FIC: Off Course (7/7)

["Kimber" <kacoe@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

All previous disclaimers apply.

Chapter 7 (final)

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Buffy closed the kitchen door and leaned against it. ?Will, did you. . .??

?No.? She breathed out. ?Though it was very spooky.?

Buffy nodded her head in agreement.

They stood in the kitchen in silence for a few moments, each lost in their
own thoughts. Finally, the Slayer broke the silence. ?If we don?t change we?
re both gonna catch our death. In my case, my third.?

They looked at each other oddly and smirked shaking their heads. Willow
headed for the stairs without a word. Buffy followed close behind. They
approached Willow?s room and the Slayer opened the door for her.

?Thanks.? Willow murmured and walked in. She immediately went to her drawer
and pulled out a fresh towel. She turned around to find Buffy standing there
looking at her. ?What??

The Slayer shrugged. ?I don?t know.? She sighed and walked toward her a bit.
?I was thinking about what you said. About how I can love but I choose not
to. Do you really think that, Will??

?I do.? She replied matter-of-factly. ?And it makes me sad, Buffy. You have
so much to give, so much to offer and I can?t stand seeing you close up more
and more every day.?

The Slayer nodded. ?You okay??

Willow smiled. ?I?m a little, you know. Wet. I?m sorry if I was out of line
back there.?

?It?s okay, Will. I think I deserved it. A little. I ran out on you.? She
took the forgotten towel out of the Wicca?s hand and wrapped it around her
shoulders. She began rubbing her back trying to get the chill out of the
quite possibly freezing Wicca. ?You?re really cold aren?t you??

Willow nodded. ?Yeah, a little.?

?Why don?t we get you out of those wet clothes?? The Slayer immediately felt
a blush rise in her cheeks. ?I mean, uh. . .?

?It?s okay, Buffy.? Willow smiled. ?I can take it from here.? She turned
around to face the closet and pulled her shirt off. She stepped out of her
skirt and grabbed a pair of jogging pants off of a nearby chair and pulled
them on. She reached into dresser next to her to grab a shirt and felt Buffy
?s hand on her shoulder. She froze.

?Will.? The Slayer whispered.

?Hmm??

Buffy took a small step closer to the Wicca so that barley any space was
left between her front and Willow?s back. The Slayer gently placed both of
her hands on the freckled shoulders before her. Lightly, she kissed the back
of her neck, along her collarbone and over to her shoulder. Barely touching
soft skin, the Slayer allowed her hands to run the length of her arms and
wrap around the slender waist of her best friend. ?I don?t know what I?m
doing.? She whispered. ?But I don?t know if I want to stop either.?

?I think you?re seducing your best friend and just for the record, again,
not complaining here.? Willow whispered back. Slowly, she turned around and
placed her hands on Buffy?s shoulders. ?I love you and we?re both grown ups
here and if you?re not sure then, okay, not sure but if you are,? Her train
of thought was derailed by soft kisses being placed on her neck, trailing up
to her jaw line and finally reaching her lips.

?Stop teasing?? Buffy attempted a humorous conclusion to Willow?s unfinished
thought. She smirked when the Wicca narrowed her eyes in feigned anger and
gasped as she was suddenly walked backwards and landed on the bed with the
redhead on top of her.

Willow looked at the Slayer for a moment. All of the humor and sidestepping
were gone now, and all that was left between them was desire. ?Stop the
foreplay.? She concluded her previous thought before leaning in pressing her
lips against the Slayers? forcefully. Her tongue begged for no invitation
but instead forced its way between the Slayer?s already parted lips.

The blonde moaned as their tongues dueled for control. Buffy ran ? almost
raked ? her nails down Willow?s back firmly, ending their trip with a
squeeze to the redhead?s rear before pulling her in closer.

Willow complied momentarily, grinding into the Slayer?s center but then
pulled away slowly, gasping for air. ?Lack of clothing no longer an option.?
She stood up bringing the Slayer with her and quickly changed positions.
Ridding herself of the sweatpants, she sat on the edge of the bed with the
Slayer facing her. Slowly, she unbuttoned the white blouse the blonde wore
and slipped it off her shoulders. Risking another look into the Slayers
eyes, Willow saw desire and willingness. That was enough incentive to
continue by leaning in and brush her tongue over the Blonde?s already erect
nipple.

Buffy instinctively grabbed the back of Willow?s head and pulled her in,
almost begging for more contact. The redhead refused to comply and instead
slid the Slayer off of her lap to where she was now standing topless in
front of her. Before she could question the Wicca?s motives, she felt wet
kisses across her ribcage and her hands again went to the Wicca?s head. She
wasn?t quite sure if it was out of pure desire for more contact or to simply
hold herself up but concluded quickly that it was both when she felt the
buttons on her jeans being moved away and Willow?s lips across her lower
abdomen.

The redhead kissed her way across the Slayer?s stomach slowly. She waited
for and dreamt of this moment for what seemed like an eternity and she wasn?
t going to waste or hurry though a nanosecond of it. She slipped her hands
into the Slayers jeans near her hips and slipped them and her panties off in
one felt swoop so they pooled around her ankles. The Slayer kicked them
backwards and straddled the Wicca?s lap.

?God, Will,? She moaned hoarsely as the Wicca?s delicate hands encompassed
both her breasts and began kneading them firmly. In response, the Wicca
leaned back bringing the slayer with her, and then rolled them both over so
that she was on top again.

Wasting no time, she dipped her head toward the waiting Slayer?s lips and
placed her knee between her legs. Without pause, Buffy lifted herself up to
meet the Wicca?s grinding hips gasping at the sudden swell of desire and
wetness that greeted her upon contact. Without hesitation, Buffy maneuvered
her hand up toward the Wicca?s center and felt the desire wash over her at
the sudden gasp of the woman above her.

?Buffy,? Willow whispered in the Slayer?s ear before she took her earlobe
between her teeth and tugging gently. ?I love you.? She kissed the Blonde
again, harder this time in almost outright desperation.

?Yes,? Was all the Slayer could manage before the redhead slipped her hand
between her knee and the Slayer?s legs adding even more contact to their
coupling.

Buffy raked her nails across the redheads back roughly and increased the
pace and rhythm of her own fingers stroking the redhead?s center.

Words were lost. It was all touch. All feel. All instinct. Moans. Gasping.
Sweat. Eyes open wide to each other, each begging the other not to look
away. The pressure and desire swelled to its peak and they both climaxed
together shaking, shuddering, gasping and holding on until the last possible
moment. The Moment where they came together as one.

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The sun began its ascent early that morning. Creeping into the window like
an errant child who?d spent the night out past curfew, it bathed the two
lovers in a warm glow. The Slayer lay content and spent in her best friends?
arms, tracing random patterns on her flat abdomen feeling like she didn?t
have a care in the world.

The Wicca had her arm snaked protectively behind the Slayers head and
wrapped around her shoulder. Occasionally, she?d give a light squeeze just
to make sure she was really and truly there and the night they spent making
love wasn?t a dream she would wake up from any time soon.

Buffy lifted her eyes to meet Willow?s. ?Hey you.?

Willow smiled, content. ?Hey yourself.?

?Do you have any idea how much I love you?? She whispered.

Willow smiled and kissed her gently on the forehead. ?Probably just as much
as I love you.? She brought other arm over and settled into a laying hug
position, which the Slayer gladly adjusted to. ?My question is, why didn?t
we get here sooner.?

Buffy thought on that a moment then smiled. ?I guess we just got side
tracked. Not that, you know, all of the side tracking was bad. I mean, you
had Tara and I know you guys really loved each other. I had. . .well, I
guess I had the Slaying and world saving to do and it was like every other
week we had a new apocalypse to deal with.?

?True.? The redhead nodded. ?I suppose we got here with us when we were
supposed to and not before we knew it was time for the other one to be ready
to get here before the other had a chance to catch up.?

Buffy smiled at the complex and very Willow like explanation, leaned up and
kissed her nose.

?What was that for?? The redhead smirked.

Buffy shrugged. ?For being you. For not giving up and giving in. As stubborn
as I can be, you still knowing how to understand me, and coax the real me to
the surface, even when I don?t. For a lot of things I guess. Most of all,
for knowing how off course I was and nudging me back in the right
direction.? The Slayer kissed the woman next to her firmly, but with a
gentleness and love Willow felt deep inside her heart. ?Mostly because I
love you and always have.?

?I love you too, Buffy.?

Again, no more words were needed. As the sun rose high into the sky and the
world began to wake, a Slayer and her Wicca fell asleep peacefully in each
other?s arms. Both knowing that they?d never veer too far off course with
the other by their side.

FINIS