FF: Eavesdropping

["Christeen Demons" <Shyfox30@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

This is for someone who said I was a tease with my love scenes...I'm not 
gonna name names, but I figured I would give you this to make up for 
it...let me know how I did.:-)

Shyfox

Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the vampire Slayer belong to Joss 
Whedon..and I guess UPN now...hail UPN, savior of Buffy...wheee.:-) Anywho, 
this story involves a loving and um...ahem...well...let's just say that if 
you're opposed to love scenes between two women, this wont be your cup of 
tea. P.S. Buffy's view's toward Brandon Fraser and the Mummy in general in 
no way reflect my own...just thought I'd make that clear.:-) There...I 
think that's all....on with the story.


Eavesdropping


Buffy and Willow were out at a movie, Rupert was....well, he had been doing 
something for the past week, although he did say he wasn't at liberty to 
discuss it, which in Giles' world meant that it had something to do with the 
Watcher's council, that and he had
received a call from them about a week ago, and wouldn't say what it had 
been about. Joyce told herself that it was none of her business, and the 
man really had the right to some privacy, even though if the Watcher's 
council was involved, and hence her daughter she thought she really should 
have some information about it...but Rupert was being
close-mouthed for once, and she respected him enough to let him handle 
things. She supposed, that if it were about Buffy he would tell her...and 
Buffy about it eventually.

All of this added up though, to an evening at home alone, and she was 
enjoying it for all that she was worth, all snuggled up in her queen size 
bed, her comforter doing a great job of being comforting, with just a bowl 
of popcorn, a glass of wine, and a Marlon Brando
movie for company. Not that she minded Buffy or Willow's company, she 
enjoyed both of her girls, relished in their presence, but once in a while, 
she did enjoy a nice relaxing evening by herself. It gave her time to 
unwind, and examine her very full and hectic life. With her job at the 
museum, her new relationship with Rupert, not to mention the new
family Buffy had helped to create, she was finding her plate very full 
indeed.

Which is why this evening was very much needed. Licking her fingers clean 
from the buttery popcorn, she turned up the volume with her remote and 
leaned back against her pillows. 'Ah. This is the life.' She thought, a 
smile on her face, as complete and total relaxation came to greet her.

*****

Marlon Brando, playing Stanley Kowalski in the movie 'Streetcar Named 
Desire' was just yelling out for his Stella, when Joyce heard the downstairs 
door opening, and Buffy and Willow's voices rising up to her.

'Uh oh...trouble in paradise?' Joyce wondered as she overheard them having a 
very involved conversation about the movie....


"So you're saying you didn't like the movie?" Willow asked, a tinge of 
upset in her tone.

"No, honey, that's not what I'm saying at all. I thought it was pretty 
good, and even exciting in places. And that guy playing the Magi...wow...I 
just don't think Brandon Frasier is a very good actor." Buffy explained, 
treading carefully on Willow's raging hormones.

"But what about that scene where he had to get Evelyn back from the Mummy! 
You didn't think it was all touching when he went to her rescue and saved 
her, killing the Mummy in the process?" Willow asked, her voice sounding 
kind of miffed.

"I just don't think it was very realistic." Buffy explained, knowing she 
was making her wife mad, but not knowing how to backpeddle out of it without 
looking and feeling ridiculous. 'When that Lamaze lady said Will's hormones 
were going to go out of control, she wasn't kidding...yeesh.' Buffy thought 
to herself, biting her lip so she wouldn't start grinning like an idiot. 
She couldn't help it...there was a small part of her...miniscule 
really...that really, really liked arguing with her wife. It...well...she 
would never admit this to anybody...in about a gazillion years...but it 
really turned her on.

Willow looked at her then, and Buffy could see the fire starting to build in 
those green eyes. 'Ooooh, yeah...Willow...honey...baby...bring on the 
fire.' Buffy thought to herself, rubbing her hands together mentally, while 
offering her best 'innocent' look to her wife.

"Are you saying that if I got kidnapped by an evil Mummy you wouldn't come 
rescue me?" Willow asked, seriously offended.

Buffy cringed initially at the imagery that swept through her head, but as 
she watched the hazel eyes glaring into her own, sparkling with their own 
fire and spirit and something very akin to desire, she felt that same desire 
start swimming excitedly through her own blood stream. She grinned, 
repeatedly, as she answered. "Well you got me there, Will...I'd come in 
swinging...and then I'd kill the Mummy, but I'd rip his head off with my 
bare hands." She clenched her hands for emphasis, her eyes lighting with 
her pent up desire.

"You're so cute when you get worked up like that." Buffy teased, noticing 
the fire rekindle easily in those green eyes.

"I am not." Willow enunciated clearly, even though she felt the heat 
rushing to her cheeks.

"You're right...I take that back." Buffy said, nodding her head, while 
attempting to look serious. Before Willow could speak up, Buffy 
interjected. "You're beautiful." And seized the lips she'd been dying to 
kiss all night. Wasn't being married supposed to slow your sexual urges? 
Make them less potent? Less Frequent? Buffy found the opposite to be true, 
the longer she was with her, the more she wanted her.

Even now, when the pregnancy had progressed to a very active stage, Willow's 
body growing larger with child so that Buffy could barely bring her arms 
completely around her middle, she wanted her...and she had found very 
interesting ways to get what she wanted.

Willow, who was not expecting the kiss at all, had to grab onto Buffy's 
shoulders to keep herself from falling. Buffy remedied the situation by 
wrapping her arms tighter around her love's waist, pinning her to the wall 
by the stairs. "Mmm...Buffy..." Willow protested, half-heartedly, as she 
felt her temperature rising, induced by her wife's magic hands.

"Hmm?" Buffy purred, smiling as her hands traced their way up and down her 
love's body. She had no intention of letting Willow out of this very 
convenient spot. She had her right where she wanted her...for the moment 
anyway.

"We can't stay here!" Willow panted, gasping as a strong hand moved over 
her more sensitive areas, eliciting quivers of desire to run rampant through 
her body.

"Why not?" Buffy asked, her head quickly becoming clouded as she turned her 
total focus to making Willow shiver. She grinned as she nibbled on a very 
delectable earlobe, shivering in sympathy as she felt Willow shake from her 
attentions.

"Joyce might get up...you know...for a midnight snack..." Willow said, 
between breaths and gasps of pleasure. "And...look..." Her eyes darted 
frantically to the clock on the living room wall. "It's almost midnight."

"Mmmhmm," Buffy agreed, still purring. "It's almost midnight." She said, 
her attention not diverted in the slightest from the deliciously soft skin 
between Willow's collar bone and chin.

"Buffy...please..." Willow recognized that she was pleading, but was too 
desperate to care. If they didn't move soon, she was afraid they'd end up 
making love right there on the living room floor. And that would be a truly 
embarrassing scene for Joyce to witness. Willow could feel her face 
reddening and her desire diminishing just thinking of her
Mother-in-law seeing them rolling around on the floor like a couple of dogs 
in heat. "Let's go upstairs."

Buffy realized that Willow had taken all the teasing, and hints of public 
humiliation that she could stand, and not wanting to lose the moment, 
prepared to remedy the situation. "Your wish...my command." Buffy whispered 
as she bent to pick up her wife, not wanting to lose contact for a moment.

Willow, seeing what Buffy intended to do, grew suddenly very nervous, and 
not a little self-conscious about her growing weight. "No...Buffy...you 
can't." She started to protest.
"I'm too heav....vy." Her eyes widened in surprise as the Slayer easily 
picked up her seventh month pregnant frame. "I...guess you can." Willow 
blinked, looking into Buffy's beaming face.

Buffy shifted Willow in her arms until the redhead no longer felt awkward, 
then grinned at her. "No problem. I'm stronger than the average bear."

Willow couldn't help the delighted laugh that leaked out at Buffy's Yogi 
impersonation. "Take me to bed, Yogi." She commanded, an impish grin 
lightening her features.

"As you wish, Boo boo." Buffy giggled, loving the fire that leaped back 
into her lover's eyes at the nickname. "Exit stage right." Willow would 
have mentioned the slip in character from Yogi to Snagglepuss, but her lips 
were otherwise engaged the second
Buffy had finished the line, making the trip up the stairs an interesting 
affair.

*****

'Oh dear...young love...' Joyce couldn't help smiling as her daughters' 
argument turned into a heated exchange of a different kind. She remembered 
how it used to be when she was Buffy's age...first married to Hank, when 
their love was young and new, and they
hadn't been able to keep their hands off of each other. But then their 
relationship had 'changed'. She wasn't sure how, or why, couldn't remember 
who's fault it was, or the arguments over late night meetings, and 
inexplicable absences. It had just happened, they had fallen out of love 
somehow. And try as she might, she couldn't find a single person to blame. 
Sometimes these things just happened.

Shutting out the bad memories, her mind kicked in with her recent memories 
of her 'growing relationship' with Rupert. "Heck with young." She decided, 
closing the door firmly on her past with Hank. "Just love...ahh, love..." 
She let her mind wander,
embracing the new and fragile feelings that Rupert was breathing into life 
again. Is it worth it? She wondered, thinking about the quiet man who had 
breezed into her life, without her even knowing about it at first, but 
making an unwavering claim on it just the same. And then upon hearing her 
daughter and her daughter's wife trying to sneak into
their room, without much success as the frustrated cries of trying to find 
the door while they were still wrapped around each other drowned out the 
track of her movie momentarily.

'Yeah...absolutely.' She grinned, losing herself in the romance of Stanley 
and Stella once more.

*****

"Quick, Buffy...hurry...hurry..." Willow said, impatiently, between kisses 
as Buffy fumbled for the door.

"I'm trying..." Buffy said, only to be cut off by more passionate kisses. 
For a moment Buffy was tempted to take her right there on the door, using 
her Slayer strength to hold her lover up, but she knew she wouldn't be able 
to hide the mortification if her mother were to
peek her head out at this very moment. Finally, palms sweating, she grasped 
the door handle and gave it a yank, almost falling in when the door creaked 
open. Momentarily losing her balance, she aimed for the bed, hoping the 
soft mattress would help break their fall.

They landed in a heap, Buffy's head cushioned by Willow's very soft, and 
enlarged breasts. The pleasure of having her face buried between the soft 
masses warred with her concern over Willow's welfare. "Are you all right?" 
Buffy asked, concern in her voice as she hoped she hadn't hurt her wife with 
the fall. All she received for reply was soft lips
surging on hers and strong hands in her hair, pulling her closer.

When the kiss ended, Buffy snuggled into her favorite position...nestled 
between Willow's now quite swollen breasts and started running lines over 
the silk covered chest, allowing
her naughty hands to wander, playing with her favorite objects of obsession. 
She could hear Willow's breath hitching as she played, feeling her lover's 
fingers digging in to her scalp when her hands got too frisky. "I love 
this." Buffy whispered, entranced by her
finger's motions.

"Love what?" Willow gasped, gulping down a wave of heat as a smile spread 
across her face. "Playing with my nipple?"

"You betcha!" Buffy smiled up at her wife's green, sparkling eyes, seeing 
the passion shining from them clearly. Buffy's smile widened as Willow 
gulped, she knew that she was in it for the long haul, that she was going to 
tease unmercifully, until she had her begging for mercy, and even past that, 
until Buffy had her fill.

Buffy watched Willow's face as her fingertips traced lazy, concentric 
circles slowly around her lover's breast, moving slowly inwards towards the 
center. She knew this drove her love crazy and that was why she loved doing 
it.

"I remember." Buffy murmured, watching the green eyes drift shut, pleasure 
spreading over the adored face.

"Huh..wha?" Willow gasped, the green eyes opening again, briefly, before 
drifting shut once more, not of their own accord. Conversation, right now, 
was not her forté, although she tried really hard to listen to what her 
Slayer was saying.

"I remember when I cared about 'pecs' but these.." She tweaked a nipple 
causing Willow's head to leap off the pillow for a second accompanied by her 
pleased squeak. "These are so much more lovely." Buffy was spell bound, 
captured by the pleasure on her lover's face.

'Wha..wha..why?' Willow panted. Talking time was almost over. She couldn't 
think coherently, much less get the words out.

"Because they're yours. And because it drives you crazy when I do this." 
Buffy answered, and ran her tongue over the silk that was the only barrier 
between her and her treasure.

"Feels...like...cat's ..tongue..." Willow moaned, her hand clenched tightly 
in the Slayer's hair, her eyes shut tight.

"Oh, Yesss.' Buffy hissed, feeling pleasure ignite in her stomach at the 
image. "I'm the kitty..you're the milk." She caught some of the material, 
and the flesh beneath, between her teeth.

'Oh!' Willow gave a short moan. 'Goody.' She breathed.

"Feed me." Willow groaned at the need in Buffy's voice and was lost in an 
instant.


*****

Joyce let out a little frustrated sigh and clicked the volume control up 
another notch. It wasn't that her children were being loud...'Then again, 
those sounds are pretty clear indications that they are not children.' She 
reminded herself, shaking her head. 'At least, not
anymore.'

The noises...passions actually...were getting more and more...intense. She 
tried to forget that it was her 'daughter' making those sounds in the next 
room. Usually she could block out the sounds; she had gotten used to it, 
the occasional night broken by sounds of lovemaking. 'Well...' She 
reconsidered. 'Not so occasional. Very...frequently actually.' But what 
could she expect, they were newlyweds, newlyweds that had been forced to 
fight their way back to each other over some very trying circumstances. It 
was only natural that they would take every opportunity to be close.

A particularly vigorous thump echoed throughout the room and Joyce had to 
scramble across the bed to catch her cup before it was rattled off of her 
table. She just made it. 'Yup, it is natural.' She reminded herself, sighing 
as she slumped back against her pillows. 'At least they're healthy.' She 
decided, optimistically, turning her attention back to her television, 
hoping that Marlon Brando's special brand of magic could distract her for 
just a little while longer.

Then another thump, coupled with a short screech of pleasure, echoed loudly 
across the room and Joyce cringed, hoping it didn't wake the neighbors. "My 
god, Buffy...what are you doing to that poor girl?" She muttered, glancing 
at the actively shaking wall. She thought about what she had just said for 
a moment, then shook her head viciously. "I did not just think that." She 
muttered to herself, mortified. Obviously, the movie was not going to help. 
Getting up and shrugging into some clothes, she slipped out of her room 
and down the stairs, being careful not to step on any creaks, not wanting to 
alert them as
she passed by their room, although she very much doubted they would hear 
anything at this point. 'Maybe K-Mart's having a sale.' She hoped, as she 
slipped out the door, leaving the house to the girls.

*****

"Mmmm," Willow purred, contentedly, feeling warm and tingly all over. She 
knew there was a reason she loved Buffy Rosenberg-Summers as much as she 
did...well, one of the reasons at least. She looked down to meet the hungry 
blue eyes that rose up to greet her, then giggled as Buffy apparently not 
having had enough the first time, went back for
seconds. "Greedy Slayer..." Willow murmured, sultrily, "Save some for the 
baby."

Buffy snorted into bare skin, relaxing for the moment. She 
hadn't...yet...but she was content just to hold her wife, feeling her relax 
after the thoroughly invigorating love making session they'd just 
experienced. She'd noticed Willow was more vocal than usual, actually the 
thought brought a smirk to her lips at just how loud Willow had gotten. 
She'd noticed that the television in her mother's room had gotten noticibly 
louder, and hoped against all possibility that her mother hadn't heard them, 
but she couldn't help wondering who 'Stanley' was.

"Just trying to help you practice." Buffy said, giggling as she ran her 
hand over her baby, feeling her kick in response. She was a lot more active 
these days, and Buffy imagined she was getting impatient being cooped up in 
there, just waiting to be born. "I think she
likes it when I make you happy...she gets all active afterwards." She said, 
thinking out loud.

"Buffy..." Willow said, with a blush. "You don't think she feels that...do 
you?"

"Well..." Buffy started, her voice thoughtful as she traced the tightened 
skin over her wife's abdomen. "I read somewhere...something about 
endo...endo..." She growled in frustration...somehow the word always 
reminded her of dolphins, but she couldn't think of it at the moment. "You 
know...those hormones that are released during...you
know...making love..."

"Endorphins." Willow responded with a smile, kissing the top of Buffy's 
head, as she saw where her love was going with this.

"Right...thanks Will...and how the baby responds to them." She couldn't 
remember exactly where she'd read it...probably in one of her classes. She 
kissed the skin she'd been tracing, grinning as she felt Willow shiver, 
while her baby moved against her lips. "I think it
shows the baby that we love each other...and that we love her...even though 
she's still inside the womb."

"I think you're right." Willow said, mistily, smiling into her lover's 
face. Buffy could be so sentimental sometimes. "Speaking of endorphins..." 
Willow purred, realizing Buffy had yet to have her turn. "How about we 
raise yours?"

"Sounds good..." Buffy was cut off as she gasped. Willow's hands on her 
body were like fire trickling over her skin. "...to me." She finished on a 
moan, losing herself to her wife's knowledgable touch.

*****

Buffy woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting across her nose, 
followed by even more pleasant smells of cooking food. Buffy was still 
using her wife for a pillow, so she knew it wasn't Willow who was causing 
the delicious aroma...which only left one person...her mom. Glancing at the 
alarm clock, through the hazy morning light, she
noticed it was only six in the morning. 'What's mom doing up so early?' she 
wondered, debating on whether she should get up and investigate or not. Her 
stomach was saying one thing, the rest of her body, that was quite happy 
where it was at, quite another.

"What's that I smell?" Willow was barely audible but it was enough to make 
Buffy jump. She'd thought the redhead was asleep.

"I think mom's cooking." Buffy replied, her eyes half shut, her hand 
wandering silky skin, even as her stomach started rumbling in protest.

"At this hour?" Willow wondered, the delicious aroma's arousing her 
appetite.

Buffy shrugged. "Maybe she got hungry. I know I am...come on...let's go 
see." Buffy said, as she slipped out of bed, ignoring her body's protests, 
she figured they'd been sated enough, threw on her bathrobe, and started 
following the smells, intent to discover who was causing them.

When they reached the kitchen, they couldn't believe their eyes. The table 
was loaded with a smorgasbord of pancakes, eggs and bacan, sausage, home 
fries, waffles, toast, jam, butter, orange juice and several other food 
items. A pot of coffee was sitting in the
percolator, and Joyce was in front of the stove, making still more pancakes.

"Mom...are we expecting an army or what?" Buffy asked, incredulously as she 
looked around at all the mouth watering food.

Joyce looked up from her fry pan, giving the two girls a warm look. "Good 
morning, Willow...Buffy, I thought you two might be hungry." The truth 
was...after she'd come back from the store, she'd felt the need for 
something to keep herself busy. So, she'd started baking at around three, 
there were at least three banana breads cooling on the window sill, if she 
knew how to pickle, she would have done that, but she'd seized on making 
breakfast, figuring that her two girls must have worked up quite an 
appetite.

Buffy and Willow exchanged amused, embarrased looks. "Mom...we are hungry, 
but I don't think there's any way we're going to be able to eat all of this. 
How long have you been at it?" Buffy asked, noticing a curious redness 
come over her mother's face.

"Well, it doesn't matter...just eat what you can." Joyce said, in way of an 
answer. "Would you mind cleaning up after you're done?" She asked, while 
grabbing a plate of food, and starting to walk toward the stairs. "I'm 
going back to bed."

The two girls stared after her, wearing matching bemused stares. Then 
Willow turned to her wife, her face starting to pinken as she wondered..."Do 
you think she...?" She started to say, noticing Buffy's eyes widen at the 
prospect.

"Who want's pancakes?" Buffy brushed the question aside, making Willow a 
plate, hoping to keep her wife busy. But she had a sneaking suspicion they 
were both thinking the same thing. 'Really gotta be more quiet next time.'



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