Thirteen Steps -8- The Package
by Valyssia
NC-17 Content - Deleted Sex Scene
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This occurs on the day the girls go to inspect the house. Again I pulled it because it made the story flow better and ultimately it gave me an opportunity to post this to a wider audience. I figured that not all of my stuff should be slash...silly me.
"Yes... It's quite beautiful. I wasn't sure about the mosaic, tile but now I see it...very nice...and I think that tub will fit the two of us quite comfortably. It's like a small hot tub... I can't wait..." Willow said as a broad, evil grin overtook her features.
"I'm not so good with the waiting, either," Buffy purred as she went to lock the door. Returning, she pushed Willow against the window, pinning her firmly to the glass. The Slayer kissed her witch fiercely while working to free her breasts from the bodice she wore. Buffy reached behind the redhead, hastily loosening the laces and unhooked the front causing the offensive item to drop to the floor.
"Oh my goddess..." Willow moaned as Buffy stretched her sheer gauze peasant blouse below her breasts and swept a nipple into her mouth with her tongue.
Buffy ran her hand up under the witch's skirt, caressing the soft flesh as she went with her nails and fingertips. She ran her tongue up Willow's chest to her neck, starting to kiss and nibble the supple skin, as her hand arrived at its goal. "You naughty girl...no underwear...? Shame on you, Willow," she whispered into her lover's ear as she fondled the warm, wet folds of flesh.
Panting, Willow managed to groan, "I'm a good girl..."
"And a garter belt? I wish I'd watched you dress this morning... Very, very, sexy..." the Slayer whispered, brushing her teeth against Willow's ear, she inserted two fingers into her witch.
"You can watch me undress...all good things in time, my love," Willow said with a soft gasp.
Buffy pressed herself against her lover, moving her left hand around the small of Willow's back to steady her. She started to move her body in a gentle cadence, using her thigh to support the witch as she slumped a little settling into the gentle rhythm.
Willow took her Slayer's face in her hands, caressing the supple skin and hair as she leaned in to kiss her lovingly. She moved her hands up under Buffy's sweater clinging to her back desperately as the tempo increased.
"More?" Buffy whispered into Willow's ear.
Quivering against the glass, Willow fought to say, "Yes," in a soft growl, as she ran her teeth along the scar on Buffy's neck.
As Buffy slid another finger in, her lover's body erupted... The Slayer held Willow tight to steady her, as she caught the cascade of light and seized it, continuing the sharp, fast rhythm.
Willow's body tensed against the Slayer as she cried out in delight, running her nails hard down her lover's back. Then she crumpled to the floor as Buffy carefully guided her.
Buffy sat down in front of her witch, gently cradling her as she whispered into her ear, "You know, I love you."
"And I love you..." Willow replied in a silky voice as she reached to cup the side of her Slayer's face, pulling her into another tender kiss.
"This is going to be wonderful... The house could be a peasant's shack for all I care, as long as I could share it with you," Buffy said in a soft, thoughtful voice.
Gazing deeply into her lover's dark eyes, Willow said, "Mr. Giles knows what we sacrificed...he understands the prices we paid. He loves us and wants to find happiness as we can. We're his family."
"I love him too...not sure I've ever told him...not sure I need to." Buffy said in a matter-of-fact tone, staring thoughtfully out the window.
Willow rose to her feet and smiled mischievously. Reaching down she tugged the Slayer up to face her, pushing her into the glass. "You're not going to get by with that," she growled as she pulled Buffy's sweater over her head, catching her wrists as they rose above her head and pinning them to the glass.
"I'm not? I thought I already did?" Buffy smirked.
Giggling, Willow reached around to unfasten her lover's bra. Releasing Buffy's arms she let the garment fall to the floor and began to work at her jeans as she leaned in for a soft sensuous kiss.
"Oh hush..." she whispered between kisses as she moved to the Slayer's jaw line, capturing her arms again, the witch forced them over her head, crossing her wrists, and pinning them in place with her left hand. Moving on to her lover's neck she gently began to caress the soft skin with her mouth and tongue.
A soft groan escaped Buffy's lips, as Willow slowly ran her nails down the length of her chest and stomach. She felt the witch slide a hand inside her jeans. Tensing as she felt her lover slip smoothly inside her. The rhythm was very soft and subtle to start...tender...loving... The Slayer felt like she might melt into her witch's warm body as she held her.
Releasing the Slayer's arms, Willow let them drape around her as she caught her lips in a loving kiss. Repositioning her left hand to the small of Buffy's back, and stroked the supple skin as she increased the languid tempo. Tiny circles...she thought absently as she moved her hand.
Buffy felt like her whole body might slip into a puddle; she placed her head on Willow's shoulder, her body felt alive with energy, like it was tingling. She tensed as the momentum increased again. The Slayer moved to the witch's neck and whispered; "More?" in a soft purr as she took the tender flesh into her mouth and gently bit down.
"I want to taste you..." Willow sighed quietly into the Slayer's ear. She slipped her hand free and stooping, removed Buffy's clothing. Standing, she shed her skirt and with a flourish let it fall to the floor like a blanket. The witch guided her partner onto the makeshift bed and lying on top of her delivered another hungry kiss.
Buffy seized the hem of the gauze blouse, pulling it off, as Willow moved back to her knees. "I was right," she remarked with smile, considering the witch.
Taking the sweater Willow folded it into a square and gently slid the garment under Buffy's head with a subtle smirk. The smirk gave way to a wicked grin as the witch ran her nails down her lover's body, from collarbone to thighs in a harsh weaving pattern, leaving red welts in her wake.
Buffy's back arched and a gasp escaped her lips.
Willow pressed her lover's thighs to the floor forcing her hips to tilt forward. She leaned in to gently caress Buffy's sex with her mouth. Collecting a delicate lip she suckled the supple flesh, shifting slightly, she followed the silky valley and entered her lover. Tasting...savoring...caressing... Listening to the soft moans...feeling the tingling skin...
Buffy moaned, reaching up for something to hold onto and fumbling when she found nothing. She moved her hands to Willow's shoulders, taking hold of the witch.
Slowly, deliberately the witch ran her tongue the length of her Slayer's sex and settled applying pressure to the sensitive little bundle as she slid three fingers inside.
Arching her back, Buffy cried out, "Willow," in a loud growl, as her body started to shudder and tense. She dug her fingers into flesh of her lover's shoulders.
The sensation caused Willow to tremble in turn as she started a slow, firm rhythm, each thrust causing them both to quiver. She pressed down with her lips, flicking the sensitive little mass sharply with her tongue.
Concentrating through the raw sensation Buffy muttered the words to open their thoughts. She projected the warmth she felt to Willow in a single phase, the best we have... I love you. As she considered how the words let her down, why is the English language so limited?
Because it is a language of commerce...not emotion, Willow returned, increasing the cadence and the pressure. She felt the Slayer's body convulse and arch. I can feel it precious...the non-verbal sort of communication, is much more effective. She opened herself to her lover...sharing her gift... Raw empathy...feel that?
Yes... Buffy thought, with a tremble as she heard Willow return, And, I love you.
Tenderly...slowly...I want you to feel this...just feel, Willow reflected as she increased the pressure slightly with her lips and started drawing circles over the delicate mass with her tongue. She felt Buffy convulsing beneath her as she sensed, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Yes...more... The witch whispered internally as she intensified the rhythm and pressure.
The Slayer growled, as she stopped herself from putting any more pressure on the delicate skin in her hands.
Increasing the cadence again, sweat started to bead on Willow's face as she bore down with her mouth flicking the tiny bundle with her tongue.
Goddess, yes... More... Much, much, more, Buffy thought as her body caught fire.
The witch captured the moment and froze it as she thought again feel...
Sighing out Willow's name as the moment passed, Buffy lay still feeling her witch slip free. Reaching down the Slayer collected her in a tender embrace. Your knees are killing you love...lay on me... This tile is very much of the bad, she thought as she stroked the side of her lover's face.
Yeah...it's pretty horrible, Willow reflected with a soft smirk. We need a bed...
Yeah...and a smaller audience, Buffy thought with a chuckle.
"Oh my... I forgot we weren't alone...this is going to be really embarrassing," Willow whispered as her face started to color.
"Not my fault...well maybe it is...but well...I was coerced," Buffy laughed.
Willow gently rose, chucking softly she replied in a wry voice, casting a glance at Buffy, "Yeah...you look very innocent... Like a cat with a mouthful of feathers." Starting to blush again, she turned to the sink to appraise herself.
"Yeah... You might want to splash your face. Your hair and skin are about the same shade," the Slayer said with a smirk, as she stood up handing Willow her skirt, taking in the view. "Wow! Sexy was right...again... You'd better get dressed before...well..." she whispered, moving behind the witch and putting her arms around her. Her right hand drifted down to cover the patch of soft red hair, while her left found a firm breast. Buffy started to tease, as she considered their image in the mirror. "This could go on all day...hope they were done in here."
Moaning Willow fell back into the Slayer's arms, releasing the skirt, she reached her arms back draping herself onto Buffy, as she felt the fingers press gently inside.
Goddess... Look at us, love... Buffy thought as she began a gentle cadence and pinched down on her lover's nipple with her index and forefinger.
Willow moaned and opened her eyes, watching as Buffy gently made love to her. Her face was still flushed, but this time it was passion. She turned slightly and arched her back more stretching to kiss her Slayer. The effort was rewarded by a hungry kiss, as the rhythm increased.
The redhead turned back to face the mirror, she raised her right foot, resting it against the vanity top.
Buffy caught her neck, nibbling and caressing the soft skin. She increased the pressure and pace of her thrusts and Willow cried out, "Buffy, oh goddess!" in low growl.
Buffy met Willow's gaze in the mirror as her lover's muscles tensed and released...convulsing...shaking...quivering... Capturing the energy, she held it and drew it in...
I can't even begin to describe how beautiful you are, she though to herself, as she cradled the witch in her arms, and gently kissed her neck... I don't know what I'd do without you...how I lived without you...
Willow turned to face the Slayer, pulling her into a tight embrace. Let's not find out... It's amazing...when you're happy, there's always an undercurrent of dread and grief, as you wait for the world to take it from you.
It's because it always does... Part of me feels like I put you in terrible danger with that first kiss and I've been keeping you there with every one since, Buffy admitted with no small effort. The idea left her feeling wounded, as she stood considering Willow.
Don't worry about me Buffy... I can, and will defend you, and myself... You understand...you've watched... You know what I'm capable of, Willow thought as she reached down, collecting her skirt and blouse. Shaking them out, she put them back on. The redhead moved to the sink to wash up and picked up the bodice, she put the garment on and hooked the front as Buffy came up behind her to cinch the laces and tie it down. Finally, she ran her fingers through her damp hair, trying to fluff it away from her face and turned to regard the Slayer.