Fic: A Firm Foundation (2 of ?) NC-17

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Title: A Firm Foundation
Author: Red Willow
Email: reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx
Archive: http://papa-bear.com/RW/
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, 
Mutant Enemy, and all them other peeps. i'm just using them to make my own 
fun. All Original characters and story ideas belong to me. Girl/Girl 
lovin' and smut abound.
Distribution: How 'bout ya ask me?
Pairing: B/W, T/other, other minor pairings.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: part 3 or ? Set after Filling In The Gaps. About a week or so 
later. Smut drenched, Buffy and Willow find out about "the disc," set some 
things straight, and of course, drama ensues! 
Feedback? yes please!

***

?You better get those over to them.? I told her, motioning toward the table 
where those two damn fine women sat.
?Oh? yeah.? She nodded.
?Catch ya later, Dawn.?
?Yeah? um, I guess I?ll see you in class.? She said.
?Yup!? I gave her my widest nice guy smile.

I watched her walk away, noticing the way her hips swayed and I looked up 
just in time to catch the smile she shot my way and maybe a hint of 
something else.

?She?s pretty cute.?

I turned to see Erick leaning in the doorway to the kitchen. He held the 
door open with his boot, and a smirk on his face.

?Yeah, she a?ight.?
?Man, whatever. I saw you checking her out.?

I grinned and started wiping down the counter.

?But I wouldn?t dog this one, yo.? He told me.
?Dog?? I glanced back at him.

He rolled his eyes but didn?t move.

?Don?t play dumb.?

I shrugged.

?Man?? He stepped toward me. ?Look? you know I got mad respect for you, but 
this one?? We both looked at the table where Dawn and her sister and 
sister?s girlfriend sat. ?Her sister don?t play.?
?Her sister? That little blonde one??
?Yeah, that?s her. I heard some fucked up shit about her, dude.?
?Like what??

We were both looking at them. They were talking, eating our gyros and 
laughing at whatever fun they?d been up to. The blonde and redhead sat 
close, often leaning against each other while laughing.

?Look, you know some weird shit goes down in this town.?
?Ain?t that the truth.? I agreed.
?Well? I basically heard that Dawn?s sister?s the one to call when all the 
freaky shit goes on. You never heard no one talking ?bout her??
?No? not really.?
?Dude, she blew up the high school.?

I looked at him like he?d grown another head. I thought he must?ve been 
trying to yank my cord.

?Whatever dude.?

I blew him off and began cleaning in earnest, nearing the end of my shift.

?A?ight, yo. Don?t say I didn?t warn ya.? He turned to go back into the 
kitchen.

The phone started ringing and he picked it up.

?It?s for you.?

I stayed my eyes on the trio at the table, wondering if what he?d said about 
Dawn?s sister was true. Either way, Dawn was pretty fine for a freshman and 
I wouldn?t have minded getting me some.

I took the phone from Erick and gave him a playful shove back into the 
kitchen.

?Yeah??
?Hey Mark, it?s Jay, you coming over after work??
?Uh huh.?
?Cool. Paul snatched us a couple of pornos.?
?Oh, for real??
?Oh yeah??
?Dang yo, how?d he manage that??
?Took the room key from his bro and he grabbed ?em while I distracted the 
dude at the counter.?
?Choice.? I told him, nodding and grinning.

The prospect of watching a few pornos and drinking Jay?s dad?s beer was 
making my Friday night look damn good. If I could just make a hook up?

?I?ll be there around 8.? I told him before hanging up the phone and 
glancing up just in time to see Dawn and her friends depositing their trash 
in the bins before taking off for what I assumed was more shopping.

?Damn?? I watched the three hotties walk away from the food court and tried 
to push the naked, Jell-o wrestling fantasies out of my head.


***

?Tara, please calm down.?

Claire was trying to calm me down. She was hardly succeeding though. I 
couldn?t stop crying, wiping away tears and snot every few seconds. I was 
scared out of my head, but I was also really embarrassed by my situation. My 
throat was sore from my wailing, which I had thankfully been able to rein in 
when we?d gotten to their apartment. But the crying wouldn?t stop.

Case paced back and forth behind us.

?Would you please sit down?? Claire told her in a stern tone.
?Claire,? Case started, ?We gotta do something.?
?I know baby, but you driving me nuts is not helping.?

Case huffed and sat down in the overstuffed chair on the side of the room. I 
glanced at her and she looked as worried as me, minus the wet dog look. I 
wondered what that was all about. I was the one who lost the disc. I was 
the one who had to deal with my soon to be ex-friends.

?Case?? I questioned her softly.
?Yeah, babe?? She looked expectantly at me.
?W-why are you so w-worried??
?Huh??

She looked between Claire and I, questioning us both.

?W-w-why are you so w-worried about this? I-it?s my deal.?
?Are you serious, Tar?? Case looked between Claire and me again.

I nodded. I glanced at Claire and saw worry in her eyes too, but I suspected 
it was just for me. Casey looked worried for all of us. She was a protector 
after all. Casey was like Buffy in a lot of ways, minus the supernatural 
slayer abilities. She had this innate need to protect her people.

I was one of her people. Duh Tara.

?Tara. I saw what Buffy did. I mean, how she handled J.J. at the party.? 
She shook her head. ?I have to be honest and say I?m worried here.?
?She w-wouldn?t? I-I mean? I don?t think she would?? I wiped my nose and 
looked down between my feet, my hair falling to cover my face again.

I really wasn?t sure what Buffy would do. Or Willow for that matter. Freak, 
I knew. But would either of them try to hurt me? They didn?t when I did the 
spell to hide the demon I thought was inside me. But things were different 
then. Willow and I were together, and I knew that Buffy would keep me 
around to ensure Willow?s happiness. But I wasn?t Willow?s girl anymore. So 
what did they need me for? I had betrayed them. I allowed them to be 
recorded. And then lost the disc that had the evidence of their passion on 
it. And who knew what could happen to that disc!

?Look Tar, I can handle her, I?m not worried about that.? Casey said, 
pointedly.
?No Case.? I told her, looking up. ?You can?t.?
?I?m not saying I?m going to make a move before she does??
?No Casey.? I stood up, shaking my head. ?You don?t understand.?

I glanced between them again. There was Casey?s confusion and Claire?s quiet 
observation.

?Uh, okay? you wanna explain??
?She?s strong.?
?Yeah, I saw that. And she does martial arts. So do I, in case you forgot. 
Black belt here.? Case gestured to herself.
?No.? I shook my head again.

How was I supposed to explain to them about the Slayer? I didn?t want to 
tell them before because I knew that only a very small percent of people 
actually knew what a slayer was, let alone who she was. I felt I might be 
betraying Buffy?s confidence again. But with nothing else to lose, I 
figured it might be wiser to tell Casey and Claire about Buffy?s calling and 
unique abilities. Especially before Case played hero and tried to stand up 
to Buffy when she came calling to kick my rear end out of Sunnydale.

?Do you know what a slayer is?? I asked, directing my question to both of 
them.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Claire.

?A what?? Asked Case.

Both of us looked toward Claire, who sat with her mouth hanging open and her 
eyebrows raised. She knew what a slayer was and apparently the fact that 
Buffy was the Chosen One had caused quite a surprise.

?Uh C? something you wanna tell us?? Casey asked her, looking back and forth 
between her girlfriend and me.
?I?ve heard? but? I never thought.? She looked up to me for further 
confirmation. ?They?re real??

I nodded.

?And Buffy?s the Slayer??

I nodded again.

?Wow.? She spoke softly, running her hand through her hair. ?I really 
thought they were just a myth. Something made up.?

Case still hadn?t said anything, deciding to just listen for now.

?W-what have you heard?? I asked her, sitting back down.
?Um?? She thought a minute. ?Well? if I remember correctly, something about 
one girl in all the world? uh? chosen to? protect humankind? I?m not sure 
how it goes.?
?Where did you hear that?? I asked, curious how she could know.
?I just remember it from when I was little.?

I thought about this, and realized that Claire might have grown up where 
there was an active Slayer. Many of the residents of Sunnydale knew about 
the vampires and demons that frequented the night, and about the girl that 
slayed them, even if they didn?t talk about it.

I nodded, deciding not to push about how she might know. I realized that the 
average person might not know what a slayer was, but it wasn?t rare that 
someone did.

?Okay, still confused over here.? Case piped up.

I looked at her and prepared myself for what might be a hard explanation. 
How do you explain what a slayer is without talking about vampires and 
demons and the fact that we were living on the mouth of hell? Well, one of 
them, anyway.

?Okay Case, you might not believe this??

And I proceeded to tell her everything I knew.



***

?You know what I want??

She walked with me and I could feel her breath heavy on my ear and her 
fingers teasing the exposed skin of my stomach.

?What?? I asked softly, feeling the familiar stirrings.
?You.?

She leaned closer and pressed her lips to my neck.

?I want to taste you.?

I felt the gentle flutter of arousal washing over me, making my body flush 
in warmth.

?Buffy??
?I just wanted to tell you that.? She said before walking ahead of me and 
joining Dawn.

We were only a few blocks from the house and she wouldn?t let up. I didn?t 
know who was worse, her or me. Constantly teasing each other, turning each 
other on. I guess a few years of pent up lust will do that to a girl. Or 
two. Poor Dawn, I knew she?d heard Tara and me, but now Buffy too? Well 
okay, so she?d apparently heard Buffy and Riley too, but now Buffy and me as 
well? The girl had to be going crazy. I was her age once too, ya know. 
Hormones can be tricky little things. Make people do crazy things like 
spells. Just ask Xander. He?ll tell ya.

I saw the house in sight and felt that joyful little bubble slowly rise, 
knowing I could touch Buffy again once we got inside and Dawn was out of 
sight. But then it occurred to me that we might not have time with Tara 
coming over. I pouted, lost in my own little world. I wanted Buffy. Naked. 
In the bed. Against me. Preferably using her talented tongue and fingers.

?What?s that for?? I heard Buffy ask me.

I?d followed them up the walkway not even realizing we were home. Buffy was 
standing on the porch holding the bags while Dawn unlocked the front door.

?Huh?? I wiped the pout off my face and inwardly rolled my eyes, wondering 
just how much sex one could have before they keeled over.

?Why the pout?? She slid her hand around my neck, caressing the nape with 
her fingers.

So not helping.

?What pout?? I asked, innocently.

I tried to walk past her into the house but she held me back.

?Uh-uh. I saw a pout. A distinctive Willow pout, which is very cute, I might 
add, but still? I want to know what?s up.?
?I want you.? I told honestly, leaning against her and looking into her 
eyes. ?But I can?t have you yet.?

And I pouted again. Hey, she thinks my pout?s cute.

?I want you too, baby.? She kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, 
?Maybe a quickie??
?A quickie?? I pulled back and looked at her.

She nodded and I looked past her to the sky, trying to gauge the time and 
when Tara was due.

?A quickie.? She repeated, pulling me into the house behind her. ?Like when 
we did it in the alley behind the magic box?? She asked.

Oh yeah, I remembered that day.

She dropped the bags and glanced around for Dawn. We heard her talking to 
the food she was heating up, as she had a habit of doing. That kid sure had 
an appetite. Sure Buffy could be a pig after slaying, but Dawn came in 
close seconds in the Wolfing Down Meals department. I guess being made from 
a slayer might do that to a kid.

?Remember how I touched you, under the table?? Buffy asked, leading me to 
the stairs. ?How everyone was there that day and I kept putting my hand on 
your thigh.?

I nodded.

Up my skirt and high on my thigh, actually. I remembered looking around to 
see if anyone noticed. Anya was tending to the cash register, as usual. 
Xander was too busy trying to cop a feel of his own to notice us. Giles was 
doing an inventory of new spell books. But I pushed her hand away anyway.

Five more times of her dragging those delicious fingers up my leg and 
placing it high on my thigh, caressing before I pushed it away and she 
leaned over and kissed my neck. I glanced around again and still no one 
noticed. We weren?t out to any of them. She hadn?t wanted to tell them at 
that point, yet she was daring to feel me up in public.

?Remember how I told you I wanted you?? She asked, not really waiting for an 
answer.

We were halfway up the stairs and I nodded again, my grip tightening in her 
hand.

Buffy had squeezed my thigh and stroked my skin with her fingers, which were 
only an inch or two from my dampening panties. She leaned over again, 
brushing her lips against my ear, which caused that light, fluttery feeling 
to pass over me and add to the tingle I was already feeling between my legs.

?I want you.? Buffy had whispered. ?I want to touch you. I want to feel you 
around my fingers, Will. I want to see your beautiful face when you come for 
me.?

She had me at ?I?.

?And remember how I pulled you outside, with only a glance from Giles. 
Remember how I lifted you up onto those crates??

We were to the bedroom and her lips were passing over my neck, her teeth 
nipping here and there. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her firm ass, 
tugging at her shirt, caressing her breast. She held me against the wall, 
both of us knowing we had to get into the bedroom and do our thing quickly. 
But we were both caught up in the memory of that day.

?Yeah, baby.? I told her, pulling her against me tighter.
?How I pushed your skirt up, and pulled your panties aside??
?Oh yeah?? I moaned, feeling her hand cup my sex and press against me 
through my jeans.
??Member how wet you were, baby? How I slid my fingers into you so easily? 
how I fucked you hard and fast??
?Goddess??

She dragged her teeth across my jaw line and licked my bottom lip. Her other 
hand had found my nipple and was squeezing it, rolling it between her 
fingers.

?You felt so good, baby.? She continued. ?It was so hot? You were hot. Out 
in the open like that? where anyone could see.?

I remembered how scared I was of getting caught, but not able to stop her, 
too worked up and in need of Buffyhand, as Tara might have put it.

?You came so hard for me, Will. Didn?t you??

?Uh huh?? I nodded, licking and sucking that tender bit of flesh on her neck 
where I can feel her pulse.

?Rocking back and forth on those crates, fucking my fingers and holding on 
to me like that??

I moaned again, feeling my cunt twitch with the memory of our need for each 
other. Knowing that nothing had changed since that day. If anything, that 
need had grown stronger.

She caught my lips with hers and we kissed, tasting and exploring with 
hungry vigor. I caught her tongue between my teeth and pulled, sucking on 
it. I knew exactly what that tongue could do to other parts of my body. 
That thought made a fresh wave of desire ripple over me. But I didn?t want 
her tongue. I wanted her fingers. I was wet, throbbing, and wanted to feel 
her fingers pounding into me with that slayer strength that she was always 
trying to keep in check.

?Bedroom, Buffy. Now.? I demanded, almost breathlessly as soon as she broke 
the kiss.

The door slammed behind us and we fell into another crushing kiss, our hands 
tearing at our clothes, seeking hot, bare skin and the closest contact 
possible.

?You want me to fuck you, baby?? She asked, pushing me onto the bed and 
grabbing my undone jeans.
?Fuck me, Buffy.? I told her, my eyes never leaving hers.

She loved to hear me tell her to fuck me. She loved when I begged her to 
fuck me harder and she never failed to disappoint.

Our clothes were gone seconds later, pieces strewn here and there. Her shirt 
hung from the lamp even!

?Oh, Buffy!? I cried when I felt her wet sex rub against mine.

She thrust against me with her hips, grunting, our wet folds smashing and 
smearing. I wrapped my legs around her waist and bucked up against her. 
Her mouth was on my shoulder, sucking and biting. One of my hands was caught 
between us, rolling her nipple between my index finger and thumb, tugging on 
it, while the other caused half moons on her back as I held her to me.

We moved together, thrusting our hips forward and panting with our efforts. 
We were getting close; the friction of our cunts rubbing together and the 
pressure on our bellies was pushing us toward the edge.

But I needed more. And I knew she did too.


***

?Bedroom, Buffy. Now.? She demanded and I quickly pulled her into the 
bedroom, slamming the door behind us.

I pulled her against me, crushing my mouth to hers and deepening the kiss 
immediately. The kiss was bruising and I marveled, not for the first time, 
at Willow?s hunger and inclination for pain with her pleasure.

I pushed her onto the bed, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her jeans 
and panties.

?You want me to fuck you, baby?? I asked her, knowing how much she did, but 
needing to hear her say it.

I stripped her pants off.

?Fuck me, Buffy.? She looked right at me when I said that, her eyes never 
leaving mine.

Her words sent a shot of arousal straight to my sex, causing it to ache 
more. A deep ache that almost hurt. I tore at my clothes, flinging them and 
not caring where they landed. She did the same and soon we were both naked.

We wasted no time admiring, as we usually might. And I love to admire. I 
trace my eyes over every smooth line, over every curve and bend in her 
beautiful body. Her pale skin is a map I had easily memorized, but wanted 
to relearn again and again.

But not this time.

I jumped on her, pressing my body to hers, weeping sex to sex.

?Oh Buffy!? She cried out.

I felt her legs wrap around me, thrusting against me. I could feel her hot, 
wetness, mixing with mine as we moved against each other. I licked her, 
relishing the sweet taste of her skin, smelling her arousal and feeding off 
the pheromones she was exuding. I couldn?t help but bite her and suck that 
wonderful taste into my mouth.

Willow rolled and tugged on my nipple, the sensation caused me to thrust 
against her harder, grunting into her neck as I sucked the tender flesh into 
my mouth, holding it with my teeth. Our movement was heated, pushing us 
both toward release. I needed to touch her. I needed to be inside her.

I pulled back, causing a whimper to escape from her lips. But as I slid 
onto her thigh I felt her hand around my wrist, demanding me to hurry up and 
touch her. She really is an eager little thing. I love that about her.

I slid two fingers into her easily, her juices coating my fingers. She 
really was dripping wet, and I wanted to take my fingers out to taste them, 
but we needed to make this a quickie. Well, as quickly as we could, anyway.

My thumb was on her clit. It was swollen and exposed, simply begging for 
more attention. I thrust in and out of Willow?s hole, my thumb running up 
and then back down over her clit with the motion of my hand. Her fingers 
twisted and pulled on my nipples, causing a sweet pain that ran down into my 
cunt and spread out into the rest of me.

I moved my hips in rhythm with my arm. As I pushed forward and entered her 
with my fingers, I thrust against her raised thigh, dragging my soaked sex 
over the toned muscle, smearing me on her.

?Oh Goddess? Oh Buffy? Oh?? She started to chant; her eyes squeezed shut and 
her fingers painfully tight around my nipples.

?Yeah baby? Yeah?? I urged her on, feeling how close I was myself.

Her hands left my breasts and found the sheets beside us, bunching them up 
into her little hands as she began to buck her hips more forcefully with her 
oncoming orgasm.

I stilled myself on her thigh as best I could, gritting my teeth. I wanted 
to come, but I wanted to feel her fingers on me more.

?Oh Buffy,? She repeated, ?Fuck me harder!?

And I did. I thrust into her with three fingers. Hard, short jabs into her 
clenching hole over and over.

She was beautiful, her flushed body moving against me in absolute pleasure, 
so close to release.

And it was all because of me.

?Baby! Baby don?t stop! Baby? Oh!? She cried out, jerking up against me, her 
orgasm rocketing through her.

She clung to my fingers with her muscles but I continued to move my hand, 
drawing out her orgasm as much as possible. My own sex throbbed and ached, 
begging for attention, for release of its own.

She stilled my hand, panting and trying to regain her breath. I could feel 
her pulse racing and I bent to lick and suckle the spot on her neck that 
beat so quickly. I felt her lips on my ear, opening and pulling my lobe into 
her mouth, running her tongue over it. I giggled into her neck.

?We?re not done yet.? She told me, pushing me back and away from her neck.
?No??

I looked at her, feigning innocence while bringing my hand up to my lips at 
the same time. My fingers were coated with her cream and I slid them into my 
mouth, savoring the taste of her.

Her eyes widened and she gulped. I knew I wasn?t helping her get her energy 
back, but I couldn?t hold off tasting her. I also knew how much she loved 
to see me lick her off of me.

?You are so sexy!? She growled.

So much for not helping with her energy.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back and Willow?s fingers were searching 
out my folds, gathering her own sample to taste later.

?Oh shit?? I breathed and squeezed my eyes shut as her fingers circled and 
then pinched my clit, pulling and massaging it.

Her mouth found my nipple and she scraped her teeth over it before sucking 
it into her mouth. Sucking hard, causing me to jerk up and writhe beneath 
her.

?Willow!?

Her fingers were inside me all of a sudden and I was coming, clutching her 
to me and bucking my hips against her thrusting fingers.

Our lips met and we kissed greedily, tongues tumbling back and forth. I took 
deep breaths through my nose so as not to have to break from the kiss. I 
knew she could taste the remnants of her release on my lips still. And I 
knew she loved it.

Amazing was the feelings she created in me.

No, created wasn?t right. Allowed me to have. Encouraged.

This primal strength; a need to conquer and claim. I felt it with my past 
lovers, but could never fully let that side of me out with them. It was a 
slayer thing, I knew. Faith had it. She wore hers out in the open, 
unhidden, unashamed. And, while I wasn?t ashamed to let the slayer in me 
slip to the surface during sex with Willow, I always tried to subdue it the 
rest of the time.

Except during the hunt. The fight. The kill. Then I was all Slayer. All 
force. Willow loved that in me. She appreciated and admired it. Hell, it 
turned her on. I couldn?t help but wonder if I?d find that with another 
lover. Was it the time we?d spent together as friends, her knowing all my 
insecurities and fears and secrets? The times I?d confided in her about my 
questions regarding my slayer abilities.

Exploring my slayer abilities to their fullest was like going through 
puberty again. There were so many strange sensations, desires. I had so many 
questions, and while I did eventually corner Giles on a few occasions to 
gain answers, it was Willow I shared it all with. The only thing I ever hid 
from my Wills was the truth of my feelings for her, and the things Faith and 
I had gotten up to.

But all of that was past us now. And there in my arms lay my red headed 
beauty, fully accepting anything I had to give.

?Come on, Willow.? I whispered, nudging her.
?Already?? She rested her chin on my chest and looked up at me with those 
large green eyes.
?As much as I?d love to stay here with you all night??
?I know, I know?? She said, giving in quickly.

She was halfway to the bathroom and I was just sitting up, testing the area 
on my neck that she had latched on to, wondering how bad I might have hurt 
her. Sometimes I left marks that took days to even fade and left her sore. 
She didn?t seem to mind, but I worried.

?Join me?? She asked, casting me a sexy grin, her hair all tousled from our 
quick fix.
?You betcha!? I jumped up to join her in the shower.

***



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