FIC: On Occasions-2 In a Limo

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

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On Occasion; In a Limo



"The last time I was in a limo was not fun Willow." I say 
crossing my arms. "And let me think, why, yes, that was just earlier 
this evening and shortly afterwards I had the joyful expierence of 
being hunted."

She ignores me and runs ahead to get the limo door open. "For 
the Slayer." She says with an exagerated bow.

I slump in the seat reluctantly. "Still not enjoying myself." 
I mumble.

She slides in the seat next to me and shuts the door. After 
quietly whispering to the driver the car pulls away from the curb. She 
settles beside me.

"Aw. Don't be grumpy." She whispers.

I squirm a bit, her hand has worked it's way up the back of my 
neck and she's running her fingertips through my hair along my scalp.

"Who says I'm grumpy?" I ask. It takes some effort but I 
manage to choke off the urge to purr.

Her fingers run along the rim of one ear and, against my 
wishes, I press my head a little harder into her hand. 

"What?" She askes innocently. "So the mighty Slayer isn't 
upset at, not only having lost the Homecoming crown, but also having 
her life saved by one Cordelia Chase?"

"She didn't save my life. Just..."

"Yeah?" Willow demands. Her tone belies her actions. Where one 
is demanding, pinning me to the floor, the other is soft, careful. 
Yes, we've cuddled since..ah...the begining. But...she's...

Ah.

Running a finger lightly along the hairline on the back of my 
neck..wow. 

"She...uh..just..happened to timely intervene." I stammer. 
Gotta change the subject. Turn the tables...could ask about Oz.. No. 
That's low.

"Willow...what are you doing?" Oh yeah, that was swift. Just 
invite her to make a coup de grace or whatever it is.

She slid closer and I didn't even notice. Her lips are just a 
hairsbreath from my ear. I think. I'm too afraid to turn my head. I 
can feel my ears getting hot. Is that her breath or...

"Me?" She breathes into my ear. Okay, it's both. "I'm 
timely..intervening."

"We'll be home soon." I don't want to object, but someone has 
to be pragmatic here. "And Mom, for once has bad timing. She's home."

"Yeah." Willow breaths. Her fingers still tracing patterns 
along my flesh. "Mine are too. My parents that is."

"So we better stop." I press home the point.

"Why?" She asks innocently. If I dared look at her I'd see 
mischief dancing in her eyes. But I can't. If I do I'll be lost. I 
want to be lost. Damnit, responsibility blows.

"Cause..." Oh..nibble..no..don't nibble. Nibbling bad. Check 
that...nibbling good! "Cause..no..uh..no time to finish what's been 
started."

"Something's been started?" She asks. Note to self. Don't 
talk. I talk, she answers..nibbling stops. Now that's bad!

I only nod. I could probably force myself to speak but that 
would distract me from the warm humm buzzing around my..self.

"I guess that's why.." Soft..she's so soft. "That I told the 
driver.." Her face is buried in the crux of my shoulder. She's nipping 
at my neck. My hand moves with it's own ideas and cups her cheek. "To 
just drive around until told to stop."

"Oh God Willow you're such a smart girl!" I give in to the 
demand, turn, grab her face in my hands and dive in.

It's been..feels like forever but we only cuddled a few days 
ago. She meets my advance with her own, equal need. Need? Sure. I feel 
needy, I feel hungry. I ...want this. So does she. I'm not stupid, 
it's sorta an obvious clue with the way our tounges are trying to wrap 
around each other. Her hands are fumbling with the zipper on the back 
of my dress. My own are tugging the straps of her dress off her 
shoulders. 

She breaks the kiss off.

"Not just any smart girl." She breathes. She's wearing her 
strawberry gloss. I swear off cherry for life! "Your smart girl."

"Amen." I whisper back. More kissage!

***

I swear I'm ready to pop. 

I'm so..divided. Part of me is screaming that this is wrong, 
being with a girl 'that' way. I pay it no never mind though. That's 
just panic.

Another part is ready to burn in embarassment. We're 
getting..that's..uh..I..we're together. No that doesn't work, we're 
together lots but this is... Okay, alright, I'll say it. We're going 
to make love. In the backseat of car. 

Isn't this some sort of 'rite of passage' all girls have to go 
through? Hot lovin' in the back seat?

Well, at least it's a spacious back seat. Why am I 
complaining? I instigated this. Hope Buffy doesn't ask me why though. 
I'm pretty sure any embarassment potential would hit critical mass. 
'Oh yes Buffy, seeing you all hot n'sweaty, torn dress, kinda dirty, 
kinda messy but so very alive got _me_ 
all hot n'sweaty! Nononono no no no..uh uh that would not work.

Ssss...course..uh..your nails tracing...un..patterns along my 
thighs..yeah..that works. Really well. In fact..it's really 
..ha..working too well. Can't pay attention to er..what I was trying 
..ohboy..to..do. 

No, no this is not good at all. I started this, I'm gonna 
finish it. We've been kissing the entire time, I sorta went on 
autopilot. Zoned. Buffy Summers Lips are a powerful zone causing 
element. Might I add highly addictive? She's trailing a path of tiny 
carreses with her lips along my jawline this very second. 

"Buffy turn around." I say. 

"Mmm.." 

"C'mon, turn around!" I pressed.

"But why?" She groaned slightly. 

"Cause I wanna play." Gosh, a sexual innduendo. What's 
happening to me? Where did shy Willow go? She wouldn't have realised 
an innduendo that was carefully introduced to her by name. 

Oh God, I just remembered that whole 'Playing Doctor' thing 
when Buffy was in the hospital. But I'm diffrent, I'm..more. She's in 
my arms, she's turned around, albiet grumplily, and in the name of 
Tootins' I'm gonna play!

"Don't complain now." I kiss the back of her neck. She tries 
not to react but I feel her breath catch in your throat. "See? This 
way I can finally get this darn zipper of yours. Won't that be nice?"

"Yeah." She murmers. I don't think she can hear me. Maybe 
that's because I've started nuzzling her while slowly unzipping the 
aformentioned dress. "Nice."

I ease the top off her shoulders, bending over as I do so to 
kiss my way down her neck along her back. Each new inch of skin I find 
and mark as mine. Her head has fallen back against my shoulder and it 
sounds like she's having a hard time remaining stoic. Good.

"You like?" I murmer.

"This..." She groans. "This shouldn't feel this good."

"Somethings's wrong then?" I ask innocently. Her arms have 
gone all slack so I have to lift them one at a time an ease them out 
of her dress.

"Oh no." I can hear her smile. "Something is very right."

I push the dress down to her waist slowly, dragging my thumbs 
along her ribs. Her head is still resting against my shoulder but now 
she's bare from the waist up save for her bra. 

It's a silky green one. When did she get it? It's beautiful, 
cups her breasts so lovingly. Giving them a slight push, leaving the 
tops almost completly exposed. So white and smooth and... it's almost 
a shame to take it off. Almost.

Oh, it's off. So much for regret.

I toss the bra over my shoulder. Really gotta remember to stop 
trying to be cool; it never works for me. The bra just bounces of the 
roof of the car and lands on my head. Buffy who's been watching me out 
of the corner of her eyes just stares at me. She's trying very hard 
not to laugh, she swallows a few times but manages to make do.

"Swell." I pout. "Seduction factor plummets like stone in 
river. Willow Wonder at three o'clock."



This is just so typical. I'm trying to be something more, be a 
little..extra. Buffy could have done, she'd have tossed my bra...I 
want her to toss my bra..I want her..she could have tossed it anywhere 
and it would have landed just in the right place. I can't even hit the 
ground! What if I destroyed the moment? What if I've broken 
everything? Would she leave me? Just wanna go back to being friends? 
No, not that. Once you've had Buffy, you can never go back. 

Buffy spins around instantly. How does she move that 
fast? 

"Don't you say that!" She admonishes me fiercly pointing at my 
face.. How she can be fierce while being exotic, yummy looking and 
topless all at the same time remains a mystery. 

"Don't you dare think that you're not anything less than 
incredibly desireable!" I blink. I think I blink. They are kinda fast. 

Desirable? 

Buffy slides right up next to me, the temperature just went 
up. She...her..they're..she's pressed up againt me. She smiling a 
small smile.

"And as for seduction level.." She walks her fingers up my 
nose then runs them through my hair pushing my head back a little.

She bends down and begins to kiss her way down my neck while 
at the same time effortlessly slipping the straps of my dress along my 
arms till it falls free. She did this while kissing me and I couldn't 
even get a darn zipper. Ah well..it's all...in the ..is it supposed to 
feel so... tingly?

She hasn't stopped kissing me, down my throat above the rise 
of my..ah..no. They're mine, I can say it, say them. I've had them 
for, oh, at least four years now. She's kissing the rise of my 
bre..br..oh ..out of time..there goes..my bra 
and...she..hhmmm...hmmm...sweet...hmmm...

Fingers..can feel her fingers, carrassing the underside..just 
barely though. What she's doing with her lips taking..up...most of 
...mind. Huummm....right there...no..don't move...to the move back 
up..up!

I grab her head gently and steer her back on course but she 
resists. Nooo..she's stopped...don't leave my breasts! They want more 
attention, I want more attention! Where are you going you silly 
Slayer?

Hey. I said breasts! Yay ...

Stop that! That tickles..no no..don't scrape my ribs. You'll 
ruin the moment. She's kissing me still..down..down...

I feel her hands leave my sides. Now she's cradling my calves. 
Sliding her fingers slowly up along the insides of legs while she 
keeps dabbing at my bellybutton. It stopped tickling..feels nice. Not 
nice like it was earlier but nice...

Gentle pressure on the insides of my thighs. She's easing 
..me..open and her ..lips are ..still...moving down and..she..she's..

"Buffy?" I recall that this is how one is supposed to talk. 
However I seem to be squeaking. "What are you doing?"

She stops her nuzzle, lick, kiss technique to look up at me. 
She's now crouched on the floor of the limo, between my..legs. Her 
hands have slipped up to my hips and her fingers have curled around 
the band of..eh..heh..my panties. All I have to do is lift my butt 
and...

Check that, I probably wouldn't have to do even that. She's 
got all those nifty slayer muscles.

She tilts her head up to look me in the eyes. She's got that 
half smile on her face, it's her 'I think I've got a good idea, 
really.' look. 

"I've always called you yummy Willow." She says. "Now I'm 
going to test that claim."

She's not talking loudly but her everyword is echoing inside 
the limo. Or my head. I'll never forget her tone, softness, the light 
in her eyes. This second is going right into long term memory. Labled 
under 'Things to Love in Recollection'. 

She's going to...she's going..she's gonna..gonna...

"Oh." I squeak.

"Okay." I lick my lips nervously. "Let's hope..uh..I'm..less 
filling?" 

She just smiles wider and I lift up off the seat so 
she..can...do what she ..wants.

***

Projecting confidance is easy. 

Being confidant. That's hard. In a way I'm jealous of Willow. 
She's strung tighter than a guitar string and I have every intent of 
giving her a really good 'twang'!

But at least she's comfortable enough to be uncomfortable! 
Around me that is. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I don't even 
know why I'm doing! I've never done this before. With...er..that is. 
No, absoluty nothing similar to this in my past. Ever! 

It just..seems like a good thing to do. So..deep breath 
sla...no. Not the slayer. Deep breath Summers. Gonna make love to 
Willow in brand new ways!

She lifts her hips and I slide her panties down, slipping them 
over her ankles. 

Black lace! Impressive.

She's right there. In front of me. At eye level. New. 

It's not like I haven't seen stuff like this before...but I 
havn't. Not like this. Never before like this.

She's mine. She's ..sharing..allowing..doing this for me, us, 
her.. it doesn't matter. This is the first time. It'll only happen 
once and I have to appreciate it..I have to treasure it..I have 
to..stop being so damn introspective. 

Poor Willow's she's trying not to shake. Her hands are resting 
on her thighs beside my head and I take one in each of my own hands 
and kiss the palms. 

"Shhhh.." I say into her hands then look up at her. "Do you 
trust me?"

She begins to nod, stops, seems to reconsider and decides to 
say her mind.

"Yes. Yeah..I mean..wow..never would have seen this coming 
but..oh..but..I..y'know I should have. I mean I know I should have or 
something..and..yes. Yes I do trust you Buffy. Really."

When Willow speaks her mind she speaks _all_ of it!

I like that about her.

I close my eyes and inhale carefully. I can..smell her 
arousal. It's..not unappealing. I..want this..
I do. Just..like that. Musty and..rich..sweet..I.. I think that's 
Willow in a way. She..reminds me..her..arousal..uh.. she's Willow. 

Yeah.

Gosh.

I lean down... I wanna go slow. Just like before. Don't want 
to startle her or nothing. I lay my cheek against the bare flesh of 
her left thigh and just begin to murmer. It's sooo..cool and soft 
against my cheek. I feel all..hot and..and..well..duh. But it's..her 
thigh..is so ..relaxing. I turn my face a bit and brush my lips across 
the skin. A tremor runs along her, I can see her hands squeesing into 
fists. Her breathing has gotten kinda husky and strained. 

I know the feeling.

I move up...kissing, licking. Where the tendon is most 
apparant just below..her.. I nip it betwen my lips.

Willow reacts with a low, humming sound in the back of her 
throat. 

"Hmmmmm..." She says. "Hmmmmm...."

She's moved her hands off her thighs and is resting them on 
top of my head. Her fingers glide through my hair, her nails moving 
back and forth over my skin. I bet she doesn't even know what she's 
doing. I wonder if she's even looking? I'm not about to stop to check. 

I stop. I need to focus..to..understand. This...is all 
happening so fast and ... I'm... not too sure. Gotta not get swept up 
but do this..because I want too

But..I do want too. I do. I'm so now aware of just how much, 
how right this is. My whole body is aching with need. Not for my own 
satisifaction though. For hers. I am going to play my Willow like an 
instrument and make sweet music! I'm going to rock her world and give 
her one hell of a memory. I'm going to give her ..give... I'm going to 
have her coming and going!

Without hesiting I dive in. 

I run my tounge slowly..from the bottom to the very top. 

I never thought it would be like this.

So...soft.

So...gentle.

So...sharing and sweet.

So...so...PAINFUL!!


I break off, flapping my hands about inefectivly. "Nails 
Willow!" I cry. "Nails, nails! Nails in my head! Bad! Ow! Ow! OWWW!!"

It takes a minute or two but a sense does return and I take a 
moment to pry Willow's hands from off my skull. 

"Oh God." Willow pants. I look at her.

Her head is thrown back on the seat, she's staring at the 
ceiling but I'm willing to bet money she doesn't see it. With her 
fingers pried loose from my scalp they're now hanging listlessly at 
her sides. Her chest heaves as she keeps reapeating 'oh god' over and 
over. 

For a second I'm worried.

Then her eyes lock with mine.

Now I'm _really_ worried!

"You stopped." Willow says quietly.

"Well...cause ..uh..your nails..and..my head..kinda..y'know.." 
I stammer.

"Don't stop." Willow says. "Please..please please please don't 
stop."

I smile, it's probably a rather silly looking grin but I can't 
help feel a little proud. "That good huh?" I ask.

She shakes her head and swallows a few times. "You have no 
idea." She mumbles then shoots me a wicked grin. "But if you're good 
I'll show you!"

Now it's my turn to swallow. "Is...is that a promise?" I hope 
my voice isn't trembling. 

She slowly nods and her smile grows a very..appealing shade of 
'Sneaky'. "Uh huh." 

"Then lean back babe and.." I grimace. "Hold on to your seat, 
not my head. You're about to go for a ride!"

"Goody." She murmers.

I have to start over of course. I move to begin kissing her 
belly again but her hands on my shoulders intercept me. I glance up at 
her.

She's looking at me with such a...she seems so hungry 
and..deseperate. "Please Buffy." She whines. "No more games."

"Now?" I ask. I have to fight now a victorius grin and settle 
for an aprraising look complete with raised eyebrow.

"Now." She nods.

"Your wish..." I begin.

Moving down past her belly button, I get a tweak of regret it 
is such a cute navel, I give her a soft, tender kiss. The shudder that 
ripples down her is anything but, her pelvis thrusts outward and I 
have to pull back a bit or get clocked.

"More!" She gasps. "Please..oh please God now more!"

I oblidge her.

Right at the top, just above her clit I poke that spot with my 
tounge. Willow gives another involuntary heave, not as...heftworthy as 
the first. I think I hear her nails tear through the surface of the 
car seats. Well, better it than my head.

Willow's breathing is nowhere near regular now. It comes in 
great shuddering gasps depending on what I do. If I just touch her she 
lets out this brief squeak, if I run my tounge from top to bottom or 
bottom to top she takes in this big gasp and then lets it out slowly 
with an acompanying 'hummmm..'

I said I'd play her like an instrument but this...

Her hands have left the seat and are now, again, intwined with 
my hair, it's risk but..I kinda like it. The traceing of her fingers, 
the squeeses. All tell me I'm doing something right, that it's special 
and she wants it, wants me. Needs me...maybe..maybe even.. I mean..I 
know I..that is..I think I..

Whoa! Must have done something right there! She's grabbed 
fistfuls of my hair, she's not pulling it so it doesn't hurt but..

"So close.." She whines. I can tell she's speaking between 
clenched teeth. "Oh God...little more..please...Buffy.."

I carefully enter her with just the tip of my index finger and 
curl it upwards to stroke gently at the top of her inside, at the same 
time I move my lips and caress her clit with my lips, licking it in 
time with the movements of my hand. 

I ..think that should do the...

"Yes..yes...yes....yes....." She approves. "Oh God..Oh 
God...Buffy..."

Her head whipsnaps back against the seat and I have to move 
fast to hold her down. My arms snake quicky around her legs so she 
can't kick away and I can keep in contact. It's good and right and 
sweet and I want her to have it forever and ever. Sides, she's good 
and right and sweet too. 
Did I just... well..she is. So there.

She heaves against the seat, but she never pulls at my hair 
even though her legs have wrapped around me and she has her ankles 
locked behind me, pulling me close. As if I'd ever pull away from her. 
'Specially now.

This quiet wail echoes around me, I know it's her, it get's 
softer and softer as she comes down, slowly..I havn't stopping 
pleaseing her. I kiss around her, her lips, I lick her up, eat her, 
satisfy her. Doing it right, doing it gently. Occasionally her wail 
starts to climb then ease back down..down..down..finally quiet. 

Just her, taking deep, slow...breaths. Sorta gasping but more 
restful. And I realise, we're both gasping. I'm resting right along 
with her and in my own way I'm satisifed. I've done good, I've done 
right and she looks so beautiful right now. I lay my head on the soft 
skin of her right thigh; her skin is cool again, no longer blazing 
with heat. I gaze up at her. She seems to glow. Her head is resting 
sideways, eyes half open in a droopy fasion. Her fingers still slide 
in my hair, slowly...slowly...and she just seems to be asleep..but 
not. 

I think...I think...I think I do...

"Kiss me." She mumbles.

"Sure!" I chirup. "Just let me wipe.."

She yanks me up to her eye level and savagley practically 
swallows my head. Her tounge dances between my teeth and I just sit 
there and let it. She flickers about, tasting, kissing, sucking...I 
finally begin to return the kiss and her arms ease down the back of my 
head, over my shoulders to rest, clasped together around my waist. 

The kiss ends and she pulls away, I can't help it, I lean 
foward wanting more. Now that she's satisifed my own desires are 
screaming through me with a vengence. She intercepts me with a finger 
across my lips.

"Three things." She whispers while looking into my eyes. "One, 
I don't care about tasting or anything. Two. Thank you, it 
was....beyond..anything. It was...I can't..can't find the words." Her 
eyes glaze over a bit.

"And..and the third?" I ask. Yearning..wanting 
hoping..waiting.

"What?" She asks me innocenty.

"Willow!" I try to be threatening but to my own ears it sounds 
like a plea. 

"Oh..right." She nods. "Three. Now you find out what words 
can't tell you." 


Still demonstrating strength that belies her nature she flips 
me over so our positions are reversed. She stradles my waist 
practically sinks her teeth into my neck. It's sudden and ferocious, 
nothing like her normal behaivore. My breath catches in my throat as 
totaly unexpected sensations bombard me. 

Her hands trail down my sides bypassing my tits and I feel the 
frustration build, giving voice to it with a tiny whimper. I heave a 
bit, trying to get some stimulation, some feeling, anything more will 
do. I try and brush my chest against hers but she pulls away.

"Willow." I growl, I don't mean to but it's rolling around in 
the back of my throat, my heart, my mind. The Hunger. "Stop it... 
please. You promised to show me..." Now I'm whining. Greeeaaattt...

Willow pulls back and smiles imishly at me. "I did promise to 
show you Buffy. Never promised to make it quick though." Funny, her 
smile is the same old, adorable, Willow smile but for some reason, 
right now it looks a little...sharp?

I'm in trouble.

I slowly lift my arms and cradle her cheeks in my hands. She 
pushes her cheek against my palm, sorta like a cat and mumbles a bit. 
Almost like a purr. 

"Trust me?" She asks quietly.

"Yes." I say back and pull her in close, the kiss is soft, 
just lips to lips. More of a promise of touch than actual contact. 
With her face less than an inches from my own her eyes open very wide 
and I see a flash in her green eyes. Her smile is wide, fierce and 
predatory. 

"Good." She says back. 

Before I can blink she's ducked her head and her lips are 
fastened around my left breast. Again it's so damn fast! Too fast, it 
takes a heartbeat for my mind to register the new feelings ping 
ponging along my spine. Than it plays catchup. 

I think my brain just bounced off the top of my skull. 

I know I jumped off the seat and somehow in that split second 
Willow has snagged my panties and swept them off. At least I think. 
When I come back down and the stars stop popping in front of my eyes 
Willow, still stradling my lap, is smirking at me, dangling my 
underwear from the tip of one finger. 

"All this without Slayer bonuses." She chuckles. 

I can't say anything to that. I can't say anything at all. 
Sure the starts have faded away but my mind is still humming a happy 
tune. My whole body is thrumming, content, still hungry but 
..it..I..we..know that this is it. 

"Nn..." I think I get that out. "W...Willow." 

"Shhhhh..." She whispers coming back close to me. Her lips 
grace the spot between my eyes. "Relax." 

Her lips trace over the rise of my nose and along it's tip. 
They slide lower, jumping over my own lips to give me a peck on my 
chin. She moves lower, resting her hands on my shoulders as her lips 
and tounge move down my throat, over my collarbone and slowly...oh god 
so slowly..in the valley between my tits. 

A sigh works it's way out and I let my head fall back. I close 
my eyes and savor the feelings. 

She slides off my lap and I feel her crouch down on the floor. 
Her tounge and lips never stop touching, moistening, kissing or 
licking me. Hey! I'm ticklish in my belly button too! I did not know 
that!

But it doen't bother me. 

Her hands no longer reach my shoulders and she's moved them to 
cup my breasts but only for a second. Again I voice my dissapointment 
with a slight whine. I hear her give a quiet giggle. 

Then...now..finally..her hands rest on my thighs. She's 
pushing, just a little, a request not a demand. 
I open my legs a bit, letting her in, letting her...I mean..she can 
..that is..I'm ..I'm right there! For her. Part of me is rather 
emberassed. 

Did she feel this way when the roles were reversed? Cause my 
stomach just got all tiny and scrunchwise. I can't seem to get enough 
air, my hands want to shake right off my arms. Am I shaking? Am I 
trembling? I can't tell...I know she did, but just a little. Did she 
feel this way and I had so little clue? She's tougher than she looks; 
but I knew that already. 

I'm so nervous..and needy..and I want this and ..strangly..I 
want to please her..again..but now it's my turn and she's gonna..she's 
about too..she..she...

...

.......

..........


Stars!

And
uh...
Holy...

God...
Crashing

Under...
...Falling...

...water...

Can't..

breathe......
...don't...
care.

OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod

!

!
!

!
!!!

!


"Buffy?"

"Buffy?"

"Come back..c'mon..."

"Wills?" I mumble.

"Hey."

My eyes decide to work. First was was hearing, the roar 
flooding my ears finally faded. Now eyes work. Willow is sitting 
beside me with a half worried, half knowing smile on her face. That's 
not..all..she has on her face. 

Ah. There's feelings again. 

Oh...my. 

I've never...felt so..noodley. Like I was boiled, but in a 
good way. I don't think I have a solid bone in my body. They've gone 
all slushy on me. Mmmmm...but it feels so very nice. I'm so content 
right now. Not even Acathla doing an encore would bother me. 

"Welcome back." Willow smiles more widely.

She's all sparkly right now. A knowing grin showing teeth. I 
lazily flop my arm around her shoulders and pull her in for a kiss. As 
always, our tounges carry a merry duel but there's a certain lazy 
energy now. Not opening moves but more closure than anything else. The 
kiss ends and she pulls away still wearing that knowing smirk. 

"You look like a cat that swallowed a canary." I say beeping 
her on the nose with a finger.

"Meyow." She whispers. "I ate very well thank you."

"WILLOW!" I try and sit bolt upright but my muscles are all 
'If you think we're moving, you're crazy. Enjoy the buzz Summers. 
Enjoy the buzz.' I have little choice but to agree.

She just giggles. "What?" She asks batting her eyelids. "We 
did the deed, still can't talk the talk?"

"Gods." I groan. "I've created a monster."

"Yeppers" She agrees still grinning. Than a look of worry 
crosses her face. "Uh..you're not going to stake me are you?"

"Well.." Now it's my turn to smile mischivioulsy. "Not through 
the heart." I place my open hand in the vally between her breasts and 
delibritly slide it down over her belly stopping just before my 
fingertips can slide under her dress which is still bunched up around 
her waist.

Her eyes widen very much so and her she mouths a silent 'oh'. 

"Maybe something in pastels." I mumble still fingering the 
material of her dress.

"That a promise?" She oozes sensuality and brings her face 
close to mine, licking the tip of my nose. Our breasts mash together 
and it just heightens the lazy pleasure still thrumbing about my 
nerves. All a jinglejangle that's me.

"Oooo.." I laugh. "You are nasty!"

"Actually I'm thirsty." She replies. Very nochalantly too, 
considering we're in the back of a rented limo, basically naked. She 
looks a little more demure than I do, what with me being basically 
sprawled all over the back seat. 

"This thing got bar?" I mumble trying to make myself a bit 
more presentable. Willow reaches over and opens the right window with 
the flick of a switch. The cool air flows inside and I revel in the 
sensation of it sliding over my skin. Drying sweat 
and...y'know..stuff.

"Actually I did." She says and holds up a bottle. "Fruit 
punch?"

END-On Occasions; In a Limo


Authors Notes: As I was challenged, so we have answered. Kirayoshi 
basically got the whole story. I accepted a challenge and the 
..requirements seemed kinda big. So I managed to get ShyFox and 
Kirayoshi to..er..come along for the ride. Archives can have it as far 
as I'm concerned but, as Kirayoshi also mentioned, it's a group thing 
so ya gotta make sure with all of us. 
ShyFox! Your turn!