FIC: Si Vis Amari 1b/?

["Beckett, Kevin" <kevin.beckett@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Si Vis Amari, Ama (If you want to be loved, love) 
by Kevin Beckett

Part 1b
See part 0 for header information.


Their parents had been, to put it mildly, livid. There had been 
repeated demands to know what had happened, and how the girls could 
have been pregnant without them knowing. Their explanation that while 
minutes had passed on Earth that they had been away for a year did 
nothing to answer the parental questions. They demanded to know the 
names of the fathers and who they were, and were stunned to find out 
that there had been no 'fathers'. That one fact alone, along with the 
fact that somehow the two babies were identical in every way, finally 
convinced both Willow and Buffy's parents that something strange had 
happened to their daughters. With the typical Sunnydale mindset, they 
had then proceeded to act as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

Once they had convinced their parents that something extraordinary had 
occurred, things were a little easier. Arrangements had been made to 
find medical assistance for the two injured members of Willow's group, 
fortunately when you lived over a hell-mouth, weird medical 
emergencies were a very frequent occurrence and were always discreetly 
and competently dealt with. 

Over the next few days and weeks the complete story had been gradually 
told to family and friends. How Buffy and Willow had been transported 
to a different world, a world beset by demons, yet very similar to 
Earth. How Willow had come into her powers, and how Buffy had become 
both a warrior mage and avatar of the Goddess. That Willow had become 
a natural, if reluctant, leader, and how when she had nearly died from 
a traitor's attack Buffy had been able to miraculously cure her. How 
by the two women linking so closely together during the healing 
process had caused a near schizoid reaction in both of them, that when 
healed had resulted in the two of them becoming nearly one, and had 
also resulted in the two of them becoming pregnant.

Finally, they had recounted the events surrounding the savage demon 
attack on the human population with the goal of seeking total world 
dominance. The desperate escape of Willow's small group of humans to 
the mountains and relative safety. The growing realization during the 
flight that Aiofe and Bridie had become more than just friends, and 
how Willow had been able to 'father' their daughters. Finally, they 
had recounted the events surrounding the final battle with the demons. 
How Buffy's identical twin had been found, and how Buffy, and the 
other slayers had fought off a demon army while Willow finished a 
spell, which closed the demon's source of power, and saved humanity on 
that world.

The stunned reaction by their family and friends to the events that 
had happened was nothing compared to the reaction about the true 
nature of the watcher's counsel had had on them. Willow and Buffy had 
learned that the counsel was in fact a demon front. They retold the 
story that the demon master had said, about how the demon leadership, 
which spanned multiple dimensions and worlds, had designed the counsel 
as a method to relegate demons to superstition and mythology in human 
folklore. They told their comrades that the counsel was primarily 
designed as a method to marginalize the slayers on a targeted world 
thereby removing the single most effective weapons against the planned 
conquest of the world. 

Buffy's watcher Giles had been stunned by the information that Willow 
and Buffy had presented. He protested, argued and tried to find flaws 
in the news, but was finally convinced by the totality of Willow's 
arguments. Giles had immediately retired, without any explanation, 
from the counsel, feeling betrayed by his former colleagues. There 
had been another, darker, reason for his retirement. Buffy had also 
learned that the counsel had most likely tampered with her DNA while 
she had been in the womb, giving her some of the abilities that she 
used in fighting demons. Why the demon front would have enhanced the 
slayers abilities to fight their own kind was not certain, and Willow 
had decided that it was not worth pursuing just yet. Giles had 
accepted the fact that it was possible that others on the counsel may 
have been involved with Buffy's pre-natal development, but that he had 
had nothing to do with anything like that. Buffy and the others 
believed him, but he had decided that his former life was a lie, and 
was attempting to have nothing to do with any of it ever again. He 
had taken his savings and had opened a small shop in the tourist 
section of town.

The months following their return had been chaotic. First, there was 
the job of finding the house and renovating it to meet their needs. 
Then they had to find a school for Samantha, and fabricate a history 
for her so that unwelcome questions would not be asked.

They also realized that the demons on the Earth were still in contact 
with their trans-world leadership, and whatever plans they had for the 
Earth were still in progress. Willow, continuing in her leadership 
role, had decided that instead of confronting the counsel immediately 
that they would try to keep a low profile, while recruiting other 
slayers, gathering more information on the counsel and its activities 
and building up their strength.

There had also been the joy in the birth of Aiofe and Bridie's 
daughters, now six months old, and the process of educating the 
newcomers to the technology and differences of this world over the one 
that they had grown up on. In all it had been non-stop work for 
everyone, which had only recently begun to ebb.

"I remember," said Buffy, "and I know that things have been busy, 
and eventful, but..."

"But?"

"It's just that. Just that, I didn't think that being a parent and a 
spouse was so much work."

"Huh?"

"Oh," sighed Buffy, "before it was easy. Slay, school and love 
you. No real worries other than the next test or the next vamp. Now 
there's bills and school for Sam and four demanding little girls who 
are growing like weeds, on top of patrolling and keeping on top of the 
hell-mouth. Then there's the planning for the future, the recruiting 
and worrying what the counsel is up to."

"Poor baby," said Willow, as she snuggled up next to her lover. 
"Let's see if I can think of a way to take your mind of off of things 
for a while."

"I think that I'm beyond hope," said Buffy, as she ran her fingers 
along her lover's belly, leaving long wet trails as she did so, "but 
if anyone can help, it would be you."

"Mmmm, that's nice," said Willow, "don't stop."

"Hey, wasn't I the one that was supposed to be getting the 
attention?"

"Things change."

Both women then began to pay serious attention to their lovemaking. 
Willow began by leaving a trail of wet kisses, which started at the 
slayer's neck and moved down, along her collarbone, between her 
breasts and then followed the sword tattoo until she reached Buffy's 
navel.

Buffy ran her fingers along the underside of Willow's breasts then 
began to make small circles around the nipple, before she took each 
nipple and rolled them between her thumb and forefinger.

Willow blew softly into her lover's navel, causing the small droplets 
of water that had collect there to fly up and bead on Buffy's taut, 
flushed, stomach. She then began to lick, almost lap, at the skin 
just above Buffy's neatly trimmed pubic hair, which resulted in the 
slayer arching her back in pleasure, and Willow receiving a mouthful 
of hot bath water.

"This won't due," said Willow, almost to herself, "I don't like 
breathing water."

Willow reached under her lover, and lifted her up, and out of the 
water. She then carried her over and deposited her gently on one of 
the benches along the wall of the room.

"My big strong witch girl," said Buffy, "you going to keep me 
safe?"

"Always."

Willow grabbed a small hand-towel and then began to pat-dry Buffy. She 
started with the slayer's toes and moved slowly, deliberately, up her 
muscled legs. She stopped at each blemish and scar, first drying, 
then bending down to softly kiss each one before continuing. When she 
reached Buffy's knees, she softly moved her lover's legs apart, and 
then began to kiss and lick her way up the inside of Buffy's thighs. 

"Oooo," sighed Buffy, "you are so good, you're bad."

"I know," replied Willow, with an impish grin, "but I've only just 
begun."

Willow reached her goal, and began to tenderly lick and kiss each 
labia in turn. Buffy began to squirm in pleasure as her clitoris 
became swollen, looking for attention, and release. Willow, with her 
intimate knowledge of her lover, and their shared link, knew exactly 
when to move to Buffy's centre. Just as it seemed that the slayer 
would implode Willow struck. Thrusting three of her fingers deep into 
Buffy's body, Willow simultaneously sucked in, and began to stimulate 
with her tongue, Buffy's love button.

Buffy exploded, with pyrotechnic flashes of light cascading in her 
mind, then, due to their shared link, Willow joined her lover in 
orgasm, both women nearly passing out due to the constant feedback of 
pleasure from each other.

After fifteen minutes of endorphin induced near catatonia Willow 
looked up at her lover and said, "wow! Got to love our gift, half 
the effort, twice the effect."

After a long, drawn out moment, Buffy replied, "yep."

"Come slay girl," said Willow as she stood up on wobbly legs, "time 
for bed. The dawn is just around the corner, and we have lots to do 
tomorrow, rather today."

"That's right," said Buffy also standing on shaky legs, "its 
Samhain."

The two lovers walked, arm in arm, half supporting and half being 
supported, to their room, to try to get some sleep before the chaos of 
year-end hit them.

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Deep in the magical realm, which both joined and separated each world, 
a presence stirred.

Comprised of pure energy, it still had a definite feminine aura. It 
had been known to interact directly on occasion with the various 
beings on the material worlds, and when doing so had a preference of 
adopting a female guise.

She travelled, covering huge expanses of space and time with a mere 
thought, until she arrived at a nexus she had been working on for 
millennia.

"It's time," she thought to herself, "I wish that I could give them 
more time, but the great foe has begun to gather its lackeys."

Thinking for a moment, she then cast her awareness towards a specific 
reality, one that she had looked with favour upon before. "Good," 
she thought, "they have settled, and strengthened."

"Now lets see what support I can give them," she thought, "until 
I'm able to work more openly in the material realm."

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In a neat, cookie-cutter, house deep in a suburb to the east of 
Sunnydale was gathered a group of beings who had mayhem on their 
minds.

The group of twenty or so were seated in the basement on various 
decrepit sofas and chairs and were talking softly amongst themselves. 
All conversation ceased when their leader entered the room.

The tall, over six foot, vampire looked at the various humans and 
demons that she had recruited over the last few weeks and wondered if 
they would be able to handle the job that she had been given. 
Thinking, "too late to worry about that now," she turned to the 
group and said, "It's time. We strike on Friday night, two days 
from today. Where they won't be expecting it."

Her words caused a stir, and a growing sense of anticipation amongst 
the group, seeing that she continued, "you all know the plan. You 
all know where to be and what to do. Leave, now, and make sure that 
you do not contact each other until it is time to strike."

She turned and began to leave the room, just as she reached the door, 
she turned around and added, "oh, one other thing."

Her recruits looked up expectantly, "keep away from the slayer bitch 
and her little group of helpers," she said, and then smiled coldly 
before continuing, "I can't have any of you to being disposed of 
before Friday."

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The morning of October 31st dawned bright and clear. There was a 
strong wind off of the mountains, which promised some relief from the 
heat that had dominated the area for the previous week.

The house rose early, both Buffy and Willow up shortly after dawn, 
despite their late night, however, they were the last of the house to 
awake. They were entwined in the middle of their huge, double king-
sized, bed there were two warm spots beside them, indicating that 
their spouses had just recently left the bed. 

"I'll be so happy when they can feed themselves," groused Willow, as 
she woke to the cries of her daughters, and stumbled to the adjoining 
bathroom, "maybe then I'll be able to get some sleep."

"Yeah," agreed Buffy, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she joined 
her lover in the bathroom, "only seven or eight more years."

"Morning love," said Willow, as she leaned over kiss Buffy, "guess 
Aiofe and Bridie are already up."

"Morning," replied Buffy, "I guess. They are usually the early 
birds."

Both women finished their business in the bathroom and returned to 
their bedroom, to start dressing for the day.

"At least we get to bed at a relatively decent hour," said Aiofe, as 
she entered the room carrying two squirming little girls, "what time 
did the two of you get to bed?"

"No kidding," agreed Bridie, also entering with two little girls, 
"did you get even three hours sleep?"

"Meow," agreed Willow's familiar, Shadow-Cat, who had taken that 
opportunity to come back into the room, to take up her accustomed spot 
on a large overstuffed chair that faced the room's fireplace.

"Late, and no," said Buffy as she accepted her daughter from Aiofe 
and sat on another armchair so that she could feed her, "patrol took 
longer than we thought."

"Not to mention the three baddies," said Willow, settling Kendra on 
the breast, "but I think that we are all going to have to have a nap 
this afternoon."

"Huh," asked Buffy, "why's that?"

"To rest up for tonight," said Willow, "the ritual doesn't start 
until just before midnight, and will last nearly three hours. If we 
don't rest up we certain to make a mistake during the ritual, given 
the amount of sleep that we've not been getting."

Turning to Aiofe, Willow then continued, "what's left to do?"

"Not much," said the younger woman, sitting on the bed to feed her 
daughter, "just the last of the decorating, and the final touches to 
the work room."

"Shouldn't take more than an hour or so," added Bridie.

Soon the four babies had finished eating, and with satisfied sighs had 
detached, two of them immediately went back to sleep, the older two 
were having non of that - they were looking for attention from their 
parents.

"Ah, the joy of the very young," said Buffy, watching as Aiofe stood 
up to return the two sleeping girls to the nursery, "eat, sleep, eat 
again."

"Not like these two," agreed Willow, as she began an intense game of 
peek-a-boo with the two little girls that had taken up residence in 
the middle of the bed, "they want to be entertained."

"And mommies, are the best entertainers," said Bridie, joining 
Willow in the game.

The rest of the morning was spent in the routine of domesticity. 
Adults and children were bathed, Buffy and Willow's foster daughter 
Samantha was sent off to school, meals were prepared, physical 
training was completed and chores were done.

Soon it was mid-afternoon, time to finish the preparations for the 
evenings work.

Buffy and Willow were in the formal dining room, used only when guests 
were over since the family ate all of their meals in the huge kitchen, 
finishing setting the table for that evening's party. 

Buffy turned to Willow and asked, "what's the agenda for tonight 
lover?"

"First we take Sam and the babies for a quick trick-or-treat run," 
replied Willow, busy arranging the last of the flowers that were to be 
used as part of the table centrepiece.

"I must admit," said Buffy, "that I'm looking forward to that, 
since they are going to be very cute."

"Amana did a wonderful job," agreed Willow, "turning them into 
little ladybugs."

"And Grael and Xander converted the strollers into perfect leaves, 
for our bugs to sit on."

"And, with a massive tongue in cheek, Sam is just perfect as a little 
witch."

"She didn't have to go far to get her accessories," agreed Buffy, 
"so, after the candy run, then what?"

"By then, the rest of the group should be here, and we will have 
dinner," said Willow. "That will take us to ten or so, leaving 
enough time for the ritual baths and getting ready for the ceremony to 
begin at eleven or so."

"Well then," said Buffy, "why don't we finish up here, then head 
out to get the last of what we need. What we can't find at the mall, 
Giles should have."

"Good idea lover," said Willow.

"Then, once we get back," continued the slayer, "we should have 
enough time to have a nap with the kids, before we need to get them, 
and ourselves dressed."

<I just love it when you are in plan mode,> said Willow.

<Well,> replied Buffy, <with you almost always in leader mode, 
sometimes I just have to be the dominant one.>

<Promises, promises.>

<I always deliver,> replied Buffy, with a wicked mental grin as she 
gently ran her fingernails along Willow's arm.

"Let's go see if Amana needs anything else for dinner," said Willow, 
as she headed to the pantry, which joined the kitchen with the dining 
room, "before this degenerates into something that will not allow us 
to accomplish anything today."

"Party-pooper," replied her lover, a false pout on her face.

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The house was still active much later that evening. Intricately 
carved jack-o-lanterns lined the walkways, the fence and were in every 
window. Other seasonal decorations festooned both the exterior and 
inside of the house, which had been a very popular stop earlier that 
evening, the neighbours using the festivities as a legitimate excuse 
for a closer look at the house and it's new inhabitants. Amana and 
Grael, who had volunteered for door duty, had met and chatted with 
most of the neighbours, and had left more than favourable impressions 
in their minds.

(Continued in part 1c)