Fic: Coming Apart (9/?) (Severe Spoiler Warning)

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Severe Spoiler Warning.

(Spoilers for episodes:

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

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Anne-Lise.

--

"He's going to be alright," Sam said as she entered the hospital 
waiting-room.
I looked up from the study of my styrofoam cup. "That's good news." 
I got up out of the uncomfortable plastic chair, and gave her a hug. 
She squeezed and let go.
"You'd better get back. Xander, Dawn... They'll be worried." Sam's 
eyes caught mine, and I realised the smile hadn't touched them. Did 
she hate me for dragging Riley back here? Didn't she trust me because 
of our history...?
Then I realised she hadn't mentioned Willow aloud. So, she knew. Of 
course she knew. Riley probably had a lesbian detector in his bag of 
tricks. Too late, Riley.
"I'd better get back," I agreed. "Willow might be worried."
The smile touched her eyes. Good.

*

She crossed the room over to me and I lifted her onto the bathroom 
counter. I had to balance on my twisted ankle, but she didn't allow 
me time to protest. She pulled at my clothes in abrupt movements, and 
desire seized me, causing me to return the favour in kind. She had to 
grab the edge of the counter to keep from falling as I pulled her 
dress down, letting it pool on the floor around her feet. She grabbed 
the black satin of my panties and pulled them down, too.
For a brief moment I felt her fingers sliding against me, but then 
she was inside me. She pressed hard against the tightness of my body, 
forcing herself within me. I needed her touch almost as much as she 
needed to take me, but without the foreplay it was still pain with 
the pleasure. A bruising, almost tearing pressure brought my breath 
in a gasp that was both pain and desire.
She whispered, "You're tight... You're not ready for me... But 
you're so wet..."
"I know." My voice sounded higher than normal, and yet it had that 
breathy quality she so loved to hear. Slayer's curse: forever horny 
or hungry.
She worked me, with her fingers making moist slaps that brought 
sounds of pleasure from my throat in rhythmic punctuation. The sheer 
force of her need, my need, sensations and sensual... My body opened 
to her, no longer tight; Just wet.
Experience told as Willow's fingers found just the right spot. She 
ran one fingertip over it again and again, faster than before. My 
voice became whimpers, the tightness grew, swelling, like a warm 
thing growing within me. The orgasm flowed along my skin as though a 
thousand feathers were being drawn across the surface of my nudity, 
sending me shivering, twitching; my voice echoing wordlessly, 
thoughtlessly, formless. Primal.
I loved her, completely.

*

"Well I think its cool," Andrew said as he looked around their new 
lair.
Jonathon appraised the location. "Yeah... Yeah!" He nodded. "Kinda 
like the bat-cave."
"It works..." Warren sighed. "For now."
The troika started unpacking things when Spike stuck his head 
through the hole in the roof from his crypt above. "Everything 
alright down there?" he asked.
"Yeah," Warren replied, as he picked another spider-demon corpse up 
by its leg and tossed it on the pile in the corner. "Its a regular 
home-from-home."

*

"Morning!" I walked into the kitchen to find Xander making pancakes. 
Dawn was watching him with a dreamy smile. I remember how she used to 
have a crush on Xander when she was younger, but it mellowed into 
friendship when Anya came on the scene. Wherever she was, now.
"Want a pancake?" Xander asked.
I smiled. "Sure!" Why not?
"Sleep well?" Dawn asked, with just the right amount of annoying 
pointedness to tell me that she'd heard me last night. I decided to 
be mean. Big sister, not mom-mode. "Actually, I didn't get to sleep 
much last night," I admitted. "It gets so lonely..." I kept watching 
her face. Oh, how I enjoyed teasing. "And Willow just kept tossing 
and turning..."
"Stop it!" Dawn's face went red. I giggled and looked back to 
Xander. He'd dropped a pancake on the floor.

*

"So what's the plan?" Warren asked as he sat next to Spike and 
watched Dawson's Creek. Even without the chip, Spike still enjoyed 
immersing himself in low-grade evil.
"Well," he considered. "I think its about time we sorted out the 
Slayer once and for all."
Warren studied him. "You want to kill her? How?"
"No..." Spike's face clouded. "She's too damned difficult to kill, 
and I don't want her dead... I want her to suffer."
"Suffer?" Warren prompted.
Spike swigged from a beer-bottle filled with blood. "Yeah. Suffer!" 
Another drink. "And I know just how to achieve it," he muttered.
Warren brooded on this for a moment. He turned over some 
possibilities in his mind, but came up blank. "Care to share?"
Spike shrugged. "The little bit," he said. "Buffy's sister. She's 
far more... accessible."
"Oh..." Warren digested this. "You're going to kill the Slayer's 
sister?"
Spike grinned. "Not quite. I'm going to make her a vampire."
>From somewhere below their feet, someone gulped.

*

End Part 9.