Buffy & Xander: 2 Naughty, 2 Good | By : theBrizzle Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Xander Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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((I…I got…yo..uu…you…)) even her thoughts were incoherent, but she needed it to stop. Hated that she needed it to stop. Xander’s hand, large and hot, branding the skin of her breast as he massaged and squeezed. His mouth, wet and his tongue probing deeper…Willow’s tongue deeper. ((Ughh…Will…Ohgod!!))
Willow’s face was slicked with the most intimate juices of the girl who had been her best friend since they were teenagers. The woman whom she had never even considered sexually…not until about two weeks ago. She stabbed her tongue further past Buffy’s sopping center and then scrapped her teeth up and over the swollen nether lips to the peaked nub of her clit and bit sharply. The Slayer jerked off the bed and further into her mouth and Willow tightened her grip to keep Buffy still – she had no idea why she had never considered Buffy sexual. She wanted more…now…she wanted more of her now.
Buffy’s stomach was quivering under Xander’s petting hand when he slipped it away from her breast after tweaking the hardened nub of her nipple. His hand tickled over her stomach and he helped Willow hold Buffy down more, smiling into her mouth. He was so hard against her hip, denied the hot throbbing space between her legs because that’s where Willow was. Willow his best friend who was eating his girlfriend out and making her cry tears of pleasure beneath the two of them. He humped uselessly against Buffy’s hip to try to alleviate some of his own pressure and pushed his hand further down, tangling his hand in Willow hair while he kept kissing Buffy. He was living some sort of dream…some sort of fantasy that was never meant for the likes of him.
((I love you))
Buffy’s voice whimpered into his mind at the implications of the thought alone. ((So much)) he answered back and tugged Willow’s head a little closer to Buffy’s center and heard her whimper at the pressure. Willow moaning against the dripping satin flesh between Buffy’s thighs and Xander could imagine how wet she was…could feel it, and he rubbed his cock harder against Buffy’s leg, making her whimper again.
((Xan)) Buffy ground her hips up towards Willow’s mouth and begged her silently to nip at her clit again…needing her to relieve some of the tight pressure that had built up. Willow slipped one hand away from Buffy’s thigh when it relaxed onto the mattress and replaced her suckling mouth with the pressure of her tweaking fingers, using her teeth to nibble back down to Buffy’s open center. ((Xander)) Buffy tried again once she settled into Willow’s new penetration.
He pulled away at the mental prompt that she didn’t even fully voice in her mind and arched an eyebrow at her. Buffy was panting and flushed and she nodded at him reassuringly. Xander sucked in a deep breath and licked his lips, his eyes going wide. He dove back in for another hard kiss, this time being wetly outdone by the heavily distracted Slayer, and then he pushed himself up.
Willow glanced up when she picked up Buffy’s intention for Xander and she watched him from between Buffy’s thighs as he moved as gently as he could, careful to try to hide his excitement as he straddled the Slayer. Willow refocused on her task when Xander’s ass blocked her view of Buffy’s panting and turned ceilingward face, but she looked again when she heard his loud groan, his body rocking slightly forward while his pants matched Buffy’s.
Xander ground his pelvis into Buffy’s mouth. Her hand coiled tightly around his achingly hard shaft while she lapped at his balls, holding his erection up towards his stomach so that she had complete access. “God, Buff…Buffy…” he humped into her hand and she squeezed him, made him bite his lip to stave off his scream. The bed creaked when Xander leant forward and grabbed the metal bars of the head board to brace himself. He felt Buffy’s teeth scrape over his balls and up the underside of his erection. She licked her palm when she reached her hand and then wrapped it around his cock again, moving it harder and faster.
Buffy’s movements jerked to a stop and she gasped, breathing out Willow’s name quickly. She brought her idle left hand up to Xander’s hip and pulled down a little but more, breathing hard. Buffy could feel Xander shudder above her while she panted hotly on the moist skin of his sac and shaft – cooling them while creating a scalding heat that made Xander shove his hips back down towards her mouth. ((Please baby…I…I’mgonna))
Xander’s thoughts trailed off when Buffy shoved her mouth up and this time caught the head of his cock in her mouth. Breathing hard through her nose while she sucked, swirling her tongue around his rigid member while keeping her lips sealed tightly enough to create a sound so loud…so naughty and dirty that just it alone was enough to make Xander come. He thought he started when Buffy inched back up his shaft and tickled his head with just the tip of her tongue, before engulfing him again.
Willow looked up, her head tilted while she extended her tongue as far as she could into Buffy’s creamy center and then began jerking the Slayer down to meet her mouth. Buffy made an abbreviated grunt with each hard connection and squealed slightly when Willow pushed at her clit hard, making fast tight circles on the slippery silken skin. Her own center was throbbing, pulsing in time with Buffy’s and clenching with Xander’s. Tight and wound and turned on from her own actions. Willow slid the tip of her tongue through Buffy’s nether folds, separating them in her wake and pinching her clit. She could make herself come with them…ohGod she wanted to come with them. A burning intense pleasure seizing her inside and threatening never to let go.
“Willow,” Buffy’s voice was a whimpering pleading imitation of the supposedly mighty Slayer. Xander bit his lip at her tone…he wasn’t used to it calling out another’s name…Willow’s name, and if possible he got even harder even though his erection had slipped from between her lips. He slowed his thrusting while his cock rubbed lightly against Buffy’s cheek, her breath cascading up the side while she breathed hard and he unintentionally smeared his leaking precum on the soft perfection of her skin. He just couldn’t stop moving against her, especially not when she voice was begging for some sort of respite.
Willow felt everything tighten in her lower abdomen. Her stomach and uterus and the pulsating walls of her saturated, but untouched cunt. And she could sense Buffy’s confusion and fear at what the feeling was creating…it was working and Willow could tell the orgasm that Buffy’s body was building was unlike any the Slayer had ever experienced in the past. The redhead glanced up and studied Xander’s ass and spit slicked balls, still blocking her view of the Slayer and she could see his aborted flexes, Buffy’s hand guiding the measured movements. ((Let it go, Buff…its ok))
((I’m…I havetago…))
Willow dove back into her task. ((Let go)) Her other hand slide smoothly over the sweat moistened skin on Buffy’s other thigh to her opening and she gathered two before slipping them inside. She moved easily into the hot willing flesh, but immediately felt Buffy clamp down with a moan.
((Youhaveta…gottastop)) The Slayer was out and out begging. Her eyes dripping tears and she bared her teeth into Xander’s hip, almost wishing he would move. She needed to breath…the room…she jerked hard off the bed and cried out, Xander matching her exclamation when she spasmed around Willow’s fingers. He moved his hips back and to the left, shifting his erection and when her mouth opened he positioned it back between her lips, whimpering with her when her lips wrapped around him and resumed a hard, retaliatory suction.
“Yessssss…” he was grinding into Buffy’s mouth again and feeling a lancing pain in his abdomen that made him want to cry and laugh and scream and cum…
Willow’s fingers slid up the under side of Buffy’s clit, pressing hard and forcing more jerky movements from the Slayer. ((Let go, letgoletgo)) she was chanting, whispering and moaning through the link because her mouth was busy. Buffy’s vaginal walls clenched tight and her hips pounding out a rhythm with her fingers.
“WILLOW!!!”
Buffy felt the first spurt of Xander’s cum hit the back of her throat and she turned her mouth away from his erection. The blinding intensity tore through her and she couldn’t see…was only vaguely aware of the sporadic hot splashing of Xander’s orgasm against her cheek while he ground out her name. She had never felt it before and it completely overshadowed any previous orgasm she had ever had, even with the man who was hovering, sated, above her head. Buffy felt her body explode, literally. The pulsations pushing waves upon waves of wetness down towards Willow’s still active mouth, and gushing…
The Slayer tensed for a long momehen hen her release came, gripping Xander’s hips in a bruising hold and digging her nails into the skin there while her body convulsed. She heard Willowglingling through the pounding of her heart in her ears and opened her eyes dazedly when she felt Xander collapse to her side, leaning against the headboard.
“Jesus, Buffy,” he gulped in a breath of air before speaking, casting a glance to the still limp Slayer and feeling another wave of arousal spike through him at the sight of her relaxed and flushed face, evidence of his orgasm still marring the softness of her cheek. Buffy moaned at the sensation that it caused him, partially. The other reason would have to be the fact that Willow was still lapping at the space between her legs and creating an ache that was borderline painful when she nipped at the hypersensitive flesh. “Did you just…” Xander finally found his voice enough to pose a question and then Wicca’s mental giggles came to fruition over the panting breaths flooding the room. “What’s so funny Wills?” he asked while keeping an eye on Buffy’s still twitching form.
The redhead pulled away from the Slayer’s center, smiling deviously and wildly, and licking at her lips. She sat back on her shins and her smirk grew at Xander’s wide eyed expression while he studied her face, still dripping with the fluid from Buffy’s orgasm.
He knew that she had come hard…even more so than usual of late and it felt completely different, even for him, but Xander had not been expecting – he licked his lips when he saw another drop of fluid drip from the end of Willow chin.
“I turned your girlfriend out,” she whispered with a distinct superiority in her voice.
((I think I peed.)) Buffy still sounded out of it, but Willow was gently stroking her thigh and Xander was breathing hard and warm beside her. She was laying in a cooling pool of her own juices on the cotton sheets and couldn’t find the strength to even roll to a new spot on the bed. The Slayer didn’t even feel like she was completely in her own body yet, but she noticed the bed shifting when Xander moved to glance down at Willow’s handy work with a breathy chuckle of disbelief.
((I think you’re right.))
Buffy may have been coherent, but the Slayer’s defensiveness sparked to attention momentarily when she weakly ordered her boyfriend to shut up. She was glad that she could think it and not have to say it because then she felt Willow, straddling one of her legs and covering her body with her own softness. Buffy groaned and tried to arch away from the hard pressure of Willow’s thigh pressing against her still quivering pussy, but it was quashed when the redhead kissed her hard, Xander’s fingers entangled in her hair and holding her head up to his best friend’s…watching them and letting them turn him on. ((Spurty goodness, huh Buffy?))
((Too intense to label)) Buffy moaned when she felt Willow’s tongue lap up the hint of Xander’s essence that was still on her face.
((Doesn’t he taste good?)) Buffy’s voice was sultry and both of her current partners knew that her answer to her own question was yes.
((Almost as good as you)) Willow purred and nipped at the tip of Buffy’s tongue, making her groan.
So they kissed. Buffy still sore, but rapidly moistening against Willow’s thigh as she rubbed against her center, and the Slayer shifted her corresponding leg to mirror the action. Willow hummed into her mouth and Xander pushed her head up harder to increase the contact while the three of them lay entangled on the mattress.
((I want you to learn how to do that)) she whispered to Xander.
((I might need to see it again then)) Xander answered in a low growl.
Buffy ran her left hand down from Willow’s back and let her fingers trace over the hot smooth skin of her thigh before grabbing her ass hard. She made the Wicca grunt under the force and she pulled the other woman closer to her. She could see in Xander’s mind all the mental images of, what she assumed was every porno he had ever seen, and just hoped that she…that they would be able to make that come true for him.
((We are)) Willow assured breathily from above her, kissing her harder. The redhead pulled back slightly and Buffy’s tongue followed, teasing through open mouths. ((Look at him)) They both turned to Xander, eyes locked with his wide ones, and maintained a lopsided kiss, licking at each others mouths. ((He’s so hard))
Buffy giggled and turned her head to capture Willow’s tongue in her mouth while she knew she was still staring at Xander. ((That’s cuz he wants you)) Buffy whispered with a slight whimper. She squeezed Willow’s ass again and got another gasp, a moan of her name, and brought her other hand up to reach towards Xander. She scratched his nails lightly down his slick chest and twisted her fingers over the beads of his nipples. ((He’s wanted you since high school…haven’t you Baby? You’ve wanted Willow for so long…))
Xander’s face turned into a tight frown at Buffy’s kitteny voice, teasing him while she kept kissing Willow. While Willow kept watching him and kissing her back. He gulped in a breath, his fingers tightening in Buffy’s hair, pulling and making her whine and her mouth open in a gasp.
((She wants you too)) Buffy told him softly when she and Willow were separated because of Xander’s tug. ((She’s so wet thinking ab…)) Both she and Willow were surprised by the force and speed that Xander dove in with and engaged them both in a sloppy three way kiss. Tongues thrusting out, meeting, lapping. Mouths closing haphazardly against the corners of lips and air, missing full contact. Xander held Buffy’s head in one hand while his other found a place next to hers on Willow’s ass, pushing her harder into the rubbing between Buffy’s thighs and making both moan and work faster, making them feel closer to a madding release that he wanted to experience with them. ((Tell him Willow)) Buffy ordered in pants ((Tell him that you want him. Say it. Tell him what you want him to do))
Xander turned more towards Willow and Buffy exalted in the control that she had over him. Her prompting making him even harder against her hip and under the throbbing intensity he gave his attention to Willow. Xander occupied the Wicca’s whole mouth and used his kiss to force her off of Buffy. He made her lift up with him and guided her movements with his hand on her hip. The movement was a little jerky and awkward, but with an urgent insistence, Xander maneuvered Willow so that she was laying on her back, heads at the foot of the bed while he moaned into her mouth.
Willow was pillowing him, a completely new softness than how Buffy felt beneath him. She was kissing him with a passion that he knew she had – he had been privy to it before, but never to this magnitude. Never from between the cradle of her bare thighs, hugging his hip as she adjusted herself beneath his weight with a deep groan. Her fingers tangled in his hair while Xander’s hands ran over her shoulder and down to her breast, cupping her and squeezing and making her arch her torso into him. He was hard against her and Willow hummed at the sharp contrast of Xander’s groping in comparison to the soft trailing of Buffy’s hand when the Slayer sat up and ran it up her thigh, joining with Xander’s on her hip.
((Xander))
The breathy calling of his name that reminded him of another time. A much more innocent time where *this* was always in the back of his mind, but he doubted the validity of such concepts. Willow was breathing hard through her nose and grinding her hips up against his – holding him so tight that he couldn’t position himself correctly to slide into her like he so wanted to do, and moving in time with the rhythm that Buffy was grinding out for them. Xander just knew that his girlfriend was smiling and he mentally stuck his tongue out at her…physically he just stuck it further into Willow’s welcoming mouth and groaned while he rubbed himself against the culminating liquid building between her legs.
Buffy leaned down and bit sharply into the back of his shoulder and elicited a hard thrust of his hips against Willow, who gasped and slammed her back up. ((I wanna see you do it)) Buffy’s mouth kissed up his shoulder, over the side of his throat where she paused to trace the taut muscles with her tongue, before continuing up to his ear. She lapped at the lope and caught it between her teeth. ((I want to see you fuck her…)) she was growling into his ear – Xander’s favorite sound and it made him that much harder against Willow’s hot center. The Slayer slipped down the side of Xander’s cheek to his mouth and kissed the corner of his lips, Willow immediately turned from Xander’s kiss and caught Buffy in an equally deep encounter while he dropped his head to her neck and lapped at the skin there. ((I want you to beg him to.))
Willow whimpered when Xander bit not to gently into the side of her neck and let his fingers tweak her nipple once more before pressing lower and the she gasped when he palmed her swollen sex – his palm cooling in comparison to the heat that she was radiating. Xander massaged her pussy with hard slow movements, growling into her mouth as her wetness coated his palm, and then he drew up two fingers and slipped them inside of her. He ground back down on her when his action made Willow arch her back off the bed with a whimper.
The thought that only Oz had ever touched her that way flashed through Willow’s mind…the only time a man had ever touched her *there* so long ago…
Buffy smiled into her friend’s mouth when Xander groaned and press his fingers harder into Willow’s tightness. His excitement was undeniable and he started rubbing the base of his penis against the palm of his hand while he kept the steady pump of his fingers into her.
((She’s only ever had one other man, Xander)) Buffy pulled back from Willow’s suddenly slack mouth and licked her bottom lip before biting into it gently. ((Imagine how good it’ll feel when you’re inside her. Imagine how real you’ll feel…she wants you to make her feel))
“Bufff…” Xander growled against Willow’s throat and kissed his way back up her chin, licking at the residue of Buffy’s earlier orgasm and more recent kiss before catching Willow’s lips again and turning her away from Buffy. Xander didn’t break the lip lock while he moved his fingers inside of her easily. The noises that Willow was making combined with Buffy’s mental scenarios of him taking her was making only made his cock feel heavier and throb harder – made his hand move harder and faster within the hot muscle walls that held them.
He had tested to see if she was ready for him and had moved well on the way of bringing her off in his palm. His fingers moved harder, the heel of his palm smashing into her clit on ever stroke and he lapped up Willow’s cries. “Xannn… Xander…”
He opened his eyes briefly to see her and was surprised at the near pained expression that it drew to her face. Xander glanced toward Buffy and sucked in a gasp of air, her face flushed and her body shaking slightly and he wasn’t even touching her. He felt that by looking at her that he might as well be, as she rocked slightly in place, her lower lip caught between her teeth while he body built up to release in time with her best friends. Xander smiled to himself and grabbed Buffy’s chin, startling her, and drew her into a hard willing kiss, all while reveling in how Willow’s inner muscles fluttered lightly around his invading digits… and then he pulled them out.
“Now,” this time it was Willow who had managed to voice a demand. “Do it now, Xander.”
She was open and ready for that full penetration. The one that made Buffy pant and cry and scream. Tighten and convulse and feel her best friend inside her. Willow wanted that so badly. Buffy dropped her head to the other side of her throat and kissed the artery there and Willow felt her giggle against her skin. “Make him do it now,” she begged despite herself.
“Xander,” Buffy gave a lick against Willow’s neck and didn’t lift her head to make eye contact with her boyfriend. “Xander, she’s begging you.”
((I know))
“Do you?” Buffy kissed the side of Willow’s mouth belatedly and rolled over to the side of the bed, busying herself in a drawer for the briefest of moments before she was back and covering Willow’s side. “Do you have any idea…” a hard throb shot through her swollen unsatisfied sex and her words caught briefly on an intake of air. The Slayer looked down at Willow when the pulse abated slightly and she smiled at her tight frown. “She wants you so fucking bad, Baby.”
“I know.”
“Is she ready?” Buffy kissed her way up to Willow’s shoulder while the Wicca kept her arms locked around Xander. “I don’t want you to hurt her.”
((How would I do that?)) Xander was smirking at her confidently in his mind.
((Well, your dick is so big)) The Slayer licked the sweat sheen of her girl friend. ((And it’s only her second one)) Willow made a short cry at Buffy’s tone and lunged up to engage Xander in another hard kiss.
Xander moaned and pulled back slightly from Willow to create some space between their hips and he slipped his hand around his shaft.
((Xander)) Buffy distracted him and he turned to look at her, her tone giving him a worried pause. She smiled at his apprehension and Xander relaxed the slightest bit. ((Lift up some.))
He did as he was told and rolled away from a disappointed Willow the slightest bit and watched with a disbelieving smirk as Buffy opened a condom and rolled it on to his shaft, moving slow and making him groan at the pressure of her hand. “It’s not like I’m gonna catch something from Wills,” his sarcastic tone held a sense of disappointment.
“I know,” the blonde murmured and then leant in for a soft kiss before gripping Xander’s hip and rolling him back into place above Willow. The redhead groaned at the tickling sensation of Xander’s girth poised and still at her willing entrance. ((I want you to fuck her until she comes)) Buffy whispered ((Like you do me)).
Willow’s legs tightened further in anticipation, but Buffy continued, still holding Xander’s gaze. ((But I don’t want you to finish inside her)). All three were staring at each other, ready to complete this act. They were going to complete this act, and all wanted to. But one thing was zipping through Buffy’s mind and she made it clear.
Xander was hers. No other woman, not even his best friend, and not even now could have him like she did.
He hardened further at Buffy’s possessiveness and gripped himself again. He pushed the head in and paused, swallowing Willow’s gasp in an insistent kiss and being burned by her internal heat.
((You’re mine)) Buffy whispered with conviction.
((I am)) Xander was certain of that. Sure of it as anything he ever knew and he grit his teeth as gently as possible into Willow’s lower lips and pushed his hips forwards again. Locking himself with his best friend since he was a child and was astounded at the intensity of the feeling. “Willlsss…” his voice a deep breathy hiss into her now open mouth.
He could feel Buffy looking at them, her hand moving delicately over the base of his spine and tickling over his ass crack and he licked at the slight film of perspiration that was starting to cover Willow’s skin and gave a first hard thrust against her bare core and turned her high pitched moan into a squeal. He loved that Buffy kept touching him, caressing his hot skin and staying with him while he fucked their friend.
Willow was completely tight and rigid beneath him, her mouth open and eyes shut. Panting in a mixture of surprised delight when he ducked even further down and caught the hard peak of her right nipple in mouth, and pain at the fullness of his cock buried so deep inside of her.
((You always feel so good)) Buffy’s voice, to Xander but in Willow’s mind.
The grip of her thighs slackened around his sides and her fingers wove themselves into his hair while he slid his hot mouth all over the aching skin of her breast – laving with firm strokes of his thick tongue where he had nibbled with his teeth moment before and then kissing his way across her chest to repeat his action on the other side. Back and forth he switched with no particular pattern while she writhed beneath him.
With a moan Xander continued to work his spot. The one that kept him so deep inside and locked their bodies together while allowing him to keep his arms around her, even when Willow gasped into his mouth. He pulled back a fraction of an inch and looked down into her face, his mouth open and sucking in gulps of air while he shook against her with every slow thrust. Their lips were touching, shaking against each other, without any attempts to kiss. He watched her react to the feeling of them together and was reborn in the feeling of her delicate, but apparently exceptionally strong, arms wrapped around his middle. Xander watched her expression while she groaned with each slow push inside her heat…her fire, it was fire that he was wrapped in. He never thought he would ever see that face on her. His Willow and she was still so beautiful. Her eyes opened and smiled at him when her mouth couldn’t and all of the sudden he was watching Buffy kiss her.
((She is beautiful))
He was sliding so easily in the creamy velvet and when Buffy pulled back from the contrastingly soft kiss that she had initialed he could see that Willow was fighting to keep her eyes open. They were dark and unfocused in the minimally lit room. Her body moved with every thrust and their bodies shook together, building up the release slowly.
Xander was fighting to keep control and was barely moving inside of her. He wanted to be able to draw this out for himself…for Willow. He didn’t want her to regret that they were doing this and he wanted to please her, could tell that he was by the way she was clenching around him. He moved in short strokes to keep them more connected than apart and rubbing that spot so deep inside her and was fully aware that Buffy was watching his face closely, gauging his expressions.
((You’re beautiful too)) Buffy told him softly and leant forward to kiss his shoulder. She sucked at the roundness of it and Xander’s hand snaked up quietly and seized her breast, making the Slayer gasp in surprise. She arched into his hand while he squeezed her in time with his thrusts into Willow’s body.
He was digging through her mind in an attempt to control himself and she felt him stop when he found something that not even Buffy had fully even acknowledged yet. ((Touch yourself)) he beckoned with a hard squeeze and thrust that made Willow drop all inhibitions and cry out. ((You want to…I want you to)) He dropped his hand quickly down her tight abs and ghosted then past the skin of her pussy before darting them back up to her breast again. ((Touch yourself for me.))
With a moan Buffy arched into his hand again and dropped her hand down to her own center, parting her folds and biting her lip to stifle the moan at her minimal stimulation, thus far, of the saturated skin there.
((She’s touching herself Willow)) Xander dropped a quick kiss into Willow’s mouth. ((Watch her)) He turned her face with his kiss until he could see Buffy’s hand moving between her legs.
Willow moaned at Buffy’s display he fingers apparently moving inside her body now, the sight of the hand Xander wasn’t bracing himself with playing with the Slayer’s nipples, moving back and forth. Willow relaxed even more, opened herself more to Xander’s penetration and smiled disjointedly at his thankful groan when he slid deeper and she lifted her legs higher around his waist and locked them in place. Her knees rested just below his shoulders and they both groaned as he slid in even deeper.
Buffy rotated her hips up against her hand and heard Xander whimpering. ((Kiss him)) she demanded harshly of Willow, her orgasm building. ((Iwannasee…kiss him))
She dropped her idle hand down to Xander’s and brought it from her breast to her mouth, sucking at his fingers and slicking them before sliding them back to her chest and watched Willow and Xander obey.
He turned to her again after a moment, breathing heavily and he looked at her through hazy darkened eyes. Acting quickly Buffy leant forward, jamming two fingers deeper into her body and quashed her lips to his. Her tongue moving into his mouth as deep as she could force it. His pace picked up in Willow and he used one hand to grip her tighter to himself…held on so tight.
“Yessss…XanXanderyes…” One hard clench inside her at hearing Willow’s exonerations that held while Buffy’s hips jerk up against her palm, ruining the previous rhythm and drumming out a new one. An erratic spasming of her pelvis that matched what was fluttering all around her fingers hardness inside of her, and Buffy never turned broke the kiss.
Willow groaned and opened to him, deep inside, and hoped that her gaze would convey what she was feeling right at that moment. What he had caused her to feel while her heart pounded in her chest and her walls convulsing around his hard flesh…the heated fullness that she had only experienced once so many years before.
Xander’s movements became even rougher, impossibly deep when the tingle started in his back, moving like lightening all throughout his body and deviating in his groin. Slamming deep inside and he broke Buffy’s kiss, diving back to Willow with harsh exhalations when he kissed her again, tight and closed lipped when he felt his balls ten aen and on that first surge and with the consent of Willow’s acknowledging moan their kiss segued into a deeper wet caress.
Willow held him tighter while he suckled her lips, filling the condom with uneven thrusts until he finally relaxed completely on top of her. Mirroring Buffy’s expression at her side. The Slayer grinned lazily and propped herself up on her arm, leaning into Xander and kissing him fully, then he caught Willow’s chin with a shaky hand pulled her into the caress of lips and tongues. They nipped with lazy smiles and teased with the tips of their tongues while staying locked together.
“He feels so good in there doesn’t he?” Buffy’s voice was shaky and she was smiling, turning to kiss Xander alone. She traced her fingers lightly over his side, staring at his face and veering off towards his groin when she reached his hip. Buffy pulled him out of Willow as gently as she could, but the redhead still moaned at the loss of him. Buffy heard the sound of protest but pulled Xander towards her anyway; sliding him from between Willow’s legs and leaning back with him half on top of her.
((Buff)) Xander could barely breathe and Buffy was insistently sucking on his tongue. He needed just one more minute and knew that Buffy knew that. She just didn’t seem to care and Xander was no match for an insistent Slayer…he doubted that he would be any match for Buffy if she weren’t the Slayer.
((You tired?)) she taunted him while settling him between her spread thighs and he groaned into her mouth. Buffy framed his face with her hands and pulled away from the kiss, gazing into Xander’s post-coital droopy eyes. “You wore him out Will,” she laughed and caught Xander’s ghost of a disapproving scowl.
“I’m not tired,” he denied but then sucked in a huge gulp of air when Buffy’s hands left his face suddenly and dropped to his hips, one sliding between them and grasping his member.
“You’re not hard,” she pointed out and moved to remove the spent condom with both hands, applying gentle pressure to make him wince and dare him to deny her claim. “I’m touching your cock and you’re lying between my legs and there are two naked girls in the bed with you and you’re not hard.” She said all of this while idly stroking him and watching his anguished expression. “Don’t tell me that that’s all you got for your first threesome?”
((First?))
“The way its looking it needs to be your last too,” Buffy cocked an eyebrow and leant up for a light kiss to undo any bruised pride at her jibes. One thing that Buffy had never been shy about admitting to him was that hew hew how to get the job done. Be it with speed, force, or duration Xander knew how to get the job done, and then some. “You broke my boyfriend,” she mock glared at Willow who managed to turn slightly to grin at her. ((Or maybe it’s a joint malfunction)) Xander’s breathy chuckle blew the hair on the side of her face and with a grunt she hugged himser ser to her with her arms and legs. “I didn’t get any that time,” she pouted exaggeratedly for effect and made doe eyes at him. “You’re not going to fuck me too?”
“He does that everyday,” Willow commented finally, “let him break the monotony.”
Buffy surprised both of her lovers when she rolled her and Xander over on the bed, reversing their positions so that she was hovering over him, but looking directly into Willow’s eyes. “You’re so asking for it.” A shiver went through Xander at the heated sultry tone that her threat was relayed in while she rubbed the cropped fur of her pussy over his now responding cock. He knew that Buffy felt him begin to harden beneath her when she turned her predatory gaze to his without even a hint of a smile. Serious Buffy who was about to take whatever she wanted always turned him on, and she dropped a heavy wet kiss to his mouth. Moaning and writhing on top of him while she gripped his shoulders in a bruising hold.
Xander raised both arms slowly with the intention of wrapping them around her when Buffy pulled away.y wey were burning from the heat between them already, but were being eviscerated by the intensity of Willow’s gaze. With a deep breath Buffy grabbed both of Xander’s wrists and pinned them to the mattress at their side. She knew that he thought that it was his message to lay still and let her have him, after all he had recovered and was hard enough to fuck her as she had obliged earlier…getting more so by the second what with her gyrating on his lap. Xander bit his lip and squeezed his eyes closed in anticipation for the moment that she would take him inside her…maybe ride him while sucking on Willow’s tongue…Willow palming her breasts and leaning in closer to…he groaned again.
Suddenly his left hand was freed and he opened his eyes to the devious smirk of his girlfriend. He followed the path of Buffy, now extended, arm to find that she was enacting his mental image – her hand engulfing the expanse of Willow left breast while she redhead arched into her touch. Buffy massaged the creamy skin of her friends breast and then tweaked the hardened pink nipple between her fingers. “I think Wills need a stern talking to about making me have to wait for what’s mine,” she pulled her hand away quickly and sucked on her fingers, slicking them and replacing them on Willow’s chest.
“Talking to?” Willow licked her lips and questioned on a deep exhale.
((Tongue lashing))
Willow opened her eyes to see Buffy mirroring her previous action, moistening her kiss puckered lips and slinking off of Xander’s body. He tried in vain to make a weak grab at the loss of her so close, but Buffy ignored him.
((You had your chance)) Buffy mock scolded him when Xander pouted. ((I have to teach the redhead a lesson…))
((You teach me?)) The witch teased good naturedly. ((I don’t think you were coherent enough to remember everything I did to you…let alone repeat it.))
((Nobody said I was going to do *that*)) The Slayer smiled with her lips barely touching her friends. She was only partially kissing her, light brushes and pecks and she pulled back whenever it seemed that Willow would try to insinuate a deeper connection – seeking her tongue with her own.
“Sure they did,” Willow murmured weakly after being denied again. She felt Xander’s hand tangle in her hair and knew he was letting the game play out…that Buffy had probably told him to just wait a second longer to see what other fantasy of his she could bring true. So Xander was waiting, and watching and throbbing and making Buffy wetter and more restless by his own response. Making her wet because of Buffy on top of her rubbing and panting and teasing.
“Oh yeah?” Xander suddenly pulled one of Buffy’s hands away from Willow’s shoulder and molded it to her breast again, squeezing it under his own, surprising the Slayer. He was fascinated by the sight of their hands together on another woman. “Who?” Buffy breathed.
((You)) Xander’s eyes darted up and locked with her hazel-gray, holding and making her moan in her position straddling Willow’s hips. ((You said it.))
She let his gaze go without so much as a acknowledgment and ducked down, pressing her parted lips to Willow’s clavicle where she bit and licked at the flushed skin there. Buffy slowly slid down until their pelvises were pressed together – wet heat to wet heat, and she shuddered at the feel of Willow’s coarse pubic hair tickling her were she was bare. She felt Xander crawl up on his knees at her side and then his lips were on her shoulder as she moved lower on Willow’s writhing and panting body beneath them. Xander’s hand reached up and ran smoothly over the silken skin of her back, making her arch and grind her breasts into Willow’s stomach, and he swept the loose hair over her opposite shoulder. Her neck was exposed by his action and that seemed to be Xander’s intention when he shifted more on the bed, keeping his mouth attached firmly to her skin, but sliding it to the back of her neck, laving the vertebrae there while he crouched behind her now.
Buffy whimpered when Xander’s arms encircled her from behind, hugging her tight with already twitching muscles and keeping his cock positioned tight against her ass. The Slayer was trying to move precisely along Willow’s body. Trying to remember everything that had ever been done to her that she liked – made her cry out and clench the sheets like Willow was doing, but Xander was insistently pulling her down Willow’s body, closer to his own, and she was sure that she was missing places that she should hit. Willow had experience with pleasing other girls…and that might even be a little bit of an understatement; but on her inaugural run, Buffy didn’t want to be a let down…
But Xander was lapping at her neck and across her shoulders with a heavy thick tongue, biting at her flesh and scrapping it with his teeth, brushing and nuzzling with his nose. His large hands were cupping her breasts, squeezing the firm swells and pinching the taut puckered tips, and he was rocking against her. All he would have to do would be to shift down on one of his repetitively fruitless thrusts and he would be inside of her so easily, Buffy was that wet and open. Her body was practically begging for him to just take it. Willow’s was doing the same.
((Lower)) Willow’s voice was a pleading growl and she raised a tingling hand to Buffy’s head, running it thought her blonde hair with just enough pressure to dislodge the Slayer from her nipple.
She could have resisted the urgent request from Willow and kept washing her tongue back and forth over the dark pink tip of her breast, but with a finial sharp bite she replaced the suction of her mouth with the pressure of her hand her nipple and followed the movement down. Both she and Xander were pulling at her – guiding her to where their bodies most wanted her. Buffy placed wet sucking kisses over her friends abdomen, dancing over her rib cage and as she got lower Xander’s grip glided from her chest to her hips.
((Spread my legs))
Buffy was shaking, only partially with nervousness, as she carried out Willow’s order. The heavy sweet scent of her overwhelming the Slayer for a split second as she was exposed fully to her for the first time Xander, through his massaging of her back and ass, managed a deep chuckle when he caught her idle consideration of the new angle she was viewing Willow at. ((How do I do this?)) she voice was a shaky whisper as Xander began moving down her back, tracing a line with his tongue over her spine.
Willow’s hands fisted the bed in anticipation, “Do what you like…wanna know what you like…”
“You did what I like,” Buffy murmured even as she extended her fingers and brushed them against the slick wetness that coated and leaked from Willow’s core. “How do I do that to you?”
“Practice,” Willow laughed breathily.
The Slayer would have retorted if she had been able to think of anything funny to say, anything with the least amount of bite and wit, but she came up empty. She couldn’t really think of anything because Xander, with a growl at the conversation above him, had just slid his hand down the curve of her ass, spreading her more to him with his other hand and planting a kiss on the small of her back, and delved two fingers into her from behind. He was off and running as soon as her wet heat clamped around his digits and Buffy’s mouth opened in a low groan that started in the very pit of her stomach.
The speed at which Xander was moving behind her, his lips placing sporadic kisses on her rear while he pumped into her forced Buffy, mouth open in a cry of surprised ecstasy, into the slick swollen flesh between Willow’s thighs that she had been staring at – inadvertently forcing her first taste of another woman’s most intimate parts. Willow let out a high pitched squeal and her hips jumped off the bed in shock, but Buffy with only the slightest hesitation, stayed where she was. She fastened her lips around the exposed bud of flesh at the top of Willow’s passage and alternated between sucking and nipping at it. Her finger’s mirrored her boyfriend’s behind her and spread the redhead’s folds the slightest bit more and she released her clit to watch her slide her fingers into her friend. Willow surged down into han hand and once Buffy was satisfied that she had set a sufficient rhythm, one that matched Xander’s, she refocused teasing the bundle of throbbing flesh that was peeking out at her.
Xander could feel both of their hearts beating…but neither compared to his own. This…this was happening…he…it…he didn’t really know, but he couldn’t feel an ounce of regret anywhere, and Buffy was so focused in front of him that he could literally feel Willow’s pussy in her mouth. She was moving uncertainly, but had him in mind as she tried to bring Willow off in her mouth. Even his thoughts were the most primitive of guttural moans and he rotated his fingers hard inside of Buffy. He spread her legs apart as far as he could and still allow her to continue to work Willow with her mouth and simultaneously pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his lips. Buffy groaned roughed when he palmed both of her ass cheeks and yanked them apart, his neck bent at an awkward angle but his tongue delving into her center from behind, nonetheless.
“Xandd…” Buffy cried out but then shut her eyes and dove back into Willow – retaliating on her for Xander’s pleasurable assault. Xander probed her with his tongue, lapping over the sensitive skin while his hands groped her…slapped her on the ass once and made her wish he would do in again…but he didn’t. He moved with a lightening quickness and was covering her back completely with his body again, pushing her further into Willow and Buffy welcomed the pressure…the…
((OHGOD!!! XAN…XANDER)) Buffy cried out and Willow’s fingers tightened in her hair when for the briefest moment she was forced to remove the heat of her mouth and the movement of her fingers stopped. Hard and throbbing Xander had forced himself inside and was jack hammering into her time and time again…holding her hips and yanking her back into his thrusts. Buffy shouldn’t have need the warning, she knew that he was going to fuck her, it was just the sudden penetration had forced the air from her lungs.
“Bufff…” Willow gulped and ground down into her friends hand. “Keeepkeepgoing….don’t stop…”
“Keepgoing, Buffy…youheard…you heard her…” Xander’s teeth were grit and he slammed into her as hard as he ever had before, not allowing her an inch of freedom to work her hips against his – just the simple and straight forward act of pounding her with his cock. With a whimper Buffy obeyed and jammed out a new tempo with her fingers – deeper and rougher, less control, and the pressure of her mouth varied with the pace and frequency of Xander’s thrusts behind her.
Buffy tried to open her legs wider to fit more of his length inside of her, to feel his skin pushing past her soaking walls and absorb all the pleasure that he was capable of giving her. Behind her Xander fought for controlling breath while his hands gripped her hips and he slammed into her. He tried to keep his pace quick and hard and Buffy reached above her with her free hand, seeking purchase on Willow’s sweat kissed skin and the bunched fabric of the sheets to brace herself against. Her hands pressed with discernable pressure into her stomach the muscles quivering beneath her anxious fingertips while Xander mercilessly moved inside her. She didn’t want him to stop, she didn’t care and she loved the stretch that he was forcing her to endure.
Buffy was groaning, a deep noise that Willow would have never guessed her vocal chords would be able to create. Murmuring her name in her mind, the actual calling being absorbed in her center and muffled around Buffy’s tongue. She was calling for Xander too… Xander who was panting out deep breaths, mixed with growls and exonerations of her name…of Buffy’s name. He told her how good she felt wrapped around him…hot and slick, just tight enough to fight his fast withdraws. How turned on he was, how hard she was making him by going down on Willow, telling her to rotate her wrist and fuck her harder…he wanted to see her fuck her harder and make her come. Feel her come because it felt so good. And Buffy listened – did everything that Xander wanted because she wanted to please Willow and Xander knew how to do that. And the noises…wet slaps and slurps and the metallic tap of the bed frame hitting the walls behind it…the sounds alone were getting her off.
“BUFFY!” the redhead’s voice was a sharp cry and tears from thmbinmbination of the three of them threatened to spill form her eyes. “I…I’m close…keep…yessssgoyesss….thereee!!!”
The Slayer had lost track of all that was going on around her, but she couldn’t ignore and heavy clench and throb that accompanied Willow’s hips arching far off the bed and holding for several seconds. Buffy kept moving her hand though because Xander kept moving inside of her, she had no choice and she wanted to be washed over by Willow’s pleasure until the last possible moment. Pleasure that she had caused, Buffy would have grinned to herself, if her only expression that rea readily available at the moment hadn’t been a tight frown or open mouthed gasp. She liked it when Xander kept thrusting while she was coming anyway, the actual thought was most incoherent…it always was. Her walls sensitive and still spasming around his relentless hardness increased her orgasm ten fold, so Buffy gave her best approximation to Willow.
((Finally)) Xander grit his teeth when the muscles in his back and legs started to burn with the exertion of his pace, but luckily Willow collapsed onto the bed with a deep sigh. Buffy’s inner walls were sucking on him and Willow’s orgasm had almost pushed her over the edge – him too, for that matter, but as almost a cruel, yet fabulously painful joke, both had staved off their friend’s pleasure with extreme effort.
With no exertion Xander pulled out of Buffy and she whimpered out at the sudden emptiness – her body crying in disappointment at the withdraw of the pleasure, but soon she found herself in his arms, lifted off the bed and away from her spot between Willow’s legs and sprawled on her back. ((You wanna be on top?)) Xander had the nerve to ask her even as he settled quickly between her legs, the already slippery girth of his penis insinuating itself between her swollen gaping nether lips.
((Now))
Xander didn’t need to guide himself as he pushed forward and was buried deep inside again. ((You’re a sloppy eater)) he commented in time with his hard thrusts and ducked his head to lap at the shiny fluids that coated Buffy’s face. He tactfully avoided her panting mouth, open and so inviting. ((Did you come?)) he asked Willow ((Tellme…tell me how you came…))
He was pounding Buf Buffy so hard that the Slayer was whimpering, but still trying to raise her legs higher around his waist, still wanting him a fraction of an inch deeper so that the pain would be that much sweeter…so she would feel that much more complete.
“Hard.” Willow said as she focused on Buffy’s hands holding Xander’s hips in a bruising hold. “I came so hard…”
((You taste so good together)) Xander’s voice was deeper than usual and he was kissing Buffy deeply, now granting himself the cushion of her lips while his hands sought out the backs of her thighs and pulled her closer and more open beneath him. ((You…youmade…unngghBuff, babyI…BUFFY!!)) He was coming. The burning urge reasserted itself so hard and fast that he wasn’t ready for it. ((…madehercomeSOHARD! OHHRRRG!!))
Buffy’s mouth opened in a wordless cry and she arched her back and shoved her hips hard against his invading hardness, working in a quick circle when they came together. Xander groaned and buried his head in her neck. He fought for controlling breath while his hands gripped her hips and he slammed into her. He kissed her briefly on her parted lips before ducking his head and scrapping his teeth over the tops of her breasts. His mouth slid lower, licking and kissing until her reached the center of her chest and her worried the nipple of her left breast before moving to the other side with a wet trail in his wake. Their movements slowed to hard jerks and she shut her eyes. She felt her body shuddering and her vaginal walls go suddenly slack and open and knew that she was there.
She felt her pussy tighten and quiver and convulse around the hardness that was buried so deep inside of her, and a new wave of wet heat surged down to further coat him – mark him as hers. Xander’s mouth fell open and his head left her breasts, turning up and burrowing into the moist space between her neck and shoulder and biting while his hands gripped her hips harder. He felt her spasming wildly around him while her body shook slightly and he yanked her up to him as hard as he could, bringing their hips flush together.
“BUFF!” the one shout preceded a quieter breathless chant of her name and his eyes locked on hers momentarily before slamming shut. Xander’s hips jerked into hers and held when his cock exploded in a burning pulse. Blinding him with an intensihat hat started in his back and exploded all over his body. He loved Buffy’s groan when she felt his seed erupting inside her sensitive walls, coaxed inside of her by her own spasms.
Xander held her slim hips in place unwilling and unable to let her go. It would hurt if she were to leave him yet. Or maybe it was the other way around…maybe it would hurt her if he left…he didn’t know. Still drowsily incoherent he caught Buffy’s lips in a languid kiss. ((Love you))
he khe kissed him back and slinked a hand away from Xander’s back and across the bed to where Willow had been watching them. She found her idle hand without looking and entwined their fingers, bringing their joint hand up in front of Willow’s face with squeeze and a smile against Xander’s lips. Buffy applied a gentle pressure, still cradling Xander’s calming body on her own while he kissed her slowly, and tugged Willow towards them. She ignored or didn’t notice the Wicca’s hesitation until she heard her gulp.
“What’s the matter?” Buffy turned away from Xander’s lips, both now peering at her questionably...not moving from each other the slightest bit. The Slayer didn’t wait for a response and grinned up at Xander, holding Willow’s hand in one of hers and brushing Xander’s hair out of his face with her other. “That was so good.”
Xander smiled back sheepishly and exhaled a sharp breath. “Might be an understatement.”
((Might be)) Buffy’s voice was a seductive growl even as Xander shifted his hips and let his deflated penis slip out of her, but still pressing against her thigh so that she could feel the stickiness of her lingering arousal on him.
“How bout you, Wills?” he turned with a lopsided grin. “Was it ood ood for you as it was for me?”
It was. Her answer was undoubtedly yes…and she was suddenly terrified, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah,” she said, her voice cracking. “It was…nice…” She searched and found a Willow voice, “Super nice.”
“I know,” Xander winked superiorly at Buffy. “I’m a super stud. I should…”
“How do you know *I* wasn’t super nice?” Buffy challenged. “You’re not so hot.”
“Oh yeah?”
Buffy quirked an eyebrow in affirmative. “We can get a penis anywhere. There’re a dime a dozen, right Wills?” She turned to see Willow climbing off of the bed and for the first time nudged Xander to her side. Buffy sat up and didn’t bother to shield her nudity. “Willow?”
“I have to go to bed,” she said simply. “Dawn’s coming home in the morning right?” Buffy nodded in agreement and understood that reasoning. She didn’t want to have to explain threesomes to her little sister, but there was more than that Willow was suddenly…ashamed? Scared? There was a lingering thought in the back of her mind that kept repeating that she was in love with Tara and had betrayed that most coveted trust. If she could just get out of there it would be like nothing ever happened. But it did happen and … oh God for all that she had been able to chalk up to lusty hormones with her best friends over the past few weeks, being with them, in the same room, the same bed and still being tuned out. She was right beside them and when she searched their minhen hen they were together there was no ‘her’, it was them and it was love.
How could they be in love and still do what they just did? How…
“Willow?” Xander called and she quickly averted her eyes from his nude form. “You sure you’re alright?” His voice was concerned because he knew what she was feeling now, and yet she still lied. She wasn’t alright. She was confused and sated and gleefully tired, and she hated herself for it, and they both knew.
“I’m good,” she said and bundled up her clothes in front of her to block her naked body from their sight, as if it mattered at all. They didn’t seem to care what she could see of them. “Just…spent, whew, tired.” She made a hasty retreat to the door and opened it while trying to keep her back from them so that they couldn’t see hehindhind. “See you tomorrow.” Willow was mildly proud that at least she controlled her voice enough to make it sound like she wasn’t flat-out lying, and she disappeared into the hall without waiting for a reply. She finally released a breath as she shut the door behind her and ran back to her room with tears brimming in her eyes.
Xander studied the closed door next to Buffy and cast a brief look to his girlfriend. He reached for her when he saw that her expression was belaying tears that weren’t falling yet and pulled her back into a reclined position on the bed, holding her warmly in his arms. “I’m going to be Captain Understatement, here, and go out on a limb and say she wasn’t alright.”
Buffy shook her head against his chest and felt her eyes over flow. A few tears dropped to his skin and Buffy tried to turn her face to wipe them on her arm, but Xander held her tighter and didn’t allow her to shield the expression. “Not our fault, Buffy,” he assured her.
“I know,” Buffy whispered.
“Willow’s an adult.”
“I know,” Buffy repeated weakly. “But she’s our best friend first.”
“Not our fault.” Xander held Buffy closer as her tears increased, and he knew that Willow was crying again. Crying and trying to think of how to explain to Tara that she had broken their covenant. The fact that she blamed herself and not either of them was all that carried him into a fi sle sleep.
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The Next Morning
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Waking up in the morning was one of the least spectacular events Xander had ever experienced. He had recently become easieasingly groggy during his waking hours since Willow had tapped into him. She, surprisingly, was less of a morning person than Buffy, which meant that where the Slayer needed a morning cup of coffee ASAP, Willow needed it intravenously injected before her eyes even opened. But then again, after last night, he shouldn’t have been surprised that his post-coital morning after grin never actually made it to his face. After all, he had fallen asleep holding a quietly sobbing Buffy. Xander groaned and opened his eyes, blinking the sleep slowly from them.
“Tara’s here.” Buffy said apropos nothing while staring into his bleary eyes.
He rolled over quickly in the bed and clutched the blanket closer around his waist while scanning the room. Then he heard Buffy laughing at him despite heavy internal conflict. He figured that part was courtesy of Willow because he felt it too.
“Not here, here,” Buffy spoke, and Xander knew exactly why. It was a little ironic that in order to have a private conversation it had to be done out loud. “Downstairs.”
Xander relaxed back against the pillows with a sigh and then glanced at Buffy, who wasn’t smiling anymore. In fact, she was staring again. Buffy waited for him to respond but Xander simply turned his focus from his girlfriend to the ceiling. She knew that his first thought upon waking had been about the lingering sweet musky scent that was embedded in the sheets and surrounding him. His scent and hers were common place, coveted and loved, a marker or absolute satiety.
But the third component was new. It was one that neither had ever expected to have a first hand experience in recognizing. Willow. An olfactory reminder or what had transpired mere hours before. A heavy wave of passion that had crashed over them and made them so much more than friends…so different that they couldn’t be while they struggled against the current to the surface.
And then the tide went out.
The Slayer had woken up with Willow; anxious spikes of fear clutching at her chend snd she almost hyperventilated. She had glanced towards Xander and seen that he was gripping his pillow in a white knuckle hold and wearing a tight frown. Not at all awake like she was, but still panicking. Mirroring her friend down the hall Buffy had ped ped out of bed and taken a shower; probably to wash away the evidence, she reasoned from Willow. Buffy, herself, just wanted to lower her own heart rate. When she was done she grabbed one of Xander’s sweatshirts to wear and gotten back in bed, deciding to stare at him until his eyes finally opened.
And now that he wasn’t sleeping he still wasn’t talking.
Buffy combed briefly through his thoughts and found one resounding theme. French toast sticks form Burger King. She agreed whole heartedly if for no other reason than to get out of the house. But there was no way for that to happen withoucingcing Willow first and that prospect was…scaring…the Slayer.
“I’m not scared of Willow,” Buffy denied quickly when Xander finally did cut his eyes to her. She dropped down to her side so that she was still facing him. Buffy reached out slowly, in an almost tentative manner that she still got sometimes, and rested her hand on Xander’s hip. She gripped it with a gentle pressure so that he took the hint and rolled over to face her, too.
He readjusted himself with a sigh and reached out to her, wrapping his arm low around her waist. “Must be big,” Xander said finally and slipped his hand underneath her sweatshirt to rest warm on her back, rubbing lightly. “Foregoing Saturday morning lovin’. You even put clothes *on*.”
Buffy giggled a little and ran the hand that was resting on his hip softly to his groin and ghosted the base of his shaft. She curled her fingers around his penis and Xander let out a soft gasp when she stroked it between them…and then, with an impish grin, let him go. “You’re not up for it.”
Xander scowled but pulled Buffy closer to him under the covers anyway. “So Tara’s downstairs…” he prompted and received a nod. “
“She came over after she was done her test.”
“What time did you wake up?” his brow furrowed at her knowledge despite the fact that she had not left the bedroom.
“With Wills,” she darted her eyes away. “Around 5:30.”
“In the morning?!” The blonde nodded and him. “I forgot that there was one of those.”
“She couldn’t sleep,” Buffy’s pouty voice slipped in, “She was so wigged that I thought she was going to have a heart attack.”
Xander’s eyes and tone reflected the emotions he felt surging through him, “That’s Willow. You know that Buffy.” He looked down shamefully. “She feels so guilty…it’s the fluke all over again, only this time guest staring Buffy Summers.”
Buffy leant in and closed her lips around his serious frown, hoping to kiss it away. “You make girls go all wonky,” she murmured against his lips in the voice she knew that he thought was so cute that it would be a crime if it didn’t turn him on whenever he heard it.
It didn’t really work on his obvious conscious this time. Xander met her with a more serious expression than she had hoped for. For somebody who’s first line of comfort to her had been that it ‘wasn’t their fault’. “Can you blame her?” he said now, “Wouldn’t you feel it?”
Buffy’s eyes locked with his, ((I do feel it)) But instead she answered, “I want French toast sticks.”
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Buffy jerked off the bed and her eyes slammed closed. Xander was still kissing her, his tongue deep in her mouth, engaging her, but she was slack. Whimpering under the onslaught while Willow was moving below her waist, between her legs and keeping her hands hooked over and around her thighs.
((I…I got…yo..uu…you…)) even her thoughts were incoherent, but she needed it to stop. Hated that she needed it to stop. Xander’s hand, large and hot, branding the skin of her breast as he massaged and squeezed. His mouth, wet and his tongue probing deeper…Willow’s tongue deeper. ((Ughh…Will…Ohgod!!))
Willow’s face was slicked with the most intimate juices of the girl who had been her best friend since they were teenagers. The woman whom she had never even considered sexually…not until about two weeks ago. She stabbed her tongue further past Buffy’s sopping center and then scrapped her teeth up and over the swollen nether lips to the peaked nub of her clit and bit sharply. The Slayer jerked off the bed and further into her mouth and Willow tightened her grip to keep Buffy still – she ha
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