Of Slayers and Angels
by Bob Head
Parts 6-8
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Author: Bob Head
Disclaimer: None of the characters below (Except for the Slayer's Shadow) belong to me. All the BtVS people belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox. I'm just trying to have fun.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow, of course.
Spoilers: One for Season 1, a few for Season 2, more for Season 3. So if you haven't seen the first three seasons... Of course, if you haven't seen them, you've probably been living under a rock for the last decade, so what are you doing here anyway?
Rating: NC-17
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OF Slayers AND Angels
Part 6
Willow's POV
When she pushed me back I thought she wanted to stop. But she just wanted to get in off the street. Getting the door open seemed to take forever. Of course, it would have been easier if I could have kept my hands off Buffy. But I can't seem to stop touching her! I feel like I need to touch her like I need air to breathe. She's all contrasts; skin like silk and steely muscles underneath. We finally make it into the building and are almost to the elevator when Buffy pulls me to a stop.
"Will, where are you going?" Buffy asks.
"To the elevator."
"We are so not getting in that antique."
"Buffy, the apartment is on the top floor! Seven stories up!"
"Will if that thing breaks down we'll be stuck for who knows how long. And our first time is not going to be in an elevator!"
I start to argue, then what she just said sinks in. "Okay."
Buffy's POV
We enter the stairwell but before we start up Will pulls me into a kiss while her hands cup my ass. I close my eyes and run my hands up under the back of her shirt reveling in the feel of naked Willow skin against my hands. Loving the sensations of her body against mine. I almost feel like we're floating. Then I open my eyes. Oh shit! We are floating!
"Uh, Will?"
"Shhh, you'll break my concentration."
Which is something I sooo don't want to happen. Especially since the sign on the wall reads 'Fifth floor'! Less than a minute later we touch down gently on the landing outside the top floor. Willow opens her eyes and grins.
"Been practicing that one a lot, Will?"
"Yep. First time with a passenger though."
"Just call me guinea pig Buffy."
We move down a long hallway that seems to have only two doors. One of them directly across the hall from the stairwell entrance. One at the far end past the elevator doors.
"Will, did Angel say how big this place was?"
"Um, no but there's one way to find out."
She approached the door and opened it.
Willow's POV
As the door swings inward Buffy pushes past me with stake drawn.
"Buffy, what are you doing?"
"Being cautious. I don't want you getting hurt. I have other plans for you tonight." She says with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Ooo, promises, promises."
"There's a light switch next to you Will. Hit it and let's see this... wow, this is..."
"Big, large, humongous even would not be overstating it." I quip.
Faith's POV
I watch as Red and B cross the street and enter the old apartment building. Red fumbles with a key while she tries to open the door and kiss B at the same time. I wonder where they got the key. At first glance the place looks abandoned. Wonder who owns it? I think I'll have to come check it out after they're gone. 'Course they probably won't be back out tonight! Shit, with the show they put on, I thought they were gonna fuck right there on the spot! Never figured Red to be that aggressive though. Makes for some interesting possibilities. Shit! I need to get laid and I need a drink and I can't get served at the Bronze, so I head to Willie's. He don't give a shit how old I am as long as I don't bust up his customers.
Shadow's POV
There are times when I wish I wasn't linked to the Slayers. This is definitely one of those times. See the link allows me to know where they are, within limits. Whether or not they're hurt, things like that. When their emotions are running high I can sense that too. As I walk into Willie's Alibi, a certain blonde Slayer's emotions are running VERY high! Distance helps, which is why I left after they made it into the building. Alcohol will dull the sensations as well. When the Slayers are near each other their signals tend to blend together, that's probably why I didn't realize Faith was nearby until I saw her at the bar drinking a beer.
"Serving underage kids now, Willie?" Faith gives me a look that I ignore.
"Hey, uh, how ya doin? Ya want you're usual?" he asks, handing me a bottle of Jack and a glass.
I take it from him and head over to a booth in the darkest corner of the bar. As I take a seat, she plops down across from me and stares like she's trying to remember something.
"I know you from somewhere?" She asks.
"Could be. When was the last time you were in Shady Rest Cemetery?"
"Son of a bitch. So you're Shadow, huh? B told me you pulled my butt out of a tight spot the other night."
"What else did she tell you?"
"That you helped her rescue Red a while back. So what's you're deal anyway? You some kinda Slayer groupie or something?"
"No."
"Not much of a talker are you?"
"No." She looks like she's starting to get pissed off.
"Well, see you around."
"Wait a second." I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth.
"For what! For you to learn some manners, or do you want me to teach you some?"
I sigh. "Sit down Faith, let's talk."
"Why? You got some special wisdom you wanna share?"
"Actually, yes. Now sit down." Surprisingly, she does.
"So, what's the sitch? You gonna tell me to get my shit together, that I need to act more like Buffy?"
"No, you could no more act like her than you could fly. 'Course she can't act like you either. You're too different from each other. But at the same time you're so similar because you're both Slayers that you tend to butt heads. A lot."
I can only hope she understands what I'm trying to tell her. Unfortunately her next words kinda blow that idea.
"I am nothing like B! She is a stuck up tightass that thinks she's better than everybody else." She hisses.
"You're wrong about that, you know. She got dealt a bad hand by destiny, just like you did."
"Bullshit! From what I understand she's spent her whole time as Slayer whining and crying about the 'injustice' of it all. Shit, she's got her mom, Giles and the little Scoobie gang kissin' her ass twenty-four seven! And the only one that's not is fucking her! You're saying she got 'dealt a bad hand'? Fuck that! I got kicked out of my mama's house when I was fourteen to make room for her 'boyfriend' of the moment! Bad hand? She don't know the meaning of the word!"
With that she stomps out of Willie's. I guess she figured I couldn't hear what she muttered just before she hit the door. But I do and what I hear chills me to the bone. Right before she goes out she says;
"But she's gonna find out."
Part 7
Buffy's POV
This is not just an apartment, it's a penthouse! No pun intended. I mean regular apartments do not have sunken living areas complete with fireplace. Or kitchens that look so complicated it needs it's own chef. And the bathroom? It's bigger than my bedroom at Mom's house. Complete with Jacuzzi tub and an enormous shower. The place looks like something out of MTV's 'Cribs'. Yes, I sometimes watch MTV. I'm a Slayer, not a grown-up. I'm not just exploring the apartment either, I don't want any interruptions tonight. So I'm checking to make sure everything is locked up tight. Not that I don't trust Angel... well, I don't trust Angel. But despite that it seems to be secure, so I head back to the living area to find Willow and hopefully pick up where we left off downstairs. Just thinking about Will gives me little shivery feelings between my legs. Damn! The living area's empty.
I call out; "Wills? Where'd you go?"
"Up in the loft." She answers.
The sleeping loft, where that huge bed is. The one with black silk sheets and all those pillows. My breathing is getting heavier and it's sooo not because I'm climbing this spiral staircase. It's because bad Buffy thoughts about Willow and that bed are starting to run wildly through my brain. As I get to the top of the stairs I see a chair sitting outside the loft. When I came through before it was empty. Now the outfit Willow was wearing earlier is neatly folded and stacked on the seat. Eep! Okay, bad Buffy thoughts are now in overdrive. I step around the corner and what I see makes my mouth go dry and my heart beat faster. My God, Willow, on the bed naked. The top sheets draped over her but it's not really covering anything. More like, enhancing, than anything else. It's not like I haven't seen Will undressed before, sleepovers, gym class, and things like that. But this is different, more... intimate. I should say something, but I seem to have lost the ability to speak. She's just so beautiful.
Willow's POV
"You really think so?" I ask, feeling heat rush up my face.
"Oh;" Buff said, "Did I say that out loud?"
"Uh huh."
"I mean it Wills, you are so beautiful and I love you so much. Sometimes, the thought that I might lose you is more than I can stand. And the idea that I might be the cause...."
She bursts into tears, sobbing; I sit up in the bed and hold my arms out not caring that the sheet is no longer covering me. She lunges across the room and I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear.
"Buffy I am NOT going anywhere, ever! I will never leave you! But YOU have to believe that."
"Willow you can't..."
"Hush! I need to say this, and you need to hear it." I take her face in my hands and wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Don't you think I worry about losing YOU Buffy? You go out every night and risk your LIFE fighting Demons and Vampires and the forces of darkness for people who mostly don't know and probably wouldn't give a SHIT if they did!"
"Willow! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"No, the only one I've been kissing is you, Miss Summers! And I'm not finished yet. Life is too damn short, especially for you because of you being the Slayer, for us to waste one more minute obsessing over whether or not we should make love because those ASSHOLE gypsies couldn't be bothered to explain to Angel how the curse worked! That is not your fault! Angel turning evil was NOT your fault! And since it seems like the only way I can prove my point is to make love to you and still be here in the morning one of us is overdressed Missy and it's not me!" I lean over and start to unbutton her blouse.
"Willow..." Buffy begins hesitantly.
"No," I tell her; "Don't think, just feel." Punctuating each word with a kiss.
"Will, I..." She tries again.
"Buffy, do you love me?" I ask softly.
"God Wills, you know I do!"
"Then just love me. Believe in your love for me and my love for you. Let our love for each other guide you past your fear and you'll find me waiting for you always."
All the while, as I talk in low, soothing tones, I undress her one piece of clothing at a time. First the blouse, then her shoes and socks. I hold her eyes with mine constantly. She's breathing hard. Her gorgeous hazel eyes are bright with unshed tears. She's so skittish I'm afraid she might bolt from the apartment! I unclasp her bra and after a moments hesitation she shrugs it off her shoulders.
"Beautiful." I whisper and lean in to suckle her nipples.
I move from one to the other feeling them harden and crinkle against my tongue. I hear her breathing deepen and then a sharp intake of breath when I gently bite her right nipple. My hands have been busy unfastening Buffy's leather pants. But no matter how hard I tug, I can't seem to get them down over her hips. Not that her hips are that big it's just that the pants are that tight! Finally, I ask,
"Buffy?"
"Wha...what's wrong, Will? Why'd you stop?"
I sigh in exasperation. "Buffy, I think you need Slayer strength to get these pants off. Wanna help me out here?"
She laughs; "They are a little tight, aren't they?"
"A little? Baby, I don't see how you breathe in these."
"Don't they make my butt look great, though?" She asks.
As she wriggles them off her hips, I grab the cuffs and pull them the rest of the way off. There's an angry looking red mark across her body just under her belly button.
"Oh Baby, these pants are WAY too tight, let me just kiss it and make it all better."
"Promise?" She asks.
The look in her eyes tells me she is asking about more than just the abrasion across her belly. So I put all the love and reassurance that I can into my voice as I answer.
"I promise Buffy."
While I slip her panties off I lean over her and kiss and lick my way across the rapidly fading red mark.
"Oh God, Will!" She gasps.
I reach up and stroke her sensitive nipples. Making little patterns across her breasts with one hand while the other traces a line up one thigh passing low on her belly and down the other. Always just missing that spot where I know she most wants me to go.
"Willow, please?"
"Please what, Buffy?" I ask teasingly.
"Please touch me Will, I need it!"
"Need what Buffy?" I ask innocently. "Tell me what you need and I'll do it."
She whimpers and blushes hotly. A VERY small part of me is a little shocked that I could be so aggressive, But a much larger part is amazed and happy that I can reduce my mighty Slayer to a mass of quivering need and lust.
Softly she says. "Please Will, I need to come please?"
"How Buffy? How should I make you come?" I purr.
I plant a butterfly light kiss low on her belly while still tracing patterns on her inner thighs. Just close enough to the juncture between her legs to tease but never quite touching.
"Oh God Willow, stop teasing and fuck me! Please, fuck me, please!" She begs, moaning.
I slip a finger inside her and am rewarded with a groan of pleasure.
"Like this?" I ask, pumping oh so slowly in and out of her wet channel.
"More Will, please!"
I add a second finger and speed up my strokes: "Better?" I ask.
"Ooo God! More, please?"
She's sooo close it won't take much to put her over the edge. I get an evil grin on my face as I slip my ring and pinky finger inside her. At the same time I use my thumb on her already over stimulated little clit! She bucks on the bed so hard I have to wrap my left arm around her waist to keep from flying off!
"OOOOO GOD, WIIILLLOWWW!!" She screams and then collapses back on the bed breathing heavily
I stretch out next to her and pull her into my arms. Stroking sweat soaked hair out of her face and whispering soothing words into her ear.
"Feel better now, Baby?"
"Oh Will, I love you so much. Thank you."
"For what, Buffy?"
"For understanding, for waiting, for being you."
"Hey, that's what people in love do, they take care of each other."
As I speak, I see a look form on Buffy's face. A look that is eerily similar to the predatory look she gets when hunting Vampires. A wicked smile crosses her lips. I think Buffy has left the building and the Slayer has come out to play! Oh boy! She's sooo fast! Before I can blink she's got us rolled over and is straddling my waist. She leans in close staring me in the eyes, and then she whispers in my ear.
"Will?"
"Y-yes." I answer shakily.
"Your turn."
I gulp.
Part 8
Buffy's POV
There are no words to describe what Willow just did for me. As she holds me and strokes my forehead I can feel all the bad feelings, the fear fostered by Angelus' head games start draining away. I'm so happy and feel so loved.
"Feel better now, Baby?" She asks me.
"Oh Will, I love you so much. Thank you."
"For what, Buffy?"
"For understanding, for waiting, for being you."
"Hey, that's what people in love do, they take care of each other."
I realize then just what I can do to thank my Willow. How I can take care of her, make her feel just as good as I do, right now. I glance up though slitted eyes and gauge just how to do it, to capture my prey. When I have thoughts like that, the Slayer's coming to the fore and I know it. When I get this way, if I'm not out slaying, I try and restrain myself. But tonight I need to use that primitive side of myself to finish what Will started for me. To finish getting past that fear, that lingering doubt. I flip us over and straddle her.
"Will?" I ask.
"Y-yes."
I put on my best evil grin and whisper; "Your turn."
She makes this frightened little noise. It excites me, makes me want to... take her, make her mine. I kiss my way down her neck, to the pulse point. I take it between my teeth and gently bite down, running my tongue over her skin, marking her. She moans. I pull back and look into her green eyes.
"I love you Will." I whisper.
"I love you Buffy."
I kiss my way from Willow's mouth to the hollow of her throat. From there to her nipples. She whimpers as I scrape over them with my teeth. I kiss and lick my way down her body noting her reactions for future reference. I reach her belly button.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Buuufffyyy!"
"Ooo, sensitive Wills?"
"Uh... uh... uh huh." She stutters.
I run my tongue around the edge and she squirms, moaning beneath me. I put it all the way inside her belly button and she shrieks!
"Buffy! Please!"
"Please, Willow? Please what, Baby?" I sing song with a wicked smile.
She looks down her body at me, her eyes going wide and says; "Oh shit!"
"Isn't payback wonderful Willow?" I breathe against her skin.
"Oh Goddess, Buffy please?"
"Yes, Will?" I run my tongue lower along her belly.
"Oh Buffy, pleeeassse?" She hisses
"Tell me Baby. Tell Buffy what you want."
She turns bright red (she's sooo cute when she blushes) as she whispers; "I want to come Buffy, please let me come."
I slide lower on the bed and lick my way around her nether lips. God, she tastes incredible!
"Oooo Buufffyy!
I smile as she squirms but I don't let up, sliding two fingers inside her wetness and start pumping in an uneven rhythm. I lick little circles around her clit at the same time not quite touching it. Wanting to prolong my lover's pleasure as much as possible.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh Goddess! Buffy please!" Willow pleads, whimpering.
I look up at her face, shiny with perspiration; she's whipping her head back and forth with a desperate expression in her eyes. Okay, I think she's about ready for this little trick I know. I put a third finger into her and feel for a certain spot behind her pubic bone. She stiffens and her eyes go wide, her mouth forming a soundless 'O'. As soon as I see this reaction I press harder into the spot and take her swollen clit between my lips and suck for all I'm worth. Will screams, a wordless cry of joy and happiness. Grabbing my hair in both hands she tries to pull me even closer to her, not that it's possible right now. I jab that spot with my fingers again and again she stiffens, then she screams.
"Buuufffyyy!!"
I ease off of her legs trying to catch my breath and moving higher on the bed to take Will in my arms, that's when I notice the blood on my fingers.
"Ohmigod, Will are you hurt?"
"Huh?" she looks at me confused.
"Willow, listen to me, did I hurt you?" I'm on the edge of a full-blown panic now!
"Buffy what are you... oh." As she takes in the blood on my hand she looks almost... embarrassed? Then her face turns almost the same color as her hair! That's when it dawns on me.
"Oh Willow, you were a virgin? Oh Will I'm so sorry." I lie back down next to her and pull her into my arms.
"Don't be sorry Buffy. There's no one I'd rather have given myself to."
"Will, I love you so much!"
"I love you too." She says softly.
"Will, I thought you and Oz..."
"No. the time just never seemed to be right. Now I realize that I was waiting for you."
We lie in silence for a few minutes then she asks; "Buffy?"
"Uh huh."
"Where, um howdidyouknowhowto..." She's so cute!
"Willow, how can you do such heavenly things to my body and still get so embarrassed trying to talk about sex?" Oh god she's even more red faced than before! I giggle before I can stop myself, and she starts to pout and turn away.
"Oh no you don't! Come back here. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings Baby. Now what was your question." For a minute I don't think she's going to answer then very softly she asks;
"How did you know to do that..." I just look into her eyes, letting the confusion show in mine.
"You know," she gives an exasperated sigh. "thatthingwithyourmouth?"
She finally says it but so fast that the words all run together. I get the gist of it though. Now it's my turn to be embarrassed! As I feel heat rush up my face I whisper;
"Angel."
"Angel taught you that?"
"Not exactly." God I feel like my face is on fire!
"Angel DID that to you?" she giggled.
"Well, yeah. I mean you knew that we'd had sex on my birthday but before that we did... other stuff. And I knew that it felt good to me so I thought I should try it on you." I grin. "And it worked out pretty good!"
"Oh yeah, no complaints here!" She snuggles closer.
"Buffy, when you were with Angel, did it feel as good as when I..." She leaves the thought unfinished but I know what she's asking.
"No it didn't Wills. To give you a comparison, what Angel did was fireworks. What you gave me, Baby; that was an atomic bomb!"
"Really?" She asks.
"Really, truly."
I lean in to kiss her but just as our lips are about to touch she yawns! I burst into laughter at the mortified expression on her face.
"Buffy, I... I don't..."
Struggling to get my breating back under control I manage to get out; "It's o-okay Will. Did I t-tire you o-out, Baby?"
"Just a little." She says.
"Okay then, lets go to sleep."
"G'night Buffy."
"Night Wills, I love you."
I gently rock back and forth till her deep breathing tells me she's fallen asleep. But tired as I am, I know instinctively that I'm not going to sleep. Not tonight anyway. See I know that nothing I could have done would have prevented Angel from turning evil after we slept together. Well, I know it in my head anyway. But the Slayer in me wants to protect Willow from having that happen to her. I lean in to kiss her gently on her forehead and whisper;
"I'll protect you Wills. Don't worry. I'll die before I let anything happen to you. Even if the thing I have to protect you from is me."
TBC...