Hey, Baby
by Rin
How to Make a Baby
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A/N: I'm not a doctor but I play one in fanfiction. Okay, so not really.
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The couple arrived at Fred's apartment in uncomfortable silence. Buffy wasn't sure what to say, and Willow wasn't sure where to start. Jesse finally woke up on the way there but she was restless, and cranky. Willow put her effort into calming the baby down, which was a daunting task. At least it gave her more time to calm herself down before talking to her wife about what exactly happened in Angel's office. Buffy had come out of there too calm, and they had been in there for quite some time without yelling or shouting. With the things that the blonde described the man doing to her, the redhead expected there to be lots of shouting. She just hoped there wouldn't be another knife incident. It was hard to see Buffy as a violent person, and it unnerved her that she had actually stabbed the only other person that she had loved in her lifetime. Sure, her wife was calm but after seeing Angel again after so long, Willow was afraid for the first time about being with the stronger girl. It wouldn't take much to overpower her, and if she could beat Angel, then Buffy would have no problems with her. She didn't want to be scared but the blonde was being eerily quiet, too.
"Shh...come on, Jesse. Everything's fine, baby girl." Willow looked around the apartment for Fred's stuffed animals, and saw a few. Making her way over, she picked up a small bunny. "Look? It's a bunny." The little girl in her arms only screamed in horror at the fluffy white creature. "Something else she has in common with her mother." Willow huffed, and just continued rubbing her back slowly, cooing in her ear, while pacing back and forth with Jesse in her arms.
"Let me try, Wills." Buffy walked over to her wife, who had stayed on the couch during the whole fit. The redhead weighed options in her head, and nodded, deciding it would give her time to warm Anya's milk in the microwave slightly. Handing the wailing girl to Buffy, Willow made her way into the kitchen with the overnight bag full of stuff. They may have overcompensated a bit, too. After warming the milk, she checked the temperature, and handed the bottle to the eager Jesse. "We should check her diaper, too. When was the last time..."
"In the office." Willow just cut her off, getting things from the bag to give the small girl a bath.
"There's no need to get snippy." Buffy just cradled the feeding baby in her arms, as she watched Willow pull out pajamas, soaps, lotions, and a rubber ducky. She couldn't help but chuckle at that under her breath.
"Nobody's being snippy. I was just saying that's the last time I changed her diaper." Taking the things to the bathroom, Willow took a deep breath. She hadn't meant to be snippy; it just happened that way. She started the bath water, and knelt by the tub to sift her fingers through the pouring water, in order to check the temperature. Their day had been shot to hell, and it was already 6. Fred would be home around 9, which meant that Charles would arrive shortly after, and Cordelia would be out partying until late more than likely.
"She's calmed down now." Buffy had walked into the bathroom, and found her wife lost in thought, still kneeling by the bathtub. While Jesse ate, she kept making this sucking noise that reminded Buffy of a few days ago, when she had made that same noise on Willow. It still sent shivers down her spine. She wouldn't lose that feeling for anything, and needed to help get Jesse ready for bed, so they could talk.
"I wasn't watching the water, so it's a little higher than normal but it'll be fine." Willow moved over slightly, and allowed her wife to undress the baby, and position Jesse in the tub carefully. "Do you want to hold or wash?"
"I'll hold, since I already have her." Buffy knew that Willow liked to play a little, and that would help ease tension between them a bit. The redhead said nothing else, and just by with the routine of washing the little girl. Of course, she had to sing the rubber ducky song, getting the appropriate giggles at the laughing tyke. "I can't believe how big she's gotten."
"Well, she is almost 2 now. That warrants for a little growth." Willow was too happy with playing to be angry at the moment. She would picture doing this very thing with her own unborn child, and decided not to let things fester, either. After Jesse was in bed, they would talk.
"Remember when you came to the hospital with gifts for girls and boys? I still laugh when I think about you coming off the elevator, barely holding all of those bags and balloons." Buffy added a little chuckle to the comment. They were still just dating at that point; it was hard to imagine a time when Willow wasn't a part of her life.
"Yeah. I just didn't want to be wrong." Willow chuckled along with her, as she grabbed the towel, and pushed the tub drain open.
"Only you." Buffy smiled lovingly, holding a still giggling Jesse, while Willow wrapped her in a towel after drying her little baby body.
"That was the night we decided to move in together." The redhead smiled again, reminiscing. It'd been a while since they'd done this.
"Yeah, and you asked me to go to New York with you, and we came back engaged. I still have that silver ring you gave me somewhere at home." Buffy held the towel-clad baby on her lap, as she sat on the closed toilet seat.
"Oh, yeah? Well, you got a better one anyways." Willow started lotioning Jesse, and smirked playfully at her wife.
"I never told you that I actually had a ring like that before." Buffy was getting into Angel territory again, and needed to diffuse quickly. At least this was a start to the conversation, and it was more pleasant than imagined.
"No, you didn't. It was just a Claddagh ring. I wanted to give it to you anyways." Willow just eyed her curiously, knowing in the back of her mind where this was going.
"Yeah, I know. Angel...um...Angel actually gave me one when we were dating, the night before my life turned to hell because of him." Buffy just held the baby, and watched her lover's lotioning motions slow.
"Oh." Willow was struck. Why did Buffy not tell her?
"I would have told you but that was a moment... I... it was one of the most amazing moments in my life when you gave me the ring. I didn't even register the bad feelings that it brought back; that's what made me realize we'd work for sure, even if there wasn't a doubt in my mind." Since her wife was quiet, Buffy continued. "After that, I just never thought about it but looking back now... you're the person that was meant to give me that ring. The ONLY person. You are my heart, hands, and crown."
"Buffy, I... all of those stories you told me about Angel. I just... you loved him, part of you probably still does, just like part of me will always love Fred but do you... I mean, he was the..." Willow wasn't sure how to put it but it was on the tip of her tongue. Luckily, Buffy understood.
"No. I will never go back to Angel. I have you, and you are the one that I want, that I will always want. If my love for Angel was placed on a scale with my love for you, Angel would fly from the tier with a speed that would break the sound barrier because there is no doubt that the tier holding you would win every time. You're my life, my everything, and sure, Angel was the same thing at one point in my life but he isn't anymore, and never will be again. Willow...my love for Angel is nothing compared to the all-consuming love I have for you. If I'd known you then, he wouldn't have even existed to me." Buffy was just gazing into Willow's green eyes, and held the happy baby on her lap.
"I know." That was all she said, and helped her wife take the baby to get dressed. While putting on her diaper, Willow finally spoke again. "I've never been scared of you before, and today, seeing him...how big he is, and the fact that you overpowered and stabbed him, I just...I was scared. I didn't like that feeling at all. I didn't want to be, scared of you that is...but it just happened. I kept thinking that...you loved this guy but you hurt him, and my old insecurities fell into place, and I'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder earlier. I was just trying to tell myself I was being ridiculous."
"You could never be ridiculous, Will, and there's nothing you need to apologize for. It was a big thing. If it's any consolation, he ran into the knife, and I didn't actually stab him myself?" Buffy smiled sheepishly, as she combed baby hair.
"So, what exactly did you guys talk about in there?" Willow tried to keep the waver from her voice but it was still there.
"He apologized, I listened, there were tears, he wanted to get together for coffee tonight." Buffy watched Willow's hands shake briefly before she pulled on Jesse's pajamas.
"What'd you say?" She wouldn't keep eye contact. It was hard enough to stay calm. Plus, Jesse kept wiggling her body away from the pajamas, making the task of dressing the little girl much more difficult.
"No." Buffy couldn't help but love this woman because if she had said yes, then Willow would have probably let her go, even though it would kill her inside personally. "I said no. I told him how happy I am with you, and that there would never be a chance for us again. He gets the picture. I'm yours, and only yours."
"Oh, well...um, that's good. Great!" Willow finally maneuvered the little girl into her booty pajamas, and helped her sit up on the couch between them. "I was jealous... that he got to be with you first. I guess I just don't like to think about other people having you, especially Angel and Spike."
"Nobody has ever HAD me before you. Everybody else was just practice. If I'm honest with myself, I didn't even enjoy it with Angel. He just kinda... did his business, and that was it. I just lay there, and then with Spike, it was never love. That was just rough, kinky sex. They never had me. You WERE my first in so many ways, and you will be my last in many more." Buffy locked her gaze with her adorable wife, and couldn't help the sincerity in her words, even if they did sound somewhat odd.
"Aww...sappy Buffy." Willow leaned over Jesse with an adoring expression all over her face, and kissed her wife tenderly, cupping her cheeks for added emphasis. After a few moments of kissing, the baby started to need attention, and let them know by climbing up between their locked lips. "Aww...Jesse, you want kisses, too?"
"Willow!" Jesse exclaimed, as the redhead rained little pecks jokingly over her head. The little girl just giggled at the attention, and Buffy sighed longingly for their own unborn child.
"Well, Jesse, do you want us to read you a story?" Willow never wasted the opportunity to teach the little girl, who was nodding enthusiastically. The two lovers snuggled on the couch with the little girl between them, and huddled over the illustrated book that they each held with one hand, as they took turns reading the pages. When they finished reading it, Jesse was already lulled to sleep again. It really didn't take much; she really was Xander's kid. "We'll put her in Cordy's room." The redhead carefully took the slumbering baby to the former cheerleader's room, and Buffy just put pillow around the whole bed, forming a makeshift crib in the process. Once they had her tucked in, they went back out to the living room, dimmed the lights, and snuggled together on the couch. Fred would be home in an hour, and then Charles would arrive. The friends would have time to get together again. It'd been quite some time.
"I love you." Buffy cradled herself more into Willow's body.
"I love you, too." Willow couldn't help but smile. This was the life, and soon it would get even better. Life sure threw some curveballs their way. "Did he go on his jealous vampire rage like you thought?" Willow chuckled slightly. The air was clear in the Angel department. Buffy was hers, and wasn't going anywhere.
"Of course." She rolled her eyes amusedly, and chuckled, too. "I told him that I was never truly finished baking until I met you, and that we make the perfect cookie together."
"Yeah, I'm the chocolate chip, and you're the nut." Willow chuckled, and Buffy just leaned back slightly, eyeing her lover with that all-adoring face she always got when around the redhead.
"That's what I told him!" They laughed again. "What did you and Cordy talk about?"
"Oh, mostly about Xander. She's still harboring feelings there, if you ask me." The two giggled, remembering the stories of Cordelia and Xander's broom closet incidents from high school. Buffy still couldn't see it happen but it apparently did, according to her wife and Xander's stories. "Then, she asked about the story between you and Angel. I just gave her basics: that you were a couple once, and that things ended badly."
"She has to be going wild because Angel'll never give her the gossip." Buffy chuckled, snuggling again.
"I do drive the girls wild." Willow's voice showed her mock cockiness, and Buffy poked her stomach, eliciting a slight giggle.
"You'd better not be driving anybody else wild. I'm the only one that has that privilege." Buffy tackled Willow to the couch, straddling her body, as she tickled her mercilessly.
"Buff! Stop... hey!" Willow's struggle was only half-hearted. She loved Buffy tickle fights. The best part was the end, when they would turn into naked Buffy tickle fights. "Stop! Fred'll be home soon, and we can't wake the baby." Buffy sat up straight, stopping suddenly.
"When we have a baby, will we not make love anymore?" The first worry, etched all over Buffy's frightened face.
"Of course we will, silly. I plan on making love to you all the time. We just have to be a little quieter than usual." Willow wriggled her hips under Buffy, and the blonde just relaxed slightly, laying completely on top of the redhead with her legs still straddling her.
"It's hard to be quiet when you make love to me. The things you do to me..." Buffy shook her head lightly, trying to clear her mind of those naughty thoughts. Now wasn't the time.
"We'll figure something out, even if I have to buy a gag." Willow giggled lightly, as she sifted her fingers through her wife's blonde locks. Her head shot up again but her body stayed this
time.
"Will we be able to make love when I'm pregnant?" Again, frightened Buffy face was showing itself.
"Of course. The doctor even told us that earlier today. There's nothing to worry about; we'll get through this. We always do." Willow continued her soothing motions through Buffy's hair, and kissed her gently.
"I know. Sorry, I'm just being panicky girl. I can't live my life without ever being able to touch you again. I've been there once, and don't want it to happen again." Buffy relaxed again, resting her head on Willow's left shoulder, while her hand traced patterns with the right. "What can't we face when we're together?"
"Well, if Anya were here, it'd be bunnies but since she's not...I'd say there's nothing in this place that we can't weather." Willow just enjoyed the calm, holding her lover in her arms. It was times like these she cherished, and there were so many of them that she lost count at two million after the first three months that they were dating. Their one year wedding anniversary was close, and so was Thanksgiving. By then, there was a large chance that they would have exciting news to share to the gang.
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"Buffy, are you comfortable?" Dr. Olivia was caring to her needs. It was three weeks after their last visit, and now they were inserting the bound eggs and sperm. The girls were so close to being pregnant.
"As I'll ever be, I guess." Buffy was bared for all underneath the blanket over her legs, which were in stirrups. The doctor had just placed the eggs in her body, and the tool used was not entirely comfortable. She hadn't been penetrated ever.
"Alright, as soon as Willow's cousin finishes, we'll continue. Just relax for a bit." The doctor exited the room, going to check on Elm. Buffy released a huge breath, and tried to relax more. Willow held her hand again, and pushed back loose blonde locks from her forehead.
"Isn't this exciting?" She was practically giddy with excitement. The doctor even mentioned that the sperm would take easier if Buffy was aroused, which meant that she had an even more important role in the whole process. She'd get to make love to Buffy in a doctor's office, someplace she'd never been.
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one getting cold things jabbed up into you." Buffy was dripping sarcasm. It was hard. Plus, she didn't know she was getting some lovin' pretty soon. "How long does it take Elm to jack off?"
"Well, he didn't take any magazines or anything with him but he was...um, ready to go before he even went in there. Before he went in the room, he mentioned something about me scoring big time, so that means he definitely approves." Willow smirked but the red hue of her face showed her embarrassment.
"So, your cousin thinks I'm a hottie, huh?" Buffy loved to see Willow blush.
"He, um...may have mentioned that his part of the process would be easier." She couldn't help it; Willow was on overdrive. They were actually in the process of making a baby together!
"Hmm... at least we know his sperm works, if the twins are any indication." The family had arrived from Arizona the night before, and were all settled in for the week in Sunnydale. While the girls stayed in the hospital, Elm's family would go back to Sunnydale with Jesse for the night. It was nerve wracking to say the least but exciting at the same time. Even his wife, Lisa, was on edge about the process. She adored Willow, and was more than happy when the redhead asked Elm for his sperm. The twins were spitfires, just like their daddy. "I'm confused about one thing, though. You call him Elm because his name is Elmer but didn't your mother call him William?"
"Oh, yeah." Willow giggled slightly. "She's not good with names, obviously. William's his older brother; my other cousin by my aunt but his name is actually Willem. We sometimes tease Elm, and call him William to piss him off; he doesn't really get along with Willem."
"I don't see why not. Elm acts just like you practically, even down to the blush and babble. He has higher cheekbones and hazel eyes but he looks just like you, too. It's really kinda creepy." Buffy chuckled, and ignored the cold draft that dragged towards her open legs. "What comes next?"
"Well, you'll never believe this..." Willow started to rub her palm seductively over Buffy's toned stomach, imagining the baby growing in there. "...but I get to seduce you."
"Here?!" Buffy had to use willpower to keep her voice from shouting. "Why would we need to...Will? What are you...oh...OH!"
"Just making with the merry, that's all." Willow moved her hand up to Buffy's breast, and started massaging them with fervor, just the way the blonde liked.
"Well, merry early Christmas to me." Buffy's breathing was starting to become labored, and her body was beginning to flush slightly. Willow leaned down, and traced the blonde's lower lip with her tongue, sucking it in between her own before leaning down, and kissing her with desire. "Mmm..."
"Well, girls, you'll be happy to know that your cousin is extremely potent. We even had to give him two extra cups, and another box of tissues to clean up his, um, mess." Dr. Olivia came in, and the girls parted their kisses. She smirked at the lovers. Yes, they were definitely worth the risk. "Are you almost ready, Buffy?"
"Um...how ready do I need to be?" She was still panting from Willow's seduction. The redhead knew exactly the right buttons to push.
"Well, I'll step out for a few more minutes. Take however long you need, girls. It's better for you to be completely aroused, Buffy. That way there is a higher chance that the sperm will make contact with the egg." She laid the cups of warm sperm in the warmer, in order to keep it ready for use, and exited the room to give the girls some privacy.
"Alright, so...how do we..." Buffy was still in stirrups, and very open to the world.
"If you don't know by now, then you're helpless." Willow chuckled lightly, and she moved up on the bed, straddling her wife, and kissing her passionately. Trailing her hands up along the blonde's side, she began nibbling at her neck, enjoying the mewing and moaning coming from her lover. "Mmm...Buffy..."
"Oh, Willow..." Buffy moved her own arms around her wife's head, wrapping her fingers through red locks to urge her forward. She was already aroused. "Mmm..."
"I want you so much." Willow emphasized this point by moving the sheet across her wife's body back a little, and slowly dipping her fingers in the wetness she found in Buffy's center.
"Oh, Will...ssss..." The passion between them was always hot, and it didn't matter where they were. There were so many places; actually, anywhere Willow touched her sent her to amazing sensations. "Touch me..."
"I am..." She traced light patterns around her inner lips, and continued her exploration gently. Continuing the hot path of kisses, she started to nibble at the sensitive spot behind Buffy's ear, which caused the blonde's eyes to shoot open in pure ecstasy. Just as Willow was about to circle her clit, the doctor walked in, and Willow fell off the table in embarrassment. "EEK!"
"Oh, girls. I apologize but I was hoping to talk to you for a moment before we proceed." Dr. Olivia shut the door, and started to fill a long, metal object with the warm sperm from the cup. Turning around once finished, she looked between the red-faced girls.
"Yes?" Buffy was still on fire. She was strong with need, and there was only one person that was giving that to her, and that person was currently on the floor, hiding behind her hands. Their breathing was still labored, and passion still high.
"I was studying the possibilities of conception in the other room, and it seems that the egg takes the sperm rather quickly. This is unusual, and I assume it has something to do with your adrenal abnormality, Buffy. There's no need to worry, and you can certainly choose to no longer go forward with the process." An extremely red Willow interrupted Dr. Olivia.
"What do you mean 'no longer go forward?' Are you saying that this won't work?" The worry was etched all over her face.
"Certainly not, Willow. The problem lies in the conception. Since I'll be outside when Buffy arrives in orgasm, the conception won't happen immediately like it would in heterosexual sex." Once again, Willow interrupted.
"You mean that because we're gay, this won't work?" Again, worry was evident, and maybe a little anger.
"This process works with homosexual couples, too. The problem lies within Buffy's adrenal glands. Since her system works faster than others, the effects of her orgasm fade much quicker, which causes the sperm not to take to the egg. The sperm would have to be injected immediately, which means that I would need to be here at the exact point that she reaches her orgasm. Do you understand? This will still work but I would need to be here in the room." The doctor glanced from one girl to the other, waiting for a response. They were obviously thinking this over. She needed to assure them.
"What exactly will you do?" Buffy was willing to do anything, even if the doctor was going to be a little voyeuristic.
"I'll implant this syringe into your channel, and then Willow will stimulate you. Once you've reached your orgasm, I'll release the sperm into your pathway. That way, we'll have a better chance of conceiving. Is that clear?" The doctor didn't want to scare the girls; this definitely wasn't something she learned in medical school. "Of course, if you're not comfortable with the process..."
"Do you promise not to look?" Buffy was nervous, and she had to rub her thumb calmly across Willow's hand to help her relax. The redhead was in internal babble mode.
"Buffy, I would not intrude on your relations. I will be in the same room but I would need a marking point to indicate your release, be it vocal or physical. Since my hand won't be directly inserted into your passage, I'll have no way of telling whether you've reached your peak. If this makes you uncomfortable..."
"No, we'll do it." Willow finally spoke up, and squeezed Buffy's hand for reassurance. This was a big decision. "If it's okay with Buffy, then it's okay with me. Sure, it's awkward but this is our baby, and you've been wonderful through this whole thing. I trust you."
"I'm okay with it." Buffy grinned up at her wife. "Even if it's a little awkward... making love in front of somebody... let's do it. Let make a baby." She looked lovingly into Willow's eyes, and received a loving nod in return, followed by a gentle kiss. They turned their attention back to the doctor. "Okay..." She took a deep breath. "Do you...um... well, I assume that since you're inserting the thingy in me that Willow can't...insert her fingers?"
"Yes, I'll need your passage clear; it'll need to be clearly clitoral stimulation. Do you..." Dr. Olivia looked back and forth between the girls again, something she'd become good at recently.
"Oh, no problem in that department." Buffy bit her lip at the confession. It didn't matter what Willow did to her. She had NO problem coming for her wife. "Can she... um... well... can she..."
"Straddle her?" Willow cupped her mouth quickly with her hands. This was already awkward. The doctor let loose a low chuckle.
"As long as there isn't much movement of the lower body, I see no problem. Now, I have to ask about lubrication." Once again, she mimicked an owl.
"Um...Buffy usually doesn't have problems once we get started." Willow wouldn't make eye contact; she was extremely embarrassed.
"That's good. Also, the passage will be tight. Would you like to stretch it before I insert the syringe?" She paid particular attention to the blushing Willow, and tried to be completely professional. This wasn't in the manual.
"You mean, like... fingering me?" Buffy wasn't too shy about sex, unless it was talking to her mom. Now, those were awkward conversations.
"Yes, that would be it." The doctor was glad her blush wasn't showing on that one.
"That would be nice." Buffy looked over at Willow, her eyes lusty again. "Will you let us know before you insert the syringe?"
"Of course. I'll help guide you through the process, and naturally, like the earlier egg implantation, the insertion will be a little cold, and uncomfortable at first. Just try to relax, and focus on Willow." Dr. Olivia prepared a new syringe. The conversation lasted longer than expected, and she was glad Elm gave them practically a month's supply of his sperm. "Ready?"
"As we'll ever be, I suppose." Buffy kept her eyes locked on Willow's, as the redhead went to straddle her upper abdomen, paying attention not to move too far down her body. "Here goes, Wills."
"I love you." Willow moved in, and kissed her tenderly.
"I love you, too." Buffy reciprocated, and soon, their earlier passionate kisses started. Willow started playing with the blonde's breasts again, and there were sharp gasps and moan between kisses. The redhead started to nibble Buffy's sensitive spot, and that made for louder moans. Reaching slightly behind her, she started to tease her lover's inner lips, which were bared by the stirrups the blonde's legs were trapped within; she circled the blonde's clit, as she caught the hiss with her lips. Moving down, and feeling her arousal, she coated her index finger before plunging it within her lover.
"Oh, gods, Buffy..." The warmth there was exhilarating. The fact that there was somebody watching no longer bothered them; they were on cloud nine. This time, they were making a baby. "You feel so good."
"Oh...ah...Wills...so good...mmm..." Buffy wanted to rock her hips but couldn't because of the way Willow was on top of her. It was for the best, since it would cause more problems with the object about to be inserted. The building orgasm was getting closer with each thrust, as Willow added a second finger to the mix, curling them to reach her soft patch, and began circling her clit with her thumb. "OH! Gods...I love...mmm...you..."
"Buffy..." Willow felt the doctor's hand touch her wrist, and recognized that it was time for her to remove her fingers from Buffy, and focus on her clit. Knowing what was to come, she told Buffy. "She's going to stick the thing in now." Receiving a nod, she kissed her wife passionately, and massaged her clit with even more fervor than before, as Buffy hissed into her mouth, as the cold syringe was inserted. One thing was for sure. She had no problem with being aroused. This was amazing. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah...just...you need to be kissing me..." Buffy gripped Willow's back with one hand, and held onto the back of her head with the other. The sounds escaping her should definitely indicate when she peaked. It was torture not being able to rock her hips in time to Willow's ministrations. "Oh, goddess...Wills...I'm gonna...oh...ohhh...."
"It's okay...I've got you...let it come..." Willow took the kiss again, as she felt Buffy clutch her body tighter. When their lips parted, Buffy screamed in ecstasy. After some time, she stopped massaging her clit, and just held her panting wife, moving sweat-matted blonde locks from her face and forehead. Buffy started humming low in her throat, and they both heard the doctor moving behind them.
"Well, girls, that was certainly new for me." Willow moved from her straddling position, and just sat down on the bed, still holding her wife. They noticed the doctor wiping her face and hands; she'd obviously just washed them. "It would appear that female ejaculation is medically possible. I just never imagined being on the receiving end." The two girls panicked, blushed, then laughed heartily. Soon, the doctor joined their giggles, and wrote some notes on a chart. "Okay, girls. I'll have a nurse come in, and help you from the stirrups, and also move you to your room. Do you need anything while I'm still here? You won't see me for another hour."
"No. I think...um... that pretty much does it for now." Buffy was stroking a fevered Willow's head, which was buried into her shoulder from embarrassment.
"Alright, I'll have the nurse come in, then. I'll see you girls in an hour." Dr. Olivia left the room.
"Wow...that was...um..." Buffy started.
"Awkward? Amazing? Strange? Scary? Exciting?" Willow was throwing out all sorts of adjectives. It certainly wasn't something she'd ever expected.
"All of the above, actually but if it helps make the baby, then I'm glad we did it. I feel sorry for Doc, though. I haven't...you know...in a while." The nurse came in, and helped her from the stirrups. Buffy was still reeling from the orgasm, and was a little wobbly when she stood to get in the chair. Willow was there to help her, shit-eating grin in place. Now, all they had to do was wait.
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A/N: Writing sex scenes that explicitly (and that's not really that detailed) is strange but it gets the job done, and it needed to be here. Don't you think?