Punishing
by Red
epilouge
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Punishing
epilouge
Red
Joss' folk.
BW...nc17
Summary: A happy ending.
NOTE: Thank you to all who have supported this story. Much appreciated.
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Buffy smiled as she watched Willow running down the beach. It had been two months since the slayer had finally admitted her feelings for the witch...two months since she had discovered the abuse that Kennedy was putting her Willow through...two months since she had exacted revenge on the former slayer, who now resided in a special prison back in England, Giles as her jailer.
Two months since they had moved 5 miles down the coast into a brand new beachhouse, compliments of Giles and the council.
Two months of holding Willow's trembling, sweating body through the flashbacks that came out of nowhere. Two months of being woken in the middle of the night by the screams, the begging and pleading for mercy...two months of watching the woman she loved more than life itself, break completely down in front of her eyes, only to be reborn, rebuilt with help from the slayer's own loving hands.
Two months of accepting and dealing with her own guilt...and not from torturing that bitch. No, Buffy's guilt was from not knowing...not knowing that her beloved Willow was in hell...living the high life in Italy while her very heart and soul was being tormented, beaten, raped day after day-
Buffy shook her head, stopping herself before she sunk back into that pit of anger and rage. That was over...it was time for healing now...for both of them.
"Ok, the girls, are all yours," the redheaded panted as she collapsed onto the sand. "They are so juiced up on sno cones. There was a vendor down the beach...they are still down there suckin' them back. 12 sugared up teenagers...all for you, my love."
Willow giggled and Buffy's smile grew. It was the sweetest sound she'd ever heard. Well, next to the, I love you Buffy, she got every day at least 100 times and the, naughty little breathless moans and groans, whimpers and gasps, cries and, um, well, near howling when they made love. Yes, her Willow was a howler! Buffy's smile got even bigger...it was a three way tie on this one.
Leaning over, the slayer kissed her witch softly. Willow's arms wrapped around her and soon Willow was on her back, Buffy atop her, their lips dancing tenderly together. When they finally broke for air, Willow stared up lovingly into Buffy's eyes.
"Take me, slayer."
Buffy's brow went up. "Where to...dinner, coffee...maybe on one of those dolphin boat rides?"
Willow smirked. "Ha the ha."
Buffy laughed and stood up, her witch in her arms. "Inside, unless ya wanna give the juniors a show."
Willow giggled again. "I think they kinda saw us last night out here."
Buffy stopped walking, her eyes wide. "What?"
"Well, when we were walking, they were all kinda giggly and when I said something about sand in bad places, they burst out into full blown laughter." She blushed. "Next time we get naughty on the beach, you might wanna be a little more careful how high ya raise your bum, sweetie."
Buffy looked at her as she started walking again. "I'm sure they heard us before they saw my ass, honey...that is, heard you."
Willow's brows scrunched up. "I'm not that loud!"
Buffy laughed, stepping through the opened sliding door and heading down the hall.
"Oh my baby witch, you most certainley are!"
The slayer laughed at the ever reddening face of her Willow and, once in their room, closed the door with her foot and set the embarassed witch down. An evil grin on her face, Buffy began stripping her slowly, peeling first the button shirt from her, then the tank beneath it, then dropping to her knees and tugging the shorts gently down.
With each new patch of skin revealed, Buffy kissed...a move that elicited some of those happy little Willowy noises that the slayer loved so well and when the pink panties joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, Buffy got to work on getting that howl.
Finished