The Glue That Makes Us Sticky

by HeatherSin

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Title: The Glue That Makes Us Sticky
Author: Heather Sinclair (Heather@buffysboudoir.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: B/W
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Archive: Anyone who wants it can take it. Just tell me where it goes
Spoilers: Discussions With Dead People
Disclaimer: Joss owns the character's etc. Blah Blah Blah
Summary: Willow returns home after the incident at the library and is telling Buffy what happened.

 
 
 
Broken Willow

"And then she just folded up in a gloopy flesh kinda ball and poofed away."

Tears had been falling throughout her entire story. My heart was breaking for my best friend. No one should have to go through an experience like that. Especially so soon after ...

She leaned into me, sobbing softly on my shoulder. I did what any friend would do, I consoled her.

"I'm so sorry, Wil."

I pulled her back with me as I relaxed on the couch. Her legs folded up and she cuddled against my breast, trying to relax and let the evening's events drift from her soul.

It hurt to see her in this condition again; reliving all of the pain. Willow was having a tough enough time living day after day without her lover beside her. Tara was her stout tree from which she leaned upon whenever she had any doubts. Now there's only me.

My fingers threaded through her hair, softly petting her worries away. My lips continued whispering condolences and platitudes more for my own peace of mind than for any good it would do the trembling body laying in my arms.

Sunnydale's newest bad guy wasn't a creature that I could just ram a stake into; it was evil. Something that could reach into our minds and twist our most precious thoughts against us. It had reopened a scar on Willow's psyche and bled the wound until my little Willow was down and broken again.

I gathered her in my arms and headed toward the stairs. She needed rest more than anything else, right now. Discussing this at night seemed even more depressing. Like we should be whispering in the shadows instead of screaming in the light of day for retribution as we should be doing. The morning will be much better.

She whimpered slightly as I pulled her closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder as I ascended the stairs. We'll get it Willow. I swear when I find out what did this, I'll hold it down and let you deliver the final blow.

When we reached the second floor landing I started to turn to my old room, her's now.

"Buffy," she whispered and clutched a handful of my blouse, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Can I ..."

I smiled. "Of course you can."

She released a shortly held breath against my neck in relief. "Thanks."

Dawn's door was still open when we passed. I stopped briefly to check on her and pulled it closed. My bedroom light was off; mainly because I hadn't taken the time to replace the bulb. Every light in the house had been blown out along with most of the windows. I had enough time to board up the windows and replace a few bulbs before Willow made it home, the bedroom bulb not being one of them.

Moonlight shone through the one window in the bedroom that made it through the storm, giving enough light to see the bed so that I could lay my friend down.

From the look on her face I think she was well on her way to dreamland. Dear God, please let her dream good dreams tonight. She deserves that much.

I pulled out a t-shirt from the dresser drawer and made my way to the master bathroom. Flicking the switch, I was rewarded with light. Yea, me. The warm shower that followed help melt away the night's worries and relax me enough to where I was sure I could sleep away most of the day tomorrow.

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One more check around the house to make sure everything was secure and I was ready for bed. I reached the bedroom and noticed sometime within the last hour, Willow had crawled under the sheets. A soft sound of heavy breathing let me know she was well into a relaxing sleep.

I slid under the sheets and laid my head down. My eyes fell across Willow's hair covering her face. I reached over as stealthily as I could and slid a finger, drawing the fallen tresses back behind her ear.

Apparently I wasn't as stealthy as I thought. Feeling my touch, Willow moved closer, snuggled up and laid her head on my shoulder.

Oh boy. Don't freak, Buffy. She's not making the moves; just getting comfortable, and for god's sake if anyone needs the comfort ...

I closed my eyes and tried to relax; willing myself to fall asleep. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep. You are getting sleepier, you are getting sleepier. Her warm breath slid across my neck sending goosebumps down my skin.

Whoa, Nelly!

The scent of strawberries filled the air. It's just her shampoo, Buffy. Chill out and go to sleep.

Then a thought came into my mind. This was Willow's and Tara's bed. This is where they did ... this is where ... this is where they *slept* ... that's all!

You're fooling yourself, Buffy. They bounced in this bed. And now Willow is back and her lips are not even an inch away from your ... stop! You aren't gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Your best friend is gay and you love her like ... correct that, you really like her like a best friend.

I felt her nuzzle closer into my neck.

She's .... her lips ... are on my neck.

"Mmmmm."

She's asleep, Buffy. Maybe she's just dreaming of Tara. That's it. She's dreaming of Tara and the times they spent in this bed. Just relax and go to sleep.

What was that?

It's her lips again. Dammit!

I backed away and turned my head. I had to reassure myself that she was just dreaming. However it seems that I didn't back away far enough. When I turned my head our noses touched signaling to some spot in her subconscious mind that she was kissing Tara, I'm sure, 'cause her lips parted and her tongue snaked out running along my bottom lip.

My mind raced into overdrive waking up the rest of my body, reacting without thinking, following suit to her proffered tease by reacting in kind. My eyes closed and my lips went with what was natural, returning her kiss with one just as soft and endearing.

What are you doing, Buffy? This is your best friend in the whole world, not to mention she's a she and you are kissing her.

Tension ran along my body and it wasn't from my own muscles. I felt her body stiffen and pull back. Okay, she's awake and you are soooo dead.

I felt her fall back further. "Buffy?"

Thank all of the gods in the universe that the lights were not working.

"Uh ... yeah."

"Did I ... "

"Willow, listen ..."

She drew back to the other side of the bed. "Oh, Buffy. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to ... I was dreaming ... I thought it was Tara."

I reached out and stopped her from jumping from the bed. "Wil, it's okay."

"But ..."

I pulled her back. "Get back here and relax. I'm not going to bite you."

I could see the shadow of her face, timed and afraid.

"Uh, Wil, in case you didn't notice, I didn't mind."

A rush of breath escaped her mouth and her shoulders dropped.

"Buffy, are you ..."

There's the big question of the night; revelation time. What are you going to say, Buffy.

"Wil ... I'm not anything. The only thing I am is your friend."

She let that sit between us for a moment.

"But ... you kissed me."

I nodded slightly. "Yeah." I breathed.

She inched back slowly. "So ... do you maybe want to ... you know ... kiss me again?"

I hoped she could see my smile. "Yeah."

 
 
Chapter 2

 
"Buffy can I borrow your red crop ... uh oh."

I held a finger to my lips for Dawn to shut her trap. Willow hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Not for the reasons you think. We just kissed ... well for the most part.

I slowly slipped my arm out from under her and rose from the bed. After shooing Dawn out of the room I followed soon after and closed the door.

"What is it with your inability to date someone normal?"

I smacked her on the back of the head as we went downstairs.

"We aren't dating, Dawn."

"Just sex then, huh."

She ducked away from my attempt at another smack.

"We did not have sex." I sighed. "She didn't want to be alone after last night."

Dawn nodded as she snagged a bagel from the bread box.

"So that's why her hand was on your ..."

"Dawn!"

She shrugged. "Look I don't care if you switched teams, just don't tell anyone at school about it. I have a hard enough time with you being my sister ..."

It was useless.

"Anyone home?"

Xander.

"Holy twisted tornados, Batman. What happened here?"

I looked out to the entryway and motioned him to the kitchen. "We're in here."

He sauntered back. "Is everyone okay? What happened last night?"

Dawn put her bagel down. "Mom came for a visit, a demon ghosty thing wrecked the house, Buffy staked a vamp, Willow got a visit from that psychotic chick that killed herself ..."

"Psychic, and she had heart failure she didn't kill herself." I corrected.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, psychic chic is all channeling Tara 'cept it isn't Tara. It was the thing that's gonna eat us from below ... oh and Buffy's gay."

This may very well be the first time that I have ever seen Xander speechless. "I'm not gay!"

He looked back and forth between Dawn and I several times. Dawn just chewed her food, trying to give Xander a toothy smile.

He started to say something but it just came out, "Joyce, Tara, gay?"

Dawn nodded. "Don't forget about the demon ghosty thing that trashed the house."

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "School, ride, now."

My evil sister laughed. "We'll work on three syllable words later, bye Buffy."

I just growled. "Bye, twerp."

Xander followed her out of the kitchen then turned around and stuck his head back in. "Gay?"

My arm shot out, finger extended. "School!"

He nodded and ran after Dawn.

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I sat the tray on the unoccupied side of the bed, loaded down with Capt. Crunch, orange juice, unburned toast with jelly and a daisy that I got from the back yard. Hey, who says I can't be domesticated when I want?

Well I could shake her and wake her up that way or ...

"Nnnnnn."

I leaned in closer and flicked her ear with my tongue. "Oh, Willow that was soooo good. Can we do it again?" I whispered with as much raw sex in my voice as I could; which in retrospect was not such a good idea.

Her head came flying up and connected with mine. I was sure there was an audible clunk echoing around the room.

"Owww!" We both groaned.

Well not so much me. Heck I got hit across the head with an ivory statuette last night by a psychiatric vampire with an attitude. A little bonk with my best friend shouldn't have hurt as much ... uh, let me rephrase that.

Willow's lower lip was pouting out while she rubbed her head. I was waiting for her to connect the dots: my bed, breakfast, sexy voice waking her up in a suggestive way. It didn't happen right away, but once the throbbing went down I think it finally hit her.

"Buffy ... did ... did we?"

The look on my face was precious, I'm sure. "Huh? Did we what?"

The tension fell from her shoulders. "Oh good, I must have dreamed ..."

I didn't let her finish her sentence. Instead I covered her mouth with mine. She froze. My eyes were closed, but I could tell from her body language that she was wide eyed and waiting for the truck with the bright lights to run her down.

My tongue ran the outline of her lips, coaxing them open slowly with its unending tenacity. Finally she yielded and we shared our first morning kiss. Soft and treasured, I heard her moan in my mouth.

I pulled back slowly breaking something that felt so incredibly right it scared me. Willow's eyes were still closed as I watched her take in the last sensations of what we just shared.

"Buffy," she said with her eyes still closed, "did I ever tell you that I was a morning person?"

I don't remember that.

"Wil, you're just as hard to get up as I am; totally useless until your first cup of ... oh."

Her hand came around grasping firmly at the back of my neck; pulling me down again to her waiting lips. I let her guide me down and take the more aggressive role. But first ...

"Wil."

She stopped running her tongue along my jaw and looked at me.

"Oh, Buffy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean. I thought ..."

I smiled and put my fingers to her lips.

"Willow. I want to, but I need you to show me. I've never ... "

She half smiled half smirked. "Does this mean we can't use the eggbeater?"

 
 
Chapter 3

(Willow)

She was trembling under my touch. There are very few things that scare the Slayer, but maybe for this once it wasn't the Slayer that I was touching, perhaps it was just Buffy. Our eyes were locked in a sensual embrace that first time lovers share, consciously letting the other know that this encounter was meaningful and loving. In this situation I was the powerful one ... the slayer of her inhabitations.

Her eyes moistened and darted away.

"Shhhhh." My right hand cupped her jaw and calmly stroked the cheekbone. "Don't be afraid. Just do what comes natural."

She laughed out a breath of air. "Natural? Wil, I'm haven't ever had a natural relationship."

I smiled softly. "Then we'll take this slow. Take off your robe."

She accommodated me without comment.

"Now I'm going to lay down and I want you to snuggle up."

She did as instructed, pulling her hair back and laying just under my chin with her leg atop both of mine, her arm encircling just underneath my breasts. After a moment she sighed.

"This is nice."

I stroked her hair, running my fingertips carefully through. Then she caught me off guard.

"Wil, I'm not trying to take the place of Tara. I would never ..."

"Shhhh. Just relax."

She did so.

"Tara knew how much I loved you, Buffy."

She didn't exactly stiffen under my touch in so much as she shifted uncomfortably.

"You were my first love ... girl wise."

I second or two went after my revelation.

"How long?"

I laughed lightly. "Oh, pretty much when you said 'Hi, I'm Buffy.' I just didn't understand what I was feeling until I met Tara."

She squeezed me tightly. "I love you, Wils."

She softened after that and we began our lovemaking. Buffy was a natural. My tongue and I explored every inch of her skin savoring the natural taste. Her moans and occasional yips of pleasure were all the encouragement I needed to bring her to the brink of orgasm, but I wanted her to enjoy the giving as well so I held her off.

It seems as if I teased a little too much, because she lifted me up and tossed me to the other side of the bed, knocking the breakfast to the floor. I giggled naughtily.

"Teasing witch!"

I pulled her head down to my breast. "Sticks and stooooooonesss will break my bones, but your tongue willlllll ... ohhh ... "

So much for that. She spent little time teasing me and went right down to business. Not that I minded. Heck, I think I was more keyed up than she was . My back arched when her tongue hit my happy spot, shoving my hips downward, applying even more pressure and sending me over the edge with a scream.

I'm easy, I forgot to tell you. Nope, doesn't take much at all to ... ohhh.

My hands filtered through her hair and pushed her harder into my sex. She eagerly accommodated me, pulling my thighs further apart.

"Mmmmmm." She murmured.

I nearly jumped off of the bed.

"Oh my!! Do that again."

She stopped for a second. "Mmmmmm."

She was humming lightly and it was sending tiny shockwaves through me.

"Oh Goddess, yes!"

I could feel pressure extending though my body unlike anything I had ever felt. I was too close to passing out and I hadn't even given Buffy one release.

"Buf ... Buffy. Turn around, I want you, but for heaven's sake don't stop."

I heard her giggle, and felt her body move quickly, straddling my face and setting down abruptly on my mouth. She tasted so sweet. It was more than a pleasure to return her newly learned ministrations. My fingernails dug into her firm cheeks and kneaded the yielding flesh. Her thighs pressed against either side of my face. I could feel her need as passionately as my own. The need to be one flesh, the need to share one soul, the need to please the other with as much pleasure as each was receiving.

That inner pressure returned after a brief pause in bodily arrangements and it pressed outward encompassing my new lover in it's glow. I thought it was our passion that was making me see stars, but it was something else, magic maybe.

Buffy's skin was glowing faintly and from the looks of things mine was too.

"Willow?" Buffy asked me wearingly.

As she spoke the glow faded.

"Don't stop, Buffy. It's magic." I explained.

It was all the encouragement she needed.

Normally I would have my eyes closed at a time like this, but I wanted to experience the glow as well. It was growing with each passing second, strengthening with our passion. It finally let myself go and stretched outward with my senses, feeling the connection between the Buffy and myself.

My eyes could stay open any longer. The energy was too intense. It enveloped both of us at the height of our passion so much so that we both screamed and filled the air with our union.

Somewhere in the distance I heard glass shatter.

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(Buffy)

I was the first to wake. Willow and I were laying side by side in opposite directions. Why were we ... oh.

I tried to sit up but was daunted by the intense muscle pain I experienced. It felt like I had gone twenty rounds with as many vampires. I was sore.

Small movements weren't as bad so I inched around to check on Willow. Her breathing was stable and she looked as if she had went through the same workout as had I.

"Willow?"

I heard a brief moan and saw her eyes flutter open.

"Owww." She complained.

I laid back down and sighed. "So this is lesbian love."

Willow groaned. "Normally its more Mmmm and less Owww."

I could feel my slayer metabolism going into high gear fixing what
ailed my body. A little stretching seemed to help my arms and back
and it was good since I didn't have to actually get out of bed to
perform those moves.

"Stretch, Wil. It helps."

She tried, but it was useless.

"Here, let me help you."

I reached down to her leg and tried to lift it up. Damn, I'm going to
have to sit up. I did so and placed my body between Willow's legs;
remembering a limbering move from cheerleading. I took each of her
legs, laid them on my shoulders and leaned forward stretching the
backs of her thighs. One thing I never noticed about Willow was how
limber she was. I had to push her legs up to her head to get a decent
reaction out of her. And while I was there ...

Her eyes unscrunched from the effort and opened to find me waiting,
inches from her face. A smirk that I had come to love crossed her
features when she realized the position we were in.

"Did I ever tell you what Tara got me for Christmas two years ago?"

Our lips met in renewed frenzy. Not long after, she showed me the
present.

So much for getting out of bed today.

End.



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