Everyone Else Could See It
by TheBear
Chapter 3
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Part 3
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"Is she awake?" Buffy asked the doctor, concerned that she would still be unconscious.
"No," Doctor Wilkinson said, "We did wake her up briefly, but she's obviously exhausted and fell back asleep right away." Seeing the worry on Buffy's face, she added, "This is entirely normal, Ms. Summers. Your girlfriend is ok, and we'll be waking her up to check on her every hour or so for the next few hours, so she'll be able to tell you herself. She's going to be just fine."
"She's not my girlfriend," Buffy said. "We're just best friends." Her voice lacked any tone vehement denial, however and the doctor misconstrued her meaning.
"I understand," the doctor said. "Really though, you don't need to worry; we're very open minded around here." Doctor Wilkinson thought Buffy might be worried about being harshly judged or that her girlfriend might get less than top-notch care because they were lesbians. "Studies show that patients get better, faster when their significant others take an interest in their recovery; we don't care what race or gender they are, so long as they're here for them."
Buffy wanted to get in to see Willow, she didn't feel like standing there and arguing with the doctor, so she just let it slide.
They walked in to the room and Buffy was suddenly struck by the vision before her. Willow, lying in a hospital bed. Buffy had a flashback to when Willow was in a coma after Drucilla's attack on the library back when they were juniors in high school.
This time there was no bandage on her forehead; and Buffy wasn't on the run from the police; but it was still traumatic. She felt her throat tighten and her eyes well up with tears.
Doctor Wilkinson touched her gently on the shoulder, quietly saying, "I'll leave you two alone. A nurse will be by in about 45 minutes to check on her."
Buffy just stood there as the doctor left, closing the door behind her. She walked around the bed so she could see the door and Willow at the same time, and pulled up a chair so she could sit right next to the bed.
She took Willow's hand in her own hands and bent down, rubbing her cheek on Willow's knuckles. "God, Will. I was so scared when I saw you down on the ground," she whispered. "I couldn't do any of this without you." Her tears spilled over and fell on the back of Willow's hand, waking her up just as Buffy said, "I love you Willow."
Willow hummed in pleasure, "Mmm, I love that dream," she mumbled as she woke up. She opened her eyes to see Buffy's smiling face and feel her holding her hand. She was about to smile back when she noticed her head was throbbing rather painfully.
Buffy frowned as Willow's hum turned into a groan.
"Oh! Ouch, head hurts," Willow whined.
Buffy squeezed her hand lightly; "I'm so sorry Will. I should have never let him get past me..." she began to apologize.
"What happened?" Willow asked, confused. She didn't really remember how she got where she was. She crinkled her brow in concentration, "I was sitting in the room; I was reading something... I remember getting up and walking over to the window... and now I'm in the hospital?" she asked.
Buffy was staring at Willow's hand. She was holding it with her left, and rubbing slow circles across the back of it with her right. She marveled at how big Willow's hand seemed, compared to her own. Big, but so soft, and gentle; her own hands were rough and callused from hours and hours of weapons training, and combat. She began to pull away, self-conscious of the coarseness of her hands against Willow's soft skin, but Willow gripped her tightly.
"Don't. I like it. It's nice..." Willow began.
Buffy raised her eyebrows, but didn't look up from Willow's hand. "Nice?" she asked gently.
Willow smiled, "Yeah, I like it when you touch me," she whispered. Suddenly embarrassed about revealing that, she quickly asked, "So, how exactly did I go from the dorm room to being in the hospital with a sore head?"
Buffy didn't bother to analyze Willow's comment- mostly because she too enjoyed the touching. It was reassuring, holding Willow's hand and stroking her skin. "You must have heard Riley and me arguing outside the dorm," she said.
Buffy went on to explain the basics of the situation to Willow, who absorbed the information with a sort of quiet shock. Buffy didn't go into detail as to their argument, only that they had argued, Buffy had told him off, and he attacked Willow.
"I'm so sorry I didn't stop him before he hurt you, Willow," Buffy said, staring into the redhead's eyes as she finished the tale.
"Riley did all that? But, but... Why? And why did he push me down?" Willow asked in bewilderment.
Buffy focused once again on their joined hands as she answered that question. "He was mad because he thought I spend too much time with you, and because I'm always talking about you." Her voice dropped almost to a whisper as she added, "I think he was jealous..."
"Of me?" Willow squeaked. She thought about it for a minute. Even though she didn't really like it when Buffy went out with Riley, it was unfair of her to try and monopolize her time. She realized that she probably had been subconsciously interfering with Buffy and Riley's relationship, because she was jealous of Riley. She was jealous that Buffy had feelings for him instead of her. She realized she was being selfish.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, Buffy. Jeez, I've been hogging all your time, and then tonight; at the Pump... no wonder he was..."
"Don't!" Buffy said, quickly covered Willow's lips with her fingers, stopping her from that line of thought. "Don't ever apologize for spending time with me, Will." She slid her fingers along Willow's lips, across her jaw, and stroked her hair. "You're way more important to me than Riley Finn could have ever been."
Willow shuddered under Buffy's touch. God! How she longed for the slayer to touch her. She yearned to have Buffy's hands cover every square inch of her body. She had to bite back a moan as Buffy's fingers trailed along her jaw-line and into her hair. Even this purely platonic touch had Willow trembling with desire.
The nurse came at that moment to check on Willow. "Ah, it's good to see you're already awake, young lady." She said. She seemingly took no notice of the touching and looks that were going on between the two.
Willow expected Buffy to pull back in embarrassment, but was pleasantly shocked when Buffy continued to hold her hand and stroke her hair.
"Ma'am, I'm going to need that hand for a moment, please." The nurse said, trying to get Buffy to move away so she could take Willow's vitals.
Buffy looked up at the nurse as if only now noticing that she was even there. She looked back down into Willow's eyes and smiled. "I'm gonna go call Giles. I'll be right back, ok?"
Willow was captivated by Buffy's smile. "Ok," she said. She probably would have agreed to exploratory surgery without the benefit of anesthesia at that moment. Her own face was plastered with a goofy smile.
After Buffy left the room, the nurse began taking Willow's vitals. "You're a lucky girl, Willow," the nurse said. "Not many people find someone that loves them like that."
"Oh, were just friends," Willow mumbled around the thermometer.
The nurse raised her eyebrow and harrumphed her disbelief. "Humph! I've been a nurse longer than you've been alive, young lady. I know the difference between a look of friendship, and the look of pure adoration and love!"
Willow squirmed under the stern gaze of the nurse. "Well," she started; surprised at herself for sharing something this personal with a stranger, but she couldn't bring herself to deny it. "Yeah, but she doesn't know; she doesn't feel the same way I feel about her..."
The nurse's look softened into an expression of maternal concern. "Honey," she began, shaking her head gently. "I wasn't talking about the look on *your* face..."
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Buffy stood next to the payphone. She was leaning against the wall with her head back and her eyes closed, trying to mentally regroup. She wasn't looking forward to this call; she had to tell Giles that she might have killed a human. "Not just 'a human' Dammit! Riley! I might have killed my Boyfriend!" she thought. "Well ex-boyfriend, technically..." her mind sidetracked.
"That's not the point," she argued to herself. "Boyfriend or ex, he was human, and I hurt him so bad that he could die."
"But he hurt Willow!" her mind argued back with her. "She could have been hurt a lot worse than just a bump on the head- you didn't know. And, he was going to kick her! He could have broken her ribs or smashed up her internal organs and stuff!"
"Yeah, so I did it to him instead," she whispered to herself.
If that wasn't enough, there was the whole thing between her and Willow back in the hospital room. She wasn't sure what the heck was going on, there. She wanted to believe that it was just friend stuff, but what was up with that, "I like it when you touch me," thing? What the heck did she mean?
"And why did I keep touching her?" she wondered to herself. "Why did it feel so good?"
Suddenly switching mental gears again- without the benefit of a clutch- she thought, "And why does everyone keep thinking that we're girlfriends?" she demanded silently. "Ok, there was that whole thing in the room, but that was after. And why did Julie tell me I should dump Riley and hook up with Willow?" she wondered. "Although she was right about Riley..."
She shook her head and whispered to herself, "I've got to call Giles. Giles will know what to do."
Even though Buffy was afraid about talking to Giles, she was even more afraid that if she didn't call him right now, she'd have to think about the main issue that her mind was trying to avoid:
She was pretty sure that, if that nurse hadn't walked in right then, she'd been just about to kiss Willow.
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Giles hung up the phone and took off his glasses. It was hard to indulge in the nervous habit whilst talking on the phone. He'd been afraid something like this was going to happen the moment he'd been introduced to Riley Finn.
Clearly Finn was wrong for Buffy. He was mentally weak and emotionally retarded. It was only a matter of time before his inability to deal with a strong, self-confident woman led to a blowup with the Slayer. Finn seemed to be under the impression that women were delicate flowers, needing to be shielded from life. Buffy Summers didn't need to be shielded. *She* was the protector and defender. In fact she generally treated all her friends as needing to be kept from danger- just as Finn tried to treat her. Giles knew that Finn's attitude would eventually lead to a less than positive encounter with reality as Buffy shattered his preconceived notions of gender behavior.
He hadn't imagined the shattering would be literal.
Giles had never imagined that Finn would be so foolish as to physically challenge the Slayer. Finn might even have survived such an imprudent decision, as Buffy wouldn't ever intentionally cause serious harm to a human being. However, assaulting one of Buffy's loved ones- especially Willow... well, anyone who knew Buffy at all might have warned him that such reckless behavior could result in terminal consequences.
He was glad that Willow's injury was relatively minor, and that it appeared there would be no legal repercussions for the injury done to Finn. The last thing they needed right now was to have the Slayer behind bars.
Giles wondered if this event would finally be enough for Buffy to realize she was in love with Willow.
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Willow thought about what the nurse had said. She'd had feelings for Buffy almost forever, it seemed. She had been in awe of the slayer that first night, when Buffy had saved her from the vampire. That feeling of awe had never diminished, even after years of friendship. Even when things between them were strained (such as when Buffy had been spending all that time with Faith, or when Buffy had abandoned them the summer before their senior year) Willow never lost that sense of awe and wonder whenever she saw the slayer in action.
Watching Buffy fight... it was like seeing poetry in motion. It was like sitting front-row center, listening to the Berlin Philharmonic perform Flight of the Valkyries. It moved her; stirred up her emotions, her passion.
When, exactly, that awe mixed with that friendship and turned into love, Willow couldn't say for sure. The time she had been captured by Faith while they were breaking into City Hall to steal the Box of Gavrock had been the first time she put it together in her head. While she had been held prisoner there, it wasn't thought of her boyfriend Oz that filled her mind, it was Buffy. She had been willing to die, if it meant Buffy's victory over the Mayor. If her death was the price of Buffy's survival, then she was willing- if not particularly eager- to pay.
When Buffy traded that certain victory to ransom Willow's life, the Witch had imagined that maybe Buffy returned her feelings. Even though she really had been in love with Oz, she loved Buffy more. It shamed her to admit it, but if Buffy had wanted her, she'd have dumped Oz like yesterday's news.
Again, when Willow told Buffy she was staying in Sunnydale, instead of leaving to any one of the prestigious universities that had accepted her, she had another moment when she thought Buffy might feel for her the kind of love she had for Buffy. Rolling around in the grass with Buffy had spiked her desire almost instantly. When Buffy said, "I kinda love you," Willow's heart had melted. If only she'd meant it like Willow wanted. Despite her cool dismissal of the Slayer's sharp insight, Willow was staying for nothing more or less than Buffy Summers. She did believe that it was a good fight, and she did want to help people, but that wouldn't have been enough if it weren't for Buffy.
So now there was this feeling again that maybe, just maybe, Buffy might want Willow like Willow wanted Buffy. You have to admit, it was pretty darn romantic... Buffy as the knight in shining armor, saving the redheaded damsel in distress from the attack of the Riley-Ogre. Sure, it was a plot straight out of a cheesy period romance, but what's wrong with a little cheese between friends?
She was still a little embarrassed that she'd revealed that she liked it when Buffy touched her. But, when Buffy didn't pull away... when she had stroked Willow's lips and face and hair... "Goddess, I almost thought she was about to kiss me!" Willow thought.
That image was at the top of her mind since then. Kissing Buffy. She'd fantasized about it many, many times. She'd dreamed about it on many nights- of course the dreams usually led to far more than kissing, but that's where they usually started. However, she'd never thought it would actually happen. She'd imagined it, but just a few minutes ago she thought it was about to really happen.
Goddess, how she wanted to kiss Buffy. She daydreamed about running her tongue along that upper lip and sucking it into her mouth. She pictured Buffy's lips wet and swollen from her kisses; glossy red and ripe. "Ok, so I have a slight fixation on Buffy's lips," she thought.
It wasn't just the lips, of course. It wasn't just physical at all. In fact, when she decided to stay in Sunnydale to be with Buffy, it wasn't with the expectation of Buffy falling in love with her at all. Until just a few minutes ago, she'd never actually held out serious hope that she and Buffy would ever get together that way. Fantasies, yes. Dreams, yes. Reality, no. No, her decision was based more on the fact that she loved Buffy, and knew the Slayer loved her more than anyone would ever love her. Even without the romance and sex aspect, Willow knew that she would never find anyone who loved her like Buffy did.
What man, or woman for that matter, would walk into the earth to face certain death for their lover? Not many, yet Buffy did it for her only a few months after they met. Giles had told her how Buffy was going to quit, how she refused to face the master vampire when she'd heard the prophecy of her death at his hands. Yet, five minutes with Willow and she unflinchingly went down to face her doom. Why? Because Willow was scared, and Buffy couldn't accept that.
Who else would throw away the one and only opportunity to save thousands from the ascension of a first level demon, just to save Willow? Buffy, of course.
"So, I know Buffy loves me, and I know I love her. And, I'm in love with her," Willow thought. "Now the sixty-four thousand dollar question is; could Buffy be falling in love with me?"
The other question Willow had to consider was; what was she going to do about it? Sit and wait and hope as she had done for years, or maybe it was time to do something radical. Buffy once told her that sometimes a girl has to make the first move.
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Buffy went back into the room to find the nurse gone and Willow lying quietly with her eyes closed. She watched her for several seconds, letting her eyes roam the redhead's face, hair, arms and hands- the rest of her was just a vague shape under the bedcovers. She didn't think any particular thoughts, she just took in the sight of her best friend; just looked at her.
Willow wasn't quite asleep, just resting her eyes and waiting for Buffy to get back. She heard the door open and close quietly, but didn't hear footsteps. After a moment, she could smell the faint odor of sandalwood oil- Buffy's scent of choice.
Buffy noticed that Willow started to smile, her eyes still closed. Her nostrils were dilated slightly as she took in her breaths, "She must smell me," Buffy thought. Realizing that she was awake, Buffy walked around to the chair beside the bed. "Thinking about something nice?" she asked, referencing the smile.
"Mmm, Sandalwood." Willow responded. "Have I told you how great you smell?"
Buffy's eyes widened just slightly at the question. It was delivered in Willow's normal voice, neither bashful, nor sultry; just the same voice Willow used to ask what time it was, or any other mundane question. "Uh, no?" Buffy said uncertainly.
"Well, you do... sweet and spicy. I like it," Willow said. She still hadn't opened her eyes.
Buffy didn't know what to make of this line of discussion. "Uh, ok. Thank you?"
Willow's grin widened slightly. "You're welcome," she said. Opening her eyes, she looked into Buffy's confused gaze. "I can do this," she told herself. She wasn't about to proclaim her love for the slayer in a hospital room, but she was going to start acting honestly, and speaking honestly with Buffy from this moment on. She'd wait till they got back to the dorm for the deeper discussion.
"What did Giles say?" Willow asked.
Buffy was still confused. This conversation was strange to her. "Uh, oh; Giles was very supportive. He kept telling me it wasn't my fault, just an instinctive reaction when I saw a threat to a l- loved one," she cursed herself for tripping over the word love. "You know Giles, couldn't just say 'friend,' it's like a rule or something. Like the watcher rulebook requires that at least two words be used to describe what normal people could say in one." Buffy didn't know why she was so flustered, but she couldn't seem to get her mouth to stop flapping.
Willow held out her hand. She wanted to hold hands with Buffy some more. She smiled again when Buffy didn't hesitate, or even think. She automatically reached out and took Willow's hand and began to stroke her thumb along the skin where she could reach it. "Buffy, it's ok to say you love me. I know you do, and I love you, too." Willow lay back and closed her eyes again, relaxing under Buffy's touch.
"O- ok." Buffy said, wigging out a little. She kept expecting Rod Serling to pop up and that creepy music to start. "Yes, I mean... I do love you Willow," suddenly it was very important to her to say that. It wasn't enough that Willow knew it, she needed to say it out loud.
"I'm glad," Willow said, not indicating whether she was glad Buffy loved her, or that Buffy said she loved her.
Buffy felt some kind of barrier break down inside her. It was like her confusion was too big to hold, and she couldn't just ignore it; but that didn't make sense because she didn't think she had been ignoring it. She'd been thinking about it all night, so how could she think she'd been ignoring it? That question was in itself confusing. "I'm confused Willow," she finally said, as though it wasn't enough to feel it, she had to verbalize the feeling. "I kind of feel like something is happening and I have no idea what it is."
"Something hellmouthy?" Willow asked.
"No? I don't think so, I... my mind's all jumbled up," she said plaintively.
Willow didn't seem upset by this; she continued to lay back, relaxed, with her eyes closed. "Have you figured out how we're getting home tonight?" she asked, apparently completely off topic.
Buffy wondered if there was such a thing as mental whiplash. "Uh, yeah. Giles is gonna come give us a ride. The doctor said I could take you home in about an hour."
"Ok. Why don't you try to relax and not worry about anything until then, and then I have an idea how we might solve this confusion you're feeling. Ok?" Willow asked in a calm and soothing voice.
"I... uh, ok?" Buffy sputtered.
Willow squeezed the slayer's hand. "Ok," she said with certainty.
Some small part of Buffy took comfort in that one word. If Willow said it would be ok, then maybe it would be. It didn't make any rational sense, but that little voice in Buffy's head was telling her to relax and trust that Willow would make everything better.
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It was midnight when Giles got them back to the dorm; still early for a member of the Scooby gang. Giles declined to come up, knowing from the tension in Buffy that the two had some things to work out. He told them both things would be ok, and that they should come over tomorrow afternoon to his place and they could discuss things.
"Ok, Giles. Thank you again for driving us home," Willow said.
Buffy added, "Yeah, thanks Giles."
"Certainly, it was no trouble. I hope you feel better soon, Willow.
Willow, ignoring the obvious intention, looked meaningfully at Buffy and said, "I think I will, very soon."
Giles eyes widened as he gathered her implication. So, Willow had decided to go after what she truly wanted at last.
Willow almost laughed; Buffy still looked confused, and Willow was sure she heard Giles mumble 'about bloody time,' under his breath as they exited car.
As Giles drove away, Buffy demanded, "What was that supposed to mean?"
Willow smiled and took the Slayer's hand. "I'll explain inside, I promise."
Buffy was becoming almost angry. She was tired of feeling jumbled up like this. She wanted answers.
The moment they crossed the threshold and closed the door behind them, Buffy crossed her arms and said, "Ok, Willow. I wanna know what's going on with me. You and Giles seem to think you know. No more secrets, tell me."
Willow stepped up to her best friend and put her hands gently on her shoulders. Looking slightly down into her eyes, she said, "I can tell you Buffy, but you might have trouble believing it."
Buffy was about to protest when Willow pulled her into an embrace. She couldn't maintain her defensive posture with Willow hugging her.
As Willow felt Buffy's arms surround her, she whispered in her ear, "Buffy, do you trust me?"
She pulled back enough to look into the redhead's eyes, "You know I do, Will."
Willow stepped back and said, "Stand right there, Buffy." She went to her desk and pulled out a tall vial of white sand. She looked at Buffy and made a shushing gesture, then she walked a circle of power, pouring the sand and chanting in Ancient Greek. When she completed the circle, she tossed the empty vial just inside the circle and went back to Buffy in the center.
Buffy remained silent, but her eyes were clearly questioning.
"This will help us get our answers," Willow said simply. Her eyes asked permission from the slayer.
Hesitating only a moment, Buffy nodded her head. She needed to know what was going on, and she trusted Willow- even if her spells sometimes had unanticipated consequences.
Willow smiled and nodded. She took both of Buffy's hands in her own and stood about a foot away from the slayer. Eyes closed, Willow spoke:
"Our hearts open
Unconcealed, 'till break of dawn,
Let truth be spoken"
Buffy's eyes widened as the circle of white sand began to glow and trickle up into the air, as though gravity were slowly being reversed. After a moment, it was like a glowing white curtain were encircling the pair. She gasped as the curtain suddenly collapsed inward, molding itself to their bodies and then disappearing into them.
"What? What the heck was that, Willow?" Buffy asked, startled out of her silence.
Willow opened her eyes and looked into the face of the startled blond, the girl she loved with all her heart. "Are you sorry that you hurt Riley?" she asked.
Buffy was shocked by the question. She said, "Of course not, Willow." Her eyes widened in horror and she moved to cover her mouth with her hand. She'd meant to say 'of course.' How could she not be sorry?
Willow asked, "Why not?"
Buffy had every intention of retracting her former statement, but what came out was, "He deserved it for hurting you, Willow." Slightly panicked, she asked, "What's happening to me Willow? Why do I keep saying terrible things?"
Willow moved to embrace the slayer again, partially to calm her, but with the effects of the spell she couldn't lie to herself and deny that it was mostly because she wanted to feel Buffy's body against her own. She blushed as she answered the question. "We can only speak the truth Buffy. We can't lie to each other, or ourselves. Any question we ask of ourselves or each other will be answered with the complete truth, even if we weren't sure what the truth was. The spell reveals our hearts to us."
Remembering the words Willow spoke, Buffy asked, "It wears off at dawn, right?"
Willow nodded her head. She tried to say 'no' just to test the spell, but it was working correctly and she said "Yes. The first rays of the sun to hit the building will negate the spell."
Buffy wanted to be annoyed with Willow, but the spell again took effect. What she intended to say was, 'how could you do that' or something similar, but what came out was, "Good. We need this."
Willow saw Buffy struggling and counseled, "Fighting it won't work, and it won't make you feel better, so why don't you just take advantage of it? You wanted to know why you were confused, well now you can ask yourself."
"But, I'm afraid." Buffy said.
"Then ask me something first," Willow offered.
"I'm afraid of that too," Buffy admitted.
Willow said, "Do you want me to ask why?"
Buffy's mind was screaming "NO!" but her heart once again spoke the truth, "Yes. I'm terrified Willow, but I want you to make it better."
Willow broke out of their hug and took her hand. She led Buffy over to her bed and sat down. Buffy sat, Indian style, facing her best friend. Her heart was pounding in fear, and at the same time that voice deep inside her was shouting exultantly, "At last! At last!"
"Buffy, why are you so confused and afraid?" Willow asked softly, trying to communicate with her eyes how much she loved and trusted her.
"Because I love you, Willow... and I'm scared to death that I'll do something or say something to make you not love me anymore," Buffy said with tears pouring down from her eyes. "I couldn't live anymore if you didn't love me."
Willow smiled at her friend. "So stupid," she thought, "like I could ever stop loving you." Out loud she said, "Ask me Buffy. You know I can't lie."
"Will you ever stop loving me?" Buffy said softly, unable to meet Willow's eyes.
Willow reached out and lifted Buffy's face to meet her eyes. "I will love you for as long as I live, and probably for a long time after that," Willow said. "But, is that the question you really wanted to ask?"
"No." Buffy whispered.
"When did you figure it out?" Willow asked, knowing that Buffy would understand her.
"Pretty much right after you cast the spell." She said, not averting her gaze, even though she desperately wanted to.
Willow's grin threatened to stretch to her ears. "You're an idiot, Buffy," Willow said happily. Goddess! She felt like dancing, she was so delighted.
"What do you mean?" Buffy asked, still worried even though everything in her was saying that Willow felt the same.
"Did you really think I stayed in Sunnydale just to fight evil? Like I couldn't fight evil anyplace else in the world?" Willow shook her head, baffled at the slayers capacity for self-delusion.
"Well, you said..." Buffy began.
"Lemme spell it out for you, Slayer. Obviously your blondness is asserting itself," Willow started with a giggle.
"Hey, Red! Enough with the putdowns, ok? I'm fragile." Buffy said.
Willow immediately sobered. What might have seemed like a self-deprecating joke was, in fact, all too true. The spell wouldn't have allowed her to lie even for humor's sake. "I'm sorry Buffy. It's just hard to think of you as fragile, what with the undead ass-whuppin you do every night."
She reached out and stroked the slayer's face, her eyes dilating and her breathing increasing as she realized that her statement was going to be a prelude to something very special. She and Buffy were going to make love for the first time tonight. She knew it with a certainty down deep in her bones. It wasn't just the spell, it was stronger, more permanent than that. It was the knowledge that they had the potential to be soul mates- so long as they didn't let fear interrupt things. Maybe this spell would become a routine thing, just to make sure they didn't let the walls build back up between them ever again. A monthly cleansing ritual, maybe. That would be a subject for later discussion, however. She had more important things to focus on right now.
"I love you, Buffy Summers. More than that, I am in love with you. Truly, madly, deeply in love with you. I want you constantly. I fantasize about you all the time."
She would have continued, but she suddenly found herself on her back, with a slayer attached to her mouth. She groaned into Buffy's mouth as she kissed back, exploring and allowing Buffy to explore.
Buffy whimpered when Willow broke the kiss.
Willow, panting, said, "Oxygen... becoming an issue..."
Buffy looked down into Willow's blue/green eyes and whispered, "Can I have you?"
"Oh, Goddess Yes! Forever!" Willow whispered back, breathless.
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Buffy Summers couldn't believe the feelings coursing through her. She'd never been particularly attracted to a woman before, but right now she needed to get Willow naked pretty much more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. She had to force herself to stop kissing the witch's sweet mouth long enough to growl out, "Need skin" while pawing at Willow's top.
"Rip it!" Willow demanded before latching onto the flesh just above Buffy's jugular vein, biting down hard. They each seemed possessed by the desperate need for the other, to be inside and surrounding one another.
The combination of Willow's throaty, growling command; and the feel of her biting down on the skin of her throat caused the slayer to go into a frenzy. She tore Willow's clothes away from her body, marking that pale flesh with nail scratches and bruises as she yanked and tore.
Willow felt no pain whatsoever as Buffy scrambled to get her naked. She was too filled with her own lust, pulling up Buffy's shirt and grasping at her breasts and nipples, while biting and sucking on her throat. She moaned at the loss of contact when Buffy pulled away to tear off her own clothes. It was only then that Willow noticed she was naked, lying on the shredded remains of her clothes.
Buffy barely got her shirt up over her head when she was tackled back onto the bed.
The moment Willow saw Buffy's naked torso, her arms tangled above her head, she couldn't restrain herself. She surged forward, knocking Buffy onto her back, arms and head hanging off of the bed while she began to lick, suck and nibble on Buffy's nipples while her hands ran down that muscular torso, headed for her short leather skirt.
Buffy froze, arms restrained and hanging off of the bed, she tipped her head up to look along her body. The sight of Willow's tousled red hair draped over her chest, the feel of Willow's mouth on her breasts, alternately stroking and sucking, occasionally biting, only to lave away the stinging pain with her soft lips and tongue- it was too much and her head fell back, eyes closed and a loud low groan tore itself from her throat unbidden. When she felt Willow's hand sliding up her thigh, under her skirt and rubbing over her pussy, separated only by thin satin, her body arched in ecstasy. The groan rose into a high pitched moan as Willow's long fingers moved that satin aside and rubbed up and down, feather light over her passion slicked labia.
The contrast between the pain and pleasure of Willow's mouth on her breasts and the gentle feel of the redheads fingers on her most intimate flesh was driving Buffy insane. Her arms were still wrapped in her shirt, as her brain was unable to make her body move with any volition. All she could do was react to the sensations the clever witch was eliciting in her straining body.
Willow was spurred on by the sounds Buffy was making, the sounds Willow was causing her to make. She couldn't believe she was making the slayer crazy with nothing more than a touch and a nibble. It was... empowering. She was amazed by the slick, hot flesh she felt inside Buffy's skirt. She needed more.
Buffy gasped as Willow quickly slid two fingers into her hot pussy, the gasp turned into a series of grunts in time to the witch's thrusting rhythm. She almost lost it when a third finger was added and Willow's thumb began to press her clit down into the thrusting fingers. The grunts gave way to a chant, "Wil Low Wil Low Oh God Wil Low!" over and over again as the slayer's body began to tense and coil like a spring being wound. The chant began to degenerate as Willow sped up her thrusts and Buffy lost the tempo.
Willow could feel Buffy's inner muscles begin to clench around her fingers and figured she must be close. She sped up and shortened her strokes, while grinding her thumb down on her slick button. She was pulling on the slayer's nipples with her teeth at the same time when Buffy's whole body tensed suddenly, her skin flushing hot and red as she shouted out the witch's name.
"WILLOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!" she shouted as her body convulsed and spasmed.
Willow let go of Buffy's breast and sat back to watch, amazed by the slayer's response. Her fingers ached from being squeezed so hard in her lover's preternaturally strong vaginal muscles. She stopped stroking, and grinding, but left her fingers inside the slayer, and her thumb resting lightly on her clit. She only had her own experience to go on, but it seemed that the slayer responded well to the same things Willow liked.
When Buffy regained enough strength to lift her head back up, she noticed that her lover was grinning madly. The slayer felt her body twitch at every little movement of Willow's fingers inside her. "Oh God!" she cried softly at the feel of Willow gently withdrawing from inside her.
Willow's manic grin softened into a smile of pure joy as she looked into Buffy's eyes while she pulled her hand out from under the blonde's skirt. She looked at her syrup coated hand with amazement, "Goddess, she's so wet!" she thought. Her amazement only increased when Buffy freed her arms and grabbed her slick hand, bringing it to her mouth and cleaning her own secretions from it.
Buffy smirked as she saw Willow's irises dilate in lust when she began to suck her juices from the witch's fingers. Riley had been amazed at her willingness to go down on him after he'd been inside of her. Buffy found that she enjoyed her own flavor almost as much as she enjoyed the effect consuming it had on her lovers- all two of them. She watched as Willow's eyes glazed over when she finished cleaning her hand and growled, "My turn!"
Willow leaned in to the kiss Buffy gave her. She could taste the slayer's juices in her mouth- kinda earthy, kinda musky and tangy. Not bad at all. She whimpered as Buffy began to toy with her small breasts, rubbing her hands gently over them, palming her stiff nipples around in circles against the crinkled flesh of her areolas.
Buffy broke off the kiss and began to trail her tongue down the witch's neck, suckling lightly over her pulse point. A studied contrast to Willow's vicious assault on Buffy's throat. From the feel of it Willow had marked her hard enough that, even with slayer healing, she'd still be sporting a bruise tomorrow. That was fine with her, though. If it meant getting an orgasm like the one Willow had just given her, Buffy would gladly take a hundred love bites.
Willow began to pant heavily as Buffy's mouth kissed and sucked its way down to her breasts, laving the entire surface of each breast, then blowing a stream of cool air against them, causing gooseflesh. Then she began to suck on her nipples, eventually drawing most of the pale flesh of her breast into her hot mouth. Buffy didn't bite down on her nipples, but she did pinch them, hard. The sensation shot straight down to Willow already sopping pussy with each pinch.
Buffy pushed Willow down onto her back, deciding to head south for a taste of the redheads juices. The smell wafting up from below was making her mouth water.
Willow's whimpers grew louder as Buffy stopped for a while to lave her tummy and navel with her hot, rough tongue. She gently scratched her nails down the witch's hipbones, causing her to squirm marvelously. When she got down to the source of that tantalizing aroma, she realized Willow was completely bare except for a close trimmed triangle above her swollen clit. She looked up at the redhead, a question on her face. "I never knew you shaved down here," she said teasingly.
"Willow blushed, but, of course the spell was still in effect and compelled her to explain. "I don't. It's a spell I learned... it was for my legs, to make the hair fall out and not grow back."
Buffy had never considered the use of magic for personal hygiene, but it sounded like a great idea to her.
Willow went on, "When Oz felt it, he asked if I could do it there, as well. It took me a while to get the shape right, but..."
Buffy rubbed her face against Willow's inner thigh, noticing how silky smooth it was. She slid one hand down and back up her leg, noticing that incredible smoothness went all the way down. "Wow!" she said.
Willow smirked, "I'll do you tomorrow if you want..." she started.
Buffy nodded her head vigorously, "I definitely want!" she said. The thought of never having to shave again, especially around the bikini line, which was a pain both literally and figuratively, was almost enough to distract her from the task at hand.
"Right now, I think you have other things to occupy your time, slayer!" Willow said with a grin.
Buffy smiled in return. "How right you are, witch!" she answered and then gave her lover one languorous lick, pressing her tongue wide against the base of Willow's slit and slowly dragging it up to her clit, gathering Willow's juices as she went.
Both girls groaned in rapture; Willow at the feel of Buffy's warm tongue covering her hot pussy entirely, Buffy at the surprisingly sweet taste of the redhead's juices.
Willow's groans became almost continuous as Buffy began to tease and suckle her inner folds.
After several minutes of that, Buffy introduced a single slim finger into Willow, slowly penetrating her ever so tight heat. Her mouth moved up to Willow's distended clitoris and began to tease it with light licks. She had to hold down Willow's hips with her free hand as the witch arched her body seeking more friction.
After several torturous minutes, Willow gave out a high-pitched yip as Buffy pressed a second finger into her soaked pussy, and latched onto her clit in earnest, sucking it into her mouth and lashing it with her strong tongue. The sensation was almost too much for the redheaded witch and it only took another minute before her body was racked with pleasure.
Rather than slowing her attentions, and bringing Willow down from her high, Buffy instead reached her finger up against the roof of Willow's tunnel and sought out a particular patch of spongy flesh. She knew she found it when Willow's body bucked and nearly dislodged the slayer, despite her inhuman strength.
Willow literally shrieked with pleasure as Buffy introduced her to her G-spot. The only thought that fit into her head was that G must stand for goddess, because that was the only word besides her lover's name that she could get out as wave after wave of passion rolled over her.
It seemed like hours had passed when Willow finally came down from her peak of rapture. She could do little more than wrap her tired arms around her new lover as Buffy crawled up next to her on the bed.
Buffy pulled the exhausted Wiccan tightly against her and whispered, Oh God, how I love you, Will. Why did it take so long for us to see how good we could be together?
Willow was drifting off into the arms of Morpheus as she whispered, "I love you so much, Buffy. I don't know why we were so blind."
Buffy smiled as Willow made one last observation before falling asleep. She said, "It seemed like everyone else could see it."
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The End.