The Spaces In Between
by Red Willow
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Wave after pleasurable wave hit me and moved me, lifted me and electrified me. Her tongue had felt so good, and I knew I'd never had that done so well before. I thought she'd stop, thought she'd get me off and move over for her turn, but she wouldn't let go, held my clit captive in her mouth and before I knew what hit me I was arching up off the bed, gripping her hand and the sheet in my hands as another surge of energy bolted through my body, sending my heart into a death beat as bright Crayola colors ran across my vision before fading into my skin.
I felt myself being stretched, opened wide by tender fingers, while butterfly kisses flapped against my inner thighs once again. And then she slid into me; lifting me back up and thrusting into me slow at first, gaining approval, which I readily gave, meeting her thrusts and crying out. I expelled breath in the form of sound every time she thrust into me.
She brought herself up on her knees, straddled my leg, and grabbed one of my breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers, heightening my pleasure with every tug and squeeze.
I grabbed the headboard above me, picked my hips up and began to thrust down onto her fingers. I was only faintly aware that she was stretching me wider, pushing deeper, and fucking me hard with her fist in a steady pounding. Rocking my body back into the bed. I met her thrust with fervor, riding her fist, my swollen cunt attempting to swallow her entirely.
It was a slow, steady build, but I could feel it, trace its history, plot the course.
"Oh yeah..." I heard Willow moan and I opened my eyes to see her hovering close to me, sweat gleaming on her skin as her arm moved back and forth, her fist rocking inside of me.
I brought my body up, letting her hand fall from my breast to the bed to support her. I wrapped one arm around her back and cupped her cheek with the other, looking directly into her eyes as I felt the surge of energy between us spark and crackle. I claimed her lips with mine, pulling her into a forceful deep kiss and she fucked me harder, reaching deeper inside as I pulled my free leg up around her and brought her closer.
I felt her rubbing against my other leg, sliding her own wetness along my hard thigh and I brought it up, pressing into her, hoping she'd come with me.
The two of us rocking back and forth, her hand inside me, my tongue inside her and both of us feeling, preparing for the oncoming explosion as my legs shook and I moaned louder and louder in her mouth until I just couldn't hold on any longer and was forced to dig my nails into her back, arch up against her and bury my face in her shoulder as the dam broke flooding over her hand, my sex, the sheets and sending streaks of bright current flooding out from my womb to the rest of my body.
I was screaming into her shoulder and coming and shaking, bucking against her and I felt her tense up, as her hips worked against my thigh, bringing herself to orgasm and the knowledge of that brought me over the edge and, coming with her, our hips moving toward each other.
This was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My body wasn't exploding in waves of pleasure as I was used to with every orgasm I'd ever had, instead it seemed to implode, sending those bright bolts of energy up through my body to the very center of my heart. I was being filled and fattened with ecstasy engulfing me from the inside out until it finally shot back out, straight to my fingertips and down to the very bottom of my toes.
***
I couldn't hold it any longer, the aching had become a searing pain shooting deep into the core of my being and I needed release. I slammed my pussy down on top of her thigh and began riding it, the folds of my sex split and smushed against her hard muscle, trailing my juices along tight skin.
I pushed deep and hard into her, rocking her back and forth with the force of everything inside, my entire hand inside her, reaching deep, wanting to be let in and never leave, clasp onto her soul and live there forever.
She broke off the kiss and dug her nails into my back, bucking against me as her orgasm hit. I pushed my body into her as the muscles of her stretched sex tightened around my hand, pulling and holding me, demanding more. I obliged and continued to fist her, pounding the back of her slick passage, even after I felt her liquid shoot from within, washing over my hand and spreading across the sheet below.
I felt my own orgasm rise and shoot through me, a little one on the scale of greats that I've had but I knew that would change soon enough and this was about release, about alleviating the painful ache, easing the pressure. Besides, this was for her, about giving her something, letting her know I love her, and wanted to make her feel wonderful and fulfilled.
I slowed my thrusts as she rode out her orgasm, feeling her whole body shake and shudder against me, her steady stream of cries becoming moans and finally pants as she slowed and came down from what must have been an extremely powerful orgasm and I wondered briefly if she had ever had one of that magnitude before. It would be good for my ego, after all.
I pulled out of her and lay her back down, wrapping her completely in my arms and legs. She was still trembling, trying to catch her breath and when I pressed my cheek against her breast I could both feel and hear her heart pounding. I kissed her chest, her stomach, her shoulder and cheek, whispering "I love you's" and "I got you's."
I felt like we were in a Hoffman painting, expressing spirit and soul. An image with no shape, no form nor context, or border, merely color, swirls and strokes in sinuous movements. The freedom of expression brought together, melded into a completeness, an art, like our bodies tangled and tied to one another, inside each other, tasting and touching, feeling and wanting and needing and having, finally having. And then, committed by friendship and trust and lust and love. This was us making love, all emotion and feeling, two solids becoming one energy, transferred and shared, bringing us together and keeping us there.
***
Things went a little strange at the Scooby meeting. Buffy didn't want to tell anyone right away and I could respect that. So we tried to act as normal as possible, but the events of that morning, only a few short hours before the gathering, had us both glowing. Only Dawn knew what was going on and I had forbade her to say anything.
Giles wasn't upset about Spike, except to say that he was a pretty good source of information but that he was sure we'd find another to replace him. Xander started to go off on how happy he was to see him finally dusted and good riddance, but I quieted him shortly after because Dawn had become visibly upset.
The next few days went by great. Buffy and I spent most of our time together, like we used to in the old days. If felt like we were getting to know each other all over again and I loved every minute of it. We talked for hours, snuggled, went for long walks, and of course, made love. She was embarrassed about making love to me at first, claiming she didn't want to disappoint me and wasn't sure of what to do. She sure didn't have anything to worry about. She told me it must have been all those years of fantasizing about me. I love her so much.
We walked into an empty house, carrying a few bags from the grocery store. I put the bags on the counter and immediately wrapped my arms around Buffy, holding her close and kissing her cheek.
"I love you."
"Mmmm... I love you too." She started, "What's this for?"
"Nothing... I-I just wanted to hold you. I feel like I haven't touched you all day." I pouted.
"Will... we've only been gone a few hours." She said with a grin, shaking her head.
"O-oh... I see, so you can stand not to be close for a few hours... okay... I see how much you love me." I said, hoping to sound pitiful.
It worked. She turned back to me and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me in close and claiming my lips with a deep passionate kiss.
"You know that isn't true." She said after breaking the kiss. "I love to touch you."
A wicked grin crept onto her face and my eyes went wide.
"Oh no you don't!" I cried, trying to get away from her. I ran around the corner of the island, only to have her grab my arm.
"Eep!"
She came up right behind me and put her arms around me, her hands resting on my stomach.
"Mmmm... come on Will..."
"Buffy..." I whined.
"What?" She asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what Slayer..."
"Hmmm... I'm not sure... why not remind me."
She nibbled on my neck, finding my pulse point and sucking softly.
I swayed, fearing I would falter in my conviction that we would not have sex in the kitchen again. We made a mess and Dawn almost walked in on us the last time.
Her hand snaked up to cup one of my breasts and my eyes shot open.
"N-no!" I cried, breaking from her hold, turning around, and holding out my hand in a 'stop right there' gesture.
"Buffy..." I warned.
She grinned, leering at me.
"Buffy..." I tried again, backing up, almost to the kitchen doorway.
"Willow..." Her voice was coated in lust.
I shook my head and backed up several more steps.
"Don't... even... think about it Buffy Summers!"
She took a few steps toward me and I turned quickly, sprinting through the dining room and into the living room, hoping I could make it up the stairs. It seemed that when Buffy was feeling frisky, anywhere we already were was as good a place as any and usually I would agree. But the last time in the kitchen and the times in the dining room, living room, and on the stairs were near run-ins with Dawn as well as Giles, Xander, and Anya.
She caught me at the stairs. Damn!
I was turned on though, despite my conviction for safer sex and I let her lift me onto the stairs, pulling her on top of me and, plunging my tongue into her mouth. My hand was under her shirt before I was even aware of it and she was pulling my skirt up over my knees.
And because we were trying to have a quickie on the stairs, even after I tried my damnedest to get us upstairs, the doorbell rang and we froze.
"I told you!" I whispered harshly.
She looked down at me, then down at what she was doing. She wiggled her fingers inside my panties and I cried out, slapping at her hands.
"Buffy!"
She tried to stifle her laugh and I just glared at her.
She picked herself up and straightened her shirt. Quickly, I threw my skirt back down, straightened my own shirt and ran a trembling hand through my hair. I sat on the stairs as Buffy peeked to see who it was.
She turned around with what I thought might be a mix of shock and guilt.
"Who... is it?" I asked her.
"T-Tara..."
"What?!" I just knew I was going to freak out.
She came by every now and then, that wasn't unusual, although mostly we stayed out of each other's way, trying to heal I suppose.
Buffy just stood there and I knew that Tara probably already knew we were in here, so I gestured for her to go ahead and open the door.
Tara looked in and smiled, seeing us both in her line of sight. She looked good, a bright smile already plastered on her face.
"H-h-hey guys!"
"Uh... hey" Offered Buffy, taking a step back.
"Hey Tara." I gave her a little wave.
She smiled and looked toward the living room.
"Oh... um... come on in." I said getting off the stairs.
I caught Buffy's glare and stuck my tongue out at her before Tara could turn around and catch it.
***
"A party?" I asked, a little more than confused
"You want us... to come?" Asked Buffy, shooting me a look. I wasn't sure what kind of look it was supposed to be, but it was a look none-the-less.
"W-w-well yeah... um... you guys are my friends..." She started, then looked nervous again and hid her face for a few seconds before looking back up at us. "R-right?"
"Of course." I said. I really wanted to have our friendship back.
"Uh huh!" Added Buffy.
"W-w-well good... I-I mean we haven't... hung out... and I thought... well my friends... um... Claire and Casey... Will, do you remember them?"
I shook my head, the names not familiar to me.
"Oh... um, well... Casey's having some... uh... friends over... and said I-I could... w-well if you guys wanted to... to come... guaranteed fun."
I glanced at Buffy and caught her looking at me for direction.
"Well I-I guess that would be cool..."
"Uh, yeah... sure, why not. It'll be fun... we could use some..." She glanced at me grinned. "...more... fun."
We both offered bright smiles to Tara who smiled back shyly before getting her classic 'something's going on, I just know it' face. I didn't know how to tell her about me and Buffy, not because I thought she hoped to get back together with me. I had gotten over that idea soon after she left. What bothered me was that I knew she had feelings for a certain blonde superwoman and I didn't want to hurt her again.
We talked for a few more minutes, asking her if she wanted to stay for dinner and see Dawn. She declined however, telling us that she had to be somewhere, but to give Dawn her love.
"Oh! I-I forgot... wait Tara... I uh... something you left, that uh... well Dawn had it..."
"O-oh... really?"
"Yup! I'll be right back."
I went up the stairs, silence following behind me, and down the hall to my room.
***
"So..." I said, looking from the floor to her, then back down again.
"Yeah..." She agreed, curving her lips and looking at me through hooded eyes.
I glanced back up the stairs, willing Will to hurry up. Hmm, a willing Will. The image of her legs spread in front of me, my hands playing in her panties as I pressed into her on the stairs, danced across my mind's eye and I had to shake my head to clear those thoughts away.
I felt uncomfortable standing here with Tara all of a sudden. Any other time we would be talking, laughing, even hugging. Since "the night" as we've termed it, I couldn't get the idea of Tara flirting with me off my mind, and the fact that I didn't even know if it was a conscience act or not was making everything harder. And then again, maybe it was just my imagination.
Before I knew what was happening, being lost in lustful thoughts of a moaning Willow, Tara lazily ran her hand up my bare arm and smiled.
I didn't pull my arm away because I was too confused. Anyone else and I would have acted right away, but this was Tara, a friend, Willow's ex-girlfriend, shy, witchy Tara who hid behind her hair and stuttered. What was going on?
"So... I'm glad you're coming to the party." She said and I noticed she hadn't stuttered once.
"Um... yeah... and Willow too... let's not forget our favorite red-headed uh... friend... Um... yeah, sounds... uh... fun!" I finally was able to step away, leaving the soft flirt of her fingers on my goose bumped skin.
"Oh, it will be..." She peered at me as if staking claim.
I swallowed hard and then glanced up the stairs in time to see Willow bounding down them. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Tara take a step back.
"Hey... here."
Willow handed what looked to be a charm bracelet back to the blonde witch.
"Oh, I was w-w-wondering where that was. Thanks Willow." She smiled, her shyness springing back into action. I just studied her, trying to figure out what was going on and trying to decide if going to this party would be such a good idea.
"W-well I better go." Tara turned to leave. "Oh and I-I'll call you tomorrow... Casey and I can c-come pick you up."
"Sure, okay." Said Will, glancing back at me.
I nodded.
Tara left through the door and Willow turned to face me, a seductive grin creeping into her features.
I didn't respond though, simply stood there, still trying to figure out what in the world was going on.
"Buff?" Willow put her hand on my shoulder.
I looked up at her and smiled nervously.
"What? What's wrong?"
I couldn't respond. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if I should tell her what Tara had done, not that it was anything bad. It wasn't like she kissed me, or asked me out when she knew I was dating Willow. Dating Willow, that sounds so good. She didn't even know Willow and I were together. And I really didn't know if there was much of anything for me to tell Willow. I felt nothing for Tara, except of course, for the few times I thought she had looked way hot. But I was in love with Willow, totally and completely and I wanted only her. I had no doubts about that. So then why did I feel so guilty?
"Will? Are you sure we should go to this... uh... party?"
"Well, why not Buffy? I-I mean, we never really get to do anything with other people... a-and we haven't really been to a party for like... ever! A-and it was nice of Tara to invite us... I mean... I-I thought..."
I wrapped my arms around her and brought her into a tender kiss.
"Okay..." I sighed in agreement. "We'll go."
I just hoped that that was the right decision.
Continued in the Sequal, Filling in the Gaps.