The Slayer And The Witch - Chapter 11/? Low Heat

["Stefan Akerblom" <nagarek62@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hey again all.

Well after a little final proofing, here it finally is, Chapter 11. This 
one is a little special and different as you will see as you read. Now 
because of this difference it is with quite a bit of nervousness and 
trepidation that I am sending this on, but I hope you like it and as usual, 
feedback is always desired.

Stef.



The Slayer And The Witch - Stefan Akerblom - nagarek - nagarek@xxxxxxxxx
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Critique:	Yes please, but no flames (I'm flammable)
Warning:	Building to NC-17, f/f relations, possibly f/f/m
Characters:	Willow, Buffy, Xander, Anya, Giles, Tara, Angel, Dawn, Spike,
Wes, Cordy, Oz (?), nurse Becky Chapel, nurse Erin Lonsdale,
Main Pairing/s:	Willow & Buffy, maybe Giles/Becky/Erin - who wants to see
that? :o) (not sure yet about Anya/Xander ... maybe) time will
reveal all!
Disclaimer:	Joss Whedon owns all in the Buffy Universe, I have merely played
and embellished, not claimed any rights, apart from a couple of
nice nursies!
Brief: Buffy and Willow have both recently lost their partners, Willow is
hospitalised and Buffy is almost paralysed with guilt over it, both
Willow and Buffy realise how much they really mean to each other,
they embark on a voyage of discovery and figuring out a way to
break their new relationship to their friends while keeping the
minions of the hellmouth from taking over. Meanwhile solutions
present themselves which can have far reaching effects on Buffy
and Willow's future.
Distribution:	Anyone who likes it enough to host it, just please give me a 
link
to where it's hosted

Many thanks go to:
Crys Loch (pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx) for answering my email, and
a lot of inspiration and much encouragement (you said just the right
things to make me think while I channeled Willow),
Dan Spector (danspector@xxxxxxxxx) for some much needed help
with authenticity,
Casandra (jeepy91@xxxxxxx) for answering some silly and some very
awkward questions, you're very special
Thanks also to all the other great people on BuffyWantsWillow, you
make this worth so much to me,
and to Cairo (played at ear-splitting volume) for setting the mood.
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Chapter 11 - Low heat

Buffy was kneeling beside the freestanding bathtub in the ensuite off their 
bedroom. The hot water was filling the tub quickly, the thick foam from the 
bubble bath making a pink cloud mass for Willow to sink her tired and sore 
body into. Willow sat on a chair while Buffy waved her hand through the 
sudsy water, evening out the temperature. Eventually the tub was full and 
the suds were almost spilling out onto the floor. Buffy turned the taps off, 
the water trickling to a stop. She stood and turned, unrolling her sleeve, 
and saw Willow struggling with her clothing. all the bandages and the wrist 
splint had been removed and Buffy saw the healing wounds on Willow's shins, 
the right knee and ankle were covered with dark angry bruises. Willow had 
managed to undo the zip on her skirt but had given up on the buttons, her 
shirt untugged and hanging loose. She looked at Buffy and broke into a warm 
pink smile.

"Having a little trouble here ... could you ..." Willow was whispering 
softly in embarrassment. Buffy walked over and looked at Willow's face. She 
was quickly turning from pink to scarlet. Buffy looked into her eyes and 
the ghost of a smile crept onto her lips.

"Sure Will, stand up please." Willow complied. Buffy's mind was racing, 
keep focused, think about anything but this and you should be ok. She undid 
the skirt button and let the garment slip to the floor. Then she began with 
the top buttons on Willow's shirt, she couldn't avoid Willow's eyes which 
looked at her own as she worked down her body. Buffy tried to smile and keep 
her mind calm, but her hands had begun shaking. She tried covering it with 
banter.

"Looks like anything you wear for a while should have only zippers. We'll 
look through my stuff later ... tomorrow or ... or whenever, see what we can 
find for you to wear." Willow nodded silently, and followed Buffy's fingers 
with her eyes. Buffy reached the last button near Willow's waist and the 
shirt fell open, she reached inside and pushed it off Willow's slender 
shoulders, the sleeves falling away from her arms, the shirt dropped to the 
floor on top of the skirt. Willow stood in the bathroom in front of Buffy, 
dressed only in her underwear, a floral coloured bra and panties in whites 
and apricots, and Buffy had to look into Willow's face to concentrate. She 
saw Willow's face was flushed and glowing. Buffy licked her lips. "Unh ... 
ok, I'll leave now a ... and let you do the rest ..."

"Uh ... Buffy ... I ... I can't ... I can't undo the bra myself, it ... it 
closes in the back ..." Willow looked apologetic and smiled, eyebrows 
arched. Buffy smiled back and swallowed, began reaching around the girl's 
waist but the angle was too awkward, so she walked behind Willow and took 
the material in her hands and unclipped the tiny metal hooks. Her hands 
brushed against Willow's back and she could feel the skin was radiating 
heat. She could see Willow was just as turned on by this as she was, but 
Buffy had to do the right thing and try to concentrate on helping Willow, 
otherwise she'd never get her soothing bath. She stayed behind Willow and 
held one end of the bra strap, Willow lifted her arms away from her sides a 
little, which allowed the bra to fall away from her body. Buffy dropped the 
garment on the pile of the rest of Willow's clothes. Buffy then gulped and 
stood so close as to almost press up against Willow's back, and taking the 
material of her panties in her hands, she slid them gently down Willow's 
legs, careful to pull them over the injuries on her legs as carefully as 
possible, and trying not to pay any attention to Willow's curvaceous back 
and buttocks as she almost bumped her nose into them when she knelt. Willow 
lifted her feet one at a time to step out of the panties, Buffy then stood 
back up. She was close enough that her face was almost against Willow's 
neck. She could smell Willow's skin, a light clean smell like strawberries 
and clover which almost drove her wild with distraction. She felt the heat 
rising from the bath water, she felt the heat radiating off Willow's body, 
and she felt her own internal heat building up, begging for release. She 
looked up and over Willow's shoulder, and saw the red-head in the full 
length mirror of the bathroom door. Buffy almost gasped at the sight. She 
licked her lips and her breathing quickened. Willow's pale slender body was 
on full display, her arms crossed over her chest like a pale red-headed 
Egyptian goddess, her palms resting on her shoulders, hiding her breasts. 
She saw the tiny triangle of very short, neatly trimmed red fur between 
Willow's shapely slender thighs, identical in colour to the hair on her 
head. Buffy gave out an involuntary throaty growl at the sight, she had 
always loved the colour and texture of Willow's hair, the sight of her like 
this was almost too much for the Slayer to bear. She let her eyes wander up 
Willow's body, firm flat stomach, and above that a slender ribcage. Willow's 
face glowed red with embarrassment as she slowly tried to drop and adjust 
her arms to cover her groin while still covering her breasts, and not 
succeeding very well. She eventually sighed and gave up, letting both arms 
drop to her sides and looking steadily into Buffy's reflected eyes. Buffy 
could now see small but shapely breasts with pale pink nipples the size of 
half dollars which were standing out like a pair of hard buttons. Willow's 
eyes were glistening and misty, she let a small smile creep onto her lips. 
Buffy gulped again and kept looking into Willow's eyes.

"Uh ... Buffy, t ... this is just a little ... uh ... um ..." Willow was 
breathing hard, short and shallow panting breaths. Buffy was trying 
desperately to stop her own breathing from sounding like she'd been running 
a marathon, she was certain because of how close she was standing to her, 
that Willow could hear and feel her heart pounding like a jackhammer, it 
would soon beat it's way out of Buffy's chest.

"Yeah, I guess it is ... uh ... what can I do now ... to ... to help you?" 
Willow took a deep breath and limped to the edge of the bath and stopped.

"Can you come here and support me, and I'll try to climb in?" Buffy nodded 
and did as she was asked. She put her hands underneath Willow's arms and 
placed them around her chest. Buffy felt the hard nipples of Willow's firm 
little breasts pressing into the palms of her hands and almost lost her 
composure completely, she was trying desperately not to press her palms 
harder into Willow's sensitive flesh. She felt herself groan uncontrollably 
at the sensation, her body almost giving in to her desires. She very nearly 
felt like fleeing the bathroom then, hoping Willow hadn't heard the sound of 
Buffy's lust. KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE JOB DOOFUS! she admonished herself 
mentally, she could feel her own face was hot and red. Willow was moving her 
legs over the edge of the tub to put them in the water, then she stood 
holding the sides of the tub, gradually letting her right leg slide forward 
underneath the bubbles, then she sat down, stretched out her other leg and 
leaned back. By this time, Buffy was shaking and breathing hard herself, 
thankful when Willow's body was almost entirely covered by the bubbles. She 
drew a final shuddering breath and tried with all her might to pull herself 
together and not think of what she'd seen and felt. This would all happen 
soon enough, but right now she had to protect the girl from herself, because 
she could feel primal urges that were screaming and battering at her 
resolve, trying to break down the walls and let free the relentless lust 
that was roaring through her body.

"All right, now I'll leave you to yourself a while, I ... I'll come back in 
and check on you soon, make sure you haven't fallen asleep and drowned ... 
or something." Willow glanced over, the redness of her face being replaced 
by a serene pink glow as the warm water and the bubbles relaxed the tortured 
muscles and nerves. Willow sighed and nodded.

"Ok Buffy, I won't stay here too long, maybe come back in about fifteen or 
twenty minutes, I'll probably need help again to get back out."

"Ok Will, hope you enjoy it, looks nice and ... relaxing and ... soothing." 
Willow smiled thankfully to her.

"It's heavenly Buffy, I can feel all the aches just falling away from me 
like an old tired skin. I'll sleep like a baby after this." Buffy smiled and 
sighed heavily. She certainly hoped Willow would sleep well, she needed it, 
but it would also make it easier for Buffy to keep herself in control, if 
she didn't have the red-head awake and seeing how much Buffy was lusting 
after her. Now all she needed to worry about was how she was going to be 
able to keep her mind on the job and her gropy hands off Willow while she 
was trying to get the red-head out of the bath and into her bed. She groaned 
mentally, why did the Slayer's life always have to be so hard?

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Dressed in her own pyjamas of white singlet and soft flannel shorts, Buffy 
stepped up to the bathroom door. Drawing a deep breath she knocked and spoke 
in a soft voice

"Hey, it's me."

"Uh ... c ... come in." Buffy opened the door, stepped through and closed 
it again. Willow was still sitting in the bath, the suds having deflated 
quite a bit but she was still mostly covered. To Buffy, Willow looked like 
she was glowing, her smile relaxed and eyes partly closed, she looked like 
she was half asleep, and very happy.

"H ... hey, feel a bit better?" Willow reached her arms up and stretched 
languorously, almost catlike and moaned. Buffy's heart lurched, and the heat 
inside her, barely back under control, began to burn all over again, she 
felt her face beginning to flush. Oohhboy ... this was going to be even more 
difficult than she had thought.

"Mmmm ... I feel wonderful. But I'm almost asleep. I'd forgotten how good a 
bath could be, the hospital is a bit ... they shower you there like you're 
in a a carwash, they almost hose you down, I think a dunk in a cattle trough 
would be just as enjoyable." Buffy laughed, she loved when Willow was 
relaxed and cracking jokes, it felt like things were just perfect when she 
was like this. But Buffy had learned that reality bites, and life had a 
habit of changing it's mind without notice. However, this time with the 
red-head was very special to them both, they would make the most of it, and 
reality be damned, let it run it's course later.

"Well now that you've been hosed down, ready to take the plunge into the 
world of pyjamas? Or do you prefer an all covering bloomer nightie?" Willow 
looked over to her and cast her eyes down, blushing and grinning.

"Well I suppose pj's are gonna be the best for now." Buffy stared off in 
thought for a moment.

"I don't remember seeing any short ones in your stuff, long ones might be a 
bit rough on the legs. I'll give you a lend of a pair of my boxers." Willow 
looked at her and nodded. "Be back in a sec, don't go away." Buffy went back 
to the bedroom and rummaged through a drawer of her own clothes. She pulled 
out a thin white singlet and a pair of dark blue silk boxer shorts covered 
with cartoon characters. She went back into the bathroom and put the shorts 
and singlet on the chair, gathering up Willow's clothes and putting them 
into a laundry hamper. She took a fluffy apricot coloured towel from a rack 
on the wall and walked over to the bath. Willow began to stand up. Buffy 
opened the towel and draped it over Willows shoulders, and bending down into 
the suds, she pulled out the plug to drain the water. Willow stood wrapped 
in the towel and shivered. "Turn around." Willow did as she was bid. Buffy 
pressed the towel into Willow's back and gently rubbed her dry. She took the 
towel off Willow and, kneeling down proceeded to dry the backs of her legs, 
her hands reached up and she hesitated when she got to Willow's buttocks, 
but taking a gulping breath she gently dried the firm globes and continued 
up to the small of her back, standing up she continued up to the shoulders. 
Then she put the towel on the floor. She gently put her hands between 
Willow's arms and her body, and Willow leaned backwards into her, lifting 
her legs awkwardly over the edge of the tub until she stood once again on 
the floor. Buffy picked up the towel and taking another deep breath, walked 
around in front of Willow. She tried to keep her mind focused and gently 
dried the skin of Willow's shoulders, proceeded down her arms, then inwards 
onto Willow's chest, rubbing her hands softly over and between the mounds of 
Willow's firm little breasts. She heard Willow draw in breath sharply as the 
towel rubbed over the hard buds of her nipples, but said nothing, eyes 
following Buffy's hands as they worked over her body. Buffy continued down 
Willow's chest, around her ribs, down onto her belly. She kneeled and came 
face to face with the red thatch of Willow's crotch. She swallowed hard and 
tried desperately to think of anything but what was in front of her. But her 
lusting mind betrayed her, and she could feel the clean strawberry and cream 
smell Willow always had, mixed with a musky sexy smell she'd never 
encountered before, she realised she could see glistening drops of moisture 
between Willow's legs, not all of it from the water of the bath. As she 
continued drying, she brushed over the mound of Willow's sex, and Willow 
spread her legs slightly to allow Buffy access to dry between them. Buffy 
let out a small involuntary squeak, which she tried to cover by pretending 
to clear her throat. With shaky hands she stroked lightly between Willow's 
legs, trying to only dry the flesh of the thighs and desperately attempting 
not to appear as if she was groping the girl. She quickly proceeded further 
down Willow's legs, carefully patting them dry so she wouldn't rub the 
scratches that were still quite raw. She very gently dried both her knees 
and ankles, not wanting to cause any more pain than the sprains already 
caused. then finally she dabbed gently at Willow's feet, and sitting there 
she gave out a little laugh.

"Uh ... what Buffy?" Buffy looked up into Willow's face.

"I was just noticing, even your toes are cute." Willow giggled and grinned, 
face pinking again. Buffy stood up and went to the chair and picked up the 
top and shorts. She walked back to Willow, and as she knelt before her, 
Willow put a hand on her shoulder to steady herself, then lifted one foot 
after the other into the shorts, and Buffy carefully drew them up.

"Ohh ... cool, they feel .. cool, they're sexy Buffy, they feel almost 
slippery."

"Yeah, Sylvester and Yosemite's never been that sexy huh?" Buffy grinned at 
her. Willow snickered.

"Well ... they are, I have no boxer shorts, never thought I'd be wearing 
any." Buffy shrugged.

"I just find them better than regular panties when slaying, they're more 
comfy in my pants, room to kick without being cut in half."

I hear ya, some of those panties are like a garrotte, I heard the Boston 
Strangler invented them." Buffy snorted and looked at Willow who just 
grinned back. "What ... I can't have a sense of humour that's slightly 
skewed off center?" Buffy shook her head and laughed. Then she picked up the 
singlet and held it out.

"Want help with this or can you do it yourself?" In answer, Willow gave her 
a cheeky grin and held her two hands out in front of herself, like she was 
asking Buffy to put the singlet over her arms. Buffy smirked and opening the 
body of the singlet, rolled it up and pushed it over Willow's arms, then 
over her head and rolled it down her body. "You're really enjoying this 
aren't you?" Buffy felt a lot more comfortable now that Willow was again 
dressed after a fashion. This entire last hour had been altogether too 
sexually charged to be ignored. And she'd promised Willow she would help her 
to take things slowly, gently.

"Well you said to enjoy the pampering, so ... I'm doing just that, and who 
knows, maybe I'll get to pamper you sometime." Buffy laughed softly.

"Oh you bet, I'll make you pamper me sometime, next time I bust a couple of 
ribs, you'll get to look after me. Deal?" Willow looked at her resolutely 
and nodded.

"Deal ... but you being you, wouldn't say much even if you DID break ribs, 
you seem to just be able to cope with it." Buffy shrugged.

"Well it's no picnic but I deal with it, the pain goes away after a while. 
Takes a couple of days then they're right as ... rain, I still don't know 
what that means ... right as rain!" Willow hobbled over to the sink where 
Buffy had put her toiletry bag. She rummaged through the bag and pulled out 
a toothbrush and paste. Buffy stepped up beside her, took out her own brush 
and both girls brushed their teeth together. Once finished, Buffy helped 
Willow out of the bathroom into the bedroom. "Uh ... Will, which side of the 
bed do you usually sleep on?" Willow looked at the king sized bed.

"Right side, t ... that side. Oh, but .... s ... so do you ... so ... I can 
... you know ... why don't I lie on that side ... that saves having ... I 
can sleep on either side really." Buffy smiled.

"Right now I think you could sleep almost anywhere. So for now, let's put 
you here, on the left, if it feels better some other way later we'll change 
it. Ok?" Willow smiled and walked over to the left side with Buffy's help.

"Ok Buffy." She gingerly sat down on the bed and Buffy helped her swing her 
legs up, she moved herself down so she could lie more comfortably. Buffy 
then pulled the quilt and sheet up, then walked around to her own side of 
the bed and climbed in. She reached over and switched off the bedside lamp. 
Then switched it back on again.

"Nope, I think it'd be better if you were on this side, that way you can 
lie on your good side away from your sore ribs." she climbed out again, and 
helped Willow to scoot over to the other side of the bed. When Willow was 
comfortable again, Buffy went around to the other side of the bed, switched 
on the lamp there, returned, turned off Willow's lamp, then returned to her 
own side and lay down, switched out the light and got herself comfortable. 
She sighed deeply. "God I ache all over, today's been almost as rough as a 
night out slaying. I think I should have had a bath too but now I'm just too 
whacked."

"Well why don't you go have a shower, maybe that'll soothe you a bit." 
Willow suggested. Buffy thought about it for a few seconds, then shook her 
head.

"Just can't be bothered." She lay on her back, arms across her belly. She 
felt Willow moving on her own side in the darkness, then she felt Willow's 
hand on her arm.

"Uh ... scoot closer Buffy." Buffy wondered what she meant for a second, 
then moved herself closer to the center of the bed. She could see the mound 
of Willow's body under the quilt in the near dark. She felt herself draw 
near to Willow's legs and carefully moved to within a few inches of her, 
Willow was lying almost in the center of the bed. Willow draped her arm over 
Buffy's chest and pressed her body closer. Buffy's breathing hastened, but 
she said nothing. She felt Willow adjusting herself, not quite sure what she 
was up to. After a few seconds of Willow manoeuvering in the bed, she felt 
the red-head's left leg gently laying over her own leg, her knee pressed 
almost into Buffy's groin. Then she felt Willow edge closer still until she 
felt her body lying hard up against her own and saw her silhouette and felt 
her face near. She could feel Willow's rapid breath on her cheek. "Let's see 
if I can relax you a little." Willow breathed the words close to her ear. 
Somehow, Buffy felt that relaxing was something she wasn't likely to be 
doing right now, but for some reason she didn't mind. Buffy felt Willow's 
hand on her cheek as she pushed her face away gently. Not knowing what to 
expect, she was caught unprepared. She felt Willow suck her earlobe into her 
mouth. Buffy's hips bucked involuntarily and she banged softly into the knee 
pressed to her crotch, her breath drawn sharply through clenched teeth, as 
she felt Willow's tongue playing with the tip of her earlobe. Buffy felt an 
incredible sensation running through her body, she hadn't realised how 
sensitive her ears were, the feeling was almost unbearable, Willow let go of 
the lobe and just breathed warm air across her ear softly. Buffy moaned as 
she felt the warm air over the sensitive skin. Again she felt Willow draw 
her earlobe into her mouth to play with it with her tongue, pushing it back 
and forth, licking it, stroking it. Then suddenly she felt Willow's tongue 
snaking it's way into the opening of her ear. She gasped then and felt 
sudden moistness between her own thighs. She squealed and bucked her hips 
again, her groin pressed up against Willow's knee. She groaned out loud as 
she felt the tip of Willow's tongue probing wetly inside her ear, licking in 
the swirls and folds of the external shell, pressing and pushing on certain 
pressure points. The sensation was unbelievable, almost too much to bear, 
and Buffy laughed in surprise, moving her face back towards Willow's, 
pulling her ear out of reach.

"Oh god Willow, where did you learn that?" She could actually feel Willow 
grinning in the darkness, and she was panting.

"You like a little?"

"God yes, I like, much! It's incredible, nobody's ever done that to me, 
it's ... I didn't know ... it's ... it's so ... so sensitive." Willow pushed 
Buffy's face away again.

"Then shaddup and enjoy!" She felt Willow this time grab her earlobe with 
her teeth, which made Buffy squeak with surprise. She didn't bite, just 
grabbed firmly, but it shocked Buffy, Willow certainly knew what to do to 
make her feel. And right now she was feeling like she would soon explode if 
Willow wasn't careful. But careful didn't seem to be on Willow's mind, 
relentlessly she tugged on Buffy's earlobe, she pushed it with her tongue, 
sucked on it, licked it and played with it, and when Buffy thought she 
couldn't stand much more, Willow again plunged her tongue deep into her ear. 
This time Buffy couldn't control herself, she let out a loud moan that rose 
in pitch until it became a squeal, her legs shaking and tensing up, she felt 
a deep shuddering pleasure roil through her stomach and deep in between her 
legs like an ocean wave.

"Ohhhhh .... gnnnn ... oh ... my ... godddd." She was moaning and rocking 
back and forth, and suddenly realised she had to stop or she'd hurt Willow. 
"I ... don't ... I don't believe it ... how ... I ... that's n ... never ... 
you made me ... I ..." she panted hoarsely and licked her dry lips. Sighing 
deeply, she ran a hand through her fringe, pushing sweaty hair out of her 
eyes. Again she could feel Willow's gorgeous grin in the darkness, her hand 
flat on Buffy's stomach.

"Yes, I know ... I could feel it, I felt it inside you, I felt it in your 
belly, mmm ... it was nice." Buffy felt her entire body go slack as she 
slowly came down off the plateau. "And you seem to be feeling a bit more 
relaxed now."

"Relaxed? God ... I thought I was tired before, I'm exhausted now! 
Phewww!!!" She looked at Willow, seeing light from somewhere glinting in her 
eyes. She smiled and reached out to touch Willow's cheek. "Yes Will, I'm 
really relaxed ... a ... and completely pooped, how do you expect me to do 
that to you now?" She heard Willow click her tongue.

"I'm not expecting you to do anything of the sort, I did it for you, you've 
been so good, you and Dawnie have been so nice to me today and ... and you 
needed it. And anyway I don't think I'd cope too well right now if you DID 
do that to me ... or anything ... else that intense." she paused for a 
moment, then darted forward and kissed Buffy suddenly on the lips, a soft 
but full contact. Buffy looked at her, eyes now well adjusted to the dark, 
and she saw the wonder of the red-head lying next to her. She craned her 
neck forward a little, and Willow again moved towards her, this time more 
slowly. Willow's lips touched Buffy's and parted, her tongue flickering out 
to run across Buffy's bowshaped top lip, Buffy opened her lips, her tongue 
reached out and stroked the side of Willow's tongue, Willow's tongue 
retracting, Buffy's tongue plunging into the hot wetness of Willow's mouth. 
They lay and tasted each other's sweetness, lost in timeless tenderness, 
lips brushing across lips, gentle, soft, hot and perfect. After a while, 
Willow pulled back to look at Buffy's face, sighing deeply and smiling in 
the darkness, her eyes glistening.

"I love you so much." Buffy could see Willow's glittering wet eyes and was 
herself almost lost for words. She whispered in a shaky voice.

"I love you too Will ... more than I could ever be able to tell you." 
Willow sighed deeply, closed her eyes and snuggled down on the pillow, 
resting her head down into the crook of Buffy's shoulder. Buffy could feel 
Willow's arm move up off her stomach to lie draped lightly over her upper 
body, Willow's warm hand softly cupped around her right breast, and gently 
squeezed once, then relaxed. Within minutes, both girls were deeply asleep, 
safe in each other's arms and secure in each other's love.

to be continued in:

Chapter 12 - Slow love

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