RE: FIC: The Spaces Inbetween (1/?) NC-17

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From: Red Willow [mailto:st8sboroblues@xxxxxxxxx] 
Sent: Wednesday, June 19, 2002 4:20 AM
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: FIC: The Spaces Inbetween (1/?) NC-17

quick not before we begin.... 
i felt inspired... hello TheBear! ;-) 
also, this past week the gf has has had me hauling boxes and furniture
between our bedroom which
is now our office and our office which is now our bedroom.... get that?
in doing so i came across
a lot of erotica and other stuff i wrote a few years ago... after
reading through it, i got
further inspired... so... i'm going to be a bit bold with this one...
so tell me what ya think
and i hope you guys enjoy it.... RW


Author: Red Willow
Title: The Spaces Inbetween
Disclaimer: All characters and references to belong to Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, and all them
other peeps. I'm just borrowing them for my own fun.
Pairing: W/T/B
Rating: NC-17!
Summary: part 1 or ? The spaces inbetween refer to that time between
relationships, between a
fight and the makeup... reflection time, alone time, dream time...
etc... this is the first in a
short series of spaces inbetween for B/W/T...
Feedback? I thrive on feedback! hope you enjoy!
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There was no one home when I got back from the Magic Box. It
didn't surprise me though. 
These days I often returned to an empty house. Dawn was usually at
Janice's and Buffy was out
either working or patrolling. So I guess either way, she was working.
It's not that I mind being
alone, sometimes I even long for the solitude. But lately, with Tara
gone and me trying to kick
the magicks, I just get lonely a little too quickly.

I went up to my room and lay down on my bed. I hugged a
pillow close to me and tried to
take a nap. It didn't work though. I lay there for a long time with my
eyes closed, thinking of
binary codes and algebraic formulas, anything to put me to sleep. But
no, not with my silly willy
brain, I ended up wanting to get on my laptop and do homework. I really
just wanted to sleep
though. The more I slept, the less I had to deal with reality. I got
up and put my Jake Lee Rau
cd on repeat. I hadn't listened to that one in awhile, but it seemed
appropriate. I was kind of
feeling down in the dumps. I had been for a while. I watched the clock,
tracing the red glowing
letters until they had no form, no meaning. And still no sleep. I
rolled on my back, staring at
the ceiling, watching the shadows shift as time passed and the sun went
down. I nodded my head
methodically to the music and finally relaxation nudged me into sleep.


Her hands are all over me, moving as if through liquid, sliding
silky smooth along my bare
skin. She's everywhere at once. Greedy hands and wet kisses. Sighs
and moans filling this
room that has no walls, nor ceiling, just this space made for us.
She's pressing herself
against my wet sex, whispering lusty promises in my ears. I'm under
her, my legs wrapped around
her hot body, pulling her into me. She grabs my wrists, pushing my arms
up over my head and
holding me there. I'm literally aching to touch her, but she holds me
down, not letting me. I'm
squirming, begging for release. She pays no attention; instead she
sucks greedily at my nipples,
scraping her teeth over them, practically biting them. It's all almost
too much for me to bear. 
Quiet pleasure moans stretch into cries and pleas. I feel my juices
bubble out of me as an almost
painful ache tears through me. I'm desperately trying to grind my slick
pussy against her but
again she won't let me. I'm a jumble of aching, needy knots on the
verge of ripping apart and I
just can't stand it anymore.
"Tara Please!" I yell, straining against her. 
She lifts her head from my breast and looks at me. Shadows cross her
face and I only see the
devilish grin dancing on her lips.
"You want it baby?" she teases.
"God yes!" I whimper, pleading with my eyes, my body. I buck my
hips against her as if
proving it. 
"What do you want me to do?" she asks innocently licking her
lips, as if she doesn't realize
that my wetness is practically splashing against her thighs and belly as
I try to get myself off.
"Fuck me!" I yelp.
She's pulling away from me, retracting from my throbbing body,
denying me privilege. NO! She
can't do this to me! She.
She's sliding her fingers between my swollen slick lips, and
before I can even react she's
deep inside me and I'm arching my body against her, meeting her furious
thrusts, crying out
affirmations and pleas. Goddess yes! She's filling me with herself,
her hand and wrist drenched
in my thick liquid. I'm squeezing and pulling her into me deeper and
wider with my arms and legs,
my cunt wanting to devour her wholly. She gives herself to me, leaning
closer, her body heavy on
mine, keeping me tangled and tied to her. She's moaning almost as loud
as I'm crying and she's
rubbing her thumb on my clit, almost viciously, her pinky sliding in
and out of my asshole and
I'm full and round with orgasmic waves pulsing through every cell of my
shaking body and still she
thrusts her hand into me, fucking me like I asked, prolonging the
orgasm, creating new ones. I'm
rising higher and higher, crashing over the edge in ecstasy and slowly
falling back only to be
lifted again, fucked raw with untapped passion by my lover, her hand,
her body, her moans and
sweat. 

Suddenly I'm pushing her from me, ignoring another oncoming orgasm
in favor of hers. 
"Wha-?" She starts, confused.
"I want to taste you!"
She's grinning at me as she untangles herself from my legs and pulls
herself further up my
body, placing her full, rich lips on mine, the sweet taste of berries
filling my mouth as our
tongues meet. Her mouth isn't the only thing I want to taste, to
explore with my tongue, and she
knows it. 
I'm hungry for that strong musky elixir that intoxicates me
every time I bury my head into
her soft curls, and before I realize it, she's turning around, her hands
on my thighs, and that oh
so sweet pussy hovering mere inches from my face. Her lips are so
swollen with desire and shiny
thick wetness that I think I'm going to come again before I even get
started.
"Mmmm Tara." I moan before pulling her down onto my face,
the first slight touch sending her
hips into a jerk and a loud moan from around a bitten lip.
I'm opening her with my tongue, pulling back the slick silk
curtains of her sex and tasting
that pungent earthiness I so love. Almost immediately she begins to
slowly rotate her hips
against my exploring tongue. I'm mad with hunger, lapping up her
cocktail as if it's the source of
all my life being. My face is buried in her hot sex and, covered with
her sticky goodness, I'm
thrashing my tongue over her engorged nub sending her moans into loud
"Gods" and "Yesses." 
I'm sucking her and fucking her with my tongue, my teeth, and my lips,
and she's spreading
herself wider for me, begging me not to stop, to never stop as she comes
against my face, riding
it. And I'm not stopping; I'll never stop now that I have her filling
my cup with her cream. 
I'm holding her hips tightly with my hands, holding her to
me as I continue to work my
tongue and mouth over her throbbing clit even as waves from her orgasm
still crash though her. 
She's moaning my name, calling to me, and then I'm feeling her hands on
me again, parting my lips
and dipping her fingers into my own hot liquids. We're matching each
other's rhythm of circling
fingers and swirling firm tongue until we're both bucking with pleasure
and release. We're
floating. Nothing has substance or texture. There is only us coming
together, arriving and
wanting to go back only to come again, full and fat with completeness.
Again we untangle, flopping back into a soft familiar
embrace, two sweaty bodies melting
against each other with the pungent smell of each other's sex heavy in
the air. We kiss
hungrily, aware that we both taste her arousal and she giggles wiping
her stickiness off my face. 
I close my eyes, happy for this one moment of gentle peace as we
continue to kiss deeply,
savoring it.
I break away; wanting to look at her, look in her eyes, to tell
her how much I love.
"Buffy???!" 
What the hell?? I'm flailing, sitting bolt upright,
practically flinging her off of me.
What in the mighty hell is going on? 
Buffy's just grinning at me though, saying nothing.
Curling up next to me, she lays her
head in my lap, her fingers resting gently on my inner thigh, almost
brushing against my still
pulsating wet center. All I can do is stare, my mouth a wide gaping
hole of "what the fuck-?"



tbc shortly....


=====
Xander: "What, so he rises up and infects the first guy he sees? That's
no fair!"
Willow: "Like you've never woken up cranky? "
Buffy the Vampire
Slayer

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