Fic: If It Pleases You (part 1/?) W/T/B NC17

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Title: If it Pleases You.

Author: TheBear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle (pretty much AU from there)

Pairing: W/T /B 

Summary: Sequel to Pretty Please- Willow's not the only one that needs
to make amends.

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! No real angst in this one, just sappy and sweet
(Be aware that my version of sweet includes BDSM and Graphic Sexual
depiction!) 

Author's note: Anyone that wants it can have it. I only ask that you
let me know where it's at so I can go and look at it and stroke my ego.

Red, I promised you a reward if you were good, and you've been very,
very good.

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Part 1



Buffy woke up gradually. She had been dreaming about Willow again.
This time with Tara too. No surprise there; not after last night's
sexual escapades. Buffy had fallen asleep entangled in the embrace of
her two new lovers, still a little shell shocked at the sudden evolution
of their relationship from best friends to "orgasm buddies." "Ok, I so
don't need Anya-vocabulary in my head," she thought, amused at the
phrasing.



She came fully awake to find herself in a spoon sandwich with Tara
against her back, and Willow's ass cradled in her lap. She could feel
Tara snoring gently into her hair, and her own face was buried in a
tousled mass of red. Wet red. "Oh, sorry Wills; Buffy-drool," she
whispered.



As Buffy shifted slightly, she noticed Tara's hand on her breast, now
gently squeezing, as Tara seemed to be waking up too. Buffy's hand was
laying against Willow's belly, as if to make sure the red-headed witch
was snugged tightly to her.



After one last squeeze, Tara rolled away from Buffy, causing her to get
goose bumps all over her skin as the cooler air of the room washed over
the newly exposed skin. She groaned in protest and rolled over to look
into Tara' eyes. She was somewhat concerned about the immediate future,
but not too much. This, the three of them together, felt too right to
be anything less than love. Buffy just wanted to see confirmation in
the golden-haired witch's eyes.



***



"G-good morning, Buffy," Tara said softly. This time the shyness wasn't
faked. She was afraid that Buffy might have regrets this morning. She
hoped not, and not just for Willow's sake. Tara was a little bit in
love with Buffy herself. How could she not be? Buffy was beautiful,
brave, strong, loyal, and a really good friend. Then there was that
whole, 'risks her life nightly to save the world from the evils of
Demons and Vampires' thing that - if nothing else- inspired a little bit
of hero-worship.



Buffy saw the love and adoration in Tara's eyes and knew that this was
going to work. It would be hard, and they would have to withstand the
possibility of misunderstanding from their friends. Their families.
well Tara's was out of the picture, Willow's were never there, "Just
leaves mom and Dawn, I guess," she thought. Buffy smiled warmly at Tara
and moved to embrace her. She kissed her softly on the lips and said,
"What, no 'Slayer' this morning, Mistress Tara?"



Tara smiled in relief and kissed Buffy back before answering, "Oh,
you're mine now, Slayer- never forget it." Stroking Buffy's back she
added, "But we don't have to play that way all the time, Buffy. I can
be soft and sweet, too.



Buffy pulled her close and nuzzled her cheek-to-cheek. She whispered in
her ear, "I love you Tara."



Tara pulled away to look, once again, into Buffy's eyes. Seeing the
honesty and love there she smiled widely, "Oh, good." She giggled at
the confused look in the Slayer's eyes, continuing "Because, I'm kinda
falling in love with you." 



Their lips tentatively touched, and they began to kiss. As Buffy sighed
into the kiss, Tara sought to deepen it. Suddenly they were startled
out of the kiss by a loud whimper next to them on the bed. 



Willow had rolled over onto her back and started to twitch and moan.
Buffy and Tara were instantly focused back onto the woman they both
loved more than life itself- the one that had brought all three of them
together.



***



Willow's moans began to deepen and increase in volume. It was soon
clear that they were not the result of a nightmare, but rather a dream
of a more pleasurable nature. Their thoughts were confirmed when Willow
groaned out, "Goddess yes, yes Buffy, right there. Oh Tara, harder!
Bite it harder!"



Buffy and Tara looked at each other with a smirk on their faces. "It
looks like Willow is having fun without us, doesn't it Tara?" Buffy
chuckled.



"Mmhmm," Tara agreed. "I'm not sure that we should let her get away
with that, should we?" she asked Buffy.



"Doesn't seem right." Buffy concurred. She moved off of the bed and
around to the other side of willow, climbing back on and lying along
side of her. 



Tara smiled and arranged herself similarly across the red witch from
Buffy. She dipped her head down and began to circle her tongue around
the still sleeping girls areola, while her hand stroked she soft flesh
of her breast, gently pushing it up and in, as though to get a better
angle on it for her mouth.



Buffy emulated exactly what Tara did, matching her movements and
actions.



After a few moments, Willow's moans and whimpers became more fevered.
Tara and Buffy slowly stroked their hands along the pale flesh of
Willow's torso until they reached the wet red curls of her sex, their
mouths now latched onto her nipples and suckling gently. As their
fingers came together over the slippery pink lips, they intertwined
their hands, lacing their fingers together. Each extended their index
finger, and they began to stroke up and down the slick seam between
their lover's thighs, eventually entering her and slowly sliding in and
out. Their thumbs ran back and forth along either side of the writhing
witch's pleasure point as they pumped in and out.



Soon Willow was twitching and whimpering in that special way that Tara
knew meant that she was about to tip over the edge. She and Buffy
extended a second finger and now there were four slim digits stroking in
and out of the dripping pink petals of Willow's pleasure. This was
enough to bring the witch back into the waking world and she gasped
loudly- both at the sensation of being so full, and at the glorious
sight of two blond heads suckling at her soft little breasts. 



It was too much and Willow began keening as her orgasm crashed through
her body.



Tara and Buffy released willow's nipples and looked into each other's
eyes as they slowly withdrew their interlaced fingers from the twitching
witch. Their eyes were drawn to the sight of their clasped hands, their
glistening fingers. With seemingly silent communication they brought
their hands up between their faces and paused for a moment as their eyes
flickered back to each other's for a moment before separating their
hands. 



Willow, having recovered from her release looked back down her body in
time to see her two mistresses lovingly press their dripping fingers
past each other's lips. She struggled not to close her own eyes as they
did. She didn't want to miss a single moment of this incredibly sweet
and erotic sight as her two lovers suckled her own juices off of each
others hands. Oh goddess!," she whispered.



Buffy and Tara both turned their attention to the stunned look on
Willow's face. They each smiled around the fingers in their mouth
before claiming their hands from one another again. Simultaneously they
chanted, "Good morning lover."



Willow dropped her head back onto the pillow and rasped out, "Best
morning ever!"



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It gets Kinky again in part 2, I promise!



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