Fic: In The Darkness (1/1)

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In The Darkness.
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Buffy edged her way into the silent dorm she shared with Willow 
careful not to disturb her friend if she happened to be sleeping. 
Since Oz's ballistic departure, she admitted to herself that this was 
probably unlikely. She was right.
"Hi Buffy," came the tentative and sniffly whisper from the darkness.
"Hey Willow." Best friend mode. She sat on the edge of Willow's bed 
and reached out a hand into the darkness, wanting to lay her hand on 
Willow's shoulder. She misjudged. Badly.
Willow gasped, and Buffy's hand shot back as if she'd laid hold of 
an electric cable.
"Sorry," Buffy apologised.
"Don't be sorry." Willow clambered to sit beside Buffy. "It was... 
kind of nice. Heavy Slayage?" she asked as she pushed the damp waves 
of hair away from Buffy's face.
Buffy's nod became a confused mumble as Willow kissed her, gently. 
No sooner had their lips met, Willow lifted her other hand behind 
Buffy's head pulling her closer, meeting the Slayer's tongue with her 
own.
When Buffy tried to pull back, Willow wrapped her legs around 
Buffy's waist.
"Willow?" Buffy's voice held no confusion now.
"Yes?" she whispered back.
"Do you want to make love to me?"
"Yes," she replied, a cautious quaver in her tone.
In the darkness, Buffy smiled. "Then don't be a generous lover, be 
selfish."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to forget this is me you're with, lose all conscious 
thought. Like Professor Walsh said, become an instrument of want. I 
want you to be incapable of doing anything else right now but to lose 
yourself with me and within me during several bouts of lustful, 
sweaty sex."
Buffy could almost feel Willow's blush, yet still she managed to 
unleash the passion she'd locked away within her grief. Her mouth and 
hands were everywhere, as were Buffy's own, and soon they were both 
trembling with desire.
As Willow reached her limit, she thrust her hips upward and Buffy's 
probing fingers entered her forcefully.
They both stilled, breathing in great gulps of air.
For a moment Willow felt relief at finally being with someone she'd 
admired since they'd met on a cold stone bench at Sunnydale High. For 
Buffy, she felt glad she was with someone, anyone really, who could 
love her for herself. Willow cried out, rocked with feelings so 
powerful they threatened to overwhelm her.
"Buffy..." she managed.
"I know. Me, too." Buffy dropped a light kiss on Willow's forehead 
and then began to move, letting her fingers slide and stimulate.
Willow's eyelids fluttered as waves of pleasure rolled through her, 
until one crested and she screamed, and then her voice gave out as a 
thundering rush flooded her and then countless bubbling ripples.
Willow tightened her arms around Buffy and enjoyed the echoes of 
her passion as it faded.
Finally. At last.
"Oh, Buffy!" she said on a sigh. "That was perfect."
Buffy kissed Willow's smile and smoothed her gorgeous red hair from 
her damp cheek, then whispered, "That was just the warm-up."

*

A knock at the door preceded Giles as he came to check on Willow. 
She'd not brought the motherwort he'd asked for, and with Spike still 
in the bathtub he really needed her help to shift the lazy vampire.
"I... Came to see if you're alright," he said as he entered. "But I 
guess now is not a good time. I'll be... at home." He turned and fled.
A very sleepy, dishevelled, naked Buffy opened one eye. "Mm?" she 
asked, mostly asleep. Willow looked down, and realised that she was 
still in a tangle of naked limbs with the Slayer on top of her bed.
"Oh!"

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End.