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Title:
Love is a Gift Author:
The Bear! Spoilers:
None of note Pairing:
X/W Summary:
Sequel to ‘All Saints Day’ Warnings:
NC17 (Lots of sex, like that’s a surprise.) Disclaimer:
If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Ecstasy Network. Author’s Note: Ok, here it
is as promised—My Christmas present to you all! This little
Christmas treat is 99.9% angst-free, stuffed with fluff, coated in syrupy
sweetness, and chock-full of sexy goodness! ========== BtVS ========== Part
4 I
didn’t want to think about what I was going to do when Christmas break is
over. Waking up in Waking
up a couple hours later to the sensation of my lover slowly sucking me off was
pretty damn sweet too! I love how she sometimes just goes so slow,
driving me right to the edge of insanity and then keeping me there until she
feels like making me cum. Of course I hate it too, almost as much as I
love it—but when I finally do cum it’s incredible. “Oh
man, I will never get tired of that!” I groaned out once my ability to
speak had returned. She
giggled at me. Evil girl! “Okay,
go ahead and laugh,” I mock-pouted. “Take advantage of a guy
in his post-orgasm weakness.” She
flushed at the word orgasm, but only a little. Suddenly
I decided that I wanted to see her really blush—I don’t know why, I
just did. “You know, Will?” I asked. “What?”
she said, her voice light...oh so innocent and un-expecting. “I
really love the way you suck my cock,” I said with a wide grin. “Xander!”
she protested, slapping my thigh from where she was kneeling between my calves. Oh
yeah, I love it when her whole face and neck turn hot pink like that. “What
can I say? It’s completely true, you know,” I continued,
teasing but serious too. “You
just like to make me blush,” she pouted. I laughed
out loud at that. “That’s true too,” I agreed.
“What can I say; you look just too sexy when you blush!” “Do
not!” she protested. “I look like a dork when I blush,”
she added in an annoyed mutter. I
sat up and pulled her close to me, but with enough room to look her in the
eyes. “Not possible,” I said in all seriousness.
“You do not look like a dork, you look sexy and delicious, and I know
I’m not the only one that thinks so!” “Whad’dya
mean?” she asked with a confused-looking frown. “I’ve
seen the Buffster checking you out, especially when you blush,” I
explained. Ever
since Willow told me about the dressing room incident, I’d been keeping
an eye on the Slayer when we hung out...turns out Willow was definitely right;
Buffy was spending some quality staring time on my girl, and I could tell
without doubt that there was some more-than-friendly interest there. “Nuh
uh...really?” she asked, sounding torn between disbelief, embarrassment
and not a little desire. “Mmm
hmm,” I hummed as I slipped one hand between her legs and started rubbing
the very wet flesh there. “Does that turn you on?” “Uhh...I,”
she groaned out, starting to pant a little bit. “I
think it does...it sure feels like you’re turned on to me,” I
crooned, rubbing a bit more firmly. “You’re...oh...not
mad?” she panted, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Nope,”
I said, sounding a bit breathy too. “In fact I’d have to say
I’m pretty darn turned on myself!” “Really?”
she sounded genuinely surprised. “Are
you kidding?” I exclaimed. “The thought of seeing you and
Buffy—mmm, definitely of the good.” “What
about you?” she asked, confusing me a bit. “Me?”
I responded questioningly. “Uh
huh. I...I imagine you there with us,” she gasped out. Welcome
to full erection! “Wha...what
do you see us doing?” It was all I could do to groan out the
question—I so wanted to push her down to the bed and take her right then. “Well,
I...uh...I had a dream,” she trailed off. “Oh
God, you have to tell me, please?” I immediately begged. “I...I
dunno,” she whimpered. I
teased her with the tip of my finger, just barely entering before pulling away
as I begged, “Oh baby, you have to tell me. Please, Will? You
can’t tell me you had a dream about you and me and Buffy, and then leave
me hanging like that.” “Oh,
well...I, uh...okay,” she panted out. I
rewarded her by sliding my finger all the way into her, setting a slow and
steady rhythm. “Unh!
More, please?” her grunt turned into a bit of a whine. “Tell
me about your dream and I’ll give you all the fingers you want,
baby!” I replied, tracing back and forth with a second digit. “Mmm,”
she hummed in delight as I slid in number two and began stroke and rub. “Well,
Buffy and I were at her house, and we were waiting for you to get there, but
you were late and I don’t remember what we were talking about...and then
out of nowhere she just kissed me!” Mmm,
Buffy and Willow kissing...very nice. “And
then, she pulled away and was all apologizing and stuff and I...I,” she
dropped her gaze as she trailed off. I
moved my head aside and kissed her on the neck, hoping it would help for her to
not have to look into my eyes. “You what?” I softly prompted. “I,
um...I jumped her,” she said with clear embarrassment. “Oh
God!” I whispered, the mental picture she was painting was driving me
insane. Again, only the desire to hear more kept me from taking her hard
and fast right there and then! There was definitely going to be some
rough sex in our very near future! “I
don’t know how it happened but suddenly we were both naked and I was...I
was,” she again trailed off. “What?”
I nearly growled, nipping at her earlobe and neck while I sped up my fingers
thrusting inside her. “I...um...went
down,” she whispered, apparently unable to completely verbalize the act. “You
were licking Buffy's pussy?” I asked with a loud groan. My cock
felt like it was on fire, it was so hard. “Mmph...yes,”
she cried softly. “Oh
God! Then what?” I panted. She’d said I was in this
dream of hers and I wanted to know! “Right
when Buffy...uh,” she started. “Came?”
I interjected. “Yes.
You walked in and caught us,” she said. “What
did I do?” is asked, my mind filled with all the different possibilities. “You
s...said that Buffy was naughty...that she was a b-bad girl for...uh...having
me do stuff—especially without your p-per-permission,” she was
stuttering, whether from embarrassment or from being on the edge of cumming, I
didn’t know. Maybe both. I
was speechless at the vision going on in my head. “You
said she had better pay me back right now for what she owed me, and that you
were gonna take what she owed you at the same time,” she finished in a
whisper so quiet I probably wouldn’t have heard her if my ear
hadn’t been so close to her mouth. I
couldn’t help but blurt out the image in my head, “Buffy on her
knees eating you out while I screwed her doggy-style?” She
nodded her head and then cried out as she came around my fingers. It
could have been a dream right then for me, cause I don’t remember how I
ended up taking her from behind...I just remember that I was pounding away, my
hands locked on her hips and roughly jerking her towards me to meet my thrusts. I
would have almost felt bad except that “God
I love you We
laid there without speaking for a minute or two, just catching our breath. “Are
we bad people for fantasizing about Buffy like that?” She broke the
silence after a moment. “I
hope not!” I said with a laugh. I’d only fantasized about her
pretty much every minute of the day from the first time I saw her until I woke
up to Willow. “I dunno...I mean, she’s probably fantasizing
about you too, Will—does that bother you?” I asked after thinking
about it a little more. “You
really think she thinks about me like that?” she asked. My
sweet “Well,
duh! What do you think she’s thinking about when she’s
staring at you with that look in her eye?” I asked. “I
guess...I never really thought about it. I mean, Buffy? Thinking
sexy thoughts about me?” she asked with clear astonishment in her voice. “Hey,
I think sexy thoughts about you all the time!” I protested. She
spun around to face me with a happy grin on her face.
“Really?” she asked, not with disbelief but rather sounding very
pleased. “You
know I do,” I whispered, awestruck once again by her beauty. “You
make me so happy, Xander!” she gushed. “I always new that
we’d be perfect together.” “You’re
so smart, baby!” I said, only half-teasingly. “You
goof!” she said with a momentary glare. As
quickly as the glare was replaced with a smile, the smile fell into a frown. “What’s
the matter?” I asked, stroking one hand up and down her arm. “I
just...I feel sorry for Buffy,” she said with distress in her voice. “Why?”
I asked, a bit surprised. “Well,
I mean if she doesn’t want Angel any more and she wants me instead...then
I know how she feels and it’s not a happy feeling.” She babbled. “Huh?”
I asked, confused. “Well,
I just...I know what it’s like...to feel like that for someone you
can’t have,” she explained. I
flushed with regret. I knew she’d get annoyed with me if I
apologized again, but I couldn’t help feeling like a total jackass for
ignoring her feelings for so long. It’s
funny though, because I too knew the pain Buffy was feeling. I felt it
when I was so into her and she didn’t feel the same way back. It
was that deep, aching, country-music kind of pain that I went through when she
shot me down after I asked her to the spring-fling. I just didn’t
feel like I could really bring it up right then because the being into Buffy
thing was one of the reasons I ignored “It’s
weird how that works out,” she added when I remained silent. “Whaddya
mean?” I asked. “I
was just thinking...I was hurting 'cause I wanted you,” she said,
inadvertently causing another spike of guilt in my heart. “You were
hurting 'cause you wanted her, but she was mostly ok cause she wanted Angel,
and she kinda had him—even though he was kinda unpredictable and
stuff,” she trailed off. “Let
me just say,” I interjected. “Now that you know there’s
no ulterior motive or jealousy or anything, I still think Deadboy was totally
wrong for her.” “Really?”
“I
always tried to tell you guys, it wasn’t just cause I was jealous,”
I said with just a bit of ‘I told you so’ in my voice. “Well,
you kinda were,” she said hesitantly. That
was true, but not the point. “The
guy’s a vampire,” I said absolutely. “Buffy's the
Vampire Slayer. Ok, I get that he has a soul, so maybe she
shouldn’t automatically make with the dusting, whatever—he’s
still a vamp. Anything relationshippy between those two has
‘Doomed!’ written all over it.” “Still,”
she said, apparently accepting my assertion, though reluctantly, “Now I
have you, and you have me, and she doesn’t have anybody!” “Well,
I might be willing to share...you know, so long as I got to watch,” I
said teasingly. “Xander!”
she protested, blushing. After a moment, though, the look on her face
changed from aggravation to something more thoughtful—and the blushing
intensified. “You’re
just teasing, right?” she asked hesitantly. “I...uh,”
I trailed off. Fantasizing aside, would I really be willing to share “Xander?”
she sounded concerned. “I
never really actually thought about it, I mean other than, you know, fantasy
and stuff,” I answered slowly. “Is that something you think
you’d really be interested in?” “I
dunno,” she answered, gulping loudly. “I...after that dream I
thought about it...if something like that could really work, if it’s
something we’d all three of us actually want.” “And?”
I prompted, unsure at that moment what I wanted to hear myself. “I
love you, Xander. I’m happy now, finally,” she said with a
warm smile. “I wouldn’t ever want to do anything that ruined
that.” I
smiled back, basking in her love. “I wouldn’t want to ever do
anything to ruin that either,” is whispered intently. “I
guess the question is, do you think being with Buffy would ruin that?”
she asked. I
thought about it. “I
want to say that it wouldn’t,” I began. “I mean, the
thought of seeing the two of you together is...wow!” “But?”
she prompted as I trailed off. “I
think it might...ruin it, I mean. It’s just the thought of you
being with someone, and me not being able to be a part of it...even if
it’s Buffy—I hate to say it, but I think I would get
jealous,” I said, dropping my eyes away from her gaze. “I
guess we’ll just have to find a girl we could both share together,”
My
eyes snapped up to meet hers and I shuddered with relief when I saw that she
was just teasing. “ “Ha!
Gotcha!” she giggled. “Evil
girl,” I muttered. I
don’t know if it was my just inner-piggy being overly-optimistic, or
what—but I’d almost swear that I saw a glimmer of something serious
in her eyes, despite the giggles. I
don’t know whether I was more frightened or hopeful of what was to come. ========== BtVS ========== TBC... TheBear! http://papa-bear.com Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in." Buffy: "I kinda love you." --'Choices' Community email addresses: Post message: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Subscribe: buffywantswillow-subscribe@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unsubscribe: buffywantswillow-unsubscribe@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx List owner: buffywantswillow-owner@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Shortcut URL to this page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/buffywantswillow Official archive for the list: http://www.ikoly.com/fanfic Other links to Buffy/Willow fics: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/buffywantswillow/links YAHOO! GROUPS LINKS
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