was brought out of my nervous shifting by the sound of the water running. She was taking a shower! We were so going to have to talk about this.

I finished brushing my teeth and stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. My hair was messed up pretty bad and I had bags under my eyes. Definitely not attractive, I decided. Plus I was pretty sure that if we were going to make love for the first time, I did not want to be scary-skank.

I ran the water, letting it get very hot and stripped my bra and panties off, tossing them in the hamper in the corner. The water felt good, coming down in a hard spray across my shoulders, neck, and back. I stood there for a few quiet moments, with my head down and my eyes closed, relaxing in the therapeutic heat.

I thought about Willow , about our friendship and the hidden love I had had for her for so very long. I thought about our time spent together, good and bad, just as I had done so many times before. She was my life. Every thing I did, somehow, I did for her, even if I didn't realize it at the time. I lived for her, fought for her, defended her, I had died for her twice, okay so not directly, but in the back of my mind I knew, knew that I had a job to do and it would save Willow. Every thought I had was related to how I felt for her, and I never realized it until our lips met the night before, until we kissed and I felt the spark between us blossom and glow.

Each time I reflected back on the last six years spent with Willow and Xander, I would realize that for all the hell we had been through, for all the apocalypses we thwarted, for all the turmoil we put each other through, I would never want it any other way. They were my life, a part of my family and I loved them with every ounce of my being.

I was alive again, brought back by the woman I loved, by my friends, and I knew I had to fix and put a stop to then tension, the worries, and the unspoken doubts and resentment hiding in the halls between them and me.

Then and there, in the solitude of the hot water and white tiles, I decided that I would live for them, live for Willow , and for me.

I washed my body down with a thick lather of soap, suds sliding down my arms, my legs, my stomach, imagining Willow 's hands doing the same in a few minutes. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I had thought about making love to her for years, but those hows were in no way comparable to actually doing it and I was scared I wouldn't do it right, wouldn't make her feel good, disappoint her.

The more I thought about it, the wetter I got, the more my hands shook, and the more my stomach performed Olympic style flips. How could I be so turned on by the image of her straddling me, looking down at me with obvious lust in her eyes, and still make myself sick with worry and doubt?

"Huh?" I jumped back, almost slipping on the soapy floor of the shower, stunned out of my thoughts by a certain red head peering at me around the curtain.

"I-I-I…" I stammered, not sure what to do and wondering why I was so nervous about her seeing me naked.

I let my arms fall away from my body, and pulled the curtain back slightly. The sight that greeted me sent a pure bolt of electricity straight thru me, stopping my heart before landing directly between my legs.

She was standing in front of me entirely nude and I finally let myself look at her completely, instead of sideways glances while we were changing for gym, in the dorm, at the pool house. I took in every curve, every line, every crease, birthmark, hair, and freckle. I had seen plenty of naked women, in all shapes and sizes and nothing compared to what I saw in front of me. She glowed. She was beautiful. I took in the amused curve of her lips, before moving on to her small breasts with their dusty peaks, stiff and inviting. I ran my eyes down the length of her stomach, noting how a rib stuck out slightly on one side, down to the light red fur of her sex.

I licked my lips and tried to clear my mind enough to speak, but words were nothing I remembered, only outright desire, a deep need clawing at me from inside, aching to get out.

I glanced up at her and saw she was smiling at me. I blushed, realizing how long I must have been staring. I wanted her so bad that I was clutching the shower as if it was my lifeline.

It must have spoken volumes to her though, because she smiled wider than I had seen in quite awhile, before she stepped up to me, putting her finger on my wet lips.

She broke my death grip on the curtain and gestured for me to move over as she stepped into the steady hot stream of water. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close and we just stood like that for a few moments, basking in the water, steam, and heat of our bodies.

I let her stare at me, taking in my body. I wasn't nervous about this anymore. When I realized she was taking a shower and that I would have to wait even longer, my confidence came back and I made the decision that we were going to make love and we were going to enjoy each other, make it work, make us work, and I wanted it at that very moment more than I had at any other time in my life.

I knew she was scared, I saw it in her eyes, sensed it in the tension of her body. I didn't blame her though; I was scared the first time too. With Oz it was nice, I wanted it and he surprised me. Of course the possibility of us dying helped. With Tara it was different. There was no imminent danger to our lives. There was just this connection made through magic that we wanted to explore physically and the sexual tension was already at a desperate level as it was. I was scared to death because I hadn't ever been with a woman, and I hoped I wouldn't disappoint her and it took a lot of coxing on her part to get me to relax and enjoy. Tara was great for that, helping me be more confident with my body, with my sexuality.

I wanted to help Buffy that way. Show her how good it could be, and that she didn't need to be scared, or nervous about it.

I got up and took off my bra and panties, wanting to slide into that hot shower with her, share in the intimacy of our nude bodies against the heat and water.

She must have been really deep in thought because when I pulled back the curtain and peeked in, she didn't even notice me at first. Again, her Slayer senses must have been on hold. I took in the sight of her body and the rivulets of water flowing down her tanned skin. I knew I'd be able to kiss and lick that skin for the rest of my life and die happy.

Good play by Rosenberg ! She almost slipped and fell I scared her so bad. She automatically flung her arms around her, barring my eyes from her most intimate features.

"S-sorry… I just… I thought maybe…" I could get wet with you and sex you up. Yeah, great.

I let the curtain fall and stood there for a moment, wondering if Buffy and I would ever be intimate.

And there she stood, letting me see her naked body while she stared at mine, stared hard. Her mouth was open and she was visibly in awe. I flushed, embarrassed and wowed at the same time. She was really looking at me, taking in every single inch of my body in wonderment. She really wanted what I had and I couldn't help but be a little surprised by that. I never thought of myself as anything very desirable and was always surprised at any attention paid to my body. I am small, have little breasts, and pale skin, what could they possibly find appealing? But Buffy was soaking me up, making love to me with her eyes. I smiled, enjoying the attention and enjoying my own little show as she made no attempt to cover herself this time, the water still sliding over her sexy form.

She licked her lips and then shot a glance at me, blushing a deep red as she realized I was watching her stare at me. She tried to speak, but I stepped forward, putting my index finger to her lips.

Stepping into the hot spray was gratifying in itself. The shower I had taken earlier had been lukewarm if that. I wrapped my arms around Buffy and pulled her close, feeling her relax against me, while the water continued to stream over us. I wanted her to be completely relaxed and at ease with what we were both venturing into. I needed for her to be completely comfortable with me, with our bodies, and with what we both so desperately wanted from each other. She had been hiding her sexuality for a very long time, and I knew all too well how emotional it could get.

"I didn't mean to scare you." I started, "I-I just… I want this so bad, and I want us to be together."

"I-I'm not scared… when I'm with you." She said in all honesty and my heart soared.

I looked at her again, searching her eyes for anything that might help me best navigate.

"W-well… it's just that… ya know, I've never… I mean… I'm not sure if I…"

"Shhh…" I pressed my lips to hers, catching her bottom lip with mine and pulled on it briefly before breaking the kiss.

"You don't have to worry about anything." I told her. "I-I want to make love to you… make you feel good and show you how much I love you. I don't want you to be worried… about anything."

"I know Buffy… I know what you want and I-I know you're nervous… I get that."

I kissed her again, sliding my tongue along her lips until she parted them, inviting me in. Our tongues met, dancing inside her mouth. I brought one hand down to her waist, while I brought the other behind her neck. I stepped forward and putting my foot between hers, I pushed her against the wall. She gave no resistance, only strengthening her hold on me. We kissed long and passionately, breathing through our noses, our tongues chasing each other from her mouth to mine and back again. Teeth pulling on lips, lips sucking on tongues, her mouth to mine, building energy between us, both ends rooted deep in our separate bodies.

I ran my tongue along her outer ear before nibbling with my teeth. At the same time I brought my hand up from her waist and cupped her breast, running my thumb over her erect nipple.

"Yes! God yes!" She moaned, leaning into my kisses, arching into the touch of my fingers on her breast.

I proceeded to kiss and lick my way down her neck. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and index finger firmly and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath, followed immediately by a moan and shutter. She brought her own hand from my shoulder to my side, stopping just short of my breast. I waited patiently, gently caressing her breast and kissing her neck. She inched her fingers closely and needles of anticipation crept over my body. She loved what I was doing to her, but I also felt how nervous she was.

I placed my other hand on hers and gently urged her forward on her quest, letting her cup my left breast. With the approval I gave she followed her instincts and began rubbing her thumb over my nipple, causing me to moan into her neck.

I was practically dripping between my legs now. The heat of the shower combined with the way our naked and wet bodies were sliding against each other was sending tiny waves of energy through me. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the floor of the shower and ride her thigh while I made her come with my fingers. But I needed this to be special, to be good for her and to take my time, letting her decide what she wanted.

I felt her mouth on my neck, her tongue sliding over the wet flesh until she found my pulse point and began to suck, using her teeth, driving me crazy.

I moaned loudly and pushing myself against her, I bit her shoulder, feeling the swell of passion take over just as her other hand confidently found its way to my other breasts. She rolled both of my nipples between her fingers and I reciprocated by doing the same. I tugged, rolled, and squeezed on her nipples, eliciting affirmative moans from lips I again sucked and licked, even scraping my teeth over her tongue. She caught my lips and pulled me into another deep desperate kiss that seemed to go on forever. I could feel the heat rising between us, swirling like the steam in the bathroom.

It was then that I noticed the water wasn't as hot as when I first stepped into the shower and realized that it was actually cooling down some, regardless of the stopped up steam.

She moved quickly across my cheek, leaving butterfly kissing along the way, and clasped onto my earlobe. I didn't want to stop, but I knew that regardless of the states of our bodies, we would freeze if we stayed much longer.

I tapped her on the shoulder, gaining her attention. She pulled back and looked at me and I knew right away that she thought she was doing something wrong.

She paused for a second as if having to translate what I said. A smile crept across her face and she turned back to turn off the water.

I wanted her to know that I definitely didn't want to stop, just didn't want to be cold. I grabbed her head and pulled her into another deep kiss.

She blushed, turning her face from me slightly. I reached back up and turned her to face me again.

"How did you get so… hmm… I'm not sure how to… say it… confident… maybe? I-I mean… sexually… uh… hmm…"

"I-I think I know what you mean… I-I um… let's just say I discovered a part of me that um… well… I-I'm a force to be reckoned with when I'm horny."

We both busted out laughing and she shook her head. I already knew we were going to have lots of fun.

She slid open the shower curtain and we stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom, the remaining steam starting to dissipate as we toweled off, enjoying the view of each others' reddened skin.

Making our way back into the bedroom, I hit repeat on the cd player, and smiled at Buffy. Dawn was downstairs, and even though I was sure she knew we were in here together, I didn't think I wanted her hearing us, especially after her admittance to hearing me and Tara, and I knew all too well how sound seemed to travel in this house.

Buffy had slid into bed quickly, pulling the sheet over her body, the nervous tension flooding her eyes again. I was going to take that tension away though, and make her love every minute of it. Gee, I'm a little freak sometimes, aren't I?

I walked to the bed slowly, letting her trail her eyes over my body again and again. I pulled the sheet back away from her and scanned her body before crawling beside her.

Well don't burden me
with those hypothetic questions in your eyes
and times already stood still
long enough to make you cry
well are you thinking what I think you're thinking
drive me mad
and wet my lips with tear drops
or moisture not so sad…

I couldn't believe how nervous I was again. My sex ached with the burning desire for contact, for Willow 's hands, mouth, her entire body. I was soaked in arousal and anticipation, but the jumble of nerves in my stomach was reaching up into my chest again just the same.

Willow crawled onto the bed and immediately began kissing me, my shoulder, my neck, the valley between my breasts, my stomach. Light kisses carrying with them promises of something more, relaxing me, putting me at ease finally. I closed my eyes and basked in the touch that was Willow . I felt her hand slide up my thigh, followed by her leg as she shifted her weight to lay part of her body on top of me.

I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and brought her face to mine, relishing the sweet taste of her mouth, her tongue as it slid over and fought with mine. I reached up and cupped one breast while I slid my other hand down her back, resting it in the warm small of her back.

As a point of creature comfort
I laid down next to you
unexpecting
unprepared for what you wanna do
and I tried
to keep my wits about me for some time
but when your
fingers
ran across my stomach
thoughts
ran through my mind…

She drug her fingers over my nipples, scraping even and I arched up into the roughness fully aware of the craving boiling under those fingertips, in her body, ready to be unleashed and I wanted it, I wanted and needed every ounce of passion she could pour out of herself and onto me, into me. She swung her leg over mine and pressed her thigh firmly against my sex, causing my juices to seep out and spread against her leg. I felt for sure I'd leave a puddle on the sheets before she even touched me.

I drug my fingernails up over the back of her thigh, gripping her tight ass and pulling her into me, digging my nails in. She licked and sucked my neck; my ear and I kissed her cheek, her forehead, nibbled on her shoulder. I was aching for touch, for contact, for Willow's hands and mouth, greedy with hunger. I pleaded with my whimpers, moans, and the thrust of my hips against her firm thigh.

She kissed up the length of my neck to my chin and the corner of my mouth before working her way back toward my ear. Her hot breath and tongue teased and tickled and I gripped her body tighter, twisted her nipple harder, eliciting a low growl into my ear, creating a circle of lust.

She moved down the length of my body, painfully slow, delivering delightful kisses and bites the entire way, only stopping at my breast where she licked the stiff rose firmly before it was swallowed by her mouth, and then there were teeth and lips and the pulling, biting sensations shooting hot flashes throughout my entire body.

My entire body was humming. It felt like every fiber, every nerve was plugged into one central unit glowing and pulsating at my center.

Her hand tickled and danced its way down my side, my stomach, sweeping and circling, stirring the energy of our sex that was already at a massive level, until her fingers found my fur and caressed lovingly before curving and wrapping it in her fingers, tugging in an almost rhythm with her continued kissing.

All I could do was scrape her back with my fingernails, caress her shoulders, run my hands through that beautiful mane of red hair I fell in love with so long ago.

Her tongue moved across my stomach, circled my bellybutton, and then moved down toward where she was still playfully tugging, only lower, searching, reaching and pressing forward.

I tugged on the small tuft of soft brown curls and slowly brought my tongue down around her bellybutton, down lower until my chin met hair and I could smell her arousal, smell that musky liquid smeared across her cunt by my leg.

I kissed her fur, the tops of her thighs, slid my tongue down the insides and back up again. I slipped one finger in between those glistening swollen lips, catching her thick liquid before bringing it straight up over her engorged nub. I was happily rewarded with an immediate thrust of her hips and a loud approving cry. I took my finger away though and she whimpered from the loss of contact.

Pushing her legs apart, and urging her to raise them slightly, I went back to licking and sucking on the insides of her thighs, coming dangerously close to her begging sex, but never touching it. I knew she wanted it bad, she was practically begging. I wanted her to remember this though, to have it stick out beyond anything else. Not that it was her first time with a woman, or that it was with me, more than that. I wanted her to remember it because of how good I made her feel, I wanted her to remember and always crave it.

I felt her fingers wrapped up in my hair, trying to push me towards the burning throb so close to my mouth already. I reached up and gripped her fingers in my own, bringing her hand back beside her bent leg and with our fingers entwined, held her hand there. Inhaling at length the rich scent emanating from her, I touched the tip of my tongue to the small opening made by the spread of her legs and wiggled it gently, waiting for a reply.

Taking that as a good sign, I plunged my tongue in, sliding it firmly up the length or her pussy and began to go to work on every inch of her, tasting her, drinking her, making love to my best friend with my tongue while her legs rose up slightly, and her hips thrust at my face. I submerged myself in the task of lapping up the Buffy sticky goodness that practically splashed onto my chin as I gorged on her hot sex.

"Oh God Willow!" She shouted and bucked her hips against my face repeatedly, riding out the waves of her orgasm.

Her clit pulsed against my tongue but I kept licking and sucking, pulling it between my teeth and rapidly licking in a circular motion with the tip of my tongue until I felt her shudder violently against me, screaming and gripping my hand so hard I thought she would break the bones. I let go and worked my tongue in slow sweeps down to the opening of her pleasure center.

I looked up at her and saw that she was already glowing with the power of two orgasms swimming through her but I wasn't done with her yet.

Wave after pleasurable wave hit me and moved me, lifted me and electrified me. Her tongue had felt so good, and I knew I'd never had that done so well before. I thought she'd stop, thought she'd get me off and move over for her turn, but she wouldn't let go, held my clit captive in her mouth and before I knew what hit me I was arching up off the bed, gripping her hand and the sheet in my hands as another surge of energy bolted through my body, sending my heart into a death beat as bright Crayola colors ran across my vision before fading into my skin.

I felt myself being stretched, opened wide by tender fingers, while butterfly kisses flapped against my inner thighs once again. And then she slid into me; lifting me back up and thrusting into me slow at first, gaining approval, which I readily gave, meeting her thrusts and crying out. I expelled breath in the form of sound every time she thrust into me.

She brought herself up on her knees, straddled my leg, and grabbed one of my breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers, heightening my pleasure with every tug and squeeze.

I grabbed the headboard above me, picked my hips up and began to thrust down onto her fingers. I was only faintly aware that she was stretching me wider, pushing deeper, and fucking me hard with her fist in a steady pounding. Rocking my body back into the bed. I met her thrust with fervor, riding her fist, my swollen cunt attempting to swallow her entirely.

It was a slow, steady build, but I could feel it, trace its history, plot the course.

"Oh yeah…" I heard Willow moan and I opened my eyes to see her hovering close to me, sweat gleaming on her skin as her arm moved back and forth, her fist rocking inside of me.

I brought my body up, letting her hand fall from my breast to the bed to support her. I wrapped one arm around her back and cupped her cheek with the other, looking directly into her eyes as I felt the surge of energy between us spark and crackle. I claimed her lips with mine, pulling her into a forceful deep kiss and she fucked me harder, reaching deeper inside as I pulled my free leg up around her and brought her closer.

I felt her rubbing against my other leg, sliding her own wetness along my hard thigh and I brought it up, pressing into her, hoping she'd come with me.

The two of us rocking back and forth, her hand inside me, my tongue inside her and both of us feeling, preparing for the oncoming explosion as my legs shook and I moaned louder and louder in her mouth until I just couldn't hold on any longer and was forced to dig my nails into her back, arch up against her and bury my face in her shoulder as the dam broke flooding over her hand, my sex, the sheets and sending streaks of bright current flooding out from my womb to the rest of my body.

I was screaming into her shoulder and coming and shaking, bucking against her and I felt her tense up, as her hips worked against my thigh, bringing herself to orgasm and the knowledge of that brought me over the edge and, coming with her, our hips moving toward each other.

This was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My body wasn't exploding in waves of pleasure as I was used to with every orgasm I'd ever had, instead it seemed to implode, sending those bright bolts of energy up through my body to the very center of my heart. I was being filled and fattened with ecstasy engulfing me from the inside out until it finally shot back out, straight to my fingertips and down to the very bottom of my toes.

I couldn't hold it any longer, the aching had become a searing pain shooting deep into the core of my being and I needed release. I slammed my pussy down on top of her thigh and began riding it, the folds of my sex split and smushed against her hard muscle, trailing my juices along tight skin.

I pushed deep and hard into her, rocking her back and forth with the force of everything inside, my entire hand inside her, reaching deep, wanting to be let in and never leave, clasp onto her soul and live there forever.

She broke off the kiss and dug her nails into my back, bucking against me as her orgasm hit. I pushed my body into her as the muscles of her stretched sex tightened around my hand, pulling and holding me, demanding more. I obliged and continued to fist her, pounding the back of her slick passage, even after I felt her liquid shoot from within, washing over my hand and spreading across the sheet below.

I felt my own orgasm rise and shoot through me, a little one on the scale of greats that I've had but I knew that would change soon enough and this was about release, about alleviating the painful ache, easing the pressure. Besides, this was for her, about giving her something, letting her know I love her, and wanted to make her feel wonderful and fulfilled.

I slowed my thrusts as she rode out her orgasm, feeling her whole body shake and shudder against me, her steady stream of cries becoming moans and finally pants as she slowed and came down from what must have been an extremely powerful orgasm and I wondered briefly if she had ever had one of that magnitude before. It would be good for my ego, after all.

I pulled out of her and lay her back down, wrapping her completely in my arms and legs. She was still trembling, trying to catch her breath and when I pressed my cheek against her breast I could both feel and hear her heart pounding. I kissed her chest, her stomach, her shoulder and cheek, whispering "I love you's" and "I got you's."

I felt like we were in a Hoffman painting, expressing spirit and soul. An image with no shape, no form nor context, or border, merely color, swirls and strokes in sinuous movements. The freedom of expression brought together, melded into a completeness, an art, like our bodies tangled and tied to one another, inside each other, tasting and touching, feeling and wanting and needing and having, finally having. And then, committed by friendship and trust and lust and love. This was us making love, all emotion and feeling, two solids becoming one energy, transferred and shared, bringing us together and keeping us there.

Things went a little strange at the Scooby meeting. Buffy didn't want to tell anyone right away and I could respect that. So we tried to act as normal as possible, but the events of that morning, only a few short hours before the gathering, had us both glowing. Only Dawn knew what was going on and I had forbade her to say anything.

Giles wasn't upset about Spike, except to say that he was a pretty good source of information but that he was sure we'd find another to replace him. Xander started to go off on how happy he was to see him finally dusted and good riddance, but I quieted him shortly after because Dawn had become visibly upset.

The next few days went by great. Buffy and I spent most of our time together, like we used to in the old days. If felt like we were getting to know each other all over again and I loved every minute of it. We talked for hours, snuggled, went for long walks, and of course, made love. She was embarrassed about making love to me at first, claiming she didn't want to disappoint me and wasn't sure of what to do. She sure didn't have anything to worry about. She told me it must have been all those years of fantasizing about me. I love her so much.

We walked into an empty house, carrying a few bags from the grocery store. I put the bags on the counter and immediately wrapped my arms around Buffy, holding her close and kissing her cheek.

"Nothing… I-I just wanted to hold you. I feel like I haven't touched you all day." I pouted.

"Will… we've only been gone a few hours." She said with a grin, shaking her head.

"O-oh… I see, so you can stand not to be close for a few hours… okay… I see how much you love me." I said, hoping to sound pitiful.

It worked. She turned back to me and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me in close and claiming my lips with a deep passionate kiss.

"You know that isn't true." She said after breaking the kiss. "I love to touch you."

"Oh no you don't!" I cried, trying to get away from her. I ran around the corner of the island, only to have her grab my arm.

She came up right behind me and put her arms around me, her hands resting on my stomach.

I swayed, fearing I would falter in my conviction that we would not have sex in the kitchen again. We made a mess and Dawn almost walked in on us the last time.

"N-no!" I cried, breaking from her hold, turning around, and holding out my hand in a 'stop right there' gesture.

She took a few steps toward me and I turned quickly, sprinting through the dining room and into the living room, hoping I could make it up the stairs. It seemed that when Buffy was feeling frisky, anywhere we already were was as good a place as any and usually I would agree. But the last time in the kitchen and the times in the dining room, living room, and on the stairs were near run-ins with Dawn as well as Giles, Xander, and Anya.

I was turned on though, despite my conviction for safer sex and I let her lift me onto the stairs, pulling her on top of me and, plunging my tongue into her mouth. My hand was under her shirt before I was even aware of it and she was pulling my skirt up over my knees.

And because we were trying to have a quickie on the stairs, even after I tried my damnedest to get us upstairs, the doorbell rang and we froze.

She looked down at me, then down at what she was doing. She wiggled her fingers inside my panties and I cried out, slapping at her hands.

She picked herself up and straightened her shirt. Quickly, I threw my skirt back down, straightened my own shirt and ran a trembling hand through my hair. I sat on the stairs as Buffy peeked to see who it was.

She came by every now and then, that wasn't unusual, although mostly we stayed out of each other's way, trying to heal I suppose.

Buffy just stood there and I knew that Tara probably already knew we were in here, so I gestured for her to go ahead and open the door.

Tara looked in and smiled, seeing us both in her line of sight. She looked good, a bright smile already plastered on her face.

I caught Buffy's glare and stuck my tongue out at her before Tara could turn around and catch it.

"You want us… to come?" Asked Buffy, shooting me a look. I wasn't sure what kind of look it was supposed to be, but it was a look none-the-less.

"W-w-well yeah… um… you guys are my friends…" She started, then looked nervous again and hid her face for a few seconds before looking back up at us. "R-right?"

"W-w-well good… I-I mean we haven't… hung out… and I thought… well my friends… um… Claire and Casey… Will, do you remember them?"

"Oh… um, well… Casey's having some… uh… friends over… and said I-I could… w-well if you guys wanted to… to come… guaranteed fun."

"Uh, yeah… sure, why not. It'll be fun… we could use some…" She glanced at me grinned. "…more… fun."

We both offered bright smiles to Tara who smiled back shyly before getting her classic 'something's going on, I just know it' face. I didn't know how to tell her about me and Buffy, not because I thought she hoped to get back together with me. I had gotten over that idea soon after she left. What bothered me was that I knew she had feelings for a certain blonde superwoman and I didn't want to hurt her again.

We talked for a few more minutes, asking her if she wanted to stay for dinner and see Dawn. She declined however, telling us that she had to be somewhere, but to give Dawn her love.

"Oh! I-I forgot… wait Tara … I uh… something you left, that uh… well Dawn had it…"

I went up the stairs, silence following behind me, and down the hall to my room.

I glanced back up the stairs, willing Will to hurry up. Hmm, a willing Will. The image of her legs spread in front of me, my hands playing in her panties as I pressed into her on the stairs, danced across my mind's eye and I had to shake my head to clear those thoughts away.

I felt uncomfortable standing here with Tara all of a sudden. Any other time we would be talking, laughing, even hugging. Since "the night" as we've termed it, I couldn't get the idea of Tara flirting with me off my mind, and the fact that I didn't even know if it was a conscience act or not was making everything harder. And then again, maybe it was just my imagination.

Before I knew what was happening, being lost in lustful thoughts of a moaning Willow , Tara lazily ran her hand up my bare arm and smiled.

I didn't pull my arm away because I was too confused. Anyone else and I would have acted right away, but this was Tara, a friend, Willow 's ex-girlfriend, shy, witchy Tara who hid behind her hair and stuttered. What was going on?

"So… I'm glad you're coming to the party." She said and I noticed she hadn't stuttered once.

"Um… yeah… and Willow too… let's not forget our favorite red-headed uh… friend… Um… yeah, sounds… uh… fun!"

I finally was able to step away, leaving the soft flirt of her fingers on my goose bumped skin.

I swallowed hard and then glanced up the stairs in time to see Willow bounding down them. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Tara take a step back.

"Oh, I was w-w-wondering where that was. Thanks Willow ." She smiled, her shyness springing back into action. I just studied her, trying to figure out what was going on and trying to decide if going to this party would be such a good idea.

"W-well I better go." Tara turned to leave. "Oh and I-I'll call you tomorrow… Casey and I can c-come pick you up."

Tara left through the door and Willow turned to face me, a seductive grin creeping into her features.

I didn't respond though, simply stood there, still trying to figure out what in the world was going on.

I couldn't respond. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if I should tell her what Tara had done, not that it was anything bad. It wasn't like she kissed me, or asked me out when she knew I was dating Willow . Dating Willow , that sounds so good. She didn't even know Willow and I were together. And I really didn't know if there was much of anything for me to tell Willow . I felt nothing for Tara , except of course, for the few times I thought she had looked way hot. But I was in love with Willow , totally and completely and I wanted only her. I had no doubts about that. So then why did I feel so guilty?

"Well, why not Buffy? I-I mean, we never really get to do anything with other people… a-and we haven't really been to a party for like… ever! A-and it was nice of Tara to invite us… I mean… I-I thought…"

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