Repost: On Occasions 02-Limo

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On Occasion; In a Limo



"The last time I was in a limo was not fun Willow." I say crossing my arms.
"And let me think, why, yes, that was just earlier this evening and shortly
afterwards I had the joyful expierence of being hunted."

She ignores me and runs ahead to get the limo door open. "For the Slayer."
She says with an exagerated bow.

I slump in the seat reluctantly. "Still not enjoying myself." I mumble.

She slides in the seat next to me and shuts the door. After quietly
whispering to the driver the car pulls away from the curb. She settles beside
me.

"Aw. Don't be grumpy." She whispers.

I squirm a bit, her hand has worked it's way up the back of my neck and she's
running her fingertips through my hair along my scalp.

"Who says I'm grumpy?" I ask. It takes some effort but I manage to choke off
the urge to purr.

Her fingers run along the rim of one ear and, against my wishes, I press my
head a little harder into her hand. 

"What?" She askes innocently. "So the mighty Slayer isn't upset at, not only
having lost the Homecoming crown, but also having her life saved by one
Cordelia Chase?"

"She didn't save my life. Just..."

"Yeah?" Willow demands. Her tone belies her actions. Where one is demanding,
pinning me to the floor, the other is soft, careful. Yes, we've cuddled
since..ah...the begining. But...she's...

Ah.

Running a finger lightly along the hairline on the back of my neck..wow. 

"She...uh..just..happened to timely intervene." I stammer. Gotta change the
subject. Turn the tables...could ask about Oz.. No. That's low.

"Willow...what are you doing?" Oh yeah, that was swift. Just invite her to
make a coup de grace or whatever it is.

She slid closer and I didn't even notice. Her lips are just a hairsbreath
from my ear. I think. I'm too afraid to turn my head. I can feel my ears
getting hot. Is that her breath or...

"Me?" She breathes into my ear. Okay, it's both. "I'm timely..intervening."

"We'll be home soon." I don't want to object, but someone has to be pragmatic
here. "And Mom, for once has bad timing. She's home."

"Yeah." Willow breaths. Her fingers still tracing patterns along my flesh.
"Mine are too. My parents that is."

"So we better stop." I press home the point.

"Why?" She asks innocently. If I dared look at her I'd see mischief dancing
in her eyes. But I can't. If I do I'll be lost. I want to be lost. Damnit,
responsibility blows.

"Cause..." Oh..nibble..no..don't nibble. Nibbling bad. Check that...nibbling
good! "Cause..no..uh..no time to finish what's been started."

"Something's been started?" She asks. Note to self. Don't talk. I talk, she
answers..nibbling stops. Now that's bad!

I only nod. I could probably force myself to speak but that would distractme
from the warm humm buzzing around my..self.

"I guess that's why.." Soft..she's so soft. "That I told the driver.." Her
face is buried in the crux of my shoulder. She's nipping at my neck. My hand
moves with it's own ideas and cups her cheek. "To just drive around until told
to stop."

"Oh God Willow you're such a smart girl!" I give in to the demand, turn, grab
her face in my hands and dive in.

It's been..feels like forever but we only cuddled a few days ago. She meets
my advance with her own, equal need. Need? Sure. I feel needy, I feel hungry.
I ...want this. So does she. I'm not stupid, it's sorta an obvious clue with
the way our tounges are trying to wrap around each other. Her hands are
fumbling with the zipper on the back of my dress. My own are tugging the
straps of her dress off her shoulders. 

She breaks the kiss off.

"Not just any smart girl." She breathes. She's wearing her strawberry gloss.
I swear off cherry for life! "Your smart girl."

"Amen." I whisper back. More kissage!

***

I swear I'm ready to pop. 

I'm so..divided. Part of me is screaming that this is wrong, being with a
girl 'that' way. I pay it no never mind though. That's just panic.
	
Another part is ready to burn in embarassment. We're
getting..that's..uh..I..we're together. No that doesn't work, we're together
lots but this is... Okay, alright, I'll say it. We're going to make love. In
the backseat of car. 

Isn't this some sort of 'rite of passage' all girls have to go through? Hot
lovin' in the back seat?

Well, at least it's a spacious back seat. Why am I complaining? I instigated
this. Hope Buffy doesn't ask me why though. I'm pretty sure any embarassment
potential would hit critical mass. 'Oh yes Buffy, seeing you all hot n'sweaty,
torn dress, kinda dirty, kinda messy but so very alive got _me_ 
all hot n'sweaty! Nononono no no no..uh uh that would not work.

Ssss...course..uh..your nails tracing...un..patterns along my
thighs..yeah..that works. Really well. In fact..it's really ..ha..working too
well. Can't pay attention to er..what I was trying ..ohboy..to..do. 

No, no this is not good at all. I started this, I'm gonna finish it. We've
been kissing the entire time, I sorta went on autopilot. Zoned. Buffy Summers
Lips are a powerful zone causing element. Might I add highly addictive? She's
trailing a path of tiny carreses with her lips along my jawline this very
second. 

"Buffy turn around." I say. 

"Mmm.." 

"C'mon, turn around!" I pressed.

"But why?" She groaned slightly. 

"Cause I wanna play." Gosh, a sexual innduendo. What's happening to me? Where
did shy Willow go? She wouldn't have realised an innduendo that was carefully
introduced to her by name. 

Oh God, I just remembered that whole 'Playing Doctor' thing when Buffy wasin
the hospital. But I'm diffrent, I'm..more. She's in my arms, she's turned
around, albiet grumplily, and in the name of Tootins' I'm gonna play!

"Don't complain now." I kiss the back of her neck. She tries not to react but
I feel her breath catch in your throat. "See? This way I can finally get this
darn zipper of yours. Won't that be nice?"

"Yeah." She murmers. I don't think she can hear me. Maybe that's because I've
started nuzzling her while slowly unzipping the aformentioned dress. "Nice."

I ease the top off her shoulders, bending over as I do so to kiss my way down
her neck along her back. Each new inch of skin I find and mark as mine. Her
head has fallen back against my shoulder and it sounds like she's having a
hard time remaining stoic. Good.

"You like?" I murmer.

"This..." She groans. "This shouldn't feel this good."

"Somethings's wrong then?" I ask innocently. Her arms have gone all slack so
I have to lift them one at a time an ease them out of her dress.

"Oh no." I can hear her smile. "Something is very right."

I push the dress down to her waist slowly, dragging my thumbs along her ribs.
Her head is still resting against my shoulder but now she's bare from the
waist up save for her bra. 

It's a silky green one. When did she get it? It's beautiful, cups her breasts
so lovingly. Giving them a slight push, leaving the tops almost completly
exposed. So white and smooth and... it's almost a shame to take it off.
Almost.

Oh, it's off. So much for regret.

I toss the bra over my shoulder. Really gotta remember to stop trying to be
cool; it never works for me. The bra just bounces of the roof of the car and
lands on my head. Buffy who's been watching me out of the corner of her eyes
just stares at me. She's trying very hard not to laugh, she swallows a few
times but manages to make do.

"Swell." I pout. "Seduction factor plummets like stone in river. Willow
Wonder at three o'clock."



This is just so typical. I'm trying to be something more, be a little..extra.
Buffy could have done, she'd have tossed my bra...I want her to toss my bra..I
want her..she could have tossed it anywhere and it would have landed just in
the right place. I can't even hit the ground! What if I destroyed the moment?
What if I've broken everything? Would she leave me? Just wanna go back to
being friends? No, not that. Once you've had Buffy, you can never go back. 

Buffy spins around instantly. How does she move that fast? 

"Don't you say that!" She admonishes me fiercly pointing at my face.. How she
can be fierce while being exotic, yummy looking and topless all at the same
time remains a mystery. 

"Don't you dare think that you're not anything less than incredibly
desireable!" I blink. I think I blink. They are kinda fast. 

Desirable? 

Buffy slides right up next to me, the temperature just went up.
She...her..they're..she's pressed up againt me. She smiling a small smile.

"And as for seduction level.." She walks her fingers up my nose then runs
them through my hair pushing my head back a little.

She bends down and begins to kiss her way down my neck while at the same time
effortlessly slipping the straps of my dress along my arms till it falls free.
She did this while kissing me and I couldn't even get a darn zipper. Ah
well..it's all...in the ..is it supposed to feel so... tingly?

She hasn't stopped kissing me, down my throat above the rise of my..ah..no.
They're mine, I can say it, say them. I've had them for, oh, at least four
years now. She's kissing the rise of my bre..br..oh ..out of time..there
goes..my bra and...she..hhmmm...hmmm...sweet...hmmm...

Fingers..can feel her fingers, carrassing the underside..just barely though.
What she's doing with her lips taking..up...most of ...mind. Huummm....right
there...no..don't move...to the move back up..up!

I grab her head gently and steer her back on course but she resists.
Nooo..she's stopped...don't leave my breasts! They want more attention, I want
more attention! Where are you going you silly Slayer?

Hey. I said breasts! Yay ...

Stop that! That tickles..no no..don't scrape my ribs. You'll ruin the moment.
She's kissing me still..down..down...

I feel her hands leave my sides. Now she's cradling my calves. Sliding her
fingers slowly up along the insides of legs while she keeps dabbing at my
bellybutton. It stopped tickling..feels nice. Not nice like it was earlier
but nice...

Gentle pressure on the insides of my thighs. She's easing ..me..open and her
..lips are ..still...moving down and..she..she's..

"Buffy?" I recall that this is how one is supposed to talk. However I seemto
be squeaking. "What are you doing?"

She stops her nuzzle, lick, kiss technique to look up at me. She's now
crouched on the floor of the limo, between my..legs. Her hands have slippedup
to my hips and her fingers have curled around the band of..eh..heh..my
panties. All I have to do is lift my butt and...

Check that, I probably wouldn't have to do even that. She's got all those
nifty slayer muscles.

She tilts her head up to look me in the eyes. She's got that half smile on
her face, it's her 'I think I've got a good idea, really.' look. 

"I've always called you yummy Willow." She says. "Now I'm going to test that
claim."

She's not talking loudly but her everyword is echoing inside the limo. Or my
head. I'll never forget her tone, softness, the light in her eyes. This second
is going right into long term memory. Labled under 'Things to Love in
Recollection'. 

She's going to...she's going..she's gonna..gonna...

"Oh." I squeak.

"Okay." I lick my lips nervously. "Let's hope..uh..I'm..less filling?" 

She just smiles wider and I lift up off the seat so she..can...do what she
..wants.

***

Projecting confidance is easy. 

Being confidant. That's hard. In a way I'm jealous of Willow. She's strung
tighter than a guitar string and I have every intent of giving her a really
good 'twang'!

But at least she's comfortable enough to be uncomfortable! Around me that is.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I don't even know why I'm doing! I've
never done this before. With...er..that is. No, absoluty nothing similar to
this in my past. Ever! 

It just..seems like a good thing to do. So..deep breath sla...no. Not the
slayer. Deep breath Summers. Gonna make love to Willow in brand new ways!

She lifts her hips and I slide her panties down, slipping them over her
ankles. 

Black lace! Impressive.

She's right there. In front of me. At eye level. New. 

It's not like I haven't seen stuff like this before...but I havn't. Not like
this. Never before like this.

She's mine. She's ..sharing..allowing..doing this for me, us, her.. it
doesn't matter. This is the first time. It'll only happen once and I have to
appreciate it..I have to treasure it..I have to..stop being so damn
introspective. 

Poor Willow's she's trying not to shake. Her hands are resting on her thighs
beside my head and I take one in each of my own hands and kiss the palms. 

"Shhhh.." I say into her hands then look up at her. "Do you trust me?"

She begins to nod, stops, seems to reconsider and decides to say her mind.

"Yes. Yeah..I mean..wow..never would have seen this coming
but..oh..but..I..y'know I should have. I mean I know I should have or
something..and..yes. Yes I do trust you Buffy. Really."

When Willow speaks her mind she speaks _all_ of it!

I like that about her.

I close my eyes and inhale carefully. I can..smell her arousal. It's..not
unappealing. I..want this..
I do. Just..like that. Musty and..rich..sweet..I.. I think that's Willow ina
way. She..reminds me..her..arousal..uh.. she's Willow.  

Yeah.

Gosh.

I lean down... I wanna go slow. Just like before. Don't want to startle her
or nothing. I lay my cheek against the bare flesh of her left thigh and just
begin to murmer. It's sooo..cool and soft against my cheek. I feel all..hot
and..and..well..duh. But it's..her thigh..is so ..relaxing. I turn my face a
bit and brush my lips across the skin. A tremor runs along her, I can see her
hands squeesing into fists. Her breathing has gotten kinda husky and strained.


I know the feeling.

I move up...kissing, licking. Where the tendon is most apparant just
below..her.. I nip it betwen my lips.
	
Willow reacts with a low, humming sound in the back of her throat. 

"Hmmmmm..." She says. "Hmmmmm...."

She's moved her hands off her thighs and is resting them on top of my head.
Her fingers glide through my hair, her nails moving back and forth over my
skin. I bet she doesn't even know what she's doing. I wonder if she's even
looking? I'm not about to stop to check. 

I stop. I need to focus..to..understand. This...is all happening so fast and
... I'm... not too sure. Gotta not get swept up but do this..because I want
too

But..I do want too. I do. I'm so now aware of just how much, how right this
is. My whole body is aching with need. Not for my own satisifaction though.
For hers. I am going to play my Willow like an instrument and make sweet
music! I'm going to rock her world and give her one hell of a memory. I'm
going to give her ..give... I'm going to have her coming and going!

Without hesiting I dive in. 

I run my tounge slowly..from the bottom to the very top. 

I never thought it would be like this.

So...soft.

So...gentle.

So...sharing and sweet.

So...so...PAINFUL!!


I break off, flapping my hands about inefectivly. "Nails Willow!" I cry.
"Nails, nails! Nails in my head! Bad! Ow! Ow! OWWW!!"

It takes a minute or two but a sense does return and I take a moment to pry
Willow's hands from off my skull. 

"Oh God." Willow pants. I look at her.

Her head is thrown back on the seat, she's staring at the ceiling but I'm
willing to bet money she doesn't see it. With her fingers pried loose from my
scalp they're now hanging listlessly at her sides. Her chest heaves as she
keeps reapeating 'oh god' over and over. 

For a second I'm worried.

Then her eyes lock with mine.

Now I'm _really_ worried!

"You stopped." Willow says quietly.

"Well...cause ..uh..your nails..and..my head..kinda..y'know.." I stammer.

"Don't stop." Willow says. "Please..please please please don't stop."

I smile, it's probably a rather silly looking grin but I can't help feel a
little proud. "That good huh?" I ask.

She shakes her head and swallows a few times. "You have no idea." She mumbles
then shoots me a wicked grin. "But if you're good I'll show you!"

Now it's my turn to swallow. "Is...is that a promise?" I hope my voice isn't
trembling. 

She slowly nods and her smile grows a very..appealing shade of 'Sneaky'. "Uh
huh." 

"Then lean back babe and.." I grimace. "Hold on to your seat, not my head. 
You're about to go for a ride!"

"Goody." She murmers.

I have to start over of course. I move to begin kissing her belly again but
her hands on my shoulders intercept me. I glance up at her.

She's looking at me with such a...she seems so hungry and..deseperate.
"Please Buffy." She whines. "No more games."

"Now?" I ask. I have to fight now a victorius grin and settle for an
aprraising look complete with raised eyebrow.

"Now." She nods.

"Your wish..." I begin.

Moving down past her belly button, I get a tweak of regret it is such a cute
navel, I give her a soft, tender kiss. The shudder that ripples down her is
anything but, her pelvis thrusts outward and I have to pull back a bit or get
clocked.

"More!" She gasps. "Please..oh please God now more!"

I oblidge her.

Right at the top, just above her clit I poke that spot with my tounge. Willow
gives another involuntary heave, not as...heftworthy as the first. I think I
hear her nails tear through the surface of the car seats. Well, better it than
my head.

Willow's breathing is nowhere near regular now. It comes in great shuddering
gasps depending on what I do. If I just touch her she lets out this brief
squeak, if I run my tounge from top to bottom or bottom to top she takes in
this big gasp and then lets it out slowly with an acompanying 'hummmm..'

I said I'd play her like an instrument but this...

Her hands have left the seat and are now, again, intwined with my hair, it's
risk but..I kinda like it. The traceing of her fingers, the squeeses. All tell
me I'm doing something right, that it's special and she wants it, wants me.
Needs me...maybe..maybe even.. I mean..I know I..that is..I think I..

Whoa! Must have done something right there! She's grabbed fistfuls of my
hair, she's not pulling it so it doesn't hurt but..

"So close.." She whines. I can tell she's speaking between clenched teeth.
"Oh God...little more..please...Buffy.."

I carefully enter her with just the tip of my index finger and curl it
upwards to stroke gently at the top of her inside, at the same time I move my
lips and caress her clit with my lips, licking it in time with the movements
of my hand. 

I ..think that should do the...

"Yes..yes...yes....yes....." She approves. "Oh God..Oh God...Buffy..."

Her head whipsnaps back against the seat and I have to move fast to hold her
down. My arms snake quicky around her legs so she can't kick away and I can
keep in contact. It's good and right and sweet and I want her to have it
forever and ever. Sides, she's good and right and sweet too. 
Did I just... well..she is. So there.

She heaves against the seat, but she never pulls at my hair even though her
legs have wrapped around me and she has her ankles locked behind me, pulling
me close. As if I'd ever pull away from her. 'Specially now.

This quiet wail echoes around me, I know it's her, it get's softer and softer
as she comes down, slowly..I havn't stopping pleaseing her. I kiss around her,
her lips, I lick her up, eat her, satisfy her. Doing it right, doing it
gently. Occasionally her wail starts to climb then ease back
down..down..down..finally quiet. 

Just her, taking deep, slow...breaths. Sorta gasping but more restful. AndI
realise, we're both gasping. I'm resting right along with her and in my own
way I'm satisifed. I've done good, I've done right and she looks so beautiful
right now. I lay my head on the soft skin of her right thigh; her skin is cool
again, no longer blazing with heat. I gaze up at her. She seems to glow. Her
head is resting sideways, eyes half open in a droopy fasion. Her fingers still
slide in my hair, slowly...slowly...and she just seems to be asleep..but not.


I think...I think...I think I do...

"Kiss me." She mumbles.

"Sure!" I chirup. "Just let me wipe.."

She yanks me up to her eye level and savagley practically swallows my head.
Her tounge dances between my teeth and I just sit there and let it. She
flickers about, tasting, kissing, sucking...I finally begin to return the kiss
and her arms ease down the back of my head, over my shoulders to rest, clasped
together around my waist. 

The kiss ends and she pulls away, I can't help it, I lean foward wanting
more. Now that she's satisifed my own desires are screaming through me witha
vengence. She intercepts me with a finger across my lips.

"Three things." She whispers while looking into my eyes. "One, I don't care
about tasting or anything. Two. Thank you, it was....beyond..anything. It
was...I can't..can't find the words." Her eyes glaze over a bit.

"And..and the third?" I ask. Yearning..wanting hoping..waiting.

"What?" She asks me innocenty.

"Willow!" I try to be threatening but to my own ears it sounds like a plea. 

"Oh..right." She nods. "Three. Now you find out what words can't tell you." 


Still demonstrating strength that belies her nature she flips me over so our
positions are reversed. She stradles my waist practically sinks her teeth into
my neck. It's sudden and ferocious, nothing like her normal behaivore. My
breath catches in my throat as totaly unexpected sensations bombard me. 

Her hands trail down my sides bypassing my tits and I feel the frustration
build, giving voice to it with a tiny whimper. I heave a bit, trying to get
some stimulation, some feeling, anything more will do. I try and brush my
chest against hers but she pulls away.

"Willow." I growl, I don't mean to but it's rolling around in the back of my
throat, my heart, my mind. The Hunger. "Stop it... please. You promised to
show me..." Now I'm whining. Greeeaaattt...

Willow pulls back and smiles imishly at me. "I did promise to show you Buffy.
Never promised to make it quick though." Funny, her smile is the same old,
adorable, Willow smile but for some reason, right now it looks a
little...sharp?

I'm in trouble.

I slowly lift my arms and cradle her cheeks in my hands. She pushes her cheek
against my palm, sorta like a cat and mumbles a bit. Almost like a purr. 

"Trust me?" She asks quietly.

"Yes." I say back and pull her in close, the kiss is soft, just lips to lips.
More of a promise of touch than actual contact. With her face less than an
inches from my own her eyes open very wide and I see a flash in her green
eyes. Her smile is wide, fierce and predatory. 

"Good." She says back. 

Before I can blink she's ducked her head and her lips are fastened around my
left breast. Again it's so damn fast! Too fast, it takes a heartbeat for my
mind to register the new feelings ping ponging along my spine. Than it plays
catchup. 

I think my brain just bounced off the top of my skull. 

I know I jumped off the seat and somehow in that split second Willow has
snagged my panties and swept them off. At least I think. When I come back down
and the stars stop popping in front of my eyes Willow, still stradling my lap,
is smirking at me, dangling my underwear from the tip of one finger. 

"All this without Slayer bonuses." She chuckles. 

I can't say anything to that. I can't say anything at all. Sure the starts
have faded away but my mind is still humming a happy tune. My whole body is
thrumming, content, still hungry but ..it..I..we..know that this is it. 

"Nn..." I think I get that out. "W...Willow." 

"Shhhhh..." She whispers coming back close to me. Her lips grace the spot
between my eyes. "Relax." 
	
Her lips trace over the rise of my nose and along it's tip. They slide lower,
jumping over my own lips to give me a peck on my chin. She moves lower,
resting her hands on my shoulders as her lips and tounge move down my throat,
over my collarbone and slowly...oh god so slowly..in the valley between my
tits. 
	
A sigh works it's way out and I let my head fall back. I close my eyes and
savor the feelings. 

She slides off my lap and I feel her crouch down on the floor. Her tounge and
lips never stop touching, moistening, kissing or licking me. Hey! I'm ticklish
in my belly button too! I did not know that!

But it doesn't bother me. 

Her hands no longer reach my shoulders and she's moved them to cup my breasts
but only for a second. Again I voice my dissapointment with a slight whine.I
hear her give a quiet giggle. 

Then...now..finally..her hands rest on my thighs. She's pushing, just a
little, a request not a demand. 
I open my legs a bit, letting her in, letting her...I mean..she can ..that
is..I'm ..I'm right there! For her. Part of me is rather emberassed. 

Did she feel this way when the roles were reversed? Cause my stomach just got
all tiny and scrunchwise. I can't seem to get enough air, my hands want to
shake right off my arms. Am I shaking? Am I trembling? I can't tell...I know
she did, but just a little. Did she feel this way and I had so little clue?
She's tougher than she looks; but I knew that already. 

I'm so nervous..and needy..and I want this and ..strangly..I want to please
her..again..but now it's my turn and she's gonna..she's about
too..she..she...

...

.......
	
..........


Stars!

And
uh...
Holy...

God...
Crashing
 
Under...
...Falling...
	
...water...

Can't..

breathe......
...don't...
care.

OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod
OhGod

!

!
!

!
!!!

!


"Buffy?"

"Buffy?"

"Come back..c'mon..."

"Wills?" I mumble.

"Hey."

First back is hearing, the roar flooding my ears finally faded. Now eyes
work. Willow is sitting beside me with a half worried, half knowing smile on
her face. That's not..all..she has on her face. 

Ah. There's feelings again. 

Oh...my. 

I've never...felt so..noodley. Like I was boiled, but in a good way. I don't
think I have a solid bone in my body. They've gone all slushy on me.
Mmmmm...but it feels so very nice. I'm so content right now. Not even Acathla
doing an encore would bother me. 

"Welcome back." Willow smiles more widely.

She's all sparkly. A knowing grin showing teeth. I lazily flop my arm around
her shoulders and pull her in for a kiss. As always, our tounges carry a merry
duel but there's a certain lazy energy now. Not opening moves but more closure
than anything else. The kiss ends and she pulls away still wearing that
knowing smirk. 

"You look like a cat that swallowed a canary." I say beeping her on the nose
with a finger.

"Meyow." She whispers. "I ate very well thank you."

"WILLOW!" I try and sit bolt upright but my muscles are all 'If you think
we're moving, you're crazy. Enjoy the buzz Summers. Enjoy the buzz.' I have
little choice but to agree.

She just giggles. "What?" She asks batting her eyelids. "We did the deed,
still can't talk the talk?"

"Gods." I groan. "I've created a monster."

"Yeppers" She agrees still grinning. Than a look of worry crosses her face.
"Uh..you're not going to stake me are you?"

"Well.." Now it's my turn to smile mischivioulsy. "Not through the heart."I
place my open hand in the vally between her breasts and delibritly slide it
down over her belly stopping just before my fingertips can slide under her
dress which is still bunched up around her waist.

Her eyes widen very much so and her she mouths a silent 'oh'. 

"Maybe something in pastels." I mumble still fingering the material of her
dress.

"That a promise?" She oozes sensuality and brings her face close to mine,
licking the tip of my nose. Our breasts mash together and it just heightens
the lazy pleasure still thrumbing about my nerves. All a jinglejangle that's
me.

"Oooo.." I laugh. "You are nasty!"

"Actually I'm thirsty." She replies. Very nochalantly too, considering we're
in the back of a rented limo, basically naked. She looks a little more demure
than I do, what with me being basically sprawled all over the back seat. 

"This thing got a bar?" I mumble trying to make myself a bit more
presentable. Willow reaches over and opens the right window with the flick of
a switch. The cool air flows inside and I revel in the sensation of it sliding
over my skin. Drying sweat and...y'know..stuff.

"Actually I does." She says and holds up a bottle. "Fruit punch?"

END-On Occasions; In a Limo






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