FIC :: F4 (5/5)

["C S Armitage" <soren_nyrond@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

So, here it is ...


  
TITLE: Fables, Fortunes, Foes and Friends (5/5) 
AUTHOR: Soren Nyrond
DISCLAIMER: Certain characters in this part belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, without whose inspiration etc.
SUMMARY: It's got Buffy and Willow in it; it's also got Smut. What more doyou need to know ?
SPOILERS: None since it bears no resembance to aired
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All nice feedback welcome. Chocolate cookies also accepted. Just the Epilog to go now.



Fables, Fortunes, Foes and Friends - - Part 5
 

Cordelia found the bra (it had wadded itself up under her pillow, which shewas sure she hadn't done) when she laid down on the bed. She looked at it, and wondered, idly, if there was a Dennis here, too. Then she shrugged. Did it matter ? Bra or no bra, no-one was here to see: no sweaty, fumbling quarterbacks, no eager but inexpert Xander Harris, no Harmony or Aura, or even Faith, to catch the unspoken signal.

Wesley was too "rogue Watcher" to get interested - besides, Wesley would always be the Giles-substitute, and she knew she could never have held Giles'attention for long. And Angel - well, she wasn't going there in a zillionyears.

But it was love she was looking for, love in a city full of people she didn't know, not to mention the demon population - or the lawyers. She had chosen to leave Sunnydale, where they were people who loved her and cared for her, and come here, to find the fame she might never even approach.

 

She started - that had felt like a hand on her calf, stroking her. She satup and looked round.

Then a feather touch brushed her shoulders, like a lover's caress, and for a moment she let herself imagine . then it wasn't imagine any more: she wassure somebody .

"Who's there ? Who's doing . whatever . "

 

"I think she's noticed," Buffy said.

"Just carry on," Willow said, and flicked more of her dust mixture over Cordelia.

 

The subtle brush of fingers across her lips was followed by a soft sensual stroke down her hair.

Cordy was finding herself curiously calm - she knew something was going on,but . Then her left nipple felt the most delicate of caresses - round theedge, soft and gentle, sending blood rushing in response . the sensation was repeated on her other breast and her body reacted appropriately. Her mind, though, seemed wrapped in cotton wool. In fact, she had to admit that it was almost as if she had been expecting the loving, so accepting was sheof it. It was how she would have imagined .

There was no question about it - her blouse was unbuttoning itself, just asif invisible hands were . the fabric was separated, baring her body to thebackground beezelet of the air-conditioning, and then both her nipples were being lovingly caressed.

 

Buffy's shirt had also been discarded and, as she toyed with Cordy's erect nipples, so her own, hard as thimbles, were being loved by Willow, whose own breasts were warm and firm against Buffy's back.

Then they moved round, so that each couched on opposite sides of Cordy.

 

The sensations were incredible: it was as though two mouths were toying with her breasts, almost in perfect harmony.

When the waistband of her slacks opened itself Cordy had no illusions left:whatever this was, it wasn't something she wanted to interrupt. She easedherself up, as she would have done had Xander been there, and left her slacks slither away from her (even if, momentarily, that did mean the interruption of the warm wet caresses to her breasts). But the fantasy she was living didn't move immediately to the shedding of her panties: instead her legs were caressed, thoroughly, even as her nipples, perked by the cooler air,were gently tweaked and fondled.

Fondled, she thought: what a lovely word: something done with fondness.

For a moment she thought she heard other kisses, in the empty air. Then aninvisible mouth trailed kisses up one leg. A moment later, to her shock, it felt just as if a tongue had been stuck into her belly-button. She had just sat up in shock, when she distinctly felt someone sit behind her, and rest her body back against theirs, while hands came round to continue to assault on her breasts. And she felt her other leg kissed.

 

Buffy had shed all her clothes and was softly teasing Cordy's thighs apart,with soft caresses, as Willow worked on Cordy's upper half, rewarding her with a chain of kisses across the back of her neck, and into the hollows ateach side of her throat.

 

As Buffy (with Cory's acquiescence) slipped the lace panties down Cordy's legs, Willow slipped off the last of her clothing, and then moved round to kiss Cordy's full lips, even as Buffy did likewise elsewhere.

Cordy felt as if she were approaching her seventh heaven. She knew that she was dripping wet, but now she could feel long delicate fingers spreading that wetness across her most personal places, and a pair (Or was it two ? How could she tell ?) of lips following that wetness up.

A finger approached her entrance and she waited to see what it would do. Suddenly she felt a second hand caress her clit, and, even as she reflexively rolled her thighs, the finger had entered and at once started a feather-light rhythm within her. Then the same rhythm was taken up in the caresses to her nipples, and in her kisses being peppered all over her body.

 

Cordy had no idea what was coming next: waves of excitement flowed up and down her, becoming more and more intense with each passing moment. She could not help herself and started to work her own nipples, started to move herother hand lower .

The climax that hit her sent her into paroxysms and carried on and on as the clever little fingers continued to play arpeggios in her channel. Then, as she started to come down, she curled herself up, trying to harbour the ecstatic feeling, to have it forever.

 

Buffy and Willow, both energised beyond belief, fell on one another on the floor beside the bed. Their tongues fought briefly as they kissed in a super-heated frenzy and then, as one, they twisted round and each offered the other the uplift and relief they both craved. Their mutual climaxes followed within seconds, and then they lay back in each other's embrace.

 

It was still daylight when Cordelia Chase recovered her senses, and wondered what had happened to her. She had just swung her legs over the side of the bed and was about to get up when two mouths - invisible, but none the less there - latched on to her ankles and began to kiss their way up her lags. By the time they reached her knees the phantom lips were from the side to the front of her legs, and as they headed higher they left Cordy in absolutely no doubt of their eventual destination. It wasn't what she had planned for her evening but .