Down Twisted
by drkdreamer
Chapter 25
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Buffy and Willow where now laying atop the bedcovers wrapped, securely, in one another's embrace. Although both knew the conversation was looming before them, neither girl wished to be the
one to start talking. It was the redhead who broke first because she couldn't stand the tension anymore. Willow brushed a gentle kiss across the Slayer's right cheek, while trying to work up the courage
to get things rolling.
"Exactly what, Buffy, are we gonna have to do?"
Those words caused the blonde to, without much humor, begin chuckling.
"I know what your thinking, love, but that ain't going to happen. Total nudity is so out of the question because I, honestly, don't think either one of us could deal with the ramifications of that act. Besides, I really don't believe we should even consider that as a possibility."
The Slayer had spent the last 3 days running options inside her mind and, finally, a plan had come to fruition. There was an evil, little, half grin gracing the blonde's lips and it intrigued the Witch to no end.
" What's bringing that look to your face, babe?"
" Remember, if you will, the very first life defining moment that occurred to young Alexandra Roberts?"
Buffy couldn't help but genuinely smiling as the other girl's marvelously, deep green gaze widened at that question. It took less than a heartbeat later for Willow Rosenberg to respond.
"The drive-in, my God, you're talking about the drive-in!"
The Slayer's arms tightened, momentarily, around her astounded lover's waist.
"Score one for my brainy girlfriend! That right, gorgeous, I totally think all we need to do is, somehow, re-create that particular moment. However, because Alex isn't, anywhere near, where she was back then simply my lips attached to your neck and shoulder won't do the trick. No, Wills, I do believe we're gonna
have to take things to the next level if we want Alex to come back to us."
The blonde found it irresistibly cute when the redheaded Witch merely frowned up her. Willow's brain was working overtime to process that info and Buffy simply waited for, what she was sure to be, some interesting questions.
"Come on, baby, don't leave me hanging. Tell me how far you're willing to go to accomplish that job?"
" Well, Wills, I've given this A lot of thought. Consider everything you know about Alex. Now, I want you to close your eyes and imagine what I'm about to describe to you."
Buffy Summers waited only until Willow obeyed before jumping head long into her thought out plan.
" What do you think she'd do if I where, to say, begin spreading passionate kisses across your neck as, over your shirt mind you, my hand's where to gently cup your lovely breasts?!? There ain't no way, in Hell, that our overtly, visual Alex could resist the beauty of that moment. You know that to be true, Will, as well as I do."
The Slayer's logic was profound and, under normal circumstances, Willow Rosenberg knew that would come to pass as the stone cold fact. But, the way Alex was now, left the redhead doubting the
validity of those plans.
"It's a good idea, don't get me wrong, Buffy. But let's think about the woman sitting right outside the door, shall we? There hasn't been much change, since we brought her back from the Claremont, that woman doesn't even know we're around. It's almost as if she where blind and, without her sight, how can Alex
react to what you where just describing?"
Locking eyes with the troubled Wiccan's gaze, Buffy Summer's spoke from her heart.
"She's still in there, Will, I have to believe that. Alex made a stunning recovery the first time she pulled this trick and, with our help, I'm confidant she can do it again. I believe, somehow, Alex does realize she's not alone. I like to think she's fighting her way back to us; it's just slow going on her part. After all, babe, she does eat and drink when food or liquid is put up to her lips. Although Alex Roberts doesn't verbalize it, I do believe she can hear us."
Willow who thought that might be true, decided to put her faith in the Slayer's very capable hands.
"All right, Buffy, you've convinced me. I'll do what you want, name the time and place. But, love, who's to say that either one of us will be able to call a halt to things when that moment finally comes? You don't even have to touch me, Buffy; a simple look from you can make me want you so badly that everything else just fades away. Have you even taken the time to consider that?"
The blonde, whose heart was beating triple time with that throaty little admission, simply shrugged.
"Alex is well worth the risk, besides, we can control ourselves when the gang is around."
That bit of logic, true though it might be, caused Willow to smile, with an aching sadness, at her Slayer.
"That, love, is simply because neither one of us is ready to deal with our assorted loved ones reactions to hearing the news about us. Alex, however, already knows we are a couple. For God's sake, she's a major reason we're together or have you forgotten that?!?!?"
The slender Wiccan, who hadn't meant to go on the attack, stared rather mournfully at the blonde Slayer.
"I'm sorry that was uncalled for, Buffy."
She would've said more but the feel of the other girl's finger pressing against her lips, effectively shut down the redhead's thought processes.
"Sh, Will, no harm-no foul. We're in a tense situation so, at some point, one of us would have gone off on the other. And no, babe, I haven't forgotten about Alex. Are you trying to tell me that, simply because it's her and not any of the other Scoobs, she'll somehow be exempt from our normal reactions?"
Those green eyes brightened, momentarily, before darkening once again.
"Baby, all I'm saying is that we are already incredibly comfortable around Alexandra Roberts. You could even argue that we aren't nearly as vigilante with our emotions when that woman is around. It could be abso-freaking-lutely conceivable that, when the moment comes, I'll lose myself in the incredible taste and textures of you and forget about Alex. That, love, would be a dangerous situation. The truth is, if that where to occur, I wouldn't be happy until we're both naked and your fingers are buried inside me, so deep inside me, that I can't tell where I end and you begin. Because, that, Buffy Summers, is the effect you have on me."
The blonde was slain, so to speak, by that huskily spoken admission. Her only course of action was to begin deeply kissing the girl who owned her heart, body and soul. Buffy didn't think she had the words to convey that entire she was feeling so, she poured all emotions into those ravenously, hungry kisses that threatened to burn alive both occupants on the bed. Hands began to roam down familiar body lengths, the kisses grew tender yet still wickedly passionate and, for a little while, Buffy and Willow could forget about everything else and concentrate solely upon each other.