Into the Abyss
by Rainne
Part Nine
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"Quit worrying about it," Buffy whispered.
"I can't. I feel terrible."
As the lights went out around her, Willow pulled her knees to her chest. She hadn't left the room since the battle with Rothschear two days previously, despite Buffy's reassurances that no one was angry with her over what had happened. She was too afraid of their faces.
"Faith really seems to like being a vampire," Buffy commented, changing the subject slightly. "She says it's a huge change of perspective."
Willow simply sighed.
Buffy frowned toward the curtained bed. Something was going to have to happen here. She suddenly smiled slightly and moved to the end of the bed. There was a tiny bit of illumination from a tea-light candle nestled in a small alcove built into the wall just for that purpose. She could see Willow sitting at the head of the bed, arms wrapped around her legs. She clambered into the bed, feeling only a tiny twinge in the spot where a potentially deadly gash had been two days before. Slayer healing strikes again, she thought and smirked as she pulled the curtains around the bed closed.
In the dim light, she slid up the bed to Willow and gently unwrapped the witch from around herself. She saw the tears of shame and guilt welling in Willow's eyes and softly wiped them away with her fingers as they spilled over. "I'm never going to do magick again," Willow whimpered as she cried. "Never. It's my fault Faith had to be a vampire, and I almost killed Giles and you and —"
"No, you didn't," Buffy interrupted her. "That wasn't you. Will..." she paused, gathering her thoughts, and then began speaking very rapidly. "Willow, the only thing you did wrong was that you overestimated your abilities. You didn't know he was out there waiting for someone like you to slip up. You didn't know what he was capable of. None of us did. We all figured him for four hundred years dead. We didn't know everything was gonna go all Exorcist on us. You were trying to do something good, something to help us. And you did it! Do you realize that? You did it! Now instead of two active Slayers, there are four. There's me, Kerry, Maria, and some little girl that the Academy didn't know about. Maisri did a seeking and found her somewhere in Ireland, believe it or not. Faith's going to go after her next week sometime. So you see, you did a good thing! It's not your fault, baby, and nobody's mad."
Willow flung herself into Buffy's arms and sobbed out her guilt as Buffy held her. When the flood of tears subsided, Buffy leaned down and captured the redhead's lips with her own. "I love you, Willow, no matter what," she whispered.
Willow's arms slowly wrapped around Buffy's body, and the Slayer took the opportunity to slide her hands up gently from Willow's hips to her neck, bringing the witch's nightshirt up with them and over her head. Willow nearly purred with excitement as she returned the favor, and their limbs began to tangle together. Buffy's mouth moved down to the side of Willow's neck, nipping and sucking just enough to leave a faint mark on the pale skin, for which she knew she would have to endure much squealing and complaining the next day. Then she slid further down, laying a trail of kisses down to the witch's breasts, which she proceeded to feast upon until she had the slim body beneath her writhing in pleasure.
Willow was whispering Buffy's name as the blonde head slowly began to move lower. She paused briefly to slide her tongue in and out of Willow's belly button in a soft semblance of what she planned to do a bit further south, and Willow moaned, her legs opening beneath Buffy to admit her to her destination. The Slayer's hands skittered teasingly up the insides of the witch's thighs, causing those muscles to jump and quiver.
She kissed her way gently over the tender firmness of Willow's belly, then slid her lips through the soft cinnamon fur, pausing a moment to breathe in the fragrance of Willow's arousal. She placed a gentle kiss at the very top of Willow's sex, then slid her tongue between the slick folds, tasting salt and musk and flicking Willow's hard little nub with her tongue.
The witch moaned at the contact, her hips straining toward Buffy, who smiled and moved directly to place a steady suction on that spot. She brought her tongue to play, drawing the rough flatness over Willow's sensitive spot, then flicking it with the tip of her tongue, until she had her lover writhing and begging for more. She obliged then, bringing up one finger and sliding it into Willow's moist channel.
Willow let out a high-pitched moan. "More, Buffy, please..."
Buffy could never resist and slowly added a second and third finger and then, when Willow continued to beg, a fourth. Willow, feeling filled but still somehow wanting more, bucked and strained under Buffy's touches and then suddenly knew what she wanted.
"Buffy," she choked out. "Buffy, put... put... use your whole hand. I want to feel your whole hand in me."
Buffy's eyes widened and she sat up a bit to examine Willow's face. "Baby, are you sure?"
Willow nodded, licking her lips and gasping as the motions of Buffy's hand never stopped or slowed. "I'm sure. I... I don't know if I can... but I want to try."
Buffy leaned down and kissed her lover, then took a deep breath and very gently began to insinuate her hand farther into Willow, keeping a careful watch on the witch's face to make sure that pleasurable pain never crossed the line. She coated her entire hand with Willow's essence, feeling Willow's body open to her, and then decided to take the plunge. She folded her thumb into her palm and curved her hand as much as she could then, with one smooth motion, sank her hand into Willow up to the wrist.
Willow froze, an expression on her face that Buffy couldn't interpret. She took a number of very deep breaths, her eyes screwed tightly shut, and let out a tiny moan. "Buffy... oh, Buffy..."
"Wills?"
Willow's eyes opened, and Buffy was floored by what she saw there. They were unnaturally bright, and they seemed to stare directly through the Slayer. "Oh... Buffy... please... don't stop!"
Gently at first, then with increasing force as Willow responded to her, Buffy began to thrust her hand inside Willow. Willow's body moved with Buffy's hand, her voice giving little cries each time Buffy thrust into her. Buffy's senses were focused on Willow completely, wanting to make sure she didn't hurt her, and so she was aware when the shift began. Willow's cries took on a different timbre, the thrusts of her body became more forceful. Buffy pressed in, twisting her wrist slightly with each thrust, and then with an idea, Buffy reached with her other hand to gently caress the swollen bud above her wrist.
Willow's body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on Buffy's arm, and she screamed Buffy's name in pleasure as her orgasm washed through her. Buffy waited until it was completely done before very gently sliding her hand out of her lover, then moved up and lay next to the panting, spent redhead. Willow rolled onto Buffy's shoulder and nuzzled into her neck. "Oh, God, Buffy..." she panted. "That was awesome."
Buffy smiled and pulled the sheet up and over both of them before pulling her lover tightly to her. "Good," she said softly. "I love you, Willow."
"I love you too, baby," Willow replied sleepily. Then she opened her eyes. "Do... do you want...?"
Buffy smiled. "I do want. But you're exhausted. I can wait."
"Are you sure?"
Buffy nodded, stroking Willow's silken hair. "I'm sure. Wake-up sex is always something to look forward to."
Willow chuckled and buried her face in Buffy's neck. The Slayer held her until she fell asleep, content to simply watch her lover sleep until the candle finally burned itself out. Then she snuggled into Willow and slept, too.