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

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

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The door shut, and Buffy didn't move.

Outside the engine of the Summers truck snarled to life and 
Buffy didn't move.

The television commercials sang their Christmas jingles as the 
sound of the truck faded away in the distance and still Buffy didn't 
move.

Willow lay her head on the Slayer's shoulder and peacefully 
watched the TV for about five minutes, then Buffy moved.

Exploding off the sofa she had scooped Willow up and flung the 
startled redhead over her shoulder. Willow's sweatshirt slid up so her 
panty covered ass was high in the air before the wiccan knew what the 
hell was going on.

"Buffy!? What? Where?" Willow gasped.

"You are in so much trouble witch girl." Buffy growled 
standing tall in the living room. Only the long edge of her T-Shirt 
provided any modesty. If the living room curtains hadn't been closed, 
anyone walking by would have gotten a good look at what appeared to be 
FemWrestleFest Five-Thousand. 

"Trouble?" Willow squeaked. "Me? Why? What I do?" All the 
blood was rushing to her head and the Slayer's shoulder was digging 
into her pelvis in a way that was not all competly uncomfortable.

"Oh you know why." Buffy grred, slapping the redhead's 
asscheek playfully. "Now it's my turn."

"But..but.." Willow yelped, the Slayer gave a short hop on the 
balls of her feet, "Ah! But..that was for the Bronze, turnabout, fair 
play, stuff...revenge dish served cold, y'know? Hot your case though, 
dish..serving..hotting..thing."

"Right." Buffy agreed breezing across the room with her 
payload so she stood in front of the armchair her mother had so 
recently vacated. "So now it's my turn for revenge." With that said 
she uncermoniously, but carefully, dumped the Willow into the chair. 
Willow looked up with a very worried expression on the scowling 
features of her lover.

"I..I was only..." She hiccuped. 

Buffy slowly pushed the back of the chair down so the recliner 
foot stool popped up lifting Willow's feet. 

"I know." Buffy said quietly. "And you did. Boy did you ever! 
But now I wanna play."

"Play?" Willow instantly relaxed a bit. She had thought she 
really had messed up. "So..so I didn't do anything wrong?"

"Depends on your definition of wrong Will." Buffy smirked. 
"And right. That was very right though."

"So you're gonna play now?" Willow bubbled, stark relief was 
plained evident on her face until she got another good look at the sly 
glare Buffy was leveling at her.

"Not...exactly." The Slayer smiled evily. 

"Uh..."

"I want to watch." Buffy whispered.

"Watch? TV?" Willow was confused.

"Noooo.." Buffy drawled out and leaned over the armrest 
slowly, her T-shit slipped foward giving Willow quite a view. The 
blondes lips were mere inches from Willow's ear. "No." She whispered. 
"I want to watch you."

"Watch...me?" Willow's lips began to tremble as her mind 
stubbornly refused to understand what Buffy was refering too. "Watch 
me what?"

"Play." Buffy licked the tip of Willow's ear.

Bing!

"Ohnononononononono." It was only Buffy's attentions and her 
soft hand on Willow's thigh that kept the redhead from lurching out of 
the chair and clear across the room. 

"No way, uh uh, not gonna do that, gotta be joking, must be 
joking tell me you're joking?" She begged.

"Sshhhh shhh..." Buffy hushed stroking the hair on Willow's 
head. "Wigging out, not worth it Will. Am I asking too much?"

"Ohhh...Oooo..You....errr.." Willow fumed. She shook a finger 
in the Slayer's face. "You betcha!" 
A finger which Buffy immidiatly wrapped her lips around and 
eased into her mouth all the way to it's base. A warm 'hummmmm' purred 
from the back of her throat. Now it was Willow's turn to nearly 
buckle. If she hadn't already been sitting, she would fallen over.

Nursing on Willow's finger for a short, short minute Buffy 
slid her lips back up it's length, dragging her teeth softly the 
entire way. "You like?" She hummed in Willow's ear.

"Urk!" Willow's jaw hung free. 

"You're so beautiful Willow." Buffy whispered, she spread 
apart Willow's fingers taking the tip of a diffrent one in betwen each 
sentence for a short nip with her teeth.

"...sensual.."

Bite.

"..exotic.."

Bite.

"...I wanna see you baby...

Bite.

"...All of you..."

This time Buffy took Willow's pinky and ran her lips along 
it's sides, smooth...slow..down.....and back. Stopping Buffy put 
Willow's hand to her own chest, over the Slayer's heart while looking 
at the redhead with puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

"But..but.." Willow gaped. "I never..uhm..I mean.."

"Never?" Buffy questioned. "Honestly? Truly?"

Willow squirmed in her seat, the need was still chomping at 
the bits but this was akward, so alkward she could feel it begining to 
weaken. 

"Well..not often." She admitted.

Willow's heart was pounding in her chest, it felt like it was 
pounding in her throat. She swallowed, swallowed again. Nope, still 
couldn't breathe. Averting her eyes from Buffy's big 
blue..shimmery...ones she studied her lap. 

"O..okay." She said. "You can...er..I'll..." She waved her 
hand in the air nonsensically. "Play."

'OhmyGod!' Willow's mind was drowning in panic. 'I'm gonna do 
this? I can't do this, I can barely speak in public and now 
I'm..but..I love her ..she loves me..still..oh..'

Trying to keep herself from trembling outwardly Willow slowly 
picked her hands up and placed them on her thighs. The sensation 
didn't feel too good, her palms were clammy and cold. Despite the heat 
pervading the room from the fire her toes felt like ice. She couldn't 
make herself look Buffy in the eye as she sat there.

For a few seconds Willow didn't move. She could feel Buffy's 
presense just out of sight yet, for the first time in a long while 
this brought no comfort. 

"Buffy...I.." She said quietly. 

"You don't have too." Buffy replied.

Buffy was not a stupid person. She had eyes and she knew 
Willow very well. 'She can't do this.' Her mind had begun to insist. 
'This wasn't a good idea and it could blow up in your face.' 

She had felt the waves of anxiety that were pouring off the 
redhead like a tide and had already decided to stop this no longer fun 
game, before Willow had said anything..

At hearing Buffy 'release' her Willow slumped back into her 
chair. 'I feel so stupid.' She mentally griped. 'It's not like we 
havn't ..and she hasn't...seen me. That ..there isn't .. I hate my 
brain. I can't even think it.' A hint of rebelious spirit in her mind 
flashed a fang. 'We've made love! We..we've 'gone down' on each other. 
We've had SEX! We've...we've even fucked!!' 

That mental admittance completely bypassed Willow's common 
sense gland and headed right for her mouth. Sitting bolt upright in 
her chair Willow blurted out, "Buffy we've fucked right?"

Buffy blinked a few times. "Uh...technically...yes. Though I 
prefer the more...refined term of lovemaking."

"Oh me too." Willow nodded. "Yay lovingmaking word. Boo 
fucking term. I just needed to hear it. I mean..you know..to be sure."

Shaking her head slightly but still adoring Willow's behavior, 
Buffy climbed into the big easy chair beside the redhead; Willow 
scooted over to make room for her lover. The Slayer curled up next to 
the witch, reaching up Buffy began stroking Willow's short, red, hair.

"Well baby," She crooned softly in Willow's ear. "We've made 
love, we've screwed, done the nasty..."

"It wasn't nasty." Willow protested. "It's far from nasty. So 
far from nasty light from Nasty won't ever reach it..us..whatever."

Buffy chuckled. "We've even pelvis danced." She was trailing 
her fingers along Willow's hairline, following the conture from the 
temple, back, behind the redhead's ears, feather light touches along 
it's rim, before moving to lightly stroke the back of the witches 
neck.

"Some could argue," Buffy continued. "That we've also boffed."

"Boffed." Willow giggled. 

"Close your eyes." Buffy murmered. She left a line of 
lingering kisses from Willow's chin up to her ear. Willow closed her 
eyes. Easing her hands down the redhead's sides she grabbed the 
waistline of Willow's panties. "Upsy daisey" Buffy said.

Lifting herself off the chair for a second Willow allowed the 
Slayer to slide down the last bit of clothing she had on, save her 
oversized Sunnydale sweatshirt. Willow sank back onto the love seat, 
'Love seat.' Her mind sang. 'If only they knew.' 

Hooking one arm under Willow's knee's and the other behind her 
shoulders Buffy lifted the redhead briefly, scooted to the center of 
the chair and set the wiccan down on her lap. "There." She said from 
her position right behind the redhead's shoulder. "Comfy?"

"Mmmmm..." Willow purred, her head falling back to lean 
against the Slayer's own. "Very."

The cold that had plauged her was gone now, expunged from the 
blazing fire that was her lover. A fire that, coincedintially, was 
fueling some others within herself at the same time.

Her legs rested on top of Buffy's, her back to the Slayer's 
front, a perfect meshing of two people. Front to back, bottom to the 
other's top. "Give me your hands baby." Buffy urged. "Hold them up for 
me."

Willow complied and Buffy rested her own hand on top of 
Willow's own, perfectly even. Pushing slightly she guided Willow's 
hands to rest atop her own thighs being very careful it was only 
Willow's fingers actually touching her own flesh.

Guiding Willow's hands with her own she slid the redhead's own 
fingertips over her own thighs. Down, back, smooth and warm slow and 
above all, patient. Willow crooned, still resting her head on the 
Slayer's shoulder she purred, wimpered and giggled as the seeping heat 
strung along her nerves. 

"Haaaa..." She sighed. "So warm now."

"Warm is good." Buffy replied. "Warm and loving eh?"

"Loving, could go for loving all day." Willow mumbled.

"We have all day. All day, all night. All Christmas."

"All Chanakah would be better." Willow smiled, eyes still 
shut. "Eight whole days y'know."

"Sheesh. You're insatiable!" Buffy kissed the back of Willow's 
neck.

"You'll satiate me...someday." Willow laughed quietly. "Nuff 
talking, satiating needed."

"Cavorting?" Buffy whispered in a naughty voice.

"Cavort me baby." Willow replied. 

"Bad girl." Buffy laughed.

"Darn tootin'." Willow whispered.

The blonde resumed guiding the redhead's fingers over her own, 
now burning, skin. She was waiting, the blonde was, moving the fingers 
of her love over and over, down and back, up and over, again and 
again. She was waiting, and she was patient. She could wait, she would 
wait for...

As her guided ministrations ran Willow's fingers nearer and 
nearer to her own waist the witch's legs twitched. That was what Buffy 
had been waiting for. Not ceasing the movements of her hands Buffy 
slowly spread her legs, Willow's own, resting atop the Slayers, moved 
along in agreement. Buffy guided Willow's own hands to the inside of 
her own thighs, tracing, touching, sliding closer and nearer to the 
redhead's lips before moving away again.

Willow's murmers of pleasure were begining to take a turn 
toward the frustrated. 

"Nooo." She whined as Buffy's hands forced her own away yet 
again. Then her breath caught in her throat as again the touches came 
moving back up along the inside; when, at the last second, they veered 
aside, up over her thighs, to her waist and over her belly she 
protested with a quiet wail. 

"You... big meanie!" She whispered pouting with her eyes still 
shut. 

Buffy said nothing just moving Willow's hands back down in the 
direction the redhead most wanted to go. Again she forced Willow to 
move around and over to the insides of her thighs. Willow groaned 
slightly but said nothing. Buffy could feel Willow's hands trying to 
pull away, to pull up where Willow wanted and not follow the course 
set by the Slayer's demands. She gave way grudginly, 
slowly....sloooowwwllyyy..allowing Willow to pull Buffy's hands for a 
change where the redhead desired. She didn't stop the redhead, but 
did slow her down.

"Oh." Willow said as their joined hands moved ever, and ever 
closer. "Oh....oh..." each time in a higher pitched voice.

Her own fingers touched her and the great yelp of pleasure 
burst from between her lips shattering the stillness of the afternoon, 
though neither of them cared, or noticed. Willow's back arched just a 
bit and her lips opened and shut in silent response. Feeling had 
overridden everything in her mind, feeling and need.

She moved her fingers slowly, around, along, within, and 
without. From the top to the bottom and back again. She could feel her 
heartbeat again, now it was racing and hungry. Need was hungry and in 
time with her heady desire Willow pleasured herself. Because she was 
not even aware that Buffy had removed her own hands from atop of 
Willow's. She wasn't aware that Buffy was now embracing her from 
behind, one arm pulling the redhead's head back so she could whisper 
encouragement into her lover's ear. The other had pulled the wiccan's 
sweatshirt up and Buffy was carressing, gently kneading Willow's right 
breast. 

"Don't hold it in." Buffy whispered. "C'mon baby. Feel it. 
C'mon."

Willow was pressing back against Buffy, then would arch away 
only to push back again. 

"Nnnn....Mmmm..." Willow gasped out between open lips. Her 
pelvis hunching foward to meet her own touch. Buffy began nuzzling the 
redhead's neck while always, always whispering.

"That's it...go ..go on..." 

"Uh huh." Willow nodded. "Uh huh..uh huh...mmm..." Again she 
arched away from the Slayer's back but into her caressing hands. Buffy 
moved her other hand down Willow's body so she now was lovingly 
stroking both of the redhead's breasts.

A sheen of presiperation had smoothed Willow's bangs to her 
forehead and she still hadn't opened her eyes since Buffy had told her 
to close them. Still resting on the blonde's shoulder she was lost in 
her own world, oblivious to everything except what was happening. 
Buffy released Willow's right breast and moved her hand down over the 
pale, smooth skin of the redhead's belly, she slid her own fingers 
over Willow's once more, if the witch noticed she gave no sign, almost 
instantly Buffy's hand was coated with the redhead's arousal. She 
could feel Willow's fingers gently massaging her clitoris, trying so 
hard for that one final push, the break, that last massive wave that 
would send her over the edge.

"Here we go. Hang on tight Will." Buffy whispered and slowly 
moved her index finger up and into Willow, pushing steadily upward, 
gently, to stimulate and tease all the right places. Moving in rythm 
with Willow's own now even more frantic exhertions she eased herself 
within and without of Willow's sex. 

"Close..." Willow groaned writhing about frantically. "Close 
close close close close..."

Buffy smiled to herself, and sped up her touch, her other hand 
gave a Willow's breast a slight pinch and she turned her face, 
capturing the redhead's lips with her own for the first time in hours. 
An event, in liu of all others, that was long over due. 

As there touges dueled Buffy felt Willow tighten around her 
and heard the beginings of a high keen from the back of her throat. 
Releasing Willow's tit she cupped the base of the wiccan's head and 
didn't let her break away from the kiss. 

Breaking the kiss herself Buffy whispered a harsh command into 
her lover's ear. "Come for me. Go with it, c'mon Will. Come for me!" 
Before wrapping her tounge again, around the wiccan's.

"Mmmm..MMm....MMmmmm.." Willow moaned into the Slayer's mouth, 
again Buffy pulled away. "Nnnnnn......Ah!" 

Willow went ridged. She opened her eyes, but still didn't see 
anything.

Willow felt Buffy inside her, felt her squeeze and spasm 
around the Slayer's welcome finger as she finally came. She felt the 
Slayer gently pull her own hands away only to get bombarded by fresh 
sparks adding fuel to the roaring fire inside when Buffy took over. 
The fingers of her left hand stroking her, the index of the right 
still buried within.

"Ah...Buffy..." She keened. 
"G..ah...Hmmm...hmmm...nn.....aaahh.." She whimpered as the final 
crest pushed up, 

"...nnnaah..."

over 

"...lo..love you..." 

and through. 

Sucking in great breaths of air, her oxygen starved frame 
trying to restore the status quo. 

"You..." Willow gasped. "You are...evil..Buffy..."

"I'm happy." The Slayer giggled, still touching and inside her 
love. "I got to watch."

Willow wiggled her hips proving a point.

"Well, mostly watch." Buffy amended. 

"I love you." Willow murmered again resting her head on the 
Slayer's shoulder. She looks so sleepy, staring at Buffy through half 
lidded eyes. 'I love her.' Willow's thoughts echoed her spoken 
sentiments. 'And that is just so freaky yet right. Well.. guess that 
makes me a freak, yay freakdom!'

"Mutal expressions of feelings Will." Buffy repled giving the 
redhead a peck on the forehead. She stopped her carresses and, looking 
Willow right in the eye the entire time, licked her fingers clean. 
Willow chuckled quietly and shook her head slightly. "Buzzed here 
Buffy, seriously, buzzin' and I don't think I could get shocked by 
anything right now."

"Spoilsport." Buffy playfully grouched. 

Willow closed her legs and slid in between the slayers still 
open ones so her butt rested on the chair. Buffy wrapped her legs 
around Willow's waist while straighting out the sweatshirt she was 
wearing. 
They didn't say anything. Just...sat in the chair happy with who they 
were, where they were, what they had and what they shared. 

Yes, these two, these prescious two were perfectly content in 
the grand scheme of things.

"Ooo! Charlie Brown Christmas Special!" 

Had Xander Harris walked through the door that very second he 
would have thought he was in Heaven. Two, practically naked, young 
attractive women, hand in hand, lovingly dancing around a living room, 
moving between furinture, opened presents and wrapping paper. Dancing 
together, dancing as lovers, dancing as one.

Dancing the Snoopy dance.

Sometimes the Grand Scheme of Things is rather bizzare.

END



Authors Notes: And that, as they say, is that. The Halfway point has 
been reached. We have only five more to go before we can stop.
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I don't WANT to stop! Shyfox! Kirayoshi! Do we gotta stop? Huh? Hmm?