Fic: Of Slayers and Angels part 7/?

["frank_8281" <frank_8281@xxxxxxxxx>]

*WARNING* Buffy/Willow goodness ahead!!

Author: Bob Head  
Disclaimer: None of the characters below (Except for the Slayer's 
Shadow) belong to me. All the BtVS people belong to Joss Whedon, 
Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox. I'm just trying to have fun.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow, of course.
Spoilers: One for Season 1, a few for Season 2, more for Season 3. So 
if you haven't seen the first three seasons& Of course, if you 
haven't seen them, you've probably been living under a rock for the 
last decade, so what are you doing here anyway? 
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Well, Yeah! frank_8281@xxxxxxxxx   

Part 7

Buffy's POV

This is not just an apartment, it's a penthouse! No pun intended. I 
mean regular apartments do not have sunken living areas complete with 
fireplace. Or kitchens that look so complicated it needs it's own 
chef. And the bathroom? It's bigger than my bedroom at Mom's house. 
Complete with Jacuzzi tub and an enormous shower. The place looks 
like something out of MTV's `Cribs'. Yes, I sometimes watch MTV. I'm 
a Slayer, not a grown-up. I'm not just exploring the apartment 
either, I don't want any interruptions tonight. So I'm checking to 
make sure everything is locked up tight. Not that I don't trust 
Angel& well, I don't trust Angel. But despite that it seems to be 
secure, so I head back to the living area to find Willow and 
hopefully pick up where we left off downstairs. Just thinking about 
Will gives me little shivery feelings between my legs. Damn! The 
living area's empty.
I call out; "Wills? Where'd you go?"

"Up in the loft." She answers.

The sleeping loft, where that huge bed is. The one with black silk 
sheets and all those pillows. My breathing is getting heavier and 
it's sooo not because I'm climbing this spiral staircase. It's 
because bad Buffy thoughts about Willow and that bed are starting to 
run wildly through my brain. As I get to the top of the stairs I see 
a chair sitting outside the loft. When I came through before it was 
empty. Now the outfit Willow was wearing earlier is neatly folded and 
stacked on the seat. Eep! Okay, bad Buffy thoughts are now in 
overdrive. I step around the corner and what I see makes my mouth go 
dry and my heart beat faster. My God, Willow, on the bed naked. The 
top sheets draped over her but it's not really covering anything. 
More like, enhancing, than anything else. It's not like I haven't 
seen Will undressed before, sleepovers, gym class, and things like 
that. But this is different, more& intimate. I should say something, 
but I seem to have lost the ability to speak. She's just so beautiful.
Willow's POV

"You really think so?" I ask, feeling heat rush up my face.

"Oh;" Buff said, "Did I say that out loud?" 

"Uh huh."

"I mean it Wills, you are so beautiful and I love you so much. 
Sometimes, the thought that I might lose you is more than I can 
stand. And the idea that I might be the cause&."
She bursts into tears, sobbing; I sit up in the bed and hold my arms 
out not caring that the sheet is no longer covering me. She lunges 
across the room and I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear.
"Buffy I am NOT going anywhere, ever! I will never leave you! But YOU 
have to believe that."
"Willow you can't&"

"Hush! I need to say this, and you need to hear it." I take her face 
in my hands and wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Don't you think I 
worry about losing YOU Buffy? You go out every night and risk your 
LIFE fighting Demons and Vampires and the forces of darkness for 
people who mostly don't know and probably wouldn't give a SHIT if 
they did!"
"Willow! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No, the only one I've been kissing is you, Miss Summers! And I'm not 
finished yet. Life is too damn short, especially for you because of 
you being the Slayer, for us to waste one more minute obsessing over 
whether or not we should make love because those ASSHOLE gypsies 
couldn't be bothered to explain to Angel how the curse worked! That 
is not your fault! Angel turning evil was NOT your fault! And since 
it seems like the only way I can prove my point is to make love to 
you and still be here in the morning one of us is overdressed Missy 
and it's not me!" I lean over and start to unbutton her blouse. 

"Willow&" Buffy begins hesitantly.

"No," I tell her; "Don't think, just feel." Punctuating each word 
with a kiss.
"Will, I&" She tries again.

"Buffy, do you love me?" I ask softly.

"God Wills, you know I do!"

"Then just love me. Believe in your love for me and my love for you. 
Let our love for each other guide you past your fear and you'll find 
me waiting for you always."
All the while, as I talk in low, soothing tones, I undress her one 
piece of clothing at a time. First the blouse, then her shoes and 
socks. I hold her eyes with mine constantly. She's breathing hard. 
Her gorgeous hazel eyes are bright with unshed tears. She's so 
skittish I'm afraid she might bolt from the apartment! I unclasp her 
bra and after a moments hesitation she shrugs it off her shoulders.
"Beautiful." I whisper and lean in to suckle her nipples.

I move from one to the other feeling them harden and crinkle against 
my tongue. I hear her breathing deepen and then a sharp intake of 
breath when I gently bite her right nipple. My hands have been busy 
unfastening Buffy's leather pants. But no matter how hard I tug, I 
can't seem to get them down over her hips. Not that her hips are that 
big it's just that the pants are that tight! Finally, I ask,
"Buffy?"

"Wha&what's wrong, Will? Why'd you stop?"

I sigh in exasperation. "Buffy, I think you need Slayer strength to 
get these pants off. Wanna help me out here?"
She laughs; "They are a little tight, aren't they?"

"A little? Baby, I don't see how you breathe in these."

"Don't they make my butt look great, though?" She asks.

As she wriggles them off her hips, I grab the cuffs and pull them the 
rest of the way off. There's an angry looking red mark across her 
body just under her belly button.
"Oh Baby, these pants are WAY too tight, let me just kiss it and make 
it all better."
"Promise?" She asks.

The look in her eyes tells me she is asking about more than just the 
abrasion across her belly. So I put all the love and reassurance that 
I can into my voice as I answer.
"I promise Buffy."

While I slip her panties off I lean over her and kiss and lick my way 
across the rapidly fading red mark.
"Oh God, Will!" She gasps.

I reach up and stroke her sensitive nipples. Making little patterns 
across her breasts with one hand while the other traces a line up one 
thigh passing low on her belly and down the other. Always just 
missing that spot where I know she most wants me to go.
"Willow, please?"

"Please what, Buffy?" I ask teasingly.

"Please touch me Will, I need it!"

"Need what Buffy?" I ask innocently. "Tell me what you need and I'll 
do it."
She whimpers and blushes hotly. A VERY small part of me is a little 
shocked that I could be so aggressive, But a much larger part is 
amazed and happy that I can reduce my mighty Slayer to a mass of 
quivering need and lust.
Softly she says. "Please Will, I need to come please?"

"How Buffy? How should I make you come?" I purr.

I plant a butterfly light kiss low on her belly while still tracing 
patterns on her inner thighs. Just close enough to the juncture 
between her legs to tantalize but never quite touching.
"Oh God Willow, stop teasing and fuck me! Please, fuck me, please!" 
She begs, moaning.
I slip a finger inside her and am rewarded with a groan of pleasure.

"Like this?" I ask, pumping oh so slowly in and out of her wet 
channel.
"More Will, please!"

I add a second finger and speed up my strokes: "Better?" I ask.

"Ooo God! More, please?"

She's sooo close it won't take much to put her over the edge. I get 
an evil grin on my face as I slip my ring and pinky finger inside 
her. At the same time I use my thumb on her already over stimulated 
little clit! She bucks on the bed so hard I have to wrap my left 
around her waist to keep from flying off!
"OOOOO GOD, WIIILLLOWWW!!" She screams and then collapses back on the 
bed breathing heavily
I stretch out next to her and pull her into my arms. Stroking sweat 
soaked hair out of her face and whispering soothing words into her 
ear.
"Feel better now, Baby?"

"Oh Will, I love you so much. Thank you."

"For what, Buffy?"

"For understanding, for waiting, for being you."

"Hey, that's what people in love do, they take care of each other."

As I speak, I see a look form on Buffy's face. A look that is eerily 
similar to the predatory look she gets when hunting Vampires. A 
wicked smile crosses her lips. I think Buffy has left the building 
and the Slayer has come out to play! Oh boy! She's sooo fast! Before 
I can blink she's got us rolled over and is straddling my waist. She 
leans in close staring me in the eyes, and then she whispers in my 
ear.
"Will?"

"Y-yes." I answer shakily.

"Your turn."

I gulp.

TBC&




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