Fic: All's Fair 3/4 Vampire Stories B/W/X NC17

[Crys Loch <pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Xander nodded in response and strolled across the courtyard.  He stopped 
in front of the ladies and stood relaxed and reserved.  "Well, what's 
the count?  I took three.  A forth, too, but she died before I could feed."



Buffy scrunched her nose at him and crossed her arms, defensively.  
"Xander, we weren't competing."



"Sure we were."  Xander countered.  "What?  You gonna admit I beat the 
Slayer?"  He smirked.



"Well, I wasn't playing."  Buffy declared.  Uncrossing her arms, she 
shrugged and relaxed.  "Two, and I'm plenty full.  Plus some cash and 
these cool glasses."



"Cash, right.  I didn't think of looting."  Xander smiled and gave Buffy 
a short nod of respect for her forethought.



Willow kept her face blank as both her friends turned to her, their 
expressions expectant and challenging.  "One."  She quietly admitted, 
trying to keep the knowing smirk off her face.



"One?"  Buffy's features fell to disappointment.  "Will, I thought we 
agreed..."



Willow cut her off by raising her hand in a 'stop' gesture.  Unable to 
keep the smirk off her face any longer, she let it slide across her lips 
and rose off the bench to meet her friends at eye level.  "But she was a 
slayer."  She just as quietly continued, feeling like she just pulled an 
ace out of her sleeve.



"A slayer?!"  They both remarked surprised at the same time.  They 
looked at each other when they realized what they'd done, then looked 
back at Willow when she started to laugh.



"Yep."  Willow stopped laughing, but continued to grin at the 
dumbfounded look on her friends' faces.  "The spell.  You do remember 
the spell?  She probably just woke up that way.  Untrained, unknowing, 
still strong as hell."  Willow touched her jaw, some of the sting still 
lingering.  "She only had the impulse to fight.  And the fire in that 
blood... more than enough for me tonight.  I'm still humming."



Xander laughed.  "Way to go, Will.  I concede."



Buffy arched an eyebrow.  "I think that's what they call irony."



"So, what now, ladies?  We go back, torch the park and get a move on?"  
Xander rubbed his hands together in feigned excitement and honest amusement.



"Xander, no!"  Willow turned on him, resolve making her face stern and 
her eyes hard.



Xander met her eyes, his own growing cold in contrast to his smile.  
"Oh, come on.  Buffy got to blow up schools and a whole town.  You tried 
to end the world.  I just want to set one little drunks' park into flames."



"Why?"  Buffy asked softly, her head tilted and eyes mild and open in 
curious question.



"Why not?"  Xander countered, turning on Buffy, expecting to see 
resistance from her as well.  When he saw only open curiosity, he 
continued an explanation, growing more agitated as he revealed what he 
was feeling.  "They probably deserve it.  It's just... everything's 
different now.  I'm strong and I'm free.  Like a storm.  And I'm 
connected, too.  I can feel the earth; the dirt and the heat deeper 
inside.  There's this pull.."  Xander paused, searching for the words.  
Unable to find any, he shook his head and crossed over to the bench in 
front of them, hoping he could just show it.  "Look," he instructed 
them.  He placed his hands under the bench seat and pulled up, snapping 
the hold of the bolts that kept it secure to the pavement.  Lifting the 
bench over his head, he tossed it arching through the air to land and 
tumble in a dark clearing behind them.  "I want to tear it all apart.  
This whole world needs rearranging." 



The women stood stunned from the display, unable to understand his 
rage.  He turned to look at them, his face still human and smiling.  The 
smile faded when he realized they didn't get it.  They felt like 
strangers.  He felt alone.  Noticing a look on Willow's face, a pleading 
in her eyes, his anger flared again and he glared at her.  "Don't look 
at me like that."



"Like what?"  Willow stepped back.



"Like you're searching for your friend."  Xander shook his head slightly 
and the form of a vampire showed.  "Xander doesn't live here any more.  
And it's good riddance.  He was weak, he could do nothing."



"He was stronger than that little show.  He had a strength you couldn't 
know."  Buffy countered, stepping up closer.



"Oh, right."  Xander moved both hands over his heart.  "He was the heart 
of the group.  Well guess what, Buffy.  The heart doesn't beat any 
more.  Whatever roll in the hay finally turned you saw to that."



"I didn't..."  Buffy voice rose and her fist clenched, but her forward 
movement was intercepted by Willow.



Willow rushed up to Xander and grabbed his shirt in both hands.  "Let's 
get this straight, for the record, right now.  I killed the Slayer.  The 
Slayer."  Her face morphed to the vampire.  "I turned Buffy."



Buffy rolled her eyes at the outburst.  It was true, though.  She took a 
step back and nodded at Xander's glance for confirmation.



"I'm the one who got turned first."  Willow admitted in a quieter tone, 
her face shifting back to human form.  She released Xander and stepped 
back a little, still holding his attention firmly.



Xander just watched her, absorbing the information.  "How?  Who?"



Willow relaxed a little more and shrugged.  "Got jumped.  He's dust."  
She wasn't in a mood to fully explain standing in a campus courtyard 
when they should be leaving the scenes of many crimes and getting back 
on the road.



Xander's face softened back to human, his anger deflated.  "Willow."  
The name softly slipping out from his thoughts.  "So it's just us, isn't 
it?"  The chain of events beginning to clear in his mind, the questions 
of where they were going and why starting again.



"Yes, Xander."  Buffy reaffirmed.  "It's just the three of us."



"Not to break up the touching part, but we should get going."  Willow 
pointed out.  She started back down the first path they came in on.



Buffy and Xander willingly followed.  Xander leaned towards Buffy, his 
voice lowered.  "So, she's the boss of us?"



Buffy's reaction was immediate.  "Ha!"



Willow called back over her shoulder.  "I'm still close enough to hear you."



"And I'll say it again, ha!"  Buffy replied louder.



Willow turned and started walking backwards to face her friends.  "And 
I'll repeat the score.  Two slayers."  Willow smirked and turned back 
around, continuing on the way.



They arrived at the apartment buildings.  Willow let herself into their 
borrowed apartment to grab the bag of their clothes, make sure they left 
no identifying items behind and get the CD's Buffy wanted.  Buffy 
noticed Xander had grown sullen on the way back.  She watched as he 
stared off in the direction of the trailer park, clearly wanting to 
return.  She remembered what Spike told her about Sire's blood and 
wondered if it was true, or if Spike was just being...Spike.  It had 
been the plan anyway, the reasoning, her argument in the pro-turning 
Xander case.  She decided to try.



Buffy removed her sunglasses and placed them in her pocket, wanting 
Xander to be able to read her eyes.  "Xander."  Buffy pulled his 
attention to her by placing a hand on his chest.  She smiled warmly up 
at him, reassured when she felt a small spark of connection. 



"Hey Buff."  Xander gazed down into her eyes, wondering at the sudden 
comfort he felt.



"There's something I want you to do."  Buffy started, her fingers moving 
back and forth across Xander's chest.



"Something like what Willow's been doing to you?"  Xander placed his 
hands on Buffy's back, returning the gesture.  When Buffy looked 
surprised at his words, he explained.  "I can smell her all over you.  
I've wanted you longer, you know.  Not by much, but still."  He smirked.



Buffy turned Xander and pushed him back against the side of the car, 
holding him at arms length.  "What is it with you two and this longing 
since high school stuff?"  She shook her head in amusement.  Smiling 
again, she stepped forward into Xander's arms.  "I have something better 
in mind."  When Xander arched his eyebrows in disbelief, she tilted her 
head, revealing her neck and looked into his eye.  "Sire's blood.  
Drink, Xander."



Xander looked into her eyes, the proposition hanging in the little space 
between them.  He glanced down at her neck and licked his lips.  Looking 
back into her eyes for confirmation and seeing only invitation, his face 
changed and he slowly bent down and slid his fangs gently into her 
neck.  There was no pulse to push the blood into his mouth so he licked 
the barest trickle that started down her neck.  Then he began to pull at 
the wound, sucking the sweet elixir into himself.  He craved suddenly, 
his grip tightened around her and pulled her roughly to himself.  She 
moaned and he pulled harder, drank deeper.  He thought he could never 
have enough of this.  He felt her hand tangle in his hair, holding him; 
felt her body sliding seductively against his own.  He sucked, he licked 
at the trickles that escaped his lips.  He vaguely felt her pull away 
and darkness clouded his mind to sleep.



Buffy staggered back, surprised at the intensity and how dizzy and weak 
she felt now.  Confused, she barely held Xander upright, his body limp 
and to all appearances, dead, again.  Needing better leverage in her 
weakened state, she stepped up, leaned her body against his to hold him 
and lightly slapped his face to try and wake him.



Willow locked the door to the apartment and shut it, leaving the police 
one more tragedy and riddle.  She started towards the car and noticed 
Buffy holding Xander, and Xander apparently knocked out cold.  "What'd 
you do, Buffy?"



Buffy turned her head to Willow.  "Hey, a little help here, please."  
She nodded at the car door to the backseat, indicating for Willow to 
open it.



Willow stepped quickly up to the car and opened the door.  "Why, what's 
wrong?  What happened?  Why do you look almost as bad as he does?"



There were too many questions and Buffy was losing the battle to keep 
Xander upright.  She struggled to move him to the backseat, relieved 
when Willow just stepped in and easily lifted him into the car and shut 
the door.  When Willow turned back to her, Buffy leaned wearily against 
the car herself.  "I got him to drink.  From me.  Sire's blood and all 
that.  I didn't know this would happen."  Buffy groaned.  "I feel drained."



Willow looked at Xander laid across the backseat just as he was the 
night before, then back at Buffy.  "Pun, literal.  You okay?"



"Yeah, I'm sure I will be.  I just wish... there was someone..."  Buffy 
closed her eyes and rested her head back against the car.



Willow had an idea.  Giving herself a moment to go over it in her mind, 
she opened the door again, setting the bag on the floor next to Xander 
and the CD's in the space between the front seats.  With everything 
ready for the road, Willow shut the car door and stepped in front of 
Buffy.  She traced the bite mark with her finger, heard Buffy hum and 
their eyes met as Buffy's arms wrapped around her.  "You need blood, 
Buffy, so here's the plan.  Drink from me.  As you say, Sire's blood.  
Besides, what's good for the goose..."  Willow leaned closer, running 
her hand over Buffy's chest.



"Can't, Will..."  Buffy's tone pleaded.



"Yes."  Willow slipped her thigh between Buffy's, pressing up.  "You 
need it.  You want to.  I want you to."



"You'll be just as weak as me and I'll probably be out like the light 
that is Xander."  Buffy tried to protest.



"I won't let it get that far.  And I'll find a snack for the road."  
Willow reassured.  "Buffy, drink."  She tilted her head, offering her 
neck to Buffy and leaning in, licked at Xander's bite mark.



Buffy couldn't hold back any longer and unheeding any worry, sank her 
fangs fully into Willow's neck.  She sucked immediately, holding Willow 
tight and relishing the responding groan.  Pulling the liquid into 
herself, she answered her thirst, the craving sudden and different than 
the others.  There was no heat, no spark of life, but it was thick with 
a promise, a bond.  Buffy stroked Willow's back, moving their bodies 
against each other's, sliding herself over Willow's thigh.  She pulled 
with abandon at the wound, accepting what was offered: a connection, 
union.  It felt like sex.  It felt like love.  Suddenly it was torn away 
and she moved instinctively to follow, Willow's hand pushing her gently 
back against the car.  Buffy smiled, recognizing in Willow's eyes that 
she felt it too and reached up to stroke Willow's face.  Her arm fell to 
her side with sudden weight and she felt her eyes flutter shut and her 
thoughts quiet in dark sleep.



Willow watched as Buffy's eyes closed and her head fell forward.  
Buffy's body began to slide down and instead of trying to hold it up, 
Willow controlled the fall, gently setting her on the ground to lean 
against the car.  Willow ran her hand through her hair, pulling it away 
from her face and carefully stood up, resting her other hand on the car 
to steady herself.  She was weak, weaker than she had planned.  It had 
been too intense to stop in time.  Slowly, she looked around.  It was 
early evening still.  Someone would have to be coming home soon.  She 
saw her, another student Willow guessed, crossing the road and heading 
in their direction.  As the woman neared, she staggered away from the 
car towards her, calling out.  "Hey, can you help us.  Please."



The woman looked up.  She saw a young woman like herself moving uneasily 
towards her and another woman laying on the ground near a car.  She was 
frightened, looking around she quickly ran up to them.  "Are you okay?  
What happened?  Do you need help?"



Willow let the woman run up to her.  She put her hand on the woman's 
shoulder, letting her help hold her up, smiling as she felt the woman's 
arm wrap around her waist to steady her.  "Thank you."  Willow 
concentrated the last of her strength and placed her other hand on the 
woman's other shoulder, pulling her close.  She leaned in immediately, 
as if falling into her arms and sank her fangs into the neck.  Willow 
struggled to hang on, letting her body move with the panicked woman 
instead of fighting her.  She sucked the blood from her neck in time 
with the pulse, hoping to weaken the woman before she managed to pull 
away.  They both fell to the pavement, Willow bent over her, covering 
her, holding desperately to the body and the flow of blood.  She felt 
the woman's arms fall away as the pulse slowed and stopped.  Willow sat 
up, ran her hand again through her hair and stretched.  "Thank you." 



Willow stood up; steady, strong now, and looked around.  She could see 
no-one, but that didn't mean that no-one saw them.  Quickly moving back 
to Buffy, she opened the passenger door and set her friend inside.  She 
just as quickly moved around the car and got into the driver's seat.  
With one last look around, Willow started the car and headed for the 
freeway, northbound.



Buffy stirred and woke, stretching and adjusting as best she could in 
the car seat.  "Mmm.  How long was I out?"  She glanced over to Willow 
then looked out the windshield, seeing nothing that would tell her where 
they were.  It looked, simply, like they were nowhere.



Willow looked at the clock on the dash.  "About 6 hours.  How ya 
feeling?"  Willow stretched her neck and tried to pull herself from the 
zone she had slipped into.  The road was straight and flat for hours now 
and she had long ago lost the sense of time passing.  The stereo was 
silent by choice and only the occasional tractor-trailer let her know 
that there was anyone else alive in the world.



"Six hours?"  Buffy stretched again and looked back at Xander.  "He 
still sleeps the rest of angels."  She turned back to Willow, smiling.  
"I feel great."



Willow looked over to Buffy and smiled in return.  "Good.  I was getting 
lonely.  I've been feeling a little Linda Hamilton at the end of a 
movie, sole survivor.  Or Sigourney Weaver."



"Willow?  Not that it matters, but where in the nowhere are we?"  Buffy 
took off her shoes and put her feet on the dash, settling in.



Willow shrugged.  "Best I can tell, somewhere in the middle of Oregon.  
I stopped paying attention a while ago."



"Are you okay?"  Buffy checked in.



"Yeah."  Willow assured her friend.  "Just got used to the silence.  
Even the thoughts slowed down."



Buffy laughed then laid her head back sideways against the car seat to 
watch Willow instead of the road.  "That was really intense back there.  
But next time, we probably shouldn't do that during our big getaway."



"Yeah, it was.  And we shouldn't."  Willow confirmed.  "Did it feel that 
way with Xander?"



"Yes."  Buffy quietly acknowledged, trying to gauge how Willow felt 
about that.



"Lucky you."  Willow had spent the first part of the ride trying to 
figure out and understand the ties that held them together now and what 
it meant.  Xander worried her.  And more than that, the lack of 
connection, the stranger she saw in him, pained her.



"It will be okay."  Buffy was quick to reassure her.  "It does matter, 
Sire stuff."  She reached over and let her fingers trace down Willow's 
arm, clasping her hand, she pulled it gently from the steering wheel and 
held it between them on the armrest.  Buffy wondered if Willow would 
feel anything like what she had felt if she fed from her, or Xander, 
even though neither of them were her Sire.  'We'll find out.'  Buffy 
smiled to herself.  'Just not during the getaway.'  "You haven't slept yet."



Willow rubbed her thumb over Buffy's hand, the unease then empty 
stillness of the hours alone drifting gratefully away.  "Haven't needed 
to.  I figure we'll get to Portland and stop.  Maybe I'll lay down 
then."  Willow let the following silence be.  It was comfortable now, 
easy.  Her thoughts began to casually fill her mind again, but they were 
random and unworried.  She remembered the night this all began and its 
unanswered intention.  "Buffy, that night, when I was going to come to 
your room to talk.  If what happened didn't.  If I had just knocked on 
your door and you let me in and we talked like I intended.  Do you think 
we'd still be friends?  I mean, could we have really reconnected, like 
it was.  It seems so long ago now.  But could we have?  Or after 
everything that happened, the way it all went down, would we have just 
gone our separate ways?"



Buffy laid her head back and absently stared at the car ceiling, trying 
to imagine that night a different way.  It felt like that night just a 
few nights ago was ages away, much less the years in the beginning, when 
she called Willow her best friend.  She remembered the few days alone 
she'd spent reflecting on everything that had happened.  She tried to 
recall what she was feeling when Willow knocked on her door.  Hope, that 
was it, hope and relief.  "I know we would have.  Reconnected I mean."  
She turned back to Willow.  "Probably not in the way we connect now, 
mind you."



"Probably?"  Willow glanced over at Buffy and squeezed her hand.  She 
was relieved to hear that Buffy had wanted her in her life, anyway.  
That they would have been a part of each other's.  That they weren't 
together now just because of the vampire stuff.



"Well, who knows."  Buffy teased. 



Willow laughed.  "In my dreams."



"Really?!"  Buffy pushed.



"It's a saying."  Willow deflected.



"No, 'in your dreams' is the saying."  Buffy countered, laughing as 
Willow squirmed a little in her seat.



"Well, I'm not saying."  Willow resolved not to be led further into this 
conversation.



"Xander knows, by the way."  Buffy turned the conversation to something 
just as fun, knowing by Willow's look she would get nothing more from 
her friend. 



"Knows what?"  Willow was grateful Buffy apparently let it drop, but was 
weary where it was now going.



"And I sorta quote," Buffy dropped her voice to an approximate Xander 
tone, "he could 'smell you all over me', end quote."



"Oh, knows that."  Willow grinned over to her friend, the routine of 
passing the tractor-trailer not even getting her full attention.  
"What'd he say?"



"Something about wanting me longer."  Buffy laughed.  "What is it with 
you two anyway?  You, not a clue.  Xander, I thought that was long 
over.  Where was I all those years."



Willow left the most sarcastic reply alone.  "You never did notice the 
way so many people looked at you.  I always thought it was un-conceited 
more than clueless."



"Thank you, I think."  Buffy grudgingly replied.  "I had a huge dose of 
knowing when I could read everyone's thoughts.  Definitely went back to 
determined not noticing after that.  So, you, who notices everything, 
which by the way, is so not true, who else did I miss."



Willow smirked in anticipation.  "Giles."



"No way!"  Buffy protested.



"In a big way."  Willow confirmed.  "He fought it in the beginning.  
Gave up on it near the end.  Take it from someone who noticed everyone 
who noticed you."



Buffy thought back over the years, trying to remember any signs.  
"Anyone else?"



"Faith, of course."  Willow thought maybe Buffy had noticed that one and 
realized this was her chance to answer a long running debate.  "Xander 
and I have a bet.  Maybe you can settle it now.  Did you and Faith 
ever..."  She let go of the wheel briefly to make a continue gesture 
with her free hand.



Buffy laughed.  "No.  So, who won the bet?"



"Xander."  Willow debated whether to tell him or not. 



"You thought Faith and I had sex?"  Buffy needed to confirm she 
understood Willow correctly.  The idea seemed absurd.



"Well, there was hope.  If it happened once... dreams and all that."  
Willow confessed.



"I would think that'd be Xander's dreams.  And isn't it better you're my 
first, one and only?"  Buffy teased.



"This conversation just became surreal."  Willow admitted, shaking her 
head.  "Have you thought about what it's going to be like, with Xander 
as well, I mean?"



Buffy quieted down and closed her eyes for a moment.  "Yes.  Have you?"



"A little."  Willow admitted to herself it was more like a lot.  "It'll 
be strange."



"No stranger than this."  Buffy raised their joined hands a little.



"Yes it will."  Willow asserted.  "Much stranger than this."



"You're talking about the three of us, aren't you?"  Buffy suddenly 
realized.



"Aren't you?"  Willow gently accused back.  "You've thought about it."



"Before the past couple nights or now?"  Buffy laughed at Willow sudden 
look in her direction.  "I'll plead the fifth."



"Buffy!"  Willow shot her friend another look.  "You can't leave it at 
that."



"I'm teasing, Will."



"Really?"  Willow wasn't ready to so easily believe that.



"Maybe."  Buffy kept on her teasing tone.  "Or maybe there were some 
strange after slaying dreams of my own."



"Buffy..."  Willow pleaded. 



"You tell me yours sometime and I'll tell you mine."  Buffy promised 
softly and seductively.  She raised Willow's hand to her lips and kissed it.



Willow let her head rest back against the seat, giving up.  "Portland 
better get here soon."



The silence slipped easily in as they each let themselves get lost in 
their own thoughts.  Buffy's thumb absently caressed Willow's hand.  
Time went by unnoticed again.  Buffy closed her eyes, strangely more at 
ease tonight than she remembered feeling in a long time.  She wondered 
if she had fallen asleep when she felt the squeeze of Willow's hand get 
her attention.



"Portland's coming up."  Willow explained.



Buffy looked out the windows.  The scenery had changed.  Buildings, 
roads, and houses lined the side of the freeway now and stretched out 
through the tall pines and over the hills to disappear on either side.  
Exits to major cross roads arched over the freeway connecting the 
suburbs with the city.  Billboards crowded along the sides and taller 
buildings started to show themselves ahead.  The roads started to become 
tangled over each other, a twisted maze of concrete, and the exits signs 
were now grouped together, coming in rapid order.  The names of the 
roads were not familiar, yet the feeling of city was there and a 
comfort.  "Do we know where we're gonna stay?"



"We have cash, enough at least.  Can we just get a room this time?  Some 
nice hotel with indoor hallways.  Something downtown."  Willow 
suggested.  She had heard of Portland, a city along the Columbia river, 
with bridges connecting its parts and the old riverfront.  It was a 
place she had on her list to visit someday.



"Okay."  Buffy simply agreed.  She felt calm, too relaxed to come up 
with any plan that required action.  The early part of the night had 
held enough mixed up excitement.  She looked out the window again.  
Street lights illuminated almost everything, but there were shadows 
throughout the streets and darkened windows on every building.  "I miss it."



"Miss what?"  Willow was grateful Buffy so readily agreed and started to 
look for a hotel sign and exit suggestion. 



"The sun.  The day.  I miss that I'll never see this in the daylight.  
It's like I can't really see any of it at all.  Almost everything is 
closed."  Buffy explained.  She wondered briefly just how uncaring she 
was now if this was the thing that still had yet to sink in.  "The 
daytime was always the reassurance that I was a human, too.  And, right, 
well, I guess I just answered myself."



Willow didn't know what to say.  She noticed Buffy close in on herself 
and stare out the window.  There was nothing to say, so she chose to 
leave it alone.  "How about the Hilton?"  Willow suggested as she saw 
the sign on the road and the larger sign clearly on a tall building to 
the left.



Buffy leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes.  "That'd be 
nice."



Willow gently removed her hand from Buffy's, regretting it, but needing 
to concentrate on negotiating the unfamiliar roads to the hotel.  She 
parked in the garage part of the large building and turned off the 
motor.  The silence and dim lighting created a clandestine feeling.  
"You stay here with sleepy head and I'll go get us a room."



Buffy nodded her assent and watched as Willow pulled her driver's 
license out and placed her hand over it.  Willow's hand glowed slightly, 
then the card.  She saw Willow smile, checking it over.  "What'd you do?"



"A simple glamour spell."  Willow placed the ID back in her wallet.  "It 
changed my name, address, all that.  You want me to do yours now?"



"No.  Later."  Buffy crossed her arms over her chest.



Willow noticed the defensive gesture and let that rest as well.  She 
still couldn't think of something to say.  Impulsively, she leaned over 
and softly kissed Buffy, hoping the gesture could speak better than 
words anyway.  Willow saw Buffy's small answering smile.  Repeating the 
motion, Willow closed the distance between them again, slower and with 
greater intent.  She brought her lips to Buffy's in a sure, full kiss.  
Feeling Buffy respond, she parted their lips with her tongue, content to 
trace Buffy's lips and slowly build the kiss into passion.  She felt 
Buffy's fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer.  When she felt 
Buffy's tongue join hers, she let the kiss deepen for a moment, then 
pulled away.  All that was missing was the panting.  Without the need to 
breathe, Willow wondered if one kiss could last for hours.  She would 
have to find out sometime.  "I'll get us that room."



Buffy shook her head as she watched Willow cross the parking garage to 
enter the hotel.  She looked back to Xander.  He was still draped across 
the backseat.  She wondered again at what she'd done.  Her mind started 
to picture what they would do together.  Willow was right, it was about 
to get stranger still.  The thoughts, after the passion and connection 
of the kiss, brought a sly smile to her face.



Willow entered the empty lobby and crossed over to the reservation desk, 
disturbing the clerk from his paperwork.  When the young man behind the 
desk greeted her, she automatically started through the motions of 
getting them a room.  "Hi.  I'd like a room for two nights.  I mean two 
days.  All the way through the day and into the next night, what ever 
that is."  She stumbled, suddenly uncertain how to put it.



The man looked at her curiously and tried to clarify what she needed.  
"So, you'll be leaving not this morning, but the next?  Wednesday morning?"



Willow calculated it out and nodded her head.  "Yes, only we might leave 
sometime Tuesday night."  She thought quickly of a cover story, 
wondering to herself why she had even started to explain.  "We might 
want to get a head start."



"If you leave anytime after 11am, we'll have to charge you for a full 
day."  The man clarified the policy, eyeing Willow cautiously. 



Willow noticed his look and forced herself into calm control.  They 
didn't care when their guests left, only that they paid, she reminded 
herself.  Smiling at the desk clerk, she continued with more ease.  
"That's fine.  Sorry if I confused you.  To be honest, I sometimes 
confuse myself.  It's been a long drive and I'm a little tired."



Responding to her open smile, the clerk relaxed, his professional 
attitude melting under her eyes.  He smiled back, flirtatiously.  "I 
understand.  May I see a driver's license, please, and I'll get you 
settled in for the rest of the night."



Willow cocked an eyebrow at his words, retrieved her license from her 
wallet and handed it to him.  She waited patiently as he typed in her 
information, keeping the smile on her face each time he looked up at 
her.  When he asked if she would like two queen sized beds or one king, 
her smile turned mischievous, unconcerned with how he would interpret 
it.  "One king bed would be fine."  Finally, she got her license back, 
the room key and a parking permit.  Thanking the clerk, she turned to 
return to the parking garage, shaking her head at how difficult she 
almost made it.  But now their room was paid for two nights.  It would 
feel good to get some rest.



Buffy carried Xander this time, following Willow across the parking 
garage and to the elevators that led to the rooms.  Willow found the 
right door and slipped the key card into the reader, opening the door at 
the signal and let them inside.  She turned on the lights out of habit 
and made sure the windows were well curtained as Buffy laid Xander down 
on the bed.  "One bed?"  Buffy's sly smile returned to her face.



Willow shrugged her shoulders, even as she returned Buffy's smile with a 
hinted one of her own.  "One bed."



Buffy shook her head a little and looked around the room.  It was just 
another hotel room.  Nicer than most, but just as plain in the end as 
all the others.  "You wanna rest or explore?"



"We should stay here."  Willow sat at the end of the bed next to 
Xander's feet.  She began taking off his shoes.  "Just in case Xander 
wakes up soon."



"I didn't know it would do that."  Buffy laid down herself on the large 
bed, slightly away from Xander.



"It did the same to you."  Willow removed the second shoe, letting it 
drop to the floor with the other.  She looked up at his clothing, 
deciding she better just let him sleep in them.  "It's just you have the 
Slayer thing.  It must be like your super healing or something."  She 
looked over at Buffy and then back to Xander.  "We're gonna have to get 
some new clothes for ourselves real soon."



Buffy looked over to her sleeping friend, noticing the dirt and grass 
stains now on his pants and t-shirt.  "Yeah.  Well, if Dawn can figure 
out how to shoplift, I'm sure we can think of something."  She started 
to remove her own shoes and socks, tossing them to floor beside her.  
"Personally, I'd love to get rid of this 'commando' feeling."



Willow looked over to her friend, shocked.  "You're not wearing any 
underwear?"



"Nope."  Buffy smiled at the look on Willow's face.  "I showered, 
remember.  And I wasn't gonna wear dead guy's.  No power on this earth 
could get me to do that.  So..."  She shrugged.  Buffy looked down at 
her clothing, suddenly unsure what she should do.  They weren't going 
anywhere for the rest of the night and presumably, the next day.  Should 
she strip?  There was Xander right next to her.  She was barely able to 
contemplate the idea of that with Willow in the room, and certainly not 
with Xander yet.  Should she get under the covers, though, if she's 
clothed?  And what about Willow?  And there's only the one bed.  She 
chose to lay back on top of the bed and contemplate the ceiling.



Willow's thoughts of slipping her hand down Buffy's pants were intruded 
on by Buffy mentioning Dawn's name.  "How do you think Giles and Dawn 
are doing?"



Buffy closed her eyes.  "Can we not think about that yet?"



"Okay."  Willow was quick to agree.  She bent down to remove her own 
shoes and socks.  Thinking about what Buffy had just disclosed, she 
walked to the bathroom.  "I'll be right back."



Buffy curiously listened for what Willow could be doing in the bathroom, 
but heard nothing very descriptive.  Turning on her side, she stretched 
out beside Xander and started stroking his hair, the memory of him 
feeding from her filling her body with a low hum.  She felt the 
connection this time, muted, but there.  She willed him silently to wake up.



Willow was cursing Buffy.  Suddenly, she couldn't stand the idea of 
wearing the days old underwear any longer.  She hadn't wanted to put 
them on before, but couldn't bring herself to just not wear any.  Now, 
she had no choice.  She stripped herself from the waist down and put the 
offending garment in the trash.  Redressing, she shifted at the odd feel 
of jeans that didn't fit quite right against bare skin.  Still, it was 
better, mentally.  Willow paused just outside the bathroom door and 
watched Buffy run her fingers through Xander's hair.  Strange and 
stranger was still to come.  The space open on the bed was next to 
Buffy, so she crossed over and lay down.



Buffy rolled over onto her back when Willow laid down next to her.  
"What were you doing in there?"



"Doing what you did."  Willow settled down on her side, facing Buffy.  
"Going commando."  She squirmed at Buffy's answering chuckle.  "Don't 
laugh.  These jeans don't fit right and it feels really weird."  Willow 
nodded in Xander's direction.  "How's he feeling?"



Buffy smiled warmly.  "He's there, I can feel it this time."  She took 
Willow's hand in her own and stretched Willow over herself to place the 
hand on Xander's chest.  "Here, try it for yourself."



Willow hesitantly ran her hand over Xander's chest.  It was hard with 
muscles, strange in its stillness.  She felt the spark, a bridge that 
crossed between the aching gulf and connected her to that feeling she 
always had around Xander.  She felt the friendship and admittedly, the 
desire that remained below the surface.  Gaining confidence, she 
caressed his chest, wondering if he could tell he was being touched and 
who was touching him.  She pulled her hand away after some time and 
finding herself draped over Buffy, propped up on her elbows to look down 
at her friend.  "I feel it."  She gazed into Buffy's eyes.  Willow 
lowered herself to meet Buffy's lips with her own.  She was sure she 
intended a friendly kiss, a confirmation of this connection too.  She 
felt Buffy's arms wrap around her and pull her body down.  Their legs 
wrapped over each others.  The kiss deepened and hastened, tongues 
tangling deep into each other's mouths.  Willow brought a hand up to cup 
Buffy's breast, kneading it and caressing the nipple with her thumb 
through the thin fabric.  She felt Buffy's moan across her lips.  
Breaking the kiss, Willow licked her way down Buffy's jaw and neck, 
sliding her tongue over the bite marks there, eliciting another moan 
from Buffy.  Fingers tangled in Willow's hair, kneading her head and 
urging her on.  She continued down over the tight shirt and closed her 
lips over Buffy's nipple, nipping with her teeth.



Buffy arched into the sensations Willow was causing, suddenly wanting 
very much to remove all her clothes.  She gently guided Willow over to 
her other breast, started to push and suggest Willow travel lower.  This 
felt odd still, foreign if she opened her eyes and glanced down at the 
red hair hovered over her, but so absolutely right.  It filled her, 
excited her.  She turned from Willow to Xander.  "Can you imagine if he 
woke up right now?"



Willow moaned in agreement at the image.  She moved down Buffy's chest 
to where her shirt ended and brought the material up, just under her 
breasts to expose her stomach.  She kissed and licked the skin, teasing 
whether she would continue up or down.  "He might you know.  Should I 
stop?"  Willow looked up across Buffy's body and into her eyes.  Her 
fingers continued the caress across the bared skin.



Buffy considered Willow.  Her friend, her best friend, her mind 
corrected when sudden memories of high school years flew through her 
mind, lay hovered over her body, suggesting things her mind had never 
rationally considered.  Still didn't rationally consider.  She had only 
been reacting before, needing the connection.  Now she was asked the 
question.  Asked for a 'yes' or 'no'.  And it was Willow, clearly Willow 
asking her this.  Xander, the other part of the question, what if Xander 
woke up.  Buffy didn't think he would this soon.  She realized she 
wanted this.  "Don't stop, Willow."  Buffy stroked the hair from 
Willow's face.  "Please don't stop."



Willow licked her lips and started to kiss her way across Buffy's 
stomach, moving up and tracing her tongue just under Buffy's breasts.  
Moving the shirt further up and over the breasts, Willow started to 
slowly explore and tease with her lips, tongue and touch.  Confidently 
she moved over and across Buffy's skin, relishing the repeated 'yes' and 
moans she heard from Buffy.  Spreading Buffy's legs apart, she settled 
her body between them and started to kiss her way down her chest and 
stomach, pausing and licking the skin just above the waistband.  Willow 
glanced up at Buffy once again as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, 
opening them.  She smiled as Buffy stared at her, desire clear in her 
eyes, and nodded 'yes', lifting her hips slightly in invitation.  They 
both heard Xander groan and Buffy's hips fell back to the bed.



"I'm gonna kill him."  Buffy stated, turning to see if Xander was truly 
waking.



"Again?"  Willow laughed.  She stayed as she was between Buffy's thighs, 
realizing that the fact that Xander might wake was part of the desire 
driving her to do this.



Buffy saw Xander stretch to wakefulness and open his eye.  She quickly 
pulled her shirt down over her breasts.  It was all she had time to do 
before Xander's gaze shifted over to her.  She laid her hands at her 
sides and relaxed back, tilting her head on the pillow to face him.  She 
glanced at Willow and realized Willow was staying where she was as 
well.  Her mind flooded with the possible implications and was surprised 
when the thoughts excited her.



Xander studied Buffy's eyes, his mind foggy still and unable to read the 
intensity he found in them.  "Now what happened?"  He shook his head, 
trying to clear it and looked around the room.



"You got a second dose I guess you could say."  Buffy answered.



"Where are we now?"  Xander continued to try and piece it together.



"Portland, Oregon."  It was Willow's turn to answer.  "A hotel downtown."



"We've kept on the run, huh?"  Xander stretched his body again.



"How are you feeling?"  Buffy noticed he was much calmer now, less 
angry.  She smiled when she considered that maybe Spike hadn't lied and 
this would work.



"Hungry."  Xander growled.  He turned his attention back to the women on 
the bed next to him.  His eyebrows arched as he noticed Willow's 
position and Buffy's open pants.  "Did I interrupt something?"



Willow answered with a smile, but it was Buffy who reached across the 
short distance and took Xander's hand in her own, stroking the back of 
it with her thumb.  "Do you feel something different when I touch you?"  
Buffy started to explain.



Xander looked down at her hand in his.  "Yeah.  A kind of comfort.  Sort 
of warm, I guess.  Something."  Xander was unable to place it exactly, 
but didn't worry about it.  He could tell that Buffy understood.  He 
shook his head a little in wonder.



"Xander," Willow softly continued the explanation, hoping Buffy wanted 
to lead this in the same direction, "when we really touch each other, 
sexually I mean, it's that much stronger.  It fills us, and makes us 
feel whole again."  She slipped her fingers under Buffy's shirt, tracing 
them over her skin, then let them slide down to the open 'V' of her pants.



Buffy closed her eyes, unable to watch Xander's reaction and unwilling 
to stop what Willow was doing, what she was proposing.  She gripped 
Xander's hand tighter.



Willow watched Xander watching her fingers as they moved over the small 
area exposed below the waistband, barely slipping inside the pants only 
to reappear, back and forth.  She settled back comfortably between 
Buffy's legs.  She silenced her racing thoughts, letting herself just 
react to the situation and her desire, their desire.



Xander looked on intently, transfixed by what he was witnessing.  He 
shifted to his side, the beginning of an erection suddenly making his 
pants uncomfortably tight.  "So, you two..."



"Three."  Buffy interrupted and corrected before she could censure 
herself.  She opened her eyes to look for confirmation in Willow's and 
saw Willow lick her lips and smile.  Buffy reached her free hand down 
and stroked Willow's face.  She brought Xander's hand to her lips and 
kissed it.  "Us."  Her mind was mildly protesting what her body was 
feeling.  Thoughts were pushed aside by ever growing desire.  When 
Willow started to gently pull her pants over her hips, she didn't 
hesitate to arch up and let them slide down her legs and off.



Willow let the pants drop to the floor and looked up to see her friends 
intently watching her, watching what would happen next.  She focused on 
Xander as she leaned down and started to slowly kiss, nibble and lick a 
trailing path up Buffy's leg.  She smiled as the leg fell open, almost 
resting against Xander's and granting access.  She watched Xander 
watching her as her tongue slipped out from between her lips and slid 
across the underside of Buffy's knee.  She had secretly wondered what 
this would be like, knowing Xander thought of seeing her with another 
woman, and knowing her thoughts of being with Xander had remained.  'Gay 
now' had silently always held that one precious exception.  She heard 
Buffy moan her name and looked up into her friend's eyes.  She realized 
she was moving too slow, her friends were staying so still.  Everyone 
was a little afraid.  Buffy's eyes held more need than fear though.  
Willow took in an easy breath, letting the scent of Buffy's arousal spur 
on her own.  She bent back down to Buffy's leg and kissed her way more 
aggressively up the inner thigh.  She paused only a moment above Buffy's 
center, set her hands over Buffy's hips and ran her tongue through the 
folds of her pussy to end with a kiss above her clit.  Willow hesitated 
no longer and went down on her friend.  Nipping, licking, sucking; she 
filled her senses with her scent, her taste.  Buffy arched under the 
onslaught and she pushed her back to the bed, her tongue slipping inside 
and out, sliding around and up, her lips moving to hum and suck over 
Buffy's clit.  A trailing, echoing faint thought wondered what Xander, 
her oldest friend, thought of this, thought of her now.



Buffy smiled when it was Xander that moaned.  Willow's tongue felt 
electric and a heat suddenly pulsed through her.  'So right!' Buffy's 
thought screamed its encouragement, letting her body react to the 
sensations.  She pulled her hand from Xander's tight grasp and quickly 
removed her top.  She watched as he opened his pants, his arousal 
evident.  He stared at Willow, then at her; her chest, her eyes.  She 
needed to feel him again.  In the small distance that separated them, he 
appeared as only the image of her friend.  She reached for him and 
wrapped her fingers through his hair, clasped the back of his head and 
guided his mouth to hers. 



Xander felt something open in himself with the kiss as Buffy's tongue 
parted his lips and thrust itself into his mouth, searching.  He felt 
whole, sated with belonging, with love, secure, even as his need erupted 
through him and urged for more.  He bent forward, pressing himself to 
Buffy's lips, stroking himself against her thigh.  His tongue slipped 
between her lips, playing, taunting, seeking to consume her.  He 
growled, the vibrations hummed through them both.



Buffy gasped at the feel of Willow's tongue forcefully stroking her clit 
and felt fingers moving steadily inside of her.  Xander moved his hungry 
search for more of her across her jaw, down her neck and further to a 
breast, his lips clamping over her nipple and pulling.  'So right, so 
much', her mind repeated.  She arched suddenly, the intense explosion of 
sensations slipping past her lips as a cry, her hand clinging to the 
back of Xander's head.  She pulled Xander up to lay his head on her 
shoulder, keeping him against her as she fell back on the bed.  She 
moaned, stroking Willow's hair with her other hand, as the now gentle 
tongue continued to slide and twist through her center, lapping her 
climax and slowly building the sensations again.  "Oh, hell."  Buffy 
relaxed and gave in.  "Willow..."



Willow smiled knowingly, feeling Buffy twitch and shift and slowly start 
rocking.  Carefully she inserted a finger again and started slowly 
stroking.  She rested her head on Buffy's thigh and watched the growing 
arousal play across her friend's face and body.  Her own body ached with 
a need to be touched, the jeans caressing oddly as she rocked her hips 
slightly in time with Buffy's.  She saw Xander stroking himself as well 
against Buffy's other thigh.  She stared at the lengthening bulge that 
showed through the open pants and wanted to reach across and pull it 
free of the underwear that confined him.  She continued to stroke Buffy 
and looked up into her eyes.



Buffy met Willow's eyes.  "Willow..."  She laughed and threw her head 
back against the pillow.  "Xander, do you see what she's doing to me?"



"I see."  Xander met Willow's amused gaze.  He watched her hand move 
back and forth between Buffy's thighs.  He groaned when he saw Willow 
openly stare at his erection and lick her lips.  He couldn't believe 
this was happening, or what was happening inside him.  Memories that had 
felt dim, muted, lost, started flooding back.  Kissing Willow on the 
library floor.  Watching Buffy walk across the school courtyard towards 
him.  The three of them, laying together in Buffy's room, watching TV.  
His life anchored back into his body.  It was never like this before 
though.  Not even in the wildest of his dreams could it feel like this.  
His hand reached up and cupped Buffy's breast, his fingers dancing over 
the nipple then trailing down over her stomach.  He felt her muscles 
jump at his touch.  He continued down and across, leaving Buffy's skin 
to stroke Willow's cheek, his thumb grazing across her lips.  He smiled 
when she kissed his thumb, then moaned as she brought her lips around it 
and sucked.





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