Repost: Feather Roads05- Risque

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We walk the roads that fate lays before us. More often than we'd like that
path is strewn with blades and teeth. Shadows with claws that try to gut us
from within, most of us struggle foward, over, under, through all these
obsticles hoping, even in the face of all evidence, that we'll be stronger for
it.

On occasion, through mercy, or mayhaps the whim of Gods needing
entertainment, allow Fate's way to be softened. Cool breezes flow over our
skin, all the living things around seem to speak to us and our existance is
not only possible but worthwhile. The road is soft and comfortable and we can
rest as we journy onward, wounds heal, blood stops and strength returns..just
so we can face the next shadowy terror with a far too wide, sharp, grin just
around the corner.

On occasion we're gifted with Feather Roads. This is theirs.


Feather Roads
Risqué


"Mmmmmm..." Willow purrs and snuggles deeper in my embrace. One of her feet
idly kicks off the end of the covers exposing our feet to the cool night air.


"Hhhhmmm..." She continues to purr. 

"I hear the sounds of a content kitty cat!" I say quietly, easing my fingers
tips under her chin and coaxing her head to tilt upward. Reluctantly, almost,
she opens her eyes slowly. 

"Meeyyooww!" She whispers and nips the tip of my ear with her lips.

I turn my head a bit and kiss her back, she deepens the kiss a bit and slips
her tounge between my teeth. I taste cinnimon, and sunshine and..heh..a bitof
myself. Whoops! Bad Slayer. 

She moans a tiny bit into the kiss as I caress her spine with the tips of my
fingers. Her back arches away from my touch and her skin gets all goospimply.


She pulls away a bit and the kiss ends, that's fine though, there are a
billion, billion more where that came from. Our foreheads meet and we remain
that way for a while, just breathing, being, y'know..loving type stuff.

"Sleepy." Willow whispers after a bit.

"Are you sleepy my Willow?" I whisper back. She nods.

"Aw. Poor Willow is sleepy." I pull her down so she's using my shoulder asa
pillow, I hear her give a contented sigh and snuggle up even closer. She
throws one leg over mine trapping them between her. She sighs again.

"This is nice." She murmers, eyes closed once more. 

"Is this nice my Willow." I humm and kiss the top of her head. "Is this nice
for my.."

Dare I? 
Heck yeah!

"Pussywillow?"

Here eyes snap open and she gives an outraged squeal. "Buffy!"

"What?" I ask her innocently. I open my eyes real wide to complete the look.
Can't laugh now, gotta keep a straight face or I'm toast. "I'm talking about
those little grey fuzzy things, y'know kind of oblong, really, really soft?
What, lover mine, were you thinking?"

She blushes a bit and looks away. "Nothin'" She admits. 

"Oh." I say. I relent a little with the teasing. I try and veer the topic a
bit from innduendoes to ..

"I wish I did have a pussywillow." I mumble. "Something soft for this very
soft skin." And I trace small white lines along the flesh of her back.

"But you do have a pussywillow." She whispers back to me, lifting her eyes
again to meet my own. "She's right here!" And leans foward to catch my lips
once more as it's my turn to be shocked speechless. It takes me a few seconds
to react to the kiss but I'm soon giving as good as I'm getting, and it's
so..so..very, very good.

Finally I break off the kiss. "Willow!" I gasp. "You're such an evil little
witch!"

"You betcha!" She chirrups with a nod to emphasise her total agreement.

She puts her head back down on my shoulder, closes her eyes and, I'm
guessing, drifts off to sleep.

This is one of many, many, reasons I love her so, and like her. You can love
someone and not like them, believe me, I know. You can even love them and
still hate them with all the ...well..hate them a heck of a lot. But I like
her, and love her. One reason is she can be ..just such a surprise. One minute
timid, the next wanton then back to timid. Best of all she isn't even aware
she's doing it. It's just her, part and parcel, an aspect of the whole
redheaded, hewbrew, wiccan chunk of goodness I have in my arms. 

Like? Definetly.
Love? Eternally.

	
So here we are. In my bedroom. The window beside us is open to let in the
fresh air, an occasional cloud moves across the sky, I can tell, as the
moonlight shining through fades in and out every once in a while. We're both
lying on one half of my big ol' bed. We got so used to sharing such a tiny bed
back at the dorms that I guess it's a hard habit to break. We either stick to
one side of my queenie or the other. Always together, always in contact. Going
all the way to hold each other the whole night long, or, at the very least a
hand resting on a thigh, or someone's back. We're always touching in one way
or the other. 

I look around the room. Mr. Gordo my guard piggy is in his place, the alarm
clock properlly functioning for the summer. Meaning that it's unplugged and
tossed in the corner. Bad, evil alarm clock! For the next few weeks you are
dead! Whooha! Clothes are scattered around the room. Well..mine are. Willow
always insists on folding hers and putting them in a small neat pile. I think
she does it to annoy me, all it really does is make me...uhmm..hungry. Cause,
she takes em' off one at a time. First the shirt, folds it, dress, pants,
whatever, fold that, pick up the shirt, lay the pants, skirt..again whatever,
down, put the shirt on top, reach behind and really arch the back to unclasp
her bra...fold that and..bend OVER to put it on top of her shirt. 

She's a natural striptease. 

Usually by that point I'm having a very diffilcult time remembering to
breathe. 

But that was a while ago. Now we're just resting, or..she is. I'm thirsty.I
move very, very, slowly, reaching over her sleeping form, I think she's
asleep, to my bedstand for the glass of water I know is there. Carefully,
carefully, while it would be fun to hear her scream if I dropped some wateron
her, the resulting suspension of smoochie n' snuggles priviledges would be not
so much fun.

	
I tilt the glass and beging to drink.

"Y'know why I like being naked with you Buffy?"

It is only through Slayer training I do not spit the contents of my mouth
clear across the room. Really. Slayer training, natch.

I swallow..choke... gasp.. and finally can speak.

"Say..say that bit again?" I ask Willow.

She's kind enough not to laugh at me.

"Do you know what I like about being naked with you?" She says again. She's
got this impish smile, like ..I dunno. Just..wide eyes, broad grin with ..it's
just lovely. Trust me on this okay?

"You mean," I cough. "You mean from beside the obvious?"

"Oh the obvious is groovy." She says nochalantly. "Beyond groovy in fact.
It's groovin' past groovy, well on it's way to stupendous, rightious, with
just a smidgen of heavenly."

"A smidgen?" I question with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, just a teensieset bit more than a smidgen." And she holds her thumb
and finger apart a few centimeters.

I shake my head, set the glass aside and grab her, spinning her over so I'm
on top looking down on her. 

"Okay then." I say. Our noses even less far apart than her fingers were a
second ago ago. "Tell me why you like being naked with me." I can smell her
breathe, it's hot n'sweet..and..ready. 

A few beads of sweat just appeared on her upper lip. I've very tempted to
lick them off.

"It's..because..." She gasps out, she then hmmm in ..pleasure I hope!
Probably because I'm running my finger tips along her sides with my left hand
while the fingers of my right slowly slide along the edge of her ear. 

"Yes?" I hiss.

"We're the same height now."

Ohh..kay..that was unexepected. I don't stop what I'm doing, Nothing could
stop me now, but it does kind of ...distract me a bit. What did I tell ya,
she's a bundle of surprises. 

"Come again?" I ask helpfully. 

Her eyes are closes and she whimpers a bit when I give a lazy pinch to her
ear.

"You're the Slayer." She whispers. "So tall and strong, and powerful and
beautiful. Larger than life. Hmmm....tease." 

I've snaked my left hand down, paste her waise and am slowly tracing circles
with two fingers on the back of her thigh. She lifts her knee a few inches
to...help.

"And?" I ask still stroking her skin, I lean down to her untouched ear and
take the tip between my teeth, squeezing just the littlest bit, then, after
letting it go, blow cool air across the flesh, over her ear, along the backof
her neck. I love watching the hair stand up. She just gives a little gasp and
shifts, raising her right leg and crossing it over me, using it, and her arms,
to pull me against her. 

"Now..though." She still has her eyes closed. "Now your Buffy. My Buffy.
Forever n'ever my Buffy. We're the same height now."

And I understand what she's talking about. Perfectly. Clarity. And I have
another fantastic reason to lover her, and like her, and cherish her and...I
just love surprises.

"Yeah.." I whisper into her ear. "Yeah we are." 

It's my turn to purr and arch my back, as her own nails start moving in lazy
and exotic patterns over my back musles. One finger pauses to trace the
outline of a few small scars, she knows where they all are by heart and,
despite being made from pain, now she uses them for pleasure. Mine.

"You know what." She begins to say. I pay half attention. Most of my mind is
singing with sensation. I'm all goosepimply now...goosepimply and hot and
..and...content yet hungry and..mmm..lots of 'MMMmmm-factor' pouring through
me.

"Wh..what?" I manage to get out. Damn she's good. I rest my forehead against
her, all the strength is just pooling away from me, I feel all noodley too. 

"There's another reason I like being naked with you." She says between kisses
to my face, my eyes, ears...fingers are still moving, hers I mean. I've..sorta
fallen behind.

"Why's that?" I say. More sigh really. I'm the kitty cat now. Purrrr...

"Can't tell you." Willow says, her fingers have moved down my back, and now
it's my turn to be teased by the edges of nails along the back of my thighs
and upward and down.

"Uh..uh...mm..why?" I say.

"Have to show you!" And my eyes shoot open as her hands suddenly clasp my
face, she lifts her face to meet my own and I the subsequent is...just so
tempting!

With a burst of strength Willow flips me over back onto ..uh..my back without
breaking the kiss. Hands, tounge...hunger. Everything. 

"Yessss.." I moan into her mouth. "Show me!"

God I love how she surprises me.



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