Getting Ahead of Myself
by sailor80
Ten
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Willow didn't give Buffy a moment to think or react. She pulled Buffy's face toward her own and began a scorching kiss. Once she was certain she had Buffy's complete attention, Willow's hands got busy with buttons and zippers and everything that separated them.
Willow pulled out of the kiss for a moment to pull Buffy's shirt over her head. She quickly unhooked Buffy's bra and pushed her girlfriend onto the mattress. Buffy sat up and watched Willow strip. When Buffy tried to get up to help, Willow playfully told her, "Unh unh," and Buffy sat back down.
Willow stood naked just out of Buffy's reach, and Buffy took in the subtle changes to Willow's body before her eyes rose to meet Willow's.
"You like?" Willow asked.
"I adore," Buffy answered.
Willow, satisfied with her reply, moved toward the bed, and Buffy opened her legs so Willow could stand between them. The redhead's breasts were at face level, and Buffy leaned forward to kiss each in turn. She stayed there, lips and tongue and teeth inflaming Willow's desire, and Buffy knew instinctively when to wrap her arms around the redhead for support.
Buffy gradually widened her mouth's travels, and in the search, pulled Willow onto the bed. When Buffy tried to cover the redhead with her body, Willow flipped them so that she sat astride the blonde.
Willow took a turn at Buffy's breasts, and got just as lost in her responses as Buffy had been in her own. Buffy, happy to let Willow lead, ran her hands restlessly through Willow's hair and up and down her shoulders. Willow took a long time kissing and caressing Buffy's torso before moving up to her neck. Buffy whimpered at the pull of Willow's teeth on her skin, and was rewarded by Willow's leisurely lowering onto the length of her body.
Buffy's hands instinctively pulled Willow tighter against her. She loved the subtle electricity that flowed between them at each juncture, and the way it increased as they became more aroused. Her body rippled against Willow's, responding to every touch of lips, tongue, fingers, and breath.
"Tell me what you want," Willow demanded.
Buffy shuddered at both the words and Willow's hot breath across her ear. She groaned and undulated against Willow again.
Willow sat up. She was splayed against Buffy's hip, and she rocked a few times, smearing heat on Buffy's skin. When Buffy looked at her, Willow began talking. "In high school, in gym class, I wanted you so bad." She ran her hands up Buffy's stomach to cup her breasts. "The shower was the worst. You were so sexy in the shower." Willow bent down and kissed Buffy fiercely. She made sure to grind her breasts against Buffy's, and plundered her lover's mouth until Buffy made some sound that vibrated against her tongue. The she sat up again. Without waiting for Buffy's eyes to open, she continued. "I wanted you so bad. I had this fantasy that we would be alone in there and I would push you against the tile and hump you like a bitch in heat."
Buffy's eyes opened wide at Willow's statement. It took her breath for half a moment while her nipples hardened more and liquid trickled out between her legs. She could see Willow doing just that and moaned "oh god."
"Goddess," Willow corrected, and thrust her tongue in Buffy's ear. "Tell me everything you want," she growled. "Tell me how to make you scream." She sat up again and waited for Buffy to look at her.
Buffy kept her eyes closed and mumbled something.
"Sweetheart," Willow prompted, "I can't hear you." She shifted, smearing more of her juices across Buffy's hip.
Buffy's eyes opened and locked on Willow's. "Fuck me," she gasped.
"How?" Willow asked urgently.
Buffy looked away again. "Your hand," she exhaled.
Willow kept her tone gentle but firm. "Look at me, Buffy." She waited until Buffy did. "Don't be ashamed of what you need." Willow stroked Buffy's cheek tenderly, then leaned down. "I'll give you everything you ask for."
"I want," Buffy said raggedly, "you inside me." She arched against Willow and groaned as the redhead twitched against her.
"You sure that's what you want?"
"Please. Please Will."
Willow abruptly sat up again. Buffy's eyes followed her this time. Willow smiled down at her and reached for Buffy's nipples. "Nothing you can say will make me stop loving you. Nothing," she repeated.
"Yes," Buffy moaned. Each time she moved, Willow slid against her, and it was all Buffy could do to let Willow stay atop her.
Willow kissed Buffy again, tenderly at first, and built it into a passionate osculation that left Buffy panting and writhing while Willow's hands began a slow journey the length of Buffy's body.
Willow demonstrated again that she was in no hurry as she pulled her fingers slowly through her lover's wetness. She brought them to her mouth and sucked Buffy's juices off of them while Buffy watched. Buffy groaned and reached for Willow.
This time, Willow let Buffy pull her down. She let Buffy lead their kiss, and smiled when Buffy moaned at her index finger sliding in. Willow added another finger, and another, rotating her wrist with each movement. Buffy's hands moved frantically wherever they could on Willow, and she broke off their kiss to howl while she came.
When Buffy opened her eyes, Willow was watching her intently. Willow slowed her movements, causing Buffy to gasp, "Don't stop."
"Not a chance. You're so beautiful like this."
"You. Oh. Oh. Oh. You too," Buffy forced out.
"Come for me, sweetheart," Willow urged, and Buffy did, flexing up off the bed while holding Willow's gaze.
A moment later, her muscles still rhythmically clasping Willow's fingers, Buffy pulled Willow close again and rolled them over so she was over Willow. A drop of sweat fell from her face to Willow's chest, and Buffy hurried to lap it up. She raised her hips, grasped Willow's wrist, and moved the redhead's hand to her breast. Willow was quick to coat both of Buffy's nipples with her wet fingers before sliding both hands to Buffy's back to pull her down.
"I don't want to hurt you," Buffy panted. "Or her."
"You won't," Willow answered. She smiled at Buffy for a moment, and shifted to slide her thigh between Buffy's. They both moaned at the sensation, and Buffy pressed her body the length of Willow's.
Two hours later, Willow slid from their bed. While she pulled on her robe, Buffy asked her sleepily, "Where you goin?"
"I'll be right back," Willow promised, and bent to kiss Buffy. Buffy held her there for a few extra seconds before releasing her.
Willow went first to the bathroom, then padded down to the kitchen. Willow got two bottles of water, and after a brief internal debate, took the can of whipped cream, too. As she closed the door, she heard a key in the front door lock and silently swore. Then she shrugged and headed for the stairs.
By the time she reached the living room, Faith and Tara were all ready on the stairs, and Willow sighed in relief. She didn't want to hear Faith's teasing, no matter how justified, and walked slowly to give them time to reach their room before beginning to climb the stairs.
Willow slipped into their room quietly, and stood at the door for a few moments to admire Buffy before walking to the bed. Buffy appeared to be sleeping, head resting on one folded arm and the sheet draped carelessly across her hips.
"I'm awake," Buffy said without opening her eyes.
"Good." Willow crossed the room quickly and placed her finds on the nightstand. Then, she took off her robe and laid it over the vanity chair on her way back into bed. She pressed herself against Buffy's back, and giggled when Buffy complained about her cold feet.
Joyce was the first one up the next morning. She knew the girls had been out late, and looked forward to some quiet time. While coffee brewed, she went downstairs to see how far the project had progressed. She was impressed to see that the framing was completed and half the drywall was hung, as well. Xander had promised to bring a couple friends from work with him today, so they could take care of the electrical and plumbing. He planned to complete construction by Sunday evening, leaving the rest of the work — painting, installing floor tiles and trim molding — for Faith and Tara to finish during the week.
Joyce was nearly finished the paper when Tara came downstairs. They exchanged good mornings, and Tara began breakfast. The smell soon brought the others down, and Xander, with his usual impeccable timing, arrived in time for Tara to make enough for him, too.
Joyce left for the gallery before the noise commenced. Buffy and Willow went back upstairs to shower before the water was turned off, and came downstairs in time to let Xander's friends in and show them to the basement before they left.
They walked through the park before heading downtown. Buffy was looking for bodies or evidence of anything unusual. To her surprise, she found nothing, and after that, let Willow set the pace and direction of their walk.
By mid-afternoon, Buffy was bored with their seeminglessly aimless wandering and tried to convince Willow to head back home. The redhead asked for one more stop, and Buffy let herself be pulled into the hardware store. Willow led them to the decorating section, and they began to talk about the nursery. They decided on yellow with white trim, and looked at borders, but couldn't decide, so Buffy scooped up a catalog. "Anywhere else?" she asked Willow when they reached the sidewalk again.
"Home, I think," Willow answered. "We should check on your mom first."
"Good idea," Buffy said, and they walked to the gallery.
Joyce was preparing to close up, and was happy to let Buffy lock the back. Buffy took the opportunity to check the alley behind. It looked normal except for a blue line painted parallel to and a foot from the back door. She made note to ask Tara whether it was there when she did the protection spell, and made certain that both the latch and the lock fell into place.
Joyce stopped to get sandwiches for dinner, and left Buffy and Willow to organize things while she went down to check the basement. Xander was gone, and Faith and Tara were painting. Most of the paint was where it belonged, and it looked like the room would be completely finished in the next couple days. Faith assured Joyce they'd be up in a few minutes, and Joyce left them to finish.
Buffy woke first Sunday. She watched Willow, smiling, and stroked her lover's hair. It wasn't long before Willow asked, without opening her eyes, "What?"
"I love you."
"Love you, too." Willow stretched, and cracked one eye to look at her girlfriend. "You're up early."
"Want donuts?" Buffy offered.
"In bed?"
"If you want."
"Sprinkles."
"K." Buffy leaned over and kissed Willow gently. "I'll be back soon."
"Get the LA paper, too, please."
"As you wish." Buffy smiled over her shoulder. She stopped at the door and turned to look at Willow, who had pulled Buffy's pillow against her. "I love you, Willow."
Although her eyes didn't open, Willow smiled. "I love you, too, Buff."
Buffy closed the door quietly and went downstairs. Halfway down, she heard a noise and turned to see Faith standing in the hall.
"Everything all right?" Faith asked.
"Yup. I'm going to get donuts."
"Chocolate chocolate?" Faith asked hopefully.
"Sure. You coming?"
"Yeah, gimme a minute."
While she waited for Faith, Buffy took a quick trip to the basement. It looked completely different, and she was impressed with how much had been done since Friday night. When she heard Faith on the stairs, Buffy hurried to meet her at the door