Filling in the Gaps
by Red Willow
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Filling in the Gaps. Sequal to The Spaces In Between.
All BtVS characters or reference to belong to Joss Whedon, ME, and all them other folks, i'm just using them to make my own fun. Non BtVS characters belong to me, as does the story.
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***
"So you don't know these girls?" Buffy asked, holding her black leather boot in front of her as she slid her foot in.
"Who?" I asked coming into her room to retrieve my necklace off her bedside table.
"These... girls... the ones having the party." She clarified.
"Oh... nope." I closed the clasp and let the charm fall onto my chest where it lay in the open V of my shirt. "Tara seems to think I should know them though..." I shrugged, turning to appraise myself in the mirror. "I might have met them... but they don't sound familiar."
Buffy stood up, brushing down the front of her leather pants.
"How do I look?"
"Hot. Like you always do." I grinned, giving her a quick wink before turning away again to readjust my shirt.
"So does that mean I'm party worthy?" She asked stepping behind me. "I could change."
"Mmmm... better not change... I might not let you get your clothes back on." I told her, pressing my back into her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts.
"Oh really?"
"Mmm Hmm..." I turned and caught her lips with my own.
We kissed deeply and at length, tasting fresh mint and sweet lip-glosses, our tongues slowly tumbling back and forth.
Breaking off the kiss, Buffy leaned her forehead against mine and whispered against my lips, tickling them.
"We could... stay here tonight... have a little fun on our own."
I giggled. She was insatiable and I loved it.
"I don't know Buffy... we did tell Tara we'd go. They're probably already on their way."
"But Will..." She whined, pulling my hips toward her, cutting off the remaining space between us. "Dawn's not even here tonight."
"Yeah, 'cause you sent her to Xander's so you wouldn't worry."
"Oh yeah..." Buffy grinned. "And she's spending the night... we could..."
I cut her off with my finger to her lips.
"We said we were going, and we're going." I stated firmly.
She pulled away from me, pouting. She was so cute, decked out in Slayer-worthy leather, pouting because I wouldn't let us stay home to have sex all over the house, and I knew that that was exactly what she had in mind.
"Okay... here's a deal." I said, stepping to her.
"Deal?"
"We go to the party... a-and if you're not having fun and want to leave, we'll take a cab home... and then we can..."
"Okay!" She agreed readily, shaking my hand.
I looked at her suspiciously for a few seconds.
"You're not going to have fun, are you?"
"Gee Will," She started, shaking her head. "I'll try... but I can't promise anything." The sarcasm dripped off her words.
"Buffy..." I warned.
"Hey we shook on it." She pointed out. "If there's no fun for Buffy we come home."
She spun around with a huge grin on her face and grabbed her keys before exiting the room. Before I could get another word in I heard the doorbell ring.
"They're here!" Buffy yelled from the end of the hallway.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I mumbled, checking myself once more in the mirror.
***
"They're here!" I shouted back down the hall before heading down the stairs to let Tara and her friends in.
Opening the door, I saw Tara standing there in a very low cut maroon shirt that showed off her creamy cleavage quite well. I had to force my eyes away from the sight in front of me to look in her eyes and smile.
"Hi." She gave me a short wave and a smile.
"Hey Tara. Will'll be right down." I stepped out of the way to let her in.
"Oh, okay. This is Casey." Tara said, motioning to the girl standing behind her. "Case, this is Buffy."
Casey stepped into the house and smiled. She was tall. Very tall. Her short hair was dyed a deep purple and she sported a ring in her nose. From the sleeveless shirt she wore, I could see the black tribal tattoo that circled her upper arm. It reminded me of Faith's.
"Hi there." She said with a quick smile.
I looked up at her and smiled back, trying to hide my shock at her height.
"Oh I know... I'm tall." She said nodding. "I get that all the time."
"Oh, well... I'm kind of on the short side actually." I responded lamely.
She simply smiled back, before looking around the foyer.
I heard Willow start her descent down the stairs and all three of us turned to watch. A grin spread across my face as our eyes met briefly, remembering how we'd spent the last two hours before getting ready for the night.
"Hey guys." She said nearing the bottom.
"Hi Willow." Tara smiled. "This is Casey. Case, this is Willow."
"How's it going?" Casey asked with a smile.
"Great, you?" Willow asked back.
"Just great."
"So everyone's great?" I asked, ready to get this show on the road. The quicker I got us there, the quicker I could convince Willow to head back home.
Three sets of eyes turned to me briefly before I sighed inwardly and turned toward the door.
We piled into Casey's Red Civic and quickly headed down the road.
"So where are we going?" Asked Willow beside me in the back seat.
Tara looked back. "You know w-where Kent Prep is?"
Willow nodded.
"We're in the apartment complex near there." Added Casey as she began the perilous task of parallel parking in front of the liquor store.
"Oh." Willow sat back.
"Told Claire I'd pick up some more liquor." Casey said to Tara who nodded, releasing her seatbelt.
She turned back to the two of us as Casey got out.
"You staying here?" She asked.
"Yeah, we're cool." Willow nodded.
"Okay."
We watched Tara follow Casey into the liquor store before turning to each other.
I caught her in a kiss before she had a chance to say anything and tugged gently at her bottom lip, demanding access. She parted her lips and I slipped my tongue inside, exploring the confines of her warm, wet mouth. Her hand tightened its grip on my thigh as she leaned into me, meeting my tongue with hers. We kissed at length, our mouths pulling and chasing back and forth, breathing large puffs of air out through our nostrils, determined to get in as much kissing before Tara and Casey came back.
***
I turned back toward Willow and Buffy as Casey closed the door.
"You staying here?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're cool." Willow told me.
I looked between the two briefly before adding a quick 'Okay' and followed Casey into the liquor store.
The store was brightly lit, with rows and rows of every type of liquor one could possibly want. Cases and displays were stacked anywhere there was room and walking through without touching one was hard work. It smelled like spilt whisky and mildew, reminding me of my Father's bedroom after my Mother passed away.
"So w-what are we getting?" I asked Casey, looking around at the array of dark colored bottles in front of us.
"Hmmm... well Claire said to make sure we got Tequila... which..." She looked behind her, glancing around. "Is over there."
She pointed at a large gold and white display.
"Oh... I'll get it." I made my way over to the tequila display and looked at several different ones before glancing back at Casey. "Which do I get?" I asked.
She looked back toward me again and I held up a small white labeled bottle and another, gold labeled one.
"Get the gold, but get that big one right there." She pointed off to my right and I followed where she was pointing.
I picked up the jug-sized bottle, questioning who on earth could drink that much.
"This one?" I asked her walking back to her.
"Yup." She nodded glancing down at the jug in my hands before returning to the two bottles she was trying to decide on in her hands.
"What's that?" I asked.
She grinned and gave me a sly look.
"You really don't drink much do you?" She asked.
I blushed at my naiveté and shook my head. "O-only when I'm with you guys... a-and then... I just drink what you give me." I laughed at my absurdity.
Casey gave me a large smile and snaked her arm around my shoulders.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Tar, we'll break you in yet." She laughed and squeezed me tighter. "Okay... this is Southern Comfort... I can't decide if I want the white or black..."
"S-southern C-comfort?" I remembered the last time I drank that stuff and it was not pretty. "I-I think I'll be passing on that tonight."
"Oh come on... you seemed to like it last time."
"Last time I w-woke up naked in your bed and I could hardly remember most of the night... plus... I w-was sick for two days."
"Well that'll happen when you try to finish a whole bottle by yourself."
"W-w-what??" I asked, unbelieving. Surely I hadn't drank that much.
"Sweetie..." She touched my chin with her fingertip. "Claire hates this stuff. There was just me and little ol' you doing those shots... and I honestly thought I wasn't going to be able to keep up."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"No way." I stated. "I don't drink."
She gave me a knowing look.
"W-well... I used to... um, not drink." I shook my head, a grin creeping onto my lips. "I really drank that much?" I asked her again, looking up.
"Totally." She gave me a quick peck on my forehead. "But, we've got um..." She looked around before returning her attention to me. "Vodka, rum... Mmm... Kahlua..."
We walked around the store, picking up bottle after bottle until both our arms were full of brown and clear liquor.
"I guess that's it?"
"This is all... really?" I asked, the sarcasm evident in my tone.
"Funny girl." She placed her bottles on the counter, then took mine and did the same. "Actually... whoever's there already will be real happy when we get there... there's hardly anything left from the last time." She presented her ID to the questioning man behind the counter. "Never restocked." She clarified, turning back to me.
"Oh."
Casey paid and the mustached clerk bagged the bottles, separating them into two large paper bags. We walked back toward the door where Casey stopped suddenly.
"Hey Tara?"
"Yes?" I asked looked up at her.
"What you said before... about waking up naked in my bed..."
"What about it?"
I watched the frown form on her face while she struggled for whatever it was that she wanted to ask.
"It's just that..." She looked me in the eye and I could see the worry dance around in hers. "You don't... I mean... you're okay with this... right?"
I smiled reassuringly and put my hand on her arm, squeezing lightly.
"I don't do anything I don't want to." I told her. "U-unless... I mean... unless you put a spell on me..." I grinned.
"Shyeah... right. Witch Fu, that's me." She laughed lightly, knowing it sometimes still bothered me what Willow did, but for the most part, I was over it, over her except in an only friend type capacity.
She opened the door, holding it open for me as we stepped back into the fresh air of an early Sunnydale evening. Upon nearing the car though, she stopped again suddenly, causing me to almost lose the grip on the paper bag held to my chest as I nearly ran into her.
"What-?"
"Uh... I think we just found out if Buffy's into girls." Casey said glancing back at me.
"Huh? What are you-"
I followed her line of site to the car. Though it was already starting to get dark, the street lamp and the lights from the store made the view plain to see. Buffy and Willow were caught up in a desperate lip lock, holding each other tight. I had no doubt that this was not their first kiss.
"Oh..." I sighed, wanting to avert my gaze, but unable to.
"Um... you didn't know... about that?" Casey gestured toward the car.
I shook my head, still staring in disbelief at what I saw. Willow's hand was roaming up the side Buffy's neck and Buffy's hand was tangled in Willow's hair.
"I-I..." I wasn't sure what to say. "I think... I knew W-w-willow had a... thing... for her... but..."
"You don't think they... before...?"
I looked at her in shock. Willow wouldn't do that to me. Would she? No way. I shook my head, knowing in my heart that she wouldn't have done that. "No... absolutely not!"
Casey put up her hands and took a step back in defense.
"Okay... calm down. I was just wondering."
"S-sorry... but no. I think this is... must be a new... thing."
I glanced back toward the car just in time to see them break off their kiss and I quickly averted my gaze again. Casey was already near the trunk, her hand fishing in her jean pocket for her keys.
"Come on Tar, we gotta jet." She told me.
I made my way over to her, putting my bag in the trunk next to hers. I made sure not to look in the backseat. I don't know why, but for some reason, I just didn't want them to know I saw them.
"Get everything you need?" Buffy asked as we climbed back into the car.
"Yup, all set." Casey answered brightly before gunning the engine and taking off down the road.