FF//Revelations and Realizations (4/?)

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I'm baaaaack,
So here you go guys, I said if Sammy put his next chapter out so would
I. He did, now I will.
I hope y'all like it. Remember feedback doesn't hurt anyone.
Alex
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Warning: After having three people that read this tell to I'm giving you
fair warning. DO NOT READ THIS AT WORK! There is some parts of this
where two young ladies have a nice relaxing bath and some good clean
fun. Ok I done my duty now without further ado, on with the show. ~AP~
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Revelations and Realizations (4/?)
b: Alex P.
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Willow opened her compelling emerald green eyes and noticed she was
still alone. Since her beloved wife hadn't awakened her Willow wondered
what had.

Feeling a tingling sensation at the back of her mind the young Sorceress
open her mind and was suddenly enveloped in joyous unencumbered
exuberant emotions. Her conscious mind was flooded with thoughts of
freedom, family, wilderness, the clean scent of the outdoors, the joy of
the hunt, and the thrill of the kill.

"Huh? The kill?" Willow muttered as she sat up in the bed "where in
Goddess' name did that one come from?"

The witch focused the thoughts she was getting from her soulmate and
realized that there were two separate sets of thoughts, one verbal, the
other visual. She laid back, her hands laced together behind her
head,                                                   
and sighed happily enjoying the exhilarating sensations coming
from                                                    
Buffy and their newly bonded packmate Nightrunner.

She saw them meet up with Morrigan and she had to chuckle at
Nightrunner's disapproval of the prime alpha's intention to remain
awake. Then both Nightrunner and the witch caught Buffy's other
thoughts. The wolf may have approved but the witch was overjoyed. Not
only about Buffy's plans but that her mate found her so desirable even
after a year.

Her mother had always told her that familiarity bred contempt, boy was
her mother wrong when it came to Willow's wife (she usually was),
apparently the more Buffy was with Willow the more she wanted her.

She was unable to keep from laughing when she caught Nightrunner's
approving of the Slayer's intention of "rolling around" with her mate.

The 'rolling around" thought that cracked Willow up. Not only did the
wolf know that their missing packmate was listening she promised
Willow that she would see to it that they weren't disturbed while they
were "Rolling around".

With a heartfelt thanks Willow broke off the links and leapt from the
bed to prepare for her lover's arrival.
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When Buffy and Morrigan separated the petit blonde quickly headed for
the French doors that led to her and Willow's rooms.

She noticed Nightrunner laying by the door with a big canine grin on her
face.

"What are you smiling at?" the slayer asked partially out of curiosity
and wasn't surprised when her own thoughts were reflected back to
her             
"That's what I get for asking 
Super Snooper the Canine Wonder Eavesdropper."

Laughing at the wolf's indignant reply about loud thinking two leggers
she went into her rooms to find the object of her not so innocent
thoughts, her mind full of visions of her incredibly gorgeous wife in
various stages of undress and a myriad of provocative positions.

She went directly to the oversized bed hoping to catch her lover still
asleep. She pounced on the bed, it was an incredibly good pounce, but it
was wasted because the huge sleeping area was empty. She did notice that
not only were her normal daily clothes laid out but there was also
a beautiful cobalt blue dress laid out for Willow as well.

Buffy checked out the dress that had been brought for her wife, the
design was one that Willow and Brigit had come up with, there
were      
dozens of hidden pockets and 
pouches sewn into 
the beautiful garment.

Once they had settled on a design that was even more beautiful on the
young witch than it was practical, the design was turned over to the
Druids and within a day there was several of the dresses in their closet
all in different colors and each with it's own silver and gold trim.

Buffy thought back to the first time she'd seen her lover in one of the
dresses, and was reminded of her intentions.

"My darling wife is such a babe and such a chick sometimes." the Slayer
said to herself as she looked over her own clothes, there was as usual
the
black leather pants and sleeveless jerkin along with the knee-high heavy
soled boots also black, there was also her weapons belt with it's two
long dirks (known as the fangs of Erin) she laughed again, "Geez a
little on the butch side I guess. Ha little Buffy the ice princess of
Sunnydale, a knife wielding, black leather wearing, bad ass, vamp
slaying, Butch.
Who da thunk it....Snyder probably."

The Slayer had to laugh at herself and the out dated stereotypes she'd
grown up with, sometimes she couldn't believe that Hank and Joyce
Summers little girl was the same person she saw every day in the mirror.

The thought of her father and the last message she'd received from him
just before her joining with Willow made her frown and her eyes still
felt the sting of tears when she thought of him.

Her quickly saddening mood was brightened when she heard the sounds of
splashing water coming from the bathroom. An evil smirk came to her face
and the rearoused young woman began removing her jogging clothes.

<>Oh yeah, gotta be bath time,<> she thought as she peeled off the small
nylon jogging shorts<>and what luck my favorite bath toy is already in
the tub<>

Pictures of her Wills in a bathtub wearing only bubbles and writhing
under her touch filled the Slayer's libido driven imagination, driving
all sad thoughts of her family problems from her mind.

Thinking to surprise her wife Buffy slipped silently into the bathroom
after she'd removed all her clothes, instead the Slayer was frozen in
place by the most perfect vision of feminine beauty that she or anyone
else had ever seen.

Her wife was laid back in the big sunken tub, her dark red hair fanning
out on top of the water contrasting her pixyish face that had the most
serene look on it. Her body was totally revealed framed by the bubbles
her magnificent alabaster skinned body with it's perfect soft curves
begged to be held and loved. The only break in the alabaster perfection
was the shining red curls at the apex of her thighs, it was like a
Michelangelo sculpture, Buffy was lost in the vision.

Her trance was broken only to become entangled in the gaze of the lust
darkened emerald green eyes that were looking straight into her soul.

Until then Buffy hadn't even realized that Willow even knew she was
there.

"By the Gods Wills!" Buffy exclaimed her voice rasping from the
explosion of lust that the sight presented her. "You are
quite simply 
the most magnificent creature 
the Goddess ever put on Earth
or anywhere else for that matter."

Hearing her lover's impassioned words Willow blushed from her head to
her toes, making her even more beautiful in the Slayer's eyes.

Willow shifted her body so that she was sitting up. She looked up at the
woman she loved more than life itself and let her eyes take in the
wondrous sight while her lover was trying to regain her
composure, she tried to swallow 
so she could speak 
but was having a hard
time getting past the lump 
in her throat that appeared at the instant
her wife entered the room.

Recovering quickly, the witch's burning green eyes boldly raked up and
down over the blonde's perfectly tanned, muscular body. Her tongue
flicked out to wet suddenly very dry lips, that ached to touch and taste
the flesh of the amazingly gorgeous naked woman doing the deer in the
headlights impersonation not three feet in front of her.

Finding her own self control and smiling wolfishly Willow found her
voice. 

"Ya' gonna stand there all day," the redhead said waggling her eyebrows
and doing a fairly good Morrigan impersonation "or are ya' gonna get
yerself into this lovely tub so I can scrub yer back fer ya', Slayer
darlin'."

The tension broken for a moment by her lover's playful mood, Buffy
laughed brightly and joined Willow in the bubble filled tub slowly
easing herself into the steaming water. The redhead let her lover relax
in the water for a moment while she leaned back and picked up the
lightly herbal-scented soap, working it in her hands building up a
lather.

"Come here sweetheart, and let me wash your back." the beautiful witch
purred
"Can't get you *all* clean all the way over there, now can I?"

"As you wish, my love," The blonde replied her voice still barely above
a rasping whisper as she positioned herself between her wife's legs.
"I'm yours to command, my Goddess."

"I think you've been hanging around Morrigan too much my dear." Willow
quipped as she began running her soapy hands over her lover's back "Her
blarney is beginning to rub off on you."

As the redhead began rubbing her hands over the silky soft skin of her
mates' back, marvelling at the way her battle and training hardened
muscles flexed and relaxed just beneath the velvety skin. Her fingertips
were registering the irregularities in texture that marked the many
scars on Buffy's otherwise flawless skin.

She closed her eyes and in her mind the Sorceress relived the stories of
each and every single one of those scars having lived through them all
with Buffy through their years together.

"Oh you are sooo good to me my angel." Buffy moaned in pleasure brought
on
by her lovers generous attention to her back, then a stray melancholy
thought wondered into her mind, "You know I really never have been good
enough to be with you Willow. I've failed you so many times."

The Slayer's voice was calm and steady, but Willow could easily hear the
agony in those words, she wasn't sure where this sudden depression came
from, and the tears fell freely but without a sound.

"I pray every day that I don't fail you," Buffy continued, her bitter
hot
tears falling into the bath water "and those that depend on me, I
wont...I can't fail you, my love. But sometimes it's so hard and I'm
afraid
I'll let you down that one time too many and then...."

Unable to continue, Buffy collapsed back onto her lover, whose arms
instantly wrapped around the tiny blonde as all her fears and nightmares
that churned just below the surface turned into a torrent of tears that
fell uncontrolled from her hazel eyes.

Knowing her lover well enough to know all about these sudden bouts of
doubts and depression, it was the nature of her being to lack a certain
amount of self confidence, that made her need the constant love and
support that only Willow could provide, and that drew the compassionate
young Wyccan to her.

No matter how self assured the seemingly powerful woman acted, only
Willow knew the frightened little girl that lived just barely hidden
under the brave warrior facade.  

As quickly as it appeared the crying jag was over and Buffy was leaning
back and tilting her head so she could reach Willow's soft, moist,
inviting, irresistible lips.

Taking the hint and knowing just what her lover needed and much to
Buffy's delight the witch began slowly rubbing her soapy slick hands
over Buffy's sensitive breasts.
She could feel her mates small pink nipples harden against her palms and
when Buffy moaned softly with arousal and arched into the redhead's
hands urging her to pay even more attention to the tender mounds of firm
pliable flesh.

Willow began kneading her lover's breasts, steadily increasing the
pressure until Buffy was unable to control her building arousal as the
fires in her belly became raging infernos. 

Willow stopped only long
enough to take each rock hard 
nipple between the thumb 
and forefinger of
each hand and began 
lightly pinching rolling 
and pulling at the tender
morsels, increasing Buffy's passions to greater heights.

"Oh my sweet Goddess please more Wills," Buffy groaned in the sweetest
agony known. "Please lover please, it's sooooo goood."

"Listen to me sweetheart." the redhead whispered into her lover's ear
"You are not responsible for everyone that is made the target of some
evil nastiness that squirms though the Hellmouth.
There is no way you can stop things that are beyond your control.
So stop blaming yourself because some people are too stupid not to face
demons and vampires unprepared, or that are just unlucky enough to be at
that wrong place at the wrong time."

"I know Wills, at least in my head I know you're right, but" Buffy
sighed
and leaned back into her lover's welcoming body "in my heart I can't
stop myself from wishing 
I'd been just that tiny bit quicker.
I see their faces every time I relax enough to sleep, only you have been
able to chase the nightmares away. When I fall asleep in your arms, the
only visions I have are of you and the gentle, compassionate, loving way
you treat me. 
For that and oh so much more,
I will always love you with
everything I am for the rest of my miserable, unworthy life."

The whole time Buffy was talking, Willow's soapy hands slid freely over
her lover's body working their way down and across the Slayer's
washboard abdomen, slowly moving in slow lazy circles.
Savouring the feel of the rock hard muscles rippling under the satin
soft skin.

There too the redhead could feel the outline of the scars left by the
Slayer's calling. Silent tears fell from the Willow's brilliant green
eyes as she
recalled how many times her lover had narrowly escaped death.

A grateful smile came to her face contrasting the tears, she also
recalled how the 'Wyccan witch Willow' became 'Willow the Great
Sorceress'
and in becoming that, 
how she was now able 
to not only assist Buffy, able
to fight at her side now 
she was also capable to 
protect and defend her
lover instead of Buffy 
always having to protect her. 
They were finally
true equals.

Buffy let out a low aroused moan that brought Willow back to the present
where the redhead realized it was time for this equal to give the other
half of the complex equation the pleasure she so richly deserved.

Buffy's lover leaned down and began kissing and nibbling at the blonde's
neck and ear while she let her hand slip down to circle the Slayer's
navel, Buffy was extremely aroused when her lover let her fingers slide
in and out of her belly-button. The same thing never did a thing for
Willow so she just thought of it as a Buffy thing.

"Oh, Willow my love," the Slayer groaned, her voice thick with lust "No
one does
what you do to me, 
only you can make me feel the way you do.
Please...never leave me."

Willow was stunned momentarily at her lover's request.

<>Now where did that come from<> the witch thought, her mind reeling in
confusion <>We're even married and she's STILL worried that I
might...die!!! Oh Goddess, 
how could I be so dense? 
She's afraid I'll
die<>

This epiphany threw the young redhead but to her credit Willow never
stopped moving her hands even a moment, so that
Buffy wasn't even sure she'd spoke out loud. 

The Slayer had never meant
for her lover to ever hear the usually silent almost prayer that the
blonde made every time she was with her beloved Willow.
It was Buffy's way of beseeching the Goddess or whatever deity listened
to a Slayer's prayers that they would let Buffy die before anything
happened to the redheaded witch 
that was her reason for existence.

Buffy knew that if something ever happened to the woman that held her
heart and soul, her life would be a hollow meaningless living Hell of
unbearable pain until she was mercifully allowed to rejoin her Wills on
the other side.

"Buffy...love," Willow whispered into her lover's ear "You know that no
matter what I will never leave you. Not even death could keep me from
your side."

As if the words being whispered in her ear were attached directly to her
lover's fingers that were entering her multiplying the sensations into
infinite pleasure, filling the blonde's senses until nothing existed in
the universe but the Slayer and her eternal lover the Sorceress.

"We are forever my love." 
the other half of Buffy's soul 
whispered fiercely into 
her sensitive ear 
"Our souls are intertwined and
inseparable floating through time, 
finding each other lifetime after
lifetime...always two as one until the end of infinity."

As Willow spoke her poetic words 
of love and devotion her fingers
continued thrusting in and out of Buffy's center driving her nearly
insane
with desire.

"More, Wills honey please more," the blonde moaned as she rode the
razor's edge between pure ecstasy and pure torture. Come on Wills I need
more fill me up lover pleeeease."

Willow's own desire was fuelled to higher planes by her lover's quiet
desperate pleas for more stimulation as if acting on it's own accord the
redhead's body began grinding her center into Buffy's tight muscular
rear.

At her lover's insistence 
Willow added a third finger 
to the two already
pumping into Buffy's burning 
core and began using 
her thumb to tease the
blonde's hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her wet hot
slit. 
Electric jolts of intense pleasure 
seared along the Slayer's enhanced nervous system exploding into her
brain
blanking out all rational thought, focusing her entire being on reaching
the heights of her pleasure, 
hers and Willow's.

"Oh Gods Wills...yes!!" Buffy cried out with joyous abandon, "Go
my love...give it to me...yes harder...pleeeease...don't...stop!"

"Do you like this sweetheart?" Willow asked then slipped in to her best
Morrigan impersonation ""Are ya' wantin' me ta give ya' more, my darlin'
girl?"

Willow was pumping her fingers into her lover, going even faster at
Buffy's request driving the young woman's desires even higher than
before. The Slayer's hips were bucking in rhythm with her witch lovers
thrusts causing her backside to grind into Willow's sex causing the most
exquisite friction against the redhead's swollen clit.

Buffy was holding on to 
the sides of the tub so tightly her knuckles
were turning white, 
she could feel the juices 
of her lover's arousal
coating her skin where her backside was making contact with Willow's
overheated flesh as the 
gorgeous redhead too soared 
toward her climax.

"Ah...oh..yes.Wills-I'm-gonna-I-can't-stop" Buffy sputtered out as she
reached the very edge of her endurance then launched into the bottomless
abyss of her orgasm "Yessssssss-Willsss-that'sss-it-I'm-m-m... OH
YESSSsssss-I'm cummmmingggg!"

Willow bit down on her lover's neck just as the blonde went crashing
into crazy, spinning, mind boggling, blissful, ecstasy. Every muscle in
the
Slayer's body went ridged in convulsions of almost unendurable pleasure.

The spasms caused Buffy's tight rear to push nearly painfully hard into
Willow's groin generating enough friction to send the young witch
roaring into her own climax.

The two lovers collapsed against each other in a contented mass of
quivering sated flesh. They remained that way for a while both trying to
get their breathing and hearts back under control and allowing their
orgasm shattered minds to regroup and begin thinking rationally once
again.

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END 4
TBC
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