Fic: A Firm Foundation (9/11) NC-17

[Red Willow <st8sboroblues@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: A Firm Foundation
Author: Red Willow
Discaimer: All BtVS characters and referance to belong to Joss Whedon.... for full disclaimer see
previous parts.
**

Buffy was off patrolling with Xander. I was hoping she wouldn't stay out too late since I really
wanted my snuggly time with her before I went to sleep. I thought I would stay up for awhile and
do some maintenance on my laptop, just to pass the time. It wasn't like I had classes the next
morning, but I did tell Giles and Anya that I would be at the Magic Box by noon to help with their
inventory. Giles even offered to pay me for my time, but with all that he was doing for me, I
refused to let him. Anya seemed much happier with that arrangement. 

Going through the stack of software CDs I had in a small CD case, I came across a purple disk with
the word 'party' scribbled on it in my handwriting. I stopped, considering for a moment. Neither
Buffy nor I had watched the video of us at the party since the night I found out about it, but I
had kept it just the same, putting it in with the important disks for my computer - someplace I
knew Dawn would never look.  

"Hmm..." I said out loud, tapping my lip. "Maintenance...?" 

I shook my head and decided I would do the maintenance and updates later. I took my laptop and the
disk with me up to our bedroom, turning off the house lights on my way. Thankfully Dawn was
already in bed. She had a nasty habit of walking in only seconds after knocking, asking what Buffy
or I were up to. Oh, not when Buffy and I were together, though. She knew better than that. 

I plugged the laptop into the TV so that I could run the disk on the computer, but watch it on the
38" TV my parents had given me after deciding they wanted to buy a bigger one - something that
boggled my little ol' brain. I never really remembered them watching TV while I was growing up.
Maybe my father, in his retirement, had taken to watching old 'MASH' reruns or something...

With anticipation, I made my way over to the bed, stopping beside it and watching as the video
flickered onto the screen, showing the empty bedroom at Tara's friends' apartment. 

I didn't need to see us having sex to become aroused; just the thought of what I was about to
watch had created a gentle yearning in my center. I lifted my long denim skirt and yanked my
panties down - having made up my mind that a little self-satisfaction until my Slayer came home
might be in order. I took off my blouse and removed my bra, leaving me in just my skirt and a
skimpy under-tank. 

I watched as Buffy and I made our way into the room, gauging our way around boxes, flinging
clothes off and practically clawing at each other. Seeing our passion like that - ours, and not a
couple of porn stars pretending to be into it - is absolutely thrilling. And darn arousing too. 

I turned the lamp off and got on the bed, relaxing back against the pillows. There was no sound on
the video, and I wished that I could hear us. Hear our moans and screams and the begging I knew
would come. When Buffy and I made love, it was raw passion and release. It was almost like a
pushing and pulling of wills. Like wrapping yourself around someone else and touching every single
inch of them, and then having them explode to fill up every one of your pores with their ecstasy,
with their simple, yet profound pleasure. 

My hand fluttered over my tummy, dragging the hem of my shirt up a few inches to expose the flesh
beneath. Lightly, I ran my fingertips over my skin. The contact, along with the immensely sexy
visual in front of me, was drawing my arousal out, like tiny lines connected to each part of my
body and all leading to one central area. 

Minutes passed and I watched as our video counterparts moved together, mouthed words I couldn't
remember, arched and stretched into each other, creating and pulling pleasure from each other. 

I remembered that night. I remembered how Buffy pushed me up against the building wall and sunk
her hand into my panties, how she slid and twisted and pinched until I was pushing back against
her, coming with her fingers in my mouth. I remembered her telling me how she had come against me,
but it wasn't enough. Soon after that we had seen Tara; watched as those girls were all over each
other right there in the kitchen, how Tara's eyes caught ours just moments before she came.  

I remembered what the atmosphere was like, how the entire place seemed to be throbbing, as if
breathing sex - bodies and breath and heartbeats swelling in need. 

Buffy and I needed each other that night. We touched and tasted and fucked in an almost
animalistic way that sent both of us over the edge again and again.  So many times since that
night we had pushed our pleasure to the limits, but seeing our passion, viewing it as opposed to
being a part of it, was having a considerable effect on me. I was craving Buffy with a ferocity
that didn't show its face very often.  

On the video, Buffy's fist was pounding into me as I clung to the bedding, pushing back against
her as if trying to swallow her. 

I felt my cunt clench in want, my wetness pooling.  

My skirt was up around my hips, and my legs spread slightly. I moaned softly as the cool air crept
over my exposed, wet sex. With one hand, I slid my shirt up over my breast, cupping it, and caught
my erect nipple between my forefinger and thumb, squeezing gently. With my other hand, I spread
myself open, and not wasting any time, dipped my fingers into the wetness that had gathered there,
waiting. 

I watched myself slide down Buffy's body. Watched as she arched into me, meeting her slick cunt to
my eager mouth, to my searching fingers. 

Watching us had gotten me so hot I knew it wouldn't take long at all.  I traced my fingers along
my engorged and soaked flesh; traced the path that I knew so well, while dipping my hips down
against my hand. My thighs began a slight tremble and I moved my hand faster, moaning over and
over as I brought myself closer to release. I fingered my left nipple, pinched and twisted like I
knew Buffy would.  

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and glancing at the doorway, I shoved the hand I
had just been tormenting my breast with against my mouth, locking in the sounds I was making.  

Buffy rested against the doorframe, a lusty grin plastered across her features.  Our eyes locked
briefly before I was forced to squeeze mine closed as my orgasm ripped through me, unfurling a
deep scream from my throat.  I kept my hand clamped down on my mouth, suddenly embarrassed, and
afraid Dawn would hear. 

***

I took the stairs two at a time.  The hunt had been a good one. Sunnydale was down seven vamps and
two demons by the time I arrived home that night, and while most of the vamps had been fledglings
and an easy kill, the others gave me a good fight.  I had the dust and demon blood on me to prove
it - as well as the blood in my veins pumping at a furious rate.

I heard her before I reached the bedroom.  The sounds she made were faint, but with my slayer
hearing, unmistakable. Slayer lust can be such a difficult force to contend with, especially with
Willow in my bed.  I wasn't upset or put off in any way that she had started without me. From
experience I knew we would be up for hours. 

I eased the door open, not wanting to disturb her. I wanted to watch without her knowing I was
there. I wanted to see that look on her face when she came. I wanted to see the desperate way her
hand moved against her shaking body. 

I had to temper my urge to jump on her when I saw her on the bed, with her skirt pulled up around
her waist, and her undershirt pushed up towards her shoulders. With one hand on her breast, and
the other between her legs, she moaned and moved at a quick pace, closing in on the edge of
pleasure.  My sex jumped at the sight, and my abdomen seemed to curl as my arousal and need for
Willow flared. 

When she glanced at me her eyes became wide with shock, then she clamped her hand down on her
mouth and could no longer hold her eyes open.  She was coming and bucking against her hand and I
could feel my own juices flowing.   I could smell her; feel her heat even as I still stood in the
doorway.  

I moved into the room, closing the door behind me without a sound.  Willow's chest rose and fell
quickly and she closed her legs, squeezing them shut against the hand that still rested there.  I
watched her calm down. Watched as she refused to open her eyes.  

"You... could have given me a heart attack." She said after a few moments, getting her breathing
under control again.

"Not likely." I told her, moving to the side of the bed.  

I leaned down and dragged my lips softly against her cheek, stopping at the corner of her mouth.
She made a happy little noise and I smiled, kissing her lips softly before standing back up.  

I glanced at the TV and recognized our video instantly. No wonder Willow couldn't wait until I got
home.  On the screen we were just starting to cuddle after making love and the intensity of that
night came back to me suddenly.  I had to close my eyes briefly to once again restrain my urge to
simply pounce on Willow and let the slayer have her way with her. 

When I looked back down at Willow she was smiling at me shyly.  

"I-I like watching us."  She said softly. 

"I know." I nodded. "We're good together, don't you think?" 

"Uh huh." She nodded emphatically, a big grin breaking out on her face.  

I ran my fingers along her arm, stopping where her legs covered her hand. She relaxed, and I
picked her hand up, feeling the moisture from her sex.  I brought her hand up and leaned toward it
at the same time, meeting my mouth to her fingers, tasting her.  I heard her groan in appreciation
at the sight I was providing, and I let my tongue linger on her middle finger before sucking the
digit into my mouth. 

Willow slid her other hand along my thigh, squeezing gently.  

"Why don't you shower?" She suggested, her voice husky with arousal. 

I kissed the tips of her fingers before releasing her hand completely, and nodded that I should. I
was gritty and smelly and as much as I wanted Willow right then, I respected her 'no vamp dust in
the bed' rule. 

"I'll only be a few minutes." I vowed, knowing I would rely on my slayer speed to soap up and
rinse off quickly. 

She smiled, nodding, and I could feel her eyes on me as I moved away.  

Once in the bathroom, I turned the shower on, stripping down quickly, as the spray of water turned
from cool to hot in a matter of moments. Steam filled the room as I slid the curtain aside and
stepped in.  The hot water felt good on my tense muscles, massaging the fight out of them.  I
shampooed my hair and soaped up everything else as quickly, yet as thoroughly, as I could. 

I had my hands pressed against the bathroom wall, letting the hot water fall over my neck and
shoulders, feeling my insides constrict with need. I thought about Willow splayed on the bed, her
fingers rounding her clit at a furious pace, bringing herself to orgasm. I thought about her hand
covering her mouth as the blush crept over her neck and face, and then as her orgasm suddenly
rocked through her.  I thought about our friend sitting in the top of my bureau and how good it
would feel to be between Willow's legs, thrusting into her as the leather strap slipped against my
center with each stroke.  

It didn't take long for Willow to demonstrate the many uses of Mr.Strap-on after I had brought it
home. The day after we told our friends about our relationship and Will's decision to study magic
again, we sent Dawn off to spend the day with Xander and Anya, while Willow and I locked ourselves
in the bedroom with nothing but a couple of bottles of water - and lube.  She was so excited about
showing me, and even more excited when I picked the strap-on up and tried it out myself.  Never
let it be said that us slayers don't have any stamina.  I think I tuckered my poor li'l Willow out
that day.  No wonder Faith was so eager to tell me all about the wonders of strap-on sex. I must
have seemed so lame to her!

I shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy white towel in my haste to dry the wet beads from my
flushed skin.  In moments I was back in the bedroom, eyeing a very nude red head on my bed.  She
was on her side, facing away from me, her hand resting on her thigh.  Silently, I slid the top
bureau drawer open and took out the strap-on.  I watched Willow's unmoving form as I buckled the
harness around my waist and snapped the dildo in place.

She started at the sounds of the snaps, not turning, but pausing in her even breathing. I grinned,
knowing that she knew exactly what I had just done. 

I moved behind her on the bed, and wrapped my arm around her.  My breasts pressed against her
back, and the head of the dildo pressed into her behind.  She moaned softly, pushing back against
me, and moved her hand to rest on my hip.  

"I was hoping for this." She admitted, her voice just above a whisper.  

"Good." I said, kissing her shoulder. "Because I really want to fuck you hard tonight." 

She groaned, pushing back against me. "You get me so wet when you talk like that." 

I moved my hand down, cupping her sex, feeling her wetness smear against my fingers. 

"Are you sure our little video and your 'alone time' aren't what made you so wet?" 

"Yes." She started, "But you know how much wetter I get when you talk dirty."

I nodded and kissed the side of her neck.  "I do." I kissed just below her ear. "Like when I tell
you I want to be inside your tight cunt, pounding into you?"  

She let out a shuddered breath and nodded, her hand on my hip squeezing, causing her nails to dig
into me.  

"Did you miss me tonight?" I asked, trailing my fingers along her flat stomach. 

"I always miss you, Buffy." She told me honestly. "Every minute I'm not with you."

I cupped her breast, letting my thumb roam around and occasionally over the dusky peak atop it,
making it hard.  Trailing soft, wet kisses along her shoulder and neck, I pushed my hips against
her, knowing the firm head of our friend was pressing into her soft flesh. 

"I always miss you too, Will. Home is wherever you are."

Willow shifted against me, turning so that she was suddenly facing me. Her mouth caught mine,
immediately pressing her tongue into my welcoming mouth. She clung to me, throwing her leg over
mine so that the dildo fell against her sex.  She plundered my mouth with her tongue, and I
returned the favor eagerly, wrapping one arm around her waist and cupping her cheek with my other
hand.  Her red hair fell down around us as she moved on top of me, pushing me onto my back. 

"Goddess, Buffy," She gasped, breaking from our kiss momentarily. "I love you so much!"

I wrapped both of my arms around her, pulling her body on top of mine, bringing us as close as I
could. 

"I love you, Willow."  I captured her lips again, kissing her softer this time, just barely
letting my tongue graze against hers before pulling back.  "More than anything in this entire
world." 

I rolled us over then, so that I was on top of her, looking down into impassioned green eyes.  For
a moment we just looked at each other, smiling, knowing we loved each other more than anyone else
had, or ever would love us our entire lives.  

I pushed up, resting my weight on my hands so I could look down at Willow, look down at the
beautiful body under me that moved and swelled with need. Willow reached down, sliding the back of
her fingers along my damp stomach, until she came to the firm silicone jutting out from my sex. 
She gripped it, tugging on it gently, a grin playing over her lips.  

"Isn't there something you want to do with this?" she asked with a whisper, stroking it. 

I met her grin and silently watched as she moved her hand up and down the purple shaft.  

"When I'm sure you're ready." I told her, looking down. 

The sight of her doing that made my sex jump, but I didn't waste too much time watching her play
with our toy before I leaned back down and took one of her stiff nipples between my lips. She
gasped at the contact, moving against me as I first sucked the firm flesh between my teeth; then
lavished it with my tongue.

I pushed my thighs against hers, forcing her legs apart, and ran my hands up her sides.  In turn,
Willow trailed the fingernails of one hand along my thigh and back, while her other hand cupped
the back of my head, her fingers entwined in my damp hair.  She held me to her, her hips moving
against me slightly.  No doubt her sex was making contact with the head of the dildo; her hum of
approval grew to quiet moans as I switched breasts and pressed my hips against her center. 

"I-I think... think I'm ready." She gasped, pushing back against me.  

Without responding, I slid my hand between our bodies, bumping Mr. Strap-On out of the way, and
searched her swollen sex.  

"Buffy!" She arched up, pushing against my hand for more contact.

She was soaked, slick with her wanton need.  It coated my fingers and palm as I moved over her,
slid over her clit, and briefly pushed into her velvety channel

I left her breast, kissing along her collar bone, and up along her neck. 

"Need something, Will?"  My voice was heavy with my arousal and I thought the question stupid as
soon as it left my mouth.  

"You." She urged. "Inside me."  

I watched as her arm stretched out toward our bedside table, and dug around in the drawer until
she pulled out a strip of condoms. She handed me one after ripping it from the strip, and I took
it with a grin.  Eager or not, Willow was definitely Hygiene-Girl.  

I rose up on my knees, and swiftly, had the condom out of the wrapper, which I dropped on the side
of the bed.  Moments later I was unrolling the latex down the shaft of the purple dildo.  Too many
times I had done that for Riley and I hoped I would never again be in the company of anyone else -
unless of course Willow was right there with me. 

"You ready, baby?" I asked her, leaning down so that I supported my weight on one hand, and used
the other to poise the dildo at her entrance.  

"Oh, yeah." She nodded and closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. 

Slowly, I guided the silicone head into her.  Willow's mouth fell open and she let out a ragged
breath. 

"Okay?" I asked, pausing. 

"Fuck me." She demanded. "I want you so bad." 

Without waiting any further, I pushed deeply into her, filling her with the firm silicone attached
to me.  She gasped and moaned and immediately started moving against me. I didn't waste any time;
I fell forward, supporting myself with both my hands, and started thrusting into her.  

I tried to go slow at first, but Willow was having none of it.  She wrapped her legs around me,
braced her hands against my ass, and let loose a fiery passion that I knew all too well.  Our
thighs smacked against each other as I picked up the pace and really started giving it to her. 
She kissed me furiously, her lips and tongue attacking my mouth, my neck, my shoulder; anywhere
she could kiss or lick or bite as I thrust into her fast and hard. 

Her hands pressed into my back, her fingernails scraped and scratched my damp skin.  Her hips met
my thrusts, demanding more.  I pounded into her, gritting my teeth as the leather strap between my
legs nudged my swollen, slick clit again and again.  

Willow's moans grew louder, coming out with every breath, with every thrust.  

"Buffy! Buffy!" She shouted. "Oh fuck, you feel... so good!" 

"You're... incredible." I told her, lunging into her, pounding her into the mattress.  

"Harder." She grunted. "More!" 

Those words usually mean she's close.  

I moved a hand between us, and swiped my thumb against her engorged button as I continued to fuck
her with hard and fast jabs.  

Her eyes shot open and she screamed, clinging to my shoulders.  I could feel her shaking, feel her
getting so very close to the edge.  I circled her clit swiftly with my thumb and slammed into her
again and again. I could feel my own release getting close, the pressure in my belly growing.

"Oh God!! Oh God yes!!"  She screamed, bucking against me. 

She arched and bucked, screamed and squirmed under me as her arms shot out and gripped the
bedding, her knuckles turning white under the tension.  

As her orgasm waned, I moved my hand away from her before she complained that it was too
sensitive.  I slowed my pace and moved to just kiss her, placing my lips against the corner of her
mouth, her cheeks, her chin. 

"N-N-No... no." She shook her head. "Don't stop." 

"More?". 

"Keep going." She nodded, trying to catch her breath.  "I know... you're close... aren't you?"

I nodded, catching her eyes. "Yes. Oh... fuck yes."  A few more quick thrusts and I'd tumble over
with her. 

"Fuck me, Buffy." She commanded, not taking her eyes from me.  

We kept eye contact as I set a faster rhythm and began pounding into her once again.  She reached
up to hold me and I grabbed her arms, holding them down to the bed on either side of us, my hands
gripping her wrists.  She struggled only slightly, her eyes never leaving mine.  At that very
moment I owned her.  Her body, her will belonged to me - and I knew she gave herself to me
willingly.

I rode her hard and fast, aiming for my own release, realizing for the first time since first
slipping into her, how badly I needed to come.  Willow's legs tightened against me, her hips
jerking up into my thrusts.  She cried out with every thrust, our momentum making the entire bed
shift up, the headboard tapping the wall in a faint, but fast, steady rhythm. 

I could feel my wetness practically splashing against my thighs.  The leather strap slid over my
clit again and again, pushing me further. 

I finally broke our eye contact as I neared my release, arching up and thrusting deeply into her
over and over again.  The sweat dripped from my forehead, and I could feel my muscles rippling as
the tension in my body was stretched taught before springing and colliding, releasing everything
inside me.  I hammered into her even as I orgasmed, and I was rewarded with Willow's screams of
release, matching my own. 

***





	
		
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