The Seduction of Willow Rosenberg by My Osage

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy The Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. Wish they did. That creation credit belongs to Joss Whedon.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse http://mysticmuse.net
Feedback: Yes, please
Author's Notes: Where are we? We're in my world. There are no men type romantic relationships for anyone except that one night long ago between Buffy and Angel. The past as well as the present are purely F/F. Buffy/Faith, Willow/Tara, and Willow/Kennedy.
Dedication: For my traveler, who allowed me to base the allure of my imaginary vampire on her very real beauty.
Pairing: Willow/Faith

Summary: A Slayer from the past discovers Willow's heart while a vampire from the present chases her soul. Only the one with the strongest seduction will possess her.

She would have known that body anywhere. It moved like a panther. All sleek in shiny black, agile and coiled to spring on its unsuspecting prey. The intended victim was closing in on a young pedestrian who had unwisely chosen to walk the campus late at night. She watched as the vampire was spun around and knocked a good ten feet in the air. Both the evil being and its target were stunned by the vision in leather responsible for the violence. The boy stood in a daze as the vampire rose angrily to her feet. Looking over her assailant, she decided to happily trade the adolescent for the vibrant woman standing in front of her. It would be the last choice the vampire would ever make.

She watched the slayer make short work of the demon's death. Her movements were concise and efficient. Her skill was a thing of beauty to behold. The image of a panther arose in her mind again. From this distance, she could see the young man gushing appreciation to his rescuer. But the woman merely shrugged and walked away.

Not wanting to lose the woman in the darkness, she quickly followed her. She easily caught up to the slayer, who walked at a leisurely pace with her hands stuffed into the front pockets of her pants.

Faith's economy of words had always amused Willow. While she often rattled on endlessly to express herself, Faith usually said only what was absolutely necessary to communicate her meaning.

The witch knew there were two activities that Faith "did best". One she had just witnessed. The other was something she'd never had the pleasure of sharing with the dark slayer. There was a subtle tightness in her groin at the thought of the slayer's reputed sexual prowess. 'Whatever's the matter with me…'

Faith considered the witch for a moment. In the five years since Faith had last seen her, Willow had matured into an exquisite woman. Shiny red hair spilled down past her shoulders and her green eyes sparkled with her ever-present intelligence. Faith noticed that the witch now dressed in a more provocative manner that accentuated her slender, yet womanly physique. All in all, the slayer thought she was quite an impressive package.

Willow shook herself free of her thoughts. "I'm here on business for the Watcher's Council. Where are you staying?"

"Hey, you know me, Red." The slayer's eyes swept over the Wiccan again. "Any old fleabag motel will do."

"Faith." Willow admonished the mischievous slayer. "You know you don't have to stay in places like that anymore. The Council pays you well. What do you spend your money on?"

Willow laughed lightly at how little the slayer had changed. "Well, I guess the Council will have to give you a raise then." She couldn't help but appreciate the allure of the leather-clad goddess. "You look…" She faltered for a moment as a small sigh escaped her. "You look great."

Both women moved together and started walking down the path toward town. The silence between them was comfortable. It was late, but when they reached Willow's car, she asked. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk?"

"So, business must be good." Faith pushed her empty plate away and pulled her coffee cup closer. "How're the Scoobies?"

"We've been very successful." Willow was proud of all the accomplishments of the former rag-tag Scooby gang. "Dawn heads the LA office with Xander. She's turned into an amazing businesswoman and a fairly effective Wiccan. I head the New York office with Giles." She waited a moment for Faith to ask about Buffy. But the slayer said nothing.

"Buffy's out on the road with one group of slayers." She continued. "Since I created the locator spell to find them all, it's gotten a lot easier to track them, organize and protect them."

The question caught Willow off guard. "She's well." The witch answered evenly. "She also heads up a group of slayers. She turned out to be a really great leader." Willow gave Faith a soft smile. "You'd be proud of her."

Faith nodded. "She was always a pistol." Intense brown eyes held emerald green ones. "What happened?"

The Wiccan didn't bother to pretend she didn't understand the question. "I went to New York to establish the East Coast Council. She was on the road constantly. We changed, grew apart." Willow paused to reflect. "We're still very close. We're just…not…"

Again Faith nodded. The Scoobies had indeed done well. Buffy and Kennedy had found their true calling. Xander and Giles were still contributing to the greater good. Dawn was in charge of what the youngest Summers had affectionately dubbed "Slayers Inc. West". Obviously the kid had been paying attention all those years.

The slayer rose from the table. "I'd better make one more patrol. You'll be alright?"

"Yeah." Willow answered. "Got some nasty vanquishing spells up my sleeve." She took out a pen and wrote the address of her hotel on the back of her business card. Handing it to Faith, she said. "I'll be here for a week." Her eyes searched the slayer's face for any reaction. "Come see me…please."

Faith looked down at the pretty Wiccan and picked up the card. She could feel Willow watching her as she walked out the door.

"Dammit! It's just one disaster after another!" Scarlett exclaimed as she paced the length of the basement apartment. She'd just gotten word of yet another slayer raid on a major vampire nest in England. At least forty-five of the undead had been slaughtered. "Just what in the hell is this world coming to?!"

The fair-haired vampire had been a striking figure in the demonic community for years. Scarlett had been born in 1932, just after the release of "Gone With The Wind." Little did her mother know how apt the name would become. She knew that she was now one of the most powerful vampires left in this country. And having been turned in 1957, she was also one of the oldest. 'Of course, that asshole, Angel, in LA and his resurrected bleached-blonde sidekick, Spike don't count.' She raged mentally. 'Those two soul boys don't even register on the side of evil anymore.'

Over the years, Scarlett had envisioned world domination. The Ultimate Evil was to rise and vampires were supposed to have ruled the world by now. But that dream had disintegrated like Ubervamps into the pit that was once Sunnydale. The First was gone and hordes of Slayers roamed the world like packs of wolves. The predators had become the prey. Year after year their numbers dwindled. If the Slayers weren't stopped, there would soon be no vampires left in the world at all.

She kicked over a wooden barrel in the abandoned tenement she'd been forced to hide in because bands of slayers roamed New York these days. She fumed even more as she thought of how she and her lover were forced to exist in this god-forsaken hole known as Hell's Kitchen instead of sharing a penthouse at the Hotel Pierre in Central Park South. Turning to her mate, her mood lightened for a moment. Makeda. Her name meant beautiful. And it couldn't have been more appropriate. Scarlett had sired her in 1972 when a black model was a rarity. From the moment she'd first laid eyes on the Ethiopian goddess, she knew she had to have her. Her skin was the color of espresso, and her eyes were so dark they seemed to have endless depth. They made a striking couple in every decade they inhabited. In the almost 50 years she'd been a vampire, turning Makeda was the best thing she'd ever done.

But now, all they had worked for and been to each other was in jeopardy. She turned back to the computer she'd stolen from her last kill. There must be a chink in the slayers' armor. If they couldn't attack them directly, then they would look for an Achilles heel. Scarlett had been researching the city where everything had begun to go so terribly wrong. The Internet was an amazing thing. If one knew where to look, there seemed to be no end of information on the events in Sunnydale; and about the original slayer and her associates. One subject kept drawing her attention. There was another source of power in the years before the destruction of The First. A witch who had worked with the slayers seemed to have had quite a colorful history. A vicious, dark, world ending history, in fact. Now it appeared that same witch was an instrumental part of the slayer organization. Scarlett mulled over this information.

"Makeda, find me a demonic shaman." Forming a plan in her mind, she amended the request. "One that has mind melding capabilities." She smiled at the computer screen. The witch was important to the slayers. If she could draw the Wiccan back into black magic, that just might provide her with the upper hand. The seduction of Willow Rosenberg had begun.

Willow awoke with a start. It took her a moment to get her bearings. She was at home, in her own room, in her own bed. Of course she was. For the past week, she'd occasionally awoken in the morning with a vague sense of unease. She had attributed it to the stress. Willow was responsible for so much of the new Council's reorganization. Or possibly it was her upcoming trip to see Faith that was making her more anxious. But this was the first time she'd woken up with a feeling she could only describe as fear. She got out of bed trying to shake the unusual feeling of dread. She had a plane to catch to Boston.

The morning after seeing Faith, Willow was on the phone to New York. "Yes, Giles. Tell Buffy I'll see to it." There was a knock on her door as she hung up the phone. Opening it, she found Faith standing in front of her. "You came."

"Hey, when my boss says come, I come." She teased as she sauntered past the witch.

Willow feigned an exasperated sigh. As much from the sexual innuendo as from the comment itself. "I'm not your boss, Faith."

The slayer turned and appraised her. Willow was wearing boots, a long denim skirt and a multi-colored V-neck T-shirt. "Any woman who signs my paycheck is the boss in my book." She strolled over to the window and looked out.

Willow also surveyed Faith's attire. She wore her usual black leather pants and a deep purple Henley T-shirt, unbuttoned all the way down into her cleavage, of course. A denim jacket seemed to somewhat diffuse her aura of danger. Willow couldn't help but notice that she still radiated an intense sexual aura.

The late morning meal reminded Willow that, under different circumstances, she and Faith might have been friends from the start. It was true that Faith mostly listened while Willow relayed information, stories, gossip on the lives of her companions and the new slayers. But the ease of their reunion was not lost on either woman. They lingered over coffee until Willow needed to attend to Council work.

Faith walked the witch back to her room. Watching Willow start up her laptop, she gave voice to her intuition that their meeting was not merely a coincidence.

Willow turned from her computer and looked at Faith. She should have known that the slayer would pick up on her unspoken agenda. Taking a deep breath she said. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to go slaying solo anymore."

"It's just that you're our second oldest slayer…" Willow tried to get her point across before Faith could explode.

"And Buffy's 28. And she travels with several slayers now. In fact, slayers hardly ever work alone anymore." The witch was trying to make it all sound so reasonable. "There are thousands of them now, Faith. They don't have to risk their lives like you and Buffy use to do."

"Oh, right, like you did three months ago?" Her fear and her frustration escaped her before she could stop them.

"Four broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a concussion?" Willow looked at Faith in disbelief. "You were in the hospital for five days, Faith. That's a long time for a slayer with your recuperative powers."

"We sent eight slayers to clear out that nest of vampires. You should never have taken them on alone." Her afterthought carried more dread than she had wanted to relay. "You could have been killed."

The rogue slayer couldn't quite determine what else lay behind the witch's distress. But her safety was her own business, no one else's. Her temper flared.

"What difference does it make, Red? You got the Chosen One safe and sound. Me? I'm just a hired gun."

"That's not true." Willow argued. "Don't you realize how special you are to us?" She hesitated a moment before adding. "To me?"

Faith gave the witch a questioning look, then a slow, seductive smile. "You come down here to fuck me, Wil?"

"No!" The witch stammered. "That's not the…No!" Dammit if Faith wasn't the only person she knew who could still fluster her so.

"Faith, you're a Chosen One too." Willow tried once more to explain. "In fact, don't you realize that you are even a more unique Chosen One?" Faith now looked puzzled. "When Kendra died, you were called from among thousands of potentials to take her place. You were the only one deemed worthy to be next in line. And now," Willow added, "no one will ever be called that way again." Willow searched Faith's eyes for understanding. "Buffy may be the original Chosen One, Faith. But you will always be the last Chosen One."

The slayer sighed. "I get it, Red. You don't want me takin' chances anymore." Faith leaned back against the windowsill. "But you know I'm not a group player, Wil. I can't be part of the band."

"I know." The witch replied gently, feeling some relief that Faith might be willing to compromise. "I'm just asking that when you get into a town with big problems, you call me. I'll send you the slayers already living there or nearby." Willow looked hopeful. Faith looked skeptical. "You can do what you do best." Willow gave Faith a reassuring smile. "They might learn a thing or two and I'll sleep better at night."

Willow colored slightly. "No." She admitted. "I've always cast a separate locator spell just for you. And I monitor it personally."

The two women spent the next several days together. Willow was reminded how spontaneous and unconventional Faith could be. The slayer reveled in Willow's intelligence and inquisitive nature. They enjoyed each other's company. But there was still something unspoken in the witch's demeanor that Faith could not quite decipher. Rightfully the slayer could reason that it was none of her business. But when they returned to Willow's room one night, she decided to take a chance and ask.

Willow looked across the room to see the beautiful brunette leaning against the windowsill watching her. She should have known that Faith would be able to sense that she was struggling. If anyone could understand her growing dread, it was this rogue slayer.

"It's the darkness." The Wiccan dropped her eyes. "Lately, when I wake up in the morning, I feel its pressure in my chest like a heart attack. I can almost feel it crawling around my soul like it's trying to get out. And it scares me. I can't talk to Buffy or Kennedy about it. They wouldn't understand…"

"Of course they wouldn't understand, Wil." Willow looked up, surprised by the sudden vehemence in Faith's tone as she cut her off. "They're not supposed to. They're the good guys. They fight our kind of evil all the time. They're fucking heroes, fer Christ's sake. Pure hearts, Wil. It just wouldn't be right if they did understand where you and I live."

"But I've tried so hard…" Willow searched the adamant slayer's face, her eyes pleading. "Doesn't it ever go away?"

"No, it doesn't." Faith crossed the room and took hold of Willow's arms forcing the Wiccan to keep eye contact with her. "It's always there, Wil, lying behind my heart waiting for me to be hurt again so badly that I'll set it free. It never goes away. It's not supposed to. You and I did some really bad things. We murdered people and almost released mass destruction on an unsuspecting world. We hurt the people we love. They don't give you a 'Get Out Of Jail Free' pass for that." Seeing tears well up in Willow's eyes, Faith's voice softened slightly. "You get to keep it, Wil. And you guard it. And you make sure it never finds a way out…as long as you live."

"But how do you do that?" Tears began to slowly run down Willow's cheeks. "How do you live with it?"

The slayer released Willow. The witch sank down onto the bed. Faith moved back to the windowsill, distancing herself again. "Every day I kill something more evil than me." The slayer confided. "Every day I kill something evil that doesn't care like I do." Faith felt heaviness in her heart as she looked at Willow's tear-stained face. "It's the only way I have to pay."

Faith returned to the bed and sat down next to Willow. "And you do it too." Doubt filled the redhead's eyes. "You created this huge institution for slayers to destroy evil every day. You keep them organized and protected every day. It's what you do, Wil. It's how you pay. And you'll be doing it for the rest of your life. Just like me. And even then, the scales may never be balanced in our favor." Faith put her hand lightly on Willow's shoulder. "But it's all we can do."

The distraught witch molded herself up against Faith. The slayer wrapped Willow up in her arms and held her protectively while she cried.

The next night on the way to Willow's car after dinner, Faith hesitated next to an alley. Willow heard nothing, but she could tell the slayer's senses were piqued. She followed Faith into the poorly lit avenue. At the end of the back street, there appeared to be a man and a woman sharing an intimate moment. But the Wiccan knew that Faith would not have stopped if that were truly the case. Willow watched the slayer slowly remove her jacket and drop it to the ground. The man turned at the sound and looked back at her.

The game face of the vampire was the obvious indication that something was definitely wrong. The terrified expression on the face of the woman in his grasp made the situation even clearer.

"Hey, big guy…" Faith ran her hands over her breasts, down to her hips and back up into her hair. The sweeping gesture revealed a lovely expanse of neck to both the vampire and to Willow. Both could practically feel the sexuality and strength flowing in Faith's veins.

For the demon, it was no contest. He let the woman go and advanced on Faith. The slayer caught the frightened woman's eye. "Go." She said quietly. The brunette watched the woman reluctantly back out the alley, her eyes never leaving Faith.

The woman jumped at the sound of Willow's voice. She hadn't noticed her standing at the entrance of the lane. The witch's words broke her trance and she turned and ran.

Willow looked back down the alley in time to see the demon lunge at Faith. She sidestepped him easily.

Though the vampire was bloodlust driven, he was no match for the experienced slayer. She fought him easily, with moves that were so rhythmic, the battle almost looked choreographed. The dance ending in the inevitable vampire death.

Watching the interaction, the witch was completely captivated by the rebel slayer. Willow had often pondered on the sexual energy that Faith emitted. She had always assumed that the brunette's lascivious magnetism was slayer-induced. But she had come to the conclusion that this was not true. Over the years, she had met hundreds of slayers. She had talked with them, spent time with them, seen them fight. And none of them had the obvious sexual allure that Faith had. Not even Buffy or Kennedy. Willow realized that while her charisma may have been slayer-enhanced, the wanton, carnal power that Faith exuded was purely her own.

And that power was now drawing Willow like the proverbial moth to a flame. While watching the display, Willow's heart had begun to beat faster and her breathing labored. She could feel the heat beginning at her hips and breasts. All of it happening so quickly and seemingly out of her control.

As Faith picked up her jacket, her senses were immediately assaulted by Willow's escalating desire. At first she seemed puzzled, as she turned to face the Wiccan. The slayer dealt with desire directed at her every day. But her eyes widened as she recognized the yearning radiating from the redhead. Putting on her jacket, she slowly walked toward the witch.

Frozen in place, Willow felt helpless. She was being overwhelmed by needs that she hadn't given into for a long time and by an attraction for Faith that she had locked away in an even more distant past. Excitement raced through her at the slayer's deliberate approach.

If the Wiccan expected Faith to discuss what was happening between them, she was sorely mistaken. The slayer stopped in front of the witch only long enough to take Willow in her arms and kiss her fiercely. Nothing tentative or hesitant. Faith knew that Willow wanted her. And that was all she needed to know. The witch surrendered without a second's hesitation.

Kissing Faith was nothing like Willow had fantasized. It was delicious, carnal and completely necessary. The slender witch entangled her fingers in the brunette's hair and tried to crush her even closer to her body. Lips and tongues met over and over, hardly leaving room for either of them to breathe. In between the lustful moments, Willow attempted to get Faith any place where they could take this obsession to its scorching conclusion.

"Faith…" Lips constantly being licked and sucked. "hotel…" More slayer tongue, more lost thought. "mine…" Oh Goddess, those hands. "now…"

Somehow they made it to Willow's car still kissing. The witch could not ever remember having so much trouble driving. Faith's lips never left her skin during the entire ride to the hotel. Licking, nibbling, sucking her ear, her neck. The slayer's hands constantly roaming over her stomach, her breasts, down her thighs and between her legs.

A miniscule sense of decorum allowed them to pass though the hotel lobby and into the elevator without making a scene. But once the sliding doors were closed, they attacked each other again. Willow was lucky enough to have pressed the correct button for her floor while she still had a moment of lucidity.

Practically falling out of the elevator, they stumbled to Willow's door. Faith pinned the redhead against her door unable to get enough of her body and mouth. The witch tasted so sweet. Her body was an enticing combination of slenderness and curves. She couldn't stop her hands from rampantly exploring Willow. If only they could just get through Willow's door…

Willow tried to get her keycard out of her shoulder bag. But Faith's roaming hands were too distracting for her to concentrate. In frustration she released the hip that she'd been groping and waved impatiently. The door's lock released and they stumbled into Willow's room. The door slammed shut behind them.

"Hmm…sweet trick, Wil…" Faith purred. She stood so close that Willow could feel the warmth of her skin through her shirt. The slayer's hands brushed slowly down Willow's arms until they reached the witch's wrist. Staring into the Wiccan's eyes, Faith took Willow's hands and held them behind her back. The witch knew how pointless it would be to struggle or resist, even if she had wanted to.

"Close your eyes." The request was a mere whisper. As Willow closed her eyes, she could feel Faith's lips tenderly sliding over her lips, up her jaw line, down again, then up the opposite side. She continued until she reached Willow's ear. The slayer's lips barely grazed the sensitive lobe. Her senses detected a hint of hesitancy coming from the redhead.

Willow knew that if she said no, that they would both know she was lying. A tiny, distant part of her brain tried to insist that this coupling might possibly be a mistake. But the rest of her, her heart, her body, her soul, the remaining part of her mind overruled all objections.

With that answer, Faith returned to Willow's mouth. She let the tip of her tongue trace Willow's lower lip. It was not a kiss. It was a seductive marking. Faith had not done anything overt except lightly restrain Willow's hands. Yet the witch felt completely overpowered. The slayer then used her lips to travel over Willow's features. Learning, memorizing. The smell of the redhead's skin, the excitement radiating from her body. Everything about Willow seeped into her system like a drug. Faith felt slightly intoxicated.

Willow could feel the tantalizing exploration everywhere. Faith backed the willing witch up against the closest wall. She brought Willow's hands out from behind her and pulled them up above the Wiccan's head until her shoulders stretched in a pleasant ache. Faith pinned her there with one hand. With the other she caressed the side of Willow's neck, continuing a slow path across her throat, down her chest, between her breasts. The slow fondling investigated the witch's flat abdomen, her slender waist, and back up her ribcage. Willow's breath quickened. She yearned for the slayer's intimate touch. But it seemed that Faith now wanted to take her time.

In reality, it was not that Faith wanted to go slow. She wanted to take Willow hard and fast. But she was somewhat disoriented. This didn't feel like a typical seduction. Not the casual flings she was accustomed to having. She admired and cared about this woman. And yes, a part of her wanted to possess the beguiling witch. But she knew full well that would never happen. Mentally she shook herself back to the reality of what she could have.

Concentrating on the need in Willow's body, Faith cupped her breast suddenly. She stroked each firm mound through her shirt, feeling Willow's nipples respond to the attention. The slayer smiled slightly as Willow gasped then emitted a tiny moan. Maybe she could never claim the witch, but Faith would gladly give Willow what she needed right now.

Releasing Willow's hands, Faith let them fall to her sides. "Take off your shirt." The redhead reached up and unbuttoned her shirt as Faith watched. She slipped it off her shoulders and waited. She badly wanted to kiss Faith again. But she found herself eager to follow Faith's lead.

The dark slayer hungrily absorbed the vision of the witch's pearly skin. "Now your bra." The witch obeyed and unclasped the front of her bra, slid it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor as well. Her nipples tightened almost painfully under Faith's fervent gaze. She wondered briefly why she didn't feel self-conscious. The slayer standing in front of her was imposingly beautiful. She was dark, dangerous and still fully clothed. But now it was obvious that the slayer desired her. And that overshadowed everything else in her mind.

Faith took Willow by the hand and led her to the vanity counter that had a wall-to-wall mirror on top of it. She turned Willow so that she faced the looking glass. Willow was surprised at how stimulated she looked. Though they were still untouched by Faith's lips or hands, Willow's bare nipples were hard as pebbles. She looked as flushed as she felt. As she regarded herself in the reflection, she saw Faith reach around and slide her hands over her breasts. She gently squeezed the pliant flesh. At times, her busy fingers separated catching the witch's nipples, lightly pinching them. It was difficult for Willow to watch the ardent display. She closed her eyes in pleasure. Leaning back against Faith she heard the slayer whisper in her ear.

"Your breasts are so perfect. They fit in my hands as if they were meant only for me."

Faith placed Willow's hands on the cool marble, making her brace herself slightly away from the vanity's edge. She looked up when she felt Faith's hands cupping her breasts again. "See? Perfect." Before Willow could reply, strong hands began caressing her everywhere. Past her ribs, around her sides, across her back, over her shoulders. They settled on her ass, feeling her through her skirt. With swiftness she didn't expect, Faith unzipped the side closure of her skirt and pulled it off her body. Willow lifted each leg so that Faith could kneel down and remove her skirt, boots, and stockings. The slayer smoothed her hands up Willow's calves, lingering on her thighs. She nudged Willow's legs apart so that she could feel the inside of her legs all the way up to the apex. Then she put her hands on the witch's hips and steadied her while she used her lips to explore Willow's ass through the fabric of her panties. The Wiccan bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes again. Even though she felt exposed, she longed for Faith to strip off the final barrier between her and that sensuous mouth.

As Faith let her lips wander over Willow's slender ass, she slipped her hand back through the Wiccan's open legs. She could feel the wet heat already starting to soak though the thin fabric. She reached up and stripped Willow of her last garment. The panties fell down her legs and Faith gently lifted one leg at a time to discard them. Then standing up she pressed herself to Willow's back, her lips next to Willow's ear. She caressed and nibbled the sensitive lobe for a moment.

The subtle admission shot an unfamiliar eroticism through Willow. Her brilliant mind went blank and all she could manage to do was repeat the decadent confession. "Want you….."

The slayer suddenly wrapped her arms around the witch and lifted her easily off the floor. She sat the witch down near the edge of the marble counter facing the mirror, making Willow's knees bend and her legs part. Willow could feel the smoothness of Faith's jacket warming her back, the leather-clad arms sliding over her bare torso. When she opened her eyes, she was startled to find herself so openly exhibited. But she couldn't dwell on any embarrassment as she watched Faith's left hand drift down and explore her clit. The slayer's talented fingers swept over the sensitive node, teasing it, stroking it, opening it up and exposing it to her hungry eyes. Willow was transfixed by the sight of Faith toying with her so. When she looked up at the slayer's face, she was amazed at the passion that blazed in Faith's dark eyes as the slayer watched her fingers dance between Willow's legs in the mirror.

The witch's eyes dropped to her hips again, watching them begin to move of their own accord in rhythm with Faith's stroking. The slayer's touch was giving Willow a delicious tingling sensation that was rapidly gaining momentum. She desperately wanted to feel Faith's fingers dive inside of her with as much strength as Willow could tolerate. She didn't understand exactly how she had come to such wanton desire. Before now, there had only been Tara and Kennedy. Willow had fallen for them both long before they'd ever made love. And the feelings had been mutual. But Willow knew that Faith didn't love her. This was just plain over the top, hardcore sex. She felt like an animal. And part of her just didn't care.

The slayer grinned as she dropped her right hand down and entered Willow with two fingers. She slowly reached deep inside and pulled out again. Over and over she penetrated Willow while her left hand continued the insistent stroking of the Wiccan's very stimulated clit. As Faith's thrusts got stronger and faster, Willow's hips bucked harder as she tried to keep up. The building pressure between her legs was more than Willow could stand. Finally the beginnings of a crushing orgasm ignited within her. It flared out from her core, hot and intense, shooting through her body like a Roman candle. Willow reached up and grabbed the back of Faith's head as her feet pushed against the countertop. She lifted herself up from the marble as her climax exploded with a burst of fiery light and scorching heat. She cried out Faith's name repeatedly as the pinnacle seemed to last for several minutes.

Faith felt an acute twitching in her crotch as Willow reached her peak. Damn, she was really getting off on seducing the witch and making her soar so completely. Faith couldn't believe how wicked hot Willow could be. She'd always seemed so…. intellectual. Actually, when she'd been with the Scoobies and then with Slayers Inc., she hadn't given the redhead much thought. Willow had been with either Tara or Kennedy the whole time she'd known her. And of course, she'd been at both extremes. Nameless fuck buddies on one side and a relationship with Buffy on the other. And nothing could have distracted her when she was with B. But now, five years later, she didn't know how she could possibly have missed how amazing the Wiccan was.

Willow eased back down onto the counter as she recovered. Her head fell back onto Faith's shoulder. The slayer gently lifted the sated witch off the ledge. She walked over to the bed, pulled the blankets back, and laid her down. Faith sat beside her and partially covered her with the sheet. Willow was smiling up at her and Faith couldn't resist threading her fingers through the silky auburn hair. Willow reached out and put her hand underneath the leather jacket that Faith still wore. She was curious about the body she'd always found so intoxicating.

Faith stood and took off her jacket. She crossed the room and sat in a chair to remove her boots and socks. As she stood up and approached the bed, she pulled her tank top up over her head. Plenty of satiny skin appeared to Willow's eyes. When she got close to the bed, she reached back and unhooked her bra. It came off in a quick release to reveal tantalizingly full breasts. Willow could actually feel her mouth water as she studied Faith's chest and torso. Besides her lovely flesh, Faith's shoulders and arms were well defined and her stomach taut. Willow tried to absorb every lovely inch of her. When her eyes finally traveled back to Faith's face, she saw that she was ginning.

The witch raised up on one elbow as Faith unzipped her leather pants. She made a show of sensuously slipping her hands down inside the loosened leather and then slowly pushing them down her body. 'Well,' thought Willow, 'that answers that question.' The slayer indeed wore no underwear and soon stood before Willow in absolute female splendor. Her hips were firm and her thighs smoothly muscular. She remained standing, allowing Willow's gaze to rake over her body.

'Oh my Goddess. She's so gorgeous,' thought Willow, admiring the Venus before her. She understood the rift that had developed between the two original slayers. Buffy had a felt global responsibility that Faith did not share. But she'd often wondered how her best friend could have possibly let Faith go. As the slayer crawled onto the bed with her, Willow's last conscious thought was, 'I know I couldn't have….'

Faith striped the sheet away from Willow's naked form. She lay lightly on top of her for a moment. Letting Willow feel their skin together before she flipped onto her back pulling Willow on top of her. The Wiccan smiled down at the beauty under her before bringing her lips down onto that sweet cleft in Faith's lower lip. Lying on Faith, kissing her slowly, Willow's mind entertained all the activities that she had fantasized about doing with the enticing slayer. She thought about how Faith had teased her a few days before. Moving her lips over to the brunette's ear, she softly repeated Faith's original flirtatious tone by coining a phrase that she normally would have never used.

Faith's answer stunned her so, that she reared up away from the sensitive ear she'd been nibbling. After what the slayer had just done for her, Willow searched for some kind of explanation in the soft brown eyes.

"But you can make love to me." Faith offered with a small measure of hope. "It would be a nice change."

The Wiccan looked down at the slayer who had once fallen so far. Since then, she had given so much and expected so little. To be touched by someone who genuinely cared about her, more than for what her body could provide, didn't seem like so much to ask. Willow's heart ached. Smiling down at Faith, her eyes followed her fingers as they smoothed over the slayer's dark brow. She watched as her caress continued down the silken cheek until she slid her thumb over the slayer's soft lips. Willow glanced back up into Faith's eyes, openly transmitting the genuine affection she had for this remarkable woman.

Willow slid her body slightly off to Faith's right. She leaned in and placed slow deliberate kisses on receptive lips. She moved her hand down Faith's neck and shoulder. Her fingers crossed over Faith's chest just to the rise of her breasts. Willow repeatedly circled the pliant flesh, avoiding tanned nipples that were still soft and relaxed.

"When I first saw you…" Willow narrated as her feather-light touch moved to fondle Faith's areola. "I was as mesmerized as everyone else." The witch watched as the nipple began to tighten from her gentle stimulation. "I didn't know it then, but I was already attracted to you." Faith moaned slightly and closed her eyes. "But I could tell that you were completely fascinated with Buffy." Faith opened her eyes and looked up at the Wiccan. Willow smiled and started to stimulate the co-operative breasts with a stronger hand. Leaning over, she kissed Faith again. "Didn't stop me from fantasizing about what you'd looked like without your leathers on." Faith smiled at the admission. Willow's gaze swept down the slayer's body. "But I could never have imagined…" She looked back up into Faith eyes. "Never imagined you'd be so…. absolutely beautiful."

It was true. Faith was simply radiant. Willow wanted Faith to know that, wanted her to feel worshiped and adored. She climbed back on top of the slayer and began kissing her everywhere. Her lips covered now eager nipples and she teased them into stiff, aching peaks. She descended Faith's body, planting soft kisses over her ribs, her waist, her navel, and down both sides to her hips. She particularly kissed the scar Buffy's knife had left. Surprisingly, after years of battles, it was the only scar visible on Faith's body. As Willow descended, Faith shifted her legs so that they parted for the witch's slender frame. Willow continued using her lips to explore Faith's thighs. She would never comprehend how skin so silky could cover such strength. She let her cheek caress the inside of those powerful thighs. Though Faith's legs had opened easily for her, she knew that they could just as easily crush her during unleashed passion. Having been a slayer's lover for three years had taught her to compensate with a small protection spell. She could remain unharmed while her lover gave in to all the emotions she was feeling.

'God, how long has it been since I've felt this way,' thought Faith. Willow's tender ministrations were so much more exciting than the meaningless encounters that had filled her life since Buffy had left her. She would never have believed how much she missed this kind of interaction.

Willow nuzzled the soft hair, still avoiding the smooth skin that covered Faith's awakening clit. A sweet scent drew Willow out of her musing about Faith's body. Looking up, she could see the slayer watching her with growing hunger in her eyes. The witch could tell that it was not just hunger for release. It was hunger for Willow's touch. She found the very idea as intoxicating as the slayer herself. Leaning down, she kissed the soft hair covering Faith's sex.

Faith glanced down at the redhead's intimate fondling. A rush of erotic sensations spread up her torso. She could feel Willow's joy and pleasure at what she was doing. The connection was so much more than the slayer could have hoped. Personal, private, centered on her alone. Faith hadn't felt so free in years.

The witch smiled as she kissed and nibbled on and around Faith's clit. "Just enjoying myself, Slayer." Willow slipped a single finger inside Faith. She could feel Faith tighten and embrace her. Slowly she penetrated the slick inner walls, trying to learn what Faith would be capable of giving. Faith felt the deliberate leisurely pace of Willow thrusts. The witch was now lavishing long licks of her tongue over Faith's clit at the same maddeningly slow pace. Again, it occurred to Faith, how Willow's delectable attentions felt so much hotter than any of the fast fucks that had filled her life for the last five years. She fought for control of her libido, so as not to demand the speedy resolution she was getting so close to needing.

Willow added another finger to her invasion of Faith's heat. She began to pick up the pace as she heard a small gasp of appreciation from the slayer. Faith's hips began to move in time with Willow's tongue and fingers. Silken fire. That's how Willow would have described Faith intimate anatomy. But underneath was a sexual power that was building inside Faith's body. Willow could feel it escalating. She tried to match its pace as she continued to stroke the passionate woman under her.

'Fuck…Wil.' Faith's thoughts were not as eloquent as she would have wanted. But…'oh, fuck…' Willow was so damn good. It all felt so incredibly hot. She was going to come and it was beginning to feel like those unbelievable climaxes that she used to share with Buffy. "Fuck…. Wil!" The words escaped her involuntarily. "Oh god…damn!"

The witch could feel the sensations overtake Faith. It was like riding a runaway horse, Willow held on as best she could to her bucking, thrashing lover as Faith's orgasm burst through her body. The climax spiraled out from her center, firing off every nerve ending on its way to a crushing completion. Faith temporarily lost her ability to control her strength and her emotions. They both rode full rein over Willow.

Thankful once again for her small protection spell, Willow reveled in absorbing everything Faith was experiencing and releasing. As Faith relaxed and dropped back down onto the bed, the witch climbed up and spread herself over Faith's recovering body. The slayer was still breathing hard and her eyes were closed. Willow once again traced her fingers over Faith's beautiful features. The dark brows, the perfect cheekbones, the cleft chin. A small smile was her reward.

"Damn, Wil." Faith opened her eyes, satisfaction evident in the brown orbs. "What the hell was that?"

Willow rolled off to Faith's side. She landed on her back and pulled the slayer's body to her. Faith went willingly and laid her head on Willow's chest. "That," she murmured wrapping her arms around the lovely brunette, "was what you asked for…."

"Well?" Scarlett questioned the shaman Makeda had found. "Why is this taking so long?"

The shaman was covered in robes. Her only clear visible feature being the soft red glow of her eyes when she was working. She glanced over at the discontented vampire. Even the experienced demon paused at the extraordinary effect of Scarlett's eyes. The blonde vampire had been genetically blessed with the most seductive eyes. They were a solid, very clear blue. The color of the morning sky just before sunrise. There was a darker blue ring around the outer edge of her irises. Besides her extraordinary beauty, Scarlett knew that her eyes had a hypnotic effect on everyone she met. Unsuspecting victims fell into the depths of her eyes without hesitation. It had proven extremely useful for an evil being to look so deliciously benign and approachable.

"These things take time." The shaman tried to explain. "We're dealing with a powerful witch who keeps a tight hold on her dark side. I need to find a path to tap into that darkness. An emotion, an event, a memory…"

The vampire neared the shaman, her eyes ablaze with a preternatural fire. The demon drew back involuntarily as the vampire leaned into her shadowed face. Scarlett's intense stare chilled the shaman. "I don't care what you have to do," she hissed, "I want that witch's dark side released." Then just as suddenly the menace was gone and her gaze was once again inviting and seductive. She whispered softly. "I need her."

When Faith awoke the next morning, Willow was lying on her back looking up at the ceiling, though not really seeing it. Faith propped her head up on one hand and began to brush the other one over Willow's skin. Faith could detect the witch's distance. She didn't want to lose the intimate bond between them yet. "Hey, where are you?"

Willow sighed. "I was just thinking about Tara." She'd never been able to talk to Kennedy about Tara. But for some reason she needed to voice her thoughts. "I loved her so. She was my everything." The Wiccan hesitated. "When I lost her…I just…died inside." She looked over at Faith, but the rogue slayer remained silent. She didn't try to argue with Willow about how she had found a way to go on with her life. She didn't point out how Willow had indeed found love and happiness after Tara's death. Faith knew all too well about wanting to die from so devastating a loss. She continued to slowly run her fingertips along Willow's arm and across her chest as she talked. She felt there was something more that Willow was trying to say. Faith didn't stop her.

"Then Kennedy came into my life. She brought me back to life." Willow looked up at the ceiling again. "I'll always love her for that." A small smile played across Willow's lips. "I will always be grateful to her for that." Willow then turned toward Faith and propped her head up on her hand, mirroring the slayer's pose. "But I wonder now if some part of me wasn't always waiting for you." She searched the soft brown eyes that were now watching her intently. "For this."

"I know." Willow interrupted whatever rationale Faith was about to make. "I won't try to tell you that I don't want you to come back to New York with me. Because I do…desperately." She reached up and affectionately brushed Faith's hair back behind her ear. "But I do know you. And I wouldn't change you for the world." The expression on Willow's face presumed nothing. "I want you just the way you are."

After several moments of sweet, lazy kisses, Willow proceeded to show the slayer exactly what she meant about wanting her…all over again.

A few days after her Boston trip, Willow arrived at her Park Avenue South flat just after sundown. It had been a long day. The slayers were stepping up their raids on vampire and demon lairs around the world. She set her laptop down in her office. She hadn't been sleeping well since her return from Boston. All she wanted to do was soak in a hot bath and then sleep. But first she had to check on her slayers. Willow went into her bedroom. She crossed over to a small oak writing desk and chair that occupied one corner of the room. Next to the antique was a matching stand that held what looked like a normal geographic globe. She sat down in front of it and closed her eyes. Concentrating silently, the Wiccan activated the slayer locator spell. Tiny pin lights of green slowly appeared all over the globe. Willow opened her eyes and rotated the sphere carefully. No red lights, all the lights were green. That meant all slayers around the world were safe. She noticed one tiny yellow light in Toronto, Canada. The witch smiled. A baby slayer had just been born with all her powers intact.

Waving her hand over the orb, it became a normal replica of the world again. She then turned to a US map intricately drawn on cloth that was spread out across the oak top. Tossing a tiny silver stake onto the surface, she again concentrated silently. The little piece moved slowly to the right on the map. It stopped on the east coast, pointing directly to New York City. Faith was in New York?

Still staring at the map, she heard a knock on her door. When she opened it, she found that her spell had proven accurate again.

Returning the smile, Willow stepped aside to motioned Faith in. "Just now." She replied. "What are you doing here?"

As the brunette walked past Willow, she teased. "Hey, when the boss says come…"

Faith turned and grinned like a kid. Willow held her breath for a moment as she appreciated the gorgeous slayer. She didn't know why Faith's beauty always seemed to take her by surprise, but it did.

"It's good to see you." She stepped close to the slayer. Her hand affectionately combed through Faith's hair. "I missed you."

The slayer cocked her head slightly, looking into Willow's eyes, as if she was trying to figure something out. She took Willow's hand and brought it down to her side.

Wrapping her arms around Willow's back, Faith pulled their bodies together. Her kiss was gentle, but thorough, and laced with erotic intent. Willow could feel the muscles and curves of Faith's body. Letting the witch go suddenly, Faith waited.

The redhead embraced the slayer's neck and brought their lips together again. It was no surprise to either woman that their bodies responded immediately. It wouldn't be until the wee hours of the morning that they would both admit how they'd thought of little else since their last interaction.

While Willow slept, the shaman continued to probe the witch's psyche for an opening to free her back magic side. She'd been at it for three weeks and the blue-eyed vampire was getting impatient. Whatever had released the Wiccan's uncontrollable rage, she kept it carefully guarded.

But in the last few days, the witch's mind had been more relaxed and less shielded. The shaman had no way of knowing that Faith's presence made Willow feel protected and safe. Not to mention that the slayer also provided a healthy avenue of distraction.

Several nights later while Faith was still out on patrol, Willow heard her name whispered in a familiar voice. Her eyes shot open as she stumbled out of bed disoriented and confused in the predawn light. Turning toward the foot of her bed she gasped at an image of Tara lying dead on the floor. The pain of the six-year-old vision ripped into her as though it had just happened.

Another image shimmered in Willow's peripheral vision. She tore her eyes away from Tara. An apparition of Warren sneering at her appeared by her desk. Without thinking, Willow shot out a blaze of magical current at the tormenting hallucination. Her fire burst dispelled the illusions of both Warren and Tara. But her flame ignited the map she used to locate Faith. It smoldered, caught fire and then burned, leaving the intricate cloth in ashes.

"What's happening?" Scarlett tried to peer into the recesses of the shaman's hood. "Is she ours now? Will she come to us? Are the slayers vulnerable?"

The demon ignored the vampire questions. Her telepathy gathered strength and pried open the witch's soul. The darkness Willow had tried so hard to lock away was exposed. Both the demon and the witch could feel the evilness seep out into Willow's spirit and mind.

As Faith entered Willow's flat, her slayer's sense immediately detected an ominous presence. She ran into Willow's bedroom and saw her lover standing stock still in the middle of the room. Faith called out to her and even shook her, but Willow didn't respond. She hurried to the desk, scarcely noticing that her map was burned, and dialed Giles' phone number. When he answered, she told him to get to the apartment immediately. "It's Willow." Giles was alarmed that Faith sounded frantic. He'd never known the fearless slayer to panic. "Somethin' bad's goin' down here." Then in a voice that was more like a hushed plea, she added. "Please, Giles…. hurry…" Hanging up, he rushed out the door, dialing Buffy's cell phone as he went.

"She's fighting me." Scarlett was lying on the dilapidated couch in her lover's arms. Raising her head from where it had been resting on Makeda's chest, she got up and crossed over to the shaman. "You're trying my patience." She warned in a deadly voice. "You bring me that witch's evil essence or there will be one less shaman in this world to annoy me." The demon bowed her head. Fear was a powerful motivator.

"The coven in England says that their visions show them that Willow is the victim of a demonic mind meld. It's designed to seduce her dark side out of where she has kept it imprisoned." Giles said as he hung up his phone. "They can't pinpoint its exact origin except to say that it's coming from somewhere on the west side of Manhattan." Kennedy approached Giles. "But that could be anywhere!"

Buffy put a gentle restraining hand on her fellow leader. Kennedy was usually rational and controlled in a crisis. But not where Willow was concerned. She looked over at Faith. Her former lover had not left Willow's side since they'd arrived several hours earlier. Buffy knew Faith. And she could sense that there was a connection between the slayer and the witch that neither she nor Kennedy had been privy to.

Willow was shivering and perspiring at the same time. She was still frozen in the same place Faith had found her. She didn't even seem to be aware of the other slayers in the room. Giles went into Willow's office to wait until the coven could discover a more exact location of the source of the powerful magic that was intruding into Willow's mind. As soon as it could be traced, the slayers waiting in the general area would storm the location.

Suddenly Willow groaned and stopped shivering. Something was happening inside her. Tears began to roll down Willow's face. Faith approached Buffy and Kennedy.

"Don't you get it? You have no evil inside of you." Faith argued. "You have nothing to fight this with." She paused. "I do." Then looking specifically at Buffy, she added softly, "You know I'm right."

Buffy held Faith's gaze for a moment. Then she turned to Kennedy. "Let's go find this thing."

The older slayer locked eyes with the woman who had once been her soulmate. It was clear to her that Faith had to be the one to make the decisions here. Turning back to the younger leader, she said. "Kennedy, go wait with the slayers we have on the west side. When Giles gets the location, find whatever is doing this to Willow and destroy it."

Kennedy took one last look at her first real love, helplessly trapped in the grip of some awful mind manipulation. Her expression hardened. "Consider it done."

"I can do this, B. God knows I have enough evil ammunition." Faith hesitated. "But if I go there and I lose her…" Faith stopped again. "Don't let them have us. Even if it means you have to kill us both." Buffy's face paled. "If there's no way for either of us to come back…" Faith looked into the eyes of the first woman she'd ever loved. She knew that part of her would always love Buffy. But she couldn't bear thinking about either of them being seduced into the ranks of the very wickedness that Buffy and Kennedy annihilated every day. "Please, B…. promise me."

Buffy didn't know how she managed to utter the words Faith needed to hear. "I promise."

Faith approached Willow. The witch was slipping away into the evil recesses of her soul. Faith grabbed her by the shoulders with slayer strength. Willow flinched and her eyes focused for a split second.

With the last of her willpower, Willow concentrated and opened her subconscious to the dark slayer. Their minds came together and centered on a battleground between sinister pasts. Faith found herself in what looked like shadowed room with a concrete floor illuminated by a glaring spotlight. She stood on the edges where nothing could be seen beyond the dark. It was cold and desolate. And she knew that this was where she would fight for Willow's life. The shaman in control was flooding Willow's consciousness with her previous heinous acts. Each occurrence was meant to drive the witch closer to the complete darkness to which she had once come so close.

Faith stood at the edge of the light, now a witness to what the shaman was bringing up from Willow's soul. If this was to be a battle of monstrous acts, then she would have to play and win this horrid game of one-upmanship. And as painful as this would be for her, Faith refused to give Willow up to the forces of evil.

First flashing through Willow's spirit, a realistic image of her hurting Anya appeared within the stark light. Faith concentrated and an image of herself strangling Xander was presented into the arena. Anya's imagery disappeared. The shaman invoked Willow crashing a car and breaking Dawn's arm. Faith countered with hitting Joyce Summers and holding her captive. She flinched slightly at the memory.

Back at the tenement, the shaman turned to Scarlett. "Someone else is fighting me. Someone with very strong evil in their soul."

"I don't care!" shouted the desperate vampire. Scarlett could practically feel the slayers gathering on this side of the city. She needed the witch's power to destroy them. They were running out of time. She grabbed hold of the shaman's robe and shook her. "Just turn her! Fight back! Get her on our side! Now! Or I'll kill you myself!"

The shaman pressed on and a picture of Willow killing Warren emerged from her soul. The thought of it impacted the witch like a physical blow. Faith immediately retaliated by bringing forth the murder of the Deputy Mayor and the Professor. Willow's image faded out again.

"Bring it on." Faith challenged the unknown assailant in her thoughts. "What else ya got?"

Entering the arena now was how Willow had almost killed Giles when he'd tried to stop her rampage. The slayer responded with the long, slow, deliberate torture of Wesley. Willow's vision once again crumbled.

The shaman was so preoccupied with the unexpected opponent that she grew careless about disguising her telepathy. Finally the coven's spell psychically locked onto the location of the black magic. The same black magic that was being telegraphed to Willow now became a tracer. Giles' cell phone rang. 'Gotcha'. He murmured as he hung up and dialed Kennedy's number.

The shaman was desperately searching Willow's soul for the most painful evil the witch had created during her rampage. She decided on the witch's head to head battle with Buffy. Displays of beating down her longtime, dearest friend crashed into Willow's mind, taking center stage.

Faith had expected this. And what she was about to release wouldn't kill her. But she knew she would feel like she was dying. She struck back with the most painful memories of evil in her entire soul. Crushing scenes of all her battles with Buffy were unleashed into the psychic war zone. Like a Gattling gun, picture after picture of fighting, hurting, torturing, betraying, and trying to kill Buffy played out one after another. Willow's one event struggled to find a place. But it was no match for the barrage of destruction Faith had once wrought in Buffy's life. The replications of Willow's acts disintegrated. Her soul emptied of all the evilness the Wiccan had ever conjured; there was nothing left for the shaman to exploit.

As the shaman lost her grasp on Willow's mind, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"What is it?!" Scarlett knelt down next to the demon and grabbed her. "What's the matter with you?! Why are you stopping?!"

The angry vampire looked behind her and saw Kennedy standing inside their doorway with 20 slayers behind her. She would have feared them on her own. But they had Makeda in their possession and there was no greater fear for Scarlett than losing her. Though she knew it basically amounted to suicide, Scarlett charged Kennedy. The undaunted slayer was only too happy to engage the vampire who had tried to orchestrate Willow's meltdown. It was payback time.

Willow was still wrapped warmly in bed. After she'd slept for hours, Buffy had talked with her about the ordeal for quite a while. Then the Chosen One gave Kennedy a chance to say good-bye in private.

She walked over and joined Faith on the couch. The dark slayer looked tired, but insisted she was "five by five."

Putting her hand over Faith's, Buffy said. "I think what you did today was the bravest thing I've ever seen."

Faith surrounded Buffy's hand with both of hers. "I had it under control." She said quietly. "Until it came to you. I didn't know it could still hurt so bad." Looking up into Buffy's eyes, she whispered, "How could you have ever loved me again after all that?"

Buffy put her free hand on Faith's cheek, leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. "You're a part of my soul, Faith." She assured her. "I'll always love you."

Kennedy walked over to the woman who'd saved Willow's life. Though it had never been expressed in words, both slayers knew that they shared a mutual affection and respect. And as much as she'd deny it, Kennedy had worked very hard to emulate her unintentional mentor. "Thanks, Faith."

Faith smiled at the spunky brunette. When she had walked the slayers to the door, Buffy turned to her.

Kennedy nodded her agreement as they left to lead their battalions of slayers once again.

Willow turned to see Faith leaning against her bedroom door. She looked back at the ashes on her desk.

Willow kept staring at the ruin of the cloth map she had used to follow Faith for so long. She was still exhausted from the mental battle the shaman had forced her to wage against Faith. "Yes, I do." She reached out and touched the ashes with her fingers. "This one was yours."

The slayer wrapped her arms around Willow. "I know." Faith brought her lips close to the auburn hair covering Willow's ear. "You won't need it for a while." She brushed the hair aside, kissed the sensitive ear and whispered. "I ain't goin' nowhere, Wil."

The witch sighed in gratitude or weariness or both. Leaning back against the soft, yet sturdy slayer, she covered the arms that held her with her own. "You saved my life." Silent tears threatened to slide down her cheeks. "And I know how much pain that must've caused you."

"I would never let anyone hurt you, Wil," the slayer confirmed. She tightened her hold on the Wiccan.

Willow turned in Faith's embrace, sliding her arms around the slayer's waist. Looking into dark eyes, she searched for some assurance in Faith's declaration.

Faith sighed. "I can't promise that I'll always be here," indicating Willow's home. "But if I need to go, I'll come back."

Willow knew the statement was as much of a promise as Faith was capable of making. There was no doubt in her mind that she would take Faith on any terms. Suddenly she dove her hands into the brunette's luxurious hair, pulling Faith into deep and demanding kisses. Intermixed with the relentless attack Willow pleaded, "Make me forget, Faith…please. Make me forget all of it."

As the witch pulled Faith to the bed, the slayer's dominance sprung to life. She laid the witch down on the bed, opened her robe, divested her of her panties and spread her legs in a blur of motion. She put her middle and ring fingers in her mouth to wet them and then plunged them into Willow's heat. She separated the soft hair and covered Willow's entire clitoral area with her mouth. Her strong experienced tongue set about lavishing Willow with the kind of attention that would make it impossible for her to think of anything else.

Faith's thrusting fingers and her tongue's stimulation ignited Willow's passion immediately. She didn't invoke her protection spell. She wanted Faith's power and passion to shatter any residual feelings of their mental war. All she wanted to feel was the exhilaration that she always felt at Faith's every touch.

As Willow's orgasms overtook her, she released her anguish, her shame, her sorrow and her pain. It wasn't until Faith had kissed her back to serenity that Willow began to cry.

Faith sat on the edge of the bed staring at the earliest streaks of light coming in through the bedroom window. She glanced over her shoulder at Willow who was sleeping peacefully after the intense release and the sweet, gentle sex that followed. She was grateful that the sated witch was blissfully unaware of her turmoil. Faith knew she would stay as long as she could. Then leave when she had to. Things had changed, for both of them.

The unintentional side affect of the demonic, magical liberation of Willow's dark side was actually a complete expulsion of that darkness from her soul. Faith was thankful that Willow would never have to do battle with that blackness again. The pure soul that the witch was always meant to have had been returned to her. Faith, however, had not fared as well. Freeing her evilness to wage war against the demon had brought back all her pain and wickedness to the forefront. And it was just as hard as it was the first time to lock away all that rage inside her again. She could practically feel the viciousness churning just under the surface of her control. Gripping the bed, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on regaining her power over the malevolence.

Willow sighed and turned toward Faith. The slayer relaxed a bit, so as not to wake her lover. Her thoughts drifted back to when she'd been weak, letting the malice in her soul run roughshod over anyone who got in her way. But no one, except maybe Angel, would ever know how much strength she exhibited every day to overcome that destructiveness. And now it seemed as if she would have to start all over to imprison it completely. Willow may have been free, but she was not. And no matter how peaceful and loved Willow made her feel, Faith knew she would always be fighting that which set her apart from her fellow slayers and now from her witch. Her own personal evil.

"I'm here, Wil." The slayer lay back down next to the witch and wrapped the redhead up in her arms. "Go back to sleep. I'm right here."

"You ok?" Willow asked drifting back to sleep once she was again in the comfort of Faith's embrace.

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The Seduction of Willow Rosenberg

by My Osage

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