FIC: On Occasions; In the Living Room 1/2

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On Occasion; In a Living Room



It was after a brief snowball fight; that had demonstrated the 
truth behind the phrase 'Mutually Assured Destruction' that lead to 
the events herafter known between the two as 'Living Room Lovin' on 
that particular Christmas day.

"I cannot believe you played such a mean trick on me Willow." 
Buffy said stepping out of the shower. 

The redhead in question was standing in front of the mirror, 
her hair wrapped up in a towel, her body likewise, much to the 
Slayer's dissapoinment. 

Without turning around Willow responded to Buffy's complaints. 
"Why not?" She asked. "You've got all those ..Slayer thingies going 
for you so the only way I could get a guarenteed hit in was by shoving 
the snowball down the back of your shirt."

"I wasn't talking about that Will." Buffy said getting her own 
towel. She shook out her hair, being mindfull not to accidently whip 
the redhead with it.

'She might enjoy it.' Buffy thought. ' Or I might. Ooh. Bad 
thoughts. Bad thoughts!'

"So what was so unfair then?" She didn't turn around fast 
enough to get more than a glimpse as the Blonde wrapped her body in a 
fluffy white towel. 'Well, we'll see how long that lasts.' The redhead 
mused. 'Sheesh, sex, sex, sex, sex?is that all I think about???..Yup.'

"I'm referring to when, as I was trying to prevent the snow 
from sliding down the crack of my ass, you shaking the tree branch 
dumping a bunch of more snow on me." 

"The?hum..er..do..Buffy," Willow reached out and put her hand 
on the bare shoulder of the Slayer turning her around. Placing her 
other hand on Buffy's other shoulder she stepped dangerously close. 
"Do you have any idea how many innduendoes you're leaving yourself 
open too?"

"Hmmmm." Buffy smiled back, with exaggerated gestures she 
coyly put a finger to her pursed lips. "I dunno. Maybe I'm doing it on 
purpose?" She raised her own arms to snare the redhead's waist. Eyes 
closed their faces moved together to heal the playful rift with that 
end all, be all, of cures.

Oddly enough, nothing interupted them. 

For a while.

As soft lips nibbled at each other and fingers strayed closer 
and closer to risky territory, as blood pressures rose and pulse rates 
accelerated, as hearts began to pound and breath began to rasp, as 
tounges did play and desires rose while as mental capabilities 
plummeted; that's when fate played a dirty card.

"Buffy? Willow? Hot chocolates ready!" Joyce Summers shouted 
up the stairs. 

Buffy sighed pulling away from Willow. 'Just as well,' The 
Slayer thought to herself. 'We were really losing it. Though, if it 
were an option I wouldn't want to lose it, I'd happily throw it out 
the window.' Her eyes still closed Willow tried to follow Buffy, her 
lips still seeking out just a few seconds longer of purchase. 

Buffy intercepted the move with two fingers gently pressed 
againt the wiccan's lips; it was supposed to be an attempt to let 
Willow down gently, but when Willow's lips themselves eased over the 
offered fingers and began gently nursing on the digits, Buffy's knees 
nearly buckled. 

"Oh..christ. Willow!" The gasp escaped unbidden "C'mon 
lover..we gotta stop."

Releasing the fingers from their sweet, sweet, confinment 
Willow momentarily pouted. "Say that again." She whimpered.

"Say what?" Buffy asked confused. 

"Your eyebrows scrunch up in the cutest way." Willow exclaimed 
competley off topic. She shook her head briefly. "Say it again." She 
whined. "Call me that again. Please?" She assulted Buffy with her 
puppy dog look. Green eyes shrouded by half her eyelids, bending over 
just a teensy bit so she could peer forlonrly up at her blonde 
counterpart.

Buffy got it.

She smiled, a slow, small, sexy smile with just the right 
amount of light in her eyes. Shimmering, moving, light danced saying 
'come to me, I'll make everything worthwhile.' Her lips said a 
diffrent message but one no less welcom.

"Lover." Buffy whispered. "Lover mine, we have go. Mommy's 
calling lover mine."

Willow's eyes slowly closed and a slight hum echoed from the 
back of her throat. She slid her arms around the Slayer's waist as the 
blonde, in turn, embrace her. "Lover?" She squeaked.

"You betcha." Buffy replied with a small laugh. "Best one yet, 
and your rating on bestedness has nothing to do with not being 
currrrsseeed." She drawled.

"Currssseeed?" Willow giggled. "Speakensie good english?"

"Yah. Fer sure." Buffy replied with an exagerated 'vally girl' 
accent.

The sexual tension between the two dimished to bearable levels 
from the humor and it was with only passing reluctance that they 
finished drying off with the occasional caress and not the fevered 
contact so despretely wanted moments before.

"Girls? The choclate is getting cold!" Joyce called again.

"Second Mom!" Buffy hollared back. "Not less you want us 
cavorting about naked or anything."

Joyce didn't rise to the bait.

"Cavorting?" Willow questioned again with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. We cavort. I seek nothing but a thorough cavorting as 
soon as possible." Buffy grinned.

"A cavort eh?" Willow donned a yellow and red 'SunnyDale High' 
sweatshirt. 'The night cannot get here soon enough.' Willow thought.

"Massive cavorts" Buffy nodded putting on her own T-shirt. 
'The night cannot get here soon enough.' Buffy thought.

***

The two young women, wrapped in fuzzy blankets, were sitting 
on the sofa. The living room table itself was decked with the remains 
of wrapping paper and half empty mugs of tepid chocoloate. 

Willow was stetched across the entire length of the sofa while 
Buffy was reclining against Willow's belly. Most of her weights was 
resting on her arms which were spread on the back of the sofa so 
Willow's wasn't too uncomfortable. 

Joyce herself had just returned from the kitchen after zapping 
her own mug of chocolate in the microwave. She sat down in the easy 
chair that was angled just right so unless she turned her head, she 
couldn't see the sofa. 

All three ladies were paying rapt attention to the television, 
three sets of eyes paid absolute attention as a young lad, in the role 
of 'Tiny Tim' lept about the room hollaring 'God bless us, every one.' 
every few seconds.

Correction.Two sets of eyes were paying attention. One, those 
green in colors were paying more attention to the blonde before her. 
Mischief glinted in her vision and the begining of an idea, part love, 
part lust and a good helping of 'payback' as well. 

'Why not?' The redhead decided. 'Turnabout is fair play but 
it's Christmas. If you believe in Christmas and..no, I have to fit 
in.. and..oh that's right! Christmas! Tis better to give than recieve. 
Great! I'm such a giver. I like being generous!'

As Ebeneezer Scrooge raised a toast on the television, and no 
one was paying attention to her in the slightest, the redhead 
steathily moved a hand under her blanket, under the border of the 
blondes own fuzzy wrapping and slowly ran the tip of one finger along 
the curved, tone, flesh she found under there. 

The blonde didn't even twitch,exhibiting far too much self 
control for such a give away. Willow's finger, just the middle one, 
the very tip of it, continually eased around and around the same area, 
the same curve of skin. It took a few minutes of attention but finally 
a reaction was seen. Buffy stretched lazily, arms above her head with 
a somewhat exageratted yawn. Then she eased herself back and lay down 
so she was, in a friendly way, now spooned by Willow's reclining form. 

Their bodies were still several inches apart, anyone who 
walked in would not have been to surprised, two women marely 
being..comfy. Under the blankets..that was different.  

Willow had not lost contact with the Slayer as she lay down, 
in fact, now that she was lying on her side. She moved the flat of her 
palm over the smooth, warm, skin. Wrapping her fingers over the curve 
of one of Buffy's cheeks.

"Sssss..." Buffy hissed. She didn't turn around but quietly 
whispered. "Willow, what are you doing?"

Supporting her head with one hand, in turn supported by her 
elbow Willow smiled over Buffy's shoulder, still prentending to watch 
the television. Under the covers she was sliding her fingertips along 
the curves that lead inward, up along thighs and then back out again. 
She could feel Buffy's flesh begining to get goosebumpy in an 
instictual desire to feel, expierence more. 

"Remember the Bronze?" Willow whispered with just enough 
volume to carry her words to the Slayers ears mere inches away and no 
more. 

"I'm positive I didn't hear that right." Buffy had to clench 
her teeth at the feelings bouncning around in her skull. 'She 
wouldn't!'

"I said," Willow whispered again, "Remember the Bronze?" She 
dipped her head quickly and gave a mini-nip to Buffy's earlobe. 

"I..barely remember my last name." Buffy hissed.

'I'mintrouble!' She decided at that very second. 'I..like 
trouble.'

Unseen by anyone, Buffy's hand dangling of the edge of the 
sofa curled into claws and began digging into the carpeting.

"Payback's a bitch." Willow smiled. Her fingertips were now 
gracing the area where the begining of the blondes panties began. 
Dancing along the edge of material and skin, lower..and lower along 
the line of clothing. 

Joyce Summers was flipping the channels. 'A Christmas Tale' 
was over.

"Oh look, they're showing 'How The Grinch Stole Christmas.' 
Should I leave it here girls?" She asked without turning around.

"Yuppers." Willow exclaimed loudly. "Gotta love that Grinch, 
and those no nonsese Who's down in Whos-ville."

"Who's..who?" Buffy stuttered. Willow had bent one knee urging 
the Slayer to do the same, and she had. This gave Willow 
more....space.

Her fingers had eased under the line of Buffy's panties but 
she didn't press the issue. Being content to just move the tips of her 
fingers up..and down..along the same stretch of previously covered 
flesh over and over again. Still along the same curve and never too 
close to Buffy's arousal. Buffy wasn't aware of it but she was 
pressing back against Willow's legs with her own. The redhead could 
feel the tension in the Slayer's muscles; a sure sign of Buffy 
arousal.

Nudging the back of the blonde's knees one last time gave her 
space enough to move her hand freely. She was laying on her side, 
Buffy was, one hand still sunk into the plush carpeting. Her breathing 
seemed slow and even, nothing irregular there but underneath the 
covers her legs were twitching. 

'Okay, here we go.' Willow thought to herself. 'I can't ..no, 
enough can't believing stuff. I can believe I'm doing this, I just 
hope we don't get caught. Something is very wrong with me...' She slid 
her hand under the material that covered Buffy and moved one finger 
along her lips. Buffy yanked her hand to her mouth and bit down on her 
finger. Her eyes were squeezed shut and Willow wasn't sure she heard 
the faint whimpers that Buffy was swallowing down, or merely just her 
imagination. 'On the other hand, something is possibly very right.' 
Willow thought moving her fingers, two now, between Buffy's lips, tip 
top to bottom. 

A slight tremor rumbled across the Slayer's body. 'Jeus!' Her 
mind screamed. 'She's doing this, Willow is actully doing this right 
here in front of...ah...aH...ah..bite down bite down! in front..of my 
mother.'
Capabilities for thought were washed away as a fresh spasm of pleasure 
drowned her mind. Willow had pressed three fingers, gently but firmly 
at the top of Buffy's lips. Around, on and beside her clitoris. She 
was moving the fingers in a slow, easy, circle. 

'Cre..created a monster!' Buffy's drowning mind choked out 
before being sumberged once more.

The television blared loudly through the room. One woman was 
watching silently, another was not, but being silent, the third wasn't 
watching it either and trying very, very hard to remain silent.
	
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same! 

'Not yet.' Willow thought sliding her wet fingers together, 
feeling how drenched her entire hand had become. 'But pretty soon 
now.'

"Mrs. Summers?" Willow spoke up. Buffy gave a giant jerk in 
surprise but Willow kept sliding her fingers along, she moved her 
entire hand into the crotch of Buffy's panties and flicked her thumb 
along Buffy's clit briefly. The Slayer didn't budge. "Can I get some 
more hot chocolate?"

"Sure Willow." Joyce stood up and moved for the kitchen.

"Now." Willow whispered and began nibbling on Buffy's ear 
while slowly sliding a single finger inside, her thumb still dancing 
it's merry rythm. Buffy's back arched and Willow had to wrap her free 
arm around the Slayers shoulders to keep her on the sofa. Buffy's 
hands grabbed Willow's arms and squeezed!

"Quickly...quietly." Willow broke off nibbling for a second 
before going right back at it.

"Nnnnnnnn...." Buffy began to whine.

"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!" The Grinch on 
the television puzzled.

"N..no..ribbons." Buffy gasped.

"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"

"packages..boxes....bad..." Buffy groaned, whipping her head 
back and forth under her lover's touch. 

"Maybe Christmas," The Grinch thought, "doesn't come from a 
store." 

"Coming! Willow...coming!" Buffy squeaked around lips clenched 
together. It was that or sink her teeth into Willow's arm. Her legs 
snapped together around Willow's fingers and a massive shudder swept 
along her body that nearly knocked Willow off. The redhead despretely 
flung a leg around the Slayers own in an effort to prevent the two of 
them from being dragged off the sofa.

Buffy's body shuddered violently once..then held still, only 
the trembling of her lips and the rythmic pressure around Willow's 
finger were any indicitaion of life. Another shudder, Willow hung on 
for dear life, then a third and finally Buffy took a deep breath of 
air and relaxed. 

"...oh.....God." Buffy whispered. She was coming down; Willow, 
moving very slowly so as to prolong the pleasure, began murming sweet 
nothings in her lover's ear. "Shhh...." She whispered. "Relax... Come 
back...c'mon. I love you you know that, don't you?" 

Another shakey sigh and a lazy nod of her blonde head was the 
only answer Willow recieved. 

Slower her fingers moved...slower...in time with the Slayer's 
breathing, which itself was getting deeper, slower...more 
gentle...more relaxed. Finally it hit a low point, with even breaths 
that told Willow everything she wanted to know. Buffy was asleep.

Willow gently pried Buffy's legs apart with her free hand and 
eased the other one free of Buffy's panties. Smiling to herself she 
kissed the back of Buffy's neck and pulled her closer as the blonde 
instinctivly snuggled. 

Joyce Summers walked back into the room with a tray on which 
rested three fresh cups of cocoa. 

"Oh rats." She said staring at the closing credits of 'The 
Grinch Who Stole Christmas'. "Did I miss the end of the show?"

***

Buffy had fallen asleep and Willow begged off from getting the 
new chocoloate drink by pointing out that doing so might wake Buffy 
up. Joyce was a bit grudging when it came to conceding the point as 
meant two whole mugs of cocoa were going to go to waste but gave 
ground eventually.

Some time passed. Television was watched, a Slayer did snooze 
and Willow ubotrusivily let her hand dry. No one was really paying 
attention, just enjoying the warmth of a home, surrounded by snow, in 
the late afternoon of Christmas Day.

'This is nice.' Willow thought staring down at the slumbering 
blonde. 'Really nice and homey. Young lesbian lovers on Christmas Day. 
It's a painting Rockwell forgot to paint.' She snuck a look at Joyce 
who, she was surprised too see, had also fallen into a light sleep.

'I wish night would get here.' Willow mentally grumbled. She 
ground her legs together in a vain effort to relieve a bit of the 
'itch'. 'I'm getting kinda antsy.'

The shrill screech of the telephone jarred those within from 
their pituresque rest. Well, most of them. Willow jerked a bit and 
Joyce blinked a few times before getting up to answer it. Buffy 
herself rolled over a bit and snuggled closer to Willow mumbling "I'll 
take another serving please. From the breast, I like white meat."

'My hair is going to catch fire any minute now.' Willow 
thought. She could feel her legs begining to tremble under the 
blankets. Raw need was screaming in the deeper parts of her mind, 
instinct ready to pounce and swallow up rationale whole. 

"Buffy, Willow," Joyce said rentering the living room. She 
took one look at the scene before her, her daughter fast asleep, 
cuddled up next to her best friend. Two sets of bare feet poking out 
the bottom of the blankets. Willow glanced up and caught Joyce staring 
at them. She did the only thing she could. 

'If this doesn't work we are so busted.' She thought wildly. 
Attempting to give a smile, that she was sure looked more than 
slightly crazed, she shrugged helplessly. Joyce apparently accepted it 
and put her fingers over her lips. She crossed the room silently.

"That was a friend of mine in LA." Joyce stage whispered. 
"She's invited me up for a Christmas Party. Will you girls be okay for 
the night?" 

"Heh." Willow giggled..or tried too. "Oh sure, sure I mean, 
what's not to be fine about? I've got her, she's got me, no that came 
out wrong what I meant to say is that we have each other no that 
doesn't work. Yes! We'll be fine Mrs. Summers thank you for asking." 
She paused. "How are you?"

Joyce nodded slowly. 'I'm missing something here. I just know 
it.' "I'm fine..Willow. I'll see you two girls tommorow."

"Yes! Tommorow!" Willow nodded firmly. "As in, not today." 

"Willow?"

"Yes Mrs. Summers?"

"Less sugar intake."

"Yes Mrs. Summers."

The older woman smiled at ruffled the redhead's hair for a 
second. "Take care of my little girl." She smiled.

Willow's eyes nearly popped clean out their sockets. "She's 
not li..yes ma'am." Willow nodded. "We'll be good." 

'Liar, liar pants of fire.' Her mind sang. 'It's for a good 
cause!' She argued back.

'Nose is as long as a telephone wire.' It persisted. 'Ooo. I'm 
bad! I'm a bad, bad girl. I'm a bad, bad, horny..er..no. Oh..yikes!' 

"Willow are you alright?"

"Yep, yessiree, fine, right as rain..uh...comfortable even." 
Willow paused again. "How are you?" She repeated before she could 
catch it.

"I meant it about the sugar." Joyce said standing back up.

"Sorry."

"Tell Buffy where I went when she wakes up okay?" Joyce called 
over her shoulder. She grabbed her coat of the hook and slipped it 
over her shoulders. "You two look cute together." She said smiling at 
the girls on the sofa.

'You are about to die.' Willow's mind calmy informed her. 
Oddly enough, with her apparent destiny so clear she found herself at 
peace, and capable of actual thought.

"Whole best friend thing right Mrs. Summers?" She said easily.

"Something like that." Joyce picked up her purse. "You two 
just seem to go well together, like..."

"Chocolate sauce and ice cream?" Willow interupted. 'Now you 
really ARE going to die.' Her brain piped up.

"I was..thinking more along the lines of Abbot and Costello." 
Joyce says slowly.

"But..but neither of us are fat!" Willow protested. She pulled 
her blanket up and peeked underneath quickly. "I'm not fat! Am I?"

Shaking her head slightly, but still smiling, Joyce said, "Bye 
Willow."

"Bye Mrs. Summers." Willow replied as the front door closed 
with a quiet click.

***