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Who Says Nothing Can Defeat the Penis?	By : QueenB Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Willow Views: 8115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The fata morganas were working like a charm. Spike saw the fleeting shadows of Buffy everywhere until he thought he was losing his mind. He was certain she was still working at the Doublemeat but whenever he showed, she was nowhere at the counters. The de-invite was still up at the Summers house and the Magic Box.
That social worker was still lurking around--or so they said. He hadn’t seen that woman during the nocturnal hours since that night at the Palace so he didn’t believe for a moment that they needed to keep him out at night. The Slayer was ducking him.
Spike growled low in his throat. It was Red’s doing; he was sure of it. He’d thought that she was jealous of him and the Slayer. But her behavior around the others just seemed to be ordinary friendliness. Except towards him--to him her demeanor ranged from coolness to icy disdain.
Did she somehow know about his nightly shagging matches with Buffy? Thinking that over, he quickly nixed the idea. If that had been the case, they all would have known and stronger steps would have been taken to stop him. He wouldn’t put it past the Harris boy to stake him on sight.
So what was it? If there was anything going on between the redheaded bint and Buffy, he couldn’t smell it. Not that the Slayer was anywhere around to be smelled. There was more magic at work here. He’d bet kittens on it.
But he could wait. Buffy’s friends couldn’t be around her all the time and once she was alone, he’d slip in and seize her. She’d come to him helplessly just as she’d been doing. In the meanwhile, he’d just bide his time.
He let a vicious smile edge onto his face. If there was one thing he had in abundance, it was time.
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To Buffy’s relief, the unnerving evaluation was finally over. Other than some slight concern over Dawn’s slipping grades (a fear which was dispelled when Dawn passed her algebra and history tests with flying colors), Buffy had been given a thumbs’ up.
The past weeks spent with her friends had been great, too. All right, there weren’t any banner-waving moments of delirious happiness, but she was getting there. And she was doing it without Spike’s so-called help.
Whenever she felt the urge to sneak off to his crypt, Willow or one of the others was there to drag her back into their company. It was especially good to be with Willow; they talked, they laughed about everything and nothing in particular. They discussed the future and reminisced about the past. They pigged out on ice cream and donuts. She was re-discovering her friendship with the girl all over again.
She was discovering other things as well. Often she’d catch Willow’s eyes running over her body. Buffy sometimes found herself returning the gesture. When Willow talked easily to Tara, she felt a pang, wondering if the two were thinking of re-starting their romance. And if their hands brushed each other’s a little lingeringly at times, Buffy found she didn’t mind at all.
With Ms. Lerman finally out of the picture, Buffy felt confident enough to ask Tara to remove the Buffy illusions. Willow had been reluctant but the Slayer stood firm. If she was ever going to get Spike permanently out of her system, she had to be able to reject him on her own.
The Scoobies all gathered together at the Bronze to celebrate. Xander rubbed his hands together and said, “Drinks are on me, girls! And this time, there’s no menace-to-the-monster-world to steal my hard-earned cash. Hey, Buffy, where’s Dawn tonight?”
Buffy shifted in her chair. She was wearing a new bright red top with a dark blue pair of jeans to go with it. The blouse had been expensive but she’d been so happy she wanted to treat herself.
“I let Dawn sleep over with Janice tonight. She was too jazzed to stay home and I thought it was okay seeing as she totally aced those tests. Thanks for the tutoring, Tara. It really paid off.”
The blonde wiccan blushed slightly. “It was no problem. Dawn’s really smart. Teaching her was a breeze.”
“I wonder if those monks who created her made her to be so smart or if that’s something she picked up on her own,” Anya mused.
Buffy felt just a hint of annoyance at the ex-demon. Most of the time, they all managed to forget that Dawn wasn’t like other teenagers. Then Anya would pipe up with irritating little statements like that one.
“Hail, hail, the gang’s all here. What are you white hats doing lounging about? Shouldn’t someone be watching Dawn?” The familiar deep baritone announced Spike’s presence to all and sundry.
Buffy gave him a cool look, for the first time in a long while completely unruffled by him. “Dawn’s fine, Spike. Don’t worry about her; she’s my sister not yours. The question is what are you doing here? Isn’t this your night for cheating the boys at kitty poker?”
Spike glared as snickers ran around the table. “I thought you might be up for a spot of patrolling unless you’re too caught up schmoozing with your friends to remember Slayer duties.”
Buffy leaned back in her chair. “We were just celebrating, Spike.”
He pulled up a chair and said with exaggerated unconcern. “Yeah? What about? The whelp lose the last of his baby teeth?”
Xander retorted, “Too bad you’ll never know, Chips Ahoy. But then you’re always the last to know these things, right? Say, Buffy, what say we ditch Nacho Boy here? I’m about all partied out and I want to get home with my lady.”
Spike snorted in contempt. “Oh, aren’t we the picture of domestic bliss? The old lady got you on a string, does she?”
“At least some of us have girlfriends, Spike. We don’t have to go mooning after women who don’t want us,” Xander snapped back. The others stood up, dismissing Spike, and turned to leave. “Hey, ladies, can we drop you off back at the house?”
Buffy and Willow shook their heads. “Nah, Xander. We can manage. You could take Tara with you, if she doesn’t mind. We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
As they broke up outside, Spike settled in beside Buffy, much to her exasperation. “Want to take a turn around the cemeteries, Slayer? We could catch up on old times.”
She shoved him aside, none too gently. “What old times? You sound as if you’ve been off on vacation. News flash, Spike. You have to go away before anybody can miss you. Why don’t you do that? Just take off for five or ten years and see if we care. You could go down to South America, see if you can find Drusilla. Then you can talk to her about old times.”
When Spike showed no sign of leaving, she turned to him with an annoyed sigh. “Spike, we’re not going patrolling with you tonight. But if you feel like kicking demon butt, go right ahead without us. Knock yourself out.”
Spike glanced at Willow. She evidently wasn’t leaving and her presence constrained him from talking to Buffy as he wished. While he cast about in his mind for something to say that would get rid of her, his ears picked up sounds of distress coming from an alley ahead of them. “Look alive, Slayer. I think trouble just came our way.” Without waiting for her to answer, he darted across the street and headed towards the source of the trouble.
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There were four of them and they’d caught a teenager and dragged him into the alley. One of the vamps had him by the throat while the other three looked on impatiently. “Now, I’ve got to ask myself, why four vamps for one human being? Will, how many quarts of blood does the human body hold?
“Just a little over one gallon,” the redhead replied while reaching into her backpack.
Buffy made a tsk-tsk sound. “That’s about four quarts for four vamps. At one quart each, that’s not really a lot. I mean, you creatures of the night can really pack it away so I can’t imagine one skinny human being could feed all of you. Unless three of you aren’t very hungry.”
The three unoccupied vampires growled and began to advance on the trio. Spike whipped out a stake as one of them stopped and goggled at him. “Hey, man! You’re a vamp! Why’re you helping these humans? Are you crazy?”
“Not a bit of it, mate. Just easily bored.” Spike casually ducked his first blow as the others charged the two women. Buffy’s arms windmilled as stakes seemed to appear magically in her hands. She dusted one vamp just before another one crashed into her.
Willow removed two of the small globes she’d hidden in her bag and pulled a pin out of one. “Here, catch!” she yelled and threw it at the vampire nearest to her.
The globe hit him in the chest and a cloud of greenish vapor billowed out. He sniffed and then choked in surprise as a wave of garlic smoke engulfed him. While he was distracted, she hefted a stake of her own and dusted him handily. She was so pleased with her success she didn’t notice the other vampire hiding in the shadows.
The fifth one grabbed her from behind before she knew he was there. He pinned her arms to her sides and covered her mouth with his free hand. As he began hauling her away from the scene he purred, “Let’s get away from your two buddies and take this somewhere private, shall we?”
Buffy had dispatched both of her vamps and came after him. She stopped when she saw the vampire had Willow blocking his body and his teeth hovering near her neck. “Let her go,” she warned.
“What are you gonna do, Slayer? I don’t think you can stake me--not with her in the way.”
Spike advanced on him slowly. “It’s two against one, mate. We’ve dusted your pals. Think you can take us both on?”
The demon hesitated and his yellow-eyed glance wavered between the Slayer and the blonde vampire.
Buffy looked into Willow’s eyes. The terrified redhead couldn’t speak but her eyes darted to the pavement. Looking down, Buffy saw one of the globes Willow had dropped from the vamp’s sneak attack. She snatched it up and yelled, “Suck on this!” Then she pulled the pin and hurled it in his direction.
With her Slayer strength, the impact was much harder than the vampire expected. The globe caught him squarely in the face and he began gasping and coughing. Unfortunately, Spike was standing close to the vamp when the mini grenade went off and he was enveloped in the same noxious gas.
The vamp dropped Willow and tried running away. With his eyes tearing he couldn’t see where he was going; Buffy’s thrown stake nailed him neatly in the back.
Spike leaned towards the ground hacking and choking. The garlic cloud had rendered him temporarily speechless. Buffy ignored his discomfort; she had more pressing matters on her mind.
Willow staggered as Buffy ran up to her. “Will, you okay?” The redhead nodded and then gave a tremulous smile. For a moment hazel eyes met green ones and Buffy felt her chest tighten. She blinked back tears, abruptly aware of how close she’d come to losing her best friend. The two women squeezed each other’s hands.
A disbelieving sound from the alley recesses reminded them of the stunned teenager still slumped against the wall where the first vamp had dumped him. The Slayer and former wiccan walked up to the frightened boy. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be all right,” Willow said in a soothing tone. “Do you live near here?”
The boy nodded. “I-I was just coming out when they grabbed me. Wh-what were those things? What did you people do to them?”
Buffy and Willow exchanged glances. “They were--nothing. It’s just part of the ongoing kookiness that is Sunnydale.” Buffy hoped her flippant remark might keep the teen from asking too many questions. She pointed to his throat. “You should get home and put some disinfectant on that.”
The kid touched his neck and winced as his fingers came away bloody. “Holy shit! That thing--it bit me! Fuck, what am I going to tell my folks? They’re going to freak!”
“Just tell them you got bitten by a dog,” Willow responded.
The kid frowned uncertainly. “Won’t they take me in for rabies shots or something?”
Willow lifted her shoulders and spread her hands. “You want to try telling them the truth? I wouldn’t unless you want to wind up in a loony bin.”
The kid touched his throat again gingerly and then took a really good look at the people who’d helped him. “What about you? How’d you take on those monsters? Aren’t you just girls?”
Spike finally regained his voice. “Oi, what am I--chopped liver?”
Buffy snorted. “I’m not touching that one.” She turned back to the boy. “Forget about us. We’re safe, you’re safe. Just go home. Your folks must be worried about you.” Deciding that further conversation would only complicate an already dicey situation, the two women quickly left the alley without another word.
Spike managed to catch up with them only a block away. “Mind telling me what you thought you were doing back there?”
Buffy replied, with an innocent look, “About what, Spike? Killing vamps? It is kinda what I do.”
“No, sod it! I’m talking about that garlic bouquet you tossed in my face!”
“I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to tell you about them earlier. Okay, I’m not that sorry. Since Willow’s sworn off the magic kick, she’s been trying to come up with non-magical ways of carrying on the battle against evil.”
“That’s right. I whipped up this powerful garlic extract. It’s about a hundred times stronger than anything they’ve got on the market. Xander helped me make these mini-grenade containers--”
“Yeah, that’s real fascinating. What I want to know is what the Slayer was doing throwing them so close to yours truly. You nearly blinded me with that stuff!”
“That’s kinda what they’re meant to do, Spike--blind vampires. And don’t complain to me. I told you to go away and leave us alone. If you hadn’t been around, then you wouldn’t have gotten the salad garnish in the face.”
“And if I hadn’t been around, you’d still be in The Bronze with your posse of superfriends and that kid would have been one more chewed-up vampire corpse.”
“Blaming us won’t work. Like she said, you could have gone out and kicked vamp butt all by yourself. Only you didn’t because you don’t really care about people; you just want to keep macking on Buffy. So don’t play the blame game. If you got in the way, it’s your fault not ours,” Willow taunted.
“Look, Red, me and the Slayer can take on vamps just fine without your help. We could have dealt with that little quintet back there without me needing to get smothered by some pathetic toy of yours!”
“Okay, that’s ENOUGH!” Buffy whirled and glared at him. “Spike, it’s too bad you got hit in the face with the garlic spray but I’m the one who threw it not Willow. If you’re so deeply pissed off about it, then stay away from me. Now can we get home and not fight about this in the street!” Without another word, she spun around and stormed off. The other two glared at each other in silence for a moment then quickly followed her.
Buffy flung a glance at Spike. “When I said ‘home,’ I meant all of us. So why don’t you go back to your crypt? Or you can look for more vampires to dust, your call. I really don’t care as long as you don’t trail after me like a lovesick puppy.”
Willow laughed out loud at that one. Spike sneered at her. “What do you think you’ve got to offer her, Red? Donuts with creamy centers?”
Willow snapped back, “What have you got to offer? Cheap one-liners? Gosh, Spike, pathetic much?”
Buffy threw her arm about Willow in a spontaneous show of affection. “Let’s go, girlfriend. All of a sudden, I’m feeling in the mood for éclairs.”
Willow chortled and reached into her bag. “I’m buying this time, Buffy.”
The dyed blond slung his arms about the two women. “Lead on, ladies. Maybe we could pick up some beer while we’re at it.” Willow and Buffy exchanged an irritated look; then Willow smashed another garlic globe she’d removed from her bag into Spike’s face. He staggered back wheezing from this unexpected assault. By the time the tears had cleared from his eyes, the two were gone.
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In the end, the women had decided against the donuts. Spike would probably have tracked them down again anyway. They came home and stood in the lighted living room.
“Wow, Wills, don’t you think that was a little harsh?”
The wiccan tossed her head. “I don’t care. I’ve had it with his you-and-me-Slayer-against-the-world bull. If he wants to be with you, he’s got to accept the rest of us, too. We’re a package deal, Buffy. He’s got to learn that.”
“I get that. I just think the garlic bomb may have been a bit much, that’s all.”
Willow shrugged it off; she was too tired to care. “Could we not talk about it tonight? I’m seriously fried.” She slid her backpack off her shoulder and flinched. The strap had brushed her neck and a pang of pain went through it.
Buffy’s eyes widened. “Willow….”
Willow looked up as Buffy slowly reached out a hand and brushed her neck. She held out fingertips with small specks of blood on them. “Oh geez, Buffy. That vamp must have scratched me. I didn’t even feel it.”
Buffy swallowed heavily and said, “Well, let’s get those cleaned. I think it’s just a little scratch.”
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In the bathroom, Buffy dabbed at the cuts lightly with an alcohol-dipped cotton ball. She was hyper-aware of Willow’s soft skin under her hands, the sweet smell of strawberries coming from the girl’s skin. She licked her lips and saw the redhead’s eyes follow the movement. “Will--” she cleared her throat and tried again. “Willow.”
“Buffy.”
The blonde woman standing over her paused. “What were you going to say?”
“No, Buffy, you go first.”
“No, forget it. It’s not important.” Seeing a flash of hurt come into Willow’s eyes, Buffy relented. “I-I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. You and I have always been really close. You were there right from the beginning only I never thought about it so much before. You’re a little like Giles to me.” At Willow’s incredulous look, Buffy hastily amended, “I don’t mean I thought of you as a father or anything. I guess I always took it for granted you’d always be here. But you were nearly killed tonight and all of a sudden--”
Buffy took a deep breath. What she had to say next would change everything between them and she could feel herself losing courage. She gazed into Willow’s upturned face and realized that it was worth the risk. “All of a sudden, it seemed as if it would be the worst thing in the world if you died. I--just thought you should know that.”
Willow wasn’t aware that she had stood up. She only knew that one of her closest friends was standing only inches away from her and she felt as if she didn’t know what to do with her hands. She was conscious of everything: Buffy’s breath, the full curve of her breasts, the tip of the scar from Angel’s fangs that she could barely see over the collar of her new red blouse.
Willow was never certain afterwards which of them moved first. All she knew was that she had one tentative hand along Buffy’s cheek and their faces were drawing close for a kiss.
She couldn’t believe how soft Buffy’s lips felt under her own, how tender and pliable. Buffy’s first instinct had been to pull away; this was Willow, her closest friend, a girl she’d liked from the first time she’d seen her next to the water fountain at Sunnydale High. But she didn’t care. Such things didn’t seem to matter.
Or maybe they made all the difference. She wound her arms tightly around the redhead; she wanted this, she really did. The kiss seemed to stretch on and on as Willow opened her mouth and her tongue snaked out and flicked at Buffy’s plush upper lip. Buffy trembled for a moment at that intimate little caress. Then she opened her mouth with a whispery moan.
With this slight surrender, Willow grew more daring. She’d been terrified of pushing Buffy into something she wasn’t ready for, of breaking their friendship. But it was clear that the blonde woman was more than willing.
Buffy had been hesitant at first. She’d never kissed another woman before. Though she’d wondered what Willow and Tara had gotten up to, had been often secretly jealous of the traces of that magical glow she’d seen hovering about the girls like mist after one of their “spells,” she felt hopelessly inadequate now that the moment was at hand.
Now her best friend for the last five years was running her knowing hands over her body. Willow’s hands drifted downward and her fingers rubbed at Buffy’s left nipple through her blouse. Buffy gasped into her mouth as the nub hardened under the redhead’s practiced, teasing touch. All at once the feelings were too much and not enough. She pulled away abruptly and Willow made a sound of dismay. “Buffy, what is it? Did you change…?”
Buffy darted her head forward and kissed her, stilling her questions. “It’s okay, Wills. I just think we should take this someplace more comfortable, don’t you?” She grinned at the delighted look on the redhead’s face and pulled her towards the bedroom.
Willow thought Buffy’s bedroom would be best. She hoped the familiar surroundings would ease some of Buffy’s obvious nervousness. Still, shyness and an overwhelming sense of her own inexperience once again overcame the blond. She hadn’t felt this unsure of herself since her first--and only--time with Angel.
Willow could hardly believe it. Everything she’d thought and dreamt about for the last few weeks was almost within her grasp. She was caught up in an unexpected surge of boldness. She was leading the way; Buffy would have to follow. She drew her friend’s head towards hers again. This time the kiss was fierce as she pulled and nibbled at Buffy’s lips, stroked her tongue with her own and brushed it against the Slayer’s palate.
Buffy’s body shook slightly with the sensations starting to overtake her. Her hardened nipples rubbed against Willow’s. The redhead swept her fingers over Buffy’s breasts, down her blouse and began undoing her buttons one by one.
The Slayer’s glorious skin was revealed to her eyes. Inwardly, Willow wondered how something that had been through so many battles could feel so pliant and luxurious, be so untouched. Slayer healing. Lucky gal.
She let her lips travel down Buffy’s throat and nibbled on the scar. She was startled when Buffy cried out sharply and bucked in her arms. She clutched at Willow so tightly the redhead thought she could hear her own ribs creak.
“Buffy, what happened? Did I do something wrong?”
Buffy gasped for breath. “It’s not that, Willow. It’s…that spot has always been sensitive since…” Her voice died away and Willow could hear the embarrassment in it. So that’s what a vampire bite could do for you, huh? She stored that tidbit of knowledge in the back of her head for later; right now she had to show Buffy there was no shame in having an extra pleasure zone on her body.
She licked at the scar again as delicately as she could and was gratified to feel Buffy shudder in her arms. Deciding to leave that spot for the time being, she brushed her lips over Buffy’s skin until they closed over a nipple. She sucked at it, pulling it with her lips, flicking it back and forth with her tongue. She bobbed her head back and forth between the two, unable to get enough of the small berries. One hand began making slow circles at Buffy’s hip. The other moved between Buffy’s legs and began pressing firmly at her cunt through the material.
Buffy’s hips bucked hard at the grinding rough pressure through her jeans. She was eager to feel more and realized she wasn’t participating as much as she could. She pulled Willow’s head away from her breasts, ignoring her wordless protests. She stripped off the flame-haired woman’s top in one swift motion and half-carried, half-tugged her to the bed.
The two women fell onto the covers and Buffy pushed Willow down effortlessly. She brushed her fingers over Willow’s breasts and relished the sensual sighs the other made. Willow’s arms came up around her and swept over her back. They danced over her shoulder blades and down her spine and came to rest on her cloth-covered buttocks.
She began unbuttoning the jeans and paused in surprise. Buffy wasn’t wearing any panties. Willow had seen underwear in evidence when they were rooming together and wondered whether this was a recent habit and if it was because of her--or Spike. Thoughts of the peroxided corpse brought twinges of jealousy that Willow deliberately pushed out of her mind. After all, Buffy was with her now. Not him.
They quickly dispensed with the rest of their clothes. Willow reached for Buffy again, cupping one well-shaped breast in her hand. She resumed pulling and nipping at the little bud with her mouth until Buffy began undulating beneath her. The soft, nearly inaudible moans were turning into openmouthed cries. Willow switched between the little circles, teasing them into stony pebbles. She ran her tongue down the slim stomach until it dipped into the indented bellybutton. Buffy’s stomach twitched and she laughed almost under her breath. Oh, she was ticklish, was she? Something else to remember.
Willow stiffened her tongue and began shoving it into the navel with a deliberate in-and-out motion. Buffy gasped; the movement was so reminiscent of fucking and so close to where she really wanted it. She was at once impatient to have more; she bucked her hips up, hoping Willow would get the message.
She could feel the redhead smile against her stomach as she slowly trailed her hand down the rough pubic hair. She ran the tip of one finger over the wet clit.
The woman under her gave a hoarse choked cry and quivered. Willow waited until she’d settled down somewhat and then slowly thrust two fingers in to the knuckle. She began sliding them in and out with an expert twisting motion. She let her thumb circle almost lazily around Buffy’s clit until the blonde woman was gasping under her ministrations.
Buffy’s body thrashed on the bed as her hips began to rock and rotate. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow as her hands clutched at the sheets. Recalling her earlier response, the redhead moved up the bed, never once stopping what she was doing. She opened her mouth over Buffy’s scar and sucked hard.
The reaction took them both by surprise. For a moment, Buffy stilled completely, her hips suspended in motion. A low cry seemed to originate in her belly, rising in pitch and volume as it tore out of her throat. Her vagina clamped down on Willow’s hand so hard the former wiccan cried out in shock. Buffy’s hips jerked and shook and her hands seized Willow’s shoulders and held on for dear life as the two rode out the wave crashing through her body.
The two women lay in bed, both shaking from the aftermath. “Wow,” murmured Buffy. “I mean--wow.”
“Ditto,” Willow responded.
“Only one thing could be better,” said Buffy.
Willow raised her head and stared at her in stupefaction. “Better? How?”
Buffy gave her a wicked grin. “If I get to do it to you.”
Willow smiled back at her and reclined against the pillows. “Feel free.”
Buffy brushed her fingers across Willow’s lips. She watched in fascination as the woman’s eyes closed and her tongue snaked out to flick across her fingertips. She ran her hand over her collarbone and began circling around the redhead’s right nipple. She leaned down to kiss Willow as her fingers began pinching at the little target. Buffy ran one fingernail lightly across the nub and was rewarded when Willow gasped and arched her body forward.
Buffy left that delectable mouth and held up one breast. She sucked it into her mouth, trying to take in as much of it as she could. She felt fingers wind in her hair subtly directing her movements. Oh but Willow tasted wonderful, just like the strawberry scent she seemed to exude everywhere. She switched to the other nipple and bit teasingly all around it, lapping it until Willow whimpered in delight.
She trailed her teeth down Willow’s ribs and over her stomach. She paused for a moment, unable to believe she was about to do this.
But Buffy wanted to make this good for Willow; she wanted to bring as much pleasure to this woman as she’d done for her. She buried her nose in Willow’s rough thatch of hair and then brushed her tongue over the moist clit.
Willow’s hips surged up as she caught her breath in astonishment. She hadn’t expected Buffy to do that, not on her first time. But she wound her thighs lightly around the blonde woman’s head when she made it clear that she wasn’t going to stop.
Buffy tried to remember everything she liked about being stroked in this fashion. She lapped at the outer folds, savoring the salty juices that poured off the other woman. She alternated licking and pulling at the velvety nub of flesh. At one time she brushed her teeth ever so gently over it and felt Willow almost buck out of her hands. Sensing that the red-haired woman was close, she concentrated her mouth on the clit as she shoved two fingers into her opening. Remembering what Willow had done to her, Buffy did her best to reciprocate.
Willow had been emitting a steady series of keening cries ever since Buffy’s head had descended on that delicate spot. This final stimulation was too much for her. Her hips pumped wildly into Buffy’s face and she came with an earth-shattering cry.
The two lay together as the heat slowly dissipated from their skin. Feeling Willow shiver, Buffy pulled the blanket over her and kissed her lightly on her forehead. “So.”
“So.”
“What now?”
Willow yawned. “Sleep. Sleep works for me. How about you?”
“Definitely,” Buffy muttered. She paused a moment and then turned a guileless gaze on Willow. “I think I should warn you that I recover very quickly. Slayer metabolism and all that.” Seeing Willow’s alarmed look, she laughed. “No, I’m just kidding you. I’m pretty much worn out. I could sleep for three--oh, I don’t know--hours before I’m ready to do anything like that again.”
Willow threw her a worried stare and then grinned back. “Oh my god, I think I’ve created a monster.”
The women wound their arms around each other, laughing. In moments both of them were asleep.
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The next morning Willow opened her eyes with a genuine feeling of contentment. My, another day starting out with bliss. She moved her head lazily and saw her lover’s blonde head on the pillow. Tara.
Oh shit. Not Tara! She became rigid as memory of the previous night’s events came crashing down on her. It hadn’t been a mere donut smudge this time, uh uh. This had been full-blown, never-to-be-taken-back, headlong tumble into--sex. With her best girlfriend. She lay there, her heart thudding, as she tried to sort out her feelings.
Moments later, Buffy’s lustrous hazel eyes opened and peeped sleepily into hers. “Morning, Willow.” Then the truth seemed to hit her too for her eyes widened and she bolted upright in bed. “Oh my god. We didn’t--”
“Umm, I’m pretty sure we did.” Willow remembered her initial reaction upon awakening but she still felt hurt at seeing the panic in Buffy’s face. Buffy stared at her for a moment while Willow gazed back silently. “Are you okay, Buffy? You look kinda freaked.”
The Slayer’s mouth opened and closed silently. Then she lay down back in the bed lookin the the ceiling. “We did, didn’t we?”
“Yup.” More silence. Finally Willow gave a depressed sigh. “So now what, Buffy? Do you want to forget all this? You want to pretend it never happened?”
Buffy darted another look at Willow’s saddened face. “No! It’s just I feel as if I took advantage, that’s all.”
Willow’s face whipped around. This time it was her turn to stare. “Took advantage? Of what? The situation?”
“No, of you. I know you’re still getting over Tara and you’re fighting the magic addiction. It seemed--well, you know, as if I caught you in a weak moment while you were on the rebound, that’s all.”
Willow didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or giggle. She settled for smiling. “Wow. And here I thought I was taking advantage of you.”
Buffy blinked in bewilderment. “Of me? How could you take advantage of me?”
Willow rolled her eyes. “Oh, I don’t mean physically. I know you could throw me across the room if I put the moves on you if you didn’t want it. I meant emotionally. Since you--came back, you haven’t always seemed to have all the full range of human emotions and I was scared I might be forcing something on you that you’d regret later.”
The Slayer sagged down in bed wrestling with her feelings. Last night had been a revelation in so many ways. She’d realized just how much Willow meant to her. And Willow cared about her; that was very evident.
It hadn’t been just the sex, though that had been terrific. She’d loved the way Willow had let her take her time and the feeling of utter trust she’d felt with her. It was everything that had been missing from her hollow tussles with Spike. Thinking of him caused her to sigh silently and she came to a decision.
“Willow, I don’t have any regrets about what we did. It was beyond awesome. If there’s anything I’m sorry for--it’s that I didn’t tell you about….”
Willow held her breath; she had a feeling she knew what was coming and didn’t know whether she dreaded it or was eager to hear.
Buffy searched her friend’s gaze. She was terrified that this wonderful fragile new feeling that had sprung up between them would be shattered but she felt that she couldn’t let another moment go by without saying what needed to be said.
“I’ve been having sex with Spike.” No reaction. She hurried on, the words rushing out in her desperation to unburden herself. “It was crazy, I know. I’m not even sure why I did it, it’s just I’ve felt so cold since I’ve been resurrected like something’s been missing. It was so awful like dying over and over again. It was only by having sex with him that the feeling would go away sometimes….”
Willow leaned over and quieted her words with a kiss. “Buffy, I know,” she said when she pulled back.
Buffy blinked again. “You know? You know about me and Spike?”
Willow nodded. She was aware that Buffy might be furious for what she was going to tell her but she felt that they both had to be honest if they were to have any chance of staying together. “I saw you weeks ago--outside the Doublemeat Palace in the alley.”
Buffy was absolutely stunned. She felt a confused whirl of emotions rush through her. Hurt, disbelief, shock and rage flew across her face. “You saw us? How could--were you spying on me?”
“No, Buffy, never!” Willow denied in panic. “I heard moaning and thought somebody was being attacked. When I went to investigate I saw you and him doing--you know.”
Buffy’s mind raced as she started coming to a very unpleasant conclusion. “That was when you began acting so nasty to Spike. Is that what all this was about? Were you jealous? Or did you just do this to get me away from him?”
Willow sat up in bed, anger and guilt warring inside her. “Absolutely not! Buffy, I admit I was shocked to see you two together. But I wasn’t jealous. I mean not then; that came later. It was the look on your face. You looked so empty and lost as if whatever was happening was making you go further and further away. It was as if you were disappearing right in front of my eyes.”
She shook her head as she tried to get her thoughts in order. “If I’d thought that Spike would make you happy, I would have given you my blessing. Okay, maybe not my blessing but I wouldn’t have stood in your way. God, Xander’s been my friend since we were kids and I’m not sleeping with him to get him away from Anya and she’s been killing and maiming people for a hell of a lot longer than Spike.”
Willow paused, realizing that she was beginning to sound faintly ridiculous, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to prove to Buffy that her feelings were sincere. “I just wanted to be honest with you, Buffy. All those weeks ago, it was like you were sinking in quicksand. All I wanted to do was bring you out of it.”
Into the light. The thought came unbidden to Buffy as a negation of the taunting words Spike had been throwing at her. Then her gaze hardened again. “And you thought sex was the answer?”
Willow shook her head sadly. “Not sex. Love.”
There was a moment of complete stillness as both women looked at each other. Then Buffy sighed and drew Willow down into her arms. “Spike claims to love me, too, you know.”
Willow winced at being compared to the dyed hazard. “I know, Buffy. But I’m not Spike. If you don’t want me, if you think last night was a huge mistake, then it goes no further. I didn’t tell the others about you and Spike; I won’t tell them about this. We can just act like it never happened--”
Buffy raised her head. “No.”
Willow was uncertain what she meant. “No? You don’t want to pretend?”
“Nix on the pretending. I’m not sorry it happened, I’m sick of lying to my friends and if this is love, then it blows anything I had with Spike right out of the water. Why should I hide this, too, when it’s way better than anything I ever did with him?”
“You want the others to know? Buffy, I’m not asking that; it’s just been one night.”
Buffy considered for a moment. “Okay, maybe it’s too soon to let them know you and me are a couple but I am going to tell them about the Spike fiasco. And if they can forgive that, then letting them know about the two of us should be a breeze.”
The red-haired woman nodded knowingly. “Ah, the old bad-news-first-then-the-good-news ploy. Always a good idea.” Then she did a double take. “Wait a minute! Did you say ‘couple’? Buffy, do you mean it?”
Buffy snorted and tugged at her red hair. “Hey, don’t go picking out curtains or anything--not when I haven’t even told Dawn about this.” The two quickly exchanged a startled look. Damn, they’d forgotten about Dawn.
At that moment, as if on cue, the teenager came bursting in and said, “Hey, Buffy, you up? I had a great time with Janice last night. She’s got the latest--oh my god!”
The two women sat upright in bed and clutched the blanket to their chests. “Dawnie!” Willow yelled. The teenager turned and pelted out of the bedroom.
Buffy jumped up and nearly tripped as her feet tangled on the blanket. “Dammit!” She searched frantically for her clothes; she so did not want to have this conversation with her sister while she was naked.
She hurriedly threw on her clothes as Willow gazed at her, stricken. “Buffy, I’m so sorry.”
Buffy paused at the door and winked at her. “I’m not. Though this wasn’t how I would have chosen for her find out.”
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She walked to Dawn’s door and halted. She’d expected it to be shut in her face, as it had so often been when the teenager was in one of her sulking modes. But it was open and peering around it, she could see Dawn sitting expectantly on the edge of the bed. “So you coming in or what?”
She stepped in hesitantly and closed the door. “Dawn, this thing with Willow…look, I know it was a surprise.”
The teenager rolled her eyes. “What surprises me is that it took this long. What finally happened? Did she take you to the Bronze and get you good and liquored up?”
Buffy gaped at her, the ability to form words temporarily lost. “Wh-what? You mean you expected this? Y-you…just what is it you think you know?”
Dawn smirked. “Come on, Buffy. I’ve seen the way the two of you have been checking each other out the past few weeks. What, you think just because I’m a teenager that I’m blind and stupid?”
Buffy shook her head. “But if you knew, why’d you freak out back there?”
Dawn sighed with that show of exaggerated patience that all teenagers seemed to display to their clueless elders. “I knew something of the UST was going on, but the way you were dragging your feet, I figured you were never going to do anything about it. I was wigged out to see you’d finally taken the plunge, so to speak. So what was it like? Were there fireworks or was it more like bottle rockets?” she asked.
Buffy’s look was bemused and then she ruffled her sister’s hair. “If you have to ask, you haven’t been reading the right books.”
Dawn got up and followed her in protest. “Buffy, please! Willow and Tara would never tell me. You’re my sister, we should share!”
Buffy snorted. “Oh, please, Dawn, I don’t even like sharing my clothes with you.”
“Just a little hint. Did she glow the way she does…?”
“Forget it, Dawn. You’ll just have to use your imagination like Xander.”
Buffy returned to the bedroom to find Willow fully dressed and pulling on her clogs. The wiccan cast her an anxious look. “Is she…all right? About this?”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “Evidently, she was expecting this. She only wondered why we weren’t jumping each other’s bones way before now.”
Now it was Willow’s turn to gape. “I will never understand that girl. How could monks have created someone like that?”
Buffy giggled in amusement. “Don’t ask me. I just have to live with her. It’s asking too much for me to understand her too.”
Buffy hesitated. Then she bent forward and gave Willow a long, sweet kiss. The other girl--no, woman--stared at her when they parted and then gave her the biggest, sunniest smile she had ever seen.
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Buffy started downstairs. She had to make breakfast. She was fairly sure Dawn hadn’t had anything more substantial to eat at Janice’s than fruit roll-ups--“But Buffy, they’ve got fruit in them. What more do you want?”--and all at once she herself was ravenous.
She paused for a moment and stared out the kitchen window. She knew this new turn in her relationship with Willow wouldn’t be free of bumps. There would be problems. But her friends had always been there and she knew they’d stick by her no matter what. The revelation of her torrid shame-filled nights with Spike would shock them to the core and she wasn’t looking forward to the explaining she had to do, but she trusted them. Eventually they’d understand and maybe even forgive her.
And she’d have Willow there to help her through it.

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