Loving Willow
by Rin
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Part X:
The park was empty, except for a few stray animals that would appear from time to time. A small abandoned cocker spaniel was hunched by the swings, hoping that nothing would attack it or harm it in any way. Her previous owners had dropped her off at the park, and took off, confusing the tan puppy. Her big brown eyes full of coldness and fear, she started to lightly whimper. Then, there was a rustle in the bushes behind her, and she tried to escape within herself. However, her tan coat wouldn't allow her to camouflage her body in the grass. Then, two figures approached behind the bushes, and her whimpers grew in complete fear. Buffy stopped walking when she heard the cries, causing Willow and Faith to run into her.
"Oomph!" Willow found herself on the ground, and Faith was helping her to stand. "Geez, Buffy."
"Yeah, B. Give a girl a warning next time."
"No, guys...do you hear that?" Buffy was scanning the park, trying to find the source of the cries.
"Yeah...it's probably some stray. No big. It's nothing new here." Faith cautiously watched Buffy's reactions, trying to establish what the blonde was thinking. Just then, Willow ran softly past them, and they had to double take to figure out where she went. When they turned around, they saw the redhead gently rubbing a small, tan cocker spaniel over by the swing set. They moved to follow once the crying was no longer evident. "Red, whatcha got there?"
"Oh, guys, look! She's so cute! And scared. This is probably your mystery crybaby. Aww..." She sat on the ground, and held the puppy in her lap, trying to warm the cold creature into trusting her. "How can you not love a face like this?"
"Well...she is cute." Buffy knelt down to pet behind its ear. The dog tensed in Willow's lap at first but relaxed when she turned her head to view the blond slayer.
"You sure it's a she?" Faith sat down on one of the swings, swinging her body softly to and fro, and watching the two on the ground in front of her. Willow lifted the dog up, and established that indeed, it was a she.
"Yeah. She's so cute."
"We've established that part already, Red." Just then, Willow's eyes brightened up, and the dog burrowed itself further into her body. "What?"
"I'm going to keep her! Fred's going to love her. It'll be like a 'thank you for forgiving me, I love you' type of gift. And I can keep her at my house so that I'll have company!"
"What about when your parents come home? They don't like dogs, remember?" Buffy sat down by her friend, and continued petting the small dog.
"Yeah, well...then, Fred can have visitation rights. Her parents don't mind pets. I mean, look at that beast in the backyard."
"Yeah, I gotta admit the girl's dog is a monster." Faith kicked her feet in the dirt, and continued rocking her body. "Think we can get goin'?" Willow and Buffy looked at Faith, and wondered what was with the impatient tone.
"Yeah..." The two girls stood up, and Willow brought the puppy with her, carrying her as they walked out of the park. "What do you think I should name her?"
"Hmm...not sure. Maybe you should wait for Fred, see what she thinks...you know, since it is supposed to be her gift." Buffy moved her hand over to pet the dog again as they continued down the sidewalk to Willow's house. Suddenly, Buffy remembered something important that she was supposed to do before returning home, and her head snapped backwards in panic. "Oh no! I forgot that mom has a date tonight! I was supposed to pick up something from the store before she comes home, in case she invites him inside."
"Go Mrs. S...on the first date even."
"No, nothing like that...at least I hope not...ungh..." Buffy fidgeted back and forth for a while until Faith finally spoke.
"Go on, B. Red and I can handle getting her home in the dark. We have a flashlight and everything."
"Yeah, go on Buffy. I'll see you tomorrow in school."
"Alright, guys. Promise me no funny business. I might call you later to see how the puppy's holding up, okay?" Both girls nodded, and Buffy hugged Willow before running down the street. Faith and Will just watched her running before they turned to continue their journey to the Rosenberg domain.
"So, Red..."
"Yeah?"
"What's the what?"
"Not much really. You?"
"Ah, you know...slay this, slay that, same old stuff."
"Yeah, know what you mean."
"Yeah...so..." Both girls just nodded, unsure what to say. When they reached Willow's house in silence a few minutes later, Will reached out and touched Faith's arm as the girl turned to leave.
"Faith...wait a minute." Faith turned around, and looked at the girl. She noticed that her auburn locks were shining beautifully under the moonlight, and her green eyes sparkled enough to give her a sex vixen persona. Seeing this, Faith let her eyes follow Will's body, and realized that she never took in all that was the redhead. She strangely found that she liked what she saw, and subconsciously licked her lips. "Come in."
"What?" Faith snapped out of her Willow-induced lust stare, and returned to awareness. Willow sensed that Faith was hesitant and distant, and decided to take the time to finally get to know the younger, darker slayer. She had been living in Sunnydale for almost nine months, and none of the scoobies had attempted to actually get to know the girl. Well, besides Buffy but even she didn't know much about Faith other than her tendency to be mysterious, and her 'want, take, have' attitude. For some reason, she started to feel guilty about this fact, and sensing a perfect opportunity, decided to hook the bait.
"Well. It's just that...see, it's been a long night of slaying...and you must be tired, or thirsty...and want to rest maybe...because resting is good, and can help relieve stress, which would be bad. So...do you want to come in? I can get you something to drink, or you can just take it easy and sit for a few. You know, whatever..." Willow had a pleading, vulnerable pout on her face, and Faith decided she couldn't deny the girl.
"Yeah, sure...whatever." The two girls went into the house, and Willow went into the kitchen with the puppy as Faith plopped down on the couch, suddenly finding herself nervous. What the hell? Come on...this is Red...no big deal. Why am I acting like a teenage boy in heat? Well, other than the obvious reasons. Snap out of it!!! As she was mentally chastising herself, Willow had joined her on the couch holding two glasses of wine. Faith arched an eyebrow at this. "You trying to get me drunk, Red?"
"What?! No...it's just...I know that you like beer but this is all I had, and I was in the mood. Figured that I'd share, you know?" Willow handed her a glass, and sipped hers, carefully watching Faith's reaction. When she saw Faith plop her boots up on the coffee table, lay her arm against the back of the couch, relax, and start drinking her own glass, Willow visibly relaxed herself. "So...Faith...anything exciting happen lately?"
"Not really." She eyed Willow again, and once again found herself trailing her gaze up and down Willow's form, stopping at an exposed piece of flesh on her neck. Faith quickly consumed her wine, and laid the glass down on the table. "Think I should go now." She moved to get up but Willow placed a gentle grip on her thigh, pleading for the girl to stay. She complied, confused as to why, and relaxed again when Willow smiled. "So...how's the dog?"
"Oh! I got her some water, and put out some of my leftovers from tonight. Dogs can't get sick on steak, right?" Faith shrugged, unsure. "Oh, well, yeah. She must've been really hungry because she dug into it as soon as I laid it down on the floor."
"She seems to like you enough."
"I hope so."
"I'm sure she will. You're quite loveable." Willow blushed, averting her gaze from Faith's obviously lusty stare. Faith found herself inching towards Willow on the couch, and Will just hid behind her wine glass that was now empty. "Want some more wine? Looks like we're both on empty." Faith took the two glasses to the kitchen before the redhead could protest, and came back with two full glasses and the rest of the bottle. "Figured it'd save us the trip, ya know? From going back and forth." Willow nodded feverishly, eyes wide as she noticed that Faith was sauntering sexily back to the couch. Her eyes couldn't avert their gaze, following Faith's obvious seduction as though they were glued to her curves, the swell of her chest jutting out from beneath her black tank top, and her full, luscious lips. Faith poured them another glass as they finished their seconds swiftly, and then another, and then another until the bottle was completely finished. Faith then grabbed Willow's glass, and laid it on the table beside her own. She moved her body closer to the redhead, pressing their thighs together as both girls' faces were inches apart.
"Faith, I can't do this again..." Willow whispered but her body protested as she found her hands playing at Faith's side, while Faith's hands were unbuttoning Willow's red dress shirt. "Fred...I can't hurt her again..." Their breaths were tickling their lips, and Faith pushed Willow's shirt down past her shoulders as her hands found their way back up to Willow's face. She cupped the back of her head with one hand, and moved her other hand to pull the other girl's body into her own right as she crushed their mouths together predatorily, claiming the Will's mouth with her own, sucking on her tongue feverishly while her hands moved to push the redhead back into the couch. Faith moved her kisses down Willow's jawbone, sucking fiercely at her pulse point, causing the spot to redden deeply in an attempt to mark the girl as her own. She cupped her right breast as her other hand worked quickly to unzip her jeans. Taking into full frustration at her lack of success, Faith moved off Willow's body enough, and ripped her pants down to her thigh, causing a loud creak to echo through the room, bringing the puppy to the couch, as she just sat there, wagged her nub, and watched the harsh attempt at sex. Faith started sucking, licking, and biting down Willow's entire body, causing the girl to arch her body more into the brunette, and grab her head in a plea for more contact. Her cries were of both pain and pleasure, and inside she stopped thinking completely, forgetting everything but the girl working over her body.
When Faith finally managed to pull her own tank top over her head, and throw Willow's tattered jeans and her own to the floor, she went back to the redhead's body, making sure to mark every single spot on the body below hers. Welts, scratches, and bruises were forming up and down Will's body, and Faith still wouldn't stop her torture until every piece of the flesh was claimed, in an act of sudden territorialism. Unsure of why her body was taking over, and her mind wasn't in control, she finally understood what Buffy had been feeling the past four months or so. She continued ravishing the body until all clothes were gone, and then she moved down Will's body, sucking, licking, biting, and kissing harshly the redhead's most private places. When she heard Willow scream in ecstasy, calling out her name loudly, twitching below her body, she still didn't stop her torture on the girl, only moving up her body, once again kissing her harshly on the mouth, biting her lower lip until she could taste the familiar copper remnants of blood. Her fingers continued pounding into the throbbing body below hers, and she wouldn't give up her ministrations, even after the redhead's body had gone completely limp below hers. She looked into Willow's eyes, and noticed that her eyes seemed permanently rolled into the back of her head, as her gasps and cries of pleasure and pain continued under Faith's control, or rather lack of control in this case. Faith tried to stop numerous times but her body just kept on going, not listening to what functions she was trying to do, and she began to internally panic until she felt the redhead's body come back to focus, and her arms wrap around Faith's back, scratching her nails in a downward motion, causing more fire to appear in Faith's body.
As she still continued her fierce movements on the redhead's body, Faith had long past the point of cramping, and she started to sob. Noticing this, Willow leant her head up under her rapid breathing and constant orgasms, and she began to kiss away Faith's tears, soothing the girl's fast movements by now gently stroking her back instead of drawing red lines with her nails. Faith's sobbing continued as she finally released her attack on Willow's body, and she completely broke down on top of Willow. Willow still unaware of anything but the body on top of her, continued to stroke the sobbing slayer, and sooth her with soft kisses against her neck and shoulder.
"It's okay, Faith. It's okay. We're okay. We'll be okay. You'll see...everything will be as it should now. You found me, baby. We're together now, nothing can harm us now. You'll see. I promise. I love you." Faith finally lifted her tear-stained face to stare lovingly into the eyes of her true love. She couldn't help but smile at the pure adoration and love that she found in those green orbs. She knew that there was nothing but good things to come; she could feel it. Then, both girls held on tight to each other while Faith was still hovered over Willow's body, as they felt an unfamiliar tickle at their feet. Moving their heads to figure out what was causing the tickles, both girls giggled when they noticed the puppy curled up at the other end of the couch.
"Hey, baby. You comfortable with your new mommies?" Willow used her foot to pet the relaxed dog, and Faith smiled at her lover's love for animals. Faith turned her head back around, and glared lovingly back into Willow's eyes, and couldn't stop herself from kissing those smiling lips again and again.
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Buffy just finished combing through her wet locks when she heard a sudden knock at her door. Looking to see that it was 3 in the morning, she wondered what Faith was knocking for since she usually just busted in without a care. As she opened the door, she found her mom looked very distressed, and gave her a puzzled, questioning look.
"Buffy, honey...are you sure Faith was only dropping Willow off, and coming home? Do you think she may have stopped to get something first? Maybe she got lost? Or, what if something happened, and she was ambushed?" Joyce walked into her daughter's room, and started pacing, arms flapping in the air. Buffy watched her mom in confusion.
"Yeah, she was just going to make sure Willow got home before heading back. She's not home yet?" Her mom's panicked mode was starting to rub off on the younger blonde, and she watched her pace rapidly around the bedroom.
"No, she isn't home yet. I woke up to get a drink of water, and noticed that she wasn't in her room. So, I checked all over the house and nowhere. I thought that maybe she was in here with you but obviously not. Oh, no. Buffy, where could she be?"
"Mom, calm down. I told you that Faith was very independent. Maybe she went to the Bronze after she dropped Will off, and she met some guy there. She just didn't want to anger you into not letting her stay here anymore, and she went back to his place or something. She's done it before, I'm sure she's fine. If something bad happened, I would have felt it. It's like slayer sense, or something." Buffy calmed her mom down enough to sit on the bed beside her, and hugged her. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll call Will and see what time she left her house. Okay?"
"Buffy, it's 3 in the morning. You'll wake poor Willow."
"She won't mind. She's probably either still talking to Fred, or color coding her notes again."
"Okay, as long as you don't wake her."
"It'll be fine. I'll come get you when I'm finished talking to her, alright?"
"Okay, honey. Thank you. I'm just worried."
"I know, mom. Good night. I'm sure she's fine." Joyce nodded, hugged her daughter again tightly, and left the room. Buffy picked up her phone, and dialed the familiar number. After four rings, she almost hung up but then she heard the receiver pick up, a crash, and a fit of giggles. "Will? Is that you?"
"Yes..." She kept giggling. "It's me, Buffy. Something wrong?" Buffy could hear two different voices giggling on the other end as Will's voice drifted a little, obviously holding the receiver with her hand to muffle her sounds. "Stop it. I'm talking to Buffy. Oh...oh...ohhhh...." Buffy just listened to the moans of her friend for a minute before Willow came back on the phone. "Buff? You still there?"
"Yeah, Will. Um, I thought Fred was gone on that trip to LA for two days. She's back already?" She could still hear giggles, and more moans coming from both voices.
"Hmmm?? Oh, um...did you need something?"
"No, not really. I just wanted to call because you see, Faith hasn't come home yet, and my mom was starting to worry. I just wanted to call, see how the puppy was like I said, and find out what time she left your house." Buffy could hear something naughty being whispered close to the receiver, and Will moan deep in her throat. Buffy's breathing was becoming labored herself, and was finding herself turned on by her friend's obvious excitement. "Am I interrupting? Should I just talk to you tomorrow at school?"
"What? Hmm? Buffy? Oh, god....mmmm....stop, please. For just a minute...I promise. Okay, sorry Buff. What did you need?"
"Oh, um...just wanted to know how the dog was...and uh, when Faith left your house because she hasn't come home yet. Mom was worried." She closed her legs tightly together, urging the fire below her waist to cease as she talked to the girl that she wanted more than anything.
"Faith? Oh, she's here. You want to talk to her?" Buffy forgot her fire burning, and suddenly became very confused. She could hear the phone being issued to another, and suddenly the familiar raspy, deep throaty voice came loud and clear.
"B? Yeah?"
"Umm...Faith. Mom was worried, and I was just calling to see when you left Will's but apparently you never did..." Finally, Buffy put two and two together, and the fire left her core, and entered the rest of her in a suppressed bout of anger that she thought she'd never relinquish. "Faith!! How could you??!!!"
"What? How could I what?"
"With Will!!! You know that I love her, and you know that she's dating Fred!! You can't do this!!! Not with her!!!" Buffy was pacing rapidly, screaming into the phone. She was so consumed in her jealous rage that she didn't see her mom standing in the door. "This isn't right!!! You have to stop this!!!"
"Stop what, B? It's Willow."
"You never call her Willow!! What's going on, Faith?? What have you done to her?!!!!"
"Nothing, B. What's your problem?"
"What's my problem??!!! What's my problem??!!"
"Yeah. Will and I are happy, never been happier. We finally found each other. What's with the big blow up all of a sudden?"
"Oh my God!!! There is no way this is happening. You don't even talk!!!!! How could you, Faith??!!! How could you???!!! With my Willow!!! She's my Willow!!!!!!!"
"B, I don't know what you're talking about. Look, I'm gonna get off...tell your mom I'm fine. Better than fine, actually. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye." With that, Buffy heard the other line click, and the dial tone ring in her ear. She stood there staring at the cordless phone before she suddenly lunged the phone at the wall, causing it to break the wall. She moved over, and sobbed uncontrollably into her pillows. Her mother watched the entire scene, and she didn't understand what Willow could have said to possibly upset her daughter so much, and why Faith was bearing the slayer's anger. She moved to sit next to her daughter's tense body, face hidden between her pillows, the overly dramatic sobbing that carried through the room. Joyce started to comfortingly rub her hand on Buffy's back, soothing her daughter's obvious distress. Buffy tensed, then relaxed, and her sobbing grew more quiet but still apparent. Suddenly, Buffy flung her body around with ultra slayer speed, and enveloped her mother into a tight embrace.
"Buffy...I need to breathe, honey." Buffy released her grip but continued her embrace, positioning her body into a fetal position against her mother's body. "Buffy, honey, what's wrong? Did you find Faith?"
"Faith..." Buffy's voice hissed with disgust, anger, and resentment, and Joyce cringed at the tone.
"Is she alright? Did something happen?"
"Oh, she's alright. She said she's better than...but not if I have anything to do with it. She'll pay for this. She can't get away with it."
"Away with what, Buffy? Where is she?"
"She's at ...Willow's." Buffy's body started to rack with sobs, and stay tense with anger at the same time, and her mother wasn't sure how this was possible but she was suddenly afraid of her daughter, and she had been aware of her feelings for Willow, and even the 'incident' as they liked to call it, but something else was seriously wrong. This wasn't her daughter. Whatever was controlling her daughter was beginning to slowly kill who her daughter was, and she knew that something needed to be done. She knew just where to go, and made a mental note to call first thing in the morning to get some answers, or at least some reassurance that she wasn't losing her Buffy.