Eat, Drink, Be Merry by Dafmeister

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse is owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox and a bunch of other people who aren't me (grumble grumble :-)). No infringement of copyright is intended blah blah blah…
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Gospel according to St. Faith, Chapter 3, Verse 14: "Want. Take. Have." But seriously, help yourself; just send me an email so I can preen. If you put in a link or reference to this site, then so much the better.
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Spoilers: Season 4, between Something Blue and Hush.
Author's Note: This is a response to Femslash Challenge #1 from Your Mission http://www.silentobsession.com/ym/.
Dedication: Big thank-you to my friend Leila who beta'd this for me.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

It was a week after the "I Will It So" fiasco, and Willow was still fighting the same battle with her subconscious. The thoughts, feelings and images that had been preying on her mind over the previous days still refused to leave her in peace.

Yeah, right…replied the mocking voice in her head, a voice that sounded disturbingly like Cordelia Chase. That's why you felt sick seeing Buffy kiss Spike.

Meanwhile, prowling through Restfield Cemetery, Buffy was desperately seeking something to kill. The "Lips of Spike" incident had undone months of work. Just when she'd finally got to grips with Angel's departure, Parker had done his thing and re-opened the wound (Buffy's mouth twitched into a brief, involuntary smirk at the memory of clonking "Id-Boy" with a branch.). Then Spike…

The idea of kissing him made bile rush up to her throat, but even Buffy couldn't deny that she missed feeling loved. Even if it was by the wrong person…

Buffy ground to a halt mid-step, before setting off again with even greater resolve in her stride. We've been on one sorta date. It's waaaay to soon to be thinking about Riley in those terms, regardless of sparkage and nice arms…

The thought of nice arms conjured an image, but not the Riley-based one Buffy was expecting. Halloween 1997. Willow, arms folded over her stomach, tottering toward her in stiletto boots, her obvious nervousness only adding to her allure. Bad Buffy!

That thought triggered another memory, her guiltiest when it came to Willow. The night the red-head's vampire alter-ego had showed up, and Buffy's plan to deal with her. It was a good plan; we needed to even up the odds before we went into the Bronze. It had nothing to do with wanting to see "my" Willow in all that leather…

By the time Buffy returned to her room it was past 3am. A long, uneventful patrol had left her craving a hot shower and a few hours sleep. As she stripped off her patrol clothes and collected shower things, Buffy glanced over to the other bed. Willow was lying sprawled (as far as was possible in the narrow bed), one arm on the pillow, the other under the covers, curled over her stomach. The moonlight shone on her pale skin, contrasting it even more than usual with her sleep-rumpled hair.

Suddenly, hours tramping around in the dark seem worthwhile, Buffy thought with a gentle smile as she headed for the showers.

As the door closed, Willow's eyes opened a fraction. Seeing she was alone again, her hand slipped back between her thighs. She had little time, Buffy rarely spent long in the shower at this time of night, but Willow knew that if she didn't do something to take the edge off the ache between her legs she'd never sleep.

Buffy crawled, reluctantly, from her bed shortly before nine the following morning. She glanced around for her friend before noticing the time and remembering. Friday. Will has Ethno-something at 8 on Fridays.

While she was grateful to her friend for letting her sleep, Buffy missed seeing her in the mornings. If anything, she saw less of Willow now than when she'd been sleeping with Oz. Buffy couldn't help feeling that their friendship was weakening. Time to do something about it.

"Non-event. Last few weeks the Hellmouth just doesn't seem to be putting in the hours. I almost went and woke Giles up just so I could pummel Spike a bit."

"Will! Enough apologies, ok? You were in pain and I haven't been the greatest best friend in the world about it." Buffy's eyes dropped briefly, apologies had never come easily to her. "I was wondering…"

"Mom's in Seattle for the weekend at a conference on something, Japanese sculpture I think, so I was thinking we could, maybe, have that girls' night in you suggested last week? Y'know, ice-cream, movies…give us some time to re-connect, away from the whole dorm pressure-cooker thing."

"Sounds great, Buff! Won't Giles want you patrolling though?" As much as Willow wanted some time alone with her friend, she didn't feel right interfering with Buffy's duties.

"If the last couple of weeks are anything to go by, the forces of Darkness have better things to do of a Friday night. I know I do."

Buffy smiled broadly, knowing she needed to rebuild some bridges with Willow. "Great! I draw the line at Steel Magnolias, though. You know if we watch that I'll end up weepy or wanting to kill something. Would you settle for John Cusack?"

8pm saw Buffy and Willow in the kitchen chez Summers, constructing a mountainous ice-cream sundae. Willow, resplendent in her pink cow pajamas, was mixing some Scotch into a bowl of whipped cream. Buffy had initially balked at the PJ idea, but Willow had insisted that if they were going to do the whole girls' night slumber party thing they should do it properly. Buffy was therefore wearing her usual tank top and sweatpants while extracting the stones from cherries.

"Are you sure about the Scotch, Will?" Buffy stared apprehensively at the bottle, still nervous of alcohol after the Cave-Slayer episode.

"Buffy, trust me. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's assemble a killer sundae. There's not enough to get you drunk, it just sharpens the taste and gives you a little buzz." Willow began scooping chocolate and mint-choc-chip ice-cream into a large bowl.

"Is it just me, or does that government agent look awfully like Mr. Trick?" Willow asked. She and Buffy were sitting on the living room floor, leaning against the couch watching Grosse Point Blank with the bowl of ice-cream, Scotchy cream and cherries parked between them.

Buffy's grimaced at the thought, a spoonful of sundae halfway to her lips. "Yeah, he does. Eww. Poor guy." She thrust the spoon into her mouth, as though using the ice-cream to wash away a bad taste. As she did, a trickle of half-melted ice-cream spilled from the spoon onto her tank top where the thin cotton was stretched over her breast.

Without thinking, Willow reached out and scooped up the spill, running her finger lightly over the material. She licked the ice-cream from her finger. Suddenly, she realized what she'd done and froze, cheeks flaring red.

Buffy was similarly stunned, but broke free of it quickly. She was shocked at what her friend had done, and even more so by her response. Willow's touch had focused the vague feeling she'd had for weeks into something more definite, what Faith had referred to as a "down-low tickle". She scooped up some ice-cream and poured it over the same spot. "Do that again."

"Will…" Buffy's voice was almost a growl, carrying a sense of command rarely seen outside her Slaying duties.

Willow reached out a trembling hand and scooped up the ice-cream. Buffy felt her nipples harden for reasons that had nothing to do with coldness. Her hand flashed out and seized Willow's wrist. Lowering her head, she took her friends finger into her mouth and gently sucked it clean. For a moment Buffy was lost, all other senses overwhelmed by the mix of flavors on her tongue: the mint and chocolate of the ice-cream, the richness of the whipped cream, the sharp smoke of the Scotch and, underneath it all, the indescribable flavor of Willow's skin.

Willow let out a faint gasp as Buffy's tongue skated over her fingertip. Glancing up at her friend's face, Buffy saw the emerald eyes darken as the pupils dilated. Something tightened low down in Buffy's body. Abandoning Willow's finger, she leaned over and brushed her lips over the redhead's.

Willow's response was instinctive. Pressing her lips against Buffy's, she reached up with her right hand to caress her friend's cheek, while running her left hand deep into the curtain of golden hair.

Buffy's hands settled on Willow's hips as their lips parted, tongues seeking each other out. One hand slowly trailed up Willow's body, finding her breast and gently cupping the small mound, thumb teasing the hardening peak.

Breaking away from Buffy's mouth, Willow placed a line of brief, gentle kisses along her jaw and down her throat. With half-closed eyes she caught sight of the arc of smooth, silver skin on Buffy's neck, the scar from the bite Angel had given her the previous summer. Willow's tongue flickered out and gently traced the outline of the scar, instantly rewarded by a low, growling moan deep in Buffy's throat.

Buffy's hands, almost of their own accord, reached for the buttons of Willow's top. Willow suddenly broke away, doubt in her eyes.

Terrified that she'd pushed her friend too far, Buffy whispered, "Willow, if you don't want…"

Willow interrupted her, "I want, Buffy, I really, really want, I just…don't know what to do." For a moment she was the shy, insecure girl Buffy had first met. Buffy smiled reassuringly, but couldn't help letting out a giggle.

"Huh?" Willow's expression shifted to "confused face", nose scrunched up, one eyebrow raised. She looked so adorable that it took all of Buffy's remaining self-control not to pounce on her right there.

"Once with Angel, once with…" Buffy grimaced, "Parker. I think you're a bit ahead of me."

"Trust your instincts, Will. They've been doing pretty good so far…" Buffy punctuated her reassurance with a soft kiss.

"OK." Willow's face broke into a smile that made her eyes sparkle. Hauling Buffy to her feet, she quickly pulled the blonde's tank top over her head. Buffy immediately set about returning the favor, frantically undoing Willow's top, working by touch as their lips again locked together in a kiss as hard and passionate as their first had been soft and loving.

Finally getting the last button undone, Buffy slid her hands inside and ran her fingertips over her friend's body, from her shoulders down, over her small, firm breasts and flat stomach. God, how long have I been wanting this?, she wondered. She brought her hands back up to remove the shirt completely, but Willow stepped back a pace, a teasing half-smile on her face. Buffy whimpered in frustration.

"Buffy, if I'm trusting my instincts, you have to as well." Willow's voice was almost a whisper and carried a sing-song tone that took Buffy back to the night in the Bronze when she thought her best friend was a vampire. Only this time, instead of fear and grief, the voice provoked desire and anticipation.

Willow ran her fingertips over the underside of Buffy's breast. She began to walk around her half-naked friend, fingertips trailing up to her shoulder and across her back. Buffy shivered with desire, but willed herself not to move. Willow completed a slow circuit, ending up standing close behind Buffy. Slipping her arms around Buffy's waist, Willow gently kissed behind her friend's ear as she pressed against her back. For a moment, Willow was carried away on the scent of her friend, a mixture of the citrus shampoo she favored and an understated perfume, jasmine or something similar. Willow managed to frame one thought, Buffy put on perfume for me?, before the needs of the flesh overrode her conscious mind.

Buffy leaned back into the contact, Willow's nipples leaving scorching trails where they rubbed her back as the redhead's breathing deepened. Willow's hands were rubbing slow circles on Buffy's stomach, one moving slowly upward while the other slid under the waistband of her sweatpants.

Sliding her knee between Buffy's thighs, Willow eased her friend into a wider stance. Her fingertips brushed over the soft, neatly trimmed curls covering her mons, then slipped between the warm, damp lips of Buffy's sex. As her other hand began to cup and stroke Buffy's breasts, Willow slowly stroked along the slick furrow between Buffy's legs.

"You like that, baby?" The only response to Willow's whispered question was a lust-strangled whimper. "I'll take that as a yes. Want some more?"

Without waiting for a reply, Willow eased the tips of her middle and ring fingers into Buffy's hot, tight channel. Easing the blonde hair aside to kiss her friend's neck, Willow slowly pushed her fingers further inside until they were fully embedded. As her free hand began to gently roll Buffy's nipple, the "shy" redhead curled and pumped her fingers inside her friend, outer fingers stroking the labia while the base of her thumb pressed against Buffy's clit.

Buffy's breathing had quickened to short, sharp gasps, her head thrown back on Willow's shoulder. One hand was tangled in the mop of read hair flowing over her shoulder; the other was behind her, pulling Willow's body tight against her back. Willow could tell that she was right on the edge. Just one more little push…

Grazing her teeth along the line of Buffy's neck, Willow centered her mouth over the bite scar. As she felt Buffy's pulse throb against her tongue, she bit down hard.

"Oh God WILLLLLLLL!!!" Buffy came with a gasping scream as the exquisite pain of Willow's bite merged with the thrusting pleasure her friend was causing inside her. Willow's assault was relentless, driving the blonde into wave after wave of ecstasy, until finally her knees buckled and the redhead had to lower them both gently to the floor. Willow ended up on her knees, the breathless blonde cradled across her lap. Tenderly, Willow eased her fingers free of Buffy's wetness. She raised the glistening digits to her mouth, intending to lick them clean, but at the last moment reconsidered, and instead smeared some of the gleaming juices onto Buffy's lips before softly kissing them away.

"Wow!" Buffy couldn't begin to describe how she felt. "What's with the biting, Will? Some of Vamp-Willow rub off on you after all?"

Willow blushed fiercely at the mention of her other self. "I couldn't help myself; your neck was just so tempting!"

Buffy laughed gently. "Probably a good thing we got rid of her when we did, you're clearly a bad influence on yourself!"

"You're not mad about the biting?" Insecure Willow as making an encore appearance. Buffy quickly sat up. "Not at all, Will." A gentle kiss did more to reassure the redhead than any number of words could have done. "I'm just glad I heal quick…"

Willow scrambled upright and, pausing only to grab the remains of the sundae, followed Buffy upstairs.

As soon as they hit the landing, Buffy pulled Willow into another searing kiss. Willow began backing toward Buffy's room, while trying to maintain maximum contact with her lover and not spill ice-cream all over the carpet. Buffy broke off the kiss long enough to blurt out "Uh-uh, Mom's room…"

"Mom's been *kiss* using my room to *kiss* store stuff for the gallery. There's *kiss* a half-dozen crates full *kiss* of Sri Lankan statues in there *kiss* right now".

Willow paused for a moment. "Tempting, but I see your point." Joined again at the lip, the two girls moved slowly down the landing to Joyce's room.

Willow barely had time to deposit the sundae bowl on the nightstand before Buffy was pulling her pajama top off. This done, she took a moment to admire Willow's slim torso before picking her up and tossing her on the bed. Getting out of her by now rather damp sweatpants was the work of a moment, and then Buffy pounced on the giggling redhead.

After a few minutes spent kissing some more, and enjoying the novel feeling of naked breasts rubbing together, Buffy sat back and looked down at her half-naked lover. Reclining on the cream-colored satin sheets, hair tousled, pale skin flushed, Willow had the look of some corrupted pixie sent to tempt mortals into depravity – a temptation Buffy had no intention of resisting. Leaning forward again, she began to kiss her way down Willow's body, pausing at the breasts to give each peak a quick nibble. Reaching Willow's navel, Buffy ran her tongue around the rim of the small depression, before blowing lightly onto the spit-slicked skin. This produced a gentle laugh, which caused Willow's breasts to quiver in such a delightful manner that Buffy was compelled to repeat the process several times before continuing her downward progress.

Reaching Willow's pajama bottoms, Buffy hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to inch the garment down, all the while kissing the freshly exposed skin of her abdomen. Her half-closed eyes opened wide in shock as her lips arrived at Willow's labia, having encountered nothing but smooth skin on the way. "Will?"

Willow made a creditable effort at a full-body blush. "I kinda got into the habit while I was with Oz. Seemed like there was enough fur in that relationship anyway…"

Buffy's eyes stuck out like organ stops, she was scarcely able to believe this was her shy, retiring friend talking like this. "Willow Rosenberg! You little vixen, pretending to be all demure all this time! I always knew there was a sex kitten under all those baggy sweaters…"

Abandoning the slow approach, Buffy whipped Willow's pajamas off and reached for the sundae. Loading the spoon with ice-cream, cream and a couple of cherries, Buffy fed a little to Willow then spread the rest over the pale skin of Willow's breast. After watching for a moment, entranced, as the redhead's nipple tightened at the cold, Buffy slowly licked the skin clean. This process continued in a long, meandering course down Willow's body, the constant attention leaving the redhead flushed and quivering with need.

As Buffy finally reached Willow's aching sex, the redhead opened her thighs wider. As Buffy watched, it seemed like a flower opening, revealing new layers of beauty. Hiding her own worry about not knowing what to do, Buffy ran her tongue gently over the glistening folds, eliciting a moan of pleasure in response. Thus encouraged, she began to probe deeper, circling the entrance to Willow's vagina with her tongue, before trailing it up to tiny bundle of nerves at the apex. Taking up the spoon again, she began to apply the delicious mixture to Willow's sex, searching for the most sensitive points. Seized by a sudden inspiration Buffy slid one of the cherries inside Willow's dark, wet hole. Summoning up her cheesiest seduction voice, Buffy locked her gaze with Willow's. "Oooh, can I have your cherry?" Willow's answering giggle turned into a gasp of delight as Buffy's agile tongue penetrated her, scooping up the cherry then lingering to probe her silken walls.

Intoxicated by the sweet taste of Willow's nectar, Buffy began to apply herself in earnest to pleasuring her friend. She ran her tongue the length of Willow's gleaming slit with long, slow strokes, every so often penetrating her hole or swirling the tip around her clit.

The slow, soft licking was tortuous for Willow, driving her almost to the edge but never quite over it. Each of her hands was clenched around a fistful of satin sheet, her legs locked around Buffy's body, attempting to pull her harder against the moist fire between Willow's legs, a futile exercise when faced with Buffy's Slayer-endowed strength. Her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, it was as much as she could do to get out one word, "P-Pleeaaassse…"

For a moment Buffy toyed with the idea of tormenting her friend further, but she desperately wanted to see Willow come. Bringing her hands into play, she thrust two fingers into Willow's moist heat, while with her mouth she focused on licking and sucking her engorged clit. In seconds Willow's back was arching off the bed as the first wave hit her. "Oh…god…oh fuck…BufffFFFYYYYY!!!"

As the last tremors subsided, Buffy crawled up beside Willow and wrapped her arms around her new lover. When Willow's eyes finally crept open, Buffy dropped a soft kiss on her lips. "How was it?"

Willow grinned and rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to answer that or can I just pass out?"

"Actually, I think I could use a shower, I'm kinda sticky," Willow replied, then she giggled at her unintentional double entendre. "Ice-cream! I meant with the ice-cream! Hence the shower…may I?"

"Why you little…" Buffy made a grab for Willow's ticklish spots. With a squeak the redhead dove off the bed and fled to the bathroom.

Buffy caught up with her quarry just inside the bathroom, but Willow was able to pre-empt a merciless tickling by pulling her friend into a passionate kiss. All tickle-based thoughts fled Buffy's mind as her tongue got reacquainted with Willow's. She had just enough outside awareness left to realize that the remnants of the ice-cream she had smeared on Willow's body was causing their skin to stick. A shower was definitely necessary. Groping blindly, not wanting to break contact with her lover for any reason, Buffy finally located the shower controls and a strong spray of hot water was soon waiting for them.

Hearing the water start up, Willow took a step back, wincing slightly as their bodies briefly stuck together. "Told you I was all sticky…"

"Oh, I'll soon have that fixed," Buffy replied with a lascivious grin, gesturing to the shower cubicle. "Shall we?"

Buffy must have missed the evil glint in Willow's eye, because when she felt the stinging slap on her bottom she cried out as much in surprise as pain.

"That was for trying to tickle me, Slayer." Willow replied with a completely unrepentant grin on her face.

Buffy was surprised to find herself regretting not tickling the redhead. To cover her confusion, she stepped into the shower. "Y'know, it'd serve you right if I threw you outta the house, all naked and gooey."

"Aw, I'm sorry." Willow's tone conveyed a total lack of remorse, but the hug she wrapped Buffy in made such minor details seem irrelevant. Hugging, of course, led to kissing. A lot of kissing. Willow's brain was the first to regain its higher functions, and she reluctantly removed her lips from Buffy's. "Much as I like kissing you, Buff, we are in here for a reason…"

"Wha? Oh yeah. Shower. Cleanliness." Buffy struggled to get her brain into gear as she picked up a bottle of vanilla-scented body wash. "May I?"

Buffy smiled as she poured some of the liquid soap into her palm, working it into lather before applying it to the sticky patches on Willow's body. In fairness, she did focus on cleaning rather than groping her lover, only spending slightly longer than was strictly necessary cleaning her breasts. The difference was academic to Willow, however; just the feel of Buffy's soapy fingertips sliding over her skin was enough to send her heart rate soaring.

Once the remains of the ice-cream had been dealt with, the quest for cleanliness became more of a mutual affair, each of the girls taking great pleasure in soaping up her friend. This process finally resulted in them face to face, arms around each other's bodies as they worked over each other's backs. Understandably, being eye to eye like this made not kissing completely impossible, and gradually cleaning gave way to a close yet tender embrace. As the water cascaded over them, Buffy gently backed Willow against the wall, their kisses becoming more insistent with every moment.

Feeling the hard tile against her back, Willow pulled Buffy close against her. Slipping her knee between Buffy's thighs, the redhead pressed her thigh against the nest of soft hair. Buffy gasped at the contact, before matching Willow's actions, rubbing her thigh over her friend's bare labia. Both girls began moving their hips in small circles, trying to extract the maximum friction available from rubbing over wet, slightly soapy skin. Even this was not enough, and was accompanied by hands running over each other's bodies and gasped breaths snatched between ferocious kisses.

As Buffy felt herself approaching the brink she broke away from Willow's lips, pulling back and gazing into the deep, green eyes of her lover. Willow whimpered at the lost contact and leaned forward to reclaim her lips, but Buffy cut her off with a quick shake of her head.

"Please, Will, I want to look into your eyes when we…" The thought that they might not peak together never crossed Buffy's mind. Willow nodded her assent, settling one hand on Buffy's hip and slipping the other into her water-darkened hair. Buffy responded by bracing one arm against the wall, the other hand gripping Willow's buttock. Then, as one, they ground against each other, driving themselves on.

Their previous climaxes had been marked by cries of passion; this was as different as night from day. Neither girl's voice rose above a whisper, but their eyes spoke volumes. To Buffy it seemed that Willow's eyes literally sparkled, like emeralds held up to the light. The redhead saw her friend's pupils dilate even further, until the blue was all but gone and only a thin ring of hazel surround a blackness that the young witch seemed to fall into forever.

An hour later, having spent a long time gently drying each other off, the two girls lay snuggled together between the sheets. Both were enjoying the afterglow, but reality was beginning to sink in. Willow, predictably, was the first to voice her worries.

"Definitely." Buffy was seized by a sudden doubt, "If you want to be that is…"

"Riley." Buffy was silent for a moment. "Riley's a good guy, reliable, caring, nice-looking, not dead…but he has a few downsides."

"He's large, cumbersome, waaay to friendly with Walsh, a bit self-important and…" Buffy broke off.

"And he's not a gorgeous, red-headed witch called Willow Rosenberg." Buffy broke into a smile just saying her lover's name. "As of now, that one's a deal-breaker."

Willow hugged her friend with a strength that seemed impossible from her slender frame. "Glad to hear it."

Buffy laid her head on Willow's shoulder and murmured, in her best Cave-Slayer voice, "Buffy tired."

"Too tired?" Willow's voice was pure innocence, the touch of her fingertips on Buffy's inner thigh anything but.

"Hey, we both ate a hell of a lot of fatty food tonight. You may have the whole Slayer metabolism thing working for you, but I need to work it off the old-fashioned way…"

Buffy and Willow stood nervously in Giles flat, wondering just how to break the news of their relationship. Giles was in the kitchen making tea, Xander and Anya were at the table researching, without much enthusiasm, and Spike's boots could be seen sticking over the end of the couch.

Buffy began to pace nervously. "I don't quite know how to say this…We…that is…"

Giles automatically began cleaning his glasses, although an alert observer would have seen a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Spike's head appeared over the back of the couch, looked the girls over once and disappeared again, muttering "'Bout sodding time…"

Xander desperately tried to show no reaction at all, afraid that he would betray the highly inappropriate thoughts running through his mind. His control was shattered when Anya whispered in his ear, "I'm right there with you, sweetie."

After a moment of shock, Buffy and Willow collapsed to the floor, giggling hysterically, while Giles rubbed his glasses so hard the lens popped out. Spike was left wondering, yet again, how this mob had bested him so often.

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Eat, Drink, Be Merry

by Dafmeister

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