FIC: Feather Roads- Risqué

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

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Drain Brameged Inc. Proudly Presents
A Mad-Hamlet Production

We walk the roads that fate lays before us. More often than we'd like 
that path is strewn with blades and teeth. Shadows with claws that try 
to gut us from within, most of us struggle foward, over, under, 
through all these obsticles hoping, even in the face of all evidence, 
that we'll be stronger for it.

On occasion, through mercy, or mayhaps the whim of Gods 
needing entertainment, allow Fate's way to be softened. Cool breezes 
flow over our skin, all the living things around seem to speak to us 
and our existance is not only possible but worthwhile. The road is 
soft and comfortable and we can rest as we journy onward, wounds heal, 
blood stops and strength returns..just so we can face the next shadowy 
terror with a far too wide, sharp, grin just around the corner.

On occasion we're gifted with Feather Roads. This is theirs.


Feather Roads
Risqué


"Mmmmmm..." Willow purrs and snuggles deeper in my embrace. 
One of her feet idly kicks off the end of the covers exposing our feet 
to the cool night air. 

"Hhhhmmm..." She continues to purr. 

"I hear the sounds of a content kitty cat!" I say quietly, 
easing my fingers tips under her chin and coaxing her head to tilt 
upward. Reluctantly, almost, she opens her eyes slowly. 

"Meeyyooww!" She whispers and nips the tip of my ear with her 
lips.

I turn my head a bit and kiss her back, she deepens the kiss a 
bit and slips her tounge between my teeth. I taste cinnimon, and 
sunshine and..heh..a bit of myself. Whoops! Bad Slayer. 

She moans a tiny bit into the kiss as I caress her spine with 
the tips of my fingers. Her back arches away from my touch and her 
skin gets all goospimply. 

She pulls away a bit and the kiss ends, that's fine though, 
there are a billion, billion more where that came from. Our foreheads 
meet and we remain that way for a while, just breathing, being, 
y'know..loving type stuff.

"Sleepy." Willow whispers after a bit.

"Are you sleepy my Willow?" I whisper back. She nods.

"Aw. Poor Willow is sleepy and I pull her down so she's using 
my shoulder as a pillow, I hear her give a contented sigh and snuggle 
up even closer. She throws one leg over mine trapping them between 
her. She sighs again.

"This is nice." She murmers, eyes closed once more. 

"Is this nice my Willow." I humm and kiss the top of her head. 
"Is this nice for my.."

Dare I? 
Heck yeah!

"Pussywillow?"

Here eyes snap open and she gives an outraged squeal. "Buffy!"

"What?" I ask her innocently. I open my eyes real wide to 
complete the look. Can't laugh now, gotta keep a straight face or I'm 
toast. "I'm talking about those little grey fuzzy things, y'know kind 
of oblong, really, really soft? What, lover mine, were you thinking?"

She blushes a bit and looks away. "Nothin'" She admits. 

"Oh." I say. I relent a little with the teasing. I try and 
veer the topic a bit from innduendoes to ..

"I wish I did have a pussywillow." I mumble. "Something soft 
for this very soft skin." And I trace small white lines along the 
flesh of her back.

"But you do have a pussywillow." She whispers back to me, 
lifting her eyes again to meet my own. "She's right here!" And leans 
foward to catch my lips once more as it's my turn to be shocked 
speechless. It takes me a few seconds to react to the kiss but I'm 
soon giving as good as I'm getting, and it's so..so..very, very good.

Finally I break off the kiss. "Willow!" I gasp. "You're such 
an evil little which!"

"You betcha!" She chirrups with a nod to emphasise her total 
agreement.

She puts her head back down on my shoulder, closes her eyes 
and, I'm guessing, drifts off to sleep.

This is one of many, many, reasons I love her so, and like 
her. You can love someone and not like them, believe me, I know. You 
can even love them and still hate them with all the ...well..hate them 
a heck of a lot. But I like her, and love her. One reason is she can 
be ..just such a surprise. One minute timid, the next wanton then back 
to timid. Best of all she isn't even aware she's doing it. It's just 
her, part and parcel, an aspect of the whole redheaded, hewbrew, 
wiccan chunk of goodness I have in my arms. 

Like? Definetly.
Love? Eternally.

	
So here we are. In my bedroom. The window beside us is open to 
let in the fresh air, an occasional cloud moves across the sky, I can 
tell, as the moonlight shining through fades in and out every once in 
a while. We're both lying on one half of my big ol' bed. We got so 
used to sharing such a tiny bed back at the dorms that I guess it's a 
hard habit to break. We either stick to one side of my queenie or the 
other. Always together, always in contact. Going all the way to hold 
each other the whole night long, or, at the very least a hand resting 
on a thigh, or someone's back. We're always touching in one way or the 
other. 

I look around the room. Mr. Gordo my guard piggy is in his 
place, the alarm clock properlly functioning for the summer. Meaning 
that it's unplugged and tossed in the corner. Bad, evil alarm clock! 
For the next few weeks you are dead! Whooha! Clothes are scattered 
around the room. Well..mine are. Willow always insists on folding hers 
and putting them in a small neat pile. I think she does it to annoy 
me, all it really does is make me...uhmm..hungry. Cause, she takes em' 
off one at a time. First the shirt, folds it, dress, pants, whatever, 
fold that, pick up the shirt, lay the pants, skirt..again whatever, 
down, put the shirt on top, reach behind and really arch the back to 
unclasp her bra...fold that and..bend OVER to put it on top of her 
shirt. 

She's a natural striptease. 

Usually by that point I'm having a very diffilcult time 
remembering to breathe. 

But that was a while ago. Now we're just resting, or..she is. 
I'm thirsty. I move very, very, slowly, reaching over her sleeping 
form, I think she's asleep, to my bedstand for the glass of water I 
know is there. Carefully, carefully, while it would be fun to hear her 
scream if I dropped some water on her, the resulting suspension of 
smoochie n' snuggles priviledges would be not so much fun.

	
I tilt the glass and beging to drink.

"Y'know why I like being naked with you Buffy?"

It is only through Slayer training I do not spit the contents 
of my mouth clear across the room. Really. Slayer training, natch.

I swallow..choke... gasp.. and finally can speak.

"Say..say that bit again?" I ask Willow.

She's kind enough not to laugh at me.

"Do you know what I like about being naked with you?" She says 
again. She's got this impish smile, like ..I dunno. Just..wide eyes, 
broad grin with ..it's just lovely. Trust me on this okay?

"You mean," I cough. "You mean from beside the obvious?"

"Oh the obvious is groovy." She says nochalantly. "Beyond 
groovy in fact. It's groovin' past groovy, well on it's way to 
stupendous, rightious, with just a smidgen of heavenly."

"A smidgen?" I question with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, just a teensieset bit more than a smidgen." And she 
holds her thumb and finger apart a few centimeters.

I shake my head, set the glass aside and grab her, spinning 
her over so I'm on top looking down on her. 

"Okay then." I say. Our noses even less far apart than her 
fingers were a second ago ago. "Tell me why you like being naked with 
me." I can smell her breathe, it's hot n'sweet..and..ready. 

A few beads of sweat just appeared on her upper lip. I've very 
tempted to lick them off.

"It's..because..." She gasps out, she then hmmm in ..pleasure 
I hope! Probably because I'm running my finger tips along her sides 
with my left hand while the fingers of my right slowly slide along the 
edge of her ear. 

"Yes?" I hiss.

"We're the same height now."

Ohh..kay..that was unexepected. I don't stop what I'm doing, 
Nothing could stop me now, but it does kind of ...distract me a bit. 
What did I tell ya, she's a bundle of surprises. 

"Come again?" I ask helpfully. 

Her eyes are closes and she whimpers a bit when I give a lazy 
pinch to her ear.

"You're the Slayer." She whispers. "So tall and strong, and 
powerful and beautiful. Larger than life. Hmmm....tease." 

I've snaked my left hand down, paste her waise and am slowly 
tracing circles with two fingers on the back of her thigh. She lifts 
her knee a few inches to...help.

"And?" I ask still stroking her skin, I lean down to her 
untouched ear and take the tip between my teeth, squeezing just the 
littlest bit, then, after letting it go, blow cool air across the 
flesh, over her ear, along the back of her neck. I love watching the 
hair stand up. She just gives a little gasp and shifts, raising her 
right leg and crossing it over me, using it, and her arms, to pull me 
against her. 

"Now..though." She still has her eyes closed. "Now your Buffy. 
My Buffy. Forever n'ever my Buffy. We're the same height now."

And I understand what she's talking about. Perfectly. Clarity. 
And I have another fantastic reason to lover her, and like her, and 
cherish her and... I just love surprises.

"Yeah.." I whisper into her ear. "Yeah we are." 

It's my turn to purr and arch my back, as her own nails start 
moving in lazy and exotic patterns over my back musles. One finger 
pauses to trace the outline of a few small scars, she knows where they 
all are by heart and, despite being made from pain, now she uses them 
for pleasure. Mine.

"You know what." She begins to say. I pay half attention. Most 
of my mind is singing with sensation. I'm all goosepimply 
now...goosepimply and hot and ..and...content yet hungry 
and..mmm..lots of 'MMMmmm-factor' pouring through me.

"Wh..what?" I manage to get out. Damn she's good. I rest my 
forehead against her, all the strength is just pooling away from me, I 
feel all noodley too. 

"There's another reason I like being naked with you." She says 
between kisses to my face, my eyes, ears...fingers are still moving, 
hers I mean. I've..sorta fallen behind.

"Why's that?" I say. More sigh really. I'm the kitty cat now. 
Purrrr...

"Can't tell you." Willow says, her fingers have moved down my 
back, and now it's my turn to be teased by the edges of nails along 
the back of my thighs and upward and down.

"Uh..uh...mm..why?" I say.

"Have to show you!" And my eyes shoot open as her hands 
suddenly clasp my face, she lifts her face to meet my own and I the 
subsequent is...just so tempting!

With a burst of strength Willow flips me over back onto 
..uh..my back without breaking the kiss. Hands, tounge...hunger. 
Everything. 

"Yessss.." I moan into her mouth. "Show me!"

God I love how she surprises me.