Risky...but worth it
by Rin
Land Before Time 2005
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"That's it?" Buffy turned on her side, breathing still labored, limbs humming, completely numb from head to toe, no bad thoughts in her head whatsoever. She had just experienced THE most amazing thing in the world. Willow...
"What?" Willow did her best not to show her hurt...but of all things to say after sex...
"Oh...oh! No. Not that. I mean...the ritual...I thought it'd be more...hocus-pocus. Not that part...that part was...I'm still reeling..." Buffy's eyes rolled back in her head, as she rolled into Willow snuggles. She was way too far from her lover. "That part was...mmm...can we do it again?"
"What?! We just...I mean...can we take a breather first? Catch our breath?" Willow had never had eleven consecutive orgasms in her life. Actually, she'd never even had double orgasms. It was always one and it was over. Time to go to sleep, or leave.
"So...technically, we're married now." Buffy smiled, her body humming in time to her still massive heartbeat. It was the best workout ever. She planned on making it a daily routine...okay, so maybe not daily...but who wouldn't want to feel this good on a daily basis?
"I guess so. Yeah." Willow smiled, as she put her arms around Buffy, pulling their sticky, sweaty bodies together. "Mrs. Rosenberg, or Mrs. Summers...you choose."
"I'd like to go by Mrs. Rosenberg...but I don't wanna get in trouble with the law, so I have to go by Mrs. Summers. At least until I turn eighteen..." Buffy couldn't wait. No more hiding; she'd be able to kiss Willow in public all she wanted to. Of course, the redhead would be 24 then. She hoped things didn't get more awkward as the years passed.
"What time is it?" Willow grabbed her alarm clock, which she didn't set for the first time since she'd moved back to Sunnydale. "Oh...only 3...that means we can grab some sleep for sure. We'll have a big day tomorrow...what with the telling Giles...and answering questions."
"We have to tell him about...um...what we did?" Buffy's face was ten shades of red, and it made Willow kiss her wide eyes in a calming gesture.
"No...he already knows that part...well, not the details, or anything like that. We will have to tell him about the orgasm part. That's important." Willow swallowed hard. Twenty-two years together. It didn't seem like enough time...but it'd be triple what any slayer before Buffy would ever get. The bad part is that it was another thing they couldn't tell Buffy.
"I already know about the orgasm count equals the number of years we'll be together." Buffy really HAD done research on the topic. "I stole Giles's books in the library. He thought I was actually doing my homework for once."
"Buffy..." Willow's scolding eyebrow made the blonde roll her eyes in defeat.
"Okay...so...umm...were you counting? I lost count somewhere after the first one. You didn't tell me it'd be so...wow...It was the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced. One I plan to repeat often, if you don't mind."
"I mind none." Willow smiled, and they shared a soft kiss.
"So...now that we're married and all, do we get a honeymoon? I mean...I'm graduated...don't start UC Sunnydale until Fall...which is three months away...so I'm thinking vacation is a must. Honeymoon is even better." Buffy was trying. She just wanted Willow all to herself...maybe a secluded beach...or a cabin where nobody could find them...maybe a camping trip in the mountains... It didn't matter, as long as it was just the two of them.
"We'll have to talk to Giles...but I'm thinking it's a good idea. I've been wanting to get out a little."
"Away from me? Am I annoying you? You can say so if..."
"No, silly. I want to get away WITH you. Not from you. I don't think I could ever go from you. Especially after that performance..." Willow smirked that sexy smirk that always got the girls to put out.
"Well, ya know...I have this thing called slayer endurance...we could..." Buffy moved her hand down Willow's belly, and flicked her hand just slightly over Willow's still throbbing, overly sensitive clit. It was her favorite spot on the redhead's body.
"Mmm...as much as that sounds like heaven...we need sleep...especially since we need to be awake for Giles's lecture tomorrow. At least he's letting us show up when we're ready...so we have the whole morning...sleepy time...I'm afraid after the eleventh..."
"Wait...eleven? Really?" Buffy's eyes widened. Eleven? That meant 22 years together! That meant she'd outlive all slayers before her. That meant she had 22 years with Willow. It didn't seem like enough...but she'd take what she could get.
"My, Lord." Eleven...that was twenty-two years. Buffy would be 37. Giles would be well into his late 60s. Amazing... but then again, Buffy always had been an amazing young woman. "Buffy, this is...I do say, I'm quite...dare I say, proud?"
"Isn't that what I father would say to a son? Not exactly riding the Y chromosome here, Giles. Kinda weird moment we're having ..." Buffy shifted on the couch. Willow was in the shower over at her flat, so Buffy came back to tell Giles the great news. She was just bouncing with solid, positive energy. Two weeks ago, she was going to die. Then, she did. Now, she's supposed to live until she's almost forty. Quite a turnaround of events.
"Quite agreed...but still, Buffy...I must inform the council at once. This is to be celebrated, for sure." Giles almost picked the phone up right then and there but Buffy grabbed the receiver from him.
"Don't tell the Council." Buffy had been thinking a lot lately about her time with the council. They had never given her any respect, always come down on her, never given her freedom to improvise. Now, she finds out that they keep secrets from her. Her time with Willow had taught her something... Buffy Anne Summers answers to no one but herself, and the redhead...and Giles when his brow furrows. "Is there any way to not be with the council anymore? I mean...they've done nothing but be mean and lie to me from the beginning. Don't you think it's time they started showing respect? I am their 'instrument' after all. You'd think they'd at least do a little graveling every once in a while...tell me I'm doing a great job...keep up the good work...give me a gold star. Anything...but all they do is talk down to me, and boss me around. They're even mean to you, and they all make fun of you behind your back. It's not fair, and I say...we do this our way, or no way."
"Now, hold on, Buffy. Don't be rash about this. I realize things have changed for you this past month, especially in the past twelve hours but I need you to understand what you're...they make fun of me? Really?" Giles had only known life as a watcher. Well, except Ripper days...but those were far-gone.
"Yeah...but Faith and I always beat them up for you. No biggie."
"No wonder you two were always in detention. I thought you were picking the fights...dear lord..." It was all happening too fast. All Giles wanted to know was the orgasm count, no details (which Buffy was more than happy to leave out), and what Buffy wanted to do now. He was going to propose to Willow this afternoon that Buffy start to live at her flat, since they were mates now, and the separation would eat them through the walls until they were with each other anyways.
"Well...sometimes we beat them up for you." Buffy did her sheepish, 'we're sorry' shrug, which always caused an eyeroll from Giles.
"Buffy, while I do respect your wishes, and believe you're an extraordinarily competent slayer, I know for a fact that the council is watching every move we make with a sharp eye and ear. It wouldn't surprise me if these flats were bugged."
"So...we call an exterminator, or something. Why would they put bugs here anyways?" Buffy, Buffy, Buffy...sometimes...
"No, I mean wiretaps...to where they can listen in, perhaps even cameras to where they watch our every movements. It wouldn't surprise me if Willow's flat was bugged, as well. We have to take every precaution, and I just realize I've completely ruined that notion by mentioning that to you now..." Giles, Giles, Giles...isn't he supposed to be the smart one?
"Oh, those...Willow said she sensed something like that would happen, so she put up Glamour, or some magazine over it."
"You mean a glamour?"
"Yeah, sure...why not?" Buffy just shrugged. She was still the young, naïve girl. She wasn't the brains of this operation.
"I'd better see what I can gather, start outlining information that'll be pertinent in our cutoff from the council. Of course, we'll want them on our side still, since they do pay my salary, and they own our living quarters."
"Plus, they pay for my clothes, which are a must." Buffy got the 'eye' from Giles, so she tried to cover her greediness. "...and our food and shelter, which are important parts of living."
"Right, well...I'll let you get back to Willow, as I'm sure you're itching to see her." Giles stood when Buffy almost darted from the room. It was true. She already missed her lover. "One thing, though. We'll have to discuss with you the ramifications of your mating. You'll start to experience things you've never known."
"That's the truth..." Buffy's tone had Giles cleaning his glasses in no time.
"Right, well...um...you'll be off then. We'll see you at dinnertime?" Giles needed to start segue-waying Faith into having a room of her own, and Buffy not being around every moment. The mating ritual was hard on everybody, especially the slayer's younger companion, who was in charge of the weapons and care of the slayer. Basically, the slayer's lackey...but what's in a name? Faith was more than that to Buffy. The girls had a bond of sisters. They had lived together for years, shared a room, and even clothing at times. Argued, cried, debated, and laughed together. They'd been the ones that were together for years, and now they wouldn't spend much time together outside of patrol. Yes, it would definitely be hard on everybody, including the 'father,' who felt his daughter was growing up way too soon.
"Hey..." Buffy wrapped her arms around Willow's neck from behind.
"Hey yourself." The redhead was reading a book, lounged on the couch in her silk pants and tanktop. Buffy wasn't due home for another hour or so. "Patrol go okay?"
"Averted all danger for the time being, I believe, and in a timely fashion, which means more Willow time, which makes for a happy Buffy."
"And a happy Willow..." She accepted the gentle upside down kiss, and pushed her book aside, as she pulled Buffy over the couch, and onto it with her. "No ouchies tonight?"
"Nope...ouchie free." Had it really been three years since they'd been together already? Buffy'd turned 18 last year, so it was going on four, actually. The time was flying with them, and their little domestic wonderland was perfect bliss...aside from the occasional kidnapping, and argument...which were rare. No demons or baddies came near Willow anymore, having heard the horror stories of the last three attempts, and what the slayer did to the culprits. No creature wanted that...
"Giles called. Faith said he'd been knocked out on her patrol but she was laughing." Willow started chuckling, too...but Buffy didn't see the funny.
"That's not funny."
"It is when you hear how he got knocked out." Willow took a few breaths to rein in her chuckles. "He'd knocked himself out by running into a glass door at the morgue."
"Okay...that's a little funny." Buffy chuckled lightly, too. "I found us the perfect house. You're going to love it."
"You found us a house? I thought you were patrolling."
"No, I was patrolling. I was patrolling when I found the house. Actually, I annihilated a vamp nest that was holed into the house, and started scoping it out while there. It's huge...and they have a spiral staircase, three floors, a big gym, which the vamps were using for body disposal...but that's not the best part."
"Wait...you think vamps using a gym as a burial room is good?" Willow arched an eyebrow. What was her wife talking about?
"No...no, not that part. I mean...the best part of the house. Major ick factor on the dead bodies. The gym's gonna be fumigated at least three times before I set foot in there again." Buffy shuddered, remembering the sight.
"Okay...so the best part?" Willow didn't like it when Buffy dwelled on all the lives she couldn't save. She liked a happy Buffy.
"Oh! It's already mostly furnished with old antiques and whatnot, and it was clean! The vamps didn't actually trash it, kept it nice. I suspect they'd been there a bit. I'm glad I got that tip from Willy."
"How is Willy these days?"
"Hanging upside down right now."
"Buffy!" Willow wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss her, or pout.
"What? He wasn't talking tonight for some reason. I had to do something to get it out of him."
"So you left him there?"
"It's not like he's hurting anything."
"He could have brain damage from too much blood flow to the brain."
"This is Willy we're talking about here, baby. Brain cells aren't something he has..." Buffy cuddled Willow in response to the defiant face she was getting. "I'll cut him down in the morning. He'll be fine."
"And if he's not?"
"I'll find another snitch." Buffy got the eyeroll, so she kissed Willow for good measure. No unhappy wife tonight. She'd found them a great place to live in...all they had to do was clear the funds with the council.
The council was an interesting story over the past few years. At first, they were resistant to Buffy's cause...but when the blonde made them realize that they were just a bunch of overeducated stuffy people watching Masterpiece theatre if they didn't help her, they were better off just backing her up, and not the other way around. It was time the slayer took charge.
"I was thinking of taking a bubble bath to soothe all these tense muscles...but I'm afraid of being lonely..." Buffy pouted, as she made her way seductively towards the bathroom, dropping an article of clothing as she went, leaving a trail for Willow.
"Right...wouldn't want that..." Willow just followed, dropping her own layers, piece by piece. The bath was forgotten, as both caught up with each other midway to the bedroom. Happy ending, after all. Full of surprises, too. Who would've thought two small girls could make such a difference in the world? I believe it. Do you?