FIC: The Spaces Inbetween (6/?) NC-17

["Red Willow" <reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: The Spaces Inbetween
Author: Red Willow
Email: reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx or nick_elodian@xxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant 
Enemy, and all them
other peeps. I'm just using them to make my own fun. Casey and Claire are 
mine though. Girl on Girl action.. you know like.. you no read.
Distribution: Story belongs to me. If ya want it, just ask and credit me.
Pairing: W/B with a little bit o' Tara and a smidge of Spike
Rating: NC-17 (up to)
Summary: part 6 of ? S6 and veering off into AU land. Tara's left Willow. 
Buffy slept with Spike. Willow's trying to keep
away from magicks. The spaces inbetween refers to the time between one
relationship and another.... the fight and the makeup, the time spent in 
reflection, dreams...
alone time....
Feedback? I thrive on feedback. Hope you enjoy!
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I walked down the street, my house in my sights. I slowed up, apprehensive 
about the facing off with Willow. I knew she was angry with me, knew she was 
disappointed. And now, I knew she had feelings for me. I wish I had known. 
I was feelings guilty for wishing I had known how she felt sooner because 
of all the great things I thought about her sexually.
How sad is that? Fantasizing about your best friend in the most intimate 
ways? I shook my head with the thought of all the times I had orgasms with 
Riley or Spike, wishing it were Willow. Seeing her face, feeling her body, 
her hands, her tongue?

I needed to make everything okay with her.

Coming to the porch I couldn?t help think briefly about Tara and our meeting 
earlier. Had she really come on to me? I had almost convinced myself that 
I had imaged it, but the look in her eye gave me doubts. I wondered as to 
what all that was about.

I could hear voices from inside the house as I neared the door. I paused, 
trying to listen. I knew it must be Dawn and Willow, but couldn?t make out 
what they were saying. At least Willow wasn?t locked in her room with the 
music blaring. I decided to sit a few minutes on the porch before heading 
inside. Just a few minutes to gather my thoughts, I promised myself. I sat 
on the top step, leaning the left side of my body against the post and 
eyeing the darkened street.

Clearing my head and gathering my thoughts wasn?t as easy as I had hoped, 
however, as I found myself thinking of all the times I had over heard Willow 
and Tara making love. I was desperate to right things with Willow, the 
discussion ahead being the most important thing. My body had other ideas 
though, as I realized that as in as much turmoil over the whole situation I 
was in, I was frighteningly aroused, causing my brain to bring up all sorts 
of mental images, with the sounds of Willow and Tara?s cries ringing in my 
ears. The memory of the first time I heard them taunted me and caused my 
heart to race just a little bit faster?


I?m in the shower, letting the hot water massage the tension out of my 
shoulders and wash the grime of a rather nasty night patrolling off of my 
skin.

A group of five vampires, mostly newbies, but some were pretty strong. The 
first three were quick and easy, it was the last two that gave me a run for 
my money. Nothing like a good ol? game of outrun the Slayer to get my blood 
pumping. After I staked the first three the others just up and ran. But I 
wasn?t in a mood to play; I needed a good fight. I took off after them, 
catching up to one easily. I tackled his legs, bringing him down. He kicked 
at my chest, sending me sprawling, but I corrected myself before he had a 
chance to completely get on his feet. He whirled, one fist connecting with 
my stomach, the other my jaw. This one was quick. I staggered back only to 
see him about to run again. I sprinted, catching up and jumping on his 
shoulders, bringing him down for the last time. I dusted him easily, 
driving my stake through his back.

I saw the last one disappear behind a mausoleum and I took off after him, 
jumping over several smaller tombstones. I rounded the corner only to have 
him lunge at me, knocking me on my ass, my stake lost from the blow. We 
struggled, throwing punches, pushing and pulling. I finally managed to break 
free of his strong hands on my shoulders, and drove the heel of my palm up 
into his jaw before hitting him again with a swift swing to the side of his 
face. He toppled over, holding his head. I got up quickly, kicking him in 
the stomach before swiftly surveying the area for my stake. I spotted it by 
one of the nearby tombstones and dashed for it. The vampire had gotten up 
and growled before dashing for me. Either he was really stupid or didn?t 
realize I had regained my stake, because he ran right into it, dusting 
himself.

I recalled Faith?s remark about slaying making her hungry and horny and I 
couldn?t help but agree wholeheartedly, especially nights like these.

I step out of the shower, the thick steam swirling around me and the cool 
air creeping up my bare legs, working it?s way over my body, making my 
nipples hard. I towel off, brush my teeth and then my hair. I slide my robe 
back on, the plush fabric feeling soft and inviting against my warm worn 
skin.

That?s when I hear them. Soft whimpers from behind the bathroom door, the 
one connecting to Willow and Tara?s room. I glance at the door, uncertain 
of what to do. My brain screams to ignore, to go to my room and sleep. But 
the sudden jolt of arousal through my body has me frozen in place, unable to 
make a decision.

I step closer to the door, turning my head slightly and listening to the 
sounds of their lovemaking. Soft whispers and moans overlapping in a 
symphony of desire and pleasure. It?s all I can do not to open their door 
and watch. I turn instead, my back pressed firmly against the door, fully 
aware of the sweat that has broken out all over my skin, in part from the 
steam still heavy in the hot air, but mostly due to the growing heat between 
my legs and the knowledge that what I?m doing is wrong, it?s not right, 
it?s? it?s so turning me on.

My breath quickens, my heart rate increases, and the familiar throbbing of 
my sex sends a low gasp from my lips. Quickly, my hand flies to my mouth 
where I clamp down, keeping my own noises out of this. Their moans grow 
slightly louder, interjected with loud gasps. God bless Slayer hearing. I 
hear whispered names and pleas for release, sending waves of desire over my 
own flushed flesh.

Not able to stand it any longer, I slide a shaky hand into my robe, grasping 
one of my breasts, my fingers teasingly sliding over the stiff peak. I 
close my eyes and clench my jaw muscles, willing no sound to escape.

I massage my breast and pinch my nipple harshly with my back against their 
door; their moans grow steadily louder with the passing of pleasure?s time. 
Almost before I realize it, I?ve moved my other hand into my robe as well, 
gripping my closely shaven mound.

?Oh God please! Fuck me!? I hear Willow scream out and that?s all I need.

I plunge two fingers between my slick swollen lips bringing my hot liquid up 
and over my hard button, and commence to assault it with short hard strokes.

??like that baby?? Tara asks teasingly.
?Yesss?!? Willow gasps as I nod vigorously, my eyes closed tight, caught up 
in my own intense pleasure.

This is far more erotic than anything else I?ve experienced which only fuels 
the fire burning under my hand that much more. I feel the tension in my 
stomach swell and am forced to bring my other hand away from my sore breasts 
and hold it tightly over my mouth to hold back the gasps. I arch forward a 
little, my butt pressing hard against the door still, bracing myself as my 
legs begin to shake.

Their moans are much more intense now, I can tell Willow must be close. The 
thought of what she must look like causes a searing ache to race up my body 
from my center, almost pushing myself over the edge. I slow myself, 
prolonging it. I want to wait for Willow. I want to hear her, come with 
her.
Momentarily I?m struck with the thought that I must be one sick puppy. The 
thought fades quickly however as I hear Willow?s moans become loud, erratic, 
and demanding until she shouts out again.

?Oh yes yes!! Don?t stop!?
I can?t help but speed my own fingers up, sliding up and around my throbbing 
knot.
?Come for me baby.? I hear Tara say encouragingly.
I know I?m about to and I think the same thing as Tara: Come for me Willow?


I was snapped out of my memory by the sound of the front door closing. I 
knew who it was. My senses were on overload due to Slayer mode and extreme 
arousal. I could smell her herbal shampoo and that expensive cream she 
wears.

?Buffy?? Came her voice in a whisper. ?A-are you? all right??
?Willow?? I whisper back. There?s so much I want to say all at once, yet 
all I can manage is to whisper her name.
?Buffy? we need to??
?Talk. Yeah, we need to talk.? I say, knowing that this night would 
probably change both of our lives, whether for good or bad.





"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound
anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that
as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like
beautiful music"
-Soren Kierkegaard


Willow: Oh Buffy, you really need to have every square inch of your ass 
kicked.
Buffy: Then show me what you got, and I'll show you what a Slayer really is.

Who the hell am *i* to capitalize myself?


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