FF Nka part Six

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Okay, we all know the drill...Disclaimer please.:-)

I don't own em...Joss does.:-) I merely use them for my own 
entertainment.:-) And I must say, I was very entertained this time.:-)
Heh.

The Voyager gang should appear next part, and they belong to Paramount, not 
to me, again.:-)

This is a B/W fic.:-)

Chapter six
Buffy stumbled into the dorm room, practically tripping over her own two 
feet as she did, and was surprised to see that Willow had fallen asleep with 
the light on. The red head was curled up on her side, facing the door, one 
hand was tucked under her cheek on the pillow, and Buffy thought she looked 
like an angel in her sleep. Making her way over to Willow?s bed, tripping 
over Willow?s shoes in the process, she sat on the side of the mattress, 
careful not to squish her sleeping roommate, and studied the gamine 
features. She could see tear tracks staining the too pale face, and 
puffiness in the closed eyes. It tore at her heart to know that Willow had 
been crying, and that she had caused it. "I?m a bad friend. I don?t deserve 
someone like you in my life." Buffy reflected aloud. Her fingers found the 
path Willow?s tears had taken, and traced it slowly. She marveled at how 
soft the skin felt under her fingers while she memorized the shape of her 
friends face.

Willow felt the touch in her subconscious mind, and it drew her up from her 
dream world. Caught between being asleep, and waking, Willow felt the bed 
being jostled, and then a weight settled around her shoulders and a soft 
breath could be felt against her neck. Breathing in, she could smell Buffy?s 
unmistakable scent mixed with the stronger aroma of beer. Her heart sped up, 
then settled into a steady, pulsing beat in her chest. She heard a soft sigh 
in her ear and she opened sleep dazed eyes, reluctantly. She sensed a 
distinct difference in her friend from how she had been earlier. "Buffy?" 
Willow whispered.

"I?m sorry, Will." Buffy breathed against the red head?s neck, not wanting 
to move from the warm, comfortable spot she had settled into. Her lips 
brushed against the tender skin as she spoke, and it sent a shock of 
awareness through them both.

"It?s okay, Buffy." Willow tried to reassure her gently, as she rubbed 
soothing circles on the Slayer?s back.

"No...no, it?s not." Buffy denied, feeling the weight of her guilt mingling 
with the desperation she felt. The overwhelming need to grab on to Willow 
and never let her go battling with the feeling that she was already too 
late. "You think I don?t like Tara for no reason, but it?s not true, Will. 
It isn?t." She insisted, feeling the form beneath her tense up at the words, 
but she couldn?t let it stop her. If she did, all was lost.

"What are you saying, Buffy?" Willow asked cautiously. She could feel the 
urgency in her friend, and she wasn?t sure she was ready for round two with 
her upset friend.

"I love you." Hearing the soft whisper made her heart stop beating. Whatever 
argument she had been expecting, this certainly wasn?t it.

"What?" She squeaked, wide-eyed as Buffy picked up her head to stare down 
into her eyes.

"I love you, Wills." The Slayer whispered again, sincerely, looking deep 
into the troubled green eyes. She saw the doubt and confusion mixing with 
something else, something that gave her a glimmer of hope. A returning gleam 
of cautious hope and love.

"But..." A half formed protest died on the Wiccan?s lips as they were 
touched by Buffy?s in a tender caress. The kiss didn?t last long, just long 
enough to release something she had kept hidden and trapped deep inside 
herself. A fire she had lit long ago for a mysterious, strange new girl, 
named Buffy Summers, and had kept hidden under a bushel so it wouldn?t be 
discovered.

She also tasted the beer on the Slayer?s lips and smelled it on her breath, 
and knew that her friend was either drunk or halfway there. And knew that it 
might be the cause for the unexpected declaration. She waited until Buffy 
had moved her head back again, then took a steadying breath.

"Are you drunk?" Green eyes peered into slightly glazed blue ones, catching 
the sudden guilt in them.

Looking like a scolded child, the Slayer dropped her eyes for a second, 
unable to maintain the connection as she answered the question. "No...I only 
had one...okay two." She said, her fingers betraying her by holding up 
three.

Willow heard Buffy?s words, and saw the unmatching number of digits and 
shook her head sadly. "Go to bed, Buffy. Sleep it off."

"What? No, Will. You?ve got to believe me. I really do love you, with all 
that I have and all that I am...Forever." The words were said so 
passionately, and so eloquently, at least coming from somebody that was 
slightly intoxicated, that Willow almost gave in on the spot to the inticing 
lips that spoke them. But there were two major trouble spots that she was 
having trouble seeing past.

"What about Riley? And Tara?"

"I don?t love either one of them." Buffy stated, shaking her head 
stubbornly. "I just love you." And before Willow could stop her, the Slayer 
started kissing her again, deepening the kiss before she had a real chance 
to protest.

It occurred to her, while she met the Slayer?s probing tongue with her own, 
that she really should be struggling, or at the very least protesting 
instead of idly giving in to the electrical surge that sang through her 
veins. But it felt so good, and she was so overwhelmed that she couldn?t 
quite make herself stop. Before she knew what was happening, she was helping 
Buffy pull her top off over her head. She absently noted as the Slayer 
tossed it aside where it ended up, but her attention was quickly brought 
back to the insistent mouth seeking her lips. The rest of their clothes got 
lost in a similar manner, taking only a second to break away from each other 
while they rid themselves of each others clothing, before returning to the 
others lips.

The two of them merged on the small bed, discovering new territory that they 
had previously only dreamed about. The haze Buffy?s head swam in was 
increased by the heady passion. She feasted on the sweet skin of her best 
friend, unable to believe this was really happening, and unwilling to let 
any inch of this sweet body go unexplored.

Willow had stopped thinking altogether, unable to process any kind of 
thoughts through the thick, pleasure filled daze that was consuming her. All 
she could feel was Buffy?s hands...all over her, and her unmitigated need to 
explore Buffy with the same amount of thoroughness.

Buffy spent long moments getting intimately acquainted with the soft peaks 
of Willow?s breasts, feeling her shake and shudder at the attention. Strong 
hands wound their way into the Slayer?s hair, and she felt them tighten 
convulsively on her scalp every time she sucked and nibbled on a sensitive 
nipple.

Willow felt herself tremble as Buffy?s lips trailed lower, grazing her 
abdomen with gentile strokes of her tongue. She knew where her friend would 
end up and it sent a jolt of trepidation mixed strongly with scorching heat 
through her. The first stroke of a warm rough tongue sent the hacker 
straight up, her hips bucking off the bed at the exquisite sensation.

Buffy had to grab hold of the thrashing hips, to keep her in place as she 
loved her with her tongue. As she stroked her lover?s clit with her tongue, 
she could feel warm, wet juices coating her chin, and brought her tongue 
down to get her first taste. She tasted quite wonderful, Buffy decided, as 
she lapped at the copious wetness.

Willow felt like she was going to come apart at the seams at any second, and 
a low keening sounded in her ears...she was so wrapped up in the throbbing, 
pulling sensation that was happening in her groin that it took a few moments 
before she realized she was the one making the sound. She could feel Buffy?s 
excitement in the warm wetness the Slayer was leaving on her leg, and it 
only added to the wave of passion that was taking her higher. She peered 
over the abyss for a long, terrifying moment, before she felt Buffy taking 
her over the edge, her whole body tightening with the ecstasy that was 
washing over her.

Buffy knew when Willow went over the edge, the added moisture being only her 
first clue as the low noise her lover had been making all along escalated 
into a sharp pitch and she could hear her name being echoed by the four 
walls that encircled them. The total joy of sending her best friend over the 
edge, sent Buffy into her own orgasm and she gasped sharply, her body doing 
its own dance of convulsions on Willow?s leg as she came.

Somehow, Buffy found the strength to crawl back up her friend?s body, to 
kiss her one more time before she fell limply on top of her, satiation and 
exhaustion, not to mention the beers she had drank earlier, sending her into 
a deep, dreamless sleep.

Willow watched her in startled amazement for a moment, her head spinning as 
she came down from the high place Buffy had took her to only seconds before, 
and leaving her with a myriad of emotions to wade through.

In one night, Buffy had opened a place in her heart that she had thought 
locked up permanently. But as much as she wanted to bask in the incredible 
discovery, she knew they would face a few problems on their way to wherever 
this new road took them. What to do about Tara was forefront in her brain, 
but feeling the exhaustion overcoming her, she decided tomorrow would be 
soon enough to figure everything out. She curled herself around her new 
lover?s body, settling into the warmth as she drifted off to sleep.
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