To Conquer Death
by Rainne
Interlude: Willow
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Author's Note: This section is rated NC-17. Please treat it accordingly.
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The same day that the trio came out to their friends at the Bronze, Dawn and Mercedes went on a weekend trip to L. A. with a friend's family, leaving the adults with the house to themselves for three days without needing to worry about noise or privacy or giggles outside the bedroom door. Heaven.
Willow woke up before 'her girls' and slipped downstairs in her robe to make breakfast. A huge stack of pancakes, a pile of sausage patties and a steaming pot of coffee later, she loaded down a tray and headed back upstairs posthaste. Buffy was just stirring when the witch pushed the door open, and Dakota was pulling a pillow over her face to block out the sun. Willow grinned. "Wakey, wakey," she teased them cheerfully.
Buffy moaned something incoherent, rolling over onto her side, and Dakota removed one hand from under the covers for long enough to make a universally-recognized obscene gesture. Willow, unperturbed, set the tray down on the dresser and took the lid off the coffee thermos, allowing the delicious aroma to fill the room.
From under her pillow, Dakota mumbled something unrepeatable about Colombian coffee farmers and their nocturnal activities with wild herds of llama, which elicited a snort of laughter from Buffy and which Willow chose to ignore. "Come on, girls, I've got pancakes and sausage."
Dakota said something else under her pillow which both amused and disgusted Buffy, who burst out with mingled laughter and cries of "Ew, ew, ew!"
Willow crawled onto the bed, straddling Dakota's pelvis and pushing the pillow away. "What was that, love?"
Grinning from ear to ear, Dakota repeated, "I said I'd rather have a little Chinese."
Immediately catching the triple entendre, Willow fell off Dakota into the center of the bed and giggled helplessly. Buffy turned toward her and caught a tantalizing glimpse of bare flesh through the gap of her robe and, reaching over, grabbed the belt and pulled the robe open to reveal a very naked witch. "Woot! Look what I found!" she exclaimed, feigning surprise. With a wicked grin, she ran a hand lightly down Willow's torso and across her stomach, watching the redhead's abdominal muscles jump at the touch.
Dakota slid over next to Willow's warmth and began teasing one nipple. She glanced at Buffy as Willow's breath went ragged and murmured, "I think we ought to thank Willow for making such a nice breakfast, Buffy; what do you think?"
Buffy growled deep in her throat, grinning. "I think that sounds like a yummy idea," she agreed, leaning down in tandem with Dakota to take Willow's other breast in her mouth.
Willow gasped at the sudden moist heat as two mouths descended upon her breasts. "Oh, God," she moaned as two mouths suckled her and two hands caressed her torso and abdomen. She felt Buffy's hand — at least, she thought it was Buffy's hand — slide between her thighs and gently pull her legs apart, making way for Dakota to scrape her nails down Willow's belly, through her cinnamon thatch, and slide one finger between her slick folds to slowly caress the hardened nub she found there.
Willow let out a gasp, then a moan as fire shot from her center outward to the extremities of her body. The stimuli to her breasts had not slowed; in fact, it seemed to become more intense as Buffy's hand trailed back up her thigh to join Dakota's. Willow's moan became a high-pitched keen as with agonizing slowness, two of Buffy's fingers slid into her moist heat. The redhead's hands clenched at the sheet beneath her, grabbing handfuls of fabric as her body strained at the incredibly slow motions of the hands and mouths upon her. Her breath was coming in heaving gasps, each one punctuated by a wordless cry. Sweat was pouring off her body when she finally began to beg. "Please — please — oh, God — Buffy — Dakota — please —"
Dakota and Buffy made eye contact and grinned at one another, then as one they began to increase both tempo and pressure. Buffy curved her fingers to stimulate the inside of Willow's channel, while Dakota alternated rapid strokes with pinches and scrapes of her fingernail. As Willow's body began to buck beneath them, Buffy thrust in more deeply and Dakota stroked fiercely until they felt her form go rigid. She gasped twice and hung on the edge for an agonizing eternity; then Buffy hooked her fingers again, thrusting once more with a sudden twist of her wrist and, with a full-throated cry, Willow thundered over the edge and into the blissful abyss of oblivion beyond.
When they finally got around to the breakfast, it was stone cold.