FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 14/? [B/W]

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[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'R'
FOR ADULT CONTENT! DO NOT READ 
IF SUCH MATERIAL BOTHERS YOU. YOU 
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well, this is a F/F pairing!)]


"ALL THE THINGS" 

= = = (*Left Unsaid*) = = = 

Tara looked down at her hand, intertwined with Willows. They seemed 
to fit together nicely. She enjoyed the feeling of warmth it gave 
her. She hadn't held a girl's hand (or anyone's for that matter) in 
a long while. She realized how much she missed it. Slowly, Tara 
lifted her eyes to Willow's. The redhead looked confused, yet 
excited. Tara knew exactly why.

Willow felt strange. She had tried to move the vending machine with 
all the power of her mind, and yet all she could get it to do was 
wobble. True, both she and Tara couldn't even get it to do that 
with their physical strength, but . . . it was weird! It was like: 
one minute she was concentrating as hard as she could on moving the 
massive appliance, then next, it was moved. She remembered taking 
Tara's hand, and then . . . {Wow, is all that can be said!} Willow 
thought. It'd been amazing! And incredibly intimate. It was 
like Tara had reached inside her and pulled out this hidden piece of 
her spirit. Willow pulled her hand away. Blushing slightly.

"Wow . . ." Tara muttered. Willow nodded, but quickly turned to 
face her, eyes bugged. Tara looked scared, but then realized. "I-
I-I Spoke!" she said. Willow nodded again. They hadn't realized 
how much time had passed. Both girls felt kind of wonky, their head 
slightly swimmy, and overly relaxed. Suddenly both heads turned 
towards the door as they heard feet hammering down the stairs towards 
their hiding place in the laundry room. 

"Scream!" Willow told Tara.

"W-What?" Tara asked quickly.

"Don't ask, just scream!" and with that Willow started yelling at the 
top of her lungs, Tara joining in, looking slightly confused as to 
what was going on. The loud stomping down the stairs didn't stop, 
and soon there was a pounding on the door! Willow screamed louder, 
and higher, waving her hand to indicate that Tara should too. She 
did, but stopped once the door started to cave. They heard the wood 
snap and splinter, but they couldn't see past the Vend. Willow just 
yelled higher until suddenly the machine toppled over and skidded 
across the room.

Buffy stood there, framed in the door. She was standing in a 
fighting stance, looking between Willow and Tara. Willow had 
stopped screaming now. She dropped the offensive attitude and ran 
to the redhead. In one quick move she pulled her best-friend up, 
and into a tight hug. Willow embraced her back tightly. 

"Willow I was so worried!" she said, not letting go. "I was fighting 
the gentlemen with Riley, and I screamed, and all their head blew up 
and . . . I can't explain it! It was like I was being drawn to 
you! Like I was a compos, and you were due north . . . I don't know 
how I found you but . . ." she let go, and looked at the Witch 
critically, looking for injuries. "Thank god you're okay. I heard 
you screaming . . ." she said looking between Willow and the other 
girl. She did a double take. {Isn't that the blonde from the 
Wicca group? Why are my Slayer Senses telling me something's off 
here?}.

"Oh! Buffy, This is Tara, from my Witch group. Tara, this is my 
room-mate Buffy." Buffy held out her hand, and the Witch shook it 
gently. Buffy gave her a small smile, enjoying the soft touch of 
the blonde' slim fingers. "She saved my life Buffy, she helped me 
move the Vending machine-" And before Willow could even finish, Buffy 
was hugging Tara. Tara looked kind of surprised, and Willow looked 
slightly shocked. 

"Thank you so much!" Buffy said as she pulled away, "You have no idea 
how much this means to me! Willow's my best-friend, she means the 
world to me, ask for it and it's yours!" Buffy took Willow's hand in 
her own, and gave Tara a look to say she was dead serious. 

Tara didn't know what to say. She had been thinking about both 
these girls all day and then some. She had been contemplating doing 
spells with Willow to get people's voices back, and she'd been 
thinking about the Slayer in a more intimate sense {after all, not 
many women flirt with me!}. She had no idea that doing spells with 
the pretty redhead would feel that amazing, or that Buffy would be 
offering her a reward for saving her best friend's life. 

"I-I-I don't know w-what to say . . ." Tara stuttered, blushing at 
her nervousness and her speech impediment. "I-I-It was nothing, r-
really." She looked up to see a nervous Slayer, who leaned over 
towards Willow and asked.

"Am I really that intimidating?" She looked worried, and almost 
sad. Willow frowned, then realized what her friend was talking 
about.

"N-No, B-B-Buffy this hap-happens a lot." Tara nodded, 
comfortingly. Buffy smiled slightly at that. It slowly crept up 
the corners of her mouth, into a flirtatious grin. Tara's face 
changed from comforting to questioning.

"In that case it's kinda cute . . ." Tara blushed, and let her long 
hair fall in her face. Looking down at her shoes, she suddenly saw 
another pair standing right by hers. Then she saw two small hands 
push the hair back behind her ears. She looked up into Buffy's 
smiling face. "Let me buy you something?" she asked. Tara didn't 
know what she was talking about. "For saving my Willow, how about 
that?" Tara watched as the Slayer dug around in her pockets, 
pulling out a pen. She then took Tara's hand and wrote down their 
dorm's phone-number.

"Buffy?" Buffy turned around to see Willow's slightly hurt face. 
She knew that the redhead was hurting a lot more, but was simply 
holding it in so Tara wouldn't see. Buffy flashed her a winning 
smile and wrote '10am' next to their phone number. She gently blew 
air onto Tara's hand, seemingly to dry the ink. But the look Tara 
saw on Buffy face was a lot more suggestive. Tara shuddered, and 
the Slayer noticed.

"There!" Buffy said, capping the pen, and placing it back in her 
pocket, "That's our dorm number. I want you to call us tomorrow 
morning, at 10am. I'm going to take you out to breakfast, and I 
want to hear the whole story of how you saved my Wills. Okay?"

"A-Are you s-sure?" Tara asked. Buffy nodded.

"Yeah, even after near-death experiences you'll be up by 10. Trust 
me, you body will kick into 'Living Life To The Fullest' mode, and 
have you up at the crack of dawn . . ." Buffy smirked, knowing that 
wasn't what Tara meant. Tara smiled, glad that she finally met 
someone who would joke with her. She nodded, and walked back over 
to Willow. Tara watched as the Slayer took amazingly expert care of 
her friend. Looking her over again and again. She asked her if 
she was alright, and Willow nodded. She senses there was something 
more going on there, but couldn't put her finger on it. 

"You'll call us, right? Not gonna stand up a free breakfast with a 
beautiful woman are you, 'cause I know Willow's dying to see you 
again . . . ?" She watched as Willow playfully swatted Buffy's arm. 
She laughed, and continued. "I don't get a call from you by 10, I'm 
gonna come and look for you okay? So call. This way I don't have 
to bust down you're dorm-room-door!" Buffy smiled, and grabbed 
Willow, who screamed, as she was tossed over the Slayer's shoulder. 
Buffy waved goodbye as she settled the Witch into a Piggy-Back 
position. Tara watched as the both trotted happily up the stairs to 
their room, laughing and smiling. 

= = = (*I Should Have Told You*) = = = 

Buffy shoved the door open, and dropped a happy and laughing Willow 
on to her bed. Buffy turned to take off her jacket, but quickly 
looked at the Witch when she heard a sharp intake of breath. She 
saw the redhead wince and grab her ankle. Buffy rushed over and 
told Willow to lie down. Willow did as she was told, and watched as 
Buffy took out her Post-Slayage First-Aid-Kit. This had all the 
things she'd need after a more rigorous night of slaying. It even 
had a special needle and thread so she could give herself stitches. 

Willow watched as Buffy took out an instant ice-pack, and an Ace 
Bandage. Very slowly and carefully, Buffy pulled up the cuff of 
Willow's jeans. She then undid the laces, and took off the 
redhead's shoes. 

"Yup, this is a pretty bad sprain . . ." Buffy said, popping the 
internal bag for the Ice-Pack, and placing the now cold plastic on 
her friend's leg. She took it off after a few minutes, and looked 
at it again. "You should be fine by tomorrow. The swelling is 
pretty bad, but that's probably just because you tried to walk on 
it. You can just lean on me tomorrow." Buffy looked up smiling. 
Willow smiled slightly, but remember that she'd smiled at Tara that 
way too.

"You sure you won't be leaning on Tara?" Willow said in a small 
voice. She would have said it louder, if the thought didn't depress 
her so much. She wanted to be mad, she wanted to be upset, but she 
knew . . . she knew she never had the Slayer's heart in the first 
place. {First I saw the way she was with Riley, then in the hall; 
the way she fallowed Tara with her eyes . . . I should have known 
that I'd never get to be with her. And besides, even if I was with 
her, I don't think I'd be enough} Willow grumbled to herself. She 
looked up to see a smiling Slayer. 

"Made you jealous?" she ask, her voice low. Willow looked down and 
nodded. She felt Buffy start taking off her other shoe, but didn't 
look up. 

"So it's true?" Willow asked quietly, fighting back her tears with 
all her remaining strength, "You were flirting with her?" her voice 
quavered slightly at the last words. A single tear slipped down her 
cheek, and she cursed herself for her weakness. She felt Buffy 
start to take off her socks too, but didn't want to Slayer to see her 
cry.

"Yes, but you want to know why?" Buffy answered, her voice calm and 
soft. Willow nodded, and felt Buffy slide up her body smoothly. 
Here eyes bugged as she saw Buffy smiling down from above her. 
Willow let out a low groan that she didn't realized she'd been 
holding in. "It was incase you wouldn't have me . . ." Buffy said, 
he face was brave, but Willow saw just how scared she was in her 
eyes. 

"Just in case, you changed you mind, so I might have something to 
look forward to for tomorrow . . ." Buffy sighed, and leaned closer 
until their noses were only a centimeter apart. "Because I don't 
know how I could go on without you Will. I wake-up every day to see 
you smile. I go to Psych to be with you, and hold your hand while I 
sleep. I may fight the good fight that you want in on, but I go out 
there every time . . . for you. To make the world safe, FOR YOU. 
A better place for YOU to live, and be happy, and free, and maybe 
even one day grow old in." Willow was speechless. How many times 
had she dreamed about this. Buffy telling her she loved her, and 
wanted to be with her, and telling Willow how much she meant to the 
Slayer. But no dreams can ever live up to reality.

"I love you Buffy, don't ever doubt that." Willow whispered, the 
tears in her eye now ones of joy. The Slayer gently kissed them 
away as the rolled down her cheek. Buffy leaned her forehead 
against Willows, and closed her eyes. As she opened them, her 
penetrating stair returned. Once again her eyes seemed to look past 
her mind, past her soul and deeply into her heart. She seemed to 
like what she saw there, as she smiled.

"I love you too Willow. Don't ever leave me." With that she leaned 
in and captured Willow's lips softly between her own. They met with 
a rush of feeling and warmth. It felt like coming home, like she'd 
spent her life wondering, and Willow had just found where she truly 
belonged. The Witch's eyes drifted shut the second her lips 
connected with the Slayers.

Buffy was having trouble breathing. She'd never felt so incredible 
with anyone else. She never though anything would ever feel as good 
as Angel did, but this was . . . perfect. She drew a shuddering 
breath as she kissed this beautiful woman she loved. Buffy's hand 
slipped down the witch's face, cupping her jaw by the ear, 
encouraging Willow to linger unlike their other shared kisses. The 
Slayer was savoring ever moment. 

Willow reached up to wrap her arms around Buffy' neck. She pulled 
the blonde closer, wanting to feel more of this amazing heady 
sensation she got from kissing Buffy. As the angle of the kiss 
changed, Willow really started to taste the lips connected with her 
own. That sweet vanilla and strawberry flavor seeping into her 
mouth through the gentle ministrations of the Slayer's silken lips. 

Buffy let herself fall into the kiss. She tried to remember what it 
was to be kissed with such tenderness. With such loving admiration 
and Aw. Something about kissing Willow felt so right and familiar, 
yet at the same time new and exciting. She lost herself in her 
friend's touch, Mind body and soul submitting to an eternity with 
this one amazing person. As the play between mouths increased, 
Buffy started to tenderly suck on Willow's lower lip.

Willow let out a small moan, totally taken aback by Buffy's sensually 
playful nature. She just laid back and relaxed as Buffy took the 
kiss further. Willow felt somewhat overwhelmed with everything that 
was happening tonight. Not being able to talk all day, seeing Buffy 
with Riley, being chased by the gentlemen, watching Buffy flirt with 
Tara . . . and yet with every touch from Buffy, she knew more and 
more that everything was going to be fine. Buffy slowly pulled back

"Are you alright with this?" Buffy asked, breathing warm words across 
their faces. Willow nodded, taking in as much oxygen as she 
could. Buffy looked worried, as she was unaware that it was her 
kisses that had left her friend so out of breath.

"I haven't been this alright in a long time." She smiled, and 
pulled the blonde closer to her, their lips once again a hair's 
breath apart.

"Me too." Buffy breathed, and once again captured the redheads lips 
with her own. Buffy ran her free hand down to Willow's side, 
cupping their hip so as to bring them even closer together. Buffy 
moaned into the kiss, which slowly turned into a slight growl. 
Buffy pushed the kiss just that little bit further, running the tip 
of her tongue along the generous curve of the Wicca's luscious lower 
lip. 

Willow thought she was about to faint. The soft touches of Buffy's 
hand on her hip, the way she was gently sucking on her lower lip, and 
now she was asking to kiss her even further. As soon as she felt 
the blonde run her tongue along the inside of her lip, she moaned 
into the Slayer's mouth. She felt Buffy smile slightly as she 
gained the access to the mouth she so desperately enjoyed. Buffy 
gently slid her tongue into the redhead's mouth, surprised when 
Willow's met her. They ran together smoothly, neither fighting for 
dominance but simply enjoying the feel of each other.

Willow felt Buffy start to slide her hand up the bottom of her 
shirt. The feeling of the slayers small fingers running along her 
stomach made her quiver in anticipation. He back arched slightly as 
it climbed even higher. She felt Buffy cup a hand over her breast, 
and felt the nipple harden underneath. Willow would have gasped, 
but her mouth was slightly preoccupied. Buffy continued her gentle 
caresses of both her breast and tongue, as she climbed more fully on 
top of Willow. Suddenly, Buffy pulled away, and sat back on her 
calves. Willow was worried until she saw the small smile on the 
Slayer's face.

Buffy reached for the hem of her shirt, and pulled it off. Once the 
fabric had cleared her face, she saw the shocked yet glazed look in 
her new girl-friend's eyes. She slowly lowered herself back down, 
and returned to pleasing her. She reached down, and tugged at 
Willow's shirt, indicating that she wanted it gone. She watched as 
Willow pulled back from the kiss. For a second she was worried that 
Willow might refuse her, and send her away, but the look in her eye 
told Buffy that she was just being shy. Buffy smiled, and started 
kissing Willow's neck, trying to get her to relax. It worked, and 
soon Willow was tugging off her shirt.

Willow blushed as her head popped out of it's collar. She was 
expecting to find a disapproving look in Buffy's face, but instead 
only saw lust. {Lust?} Willow thought,{Am I sure she's looking at 
me 'cause . . .} But before Willow could finish that thought Buffy 
leaned down, and started kissing the tops of Willow's breasts. Her 
back arched, and she let out a loud unrestrained moan. Buffy's head 
shot up to look at Willow. Her face looked shocked, yet aroused, 
and she slowly and showfully lowered herself back down. Willow's 
eyes closed at the amazing sensation of Buffy kissing her like 
this. Absolutely nothing compared to it! 

As Buffy reverently kissed the expanse of alabaster skin before her, 
she groaned at the incredible feeling of their skin touching. It 
was like her whole body was on fire, and she was shivering with 
want. She needed to feel more of it. She slowly slid her hands 
down the Wicca's ribs, and onto her hips. After a few seconds 
there, she slid her hands between them, and grasped the fabric of the 
redhead's jeans. Willow pulled back suddenly.

"Buffy!" Willow urgently whispered, "W-What are you doing?" Buffy 
looked hurt. Willow was just confused. She and Buffy had JUST 
confessed their love for each other. Willow wasn't sure that 
sleeping together so soon was such a good idea. But the more she 
thought about it, the more she wanted to! She had known Buffy for 
over 4 years now, and they were in love (no doubt about that!). She 
did want Buffy desperately, more then she cared for oxygen right 
now. They knew how they felt for each other for a few weeks now, 
they just hadn't done anything about it . . . "Just don't take my 
underwear off, okay?" Willow whispered in her little-girl voice. 
Buffy nodded, smiling widely.

Slowly and delicately, Buffy undid the buttons on Willow's jeans. 
She slid her hands just inside the waist band, and at an agonizingly 
slow pace ran them down her girl-friend's legs. She felt Willow 
shiver under her touch, and grimed deeply at the effect she had on 
this girl. Before she came back up, she too slid off her pants. 
Sliding up Willow's body wearing nothing but her undergarments was 
the closest thing she felt to heaven. Buffy thought she was going 
to melt right then and there. She opened her eyes, in pure ecstasy, 
to see Willow's panting and slightly flushed face mere inches from 
her own. Leaning down she claimed her best-friends' lips with her 
own. 

As they kissed, they started to run their hands all over each other's 
bodies, feeling the skin running beneath their own. Buffy settled 
herself on top of Willow again, this time with one of her legs 
between the Wicca's. As their caresses became more focused and 
demanding, Buffy pressed her knee up into Willow.

"BUFFY!" Willow half yelled, half moaned at the contact, "What . . . 
What are you doing?" she asked, her breathing labored.

"Making Love to my Girl-Friend." Buffy said, grinning from ear to 
ear. Willow was so entranced by Buffy's smile and the sweet words 
coming out of her mouth she forgot what exactly was going on. She 
remembered, though, when Buffy added more direct pressure to the apex 
of Willow's legs. "Ahh!" she moaned, back arching violently, eyes 
pinched shut in pleasure. She shivered as Buffy leaned back down, 
their hot flushed skin once again coming into contact with each 
other's. 

She felt dizzy as Buffy stared kissing her neck, leaving loving 
little hickies she'd have to hide in the morning. She had never 
felt so incredibly overwhelmed with pleasure before. Oz had always 
been quick when it came to Loving, and he was never really into 
foreplay so this was a whole new experience for her. As Buffy found 
the Witch's soft-spot just below her ear-lobe she gasped, and tightly 
grasped Buffy's thigh with her own. 

Buffy's back arched, and she gave a loud moan, pulling away from 
Willow's neck. Willow turned to look down at her as Buffy eased her 
eyes open. Buffy blushed. Willow continued to hold the blonde's 
leg tightly between her own, and pulled Buffy closer. Buffy gave 
out another short moan, which she quickly tried to stifle. Willow 
leaned up, and captured the hardened tip of Buffy's breast through 
the fabric of her bra. Buffy let out a low growl, and arched her 
back, causing her leg to slide along Willow's center and her own to 
slide along Willow's leg. They groaned in unison.

With the speed, strength, and agility born only to a Slayer, Buffy 
flipped them over so that Willow was on top. Willow looked up, no 
longer feeling the bed beneath her. She took a second to become 
accustomed to her new surroundings, then felt Buffy slide the leg 
between her up the bed. Now her leg was pressing deep into Willow's 
center, and she was close (Buffy could feel it). Willow wrapped her 
arms around the blonde's neck, and Buffy firmly grasped the Witch's 
hips in her hands. Slowly Buffy started a push and pull motion, 
letting Willow guide her as far as the rhythm went. 

Willow thought she was about to explode! She was making love with 
Buffy, and she was being so kind, and gentle, and tender, and 
sweet . . . not to mention the fact that this was the most amazing 
feeling she'd ever known! She knew she was close, but she didn't 
want to finish with out Buffy along side her. She slid her leg 
higher, applying a more direct pressure to the Slayer's center. She 
felt Buffy pull away from her soft stop to gasp "Willow!". Liking 
the way Buffy said that, she started to mimic Buffy's motions with 
her. Soon the only thing coming out of the Slayer's mouth 
was "Willow!", "Oh God!" or "Don't Stop!". Enjoying the sound of 
Buffy's feverish breathing next to her ear, and moaned exclamations, 
she'd only barely noticed that Buffy had sped them up. But she was 
starting to feel it now!

"Oh Goddess Buffy! I'm close!" she whispered quietly to her. 
Buffy nodded, and sped up. Both girls increased pressure as they 
felt their internal coils of passion tightening, getting ready for 
their release. "Oh Gods! Oh Gods! BUFFY!" Willow screamed as she 
went over the edge, the feeling of Willow's internal explosion 
against her leg set Buffy off with a long husky "Yes! WILLOW!". 

Willow collapsed onto Buffy, panting as she tried to regain her 
breathing. She felt Buffy's chest rise and fall just as rapidly 
beneath her cheek. She smiled contentedly. That was everything 
she'd ever dreamed of and more . . . only this time it was real. 
Now, they really were Lovers. Willow looked up smiling at Buffy, 
realizing that it was true. They really were together. Buffy 
smiled back down at her, still breathing rapidly. She gently pulled 
Willow up to her, and kissed her lips softly. Willow was so happy 
that she couldn't stop smiling. She doubted if she ever would. 
She felt Buffy smile, and pull away. 

"You feeling sleepy?" Buffy whispered, not knowing how to feel right 
now. She had never felt so alive, and yet she felt like she was 
about to pass-out. Willow nodded, and tried to stifle a yawn. She 
ran her hand softly over her Lovers glowing red-hair, and smiled. 
She gently lay her back down on her chest. {Wow,} Buffy thought, 
{We did it. We really did it. She and I are together now . . . 
Never thought I'd see the day. I was worried we'd never get 
together because we'd each be too scared to make the first move. 
Wow . . . Willow Rosenberg is my LOVER . . .} {It does have a nice 
ring to it, doesn't it?} came her other voice. Buffy yawned, and 
pulled the sheets over her self and her new Girl-Friend. {Yeah,} 
she answered sleepily, {It does . . .}



(Author's Note: So, what did yall think? Did you like what Danny 
wrote? Can you guess where I stopped and she began? Can you guess 
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I WILL write back! Please note that the next chapter and possibly 
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