A Firm Foundation- Sequel to Filling In the Gaps

A Firm Foundation

Part 1

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The sun stretched across the lawn in broken streams through the trees, warming our content bodies as we lay together on the wooden lawn chair. There was a light breeze in the air that carried with it the scent of fresh cut grass and memories of simpler times, childhood, and tree houses.

"This is nice." She observed; a lazy smile caught on her lips.

"Mmmm..." I agreed, pushing my body against hers tighter.

She tightened her hold on me, flexing her fingers into my welcoming back as I tossed my leg over hers.

"Hold me forever." I told her suddenly, not really sure where that had come from, but I knew it was what I wanted.

"Forever." She nodded, touching her lips to my forehead. "I'll love you forever, and I'll never let you go." She finished, placing feather-light kisses across my brow, my nose, cheeks and chin before finally resting her lips fully on mine.

We kissed, slowly, playing with the soft flesh of lips and tongues, breaking away only to return again and again, teasing and tempting.

Again, we settled comfortably into the forms of each other's bodies, my head on her shoulder and her cheek on my head. Arms wrapped lovingly, securely around the other, knowing nothing would break us apart in our happiness, our love that took six years too long to discover, accept, and push forward.

I felt her hand dance along my side, slightly under the hem of my shirt.

"Buffy..." I giggled, her tickling fingers finding my sensitive areas.

"What?" She asked innocently.

I shifted against her, pulling myself up again to look into her eyes once more. She smiled, a light laugh playing at the back of her throat as she trailed her fingers in lazy figure eights around my stomach, her warm hand spreading heat through me.

"Excuse me, and what do you think you're doing?" I asked her, amused.

"Just... exploring." She responded grinning.

"Exploring, huh?" I dipped my head down, catching her lips lightly, holding them for the briefest of moments before pulling back again.

"Exploring." She repeated, nodding.

I felt her fingers slide gently over my ribs where she stroked in slow even movements, tracing the curve of my breast. Closing my eyes, I arched back slightly, feeling the familiar stirrings of desire begin its pulse.

"We should have a cookout." I heard her say.

My eyes flew open and I looked down at her incredulously.

"Huh?"

She grinned, continuing with her light strokes that seemed to rise up, covering more soft flesh before again dipping down. Teasing, always teasing and tempting me with her fingers, lips, her entire body, and I could never get enough.

"A cookout."

"A-and why are you..." I paused as her fingers left my breast and traveled down across my stomach, circling and scratching with her fingernail. "Uh... thinking... thinking about a cookout?"

"'Cause... we could have everyone over..." She leaned up and pressed her lips against my neck, leaving a tiny trail of kisses before reaching my ear. "And we could... tell them."

I looked down at her in surprise. I was all for telling everyone, but Buffy had wanted to keep it quiet, let us settle into each other before announcing to all our friends that, not only was Buffy into girls too, but that we were together, and so soon after Tara. I knew there would be a lot of questions and a lot of unwanted attention paid to our personal lives. I could just see everyone assuming that I was just on the rebound and Buffy was still reeling from being brought back. I know it sounds stupid, but I could just here Xander assuming that the spell went wrong because Buffy was gay, and that somehow I made her that way. I love Xander to death, but sometimes...

"Really?" I asked her, searching her face and eyes.

She nodded before sliding her hand out from under my shirt, only to scratch her fingernails along my thigh and down toward the hem of my long skirt. I shivered at the rough touch.

"A-are you sure?" I asked again, bringing my hand flat against her stomach, spreading my fingers out over the light cotton top.

I loved the idea of everyone knowing about us, but I didn't want Buffy to regret anything. I wanted her happy and sane, not miserably stalking through graveyards to beat on vampires tirelessly until they asked her to stake them. That was not a happy Slayer and I liked my Slayer happy.

I allowed a broad smile to cross my face as I lay my weight upon her again, feeling the warmth and love pour off her. I hugged her tight, bringing my leg up further to rest my knee on her hip.

"I love you so much." I told her, nuzzling her neck.

"I know... I love you too."

We lay for a few moments in the quiet spring day, the chirping of the birds and rustle of leaves on limbs the only sounds.

"So... when did you want to have this little shindig?" I asked softly while I began my own exploration, trailing my fingertips ever so gently along her jaw line.

"Mmm..." She moaned, moving her head to the side, allowing me more room to play. "When do you think?"

I let my fingers dance down her neck, enjoying the reaction I was getting by teasing the soft flesh that I knew always got her excited.

I thought about her question briefly.

"We could do it next weekend. Saturday maybe."

"That sounds good." She agreed, again moving her hand along my leg. I could feel her slowly tugging up the hem of my skirt, her fingertips trailing softly along my calf.

"Hamburgers and hotdogs? Or... maybe chicken?

Everyone likes chicken." I questioned, slowly starting my hand's descent across her chest.

"We could do both... with potato salad and..."

"Fruit salad." I offered, tracing the swell of her breast before moving down to her stomach.

I felt her hand at my knee, her fingers creating soft circles as she moved just beyond it.

"You do wonderful things with fruit Will..." She whispered before she captured my lips and tempted me with a long, deep kiss.

I smiled against her lips, our warm breath pushing back and forth. "So you like my fruit salad?" I asked teasing her.

She kissed me again, pushing her tongue past my parted lips. I met it with fervor, sucking it in, tasting and tangling until we broke off giggling.

"I love your fruit salad... but... maybe we could get extra strawberries and..."

"Cherries?" I asked before kissing along her cheek. "Oh yeah..." She nodded before letting out a soft moan as I flicked my tongue against her earlobe.

"And cream?" I questioned.

"Uh huh..." She tilted her head to the side and allowed for me to continue teasing her with my lips and tongue.

Talking soon became a distant memory as our hands and mouths began serious exploration of each other's bodies. I kissed and licked my way down her neck while allowing her hand to travel up my thigh, her fingers dancing in random patterns that made me heat up, while turning my skin into chill bumps at the same time. I slid my hand under her shirt, not wasting any time to reach her breast where I cupped gently before skating my thumb across the satin clad form. She arched into the touch as it elicited a soft moan.

I brought my body up, letting her guide me into a more comfortable position as I straddled her waist, my skirt pulled high on my thighs, yet still flowing out behind me, covering her legs. In an instant both her hands were on my thighs, kneading the flesh, and pushing the pulse within me out into the open.

I looked down into her eyes, seeing the lust and devotion coupled there, calling me further into her as if I would be anywhere else. Both my hands on her breasts, soft yet firm flesh yielding to my touch, I watched her lips part and her eyes fight against her need to see me.

I bent over, keeping eye contact, and licked her bottom lip gently; slowly tasting her, before slipping inside where I've spent many hours deeply nestled, gently roaming and memorizing. She caught my lips, met my tongue and back and forth we fought for dominance, knowing neither of us wanted to win.

She moved one hand out from under my skirt only to return it under my shirt where she roughly drug her fingers across my heated skin, up towards my breasts and in a sudden rush of pleasure I arched back, away from her lips as her fingers caught my nipple, tightened and tugged. Being the thoughtful soul that I am, I returned the favor until we were both pinching and rolling erect flesh between our fingertips and soft moans filled in the empty spaces around our heads, drowning out the birds and the sway of branches.

"Buffy..."

She opened her eyes, having previously lost her battle against her reflexes and looked up at me, smiling.

"Willow..."

"M-maybe... maybe we should take this... upstairs." I suggested, aware that her other hand had found its way to my inner thigh where it stroked softly too close to tender throbbing flesh.

"You think so?" She asked, her fingers nearing the edge of my panties.

"Y-yes..." I nodded, closing my eyes and tilting back my head.

Her fingers were driving me insane. One hand alternated between breasts, pushing and pulling, squeezing, pinching and rolling my nipples until they ached, ached for more, ached for more of her everywhere. Her other hand tugged at the wet material between my legs, causing me to quiver above her as she let her fingers brush daringly against my curls.

"I... I don't think I want... to..." She moaned out as I pulled ruthlessly on her breasts.

I wanted to move this upstairs, to the comfort and safety of our bed where no one would see or hear us, where we had no threat of being caught. I wanted our bodies naked and sweaty together, entangled and captured, moving in tandem.

As soon as I thought it however, a new feeling arose in me. A daring feeling, a shrug to whoever should hear us, and maybe it would be fun, to just let go, let it out in the open. I feared we'd be caught, but that fear only fueled the fire burning between my legs and in all honesty, I had to admit that, at this rate, I wasn't even sure we'd make it to the stairs.

"Y-you want to... do it... here...?" I asked, moving my hips slightly against her waist as her fingers moved further past my panty line.

"Yes..." She said, sitting up to kiss me softly. "I want to watch you... with the sun at your back, here in my backyard..."

"Y-you do?" I asked, removing my hands from her breasts to wrap around her body, holding her to me.

"Yes... oh baby..." She moaned into my neck, removing her own hand from my breasts to cup my cheek.

She kissed my neck; soft wet kisses sending tiny bolts of electricity that bypassed my brain, unable to register, spreading across my body. Dragging her tongue along slowly before scraping her teeth over my skin, she bit down before I felt her fingers find wetness and my insides melted, wanting nothing more than her touch, her body holding me tight.

"Oh... Goddess... Buffy..." I moaned, moving into her touch as she held my body to hers, her hand the only thing between us.

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I licked along her neck, tasting her, something like sunshine, flowers, and candy, something Willow. I held her to me, wrapping behind her ear, my fingers entangling into her red hair that

shone even brighter in the afternoon sun, like wildfire. Centering in on her pulse point, I licked, teasing the flesh there with my tongue before dragging my teeth over her wet skin, preparing her for what I was about to do. She was mine now and I would mark her as such, I always did.

Bare, wet skin met my fingers as I sneaked them under her panties. Spread and straddling me, I could easily feel her sex. She was so wet, and as always I wanted nothing more than to bury myself within her, live there, an eternal source for her pleasure.

Biting down on the soft flesh between my lips, I ran my fingers up along her wet sex, my fingers circling her hard button before plunging deep within her.

"Oh... Goddess... Buffy..." She moaned against my ear as I eased off her neck, gently licking the bruised flesh.

I curled my hand up and into her body, massaging the walls of her sex as she rocked forward on her knees, rocked against me, rocked against my touch. Her hair hung forward as she leaned further into me, supporting herself by her hands that rested on either side of us.

"I love you so much." I told her easing in and out of her body.

"Oh Buffy... I love you... love you too!" She spoke fast pants as she rocked faster in time to the rhythm of my stroking hand, hips pulling back almost entirely before crashing down again.

"You feel... so good..." I groaned arching up against her body as I held her around the waist and kissed down the length of her moist neck.

"N-no... Oh God! I... I think you... win-ohh!" She shouted the last word, turning it into a long, drawn out cry as the waves of her orgasm smashed through her body.

Willow shook and shuddered against me, her legs tight around mine as her hips slowed their movement. I stroked her sex slowly, letting her come down from her high, but allowing her the opportunity to continue in her journey if another was her desire.

I pushed bright locks of red out of her face, tucking the strands behind her ear so that I could look up and marvel at my Willow. She's my everything and I'd be nothing without her.

"You're so beautiful." I told her, because it's true.

She was glowing and her face was damp from her exertion. She had this cute smile on her face and a twinkle in those deep green eyes I find myself lost in whenever I look at them.

"So are you." She assured me and I smiled up at her before leaning in for another kiss that set my heart ablaze and my body into overdrive.

"Mmm... Goddess what you do to me." She left tiny kisses along my lips, my nose and forehead.

"And what's that?" I asked, holding her to me tightly.

She giggled and wiggled against me.

"Mmm... why not let me show you?"

"Oh yeah?" "Uh huh." She nodded and stole another kiss, demanding entrance into my mouth with a probing tongue.

We kissed, deeply for a few moments, tongues sliding over and around the other, tasting and memorizing.

"Only..." She started, breaking off the kiss, "Let's go in

now."

"Oh... what you're not enjoying the afternoon?" I asked, teasing her with an arched eyebrow.

"No complaints so far, but..." She licked the length of my ear. "I want you naked, Slayer."

I love when she does that. She uses this demanding tone, this take charge give me what I want tone that makes my blood boil and my skin tingle in anticipation.

"You do, huh?" "Oh yeah..." She whispered against my ear, the warmth from her breath sending shivers through my body landing directly in my lap.

She disentangled herself from me and before I could react, she was halfway to the back porch and there I was still, trying to get my brain to function as it continued to process the deep aching between my legs.

"Hey!" I leapt off the lawn chair and sprinted into the house behind her.

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I ran up the stairs, shedding off my top and bra on the way. Behind me I could hear Buffy laughing as she took the stairs, hopefully shedding her own clothes at the same time. Thankfully we still had a couple hours to make love and clean up before picking Dawn up from school as we had promised to take her to the mall.

I let my skirt fall to the floor just outside her bedroom, and stepping out of my sandals, was left in only damp cotton panties.

Buffy appeared in the doorway a moment later; bare from the waist up. She kicked off her shoes and went to unbuckle her belt, a giddy smile plastered across her features.

I stopped her rushed movements with my hands, softly pushing them away as I met her gaze. Smiling, I slowly slid the leather through the silver buckle, separating the two before moving to the button on her fly.

"I love you." She whispered, her breath finding my cheek just before she let her lips linger there.

I kissed her neck and whispered back, "I know baby, I love you too."

I noted the shiver that went through Buffy's body as I let my finger slide along the jean material against her as I slowly slid the zipper down. Kissing along her jaw line, I let the pants fall and she stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. I cupped her sex, soft lace between my hand and her heated center.

Her lips were on my shoulder, soft kisses followed by rougher bites. The feeling was overwhelming and I felt the flood of arousal once more.

I wet my lips and drug them slowly down her chest, licking lightly at the erect flesh presented before me. Swirling my tongue around before dragging my teeth over her nipples, I sucked one dusky peak into my mouth.

"Ohh!" I heard her moan, arching into my touch.

She laced her hand into my hair, holding the back of my head to ensure my continued ministrations. The taste of her flesh, an intoxicating blend of jasmine, aloe, and something else. Something like clean sweat or adrenaline. Barely parting my lips, or my teeth, I freed her breast.

"Oh... God!" She moaned again as I caught her nipple between my teeth before letting it go completely.

Dropping to my knees, I kissed along her tight stomach, dipped my tongue to tickle her belly button, and slid my hands up her solid thighs to her waist. I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly, almost torturously, pulled them down, revealing the trimmed mound of curls before letting them slip completely to the floor.

Her hand on my head again, I leaned forward and pressed my face against the soft thatch of light brown hair, inhaling her deep rich musk.

"Ohhh yes..."

I grinned against her, knowing how much she enjoyed this. That wasn't surprising though, as she thoroughly enjoyed everything we did together. At least once a day we found ourselves clinging to each other in the throes of passion, whether at home or not, and that was something that had shocked the hell out of me. I never knew Buffy was so passionate at least she never talked much about it. Me, though, between Oz and Tara, I've done it all over Sunnydale. From what I could gather, Buffy and Riley mainly stuck to his bed, aside from the few times they had done it in hers.

All that was quickly changing now, however. In the past few weeks we had managed to not only do it all over the house, but also in the training room at the Magic Box, in the alley behind the Magic Box, in the back row at the movie theatre, outside and inside of Tara's friends' apartment building, over poor Mr. Hammel's tombstone, and now we could add the back yard to the mix. It's too bad we blew up SHS; it would've been neat to do in the stacks of the library!

I moved away under her protests, only to return, trailing soft kisses reverently along the toned and tanned muscles of her thighs, sweeping my tongue gently in and out of my mouth against the soft, yet firm flesh, moving closer to her dripping center, before backing away again. I was driving her crazy and I loved every second of it.

"Willow..." Buffy moaned my name, her legs beginning to shake gently as I neared her burning center once more, before taking my mouth away.

I smiled against her thigh, bringing my face back closer, hovering there against the soft curls before finally darting my tongue out to touch the slick part in her lips.

Above me, a deep throaty groan emerged from Buffy as her hips jerked in response, in appreciation, silently begging for more.

Abruptly I stood up, catching one stiff nipple between my fingers, surprising my Slayer out of her close-eyed anticipation.

"Come here." I stated firmly, tugging on her nipple for emphasis.

She followed me to the bed obediently and waited for further instructions. I laid down on the bed face up, my body fully extended in font of her.

"Take them off." I told her, pointing to the white panties I still wore.

She slid them down my legs slowly, making sure to let her fingers roam teasingly over my skin, which sent tiny shivers of delight throughout my body. We caught each other's eyes, smiling, adoring each other in the dim light of the unlit room. The only illumination was the pale yellow glow from the diffused sunlight that filtered through the drawn shades.

"Come here you." I told her crooking my finger in a come hither gesture. "I want to taste you."

A wide grin graced her lips as she crawled up the length of my body, dropping light kisses along my thighs, my stomach, breasts, chest, and cheeks. She wiggled around above me, getting situated with my steady guidance.

Looking up I could see her wet sex open and inviting, waiting for my touch. Every tiny curl seemed to gleam with her juices, her labia slick, almost dripping.

It was moments like these, when the anticipation was high for both of us, one waiting for the sweet sensation of pleasure, the other on the verge of ritual devotion, that odd thoughts would enter my busy brain and I'd have to smile at the absurdity. There I was, with the woman I love, her soaking pussy hovering a mere few inches from my mouth, her hands already gripping the headboard, I had no doubt, and I was thinking of freshman health.

I remember Mrs. Ferrera describing the female sex organ. 'This is the Labia Majora, this is the Labia Minor. This is the vulva, the clitoris, the...' And so on. I pictured myself in my little mousy dress, with my very long hair, taking notes in my blue notebook, drawing color coordinated diagrams. I wonder if playing health teacher with Buffy as the example was something we could enjoy in the future. I had to smile at myself, the things I came up with.

Reaching around with both hands, I pulled her body closer, easing her down onto my face, breathing that pungent musky elixir, that intoxicating, solely Slayer scent. I'm always hungry for her, opening and spreading those swollen lips with my mouth, my tongue and teeth, driving in further.

Loud 'Yesses' and 'Gods' reached my ears, muffled faintly by the strong thighs encasing me as I delved further with my tongue, lapping and swirling against Buffy's own movements. Tasting and smelling her, all of her as she moved against my face, moaning my name, approving every long stroke, every nudge, and nibble.

"Oh... right there!" She yelled, throwing her hips against my face quickly in anticipation of her orgasm.

Cruelly, I eased off almost

immediately, which was followed by loud grunts in frustration. I only grinned against her and flicked my tongue against the hard nub between my lips, hardly touching it.

"Please Will..." She begged softly, wiggling around on my face.

I chuckled lightly and without warning plunged two fingers into her; sliding in as far as they'd go. At the same time I sucked her engorged clit back into my mouth, only able to keep her steady with one arm as she thrashed against me.

"Oh holy... shit!" She screamed as the orgasm crashed through her body, sending her hips into erratic jerks and pulls.

I couldn't stop though, I never can, and I knew she didn't want me to, not then, not ever. Long, hard strokes in and out of her while her muscles clang to my fingers, spasmed around them and I licked and sucked on her hard nub, pulling it between my lips, running my teeth over it, licking again and again.

"Geezus Willow!" She shouted, still bucking against my face. "Don't... you... fucking... stop!"

The bed shook beneath us, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my bucking Slayer, while I heard the squeak of the bending metal headboard. We'd already had to knock the rounded frame back into place a few times before.

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Practically ripping my body in half with pleasure, the bolts of my orgasm shot through me, sending a multi-colored pattern sweeping across my closed vision. My body shook, my breasts swaying and jumping with my movement.

Before I could get a handle on my breathing, my pounding heartbeat, or the slices of pleasure still traveling up and down my body, Willow continued in her assault on my sex.

"Geezus Willow!" I shouted out, gripping the weak gold metal of my headboard, unsure if in my current state, I could keep my strength in check. "Don't... you... fucking... stop!" I panted, desperately close to another searing orgasm.

Her fingers hammered in and out of me as I squeezed tightly, holding onto them. My clit was aflame in sweet delight as she licked and sucked it relentlessly.

"Will! Willow!" I moaned her name over and over.

That's when I knew I'd lost my grip. The metal began to bend underneath my weight and the hold I had on it, twisting the metal down, out of shape.

I felt her teeth brush over me once more before she sucked me into her mouth, sucked hard. That was all I needed. My entire body tensed as my orgasm swelled up, until I was crashing against her face, barely able to comprehend what was happening.

"Oh sweet mother of... fuck!"

I stretched my legs wider beside her, humping her face fiercely as the lightning strike of energy pounded through my body.

"Willow!" I called out one last time before collapsing against the frame, my hot, sweaty face against the cool white of the wall.

I was hardly aware of her leaving my body; of her body wriggling out from under me until I felt her small arms reach around me, easing me down onto the bed with her. My breathing was ragged and a fine sweat shone on my skin.

Looking at her glistening face, I couldn't help but smile. That was me on her, and she was licking her lips in satisfaction, returning my smile. I laughed, wiping my juices off her chin before cupping her cheek and capturing her lips.

"You okay?" She asked after the short kiss ended.

"Oh yeah." I nodded, kissing her cheek.

"Did you like that then?" She asked teasing.

I chuckled softly against her neck.

"What do you think?" I asked. "You always make me feel good." I answered anyway.

"Good. That's all I ever want."

I laid on my back, my arms up behind my head, smiling as the afterglow of two intense orgasms continued to wash through me.

"That's all you want?" I asked her.

"Well... that." She started.

She hooked her leg over mine and rested her head on my chest. I brought my arm around her shoulder, holding her tight, as she traced tiny circles on my stomach.

"And to be with you forever, to love you, and be loved by you forever."

"Hmm... well I think we can arrange that."

"Mmm, good." She nuzzled my neck, kissing it gently.

A few quiet moments passed before either of us said anything.

"I've been thinking." Willow said softly, continuing to create lazy circles across my stomach.

"'Bout what?"

"I think... maybe... we should consider, using my bed."

It was a good idea. We'd about destroyed the frame on mine, plus it wasn't as big as hers.

"You think so?" I asked her, trailing my fingers through her damp hair at her temples.

"Oh... well, I mean I understand if you didn't want to... it's just... with your bed... and..."

"Sounds good to me Will." I told her.

"Really? I-I mean... are you sure?"

"Yup."

I rolled us over so that we were side by side. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, still tasting me.

"Actually... I kind of had an idea of my own." "Oh! W-well... of course... whatever you think is best... I-I mean... it is your house and all."

I frowned at her, catching her eyes and holding them until she looked down.

"This is our house Willow. Stress on the 'our,' remember?"

She sighed and nodded hesitantly.

"Baby, we've talked about this." I reminded her. "You've lived her this whole year, and now you live here with me. I have no intentions of getting rid of you and you better not leave, ever."

A broad smile spread across her lips.

"I'd never leave you... u-unless you want me to."

"And I never will... so that's a moot point."

She wrapped her arms around me and clung to me tightly, kissing my shoulder and neck before pulling away.

"So what was your idea, girlfriend of me?"

"Well... sexy girlfriend of me..." I watched her smile turn into a grin before I continued, not letting her protest. "I was thinking that... we could... move into one room."

"One room?"

"Sure. Why live in two separate rooms? We never sleep apart anymore."

"Hmm... that's true, but are you sure... you'd want to share a room with me?"

"Sweetie, we shared a dorm room... I know what I'm getting into!" I grinned, trying to conceal my laughter at her scowl.

"I was a good roommate!"

"Yes, yes you were... and now there's a benefit plan!"

She slapped me on the arm, her mouth hanging open in shock.

"Buffy!"

I could only laugh.

"So I'm just like a... a best friend with benefits huh?" "But they're great benefits." I whispered, trying to pull her closer.

She resisted my advancement.

"Buffy..." She whined.

"Oh baby, you know I'm just joking."

"Are you sure?" She asked, her lips sporting the cutest pout.

"I love you so much. I need you like I need air to breath." I told her, and it was true. I couldn't live without her. I couldn't be the Slayer, and I couldn't be Buffy, not without my Willow there beside me.

Her face brightened and her pout melted into a sweet smile.

"Oh Buffy... you're so sweet." She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Is it still being sweet if I'm telling the truth?" I asked softly, whispering in her ear.

She looked up at me, studying my face, my eyes, searching for the truth? Answers? I wasn't sure. She studied me for a few brief moments before brightening into a wide smile again.

"That's even sweeter." She said at last. "And I know what you mean." She finished, capturing my mouth again, filling me with soft kisses and whispered love.

I moved my hand up her thigh, across her belly, resting it on her breast.

Breaking off the kiss, she grinned. "Buffy... what are you doing?"

"Think you could be up for some more?" I asked, arching my eyebrow.

"More?" "Oh come on sweetie," I started, sliding my thumb over the dusky peak atop her breast, bringing it back to full attention as she arched into my touch, her eyes closed. "I wasn't exactly fair to you outside... and... I know how worked up you can get after doing... that thing you do..."

"That thing I do?" She asked, her eyes still closed as I continued to slide my thumb up and over her nipple.

"That awesome thing you just did to me with your tongue, Willow"

"Ohh, that thing." She smiled.

"Mmm Hmm... that thing." I agreed, dipping my head down to lick her earlobe gently.

I lifted it gently with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips as I did so and I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulder.

"Well..." She started, moving closer to me. "I could be up for more... if you are."

"Oh... I'm so ready." I assured her before rolling us over so that I was on top.

"Okay Slayer... show me what you got." She giggled, wrapping her legs around my waist.

Never one to refuse a challenge, I went straight to work.

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Part 2

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The phone woke me up with its insistent ringing noise. It took me a few rings before I realized that my head was under the blanket, but that it was not at the head of the bed. After a bit of struggle, cursing, and waking my snoring Slayer, I managed to get to the phone.

“Oh! Darn it!” I whined, hearing only dead air at the other end of the line. “Wha-?” Buffy’s tousled hair appeared first, and then her sleep filled eyes peeked out from under the cover.

I couldn’t help but giggle. Post coital, sleepy Slayer was the cutest thing!

“Aargh!” She groaned and flipped over, burying her head into the soft cotton of her pillow.

“Baby, you’re so cute…” I knelt on the bed, running my hand along the exposed flesh of her leg as it hung over the side of the side.

She didn’t respond.

“I think we should get up.” I told her, knowing we’d only had a short nap, but that Dawn would be expecting us. “Don’ wanna…” She whined, covering her head back up. “Fine.” I swatted her butt. “Just lay there like a lazy butt. I’m going to shower.” “Will…” She rolled over, looking at me through half lidded eyes. “Yeah?” “I love you.”

I couldn’t help but let a huge smile spread across my face. She was so beautiful, even being a grumpy, sleepy Slayer who needed a shower and a good hair combing.

“Love you too.” I nodded, and went off for my shower.

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When I returned to the bedroom, toweling my wet hair, Buffy was sitting on the bed, holding the sides of the mattress and tapping her toes on the floor.

“You okay?” I asked, throwing the towel on the bed and picking up her brush from the dresser. “Yep.” She jumped up, dropping the sheet she’d had wrapped around her body. “Just waiting to take a shower. You were right, we should be up doing stuff.” “Um… oh. Okay.”

Buffy walked toward the door, naked and unashamed of her figure. She paused to kiss me on the cheek before continuing on her way.

“Hey Buff?” “Yeah?” She turned, questioning. “Y-you didn’t have to wait, ya know… you coulda… just joined me.” “I thought I’d give you some space.” “Space?” I asked, noticing my voice taking on that squeaky, high-pitched tone it does when I get nervous or scared.

Her features softened and she came back over to me, wrapping her bare arms around me.

“Nothing to worry about, Will. I promise. I just thought you’d like to take a shower by yourself, is all.” “Oh.” I smiled, returning her kiss on the cheek. “Well, you still could’ve joined me…”

I winked before pushing her toward the doorway, playfully.

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Sometimes I find myself simply struck dumb at the reality of our lives. Fate brought me to become the slayer. Fate brought me to Sunnydale in order to guard the hellmouth. Did fate also cause me to meet Cordelia? If it hadn’t been for Grand High Bitch, Queen C., would I have lain eyes on the adorable, if awkward, red haired beauty who’s been my best friend all these years? Who, after enduring so many horrors because she was a friend with the “chosen one,” still stuck by me, no matter what? If I hadn’t met Willow, where would I be now? Dead certainly. In heaven, of course, perhaps reaping the sparkly, yummy benefits of a slayer’s afterlife?

My thinking though, not so much. I would have probably died long before throwing myself off of that damned tower for Dawn. Hell, I probably wouldn’t even have Dawn. She’d probably be my successor’s little sis. Or their successor’s. Slayers don’t last too long, unless they have bad-ass witches raising them from the dead. Yeah, I’d be dead, and Sunnydale would either have a new protector, or would be overrun by demons. Without Willow, I wouldn’t be here.

Without Willow, I’m nothing.

“Doesn’t take a rocket scientist, Summers.” I sighed and rolled my eyes at my inner rambling.

I finished rinsing the soap from my body and turned off the water. I heard the phone ringing as I stepped out of the tub and hoped we weren’t late for picking Dawn up. I’d almost completely forgotten about taking her to the mall. Willow has this way of making my mind turn to mush and my limbs to complete jelly. Thinking about our midday love fest was giving me all sorts of new tinglies and I knew that slaying would only make it worse. Or better? Willow didn’t seem to mind. She was always so eager…

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I hung up the phone and turned to see Buffy standing in the doorway. She had her arms crossed over her chest and one eyebrow raised.

“So, what’s going on?” She asked, not moving from her set position.

I shrugged. I really wasn’t sure.

“Tara said she needed to talk to us… a-and something about a disc.” “A disc?” “Yeah. A movie or something.”

I walked toward her, momentarily forgetting about Tara’s rather rushed and confusing phone call, focusing my attention on the toned muscles of my girlfriend’s bare arms instead. Fresh out of the shower, her hair still damp, she smelled good enough to eat.

“Yeah… And?” She prodded, not catching my leer, or that I had other plans in mind than to talk about Tara.

I ran my hand up her arm, feeling the silky smooth tanned skin that stretched over hard muscles, and whimpered. I knew what those muscles were capable of. How she could kill demons and vampires and just about any evil force in the world, yet still come back to hold me tenderly at night.

“Will...”

I smiled at her, licking my lips.

“Again?” She asked, feigning exasperation while putting her hand on her hips.

I pouted. I knew she was only playing, though. Buffy was a force to be reckoned with when it came to sex and thankfully I was the woman she chose to focus on. I knew we were being a little sex-obsessed. I didn’t care though. I had spent six long years waiting for Buffy to take interest in me, to tell me she loved me more than just as a friend, and to make love to me. Now that it had all happened, those lust filled years spent pining away for our Slayer were waiting to collect payment, in full.

“Oh… that lip.” She said playfully, dragging her thumb across my bottom lip.

I closed my eyes to her touch, relishing.

“So, when’s Tara coming over, then?” Buffy asked, hooking her finger just under my ear and pulling me closer.

“Later tonight.” I said, almost breathlessly.

She leaned in and kissed me, her soft lips whispering over mine and I parted, inviting her further. She pulled back, though, grinning.

I pouted again. I wanted Buffy lips.

“Mmm…” She licked her lips. “Willow lips.” “And there’s more where that came from.” I told her, leaning in for another kiss.

I felt her fingers instead of her lips pressed to mine and backed away, pouting again.

“Will.” She started. “We have Dawn patrol, remember.”

She gestured with her eyes and I followed them to the green glow of the microwave’s digital numbers.

“Oh. Darn it.” “But… later?” Buffy questioned, hooking her arm around my waste and pulling me towards her. “Definitely.”

She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and then left one chaste kiss on my lips.

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I hadn’t seen them since Case and Claire’s party. I was a little embarrassed by my behavior actually. What was I thinking? They must have thought… Goddess, who knows what they thought!

So, I made Andi and Shell put the feed on a Cd and I took it. There was no way I could leave it with Andi and Shell. Its not like I didn’t trust them, it’s just that, well, I felt really bad about it. It was wrong for us to watch them, let alone record them. I decided to come clean and give them the disk. If they hated me for it I would just have to learn to live with it.

I took slow steps down the paved sidewalk, knowing my route well and not paying attention to the people that walked at a much quicker pace around me, eager to get on with their lives as if they knew something bad was coming to take time away from them. I had plenty of time. I knew the dangers that exist in Sunnydale and will never let those threats force me to run from place to place in fear of the end.

Of course, there was the annoying little fact that I was nervous as hell about seeing Buffy and Willow again, especially considering what I was about to give them.

I should have been looking up. I should have been watching my course and paying attention to what was going on around me.

“Wha-? OH!”

All of a sudden I was hit hard on the right side and knocked to the ground. My bag fell open, spilling the contents out onto the pavement and I cursed as I tried to right myself.

“Oh! Um… uh! Gee! Sorry about… uhh…”

I turned to see two teenaged boys, scrambling to gather the contents of their package as well. They stuffed their rented Dvds into their bag and without another word, turned and ran across the street.

I stood up and dusted myself off, more annoyed by their lack of concern for the woman they’d bowled over than they showed for their movies or games or whatever...

“Oh, Goddess!” I cried, turning to gather my own things. “Wait!!” I screamed, grabbing my bag and running into the street, only to have to jump back quickly to avoid a car. “Wait.” I stated weakly. “My disc.”

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“So you guys are gonna tell everyone? Really?”

I couldn’t believe it. This was great news!

“Yep!” Buffy beamed at Willow and I couldn’t help the huge smile that crossed my face, I was just so happy for them. “Oh my God! That’s so awesome!”

I turned to face them, walking backwards toward the food court so I could watch them, and swung the large plastic bag back and forth behind my back.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Dawnie?” Willow asked, lowering her voice. “Hell yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked. “I-I just… I want to make sure…” Her and Buffy exchanged a look before she went on. “I know how much you love Tara.” She finished.

I didn’t miss a beat.

“Oh I do. No doubt!” I nodded for emphasis. “But I told you before, Willow, I just want all of you happy.” They smiled at each other. “ And I definitely know you guys are getting your happies”

I smirked and Buffy cut me a look.

“Hey!” She pretended to be upset with me, but I could see through her lousy acting job. “I’m your sister you know.” “Yeah. And…?” “So… so you’re not supposed to be making those kinds of comments about my love life. Right Will?” She looked for support from Willow, but didn’t find any. “Sorry, Buff…” “Besides,” I chirped, cutting Willow off, “I heard you and Riley all the time!” I finished, stating that rather obvious fact. Buffy turned bright red. I loved it!

“You didn’t…” “Oh look, gyros.” I pointed toward the Greek restaurant in the middle of the thankfully quiet food court, changing the subject.

I sauntered over to the window, ready to give the cute guy behind the counter my order. He smiled at me and I smiled back, recognizing him from school. I hoped I didn’t say something stupid and embarrass myself.

“Don’t you go to-?” “Yeah!” I answered too quickly, before he got his question out. “You go to-?” “Sorry.” I interrupted him again and mentally smacked myself for being such a dork. “Yeah… you’re in my Western Civ class.” “Mr. Marley… right.”

I nodded, tapping my nails on the Formica countertop and shuffling my feet. I realized how dry my lips were and wondered if he could tell. Would he decide right then that he couldn’t kiss me because I had dry lips and then never speak to me again because of it?

“I know you.” He nodded and smiled, which was a good sign. “Yeah, you’re Dawn, right?” “Yeah and you’re Markus.”

And again with the mental kicking. I’m pretty sure he knew his name.

“That’s what they call me.” He smiled again and neither of us averted our eyes. “You going to order anything with that drool?” I jumped slightly, hearing Buffy’s amused, teasing whisper in my ear.

I turned around and glared. I didn’t want to be the only Summers girl not getting her groove on!

“I was just deciding.” I said a bit too loudly and felt the blush creep into my cheeks. “Uh huh… I bet you were…” Buffy teased again.

Willow smacked Buffy on the arm and I stuck out my tongue at her before turning back to actually give my order to Markus.

I hung back after we’d given him our order and watched Buffy and Willow pick a table several yards away from the gyro place.

“Those your sisters?” Markus asked, nodding toward the table. “Yeah. Or, well… no. The blonde is. Willow’s… no, she’s not my sister.” “Best friend or something?” He asked, manhandling a pair of tongues and pulling strips of lamb out of the steamer. “Yeah… or… well no.” “No?” He dropped onions across the gyros and looked up to meet my eyes. “She’s her… well…”

I glanced back toward Buffy and Willow where I saw them leaning close to each other. They looked like any two girls sharing a secret, except for Buffy’s hand caressing Willow’s knee under the table.

I sighed and turned back toward Markus.

“Willow’s my sister’s girlfriend.” “Girlfriend?” He looked at them and saw the same thing I did. “Oh.”

I cursed under my breath. I was never ashamed of Willow and Tara and I never want to be of my sister either. People can be so ignorant.

“That’s cool.” “Huh?” I was sure I didn’t hear him correctly. “I said that’s cool.” He was wrapping our gyros as he spoke. “Not many people can be so open about it. I guess they’re scared. But your sister and… what was her name? Willow?”

I nodded, still trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying.

“They don’t look scared at all. They’re pretty out, huh?”

He turned and took the cups of soda from under the fountain and placed lids on them.

“Um… a-actually… they’re not out to anyone but me, yet.” “Oh, yeah?” He placed the drinks on the tray and leaned over to grab straws. “Yeah.” I picked up the tray, but stood there a moment longer. “How come you’re… I mean I guess I wasn’t expecting…” “My sister’s gay.” He said casually. “Oh, that’s cool.” I glanced up, wide eyed. “I mean… I think.”

He reassured me with his smile.

“It is, actually. She’s awesome.” “Cool.” “You better get those over to them.” He gestured toward the tray I was still trying balance in my hands. “Oh… yeah.” “Catch ya later, Dawn.” “Yeah… um, I guess I’ll see you in class.” “Yup!” He smiled wide, showing off his perfect white teeth.

I gave him what I thought was one damn sexy, smile and tried not to trip and drop the tray, which was more my style; before joining my sister and friend

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I was standing at the payphone, tapping my finger against the warmed metal, counting the rings. After four the cell phone’s voicemail would pick up.

“Pick up, pick up.” I pleaded, closing my eyes and trying to calm the sickening worry that was washing over me.

“Hello?” “Casey!” “Tara?” Casey’s voice was laced with sudden concern. “Tara what’s wrong?” “The disk.” I told her, my voice carrying an unsettling squeak with it. “The disk…? She paused for a moment. “Oh! The vcd… right, but… what’s wrong?” “I don’t h-have it.” I told her, squeezing my eyes shut against the swell of tears. “You don’t… you gave it to… no.” Her breath hitched. “Oh Tara, what happened to it?” “Some… b-boys.”

I could hardly speak. I wanted nothing more than to collapse into a tight ball and die. How could I let this happen? How could I let two teenagers make off with a disk that had Buffy and Willow making love on it? How could I even let them be recorded?! My mind was in a whirl and I didn’t know what I was going to do.

“They took the disk?” She asked, confused. “Th-they ran into me. They h-had videos and I-I… I guess they w-were in such a h-hurry…” “Calm down, baby… I can hardly understand you.” She told me, her voice soft, offering comfort. “I-I’m s-s-sorry…” I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths and letting the air out slowly. “Shhh… Just calm down.”

I heard her cover the mouthpiece and say something to whom I assumed was Claire.

“Tara, where are you? We’ll come get you.”

I told her and hung up the phone. There was a bench a few feet away from the set of payphones and I took a seat, holding my bag tight as I wrapped my arms around myself. I tried to control the swell of tears from falling down my face, but it was no use. I felt sick to my stomach. There was a Cd out there, in some stranger’s hands, that had my two very good friends on it, showing everything and they didn’t even know they’d been recorded. What was I going to tell them? It was bad enough knowing I would have to tell them they’d been recorded and that I had the Cd. But now… Now some teenagers would see it. And what if they showed it to others? What if they sold it on Ebay? Oh Goddess…

I was still holding myself tight, rocking back and forth on the bench, staring at the ground when Casey and Claire drove up. It took Claire tapping me on the shoulder for me to even notice they were there. And all I could think of was that I wanted to die. And if I didn’t figure out some way to retrieve the disk, Buffy would surely kill me.

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“How’s it coming in there, Dawn?” I asked, holding a pair of jeans against my legs and looking in the mirror. “Almost done.” She shouted back.

Willow walked up behind me, admiring the pants I was debating on buying. I felt her hand on my butt and caught her grin in the reflection.

“Willow.” I chastised playfully. “Maybe you should try them on.” She suggested, indicating the jeans I held. “So you can see me without my pants on, right?” I asked, turning to catch her around the waist with my free hand. “Maybe.” She whispered before catching my lips and planting a soft, teasing, kiss there.

I pulled away and glanced around, wondering if anyone had seen us.

“Its okay Buffy.” “I just don’t want the attention.” I told her, a little embarrassed. “We don’t have to tell anyone you know. I’m proud of you for wanting to… but if you’re not ready-” “No!” I stopped her. “No, that’s not it at all, Will.”

I looked around again and tried to figure out how to express my concern.

“I just worry.” I glanced toward the booth Dawn was currently trying a stack of clothes on in. “About Dawn. About you. I mean… I know you were pretty out in the open with Tara and used to… but I just…” I shook my head, unable to find the right words.

She cupped my cheek and urged me to look at her. I could see the love and understanding in her eyes.

“Do you know how confidant and in charge you are when you’re ready to fight? But when it comes to love,” She placed her hand over my heart. “When it comes to matters of the heart, you let your fears show. You’re open and honest with me.” She left a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. “And you make me love you even more for that.”

I blushed and looked away, embarrassed slightly by her unabashed affection.

“It’s a cruel world we live in, Buffy. I know you know that more than anyone.” Her voice was soft and soothing. “And we’re not among the most loved in our society. But I won’t be ashamed of us. I won’t hide who we are and I certainly won’t hide the fact that I’m in love with you.”

“No, I don’t want to hide.” I told her. “I-I know you don’t. You’re worried about us. I get that.”

I nodded. Willow and Dawn were mine. I felt the possessive, protective part of me more often these days since Willow and I had become a couple. I didn’t want Dawn getting crap at school about her dyke sister and I feared that Willow might be a target of the demon world, if they knew it was my heart she held.

“Its okay to worry. Its okay to be protective of us.” She continued, knowing just what I was thinking. “But Buffy, we have to live our lives. One thing you’ve never been able to do freely is live your life because of all the responsibilities you have being the Slayer.”

I nodded in agreement. I remembered a time when I thought I might be able to do all the things a normal girl got to do. But I was never destined to be just a normal girl.

“I’m in firm belief that you have to live your life as best, as open, and as free as you can. You’ve stopped holding back so much in the last month, don’t start again now.”

She met my lips with hers and we kissed softly, her hand caressing my cheek.

“Okay… ewww.”

We turned to see Dawn standing in the doorway of the wardrobe room. Willow and I backed up, both covering our mouths and trying to hide the grins that had formed there.

“I’m cool with you guys doing whatever in private but PDA is so not cool.” “Why? ‘Cause we’re girls?” Willow asked her, smirking. “No way!” Dawn shook her head. “I saw you and Tara giving the ol’ tongue tango a try now and then.”

Willow’s face turned red and I had to chuckle, remembering how Dawn had made the comment about hearing Riley and me all the time. It was good to know that I wasn’t the only one Dawn could embarrass with her honesty.

“Dawn…” I shook my head, trying to suppress the giggle. “Well, its true!” “I think it’s the sister thing.” I said.

Dawn and I looked at each other and nodded. I didn’t want to know what she knew and she didn’t want to see what I did. Made sense to me.

“Oh.” Willow frowned. “Well, okay… I-I get that. But…” She looked at me and pouted. “That just blew my whole ‘live life open and free’ speech to bits.” “Oh. No… no it was a very good speech and I completely agree with you.” “You do?” She asked, perking up. “Of course.”

I slung my arm around her shoulder and followed Dawn out into the main part of the store.

“We’ll be who we are. And we won’t be ashamed to exchange the occasional kiss and cuddle wherever we feel like it, bigots be damned.” “But not in front of Dawnie, right?” “Exactly.” I responded, nodding. “Okay, I can live with that.”

I felt her hand on my butt again and looked at her, raising my eyebrow.

“So, she probably wouldn’t want to see me feeling you up, huh?” “Um, I’m thinking not.” “Not even a little?” “Will…” My voice took on a warning tone. “I’m just teasing, Buff.” She smiled wide. “I love when you tease, Will.” I told her, catching the glint in her eye and matching it. “Oh, I know you do…”

She pinched my butt and ducked away from me before I could react. I looked around to see if anyone had seen us. Dawn was talking to one of the saleswomen about a top, but I could see no one else around.

“Oh, I am so gonna get you.” I warned Willow. “You promise?” She teased, keeping her distance. “Oh yeah… just you wait.”

Dawn came up to me and held out her hand. I turned my attention on her and raised my eyebrow.

“Money. I can’t buy that top without money.”

I looked over to the one she’d picked out. A deep maroon that was cut low and dipped off the shoulder with half-length sleeves that flared out.

“Ooh, pretty!” I said enthusiastically and walked toward the counter with Dawn.

I looked back and stuck my tongue out at Willow. She laughed and winked, knowing full well that we’d resume the fun later on.

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Part 3

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“You better get those over to them.” I told her, motioning toward the table where those two damn fine women sat.

“Oh… yeah.” She nodded.

“Catch ya later, Dawn.”

“Yeah… um, I guess I’ll see you in class.” She said.

“Yup!” I gave her my widest nice guy smile.

I watched her walk away, noticing the way her hips swayed and I looked up just in time to catch the smile she shot my way and maybe a hint of something else.

“She’s pretty cute.”

I turned to see Erick leaning in the doorway to the kitchen. He held the door open with his boot, and a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, she a’ight.”

“Man, whatever. I saw you checking her out.”

I grinned and started wiping down the counter.

“But I wouldn’t dog this one, yo.” He told me.

“Dog?” I glanced back at him.

He rolled his eyes but didn’t move.

“Don’t play dumb.”

I shrugged.

“Man…” He stepped toward me. “Look… you know I got mad respect for you, but this one…” We both looked at the table where Dawn and her sister and sister’s girlfriend sat. “Her sister don’t play.”

“Her sister? That little blonde one?”

“Yeah, that’s her. I heard some fucked up shit about her, dude.”

“Like what?”

We were both looking at them. They were talking, eating our gyros and laughing at whatever fun they’d been up to. The blonde and redhead sat close, often leaning against each other while laughing.

“Look, you know some weird shit goes down in this town.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” I agreed.

“Well… I basically heard that Dawn’s sister’s the one to call when all the freaky shit goes on. You never heard no one talking ‘bout her?”

“No… not really.”

“Dude, she blew up the high school.”

I looked at him like he’d grown another head. I thought he must’ve been trying to yank my cord.

“Whatever dude.”

I blew him off and began cleaning in earnest, nearing the end of my shift.

“A’ight, yo. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He turned to go back into the kitchen.

The phone started ringing and he picked it up.

“It’s for you.”

I stayed my eyes on the trio at the table, wondering if what he’d said about Dawn’s sister was true. Either way, Dawn was pretty fine for a freshman and I wouldn’t have minded getting me some.

I took the phone from Erick and gave him a playful shove back into the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Hey Mark, it’s Jay, you coming over after work?”

“Uh huh.”

“Cool. Paul snatched us a couple of pornos.”

“Oh, for real?”

“Oh yeah…”

“Dang yo, how’d he manage that?”

“Took the room key from his bro and he grabbed ‘em while I distracted the dude at the counter.”

“Choice.” I told him, nodding and grinning.

The prospect of watching a few pornos and drinking Jay’s dad’s beer was making my Friday night look damn good. If I could just make a hook up…

“I’ll be there around 8.” I told him before hanging up the phone and glancing up just in time to see Dawn and her friends depositing their trash in the bins before taking off for what I assumed was more shopping.

“Damn…” I watched the three hotties walk away from the food court and tried to push the naked, Jell-o wrestling fantasies out of my head.

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“Tara, please calm down.”

Claire was trying to calm me down. She was hardly succeeding though. I couldn’t stop crying, wiping away tears and snot every few seconds. I was scared out of my head, but I was also really embarrassed by my situation. My throat was sore from my wailing, which I had thankfully been able to rein in when we’d gotten to their apartment. But the crying wouldn’t stop.

Case paced back and forth behind us.

“Would you please sit down?” Claire told her in a stern tone.

“Claire,” Case started, “We gotta do something.”

“I know baby, but you driving me nuts is not helping.”

Case huffed and sat down in the overstuffed chair on the side of the room. I glanced at her and she looked as worried as me, minus the wet dog look. I wondered what that was all about. I was the one who lost the disc. I was the one who had to deal with my soon to be ex-friends.

“Case?” I questioned her softly.

“Yeah, babe?” She looked expectantly at me.

“W-why are you so w-worried?”

“Huh?”

She looked between Claire and I, questioning us both.

“W-w-why are you so w-worried about this? I-it’s my deal.”

“Are you serious, Tar?” Case looked between Claire and me again.

I nodded. I glanced at Claire and saw worry in her eyes too, but I suspected it was just for me. Casey looked worried for all of us. She was a protector after all. Casey was like Buffy in a lot of ways, minus the supernatural slayer abilities. She had this innate need to protect her people.

I was one of her people. Duh Tara.

“Tara. I saw what Buffy did. I mean, how she handled J.J. at the party.” She shook her head. “I have to be honest and say I’m worried here.”

“She w-wouldn’t… I-I mean… I don’t think she would…” I wiped my nose and looked down between my feet, my hair falling to cover my face again.

I really wasn’t sure what Buffy would do. Or Willow for that matter. Freak, I knew. But would either of them try to hurt me? They didn’t when I did the spell to hide the demon I thought was inside me. But things were different then. Willow and I were together, and I knew that Buffy would keep me around to ensure Willow’s happiness. But I wasn’t Willow’s girl anymore. So what did they need me for? I had betrayed them. I allowed them to be recorded. And then lost the disc that had the evidence of their passion on it. And who knew what could happen to that disc!

“Look Tar, I can handle her, I’m not worried about that.” Casey said, pointedly.

“No Case.” I told her, looking up. “You can’t.”

“I’m not saying I’m going to make a move before she does…”

“No Casey.” I stood up, shaking my head. “You don’t understand.”

I glanced between them again. There was Casey’s confusion and Claire’s quiet observation.

“Uh, okay… you wanna explain?”

“She’s strong.”

“Yeah, I saw that. And she does martial arts. So do I, in case you forgot. Black belt here.” Case gestured to herself.

“No.” I shook my head again.

How was I supposed to explain to them about the Slayer? I didn’t want to tell them before because I knew that only a very small percent of people actually knew what a slayer was, let alone who she was. I felt I might be betraying Buffy’s confidence again. But with nothing else to lose, I figured it might be wiser to tell Casey and Claire about Buffy’s calling and unique abilities. Especially before Case played hero and tried to stand up to Buffy when she came calling to kick my rear end out of Sunnydale.

“Do you know what a slayer is?” I asked, directing my question to both of them.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Claire.

“A what?” Asked Case.

Both of us looked toward Claire, who sat with her mouth hanging open and her eyebrows raised. She knew what a slayer was and apparently the fact that Buffy was the Chosen One had caused quite a surprise.

“Uh C… something you wanna tell us?” Casey asked her, looking back and forth between her girlfriend and me.

“I’ve heard… but… I never thought.” She looked up to me for further confirmation. “They’re real?”

I nodded.

“And Buffy’s the Slayer?”

I nodded again.

“Wow.” She spoke softly, running her hand through her hair. “I really thought they were just a myth. Something made up.”

Case still hadn’t said anything, deciding to just listen for now.

“W-what have you heard?” I asked her, sitting back down.

“Um…” She thought a minute. “Well… if I remember correctly, something about one girl in all the world… uh… chosen to… protect humankind? I’m not sure how it goes.”

“Where did you hear that?” I asked, curious how she could know.

“I just remember it from when I was little.”

I thought about this, and realized that Claire might have grown up where there was an active Slayer. Many of the residents of Sunnydale knew about the vampires and demons that frequented the night, and about the girl that slayed them, even if they didn’t talk about it.

I nodded, deciding not to push about how she might know. I realized that the average person might not know what a slayer was, but it wasn’t rare that someone did.

“Okay, still confused over here.” Case piped up.

I looked at her and prepared myself for what might be a hard explanation. How do you explain what a slayer is without talking about vampires and demons and the fact that we were living on the mouth of hell? Well, one of them, anyway.

“Okay Case, you might not believe this…”

And I proceeded to tell her everything I knew.

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“You know what I want?”

She walked with me and I could feel her breath heavy on my ear and her fingers teasing the exposed skin of my stomach.

“What?” I asked softly, feeling the familiar stirrings.

“You.”

She leaned closer and pressed her lips to my neck.

“I want to taste you.”

I felt the gentle flutter of arousal washing over me, making my body flush in warmth.

“Buffy…”

“I just wanted to tell you that.” She said before walking ahead of me and joining Dawn.

We were only a few blocks from the house and she wouldn’t let up. I didn’t know who was worse, her or me. Constantly teasing each other, turning each other on. I guess a few years of pent up lust will do that to a girl. Or two. Poor Dawn, I knew she’d heard Tara and me, but now Buffy too? Well okay, so she’d apparently heard Buffy and Riley too, but now Buffy and me as well? The girl had to be going crazy. I was her age once too, ya know. Hormones can be tricky little things. Make people do crazy things like spells. Just ask Xander. He’ll tell ya.

I saw the house in sight and felt that joyful little bubble slowly rise, knowing I could touch Buffy again once we got inside and Dawn was out of sight. But then it occurred to me that we might not have time with Tara coming over. I pouted, lost in my own little world. I wanted Buffy. Naked. In the bed. Against me. Preferably using her talented tongue and fingers.

“What’s that for?” I heard Buffy ask me.

I’d followed them up the walkway not even realizing we were home. Buffy was standing on the porch holding the bags while Dawn unlocked the front door.

“Huh?” I wiped the pout off my face and inwardly rolled my eyes, wondering just how much sex one could have before they keeled over.

“Why the pout?” She slid her hand around my neck, caressing the nape with her fingers.

So not helping.

“What pout?” I asked, innocently.

I tried to walk past her into the house but she held me back.

“Uh-uh. I saw a pout. A distinctive Willow pout, which is very cute, I might add, but still… I want to know what’s up.”

“I want you.” I told honestly, leaning against her and looking into her eyes. “But I can’t have you yet.”

And I pouted again. Hey, she thinks my pout’s cute.

“I want you too, baby.” She kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, “Maybe a quickie?”

“A quickie?” I pulled back and looked at her.

She nodded and I looked past her to the sky, trying to gauge the time and when Tara was due.

“A quickie.” She repeated, pulling me into the house behind her. “Like when we did it in the alley behind the magic box?” She asked.

Oh yeah, I remembered that day.

She dropped the bags and glanced around for Dawn. We heard her talking to the food she was heating up, as she had a habit of doing. That kid sure had an appetite. Sure Buffy could be a pig after slaying, but Dawn came in close seconds in the Wolfing Down Meals department. I guess being made from a slayer might do that to a kid.

“Remember how I touched you, under the table?” Buffy asked, leading me to the stairs. “How everyone was there that day and I kept putting my hand on your thigh.”

I nodded.

Up my skirt and high on my thigh, actually. I remembered looking around to see if anyone noticed. Anya was tending to the cash register, as usual. Xander was too busy trying to cop a feel of his own to notice us. Giles was doing an inventory of new spell books. But I pushed her hand away anyway.

Five more times of her dragging those delicious fingers up my leg and placing it high on my thigh, caressing before I pushed it away and she leaned over and kissed my neck. I glanced around again and still no one noticed. We weren’t out to any of them. She hadn’t wanted to tell them at that point, yet she was daring to feel me up in public.

“Remember how I told you I wanted you?” She asked, not really waiting for an answer.

We were halfway up the stairs and I nodded again, my grip tightening in her hand.

Buffy had squeezed my thigh and stroked my skin with her fingers, which were only an inch or two from my dampening panties. She leaned over again, brushing her lips against my ear, which caused that light, fluttery feeling to pass over me and add to the tingle I was already feeling between my legs.

“I want you.” Buffy had whispered. “I want to touch you. I want to feel you around my fingers, Will. I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me.”

She had me at “I”.

“And remember how I pulled you outside, with only a glance from Giles. Remember how I lifted you up onto those crates?”

We were to the bedroom and her lips were passing over my neck, her teeth nipping here and there. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her firm ass, tugging at her shirt, caressing her breast. She held me against the wall, both of us knowing we had to get into the bedroom and do our thing quickly. But we were both caught up in the memory of that day.

“Yeah, baby.” I told her, pulling her against me tighter.

“How I pushed your skirt up, and pulled your panties aside?”

“Oh yeah…” I moaned, feeling her hand cup my sex and press against me through my jeans.

“’Member how wet you were, baby? How I slid my fingers into you so easily… how I fucked you hard and fast?”

“Goddess…”

She dragged her teeth across my jaw line and licked my bottom lip. Her other hand had found my nipple and was squeezing it, rolling it between her fingers.

“You felt so good, baby.” She continued. “It was so hot… You were hot. Out in the open like that… where anyone could see.”

I remembered how scared I was of getting caught, but not able to stop her, too worked up and in need of Buffyhand, as Tara might have put it.

“You came so hard for me, Will. Didn’t you?”

“Uh huh…” I nodded, licking and sucking that tender bit of flesh on her neck where I can feel her pulse.

“Rocking back and forth on those crates, fucking my fingers and holding on to me like that…”

I moaned again, feeling my cunt twitch with the memory of our need for each other. Knowing that nothing had changed since that day. If anything, that need had grown stronger.

She caught my lips with hers and we kissed, tasting and exploring with hungry vigor. I caught her tongue between my teeth and pulled, sucking on it. I knew exactly what that tongue could do to other parts of my body. That thought made a fresh wave of desire ripple over me. But I didn’t want her tongue. I wanted her fingers. I was wet, throbbing, and wanted to feel her fingers pounding into me with that slayer strength that she was always trying to keep in check.

“Bedroom, Buffy. Now.” I demanded, almost breathlessly as soon as she broke the kiss.

The door slammed behind us and we fell into another crushing kiss, our hands tearing at our clothes, seeking hot, bare skin and the closest contact possible.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” She asked, pushing me onto the bed and grabbing my undone jeans.

“Fuck me, Buffy.” I told her, my eyes never leaving hers.

She loved to hear me tell her to fuck me. She loved when I begged her to fuck me harder and she never disappointed.

Our clothes were gone seconds later, pieces strewn here and there. Her shirt hung from the lamp even!

“Oh, Buffy!” I cried when I felt her wet sex rub against mine.

She thrust against me with her hips, grunting, our wet folds smashing and smearing. I wrapped my legs around her waist and bucked up against her. Her mouth was on my shoulder, sucking and biting. One of my hands was caught between us, rolling her nipple between my index finger and thumb, tugging on it, while the other caused half moons on her back as I held her to me.

We moved together, thrusting our hips forward and panting with our efforts. We were getting close; the friction of our cunts rubbing together and the pressure on our bellies was pushing us toward the edge.

But I needed more. And I knew she did too.

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“Bedroom, Buffy. Now.” She demanded and I quickly pulled her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind us.

I pulled her against me, crushing my mouth to hers and deepening the kiss immediately. The kiss was bruising and I marveled, not for the first time, at Willow’s hunger and inclination for pain with her pleasure.

I pushed her onto the bed, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and panties.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I asked her, knowing how much she did, but needing to hear her say it.

I stripped her pants off.

“Fuck me, Buffy.” She looked right at me when I said that, her eyes never leaving mine.

Her words sent a shot of arousal straight to my sex, causing it to ache more. A deep ache that almost hurt. I tore at my clothes, flinging them and not caring where they landed. She did the same and soon we were both naked.

We wasted no time admiring, as we usually might. And I love to admire. I trace my eyes over every smooth line, over every curve and bend in her beautiful body. Her pale skin is a map I had easily memorized, but wanted to relearn again and again.

But not this time.

I jumped on her, pressing my body to hers, weeping sex to sex.

“Oh Buffy!” She cried out.

I felt her legs wrap around me, thrusting against me. I could feel her hot, wetness, mixing with mine as we moved against each other. I licked her, relishing the sweet taste of her skin, smelling her arousal and feeding off the pheromones she was exuding. I couldn’t help but bite her and suck that wonderful taste into my mouth.

Willow rolled and tugged on my nipple, the sensation caused me to thrust against her harder, grunting into her neck as I sucked the tender flesh into my mouth, holding it with my teeth. Our movement was heated, pushing us both toward release. I needed to touch her. I needed to be inside her.

I pulled back, causing a whimper to escape from her lips. But as I slid onto her thigh I felt her hand around my wrist, demanding me to hurry up and touch her. She really is an eager little thing. I love that about her.

I slid two fingers into her easily, her juices coating my fingers. She really was dripping wet, and I wanted to take my fingers out to taste them, but we needed to make this a quickie. Well, as quickly as we could, anyway.

My thumb was on her clit. It was swollen and exposed, simply begging for more attention. I thrust in and out of Willow’s hole, my thumb running up and then back down over her clit with the motion of my hand. Her fingers twisted and pulled on my nipples, causing a sweet pain that ran down into my cunt and spread out into the rest of me.

I moved my hips in rhythm with my arm. As I pushed forward and entered her with my fingers, I thrust against her raised thigh, dragging my soaked sex over the toned muscle, smearing me on her.

“Oh Goddess… Oh Buffy… Oh…” She started to chant; her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers painfully tight around my nipples.

“Yeah baby… Yeah…” I urged her on, feeling how close I was myself.

Her hands left my breasts and found the sheets beside us, bunching them up into her little hands as she began to buck her hips more forcefully with her oncoming orgasm.

I stilled myself on her thigh as best I could, gritting my teeth. I wanted to come, but I wanted to feel her fingers on me more.

“Oh Buffy,” She repeated, “Fuck me harder!”

And I did. I thrust into her with three fingers. Hard, short jabs into her clenching hole over and over.

She was beautiful, her flushed body moving against me in absolute pleasure, so close to release.

And it was all because of me.

“Baby! Baby don’t stop! Baby… Oh!” She cried out, jerking up against me, her orgasm rocketing through her.

She clung to my fingers with her muscles but I continued to move my hand, drawing out her orgasm as much as possible. My own sex throbbed and ached, begging for attention, for release of its own.

She stilled my hand, panting and trying to regain her breath. I could feel her pulse racing and I bent to lick and suckle the spot on her neck that beat so quickly. I felt her lips on my ear, opening and pulling my lobe into her mouth, running her tongue over it. I giggled into her neck.

“We’re not done yet.” She told me, pushing me back and away from her neck.

“No?”

I looked at her, feigning innocence while bringing my hand up to my lips at the same time. My fingers were coated with her cream and I slid them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.

Her eyes widened and she gulped. I knew I wasn’t helping her get her energy back, but I couldn’t hold off tasting her. I also knew how much she loved to see me lick her off of me.

“You are so sexy!” She growled.

So much for not helping with her energy.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back and Willow’s fingers were searching out my folds, gathering her own sample to taste later.

“Oh shit…” I breathed and squeezed my eyes shut as her fingers circled and then pinched my clit, pulling and massaging it.

Her mouth found my nipple and she scraped her teeth over it before sucking it into her mouth. Sucking hard, causing me to jerk up and writhe beneath her.

“Willow!”

Her fingers were inside me all of a sudden and I was coming, clutching her to me and bucking my hips against her thrusting fingers.

Our lips met and we kissed greedily, tongues tumbling back and forth. I took deep breaths through my nose so as not to have to break from the kiss. I knew she could taste the remnants of her release on my lips still. And I knew she loved it.

Amazing was the feelings she created in me.

No, created wasn’t right. Allowed me to have. Encouraged.

This primal strength; a need to conquer and claim. I felt it with my past lovers, but could never fully let that side of me out with them. It was a slayer thing, I knew. Faith had it. She wore hers out in the open, unhidden, unashamed. And, while I wasn’t ashamed to let the slayer in me slip to the surface during sex with Willow, I always tried to subdue it the rest of the time.

Except during the hunt. The fight. The kill. Then I was all Slayer. All force. Willow loved that in me. She appreciated and admired it. Hell, it turned her on. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d find that with another lover. Was it the time we’d spent together as friends, her knowing all my insecurities and fears and secrets? The times I’d confided in her about my questions regarding my slayer abilities.

Exploring my slayer abilities to their fullest was like going through puberty again. There were so many strange sensations, desires. I had so many questions, and while I did eventually corner Giles on a few occasions to gain answers, it was Willow I shared it all with. The only thing I ever hid from my Wills was the truth of my feelings for her, and the things Faith and I had gotten up to.

But all of that was past us now. And there in my arms lay my red headed beauty, fully accepting anything I had to give.

“Come on, Willow.” I whispered, nudging her.

“Already?” She rested her chin on my chest and looked up at me with those large green eyes.

“As much as I’d love to stay here with you all night…”

“I know, I know…” She said, giving in quickly.

She was halfway to the bathroom and I was just sitting up, testing the area on my neck that she had latched on to, wondering how bad I might have hurt her. Sometimes I left marks that took days to even fade and left her sore. She didn’t seem to mind, but I worried.

“Join me?” She asked, casting me a sexy grin, her hair all tousled from our quick fix.

“You betcha!” I jumped up to join her in the shower.

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Part 4

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They were at it again!

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard Willow chanting my sister’s name. Ewww…

I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was wicked cool they were together and I didn’t mind them being lesbian lust bunnies, but did I need constant exposure to it? Surely this would warp my tender, young mind.

Yeah, I don’t buy it either.

My mind was plenty warped already. Drenched actually, with thoughts about sex and kissing and sex and boyfriends and sex. But I was nearly sixteen, and my first kiss had been with a vampire who tried to eat me. And not in the good way. No, I needed a boyfriend – a human boy - to let the hormones loose on. And Markus, he sure was a cutie! But I was sure he wasn’t interested in me, just being nice. And even if he was interested, he was probably like every other teenage boy at my school, out for one thing. I wonder how Buffy dealt with that. Geeze, I wonder how she dealt with Xander at my age.

I wanted something more than just fooling around in the back of a car like Tanya and Melody. I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted someone to hold my hand. To take me out. Someone I could laugh with and be myself around. Who would accept me for me. Someone who would hold me and kiss me and touch me, but if I said no, he’d understand. Okay, so maybe I was dreaming, but it was my dream, damnit.

They were going at it again, this time in Willow’s room, and I wondered when they were just going to move into the same bedroom. It made no sense to me for them to be in separate rooms. They never slept apart anymore, and the last time I helped with the laundry, I found half of Willow’s clothes in Buffy’s room. Which reminds me, I should probably tell Will about the tops of hers I have…

So I ended up in the living room instead of going up to my room. I sat down cross legged in front of the TV and sipped on my Coke, flipping through the six channels we had over and over and… I was bored. I looked up to the ceiling and wondered if they were done. I heard them at night sometimes, like I used to hear Tara and Willow. It was different though. Not just the voices, the tones as well. I can’t really explain it. It just sounded different, like there was something deeper going on between Buffy and Willow. Like, maybe all the years they’d been in love but too stupid to do anything about it was finally coming to the surface.

But again, I didn’t really need to hear all that. All the time. Like, every night. Sometimes before and after Buffy went on patrol. I don’t even want to think about them going on patrol together! And no one can tell me they weren’t having sex during the day if they were both home, either.

The phone rang and I got up to get it.

“Hey Dawnie.” “Hi Tara!” I said happily, glad to hear her voice. “What’s up?” “Um, n-not much.”

She paused and I chewed on the pen I’d found on the coffee table.

“Is Buffy or Willow there?” “Yeah, they’re… uh… well they’re kinda… um…” “Oh.”

I slapped myself upside the head. I couldn’t just say they were out?

“Sorry Tara…” “Wha-? Oh! No… No, it’s okay. I’m happy for them, Dawn. I-I’m glad they’re together.” She told me. “You are?” I asked. “Of course, sweetie!” “Oh, well… I just thought…” “I-I know. But really, it’s all very good.”

There was silence again and I knew something was going on. She didn’t sound like herself. She sounded really nervous, maybe even scared.

“Tara?” “Yes?” “Are you okay?”

Another long pause.

“’Cause if you’re not… well, you know we’re here for you. You’re still family.” “Y-you’re a s-sweetheart, Dawn.” She told me, her voice cracking.

I smiled at her remark, but I knew she was crying.

“Tara?”

My voice was soft, concerned.

“Tara, what’s wrong?”

Another long pause and then more sniffling.

“’Cause you’re kinda starting to freak me out here.” “Oh, no! No Dawnie, I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have… I-I’m s-s-sorry…” “Don’t be sorry. Please, just tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen? O-or did you get attacked? A vampire??”

I really was starting to freak. Tara never called just to cry on the phone. Who does unless something bad has happened? I loved Tara, she was like another big sister, and I wanted to go kick the ass of whatever it was that had hurt her. So, okay, I’d get Buffy to go kick its ass, but I’d watch. Or at least feel better later.

“No Dawn.” She started again, “N-Nothing attacked me. Nothing like that.” “Then what?” I tried again. “I w-was supposed to come over tonight and I thought I’d postpone that…” “Cool! I didn’t know you were coming over.”

She sighed and didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Neither did I. Whatever was wrong, Tara was trying to hold it together as best she could.

“I-I’ll be there in a little while.” She finally said, softly. “Okay, Tara.” “Dawnie?” She sounded scared again. “Yeah?” “Y-you know I’ll a-always love you, don’t you?”

I thought about this and the conversation we’d had soon after she left Willow. She had reassured me then that she’d always love me and would always be there for me if I needed her, and I knew she would be.

“I know. We’ve had this conversation before. Remember?” “Yeah, I remember. S-super sized milkshake m-monster and all.”

I giggled, knowing I could eat my weight in milkshake and how surprised everyone always was when I did, no matter how many times they’d seen it.

“They’re yummy!” I said, rubbing my belly. “They’ll make you sick.” “Never happen.” I reassured her.

She paused again and I could almost picture her smiling and shaking her head at me.

“See you in a bit.” She said, finally. “Okay.”

After I hung up the phone I stood there looking at it for a few seconds. Tara had been crying. She was pretending like nothing was wrong, but I knew better. I heard the water running from the shower upstairs and hoped I would get to talk to Buffy or Willow before Tara came over.

I was worried.

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I pulled into Jay’s driveway a little after eight and parked behind his mom’s Beamer. Sweet car. Too bad she never let Jay drive it. Not that I blame her, Jay couldn’t drive worth a shit.

I pulled off my work shirt, smelled my underarms, and shrugged. If there was any chance of hooking up with someone I’d just use Jay’s shower and snag some of his Polo. Done it before, no big. Figured we’d have to make a few phone calls later on.

I pulled my cut off Dodger’s tee over my head on the way to the front door.

Everyone was already there. Jay, Paul, Burr, and Wiggs, who answered the door. He let his signature grin show and pulled me inside.

“’Bout time you got here.” He told me.

I followed him through the kitchen, stopping to grab a beer out of the fridge first, before meeting the others in the basement.

“You gotta fucking see this, dude!” He said excitedly. “What’s up?” I asked when we got to the bottom of the stairs.

The rest of the guys were glued to the TV, a 56 incher with surround sound. But I didn’t hear anything though.

Well, except for drool hitting the floor and a couple of comments that didn’t seem directed to anyone in particular.

“Dude…” Burr sighed.

I moved toward the couch and took a look at what they were seeing.

I thought my heart was going to stop. Or my dick was going to tear through my pants.

“Holy fuck!” I yelled, not believing my eyes. “Where’d you get that?!”

Paul shook his head and shrugged.

“Wasn’t one I grabbed.” He said, never taking his eyes from the screen. “We ran into this girl on the way out.” Jay filled me in. “I think its hers.” He glanced at me and shrugged. “Think we took it when we were picking up our vids.” “You ran into a girl on your way out of the Video Barn?” I asked them. “Like ran into, ran into?” “Yeah.” Paul nodded. “And you picked this up?” I was staring at the screen, unbelieving. “Yeah.” Paul nodded again. “And you didn’t notice that it didn’t have one of those big, plastic cases over it?”

I glanced at the coffee table and saw the other dvds they’d rented. They were all in bulky cases that were a standard at the Video Barn.

“Nah man…” Jay glanced up at me and shrugged. “We were in a hurry to go. Didn’t wanna get caught.”

I nodded and kept my attention on the scene playing out on the big screen TV.

Dawn’s sister and her girlfriend were going at it. The red head was on her knees, head hung low, pushing back against the blonde’s hand.

“Is that her whole hand?” I asked, my beer still in mine, but completely forgotten. “Uh huh.” Wiggs nodded.

I looked around at all of them and then back at the screen. I didn’t think any of them had recognized the chicks going at it.

“Look at that ass.” Burr commented. “Those tits.” Paul added. “Uh… how many times have you guys watched this?” I asked. “Four” Came the answer from all of them. “Damn…” I shook my head, not able to tear my eyes from the screen again.

The red head and blondie were pushing and pulling back and forth, the blonde’s hand buried inside the red’s pussy. The blonde was gritting her teeth, her muscles rippling as she held onto her girlfriend and fucked her with her hand. I’d never seen anything like it. Not even in my sister’s porn collection. What we were seeing was just… just… I have no words for it.

Then it hit me.

I looked closer at the room they were in. The camera gave a pretty good view of most of the room, even though the bed was the center of attention.

“Holy shit.” I said suddenly.

I took a closer look at the dresser, the nightstand, and the boxes that sat among them.

“I know, dude. It’s fucking hot.” Wiggs, who was still standing beside me, commented.

Yeah, it was fucking hot. My groin was stirring, my dick twitching and I was trying to will it to be a good boy and stay down. I would have liked nothing more than to settle on the couch, drink a few beers, and watch this over and over. But the part of me that really was a nice guy just couldn’t do it.

“No, dude.”

I shook my head, glancing at Wiggs.

“I think that’s my sister’s apartment.”

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We were in the shower, kissing and holding onto each other while the soap lay on the bathtub floor between us. Her breasts were pressed against mine, sudsy still from the quick wash-down we had attempted. But there was still heat between us, still an arousal that our little quickie wasn’t going to quell.

Buffy had one hand on my butt, the other cupping my cheek while I held her around the waist and pulled her against me tighter. I broke off the kiss long enough to nip at her bottom lip. She growled playfully before her mouth was on me again, her tongue slipping easily between my parted lips. I moved one hand behind her head to hold her to me while I sucked and stroked her tongue.

She pressed me up against the wall and parted my legs with hers, pushing her thigh into my sex. Neither of us said anything, just kept kissing and pressing our bodies tighter and tighter together. The hot water continued to rain down on us, but we paid it no attention, lost in each other’s embrace, taste, and desire.

Buffy gripped me tighter and allowed a low groan in the back of her throat. The aggressive, slayer part of her was exerting itself again and I waited eagerly for it, relishing the overwhelming need to surrender it caused in me.

She broke off from the kiss and lifted me, turning to face the far wall. She set me back down on two feet, only to have me turn away from her. Knowing me, I probably would have slipped on the wet surface if Buffy hadn’t been in total control of my body.

I spread my hands out on the wall and closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip as I felt her hands slide up and over my breasts. She caught my erect nipples between her fingers and rolled them. She licked and nipped the side of my neck before moving down my shoulder where her teeth met my skin repeatedly, backed by my slayer’s sexy growls. My hips rocked back and forth as if some other power propelled them.

Then she was on her knees behind me, her hands on my butt and her mouth doing wonderful things to the backs of my thighs. I could feel the spray of the hot water bouncing off of Buffy’s shoulders as she moved from one thigh to the other, and then one cheek to the other as well. She was Kissing, licking, and nipping until she had me spread and pulled forward, my back arched, so that our shower water didn’t go to waste. The water hit the small of my back and ran down between my cheeks where Buffy’s talented tongue began to move against me.

I was whimpering and moaning, my knuckles growing white as I tried to grip the smooth, tiled surface. Her tongue worked the thin sheet between my two holes and then slipped up until she was licking and nudging the soft, wrinkled tissue of my anus. I was pushing back against her even though she held me steady with her powerful hands. It felt so good, and I honestly didn’t know if it could feel any better. I was in the palm of her hand, in pure pleasure, yet I wanted more. So much more.

And then her fingers were inside me, not thrusting but wiggling, pressing upwards so that when I rocked back against her tongue, I was also rocking back onto her fingers.

I don’t know where she learned all the wonderful things she does to me, but I’m pretty sure I’m not that good a teacher. It must just be a talent she has…

I felt warm all over and it sure wasn’t from the steamy bath. It felt like tiny ripples of heat and pleasure working their way over my body from my center. I was caught on the edge, floundering in the space between wanting to have an orgasm and not wanting Buffy to ever stop licking me.

She teased my opening with the tip of her tongue and then pressed against it with the flat of her tongue before going back to laving the area, as an animal would care for a wound – steady strokes with intent. She began to move her fingers in and out of me, thrusting upwards as I brought my hips back down.

I felt the fingers of her other hand on my clit, circling in rhythm with her exploring tongue and her thrusting fingers. Buffy was using both hands and her mouth on me and I knew that she was getting almost as much pleasure and satisfaction out of making me feel so good, as I was.

I was nothing but a boneless mass of perfect, pleasurable sensations. And they were building. Building and rising out of me, ballooning as my cunt did around my lover’s fingers until I was exploding. Wave after sweet wave rushed over me making me see stars and pretty colors and feel nothing but absolute love and devotion for this woman that would bring me such pleasure.

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“Buffy! Willow!”

Dawn was calling Buffy and Willow from the bottom of the stairs. I was supposed to come over by myself, holding a disc that had them making love on it. Instead, I was standing in the foyer with Casey and Claire, minus said disc, with sweaty palms and the shakes. To say I was scared was the understatement of the year.

They were going to be pissed. They were going to kick me out of their house and never let me in to their lives again. My ex-lover was going to turn her back on me, as I once did her. And Buffy, who had stood up for me and trusted me with so much, would never want to see me again. I figured I would be lucky if we left their house without Buffy trying to kill us with one of her shiny metal toys, or Willow doing the dark magicks.

“They’re probably coming.” Dawn said, turning back to us. “They usually hear me.” She explained. “You sure got a set of lungs on ya.” Casey commented and was immediately rewarded with an elbow from Claire.

I suspected Casey was noticing more than Dawn’s screaming ability. She had grown up a lot in the last year, really coming into her assets and though I considered her a sister more than anything, those changes hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Dawn eyed my friends curiously with that familiar territorial glint in her eyes, as if to say, “Don’t mess with my people.” I’m sure she gained that trait from Willow who could be very territorial and possessive when it came to her friends.

“I think we’ll sit.” I told her and headed into the living room, taking a seat on the end of the couch with Casey and Claire taking up the remainder.

If I had my way, I would’ve dragged Andi and Shell into meeting with Buffy and Will as well, so that all five of us could take part in the screaming and threatening and ass kicking.

I sighed and put my head in my hands, not sure if I was ready for what was to come.

“You okay, Tara?” Dawn asked, softly.

She sat across from us in a hard-backed chair, her elbows on her knees.

“Just tired, Dawn.” I lied. “Oh.” She didn’t say anything else and went back to looking at my friends.

I heard Buffy and Willow giggling at the top of the stairs before they quieted themselves and started down. My stomach was turning itself into knots and the lump in my throat was growing impossibly large. Each step they took made my heart beat that much faster. I swallowed a few times and realized how dry my mouth was. I was all fear and worry and couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt quite that bad. Maybe when I still thought I was a demon and was trying to hide it from everyone. But even then, it was a fear I’d lived with for a long time. This was sudden and unexpected and was making it very hard for me to sit there and not run.

“Hey guys. What’s up?”

Willow smiled brightly and squeezed Buffy’s arm before moving away to sit on the edge of the coffee table. Buffy stayed in the entryway, her hands clasped behind her back. She looked happy. Happier than I’d ever remembered seeing her, and it made me feel sick.

“Hey.” Casey said quietly, waving her hand with one quick motion.

I glanced at her and she raised her eyebrows, urging me to get it over with. I had explained the whole Slayer thing to them back at the apartment and Casey still didn’t seem that convinced she wouldn’t be able to hold her own in a fight with Buffy. That was the thing about Casey, she was really laid back, but I knew of several occasions where she turned things physical in defense of herself or her friends. I was working on helping her try to find her inner peace and to learn how to problem solve without relying on physical action. After the slayer explanation she wasn’t willing to let me go by myself, insisting that I might need back up. I reminded her that I did know magic and if the situation turned ugly, could handle myself.

As much as I feared Buffy kicking our butts all the way around and out of Sunnydale, I knew that she probably wouldn’t do that. If anything, Willow could hold her back and convince her that we weren’t worth it. And indeed, I felt we weren’t even worth the energy that she’d use laying into us. I felt lower than dirt. These were my friends and I put them in a position where they were violated and their trust torn to shreds, and the didn’t even know it yet.

“Okay, so what’s the big?” Willow asked, glancing from me to my friends and back again, her face creasing in concern. “Uh, I think we should talk without Dawn.” I told her, looking at Dawn and offering a silent apology. “Um… okay.” She got up and glanced at all of us again. “You know I’m almost sixteen and you can’t keep everything from me all of the time!” She scowled and walked past Buffy, who just rolled her eyes.

Even though I was sure Dawn would probably find a way to listen to our conversation, I waited for her door to shut and then glanced from Buffy to Willow, bracing myself.

“So spill already.” Willow urged. “What’s going on?”

She could see the fear and worry in my face, in the way I was sitting. She could probably feel the negative vibes hitting her at full force.

“Yeah Tara, what’s up with the big meeting with old friends?” Buffy asked, keeping her place.

“I-I uh… w-w-well um…” I swallowed and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “I-I h-have something to tell you.” “We kinda figured that. W-whatever it is, you can tell us.” Willow said gently, her hand finding mine and squeezing.

That was the worst thing she could possibly do. Offer me support when what I was going to tell her was going to hurt her, piss her off, and end any support and friendship she was extending to me.

“A-about the party…” I started again, removing my hand from hers and running both of them up and down my arms. “There’s something… something y-you should know… s-something…” “Look,” Buffy said, “Whatever happened at the party… I mean, it was wicked wild… but there’s nothing to worry about.” “Yes!.” Willow agreed. “The party. All good with the party.” She gave us that priceless “not even an issue,” smile.

I shook my head and got up, standing on the other side of the room, opposite Buffy. Casey and Claire sat motionless, watching me stumble and falter as my soon to be ex-friends continued to reassure me and offer support.

“There’s a disc.” I said suddenly, not looking at any of them. “W-well… there w-was a disc.” “A disc?” Asked Buffy.

I nodded.

“O-okay. Right.” Added Willow. “You mentioned a movie, so… okay, what’s this movie?”

I swallowed, still not looking at any of them.

“I-I-Its of… of um… i-its of…”

I heard a familiar melody and looked at Claire. She sat wide-eyed, blushing. Van Morrison’s ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ played out in a muted ring tone from her small hemp bag that sat in her lap. Her cell phone.

“You gonna answer that?” Buffy asked her, raising her eyebrow, knowing something was up.

Claire looked at me, mouthing an apology, knowing how close I was to finally telling them, and how much harder it would be to work my nerve back up. I nodded for her to answer her phone.

“Hello?” She spoke into the slim, blue phone softly. “Hey Andi.”

Claire glanced at Casey and then at me, her eyes growing wide again.

“We’re here now.” She told Andi. “He what?!”

Case and I exchanged looks.

“Tell him not to let it out of his sight.” She told Andi firmly. “Yeah, we’ll meet you there.”

When put the phone down and looked at me with a reassuring smile.

“Andi knows where it is and we’re going over there right now to get it.” “The…?”

She nodded. Andi knew where the disc was and we were going to get it back.

I looked at Buffy and Willow, both of them looking at us with a mixture of concern and curiosity. I realized then that Claire had been right all along. I should never have asked Shellie and Andi to put the video on a disc to bring to Buffy and Willow. I should have told them to delete the file and keep it our secret.

“Uh… we need to go. Now.” Casey said, getting up and giving her hand to Claire, who took it, nodding in agreement, and got up. “Y-yeah.” I nodded. “Sorry about… uh…”

Willow stood up and came over to me, her face still creased in worry. She put her hand on mine again. Concerned friend and former lover.

“A-are you okay?” She asked me, quietly.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

“I-I’ll explain everything later.” I told her, looking at Buffy as well.

They both nodded and I figured they understood that they wouldn’t get an explanation until I was ready.

Casey, Claire, and I were going to retrieve the disc, destroy it, and not tell Buffy or Willow a word about it.

Disc? What disc?

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Part 5

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“Oookay”

Buffy turned and arched her eyebrow. I just shook my head. I didn’t know what to think.

“Was that weird? Did that seem weird to you?”

I nodded. It was weird. And I was a bit worried about Tara.

Buffy looked back at the door briefly before turning completely toward me. Buffy’s confused face is so adorable.

“I don’t understand,” Buffy went on, “all that fuss about them coming over. And I certainly don’t understand the sudden rush to leave without any explanation.”

I nodded in agreement. Yeah, it was weird all right, but at that moment I seemed to be more caught up in the way Buffy’s eyebrows were creased. The way she was nibbling ever so slightly on her bottom lip.

“Tara said there was a disc, right?”

I nodded.

“Something about the party and a disc and then they leave!”

She was scowling and I couldn’t stop thinking about licking her bottom lip where she had, just moments ago, been nibbling it.

“We could have had more sex.” I said, suddenly.

She rolled her eyes at me.

“God, Will. Pervy much?”

I blushed, realizing I had spoken out loud. Sure I was wondering what was going on with Tara and her friends, but there was the sex. The wonderful, steamy, multi-orgasmic sex we could have been having if it hadn’t been for knowing Tara was going to stop by.

The blush didn’t last long though. I had a quick flashback to our time in the shower. I could feel a huge, dopey grin spread across my face. Pervy much? Yes! When it comes to Buffy Summers, I’m all about the perviness, thank you! Not like she could say anything. Always attacking me in the kitchen and in the hallways. She was like horny-slayer 24 hours a day, seven days a week. In fact, I’m willing to bet that during the next apocalypse, she’ll make time for us to scrump before she stops the world from ending.

Again, she rolled her eyes and turned back to the door.

“That was weird.” She commented again, quietly.

I finally made my brain focus on the recent events with Tara and her friends. Buffy was right, the whole thing was weird. Tara was really upset. No, more than that. She was scared. Scared to tell Buffy and me something. And then they get a phone call and her whole tune changed. Tara said she was okay and that she’d explain later, but that just wasn’t like her.

“My spidey sense detects trouble.” She stated before turning back to me.

“A demon?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Just maybe something that calls for a little slayer investigation?”

Without another word from me, Buffy grabbed her keys off the table and opened the door.

“I’m following them.” She told me, quickly slipping into detective mode.

“Buffy.” I started, “You can’t follow them. They’re in a car and you’re... carless.”

“Oh.”

She pouted, realizing she would have no idea in what direction they were headed even if she did have a car. She shifted her weight from one leg to the next and then put her hands on her hips.

“I’m still going out. I’ll head down town and have a look around. Keep my eye out for that little red car they’re in. I smell trouble, Will, and I want to know what’s going on.”

“Okay.” I nodded before asking, “Want me to come?”

“No, that’s okay. Stay here with Dawn. Just in case of... well, y’know, whatever.”

“Okay.”

I caught her arm before she had a chance to slip completely out the door.

“It’s probably nothing.” I assured her. “But be careful.”

“Always.” She smiled.

I quirked my eyebrow and her smile faded.

“Okay... well... not always.” She confessed. “But don’t worry, ‘kay? I’ll be careful.”

“I love you.” I told her quietly before placing a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth.

She smiled and pressed back against me.

“Love you too, Will. I’ll call if there’s trouble.”

Buffy patted her pocket where her newly purchased cell phone was. I nodded my okay and then she turned and headed down the walk.

“Oh hey, Buffy!” I called out, remembering about the cookout she had suggested.

She turned and looked at me questioningly.

“Do you want me to make some plans for that cook out you wanted to have? Call the boys... a-and Anya?”

“Yeah, Willow.” She smiled, “That would be great.”

I waved before she turned and started to make her way down the street. I watched her walk halfway down Revello before closing the door and deciding to get busy with the plans for our cookout. I needed to call Giles and Xander and see if they’d be free to come, although I really wasn’t worried about it. We always seem to do everything together, but a girl has to cover all the bases during planning. And there were the shopping lists to prepare. And the music. And games. There should always be games at a Scooby gathering...

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I smiled, remembering our talk about having everyone over for a cook out and telling them that we were together.

“Yeah, Willow. That would be great.”

She waved and I headed down the street. I wasn’t sure where I was going. Downtown Sunnydale. But I had no idea if I would find Casey’s red Civic. I might find ten red Civics, but how would I know which was Casey’s? Demons I could find. A few lesbians in a red Civic? That was an entirely different matter.

But despite me being aware that I would probably find nothing, I kept walking. There was something wrong. That, I was sure, I didn’t imagine. Any idiot could deduce the same. Tara said that there was something about the party. She had come over to give us a movie or something but she didn’t mention it when she was there. In fact, Tara seemed scared to say anything. Then a call and they’re off! It wasn’t so much that I thought Tara and her friends were up to something... even if Tara had been acting way different than I’d ever seen her before. Even Willow was surprised by Tara’s behavior. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I wanted to find out. And when the Slayer wants to find something out, she does.

Usually. Sometimes. Well, I try anyway...

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I couldn’t stop my thoughts from racing as we headed to meet Andi and Shell. Thoughts like: We never had a disc. Movie? What movie? We’re going to break the disc in half and toss it straight in the trash. Better yet, I thought we’d break the disc into many, tiny little pieces. Then burn it. Then bury it. Or drive to the beach and toss it off the pier. Only, that would have been polluting and I could never do anything like that.

“Ya know,” started Casey, “It’s not like we killed someone. We’re not going to hide a body. Or retrieve the murder weapon to throw off the pier.”

“P-pier?” I asked; my thoughts still stuck in how to destroy the disc beyond all possible recognition.

Case continued, “I mean, yeah sure... its not something anyone wants floating around and I’m glad... for all our sakes... that Andi’s brother has, at this very minute, access to the -”

“He and his friends are probably whacking off to it.” Claire offered, cutting Casey off. “In fact, he... What’s his name?”

“Markus.” Casey told her.

“Right, Markus. He and his pals will probably recognize Buffy and Willow if they see them. They’ll think of what’s on that disc. And those girls will never know.”

“Yeah, but...” Casey was trying to make things not look so bad.

“It’s a violation, Case.” Claire half-turned and caught my eye. “And we can get the disc and make sure no one else ever sees it again, but we’ll always know. And those boys will always know. And Tara’s friends will have been violated without them ever knowing. Their trust betrayed.”

I let a single tear slip down my cheek.

“We can’t change that,” Claire continued, “but we can try to make it better.”

She reached out and touched my cheek, wiping away my tears.

“I’m sorry, Tar.”

I closed my eyes fighting the tears that inevitably would come again. I knew what Claire was saying. I knew she was right.

“But we have to tell them anyway.” I said, quietly.

“What??!”

Case pulled her eyes from the road and looked around wildly, glancing back and forth between Claire and me.

“Are you insane, Tara? How is that making it better? We’re in the clear now!”

“Its the right thing to do.” I told them, forcing myself to look up.

Claire nodded, but stayed quiet.

“Right thing to do, my ass!” Casey shouted and gunned the engine. “We’re not telling them shit. We’re going to get that disc and kill it and bury it and never say anything else about it!”

I shook my head against her words. I couldn’t do that. If Buffy and Willow never wanted to talk to me again, then so be it. I couldn’t just let this go. I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt, especially now that Andi’s brother and his friends had watched it.

“Nope. No. No. No way!” Casey continued. “You’re in the clear here with this shit, Tara. And that’s the way it’s going to stay.”

I slid forward in my seat so that I was leaning between the two front seats.

“I’m going to tell them. You don’t have to have anything to do with it. But I need to tell them, for my own peace of mind.”

Casey set her jaw but said nothing else. She was angry.

“Please, Casey.”

I put my hand on her arm, running my thumb back and forth to soothe her.

“I know you’re just looking out for me,” My voice was quiet, soothing. “But I have to do it.”

Casey sighed and gave me a nod but refrained from anything more. She knew when to quit a losing battle.

I kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”

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“If my sister knows there’s another copy she’ll kill me. And then she’ll come here and kill all of you.”

I sat down in a huff. I couldn’t believe I had let Burr talk me into letting him make a copy of the home video. The home video of Dawn’s sister…

I leaned forward, putting my head in my hands and groaned. This whole thing was a mess. And it wasn’t even really my mess. I just walked into it. Just happened to be the brother of the idiot who thought it would be cool to record any overnight guests in her apartment. What would mom think?

“Dude, don’t worry about it.” Burr started, “No one’s gonna find out. It’ll just be our little secret. Right, Jay? Paul?”

I looked up and saw them nodding in agreement.

“Wiggs?”

Wiggs glanced at me and then nodded.

“Yeah. Totally.” He said before breaking out into a grin. “Come on Mark, you can’t tell me you don’t think that vid’s hot.”

“I never said that.”

I stood up and stretched. This evening was becoming way too stressful.

“I just don’t think it’s right.”

“Yeah, well… too late now.” Burr picked up the extra copy and waved it absently in the air. “This baby’s stayin’ here.”

I picked up my warm beer and chugged. They were right. What was the harm if no one ever knew? So we had a copy of two chicks fucking each other and I just happened to know who they were and who recorded them. So what?

“Yeah. Whatever.” I shrugged and threw the empty bottle in the trashcan. “I need another beer.”

“Yeah man, me too.”

I started up the stairs with Wiggs behind me when I heard Jay say, “Let’s watch it again.”

I shook my head. I had a feeling I was going to regret this.

I handed Wiggs another cold one, absently saying, “here” when I heard the doorbell.

Yeah, I knew for sure I was going to regret it.

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I cut across the Davidson’s lawn and through their backyard in order to trim half a mile off my trip toward downtown. Xander had shown me the short cut through blocks of neighborhoods years ago. It aided him plenty when he was s