Learning Curve
by rebelrsr
Chapter Nineteen
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Disclaimer: All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and lots of people in expensive suits. I'm not making any money here, just trying to create a happier Buffyverse for my favorite characters.
Spoilers, etc.: I altered the timeline of "The Yoko Factor," "Primeval," and Angel the Series "Sanctuary" with reckless abandon. It's mostly AU from here. Thanks to the best beta crew: Desirata41, Zenithar, and Zigpal I couldn't do it without you.
A/N: Character thoughts are enclosed by **. Flashbacks are enclosed by //.
A/N2: Special thanks to Zigpal for planting the idea for Nurse Willow. Sorry I couldn't find a uniform!
Archiving: By permission only.
Willow woke slowly. Stretching and rolling onto her side, she tried to go back to sleep, but something nagged at her. The sun was hitting her in the face, but her bed in the dorm was nowhere near the window. Reluctantly opening her eyes, the young witch smiled. Buffy lay inches away, dressed in her fluffy cow pajamas. Raising her head to peer over the sleeping blonde, Willow saw that it was already after eight. She reached out with her senses, checking the locations of the others. So far, Joyce was the only one up and about. The elder Summers was in the kitchen. A slow smile spread across the young girl's face, and she slid out of the bed, careful not to wake her girlfriend.
She padded across the room, stopping right in front of the door. The witch knew she needed to copy the spell Tara had employed the night before. Testing her reserves, the young witch smiled. She was ready to go. Carefully drawing in power, Willow quickly completed the spell, warding and insulating the room. Turning away from the door, the redhead thought, *Now, I wonder if Buffy has anything appropriate.* She rummaged through the Slayer's dresser drawers, blushing at the sight of the blonde's impressive lingerie collection. With a triumphant smile, she yanked a lace G-string and a matching bra from the disordered drawer. It took seconds to replace her pair of sweats and T-shirt with the tempting underwear. A wave of uncertainty crept in during the short walk to the bed. Buffy looked so peaceful asleep, but years of being a Scooby told Willow to make sure she didn't let this opportunity pass by.
Shaking with a mixture of desire and nervousness, Willow went to the other side of the bed and climbed in. She scooted across the expanse, finally kneeling mere inches from the sleeping Slayer. A shaking hand tentatively reached out, stroking gently from Buffy's left shoulder down to her fingers. Growing bolder at the fuzzy feel of the sleepwear warmed by the blonde's body heat, Willow moved even closer, her knees just touching the other girl's stomach. The pressure of the caress increased with each repetition. After several minutes of this, Willow could see that Buffy was waking up. The aquiline nose twitched and she mumbled inaudibly. The witch nearly cheered when her girlfriend rolled onto her back, exposing more for the redhead to stroke. Although still impeded by the black and white spotted pajamas, Willow firmly ran both hands up Buffy's stomach to her breasts. The Slayer moaned and arched slightly. Expecting to see hazel eyes staring back, the witch glanced up from Buffy's body. No, the blonde was still mostly asleep.
"Buffy?" Willow said quietly. "Baby, I've got a surprise for you. Come on, sweetie, we don't have much time, and I want to play." She finished the last sentence with her lips brushing the blonde's right ear. Getting no response, she blew warmth breath into the opening before beginning to nibble the Slayer's earlobe. That finally got a clear reaction. This moan obviously had nothing to do with sleep. Letting go of the piece of flesh, the witch trailed her tongue along Buffy's neck, stopping to nip lightly at the Slayer's chin.
"Will? What — Oh, God...What are you doing?" Buffy choked out. Her breathing was heavy, interspersed with groans of pleasure.
Sitting back on her heels, the redhead glanced coyly at the panting blonde. "Why, Miss Summers, I thought that was obvious. I distinctly heard the doctor say you would need further medical care." She bent over, lips hovering over Buffy's. "Nurse Willow is here to take care of you." Not waiting for a response to her outrageous statement, she kissed the girl beneath her. Unlike their kisses at the hospital, there was nothing gentle or sweet about this. This was a rough, no-holds-barred expression of desire. The redhead's tongue plunged into the Slayer's mouth, sliding along her teeth before tangling with the blonde's eager muscle. Willow felt her wetness dampen the small patch of fabric between her legs and whimpered into the kiss. She pulled away just long enough to take a quick breath before diving back into another duel with the blonde's mouth.
Buffy gave in to the passion sizzling in her veins. Using Slayer strength, she grasped Willow by the waist and lifted her. The move pulled at the damaged muscles of her back, but the Slayer knew the slight discomfort was worth the results, when she settled the redhead astride her body. Yanking her head away, breaking the voracious kiss, the blonde panted. She turned dazed hazel eyes to the passion-dark green ones above her. "Will, I love you." The normally confident blonde hesitated. Shyly, a blush climbing up her neck and face, she said, "I- I haven't ever..."
Pressing a slim finger to the other girl's lips. "Shh, baby. I promise, this is the easy part. And," she flashed an impish smile, "I haven't ever, either."
Eyes widening at the admission, Buffy took a long look at the redhead seated on her stomach. Rumpled red hair fell across Willow's forehead. The freckled face was flushed, sweat gathering at the hairline. Continuing her slow evaluation, the Slayer tried to swallow in a suddenly dry throat. "Hey, baby, the lingerie looks a bit familiar."
"Well, I wanted to make sure I was properly dressed for my patient," Willow slid lower until her wetness pressed against the crotch of Buffy's pajamas. Both girls groaned at the contact. "Do you like it?"
"Oh, God, you can't tell?" Buffy panted. "Please, Will, help me out of the cow jammies. I need you to touch me."
The redhead scrambled from her perch and started to undo the buttons on the front of the Slayer's sleep shirt. It took far too long, but she finally slipped the spotted top off Buffy's shoulders. She sat transfixed at the sight of Buffy, topless, stretched out before her. "Oh, Goddess, Buffy. You are so beautiful." She forgot all about removing the matching pants. Stroking tentatively over one hardened nipple, the witch smiled in satisfaction at the hissed encouragement she received for her efforts.
Not wanting the other breast to feel neglected, Willow leaned down and slowly ran her warm tongue over the puckered nub. The Slayer arched violently at the contact. "Yes. Please, Will..."
"It's OK, baby. I'm right here. I've got you," the redhead murmured against her new toy. A wicked glint entered her eyes. Renewing her caresses, both oral and manual, Willow drove the blonde's desire higher. Knowing Buffy was too far gone to notice the change in sensation, Willow right hand slipped beneath the drawstring of the pajama pants while the witch continued to stimulate the smaller girl's breasts.
***
Faith stared at the blonde witch in exhaustion. Sweat dripped off her trembling body and the Slayer was devoutly glad she wouldn't need to move for several hours.
"Wanna go again?" Tara smirked at the useless mass of Slayer next to her.
The brunette didn't try to formulate an answer. Conserving the last of her energy, she simply shook her head. "Hmmm. Too bad. But, I suppose I should let you rest. You have a big day ahead of you."
"Oh, hell, Blondie. That's just some demon ass-kicking. Doesn't matter if he's some overgrown science experiment. I think I just had my 'big day' right here."
Laughing, Tara scooted closer to the younger girl, wrapping her securely in her arms. "You doing OK, sweetie?"
The brunette thought a moment before answering. Her voice lost its usual innuendo-laden cant when she said, "I've never been better, Tara." She smiled a bit when the witch's head came up at the sound of her full name. "You're pretty amazing, Witch." The Slayer lazily tucked blonde hair behind the older girl's ear. "How about you, T? You didn't let me scratch your itch more than a couple of times. You sure that's enough?"
Surprised at the concern evident in the husky voice, the blonde quickly answered, "I'm big on quality, not quantity, Slayer. You scored big in the first category, sweetie." She brushed her lips over the soft skin of Faith's shoulder. "We should probably get some sleep, Faith," she commented quietly.
"True, Blondie. You need to recharge your batteries before we find Adam."
Relaxing against the Slayer's warm body, Tara nestled her head onto the other girl's shoulder. As sleep tugged at her, the witch murmured just loud enough for the brunette's sensitive hearing to pick up, "I know we rushed things a bit, but, please, don't leave until we have a chance to talk." A yawn broke off the statement. Finally, several heartbeats later, the blonde whispered, "I love you, Slayer.
Faith closed her eyes at the quiet declaration. Tears trickled slowly down the sides of her face. Finally regaining some semblance of control over her raging emotions, the Slayer tenderly kissed the blonde head resting on her shoulder. "Ah, Blondie. I'm not worth your love."
***
A sharp knock yanked Tara from sleep. "Girls, breakfast is ready," Joyce's voice came through the door.
"Hell, Blondie, I thought you said you blocked the noise in this room." The Slayer's normally husky voice squeaked endearingly on the last words.
Muffling her laughter against Faith's smooth skin, the witch realized she had never been happier. Bringing shining eyes to meet the sleepy chocolate ones above her, the blonde explained, "The spell kept our sounds from disturbing the rest of the house. But, we needed to be able to hear outside noises in case something was wrong." Stretching and slowly untangling from the covers, Tara slid from the bed. Looking down at the younger girl, she couldn't resist the pouting lips. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she initiated a gentle exploration of the other girl's mouth.
Faith's hand slid through her hair, tugging her in closer. The Slayer tried to deepen the kiss, drawing the witch's body onto her own. But the blonde's hands flattened against her chest in clear refusal. Body humming with desire, she moaned, "What the hell, T? What's wrong with morning sex?"
Tara managed to keep her reaction internal. Despite knowing the Slayer wasn't ready to become emotionally involved in a relationship, it still hurt to hear their tender lovemaking referred to as sex. "Nothing wrong with it, sweetie. But Mrs. Summers and the gang will be heading downstairs for breakfast. We need to join them." She poked the concave stomach she leaned against. "I'm sure I heard this beast roar not too long ago." She pushed herself off the bed again, offering her hand to the prone brunette. "Come on, let's throw on some clothes and join everyone. We can shower after we eat."
***
Buffy and Willow were just emerging from the room down the hall when Tara and Faith headed to breakfast. The older witch noticed the power draining from the other room and couldn't restrain a bark of laughter. "Good morning," she greeted the other couple.
"Hey, Tara," Buffy said. The senior Slayer looked much better than the day before. "You guys sleep OK in the guest room?"
The witch felt Faith begin to answer, but Willow's voice broke in. "Oh, I'm pretty sure they managed just fine, baby." Green eyes stared fixedly at the bruises and teeth marks visible above the collar of the younger Slayer's shirt.
"Now, look, Red-" Faith began.
"No, Faith. It's OK. Will, I thought you were over this," Buffy commented. "Do we need to go back into the room so I can remind you who your girlfriend is again?"
Willow blushed furiously at the question. "Ah, no, no, we're good. Sorry, Faith," she mumbled.
Chuckling, the brunette slapped her sister Slayer on the back. "Gonna have to show me how you do that, B. Blondie here doesn't seem to understand whose supposed to be in charge."