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by sailor80
Twenty-One
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The ride back to the Summers house was crowded. Anya and Giles shared the front seat with Xander. Willow, in a set of scrubs, sat on Buffy's lap. Dawn was squeezed into the middle. Tara was on Aislin's lap. Everyone was talking animatedly. Willow listened more than she talked. She sneaked looks at Aislin and Tara, and pieced together some of what had transpired since she and Buffy had necked on the garden bench.
At the house, they ordered pizzas. Buffy refused to let go of Willow's hand. After everyone ate, the euphoria wore off and they all started to droop. Dawn went to bed without prompting. Giles left next. Xander offered Tara a ride to the dorm, and she and Aislin left with them.
Willow and Buffy were alone. As much as they loved their family, it had been far too long since the two of them had time for themselves.
Willow grazed Buffy's cheek below the dirty gauze with her index finger. "What happened?" she asked.
"I don't remember. Picked it up chasing you. Not you, the demon." Buffy stopped. "That is way too confusing." She brightened. "Maybe Dawn fixed it."
Willow lifted one corner of the tape and removed the covering. Beneath it, a line of butterfly bandages showed where Buffy had been injured. There was nothing there now, and Willow peeled each small bandage from Buffy's face. When she finished, she kissed each spot. Then she leaned against Buffy. "What really happened?"
"I don't know all of it." Buffy let go of Willow's hand so she could hold her with both arms. "I'm just glad it's over."
"Mmm hmm," Willow agreed.
"You tired?"
"A little. I really want a shower."
"That would feel good," Buffy agreed.
"You'll have to let go for a few minutes."
"Not gonna happen." Buffy squeezed Willow gently. "We'll just have to shower together. Conserve water and all that."
"You still want me?" Willow sounded surprised.
"Oh yeah." Buffy put two fingers under Willow's chin and tugged gently. When she could see Willow's face, she said fervently, "I love you, Willow. I want you right here, in my arms, forever." She kissed Willow softly.
Buffy laid over on the couch and twisted so she was on her back. She pulled Willow along until the redhead was lying on top of her. The continued to kiss, shifting until they were comfortable. Their kisses became more heated. Buffy reveled in the feeling of Willow stretched against her. It felt right, and Buffy realized that she was warm for the first time since she had forced her way from her grave months before. The sweep of Willow's tongue through her mouth gave her shivers of anticipation. 'Who knew kissing could feel so goooooood?' she wondered.
Willow concentrated on kissing Buffy. It felt wonderful. Buffy was eagerly kissing her back. It was something she had dreamed about for years. Willow shifted her hips enough to slide a thigh between Buffy's, and smiled at the sound it elicited. Buffy raised the thigh Willow was resting on enough to get a moan in return. Their kisses escalated in intensity again. Buffy pulled Willow more tightly against her. She left her mouth and kissed along her jaw to her ear. "Let's go upstairs," she whispered before sucking Willow's earlobe into her mouth. "Take a nice hot shower, towel each other off."
Willow's answer was to roll off Buffy and stand beside the couch. She looked down at Buffy, then took off for the steps. "Last one in's a rotten egg," Willow sang as she ran up the stairs.
Buffy was right behind her. "No fair," she protested when she entered the bathroom.
Willow was adjusting the water temperature. "Is too. You have all that Slayer speed and stuff." Satisfied with the water, she pulled the scrub shirt over her head. She untied the drawstring and let the pants fall to the floor, then stepped into the shower. She stood in the spray for twenty seconds, then peeked around the shower curtain. "You coming in or what?" she asked Buffy.
"Socks," Buffy answered as she pulled off one, then the other. She stepped into the shower and immediately enfolded Willow in her arms.
Willow pecked Buffy's lips, then threw her head back so the water would run through her hair. The motion moved her breasts against Buffy's. Both made a satisfied noise at the contact.
They stayed in the shower long after they were both clean. The hot water felt good, and touching each other under it felt better. They toweled each other dry, lingering in a few places. Wrapped in towels, they took turns combing and braiding each other's hair. Buffy put the comb aside while Willow turned toward her.
They were suddenly awkward with each other. Willow reached out and took Buffy's hand. "You okay with this?"
"Just nervous," Buffy smiled. "I never. I mean."
"I know what you mean," Willow said. "We can wait."
"I don't want to wait," Buffy answered. She leaned toward Willow.
"Good." Willow leaned in to meet her. They kissed tentatively, separated. "C'mere," Willow said. She laid down and tugged Buffy down next to her so they lay face to face. They kissed again, surely this time, but slowly. Willow moved closer to Buffy. She slid one arm under Buffy's neck, and let her fingers play along the Slayer's shoulders. With the other, she caressed Buffy's cheek.
As their kisses escalated, the towels became an impediment. Buffy impatiently pushed Willow's away. She stopped kissing Willow long enough to sit up and throw hers onto the floor. She returned to Willow. Buffy straddled her and leaned down to kiss her again. Willow pulled her down onto her body. The pleasure of Willow's naked body against her own took Buffy's breath away. She jerked her mouth away from Willows and gasped in a little air. She was seeing stars. "Oh god, Willow," she moaned into the air near Willow's ear.
Willow's hands moved restlessly over Buffy's body. The play of Buffy's muscles as she moved had always fascinated her. To feel them, and to make Buffy sound like she did just from these curious explorations turned her on more than she thought possible. Her mouth moved along Buffy's neck, her collarbone, wherever she could reach. Finally, Buffy's mouth returned to Willow's. Her kisses were hungry and deep but unhurried.
When they broke for air, Willow rolled them over so she was on top. She began kissing Buffy's neck, licking and nipping her way down to the blonde's chest. Her tongue moved quickly on Buffy's skin, tasting each millimeter as she circled closer to Buffy's nipple. When she drew it into her mouth, Buffy moaned again. Willow smiled and continued, moving out and away until she reached Buffy's other nipple.
Willow could smell Buffy's arousal long before she reached its source. She didn't hurry, despite Buffy's efforts to move her along. Willow mapped her lover, noting each moan, gasp and sigh. When Buffy reached down to touch herself, Willow intercepted her hand. Their fingers interlocked, and as tightly as Buffy squeezed, it was never hard enough to hurt Willow.
The first sweep of Willow's tongue along Buffy's sex made them both shudder. Buffy's hips bucked and she asked, "Will, what are you doing?"
"Trust me," Willow answered, and set to work. Not that it was work. It was Buffy, and she tasted better than she smelled, and this, Willow thought, was better than any of the thousands of fantasies she had about Buffy over the years. Willow was as slow and thorough in this task as she had been reaching it.
Just before Buffy's orgasm started, she pushed herself against Willow's busy tongue. She shook and shuddered silently, then went limp. Willow made one last sweep with her tongue before crawling up Buffy's body.
When Buffy came to, Willow was smiling at her. Buffy pulled her into a passionate kiss. When they broke for air, Buffy looked at Willow and said, "Wow."
Willow, still grinning, nodded. "I'll see your wow and raise you an oh my."
Buffy laughed. "That was amazing. What was it?"
Willow's smile faded and her brow furrowed. "You never?"
"No. I'm real sure I'd remember that."
"Poor baby." Willow stroked Buffy's cheek. "You have a lot of catching up to do."
"I wanna make you feel like that, too, Will, but I don't know how."
"Touch me." Willow took Buffy's hand and guided it between her legs.
Buffy's eyes widened again. "You're so wet."
"Because of you." Willows eyes closed for a moment and she released a small sigh.
Buffy turned them so Willow was on her back. She stretched against Willow's side. Her hand moved without guidance as Willow's hand moved up her arm to the back of her head. Willow pulled Buffy down into another kiss. When Willow pulled away, Buffy's mouth stayed in motion, trailing small kisses along Willow's jaw and down her neck. She licked Willow's chest, delighted at the salty tang of her sweat. Buffy sucked at Willow's erect nipple to the rhythm of the redhead's rolling hips.
"Oh god, oh Buffy, oh god, fuck me," Willow moaned.
As surprised as Buffy was at Willow's language, she was more surprised at how much it excited her. She slid her middle finger into Willow.
"More, oh god," Willow panted. She reached down and began to rub her clit.
Buffy slid her thumb under Willow's hand and entered Willow with her index finger, too. The sound of her fingers sliding in and out of Willow fascinated her nearly as much as the sight of Willow. Sweaty, eyes closed, head thrown back, breathing harshly. When Willow contracted around her fingers, Buffy bent to her breast again.
Willow's hips stayed up off the bed as she came. She thrust against Buffy's hand and exhaled a long "oh." When her hips came down, Buffy stayed inside Willow, feeling the waves of her contractions against her fingers. When they slowed, Buffy rotated her fingers inside Willow. She came again, silently, her hips rising from the bed.
Buffy removed her fingers from Willow. Willow was panting. Her eyes were closed, so she missed the show of Buffy smelling her fingers, tasting them, then sucking them into her mouth and removing all of Willow's juices from them. When she finished that, she laid down beside Willow and pulled her close. "Love you," she said quietly.
Willow yawned. "Love you too." She shifted, moving her head to Buffy's shoulder.
Buffy didn't think she'd be able to sleep, but pulled the sheet up over them. She kissed Willow one last time before closing her eyes.
Buffy woke up slowly. She was warm and comfortable and Willow was beside her. She opened her eyes. Her room was bright, and Willow's bare shoulder was in her view. Buffy lifted the sheet enough to confirm that they both were nude. A huge grin spread across her face. She let her fingertips play on Willow's back, and was delighted when Willow snuggled closer.
For the first time since long before she died, Buffy was happy. The only cloud on her horizon was that her mother hadn't lived to see it, and Buffy started a to do list with 'take flowers to Mom's grave.' 'Later,' she added. 'Much later.' Because Willow was here, naked, and just that thought excited her.
"No," Willow said crossly. "No flies, no frogs."
Buffy giggled. Willow twitched once, then opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Buffy's smile. "Morning."
"Good morning," Buffy answered.
Willow leaned up for a kiss and Buffy obliged her, slowly and thoroughly. A knock on the door startled them.
"Buffy, can I come in?" Dawn called.
Buffy sighed and rearranged the sheet over them. "Yeah."
Dawn opened the door slowly and covered her eyes. Willow giggled.
"It's okay, Dawn."
Dawn peeked between two fingers before dropping her hand. "Hey, guys."
"No guys here," Willow teased her, and Buffy snickered.
Dawn grinned at them. "You know what I mean. Anyway, are you getting out of bed today or should I go find somebody to feed me?"
"What time is it?" Buffy asked.
"Ten-thirty. And I checked the refrigerator, but we all ready ate everything Xander bought when we got home," Dawn told her.
"Give us some time to get dressed and we'll get lunch or brunch or whatever, and then we'll get some groceries. And shouldn't you be in school anyway?" Buffy asked.
"It's Saturday."
"Really?"
"Really." Dawn affirmed. "Could you guys hurry it up? I'm really hungry."
"The sooner you leave, the sooner we'll get up," Buffy told her.
Dawn left without answering. She pulled the door closed.
"Well, that shoots my plan all to pieces," Buffy said.
"You had a plan?" Willow asked.
"Uh huh." Buffy pulled Willow onto her. They both sighed. "I was gonna do this."
Buffy kissed Willow. "All day."
"I like your plan." Willow murmured.
"And now it's been foiled." Buffy kissed Willow lightly. "So I guess we better get up and feed the monster child, or we'll never have any peace."
Willow rolled off Buffy. They got out of bed. Willow picked her towel up from the floor and wrapped it around herself. "Be right back," she told Buffy.
She entered her room cautiously, in case someone was using it, but it was empty. Willow dressed quickly and returned to Buffy's room. Buffy was making the bed. Willow stood in the doorway and admired the view. Buffy twitched the comforter even, and stood up. "I know you're there," she said before turning around.
"Good." Willow answered. She stayed in the doorway, waiting for Buffy. Buffy crossed the room quickly. They shared a few kisses before Dawn interrupted them again.
"C'mon guys, I'm hungry!" she yelled up the stairs.
Buffy and Willow kissed one more time before heading downstairs hand in hand.
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