FIC: A Firm Foundation (4 or ?) NC-17

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Title: A Firm Foudation
Author: Red Willow
Email: reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx
Archive: http://papa-bear.com/RW/
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all 
them other peeps. i'm just using them to make my own fun. All original 
characters such as Casey, Claire, Andi, Shellie, Markus, et.al., and all 
story ideas belong to me. Girl/Girl lovin'. You no like, you no read.
Pairing: B/W, T/others, other implied/eventual.
Rating: NC-17. Smut, baby!
Summary: Sequel to Filling In The Gaps Part 4 or ? Takes place about a week 
or so later.ÊSmut drenched. Buffy and Willow find outÊabout "the disc,"Êset 
some things straight,Êand of course, drama ensues!Ê
Feedback? Yes, please!

Author's notes: A Firm Foundation is the third intallment of The Spaces In 
Between/Filling in the Gaps series. Fanfic has been slow going over the last 
few months due to other distractions and concentration on original fic. 
This is part 4 and b/c i'll be out of the country for the next 3 weeks, part 
5 won't be written until i return. Thanks for reading. :-)

***

They were at it again!

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard Willow chanting my sisterÕs name. 
EwwwÉ

I mean, donÕt get me wrong, it was wicked cool they were together and I 
didnÕt mind them being lesbian lust bunnies, but did I need constant 
exposure to it? Surely this would warp my tender, young mind.

Yeah, I donÕt buy it either.

My mind was plenty warped already. Drenched actually, with thoughts about 
sex and kissing and sex and boyfriends and sex. But I was nearly sixteen, 
and my first kiss had been with a vampire who tried to eat me. And not in 
the good way. No, I needed a boyfriend Ð a human boy - to let the hormones 
loose on. And Markus, he sure was a cutie! But I was sure he wasnÕt 
interested in me, just being nice. And even if he was interested, he was 
probably like every other teenage boy at my school, out for one thing. I 
wonder how Buffy dealt with that. Geeze, I wonder how she dealt with Xander 
at my age.

I wanted something more than just fooling around in the back of a car like 
Tanya and Melody. I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted someone to hold my hand. To 
take me out. Someone I could laugh with and be myself around. Who would 
accept me for me. Someone who would hold me and kiss me and touch me, but 
if I said no, heÕd understand. Okay, so maybe I was dreaming, but it was my 
dream, damnit.

They were going at it again, this time in WillowÕs room, and I wondered when 
they were just going to move into the same bedroom. It made no sense to me 
for them to be in separate rooms. They never slept apart anymore, and the 
last time I helped with the laundry, I found half of WillowÕs clothes in 
BuffyÕs room. Which reminds me, I should probably tell Will about the tops 
of hers I haveÉ

So I ended up in the living room instead of going up to my room. I sat down 
cross legged in front of the TV and sipped on my Coke, flipping through the 
six channels we had over and over andÉ I was bored. I looked up to the 
ceiling and wondered if they were done. I heard them at night sometimes, 
like I used to hear Tara and Willow. It was different though. Not just the 
voices, the tones as well. I canÕt really explain it. It just sounded 
different, like there was something deeper going on between Buffy and 
Willow. Like, maybe all the years theyÕd been in love but too stupid to do 
anything about it was finally coming to the surface.

But again, I didnÕt really need to hear all that. All the time. Like, every 
night. Sometimes before and after Buffy went on patrol. I donÕt even want to 
think about them going on patrol together! And no one can tell me they 
werenÕt having sex during the day if they were both home, either.

The phone rang and I got up to get it.

ÒHey Dawnie.Ó
ÒHi Tara!Ó I said happily, glad to hear her voice. ÒWhatÕs up?Ó
ÒUm, n-not much.Ó

She paused and I chewed on the pen IÕd found on the coffee table.

ÒIs Buffy or Willow there?Ó
ÒYeah, theyÕreÉ uhÉ well theyÕre kindaÉ umÉÓ
ÒOh.Ó

I slapped myself upside the head. I couldnÕt just say they were out?

ÒSorry TaraÉÓ
ÒWha-? Oh! NoÉ No, itÕs okay. IÕm happy for them, Dawn. I-IÕm glad theyÕre 
together.Ó She told me.
ÒYou are?Ó I asked.
ÒOf course, sweetie!Ó
ÒOh, wellÉ I just thoughtÉÓ
ÒI-I know. But really, itÕs all very good.Ó

There was silence again and I knew something was going on. She didnÕt sound 
like herself. She sounded really nervous, maybe even scared.

ÒTara?Ó
ÒYes?Ó
ÒAre you okay?Ó

Another long pause.

ÒÕCause if youÕre notÉ well, you know weÕre here for you. YouÕre still 
family.Ó
ÒY-youÕre a s-sweetheart, Dawn.Ó She told me, her voice cracking.

I smiled at her remark, but I knew she was crying.

ÒTara?Ó

My voice was soft, concerned.

ÒTara, whatÕs wrong?Ó

Another long pause and then more sniffling.

ÒÕCause youÕre kinda starting to freak me out here.Ó
ÒOh, no! No Dawnie, IÕm sorryÉ I-I shouldnÕt haveÉ I-IÕm s-s-sorryÉÓ
ÒDonÕt be sorry. Please, just tell me whatÕs wrong. Did something happen? 
O-or did you get attacked? A vampire??Ó

I really was starting to freak. Tara never called just to cry on the phone. 
Who does unless something bad has happened? I loved Tara, she was like 
another big sister, and I wanted to go kick the ass of whatever it was that 
had hurt her. So, okay, IÕd get Buffy to go kick its ass, but IÕd watch. Or 
at least feel better later.

ÒNo Dawn.Ó She started again, ÒN-Nothing attacked me. Nothing like that.Ó
ÒThen what?Ó I tried again.
ÒI w-was supposed to come over tonight and I thought IÕd postpone thatÉÓ
ÒCool! I didnÕt know you were coming over.Ó

She sighed and didnÕt say anything for a few seconds. Neither did I. 
Whatever was wrong, Tara was trying to hold it together as best she could.

ÒI-IÕll be there in a little while.Ó She finally said, softly.
ÒOkay, Tara.Ó
ÒDawnie?Ó She sounded scared again.
ÒYeah?Ó
ÒY-you know IÕll a-always love you, donÕt you?Ó

I thought about this and the conversation weÕd had soon after she left 
Willow. She had reassured me then that sheÕd always love me and would 
always be there for me if I needed her, and I knew she would be.

ÒI know. WeÕve had this conversation before. Remember?Ó
ÒYeah, I remember. S-super sized milkshake m-monster and all.Ó

I giggled, knowing I could eat my weight in milkshake and how surprised 
everyone always was when I did, no matter how many times theyÕd seen it.

ÒTheyÕre yummy!Ó I said, rubbing my belly.
ÒTheyÕll make you sick.Ó
ÒNever happen.Ó I reassured her.

She paused again and I could almost picture her smiling and shaking her head 
at me.

ÒSee you in a bit.Ó She said, finally.
ÒOkay.Ó

After I hung up the phone I stood there looking at it for a few seconds. 
Tara had been crying. She was pretending like nothing was wrong, but I knew 
better. I heard the water running from the shower upstairs and hoped I 
would get to talk to Buffy or Willow before Tara came over.

I was worried.


***


I pulled into JayÕs driveway a little after eight and parked behind his 
momÕs Beamer. Sweet car. Too bad she never let Jay drive it. Not that I 
blame her, Jay couldnÕt drive worth a shit.

I pulled off my work shirt, smelled my underarms, and shrugged. If there was 
any chance of hooking up with someone IÕd just use JayÕs shower and snag 
some of his Polo. Done it before, no big. Figured weÕd have to make a few 
phone calls later on.

I pulled my cut off DodgerÕs tee over my head on the way to the front door.

Everyone was already there. Jay, Paul, Burr, and Wiggs, who answered the 
door. He let his signature grin show and pulled me inside.

ÒÕBout time you got here.Ó He told me.

I followed him through the kitchen, stopping to grab a beer out of the 
fridge first, before meeting the others in the basement.

ÒYou gotta fucking see this, dude!Ó He said excitedly.
ÒWhatÕs up?Ó I asked when we got to the bottom of the stairs.

The rest of the guys were glued to the TV, a 56 incher with surround sound. 
But I didnÕt hear anything though.

Well, except for drool hitting the floor and a couple of comments that 
didnÕt seem directed to anyone in particular.

ÒDudeÉÓ Burr sighed.

I moved toward the couch and took a look at what they were seeing.

I thought my heart was going to stop. Or my dick was going to tear through 
my pants.

ÒHoly fuck!Ó I yelled, not believing my eyes. ÒWhereÕd you get that?!Ó

Paul shook his head and shrugged.

ÒWasnÕt one I grabbed.Ó He said, never taking his eyes from the screen.
ÒWe ran into this girl on the way out.Ó Jay filled me in. ÒI think its 
hers.Ó He glanced at me and shrugged. ÒThink we took it when we were picking 
up our vids.Ó
ÒYou ran into a girl on your way out of the Video Barn?Ó I asked them. ÒLike 
ran into, ran into?Ó
ÒYeah.Ó Paul nodded.
ÒAnd you picked this up?Ó I was staring at the screen, unbelieving.
ÒYeah.Ó Paul nodded again.
ÒAnd you didnÕt notice that it didnÕt have one of those big, plastic cases 
over it?Ó

I glanced at the coffee table and saw the other dvds theyÕd rented. They 
were all in bulky cases that were a standard at the Video Barn.

ÒNah manÉÓ Jay glanced up at me and shrugged. ÒWe were in a hurry to go. 
DidnÕt wanna get caught.Ó

I nodded and kept my attention on the scene playing out on the big screen 
TV.

DawnÕs sister and her girlfriend were going at it. The red head was on her 
knees, head hung low, pushing back against the blondeÕs hand.

ÒIs that her whole hand?Ó I asked, my beer still in mine, but completely 
forgotten.
ÒUh huh.Ó Wiggs nodded.

I looked around at all of them and then back at the screen. I didnÕt think 
any of them had recognized the chicks going at it.

ÒLook at that ass.Ó Burr commented.
ÒThose tits.Ó Paul added.
ÒUhÉ how many times have you guys watched this?Ó I asked.
ÒFourÓ Came the answer from all of them.
ÒDamnÉÓ I shook my head, not able to tear my eyes from the screen again.

The red head and blondie were pushing and pulling back and forth, the 
blondeÕs hand buried inside the redÕs pussy. The blonde was gritting her 
teeth, her muscles rippling as she held onto her girlfriend and fucked her 
with her hand. IÕd never seen anything like it. Not even in my sisterÕs porn 
collection. What we were seeing was justÉ justÉ I have no words for it.

Then it hit me.

I looked closer at the room they were in. The camera gave a pretty good view 
of most of the room, even though the bed was the center of attention.

ÒHoly shit.Ó I said suddenly.

I took a closer look at the dresser, the nightstand, and the boxes that sat 
among them.

ÒI know, dude. ItÕs fucking hot.Ó Wiggs, who was still standing beside me, 
commented.

Yeah, it was fucking hot. My groin was stirring, my dick twitching and I was 
trying to will it to be a good boy and stay down. I would have liked nothing 
more than to settle on the couch, drink a few beers, and watch this over and 
over. But the part of me that really was a nice guy just couldnÕt do it.

ÒNo, dude.Ó

I shook my head, glancing at Wiggs.

ÒI think thatÕs my sisterÕs apartment.Ó


***

We were in the shower, kissing and holding onto each other while the soap 
lay on the bathtub floor between us. Her breasts were pressed against mine, 
sudsy still from the quick wash-down we had attempted. But there was still 
heat between us, still an arousal that our little quickie wasnÕt going to 
quell.

Buffy had one hand on my butt, the other cupping my cheek while I held her 
around the waist and pulled her against me tighter. I broke off the kiss 
long enough to nip at her bottom lip. She growled playfully before her mouth 
was on me again, her tongue slipping easily between my parted lips. I moved 
one hand behind her head to hold her to me while I sucked and stroked her 
tongue.

She pressed me up against the wall and parted my legs with hers, pushing her 
thigh into my sex. Neither of us said anything, just kept kissing and 
pressing our bodies tighter and tighter together. The hot water continued to 
rain down on us, but we paid it no attention, lost in each otherÕs embrace, 
taste, and desire.

Buffy gripped me tighter and allowed a low groan in the back of her throat. 
The aggressive, slayer part of her was exerting itself again and I waited 
eagerly for it, relishing the overwhelming need to surrender it caused in 
me.

She broke off from the kiss and lifted me, turning to face the far wall. 
She set me back down on two feet, only to have me turn away from her. 
Knowing me, I probably would have slipped on the wet surface if Buffy hadnÕt 
been in total control of my body.

I spread my hands out on the wall and closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip 
as I felt her hands slide up and over my breasts. She caught my erect 
nipples between her fingers and rolled them. She licked and nipped the side 
of my neck before moving down my shoulder where her teeth met my skin 
repeatedly, backed by my slayerÕs sexy growls. My hips rocked back and forth 
as if some other power propelled them.

Then she was on her knees behind me, her hands on my butt and her mouth 
doing wonderful things to the backs of my thighs. I could feel the spray of 
the hot water bouncing off of BuffyÕs shoulders as she moved from one thigh 
to the other, and then one cheek to the other as well. She was Kissing, 
licking, and nipping until she had me spread and pulled forward, my back 
arched, so that our shower water didnÕt go to waste. The water hit the 
small of my back and ran down between my cheeks where BuffyÕs talented 
tongue began to move against me.

I was whimpering and moaning, my knuckles growing white as I tried to grip 
the smooth, tiled surface. Her tongue worked the thin sheet between my two 
holes and then slipped up until she was licking and nudging the soft, 
wrinkled tissue of my anus. I was pushing back against her even though she 
held me steady with her powerful hands. It felt so good, and I honestly 
didnÕt know if it could feel any better. I was in the palm of her hand, in 
pure pleasure, yet I wanted more. So much more.

And then her fingers were inside me, not thrusting but wiggling, pressing 
upwards so that when I rocked back against her tongue, I was also rocking 
back onto her fingers.

I donÕt know where she learned all the wonderful things she does to me, but 
IÕm pretty sure IÕm not that good a teacher. It must just be a talent she 
hasÉ

I felt warm all over and it sure wasnÕt from the steamy bath. It felt like 
tiny ripples of heat and pleasure working their way over my body from my 
center. I was caught on the edge, floundering in the space between wanting 
to have an orgasm and not wanting Buffy to ever stop licking me.

She teased my opening with the tip of her tongue and then pressed against it 
with the flat of her tongue before going back to laving the area, as an 
animal would care for a wound Ð steady strokes with intent. She began to 
move her fingers in and out of me, thrusting upwards as I brought my hips 
back down.

I felt the fingers of her other hand on my clit, circling in rhythm with her 
exploring tongue and her thrusting fingers. Buffy was using both hands and 
her mouth on me and I knew that she was getting almost as much pleasure and 
satisfaction out of making me feel so good, as I was.

I was nothing but a boneless mass of perfect, pleasurable sensations. And 
they were building. Building and rising out of me, ballooning as my cunt did 
around my loverÕs fingers until I was exploding. Wave after sweet wave 
rushed over me making me see stars and pretty colors and feel nothing but 
absolute love and devotion for this woman that would bring me such pleasure.


***

ÒBuffy! Willow!Ó

Dawn was calling Buffy and Willow from the bottom of the stairs. I was 
supposed to come over by myself, holding a disc that had them making love on 
it. Instead, I was standing in the foyer with Casey and Claire, minus said 
disc, with sweaty palms and the shakes. To say I was scared was the 
understatement of the year.

They were going to be pissed. They were going to kick me out of their house 
and never let me in to their lives again. My ex-lover was going to turn her 
back on me, as I once did her. And Buffy, who had stood up for me and 
trusted me with so much, would never want to see me again. I figured I 
would be lucky if we left their house without Buffy trying to kill us with 
one of her shiny metal toys, or Willow doing the dark magicks.

ÒTheyÕre probably coming.Ó Dawn said, turning back to us. ÒThey usually hear 
me.Ó She explained.
ÒYou sure got a set of lungs on ya.Ó Casey commented and was immediately 
rewarded with an elbow from Claire.

I suspected Casey was noticing more than DawnÕs screaming ability. She had 
grown up a lot in the last year, really coming into her assets and though I 
considered her a sister more than anything, those changes hadnÕt gone 
unnoticed.

Dawn eyed my friends curiously with that familiar territorial glint in her 
eyes, as if to say, ÒDonÕt mess with my people.Ó IÕm sure she gained that 
trait from Willow who could be very territorial and possessive when it came 
to her friends.

ÒI think weÕll sit.Ó I told her and headed into the living room, taking a 
seat on the end of the couch with Casey and Claire taking up the remainder.

If I had my way, I wouldÕve dragged Andi and Shell into meeting with Buffy 
and Will as well, so that all five of us could take part in the screaming 
and threatening and ass kicking.

I sighed and put my head in my hands, not sure if I was ready for what was 
to come.

ÒYou okay, Tara?Ó Dawn asked, softly.

She sat across from us in a hard-backed chair, her elbows on her knees.

ÒJust tired, Dawn.Ó I lied.
ÒOh.Ó She didnÕt say anything else and went back to looking at my friends.

I heard Buffy and Willow giggling at the top of the stairs before they 
quieted themselves and started down. My stomach was turning itself into 
knots and the lump in my throat was growing impossibly large. Each step they 
took made my heart beat that much faster. I swallowed a few times and 
realized how dry my mouth was. I was all fear and worry and couldnÕt 
remember the last time IÕd felt quite that bad. Maybe when I still thought I 
was a demon and was trying to hide it from everyone. But even then, it was a 
fear IÕd lived with for a long time. This was sudden and unexpected and was 
making it very hard for me to sit there and not run.

ÒHey guys. WhatÕs up?Ó

Willow smiled brightly and squeezed BuffyÕs arm before moving away to sit on 
the edge of the coffee table. Buffy stayed in the entryway, her hands 
clasped behind her back. She looked happy. Happier than IÕd ever 
remembered seeing her, and it made me feel sick.

ÒHey.Ó Casey said quietly, waving her hand with one quick motion.

I glanced at her and she raised her eyebrows, urging me to get it over with. 
I had explained the whole Slayer thing to them back at the apartment and 
Casey still didnÕt seem that convinced she wouldnÕt be able to hold her own 
in a fight with Buffy. That was the thing about Casey, she was really laid 
back, but I knew of several occasions where she turned things physical in 
defense of herself or her friends. I was working on helping her try to find 
her inner peace and to learn how to problem solve without relying on 
physical action. After the slayer explanation she wasnÕt willing to let me 
go by myself, insisting that I might need back up. I reminded her that I did 
know magic and if the situation turned ugly, could handle myself.

As much as I feared Buffy kicking our butts all the way around and out of 
Sunnydale, I knew that she probably wouldnÕt do that. If anything, Willow 
could hold her back and convince her that we werenÕt worth it. And indeed, I 
felt we werenÕt even worth the energy that sheÕd use laying into us. I felt 
lower than dirt. These were my friends and I put them in a position where 
they were violated and their trust torn to shreds, and the didnÕt even know 
it yet.

ÒOkay, so whatÕs the big?Ó Willow asked, glancing from me to my friends and 
back again, her face creasing in concern.
ÒUh, I think we should talk without Dawn.Ó I told her, looking at Dawn and 
offering a silent apology.
ÒUmÉ okay.Ó She got up and glanced at all of us again. ÒYou know IÕm almost 
sixteen and you canÕt keep everything from me all of the time!Ó She scowled 
and walked past Buffy, who just rolled her eyes.

Even though I was sure Dawn would probably find a way to listen to our 
conversation, I waited for her door to shut and then glanced from Buffy to 
Willow, bracing myself.

ÒSo spill already.Ó Willow urged. ÒWhatÕs going on?Ó

She could see the fear and worry in my face, in the way I was sitting. She 
could probably feel the negative vibes hitting her at full force.

ÒYeah Tara, whatÕs up with the big meeting with old friends?Ó Buffy asked, 
keeping her place.

ÒI-I uhÉ w-w-well umÉÓ I swallowed and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. 
ÒI-I h-have something to tell you.Ó
ÒWe kinda figured that. W-whatever it is, you can tell us.Ó Willow said 
gently, her hand finding mine and squeezing.

That was the worst thing she could possibly do. Offer me support when what I 
was going to tell her was going to hurt her, piss her off, and end any 
support and friendship she was extending to me.

ÒA-about the partyÉÓ I started again, removing my hand from hers and running 
both of them up and down my arms. ÒThereÕs somethingÉ something y-you should 
knowÉ s-somethingÉÓ
ÒLook,Ó Buffy said, ÒWhatever happened at the partyÉ I mean, it was wicked 
wildÉ but thereÕs nothing to worry about.Ó
ÒYes!.Ó Willow agreed. ÒThe party. All good with the party.Ó She gave us 
that priceless Ònot even an issue,Ó smile.

I shook my head and got up, standing on the other side of the room, opposite 
Buffy. Casey and Claire sat motionless, watching me stumble and falter as my 
soon to be ex-friends continued to reassure me and offer support.

ÒThereÕs a disc.Ó I said suddenly, not looking at any of them. ÒW-wellÉ 
there w-was a disc.Ó
ÒA disc?Ó Asked Buffy.

I nodded.

ÒO-okay. Right.Ó Added Willow. ÒYou mentioned a movie, soÉ okay, whatÕs this 
movie?Ó

I swallowed, still not looking at any of them.

ÒI-I-Its ofÉ of umÉ i-its ofÉÓ

I heard a familiar melody and looked at Claire. She sat wide-eyed, 
blushing. Van MorrisonÕs ÔBrown Eyed GirlÕ played out in a muted ring tone 
from her small hemp bag that sat in her lap. Her cell phone.

ÒYou gonna answer that?Ó Buffy asked her, raising her eyebrow, knowing 
something was up.

Claire looked at me, mouthing an apology, knowing how close I was to finally 
telling them, and how much harder it would be to work my nerve back up. I 
nodded for her to answer her phone.

ÒHello?Ó She spoke into the slim, blue phone softly. ÒHey Andi.Ó

Claire glanced at Casey and then at me, her eyes growing wide again.

ÒWeÕre here now.Ó She told Andi. ÒHe what?!Ó

Case and I exchanged looks.

ÒTell him not to let it out of his sight.Ó She told Andi firmly. ÒYeah, 
weÕll meet you there.Ó

When put the phone down and looked at me with a reassuring smile.

ÒAndi knows where it is and weÕre going over there right now to get it.Ó
ÒTheÉ?Ó

She nodded. Andi knew where the disc was and we were going to get it back.

I looked at Buffy and Willow, both of them looking at us with a mixture of 
concern and curiosity. I realized then that Claire had been right all along. 
I should never have asked Shellie and Andi to put the video on a disc to 
bring to Buffy and Willow. I should have told them to delete the file and 
keep it our secret.

ÒUhÉ we need to go. Now.Ó Casey said, getting up and giving her hand to 
Claire, who took it, nodding in agreement, and got up.
ÒY-yeah.Ó I nodded. ÒSorry aboutÉ uhÉÓ

Willow stood up and came over to me, her face still creased in worry. She 
put her hand on mine again. Concerned friend and former lover.

ÒA-are you okay?Ó She asked me, quietly.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

ÒI-IÕll explain everything later.Ó I told her, looking at Buffy as well.

They both nodded and I figured they understood that they wouldnÕt get an 
explanation until I was ready.

Casey, Claire, and I were going to retrieve the disc, destroy it, and not 
tell Buffy or Willow a word about it.

Disc? What disc?

***
tbc...

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