FIC: On Occasions08; In the Mansion(2/2)

[Mad Hamlet <Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx>]

The words..I should have seen them coming. I mean, it makes perfect
sense. An awful situation, probable doom lurking over the fate of everything.
What do you do? Something which affirms live and living more than any other.
Yeah, makes sense to me.

"Yes." Is all I say. All I have to say and, conicenditially, all I have time
to say because the instant the 's' of 'yes' is said she swoops down to devour
me and I relish every second of it. 

Where, when, how our clothing is removed I have no idea. They just melt away,
or seem to, like reality acknowledging our desires and removing arbitrarily,
these final barriers betwen us at that moment. All I know is one moment I'm
garbed, the next I'm not. I can't recall any interuption in the series of
kisses we've been locked in since I said 'yes'	but it stands to reason there
had to be one. Unless I maybe just tore the shirt right off. I'll worry about
that later.

"Buffy." She gasps into my mouth. "I..." I interupt her with a deep kiss of
my own, letting her free seconds later. "I know." I say back. "I've always
known." Then her lips interupt my line of speaking. She's still on top of me,
and her hands move down over my skin. Warm, hot even, but so soft even if I
can feel her hunger in how she touches me, I can feel it because I can feelmy
own hunger. It flares up bright and demanding but..it's diffrent this time.
It's so.. powerful. Not pushing though, not insatiable and hurrying just
very...uh..there?

I open my eyes to watch her frantically kissing me. My cheecks, my neck, my
ear, behind my ear, and she's crying while she's doing it. "So beautiful." She
wimpers in between. Softly, very softly. Maybe she thinks I can't hear her;
she should know better now. I reach up with my hands and caress her face.
Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. She opens her own
eyes looking a bit startled. 

"Yes." I say. "You are so beautiful my Willow."

She leans into my hands, trying to force her way past them so her lips can
reach mine and I let her, I want her too but after the kiss, which is frantic
and sweet with tounges and teeth and fire and passion, after all that when she
begins to move her head down, over my throat and starting between the vallyof
my breasts..no I don't want that. Not now. Not this time.

I put one hand behind her head and gently pull her back up to again we're eye
to eye. 

"Wha?" She askes in a confused and slightly hurt tone. "Don't you want me
to.."

"No." I smile up at her, give her a short quick kiss. "Not this time my love.
This time I don't want to lose sight of you for even a second."

"But.." I shush her with a fingers across her lips.

"No 'buts' I say. No nothing. Just you and me. Eye to eye." I kiss her
eyelids. "Face to face." I kiss the tip of her nose. "Lips to lips." And again
we kiss, her lips part and I can taste the sweetness of her tounge. There's
something so wonderful about that. Warm, deliscious and soft. Moving over my
own, it's like..it's like...it's like we're drinking each other. Sustaining,
sharing...and..I'll never get tired of it. 

I trace the line of her legs with the toe of my left foot and she slightly
parts them, I can feel her knee pushing against me and I reciprocate. Our
tounges never stop dancing, her fingers lightly caress my face and ears while
my own trace the lines of her back. Our legs slide around, soft..so ..warm
and.. then I raise my knee my thigh gently nudges against her and she again
gasps into my mouth at the gentle brush. A second later I feel her pushing
againt my own lips and the pressure sends delightful warm wave rushing up my
spine. I wimper around her tounge and I can feel her lips pulling up into a
smile but still pressed against mine. 

I slowly swivel my thigh in a circle, increasing the pressure against her at
the top and then easing off as my leg circles away. This time her gasp of
pleasure breaks the liplock and she throws back her head, eye's shut. She
tries to follow my thigh as it moves away from her but she can't do that and
still press against me. Willow begins to move her thigh in a circle, opposite
to my own. The warm tingle grows into a rush of pleasure, sweet..and....wide
and I can feel the cold pit in my stomach of fear being washed away by it.
Like a cold ball of ice the warmth of being with her, being with my lover,
having her please me and myself pleasing her. It's being rinsed away by our
fire. That cold ball is being destroyed. 

When her movements ease, and she pulls away I can't help but whimper a bit. I
begin to nibble on my lower lip. It's so slow..again the circle crests and I
push against her firmly. This time she doesn't have the strength to hold her
head up and she rests her forehead against mine while giving voice to her
approval.
	
"Nnnmmm..."

"I can bet." I whisper back. Then her own cycle pushes her against me again
and I win the bet, but can't keep quiet about it.

"Maa..ma...sss.." I slip up. I prefer to be quieter but..it's just so much. 

"W..won't take that bet...nnn..." She gasp still resting on me. 

It's cresting. I can feel it and our bodies speed up of their own violition.
She's so wet and I must be soaking. Her thigh, coated from me, slides with
deliscious smoothness over my lips which part slightly. Direct contact for a
split second..it makes my heart leap in my chest. My back arches and my yelp
of pleasure has to be audible far away. Poor Angel.

I gyrate my hips this time, bringing more pressure to bear against Willow and
her delighted cry is music to my ears. Before either of us can come down from
the pleasure we crest again in our mutual dances and again there's that
beautiful contact. Again we express our mutual pleasure...a bit loudly.

"Oh God." Willow moans.

"More?" I can barely get the word out.

A ferverent nod is her response.

Her arms give out as our mutal lovemaking picks up speed a little bit more. I
wrap my arms around her tight. One hand cupping the back of her head pushing
her into my shoulder. I fasten my lips around her ear, grazing it with my
teeth and suckling on the lobe. She starts to shudder in my arms. 

All sense of rhythm is lost, we're just ..pushing against each other,
riding..Willow is gasping in time..I think I am too but all the blood roaring
in my ears seems to deafen me. Or ..maybe just selective hearing. I can hear
her..but not me. I'm pretty sure the only parts of my body still touching the
bed are the back of my right leg, the heel of my left and the back of my head,
the rest HAS to be arching off the blanket. I'm thrumbing so tight, my 
muscles are screaming at me but I don't dare relax. 

My mind wanders off and I can just imagine how the two of us must look, if
someone wandered in. Our legs wrapped around each other, are pelvises grinding
into each other's thighs. Hunching together, my arms wrapped around Willow,
her face pressed against my shoulder, sweat pasting her hair to her forehead,
whimpering in my ear as we both get closer and closer. The firelight
glistening off the moisture coating our thighs. She's so hot, wet...hot..I
said that already..hot..sweet. I turn her my face into her ear. 

"I ...mmm..I know you love me." I gasp. 

"Mmhmmaa.." She whines. 

"I lo..love...you too." I press home the point with an extra hard grind. 

"Mmm..MM...MMMmm...yay.." She whispers.

"Ready?" Boy, I know I am.

She shakes her head franticaly, pauses..and then begins to nod vigioursly. 

"Ye..Ye...Yessss." 

I pull her back down on top of me and just push against her as hard as I dare
just sliding my thigh back and forth in tiny, tiny circles. It must work. Her
teeth suddenly sink into my shoulder, at the same time she forces her leg up
harder and higher I spread mine just a bit more and it..it...

I hear her quiet, climbing wail.

"mmm..MMm..Mmmaa...Nnnnaaaa...MMMmnnn..."

Her fingers clench in my hair into fists and she hangs on to me as I squeese
her and hang on as well. I reach my own crest for the final time a split
second later.

"More..mmmooree..more..moremoremoremoremoe....." I think it's something like
that. I'm not exactly listening to myelf, but rather the music of my lover as
she rides her own waves. 

I feel her spasming against my thigh rythmically that I feel from my own
heat, again in an odd echo. All across my skin everything suddenly becomes
VIVID. The soft warmth of her breasts pressing against me, the diffrence,
slightly cooler warmth of her smooth belly rubbing against mine. The blazing
heat of her breath and sharp, deliscious pain of her teeth still deep in my
shoulder. And...all the strength just gets sucked out my body and I realiseI
have been arching for the longest time when I collapse back onto the bed,
sending her sprawling all over me. 

She lies atop of me. Breathing deeply..slowly..evenly. I lie there and listen
to her. A slight arrest interupts her smooth inhalation. Then another..and
another. And the next thing I know she crying again. It doesn't matter why,or
where or when to me. All that matters is she's hurting and I have a pretty
good idea why. Because the passion we had, our love, it was a shield and for a
few short moments we forgot what was almost upon us. That shield gone now and
I can feel the cold over my heart reform and become a solid ache ones again.
I'd like to cry myself but I don't think I can afford too. 

I pull her close, resting the side of her face against my breast like a babe.
The pungent aroma of our combined arousal a stunning contrast to the sound of
her sobbing. 

"Oh God..Oh God..Oh God..Oh God Buffy..Oh God." She sobs. ".I don't want it
to end. I don't want it to end, I don't want it to end. I don't ever want it
to end."

"I love you Willow. It won't end." I know where she is, I can feel it too.
The love, warm..safe and glorious..what we just
shared..life..living...together. Everything we mean to each other. But behind
it..the same fear and worry that has been attacking us since this whole mess
started. 

She's lost in these conflicting emotions, and as I myself get rocked aboutby
this misima of love, warmth, fear, cold, hate, depression, and joy I find
myself reaching beyond that. 

Her arms wrap around me and I pull her up higher so her chin rests on my
shoulder. Our embrace is fierce, I can feel her tears dripping off her faceto
fall, hot and salty, across my back. "I don't want it to end, I don't wantit
to end, I don't want it to end.." She says over and over.

And I reach past all that as well. In my mind's eye I can see it. A small
point, burning, white, unwavering and untouched by the surrounded emotional
tempests. 

And I know it won't end this way.

With the Sisterhood, with the Hellmouth.

I open my eyes and stare over Willow's shoulder into the fire beyond. I can
feel it's heat as I feel the white heat inside me.

It won't end this way.

I won't let it.

END


Do not cross a storyteller.
A storyteller is, perhaps, the most powerful thing in all of creation.
At their beck and call they have the powers of What Might be, What Could Be,
What Should Be and What Will Be.
All anyone else has is What Is. 
All the pontential versus mere reality. 


-Mad-Hamlet