FIC: The Glue That Makes Us Sticky (2/2) NC-17

["Heather Sinclair" <viceverza1@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: The Glue That Makes Us Sticky (2/2)
Author: Heather Sinclair (Heather@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/W
Feedback: You are kidding aren't you...I live on feedback
Archive: Anyone who wants it can take it. Just tell me where it goes
Spoilers: Discussions With Dead People 
Disclaimer: Joss owns the character's etc. Blah Blah Blah
Summary: Willow returns home after the incident at the library and 
is telling Buffy what happened.
Author Notes: Okay, I got a lot of reaction from the "Broken Willow" 
so I am writing a sequel in two parts. I don't want to promise a lot 
more since I have a habit of writing way too involved plots and this 
is just, in my mind, a little 'realistic' way Joss can introduce 
Buffy to a little Willow lovin'. So go ahead Joss ... you can use 
it ... really

Chapter 2

(Willow)

She was trembling under my touch. There are very few things that 
scare the Slayer, but maybe for this once it wasn't the Slayer that I 
was touching, perhaps it was just Buffy. Our eyes were locked in a 
sensual embrace that first time lovers share, consciously letting the 
other know that this encounter was meaningful and loving. In this 
situation I was the powerful one ... the slayer of her 
inhabitations. 

Her eyes moistened and darted away.

"Shhhhh." My right hand cupped her jaw and calmly stroked the 
cheekbone. "Don't be afraid. Just do what comes natural."

She laughed out a breath of air. "Natural? Wil, I'm haven't ever had 
a natural relationship."

I smiled softly. "Then we'll take this slow. Take off your robe."

She accommodated me without comment.

"Now I'm going to lay down and I want you to snuggle up."

She did as instructed, pulling her hair back and laying just under my 
chin with her leg atop both of mine, her arm encircling just 
underneath my breasts. After a moment she sighed.

"This is nice."

I stroked her hair, running my fingertips carefully through. Then she 
caught me off guard.

"Wil, I'm not trying to take the place of Tara. I would never ..."

"Shhhh. Just relax."

She did so. 

"Tara knew how much I loved you, Buffy."

She didn't exactly stiffen under my touch in so much as she shifted 
uncomfortably. 

"You were my first love ... girl wise."

I second or two went after my revelation.

"How long?"

I laughed lightly. "Oh, pretty much when you said 'Hi, I'm Buffy.' I 
just didn't understand what I was feeling until I met Tara."

She squeezed me tightly. "I love you, Wils."

She softened after that and we began our lovemaking. Buffy was a 
natural. My tongue and I explored every inch of her skin savoring the 
natural taste. Her moans and occasional yips of pleasure were all the 
encouragement I needed to bring her to the brink of orgasm, but I 
wanted her to enjoy the giving as well so I held her off.

It seems as if I teased a little too much, because she lifted me up 
and tossed me to the other side of the bed, knocking the breakfast to 
the floor. I giggled naughtily. 

"Teasing witch!"

I pulled her head down to my breast. "Sticks and stooooooonesss will 
break my bones, but your tongue willlllll ... ohhh ... "

So much for that. She spent little time teasing me and went right 
down to business. Not that I minded. Heck, I think I was more keyed 
up than she was . My back arched when her tongue hit my happy spot, 
shoving my hips downward, applying even more pressure and sending me 
over the edge with a scream.

I'm easy, I forgot to tell you. Nope, doesn't take much at all 
to ... ohhh.

My hands filtered through her hair and pushed her harder into my sex. 
She eagerly accommodated me, pulling my thighs further apart.

"Mmmmmm." She murmured. 

I nearly jumped off of the bed. 

"Oh my!! Do that again."

She stopped for a second. "Mmmmmm."

She was humming lightly and it was sending tiny shockwaves through 
me. 

"Oh Goddess, yes!"

I could feel pressure extending though my body unlike anything I had 
ever felt. I was too close to passing out and I hadn't even given 
Buffy one release.

"Buf ... Buffy. Turn around, I want you, but for heaven's sake don't 
stop."

I heard her giggle, and felt her body move quickly, straddling my 
face and setting down abruptly on my mouth. She tasted so sweet. It 
was more than a pleasure to return her newly learned ministrations. 
My fingernails dug into her firm cheeks and kneaded the yielding 
flesh. Her thighs pressed against either side of my face. I could 
feel her need as passionately as my own. The need to be one flesh, 
the need to share one soul, the need to please the other with as much 
pleasure as each was receiving. 

That inner pressure returned after a brief pause in bodily 
arrangements and it pressed outward encompassing my new lover in it's 
glow. I thought it was our passion that was making me see stars, but 
it was something else, magic maybe.

Buffy's skin was glowing faintly and from the looks of things mine 
was too.

"Willow?" Buffy asked me wearingly. 

As she spoke the glow faded.

"Don't stop, Buffy. It's magic." I explained.

It was all the encouragement she needed. 

Normally I would have my eyes closed at a time like this, but I 
wanted to experience the glow as well. It was growing with each 
passing second, strengthening with our passion. It finally let myself 
go and stretched outward with my senses, feeling the connection 
between the Buffy and myself.

My eyes could not stay open any longer. The energy was too intense. 
It enveloped both of us at the height of our passion so much so that 
we both screamed and filled the air with our union. 

Somewhere in the distance I heard glass shatter.

****************

(Buffy)

I was the first to wake. Willow and I were laying side by side in 
opposite directions. Why were we ... oh.

I tried to sit up but was daunted by the intense muscle pain I 
experienced. It felt like I had gone twenty rounds with as many 
vampires. I was sore. 

Small movements weren't as bad so I inched around to check on Willow. 
Her breathing was stable and she looked as if she had went through 
the same workout as had I.

"Willow?"

I heard a brief moan and saw her eyes flutter open.

"Owww." She complained.

I laid back down and sighed. "So this is lesbian love."

Willow groaned. "Normally its more Mmmm and less Owww."

I could feel my slayer metabolism going into high gear fixing what 
ailed my body. A little stretching seemed to help my arms and back 
and it was good since I didn't have to actually get out of bed to 
perform those moves.

"Stretch, Wil. It helps."

She tried, but it was useless.

"Here, let me help you." 

I reached down to her leg and tried to lift it up. Damn, I'm going to 
have to sit up. I did so and placed my body between Willow's legs; 
remembering a limbering move from cheerleading. I took each of her 
legs, laid them on my shoulders and leaned forward stretching the 
backs of her thighs. One thing I never noticed about Willow was how 
limber she was. I had to push her legs up to her head to get a decent 
reaction out of her. And while I was there ...

Her eyes unscrunched from the effort and opened to find me waiting, 
inches from her face. A smirk that I had come to love crossed her 
features when she realized the position we were in.

"Did I ever tell you what Tara got me for Christmas two years ago?"

Our lips met in renewed frenzy. Not long after, she showed me the 
present. 

So much for getting out of bed today.

End.