Of Stakes And Spells
by VixenRaign
ALL THE THINGS:
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[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'R' FOR ADULT CONTENT! DO NOT READ IF SUCH MATERIAL BOTHERS YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! (please note as well, this is a F/F pairing!)]
ALL THE THINGS
= = = (*Left Unsaid*) = = =
Tara looked down at her hand, intertwined with Willows. They seemed to fit together nicely. She enjoyed the feeling of warmth it gave her. She hadn't held a girl's hand (or anyone's for that matter) in a long while. She realized how much she missed it. Slowly, Tara lifted her eyes to Willow's. The redhead looked confused, yet excited. Tara knew exactly why.
Willow felt strange. She had tried to move the vending machine with all the power of her mind, and yet all she could get it to do was wobble. True, both she and Tara couldn't even get it to do that with their physical strength, but . . . it was weird! It was like: one minute she was concentrating as hard as she could on moving the massive appliance, then next, it was moved. She remembered taking Tara's hand, and then . . . {Wow, is all that can be said!} Willow thought. It'd been amazing! And incredibly intimate. It was like Tara had reached inside her and pulled out this hidden piece of her spirit. Willow pulled her hand away. Blushing slightly.
"Wow . . ." Tara muttered. Willow nodded, but quickly turned to face her, eyes bugged. Tara looked scared, but then realized. "I-I-I Spoke!" she said. Willow nodded again. They hadn't realized how much time had passed. Both girls felt kind of wonky, their head slightly swimmy, and overly relaxed. Suddenly both heads turned towards the door as they heard feet hammering down the stairs towards their hiding place in the laundry room.
"Scream!" Willow told Tara.
"W-What?" Tara asked quickly.
"Don't ask, just scream!" and with that Willow started yelling at the top of her lungs, Tara joining in, looking slightly confused as to what was going on. The loud stomping down the stairs didn't stop, and soon there was a pounding on the door! Willow screamed louder, and higher, waving her hand to indicate that Tara should too. She did, but stopped once the door started to cave. They heard the wood snap and splinter, but they couldn't see past the Vend. Willow just yelled higher until suddenly the machine toppled over and skidded across the room.
Buffy stood there, framed in the door. She was standing in a fighting stance, looking between Willow and Tara. Willow had stopped screaming now. She dropped the offensive attitude and ran to the redhead. In one quick move she pulled her best-friend up, and into a tight hug. Willow embraced her back tightly.
"Willow I was so worried!" she said, not letting go. "I was fighting the gentlemen with Riley, and I screamed, and all their head blew up and . . . I can't explain it! It was like I was being drawn to you! Like I was a compos, and you were due north . . . I don't know how I found you but . . ." she let go, and looked at the Witch critically, looking for injuries. "Thank god you're okay. I heard you screaming . . ." she said looking between Willow and the other girl. She did a double take. {Isn't that the blonde from the Wicca group? Why are my Slayer Senses telling me something's off here?}.
"Oh! Buffy, This is Tara, from my Witch group. Tara, this is my room-mate Buffy." Buffy held out her hand, and the Witch shook it gently. Buffy gave her a small smile, enjoying the soft touch of the blonde' slim fingers. "She saved my life Buffy, she helped me move the Vending machine-" And before Willow could even finish, Buffy was hugging Tara. Tara looked kind of surprised, and Willow looked slightly shocked.
"Thank you so much!" Buffy said as she pulled away, "You have no idea how much this means to me! Willow's my best-friend, she means the world to me, ask for it and it's yours!" Buffy took Willow's hand in her own, and gave Tara a look to say she was dead serious.
Tara didn't know what to say. She had been thinking about both these girls all day and then some. She had been contemplating doing spells with Willow to get people's voices back, and she'd been thinking about the Slayer in a more intimate sense {after all, not many women flirt with me!}. She had no idea that doing spells with the pretty redhead would feel that amazing, or that Buffy would be offering her a reward for saving her best friend's life.
"I-I-I don't know w-what to say . . ." Tara stuttered, blushing at her nervousness and her speech impediment. "I-I-It was nothing, r-really." She looked up to see a nervous Slayer, who leaned over towards Willow and asked.
"Am I really that intimidating?" She looked worried, and almost sad. Willow frowned, then realized what her friend was talking about.
"N-No, B-B-Buffy this hap-happens a lot." Tara nodded, comfortingly. Buffy smiled slightly at that. It slowly crept up the corners of her mouth, into a flirtatious grin. Tara's face changed from comforting to questioning.
"In that case it's kinda cute . . ." Tara blushed, and let her long hair fall in her face. Looking down at her shoes, she suddenly saw another pair standing right by hers. Then she saw two small hands push the hair back behind her ears. She looked up into Buffy's smiling face. "Let me buy you something?" she asked. Tara didn't know what she was talking about. "For saving my Willow, how about that?" Tara watched as the Slayer dug around in her pockets, pulling out a pen. She then took Tara's hand and wrote down their dorm's phone-number.
"Buffy?" Buffy turned around to see Willow's slightly hurt face. She knew that the redhead was hurting a lot more, but was simply holding it in so Tara wouldn't see. Buffy flashed her a winning smile and wrote '10am' next to their phone number. She gently blew air onto Tara's hand, seemingly to dry the ink. But the look Tara saw on Buffy face was a lot more suggestive. Tara shuddered, and the Slayer noticed.
"There!" Buffy said, capping the pen, and placing it back in her pocket, "That's our dorm number. I want you to call us tomorrow morning, at 10am. I'm going to take you out to breakfast, and I want to hear the whole story of how you saved my Wills. Okay?"
"A-Are you s-sure?" Tara asked. Buffy nodded.
"Yeah, even after near-death experiences you'll be up by 10. Trust me, you body will kick into 'Living Life To The Fullest' mode, and have you up at the crack of dawn . . ." Buffy smirked, knowing that wasn't what Tara meant. Tara smiled, glad that she finally met someone who would joke with her. She nodded, and walked back over to Willow. Tara watched as the Slayer took amazingly expert care of her friend. Looking her over again and again. She asked her if she was alright, and Willow nodded. She senses there was something more going on there, but couldn't put her finger on it.
"You'll call us, right? Not gonna stand up a free breakfast with a beautiful woman are you, 'cause I know Willow's dying to see you again . . . ?" She watched as Willow playfully swatted Buffy's arm. She laughed, and continued. "I don't get a call from you by 10, I'm gonna come and look for you okay? So call. This way I don't have to bust down you're dorm-room-door!" Buffy smiled, and grabbed Willow, who screamed, as she was tossed over the Slayer's shoulder. Buffy waved goodbye as she settled the Witch into a Piggy-Back position. Tara watched as the both trotted happily up the stairs to their room, laughing and smiling.
= = = (*I Should Have Told You*) = = =
Buffy shoved the door open, and dropped a happy and laughing Willow on to her bed. Buffy turned to take off her jacket, but quickly looked at the Witch when she heard a sharp intake of breath. She saw the redhead wince and grab her ankle. Buffy rushed over and told Willow to lie down. Willow did as she was told, and watched as Buffy took out her Post-Slayage First-Aid-Kit. This had all the things she'd need after a more rigorous night of slaying. It even had a special needle and thread so she could give herself stitches.
Willow watched as Buffy took out an instant ice-pack, and an Ace Bandage. Very slowly and carefully, Buffy pulled up the cuff of Willow's jeans. She then undid the laces, and took off the redhead's shoes.
"Yup, this is a pretty bad sprain . . ." Buffy said, popping the internal bag for the Ice-Pack, and placing the now cold plastic on her friend's leg. She took it off after a few minutes, and looked at it again. "You should be fine by tomorrow. The swelling is pretty bad, but that's probably just because you tried to walk on it. You can just lean on me tomorrow." Buffy looked up smiling. Willow smiled slightly, but remember that she'd smiled at Tara that way too.
"You sure you won't be leaning on Tara?" Willow said in a small voice. She would have said it louder, if the thought didn't depress her so much. She wanted to be mad, she wanted to be upset, but she knew . . . she knew she never had the Slayer's heart in the first place. {First I saw the way she was with Riley, then in the hall; the way she fallowed Tara with her eyes . . . I should have known that I'd never get to be with her. And besides, even if I was with her, I don't think I'd be enough} Willow grumbled to herself. She looked up to see a smiling Slayer.
"Made you jealous?" she ask, her voice low. Willow looked down and nodded. She felt Buffy start taking off her other shoe, but didn't look up.
"So it's true?" Willow asked quietly, fighting back her tears with all her remaining strength, "You were flirting with her?" her voice quavered slightly at the last words. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she cursed herself for her weakness. She felt Buffy start to take off her socks too, but didn't want to Slayer to see her cry.
"Yes, but you want to know why?" Buffy answered, her voice calm and soft. Willow nodded, and felt Buffy slide up her body smoothly. Here eyes bugged as she saw Buffy smiling down from above her. Willow let out a low groan that she didn't realized she'd been holding in. "It was incase you wouldn't have me . . ." Buffy said, he face was brave, but Willow saw just how scared she was in her eyes.
"Just in case, you changed you mind, so I might have something to look forward to for tomorrow . . ." Buffy sighed, and leaned closer until their noses were only a centimeter apart. "Because I don't know how I could go on without you Will. I wake-up every day to see you smile. I go to Psych to be with you, and hold your hand while I sleep. I may fight the good fight that you want in on, but I go out there every time . . . for you. To make the world safe, FOR YOU. A better place for YOU to live, and be happy, and free, and maybe even one day grow old in." Willow was speechless. How many times had she dreamed about this. Buffy telling her she loved her, and wanted to be with her, and telling Willow how much she meant to the Slayer. But no dreams can ever live up to reality.
"I love you Buffy, don't ever doubt that." Willow whispered, the tears in her eye now ones of joy. The Slayer gently kissed them away as the rolled down her cheek. Buffy leaned her forehead against Willows, and closed her eyes. As she opened them, her penetrating stair returned. Once again her eyes seemed to look past her mind, past her soul and deeply into her heart. She seemed to like what she saw there, as she smiled.
"I love you too Willow. Don't ever leave me." With that she leaned in and captured Willow's lips softly between her own. They met with a rush of feeling and warmth. It felt like coming home, like she'd spent her life wondering, and Willow had just found where she truly belonged. The Witch's eyes drifted shut the second her lips connected with the Slayers.
Buffy was having trouble breathing. She'd never felt so incredible with anyone else. She never though anything would ever feel as good as Angel did, but this was . . . perfect. She drew a shuddering breath as she kissed this beautiful woman she loved. Buffy's hand slipped down the witch's face, cupping her jaw by the ear, encouraging Willow to linger unlike their other shared kisses. The Slayer was savoring ever moment.
Willow reached up to wrap her arms around Buffy' neck. She pulled the blonde closer, wanting to feel more of this amazing heady sensation she got from kissing Buffy. As the angle of the kiss changed, Willow really started to taste the lips connected with her own. That sweet vanilla and strawberry flavor seeping into her mouth through the gentle ministrations of the Slayer's silken lips.
Buffy let herself fall into the kiss. She tried to remember what it was to be kissed with such tenderness. With such loving admiration and Aw. Something about kissing Willow felt so right and familiar, yet at the same time new and exciting. She lost herself in her friend's touch, Mind body and soul submitting to an eternity with this one amazing person. As the play between mouths increased, Buffy started to tenderly suck on Willow's lower lip.
Willow let out a small moan, totally taken aback by Buffy's sensually playful nature. She just laid back and relaxed as Buffy took the kiss further. Willow felt somewhat overwhelmed with everything that was happening tonight. Not being able to talk all day, seeing Buffy with Riley, being chased by the gentlemen, watching Buffy flirt with Tara . . . and yet with every touch from Buffy, she knew more and more that everything was going to be fine. Buffy slowly pulled back
"Are you alright with this?" Buffy asked, breathing warm words across their faces. Willow nodded, taking in as much oxygen as she could. Buffy looked worried, as she was unaware that it was her kisses that had left her friend so out of breath.
"I haven't been this alright in a long time." She smiled, and pulled the blonde closer to her, their lips once again a hair's breath apart.
"Me too." Buffy breathed, and once again captured the redheads lips with her own. Buffy ran her free hand down to Willow's side, cupping their hip so as to bring them even closer together. Buffy moaned into the kiss, which slowly turned into a slight growl. Buffy pushed the kiss just that little bit further, running the tip of her tongue along the generous curve of the Wicca's luscious lower lip.
Willow thought she was about to faint. The soft touches of Buffy's hand on her hip, the way she was gently sucking on her lower lip, and now she was asking to kiss her even further. As soon as she felt the blonde run her tongue along the inside of her lip, she moaned into the Slayer's mouth. She felt Buffy smile slightly as she gained the access to the mouth she so desperately enjoyed. Buffy gently slid her tongue into the redhead's mouth, surprised when Willow's met her. They ran together smoothly, neither fighting for dominance but simply enjoying the feel of each other.
Willow felt Buffy start to slide her hand up the bottom of her shirt. The feeling of the slayers small fingers running along her stomach made her quiver in anticipation. He back arched slightly as it climbed even higher. She felt Buffy cup a hand over her breast, and felt the nipple harden underneath. Willow would have gasped, but her mouth was slightly preoccupied. Buffy continued her gentle caresses of both her breast and tongue, as she climbed more fully on top of Willow. Suddenly, Buffy pulled away, and sat back on her calves. Willow was worried until she saw the small smile on the Slayer's face.
Buffy reached for the hem of her shirt, and pulled it off. Once the fabric had cleared her face, she saw the shocked yet glazed look in her new girl-friend's eyes. She slowly lowered herself back down, and returned to pleasing her. She reached down, and tugged at Willow's shirt, indicating that she wanted it gone. She watched as Willow pulled back from the kiss. For a second she was worried that Willow might refuse her, and send her away, but the look in her eye told Buffy that she was just being shy. Buffy smiled, and started kissing Willow's neck, trying to get her to relax. It worked, and soon Willow was tugging off her shirt.
Willow blushed as her head popped out of it's collar. She was expecting to find a disapproving look in Buffy's face, but instead only saw lust. {Lust?} Willow thought,{Am I sure she's looking at me 'cause . . .} But before Willow could finish that thought Buffy leaned down, and started kissing the tops of Willow's breasts. Her back arched, and she let out a loud unrestrained moan. Buffy's head shot up to look at Willow. Her face looked shocked, yet aroused, and she slowly and showfully lowered herself back down. Willow's eyes closed at the amazing sensation of Buffy kissing her like this. Absolutely nothing compared to it!
As Buffy reverently kissed the expanse of alabaster skin before her, she groaned at the incredible feeling of their skin touching. It was like her whole body was on fire, and she was shivering with want. She needed to feel more of it. She slowly slid her hands down the Wicca's ribs, and onto her hips. After a few seconds there, she slid her hands between them, and grasped the fabric of the redhead's jeans. Willow pulled back suddenly.
"Buffy!" Willow urgently whispered, "W-What are you doing?" Buffy looked hurt. Willow was just confused. She and Buffy had JUST confessed their love for each other. Willow wasn't sure that sleeping together so soon was such a good idea. But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to! She had known Buffy for over 4 years now, and they were in love (no doubt about that!). She did want Buffy desperately, more then she cared for oxygen right now. They knew how they felt for each other for a few weeks now, they just hadn't done anything about it . . . "Just don't take my underwear off, okay?" Willow whispered in her little-girl voice. Buffy nodded, smiling widely.
Slowly and delicately, Buffy undid the buttons on Willow's jeans. She slid her hands just inside the waist band, and at an agonizingly slow pace ran them down her girl-friend's legs. She felt Willow shiver under her touch, and grimed deeply at the effect she had on this girl. Before she came back up, she too slid off her pants. Sliding up Willow's body wearing nothing but her undergarments was the closest thing she felt to heaven. Buffy thought she was going to melt right then and there. She opened her eyes, in pure ecstasy, to see Willow's panting and slightly flushed face mere inches from her own. Leaning down she claimed her best-friends' lips with her own.
As they kissed, they started to run their hands all over each other's bodies, feeling the skin running beneath their own. Buffy settled herself on top of Willow again, this time with one of her legs between the Wicca's. As their caresses became more focused and demanding, Buffy pressed her knee up into Willow.
"BUFFY!" Willow half yelled, half moaned at the contact, "What . . . What are you doing?" she asked, her breathing labored.
"Making Love to my Girl-Friend." Buffy said, grinning from ear to ear. Willow was so entranced by Buffy's smile and the sweet words coming out of her mouth she forgot what exactly was going on. She remembered, though, when Buffy added more direct pressure to the apex of Willow's legs. "Ahh!" she moaned, back arching violently, eyes pinched shut in pleasure. She shivered as Buffy leaned back down, their hot flushed skin once again coming into contact with each other's.
She felt dizzy as Buffy stared kissing her neck, leaving loving little hickies she'd have to hide in the morning. She had never felt so incredibly overwhelmed with pleasure before. Oz had always been quick when it came to Loving, and he was never really into foreplay so this was a whole new experience for her. As Buffy found the Witch's soft-spot just below her ear-lobe she gasped, and tightly grasped Buffy's thigh with her own.
Buffy's back arched, and she gave a loud moan, pulling away from Willow's neck. Willow turned to look down at her as Buffy eased her eyes open. Buffy blushed. Willow continued to hold the blonde's leg tightly between her own, and pulled Buffy closer. Buffy gave out another short moan, which she quickly tried to stifle. Willow leaned up, and captured the hardened tip of Buffy's breast through the fabric of her bra. Buffy let out a low growl, and arched her back, causing her leg to slide along Willow's center and her own to slide along Willow's leg. They groaned in unison.
With the speed, strength, and agility born only to a Slayer, Buffy flipped them over so that Willow was on top. Willow looked up, no longer feeling the bed beneath her. She took a second to become accustomed to her new surroundings, then felt Buffy slide the leg between her up the bed. Now her leg was pressing deep into Willow's center, and she was close (Buffy could feel it). Willow wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck, and Buffy firmly grasped the Witch's hips in her hands. Slowly Buffy started a push and pull motion, letting Willow guide her as far as the rhythm went.
Willow thought she was about to explode! She was making love with Buffy, and she was being so kind, and gentle, and tender, and sweet . . . not to mention the fact that this was the most amazing feeling she'd ever known! She knew she was close, but she didn't want to finish with out Buffy along side her. She slid her leg higher, applying a more direct pressure to the Slayer's center. She felt Buffy pull away from her soft stop to gasp "Willow!". Liking the way Buffy said that, she started to mimic Buffy's motions with her. Soon the only thing coming out of the Slayer's mouth was "Willow!", "Oh God!" or "Don't Stop!". Enjoying the sound of Buffy's feverish breathing next to her ear, and moaned exclamations, she'd only barely noticed that Buffy had sped them up. But she was starting to feel it now!
"Oh Goddess Buffy! I'm close!" she whispered quietly to her. Buffy nodded, and sped up. Both girls increased pressure as they felt their internal coils of passion tightening, getting ready for their release. "Oh Gods! Oh Gods! BUFFY!" Willow screamed as she went over the edge, the feeling of Willow's internal explosion against her leg set Buffy off with a long husky "Yes! WILLOW!".
Willow collapsed onto Buffy, panting as she tried to regain her breathing. She felt Buffy's chest rise and fall just as rapidly beneath her cheek. She smiled contentedly. That was everything she'd ever dreamed of and more . . . only this time it was real. Now, they really were Lovers. Willow looked up smiling at Buffy, realizing that it was true. They really were together. Buffy smiled back down at her, still breathing rapidly. She gently pulled Willow up to her, and kissed her lips softly. Willow was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She doubted if she ever would. She felt Buffy smile, and pull away.
"You feeling sleepy?" Buffy whispered, not knowing how to feel right now. She had never felt so alive, and yet she felt like she was about to pass-out. Willow nodded, and tried to stifle a yawn. She ran her hand softly over her Lovers glowing red-hair, and smiled. She gently lay her back down on her chest. {Wow,} Buffy thought, {We did it. We really did it. She and I are together now . . . Never thought I'd see the day. I was worried we'd never get together because we'd each be too scared to make the first move. Wow . . . Willow Rosenberg is my LOVER . . .} {It does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?} came her other voice. Buffy yawned, and pulled the sheets over her self and her new Girl-Friend. {Yeah,} she answered sleepily, {It does . . .}
(Author's Note: So, what did yall think? Did you like what Danny wrote? Can you guess where I stopped and she began? Can you guess where I started again? If you can I will post your name on one of my next chapters as QUEEN OF WRITING STYLE GUESSING. Note me back, to tell me what you think of this new chapter. OR! E-Mail me, and I WILL write back! Please note that the next chapter and possibly more after that will contain adult content. You have been advised. -ViXeN-)