Loving Willow
by Rin
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Part IX:
As the sun began to peek through the windows, two young girls bustled sleepily together on a couch. Their bodies curled into each other, neither girl noticed the day beginning. Instead, they were content in their warm confines, and slightly uncomfortable comfort. The sun was stubborn, though, and wouldn't relinquish its purpose to wake them. Finally, Willow started to mumble sleepily against Fred's neck, rubbing her eyes with her right hand, since other was tucked underneath her girlfriend's body. She slowly came back from dreamland, and noticed that Fred's back was still firmly placed against her front, and she moved her arm back to wrap around the slim brunette. Placing soft, sleepy kisses against the back of Fred's neck, she sighed, and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch to cover their bodies. Realizing that today was Saturday, she decided to enjoy this lazy morning, and wrapped herself more firmly around Fred, attempting to drift back to dreamland.
"Why'd you stop?" Fred asked rather incoherently from the front but Willow could make out the words, being used to their many morning cuddle sessions.
"Stop what?"
"Kissing me. It felt good." Fred wiggled her body closer to Will's body, wrapping her own arm around the one vacating her midsection. "You shouldn't've stopped."
"Sorry. I'll know for next time."
"Good. Can't have that happen again."
"Right." Willow trailed lazy kisses slowly down Fred's neckline, or at least the parts she could reach without having to move from her currently snug position.
"Mmmm...I like waking up this way."
"Me, too."
"I've missed this." When Fred spoke, Willow leaned her head up to see the side of Fred's face, and kissed her jaw just below her ear.
"Me, too." She moved her lips tortuously slow across Fred's jawline, and moved up to her ear, where she lazily nibbled right behind it, finding Fred's sensitive spot, which caused the girl to gasp, moan lowly, and tighten her grip around Willow's arm.
"What time is it?" Fred rubbed Willow's arm gently, smiling when she saw Willow's light hairs stick up from their spot. Willow continued to suck on Fred's sensitive spot behind her ear, and Fred's eyes were rolling back in her head sleepily and excitedly. "Will..."
"Mmm??" She continued kissing her neck.
"My parents will be downstairs any minute now. They didn't...ohhh..."
"They didn't oh?" Willow smiled against her neck, and when she began to giggle, Fred's body shuddered with excitement. She became completely aware of her girlfriend's body pressed against hers, and her mind came fully awake.
"No, they don't know you're here." Her breathing was becoming faster, and her body tingled in frustration from finally having what she wanted and needed so close. "I don't want to startle them by a sudden view of us on the couch...if you keep doing that, I don't know what I'll do." Willow licked a trail down Fred's neck to her shoulder. Then, she blew cool air painfully slow against the wet skin, eliciting shifting in Fred's form, and a quiet moan. She could tell Fred was biting down her lower lip, and Willow smirked proudly at the effect she was having on her.
"Thought you didn't want me to stop..."
"Well, that was before I knew you were going to seduce me on my living room couch...you have no idea what you do to me sometimes."
"I have a little bit of an idea, I think." She started to nibble on her sensitive spot again, and this time, Fred's moan was louder as she pressed even further against her body, grabbing Willow's head from behind her.
"Oh, Willow...baby..." She was breathless, and wanted nothing more than to take Willow on the couch right there but she could hear rumbling from upstairs, and her eyes suddenly jolted open, causing her to sit up on the couch in a hurry. Willow startled by the movement painfully joined her girlfriend upright. She started to rub her left arm in discomfort.
"Man, you slept on my arm all night. I don't even remember falling asleep."
"Yeah, well...these things happen sometimes when you're comfortable."
"I remember that we were snuggling after some major smoochage, and we were talking. Next thing I know, I have sun in my eyes, and you pressed back into me. Not that I mind, though." They hadn't been paying attention, and missed Fred's parents coming downstairs.
"Good morning, honey. You're up early. It's good to see you Willow. I was beginning to think we'd never see you again. Winifred never mentioned anything about a breakup, and we were starting to worry."
"Morning, Mrs. Burkle."
"Morning, mom." Both girls stood from the couch, and smoothed out their rustled clothing. Willow folded the blanket, and placed it on the back of the couch. "I haven't been up long. Willow just came to visit."
"Oh, yeah? Well, Willow needs to learn to brush her hair, and not run over here. She's red as a beet, and her face still has pillow creases."
"Okay, so you caught us. We fell asleep talking on the couch last night. Sorry."
"No need to be sorry. It's good to see you two talking again. A mother worries when her daughter mopes around the house at night, barely saying two words at the dinner table for almost a month, and staying in her room most of the time." Both girls stared at the ground. "I have no problem with Willow staying over any time. Just, next time, maybe your bed would be a little more comfortable. Okay?" Fred nodded, and her mother went into the kitchen, her father trailing behind groggily.
"Is your dad mad at me?" Willow started to panic at Mr. Burkle's lack of communication that particular morning.
"No. I think he just thought something bad happened. He probably still does, and doesn't want to get his hopes up just yet that you'll be back around again."
"Something bad did happen, though. You didn't tell them?" Fred shook her head, averting her eyes. "Why not? I'm sure they would've understood. It's not like we stopped talking to each other completely."
"Well, no. I mean, we never really broke up, either. I didn't know what to tell them. I just...I guess I wanted to deal on my own."
"Yeah but Fred, you should have at least told them something. Maybe that we were cooling off, or having a fight, or..."
"We weren't fighting."
"Well, technically...yes, we were but that's beside the point."
"I know. I just didn't know what to do. I was scared that I'd lose you, and I hated myself for not being mad at you. Yet, I couldn't stand what happened, and it was all so confusing, and I needed to deal on my own. We're growing up, Will. We can't always rely on our parents to have the answers."
"Well, I wouldn't know since my parents are never there to give me answers." Willow's cold tone stopped Fred from her musings, and moved to envelop Will in a loving embrace.
"I'm sorry, Will."
"It's okay. I shouldn't have been all snippy gal."
"You were right, though. I should have talked to at least mom about it." They tightened the hug, and Willow nuzzled Fred's neck, kissing that sensitive spot again. "Don't start that again. They're just in the other room now. It was embarrassing enough when they caught us kissing on the front porch last Halloween. They still tease me about that."
"Aww..." She kissed her again. Fred didn't let go, though, despite her verbal discouragement. "Well, I'm kinda sleepy gal now, and it is still early. Maybe we could go back to bed."
"Or go to bed to begin with...remember the couch?"
"Oh, yeah." Both girls giggled, and Fred went to tell her mother that they were going to bed for a couple of hours. When they changed into oversized t-shirts, they snuggled in together under the covers. "Still don't know why we had to put clothes back on after we took them off. I was just getting excited."
"Which is why we had to put clothes on...there will be none of that, Ms. Rosenberg. You're 'sleepy gal', remember?"
"I just said that to seduce you into coming upstairs."
"Are you saying that you tricked me into sleeping with you?"
"If it gets the job done."
"Willow!"
"Yessss?" She slurred, moving her body on top of Fred's, devouring her collarbone in longing kisses.
"Stop...please. My parents are underneath us."
"Okay, that's a mood crusher." Willow crawled off of Fred, and settled into snuggling instead. "This is okay, I guess but I better get chocolates later to make up for it." Fred leaned over, and kissed Willow's mock pout.
"You're so kissable when you pout." Willow blushed, and relished in the feeling of Fred running her fingers through her tousled auburn locks. "Do you wanna do something when we get up?"
"Who said anything about getting up?"
"Will...we can't stay in bed all day. My idea of a romantic evening does not involve lying around in our urine, and listening to our bellies battle to see who can be the loudest." Willow's nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Good point. Okay, then, we'll get up to eat and pee, and that's it."
"What about showers?"
"Well..." Willow traced her finger teasingly along Fred's side. "I think a bath would be nice."
"Yeah, definitely. I don't think you'd want a stinky girlfriend."
"I didn't say anything about bathing." Fred arched her eyebrows, and tried to hide her amusement and arousal at the proposition. "Just think...bubbles, candles...soapy bodies...hot wet chicks..."
"Willow!! My, you really are insatiable."
"Well, it's been a month. I missed my naked Fred time."
"Me, too. Missed my naked Willow time, that is. Not naked Fred time because I have been naked. I had to take showers, and change, and...Will...Will? You still with me?" Fred looked at Willow's glossed over eyes, and faraway expression and smug gring. "Willow?"
"Yeah..."
"You know...I've been meaning to tell you that I slept with Faith while we weren't speaking. Also, I slept with the football team, four cheerleaders, and the entire drama club."
"Yeah...wait! What?!"
"Nothing. You just had this look of awe on your face. You went to Willow land, didn't want to interrupt."
"Actually, I was in Fred land...naked Fred land to be more specific." At Fred's eyebrows raising, Willow sighed. "It's been a month. Remember?"
"Oh, I definitely remember." They cuddled back together. "You never answered my question earlier...about what you wanted to do today."
"I thought we established that we were going to get naked and wet."
"That can't be all we do today. We'll start to look like prunes."
"Well, then. We'll towel off, and then have dry naked Fred time."
"Are you not going to be naked during that time? I don't see how that's fair."
"Oh, I plan on wearing nothing but a loose sheet and a huge grin."
"You really are insatiable."
"Yeah but you still love me."
"Yeah, I really do." Fred leaned up to kiss Willow sensuously before the two girls attempted to find a few more hours of rest before their big plans for the rest of the day.
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Joyce was sticking a casserole in the oven just as Faith and Buffy walked back in the door from their early Saturday patrol. After removing their jackets, the two slayer joined her in the kitchen, and took a seat around the island. Joyce was pouring juice into three glasses, and handed the girls the drinks, keeping one for herself.
"Good news, girls. I managed to take a break from the gallery today, and walked down to that furniture store a couple doors down. I managed to find a nice double bed, and matching dresser. Is there any other furniture you think you'll need, Faith?"
"No, Mrs. S. That's more than enough. Thanks."
"You're welcome. There's still a mirror in the closet in there from the last occupants. I never got around to taking it down when we moved in. I'll get you a shelf or two on the wall, and I saw a nice chair in the mall that would go nice in there."
"Hey. Whatever works. As long as there's a bed, I'm cool."
"Well, the movers said that they'd bring the furniture over Monday. That was the only time that I could take off from the gallery. Today was hectic. Friday's usually are. You don't mind sharing with Buffy still, do you?"
"No prob. Just as long as she doesn't steal all the covers again. I was freezing my butt off last night."
"I was not being a cover hog!" Buffy glared at Faith in admonishment but quickly retreated once seeing her mother's amused smirk. "Okay, so I'm a cover hog. Sue me. I like to cuddle up."
"Well, you coulda cuddled up to me, ya know. At least that way, I coulda had some of the blanket."
"Hey!"
"Okay, girls. I put a casserole in the oven for dinner. Are you going back out to patrol after dinner?" Faith took a swig from her glass.
"Nah. We're done for the night. It was slow, nothing big going down. Thought we'd take it easy for the night. Angel's checking out a lead, and said he'd call us if anything big came up." Faith took another drink from her juice, laying the now empty glass down on the counter.
"Thirsty much?"
"What?"
"You just downed that whole glass in two drinks! I can't even do that." Buffy looked at Faith bewildered at how the girl could perform such a swift task.
"Oh, yeah. Guess I am a little dry. Didn't even notice. It's all in how you open your throat, though. Instead of taking it in little gulps, you take it down nice and easy. You can get more in your mouth that way." Buffy leaned over to Faith conspiratorially when her mom went to set the table.
"We still talking about drinking here, Faithy?" Faith just gave an evil smirk, and her eyes told Buffy everything she needed to know. "Oh my." Her body suddenly became flushed, realizing that there was an actual innuendo in there.
"Wha'sa matter, B? You need to lighten up a little. Relax." Faith just leaned into the counter, and smiled over at Buffy mischievously. "I can show you how later. Comes in handy when in certain...situations." Faith just winked at Buffy, and moved to get more juice, making sure to wiggle her hips a little.
"Faith. I thought I asked you to stop. You know I can't control my actions all the time now. I can't react to you."
"Why not, blondie?" After she finished pouring her drink, Faith put the carton back in the fridge, laid her cup on the counter, and sauntered over to Buffy, leaning seductively into her personal space. "Didn't mind it before. It'd do you some good. Get some of that frustration out...loosen the tension...might help a little, and your body might not react so irrationally. Don't wanna get all hot and heavy around Red again. She and Freddy are just starting to rekindle their old flame. Don't wanna mess that up again, do ya? This could be a good idea."
"What do you get out of it?" Buffy's body was beginning to react to Faith's seduction, and her breathing was labored, sweat beads forming on her forehead...feeling Faith's breath tickle her own lips was like slow torture. She was using all of her strength to control herself but she knew that she couldn't hold on much longer, and she didn't want her mom to catch her practically humping Faith on the kitchen counter. So, she did the only thing she knew she could do without much embarrassment. "Mom!! We're going up to my room for a while. We'll be down for dinner in about thirty minutes."
"Okay, sweetie. Don't forget to wash your hands before dinner. You want me to call you down when it's ready?" Joyce watched as Buffy pulled Faith along to the stairwell.
"No, Mrs. S. We'll be okay. We're just gonna take care of some slayer stuff. Shouldn't take too long."
"Alright, Faith. Have fun."
"We will. Not a problem." Faith hadn't even managed to shut her door all the way when Buffy slammed her hard against it, crushing their mouths together fiercely, drawing blood from their lips. Faith murmured into her mouth, and Buffy quickly dominated her mouth with her own tongue, swirling and wrapping around, refusing to give up its presence. Buffy practically ripped Faith's shirt off of her body, and the only thing that stopped her was Faith grabbing her wrists. "Buffy. Slow down. I like it fast and hard but man...this is my favorite shirt." She wasn't even finished pulling the shirt off when she felt Buffy's mouth latch onto her bare skin. She threw her shirt over to the corner, and managed to get Buffy away from her body long enough to pull her shirt off, and unbutton her pants. Faith pushed Buffy onto the bed, and pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles, trapping her legs. "This is more for you than me, remember?" She crawled up Buffy's body seductively, and crushed their lips together as she twisted Buffy's peaks harshly.
Buffy was moaning and gasping for air, grabbing at Faith's back, digging her claws in enough to draw blood, and form bruises on the tan skin. When she screamed out in ecstasy, she couldn't help but hold Faith in place, disallowing the other girl's hand to move from her center.
"No, Faith. Don't stop. Keep going."
"You just came, though."
"I know...just do it. Don't stop until I tell you...no matter what." Buffy was panting, gasping, clawing, screaming, and writhing uncontrollably for another twenty minutes until she finally told Faith to stop. After calling out Faith's name, and several other obscenities, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear, she was sure her mother knew what exactly the 'slayer' thing was, there was no doubt. She almost feared going to dinner because of the awkwardness. However, she had to admit that after four orgasms, brought about by Faith's fast working hands, Buffy was extremely relaxed, and completely in control of her body for the first time in over a month, and she was overjoyed that Faith helped her out with her problem. It would be sex that would give me back myself. At least nobody turned evil this time...I don't think.
"Geez, Buffy." Faith's unusually low and hoarse voice lilted into Buffy's ear, and she could feel the other girl's body trembling more than hers. "That was the most intense thing I've ever seen happen in bed." Buffy released her death grip on Faith's shoulders, and finally noticed the blood that was clotted under her nails, and the thick red liquid seeping from Faith's body in rivers.
"Faith, you're bleeding. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"Yeah but it's all good. Never knew you to be into s/m. That was rough. Guess you're not all vanilla after all." Buffy grabbed Faith, and held her close to her body, cradling her head in her shoulder, while kissing the side of her sweat drenched hair.
"You should've stopped me. I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry. Like I said, it's all good." Then, Buffy realized that Faith was trembling in frustration, and released her embrace to look into Faith's eyes. Her normally deep brown orbs were glowing with powerful need and lust. So, Buffy moved one hand down to cup Faith's leather pants. She squeezed her center tightly, and when she heard Faith groan in definite need, Buffy unzipped her pants, and slid her hand underneath, finding a rhythm that would bring Faith over the edge as well. When she finally released, both girls relaxed against each other. Faith couldn't lie on her back because the bruises and cuts were so harsh that the blood still seeped through. Finally, both girls stood up, and put their pants back on. When Buffy had her shirt on, she ushered Faith to the bathroom, and cleaned her numerous cuts. Buffy ran her hand gently down Faith's back, guilty as the other girl winced when she would come to a deep series of half moon shaped cuts, and hard purple and black bruises. It looked as though some vampire or demon had done a serious number on the other girl, and Buffy vowed that she was going to find this crystal, and put a stop to the madness that had been her life for the past few months.
"I'm sorry, Faith."
"Again, no need to be." After a few silent moments of Faith hissing when rubbing alcohol came in contact with her deep cuts, she finally asked the million dollar question. "Did it help?"
"Huh?"
"Did it help? You released enough times that it should have. Man, Buffy. You just kept going. I thought you were the friggin' Energizer bunny or something. Thought you were never gonna stop." Buffy ducked her head, and blushed, as she continued nursing Faith's back.
"Oh, that. Yeah. It helped. Thank you, Faith."
"Yeah, gotta put my talent in there somewhere to help the gang, ya know."
"Faith, you help. We've gone over this how many times before? You don't have to sleep with me to be useful."
"Yeah, well...that's not what you were screaming, literally...about fifteen minutes ago." Buffy's head shot up as she realized they were supposed to be eating, and her mom hadn't said anything after an hour.
"OhmyGod! Mom! I was loud...I could tell. I couldn't control it...I screamed! Faith, ohmyGod..."
"Buffy, it's cool. Your mom is cool. I mean, she got over the Angelus thing...she can deal with you screaming out my name in pleasure...over and over and over and..."
"I get the point." She finished cleaning the last cut, and put the first aid kit back in the cabinet. "It's just, she never came to tell us dinner was ready."
"You told her not to, remember?"
"Yeah but this is mom we're talking about here. If we went five minutes over the time we said we'd be down, she wouldn't hesitate to come get us."
"Look, don't worry, B. She's probably just overwhelmed. I mean, you were screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors. Plus, the things that were coming out weren't exactly soothing to the ear. Just chill, alright?" Faith put on a clean wife beater, and the two girl made their way down to the dining room, finding a comatose Joyce sitting in a chair.
"Mom?" No response.
"Mrs. S?" Still no response. Finally, Buffy moved over to place a tentative hand on her mother's shoulder, which caused the woman to practically jump out of her skin in panic.
"Buffy! Oh! What are you doing here?"
"Well, something about the promise of a good meal and a hello?"
"Yes, oh, well...I...the casserole is probably cold by now...I should go heat it up." Joyce grabbed the untouched dish, and moved to put it back in the oven, fanning herself off with the oven holder. Buffy and Faith moved to follow her, in hopes to explain a little about the noises.
"Look, mom..."
"No, Buffy. It's perfectly fine. You're practically an adult now, and Faith is a lovely young woman. I trust that you're careful."
"Mom, it's not like that. It's not what you think."
"Oh, no. What now?"
"No, it's okay. Look, remember how I told you about me losing my body's control. Well, it only reacts in certain situations like slaying, or anytime I'm around Willow. Well, Faith thought that we should experiment to see if a little, um...tension release? Would give me back some control." Joyce was fanning more rapidly, breathing deep and slow.
"Yes, well. Experimenting is natural."
"No, mom. It's not an experimental thing. Well, I mean, it was in the sense of trying out a hypothesis but not like how one would usually experiment in that manner. It's like a slayer thing. We're trying to get my control back permanently, and we just discovered how to gain it completely back temporarily, not yet having discovered how temporary as I still have control."
"Oh, yes. Well, that's good." Joyce relaxed a little but still nervous about having this conversation with her daughter, and the other occupant of the house. Buffy let out an obvious sigh of relief, and smiled when her mom smiled at her. "Um, Buffy, can I ask you..."
"Yes? Anything. I'll tell you anything. If it'll make it easier for you, I'll answer anything."
"Um...do you have to be so loud when you 'experiment'?" Buffy ducked her head and blushed, forming her mouth into an 'oh.'
"Loss of control goes vocally, too."
"Yes, well, next time, could you try to control yourself long enough for me to leave the house. You were so loud that the neighbor called, and asked if everything was okay."
"Oh, yeah...can do. Although, not sure if it will happen again. I'm hoping to find this crystal thingy sooner than later. Don't get me wrong, Faith. It was nice...really, really nice but...I think I'd rather have my control all the time instead of having to resort to sex all the time to get it."
"Hey, do what ya gotta. I'm just here if you need help." Faith winked at Buffy as Joyce pulled the casserole from the oven for the second time that night. "Smells good, Mrs. S."
"Thank you, Faith. Now, let's go eat this before it gets cold again." Both girls nodded, and followed Joyce into the dining room, where the three women sat down to a good dinner, acting as though nothing had happened.