Fic: Coming Apart (7/?) (Severe Spoiler Warning)

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Severe Spoiler Warning.

(Spoilers for episodes:

17 - Normal Again.
18 - Entropy
19 - Seeing Red
20 - Villains

You have been warned.)

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*hugs to everyone for giving me feedback to this!*

Oh, and Happy Easter!

*smiles radiantly*

Anne-Lise.

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Drusilla approached Buffy's house under cover of darkness. Having 
never been invited in, she couldn't enter the premises; A primal 
magic invoked by an earlier Slayer to protect herself while she slept 
and never revoked. On the other hand, she didn't need to enter the 
Slayer's home. Spike had told her which bedroom Buffy slept in. She 
just had to wait for the Slayer to come home.

*

Willow was moaning loudly now, absorbed in the experience of what 
she'd wanted for so very long. Moving her head down Buffy's chest, 
she took a nipple between her lips and sucked it gently erect. She 
felt Buffy's hands on her head as she moved to the other breast for 
the same treatment. Buffy twisted slightly to one side and pushed her 
thigh firmly between Willow's legs. Each girl rode the other as they 
kissed and fondled. 
Willow's hand found its way between Buffy's parted thighs. Barely 
touching, teasing, she felt the sticky warmth and gentle folds of 
Buffy's sex, and ran her fingers lightly over the outside, making the 
Slayer squirm, yearning for more. Buffy followed suit, thrilled by 
the feel of Willow, her best friend, her lover, her everything. 
Less composed than Willow, and still so very inexperienced, Buffy 
couldn't resist pushing a finger inside; then another, reaching deep 
into the heat of Willow's aching vagina.
A few minutes of this was all Willow could stand. For months she'd 
been dreaming of this, and now here she was. After another quick suck 
on Buffy's nipples, she gasped, "Oh, oh God, Buffy!"
Suddenly a red light flickered, catching the corner of Buffy's eye.
The door swung open, and Riley's voice echoed "Intruder, side wall. 
Heat signature identifies it as a potential vampire."
"Godammit, its probably just Spike," Buffy muttered in frustration, 
grabbing a stake from the weapon's chest Xander had made for her 
birthday, and giving Willow a peck on the nose.
"Duty calls?" Willow asked, plaintively.
Buffy just nodded.
"In that case," Willow smirked, her old mischievous self surfacing 
momentarily, "may I suggest clothing? 'Cos, you know, clothing is 
good..."

*

Drusilla sighed. This was so dull! If it hadn't been for the 
dancing mushroom, she'd have had to give up for tonight...
A foot caught her cheek, a glancing blow that knocked her 
backwards, stumbling awkwardly. Drusilla snarled vehemently and 
charged the newcomer; a strange woman she didn't recognise.
The woman didn't let her get any closer. A flurry of kicks that 
would make the Slayer proud knocked Drusilla backwards, but they 
didn't have the Slayer's power and Dru'd faced Slayers before. She'd 
even killed one...
Drusilla grinned, evilly. She was smarter than them, the fairies 
said so! She aimed her gun, unexpectedly, and fired.
"Sam!" Riley bowled Dru over and pummelled at her face with 
ineffectual blows that served only to make Drusilla angry. She threw 
Riley off contemptuously, and was about to return the favour when 
Buffy ran around the corner and joined the fray.
Dru ran away; It was the most sensible thing to do.
Even the fairies agreed.

*

"Is she going to be okay?" Buffy asked, a lukewarm concern in her 
eyes.
Riley nodded. "She was wearing her jacket; She's just winded. Go 
after her... I'll look after Sam." Riley knelt beside his wife and 
held her hand.
Sam stared up, her eyes refocusing. "Whew, I'm gonna kick that 
bitch's ass!"
Riley grinned. "Attagirl!"

*

Spike watched Drusilla leg it past, and grinned. His plan was 
working exactly as intended. He'd known Dru couldn't pull off 
something as simple as a gangland execution. Especially as his 
sources had revealed the Slayer had brought in some outside funding 
from England, to pay for an increased operation on the Hellmouth... 
But Dru had given him the seeds of an idea.
He raised his hand in the pre-arranged signal, and the Lothar 
demons lowered their night-vision goggles and raised their automatic 
rifles.
Spike would rather have watched what happened next, but he knew the 
Slayer had a habit of surviving even the most stacked odds. So he 
decided to head back for his crypt, and an early day.

*

End Part 7.