What I Am
by sailor80
Fourteen
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Deep in the maze of the Initiative, Maggie Walsh walked around a gurney. She examined her creation from every angle. It was nearly time to wake him up. She delighted in his patchwork appearance. Green here, titanium there, and huge surgical staples everywhere.
The door opened and Dr. Angleman entered. He began checking the various machines attached to the thing he and Maggie Walsh fashioned. "We're far ahead of schedule," he commented.
"Wonderful! How much longer?" Walsh asked with a smile.
"A week depending on how well it reacts to the next attachment." Dr. Angleman thumbed one of its eyelids open. "I'll start that first thing in the morning."
"Perfect."
Buffy prowled the mansion, looking for something to do. Normally, she'd be out in the cemeteries, moving from shadow to shadow in search of her prey. Willow was absorbed in the files from the Initiative, and Faith and Tara were in the game room, laughing together over a board game. Buffy dragged her fingers along the chair rail and sighed. She'd been through the mansion twice, top to bottom, and couldn't remember the last time she'd been so bored. Buffy sighed again, and started to make her way toward Willow.
She slid into the chair beside her girlfriend and watched her work at the computer. Willow was deep in concentration, chewing absently on the pen cap as she read the documents. She realized Buffy was watching her, and turned from the computer screen to smile at her. "Hi, Buff."
"Hi, Will." Buffy sighed again.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I'm just bored. There's nothing to do here."
"You could play with Tara and Faith," Willow suggested.
"Nah, they've got this whole coupley vibe going."
Willow's eyebrow went up. "Really?"
"You're kidding, right?" Buffy asked. "They've been, like, attached at the hip since we got here."
"I've been a little busy," Willow said.
"Got us a plan yet?"
"Not yet. I wanna talk to Riley again."
"Okay," Buffy answered. "We can do that tomorrow. I think we're pretty safe during the day."
"All right," Willow agreed. She turned back to the computer screen.
Buffy reached over and pushed the laptop screen shut. "That's enough for one day," she said over Willow's protests. Buffy kept her hand on the laptop.
Willow sighed and surrendered. "What do you want to do, then?"
"Anything except this."
"Anything?"
"Well, I don't want to eat bugs." Buffy made a face.
"Pool?" Willow suggested.
"Snuggles by the fire?" Buffy countered.
Willow smiled at Buffy. "Okay. You go start the fire. I'll be up in a few minutes."
"Deal." Buffy hopped up and moved purposefully toward the door.
Willow admired the view as Buffy left. Then she got up and went into the kitchen. She rummaged through the refrigerator and put together a snack for them. She thought for a second, then added a can of whipped cream. She picked up the plate and glasses and headed upstairs.
Buffy was kneeling in front of the fireplace. She had a tiny blaze going and patiently fed it progressively larger chunks of wood until it was burning well. Willow put the tray down and sat on the rug to watch. When Buffy joined her, Willow said, "Good job."
"Thank you. Believe it or not, I was once a Girl Scout."
"I bet you were cute in your uniform."
"Adorable," Buffy agreed, chuckling. "I'm sure Mom has pictures to embarrass me with."
Willow smiled. "I'll be sure to ask her."
"Like you don't have any incriminating photos." Buffy moved behind Willow and began to massage her shoulders.
"Mmmm, I'll never tell. That feels wonderful."
"Good to know I'm doing it right." Buffy leaned forward while pulling Willow's hair aside. She kissed Willow's neck half a dozen times before resuming her work on Willow's shoulders.
"Mmmm," Willow hummed again, and leaned back into Buffy's hands.
Buffy dropped her hands to Willow's waist and drew her shirt up. Willow cooperated in its removal. "Naughty Willow, not wearing a bra."
"This is the first you noticed," Willow answered. "Lower, please."
Buffy complied. She worked her hands down Willow's spine to her waist and slowly worked her way back up to the redhead's neck. Again, she moved Willow's hair to the side to access the creamy skin at the nape of her neck. She slowly kissed her way down Willow's spine. At Willow's waist, Buffy curled herself around Willow and kissed her way from Willow's navel up her sternum. She paused and looked up at Willow.
"No stopping," Willow demanded softly. "And no fair," she said while plucking at Buffy's shirt.
Buffy smiled as she sat up and removed her shirt and bra. She leaned over and kissed Willow's back at her waist. Buffy slowly made her way up Willow's back. Willow shivered in anticipation when Buffy curled around her again. Buffy took her time kissing her way up Willow's belly, between her breasts, up her throat to her lips. Buffy kissed Willow thoroughly while she rubbed her nipple against Willow's, and delighted in the groan that flowed from Willow's mouth into her own.
Faith blew the shot and the cue ball spun away from the ball she had intended to hit. "Damn," she said. "Don't they ever sleep?"
Tara looked at her quizzically.
Faith returned her stick to the rack. "I need some air."
"Okay," Tara said. She, too, returned her stick to the rack and followed Faith toward the back entrance.
Faith led them back to the sunken garden. It was far enough from the house that she couldn't hear Buffy and Willow. She lowered herself to one of the benches, and Tara sat beside her. Faith scanned the garden from habit, and became perfectly still when she sensed a vampire nearby. She turned to Tara for a second, and made a be-quiet gesture. Tara nodded, and Faith slipped off the bench and blended into the darkness.
Tara heard a lot of movement, then Faith said, "Damn, Fang, you coulda let us know you were coming."
Faith strolled back into view, Angel in tow. He was brushing leaves off his coat. Tara looked him briefly up and down, and ran her hand over her hair. Angel took the hint and pushed a leaf off his spiky gelled hair. "I tried to call, but no one's answering the phone."
"There's a phone here?" Faith asked.
"Yeah. Haven't you heard it ringing?"
"No, or we'd've answered it. Why're you here, anyway?" Faith asked impatiently.
"Giles called. He said Buffy has an amulet that needs to be taken out of play."
"Oh, yeah, I remember. He really doesn't like that thing."
"Where is it?" Angel asked.
"Might be by Red's computer," Faith speculated.
"Can we get it?"
"In a little while," Faith said.
"Why not now?" Angel inquired.
Faith smirked at him. "Trust me, you really don't want to know."
"C'mon Faith, I need to get back to LA before dawn."
"Okay." Faith offered a hand to Tara while telling Angel, "Don't say I didn't warn you."
As they neared the house, Angel began hearing incoherent sounds. He looked at the house, puzzled by what would cause that to happen. He figured it out as they walked through the kitchen.
"Willow!" Buffy howled. "Oh god, that's so good, don't stop."
Tara turned red and stared at the floor. Faith, with a bigger smirk, turned to Angel and said, "Told ya we shoulda waited a while." She let go of Tara's hand and walked to the dining room, where Willow had set up her computer. The amulet lay atop a pile of papers, and Faith picked it up.
She returned to the kitchen and offered it to Angel. He took it examined it briefly. He shrugged and put it in the pocket of his coat.
"Anything else you need?" Faith asked.
"No." Angel shook his head. "Tell Buffy and Willow I'm sorry I missed them."
Faith chuckled. "Will do."
Angel nodded and went out the back door.
"W-why didn't he need an invitation?" Tara asked.
"It's his house," Faith explained. She cocked her head toward the interior of the house and sighed. "They're like rabbits on crack." Tara giggled and Faith smiled at her. "Glad you're amused."
"Do you w-want to go out again?" Tara asked.
"If you don't mind."
Buffy caught her breath and flipped Willow onto her back. She pressed her body into Willow's. They slid across each other as Buffy licked, kissed, nibbled, and sucked the length of Willow's neck. Willow spread her legs for a moment to get better contact with Buffy's thigh. Buffy obligingly exerted more pressure against' Willow's center. The redhead threw her head back and arched against Buffy, groaning. Buffy slid down Willow's torso, stopping briefly here and there to lick a freckle. She reached her destination and lifted Willow's legs over her shoulders. She touched and tasted and teased until Willow squirmed constantly. She spread Willow's labia and inhaled deeply before diving in. Soon, Willow was panting and pressing firmly against Buffy's mouth, and Buffy was completely engrossed in Willow.
Buffy crawled up Willow, bringing the sheet with her. She kissed Willow gently and closed her eyes. Willow wrapped her arms around Buffy, and they fell asleep, floating a few inches above the bed