FIC: Points of View (part 2)

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Dinner was awesome. One of the major perks about having a best friend 
that was loaded was not having to eat at fast food places or diners. 
Not that we went five star but most places were better than Taco Hell 
or Burger Barf. This was going to take no time getting used to.
Willow 
picked a small italian place that served an inspired lasagna and an 
even better cannoli.

It was nice just to sit and talk. Willow outlined the projects she
had 
in the hopper. I thought Giles would wet his pants once she got the 
demon database up and functional. I couldn't see how or more
precisely 
where she was gonna sell that one. Other than us, who would want a 
database of demons? Evidently there were a couple of Universities 
around the world that would pay good money to tap into Willow's
latest 
creation. 

We talked about the future. Not too far into the future. I didn't
have 
that luxury, but still future. Willow wanted to keep working in the 
computer field - she would start her own company. She basically 
already had by selling those programs. But she also wanted to
continue 
with her magik. I had no problem with either. I would support her in 
whatever she wanted to do - how could I do less? She always supported 
me, no questions asked.

I did ask her to be careful. I didn't want the magik to hurt her. I 
couldn't protect her from that. She promised to work with Giles and 
anyone else he suggested. It was good enough for me.

She surprised me by asking what I wanted to do with my life - outside 
slaying. She knew a 9 to 5 job would be impossible. I needed the 
freedom to come and go as the forces of darkness dictated. They never 
kept the traditional business hours. 

I confided that I had the idea for a children's book - based on my
own 
life and the demons I fought. No, I didn't plan on being as graphic
or 
terrifying as my actual life, but to take the demons and make them 
softer and to make the slayer more of a superhero. Something along 
those lines. Just bring my whole life down to kindergarten level.

I was nervous about saying anything about this idea, even to Willow. 
But she was so great. She liked the idea and wanted me to start 
working on it immediately. I still had doubts. Even if I wrote it, 
could I illustrate it? What about publishing it? Would anybody buy
it? 
What were the chances of this all actually happening?

Willow said it didn't matter if it ever sold, it was the process that 
mattered. And she believed in me. How could I say no? How could I not 
at least try. Besides, if I pulled it off, I could contribute to my 
own expenses and wouldn't need to live life as a kept woman.

That was the next thing we talked about over dessert. I told her how
I 
didn't want to be taking advantage of our friendship and constantly 
sponging off her new found wealth. I had accepted the house and the 
car and wasn't that enough? In hindsight, I should have put up more
of 
an argument over both at the time.

Willow just calmly explained that it was her money and she'd do with 
it as she damned well pleased. And if I insisted on offending her by 
bringing it up again?  '¥ well, it just wasn't gonna be pleasant. She
had 
on her resolve face, the one I found so adorable, and had a real 
problem saying no to. So I didn't and just said thank you when she 
paid the tab. I did, however, plan on thanking her in a much more 
personal manner once we reached the house later this evening. 

All that aside, her stubborn insistence that she was going to be 
supporting me?  '¥ well, that gave me the final kick in the ass I
needed 
to make sure I at least attempted the book. I had two months left of 
the summer before classes started up again in the fall. Hopefully, I 
would have the majority of it completed before I had to put my nose
to 
the grindstone again.

I couldn't talk her into going back to our apartment, so Willow
joined 
me for patrol. We had argued about her safety in the past and I'm
sure 
we will argue about the same topic in the future. I know she doesn't 
want me to go out alone and she knows I don't want to be the cause of 
anything happening to her. So we compromised - kinda.

She came with me while I hunted the undead. As a concession to me,
she 
outfitted herself with a Supersoaker with instructions of flight over 
fight. I actually liked having her along. But, I think I just prefer 
her around to not around - no matter the situation. Now if I could 
just get the time to move faster.

I wanted the duty part of my life to be over, for the rest of the 
night at least, so the personal part could take over. I owed my Wills 
some of my undivided attention. 

I still had two more cemeteries to case. I needed to get to two 
possible newbies before they had the chance to do any damage. They 
couldn't be buried in the same place. No, nothing was ever convenient 
for slayers. Yet, I don't know how the others managed with just a 
Watcher. Especially ones that couldn't hack into the police computer 
to find all those "neck" deaths. 

We arrived at Sunnydale Memorial and searched for Heather McDonald's 
grave. Granted, it wasn't 100% that she would rise. Her cat may have 
torn out her throat and then nuzzled her mouth. We weren't real high 
on that theory, so there we were, sitting on some other poor sap's 
headstone waiting for the dead to live again. 

I was listening to Willow recount the latest happenings with Dingoes 
Ate My Baby when the ground in front of us parted and an arm emerged. 
In the past I would wait for my nemesis to totally rise and then we'd 
dance for awhile before I ended their undead life. I no longer had
the 
patience. I hopped off my perch and yanked the vampire out of the 
ground. It was disoriented and I used that to my full advantage. One 
thrust with Mr. Pointy and a thin covering of dust joined the newly 
covered grave.

I held my hand out to Willow and we walked hand in hand to the car
and 
to the next grave site. She wanted to know when I did away with my 
trade marked bantering with my victims. I thought for a minute before 
I realized it started when she got back from Boston - after we had 
become lovers. I no longer needed the rush of fighting. I got all the 
rush I could handle when I was with her. Now, I just wanted to
perform 
my calling well enough to make it home to her. When I told her that, 
she cried. It was the last thing I wanted.

Thankfully, we arrived at the last cemetery in short order. Before we 
headed off in search of the late Jason Whitmore, I gathered Willow 
into my arms and apologized for making her all teary-eyed. She melted 
into me. I brushed away her tears and gently kissed her. She sniffed 
and touched my cheek and just looked into my eyes. It was then I 
realized I hadn't upset her. So, I kissed her again.

Willow pulled away and gestured over my shoulder. Jason was already 
awake and looking for his first meal. He came at us planning on
dinner 
and dessert. Needless to say I was against the idea. If anyone was 
going to eat Willow tonight, it sure wasn't going to be fang boy. 

I pulled Willow behind me then met Jason at a full run. I tackled him 
and rolled him onto his back but before I could finish him and get 
back to more important things I found myself on the receiving end of
a 
right cross. For a split second I was embarrassed that Willow saw him 
land a punch, but the pain in my jaw snapped me back to reality. 

We were both on our feet again and I went after him with a roundhouse 
kick then bent for a leg sweep. He was on his back again and I
gripped 
my stake a little tighter and pounced. I swung with my left and when 
he brought his arms to block me, I shifted and plunged with my right. 
He dusted under me and I was soon sitting on the grass.

Willow helped me to my feet, escorted me to my mustang, liberated my 
keys and tucked me into the passenger seat. She got in behind the 
wheel before turning to examine my multi-colored chin. Her touch was 
light and it soothed me completely.

She shook her head and gave me that lopsided grin. I had closed my 
eyes to absorb the emotion running through me. When I next realized 
what was happening, we were already on our way to the beach house. 
Willow's hand was resting on my leg. I covered it with my own and 
figured I'd get a short nap. I had big plans for later.

* * * * * *

I pulled up the drive and parked the car. A small squeeze to the
thigh 
under my fingers brought Buffy out of her snooze mode. I hoped she 
wasn't out for the night. I had always been edgy after going on
rounds 
with her but until tonight never realized seeing her fight turned me 
on. When Oz was around I just figured it was him. No wonder he liked 
it when I accompanied Buffy.

Buffy grabbed our bag out of the trunk and met me in the living room. 
I had flipped on the deck lights and went out to look over the 
supplies the construction company had left. A couple of days and the 
hot tub would be functional. I can't believe I overlooked that. Good 
thing I have Buffy to make sure all the creature comforts are 
accounted for.

As I stood at the rail watching the waves lap the sand, she came up 
behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and nibbled on my
neck. 
Oh, how I loved this position. I had such wonderful memories of being 
on this very deck but with our positions reversed. It had all started 
here, like this. 

I leaned back into her, confident her strength would keep us both 
upright. She worked my shirt out of the waistband of my jeans and 
rubbed her hands over my stomach. I think she just needed to feel 
skin. She didn't move to elevate the touches into anything more 
serious. I took her right hand and brought it to my lips in order to 
place little kisses along her palm and wrist.

Suddenly, my world swirled violently and I found myself being cradled 
in strong arms. I couldn't find a good reason to protest. I put my 
arms around her neck and sucked on a nearby ear while she carried me 
down to our bedroom.

Good thing the bed had good springs. I was unceremoniously tossed
into 
the center, then pounced upon by a ravenous Slayer. I guess the nap 
did her a world of good - she had energy to spare and planned on 
expending it on me. Luck me. Nope, no complaining here. I was about
to 
become a very happy hacker.

I'm glad I wasn't overly attached to my shirt. Buffy and buttons did 
not work and play well together on that night. They went flying in
all 
directions, we never did find one of them. I was a little more upset 
at the end result of my bra. I had liked that bra. It was lacy and a 
nifty shade of pink. Not a wussy pastel but also not that day-glo
pink 
either. I hoped I could find a new one like it.

All thoughts about the state of my undergarments where quickly 
forgotten when Buffy attached herself to my left nipple and did a
damn 
good impersonation of an Orek. And I'm talkin' the super duper hotel 
model. I'm not sure how suction is measured, but?  '¥ Oh, God! I did
the 
only thing I was capable of - I arched and moaned. Or maybe I moaned 
and arched - it was all a little fuzzy. The important part was, I 
needed to have more of me in contact with more of her. Preferably 
naked.

She must have read my mind. I was still a little hazy and didn't even 
fell her leave my breasts. The next thing I knew, a very naked Slayer 
was pulling my jeans off by the ankles. Luckily she didn't rip those. 
I hadn't packed another pair. I didn't want to have to think about 
having to explain to the nice officer why I wasn't wearing any pants.

I came back into myself when Buffy lowered herself towards me. She
was 
barely touching me - holding herself up with her fore arms and knees. 
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to cover me fully. She 
tried to roll off, afraid to be too much weight for me to handle. I 
would have none of that. I loved the feel of her, the solidness - it 
felt very safe, not suffocating. 

She smiled and went back to her feast. The muscles in her back moved 
under my hands as I massaged slowly. She purred into my chest. It was 
a oddly pleasant sensation. 

I grew restless with the slow pace Buffy set for this encounter. I 
think I surprised her when I managed to roll us over and sat on top
of 
her. She allowed me to fondle and pinch her nipples for a moment 
before reversing our position once again.

She mentioned something about needing to tip me, I didn't quite catch 
the whole thing since she ignored my achy nipples to play in the 
wetness between my thighs. There was no rhyme or reason to what she 
was doing down there. Then she left my warm center all together. She 
painted both nipples then returned her mouth to them and her hand to 
my more acute need.

If she was trying to make me crazy she was succeeding in spades, 
diamonds, yellow stars and green clovers. My hips took on a life of 
their own trying to force her into a more committed contact. I
grabbed 
her wrist and tried to force the issue. Dumb move. She was too strong 
to force so I resorted to the only method left to me.

I begged. I whimpered. I pleaded.

I was denied.

The phrase "over stimulation" kept running through my mind. Her 
fingers traveled slowly up and down the length of my crease, avoiding 
my clit. One touch. It would have only taken one touch. If I died 
before cresting this summit, I'd?  '¥. I'd?  '¥ I wasn't sure what
I'd do, but 
it'd be a doozy.

Finally, she entered me. Three fingers, four on the next stroke. I
was 
in orbit. Houston, we have lift off! No problem here?  '¥

I was off for round two when she pressed her thumb against my swollen 
bundle of nerves, which she had been studiously ignoring. I think I 
yelled her name. I yelled something. She was smiling, I'll assume it 
was her name.

I wanted so much to thank her. To tell her how wonderful she had
been. 
All I could do was smile - and breathe heavy. My heart felt like it 
was going to beat out of my chest. I could feel the pounding of blood 
in the most amazing places. 

She seemed pleased with herself. I couldn't begrudge her that. I
could 
spend hours trying to find all the adjectives to describe what she
did 
to me. I was a very happy hacker as I found the strength to pull her 
down for a kiss. When it ended, she rested her head against my chest 
and wrapped herself around me. I remembered playing with her hair 
before I fell asleep.

* * * * * * *

I had a shit-eating grin plastered on my face when I woke up the next 
morning. I may have been new to this whole female love thing, but I 
was a quick study. Now if I could just convince UC Sunnydale to let
me 
set an independent major in Willow - hell, I'd graduate Summa Cum 
Loudly.

I think I should be shot for that last comment. Bad puns. Must be
from 
hanging around Xander so much. No matter. I was still quite proud of 
myself. Willow continued to doze underneath me. It was the first time 
I had worn her out. Considering I had super-human strength and 
stamina, she often sent me to dreamland without even breaking a sweat 
herself. It was gladness to finally be able to return the favor.

A shower was definitely in order. The musky smell of last night's 
activities clung to me like a favorite shirt. I grabbed my robe out
of 
the closet and headed for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and
emptied 
my bladder before ducking under the spray of hot water.

I had soaped my body and my hair and was preparing to drag a razor 
through the jungle that was my left leg when I was joined in the 
shower. Willow smiled and kissed me deeply, passionately. She fought 
for control of my mouth. She won.

We kissed under the pounding spray for log minutes. She thanked me
for 
the previous night while examining the clear skin of my chin. My 
healing abilities amazed her and I think made it easier to see me 
battered and bruised knowing they wouldn't last long.

She took the razor from me and sat me down on the side of the tub 
before motioning for a leg. I gave her my right one. She rested my 
foot against her stomach before squirting some gel the length of my 
shin and proceeding to lather up the entire calf. This was definitely 
new. No one had ever shaved my legs but me. It was highly erotic 
watching her carefully run the blade over my flesh.

She finished my lower leg and moved to continue with the upper 
portion. The lathering was maddening. I wasn't sure if she was 
purposely trying to turn me on, but that was the effect. I held still 
as she shaved the leg clean. Just knowing how she was going to touch 
me made it more difficult to sit still when she moved to work on my 
other leg.

It felt like she was touching me for hours. I'm sure it was nowhere 
near that long. I had closed my eyes in hopes of controlling my 
reaction to having her hands so close to my center. I guess she
wasn't 
as stimulating as I thought because she woke me up after she
completed 
her own shower.

I went to towel her off but was brushed aside. She thanked me for 
being so wonderfully attentive - her words - but, now she had the
need 
to feel me. Who was I to argue?

I was dried off, then moisturized - head to toe - she massaged my 
limbs and torso with a single mindedness few people could manage. She 
had to be aware of the affect she was having on me. I could smell my 
arousal and felt it trickle down my thigh. One look into her eyes and 
I knew I was in trouble. She had this wicked little glint and I tried 
to prepare myself. Who knew what she would ask of me?

She laughed when I shuddered. Willow could be evil in the most 
wonderful ways. She said she had been keeping track. Since she got 
back it was Willow 3 - Buffy 0. She planned on evening the score - 
starting now - and she wasn't going to stop until we were tied. I 
asked if she would notify my next of kin when she was finished.

She pulled me back into the bedroom and pushed me, face first, onto 
the bed. I felt her straddle my thighs then bend down to gnaw on the 
back of my neck. It was a different position but incredibly
enjoyable. 
She stretched our arms out, and squeezed my fingers before
instructing 
me to keep mine where she was leaving them - no matter what. I wasn't 
sure I wanted to find out what would happen if I disobeyed.

Her lips traveled over my neck and shoulders and I could feel her wet 
sex move rhythmically against my ass. Different was good. I could do 
different. She continued like this for some time. Soothing and 
stimulating me at the same time. Half of me wanted to curl up into
her 
arms and forget about everything but her. The other half wanted to 
escalate this to the stars. It was maddening. I'll assume this was
her 
point.

She moved her lower half off of me, never ending the sucking on my 
shoulder blade. Who'd have guessed that was an erogenous zone? She 
tapped my inner thigh signaling that she wanted access to my sex.
Cool 
for me. I complied eagerly.

She worked a couple of fingers between the lips of my labia. She 
hummed her appreciation at the moisture she found there. My hips
moved 
against her hand as she attacked my ear lobe. My attention was so 
absorbed with her lips, it took a moment for me to realize she was 
circling gently against my asshole.

I freaked. It was that simple. I swatted her hand and rolled out from 
under her, sitting up suddenly. I was shaking. Saying that she 
surprised me would be an understatement of monumental proportions. I 
had never?  '¥ well, even considered being touched where the sun
don't 
shine.

She crawled in front of me and took my hands in hers, bringing them
to 
her lips. She apologized for making me uncomfortable - for doing 
something I was against. My breathing settled down and I could think 
clearly again. I confessed she startled me. 

Willow explained she just wanted to do something different, something 
she enjoyed and hoped we could share, but promised she'd never try it 
again. We sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other holding
hands. 
I wondered if she didn't find it a bit, well, gross. I couldn't 
guarantee what she would find there.

She said after morning rituals it was usually a pretty safe bet. 
Besides, she wasn't going to try to reach my spleen. I wasn't sure 
exactly where my spleen was but I took solace in that fact. I had to 
admit, once I got over the initial shock, it was an intriguing idea. 
Were we really that sensitive there? Would it be pleasurable? I knew 
with all that I was Willow would never do anything to hurt me - 
besides, I was used to pain.

Willow was infinitely patient, answering my questions with her 
straightforward manner - while not pushing the issue. She was going
to 
let me make up my own mind. I loved her all the more for it. 

I hadn't made up my mind about this new area to possibly explore, but 
I felt this whole thing brought us closer together. It had ruined the 
heat we had generated from before, during and after the shower but if 
we could talk honestly about something like this?  '¥ what could life 
throw at us that we couldn't work through?

We both had felt some deeper connection when my stomach ended the 
moment by making itself known. We both chuckled and got off the bed, 
collected our robes and headed for the kitchen. 

As we made breakfast, we kept mentioning how grateful we each were
for 
the other's understanding. It got quite nauseating and we agreed to 
just let it drop for the time being. We prepared the rest of our meal 
in silence. Actually, Willow prepared, I handed her whatever she 
requested. I made a damn fine scrub nurse to her surgeon.

She put on a pot of coffee before whipping up some eggs. I poured
some 
juice and was allowed to make the toast. When everything was complete 
we took it to the living room and flipped on the tube. There was less 
than nothing on in the middle of the day. I don't know why we were 
surprised. There was nothing on in prime time either. 

We ditched TV altogether, threw on some clothes and wandered down to 
the beach. The sun was warm as we made our way to the surf. The water 
was still cool, it being only June. It would have to jump another 
15-20 degrees before I would want to venture in. I know, the mighty 
Slayer was a wuss.

* * * * * * *

We had weathered a major, major, stumbling block. Who knew the shy, 
reserved, hacker would have a more diverse sexual arsenal than the 
cool, outgoing, Slayer? I think we both learned an important lesson 
about projecting our experiences onto others. God, I sound like my 
mother. What next? Hug therapy? Well, that ain't exactly a bad idea. 

Buffy had decided to get in some exercise since our morning 
calisthenics were cut short. She was sprinting down the beach, full 
out. She got about 200 yards out then turned and came back towards
me, 
passing me and going about the same distance in the other direction.
I 
continued to wander towards a washed up log out by the point.

By the time I reached my target, Buffy had lapped me several times. 
She collapsed by my side breathing heavily. Her hair and tank were 
drenched in sweat and she was flushed the most attractive shade of 
pink. I smiled remembering the times I had put her in such a state. 

She asked if I'd mind if she took off her shirt. I was touched by the 
question but assured her I wouldn't mind. Who was around to care if I 
sat there ogling her? She tossed the shirt over the far end of the
log 
then I pulled her down to recline in my lap. She refused claiming she 
stunk but I managed to convince her the smell of her sweat was 
anything but revolting.

Buffy put her head on my thigh and played with the fingers of my
right 
hand. She seemed fascinated by the tendons and joints as if she was 
trying to commit every juncture to memory. Maybe she was. I knew I 
never tired of learning a different part of her body.

While she played with my fingers, I played with the hair around her 
face, smoothing it back, feeling its texture. I couldn't wait any 
longer. I needed smoochies. Buffy smoochies. I covered her lips with 
my own, teasing her with my tongue. She most certainly didn't mind 
this new activity.

We explored each other slowly, our tongues dueling, aggressive one 
moment, passive the next. She released my fingers to latch onto my 
neck. If she was worried about me going anywhere, she needn't bother. 
Nothing short of this week's apocalypse was going to remove me from 
her.

Since the kissing thing was going so well I decided to add the
groping 
thing. My free hand went to her sports bra clad breast and began 
massaging it. Groping was evidently a good thing. Buffy moaned her 
enjoyment into my mouth. If cloth covered was good then naked had to 
be better. Right? Right.

I wondered if she had planned this when she dressed. This bra had a 
zipper running between her two mounds cinching it closed. Stylish and 
convenient. Not one to waste a happy accident, I utilized said zipper 
and freed her breasts from their confinement. This elicited another 
moan. Naked was definitely better.

I rolled the nipple between my fingers amazed at how fast it
hardened. 
Buffy had picked up a three-word mantra: God, Willow and yes. Not 
necessarily in that order and in varying volume levels. I alternated 
between the two, not wanting either to feel neglected. Finally, I 
could stand it no longer. I needed to taste them.

The Slayer put up no fight when I lowered her completely to the sand 
and moved partially on top of her to gain access to her wonder 
breasts. I licked, sucked and nibbled each breast, ignoring the erect 
peak. Her mantra became less coherent, but louder.

When I began mouthing the nipples, I worked my hand inside the waist 
of her shorts. She had anticipated this little rendezvous. She wasn't 
wearing any panties. Naughty Slayer. If I was into spanking, this 
would have been the perfect opportunity for it. 

She chuckled at my surprise. We both giggled for a moment but she 
stopped abruptly when I brushed over her clit. She was calling to God 
again. I briefly considered I wasn't getting my proper due in all
this 
but quickly ignored myself. I had more important things to be doing.

As I circled her pleasure center, I worked my way up her chest, 
nipping and sucking on her neck. I got a little over zealous at one 
point. She'd be wearing my mark for a few days. That thought really 
turned me on. I liked the thought that she belonged to me.

Her hips were helping me keep a steady beat. She wanted more, that 
much was perfectly clear. I kissed my way to her ear and never
slowing 
the movement of my hand, told her in explicit detail how long I was 
going to make her wait for release and what I was going to be doing
to 
her to tease her into a frenzy.

She was close. My fingers were covered in her passion. Her breathing 
was shallow and labored. Her sex was enflamed. Over the course of the 
past day and a half she had gotten me off three times, and to my 
knowledge, never came herself. 

I confused her by making her think. As I made small circles around
her 
sensitive flesh, I asked her what she wanted me to do to make her 
come. She said she didn't care, just please put her over. I was a
real 
bitch, I made her make a decision she was in no condition to make. 
Speech was a luxury and thought was impossible. Her coordination, 
however was superb.

One hand tangled in my hair and brought my lips to hers in a crushing 
kiss. The other grabbed the wrist near her sex and forced two of my 
fingers deep inside herself. She released my mouth and screamed as I 
entered her. I could barely keep up with the speed of her thrusts. I 
returned to her breast and bit her nipple.

My name?  '¥ she screamed my name as she came. I don't think I will
ever 
get tired of hearing her do that. My fingers were tightly clamped 
between her thighs and by her inner muscles. I flexed my fingers and 
felt another spasm. So I did it again. I hadn't planned it, but I
made 
her climax again just by nudging her g-spot.

She told me I was evil for being such a tease. I just reminded her 
paybacks were a bitch, but wasn't it worth it? The lazy grin
plastered 
across her face told me it was. I kissed her again as I zipped her 
back into her bra. Her nipple stood out from the cotton. It made my 
mouth water.

Buffy complained when I pulled her to her feet and turned her in the 
direction of the house. She was whining. She was liking the sun and 
she was liking the sand, she wanted to stay. I reminded her I still 
had one, possibly two, orgasms to give yet - depending how you
counted 
- and was pretty sure she didn't want sand in some rather sensitive 
areas.

She was freshly showered and naked on our bed when I arrived back in 
our room.

See part 3