>>>>Repost<<<<<< >>Hi. >>Could somebody PLEASE send me part 1 of this PLEASE! >>Thanks, >>James --- Hey guys I'm back, with the next in my long line of stories.:-) Here's the first part...enjoy.:-) Wonderful Days...Glorious Nights by Shyfox Disclaimer: The characters of B:TVS belong to Joss Whedon, I do not intend to make money off of this little venture, just have a little fun and give the girls a nice ride as well.:-) This picks off where Kirayoshi's "Stranger in her eyes", left off...he gave me four Honeymoon days left to play with...so I'm gonna play with em.:-) Enjoy. Let me tell ya bout the way she loves me. Oooh, I want the world to know. I'm crazy about the way she love me. Oooh, I'm proud to let it show. I'll have this feeling to the day that I day. when I hear my baby calling. A simple motion, the look in her eyes. And I'm helplessly falling. I give over all of somebody else. For any piece of her heart that's left. She knows me better than I know myself. Let me tell ya bout the way she loves me. Oooh, I want the world to know. I'm crazy about the way she love me. Oooh, I'm proud to let it show. I came close to letting this dream pass me by. Just like a fool second guessing. I could have spent my life wondering why. I didn't cherish the blessing. If I'd had known she'd come my way. The lonely nights would have been okay. I have a promise that she's going to stay. Let me tell ya bout the way she loves me. Oooh, I want the world to know. I'm crazy about the way she love me. Oooh, I'm proud to let it show. Nobody else could do me so right. A breath of heaven on my darkest night. I'm going to hold her with all of my might. Richard Marx The way she loves me Buffy woke up slowly, recognizing the posh hotel room Giles had booked the newlyweds into, and which she and her new wife were now reclining luxioursly in the very large Queen sized bed, almost instantly. A slow sensuous smile worked its way onto her face as she remembered that they still had four Honeymoon days left in which to revel in the fact that they were now married, and Buffy planned to take full advantage of the situation. The initial rocky start to their Honeymoon was something for that she supposed she should still feel angry at Tara about, but couldn't bring herself to do so because she actually felt sorry for the shy, bashful Wiccan. Buffy fully admitted that she was lucky to be married to such a beautiful, warm, talented, loving woman and couldn't blame Tara for wanting to have what she herself enjoyed. She wasn't willing to share her wife, however, and hoped that Tara had learned her lesson about trying to take something that didn't belong to her. If she tried it again, Buffy wouldn't let the little witch off again so easily. But, all things considered, life was actually shaping up to be pretty good for the Slayer. She was married to the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth, they had a miracle of a baby girl on the way, and life couldn't be much better. It actually scared her at how well things were going...after years of living on top of the Hell mouth, she was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, but so far it hadn't, and Buffy couldn't help wondering if this was her reward for all of her years of good service in the fight against evil. But then she shook her head; she was being way too fanciful, even for her. She heard her stomach growling, and grew a chesire cat grin as images of the very strenuous workout she had gotten into the night danced through her head. She had indeed followed through on her vision of getting Willow in bed, wearing nothing but a very satisfied grin, which no doubt was the reason she was famished at the moment. Knowing Willow as well as she did, she knew her pregnant wife would be starving as well. "What do you think, little one?" She asked in a whisper, caressing the spot where her child grew, gently. "Are you hungry?" "Yeah, I could eat." She grinned as she imagined her child's reply, chuckling quietly to herself. It was something she'd taken to doing lately, taking great amusement in picturing what her daughter would say in any given situation, though she admitted to herself that she'd probably seen 'Look who's talking' one too many times. "Okay...room service, it is." Buffy grinned, as she inched one arm out of the human cocoon she was wrapped in and reached for the phone that was resting on the bedside table. She was still grinning, when someone picked up on the other end. "Hi, this is Buffy Rosenberg-Summers in the Honeymoon Suite...I'd like to order room Service." She loved the little tingle that went down her spine every time she said that. It didn't take long to order a stack of blueberry pancakes for her wife, and Eggs Benedict and hash browns for herself, along with a fresh pitcher of orange juice for them both. She knew the order would be billed to the room, and the fact that the Council was unwittingly fitting the bill. It was about time she got her well earned rewards. And since it wouldn't be delivered for another twenty minutes...she had plenty of time to sink back into the warm cocoon and snuggle. That's what she'd honestly had in mind, her hands however, had grown minds of their own, and before she knew it, they were busy tracing the soft skin, following paths they had learned over time in painstakingly clear detail. She grinned impishly, as Willow started to murmur and moan in her sleep, responding to the increasingly seductive touch. "mmm...Buffy..." Willow's sleepy voice sounded both protestful and encouraging, as if she was of two minds on whether she wanted the sweet touches to continue. "Hmm?" Buffy breathed in question, licking a nearby ear. "Didn't you get enough last night?" the wiccan asked, even as her breathing increased and her voice grew more raspy. Buffy chuckled deeply in response, as she heard her wife gasp from a well placed touch. "I guess not", Willow sighed, an appreciative smile growing on her perfectly shaped mouth, before she rolled into the Slayer's embrace, losing herself in the heady desire as she sank into a deep, longlasting kiss. ***** "Room Service." The knock on the door startled them both out of a pleasant haze. Buffy had temporarily forgotten that she had ordered the food. Willow shot her a questioning look, and if ever there was a V-8 moment, it was now. Buffy grinned ruefully at the look, before explaining. "I thought you would be hungry when you woke up, so I ordered room service. I didn't count on..." At the mischievous look in Willow's eyes, Buffy found herself turning crimson. "I'll get the door," she mumbled, rubbing her face, as she slipped out of bed. A silk robe settled over her body, just before she answered the door, and the attendee got a brief flash of tan skin before Buffy pulled the sash tight, pulling the loose material of the robe together. She could see the man's brown eyes widening, as she pulled the table into the room and figured he hadn't been working for the hotel that long. Most hotel employees would probably be used to seeing people in various states of undress, and wouldn't have been shocked at her appearance. "Thanks," she said, flashing the guy a grin, before she closed the door, leaving him gawking at the wooden door. She started giggling, shaking her head as she pushed the table into the bedroom. The sight that greeted her was enough to take her breath away...it happened every time. Willow still laid relaxed on the mattress, only covered by a silk sheet, her arms and shoulders bare to the conditioned air. She was idly playing with the ring that graced her left hand, and she had a curious, bemused look on her face, as if she still couldn't believe that it was real. Willow looked up to see the soft grin on her wife's face. A matching grin crept over her own face, and she almost forgot about the food Buffy had brought in with her. But then the aroma of the blueberry pancakes reached her nostrils, and she heard her stomach growling with hunger. Buffy laughed at the sound, a warm sparkle lighting her eyes. "Boy that sounds ominous. We'd better feed the beast." She poured them each a glass of orange juice from the pitcher that was sitting on the table, then handed Willow her plate of pancakes, loaded with blueberries and whipped cream. With a ravenous spirit, Willow dug heartily into the pancakes, thoroughly enjoying the way the fresh fruit burst in her mouth with flavor. And the fresh whipped cream was just the right amount of sweet. Buffy loved to watch her wife eat. It was as if she was perfoming a marathon, or she thought that she'd never eat again. Buffy knew that it was because of the pregnancy, but she couldn't help grinning at the sight. She only did it when she was sure Willow wouldn't notice, though. She didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but she really thought it was cute the way she shoveled it in. Willow noticed the blue stare and picked her head up to meet her wife's eyes. A red eyebrow rose as she noticed the sparkle dancing within them, and she paused in mid-action..her fork hanging in air. "What?" She questioned finally, wondering exactly what Buffy was grinning at. The Slayer was nothing, if not a quick thinker, and the instant she got caught staring she already had a plan to divert her adorable red head's attention. Besides, this was going to be fun...and tasty. "You've got whipped cream..." Buffy moved forward, moving to meet the red head's face. "right...here" she whispered the last part, before kissing the dab of whipped cream off of the side of her wife's lips. Willow moaned low, almost losing track of her plate as Buffy continued to taste her lips. They relished in the warm contact for a moment, enjoying the sensation, before Buffy pulled back, the warm smile still present on her face. "That tastes good." Buffy giggled, seeing the dazed look on Willow's face. Willow blinked, before a seductive grin moved over her lips. "Do you want some more?" Buffy's eyes grew round at the obvious enticement in Willow's voice. She nodded her head emphatically, while placing her plate out of harms way. She had a feeling things were about to get very interesting. She watched as Willow swirled a finger in the sweet tasting cream, before offering it to the entranced Slayer. With a small moan of surrender, Buffy opened her mouth and sucked the finger in, swirling the flavors around with her tongue. Willow felt every pull of the Slayer's tongue, as hot sparks of desire cascaded through her body. Buffy moved, stradling her legs, as she picked up a piece of the pancake and fed it to the waiting wiccan. She ate more slowly this time, less as a means of nourishing her body, and more of a way of stimulating the electricity that arced between them. She nibbled on the fingers that fed her, hearing Buffy's breathing increase at the rough yet tender motions. With a glow in her eyes, Willow took another fingerful of the sweet cream and drew a line down the Slayer's throat. She watched the blonde tilt her head back, letting out a sensuous groan, as her finger got lost between the thin folds of the silk robe. "It's a good thing we've got maid service to clean the sheets." Buffy managed to rasp out, before Willow latched onto her throat like a thirsty vampire, sucking on the sweet tasting skin. 'This could get messy' was the last coherent thought she had for quite some time. To be continued...
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