Fic: In The Darkness (3/1) (*boggle*)

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In The Darkness. (3/1)
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Willow looked up from her magazine as Buffy fell into the room 
through the window.
"Ow," Buffy moaned.
Willow smiled. "You do live here too, you know." she said. "The 
door is the more traditional form of entry." Her smile faded when she 
saw the blood on the Slayer's clothes. Buffy's blood.
"Not a good night?" Willow asked, sitting cross-legged on her bed.
Buffy just shrugged as she peeled off her clothes. "I'll be okay in 
awhile."
Willow's pulse quickened at once, surprised by Buffy's willingness 
to get undressed in front of her with the lights on. Since that night 
of unexpected passion there had been a subtle shift in the way they 
handled each other's nakedness. Buffy usually came back late from 
patrol when Willow was already in bed with the lights off. Buffy then 
changed into her nightdress, folded her clothes and laid them on one 
of the chairs, with everything done in complete darkness. If the 
lights were on, Buffy turned her back on Willow as if afraid of her 
staring. This infuriated Willow, but she'd never brought herself to 
confront Buffy about it. Perhaps she was blowing the whole thing out 
of proportion.
Willow watched, curious, as the welts and cuts on Buffy's back 
faded slowly. This always amazed her. "Are you going to sleep 
already?" she asked.
"Do you have a better idea?" Buffy countered with a serious 
expression.
Buffy and Willow stared at each other for the longest time, neither 
of them able to move and break the spell that had fallen upon them. 
Their breathing became uneasy, their mouths were half-open, their 
lips dry, their cheeks warm... Willow shivered from the cold, 
realising she had nothing on except for her bra and panties. She 
licked her lips as she rubbed her arms warm.
"Come here," Buffy said eventually, patting her bed. "I'll warm you 
up."
Without hesitation, Willow slid into Buffy's bed, closing her eyes, 
almost not believing what was happening. She couldn't describe 
exactly what she felt. Her body seemed to have turned into a burning 
torch. She trembled uncontrollably.
"You're warm," Buffy said, stroking her hair.
Willow didn't say a word because she couldn't speak. She didn't 
want to think about anything, emptying her mind of all thoughts. She 
could feel Buffy's body cuddling up against her back, Buffy's hands 
taking hold of hers, warming them as she had promised. Once again 
Willow could feel Buffy's breasts brush against her naked back, 
Buffy's breathing against her neck. She wanted to turn over and face 
her, but she didn't dare move as she was afraid Buffy would change 
her mind and send her back to her own bed.
Buffy began to toy with Willow's luscious red hair. She 
said, "Willow?"
Willow turned round, her eyes turning toward Buffy's face, so close 
to hers. "Yes?"
Buffy kept stroking Willow's hair, brushing it away from her eyes 
and forehead. "I've been thinking..."
"About what?"
"About us."
"And?" Willow asked, her breathing coming to a complete stop.
"It's just... It's just so hard... to forget..."
"To forget?"
"About what happened... between us."
"I can't forget what happened either," Willow said, almost not 
believing that Buffy could possibly feel the same way she did. "I 
can't help thinking about making love to you all the time. It was so 
sweet... I just can't help it."
As Willow burst into tears, Buffy pulled her closer until they 
kissed, mouths thirsty for probing tongues, hands craving for soft 
curves, breasts yearning for patient, yielding caresses...
"Oh Willow..." Buffy gasped, feeling her sex respond instantly.
Only Willow made her feel that way. She came to realise how much 
she'd longed for this moment, how much she'd denied her true 
feelings. This crazy passion, this overwhelming lovemaking was all 
she wanted. Willow touching her breasts, her deft fingers grazing her 
nipples, was enough to make her heavy breathing stop. Her legs 
pressed against Willow's thigh, holding in the wave of ecstasy. Then 
she breathed out, covering Willow's face with kisses.
Realising what had just happened, Willow smiled. "You came?"
"Yes," Buffy said, blushing.
"But I didn't even..."
"You didn't need to. Just touching you and you touching me is 
enough."

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