Causatum
by sailor80
Twelve
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Sorry about the deiays. Having a heinous attack of unrelenting real life. It's keeping me from paying attention to this. But I'll be back.
Tara returned to the table less than five minutes later. They were listening to Dawn complain about school when she sat next to Aislin again. Aislin's concern was obvious as she looked at Tara, but it receded when Tara smiled.
"Dinner's on me tonight," Xander announced. "Where to? Or from?"
They called three different takeouts. While they waited, Dawn did her homework. Anya counted the register. Tara and Aislin disappeared into the stacks, and the others occasionally heard rustling pages and the odd giggle. Buffy went into the training room and halfheartedly hit on the heavy bag. Bored with that, she went back to sit beside Willow. She slid her chair as close as she could, and placed her hand palm down between Willow's legs and leaned over. Before they could kiss, Dawn said, "Don't make me get the hose."
Buffy ignored her. She kept her lips close to Willows and asked, "Feeling better?"
"Mmm hmm." Willow leaned forward and brushed her lips against Buffy's.
"Good." Buffy returned the caress, then pulled away. She stuck her tongue out at her sister, and Willow smacked her lightly. Dawn smirked and quickly ducked her head back to her books. "Hey!" Buffy complained. "She started it."
"Play nice," Willow told her. "You too," she said to Dawn, and Buffy smirked.
The food arrived before they could start another round.
After they cleaned up, they went on a brief group patrol, flushing all the newly fledged vampires from two different cemeteries and driving them toward Buffy, who staked them quickly. Then they started losing members. Tara and Aislin were first, saying good night at the entrance to Tara's dorm. Next Xander and Anya, who got back into Xander's car at the Magic Shop. Buffy accepted Xander's offer of a ride over Willow's and Dawn's protests, and he watched from the curb until Buffy closed the door.
Dawn headed directly upstairs. Willow and Buffy detoured to the kitchen. Buffy fixed a sandwich while Willow leaned against the counter and watched.
"Would it be okay if we left sooner?"
"It's not like I have other plans," Buffy answered. She put the top slice on her sandwich and began to clean up. "You wanna leave sooner?"
"Yes and no." Willow picked up Buffy's sandwich and slid a paper towel under it.
Buffy closed the refrigerator and turned back to Willow. She smiled at her, then began to slink toward the redhead. When she was as close as she could get to Willow without touching her, she said, "Tell me what you want."
Willow shivered at Buffy's words. She closed the gap between them and pulled Buffy's face to her own with a hand carelessly threaded through Buffy's hair. She kissed Buffy slowly until neither of them could breathe. They separated, gasping in desperate lungsful and immediately kissed again. Buffy held Willow against her with hands splayed on Willow's back. Willow's other hand was on Buffy's hip, sliding back toward her butt. Buffy's mouth slid off Willow's and trailed wetly to her ear.
"I want," Buffy said hoarsely, "you go to upstairs and get undressed and wait for me."
"Yes'm," Willow answered, but didn't let go.
Buffy let Willow pull her down into another kiss. At its conclusion, she pulled away. "I'll be right behind you."
Willow nodded and headed out of the kitchen. Buffy devoured her sandwich, and fixed drinks for both of them. She carried them upstairs. The door to her room was open a crack. She pushed it with her foot and stood staring.
Willow had placed and lit half a dozen candles. She was lying on her side, undressed as Buffy requested. Buffy swallowed hard and came into the room. She pushed the door shut and carried the drinks to the bedside table. "Wow," she said to Willow as she sat them down.
Willow smiled. "Glad you like." She sat up and slid to the side of the bed. She swung her feet over the side and snagged one of Buffy's belt loops. Willow pulled Buffy toward her. She unbuttoned her pants first and pushed them to the floor. Next went Buffy's shirt and bra, underwear, shoes and socks. Buffy stood between Willows legs and looked down.
Willow looked back, smiling. She put one hand forward and it slid between Buffy's legs easily. Buffy whimpered. "Shh," Willow leaned forward and kissed the valley of skin between Buffy's breasts. She turned her hand and let one finger play at Buffy's entrance. Buffy whimpered again and pulled Willow to her feet. She pulled Willow against her, her mouth open and devouring the skin it found. Buffy's hands flew across Willow, struggling to touch her everywhere at once.
When Buffy finished the kiss, she knew just how excited Willow was. Willow fell back onto the bed, pulling Buffy with her. Their lips smacked and their tongues moved at top speed between them. Hands moved fluidly, followed by lips. Buffy's fingers stayed buried in Willow while Willow set a slow steady pace in and out of Buffy. They kissed steadily, tearing away sometimes to gasp and pant. Willow was stronger than Buffy expected. Her fingers moved languidly in, pausing for a moment to let Buffy's lips form an o against her own, then out as Willow's tongue invaded her mouth. Buffy was dizzy with all of it. Willow squeezed her fingers, relaxed, and rocked against her.
Buffy dragged her tongue across Willow's jaw. "Love you," she panted over Willow's shoulder. "I love you, Willow. Love you so much."
Willow's lips moved against her neck as Buffy's fingers sank deeper into Willow. "Buffy," Willow groaned. She screamed, "Buffy," and bucked, flooding Buffy's hand on her downward drive.
"Love you," Buffy repeated, lapping up the taste of Willow's neck. It changed as she came, and Buffy's tongue moved in broad swipes between each declaration. At one particularly tasty spot, she sucked, drawing in a small patch of skin. Willow moaned, and Buffy smiled against her. Everything she felt was amplified back to her through Willow's skin, and Buffy knew it wouldn't be long before she came. Willow's fingers reached that place again and rested there for a brief moment. Then she began Morse Code against her g spot. Buffy knew the message. She answered with a string of nips around Willow's neck as she made her way back to Willow's eager mouth.
Buffy thrust her tongue in rhythm with Willow's fingers in and out of her wetness. Her own fingers slid deeper into Willow as she relaxed. Her free hand swept Willow's skin, moving steadily toward Willow's breast without ever reaching its journey. Willow's other hand stayed on the back of Buffy's head, threading into and releasing blonde hair.
Willow couldn't hold off any longer. She contracted around Buffy's fingers, her head thrown back. Willow's lips moved randomly. Nothing, nothing, NOTHING had ever felt so good. She saw stars behind her closed lids, and opened her eyes to Buffy's steady gaze. "I love you, Willow. My sweetheart," sinking in somehow.
"Buffy," Willow gasped. "O I o o love o you," she forced out. Somehow she kept pace with Buffy's hips, but mostly she drove her back into the mattress, to Buffy's surprise. When Buffy's orgasms began, she was glad that Willow was stronger than she looked as Willow pushed against her. She bit Willow hard one time, and heard her scream, worrying for half a second before Willow came again, impaling herself further on Buffy's hand and releasing another wave of wetness.
They continued until they couldn't any longer, and fell into sleep with their fingers still deep in each other.
Buffy opened her eyes. She looked around in confusion. It looked like Tara's dorm room, but the first one, with fairy lights all around. Buffy looked down at herself. She was dressed comfortably, and she knew without checking that a stake was in her waistband and a sword across her back. "Okay," she said uncertainly.
"Buffy," Tara said and stepped forward. She was dressed differently than Buffy had ever seen her, in dark red leather, and Buffy exhaled a whistle. "Damn, Tara."
Tara ignored the compliment. "Did she tell you?"
"No," Willow spoke up from past Buffy. She stayed behind her, her arms around Buffy's waist and her chin resting on Buffy's shoulder.
"She can't protect you from this," Tara told Willow.
"I can," Buffy said firmly.
"You can't," Willow, Tara and Dawn said simultaneously.
"We have to go," Willow said.
"But we just got..." Buffy trailed off as Dawn moved to stand beside Tara.
"We'll bring Dawn to you when school gets out," Tara promised.
"But what about," Buffy started.
"Everything will be fine." Dawn told her. Dawn crossed the distance between them and hugged both Buffy and Willow. Buffy frowned at Tara while they returned the embrace. Tara looked calmly back. "I'll see you soon," Dawn said quietly, and backed away to resume her place beside Tara.
"C'mon, lover," Willow breathed into Buffy's ear, and she turned her attention to the redhead.