FIC: Nymphomaniac Fantasia - Part 3c - NC-17

["jin hayte" <jinhayte@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Part 3c, the last part.

* * *

After freshening up and changing into clean clothes, the two girls arrived 
at Giles' apartment only ten minutes late. Having agreed not to tell anyone 
about their new relationship yet they broke the handholding, sharing one 
last quick kiss before opening the door, only to be greeted by a high 
pitched shriek.

"GIN!" Anya screeched and put her cards on Giles' coffee table. She, Xander 
and Giles were sitting around the low table, playing Gin.

"Anya, for the last time; you don't have to shout!" Giles said through 
gritted teeth.

"I hate this game," Xander mumbled, dropping his cards on the table and 
standing up. "Hey guys." he greeted Buffy and Willow on his way to the 
bathroom.

Giles looked relieved at the two girls. He knew it hadn't been a good idea, 
but he had suggested it anyway; playing Gin Rummy with Xander and Anya 
turned out to be less than enjoyable. Not only did the ex-vengeance demon 
continue to win again and again, she insisted on shouting when she did so. 
And to top it off, she had never played the game before today. All that was 
enough to break even Rubert Giles' calm and collected exterior.

"You're just angry 'cause you haven't gotten Gin yet!" Anya replied to 
Giles, ignoring the girls and pointing her cards angrily at him.

"You're playing Gin?" Willow asked amused. She and Buffy took off their 
jackets and took a seat on the bar stools at the kitchen counter.

"Well," Giles started, but was cut off by Anya.

"I'm completely whooping his ass! And he's mad at me! Sore loser!" Anya 
barked, scowling at the ex-Watcher.

"Yes, well," Giles sighed and stood up. "Perhaps we can get on with the 
meeting now that you two are finally here," He said, eyeing them pointedly.

"Hey!" Anya shrieked, again. "You can't back out now! We were barely getting 
started!"

Giles shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, walking in to the 
kitchen to put on some more tea, but also to get away from the loud girl 
terrorizing his apartment, currently busy mumbling to herself about 'bad 
manners' and 'injustices'.

"Tea, girls?" He asked while pouring water into the kettle.

"Coffee." Buffy and Willow answered at the same time, smiling at their 
timing.

He nodded and started preparing the coffee machine. "Any problems during 
patrol last night, Buffy?"

"Nah, slayed a few vamps, newbies, and some weird Muppet-rejects. Oh!" she 
exclaimed, jumping off the stool and taking out the cross she had put in her 
inner jacket pocket before coming over.

"They had this," she handed the item to Giles over the kitchen counter.

Giles adjusted his glasses and examined it, frowning. It was the shape of a 
cross, except on the top end there was a bend, a little more than half a 
circle.  The matte metallic surface was covered in engraved symbols, 
completely obscure to the Watcher, though at the center of the cross there 
was what seemed to be a large eight.

"Hmm," He muttered, turning it over, examining it from every angle.

"So, is it a good or a bad?" Buffy asked. 'Hmm' usually meant bad.

"Well, ah..." he hesitated. "The shape resembles a symbol that's commonly 
used a-among satanic groups and, I believe you call them Goths." He turned 
it upside down so that the bend was on the lower end of the cross. "The, ah, 
crook here at the bottom is supposed to signify a mockery of the catholic 
teachings and a recognition of the Kingdom of Lucifer. But there never 
existed anything like this in the true Satanic teachings, at least not that 
I'm aware of," He sat it down on the bench and shook his head. "These 
demons, these, uh...Muppet-rejects?" he asked, getting a nod from Buffy. 
"What did they look like?"

"Short, dark blue, long arms, yellow eyes and in serious need of nose jobs," 
Buffy counted off the facts on her fingers.

"Who needs a nose job?" Xander asked, coming back from the bathroom, sitting 
down on the arm support of the couch.

"Some satanic demons Buffy saw last night," Willow answered.

"And they had this?" Giles asked the Slayer.

"Yep," she nodded. "Well, they were digging through a tomb; I'm guessing 
they found it there."

"A tomb?" Giles asked. 'Why is it that these things are always buried in 
tombs here in Sunnydale?' he thought bemusedly. "What crypt was it?"

Buffy shrugged. "I don't know, didn't catch the name. Was kinda busy kicking 
their butts."

"And getting your back sliced," Willow added, getting a pained look from 
Buffy. "Sorry." She amended, looking down.

"Are you alright, Buffy?" Giles asked concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just a scratch," she replied, looking at Willow with a 
smile. "They ruined my jacket, though." She said with a pout.

"Poor Buffy," Willow said and patted her knee without really thinking about 
it.

Buffy shivered at the contact and Willow quickly retracted her hand. Hoping 
no one would notice her reaction, the Slayer quickly moved on. "So you 
haven't seen this before?" she asked, indicating the cross.

Giles shook his head. "No. It could be some ancient relic which spawned the 
symbol used today, but it could also be some form of Ankh." He shrugged and 
turned to the whistling teapot.

"Ankh? What's Ankh?" Buffy asked nonplussed.

"The ankh is an Egyptian symbol," Willow replied, picking up the cross from 
the bench. "Used in magic rites, it symbolizes life, right?" She looked at 
Giles to confirm.

"Yes, quite right," He nodded, again impressed by the redheaded young girl.

"The ancient Egyptian priests called it the, ah, the 'Key of Life'. Though 
in later years it has become a symbol of fertility, of uh...sexual 
stimulantion," he said, taking off his glasses and polishing them with his 
handkerchief.

"Yes, and it works quite well too," Anya piped up from over the couch. "You 
can wear it as a necklace, a bracelet, or even better; get it as a tattoo! 
Depending on where on the body it is, you get different effects. Of course, 
it's not the same for men and women, 'cause they have very different 
erogenous zones."

She turned to Xander, oblivious to everyone staring at her. "Do you think we 
could get one each? We could get it for your birthday. If our sex-lives are 
good now, think about what the ankhs will do. You wouldn't even have to 
worry about malfunctioning."

Xander's eyes widened. "Anya!" he yelled and looked panicked at the others. 
"I've never, I mean, no problems here, nope!" he laughed nervously.

Buffy and Willow smirked, while Giles just shook his head and came out of 
the kitchen with a tray.

"What?" Anya asked. "It's not like it's uncommon. You wouldn't believe how 
many times women have tried to summon me just because they thought their 
mates weren't attracted to them anymore."

"Anya," Giles interrupted, putting the cups on the table. "As much as we'd 
love to hear about your rather unique, and I'm sure exciting, experiences, 
we have more pressing issues" to discuss."

"Oh yeah," Buffy said, moving over to sit in the couch while Willow took the 
arm-chair next to her. "The weird demon cross aside, why are we here on a 
Saturday morning?"

"Yeah!" Anya agreed. "I mean, Xander and I were gonna play Zelda and The 
Chimney Sweeper!"

Buffy frowned. "Zelda who and the what?"

"Zelda and The Chimney Sweeper!" Anya repeated excitedly. "You see, I'm 
Zelda, the lonely house wife, and Xander's the chimney sweeper, who comes-"

"Anya," Giles said her name for what seemed like the hundredth time that 
morning, interrupting her. "Please, do shut up."

For an important meeting, this one was fairly uneventful from there on. The 
"pressing issues" were simply a lot of talking about possible side effects 
following the almost-opening of the Hellmouth a few days ago.

Buffy's interest soon drifted from the topic to Willow. Though she loved 
her, and she knew Willow loved her, she still didn't know what to do now. 
What were they? Girlfriends?

'It's not like we could stay friends after this morning, not that either of 
us wants to. I think.' So they were girlfriends. But what kind? 'Are going 
to start dating? Is that really necessary? We've known each other for over 
three years, would there be a point to dating? Or can we just...skip it?'

She looked at the redhead. Really looked at her. The way she brushed her 
hair behind her ear from time to time, how her lips moved when she talked or 
when she sipped her coffee.

'Those lips...God, I want you,' Buffy thought with passion, then rolled her 
eyes at herself. 'Hormones much?'

It was true though. She had wanted the redhead for quite some time, and now 
that she could allow herself these thoughts without feeling bad, she didn't 
want to stop, 'Any reason I should? She's my girlfriend after all.'

Buffy's eyes trailed down to Willow's neck, her collarbone, her shoulders 
and her arms where the freckles were more pronounced. Her reverie was broken 
when Willow met her eyes and she heard Giles' voice. "Buffy?"

Her head snapped around to the Englishman, her face suddenly crimson. "Huh, 
what?"

"Have you heard a single word I've said?" the ex-Watcher asked with a slight 
edge in his voice.

"Umm..." she hesitated.

"Right," Giles sighed. "Could you show me the crypt where you found the 
artifact last night?"

"Uh, yeah sure." She said, but she then remembered that she'd rather be 
doing something else today. 'Someone else.' The thought entered her head 
before she could stop it and she found herself once again with a slight 
blush. "Do we have to? Today?" She whined.

"Oh, do you have something else planned?" Giles said, his tone a little 
disappointed.

Buffy looked at Willow who gave her a sympathetic smile.

The witch had looked forward to spending the day with the Slayer, for some 
talking and maybe smoochies. 'No, smoochies would definitely be part of the 
day.' Willow thought.

Buffy sighed. As much as she wanted spend the day with her girlfriend, she 
couldn't give a valid reason not to show Giles the crypt. Without telling 
everyone about her and Willow, that is.

"No," She muttered.

"Excellent," Giles said a bit too cheerfully, getting a dangerous look from 
the Slayer, which he missed. He stood up and began putting the cups on the 
tray. "Willow, could you go on the net, you know, do some research on, uh, 
our strange artifact?"

The witch nodded.

"Can we go now?" Anya asked her boyfriend whose lap she was currently 
sitting on.

"Yeah, An," Xander said, motioning for her standing up. "I think that's a 
wrap."

Putting on their jackets, Xander, Anya and Willow moved out through the 
door.

"Will, wait a sec," Buffy said, putting on her jacket. "I'll be right back, 
Giles," she called to the Watcher who was in the bathroom.

Moving out of the apartment, the girls checked if they were alone in the 
yard before taking each others hands and sharing a soft kiss. Breaking 
apart, both girls sighed.

"I've wanted to do that all morning," Willow admitted.

"Me too," Buffy agreed with a smile. "Damn Giles and his quest for 
knowledge." She said jokingly.

Willow smiled. "Buffy," she hesitated.

"Yeah?" the Slayer asked.

"Can we talk? I think we need to talk," She said quickly, then added. "If 
you want to."

Buffy nodded.

"Yeah. We'll talk when I get home," Grinning mischievously, she continued. 
"That's not all I wanna do, though."

Giving the witch a wink and a quick kiss, she broke their contact. "See ya 
later."

"See ya," Willow said with a silly grin on her face, turning and walking 
home to their dorm.

* * *

Willow was frustrated. For starters, she had spent the entire day scouring 
the net for any information about the artefact, which wasn't easy when the 
only bits of info you had to search on were cross, bent and occult. So her 
day long research hadn't borne any fruit, and to top it all off, she hadn't 
heard from Buffy all day.

They definitely could have used the day to talk.

'Not that there was much to talk about, really.' She thought. 'We love each 
other, simple as that. Right?'

As much as she tried to convince herself that all would be well, she 
couldn't help feeling worried. Worried what everyone would say, Xander, 
Giles, their parents. Worried that Buffy would wake up one day and decide 
she "shouldn't be around" Willow anymore.

Willow shook her head. "No! Don't think that. She's not him, she's not Oz," 
She said out loud.

She looked at the clock on the laptop. '8:44'.

She had been cooped up in the dorm room since 10:30, only going down to the 
cafeteria for some lunch at one. While long research periods were in no way 
unusual for her, last night's events and the current absence of Buffy added 
further stress.

Grunting, she pushed away from the desk and threw herself on her bed. She 
really wanted Buffy to be there, to hold her tight, to just lie on the bed 
wrapped in each other's arms.

She looked over her shoulder, at the door, almost willing it to open and for 
Buffy to step inside.

'Don't stare at the kettle,' she thought. Letting her head fall down on the 
cushion, she started picking lint from the covers, her mind wandering.

Everything had moved so fast. This time yesterday, she had been filled with 
excitement and had been in the process of preparing her spell. Then, after 
an intense dream, a quick departure from Buffy's side and a night spent 
crying, Buffy had admitted her love to Willow. They had embraced, kissed, 
and had been going somewhere Willow doubted either of them were ready for 
yet. Then the phone had interrupted them.

'Saved by the bell,' Willow thought, smiling a tiny smile.

Not that she didn't want it, because she did.

'But is it too soon? We haven't even been together twenty-four hours yet, 
but we've known each other for so long!' With a disgruntled grumble Willow 
rolled onto her other side. She was going nowhere fast with these kind of 
thoughts.

'One piece of green lint, two pieces of green lint...is it 'pieces'? Or 
'bit'? One bit of lint...'

With a sigh she rolled onto her back. She was frustrated, and bored, and 
worried. Worried for Buffy.

'Where is she?' Her stomach chose that moment to growl, reminding her that 
she was hungry too. She hadn't had anything to eat since lunch, and she 
hadn't had much to eat then either. Coincidently, she had met Tara in the 
cafeteria. They had got to talking and Willow had sort of "forgotten" to eat 
more than she did.

Tara had asked her about the spell, if it worked, what she found out from 
her friend's dream. At first, Willow was going to lie, to say that she 
couldn't make any sense of Buffy's "prophetic" dream. But she really felt 
terrible lying to her new friend, so she gave her full spillage. Well, 
almost anyway. She told Tara that she had suspected that Buffy had had 
feelings for her for sometime, and that she used the spell to see if it was 
true. Then when she told her how they had admitted their love for each 
other, she thought she had seen a flash of regret, or sorrow in the blonde's 
eyes.

'That was...weird. Could Tara be interested in me? Nah, she knows I'm 
straight,' Willow frowned. 'Well, that I was straight. Was I ever? If not, 
then what was Oz?' She shook her head. Once again, she had ended up on a 
depressing subject.

She got up from the bed and went to the fridge. She opened it, though she 
knew it to be near empty. The cold light emitted by the white light bulb in 
the small fridge confirmed it. There was an apple in the top compartment, 
and two bottles of water on the middle shelf.

Grabbing one of the bottles, she returned to the bed, 'Tara's not interested 
in me, is she? No, I hope not. I mean, not cause that would be a bad thing, 
cause she's funny, and nice and pretty and...but she's not Buffy. I hope for 
her sake...god, get over yourself, Rosenberg!' Willow admonished herself.

"Why would she be interested in a mouse like me, anyway?" she asked no one 
in particular and sipped some water.

'But then, Buffy is...she loves me,' Willow smiled. It felt good thinking 
that.

"Buffy loves me," She said out loud, and her smile widened. "And I love 
her."

With a contented sigh, she lay down on the bed again. Laying there, on her 
back, she did something everyone does once in a while, despite knowing 
better; after chugging down a mouthful of water, she pulled back the bottle 
without tilting it enough, so water spilled on her neck and chest. Jerking 
from the sudden coldness, she sat up.

"Dammit!" She exclaimed, holding the shirt out by the hem, looking at the 
result of her clumsiness. It didn't matter how clever the person was, while 
lying down every person thought it was one hundred percent failsafe to drink 
from a bottle. It obviously wasn't.

Putting the bottle on the nightstand, she got up and pulled her pink peasant 
blouse over her head. She threw it casually on the back support of her desk 
chair, and then went to her wardrobe. She took out her light blue pyjama 
with the little fishes on them.

'Might as well get ready for bed,' she thought.

Unzipping her skirt she folded it neatly and put it on the chair. After 
putting on the pyjama, she picked up the wet shirt and threw it into the 
hamper then grabbing her toiletries, she stepped out into the corridor, 
locked the door and headed for the bathrooms.

* * *

After brushing her teeth, Willow went back to their room, only to find Buffy 
sitting next to the door, leaning her back against the wall, her forehead 
resting on her arms.

Though pleasantly surprised to see the blonde, Willow was puzzled by the 
fact that she was sitting there, and not inside the room.

"Hey," She greeted.

Hearing the familiar voice, Buffy looked up to a familiar sight. "Hey," She 
said, her lips curving up in a smile.

"Why are you...?" the redhead trailed off, motioning to Buffy's position 
with her hand.

"Oh," Buffy stood up, brushing off her butt. "Forgot the keys," She said, 
rolling her eyes.

"Oh no, did you wait long?" Willow asked, but then remembered that she'd 
only been in the bathroom for about five minutes. "Well, no, you wouldn't 
cuz I was just here, and you weren't here then, so you must've come when I 
was in the bathroom, and..."

Buffy smiled and stepped forward, embracing her girlfriend, and effectively 
interrupting the babble. She nuzzled Willow's neck, sending shivers through 
her body. "Missed you today."

Willow took a deep breath, and returned the embrace, feeling her body melt 
into Buffy's.

"Missed you too," she whispered, placing a soft kiss on Buffy's neck. The 
kiss turned into a series of kisses, and pretty soon the two girls found 
themselves lip-locked, the world ceasing to exist for one intense moment, 
when lips nipped and tongues caressed.

Breaking the kiss, they nuzzled their noses together, peering into each 
others eyes. They simply stood like that, basking in each others closeness, 
until Buffy broke eye contact and took in the redhead's appearance.

"Bed time already?"

Willow gave a light sigh, "Yeah. Been looking at the computer screen all 
day, kinda tired."

Buffy nodded. "Giles had me looking through books all day, so I'm drained 
too," she said, rolling her eyes and releasing her girlfriend.

Willow turned and pulled out her keys, opening the door. "Oh, so that's why 
you took so long?" she asked as casually as she could and walked inside the 
room.

"Yeah," Buffy replied, following. "The crypt belongs to some Wunderbaum guy, 
or something like that."

She shrugged off her jacket and placed it on the back support of her desk 
chair.

"Wunderbaum?" Willow quirked an eye brow and put her toiletries on her desk, 
then turned to face Buffy.

"Yeah," Buffy said distractedly, moving to gaze out the window. "But not in 
a green, pine scented and dangling from a rear view window kinda way," she 
added without humour.

Willow, feeling the change in her friend's mood, moved over and put a hand 
on Buffy's shoulder.

"Buffy, is something wrong?" she asked gently.

"Hmm?" Buffy turned around, looking at the redhead. "No, of course not." She 
shook her head. "Why?"

"You seem kinda...I don't know, distant?" Willow said, shrugging, letting 
her arm fall from the Slayer's shoulder.

"Oh, it's nothing really. I just..." Buffy trailed off, moving over to the 
bed and sitting down. "I guess you could say my Slayer-sense is tingling, 
about this whole cross thing."

Buffy shook her head, trying to focus. "But it's nothing that can't wait," 
she said, looking up at the redhead with a smile.

Relieved that Buffy didn't seem to have second thoughts about the two of 
them, Willow sat down next to Buffy, one leg curled underneath her. She 
reached forward and took one of Buffy's hands in her own.

"So, what you wanna do?" the redhead asked, peering into hazel eyes, and 
caressing Buffy's hand with her thumb.

Buffy's breath hitched at the soft touch, and not bothering to answer she 
leaned forward and placed her lips on Willow's. Tracing the witch's lower 
lip with her tongue, Buffy drew her fingers through red hair, gently tugging 
as she leaned in and pressed her tongue inside Willow's mouth, unable to let 
out a small growl.

Pulling back after the intense kiss, Buffy smiled at Willow's dazed 
expression, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half closed and the beginnings of a 
smile on her lips.

"So, umm," Buffy said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You wanted to 
talk?" she asked, softly caressing Willow's upper arms.

"Mmm," Willow murmured, her eyes slowly opening. "I did?"

Buffy smiled and nodded. "Earlier," she reminded.

"Oh, right," Willow said, scooting closer. She looked Buffy in the eyes, 
then leaned forward and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips before 
pulling back again.

"Do you love me?" she asked, not breaking eye contact.

Though surprised by the question, Buffy didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes," 
she said with a small nod.

Willow smiled. "I love you too."

With that, she leaned forward and kissed Buffy more heatedly, pushing her 
down on the bed. She pressed her body into Buffy's, both girls moaning in 
pleasure as their breasts pushed together.

Breaking the kiss with a few soft nips, Willow leaned up a bit, gazing down 
at a smiling Buffy.

"That's it?" Buffy asked. "That's the talk?"

Willow chuckled. "For now," she admitted and leaned down, fusing their lips 
together again.

- fin -

* * *

As I said in the VEEEEEERY first post, gimme feedback.

/Jin
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word ...
...it is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying 
nothing." - Shakespeare/Macbeth
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