Fic: In The Bath (1/1)

[annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx]

Otis: Sitting in the morning sun... Argh! *puff*
Spike: You made Otis Redding a vampire?
Harmony: It seemed like a good idea at the time.

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Don't get me wrong, I like Riley, but I'm not in love with him. Nor 
is he in love with me. Or at least I don't think he is. He's all 
wrapped up in the whole hero-worship bit. Still, we've enjoyed each 
other's company and the sex has always been great, and breaking up 
with him was harder than I thought. As the tears on my cheeks can 
testify. I guess maybe I do love him, just a little. But the price is 
high. Too high.
So here I am in the dark, clothes tossed on top of the wicker 
hamper, letting myself be caressed by lukewarm water and Dove soap, 
feeling miserable with myself. 
And for some reason, despite my depression, I'm horny as hell. I 
only hope Willow stays away for awhile longer, because its going to 
be just me and Mr. Bendy tonight. *sigh*
I get out of the bath, still in darkness, and then I notice the 
yellow light seeping in beneath the door. Willow back early from 
Tara's? I listen at the door. I sense no warnings, no presentiment of 
danger, just... The sound of lovemaking, the soft sounds of Willow. 
Unable to help myself, I open the door a little to see... feeling 
disgusted with myself and yet irresistible drawn. And I see her. Her 
hair cradles her face in an auburn halo, her mouth - god, how I dream 
of that mouth sometimes - open, gasping, and yes that's Tara's hair 
bobbing between Willow's legs. 
Critically, I look over Willow's breasts. She's still the girl I 
first met, but more so, if possible. Only here, now, she can't hide 
herself under an illusion. Nude, she's perfect.
And from the depths of my soul came a sob I couldn't hold back. 
Everything stopped, I swear. I was held like a fly in amber, standing 
in the bathroom doorway, wearing only my necklace with the cross on 
it. Which was more than what they were wearing.
"Buffy?" Willow's whole body seemed to blush, and she tried to cover 
herself with her hands. So cute! "I didn't know you were here... 
I'm... I'm sorry."
Tara stared, but not in shock. More in curiosity. And then came the 
words that etched themselves in searing letters of fire across my 
mind.
"D... do you want to join us?" she asked.
"I..." seem to have lost the ability to speak.
"If you want to, that is." Willow added. "You don't have to if you 
don't want to."
Brazenly, Tara lowered her head once more and continued from where 
she left off. And although Willow couldn't pretend disinterest, or 
even a modicum of composure, she kept her gaze upon me.
Time to bail...
"I'd... like you... to join us." Willow gasped.
... But I can't. 
Tara. Although I knew she and Willow were screwing I'd never 
considered her in a sexual way at all. Not like when Willow was 
dating Oz. It happens whenever anyone I know starts dating. I play 
the 'what does she see in him?' game. Sometimes there's no answer. 
That whole Xander/Cordelia thing was a sin against god and mankind 
and I'm not sure Anya's a much better replacement, but at least I 
could understand it. Though I'd never even considered Willow and Tara 
properly. Maybe I was afraid I'd realise things about myself best 
left hidden.
I kissed her. Tara. And it did feel as weird as I thought it would. 
But I also felt it was some sort of test; If I lost... would I lose 
Willow? I could feel Willow's eyes on me, raking me with invisible 
fire. I could taste Willow on Tara. I...
Tara broke the kiss to return to Willow, and I followed her mouth 
with my fingers. My hand touched the warm skin of Willow's inner 
thigh and it burned. Willow pushed her shoulders up a bit off the 
bed, and looked down at me, at us. She smiled. She *approved*.
Tara pulled away for a moment and nodded towards Willow's 
netherlips. I knew exactly what she was suggesting, but I was so 
nervous. Probably too nervous. Taking her place, my facial lips 
melded with Willow's nether, and I sucked and probed in my own 
inexperienced way.
Starting at my head and rolling to my toes, I felt my body 
literally shake, shiver, then snap somehow as my tongue pushed its 
way deeper inside Willow. Whatever its cause, I knew it was some sort 
of sign that whatever the relationship had been between me and 
Willow, it was gone now, and it could never be the same again.
"I...I'd better go now," Tara said.
"Are you sure?" Willow asked.
Tara nodded. "You two... Need to be together for awhile."
Why wasn't she jealous? I didn't care.
"Thanks for understanding." Willow smiled her radiant smile, her 
chest heaving.
Tara giggled as she struggled back into clothing. "Power of three."
"Blessed be," Willow completed, still smiling. I just stared, not 
caring if looked like an Amish at a sci-fi convention.
Tara turned off the main light on her way out. I padded over and 
clicked the door lock. Turning back, Willow's eyes twinkled in the 
fading moonlight like two perfect stars in the universe of my life. 
I sat next to her, and ran my hand tentatively over her chest. She 
pulled me down and we traded sugary kisses. Her fingernails scraped 
lightly over my nipples, making them erect, and then her hand was 
inside me, massaging my vaginal lips and probing deeper...
"Willow!" I cried out.
Her eyes searched mine for signs of discomfort but found none as we 
kissed once more. We made love for about an hour after that until I 
fell asleep in her arms. I don't know how long she stayed awake, just 
that her fingers stroked my hair as I drifted off, and I never wanted 
that feeling to end.
Ever.


End.