Fic: RR&R Book IV (2b/?) NC17 see header for pairings

Chapter 2 concluded

“I love you, I won’t leave you, I promise,” Willow whispered soothingly into Buffy's ear. They were laying on their sides, face to face on their bed. Buffy was still weeping softly, clutching Willow tightly to her.

‘Goddess, what happened to you?’ Willow wondered—fear flowing like ice through her body at her lover’s breakdown.

“Shh, shh, I’m right here,” she spoke softly as she combed her fingers through the blonde’s tresses.

“I...I can’t l-lose you Will,” Buffy's cry was softer, but no less painful.

Willow's own tears ran down her face, sorrow running through her along with the fear. “You won’t, Buffy. I swear!” she reassured fervently, tightening her embrace around the smaller women.

“I need you Will! You and Tara...I c-can’t live without you!” Buffy spoke intently.

Willow swallowed past the lump in her throat and her voice was ragged as she replied, “I belong to you, Buffy, remember?” She pulled away just enough to take hold of Buffy's hand and guide it up to the collar around her neck. “See? It says, ‘Property of Buffy Summers’. I couldn’t remove it even if I wanted to; and that’s never gonna happen.”

A hesitant smile appeared on Buffy's face. “For ever and ever?” she asked in a little-girl voice.

“Forever and ever and ever!” Willow answered intently, smiling back at her lover. Her smile grew even more as Tara entered her line of sight.

The taller blonde climbed onto the bed and scooted over to embrace Buffy from behind.

Buffy's eyes slipped shut and she whimpered softly as her own Mistress held her and nuzzled her hair. “Oh Tara!” she sighed.

“Oh Buffy, my darling girl,” Tara crooned softly. “Don’t you know we’d never leave you?”

“I...but Giles said...” Buffy protested.

“Doesn’t matter,” Tara whispered, turning Buffy's head towards her and kissing her gently. After ending the kiss, she stared intently into Buffy's eyes and slowly and clearly said, “We. Are. Not. Leaving. You.”

Willow held her breath as Buffy visibly hesitated. After a few seconds, the petite body in her arms relaxed. ‘Thank goodness!’ Willow thought with a relieved exhale.

“I’m an idiot...” Buffy began in a chagrinned voice.

“Never!” Tara huffed. Any further protest from Buffy was halted as Tara pulled her onto her back and began kissing her passionately.

‘Mmm,’ Willow thought with a sigh. ‘Playtime? No...comfort-time I think.’

Taking advantage of her lovers face being turned away, Willow started her way up the side of Buffy's neck with soft, gentle kisses. ‘Goddess I love your warm, smooth skin,’ she thought. Whether the whimper that Buffy made was due to Willow sucking on her earlobe, or due to Tara’s kiss, it warmed the redhead’s heart just the same.

‘How I love you, Mistress Buffy,’ she thought, her heartfelt adoration for the Slayer filling her mind as she concentrated on soothing and pleasing her Mistress. “May I get rid of these clothes?” she whispered into Buffy's ear.

“Mmmhmm!” Buffy moaned, Tara not letting up on their kiss long enough for her to verbalize.

Willow smiled at Buffy's eager grunt. ‘Hmm, it’d be a shame to make Tara let her go long enough to undress her...’ she thought, rationalizing what she was about to do. Focusing her inner sight on the material making up Buffy's clothes, Willow thought, ‘Unravel.’

She pictured the fabric unraveling like a thread being pulled in a cartoon. Soon Buffy's outer layer of pants and blouse were floating through the air as a string running from her body to the empty space on the floor where the clothes rebuilt themselves.

‘Why am I not surprised that she’s going commando—again?’ Willow thought with a smile.

Once the Slayer was completely unencumbered, Willow began to kiss her way back down her tanned neck, taking her time and doing everything with a gentle passion, rather than hurrying right to the erogenous zones. When she reached the upper slope of Buffy's left breast, she noticed that Tara was mirroring her actions. As she met her fellow-witch’s gaze, Tara lifted her lips away from Buffy's flesh just long enough to whisper, “That was really cool!”

Willow grinned happily. “Thanks,” she mouthed in response.

Tara grinned back and then they both resumed operation ‘Reassure Buffy’.

‘Slayer-healing is definitely a good thing,’ Willow thought as she kissed and nuzzled Buffy's soft breast. ‘Keeps these tight and perky even with the ‘no-bra’ demon fighting she does.’ She resisted the urge to nibble on the nipple, instead flicking it softly with her tongue while she angled her head to look up at Buffy's face.

Buffy's head was tilted back, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open and panting.

“So sexy!” Willow heard Tara’s quietly awed whisper. She glanced over to see a look of wonder on the blonde witch’s face.

“Oh yeah!” she sighed in response before taking Buffy's erect flesh into her mouth and beginning to suckle like a baby.

Tara shot her another lopsided grin before emulating her actions on Buffy's right side.

Willow's eyes slipped shut as she felt her Mistress’s fingers combing through her hair. ‘This is perfect,’ she thought as she swirled her tongue round and round, sucking strongly at the turgid little nub in her mouth.

After a time, Buffy's whimpers and sighs grew louder and more frequent. ‘Hmm, methinks my Mistress has other little bits she’d like sucked!’ Willow thought with a grin as she felt her lover’s hand ‘encouraging’ her to head south. ‘As Mistress commands, I happily obey!’

A glance showed her that Tara’s head was moving in the opposite direction and Willow shivered with excitement. ‘Oh my, I get it all to myself!’ She kissed her way down to Buffy's belly, stopping to tease and lick the shallow depression there. ‘Relax, don’t rush...take it slow—it’s not like it’s going anywhere...’ she told herself.

She forced herself to wait until she again felt Buffy's hand pushing her downward. ‘Goddess, you smell so good!’ she thought as Buffy's scent filled her awareness. The redhead whimpered herself and began to salivate as she got closer to her goal.

Willow felt Buffy's thigh muscle quivering under her hand as she lifted herself over it. Her eyes took in the sight of Buffy pulling at her own nipples while Tara kissed her slow and deep. Her eyes moved down to what was right before her and she licked her lips in anticipation. ‘So beautiful, Mistress!’ she thought, humming with pleasure. ‘so wet and open for me!’

She could wait no longer and immediately leaned forward, taking her first taste. “Mmm mmm!” she crooned happily.

Her eyes slipped shut and she navigated the familiar territory by touch, keeping her movements slow and soft. Her lips and tongue were her implements as she created art in the medium of slick, wet flesh.

‘So good,’ she thought with pleasure—each drawn breath filled with the intimate richness of her lover’s scent. “Mmmm,” every exhale was a satisfied sigh. There was no sense of time, just the everlasting sound, taste and smell of her lover.

When she heard Buffy's first scream of release muffled against Tara’s mouth, she narrowed her focus, nursing on her lover’s clit as she had earlier on her nipple. Though she kept her movements slow, she sucked strongly, rubbing her tongue in gradual circles around it.

It wasn’t long before Buffy was again shrieking into Tara’s mouth, and Willow immediately pushed two fingers inside the Slayer’s quivering sex. She continued her oral ministrations while using her fingertips to rub firmly against that secret spot that would ignite the Buffy-rocket-to-paradise.

‘Yours, yours...belong to you Mistress!’ Willow chanted to herself as she drove Buffy to the absolute heights of pleasure. She wrapped her free arm around Buffy's thigh and held on tightly, instinctively knowing the ride was about to become rough.

Buffy's arching, undulating body must have been sufficient to break Tara’s kiss, because Willow heard her name shrieked out loud. ‘Yes! Love you so much!’ she thought, bursting with pure and overwhelming joy.

Holding on as tight as she could, Willow managed to keep her mouth and fingers working—prolonging the Slayer’s release until she slumped back to the bed, boneless and quivering. Only then did she let up, removing her fingers and ever so gently lapping the copious wetness from her lover’s sex.

Moving up Buffy's still shuddering body, Willow was amazed. ‘So beautiful...that I could bring you this much pleasure, it makes me so happy!’ she thought with a sense of pride and joyfulness.

Snuggling up against Buffy's side, Willow nuzzled and kissed her neck, and then whispered, “Yours, Mistress. I am yours forever!”

Once again Buffy wept. This time though, Willow could tell that they were tears of joy.

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“Wow...” Xander said, shaking his head at the story Dawn had just told him. “But, she's gonna be ok, right?” he sought reassurance.

They were in Xander’s truck heading toward Joyce and Giles apartment. Dawn had arrived home early from her magic practice and told him they had to go to Giles and she’d explain why on the way.

“Yeah, I think so,” Dawn said with only a slightly worried tone. “I’m pretty sure Tara and Willow are, um, making her feel better and stuff.”

‘Making her...oh!’ Xander rolled his eyes when he got it.

“So what the heck did Giles do to make her freak like that?” he wondered aloud.

“Well, hopefully we’re about to find out,” Dawn answered his semi-rhetorical question.

He glanced sideways to see her smiling teasingly at him. ‘Mmm, my sexy girl!’ he thought indulgently.

Her smile changed from teasing to what he thought of as her ‘I love you’ smile, and she took hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together. ‘Love you too, Kitten,’ he thought back at her.

“So, you getting used to driving this thing?” she asked after a moment’s silence.

“Well, it’s not nearly as quick and nice handling as yours,” he said in mock-complaint.

“Yeah, but there’s way more room to fool around in it!” she answered back with a laugh.

“Very true,” he allowed, grinning happily. He looked briefly around the cockpit of the GMC Yukon Denali with a satisfied feeling. “Yeah, it’s nice. Comfortable.”

“And in a pinch, we could probably get the whole gang in here,” Dawn added with a laugh.

“Mmm, a truck full of sexy girls...” Xander said with an exaggerated leer.

“Dream on, perv!” Dawn teased. “Besides, you’re forgetting Giles.”

“Ack!” Xander frowned with distaste. “Way to ruin a perfectly good fantasy, Dawn!”

“Aww, poor you,” Dawn said with not a bit of sincerity in her voice.

“Ah, well,” he sighed melodramatically. “Somehow I’ll survive....”

The last few minutes of the drive were spent in comfortable silence.

‘Funny how just holding your hand makes it like everything’s gonna be ok,’ he thought.

“Huh, looks like mom’s just getting home,” Dawn said as Xander pulled the truck into the complex’s parking lot.

“Huh,” Xander grunted non-committally.

They pulled in to an open space and got out of the car.

“Mom!” Dawn called out. She shot a quick glance at Xander and said, “Catch up, ‘K?”

He watched appreciatively as she jogged to catch up with her mother. ‘Mmm, I think my truck is already filled with all the sexy women I need...’ he thought with love and lust.

“Rupert!” Joyce’s scream startled Xander into a sprint even as Dawn called out his name.

He rounded the corner and leapt down the six steps into the courtyard at a dead run, skidding to a sudden halt as he caught up to the two Summers women, standing outside the door to Giles place.

“Whoa! What the...” he began as he noticed that the door was leaning precariously in its frame.

“Alright!, it’s quite alright!” Giles voice came out of the apartment. “I’m perfectly fine,” he continued the reassurance as the door began to wiggle.

Xander quickly moved forward and helped the watcher move the heavy wood aside. “Buffy?” he asked when Giles flushed face appeared.

“H-how?” he stammered, his _expression_ showing surprise.

“I was there when she got home,” Dawn interjected.

“Ah, yes...of course. Is she a-alright?” he asked.

“Rupert, what?” Joyce sounded flummoxed. “What’s going on? Did something happen to Buffy? And what happened to our door?”

“That’s what we’re here to find out,” Dawn spoke out. “Well, except the door part—though I’d guess that was Buffy freaking out after whatever you said to her...”

“I, yes, well...that is,” Giles began stammering.

“Tell you what,” Xander interrupted. “Why don’t you guys go inside, and G-man can make some tea or whatever to calm down, and I’ll get my tools out of the truck and see if I can fix the door, Ok? Then we can figure out what happened.”

“Ok, cool,” Dawn said with a pleased smile. She began herding the two parental units into the building while Xander walked away, shaking his head.

“Hell Gods, no problem...but Buffy throws a fit, and we all lose our friggen minds!” he muttered as he headed back out to the truck.

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“Okay, okay,” Xander said feeling less than full comprehension after all the stories had been told. “I know I’m not necessarily the brightest candle on the cake here, but you’re saying that Buffy had a major meltdown because you wanted Willow and Tara...to go to England for a couple days?”

“Well...in a word, yes,” Giles answered.

After a moment of ringing silence, Xander asked, “So, is it just me that’s in the no-comprende zone here?”

“Bloody hell if I ever understand what sets her off!” Giles muttered.

“Rupert!” Joyce barked, sounding shocked. Dawn laughed out loud.

‘Dang, now I know he’s freaked,’ Xander thought, his face echoing Joyce’s surprise.

“Honesty, I did imagine that Buffy wouldn’t be particularly eager to part company with Tara or Willow for even a brief time—given their, um...closeness,” Giles explained exasperatedly. “However, I was in no way prepared for the...intensity...of her reaction.”

“Yeah, she was pretty much a total wreck by the time she got to Will and Tara,” Dawn offered.

“Thank you Dawn, I feel so much better now,” Giles said sarcastically.

“Is she going to be alright?” Joyce asked, visibly shaken by the recount.

“Yeah, I think so,” Dawn said reassuringly. “Tara’s gonna call when they’re finished...um, you know, calming her down and stuff.”

Xander smiled at the looks of incomprehension on Joyce and Giles’ faces.

“They’re...ah...reconnecting. You know....” Dawn explained, waving her hands vaguely.

“Ah...reconnecting,” Joyce said, a look of comprehension dawning on her face.

Giles rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. Xander only caught the words “Typical.” and “Hormone-addled.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Xander changed the subject. “I mean, about the amulet thing?”

“Well, at the moment there’s little we can do, as I’ve been unable to reach anyone from the coven...” Giles answered.

‘Still frustrated,’ Xander thought with a grin, ‘But more Giles-like.’

“I’ve left over a dozen messages,” Giles went on, removing his glasses and polishing them vigorously.

“Why, what is it that they can do that Will or Tara can’t?” Dawn asked curiously.

“Yes, well, it isn’t so much what they might be able to do, as what they may know,” Giles explained. “I’m fairly certain that I recall a discussion regarding an artifact of the Libitinan temple...”

“That’s awfully convenient...” Xander muttered, suddenly suspicious.

Giles raised his eyebrows, apparently considering it. After a moment his brows dropped and he frowned. “Well, it was quite some time ago...I have only a vague recollection of the conversation...” he trailed off at that point.

“How come you don’t remember?” Dawn asked with a slight frown of her own. “Aren’t you, like, mister memory guy?”

“Yes, well, it was some time ago...” Giles began.

‘Is that a blush I see?’ Xander thought, a slow grin growing on his face.

“...and there were...um...distractions,” he finished, ducking his head slightly.

Xander saw Joyce’s face don an arch look. The ringing of the phone, however, interrupted anything she might have been about to say.

“Hmm, saved by the bell,” Joyce said as Giles moved with alacrity toward the kitchen phone.

‘I’m pretty sure that conversation isn’t over...’ Xander thought snarkily.

“I swear, if that’s the call he’s been waiting for, I’m going to start looking for hidden cameras!” Dawn groused. “Talk about your cliché plot devices...”

“Our lives do have a kinda ‘teen horror flick’ quality to them,” Xander laughed.

“Good heavens, Sara!” Giles voice exploded. “Have you any idea how many messages I’ve left! Where in God’s name have you been?” he demanded.

Xander glanced at his lover and her mother and saw nearly identical looks of surprised skepticism. “Gotta be the Hellmouth...” he muttered, shaking his head.

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