Fic: Triskelion (1/?) B/W/T NC-17

["TheBear" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Triskelion

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: This begins to diverge from Checkpoint
episode canon

Pairing: B/W/T

Summary: Second in the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The
new Triad deals with an angry Hellgod, an Insane Vampire, and a
vengeance demon.

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! I love Sex! I Love BDSM. I Love chains and
whips. If any of these gives you the wiggins, then so will this story.


Disclaimer: If I owned ?em, they?d have to show it on the Ecstasy
Network.

Part 1

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Xander Harris walked through the door of his apartment deep in thought.
Anya was, not surprisingly, absent. This would be the first time since
he got this apartment that she?d stayed at her own place for a whole
night. Xander had thought they were getting closer lately- up until
this week anyway. He actually told her he loved her. On several
occasions.

Was that a lie?

He?d thought she was getting better, being more human. Then there were
episodes like tonight when it seemed the humanity was a cloak she was
wearing- and while it might be fitting her better and better of late, it
was still a garment she wore over the real her- the one that came out
tonight. ?She really didn?t understand why we were upset with her,? he
thought incredulously.  

He was starting to realize that things like tonight- it wasn?t that she
was slipping back into old habits; it was more like the real her was
peeking out. She hadn?t really changed at all- she?d just gotten better
at hiding the real her.

With that realization came another one, one less comfortable; ?I?m
trying to change her,? he whispered.

An observer might be forgiven for saying, ?Duh!? Of course he was
trying to change her, but he had always thought of it as helping her-
you know, learn the rules, how people talk and act and get along with
each other. Now he was starting to understand that he was making his
supposed love for her dependant on her changing. He didn?t love Anya,
he loved his picture of what Anya should be. He loved the cloak she
wore. Anya wasn?t a twenty year old girl with a few quirks, she was an
eleven-hundred year old demon who got stuck in a mortal body.  

She wasn?t to blame for her behavior, because she had every right to be
the person she was, and that included incredible, often painful
bluntness and zero sense of tact or discretion. Whether she ever
changed those aspects of herself- she would have to do it because it was
who she wanted to be, not just to please him, which is what she?d been
doing. He was the a-hole. He was the one demanding that she
fundamentally change who she was to suit his desires.  

God, some of their worst fights had been because he resented her trying
to keep him from things like patrolling- trying to keep him from doing
the things that made him him. And yet, he was guilty many times over of
doing exactly that to her. He constantly corrected her and sniped at
her every little slip?  

Xander dropped heavily into his sofa as he had an epiphany. ?I?m in an
abusive relationship? and *I?m* the abuser!? he raged at himself.

?Oh, God! What do I do now?? he whispered helplessly.

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Artie was bored. Of course, being the night porter at the Sunnydale
station wasn?t a job calculated to expand his horizons. He?d graduated
from UCSC with the ambition of being a television producer. After
writing a bunch of plays that no-one was interested in, and a bunch of
TV show episodes that got rejected, he?d been forced to find a job that
paid. ?Though this one barely qualifies,? he thought. Now, after doing
this for a few months, he felt like he was stuck in a rut.  

Unbeknownst to him, Artie Noxin?s life was about to change.  

He was leaning against a fence, reading a Spiderman comic as the last
train of the night approached with its horn blowing. It came to a stop
and Artie tucked the comic in his pocket, waiting for the passengers to
start coming out.

After several moments, Artie frowned and walked forward to the door of
the train. He called inside, ?Sunnydale Station! Last stop this line.?

Nothing. 

He looked around. The entire platform was empty.

?What the?? Artie mumbled to himself. He climbed up into the railcar
and walked to the first row of seats. Suddenly he stopped, shock and
horror pumping adrenaline into his system. He felt like someone had
poured ice water down his back, and he had a sudden, overwhelming, urge
to urinate.

In the first seat there was a male passenger lying slumped over with
blood on his neck and on the pillow behind his head.

Artie quickly looked the other direction. He saw a female passenger
also lying slumped over, dead and bloody. He walked a little further
into the train. Everywhere he looked he saw dead people. He saw
another woman with her arm stretched out into the aisle, covered with
blood from a wound on the wrist. His breathing was coming heavily when
he heard the sound of footsteps.  

He turned and his eyes widened in terror. His voice was high and
screechy as he shouted, ?Oh God! Oh please! Help me! Somebody please!
Help me!? He quickly ran back the way he came, still screaming "Help
me!" 

He was about to head down the stairs, when something grabbed him from
behind and dragged him back into the train. 

His screams increased in terror and volume for a moment, then silence
once again dominated the Sunnydale Train Station.

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Buffy was lying in the middle this time as they awoke. Tara was spooned
up against her right side, one leg draped over hers, one hand softly
stroking the Slayer?s abdomen. Buffy smiled at the thought that Tara
seemed to have a fixation on her stomach. She was always stroking it,
or rubbing her face on it; not that Buffy minded- she found it soothing,
comforting.

On her left side, Willow was positioned in much the same manner as Tara,
except her hand was between the Slayer?s breasts- not moving, just
resting. Buffy was glad the door was locked, because with her
girlfriends legs between hers, she was spread open for the world to see.


They had thrown the covers off during their play early that morning, and
had yet to really cool down. They were just lying there, enjoying the
pure sensuous pleasure of being so entwined with each other.

Buffy finally broke the comfortable silence. ?I still can?t believe
what you guys did for my birthday!? Turning her head to look at Willow,
she asked, ?Are you sure about wearing that collar? All the time, like
out in public?? she clarified.

Willow nuzzled the side of Buffy?s breast with her nose and lips before
answering, ?If it pleases you, Mistress. I am yours to do with as you
wish.?

Buffy frowned a little at that, ?No games right now, Will. I?m
serious.?

Willow frowned a little herself as she tried to think of how to explain
herself. ?I? I know it?s a game we play, Buffy. But I- I like the
thought that I belong to you.? She moved her hand to touch the collar
around her neck, ?This is? it?s like I?m wearing a big sign that says
?Buffy Summers loves me.? And I like the thought that I belong to you.
And, since you belong to Tara, that means I?m hers too; and I know that
in some ways it?s just a game but I kinda wish??

Buffy waited a moment for Willow to finish. When she said nothing, she
finally asked, ?What, Will? What do you wish??

Tara added, ?Tell her Willow. It?s ok.?

Willow?s voice was small and a little uncertain at the thought of how
Buffy might react. ?I- I wish it? wasn?t just a game. I? To me, it?s
real.?

?Real?? Buffy asked, stunned.

?I- I meant what I said, Buffy. I? submitting to you? it?? Willow
couldn?t find the words to adequately express what she was feeling.

Tara said, ?It makes you complete. It?s what was missing from your
life.?

Buffy turned sharply to Tara, expecting to see sorrow and pain along
with that statement, but all she saw was love and affection.

Tara saw the concern in Buffy?s gaze and tried to explain. ?Buffy, you
love your mom, right??

?Yeah, of course?? she started.

?And you love Dawnie, too?? Tara continued.

?Of course I??

?But not in the same way, right?? Tara asked.

?Well??

?Which one do you love more?? Tara asked.

Buffy was thrown by the whole line of questioning. ?I? I don?t??

Tara smiled at the Slayer?s confusion. ?I think you love them both
equally.?

?Well, yeah??

Tara moved her hand from the Slayer?s stomach to her face, soothing the
scrunched up brow. ?Willow loves me. Don?t you Willow?? she asked the
redhead.

?Oh, goddess yes! I love you so much, baby. You know I do,? she
answered, her voice thick with emotion.

Tara?s grin lit up her face. ?I know you do, baby. And I love you,
too.? Focusing once again on the blonde between them, Tara said, ?It?s
ok for it to be different between you and Willow than it is between me
and Willow. It doesn?t mean she loves me less, or more.?

Buffy wanted to be reassured, but couldn?t help feeling a little like
she was coming between Willow and Tara. ?You?re really ok with me
owning your girlfriend??

?Our girlfriend, Buffy.? Tara reminded her. ?You?re going to have to
get past the fact that Willow and I were lovers before you joined us.
Just like it took me a while to get past the fact that Willow has loved
and idolized you for years.? She resumed stroking the Slayer?s tummy as
she said, ?I was afraid from day one that you would finally pull your
head out of your ass and realize you were in love with Willow just like
she was in love with you. I was deathly afraid that I?d lose her.?  

Tara kissed the frown off of Buffy?s face. ?I never imagined you could
love me too; that I could have both of you.?

?I do, you know. Love you, that is,? Buffy said, tears welling in her
eyes.

Tara?s grin broke into a wide smile. ?I know you do, Buffy. I feel it.
And, I?m grateful for it. That?s why it?s so ok that you own Willow.
She?s my gift to you. And even though I gave her to you, it doesn?t
change the fact that she and I love each other, and will continue to
love each other.? Tara looked at Willow as she continued to speak to
Buffy. ?It was a gift to Willow, too. I know how much she wanted it,
and how happy it made her. She likes being your pet.?

Buffy turned back to the redheaded witch. ?Ok, what do you like so much
about it??

?Lady Tara?s right. I like being your pet- when you stroke me or run
your fingers through my hair? it makes me feel like Ms. Kitty. Like I
want to curl up in your arms and purr. And, I- I like it when you
dominate me; possess me and command me. I like it when you grab my hair
and put my head wherever you want it, when you push me down or lift me
up. I like it when you take control? I like that a lot!?

She looked pensive, like there was more, but she was afraid to admit it.

?What else?? Buffy said in a sultry voice, pulling her close. She was
really beginning to warm to the idea. ?Tell me pet,? she commanded
gently.

Willow ducked her head in embarrassment. ?I? I like it? in public,? she
whispered.

Buffy?s eyes shot wide open. ?In public?? she squeaked, thinking that
Willow wanted sex in public.

?Oh, I don?t mean?? Willow began, but then reconsidered, ?well, we
haven?t done that?? she sounded like she was considering it. She then
gave a little headshake, internally tabling that discussion for another
time. ?What I meant was, when you play with me in public- call me pet,
or dominate me. I?d really, really like to play a scene where we go out
and you totally dominate, like order my food for me, or grab my hair and
pull me into a kiss, or anything like that.? She blushed lightly and
added, ?Kinda like telling the world I?m your pet, and you?re my
Mistress??

?Mmm, that idea doesn?t suck,? Buffy mused- imagining it. She almost
choked at the image of dressing dom and making Willow wear her leash
while they went to a club? probably not the Bronze- maybe in LA or
something. It was something to think about anyway.

Tara laughed when she saw Buffy?s eyes dilate, and her nipples harden.
She moved her hand down to Buffy?s smooth pussy and lightly trailed one
finger along her opening- feeling the wetness that was starting to
collect. She said, ?I think your Mistress likes that idea very much,
Willow,? as she brought the finger to her mouth and thoroughly licked it
clean. She rolled away from Buffy and got up on her knees. She bent
over the petite blonde and kissed her, hard. ?Your pet needs to be
dominated, Slayer. So, get to it!? she commanded as she got up off of
the bed and went over and sat in Buffy?s desk chair. She didn?t bother
putting on any clothes- it was better that way; nothing to get in the
way of touching herself while she watched her own pet perform.

Buffy was amazed, and honestly thrilled, with the revelations this
morning. ?Willow needs to be dominated, huh?? she thought. ?Well, how
can I deny my best friend??

Buffy sat up and grabbed Willow?s hair at the nape of her neck, pulling
the redhead?s face up to her own. ?You enjoy submitting yourself to
me??

Willow was in heaven, she could feel her whole body vibrating with
arousal at being roughly handled by her Mistress. ?Oh goddess yes,
Mistress!?

Buffy was amazed once again at how Willow?s body reacted- her nipples
were fully erect, the areolas roughly crinkled, and she could smell the
instant arousal wafting up from her pet the moment she grabbed her hair.
?Wow,? she thought. Out loud she growled, ?I want you on your knees,
out in the middle of the floor,? as she released her handful of red
hair.

As Willow scrambled to obey, Buffy added, ?eyes down, hands behind your
back.?

Willow assumed the position, on her knees, head down and hands clasped
behind her back.

Buffy got up from the bed and walked over to stand in front of the
kneeling redhead. ?So, You want me to control you and dominate you,?
she said flatly.

?Oh Yes, Mistress,? Willow said. Her awareness was focusing; narrowing
down to eliminate everything but Buffy. She hadn?t discussed it with
either of her girlfriends, but when they were being especially strict
with her- whether in giving or demanding pleasure, or in any other way-
she kinda entered a trance-like state. It was like when she centered
herself for a complex spell; the rest of the world faded away.

?And, you?re mine. I can do anything I want with you?? Buffy asked.
She was ashamed to outright admit it, but she had really enjoyed it when
Willow misbehaved and she got the opportunity to spank her. Something
about Willow?s skin reddening, the way she cried out as though it was a
combination of pleasure and pain? well it really, *really* turned her
on. She enjoyed it a lot when Tara would consent to really lay in to
her with the paddle- the pain, though physically uncomfortable of
course, gave her emotional and mental pleasure. She was discovering
that inflicting a little pain was fun too.  

Part of Buffy felt dirty admitting that fact- if only to herself; like
she was a bad person for wanting something like that. There was another
part of her, however; one that longed to explore this new development.
She never wanted to harm Willow, to inflict injury on her beloved was
abhorrent to her- but the thought of pain-play, as the stuff Willow had
printed off of the internet called it; well, she was about to see if
Willow might not be into that as well. ?After all, she?s the one who
printed it off,? Buffy rationalized.  

Willow gulped a little. ?Yes, Mistress; anything you desire,? she
answered. She wondered if Mistress knew her deep dark secret- that she
got off on the pain of discipline almost as much as the pleasure of the
sex. The other night when Buffy had spanked her while she was eating
out Tara had been so incredibly awesome. She could have cum a bunch of
times if her Mistress would have allowed it. It was the way the pain
caused such a delicious sensation- that hard sting of discomfort
sensitizing her skin, the way the warmth flowed out from the point of
impact as the blood rushed to the surface? it was so intense! ?Oh
goddess! The nipple clamps!? she thought to herself. She felt a bolt of
sensation shoot straight to her clit when Mistress put the clamps on
her!  

Buffy squatted down next to her pet and whispered in her ear, making
sure it was loud enough for her own Mistress to hear- she knew that Tara
wanted a show. ?What if my desire is to spank your little ass hard, not
because you?ve been bad, but just because I want to?? Buffy asked,
keeping the trepidation she was feeling out of her voice through sheer
force of will.

Willow felt like she could cum just from the thought. Her breathing was
fast and labored as she answered her Mistress, ?Oh yes! If it pleases
you Mistress; I beg you to whip me, spank me hard! Use the paddle
Mistress, make me scream for your pleasure!?

Buffy felt hot desire shoot through her; Willow wanted it! She went
over to the closet and grabbed the riding crop Tara had bought after the
last time Buffy?d marked her. She knew that if Willow felt like she
herself did, she?d come to adore this toy. She piled some pillows on
the bed and grabbed Willow?s leash.  

Hooking the leash on Willow, she commanded her, ?On your feet, pet,? she
commanded.  

Willow practically jumped into the air, she got up so fast.  

?I?m going to whip your ass with this crop. Twenty strokes; then you
can show me how grateful you are.?

Willow was practically vibrating with excitement. She was so focused
that she didn?t even hear Tara moan when Buffy described what she was
going to do. ?Oh Thank You, Mistress!? she said sincerely.

?All right, pet. Up on the bed. Get on those pillows, I want that sexy
ass of your up in the air!?

Willow said, ?Yes, Mistress!? she realized she was already very wet,
and would end up making quite a mess by the time she was done, so she
quietly asked, ?Would Mistress like her pet to put down a towel so her
pet doesn?t ruin Mistress? pillows??

Buffy hadn?t considered that. Much as she loved the smell and taste of
her pet, she didn?t relish the idea of sleeping on pillows that were
covered in dried Willowcum. She reached down and ran her fingers
through Willow?s lips, finding her to be very wet already. ?Going to
make a mess, pet?? she asked, amused.

Willow dropped her head even further, deep in the submissive persona.
?Sorry, Mistress.?

Buffy grabbed Willow?s hair, pulling her head back. ?No, pet; it?s a
good idea. Mistress is pleased that her pet is so thoughtful.? She
then pulled the slightly taller girl?s face to her own for a bruising
kiss. ?I need some high-heeled boots for this,? she thought.

When she broke the kiss, she saw that Willow was almost cross-eyed with
bliss. She smiled and said, ?Get some towels, pet?

Willow was so far into subspace that she didn?t consider her state of
undress for even a moment. Mistress hadn?t told her to put anything on,
so Willow didn?t put anything on, she just walked out into the hall and
got some towels. She didn?t even notice that Dawn had walked out of the
bathroom and was standing there gaping at her.

Buffy grimaced when Tara laughed at her. ?You should have told her to
put something on, pet,? Tara said.

?Yes, Mistress; I should have,? Buffy said, annoyed with herself.

Willow brought the towels to her Mistress and waited for more
instructions.

Buffy said, ?Put a couple down on the pillows, pet. I know how messy
you get. Then I want you face down, ass in the air!?

?Yes, Mistress,? Willow said happily. It didn?t occur to her that most
people would be horrified at the thought that Willow was actually
looking forward to getting whipped. More than just looking forward to
it, Willow was proud of the fact that she was going to please her
Mistress. She belonged to someone- someone who loved her and took
pleasure in her; someone who wanted and needed her. While she didn?t
actively verbalize these facts- even to herself- she was secure in the
knowledge of their truth, secure in the rightness of this.

As Buffy took in the sight of her pet laid out on the bed, her shapely
derrière raised up as though in offering, she was suddenly struck with
an idea. She had planned on whipping Willow and then having the redhead
eat her out, but she suddenly thought of a better plan.

Willow lay calmly as she heard her Mistress moving around behind her.
She caught the clink and rasp of buckles being secured and pictured her
Mistress putting on one of the strap-on harnesses. Her breath caught at
the thought her Mistress slipping inside her and riding her after
whipping her ass into hyper-sensitivity. She had to bite back a moan as
the image caused her arousal to climb ever higher. She knew she was
going to have to make a special effort not to cum when the delicious
blows began to fall.

Buffy kneeled on the bed beside her pet and ran the end of the crop over
her pale buttocks. She said, ?You can make all the noise you want, pet,
but no cumming until I say! Understand??

Willow knew that was coming, but couldn?t help the whimper in her voice
as she acknowledged, ?Yes, Mistress.?

Buffy needed to feel the soft skin with her hands before using the crop.
She set it down and reached over with her hand, stroking Willow?s soft
ass, loving the feel of the downy hairs against her palm, like rubbing a
peach. ?Who does this belong to?? she asked.

?It?s yours, Mistress.? Willow said breathily.

Buffy slid her hand between those cheeks and trailed down to the
dripping heat between Willow?s legs. She slid one finger in as she
asked, ?And who does this belong to, pet??

Willow?s breath caught as she felt Mistress? finger slide into her slick
center. ?I- its yoooouuurs, Mistress.?

Buffy couldn?t keep the smile off of her face at Willow?s groan.
?That?s right pet. This pussy belongs to me, and I say when it cums,
and when it doesn?t.? She dragged her finger out of Willow?s pussy and
rubbed the slick wetness on her finger over the rosebud of her ass.

Willow shuddered, biting her lip to keep from giving in to the need to
cum.

?If you?re good, and don?t cum while I?m whipping this,? Buffy said,
running her hand over her ass cheeks again. ?I?ll let you cum all you
want while I?m sliding in and out of here,? she added, trailing her
finger round and round Willow?s exposed sphincter. ?Would you like that
pet??

Willow was nearly in tears already, anticipation spiking her arousal to
maximum levels. ?YES! Oh goddess yes, Mistress!? She cried.

?Such a good pet,? Buffy muttered as she drew her arm back for the
first swat.

*Smack*

Willow screamed as the first blow landed. She could feel every nerve
ending in the little patch of flesh tingle as the sting faded into the
sweet, sweet warmth.  

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

Every successive strike landed on a different spot, and the shock and
warmth was spreading all over her pink cheeks.

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

Tears were streaming down Willow?s face and she was crying ?I?m yours,?
with every blow.

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

She didn?t know how she was doing it- the need to cum was driving her
insane. Her mind was floating on a cloud where agony and ecstasy
intermixed and she didn?t know which was which.  

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

Willow?s mind had given up even trying to restrain herself from orgasm.
All it could do was chant over and over, ?I?m yours, I?m yours,? and
yet, she didn?t cum. Mistress said no, and Mistress owned pet; so, pet
couldn?t cum. She had utterly submitted. Both her conscious and
unconscious mind had given themselves over to her Mistress. If she?d
been aware enough to think about it she would have realized that this
was the single most amazing thing that had ever happened to her in her
life.

Buffy was amazed that Willow had made it without cumming. She herself
was so close that she knew all it would take is sliding home into
Willow?s ass and she?d cum like a tidal wave. She imagined Willow would
too. As her breathing calmed a little, she heard Willow mumbling,
almost chanting, over and over, ?I?m yours, I?m yours.?

Buffy started to cry at the unbelievable gift Willow had made of
herself. She looked over at Tara, who?s eyes were glazed and had tears
of her own streaming down her face.

Tara had cum several times during the performance. ?That?s the most
beautiful thing I?ve ever seen in my life,? she breathed. She locked
gazes with the Slayer and could see that Buffy was fully aware of the
amazing and priceless gift Willow had given her. She cleared her throat
and said, ?Don?t keep her waiting pet. I think she?s earned it.?

Buffy nodded her head, ?That was awesome!? she whispered, her tone
reverent and full of love. She moved between Willow?s parted thighs,
taking in the sight of her slick passion coating her all over; the hot,
red flesh of her ass, marked with little square welts. She bent down
and traced each one with her tongue, marveling at how hot her skin was.

Willow groaned at the feel of Mistress tongue against her hypersensitive
flesh. Awareness was only just starting to settle over her when she
felt Mistress rub her silicone cock into the soaking wetness between her
legs. She moaned even louder and felt Mistress press the now slick head
against the tight entrance to her ass.

Buffy worked the head of the dildo into the tight ring of her pet?s
sphincter. Just before it popped past, she leaned over and whispered,
?You may cum?? She was going to add, ?as often as you wish,? but the
moment the first three words left her mouth, Willow shrieked.

Massive waves of pleasure rolled though Willow?s body as she felt
Mistress press into her ass and was given permission to cum. When she
began crying out her lover?s name, it wasn?t ?Buffy,? but ?Mistress?
that came out.

Two strokes and hearing her pet scream ?Mistress? at the top of her
lungs was enough to push Buffy over the edge. She slammed the dildo
home, the end inside the harness mashed up against her clit. She began
to pound into her pet, neither woman?s orgasm subsiding for over a
minute as Buffy rode Willow for all she was worth.

Now, a minute may not seem like a long time, but when you consider that
the average orgasm lasts only three to six seconds- you begin to grasp
the mind-blowing pleasure these two were experiencing.  

Buffy collapsed on top of her pet, dildo still buried in the redhead?s
ass. Had Angelus himself walked in at that point, Buffy would have been
unable to do more than groan as he bit into her. In the end it was Tara
who had to pull the two apart, clean them up and tuck them under the
covers.  

Though very tempted to join her lovers, she refrained. She wasn?t at
all jealous- rather she was motivated. She planned on putting Buffy
into subspace just like that- even if it took months to work up to it.
So it was with a smile on her face that she gathered up soiled garments,
towels and toys and went downstairs to do some laundry and socialize
with her in-laws for a bit, while these two slept it off.

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Dawn had been relieved to wake up next to her mom. The shock of the
previous night?s revelation had been tempered, though not eliminated, by
the unquestionable love of her family and the Scooby gang, ?minus Anya,
of course. Not like I missed her,? Dawn thought.

A little part of her felt weird, waking up in the same bed as her
mother; what with her being fifteen and all. Mostly, though, it was a
comfort not to wake up alone. It was weird, but the thing that bothered
her most was the fact that the people closest to her weren?t her
friends, but Buffy?s. Not that she really had a lot of close friends of
her own, but now it was like there was this wall between them. Her
whole life was a lie- but because the Scoobies knew it, and accepted it,
it was ok. She could never tell Janice, or Terri, or Taylor. No way
she could ever tell Kevin.

?Yeah, I could just see it, ?Hey Kevin. Wanna go out Saturday? Oh, and
by the way, I?m not really a fifteen year old girl, I?m really only six
months old. Before that I was a big green ball of light!? Yeah, that?d
go over well.? She thought.

She left her mom sleeping in her little bed and went to wash up.

After she got out of the shower and dried off, she walked out of the
bathroom thinking of what she was going to wear today. She was also
thinking of whether or not mom was going to make her go to school today,
?Shouldn?t I get a day off? I mean it?s not every day??

Her thoughts trailed off as the door to Buffy?s bedroom opened and
Willow walked out.

Dawn stopped dead in her tracks at the sight. Willow was completely
naked, and she had a collar on, with a leash hanging from it. Dawn just
stood there, jaw dropped, eyes round, as Willow walked over to the linen
closet and grabbed several towels. She then turned and walked back into
Buffy?s room, not saying a word, or even apparently noticing Dawn at
all.

Even more than the fact Willow was naked, Dawn couldn?t get out of her
mind how amazingly happy Willow looked. Like, 10 year old getting a
pony on their birthday happy. Dawn didn?t think she could remember a
time that she was anywhere near that happy in her entire life- well
fake-life? ?whatever,? she mumbled.

Dawn just didn?t get it. She?d seen pictures and videos of it, and
couldn?t imagine that stuff feeling that great. How could that S&M
stuff make her so happy?

She?d have to figure out a way to get Willow alone and ask her. There
was no way she could ask Buffy? or Tara. But, Willow was more like a
sister to Dawn than her own sister was. She was getting along good with
Buffy lately, but Buffy was still somewhat of an authority figure to
Dawn. And, so was Tara- even though she felt more comfortable with Tara
than Buffy. Willow was a lot more like Dawn herself; even though she
was five years older, she acted like a kid. Maybe it wasn?t that Willow
was like a sister- maybe it was more that Willow was like a girlfriend,
?Friend, girlfriend, not lesbian girlfriend,? Dawn was quick to think.
You had to make that distinction with these girls.

Dawn didn?t bother trying to reconcile how Willow was like her because
she was like a kid, when Dawn would get pissed off at anyone who treated
her like a kid. That was definitely one for the denial file.

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Joyce was a little worried when she woke up in Dawn?s bed, and there was
no Dawn. But she heard the shower running and decided not to give in to
panic quite yet.  

She assumed it was Dawn, because she didn?t hear any ?other? sounds, and
the girls rarely showered alone, or managed to be quiet when in the
shower together. She was mostly happy for Buffy?s relationship, even if
it was unconventional. Buffy herself seemed much happier than when she
was seeing Angel or Riley. As funny as the ?pancake incident? was, she
had to admit she was a little relieved when the girls had started using
the sound spell. Not that she?d ever tell them, but it wasn?t that she
was offended by the sounds, it was? well she was divorced and not seeing
anyone. ?And, the last time you got laid was three years ago; on the
hood of a police car!? the sneered at herself.  

She?d been mortified when Buffy had found out about that. Especially
because she?d found out by hearing Joyce?s thoughts. ?God, could that
man ever lay pipe!? she thought; and then immediately chastised herself
for such a crude thought. ?That?s what comes from having three *very*
sexually active women living under your roof!? she muttered to herself.
Even with the actual sounds of their escapades being blocked, Joyce
couldn?t help thinking about what was going on in there at night. She
couldn?t miss the sly smiles of satisfaction on their faces when they
came out of that room. It wasn?t that she was turned on by women, it
was just? it wasn?t so bad when she didn?t have a daily reminder of what
she was missing.  

She missed that closeness, that intimacy? her vibrator didn?t cuddle
afterward. Her fingers didn?t look into her eyes as she quivered
through her release and tell her ?I love you.?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Dawn?s return. Joyce noticed the
pensive look on her daughter?s face and asked, ?What?s wrong, honey??

Dawn blushed. She considered blowing the question off, but for some
reason, she didn?t want to. ?Does it ever bother you?? she asked waving
her hand in the general direction of Buffy?s room. ?Them, I mean.?

It was Joyce?s turn to blush, given her train of thought just before
Dawn walked in. ?How do you mean, Dawn?? she asked- certain that Dawn
couldn?t know what she?d been thinking. ?Does it bother you that your
sister?s gay??

Dawn was surprised by the question. ?No! Totally not that,? she
assured her mother. ?No, I mean the other,? she was kinda embarrassed
to say it out loud to her mom. ?You know, the? dominatrix stuff.?

?Oh,? Joyce said. She hadn?t really thought about that too much. It
didn?t really bother her in abstract. She?d done some pretty kinky
things growing up as a young woman in the 1970?s. It bothered her just
a little bit to think of her daughter being on the receiving end of that
damn paddle. But not as much as it would someone who hadn?t played such
games herself once. She knew the difference was that Tara loved Buffy
more than life itself. The ones she had played with, once upon a time,
hadn?t been quite so solicitous. She shook her head, dispelling those
memories and focusing once again on her youngest daughter. Regardless
of her origins, Joyce couldn?t help but think of her as her daughter.

Dawn was waiting, she noticed a bunch of stuff going through her mom?s
mind, if her eyes and the looks on her face were right.

?No, *that* doesn?t really bother me, dear.? Joyce said finally.
?They?re happy, and I?m happy for them.?

Dawn sat down on the bed. ?I guess,? she said. ?Buffy seems way
happier than she did with Angel or Riley?? she stopped talking as her
mom started laughing. ?What?s so funny??

?I was thinking that exact same thing.? She answered.

?Oh,? Dawn said. She gathered her nerve and asked another question.
?If *that* doesn?t really bother you about Buffy and Willow and Tara,
what does??

?Damn,? Joyce thought. ?You caught that, huh?? she asked resignedly.
Joyce thought that Dawn was too sharp for her own good sometimes. She
didn?t know if it was the whole ?Key? thing, or something else, but Dawn
seemed to be a strange combination of maturity and innocence. Buffy
wasn?t nearly so aware of the world around her at that age.

?Is it because there?s three of them?? Dawn asked.

Joyce sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. This was not the
discussion she envisioned having with her daughter this morning. She?d
been prepared to be the loving, supportive mother, comforting her
daughter who had found out something terrible about her past. Instead,
she was discussing her other daughter?s sex life, and her own lack
thereof. There wasn?t really any point in lying, however. Dawn seemed
to be able to tell when someone was hiding things from her, and she
didn?t react well to it. This wasn?t the time to start an argument.

?No, Dawn. That doesn?t bother me either. It?s just, your mother?s a
little tired of being alone, honey.? She answered resignedly.

Dawn got it. ?So? they remind you of what you don?t have.? She nodded
her head in understanding. She longed for physical intimacy as well.
She thought it was probably both harder and easier for her mom; harder,
because she had all this mom-responsibility and no one to share it with;
but easier because Dawn?s hormones were going like gangbusters lately.
She said as much to her mom.

Joyce was amazed by Dawn?s statement. ?Can I just say that this is so
not the conversation I thought we?d be having this morning??

Dawn laughed. ?Yeah, it?s totally weird,? she said. ?I've just had sex
on the brain a lot more since Buffy came out of the closet.?

Joyce stared, open mouthed, at Dawn.

Dawn laughed at the look on her mother?s face. ?Come on, Mom. I?m
fifteen. What did you spend most of your time thinking about when you
were fifteen??

Given the fact that Joyce had moved way beyond just thinking about it
when she was fifteen, she decided it was well past time to change the
subject. ?You know, I think it?s time for breakfast.?

Dawn laughed again, enjoying the feel of simple laughter after last
night?s drama. ?Ok; just not pancakes. Willow still can?t even look at
?em without blushing.?

Joyce shook her head and laughed along with Dawn. ?I think things are
going to be ok,? she thought happily.

Of course, it wouldn?t last?

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