Fic: Triune (28/?) B/W/T NC-17

["TheBear" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Triune

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5

Pairing: Buffy/Willow/Tara (Some of the other Scoobies might get a
little some-some as well)

Summary: Ends the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The new
Triad deals with an angry Hellgod and new relationships are on the
horizon

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! I Love BDSM. I Love chains and whips. I love
Sex! If any of these gives you the wiggins, then so will this story.
(Mmm, sweet, sweet NC17 in part 29)

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

========== BtVS ==========

Part 29

========== BtVS ==========

"What do we do now?" Joyce Summers asked her lover with a fearful note
to her voice.

Rupert Giles walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his hands together to
get the last bit of moisture that the towel missed. His internal
ramblings caused him to miss his lover's question. 

'More blood on your hands, Ripper,' he thought with a grimace, even
while his inner predator howled in delight at being allowed to come out
and play for the first time in many years. 'How do I face her after
what I've done, what I've had to do?' he agonized.

"Rupert?" Joyce asked again, this time laying her hand on his arm to get
his attention.

"Yes?" Giles asked, startled by the contact. His eyes met hers only
briefly before dropping down again.

"Rupert, are you alright?" Joyce asked, her voice suddenly filled with
concern as well as fear.

Giles snorted slightly as he thought, 'Right as rain!' 

He glanced toward the room containing the captured knight. After
putting Dawn to bed with several cups of brandied tea in her, he had
returned to that room to get the rest of the story from the knight.
'Unfortunately in the end, trickery and a truth spell weren't sufficient
to pry loose his tongue.'

Bringing his attention back to his lover, he thought, 'Sadly, I'm less
bothered by the torture, than I am by the thought of you ever finding
out just what I've had to do.' Out loud he said, "I apologize, Joyce.
I fear that I am somewhat distracted. What was your question?"

Joyce was silent for a moment, then her grip on his arm tightened and
she said, "Rupert, look at me."

Giles forced himself to school his features into their normal, placid
appearance, and dragged his gaze up to meet hers. Seeing the love
shining there almost broke his resolve. He swallowed heavily, trying to
push down the lump in his throat that sorrow and rage had formed.
"Joyce, I..."

Joyce covered his lips with the fingers of her free hand and
interrupted, "Rupert, I don't know what happened in there. what you had
to do to get the information we need... I probably don't want to know.
But I know that you did what you had to do to protect Dawn and myself."
She moved her fingers from his mouth to cup his cheek as she continued,
"I can tell that it was bad; that it's hurting you. I don't know what
to say to make it better, but I do know that I love you, and I'm so
grateful that you're here to take care of us and protect us!"

Giles could feel a tear slip from his eye, echoing the moisture he could
see welling up in hers. "Oh Joyce." he said, his voice ragged with
emotion.

"Rupert, that. monster wanted to murder my little girl! Whatever
happened in there," she said, gesturing toward the room containing the
captured knight, "He brought it on himself!" 

Giles pulled Joyce into a fierce embrace. He felt overwhelmed with
emotion, thinking, 'I'm not certain what I've done to deserve such a
wonderful woman as you Joyce, but I shall spend the rest of my life
trying live up to it!'

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes and, his voice laden
with emotion, he whispered, "I do so love you Joyce Summers!"

Giles couldn't help but smile as Joyce's lower lip began to quiver and
her eyes let go the tears she'd been holding back. He leaned in and
tenderly kissed her- caressing her lips with his own as he communicated
his emotion and love to her. 'Good Lord, how I have missed this.' 

He forced aside the worry that came with extending his heart to someone-
both times in recent years that he had done so, it had ended badly.
First with Jenny Calendar being killed by a monster; and second with
Olivia being driven off by monsters. 'I must do a better job this time
around!' he decided, resolving to protect Joyce and her daughters with
his life.

Finally after untold minutes of kissing, Joyce pulled away and asked,
"So, what do we do now? Do we need to leave? Do they know where we
are? Are more coming?" Her voice once again was laced with fear and
worry.

Giles led the distraught blonde over to the couch and sat her down. "I
believe that we are safe here, for now. While it seems our attackers
did find this place, they didn't communicate that fact to anyone else.
In fact, it seems they have been unable to reach any of their
compatriots in Sunnydale as of late."

"They're in Sunnydale?" Joyce asked, the worry in her voice
undiminished.

"It would appear that a group of perhaps a hundred knights had indeed
taken up residence in Sunnydale, however they are unaware that Buffy and
the others have relocated," he tried to reassure her.

"But when they come back?" Joyce asked with a quaver in her voice as she
wrung her hands together.

Taking her hands between his own, Giles said, "We will send Willow a
message, and make sure they know not to return to the house, or to any
other place known to the knights. However, that precaution may be
unnecessary. Either the knights have moved out of Sunnydale, without
contacting their team here- a possibility that I find unlikely- or."

"Or what?" Joyce asked anxiously, her eyes searching his face as thought
trying to find the reassurance she needed. 

"It may be that they met up with Glorificus," he said. 'No need to
explain what that would mean.' he mused.

Joyce silently contemplated their joined hands for a moment.

Giles had conflicting emotions himself on that issue. 'On the one hand,
I should be horrified at the thought of Glory slaughtering a hundred
humans; on the other, those humans are all seeking to kill Dawn, and
anyone else who would stand in their way.'

Joyce's head tilted back up and, looking him dead in the eyes, she
whispered, "Rupert, How did they know? How did they know where to find
us? How did they know that Dawn."

Giles sighed and took off his glasses, letting go her hands in order to
perform his standard cleaning ritual. "I don't know Joyce. Apparently
someone came to his superiors with information, someone he referred to
only as 'the traitor.' After that meeting, he was instructed to take
two men to Las Vegas and begin searching for us. He was told that the
Key was the little girl under the protection of the Slayer's Watcher;
however it appeared that they weren't entirely certain that the
information was credible. They didn't entirely trust the traitor, but
couldn't pass up the opportunity."

"Who could have betrayed us?" Joyce asked in horror. "Who would do such
a thing?"

Giles shook his head, "Unfortunately, the more important question is not
who would, but rather who could?"

"What do you mean?" Joyce asked, her face displaying her confusion.

"Only we ourselves and Quinton knew that we are in Las Vegas, and while
I wouldn't put it past Quinton to try and take Dawn's life if he knew
she was The Key, the fact is that he does not know that," Giles
explained.

"Can you be sure of that?" Joyce asked.

Giles finished his ritual and slipped his glasses back onto his face.
"Quinton Travers is an arrogant ass, and a generally poor example of
humanity, but he is not a skilled liar. As of our conversation
yesterday, I can be certain that he did not know about Dawn's origins.
If he had, he wouldn't have sent the Knights of Byzantium, he'd have
sent a council team. And, frankly speaking, we'd have been less likely
to have survived the encounter."

"But. who else besides us knows about Dawn?" Joyce asked.

"Therein lies the problem," Giles said with a sigh. "Only our immediate
group knows about Dawn. Even Angel's group has been kept in the dark-
they know that you and I and Dawn have The Key, they don't know that she
is The Key."

Joyce lifted up Giles arm and snuck under it, cuddling herself up
against him, apparently seeking more comfort than his words carried.
"What do we do now?"

Giles held his lover close to him and kissed the top of her head, then
rested his cheek upon it as he softly answered back, "We stay here,
inside where it is safe, until we know the outcome of tomorrow's
battle."

"Is it safe here? What if." Joyce began.

"Shh," Giles interrupted her. "This place is very safe. It would take
a powerful mage or witch to breach the barrier without knowing the exact
combination of spells- which only I know, now that Ethan's gone. The
knights do not utilize magic- they believe all magic, and magic users,
to be 'spawn of the devil'," he said with a dry chuckle at the knights'
ignorance. Even if they were interested in coming after Dawn, The
council doesn't employ anyone of sufficient power to breach it." He
trailed off as he heard a slight snore coming from Joyce.

'Stress exhaustion.' he thought. 'I should get up and.' his thought's
tapered off as she snuggled up even tighter to him in her sleep.
'Perhaps I'll just stay right here,' he decided.

========== BtVS ==========

Tara gently kissed the pale, freckled skin on the nape of her
girlfriend's neck as the redhead shuddered and quivered through her
orgasm. "I've got you, sweetie!" she whispered as she held her lover
tightly. 

They were laying on their hotel bed. Tara spooned up against Willow's
back. The blonde had her arms around the redhead, one hand cupping her
small, shapely breast- the other cupping her sex. Her right leg was
propping up Willow's, allowing her hand to roam freely over the
redhead's wet, swollen flesh. 

Willow's hands were cuffed to the headboard so that Tara could enjoy her
lover's body as slowly as she wanted, with no 'assistance' from the
impatient redhead.

"See, sweetie? Wasn't it nice to go slow?" Tara asked impishly. 'I do
love hearing you beg and whine!' she thought, suppressing a mischievous
chuckle as she teased her lover.

"Oh, Goddess!" Willow sighed as she panted to get her breath back. "You
are a wicked, wicked witch, Tara MacLay! I thought I was going to die
there for a while!" she exaggerated.

Tara did laugh at that. "Well, la petite mort, any way."

Willow shivered as Tara slowly withdrew her fingers from the red witch's
slick heat. "Not so petite!" she huffed.

"I would have thought you were used to it," Tara said with a smile and
another soft kiss to the nape of Willow's neck. "My cruel little Slayer
makes you wait forever to cum sometimes!" Immediately images of Willow
writhing and straining as Buffy put her through her paces ran through
the blond witch's mind. 'Oh goddess, I love watching that!

"Hmmm" Willow hummed as she pressed herself back against the blonde
witch. "It's different when we play. When I'm in that place, time
doesn't really mean anything- it's. it's. I don't really know how to
explain it. It's just different. Pet can easily do anything that
Mistress commands her to do. Willow isn't so patient," she explained.

'Yes, and that makes no sense at all!' Tara thought. 'But, Buffy says
the same kind of stuff to me, so I guess it's just something you have to
experience. I just don't think I could ever.' 

Feeling dark and unpleasant emotions threatening to rise up, Tara
dismissed that line of thought and instead focused her attention on
unbinding Willow's hands.

"I hope Buffy's having a good time with Faith," Tara said to change the
subject while she unhooked the straps on the leather cuffs.

"Yeah, me too." Willow said flatly as she rubbed her wrists.

'Uh oh,' Tara leaned up on one elbow so she could look down and see
Willow's face. "Sweetie, you aren't still worried about Faith, are
you?" she asked while searching the redhead's face for any resentment or
ill will. 'I really don't want a jealous, pouty Willow on my hands
here.' she worried.

"Strangely, no," Willow answered. "I think we came to an understanding
and I... I think she's gonna be ok." 

"Really?" Tara asked, feeling relieved, and a little surprised.

"Yeah, it surprised me too," Willow said with a sardonic grin.

Tara pouted slightly and said, "Sorry, sweetie. I just know you have
some Faith-issues."

Willow's smile became more genuine as she cupped Tara's face. "I do,
but. we talked, you know; worked out a couple things."

Seeing Willow's eyes dart aside, Tara thought, 'Uh, huh. Talked,
right.'

"You mean you threatened her life if she messed with your girlfriend,
right?" Tara asked. She wasn't able to maintain quite the level of
sternness she was shooting for, apparently, because Willow's response
was less sheepish and more humorous.

"There *may* have been some gentle words of caution involved in the
conversation; you know just like friendly advice kinda stuff." Willow
said, obviously loosing her fight to hide a wide, teeth-baring grin.

Tara's mouth quirked up in a lopsided smile as she said, "Uh huh. And
was there by any chance maybe some magical energy displayed in this
friendly conversation?"

"Umm."

"Willow!" Tara exclaimed with a laugh.

"Well, you know how I feel about a vague disclaimer." the redhead said
with a pout on her face.

Anything Tara might have said at that point was interrupted when the
hotel room door swung open, and a cackling Slayer stumbled through it.

========== BtVS ==========

"So, where's the big guy?" Gunn asked when he walked into Wesley's
office.

"Where do you think?" Cordelia answered from her usual position; sitting
in front of the desk, leaning back with her legs stretched out in front
of her and looking at the ceiling with a bored expression.

"Which is it this time, Buffy and the witches, or the fact that Xander
kept calling him dead-boy?" Gunn asked as he unconsciously took up his
resident spot- leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Yes, well. There is certainly no love lost between Angel and Xander,"
Wesley said contemplatively from behind the desk.

"Hello? Understatement much?" Cordelia asked. "They teach that in
British schools, or is it a watcher thing?" she added, mocking the
Englishman.

"What's up with that, anyway?" Gunn asked. The Girls from Sunny D
don't act like it's anything, but." he trailed off, hoping for a little
enlightenment. 'I don't know jack 'bout Angel's past... this'll be a
good way to find out some stuff, hopefully' he thought.

Cordy turned to look at Wesley for a moment, but must not have found
whatever she was looking for there, because she sighed dramatically and
said, "Xander. just really hates vampires."

Gunn waited a moment for the normally verbose brunette to expand on that
statement. When nothing else seemed forthcoming, he shrugged and said,
"Yeah, and? Who doesn't hate vamps?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes and said, "Duh, Angel's a vampire? Remember?"
as though that explained everything.

Gunn's eyebrows lifted involuntarily and he looked to Wesley, silently
asking, 'Do you understand anything she's saying?' Looking back to
Cordy, he questioningly said, "Yeah. But Angel's different, right? He's
got a soul? He hunts vamps?" Looking back to the former watcher, he
said, "Help me out here Wes."

Wesley pursed his lips, as he usually did before expounding on some
subject or other, and Gunn smirked, thinking 'Drama Queen!'

"Yes, well. I haven't known Xander as long or certainly as well as
Cordelia, of course; but it has always struck me that he either cannot
or will not take that fact into account. To him, Angel is little, if
any, better than any other vampire."

"Man that's crazy! I've seen Angel take out vamps and demons that we'd
a never took out without him. How's anyone gonna say that don't make a
difference?"

"I have to agree with you, Gunn. I believe it makes all the
difference," Wesley said, nodding his head.

Gunn looked back to Cordelia, thinking, 'I know Cordelia's gotta be down
with that.' seeing the pensive look on Cordelia's face he was surprised.
'.or not?'

"You don't think so?" Gunn asked the seer.

"No, I do. but it's not that simple. Not for Xander, not for Buffy or
Willow. not even for me," Cordelia said quietly, her eyes down.

"You know you can't leave it like that!" Gunn said after another moment
of silence. His curiosity was fully aroused now. 

Gunn reached over, grabbing the only other chair in the room and
spinning it around in front of him so he could straddle it and lean
forward against the chair-back. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed
Wesley leaning forward also. "Come on Cordy, spill."

Cordelia briefly looked up at Gunn and then shot a glance toward Wesley
before her eyes dropped again and she watched her fingers as they played
with the hem of her shirt. "I'm pretty sure it kinda started when this
guy named Jesse got turned. He and Xander and Willow were, like, the
biggest dorks in school, but they were really close with each other."

"So his best bud got turned. I can understand that." Gunn mused softly,
remembering his sister's abduction and turning. 'I still have
nightmares about that.' he thought. Suddenly his jaw clenched as the
familiar fury swept through him. 'God Damn vampires!' he silently
raged, his hands tightening into fists around the spindles of the
chair's back.

"Angel told us about your sister." Cordelia said very quietly. "Xander
had the same thing happen to him with Jesse- he staked him, his best
friend. I was there, but I didn't see it, mostly because it was the
first time I'd ever seen a vampire and there were all these vampires
trying to raise some moldy old vampire by draining a bunch of people-
including yours truly!"

'Not the time to relive this right now,' Gunn reminded himself as he
pushed the memories back into the little box he kept them locked in-
during his waking hours anyway. Shaking himself loose of the
recollection, he said, "That still don't explain it."

"Well, then about a year later, Angel lost his soul and turned into
Angelus," Cordy said offhandedly. "Serious badness there, with the
murder and torture and all."

'Lost his soul?' Gunn thought with a sudden shock. "Hold on, whaddya
mean 'lost his soul'?" he asked with a great deal of concern in his
voice. "How do you lose your soul?"

Wesley interjected, "A hundred years ago, Angelus killed a gypsy girl,
who turned out to be rather important to her particular tribe. As
retribution, the tribe's witch cursed him with a soul."

Remembering a comment Angel had made the other day, Gunn nodded his head
and said, "So that's what he meant the other night when he said Willow
did that curse on him."

Wesley leaned back in his chair and nodded in agreement. "Yes, the
Romanii curse."

"Ok, so I get that the gypsies gave him a soul, and Willow gave it back
to him when he lost it, but how did he." Gunn started to ask.

"Lose it?" Cordelia finished his sentence.

Gunn nodded, "Yeah, I'd kinda like to know how that happened- you know
so it doesn't happen again."

"Well, for starters, don't have sex with him," Cordelia said baldly.

Gunn could actually feel his eyes bugging out as he choked. 'Jesus
Cordy!' he thought in shock. After recovering his breath, he rasped
out, "Uh, that's pretty much not a problem." He looked over to Wesley,
thinking, 'Help me out here, Wes!'

With a brief glare at a snickering Cordelia, Wesley explained,
"Apparently on the night of Buffy's seventeenth birthday. she and
Angel."

"Did the wacky," Cordelia helpfully supplied.

Another glare from the Brit to the seer and then, "Yes, well. In any
case, it appears that the gypsy's curse included a loophole in which a
single moment of perfect happiness causes it to become null and void."

"Instant Psycho-sadistic Vampire, just add Buffy!" Cordelia said with
some bitterness.

'Damn, that sucks!' Gunn thought, feeling some pity for the souled
vampire. 'All that guilt, plus no sex for, like, ever?' Images and
feelings from his tryst with Faith the night before began to play across
his mind and he thought, 'I couldn't go a couple months without that,
let alone centuries!' 

"Damn, no wonder he's moody all the time." Gunn muttered.

Cordelia brought Gunn's thoughts back to the original subject as she
said, "Plus, Xander had this big crush on Buffy, so that's another
reason he doesn't like Angel much."

"Yeah, I guess I can see that," Gunn said with a nod, but mostly he was
thinking about the souled vampire's situation. 'Oh man, Angel, it must
really suck to be you!' he thought pityingly.

========== BtVS ==========

Buffy was laughing so hard that Tara could see tear tracks on her face.
She smiled, thinking, 'Slaying must have gone well, I do so love seeing
you laugh!'

"Buffy? What's so funny?" Willow asked, bewildered.

Buffy sobered slightly, but was still grinning madly when she said,
"Ooo, sexy naked witches! Lucky me!" 

Tara smiled even more as she watched her Slayer hurry to get naked. Her
arousal was already high from what she and Willow were doing before
Buffy had entered. Seeing the blond yanking her clothes off did nothing
at all to diminish that arousal. "Naked happy Buffy is a very wonderful
thing!" she whispered sotto-voice to the redheaded witch in her arms. 

"Oh yes!" Willow breathed, obviously quite turned on herself, despite
having just had a powerful orgasm.

'You're such a glutton for it, baby!' Tara thought happily, kissing the
redhead on the neck. "So, I take it you and Faith had fun?" she asked.

"I let Faith have the fun, I just had the funny!" Buffy said
cryptically.

Tara wanted to ask what that meant, but she and Willow were both
overcome with laughter as Buffy began hopping on one foot, while trying
to get her tight jeans down past the other foot. "Sweetie, be careful!"
she choked out as the Slayer's hopping began to take her in circles
while she yanked on the material. 

Buffy growled at her jeans as she gave one final, hard jerk. The force
was enough that it freed the stuck material, and spun her around in a
full circle, leaving her standing awkwardly with her body leaning one
way, and her leg sticking straight out the other way.

Tara took in the sight of her lover, dressed only in her panties and one
sock, the socked foot up in the air and her arms flailing a bit for
balance, and began laughing uproariously. Willow immediately joined her
in laughter and they both began to clap, offering applause for the fact
that Buffy had managed to remain on her feet. 'Well, on her foot
actually!' Tara thought as she gasped for breath.

Buffy tried to frown at the applauding witches, but the humor of the
situation was apparently too much for her and she gave in to laughter
herself. She put her foot down and took a bow, saying, "Thank you!
Thank you very much. For my next trick, watch me make two witches
orgasm simultaneously!"

"Oh, I wanna see that!" Willow said, clapping excitedly and virtually
bouncing in place.

Tara saw the predatory look in Buffy's eyes and felt a shiver run down
her spine. 'Oh, my, she looks hungry!' she thought excitedly. "Yes
please! You can tell us all about the slaying a little later."

========== BtVS ==========

Buffy dropped her panties and quickly pulled off the one remaining sock.
She breathed deeply through her nose and her eyelids drooped with
arousal. 'God, the air smells like sex!' she thought as arousal
suffused her. She made eye contact with her lovers and growled, "You
two smell so good! I just want to eat you up!"

Both witches were nodding slightly and their eyes seemed focused on
Buffy's mouth as she licked her lips. "Mmm, Tara. keep Willow against
you like that and roll over on your back," she instructed with a low,
breathy voice. "I want you both at the same time!"

Willow whimpered as Tara pulled her up on top of herself, and the sound
traveled straight down to Buffy's sex. 'God, Will! Even if I wasn't
already horny as hell, just that sound would turn me on!' Buffy thought.
'Mmm, before I start, I wanna kiss!' she decided.

Buffy walked over and leaned down to the bed, kissing Tara for a moment
before pulling away and whispering, "Love you Tara!"

"Oh, goddess, I love you Buffy!" Tara whispered back, her eyes shining
with emotion.

Buffy caressed Willow's cheek with the hand she wasn't using to hold her
up, and then kissed her passionately for a few moments. 

Willow spoke first when Buffy pulled back, her voice high and breathy,
"I Love you Mistress Buffy!" Her eyes too were filled with deep and
powerful emotion.

Buffy smiled, feeling completely filled up with happiness, and
whispered, "Love you too Will!" She straightened back up and went to
walk to the foot of the bed, when a thought struck her, 'better let
Willow know now, or I'll forget in the middle of things.'

"Oh, and pet?" Buffy asked, her voice less sweet, and more firm.

"Yes Mistress!" Willow instantly responded.

Buffy grinned and in a little lighter voice said, "For the rest of the
night, you can cum whenever you feel like it, baby."

Willow looked like she might burst into tears as she cried, "Oh thank
you Mistress!"

Buffy walked to the foot of the bed and paused for a moment, looking at
the sight laid out before her. 'Willow, you look so damn sexy, laid out
on Tara like that! Mmm, all I can see of my Mistress is her hands
playing with your nipples, and her legs spreading you open like a
present! Oh it's all mine!' she thought, feeling happy, horny and
possessive of her girlfriends.

The Slayer playfully smacked her chops and whispered, "Mmm, dessert!"
before crawling onto the bed and beginning her oral assault on the
stacked witches.

Buffy started by running her tongue along Willow's inner thigh. Tara's
legs were pushing the redhead's widely apart, and Buffy took advantage,
focusing her attentions just inside the little hollow spot where the
tendon pulled the skin taught. 'Oh pet, I so love the way you shiver
when I touch you here,' she thought, happily watching the pale, freckled
flesh tremble as she licked. 

Skipping her pet's sopping center for the moment, she treated the other
thigh the same way, with the same result. 'Shiver and sigh, oh pet; how
well I know your body! Oh, and you smell so good!' she thought. 'Mmm,
better not taste, or I'll never get to poor Tara!' she decided.

Cupping her pet's sex with one hand, Buffy began to move the soft flesh
in gentle circles, 'That'll build you up real slow, give me time to
please my Mistress first.'

Buffy placed a chaste kiss against her Mistress sex, reveling for a
second in the closeness and intimacy of her position. 'Love you so much
Tara! I never knew how much I needed you in my life, and now I know I
couldn't live without you.'

Buffy laid her tongue flat against the bottom of her Mistress swollen
lips and ran a single slow, warm, wet lick up and over Tara's sex. 'Oh,
there's that groan! So low and sexy and I can feel the vibrations all
the way down here!' she thought exultantly.

Moving back down to the bottom, Buffy again made a slow sweep with her
tongue, but this time she narrowed it and delved in between the blonde's
puffy outer lips, sinking into the savory syrup that lie waiting for her
beneath the surface. 

Tara's groans grew in volume and frequency as Buffy continued to search
out her feast, going farther with every pass until her tongue was buried
deep inside the blonde's core, and her face was pressed hard into the
witch's sex. 'I would never have guessed how much I would love doing
this!' Buffy thought joyfully as she felt Tara moving closer and closer
to her release.

'Mmm, wanna feel it on my tongue!' she decided, moving her thumb on her
free hand to manipulate Tara's clit rather than withdrawing her tongue
for the task. Only a minute later, her desire was fulfilled and she
felt the blond witch's inner muscles begin to shudder and grasp at her
tongue. She hummed delightedly as Tara's release filled her mouth and
she swallowed it down.

Rather than let her Mistress go with but a single release, Buffy slid
two fingers inside to replace her tongue as she pulled away. She looked
up at her right hand- which was still moving Willow's increasingly slick
flesh in a circle- then down to her left- which was pumping in and out
of Tara, while her thumb rode back and forth across her Mistress' stiff
nub. 'I think Willow would call this 'multitasking'!' she thought with
a giggle. 'Thank God for Slayer dexterity!'

As Buffy looked up a little higher, she noticed that Tara was pulling
and twisting rather insistently at Willow's nipples. 'That explains why
she's whining so loudly!' she thought, having wondered at the disparity
of the redhead's noisiness with what she was doing to her. 'Well, time
to give her a reason to cry! Uh, but in a good way,' she corrected as
she realized how she'd worded that thought.

Buffy stopped the circles, and used her thumb and forefinger to open
Willow's weeping sex. Immediately she began to lave the entire surface
with her tongue and lips, slurping up all of Willow's sweet honey;
suckling her inner labia and clit with abandon.

'Can anything really be this good?' Buffy wondered happily. 'The way
you taste, the sounds you make, the way your body quakes and shudders at
my touch. God even the scent of Willow is nearly overpowering!'

"Mistress! Oh goddess, Mistress I'm cumming!" Willow suddenly screamed
as her body shook like an earthquake. 

'Hello, newsflash pet, I could tell!' Buffy thought with a smirk as
Willow thrashed about. That, coupled with the fact that the redhead was
laying on top of another quivering, shuddering, orgasmic witch made it
impossible to maintain oral contact with her pet, so Buffy slipped a
pair of fingers inside to ride out, and extend her climax.

"This is the most beautiful, amazing thing I think I've ever
experienced!" Buffy whispered as she watched and listened to the pair
crying out their mutual release.

========== BtVS ==========

Tara smiled with satisfaction as she watched Buffy moaning and panting,
trying to catch her breath after the two witches had paid her back for
the 'stack of witchy goodness' as she had laughingly called it.

"Oh that was *so* not fair!" Buffy complained once she had regained her
breath.

"What's the matter Buffy?" Willow asked in her most saccharine
little-girl voice, causing Tara to giggle.

"Big, bad Slayer not up for a little tag team action?" Tara teased,
crawling up to lay along Buffy's right side. She looked at Willow, who
was laying alongside Buffy's left side, and said, "I think we wore her
out, sweetie."

Buffy laughed along with the redhead, and said, "Oh you wicked witches!
Give me a couple days to recover, and I'll." she took a deep breath and
released it before continuing, ".I'll gladly let you do it all over
again!"

'Mmhm, I have no doubt of that!' Tara thought smugly. "That was a great
idea, sweetie!" she said to the grinning redhead.

"It just came to me, you know, with the taking turns kissing thing, I
figured, 'hey, she's got more than one set of lips to kiss! So, why
wait? And, we can still take turns!" Willow said with a happy sounding
giggle.

The three lay snuggling for a minute before Tara said, "So, the slaying
must have gone pretty well; judging by the way you were laughing when
you came in." she twisted to look at the clock and her eyes widened when
she saw the time, ".oh, about three hours ago!"

"Three hours?!" Buffy said, sounding shocked. She pushed herself up on
her elbows so she could see the clock herself. "Four in the morning?"

"Gosh, it's a good thing we're not fighting till tonight." Willow said.

"Yeah, I guess. we don't really need to leave until three or four, so we
can still get plenty of sleep." Buffy said.

"So, not going to be a problem." Willow huffed with a very satisfied
looking grin on her face.

"I want to hear about the slaying before you doze off, Buffy," Tara
said. "What happened that was so funny?"

Buffy's face broke into a smile and she answered, "Well, I found out why
she was so depressed." and then launched into a description of the
night's events right up until the dark haired Slayer had passed out.

========== BtVS ==========

"Buffy Ann Summers! I cannot believe you did that!" Willow loudly
exclaimed. 

"What? Told her she was pardoned?" Buffy asked confused.

'Why would that upset her?' Tara wondered. 'She sounds freaked, although
not so much in an angry way, more like shocked, I guess.'

Willow's face changed, softening from the outrage to a more neutral mien
as she said, "No, not that! The whole touching and teasing thing! I
told you to make sure she knew your hungries and hornies were spoken
for!"

Buffy grinned unrepentantly, "Oh, but you should have seen her face
Will! I *so* wish I'd had a video camera or something." she laughed out
loud.

"I can imagine." Tara said, picturing a dropped jaw and glazed eyes. "I
bet she never expected you to say something like that."

Willow grinned a little herself, though it looked grudging. "So you
were still laughing at that when you got back?" she asked.

"Oh no!" Buffy said, suddenly laughing even harder. "No, that was
hilarious, but it got way better than that!"

"What happened?" Tara asked feeling intensely curious at what had her
Slayer crying in laughter.

It took Buffy a couple minutes to choke it out through the laughs, but
she said, "When she came to. she was so. excited. she started, she
started. Oh, God! She started doing. cartwheels!"

Tara and Willow looked at each other over top of the laughing Slayer,
clearly not seeing the full humor here. 

"Cartwheels are funny?" Tara mouthed.

Willow just shrugged.

Buffy finally was able to continue, though she was still giggling madly.
"She, she was flying along. doing cartwheels! And- and then." she had
to pause for a moment to laugh wildly some more. "She cartwheeled
right. right into. this open grave!"

The image hit the two witches simultaneously, and they began cackling
right alongside their lover.

========== BtVS ==========

Xander Harris was sitting with his back against the parapet that
surrounded the roof of the Hyperion, looking up at the sky.

'God, between the smog and the city lights, it's almost like there's no
stars at all,' he thought morosely. "That fits I guess. Not a lot of
heaven looking down on Hell-A, I guess.'

Unable to find sufficient distraction in the night sky, Xander's mind
returned to the subject he'd been trying to avoid. 'Tomorrow night,
bout this time.' he thought. 'Jeeze, I hope I don't feel this crappy
then!' he worried, feeling his stomach churning.

Unbidden memories from the soldier persona he had once been flashed
through his consciousness, almost making him wince at the blood and
violence. 'That's different.' he thought to himself after a moment. 'I
didn't really kill those people. and still I have nightmares.' Turning
his face back to the occluded sky, he softly whispered, "How am I gonna
handle the real thing?"

Xander tried something he used to do in high school. He closed his eyes
and imagined his friend Jesse was still alive, pretending that he was
talking to him about this new problem he had.

'Hey Jess, been a while.'

'What's up, bro? More girl troubles?'

Xander couldn't help a little grin at the thought. 'Yeah, I wish. No
man, its something worse.'

'So tell me already. Let your ol' buddy Jesse fix ya up.'

'There's this big fight comin, Jess; biggest yet. And, the only way to
win is for me to. kill someone. Not a demon, a real person.' Even
though it was just in his thoughts, actually verbalizing it made his
stomach roil even harder.

'That's harsh, dude.'

Xander snorted at the thought. 'Oh, yeah. Thanks Jess- you're a big
help.'

'So don't do it Bro! Easy, problem solved.'

'It's complicated, Jess. If I don't, Dawnie won't be safe. and that
means Buffy won't be safe. I'd give my life a hundred times to protect
them.'

'Dying's easy Xan-man. Can you really kill someone? Are they worth
it?'

'Yeah Jesse. yeah, they're completely worth it.'

'So why you asking me, dude. Sounds like you already made up your
mind.'

'It isn't a question of whether or not I have to do it. It's more, how
do I live with it after.'

After a moment of silence, both internal and external, Xander thought,
'Well, that didn't help.' Blinking his eyes open, he mumbled "Now I
know why I don't, Gahh!"

"Hey X-man!" Faith said with a happy smile, her face only inches from
his.

Xander jerked back, striking his head on the brick parapet. "Ow!" he
moaned, grabbing his head with both hands.

Faith laughed and stood up from where she was crouched in front of him.
"S'amatter, Xan? Cordy kick you out and Angel made you sleep on the
roof?" she said, her voice full of humor.

Xander slowly climbed to his feet, still rubbing his head. 'What, I
haven't had a concussion in the last week, so it was just time?' her
grumbled to himself. 

"So, what'cha thinkin' bout?" Faith asked, her voice still light and
happy.

Xander stopped rubbing his head and narrowed his eyes at the dark-haired
Slayer. 'I'm thinking that I haven't seen you this happy. pretty much
ever!' Xander thought with sudden suspicion. "Ok, either I hit my head
harder than I thought, and I'm hallucinating, or."

Faith giggled.

Xander's train of thought completely derailed and he stared at the girl
in front of him with his jaw dropped. "Uhh. are you on something?" he
asked, stupefied by the behavior she was displaying. 

Before Faith could answer, Xander snapped his fingers and pointed at her
"Willow!"

"Huh?" Faith asked, her face changing as confusion overtook happiness.

"You did something to piss off Willow, and she cast some kind of spell
on you, right? She cursed you!" Xander said, his momentary certainty
fading as he added, "With, uh, a happiness curse. yeah, that makes
sense."

"Xander!" Faith laughed again. "No curse, no spell, no drugs. I'm just
Free!" She spun in place, like a pirouette, as she said the word 'free'

"Ok, you are seriously freaking me out here, Faith!" Xander said, his
voice quavering slightly as his nervousness became overwhelming.

Faith laughed again and then jumped, landing right in front of Xander,
grabbing both his shoulders and bringing her face to within inches of
his. "Don't'cha get it? Prison. I'm out. For good! I don't have to
go back!"

'Must not upset insane Slayer.' Xander thought fearfully. Tentatively
he nodded his head and said, "Uh, I know? I was, uh, kinda like there
for the whole thing, Faith."

Faith let go of his shoulders and cupped his face, pulling his cheeks
forward and causing his lips to pout exaggeratedly. "You don't get it.
*I* didn't know! I didn't know it was for good!" 

Xander blinked, confused by her words. 'She didn't know it was for.
Oh, God!' he thought. His eyes widened in realization, but before he
could say anything, Faith gave him a big, wet, loud kiss on his pouting
lips.

Faith stepped back a couple paces, some of the giddiness in her
expression gone, but Xander could still see a deep and powerful joy
radiating from her.

"You can't imagine what a freaking relief it is. God, I was dreading
going back to that place so bad, it was like it hurt just to breathe!
Man! I feel like. I dunno. I don't think I've ever felt this good
before!"

Xander was still stuck on the fact that she hadn't known she was
pardoned. 'I can't believe we didn't. I, it just never came up I
guess.' He mumbled. Looking up at Faith, he said, "I'm sorry, Faith.
I- I can't imagine how. we should have told you! I mean, jeeze, you'd
think we would have remembered to say something as important as that!"

"Hey! Nothing to worry about X-man," Faith said, giving him a playful
shove on his shoulder. "It's all good now! 'Sides, just think if it
had been the other way around!"

'It must be contagious," Xander thought as some of Faith's joy seemed to
echo in him, pushing away some of the melancholy. "Yeah, that would
have sucked, big time!"

Faith threw her arm over Xander's shoulder and began to lead him back
towards the stairway entrance. "So, what were you thinking about all
serious like?" she asked.

"Uh, just stuff." Xander said. 'Don't really want to bring that up
right now. or, like, ever!'

"Stuff?" Faith asked, clearly not going to drop the subject.

"Yeah, you know. Tomorrow. That kind of stuff," he said, avoiding any
details.

She must not have noticed, because she just said, "Don't sweat it X-man!
Me and the witches'll get B all supercharged up; then you guys turn the
little minions into kibbles and bits, and B'll kick Glory's
spam-sucking, trailer-park-trash ass back into her little meat-shell for
good!"

Forcing himself to sound re-assured, Xander said, "Yeah Faith. You're
right."

'That's what I'm worried about,' he thought sadly.

========== BtVS ==========

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