Remember Me?
by Lost
Chapter Five
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When Buffy awoke she found herself lying on a couch, the others were all standing around the table discussing. "There must be another way." Giles said as he took off his glasses to wipe them.
Willow sighed in exasperation at the familiar motion. "We can't let her get bombarded by all these memories, from the bits and pieces that she's told me are getting thrown her way, she's liable to get hurt. And I will NOT have my wife getting hurt when there's a way that we can prevent it." Willow said with a tone in her voice that left little or no argument.
"Willow, while I understand you wanting to have her memory back have you stopped and thought that possibly the reason why she can't remember is because she's not meant to? At least not for a little bit. Maybe there actually IS a reason behind all of this?" Dawn asked with a tinge of exasperation in her voice.
"If there's a way to return her memory I think we should do it!" The redhead argued back.
"Yes, but if it involves something of this nature, I really do think that we should find another way, especially since she doesn't exactly remember having had this kind of a relationship with you before." The watcher said as he took a sip of his tea.
Two years in the future:
The older Buffy looked down through the glowing orb. Finally someone was realizing that the memories were coming on too quickly. Maybe there would be a way to save them after her. She sighed as she turned back to the book she was reading. It was written in an ancient language that slightly resembled Sanskrit, but with more of an Egyptian twist. Under the orb was a glass bowl that seemed to be filled with nothing but water. Until one looked closer. It was bubbling, as if a flame had been lit beneath it, although none had. She absent mindedly stuck the glass stick poker into the boiling liquid and glanced back towards the orb. She could only hope that Giles would be smart enough to figure out that the spell had gone horribly wrong.
Present:
Buffy lay still, pretending that she hadn't heard the group discussion that was happening behind her. She mulled over her thoughts and all that she had learned from her memory flashes as from what Willow had supplied her with. Something was happening to her, and it was something that she could possibly prevent. She decided what that she'd listen to the group and see if they figure out exactly what she would do to rid herself of these memory flashes once and for all.
"First of all, I'm not trying to get her to have sex with me so that I can get a happy, let me say that. If my wife is in danger just because she can't remember that she's the one who's supposed to be fighting all of these vampires, then I'm going to do whatever it takes to get her back." She countered.
"Oh and of course it has nothing to do with you just wanting to make sure that she's gay again. Sure that's not it huh Will?" Xander asked with a bit of resentment in his voice. Even though he did have kids and a wife of his own, a part of him had never given up on the fact that Buffy might, just might be inclined towards the more masculine of the two best friends.
"Xand, get over it!! She's gay." Dawn said; voicing her opinion for the first time in the conversation.
"Willow I not only think it's a bad idea because of the ramifications that it may have upon the two of yours relationship, but what if what this book says is not true? What then? What if that makes whatever spell it is that's only Buffy only accelerates itself?" Giles raised his eyebrows at he asked the question.
"It won't Giles; the book says that the only way to reverse the spell is to have had an act of love with her soul mate. We already know who that is; we did that spell years ago back when we were dealing with Angel...." Willow said as she glared at the older man.
"Uuhm, not to interrupt guys, but it's getting kind of midnight-ish. Don't you think we should call it a night and finish this off in the morning?" Dawn asked as she began to close her own book after placing a bookmark firmly in place. "We're all tired, and arguing isn't going to get us anywhere."
They all nodded their agreements and started placing their books away. Buffy pretended to be asleep as she felt herself being lifted (by whom she didn't know) and then placed into what she assumed was a bed. She drifted off to sleep as she thought about all that she had just heard, taking into account the tones of voices that had all been used between the group, almost as if they were used to having to solve problems of this nature on a daily basis.
Buffy awoke in that same bed, only this time not by herself. She hadn't even reached over but she already knew exactly who it was that curled around her side. She rolled over, making sure that the redhead's arms stayed encases around her. She stared for a few minutes at the sleeping form of her wife before taking a deep breath as though steadying herself and leaned forward; placing the first kiss she could remember over the redhead's lips. It hit her like a jolt of lightening. There was nothing about this kiss that seemed to be at all normal; it seemed... like it was the best feeling in the whole world. At first all she felt was the redhead's lips upon her own and then, without even thinking about it, she deepened the kiss.
As soon as the kiss grew more passionate, the redhead began to stir. Her arms moved first, and then the rest of her body began to respond. Willow's arms began to encircle the blonde even more, although, admittedly one of them did begin to move a little bit more to the south of the blonde's body. Buffy reached her hand back, entangling it into the red locks of her soon to be lover. The two pressed their bodies together in ways that it felt as if the blonde had only dreamt about. She sighed in relief as she felt her shirt quickly removed and pulled Willow's small top over herself as well. She smiled contentedly, and pressed their two bodies back together. The felling of skin on skin made the blonde feel even hotter than she had when she first kissed the redhead. She felt Willow's hand as it began to slide down her pants, and cup her mound. Green eyes asked acceptance before she nodded, however slightly it may have been, and she felt Willow's fingers dive into her. She let out a quiet gasp and Willow kissed her to silent the gasp.
It wasn't long before the band on her pajama pants were slowly slid down and she felt the redhead's kisses start to move down her body. She kissed her way down Buffy's color bone before lightly suckling on her breasts. The kisses continued on past that though as she made her way down the blonde's body. Willow nipped at Buffy's hip bones and felt Buffy's hips rise in anticipation. Although before she buried her face in the neatly trimmed soaked blonde hair, she kissed her way down to the blonde's knee caps. Then softly sucked her way up to Buffy core. She paused for a moment before diving in; it seemed the thing to do as the blonde shuddered in pleasure when the redhead softly let out a breath. Then she dove in, her tongue separating the blonde's nether lips and quickly finding her clitoris. All the while her fingers kept working, kept softly petting and brushing her nipples, letting her short nails trail her way down the blonde's side's giving her goose bumps.
For her part the blonde's fingers grabbed onto the red hair. Both holding her in place and pushing her down towards what they both knew would be her ultimate goal. "Oh Will." She managed to breathe out before the redhead stopped her ministrations down in the blonde's nether regions. She stared up at the blonde from her oh so comfortable positions between the blonde's legs.
"What Baby, what do you want?" She asked her voice husky with her own wanting.
"You." Buffy managed to breathe out again. "Inside of me." She said as she pulled Willow up and crashed their lips together precariously. Willows nimble fingers took up where her tongue had left off as she slowly brought the blonde towards climax. As a wave of moisture covered her hand she felt Buffy reach down and roughly shove her fingers into Willows sopping wet slit. It didn't take much for the red to reach her climax; it seemed as if Buffy knew exactly what buttons to push to drive the redhead wild. Two hours later, two much sedated, very very tired lovers lay in each others arms, with covers strewn about them in a rather precarious manner and drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Okay, so I've been getting requests for some wiffy smoochies. What do you think? This is the first really sex type scene that I've written. Reviews pls?- L.