Start of a New Life
by Rin
Phone Sex
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"Willow, I don't understand. Where did this idea come from all of a sudden? Just the other day, you about ready to flay someone alive...now, you're making with the calm." Xander sat on the couch in Willow's office, while she went to retrieve the files on her desk. Since the date, she'd worked extra hard to find a way to turn the label around, and with Buffy gone to New York, she was determined to get the job finished in time for the weekend, so that she could visit her wife in the Big Apple. Between packing, monthly problems, and just too much work, they were growing extra frustrated. That's when Buffy decided that they would hold off until that first weekend, and it would give Willow all the more reason to work extra hard. It was all the incentive Willow needed, so she'd been up since Buffy had left three days ago, typing up the proposal, and preparing all the paperwork that would be needed. She had a feeling their board members, and shareholders would be pleased. The only question was whether the public would buy it or not.
"I know, and I'm sorry. We all, well maybe not me because I keep taking them randomly, need a vacation for a while. I think once we get this project going, we'll get there. What do you think? Do you think it'll work?" Willow handed the files to Xander, and he was scanning through them.
"I think it's worth a shot." He was quiet for moment, just scanning through page after page. The entire thing was so easy to work through because of Willow's quirky organizational skills. Xander had never been happier about that. His life had been rough for the past month and a half, as well. Between running the label office himself, and trying to take care of Anya and Jesse, things were hectic, not to mention that his best friend's wife was practically on her deathbed there for a while. He definitely needed that vacation. "Let's do it. This sounds like a great plan."
"You don't think it's too much?" Willow reverted to being unsure of herself, and when she saw Xander's huge grin, she had to breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's perfect. If we can get the entire thing managed, then this will be awesome." Xander folded the papers randomly in the folders, and laid them on the couch.
"We're still in the green right now but if we don't do something, then that may not be the case anymore." Willow picked the folder up, and started placing the pages back in order. "It's a risk but one I think is worth taking, and in the end will be successful. Plus, if it sells, then we could make it an every year thing."
"That would be great." Xander stood up from the couch. There was still a lot to be done, and with this new boost of confidence, he felt compelled to actually work.
"The others thought so, too. We just have to contact the people involved now, and see if they'd be willing to do it." Willow stood up, and placed the files back on her desk before standing in front of her desk with Xander. The two friends smiled at each other, and started to chuckle. "Like they have a choice. We're the brains of this little operation."
"No, you're the brains of this operation. Remember?" Xander nudged her with his shoulder, and she rolled her eyes playfully.
"Don't listen to the office. You're not a Zeppo. Things have been hectic around here, and now we just have to turn things around, which is what we're doing...together." Willow pushed him out the door, when the phone started to ring. She noticed Vi answering, while she sent her friend on his way.
"Willow, it's Buffy on Line 1. She says it's extremely urgent." Vi put the blonde on hold, and motioned for Willow.
"Is she okay?" Willow went into immediate worry mode.
"Didn't say. Just said, 'Let me talk to Willow, this is Buffy. It's urgent.'" Vi watched Willow retreat quickly to her office without another second to lose. Willow immediately shut and locked her office door, pulled down the blinds, and answered the phone in a hurry. It seemed like a lot to do but she did it with such speed that it hardly took a second.
"Baby? Buffy? What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay?" Willow sat down on her couch, clutching the phone to her ear, and shaking her leg nervously, waiting for a reply. It was extremely quiet on the other end.
"Willow..." Buffy's voice was oozing, and extremely husky. Willow was confused whether she should be turned on, or worried. Didn't matter...she was already both anyways. She looked at the clock above her desk, did some quick mental calculations, and noticed that it was 8 in New York. Buffy was finished for the day, which made her eyebrows scrunch in confusion.
"Buffy? Baby? Is something wrong?" Willow realized that Buffy was toying with her, and she went into immediate scolding mode. "Buffy Anne Summers!! You little...little...bad girl."
"Ouch...harsh words there, Wills. Are you gonna spank me now?" Buffy was oozing sex, and Willow's breathing calmed down from its anger and worry, and changed to a more eradicated manner.
"Buffy...that was really mean. I was really worried about you. You know what you, we just went through, and I'm still not over that yet. I was really scared, and then you go, and you act like it's all fine to be playing like that. Well, it's not! And I won't tolerate it, missy! Spanking isn't even a big enough punishment." Willow was fuming but still excited that her wife was okay. The events of Buffy's near death still weighed heavily over them, though, and she didn't understand how her wife could play with her like that. "That was just cruel."
"Will...Willow, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. It's been a long day again, and I miss you, and I just want to hold you, and kiss you, and hug you, and various other things that involve you. I just want my Wills. That's all. My common sense takes the back burner when my mind is completely focused on you. I'm sorry." Buffy's tone was pleading, and even though she was still upset, Willow couldn't stay mad at her. There just could've been a better way to call her than scare her like that. She was quiet for several minutes, and just leaned back into the couch, breathing another sigh of relief that her lover was okay. "Willow? Baby? Please talk to me..."
"Buffy, I'm not mad at you. I just wish you wouldn't have scared me like that. That's all." Willow ran her hard-worked hands through her auburn locks, and relaxed completely on the couch for the first time in over four days. It was good to finally be able to relax. With the new project, Watchers Records would show another turnaround, and work wouldn't be so difficult anymore. However, with the ups comes the downs, and the redhead knew that starting the business, and she still loved her job. After another couple of minutes, she let out another long sigh before she started talking again. "How was your day?"
"Shit, Will. You had ME scared there. I'm sorry." Buffy let out her own sigh of relief. "Well...I had two book signings, and then ran into the actress that's going to play lead for the series. She's cute. I expected her to be taller."
"Yeah? You get the same thing all the time, baby. That's kinda funny." Willow laid her entire body across the couch, and just sprawled, enjoying the phone company of her wife.
"Yeah...well, I kinda love you." Buffy's sappy comeback made Willow giggle, and she smiled for the first time during the conversation. "What about you? How was your day?"
"Oh! I showed the project proposal to everybody, and we're going to start that." Willow bit her lip in concentration. She knew that without a doubt she would make it to New York that weekend but since Buffy toyed with her, should she toy with Buffy? Finally, she decided that all was fair in love and war. "I can't make it this weekend, though. I'm sorry."
"What?! No...you have to come. I want you to meet some people, and kiss me, and sit in the audience while I'm promoting, and kiss me some more, and sit beside me when I'm signing books, and kiss me all over. That's not fair." Buffy's pleading, whiny tone was full force, and Willow had to suppress a chuckle. Putting on her resolve, she kept up with the play. Thinking about it, the redhead decided that she'd surprise her wife instead. It was always more fun that way anyways. This time she knew there would be no chance of finding her in bed with another woman (damn Lilah...she was still bitter towards the woman), since Robin was her campaign manager the whole time. He knew how bad the last book tour was for the blonde, so he volunteered to take the two weeks to tour with her. Quentin had no problem with that, since her sales were important to the company. He could lose a publishing agent for two weeks but there was no way he was losing Buffy's talent (or rather, the money she brought in).
"Baby...I know. I want to be there, too." Willow was trying to be careful with her words. She didn't want to lie to her. If she did that, then Buffy would be mad at her...even though she'd get over it when she saw her. Again, Willow just beamed with excitement, and her hormones were chanting 'Buff-y! Buff-y! Buff-y! Buff-y!'
"Wills...can't you...like..." The blonde was trying to think of something but just couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse. Willow could tell she was just as frustrated.
"No, baby. I can't like... I need to finish my work." Once again, Willow played all the different scenarios in her head, and her mind was shooting out all sorts of erotic and intimate greetings she could give her wife. No matter what, though, they all ended in naked Buffy, and Willow found her right hand drawing circles underneath her shirt, right along the belly button, and inching further down.
"Well. Okay, I know. I understand. I just miss you, and need you. I haven't slept well all week without my Willow pillow." Buffy's pouty voice gave Willow another mental picture, and her left hand started to unbutton her blouse, slowly rubbing circles around her cotton-barrier breast.
"Yeah...me, neither" Willow's voice was huskier than usual, and she was starting to unbutton her skirt. Just as she was about to unzip it all the way, Buffy spoke again, only a little quieter.
"Will? OH MY...is that your sexy voice?" Buffy's breathing had started to labor, and Willow was getting even more turned on just by hearing her wife's breath in her ear.
"I have a sexy voice?" Willow's tone was still dark, and dripping with lust, as she managed to inch her hand to her thighs, teasing herself just the right amount.
"Oh...oh gods. Will, that is your sexy voice. I don't think I can take this...oh, baby I need you soooo much right now." Buffy's breath hitched in her throat when Willow moaned her name quietly. "Oh my...are you doing what I think you're doing?"
"That depends..." Willow wanted to be playful, as she pushed her bra aside, and started pinching and rubbing her right nipple with the image of Buffy doing that same thing.
"Mmm...on what?" Buffy had started to moan, and Willow had heard the sounds of clothes being thrown. Apparently, her wife was more than ready to see her.
"On what you think I'm doing...mmmm...Buffy..." Willow knew she was toying with her wife a little but it had been a long time since they had phone sex. An awfully long time, and though she preferred the real deal, she would take what was available at the moment. Willow just wanted, needed, and craved Buffy at that moment. Just like every other moment but this time, she could do something about it without fear of Xander, or somebody else in the office watching. "What are you wearing?"
"Nothing now!! I threw my clothes off!!! God, Wills...how long has it been since we've done this?" They both chuckled low in their throats, and their moans started to crash together. "I love you so much. I need you, baby."
"I love you, too. What are you doing right now?" The redhead was still teasing herself, not yet ready to touch the place she most needed it.
"Mmm...I'm playing with my breast. My left one, the one that you like so much...the one that wants you to touch it right now. What are you doing?" Buffy was panting and moaning a little louder. She had the luxury of being loud, unlike Willow who had to be a little quieter, since there was a whole office of workers just outside her door.
"I'm doing that...waiting for you. I'll always wait for you, baby. You hear what you do to me? I need you so much that I can't even think straight, and I'm sitting here, teasing myself on my office couch...all those people outside that could walk in any minute, and catch me playing with myself...but they can't touch me. Only you can touch me." Willow heard Buffy's gasp, and knew what her lover had done, so she followed suit. She would always wait for Buffy.
"Yess......mmmmm....Willow, you feel so good, baby. I'm touching myself...in your favorite spot...my favorite spot for you to go...and it wishes that you were touching it instead of me. OH...mmm...Wills...mmm..." Buffy's gasp made Willow pick up her own speed. It wasn't normal for her to do something like this in her office, and that made it all the more exciting. "Touch yourself, Willow. Touch yourself where I want to touch you right now...I want you to scream my name, while I scream yours. All of New York is going to know that I'm yours...mmm...Wills...baby..."
"Gods...Buffy...the things you do to me. I can't scream, though. You know that...I'm in the office...just...don't stop. Mmmm...right there...oh, yeah...right there. I love it when you touch me here." Willow continued working her more intimate parts, and slid two fingers into herself, pumping in and out slowly at first to get a feel for it, and when she heard Buffy start to hiccup and gasp her name over the loud moaning, Willow increased her speed, picturing what her wife must look like at that moment. She saw her completely naked on the hotel bed, rubbing her breasts roughly with her hands, and pumping her own two fingers in and out to a passionate rhythm. When Buffy started to get even more vocal, Willow's rhythm increased threefold, and she was pumping harder and faster within herself, taking attention away from her breasts, and clutching the arm of the couch for some leverage, biting her lip down to stop from screaming or moaning too loud.
"Willow...oh god...baby, almost there...just a little longer...harder, baby...just a little...there, that's it...use your thumb to play with me, make me squirm. You know what I like..." Buffy's screams were getting really loud by that point, and Willow just kept biting her lip to stay quiet. She knew if she said anything at that point, there would be screaming of the ecstatic kind, and she didn't want visitors at that moment. No, she just wanted her wife, and as she heard the bed squeaking in the background, and Buffy's moans and gasps becoming even faster and louder, Willow attacked her own clit with her thumb.
She imagined Buffy in the hotel room again, only this time, she was behind her, and Buffy was holding onto the headboard, while HER fingers were the ones stimulating her wife, making her go weak and screaming in pleasure, it was her that was rubbing and pinching those nipples that she adored, and she was the one causing Buffy to writhe around the bed in such passion that it caused the bed to squeak. When she heard her wife scream her name again, Willow wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. Her fingers were pumping in rhythm to Buffy's breathing, gasps, moans, and shouts, and her other arm was becoming cramped because of the death grip she had on the arm of the couch.
"Oh...mmm....WILLOWWWWWWWWWWW. OHHHHHH...baby, I'm gonna....OHHHHHHHHHH....WILLOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! That's....WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. AHHHHHHHHHHH.....mmmmm.....mmmmm...." The bed squeaked again, as Buffy's body collapsed on the bed, and Willow came by the second screaming of her name. Holding it in when thinking or seeing Buffy was always hard for the redhead. She thought that she could practically come every time the blonde touched her. Now, she rediscovered that she didn't even need that. Just the thought, or sound of Buffy, and she was all wobbly. The panting and breathing on both ends started to quell a little, and Willow was the first to find her voice.
"Well...that was..."
"Yeah...mmm...the things you do to me." They just chuckled throatily, and Willow moved her clothes back into order, grabbing a tissue from the end table to wipe herself from...herself.
"Buffy, I love you. I miss you, too." Willow couldn't remember when the last time she'd said that was but she felt that she couldn't say it enough times. Looking at the clock, she noticed that they'd been at it for quite some time, and that the others in the office were probably already gone, including Xander.
"Well...you give me something to sing about. What can I say?" The two girls chuckled.
"Aww...sappy Buffy from a million miles away. I can't wait to see you in person." Willow sighed, internally smiling because of her plans to fly to New York the next day. It would definitely be a surprise.
"Well...I suppose I should get ready for that gallery party. I promised Kennedy that I'd go to her New York opening. Faith's not going to be there, since she's in Florida right now, and she just thought it'd be nice to see a familiar face. So...where do we go from here?" Buffy was moving again, and Willow heard the familiar sounds of a shower running.
"Well, I have a theory we should work this fast because it clearly could get serious before it's passed." They chuckled again, and said their goodbyes. Willow just sat up, and sighed, already planning the things in her head that she'd have to pack tonight for her trip tomorrow. Once that was finished, she could start calling the people she would need to, and number one on that list was Faith.
A/N: I'm not so good at writing smut, so it is more of a way to cope while away...umm...but I'm going to be able to write more now b/c I'm completely moved!! Yay!!