Fic: Please Understand (part 4/4) W/T/B NC17

["TheBear!" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Please Understand

Author: The Bear!

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

Pairing: W/T /B 

Summary: Sequel to If It Pleases You- Buffy decides that they have to
tell the Scoobies about their relationship, but what about Joyce and
Dawn?

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! And once again I remind everyone, and their dog,
that I love (and therefore write) BDSM and Graphic Sexual depiction!

Disclaimer: someone who is not me owns all of the toys I'm playing with
here. (Don'tcha hate it when someone else hogs all of the best toys!?
Come on, Share, share; that's fair!)

Author's note: Last part of this story- sequels likely in the future,
but I want to work on the sequel to Morning Glory first, and a possible
collaboration with another fine writer on this list. (Hopefully you all
will see something on that soon.) 

***

Part 4

Buffy had gone through her classes that day with a look of bliss
plastered to her face that had everyone staring at her in either wonder
or envy. To say that she glowed was an understatement. 

When she had woken up that morning her body was all tingly from the
series of wicked powerful orgasms combined with 8 hours of hard, deep
sleep. If she dreamed, she didn't recall any of them. Her last memory
was slowly slipping into sleep in the arms of her Mistress as her body
was racked with shuddering, quivering pleasure. When she woke up, the
three of them were spread out across the bed, with Tara in the middle on
her back and Willow and Buffy on either side. Willow was cuddled up
against Tara, with her head in the crook of the blond witches arm, and
her own arm bent up, hand resting on one plump breast.

After the pleasure they had given her last night, she couldn't bear to
disturb their peaceful slumber this morning. They didn't have classes
for a couple more hours, so she let them sleep.

Unfortunately, she did have classes so she cleaned up and left the room-
leaving her lover's behind for the first time since they had gotten
together.

Sitting in class, ignoring most of the professor's lecture as she
reflected on the past three days, Buffy realized that Tara and Willow
would most likely be making love this very minute. She wished she could
be there with them, but strangely, she felt no jealousy at the thought.
She wanted them to enjoy each other when she wasn't around- she had left
them a note, encouraging them to have fun. And, she looked forward to
spending some quality time with each of them alone as time permitted.
She thought it would be a good idea to discuss it, but couldn't imagine
that they would mind. So long as no one was ever denied in favor of the
other partner, she hoped they could enjoy all there was about each
other- as three different couples as well as a committed triad. 

Nothing else in her life was conventional, why should she start now?

***

Tara woke up as Buffy left the room. She remembered that Buffy had an
early class on Mondays, so she didn't worry about it. She just lay
there and enjoyed the feel of her darling redhead as she slept cuddled
around the blonde's body. 

It was strange, so much had happened so quickly- this would be the first
time the three of them had spent more than a few minutes apart since
Friday night. There was so much they needed to talk about, so that they
all understood things the same way. Tara had never been in a
polyamorous relationship before- honestly, she had never been in a
serious relationship of any kind before she and Willow; and that was
only a few months old. However, she instinctively knew that
communication would be of the utmost importance in keeping the three of
them together. She knew Willow and Buffy both had a tendency to hide
things that they thought would upset someone. "I can't let them get
away with that," she thought firmly. "We *are* going to make this
work!"

Tara surprised herself with her own vehemence. She had always been shy
and introverted, and she had never known true love before Willow and now
Buffy. She was desperate to keep this feeling, this amazing feeling of
being loved and cherished and adored. It was such a change from the
first eighteen years of her life. Her mother had protected her and
loved her for the most part, but the men in her family had still managed
to keep them both under their thumb. When her mother had died a couple
of years ago, life had become utterly unbearable. It had taken every
last ounce of her resolve to escape and make her way to Sunnydale to go
to school. 

Her heart had fallen into the pit of her stomach when she had seen her
brother in the Magic Box. All the fear and self-doubt had reappeared.
"And then I cast that stupid spell and almost got everyone killed!" She
still raged at herself for that mistake. When Buffy had told her father
that he could 'go ahead and take her,' Tara had wanted to die. When the
she added, "you've just got to go through me first." well, Tara already
considered all of the Scooby gang to be heroes, especially Buffy. But,
when she said that. those faint flutterings of desire and affection for
the Slayer instantly expanded into full-blown lust and love. 

The only thing that eclipsed those emotions was the acceptance and
forgiveness that Willow had given her that night. Even when they still
thought she was a demon, Willow had pleaded with her to stay. Pleaded
with her! As if Tara wanted to leave! She was only going to leave
because she thought that Willow would hate her for who she was and what
she had done. Tara had been so grateful and happy, and so much in love-
that night they had floated over the dance floor as they danced, and she
knew it was because of the potency of the emotional and magical bond
between them.

That night she had shown her gratitude by spending three straight hours
kissing, licking, rubbing and sucking her lovely pale flesh until
Willow's entire body was flushed pink. Tara made her cum so hard that
she wept at the absolute beauty of it- her lover's body arched and
quivering as the pleasure rolled through it, her face contorted into a
mask of excruciating ecstasy. Never before that moment had Tara ever
been prouder of herself.

Looking down at the peaceful redhead nestled against her, she decided to
relive that night, at least as well as she could in the hour or so they
had before they had to be up for class. She reached over onto the
bedstand and picked up a set of manacles that had landed there after
having been carelessly tossed aside last night

"Oh, Willow," she began, shaking the cuffs so as to create a clanking
sound. "Wake up, Pet- Mistress Tara's got a present for you." she
sing-songed quietly. 

***

Buffy had saved a seat for Tara when she got to her third class of the
morning. She had started to worry as class was about to begin, and
there was still no Tara.

A broad smile broke across her face as the blonde witch hurried through
the door just as the professor was moving to close it.

Tara blushed furiously when Buffy whispered in her ear as she sat down,
"What happened? Did Willow tie you to the bed this time?" She answered
only with a smile as the lecture began.

***

Buffy couldn't manage to pay attention to the lecture. It wasn't that
it wasn't interesting; she was surprisingly interested in this class-
English poetry. Some of it was boring, of course, but some of those old
Brits had managed to truly capture the darkness and majesty, and
passion, that was in the world- often all wrapped together in one
disturbingly dark, yet ardently sensuous verse. 

Today, however, her mind was on passion of a more immediate kind;
specifically, Tara. To her enhanced sense of smell, her lover
absolutely reeked of sex. Clearly she and Willow had enjoyed their
morning of solitude so much that Tara hadn't made time to hit the
showers before running to class. With every breath drawn, Buffy's nose
was filled with the yummy sweetness of Willow swirled together with
Tara's savory scent.

By the end of class, all Buffy could think about was getting her mouth
on Tara.

***

Tara managed to take a few notes, but Buffy's stare was disconcerting.
She could feel her Slayer's eyes on her throughout the entire lecture.
Every now and then, when she would look directly at he lover, she saw
her gazing intently at her and taking deep breaths, her nostrils
flaring. Tara quickly realized that Buffy was sniffing her. 

She had cleaned up with a damp cloth as best she could, but she hadn't
had time for a shower. She realized that Buffy's 'Slayerness' must make
all of her senses stronger. "Oh, goddess!" she thought, casting another
sideways glance at her new lover. "She looks hungry."

The moment the professor released them, she gathered her things and
stood up, facing Buffy directly for the first time since she had arrived
in the classroom. 

The absolutely predatory look in her eyes made Tara's knees wobble as
her body strained to give in to the passionate arousal she saw before
her.

Without a word, Buffy took Tara's hand and lead her out of the class
room. She walked quickly down the hall until she reached the restrooms.

Tara saw their destination and pulled back slightly to protest. The
words died on her lips as Buffy turned around and looked once again into
her eyes. Her eyes promised dire consequences should the blonde witch
seek to deny the Slayer her due.

Buffy surprised Tara when, rather than lead her into the restroom, she
used her Slayer-strength to break open the door to the plumbing chase
between the restrooms. 

All Buffy could think of was the smell the was invading her brain. The
heady combination of her two lover's essences was having an overwhelming
effect on her. She felt a need not only to taste her lover as soon as
possible, but to mark her territory as well. She wanted everyone who
saw Tara to know that she was Buffy's. She didn't even try to reconcile
the image of Tara as her Mistress with the image of Tara as her
property. Right now the Slayer was going to take what was hers!

Tara felt just the tiniest thrill of fear run through her at the
single-minded purpose her lover was displaying. It was overwhelmed by
the desire, but it was still noticeable. Tara thought it might be
actually heightening her desire, either that or the inherent naughtiness
of the location and situation; whichever it was, she was already very
wet and Buffy had yet to do more than hold her hand.

Buffy pulled her into the narrow chase and immediately pressed her up
against the rough wall, the excess mortar between the cinderblock
digging into her back. The lusty Slayer began to assault her mouth,
penetrating Tara's lips with her questing tongue and drinking in the
savory taste. Buffy's hands found their way through the gap between the
witch's sweater and pants, one hand making it's way up her torso and
massaging her breasts through the sheer fabric of her bra, the other
snaking it's way down, under her pants, inside her panties, until it
found the wet, slick heat it was seeking.

Tara broke from the kiss, pressing her head back against the irregular
surface, panting for oxygen as her body arched into the Slayers hands. 

Buffy never let up, trailing her lips and tongue down the taller girl's
chin to her throat, nipping and sucking at her pulse point while
continuing her attack on the witch's lissom body.

Tara felt the pressure against her throat and realized that Buffy was
affecting a love bite in the pale column of her neck that everyone could
see. "She's marking me as hers!" Tara thought wildly, imagining the
furtive looks and open stares that would surround her. She was at once
mortified- still that innate shyness inside her- and thrilled. "Buffy is
telling the world that I belong to her!" she thought. Suddenly, her
body tensed and she cut loose a involuntary scream as the release
whipped through her.

Not willing to submit entirely, Tara growled out, "Oh, you'll pay for
that, Slayer!" as she came down from her high. 

An unrepentant Buffy couldn't wipe the smile entirely off of her face as
she sucked Tara's juices from her fingers. She straightened out Tara's
clothes, and managed to drop her gaze as she replied, "Yes Mistress."

Tara wasn't satisfied by that, and as she exited the chase behind Buffy
she growled even louder, "I'll have you in chains; begging for
forgiveness before this night is out! Do you understand me?"

Buffy stopped in place just outside the door, not saying a word.

Tara, focused only on Buffy, demanded a response. Spinning the
motionless Slayer around she hissed, "You will answer when your Mistress
asks you a question!"

Buffy goggled at Tara, tilting her head toward the three boys on her
right who had apparently come over to check out the scream emanating
from the plumbing chase.

Tara looked over to what her lover was indicating and was instantly
embarrassed. Her entire body blushed a dark red. And yet, from
somewhere deep inside the shy, introverted girl, her inner Dom rose up
and took command of the situation. Turning back to her Slayer, she
said, "Answer the question pet."

Buffy's head snapped back to Tara as though she had been slapped.
Seeing the look in her lover's eyes, her body flushed with arousal. "Yes
Mistress," she whispered.

Turning back to the three stupefied boys, she looked down at their
obvious erections and smirked, "Sorry, Boys. This is mine, you'll have
to look elsewhere."

Three sets of jaws nearly came unhinged at that. Four, if you counted
Buffy's own stunned countenance.

Tara smiled happily at the thought of shocking everyone around her, even
though she included herself among the most shocked of all. "Come along,
pet. We've your punishment to see to." she said as she took the
astonished Slayer by the hand and lead her down the hallway toward the
refectory where they were meeting Willow for lunch. She couldn't wait
to tell Willow about this.

Three sets of glazed eyes and dropped jaws followed the girls down the
hall.

Buffy's stunned- and excited- thought as she allowed herself to be lead
away was, "We've unleashed a monster!"

***

This was the conversation that Buffy was dreading. Not Giles, Not
Xander; though that one had her more than a little nervous; certainly
not Anya- Buffy imagined that Anya couldn't care less about anyone
else's love life- so long as it didn't interfere with Xander giving her
'lots of orgasms.' No, there was only one conversation that she dreaded
more than this one, and it was with the same person. 

She wanted her lover's by her side, however, when she told Dawn that she
was 'The Key.'

***

"Hey, Dawn," Buffy said when she peaked around the door frame into her
sister's room. She frowned when Dawn flinched as she walked into the
room. She stopped in her tracks. "Sorry, Dawn. Is it ok if I come in?

"Why are you being so nice?" Dawn snapped, rather harshly.

Buffy restrained herself from reacting to Dawn's annoying tone of voice.
Mistress made her promise to be good. She had said that- If Buffy was
really, really good with Dawn; if she found out what had upset her the
previous day, and dealt with it positively- she might be persuaded to
forgive the Slayers assault earlier that day. Buffy would still merit a
punishment, but it would be a pleasant one, rather than a harsh one.
Buffy wanted to please her Mistress, though she also wanted to be
punished. "Don't want to spend too much time thinking about that
contradiction," she thought ruefully.

"Please, Dawn. I don't want to fight, Ok?" Buffy pleaded. The faster
she got through this, the faster she could get back to the loving
acceptance of her girlfriends. Walking to the bed Dawn was laying, she
again noticed Dawn flinching from her. "Dawnie? Is it ok if I sit down
here?" she gestured to the foot of the bed. 

Dawn looked away from Buffy, refusing to meet her eyes. "Whatever.
It's not like I can stop you. You're strong enough to do anything you
want," she said sullenly. 

Buffy was simultaneously startled by the bitterness in Dawn's voice, and
enraged by her attitude. Throwing her hands up she snapped out, "Fine!"
She spun on her heal and walked back out of the room, pausing at the
door for just a moment as she extended one last tentative attempt at
conciliation, "I thought you might want to talk." When Dawn made no
response, Buffy walked out of the room.

Going to her own room to pack a few things, Buffy wondered what was
eating Dawn. Obviously Tara was right- something was bothering the
girl. "God, Now I'm really looking forward to the Key conversation!"
she thought unenthusiastically. 

She had the paddle back in it's box, an overnight bag packed, and the
ropes untied from her bedposts when she felt her sister's presence at
her door. Turning around she just looked at Dawn in as unthreatening a
manner as possible, waiting to see if the volatile teen would be the
first to speak.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, Dawn finally spoke. "Are you
leaving?" she asked flatly

"Just for tonight Dawn," Buffy said evenly.

Raising her eyebrows, apparently trying for nonchalance, Dawn asked,
"You spending the night with Willow and Tara?"

Wondering where this was going, Buffy answered simply, "Yes."

Dawn set her jaw and spoke through her teeth, "You taking *that*?" She
said the word 'that' as though it was the foulest blasphemy known to the
English language.

Buffy's eyes followed Dawn's gaze to the encased paddle. Her eyes
widened as she looked back at Dawn's expression of triumph and disgust.
"What?" she asked, dumfounded.

Dawns words were harsh and hateful as she snapped, "I'm not stupid,
Buffy! I know what that paddle is for. I know what those ropes on your
bedposts are for." 

"OH MY GOD!" Buffy screamed in her head. "How did she know? How could
she know?" as her whirling thoughts slowed some, the pertinent question
rose to the fore, "what does she really know?"

"Dawn? Tell me what you think these are for." Buffy said, trying to
maintain a calm, cool voice.

Dawn became angry again. "I'm not a little kid, Buffy. I know about
Bondage and Domination and Sadomasochism!" She threw out the words as
though they were some secret code- the passwords one used to prove that
they were on the 'inside;' as though they were proof that she was 'in
the know'

"Please Dawn. Just tell me exactly what you are thinking about , with
the paddle and the ropes," Buffy reiterated.

Dawn was sick. She thought Buffy was going to try and explain it away.
Like Dawn was too stupid to know what was going on. "You tied them up
and beat them!" she exclaimed in a loud voice. Dawn's eyes filled with
tears and her voice broke as she said in a quiet, sad voice, "How come
you hurt them? Why do they let you do that?"

Buffy was dumfounded. "You think." Tears ran down Buffy's face,
matching Dawn's "Oh, Dawnie." Buffy sat down on the bed and patted
next to her. "Please come here Dawn," she begged.

Dawn almost didn't but finally she sat down, leaving a distinct gap
between her and Buffy, and leaving her arms crossed in a defensive
posture.

Buffy couldn't believe that she was about to discuss her sex life with
*Dawn* of all people. She took a deep breath and wiped the tears off of
her face with the back of her hand before she began.

"Dawn, I don't know what you know about that stuff, or where you learned
it. I'm not an expert on those things either, so I can't tell you very
much about them. All I can tell you is about me and Tara and Willow."
Taking another deep breath, she continued. "First of all, Dawn; the
paddle is for me, not them."

At Dawn's confused look, Buffy blushed. But she continued- sensing that
there would be a huge, perhaps insurmountable, rift between herself and
Dawn if she didn't explain. "Tara uses the paddle on me, Dawn. Not the
other way around.

Dawn's eyes goggled at that. "You let Tara beat you? Why?" she asked
plaintively.

Buffy put her hand on Dawn's knee, gently squeezing to reassure her.
"Dawn, it's not about a beating- it isn't hitting to cause injury. it's.
Oh, God, how do I say this?" she asked, looking to the heavens for help.
Finally she said, "Look, Dawn. This isn't for everyone. But, for some
people. pain. little pains- like the sting of a slap on the butt- can.
increase the good feelings, make them more intense? Does that make any
sense?"

Dawn had dropped her arms, loosening her defensive posture. The look on
her face said she was trying, really trying, to understand- but failing.
With raised brows and an apologetic look she said, "Not really?"

Buffy smiled to see her sister loose her anger and bitterness. "That's
ok, Dawn. It's something that you have to experience, to know about.
And, even then, lots of people never understand, or like it. You don't
have to understand it, you just have to know that Tara and Willow and I
love each other and only do things to each other that we like. No
hurting- serious hurting," she qualified, "involved." 

Dawn had one more question, "And the ropes?" 

"It may seem weird. well." she began, then realizing that this whole
discussion was already way beyond weird. She just shook her head and
continued. When Tara ties me up, I feel free." Buffy preempted Dawn's
question by explaining, "She's taking away my ability to make decisions-
so, all I can do is just accept the pleasure she wants to give me. I
don't have to think, just feel."

Clearly, Dawn didn't understand everything, but she did accept that
everything they did was stuff they wanted. So that was ok, she guessed.

She smirked a little and said, "So, Tara's your Dom, huh? Never thought
I'd see the day the Slayer was anyone's sub."

Buffy was still stuck in this weird place where she was actually
answering her bratty sister's questions, so she answered that one too,
"Well, Tara is both Willow's and my Mistress, but Willow subs to me too.
and I can't believe I'm still talking about this!" She gave her sister
a mock-glare. 

Dawn stuck her tongue out at her.

Buffy laughed at the pure innocence of such a childish act. "Seriously,
Dawn. Are we ok?"

"Yeah, we're ok," Dawn said. Suddenly struck by a thought, Dawn said,
"Tara made you come talk to me, didn't she? That's why you didn't yell
at me in my room, Isn't it?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

Buffy glared at Dawn, "You mean when you were acting like a little
brat?"

Dawn ignored the jibe and went for the kill, "I've got you now, Slayer!
Next time you're mean to me I'm not going to tell mom, I'm going to tell
Mistress Tara!"

Buffy's eyes opened wide in horror. "Why you little." she began
tickling Dawn mercilessly. 

>From her position in the doorway to her own room, Joyce Summers smiled
at Dawn's screaming laughter. At the same time she tried to digest all
that she had overheard.

***

Buffy left the house with a lighter heart than she'd had for a long
time. This whole, not hiding stuff, was really liberating. She still
didn't want to tell Giles and Xander and Anya, but she knew that she
would feel better when she did. And, they probably wouldn't reject her,
not when it meant rejecting Willow and Tara too. And. she cut herself
off, refusing to worry about that stuff right now.

Right now she wanted to go see her Mistress and tell her what a good
little Slayer she'd been.

***

When Buffy got to the room, she found Willow napping. She was above the
covers, still dressed. It looked like she had just laid down for a
moment, and then drifted off. Tara wasn't there, but Buffy didn't want
to wake Willow just to ask about Tara. She was a little emotionally
drained from her talk with dawn, but also felt that she and her sister
had grown much closer for having had it. It was nice to be able to
allay Dawn's fears and at the same time put her own thoughts on the
matter into some sort of order. 

After a moment of staring at Willow and thinking about Dawn, she started
to think about how Willow had been when Buffy had first met her. Then
she was only a year older than Dawn's age now. She started to think
about all of the events they had gone through together. Some of them
stuck out in her mind for various reasons. Fun, fear, tragedy, joy.
love. They had gone through them all together. Especially strong in
her mind were those moments when she had felt especially close to
Willow- those moments when she had almost broken down and revealed her
feelings to the lovely redhead who had unknowingly been the owner of her
heart for so long.

After a time she noticed that Willow had woken up and was staring back
at her. She smiled.

Willow sat up and slid off of the bed onto her knees before Buffy.
"Wanna play?" she asked excitedly. "Mistress Tara had to go work on a
paper in the library. She said she'd be back at six and that I should
be a good pet and do what ever Mistress Buffy wants until she gets
back," Willow got out in one rushed breath.

Buffy smiled at Willow's excitement. She felt a warmth down deep in her
belly at the thought of 'playing' with Willow for the next two hours.
However, what she really wanted to do was something different. "Get up,
Willow. I don't want to play Mistress Buffy right now."

Willow's face fell. She stood up, but didn't meet Buffy's eyes. "Oh,"
she said dejectedly, thinking Buffy was upset with her for something.

Buffy reached out for the redhead's chin and gently brought Willow's
face up to meet hers, "I want to do something different, ok?"

Willow smiled again, happily saying, "Oh, Ok!" then she paused and her
smile dropped as she said, "Uh, what do I do?"

Buffy laughed in genuine humor. It didn't happen all that often
anymore, but it seemed that Willow was stuck in her 'eager puppy dog'
mode. This had happened a lot in the first year they had known each
other- Willow, so eager to please her first new friend in years,
practically bounced off of the walls trying to do whatever it took to
make Buffy happy. As she became more secure in her friendship, and
realized that Buffy liked her for her, not for trying to make Buffy
happy, she quit acting like this most of the time. But, every once in a
while.

"Right now, I just want you to stand there, Ok?" Buffy said, not really
asking, more telling.

Willow just nodded her head and waited to see what Buffy would do next.

Buffy smiled at the fiery Wicca's response. She began to walk around
the lovely girl, gently kissing and caressing different parts of her
body as she spoke to her. "I told you that I loved you since the
beginning, but I don't think you really believed me. I think there's
still that little bit of insecurity in you that you suffered with for so
long." Placing a kiss on the back of Willow's neck as her hands slid
around her front and caressed her stomach over her shirt, pulling the
redhead back against herself, Buffy said, "That first day, when Cordelia
was so mean to you at the water fountain, and you were so nervous. I
thought you were so cute!" Pulling back from where she was nuzzling
Willow's neck she added, "Even if that outfit was terribly unflattering
on you. For all her many faults, Cordy did have good fashion sense." 

Willow just said, "Hey! no stopping with the neck thing, please.
Especially if you're going to be insulting my fashion sense."

Buffy chuckled and nibbled on Willows earlobe a bit before saying,
"Later, when I saw you sitting by yourself and eating lunch, I loved the
way your hair looked in the sunlight. When you asked if I wanted you to
move, my first impulse was to lean down and kiss you, just to see how
you would react."

Willow just panted as she pictured the scene- reliving the moment. 

Buffy began to pluck at the buttons of Willow's blouse. "On that first
Halloween? When I saw you in that sexy getup? Oh, God! Willow; your
stomach- that pale silky skin- I so wanted to rub my face all over it
and kiss it and lick it until you begged me for more! I seriously
almost said something that would have blown it." Buffy had Willow's
shirt open and was stroking the skin in question with hungry fingers. 

"When you spent the night after Angelus left your fish for you to find?
I couldn't sleep. I spent that whole night wanting to wrap my arms
around you and tell you it was all going to be alright. I was so
ashamed because you were all scared and all I could think about was how
much I wanted to feel your skin against mine, how I wanted to feel your
lips against mine."

Willow, her eyes closed and leaning back against the Slayer, said, "I
actually thought about that too. I really, really wanted to kiss you
that night. I wish I had been strong enough to tell you."

Buffy responded, I'm glad to hear it. Makes it easier to admit that
when I got up to go to the bathroom around four, it wasn't because I had
to pee."

Willow moaned, both at the visual, and at the blonde's hands over her
suddenly bare breasts. "When did she get my bra off?" Willow wondered.

Buffy's hands made their way down to Willow's pants, unbuttoning the
waist and unzipping the fly as she said, "When Faith captured you, I
thought I was going to be sick. When Wesley said we shouldn't risk
making a trade for the box of Gavrox, I almost tore out his pathetic
throat. If Oz hadn't smashed the stuff for the destruction ritual, I
would have really kicked his cowardly British ass." Buffy reached into
Willow's loosely hanging pants and stroked her through the damp, smooth
fabric of her underwear. "As if I could ever trade you for anything. 

Dropping Willow's pants to the floor, and pulling off her open top and
bra, Buffy walked around and kneeled in front of her, tugging down her
silky panties. She looked up into Willow's eyes and said, "That next
day? When you told me you were staying in Sunnydale for college? This
is what I really wanted to do." With that, Buffy began to lick and
suckle Willow's now wet pussy. 

Willow groaned at the feel of her lovers tongue, as it gently traced the
outline of her lips, spreading apart the outer and stroking in the inner
lips, gathering her honey and drinking it down. She paused for a
moment, nuzzling the damp curls framing Willow's hot sex as she said,
"When I heard that prophecy about my death at the hands of the master, I
panicked- I told Giles that I quit. I was so afraid, Willow, I didn't
want to die! But when I was in your room with you after you found and
Cordelia found those bodies? And you were scared and upset, I knew
right then. I knew I had to face the master. It didn't matter if it
meant my death." Looking up into Willow's tear-filled eyes, Buffy said
simply and sincerely, "I'd die a thousand times over to keep you safe
and well. You're my everything, Will."

Willow's tears were flowing freely and she took the Slayer's face in her
hands, "I love you Buffy. I belong to you."

Buffy's fingers were squeezing and kneading the redheaded vixen's ass as
she consumed her passion juices, reveling in the musky sweetness that
was Willow. 

Willow's moans got louder and more gut-wrenching as Buffy applied some
of Willow's own skills on her- grinding her nose against her swollen
clit while delving deep and reaching for Willow's g-spot with her
tongue.

It didn't take more than a couple minutes before Willow was crying
Buffy's name and fisting her hair as her orgasm poured through her.

Buffy felt Willow collapse and blessed her Slayer strength as it was
only her grip on the witch's ass that kept her from hitting the floor.
She managed to drop the boneless pile of spent flesh down onto the bed,
pausing to remove her own clothing before crawling up to wrap her arms
around her. She threw the sheet over them both and whispered "I love
you!" in the quivering witch's ear. Then holding her tight and kissing
her softly, Buffy settled in to nap until Tara came back.

***

Tara walked into her room to see her two lover's naked bodies
intertwined on her bed. Her impulse was to join them, but she was
concerned that if she didn't push Buffy, the Slayer would put off
telling the other Scoobies about this new relationship. They also
needed to know about The Key. "At least, Xander and Anya do, I'm sure
Buffy already told Giles." She thought.

***

Buffy was sitting at the Magic Box, waiting for Xander to get there.
He'd gone home to clean up from work before he would come to the store.
She was sitting across the table from her lovers, because she knew if
she sat with them, she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of them. 

Willow and Tara were holding hands and watching their lover as she
fidgeted and bounced in place, obviously nervous and anxious. They both
felt the same way, but were translating it into tightly gripping each
other's hand under the table.

Giles was tidying up- his second favorite thing to do with his nervous
energy. But as he had already cleaned his glasses twice in the last ten
minutes; tidying up was all he was left with. He hadn't been told of
the purpose of this meeting, 'wait till Xander's here' was all Buffy
would say. From her general impatience, he imagined that she was going
to tell the others about Dawn being The Key, that Glory was searching
for. He wasn't sure that was the best idea, what with the council
making noises as though they might actually be sending a delegation to
Sunnydale. He agreed that the group would need to know, but that it
might be better to wait until they found out what the council had to say
first. Of course, since he had yet to tell them all that the council
might even be coming, he supposed it was about to be a moot point.

Anya hovered around the cash register like a hen over it's eggs. She
was noticing the glaring love bite on the blond witch and she was
surprised. Anya never imagined Willow would do something like that.
Buffy maybe, but not Willow. Speaking of which, which she wasn't- not
the speaking part anyway- she also noticed the looks shooting back and
forth between Buffy and the two witches again. She wondered if they
would ever give in to their desires to have orgasms with each other.
The one time she had told Xander that she thought Buffy was looking at
the two witches like that, he had laughed and said, "Yeah, that'll
happen. in my dreams, maybe." Anya had become angry when she saw the
look in his eye that accompanied those words. "Hey!" she had shouted.
"You are only supposed to think those thoughts about me!" Xander had
countered that she had been the one to bring it up. She promised
herself that she wouldn't be bringing up that subject again. "No sir,
not again." She thought. Now she kept to herself the constant furtive
glances and open longing that all three of them engaged in constantly. 

Buffy was getting too antsy to stand it and finally she got up and said
to the room in general, "I'm going to go work out. Let me know when
Xander gets here.

Tara and Willow were about to get up and follow when the front door to
the shop opened and Xander came walking in. "Alright everyone, I have
arrived. Let the Scooby-fun begin." He smiled at his own joke as
everyone else rolled their eyes. Walking over and kissing his
girlfriend in greeting, he lead her to the table and sat heavily down.
"Ok, so, what's the what?"

Buffy began pacing nervously, once again- for what seemed like the
thousandth time- trying to put her words together in a somewhat coherent
fashion. "Well, there's a couple of things, actually, and they are both
kinda intense, and. well, here goes." She took a deep breath and began
her speech- as she had sort of arranged it in her head.

"I've hidden things from all of you in the past. And, well, they always
get found out, and It's never of the good. It always blows up in my
face, creating problems and making you guys think I don't trust you,
when I really do... The reason I always did it, was that I was scared.
Scared of how you guys would react, of what you would think of me.

Willow and Tara both looked at her encouragingly, and she smiled in
response.

Xander, noticing the witches looks, thought to himself, "They already
know. I'm the last to know again. Always the Zeppo." With a
ill-concealed sigh, he muttered softly- and unintentionally- under his
breath, "I wonder how long has everyone who *isn't* me known about this
already."

Buffy, of course heard Xander, but didn't call him on it. She did,
however add to her speech to address his concerns. "The first thing is
something that just happened this weekend. I know it will seem shocking
and sudden. but the feelings aren't new."

Xander broke in at that moment, "Ok, if you tell us you and spike are
doing the horizontal hula, I am going to be sick to my stomach."

Willow and Tara both protested, "Ugh! Xander!" and looked disgusted.

Giles raise a brow at how quickly the two witches had protested.
"Surely not." his thought trailed off.

Buffy goggled at Xander. "Spike?" she squeaked in disbelief. "Where
the hell did you get that idea?"

Xander shrank slightly into his chair under the withering stares of the
three women.

Buffy, still cringing in disgust at that mental image added, "There's
not enough 'Ewww' in the world to describe what I think of that!" Buffy
did full body shudder and said, as if in defense against such a
horrifying allegation, "I'm sleeping two beautiful women, not a bleach
brained vampire!"

The moment it left her mouth, one could have heard a pin drop in the
resounding silence that filled the room. Buffy's hand flew up to her
mouth involuntarily, as if to close the barn door after the cows were
already gone. 

Xander sputtered for a moment before yelping, "Women? Two? Two Women?"

Giles didn't even try to abort his hand's movements towards handkerchief
and eyeglasses.

Anya just nudged Xander and said, "See? I told you so!"

Buffy dropped her hand and dropped down into an empty chair. Leaning
her elbows on the table, she rested her forehead against her hands and
said, "I was going to say that better, I swear."

Anya, excited to be proven right continued on, "It's Willow and Tara
isn't it? The three of you are orgasm-friends now, right?"

The aforementioned witches were both blushing hotly, but kept their
heads high, not ashamed of their new relationship.

Buffy shook her head, trying to deny Anya's words- not the fact of her
two new lovers, but the horrible way Anya had of putting it. Finally
she gave up and just laughed. "Yes, Anya. Willow and Tara and I are."
she couldn't bring herself to use Anya's description. ".together."

Xander was floundering in the mental images that flooded his brain. The
only coherent, on-topic thought he could come up with (that wouldn't get
him slapped by every women in the room) was, "I can't wait to hear the
other revelation you've got for us tonight!"

Relieved that Xander wasn't going to pitch a fuss, she looked at Giles
for his reaction.

Realizing that nothing he could say would ever, or had ever before, had
the slightest impact on Buffy's love life- Giles just gave her a wan
smile. Besides, he didn't have anything particularly against such a
relationship. Also, he was enjoying the mental images such a confession
sparked just as much as Xander was. He was just better about hiding it.

Buffy gave him a grateful smile in return and then answered Xander's
question. "There's something I have to tell you; about Dawn."

***

Buffy was glad to have all confessions behind her. Her conscious clear,
she was able to let herself go completely- enjoying the feel of Tara's
hand striking her ass with a delicious sting.

"Twelve, Mistress Tara!" she shouted, gleefully accepting her punishment
for this morning's 'indiscretion.' 

"Life," she thought happily as she called out the thirteenth strike and
felt her orgasm coiling up from deep inside, "Is very, very good!"

***

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Dan, sorry about stealing that line, but when I saw your fic posted, I
couldn't help myself. It had to be done. 



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