FIC: The Spaces Inbetween (12/13)

["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 12 of 13 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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Song featured: 'Bodies' by Soul Minor's Daugher 1995

Also... there is a reference to the artist Hans Hoffman, known for being a 
cubist in his earlier work, but mostly an abstract expressionist.... he was 
actually a big influence on jackson Pollack, but Hoffman's work or his 
method wasn't as "violent" (action painting).....
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I couldn?t believe how nervous I was again. My sex ached with the burning 
desire for contact, for Willow?s hands, mouth, her entire body. I was 
soaked in arousal and anticipation, but the jumble of nerves in my stomach 
was reaching up into my chest again just the same.

Willow crawled onto the bed and immediately began kissing me, my shoulder, 
my neck, the valley between my breasts, my stomach. Light kisses carrying 
with them promises of something more, relaxing me, putting me at ease 
finally. I closed my eyes and basked in the touch that was Willow. I felt 
her hand slide up my thigh, followed by her leg as she shifted her weight to 
lay part of her body on top of me.

I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and brought her face to 
mine, relishing the sweet taste of her mouth, her tongue as it slid over and 
fought with mine. I reached up and cupped one breast while I slid my other 
hand down her back, resting it in the warm small of her back.


As a point of creature comfort
I layed down next to you
unexpecting
unprepared for what you wanna do
and I tried
to keep my wits about me for some time
but when your
fingers
ran across my stomach
thoughts
ran through my mind?

She drug her fingers over my nipples, scraping even and I arched up into the 
roughness fully aware of the craving boiling under those fingertips, in her 
body, ready to be unleashed and I wanted it, I wanted and needed every ounce 
of passion she could pour out of herself and onto me, into me. She swung 
her leg over mine and pressed her thigh firmly against my sex, causing my 
juices to seep out and spread against her leg. I felt for sure I?d leave a 
puddle on the sheets before she even touched me.

I drug my fingernails up over the back of her thigh, gripping her tight ass 
and pulling her into me, digging my nails in. She licked and sucked my 
neck; my ear and I kissed her cheek, her forehead, nibbled on her shoulder. 
I was aching for touch, for contact, for Willow?s hands and mouth, greedy 
with hunger. I pleaded with my whimpers, moans, and the thrust of my hips 
against her firm thigh.


?and then you rolled your body over
and put your lips on mine
resolving any doubts
I had
of what
you had in mind.
we both
got hot and bothered
pet me
heavy hands all over
won?t you
take me for a ride?


?Will??

She kissed up the length of my neck to my chin and the corner of my mouth 
before working her way back toward my ear. Her hot breath and tongue teased 
and tickled and I gripped her body tighter, twisted her nipple harder, 
eliciting a low growl into my ear, creating a circle of lust.

?Do you want me to touch you?? She asked, as if she needed to.
?Yes!? I moaned loudly, thrusting against her leg again for emphasis.

She moved down the length of my body, painfully slow, delivering delightful 
kisses and bites the entire way, only stopping at my breast where she licked 
the stiff rose firmly before it was swallowed by her mouth, and then there 
were teeth and lips and the pulling, biting sensations shooting hot flashes 
throughout my entire body.

?Oh God?? I breathed.

My entire body was humming. It felt like every fiber, every nerve was 
plugged into one central unit glowing and pulsating at my center.

Her hand tickled and danced its way down my side, my stomach, sweeping 
and circling, stirring the energy of our sex that was already at a massive 
level, until her fingers found my fur and caressed lovingly before curving 
and wrapping it in her fingers, tugging in an almost rhythm with her 
continued kissing.
All I could do was scrape her back with my fingernails, caress her 
shoulders, run my hands through that beautiful mane of red hair I fell in 
love with so long ago.

Her tongue moved across my stomach, circled my bellybutton, and then moved 
down toward where she was still playfully tugging, only lower, searching, 
reaching and pressing forward.


?so move to me
and shake the heavens
shake the sky
your salty sweet
ambition
laying down
a rhythm
like
your favorite song
and this is sin
and this is good
now lover
don?t regress to shame
I know that God was with us girl
I heard you call his name (oh my God)


***

I tugged on the small tuft of soft brown curls and slowly brought my tongue 
down around her bellybutton, down lower until my chin met hair and I could 
smell her arousal, smell that musky liquid smeared across her cunt by my 
leg.

I kissed her fur, the tops of her thighs, slid my tongue down the insides 
and back up again. I slipped one finger in between those glistening swollen 
lips, catching her thick liquid before bringing it straight up over her 
engorged nub. I was happily rewarded with an immediate thrust of her hips 
and a loud approving cry. I took my finger away though and she whimpered 
from the loss of contact.

Pushing her legs apart, and urging her to raise them slightly, I went back 
to licking and sucking on the insides of her thighs, coming dangerously 
close to her begging sex, but never touching it. I knew she wanted it bad, 
she was practically begging. I wanted her to remember this though, to have 
it stick out beyond anything else. Not that it was her first time with a 
woman, or that it was with me, more than that. I wanted her to remember it 
because of how good I made her feel, I wanted her to remember and always 
crave it.

I felt her fingers wrapped up in my hair, trying to push me towards the 
burning throb so close to my mouth already. I reached up and gripped her 
fingers in my own, bringing her hand back beside her bent leg and with our 
fingers entwined, held her hand there. Inhaling at length the rich scent 
emanating from her, I touched the tip of my tongue to the small opening made 
by the spread of her legs and wiggled it gently, waiting for a reply.

?Oh? my? God?? She moaned.

Taking that as a good sign, I plunged my tongue in, sliding it firmly up 
the length or her pussy and began to go to work on every inch of her, 
tasting her, drinking her, making love to my best friend with my tongue 
while her legs rose up slightly, and her hips thrust at my face. I 
submerged myself in the task of lapping up the Buffy sticky goodness that 
practically splashed onto my chin as I gorged on her hot sex.

?Oh God Willow!? She shouted and bucked her hips against my face 
repeatedly, riding out the waves of her orgasm.

Her clit pulsed against my tongue but I kept licking and sucking, pulling 
it between my teeth and rapidly licking in a circular motion with the tip of 
my tongue until I felt her shudder violently against me, screaming and 
gripping my hand so hard I thought she would break the bones. I let go and 
worked my tongue in slow sweeps down to the opening of her pleasure center.

I looked up at her and saw that she was already glowing with the power of 
two orgasms swimming through her but I wasn?t done with her yet.


Through the highest parts of heaven
down the sweetest parts of hell
you come to me like visions girl
I promise I don?t kiss and tell
your skin and lips
your sweat and sex
your breath
it covers me
you know I like my body best
when it is on your body?


***

Wave after pleasurable wave hit me and moved me, lifted me and electrified 
me. Her tongue had felt so good, and I knew I'd never had that done so well 
before. I thought she?d stop, thought she?d get me off and move over for her 
turn, but she wouldn?t let go, held my clit captive in her mouth and before 
I knew what hit me I was arching up off the bed, gripping her hand and the 
sheet in my hands as another surge of energy bolted through my body, sending 
my heart into a death beat as bright crayola colors ran across my vision 
before fading into my skin.

I felt myself being stretched, opened wide by tender fingers, while 
butterfly kisses flapped against my inner thighs once again. And then she 
slid into me; lifting me back up and thrusting into me slow at first, 
gaining approval, which I readily gave, meeting her thrusts and crying out. 
I expelled breath in the form of sound every time she thrust into me.

She brought herself up on her knees, straddled my leg, and grabbed one of 
my breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers, heightening my pleasure 
with every tug and squeeze.

I grabbed the headboard above me, picked my hips up and began to thrust 
down onto her fingers. I was only faintly aware that she was stretching me 
wider, pushing deeper, fucking me hard with her fist in a steady pounding. 
Rocking my body back into the bed. I met her thrust with fervor, riding her 
fist, my swollen cunt attempting to swallow her entirely.

It was a slow, steady build, but I could feel it, trace its history, plot 
the course.

?Oh yeah?? I heard Willow moan and I opened my eyes to see her hovering 
close to me, sweat gleaming on her skin as her arm moved back and forth, her 
fist rocking inside of me.

I brought my body up, letting her hand fall from my breast to the bed to 
support her. I wrapped one arm around her back and cupped her cheek with 
the other, looking directly into her eyes as I felt the surge of energy 
between us spark and crackle. I claimed her lips with mine, pulling her 
into a forceful deep kiss and she fucked me harder, reaching deeper inside 
as I pulled my free leg up around her and brought her closer.

I felt her rubbing against my other leg, sliding her own wetness along my 
hard thing and I brought it up, pressing into her, hoping she?d come with 
me.

The two of us rocking back and forth, her hand inside me, my tongue inside 
her and both of us feeling, preparing for the oncoming explosion as my legs 
shook and I moaned louder and louder in her mouth until I just couldn?t hold 
on any longer and was forced to dig my nails into her back, arch up against 
her and bury my face in her shoulder as the dam broke flooding over her 
hand, my sex, the sheets and sending streaks of bright current flooding out 
from my womb to the rest of my body.

I was screaming into her shoulder and coming and shaking, bucking against 
her and I felt her tense up, as her hips worked against my thigh, bringing 
herself to orgasm and the knowledge of that brought me over the edge and, 
coming with her, our hips moving toward each other.

This was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My body wasn?t 
exploding in waves of pleasure as I was used to with every orgasm I?d ever 
had, instead it seemed to implode, sending those bright bolts of energy up 
through my body to the very center of my heart. I was being filled and 
fattened with ecstasy engulfing me from the inside out until it finally shot 
back out, straight to my fingertips and down to the very bottom of my toes.

***

I couldn?t hold it any longer, the aching had become a searing pain 
shooting deep into the core of my being and I needed release. I slammed my 
pussy down on top of her thigh and began riding it, the folds of my sex 
split and smushed against her hard muscle, trailing my juices along tight 
skin.

I pushed deep and hard into her, rocking her back and forth with the force 
of everything inside, my entire hand inside her, reaching deep, wanting to 
be let and never leave, clasp onto her soul and live there forever.

She broke off the kiss and dug her nails into my back, bucking against me as 
her orgasm hit. I pushed my body into her as the muscles of her stretched 
sex tightened around my hand, pulling and holding me, demanding more. I 
obliged and continued to fist her, pounding the back of her slick passage, 
even after I felt her liquid shoot from within, washing over my hand and 
spreading across the sheet below.

I felt my own orgasm rise and shoot through me, a little one on the scale of 
greats that I?ve had but I knew that would change soon enough and this was 
about release, about alleviating the painful ache, easing the pressure. 
Besides, this was for her, about giving her something, letting her know I 
love her, and wanted to make her feel wonderful and fulfilled.

I slowed my thrusts as she rode out her orgasm, feeling her whole body shake 
and shudder against me, her steady stream of cries becoming moans and 
finally pants as she slowed and came down from what must have been an 
extremely powerful orgasm and I wondered briefly if she had ever had one of 
that magnitude before. It would be good for my ego, after all.

I pulled out of her and lay her back down, wrapping her completely in my 
arms and legs. She was still trembling, trying to catch her breath and when 
I pressed my cheek against her breast I could both feel and hear her heart 
pounding in her chest. I kissed her chest, her stomach, her shoulder and 
cheek, whispering ?I love you?s? and ?I got you?s.?

I felt like we were in a Hoffman painting, expressing spirit and soul. An 
image with no shape, no form nor context, or border, merely color, swirls 
and strokes in sinuous movements. The freedom of expression brought 
together, melded into a completeness, an art, like our bodies tangled and 
tied to one another, inside each other, tasting and touching, feeling and 
wanting and needing and having, finally having. And then, committed by 
friendship and trust and lust and love. This was us making love, all 
emotion and feeling, two solids becoming one energy, transferred and shared, 
bringing us together and keeping us there.


The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle:-
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeans kiss the sea:-
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

-- Percy Blysshe Shelley
'Love's Philosophy'

*******

"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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