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Subject: ~Buffy*Wants*Willow~ RoundRobin Chapter 19-Red Willow
Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 01:25:38 -0000
chapter 19
Red Willow
NC-17!
Buffy couldn't wipe the huge grin off her face. It had been plastered
there ever since her talk with Willow and Tara. She had her Willow
back. She had Tara, and the three of them had sorted through all the
blame, the guilt and anger that they'd carried around in the time
that the young red headed witch was gone. Now they could move on,
become one, and finally be happy again.
Buffy couldn't believe this was all really happening. How long, she
had she had feelings for Willow, yet never let herself examine those
feelings, never let herself even ponder any "what ifs." In the years
that she knew Willow, Buffy continued to try to lose herself, and her
feelings, in the men that had passed through her life. Each one
offering her something that she knew could never measure up to what
she held in her heart for Willow. And now she had Tara as well, and
the feelings that the blonde witch instilled in her did measure up
and made the Slayer wobble on shaky legs at the thought that she
could be so lucky to find two such wonderful women that loved her.
Walking across the dark campus, watchful of any movement around her,
the Slayer tried to dampen her exhilaration in order to stay focused,
yet her mind continued to wander to thoughts of the time she shared
with Tara? and then to images and hopes of what being with both Tara
and Willow could be like. Buffy had to shake her head more than once
to clear the steamy thoughts from her mind.
"Come on Summers, get a grip. We have work to do."
She took a left, following the cement pathway that zigzagged across
the plush greenery of the campus lawns, and continued in her watch,
both as security for UC Sunnydale, and protector of the human race.
***
They worked quickly. Three of Damien Bester's, sent to retrieve one
of the ten "Gifts" that would unleash hell on earth.
Tucked safely away, and undetected until now in the UC Sunnydale
Anthropology Department's small museum, the palm-sized, lapis disk
sat quietly in its case. A square, white note card next to it read:
Lapis Lazuli. Early Artwork. Use Unknown. Date Unknown.
In the time since its discovery in the late 1980's, no one had been
able to read an accurate date on it, or find anywhere, in any text,
as to what it could be. Many professors in the department had doubted
highly that it was a mere form of artwork. Lapis had been used in
Ancient Egypt for sacred statues and ceremonies, and though it was
not impossible to find in North America, Lapis was not native. Some
had suggested sending it to experts in other areas of the country,
but this being Sunnydale, no one wanted to attract attention. No one
wanted to invite trouble, especially if the disk did indeed turn out
to be more than just early art.
The disk in question was approximately an inch and a half thick,
solid as far as anyone could tell, and measured four inches across.
There was a hole in the middle of the disk, not even big enough to
slide a pencil through, and from there began a line etched deeply
into the dark stone, curving to the left and circling the disk 10
times until it met with the edge. Twelve rectangular squares
protruded from around the side of the disk, centered between top and
bottom, not more than a half an inch thick, and an inch wide.
Without mouths to speak, the minions shadowed the walls, keeping
close, until they reached their destination. The lead pointed with
one long scraggly finger to the case, seeing more with his mind, than
white eyes allowed him. The two behind him moved without noise save
for the shift of their black gowns across the white tiled floor. The
case rested against the far wall, housing many other stone artifacts
found in and around the Sunnydale area.
The "gift" sat black and silent in the dark room, waiting for its
time of use once again. Though there was no illumination to light its
features, it glowed a soft iridescent as the hooded figures
approached it, sending soft blue shadows across the wall and
reflecting back off the glass of the large classroom window to the
left of the case.
The case was opened and the stone disk removed, disappearing beneath
the gown of the lead. Without a gesture, the dark minions followed
their leader back down the corridor, successful in their simple, yet
terribly important task.
***
Willow sat on the couch, nervous still though things had gone
smoothly, and much better than she had ever imagined among the three
women, and waited for Tara to return with hot, herbal tea. She was
tired, feeling drained from the anxiety and excitement at meeting
with Tara and then Buffy, but knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. She
wouldn't be able to close her eyes and welcome sweet slumber until
she saw Buffy arrive home safely, until she could feel the thin
blonde in her arms one more time to concrete their kiss from earlier.
She worried about seeing Dawn and Xander again too. She left without
a word to any of them, yet they had all wanted her back. Tara and
Buffy forgave her, but would the Slayer's sister be willing to do the
same? Willow knew she hurt Dawn, had dragged her to Rack's without a
thought of her safety, despite the questions and concern Dawn had
shot her way. She was sorry for her actions, so sorry it hurt her to
the bone, but she ran instead of making amends. Ran in order to stop
causing her friends pain. Ran from her guilt.
Now she was back and in the house she'd called home with Tara, Buffy,
and Dawn so long ago before her magic abuse hurt the ones she loved.
Dawn was at a friend's house and not expected back until much later.
That was fine with Willow, because as much as she loved Dawn and
wanted to see her again, wanted to tell the youngest Summers just how
sorry she was, and ask for forgiveness, Willow was terrified of
meeting with her.
"And Xander must be so angry with me for just leaving?" Willow
thought, guiltily.
"What are you thinking?" Tara asked, placing the steaming mug on the
table in front of the red head.coffee "Oh." Willow smiled, thankful
for the other witch's return. "Nothing really. "A little o-
overwhelming, isn't it?" Just tired."
Tara sipped the hot liquid, savoring the spice of cinnamon, never
taking her eyes from Willow.
"Oh yeah? everything is? so confusing. This prophesy business
especially." "I know. I w-wish there was more we knew." "Well,
research girl's back now?"
Willow trailed off, remembering her early days in the Scoobie gang,
when everything seemed so simple. She knew who the bag guys were. She
worked alongside the Slayer to defeat them. Somehow she got it all
mixed up and started blurring the line between being a good guy and
being the bad.
"Hey." Tara placed her hand on Willow's arm, pulling her attention
back again. "Everything's going to work out."
Willow turned and looked Tara directly in the eyes. Her green orbs
were brimming with tears, ready to spill. The worry and doubt in
those eyes made the blonde's heart ache with compassion and love.
"Do you really think so?" The red head asked.
Tara touched Willow's cheek, softly, her fingers warm and comforting.
"Yes. I do." She leaned forward and kissed each of Willow's eyes,
feeling the warm tears on her lips as the red head swallowed back her
urge to cry and fell against the warmth of the blonde. "About
everything." She added, cupping the other girl's face along her jaw
line.
Tara knew Willow wasn't just worried about the prophecy and the very
large and in charge evil they were going to have to face. She still
hadn't seen Dawn or Xander and even though Tara knew that all would
be forgiven, that both would just be happy to have their Willow back,
she couldn't deny that it would be very hard on all parties involved.
Tara kissed Willow's temple, first once then two more before moving
across her forehead and down the bridge of her nose. Tiny, soft
kisses of comfort. Her full lips pressing into the pale features of
her love only briefly before moving on. She inhaled deeply, the
solely Willow scent she knew so well and smiled against the warm skin
as the red head wrapped her arms around the blond and pulled her
closer.
"I missed you." Willow whispered, nuzzling Tara's neck.
The blonde said nothing, opting instead to tip the smaller girl's
head back so that they could look into each other's eyes.
"I love you, Will. I never stopped."
And with that, Tara seized Willow's lips with her own and kissed her
with all the passion she'd been holding in since their kiss in the
back of the Magic Box.
***
Pastor Conway tapped the eraser end of his pencil against the tip of
his nose.
"If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not
in us." He scribbled a few short notes on the yellow legal pad in
front of him.
He picked up the stained coffee mug to the left of the pad and with a
grimace, gulped down the rest of the lukewarm liquid. On the side of
the mug was a picture of a cross and the words, "God is Great!"across
it. Below that was printed, "First Lutheran Church of Midway, Md."
"And the truth shall set you free." He whispered, pushing himself
away from the small pine desk.
Gathering his books and notes, Pastor Conway switched off the lights
in his office and headed out through the vestibule. He stopped to
rummage in his pocket for the church keys when he heard a large crash
from within the sanctuary.
"What-?" He turned quickly and opened the large, dark oak doors.
Fifty-two rows of pews on either side of a red runner were between
him and the area just in front of the alter. The Twelve Stations of
the Cross were colored into the glass lining the walls, mocking
Conway as he stood, unable to move.
The top of the alter, a large marble piece brought from a burned out
church in some forgotten German city, lay in three pieces. The dust,
visible, even in dim lighting, still lingered in the air. Conway
looked on as three hooded figures moved about the alter, digging
through the apparently hollowed bottom piece.
Finally gaining his voice and his ability to move, the Pastor dropped
his books and notes and began a swift run up the center aisle.
"Hey!" was all he cried, though his mind whirled around obscenities,
pleas, and threats.
The sanctuary was washed with a soft blue light as one hooded figure
removed a round, blue, glowing disk from within the alter base. There
was no noise aside from the muted meeting of Conway's patent leather
shoes and the red carpeting as he ran toward the three dark figures,
hardly washed in blue themselves.
"What is that?!" He screamed as he neared them. "What are you doing?"
The disk disappeared underneath garment quickly before all three of
Bester's minions surrounded the pastor. He swallowed, the sweat
breaking out on his forehead, as he realized for the first time, that
he was not dealing with neighborhood vandals and thieves. These men
were not normal, perhaps not human. He could barely make out their
features under the dark hoods in the dim light of the church, but
their eyes were completely white, seeming to stare through him,
rather than at him.
As they circled him, Pastor Conway recited Psalm 7 quietly to
himself, his fear and knowledge that he would die, giving way to his
faith in God.
"Oh Lord my God, I take refuge in you; save and deliver me from all
who pursue me?" He followed their stalk with his eyes, excepting his
fate. "Lest like a lion they tear me in pieces and snatch me away
with none to deliver me?"
First one, then the two remaining withdrew daggers slowly and
silently. The blades gleamed in the dusk that had settled so still
around the praying man. Centuries of blood and murder echoed through
the cool steel as the daggers were raised and the hooded figures
moved closer.
"God is my shield and defense; he is the savior of the true in
heart." Pastor Conway continued.
They took their time, enjoying the smell of fear that wafted off the
praying man of God. They enjoyed their tasks when it lead to this,
the thrill of bloodshed. And as Pastor Gregory Conway screamed his
last plea to his God, Damien Bester's minions basked in their reward.
***
They barely made it up the stairs. Hands and mouths sought access,
aggressive and needy in their pursuit. Soft moans and whispers,
begging for more, for now, drifted around them as they made it to the
bedroom they once shared. Clothes came off hastily, both women eager
to be free of the confining articles, needing to feel flushed flesh
against flesh.
Thigh to thigh, stomach to stomach, and breast to breast they stilled
and lay silent on the bed. Willow looked down into Tara's large,
soulful eyes and blinked back tears,overwhelmed at the intensity of
her need for the blonde. She knew this was happening, that she was
going to be making love with this beautiful woman she loved and had
missed terribly. Part of her brain though, kept knocking around the
awful idea that none of this was really happening, that she would
wake up in L.A. without a hope of reuniting with any of her friends.
"Don't cry, Will." Tara whispered. "I'm sorry, I-its? its just
that?" Tara, knowing her Willow all too well, knew she had to quiet
Willow's fears and make love to her the best she could in order to
make her feel safe, feel wanted, and loved. She needed to make sure
Willow knew how much she wanted her. Wanted to make love, and wanted
to be with her forever.
"Shh?" Tara reached up and placed her long index finger on Willow's
lips. "I know you're s-scared and worried. Maybe you think th-this
isn't really happening?"
Willow blushed at how well Tara could read her.
"It is, baby. You're here? with me." Tara let her hands slide down
the red head's neck and shoulders. "And I love you, Will."
Her fingertips traced lazy lines down Willow's back, making the witch
shiver. Willow's body trembled for the hot figure beneath her. Her
sex yearned to feel Tara's touch, to know the blonde witch again
after all this time spent apart.
"I love you too, baby."
Willow met Tara's mouth, opening quickly to allow for curious
tongues. They kissed at length, slow and deep, swallowing each
other's moans as they let their hands roam freely over each other's
bodies. Their passion flared, conquering any doubts or fears either
of them held about their union.
Tara tried roll the red head onto her back, but Willow had other
plans.
"Uh-uh?" Willow grinned and pushed Tara back on the bed, restraining
her wrists. "Let me?" she whispered and Tara relaxed under the
pressure.
Willow moved between Tara's legs, pressing into her sex as she kissed
down the blonde's neck, licking and sucking the soft flesh into her
mouth. She let go of Tara's wrists and found Tara's bountiful
breasts instead. She trailed her fingers over the stiff peeks,
causing ragged groans. The blond wound her fingers through Willow's
red mane, pulling the hair slightly as she enjoyed the tiny bites and
kisses her lover was leaving across her chest.
Tara arched her back, pushing her breasts up to meet Willow's mouth
as the red head's tongue circled her nipple.
"Oh? I missed you?" Tara moaned in response to the touch.
Willow smiled around the stiff flesh before sucking it harshly into
her mouth and grazing it with her teeth.
"Oh!" Tara arched up again, and found her own stiff flesh to
manipulate when her free hand found Willow's small, pert breast.
The red headed witch moved back and forth, licking and sucking first
one nipple, then the other. Tara writhed beneath her, her breathing
becoming labored as her wet sex throbbed in need. She pushed her hips
up, trying to create more friction, to gain more pressure even though
what she really wanted was Willow's hand, wanted her fingers inside
her.
Willow slid her hand down Tara's side, traced her fingers along the
curves of soft flesh until her hand found the blonde's inner thigh
and stroked there gently. She teased with feather light whispers,
noting the moisture her fingers caught as they snaked over Tara's
trimmed sex.
"Please?" Tara moaned, moving to meet Willow's hand. "It's been so
long?"
Cupping the blonde's sex roughly, and eliciting a loud moan from
parted full lips, Willow raised herself up, away from Tara's body and
looked down at the beautiful body below her.
"You want this?" She asked, pressing into Tara with the palm of her
hand. "Oh Goddess! Yes!" Tara writhed, pushing against the hand that
held power over her. "Tell me?" Willow ducked her head and pulled at
Tara's nipple with her teeth.
"Oh! Ohh? please?" Tara bit her bottom lip, moved her hips, and
gripped the sheets on either side of her as the pleasure and pain of
Willow's rough touches passed through her.
Willow pressed harder, her fingers sinking into the swollen wet folds
she knew so well.
"Please, what?" she asked, kissing lightly along the valley between
the blonde's breasts.
"Please Willow? please touch me? m-make love to me?"
Without another word, without further teasing, Willow slid her
fingers into Tara easily, pushing in as far as she could.
Tara pushed her hips down to meet her lover's touch, sighing in
pleasure. She'd dreamt about this union since leaving Willow, the
red head always causing her skin to flush, her heart to pound, and
her sex to swell and weep in hungry need.
They moved together in rhythm, Willow's fingers sliding in and out of
Tara's velvety chamber slow and steady as the blonde's hips rose to
meet the thrusts. They became lost in each other; their pleasure,
both giving of and receiving, manifesting in a chorus of moans and
sighs that rose up between them.
Adding a third finger, the red headed witch quickened her pace and
thrust deeper, stretching the blonde around her fingers.
"Oh yes!" Tara cried out, grabbing Willow's shoulder and sinking her
nails into the pale, freckled skin.
Willow swiped her thumb back and forth over Tara's engorged button,
causing the blonde to buck her hips, meeting the hard thrusts that
were causing nothing but pleasure to travel and spread throughout her
body. When she felt her orgasm swell in her belly, she threw her
head back, moaning loudly.
Willow felt the tension, knew Tara was on the edge. She slammed her
fingers into the blonde, her thumb sliding up and over her hard nub
at the same time. Two, three, four quick, thrusts and Tara was
arching up off the bed, screaming out her release.
***
Buffy hadn't gotten far when she saw three figures emerge from the
Anthropology building. Something about the black, hooded gowns told
her all was not right.
"Hey!" The Slayer shouted as she neared them.
The three turned calm and confidant in their task, to face her.
"I don't think you're supposed to be in there." Buffy offered with a
raised eyebrow, gesturing toward the building. "And those robes do
nothing for you." She added, realizing she wasn't dealing with anyone
belonging to the student population.
The three hooded figures moved slowly, stalking her with their dark,
silence.
"Okay, let's just get this over with, shall we?"
Buffy wasn't in the mood to play around. If these were just another
bunch of demons out to perform a ritual to end the world, she wanted
to kill them quick and move on.
When the blades were drawn she acted quickly, jumping up in the air
and doing a side-kick to the one closest to her, swiftly knocking him
back. The dagger fell from his grasp. The Slayer turned quickly,
squatted to miss an attack by the second and swept her leg along the
ground, effectively laying the third on his back.
The first one reached his dagger, but not before Buffy flipped the
second on to his back as well, gaining a blade for herself. She slit
his throat quickly, jumped up, did a roundhouse, boot hitting squishy
flesh, and dropped the first back down. The second's attack caught
her along the shoulder as she was turning, cutting her uniform shirt
in one straight line. She grimaced, but anger won out over pain and
as the blade came down for another swipe at her, she caught the dark
figure's arm, twisting it. When she heard the snap of bone she
brought her leg up, kicking the minion in his head, then twisted his
arm back around, burying the dagger he held in his chest.
She turned to see the first creature backing away slowly, unsure now.
"Oh no you don't"
She attacked swiftly, catching him off guard again with her speed.
She pummeled his head with her fists, pushing him against the
building wall. He tried to reach her with his dagger, but she blocked
his attack and knocked it from his grasp. He wrapped his hand around
her throat and squeezed with a mighty force. She strained against
him, wanting to keep him alive to ask questions, but needing more, to
survive.
She brought her knee up, connecting with his stomach, but that only
made his grip tighten. For lack of anything better to do, the Slayer
pressed her thumbs into his demon eyes, using as much force as she
could muster until she felt them give way, melting around her fingers.
The minion stumbled back, releasing his grasp on her. He turned as if
to run. Buffy leapt and shoulder charged him onto the ground. They
landed with a loud thud. She couldn't keep him restrained however, as
he continued to struggle and make his way from her grasp.
"Damn!" She thought, hoping to get a few questions answered. She
realized though, that there was going to be no end to this fight
unless one of them was dead.
The Slayer gained ground and seized his head, twisting harshly until
she heard the familiar snap of vertebrae. She let his dead body
crumple to the ground, rolled off him, onto her back and finally let
herself breath again. Her throat hurt like hell, and she knew she'd
have bruises there, even if they'd be gone by the morning.
She moved her flashlight over the still forms on the ground as he
massaged the bruised flesh of her neck. None of them had mouths to
answer her questions anyway, she noted. Then she saw it. Not more
than three feet from where she had dropped the last creature, there
lay a stone disk, glowing iridescent in the beam of the flashlight.
"Well, what have we got here." Buffy questioned.
She picked up the disk and felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
Somehow she knew that this disk held power, was a tool of some kind.
She could practically hear the scream of peoples from centuries past
and it almost made her drop the object in fright.
"I guess its research time?"
***
Willow fell back onto the tangled sheets, sweaty and spent.
Tara, a slick grin on her face, moved up the red head's body, leaving
soft kisses along her flat stomach, her firm breasts, the valley in
between, and ending finally with Willow's mouth.
"Mmm? I love that." Willow sighed when the kiss ended. "I love you."
Tara countered, snuggling in beside her lover, one arm wrapped around
the slimmer figure's waste. "I love you, Tara? so much." "I missed
you, Will." Tara kissed Willow's cheek and nuzzled her neck. "I
know." Willow swallowed back the fresh lump in her throat. "I-I
missed you. You and Buffy. All of you."
Tara didn't say anything, only wrapped her arms around her fellow
witch and held her tight. They lay silent for a few minutes,
comfortable in the post-coital bliss of their love-making.
"Tara?"
"Yeah?" Tara turned her face to look at the questioning girl.
"What about us? I-I mean? about Buffy? a-and us?"
"Oh."
Tara didn't know what to say, how to answer the questions that only
the three of them could figure out, together. The Slayer and the two
witches loved each other, that was clear to see. Tara and Buffy had
already been intimate, and Tara definitely wanted to do that again.
"Except, maybe we'll take the clothes off next time?" She thought to
herself.
She knew Willow and Buffy would want to make love. The thought of the
two women she loved in each other's arms made her body ache. But
would they be able to work out the three of them, having sex,
together?
Willow's mind kept drifting to the kiss she shared with Buffy
earlier. The way their lips had met, broken away and met again,
massaging and teasing. Their tongues met tentatively at first, as if
to ask permission before delving deeper. Willow's body began to hum
in a gentle arousal, causing her nipples to stiffen and her heat to
grow damp. She had loved Buffy for so long and lusted after her in
embarrassed secrecy. There was no end to the stockpile of fantasies
she had about the Slayer.
"You want to be with her, don't you?" Asked Tara, trailing her finger
up between Willow's breasts.
Willow smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations Tara's
fingers caused her.
"You know I do. Don't you?"
"Oh, yes." Tara met Willow's lips one more, kissing her softly. "I
want you both."
Willow groaned at the seductive tone of voice coming from her lover.
"Then I guess we'll have to get Buffy in this bed then, won't we?"
Willow said playfully, running her hands up Tara's stomach and
tracing her fingers along the soft curve of her breast.
Tara shivered. Her arousal spiked again at the thought of Willow and
Buffy sharing her bed.
"Definitely."
end