Fic: RR&R Book IV (6a/?) NC17 see header for pairings

Title: Repercussions, Reactions and Retaliation Book IV

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: None really, this is in the Triadverse AU and follows RR&R Book III (it’s about a month later)

Pairing: Willow/Buffy/Tara Joyce/Giles Dawn/Xander Faith/Non-BtVS Characters

Summary: An enemy begins a campaign to bring down the Scoobies; plus, the Watcher’s Council is coming to town, but I repeat myself.

Warnings: NC17 (People will be having hot, sweaty, sticky, kinky, yummy sex in this story! (This chapter not so much) If that offends you, feel free to PISS OFF)

Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Xstasy Network.

Author’s Note: I bet you thought I’d miss my self-imposed deadline, didn’t you? Well, it was close, but it’s still January here where I am as I send this!

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Chapter 6

“Hey you two, Lunch is ready,” Willow called out as she heard the door to the courtyard open and close. She picked up a tray of fruit in one hand and another of sandwiches with her other hand and then walked in to the dining room.

“Mmm, looks delicious sweetie!” Tara said with a smile as Willow set down her trays. “Thank you for making lunch!”

“Of course!” Willow answered happily. Then she turned her attention to her other lover and her heart immediately went out to her.

‘Aw, she’s been crying!’ Willow thought, immediately walking over and wrapping the Slayer in a tight embrace. A moment later, she felt Tara’s arms surround them both.

“Ok, this is weird,” Buffy's confused voice sounded out.

“Weird?” Tara’s voice echoed the surprise Willow was feeling.

“Well, I’m feeling bad about the whole, you know, the freaking thing...but at the same time, the moment you two hugged me I felt this...I dunno,” she trailed off uncertainly.

“Joy,” Willow said simply, pulling back into a loose embrace so that she could better see her lovers.

“Love,” Tara added, causing Willow to nod in agreement.

“Yeah,” Buffy agreed, a radiant smile. “You guys too, huh.”

“Yup,” Willow said as Tara just nodded.

“Is there something wrong with us?” Buffy asked, thought the glowing smile on her face belied the concern of her question.

“Doesn’t feel wrong to me,” Willow said with a giggle.

“No, *this* doesn’t,” Buffy agreed.

“But the part where you’re the only one feeling the badness does,” Tara said with the sound resignation warring with the joy in her voice.

Buffy's smile dimmed a bit at that.

‘Oh, she’s upset 'cause she’s the only one with the separation anxiety thing,’ Willow realized.

“Ignore me,” Buffy said, giving her head a little shake. “Let not mopey Buffy bring down the happy!” A loud grumble from the Slayer’s stomach punctuated her proclamation.

All of them laughed at that.

“Come on, lets feed that hungry tummy!” Willow said—her happy mood restored. ‘Then we can get back to figuring out what’s making you go through all this pain.’

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Lunch was mostly quiet, thought refreshingly free of any angst.

Willow was leaning back in her chair, watching her lovers finish eating their fruit. ‘Mmm, yummy!’ she thought as she enjoyed the sight of Buffy eating a plum. ‘I’m so glad I was able to find some nice, ripe, juicy ones!’

Willow saw Buffy's eyes slip her way and a slight smirk came over the Slayer’s face. Her next bite was slow and exaggerated, followed by her loudly slurping at the ripe juices that burst forth.

‘Mmm, now my juices are flowing too!’ she thought, not unhappily. ‘No doubt just what my vixeny Mistress intended!’

She smiled, basking in the glow of happiness and arousal. She turned her attention to her other lover and was surprised to find her not also engaged in a bout of sexy Slayer-watching. “You’ve got frowny face,” she observed.

“Hmm?” Tara asked, sounding distracted.

“You were frowning,” Willow repeated, glancing toward Buffy to see her nodding in agreement.

“Is something wrong?” Buffy asked, no longer smiling.

“Well, I was thinking about what we talked about earlier, how you are the only one that’s having the anxiety issues,” Tara answered, looking as though she were still pondering the situation even as she spoke.

“I said I was sorry,” Buffy mumbled, pouting and staring down at her lap.

“No!” Tara crooned sympathetically. “No, sweetie, that’s not what I meant at all.

‘Aww, Buffy,’ Willow thought sadly. ‘I’m sure Tara didn’t mean it like that, but she still looks all upset.’

“No, what occurred to me is that you’re right,” Tara went on explaining.

“Huh?” Buffy grunted; apparently startled out of her self-pity for a moment.

Tara sighed and gave the Slayer a wan smile. “We seem to have developed a bond recently...the thing that’s making us all feel this deep-seated joy in each other’s presence.”

‘It’s amazing!’ Willow thought in agreement while Buffy too nodded her concurrence.

“If the dread that you’ve been feeling was a result of that bond, or the fear of losing it, then we should all be feeling it,” Tara continued.

“But you’re not,” Buffy interjected.

“That’s right,” the blonde witch agreed. “So, I thought it probably means that your feeling isn’t something inherent to the bond, and that means it probably has to be some kind of outside influence.”

“You think someone cast a spell?” Willow asked, following Tara’s line of thought.

“Maybe,” Tara nodded.

Now it was Willow's turn to frown. “Why just on Buffy though,” she wondered aloud. “Wouldn’t something like that affect all of us?”

“That’s what I thought,” Tara agreed again.

‘So, what’s different about you and me from Buffy?’ Willow's mind raced. “The cleansing ritual!” she blurted out a moment later. “Argh! I’m such a retard! Why didn’t I think of that right away?” she lamented.

“Oh!” Tara gasped. “You could be right, I hadn’t thought that far yet,” she added excitedly.

“Uh,” Buffy interjected, raising her hand slightly. “For those of us even slower than the retarded ones?”

“Usually, before any kind of major casting, we do a ritual cleansing,” Tara explained. “If this is something like a spell or a curse or something, something that *should* have affected us all,”

“It might be that the cleansing ritual stopped it, or kept it from affecting us in the first place!” Willow elatedly finished the thought.

“So...you think we could do this clean-up mojo on me and I’d stop with the panic attacks?” Buffy asked, a mixture of doubt and hopefulness in her tone.

“It certainly couldn’t hurt,” Tara said with a broad smile.

“Is it, like hard to do?” Buffy asked. “I don’t have to be a witch or anything, do I? Cause, you know, I’m not very good with the mojo-making...I’m more with the kicking and punching, than the chanting and conjuring,” she babble nervously.

“No, not at all!” Willow gushed. “We could go do it right now!”

Buffy looked back and forth between the two witches for a moment, and then shrugged her shoulders. “Ok, I’m in,” she said with a casualness that belied her apparent nervousness.

“It’s ok,” Tara said reassuringly. “All you have to do is stand there and let us perform the ritual.”

“Just stand there,” Buffy mused as they all got up from the table. “I think I can handle that.”

“Oh, well,” Willow trailed off; a lascivious look appearing on her face as she pictured the upcoming ritual. “You do have to be naked.”

Tara giggled as Buffy answered, “Naked with my witchy lovers...so not a problem, Will!”

They quickened their pace towards the ‘Wicca World’ room.

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Buffy shivered slightly as she stood before her lovers, naked as the day she was born. ‘Normally I don’t mind being the center of attention,’ she thought with some trepidation.

“Cold?” Tara’s voice was soft in her ears.

“Total opposite,” Buffy answered softly, feeling the heat of the witches’ gazes upon her bare flesh.

“Nervous?” Willow looked up from the bowl in which she was grinding some dried leaves and seeds into some oil to form a thin paste.

“A little,” she told a half truth, the butterflies in her stomach having been overtaken by much larger flying creatures.

“There’s nothing to worry about, I promise,” Willow said with a reassuring smile.

“I trust you,” Buffy answered with certainty. ‘Still a little nervous about being the center of the mojo-attention

Willow’s responding smile was almost enough to erase Buffy’s nervousness.

“Ready, love,” Willow whispered to Tara.

“Flamare,” Tara spoke in a low voice and Buffy started a bit as all the candles in the room ignited.

Willow silently held out the bowl as she stood just to Buffy’s right side. ‘A more beautiful side table I’ve never seen,’ Buffy’s mind brought forth the silly sentiment as she took in her pet’s pale, luminous body.

Tara stepped in front of her, stopping just short of their breasts touching—much to Buffy’s disappointment.

“Are you ready?” the blonde witch asked quietly.”

‘As I’ll ever be, I guess,’ Buffy thought, with as slow nod of her head.

“Just stand still, and don’t speak,” Tara said with a touch of Mistress tone in her voice.

Buffy gave another short nod and tried to remain still.

Tara reached into Willow’s bowl and then reached behind Buffy and rubbed a gentle circle at the base of her spine. “Laxare...Purusum...Repurgare...Exonero,” she intoned softly.

‘Ooh, warm!’ Buffy thought as heat spread from the area Tara touched. The heat traveled across her lower back and down her legs, and she shut her eyes at the pleasant sensation.

Next she felt Tara’s touch on her belly, a couple inches below her navel.

“Laxare...Purusum...Repurgare...Exonero.”

Warmth spread through her bowels and her sex.

The touch moved several inches up above her navel.

“Laxare...Purusum...Repurgare...Exonero.”

The nervous flitters in her stomach were washed away by warmth.

Tara’s touch landed between her breasts.

“Laxare...Purusum...Repurgare...Exonero.”

Warmth burst through her chest and down her arms.

‘Oh God!’ panic set in as a surge of cold seemed to come from nowhere, rising up in her chest as though fleeing the heat of Tara’s touch.

She tried to speak when her lover’s fingers began to rub at the base of her throat, just above and between her collarbones.

“Laxare...Purusum...Repurgare.”

Buffy didn’t hear the forth word of the chant as she was suddenly bent in half and retching worse than the time where she’d somehow gotten into a tequila drinking contest with a couple of Riley’s initiative buddies. ‘I think I’m turning inside out!’ the thought struck her as she heaved and heaved. Finally something came out, like icy cold air and through her squinted eyes Buffy saw a cloud of inky-black smoke pour out of her mouth.

“Restinguere!” Tara exclaimed, reaching out with her non-oily hand toward the malevolent-looking cloud.

It dissipated as though struck by a gale-force wind.

“Ahhh!” Buffy sighed/moaned and then straightened back upright. ‘God! I feel like I could just float away!’ she thought; the relief flooding her mind and body was so intense.

Almost as though the entire incident hadn’t even happened, Tara dipped her fingers into Willow’s bowl and anointed Buffy’s forehead just above and between her brows.

“Laxare...Purusum...Repurgare...Exonero.”

‘Oooh,’ it was all Buffy could do to remain silent as her face flooded with warmth.

One more time Tara’s fingers dipped into the oil and then landed on the top of Buffy’s head, moving through her hair to rub on her scalp.

“Laxare...Purusum...Repurgare...Exonero.”

“Mmm,” Buffy hummed softly as her head filled with the pleasurable warmth that already filled the rest of her body. ‘Feels like right after I just had a giant orgasm!’ she thought joyfully.

It didn’t even startle her when she found herself collapsing bonelessly into Tara’s ready embrace.

Willow’s giggle brought a smile to Buffy’s face. “How are you feeling,” the redhead asked sounding giddy.

“Like you just set off the ‘Buffy rocket to paradise’!” she mumbled through her lassitude.

Her feeling of contentment only increased as she felt Willow join the embrace from behind. “So, you think it worked?” she asked.

“Well, something nasty came out of you,” Tara commented.

“Oh yeah,” Buffy agreed, surprisingly feeling no stress over the issue. “You think that was the thing that was making me freak out?”

“Well, we can try and see how you feel later, right now I’m pretty comfortable right here,” Tara said with a definite note of satisfaction.

“Oh yeah,” Willow agreed.

They stood silently for a moment before Buffy said, “I can totally see why you guys do this ritual thingy.”

“Yep, the cleansing ritual is definitely one of the nicest parts of our magic-sessions!” Willow gushed.

“I bet,” Buffy said feeling absolutely peaceful and content.

A thought struck her after a moment. “Hey, wait a minute!” she demanded. “You guys do this with my *sister*?”

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