Filling In the Gaps

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“So you don’t know these girls?” Buffy asked, holding her black leather boot in front of her as she slid her foot in. “Who?” I asked coming into her room to retrieve my necklace off her bedside table. “These… girls… the ones having the party.” She clarified. “Oh… nope.” I closed the clasp and let the charm fall onto my chest where it lay in the open V of my shirt. “ Tara seems to think I should know them though…” I shrugged, turning to appraise myself in the mirror. “I might have met them… but they don’t sound familiar.” Buffy stood up, brushing down the front of her leather pants.

“How do I look?” “Hot. Like you always do.” I grinned, giving her a quick wink before turning away again to readjust my shirt. “So does that mean I’m party worthy?” She asked stepping behind me. “I could change.” “Mmmm… better not change… I might not let you get your clothes back on.” I told her, pressing my back into her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts. “Oh really?” “Mmm Hmm…” I turned and caught her lips with my own. We kissed deeply and at length, tasting fresh mint and sweet lip-glosses, our tongues slowly tumbling back and forth.

Breaking off the kiss, Buffy leaned her forehead against mine and whispered against my lips, tickling them.

“We could… stay here tonight… have a little fun on our own.” I giggled. She was insatiable and I loved it.

“I don’t know Buffy… we did tell Tara we’d go. They’re probably already on their way.” “But Will…” She whined, pulling my hips toward her, cutting off the remaining space between us. “Dawn’s not even here tonight.” “Yeah, ‘cause you sent her to Xander’s so you wouldn’t worry.” “Oh yeah…” Buffy grinned. “And she’s spending the night… we could…” I cut her off with my finger to her lips.

“We said we were going, and we’re going.” I stated firmly. She pulled away from me, pouting. She was so cute, decked out in Slayer-worthy leather, pouting because I wouldn’t let us stay home to have sex all over the house, and I knew that that was exactly what she had in mind. “Okay… here’s a deal.” I said, stepping to her. “Deal?” “We go to the party… a-and if you’re not having fun and want to leave, we’ll take a cab home… and then we can…” “Okay!” She agreed readily, shaking my hand. I looked at her suspiciously for a few seconds.

“You’re not going to have fun, are you?” “Gee Will,” She started, shaking her head. “I’ll try… but I can’t promise anything.” The sarcasm dripped off her words. “Buffy…” I warned. “Hey we shook on it.” She pointed out. “If there’s no fun for Buffy we come home.” She spun around with a huge grin on her face and grabbed her keys before exiting the room. Before I could get another word in I heard the doorbell ring.

“They’re here!” Buffy yelled from the end of the hallway. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” I mumbled, checking myself once more in the mirror.

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“They’re here!” I shouted back down the hall before heading down the stairs to let Tara and her friends in. Opening the door, I saw Tara standing there in a very low cut maroon shirt that showed off her creamy cleavage quite well. I had to force my eyes away from the sight in front of me to look in her eyes and smile.

“Hi.” She gave me a short wave and a smile. “Hey Tara. Will’ll be right down.” I stepped out of the way to let her in. “Oh, okay. This is Casey.” Tara said, motioning to the girl standing behind her. “Case, this is Buffy.” Casey stepped into the house and smiled. She was tall. Very tall. Her short hair was dyed a deep purple and she sported a ring in her nose. From the sleeveless shirt she wore, I could see the black tribal tattoo that circled her upper arm. It reminded me of Faith’s. “Hi there.” She said with a quick smile. I looked up at her and smiled back, trying to hide my shock at her height.

“Oh I know… I’m tall.” She said nodding. “I get that all the time.” “Oh, well… I’m kind of on the short side actually.” I responded lamely. She simply smiled back, before looking around the foyer.

I heard Willow start her descent down the stairs and all three of us turned to watch. A grin spread across my face as our eyes met briefly, remembering how we’d spent the last two hours before getting ready for the night. “Hey guys.” She said nearing the bottom. “Hi Willow.” Tara smiled. “This is Casey. Case, this is Willow.” “How’s it going?” Casey asked with a smile. “Great, you?” Willow asked back. “Just great.” “So everyone’s great?” I asked, ready to get this show on the road. The quicker I got us there, the quicker I could convince Willow to head back home. Three sets of eyes turned to me briefly before I sighed inwardly and turned toward the door.

We piled into Casey’s Red Civic and quickly headed down the road. “So where are we going?” Asked Willow beside me in the back seat. Tara looked back. “You know w-where Kent Prep is?” Willow nodded.

“We’re in the apartment complex near there.” Added Casey as she began the perilous task of parallel parking in front of the liquor store. “Oh.” Willow sat back. “Told Claire I’d pick up some more liquor.” Casey said to Tara who nodded, releasing her seatbelt. She turned back to the two of us as Casey got out.

“You staying here?” She asked. “Yeah, we’re cool.” Willow nodded. “Okay.” We watched Tara follow Casey into the liquor store before turning to each other.

I caught her in a kiss before she had a chance to say anything and tugged gently at her bottom lip, demanding access. She parted her lips and I slipped my tongue inside, exploring the confines of her warm, wet mouth. Her hand tightened its grip on my thigh as she leaned into me, meeting my tongue with hers. We kissed at length, our mouths pulling and chasing back and forth, breathing large puffs of air out through our nostrils, determined to get in as much kissing before Tara and Casey came back.

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I turned back toward Willow and Buffy as Casey closed the door.

“You staying here?” I asked. “Yeah, we’re cool.” Willow told me. I looked between the two briefly before adding a quick ‘Okay’ and followed Casey into the liquor store. The store was brightly lit, with rows and rows of every type of liquor one could possibly want. Cases and displays were stacked anywhere there was room and walking through without touching one was hard work. It smelled like spilt whisky and mildew, reminding me of my Father’s bedroom after my Mother passed away. “So w-what are we getting?” I asked Casey, looking around at the array of dark colored bottles in front of us. “Hmmm… well Claire said to make sure we got Tequila… which…” She looked behind her, glancing around. “Is over there.” She pointed at a large gold and white display.

“Oh… I’ll get it.” I made my way over to the tequila display and looked at several different ones before glancing back at Casey. “Which do I get?” I asked. She looked back toward me again and I held up a small white labeled bottle and another, gold labeled one.

“Get the gold, but get that big one right there.” She pointed off to my right and I followed where she was pointing. I picked up the jug-sized bottle, questioning who on earth could drink that much.

“This one?” I asked her walking back to her. “Yup.” She nodded glancing down at the jug in my hands before returning to the two bottles she was trying to decide on in her hands. “What’s that?” I asked. She grinned and gave me a sly look.

“You really don’t drink much do you?” She asked. I blushed at my naiveté and shook my head. “O-only when I’m with you guys… a-and then… I just drink what you give me.” I laughed at my absurdity. Casey gave me a large smile and snaked her arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Tar, we’ll break you in yet.” She laughed and squeezed me tighter. “Okay… this is Southern Comfort… I can’t decide if I want the white or black…” “S-southern C-comfort?” I remembered the last time I drank that stuff and it was not pretty. “I-I think I’ll be passing on that tonight.” “Oh come on… you seemed to like it last time.” “Last time I w-woke up naked in your bed and I could hardly remember most of the night… plus… I w-was sick for two days.” “Well that’ll happen when you try to finish a whole bottle by yourself.” “W-w-what??” I asked, unbelieving. Surely I hadn’t drank that much. “Sweetie…” She touched my chin with her fingertip. “Claire hates this stuff. There was just me and little ol’ you doing those shots… and I honestly thought I wasn’t going to be able to keep up.” I shook my head in disbelief.

“No way.” I stated. “I don’t drink.” She gave me a knowing look.

“W-well… I used to… um, not drink.” I shook my head, a grin creeping onto my lips. “I really drank that much?” I asked her again, looking up. “Totally.” She gave me a quick peck on my forehead. “But, we’ve got um…” She looked around before returning her attention to me. “Vodka, rum… Mmm… Kahlua…” We walked around the store, picking up bottle after bottle until both our arms were full of brown and clear liquor.

“I guess that’s it?” “This is all… really?” I asked, the sarcasm evident in my tone. “Funny girl.” She placed her bottles on the counter, then took mine and did the same. “Actually… whoever’s there already will be real happy when we get there… there’s hardly anything left from the last time.” She presented her ID to the questioning man behind the counter. “Never restocked.” She clarified, turning back to me. “Oh.” Casey paid and the mustached clerk bagged the bottles, separating them into two large paper bags. We walked back toward the door where Casey stopped suddenly.

“Hey Tara?” “Yes?” I asked looked up at her. “What you said before… about waking up naked in my bed…” “What about it?” I watched the frown form on her face while she struggled for whatever it was that she wanted to ask.

“It’s just that…” She looked me in the eye and I could see the worry dance around in hers. “You don’t… I mean… you’re okay with this… right?” I smiled reassuringly and put my hand on her arm, squeezing lightly.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” I told her. “U-unless… I mean… unless you put a spell on me…” I grinned. “Shyeah… right. Witch Fu, that’s me.” She laughed lightly, knowing it sometimes still bothered me what Willow did, but for the most part, I was over it, over her except in an only friend type capacity. She opened the door, holding it open for me as we stepped back into the fresh air of an early Sunnydale evening. Upon nearing the car though, she stopped again suddenly, causing me to almost lose the grip on the paper bag held to my chest as I nearly ran into her.

“What-?” “Uh… I think we just found out if Buffy’s into girls.” Casey said glancing back at me. “Huh? What are you-” I followed her line of site to the car. Though it was already starting to get dark, the street lamp and the lights from the store made the view plain to see. Buffy and Willow were caught up in a desperate lip lock, holding each other tight. I had no doubt that this was not their first kiss.

“Oh…” I sighed, wanting to avert my gaze, but unable to. “Um… you didn’t know… about that?” Casey gestured toward the car. I shook my head, still staring in disbelief at what I saw. Willow’s hand was roaming up the side Buffy’s neck and Buffy’s hand was tangled in Willow’s hair. “I-I…” I wasn’t sure what to say. “I think… I knew W-w-willow had a… thing… for her… but…” “You don’t think they… before…?” I looked at her in shock. Willow wouldn’t do that to me. Would she? No way. I shook my head, knowing in my heart that she wouldn’t have done that. “No… absolutely not!” Casey put up her hands and took a step back in defense.

“Okay… calm down. I was just wondering.” “S-sorry… but no. I think this is… must be a new… thing.” I glanced back toward the car just in time to see them break off their kiss and I quickly averted my gaze again. Casey was already near the trunk, her hand fishing in her jean pocket for her keys.

“Come on Tar, we gotta jet.” She told me. I made my way over to her, putting my bag in the trunk next to hers. I made sure not to look in the backseat. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I just didn’t want them to know I saw them. “Get everything you need?” Buffy asked as we climbed back into the car. “Yup, all set.” Casey answered brightly before gunning the engine and taking off down the road.

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I broke away, knowing we had to stop and let my forehead rest against hers briefly before quickly reclaiming her mouth, sliding my tongue over her bottom lip. Her fingers laced into my hair, pulling me back tighter against her and I slid my hand up her neck, loving the feel of her soft skin under my hands. I found her pulse point and let my finger linger there. Quickly we kissed, desperate for a few extra seconds of each others touch and taste.

Muffled voices not far from the car made us pull back. Good thing too, I glanced out the side window to see Tara standing there holding a bag as Casey came toward the car. I sat back on my side of the car, straightening my shirt and running my hands quickly through my hair. Buffy did the same, producing a compact to check herself.

“We should just tell her.” Buffy said quietly. Casey and Tara were at the back of the car, putting the bags in the trunk.

“I know… it’s just… kind of weird.” I bit my lip, unsure if I could convey my feelings. “You and me?” She asked, concerned. I looked over at her, catching her hand on the seat between us.

“Never us.” I smiled and squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her that it had nothing to do with us as a couple. “Just… telling her… and…” I shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. O-okay… idea.” “What’s that?” “You can tell her!” I said excited, completely convinced that would be the best course of action. “Uh… don’t you think you should do that?” She questioned, looking at me closely. I rolled my eyes at her logic.

“Grumble grumble.” Casey and Tara got back into the car.

“Get everything you need?” Buffy asked them. “Yup, all set.” Casey smiled in the rearview before she gunned the engine. We took off down the street and I leaned back, sliding down a bit in my seat for the ride, knowing it was at least twenty minutes to Kent Prep. I watched as Tara leaned over Casey, smiling up at her briefly, before turning down the visor and retrieving a CD from the sleeve there.

“This one?” She asked Casey who nodded her approval before Tara sat back in her own chair. “Way cool Tar.” Casey continued. “You guys like Orgy?” She asked looking at us in the rearview. “Excuse me?” Buffy asked quickly. “Music group, not an offer.” Tara clarified for us. “Yet.” Casey added with a grin. “Uh… don’t think I’ve heard them before.” I told them as I watched Tara swat Casey’s arm playfully for the last comment. In return, Casey grinned back at her, placing her hand on Tara’s corduroyed thigh and giving her a squeeze. “Like you’ll say no later.” I heard Casey say softly right before the music started. Tara’s blush flooded all the way down her neck, and from my angle behind Casey, I could tell Tara was trying to keep a grin off her face. From her reaction, I could tell that at some point she hadn’t refused that offer in the past. My ex-girlfriend turned the volume up considerably and we were inundated with a heavy bass line and loud percussion. I had never heard them as far as I knew, but so far, they sounded pretty good. I was surprised though, to see Tara already into the beat, mouthing the words along with the singer. I also noticed that Casey didn’t remove her hand from Tara’s thigh, which made me wonder if they weren’t going out and she just never told me, or did I just assume that Casey was going out with Claire? “So…” I started, leaning forward to put my face near the backs of their seats. “You and Claire are together then?” I asked glancing from the girl’s hand on Tara’s leg to her face. “More or less.” She answered simply, keeping her eyes on the road. “Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “We’re uh… non exclusive.” She continued. I still wasn’t sure what she meant so I nodded as if I did anyway. “They have an o-open relationship.” Tara explained, glancing at me before she looking down at the hand on her leg briefly. She didn’t turn back toward me, instead continued singing the song that was on while looking out the window. “Oh, so… you see other people?” “Sometimes.” “But you… live together… right?” “Yup…” Casey turned nodded, turning onto another road. “Actually, there’s very little seeing other people without Claire or I involved.” I frowned, not sure what she meant. Tara always was good at reading my mind and again she had to clarify things to me.

“What Case is saying, is that they have an open relationship that allows them to see other p-people besides each other… but most of the time, they simply invite… hmm… a third party to join them… does that make sense?” She asked, searching my face. “Oh… okay.” I nodded that her description made a lot more sense now, but it still didn’t mean I got it. I leaned back in my seat again turned my body toward Buffy, lacing my fingers with hers on the seat between us. I caught her eye and then gestured with my own toward the front of the car, trying to convey that something was going on between Tara and Casey. She was oblivious, as she often is not barring demons and vampires. That doesn’t make me love her any less, just makes me want to try harder. I squeezed her hand, grabbing her attention again and made my eyes wide before swinging them in the direction of our companions. She shrugged her shoulders as if to ask ‘what?’ I rolled my eyes and made her look down at my hand. I pointed my index finger toward the front of the car, then showed her my hand, placed it on her thigh briefly, before pointing to Casey. Again I put my hand on her thigh before pointing to Tara. I could see something dawning in her features.

Abruptly she sat up, replacing my previous spot.

“So…” Buffy started. I saw her glance down between the two before she continued. “Is this an intimate setting, few friends good times kind of deal or uh drunken frat type frolic?” Casey laughed at that and from between where Buffy was seated and the driver side car seat, I saw her remove her hand from Tara’s thigh to cover her mouth as she laughed. Buffy sat back with a scowl on her face.

“I… I’m sorry… it’s just that…” Casey laughed some more, shaking her head. Again, Tara had to interpret. “Casey and Claire have a strict policy against anything Greek.” She explained. “Yes, we have a… a very open party.” She smiled at Tara who nodded. “We don’t pay to have friends and we hate groups that discriminate, for uh… obvious reasons…” “Oh… yeah I could see that.” Buffy nodded. I remembered the few parties that we attended at Riley’s “frat” house and wow, always loads of fun boy, let me tell you. “Mmmm… most of the time we just have a few friends over, hang out… and do… other stuff…” Casey grinned at Tara, who again couldn’t help the blush that came over her face and I was soon dying to know just what my ex-girlfriend had gotten in to. “But tonight… well there’s gonna be a lot of people there with it being Spring Break. Most of our neighbors are gone, but my friends Shelley and Andi live next door and above us is Melissa and Jen. We sort of all decided to throw a big party.” As if on cue, Casey turned into the small apartment complex, going past the first set of buildings toward the back. I looked out the window as a small crowd of people came into view near the end of the second building.

“Guess this is it.” Buffy said looking toward the crowd of mostly girls hung on the stairs between the first and second floors. Casey pulled into one of the only empty parking spaces, beeping the horn for a few stragglers to move out of the way. The three girls who had stood there moments before waved happily at us before turning back to their conversation. The deep thumping of bass and percussion could be heard even inside the car.

“Okay,” Casey started as she shut the engine off. “That’s me and Claire’s apartment there,” She pointed straight ahead where an open door provided a view into a very crowded apartment. “We have the liquor. Shelley and Andi’s,” She pointed to the open apartment beside hers. “They have food and beer, probably more liquor. Directly upstairs you’ll find Mel and Jen, they have the keg and probably a few bongs… so if that’s not your thing… well it can get pretty smoky in there.” She giggled softly before stepping out with the rest of us behind her. As soon as we exited the car, Casey and Tara were greeted by most of the women standing outside.

“You get the feeling Tara comes here a lot?” I asked Buffy who had met me in front of the car, looking from apartment to apartment and the many people that littered in and out. “You noticed that too huh?” She asked, pointing toward two girls making out on the balcony. “And that?” “Oh wow…” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Come on Will… let’s mingle!” Buffy joked, grabbing my arm and dragging me into Casey’s apartment.

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Stepping into the apartment was like stepping into another world. Candles and incense burned from various areas of the room, the floors vibrated from the music blasting out of the large speakers near the front door, and the lamps were shaded with scarves, diffusing the light into soft reds and gold. People, mostly women sat or stood throughout the large living room holding large red party cups trying to talk over the music. In various dark corners, especially near the hallway, which I assumed led to the bedrooms and bathroom, couples made out, groping and kissing oblivious to the throngs of people around them.

I had to admit; aside from all the people Tara’s friends had a really nice apartment. Black, overstuffed furniture was set up around a large iron and glass coffee table with matching ends. A large entertainment center sat in the far wall, where I assumed the speakers had originally stood. On the wall opposite the couch and loveseat was a tall bookcase overstuffed with books, and on either side stood two very large rubber plants that looked as if they might break the pots that held them. A large painting hung over the couch of two nude women laying in each other’s arms, their faces obscured. “This place is nice.” I said, looking around. We were heading toward the kitchen, trying to politely weave our way through the small group gathered directly in our path. “What?” Willow shouted in my ear. “Oh!” I leaned in to her, speaking close to her ear. “I said this place is really nice!” She nodded in agreement. “I want a drink!” She let me know. “Okay…” I gripped her hand and we finally made it through the slew of woman who smiled and parted for us. After we each got drinks, of which I only sipped mine, having never fully gotten over the whole Cave-Slayer thing freshman year, we tried to relax and enjoy the music.

Unable to ever fully relax around a large group of people if Willow was near, I kept my awareness high and let her enjoy herself as she realized that she knew a few of the women here from her classes.

Trying to keep up with the conversation, even though I really had no idea what they were talking about, I found that I had drank my entire fruity concoction, even against my own warning. I looked over at Willow’s and saw that she was almost done with hers as well. I leaned toward her, getting her attention away from the others briefly.

“Hey baby.” I whispered in her ear. “Hey yourself.” She smiled. “Want another?” I asked, indicating the almost empty cup in her hand. She looked down and shrugged. “Sure.” “Don’t move ‘kay?” I kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back.” “You’re such the protector.” She told me with a grin. “Always.” I said again before turning toward the kitchen. I was almost to the kitchen when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning quickly I caught sight of Casey’s tall figure. “Hey!” She smiled. “Hi.” “You getting another?” She asked pointing to the cup. “Yeah… for me and Will.” “I’ll come with.” She told me and I followed her into the kitchen where two women, one with a shaved head and the other with long curly auburn hair stood mixing drinks. Casey kissed the auburn on the cheek before telling her something I couldn’t catch in her ear. She grinned, blushing, and turned away to go back to her task. Casey smiled broadly before turning back to me. “Are you having fun?” She asked. “Oh… yeah… much fun am I having…” “Good…” She turned back to the other girls. “Two ‘sex on the beaches’ please ladies.” “I really like your place.” I told her, not knowing what else to say. She smiled, glancing around. “Well… it’s home, ya know?” I nodded.

“You like the music?” She asked just as the current song ended and a new one came on. “Um… yeah… a lot of it I haven’t heard before though.” “Really?” “Yup… sounds pretty good though. Nice beat.” “Nice beat…” She grinned. “Yeah.” “Who’s this?” I asked, gesturing with my hand and watched her pour a thick brown liquid into a shot glass. She listened for a moment, swallowed the shot down, cleared her throat and then gave me another broad smile.

“The Crystal Method… Prodigy was the one before. Ever heard of them?” “Uh… I think my sister might like them.” I felt very out of the loop. She laughed lightly and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “You’re welcome to borrow some CDs if you really like them.” “Um… thanks.” “Here.” I heard the girl behind us say. We both turned and the shaven head girl held out two plastic cups toward us. “Thanks.” I took the cups from her. “Thanks Blakely.” Casey said, all too sweetly. The other girl simply smirked. We headed back toward the living room, Casey stopping at almost every woman we passed to either say hi or whisper something in her ear that would inevitably leave the woman blushing. I had an idea that this woman in my company got around a lot.

“So you and Willow are like together now right?” She asked suddenly, turning to me. “Huh?” I wasn’t sure how she had come to that conclusion. “You and Willow, doing the deed…?” I opened my mouth, but could only shut it again because I was at a loss for words.

She laughed again. “In case you haven’t noticed, most of the people here are women, and almost all of them are lesbians. You might want to stake your claim, instead of pretending like there’s nothing between you. Unless of course you’re open, like me and Claire…” “Uh… s-stake my claim?” I was only a sentence behind. “Which…” She continued. “You know… you should really consider inviting Tara to join… she’d so be into that.” “Excuse me, did you just tell me to invite Tara?” “Oh yeah… she’d so dig that.” “Uh… Uh…” “Hey!” Casey shouted to someone behind me, waving her hand excitedly. “Sorry Buff, I gotta jet, I’ll catch up with you and Will later, kay?” “Uh… huh.” I nodded, watching her disappear behind a small group of women only to reappear in another woman’s arms, kissing softly. Invite Tara? Huh? Not that Tara wouldn’t be hot in bed, that I have no doubt. Memories of hearing her and Willow have sex while I slid my hips back and forth on my hand, knees drawn up, face buried in my pillow flooded my mind momentarily and I literally had to shake my head to rid the thoughts and clear my vision. Looking around the large, dimly lit room, I spotted Willow and another woman standing near the couch. The other woman stood at least a half a foot taller than her. She had spiked brown hair and her defined muscles stood out on her sleeveless arms. Taking a step past a couple that were whispering in each other’s ears, I finally saw that the woman was gripping Willow’s arm hard enough to cause her to wince. Anger boiled up in me, making me want pick that woman up and toss her through a window. Who the hell did she think she was to touch my Willow like that? I quickly made my way over to them, depositing the drinks on an end table on the way. I caught Willow’s eyes as she whispered my name just as I came up behind the other woman. I couldn’t see Willow from my stance any longer since the tall spiky haired girl towered over both of us and sported very broad shoulders as well. Putting my hands on my hips and looking up at her I said, “I think you need to get your hands off her.”

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“Don’t move ‘kay?” She kissed my cheek softly. “I’ll be right back.” “You’re such the protector.” I told her with a grin. “Always.” She responded before leaving in search of new drinks. I followed her with my eyes through the small crowd, admiring that great back view, feeling like a teenager, remembering all those times in high school I walked up the stairs behind in.

“She’s really hot.” I heard Beth in my ear. “Excuse me?” I asked turning to her. I knew Beth from my calculus class. “Your girlfriend, right?” She asked, her eyes returning to where Buffy had been a second before. “Oh… um… uh… yeah.” I finally managed to get out. “I was just saying she’s a hottie. Not that I’m interested… just pointing it out.” Beth finished smiling. “Oh… um, yeah… she’s… she’s beautiful.” I amended. Hottie, yup, I know it. I got me a hottie. I couldn’t help but grin. I got me a hot Slayer. Woo hoo for me! “Hey you two, Andi wanted us to come see their new aquarium… you know how she is about those damn fish.” I looked over to see Jess lending her hand for another woman I didn’t know to get up. “You coming?” Beth asked me. I shook my head. “No, I told Buffy I’d wait for her.” “Okay… we’ll see you later.” With that, they all got up and left, leaving me feeling a slight bit out of place. I looked around, hoping I’d catch sight of Tara or Casey before Buffy got back. Unfortunately I hadn’t seen Tara since we first arrived, and I didn’t recognize anyone else. I tapped my foot to the music and finished the last of my drink, which actually wasn’t as strong as I first feared. As long as I didn’t find a dead body, I’d be okay. “Hi there.” I heard someone say behind me. I turned to see a tall, muscular woman in a tank top propped on the back of the loveseat. “Oh… uh, Hi.” I tried to smile, but something told me this woman wanted more than to just chat. “Mind if I sit?” She asked as she came around in front of me and took as seat beside me where Beth had been sitting. “Sure.” “You look damn good, you know that?” She ran the tip of her finger up my forearm. “Uh… thanks?” I squeaked, trying to shift closer to the armrest and away from her. Only problem was I was already squished against it. “You here with someone?” She asked, never meeting my eye. She was undressing me with her eyes, I just know it! “Yes. Yes I am.” I said firmly, my eyes darting beyond her head, hoping to spot Buffy in the crowd. The woman shook her head, spiky hair never budging in the movement.

“What woman would ever leave you alone?” She asked, repeating her earlier action of running her finger up my forearm, only this time she let it linger near my breast until I pulled away from her. She met my eyes finally, trying to find something there I assume. “She’s coming right back.” I assured her. “I’m sure she is sweets.” She grinned. “That doesn’t mean you and me can’t have a little fun though.” Instead of dragging her fingers across my arm, she put her whole hand on my upper thigh.

“Get your hand off my leg.” I told her firmly, hoping not to cause a scene. “Mmm… like to give orders huh?” She gave me a squeeze before continuing. “Sorry hon, I’m not really the bottom type.” I pushed her hand away, standing. She followed right behind me, an angry glint entering her eyes as she stared at me.

“What’s your rush babe?” She grabbed my arm, squeezing tight. It hurt a lot and I couldn’t yank free. My eyes darted around the room until they landed on Buffy rushing toward us, the anger evident on her smooth features. “Buffy…” I whispered just as this tall menace began pulling me closer. Her fingers were entirely too tight on my arm and I knew I’d have a bruise in the morning. “I think you need to get your hands off her.” Buffy said, standing firm behind the towering form that held me. “What?” She said, half turning to look at Buffy while she still held my arm. “I said, get your hands off my girlfriend.” Buffy’s voice rose higher, while she still regained that self-control the vamps hated her for. The woman began laughing, a deep guttural laugh, letting everyone know that she was highly amused. Glancing around I saw several others looking at us and noticed the scared looks on their faces. I’m pretty sure that this woman was not someone most of them would ever mess with. Fortunately for me, my girlfriend was the Slayer and could mop the floor with her ass. “Oh please…” The woman sneered. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She dropped my arm and turned to face Buffy fully. “What’s little ol’ you gonna do about it.” “How about you get lost… and I won’t have to show you.” Again she laughed, shaking her head.

Without warning, the tall woman’s arm shot out and I just knew her fist was going to connect with Buffy’s nose. Having fast reflexes though, Buffy was able to sidestep and grab the woman hand with her own. Before any of us knew what was happening, Buffy had the woman turned back toward me, holding her arm against her back almost to the breaking point with one hand, while the other squeezed the back of her neck. “Now…” Began Buffy as everyone in the room had their full attention on us. If this had been a bar room brawl in a movie, someone would’ve pulled the plug on the jukebox. “You see this beautiful woman in front of you?” She asked the tall woman, yanking her head up. The woman glanced at me, from the way Buffy was forcing her to lean over, we were almost eye level. She didn’t say anything and I saw the glint of fury dancing in her eyes. I was pretty sure she was not used to being on the receiving of her current position. Buffy pushed the woman’s arm up harder into her back and I was sure any further and I would hear it snap. As if they had read my thoughts about the music, someone lowered the volume and there was only the steady throb from the second radio in the apartment upstairs. “Oww!” The woman howled before biting her lip. She closed her eyes in pain. “I’m sorry… I didn’t think you wanted a broken arm.” Buffy quipped in her usual chipper way. She put a little more pressure on the arm, making the woman’s eyes shoot open as she gritted her teeth. “Now… let’s try this again.” Buffy looked at me for a minute and although I kind of wanted her to just let the woman go so we could head home, I also wanted to let her do her thing, it was actually turning me on. “Do you see this beautiful woman in front of you here?” As the woman looked at me, I saw her eyes well up with tears. I could tell she was in a lot of pain. She tried to nod, but Buffy’s hand on her neck prevented her from much movement. “Ye- yeah…” She finally managed. “Good.” Buffy nodded. Behind Buffy I saw Tara and Casey come out from the hallway, both stopping in shock at the site in front of them. They looked around quickly before Casey attempted to take a step toward us. Tara stopped her with a hand to her shoulder.

“Because that’s my girlfriend you were groping.” Buffy continued. “She means everything in the world to me and I would literally kill to keep her safe.” Buffy brought the woman’s head up slightly. “Do you understand that?” Her voice took on a harsher tone. “I…” “Do you?” She asked again, putting even more pressure on the arm. “Yes!” The woman shouted in pain. “Now say you’re sorry.” Buffy’s tone sounded like one she’d use on a child who wouldn’t share a crayon. “I…” The woman began, unable to look at me. Buffy pulled the woman up higher and one lonely tear fell down her face. I couldn’t help it, but I was mesmerized by Buffy’s actions and could feel my heart beating faster with my arousal. “I’m sorry.” The tall woman finally told me, glancing at me one single time before averting her gaze to the floor again. “Good.” Buffy said happily. “Now behave yourself.” She chided before letting her go. I stepped out of the way as the woman stumbled a bit, holding her arm. You could see the fury dancing through her, bubbling just under the skin. She turned back and glared at us as Buffy wrapped her arm around my waist. Buffy raised her eyebrows as if questioning the woman if there was anything else she could help her with. With an angry scowl and a few curse words, the woman was out the door. No one said anything for a few tense moments and I turned to Buffy, burying my head on her shoulder. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but I had been very close to using magicks on the woman. “What the hell was that?” I heard a woman cry from behind Buffy. Turning around we saw Casey and Tara standing there as everyone else’s voices began to swell in volume again. I heard a lot of ‘I don’t believe it’ and ‘she’s lucky.’ “Willow wasn’t enjoying her company.” Buffy told her, shrugging. “No, no, no… I mean… how the hell did you do that?” Casey looked Buffy up and down. “I mean… J.J.’s a real bitch, hell I know that… and if it was up to me she wouldn’t even be here… but… how the hell… she’s strong Buffy… real strong, and you… you look like…” “Well I work out too…” Buffy lied. “And… maybe it was just luck.” “No way… she could have gotten out of that easy…” Casey shook her head, not believing what she had just witnessed. “Are you okay?” Tara asked me, glancing at Buffy’s arm still around my waste. I rubbed my arm where the woman, J.J., had held me.

Someone turned the volume on the stereo back up and we were once again inundated with heavy bass lines.

“Yeah… gonna have a bruise I think.” “Oh… shit… I’m sorry Will…” Casey started. “No… no its cool, I’ve had plenty.” I tried to smile, but the fact was I was feeling real uncomfortable standing there with Buffy holding me, and Tara waiting for the answer to her unasked question. Buffy took her arm away and turned to face Tara.

“Hey Tara… um… look… uh…” “I guess… you guys…” “We’re uh…” I tried. “They’re together sweetie. I thought we sorted this out.” Casey said coming to stand behind Tara. “Sorted?” I asked looking between the two. “W-we saw you kissing… at the store.” Tara told us, trying to keep her eyes between us, rather than on either one of us. “Oh.” I nodded. “Sorry.” Buffy started. “We should have said something.” “No, that’s… that’s um…” Tara nodded. “That’s r-really great.” One of her token smiles graced her lips and I felt pressure ease off my mind. I really didn’t know how Tara would take the news; I just knew I didn’t want to hurt her any further than I had when we were together. Casey shook her head and shrugged, still not able to process how Buffy was able to subdue J.J.

“I still don’t know how you did that.” Casey told Buffy. “You’re so tiny.” She laughed, shaking her head. She put her arms out and shrugged. “But hey… if you ever feel the need to do it again, feel free. I can’t stand that bitch!” With that Casey leaned over and whispered something in Tara’s ear. “Uh… okay.” Buffy responded. Tara blushed and nodded, turning back to us.

“A-are you sure you’re all right?” She asked her tone lowered in concern. I nodded with a smile, linking my arm with Buffy’s. “W-we’ll be next door.” Tara said before turning away and following Casey out through the door. Buffy turned to me, wrapped me in her arms and held me tight.

“I love you.” She whispered in my ear. “I love you too.” I told her, holding her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here… when…” “No… no it’s okay… I’m just glad you showed up when you did.” I pulled back from her, looking her in her face, tracing the worry lines with my fingers. “Buffy… I…” I looked down, unsure of the words to use. “I almost used magicks…” I spoke in hushed tones and I feared she wouldn’t hear me. “You…” I glanced up to see her studying my face. She wrapped me in her arms again and I rested my head on her shoulder. “Baby, I’m so sorry… are you okay?” She asked softly. “I’m fine. I just… I could feel it… like… right under my skin…” “But… how…?” She asked, pulling away again to look me in the eyes. “The power’s in me Buffy… getting rid of the herbs and candles, the crystals… those are… they’re tools for spells… but… the power…” I shook my head, looking down. “It’s in here.” I put my hand on my chest. “Oh…” She nodded, placing her hand on my cheek. Neither of us said anything for a few moments, just looked at each other, her hand softly stroking my cheek as people moved around us, some dancing while others simply talked.

“I’m so proud of you.” She said at last. “What?” I asked, not sure why she would be. “Willow… you have the power to do magic… it’s in you… and you still didn’t use it.” She took me in her arms again, placing her lips softly on my ear. “You always amaze me.” She said softly. Our lips met, soft pressure on barely parted lips before the tip of her tongue sought entrance and I opened my mouth, inviting, wanting and needing her inside me. I felt my arousal spike again and with the steady beat of the music I was tempted to grind my hips against hers. Her hands roamed down my back, brushing over my butt before resting on my lower back. I slid my hand up into her hair, entangling my fingers and pulling her against me, our lips crushing fiercely as I sucked on her tongue.

The people standing, dancing, and sitting around us became a distant memory as I was caught up in our kiss. It felt like my insides were on fire. I wanted to pull Buffy inside me, to devour her.

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She was so amazing and she didn’t even know it. All the times she had risked her life, all the things she had walked away from, and she acted like it was just another day. She was so strong to resist the temptation. So strong to just be the normal Willow I fell in love with years ago that she seemed to hate so much. “I’m so proud of you.” I told her, smiling. “What?” She looked at me, this look of confusion crossing her features. “Willow…” I started. “You have the power to do magic… it’s in you… and you still didn’t use it.” I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, placing a soft kiss on her ear before continuing. “You always amaze me.” Stopping only briefly to place a quick peck on her cheek, I met her lips with mine and we kissed slowly, softly pressing forward and back until I let the tip of my tongue slide up against the underside of her upper lip. I wanted to taste her, to drink her in. She parted her lips and we deepened the kiss, tongues caressing.

I felt her hand in my hair as I briefly brushed mine over her ass before resting both of them at the small of her back, pulling her closer, our hips touching.

Practically panting, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest, I broke off the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers. We locked eyes, my lust and desperation mirrored in the deep green orbs in front of me. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips and my muscles jumped in arousal.

“Want to get… some air?” I asked her, my fingers flexing against her soft skin. “Definitely.” She nodded.

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We walked outside, only vaguely aware that the crowd that had initially been there when we arrived, had thinned down considerably.

“I think it’s getting late.” Willow said, looking around. “Have we really been here that long?” I asked, catching sight of three women helping another into a car. Willow shrugged before pulling me closer. “I guess.” “Sweetie, where are we going?” I asked when I realized we were rounding the corner of the building, leaving the crowd and the blare of the music behind. “Mmmm… somewhere… private.” She told me, giggling as she brought me around the other side of the building. I looked around and saw that there was nothing but a small clearing used as the back yard followed by a dense area of trees. Hearing the muffled thumb of the music, I realized that we were in the back of Casey and Claire’s apartment. There was a small deck with a few potted plants on it, but nothing more. From how I remembered the outline of the apartment, I guessed that this led off from one of the bedrooms. Willow pulled me past the first deck to an empty space between it and another. The second I assumed to belong to her neighbors, Shelley and Andi. “Private huh?” I asked, eyeing my girlfriend and noting the giddy smile that was crossing her lips. “Mmm hmm…” She trailed her finger up my stomach, following the buttons on my shirt, between my breasts, until finally stopping at my throat. “Unless… you want to go home.” She added before grabbing my shirt with her other hand and pulling me to her. I crashed against her body, pushing her back into the wall of the building as my lips met hers once again and we were caught up in a deep, searing kiss. Tiny bolts of energy were coursing through me, causes my senses to hop into overdrive.

She smiled against my lips before whispering, “I take it you’re enjoying yourself?” I pulled away and shook my head. “Not really. I didn’t need that little… confrontation with in there… but…” “Buffy, I’m really sorry.” She said, her hand on my cheek. “No, no… not your fault. I… it just killed to see her handle you like that. I…” I shook my head and looked her straight in the eyes. “I was serious… about what I said. About killing anything that tried to hurt you, to protect you.” “I know… but I’m glad you didn’t try to kill her… human and all.” She grinned, stroking my cheek, her slim fingers passing compassion into me. “Yeah… I just think about Spike…” I closed my eyes, feeling dirty for a brief second that I ever slept with him. “I mean… I’m glad I did it.” I opened my eyes and caught hers. “He hurt you. And it makes my whole body hurt… makes my heart hurt when you’re in pain.” “Oh baby…” She whispered, pulling my face toward hers and dropping light kisses across my lips, along my cheeks, and chin. I dropped my head onto her shoulder and let her hold me, let her stroke my hair with those soft hands, while I inhaled her pure Willow scent. I love you Willow, I love you I love you I love you… “Buffy…?” I heard her soft voice in my ear. “Yeah?” I looked up. “I want you…” “Oh…” I groaned, her admission causing the slow steady throb between my legs to jumpstart. “Come on then let’s-” “No…” She cut me off. “I can’t wait. I…” She glanced down briefly before meeting my eyes again. “When you… when you had that… that J.J. in an arm lock… when you…” She rolled her eyes and let an embarrassed smile creep onto her features. “What…?” I questioned. “W-well… it… I-I kinda got… horny.” One small hand flew up to cover her face as she shook her head and I couldn’t help the huge smile plastered on my face. “Hmm…” I took her hand away and pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at me. “Slayer strength turns you on?” She nodded, then thought about it for a second.

“More than that. I-it was like… the way you were sticking up for me… I saw the anger in your eyes… but also… your need to protect me… a-and the way you handled it…” I nodded, wanting her to know I got it.

“Then let me take you home so I can make love to you.” I whispered stepping closer to you. “I… want you so bad right now… baby touch me… I want to do it right now…” “Right now?” I asked, glancing around. “Here?” “Here.” She nodded. She grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into her, her body squished tight between me and the wall.

“Touch me Slayer, make me cum.” She growled in my ear before taking it into her mouth, flicking her tongue against it. “Oh… God…” I moaned, pressing into her. I attacked her neck with my mouth, kissing and licking the exposed flesh while I squeezed my hands between our bodies to cup her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, straining against the material that held them. Running my thumbs over them softly, Willow’s hips jerked against me as a low moan met my ears. I tugged on the stiff peaks through the material as I placed my foot between her feet, firmly pressing my thigh against her sex. “Sweet…” Was all she could moan before attaching her mouth to my throat where she sucked and licked greedily. Her hips began a slow back and forth movement against my thigh as I continued to kiss and nip the soft, sensitive flesh of her neck while tugging, squeezing, and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Not long after however, she grabbed one of my hands and pushed it down, stopping her hip thrusts against my leg. I thought she had seen someone, or heard something.

“What?” I questioned. Without a word, she pressed my hand between her legs, telling me to hurry up and get on with it by thrusting against it and grabbing my hair with the other hand.

Quickly I brought my other hand down and unbuttoned the fly on her low cut jeans, unzipping them soon after. I ran my hand across the smooth flatness of her stomach before sliding it down further into her panties. Her breath hitched and she moaned into my ear, which caused my own floodgates to release, slowly soaking my panties. I caught her lips with mine and plunged my tongue in, fully exploring her mouth, letting my fingers linger against her lips, feeling her seeping wetness on them.

Breaking off the kiss I took my hand out of her pants and spun her around. She put her hands against the wall and pushed her hips back so that her butt was sticking out. I ran my hands over it before grabbing her around the waist and molding my body to hers. A low growl erupted from my lips as I slid my hand back into her panties and began to kiss the side of her neck.

“You want this baby?” I asked, sliding my index and middle fingers along her slick lips, teasing her. “Oh… Buffy please…” She moaned, pushing her butt against me. I slid my fingers inside, her wetness coating them instantly and began slow wide circles around her hardened nub before plunging them down further to scoop up her thick juices.

“Ohh!” She moaned louder, her clenched fists turning her knuckles white. The throbbing between my legs was almost painful I was so turned on. I pressed myself against her and began to move my fingers around, sliding them around and over her clit until she was moving her hips against the movement, until we were so tightly pressed together that we were both moving with her hips.

Moans and groans of pleasure were all that I heard as everything else was drowned out by our movements, the quiet squish my fingers made in her wetness, and my own throbbing need. I brought my free hand up and slid my fingers along her lips. She caught them with her teeth and pulled them in, sucking on the first two. I groaned out my approval as it sent shivers up my arm, directly to my sex, which I ground against her, pushing further to fulfill my own needs as well as hers.

It didn’t take long for her to peak as she arched away from me briefly before crashing back into me, her hips bucking wildly against my hand. She bit down on my fingers muffling the cries that tried to escape her mouth. I closed my eyes as my own small orgasm struck, sending quiet waves through me. I basked in the pleasure she caused me, and the pleasure I received in making her feel good. I felt her hand on mine and opened my eyes. She released my fingers from her mouth, whispering, “Slower…” I circled my fingers around the jumping nub under them as her hand continued to rest atop mine. I kissed her softly on the shoulder, then trailed feather light kisses along her neck before sucking her earlobe into my mouth. I moved my other hand to her breast and skated my thumb across it, eliciting soft affirmative moans.

The gentle rock in her hips against my slow movements and the increasing moans told me she was close. I squeezed her clit between my two fingers causing her hips to violently jerk against me.

“Oh!” She shouted. “Come for me…” I whispered in her ear. I increased the massage, switching between rolling it between my fingers and sliding them over and around it.

“Oh… yeah… right…ohhh-” She couldn’t finish as her second orgasm crashed through her, sending her body into a torrent of shudders before she collapsed back against me, panting hard. “Is that what you wanted?” I asked softly, holding her to me as I slowly took my fingers away from her sex, but not completely out of her panties. She nodded. “Oh yeah…” “Come here.” I turned her around to face me and helped her zip her pants up before holding her in my arms. “I think I need to sit for a minute.” She said with a giddy, lopsided smile. “Sure.” We took a seat on the back deck, her head resting against my shoulder and my arm around her. Comfortable silence fell between us though we were still hearing and feeling the steady throb of the party’s music behind us.

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I knew I must be blushing from head to toe. I loved the things I did with Casey and Claire, but the way Casey was able to speak about them so openly always made me blush, especially with the way her warm breath made my ear tingle, sending little bolts of arousal off throughout my body.

I saw Willow looking at us and I knew she would never understand, hence the reason I felt no obligation to go out of my way to explain the unique relationship I was having with Case and Claire. I was just disappointed that Buffy had been swept up before I got a chance with her. I guess their behavior the other night made sense now. I just knew I had walked in on something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I kind of felt like a moron for not seeing it. “A-are you sure you’re all right?” I asked Willow, noticing how she was still rubbing her arm. She nodded, smiling and linked her arm with Buffy’s. “W-we’ll be next door.” I pointed toward the wall that separated Case’s place from Andi and Shell’s before turning to follow Case. “Wow, Buffy’s strong huh?” Casey asked me as we walked the few feet from one door to the other. “Yes she is.” I agreed. I knew it would be okay to tell her about Buffy being the Slayer, but I thought that should be left up to Buffy or Willow, not me. “She w-works out a lot… and does m-marshal arts.” “Oh really?” Case slung her arm around my shoulder as we walked past a smaller crowd of women, most waving or tipping their drinks in Case’s direction. “Maybe we could spar sometime.” “She might like that… I could ask her if you want.” I told her before accepting a drink from Claire who was standing near the dining room table. “Thought you’d never get back here!” She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. “Case keep you busy again?” She appraised her partner briefly before returning her attention to me. “Actually C,” Case started, “Tar’s friend had to put J.J. in her place.” “What?” The shock was evident in Claire’s voice as she looked between me and Case. “She w-was messing with Willow.” I explained. Claire took a step back and put one hand on her hip.

“Wait a minute. Let me get this right. Your friend… your little blonde friend Buffy right?” Case and I both nodded.

“You know how J.J. can get after a breakup… apparently Willow wasn’t having it, not that I blame her mind you… but uh… Buffy stepped in…” Case took a gulp of her drink. “Ah hell… she put the bitch in an arm lock and made her apologize!” Casey burst out laughing, slapping her knee for emphasis. “Oh man… oh, it was so funny!” I grinned, remembering J.J.’s sorry attempt to stay in control against the Slayer. “Wow… that’s…” Claire shook her head. “Oh, C… you should’ve been there!” “I guess so.” Claire shot a grin to Case before stepping closer to me. “But I missed you guys… you said you’d only be gone a few minutes.” She did her best impersonation of a pout before trailing her fingers up my neck. Case stepped behind her, running her hands up Claire’s sides. “Well… we’re here now.” “Mmmm… good.” Claire moaned as I leaned over and captured the soft flesh of her neck between my lips. “Of course… you could’ve come with us and then we might still be in the bedroom…” Case whispered in Claire’s ear, but loud enough for me to hear. I smiled against the flesh I was currently kissing. “And miss all the fun I had here?” Claire questioned. “Strip poker?” Case asked. We both noticed that Claire was missing her shirt, only wearing a light tank top. “Mmm… not tonight. But there’s a pleasant game of dirty dice going on over there. I just stopped to get a drink when I saw you two enter.” She trailed her finger across my lips as I pulled away from her. “We could…” Case started, “Play a little game of our own…” “Is that all you think about?” Claire questioned turning from me to face her lover. Case looked at me, shrugging. I grinned and glanced toward the bedrooms. Her eyes lit up and nodded. Claire caught the nod and shook her head, running her fingers along the exposed skin of Case’s toned arm. “You two… are insatiable.” She giggled. “Aren’t they though?” A new voice joined in behind me. I turned to see Shell standing there with a broad smile. “Hey Tara.” “Hi Shell, I like your new aquarium.” I told her, glancing toward the large glass structure in the farthest corner of the room. Grinning, she nodded. “Andi and her damn fish. It is nice though huh?” “How much you pay for that?” I heard Case ask behind me. “Believe me, you don’t want to know.” Shelley shook her head, keeping her grin. “Shot?” Asked Case. I turned around to see her pouring the bourbon into two separate shot sized plastic cups. “Of course.” Shell agreed. “Tar?” I shrugged. “Okay.” “That’s my girl.” Case smiled, pouring a third. I took it and waited for the others. “To good times.” Shell raised her glass. “To good times and great sex.” Case added. The rest of us rolled our eyes, laughing. I swallowed mine, clenching my fist against the burning sensation that arose in my belly. I shook my head, grimacing. I felt a hand on my back and couldn’t help but smile at Claire who took my cup, tossing it in the garbage near by. “Hey… what’s up?” We turned to see Andi standing with her arm outstretched, holding an empty cup. Claire rolled her eyes.

“What am I, drink wench tonight?” She questioned, taking the cup and tossing it into the garbage. Andi’s face turned into a pout as she watched her cup hit the garbage can. “You’ve got them for that.” Claire pointed out the muscular guy manning a blender and the blonde girl pouring tequila into it. “They should be topless.” Andi commented. “Who’s the guy… very cute.” “Eww…” Shell added, making a throwing up motion. “I’m sorry I’m Bi… I can’t help it… he’s hot.” Shell shook her head while the rest of us simply laughed.

“So… did you show them yet?” Andi asked turning her attention back toward us and away from the strutting stud near the blender. “Nope… did you want to?” Shell asked, reaching for the bottle of liquor again. She held it up offering to pour her girlfriend a shot so she wouldn’t have to wait for the ‘bartenders’ to mix her one. “Sure.” She took the shot and downed it, wincing against the bite. “We got something to show you.” Shell and Andi headed for their bedroom and we followed, curious as to what they would want to show us back there.

“Okay…” Andi said turning to us as she reached their closed door. “In appreciation for Shell appeasing my fish passion… I got her…” She opened the door and hit the switch that turned two floor lamps on. “This.” She finished letting the rest of us step into the room. Their bedroom looked the same as it had the last time I was in it, blacks and maroons from floor to ceiling. The walls were painted black, the comforter on the bed was maroon and gold, while the floor was covered in overlapping black and maroon plush carpeting. Candles and crystals as well as small gold picture frames were scattered around the dark furniture.

“Holy shit… no way!” Case’s excited voice cut through my observation and I followed her gaze up to the ceiling. Shell and Andi giggled in delight as they flopped down on the bed next to each other.

I was in awe. The entire ceiling was mirrored, reflecting everything. My mouth hung open as I stared at the reflection of us in their ceiling.

“You guys rock!” Case squealed, hopping onto the bed next to them. “I can’t believe this! C we SO have to do this!” Claire lay down on the bed, reaching her arm out for me. I joined them and the five of us snuggled on the queen sized bed, staring up at our reflections and giggling.

“I don’t even want to know how much this set you back, do I?” Asked Claire after a few minutes. “Probably not.” Responded Andi. “But damn it’s worth it.” Added Shell. “So when do we get to enjoy it?” Case asked grinning. “Could be plans for tonight…” Shell said softly, her hand finding my thigh. “If you’re game…” Added Andi. “Shyeah… like you have to ask.” Case quipped. “What about you Tara?” Shell asked me, her fingers making lazy figure eights on my thigh. “I… um…” Claire put her hand on my arm and smiled. Every look she gave me was a reassurance. They gave me confidence, built my self-esteem up, and reassured me that I could have fun, that I could make decisions without being afraid. I loved them for it, all four of them. I never felt like a fifth wheel, which is exactly what I thought I had become after the first night I spent with them. I was always included, but always had the option to decline if I wanted to. Even though I spent most of my time with Casey or Claire, Andi and Shelley always made it clear that I was welcome with them too.

I nodded, knowing I couldn’t resist, knowing I didn’t want to. “Groovy.” Said Andi happily. “I need a smoke.” She added, hopping off the bed. “Anyone care to join me?” Andi smoked, but Shell wouldn’t allow it in the house so Andi stepped outside whenever she wanted a cigarette. She actually smoked less because of it, or at least that was what they told me. “Come on Tar, lets’ get some fresh air… or uh… well some tobacco laced fresh air!” Case said grabbing my hand and helping me off the comfortably soft bed. Casey and I followed Andi out onto the back deck, only to have Andi turn to us suddenly, her hand on her lips.

“What-?” I started but Case’s hand quickly covered my mouth. I looked to where she was pointing with her other hand and I thought I was going to pass out. Buffy had Willow against the wall with her hand in her pants. They were moving together and I could plainly see the look of absolute pleasure on Willow’s face as she sucked on Buffy’s fingers. She was thrusting her hips back against Buffy who had her face buried in my ex-girlfriend’s neck. They were having sex against the wall of my lovers’ apartment building! Andi made a gesture with her hand and we quietly turned, heading back into her bedroom. Claire and Shell were locked in a deep kiss on the bed and the three of us just stood there watching them with the image of Buffy fingering Willow still rolling around inside our heads, at least I know it was the dominate image in mine.

Andi cleared her throat. Claire and Shell disengaged, looking at us.

“What’s up?” Shell asked looking from Andi to Case, and then to me. “W-w-willow…” I tried, but I was too shocked for words. “Tar’s friends are screwing against the wall outside.” Andi was always good at explaining things. “Oh.” Claire sat up, looking at me. “Are you okay?” She asked. I looked at her and realized that they all thought I was upset. They knew I had a thing for Buffy and I could see how that plus the fact that I did still have the occasional lingering feeling for Willow would make them think that what we had just witnessed would bother me.

I shook my head and grinned. “I’m okay… just shocked.” I remembered all the times Willow and I had done it in “public places” but never once had we done it outside, especially where there were so many people who could see us. “I n-never thought…” I started laughing. “I never thought Buffy w-w-would be that… adventurous.” I couldn’t help it, the whole situation caused me to burst into full laughter and before I knew it I was trying to catch my breath, my hand on my stomach it hurt so much. “I gotta see this!” Shell jumped from the bed and made her way to the door. She opened it very softly while the rest of us watched. I kept my hand over my mouth, trying to quell the giggles that threatened to erupt. The music was still throbbing at a steady enough pace though that I figured my giggles from inside the bedroom wouldn’t bother Buffy and Willow. Shell leaned her head out and stayed there, stock-still. Andi moved behind her, placing one hand on the small of her back while she looked over the other girl’s shoulder. Andi turned back after a few moments.

“Holy crap.” She whispered. “That was awesome.” She tried to hide her giggle. “What?” Asked Claire, finally making her way over to the door. She poked her head out, leaning over Shell, replacing Andi’s position. “Willow’s the redhead right?” Asked Andi. I nodded. “Man… she must have needed to ease that tension bad… cause…” “They’re still doing it.” Claire whispered from the door. I made my way over to them and peeked out, trying to see. Claire stepped aside and I leaned over Shell who seemed to be totally captivated. I wasn’t sure we should be doing this but it was hard not to want to watch when they were totally in the open like that. They were moving slower and Buffy’s hand was on Willow’s breast, squeezing her nipple from the looks of it. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like Willow’s was holding Buffy’s hand to her. We stood there, barely able to breath as I watched these two women move against each other. The temperature in the room rose up several degrees as I was aware of the heat swirling around us. I put my hand on Shell’s back for support. I felt someone’s hand slowly slide up my thigh to rest on my bottom, their thumb making tiny circles that sent shivers racing up and down my body. Willow’s eyes shot open as she moaned loud enough for us to hear and I saw Buffy whisper something in her ear. Whatever it was, Willow responded. They moved faster, hand against sex, body against body. Watching Buffy bring Willow to orgasm was causing my already aroused body to hum and buzz with want. Knowing Willow was close, but not able to look at them any longer, I backed away, realizing it was Case’s hand on my butt. I grabbed her and crushed my lips against hers, shocking her I know. I needed some kind of contact, my whole body was aching for touch. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily, basking in the feeling her hands were creating as they roamed up my back and neck. “Oh shit!” I heard Shell whisper harshly as she backed away from the door quickly. “Did they see you?” Andi asked her as Case and I broke away, a blush creeping into my features I was sure. “No, but they’re uh… they’re done.” She grinned. Shell’s face was glowing and every one of us could see the obvious desire burning in her eyes. “You voyeur, you.” Andi teased, capturing Shell’s lips, kissing her deeply. Shell was a big time voyeur, often only wanting to watch while the rest of us had sex. Usually Andi had to beg her to join so she could please her instead of Shell doing it herself while she watched. I shook my head, Tara Maclay, what has become of you?

“Come on sexy women.” Claire took Case and mine’s hands, leading us toward the door. “If we start this now we’ll never leave.” “So?” Asked Case. “So… we still have guests. Can’t be rude now, can we?” She smiled back at us before opening the door. We followed her out. “I’ll go check out the apartment… unless… you want to… join me over there?” Case asked Claire and I, wiggling her eyebrow. “No honey… you’ll just have to wait like a good little butch for your treat.” Claire joked, making a shooing gesture with her hand.

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“I’m sorry.” I told her, my voice soft. “Huh?” She turned to me, catching my chin with her fingers. “What for?” “For…” I shook my head. “For needing you so bad.” I shrugged, it sounded stupid when I said it. Buffy turned me toward her and kissed me softly, barely tugging on my bottom lip before pulling away again.

“I’m not.” She smiled sweetly. “I love making you feel good… I don’t care where we are.” “We could’ve been seen.” I pointed out. “We should’ve gone home, that’s what you wanted anyway.” I rested my head on her chest again, letting her run her fingers through my hair. “We can still have fun at home.” She giggled and I knew I’d be up for it again when we got there. “I’m totally ready for… whatever.” I pulled back and looked at her.

“Oh gosh, Buffy… I’m such a dingbat…” “Huh?” “You must be all…” I ran my hand up her thigh, letting it rest between her legs. “…worked up.” I finished grinning. “Ohh…” She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “Yeah… but… I kind of had my own… um… release?” She blushed. “Really?” I was stunned, I had no idea. She nodded. “Just being up against you like that… kind of… uh…” “Oh…” I kissed her cheek. “Still though… I know how easily you Slayers get worked up…” I joked. “Hey! What do you know about other Slayers?” “Hmmm… only what you tell me…” I licked my lips and looked in her eyes. She watched my tongue, following the pattern on her own lips.

“Just imagine what I’d be like if I had to slay something tonight.” Her voice was husky as she leaned her head in to catch my mouth. A few soft kisses and I broke away again. “Oh… really? Maybe I should scare up a few vamps for you to dust…” “Oh, you’d like that huh?” “I love to watch you fight… and then… like Wednesday night?” “Oh yeah.” “You were… insatiable… incredible…” “You weren’t so bad yourself…” She told me. She trailed her fingers up my neck, cupping my cheek. “I can hold my own…” I whispered leaning into her touch as I slowly stroked my fingers against her inner thigh. “Can I tell you something?” She held my free hand with hers. “Always.” I left a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Riley… he could never keep up.” She shook her head. “Well… you know… boys.” I shrugged, not sure why she was telling me this. “No… I mean… maybe. But… he was always so competitive, you know?” I nodded that I remembered. “Fighting… he could hold his own until… but in bed…” She smiled, but the look in her eyes told me she was more frustrated than anything. “I couldn’t be myself with him, Will. I never let myself go, never felt satisfied, because he was so… he always wanted to be the one in control… maybe he figured he couldn’t best me in fighting so…” Again she shook her head, trying to find her words. “We were always doing it, remember?” I remembered. Like were like bunnies, attached at the hip and always having sex. We had a whole haunting thing caused by them. Yes, I remembered it well.

“I know what you’re thinking.” She looked at me with a lopsided grin. “Lowell house thing right?” I nodded. “I think… I mean… we just kept doing it right? But… I was never satisfied… and the house was feeding off us… but I think… we were somehow feeding off the house too… and… I still never felt satisfied, never full… because I never let myself totally go with him…” She took her hand away from my face and held her head up. “This is so hard to explain.” I took her hand away and turned her head to face me.

“I think I understand what you’re trying to tell me.” “You do?” “I do. You were afraid to let yourself go… because you didn’t want to hurt him… didn’t want to run him off because he already felt… inadequate when he fought next to you. He was Mister Big Initiative guy and then… then he was just Riley, second best to The Slayer. He never stood a chance Buffy. Not with the way he was thinking.” She nodded her head slowly before meeting my eyes again.

“How come I don’t feel like that with you Willow? How come I can let myself go completely with you and not worry?” “Maybe because you trust me… a-and you know I trust you… with my life. Maybe because we’ve loved each other so long… O-or… maybe just because I’m so damn good.” I gave her a bright smile and she grinned back. “Yes you are.” She cupped my cheek again, pulling me in for another short kiss. “Buffy… I never want you to hold back with me.” I gripped her hand and held it between us. “Ever. I love you with every ounce of my being and I trust you implicitly. Never hold back… if I can’t take it… I-I’ll let you know… ‘cause let me tell you Missy, you’ve got some damn stamina going on!” I giggled and kissed our joined hands. “But seriously, I never want you to hold back… give me what you got Slayer girl…” I captured her mouth once again, cutting off whatever she was about to say. I pushed my tongue against her lips and she parted them, inviting me inside. Our tongues met and I tightened my grip on her inner thigh as she slid her hand around to cup the back of my neck.

I got up and swung my leg around to straddle her, sitting in her lap. With my hands on either side of her face, and her hands on my waist, we continued kissing deeply, our mouths locked tight together and our tongues fighting for dominance, chasing back and forth. If I could only do one thing for the rest of my life, it would be to kiss Buffy Summers. My best friend, my lover, my protector and savior, my passion, my life.

She broke the kiss, panting against my neck as I left tiny kisses across her forehead.

“I love you so much Willow, you know that right?” She looked up at me, searching my eyes. I could see the sincere need to know etched all over her face. I traced my fingers along her brow, down the slope of her nose, resting them on her lips.

“Even if you never ever told me again.” I told her. I kissed her cheek softly. “I’d know because I feel it…” I took her hand placed it over my heart. “…here.” I kissed each eye gently. “And I see it in the way you look at me.” I took her other hand from around my waist and held both her hands in mine. “And in the way you touch me, the way you hold me.” “God Willow… you are so…” She shook her head, closing her eyes. “The things you say and do… I told you once tonight already… but I…” She opened her eyes and looked up at me again. “You amaze me.” “You’re the amazing one Buffy.” I told her. “You’re the Slayer. You risk your life every night… a-and you’ve saved the world more times than I can remember. You’ve died twice and you’re still here kicking ass and-” “That’s my job Will. I’m the Chosen One. Besides, I told you… I do it for you… in that I have no choice. But you… God Will, you’ve never backed down, not once. You’re out there, right beside me. You’ve saved my life and you don’t even realize it. You spend so much of your time helping me. You stayed in Sunnyhell when you could’ve gone anywhere. You don’t have super strength or Slayer healing… you’re just you…” “I can’t even use magicks anymore…” I said softly. “No… you can’t, not now at least. But Willow… even before you got all powerful with the witchy… you were strong… you were there and you fought and we won, together. So many times I wanted to give it up… run away and be someone else, be someone… normal. But I know I can’t do that… I have to protect you… I have to fight to keep the world safe for you… a-and okay, there’s also that pesky problem that there’d be no one else to fill my place… but also because you give me strength to do my job. You, Xander, Giles… Dawn. You’re all normal people… and you fight the fight… you give me strength and a reason to keep on fighting. I’m not amazing Willow… I’m grateful.” She held me against her, wrapping her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. I pulled my fingers through her soft blonde locks, slowly, feeling the silky smooth while inhaling the fruity shampoo she used. We stayed like that for a few tender moments lost in each other’s warmth and love. Goddess, how I love this woman, this beautiful “chosen” creature that wrapped herself around my heart the day we met and made a home there. “Will…” She began again softly. “Hmm?” “There’s something else I need to tell you.” Her voice was so soft, almost a whisper. The tone she used made me tense, she sounded scared, like she knew I wasn’t going to like what she had to tell me. I looked down into her eyes searching there for something that would clue me in, give me a sign that the trepidation in her voice, even in her body was my imagination. “Okay…” I said slowly, leaning back but keeping my eyes on her. She averted her gaze, looking to the side of us at some unknown fixed point.

“I didn’t really know how… how to tell you. I felt kinda weird about it…” “Buffy… just tell me, whatever it is.” She took a deep breath, letting the air out slow before glancing up into my face, but she wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Tara…” She looked away again. “Tara?” My heart rate quickened. What could be so hard for Buffy to tell me that involved Tara? “She… she came on to me… I mean… I’m pretty sure she did.” “She…?” I began but didn’t know what I wanted to ask. My ex-girlfriend actually had the guts to come on to Buffy? Mixed emotions washed through me, pulling me in opposite directions. I wanted to be mad, to question how she could do that. Reminding myself that Tara had every right to pursue another relationship and that she didn’t know Buffy and I were together now, my anger subsided. On top of all that, I was almost proud of her for making a move on someone I knew she had a thing for but also someone she had admitted to having a tiny fear of. Buffy was the Slayer, killed nightly, and Tara found her to be bigger than life. The shy woman I knew was usually pretty intimidated around Buffy and it really surprised me that she would actually make a pass at her. “God I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you Will…” Buffy said quickly, her words rushed and laced with a need for forgiveness. “Nothing happened I promise!” I caught her head in my hands, bringing her face back in front of me to look in her eyes. The fear and in her voice made my heartache to know that she feared losing me that much, that she lived and breathed our love and might crumble without it now that she finally had tasted it.

“I know.” I nodded. I knew Buffy good enough to know she wouldn’t have accepted Tara’s advances. “It’s okay.” “It’s… no Will…” “Shhh…” I ran my fingers through her hair and gave her a warm smile. “Did you do anything?. “No.” She shook her head vehemently. “Nothing at all?” I continued to run my fingers through her hair, hoping to soothe her. She shook her head again. Her eyes were locked on mine again as if in a trance. Looking toward me for the forgiveness she didn’t need and the acceptance she’d always find in my arms. “Then why are you so worried?” I asked her in whisper before placing one soft kiss on her forehead, my lips lingering there for a few brief moments. “You’re not mad?” She asked me after I pulled away to look at her again. “Tell me what she did.” I told her without answering the question. “Tell you?” She glanced away briefly before meeting my eyes again. I nodded for her to continue. “Well she… she…” Her brow creased as if she was thinking how to tell me the details. I wondered if something really major had happened that would cause Buffy so much turmoil, so much guilt and force her to think she couldn’t tell me. “It wasn’t anything big…” She shook her head and paused, trying to wrap her brain around whatever it was Tara had done. “Ya know… now that I’m telling you, it all sounds so stupid.” Her frown turned into a small, bemused smile and she shook her head. “So…” I prompted. “Hmm… okay, well… the first time she just kind of… did this.” She picked up my hand as if she were taking something out of it, brushing her fingertips over the back. “Oh…” Classic. “And then?” “Nothing until later… until… she was kind of close, like getting into my personal space. She had this look on her face… I never seen it before… it was…” “Seductive?” I asked, trying to picture the scene. “Mmm… maybe.” She shook her head. “No, more like… predatory.” “P-predatory?” I sputtered. I had known Tara to be sexy hot and sultry, and I could remember on several occasions her practically pouncing on me like a tiger. I never thought to call it predatory though.

Shrugging, Buffy continued, “Maybe that’s too harsh… I’m not sure how to explain it. She ran her hand up my arm and promised this party would be a lot of fun… a-and I don’t think she meant it in an innocent fun way either.” “Oh…” I took this new information in, again trying to process it, trying to decide if I should be mad at Tara or shrug it off. After all, I knew Buffy wouldn’t do anything with her, I knew it in my heart, knew it in the way she was scared to hurt me by telling me. “So… that’s it then?” I asked, again running my hand through her silky hair.

She nodded her head twice.

“And you didn’t do anything?” “God no! Willow I’d never…” “Shhh…” I placed my lips on hers, kissing softly. “It’s okay Buffy…” I pulled back. “I’m just not sure why you didn’t tell me.” “I… I was scared…” She shrugged and shook her head. “’Cause I’m an idiot.” “You’re not an idiot.” I told her firmly. How many times would I have to point this out to her? How many times would I have to reassure her of her strengths that were solely Buffy and had nothing to do with the Slayer. She didn’t say anything for a long time and I wasn’t sure what else to add to our conversation. She was obviously thinking things over her in head. “Ya know…” She began again. “I think mostly I was kindo shocked. I mean… well, you know how Tara is…” I nodded, remembering how even two years into our relationship I sometimes had to coax her out of her shell.

“She was facing a huge rejection Will… she didn’t know we were together, didn’t know I’d even have an interest in girls… and I think…” A smile crept onto her face. “Don’t think I’m being all Slayerish when I say this but… I always thought she was kind of scared of me.” “She is… or um, well she was.” I admitted. “She…? really?” She was surprised to be so right in her assumption. “Oh yeah… you so intimidate the hell out of her.” “I… I do? I don’t mean to.” “I know… it’s just, ya know… timid Tara and big bad Slayer killing things… and sometimes you come across as… well when you’re in Slayer mode especially you’re…” “I can be a real bitch, can’t I?” She was nodding her head as if she knew this all along. “I-I wouldn’t exactly put it like that…” I traced my fingers down the slope of her nose. “More like… take charge, I’m the Slayer… get out of my way and let me do my job!” “Uh huh…” I giggled and leaned forward, leaving soft kisses on either side of her mouth. She smiled back, her eyes closed.

“I should probably tell you…” I began, leaving another lingering kiss on her lips before pulling back. “There’s something else I know about Tara…” I trailed my fingers from her ear, down the side of her neck to rest on her shoulder, toying with her collar. “Like?” She rubbed her cheek against my hand, her eyes still closed. “She uh… she’s got this major… thing… which I’m not exactly sure how far it goes… cause… for all I know it could just be some lusty thing… a-and…” “Will…” She opened her eyes, prompting me to get to the point. “Sorry… She… she had a major crush on you… o-or uh… I guess she still does…” “She does? and you knew?” I nodded. “Buffy… why Tara and I broke up… I mean the real reason she left so suddenly… I mean, okay yes… big magick freak here… but… there were a lot of problems that we couldn’t resolve… I knew she had a thing for you… a-and I think she knew… I’m pretty sure she knew I was in love with you.” “Oh…” Her surprised expression quickly turned into a grin. “So you’re telling me that the two hot lesbians that lived in my house were lusting after me… and neither of you thought to invite me into the party?” “Buffy!” I shook my head, unable to hold my laughter in. “You’re incorrigible!” “So you keep telling me.” She quipped, holding me tight against her, both of us giggling. “So… would you… I mean if we had asked… would you’ve?” I made tiny circles with my fingers, finding my way under the collar of her shirt to the bare skin below. “Mmm… maybe.” She admitted, leaning her head back, exposing her neck. “That would have been…” I didn’t finish though, letting my slow circles work up her neck. Her lips parted and I leaned toward her again to gently lick first her bottom, then her top lip with the tip of my tongue. Her own darted out and met mine briefly before I sat back up. “Buffy,” I started, my tone taking on seriousness again, “ I-I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t tell me something… okay? There have been too many secrets between us lately… and… I just need you to know you can trust me…” “I trust you.” She stated quickly, putting her head on my chest. I held her head, kissing the top lightly before running my fingers back through her hair.

“We’ve been out here forever… maybe we should… go back.” I said softly after a few quiet moments. “Mmm… maybe.” She nuzzled my neck with her nose, sending a shiver down my spine. “At least find the phone and call a cab… I don’t think I feel like walking.” “Okay.” She nodded, pulling back from me. “Guess we should find Tara, tell her we’re leaving. “I feel kind of bad… we really haven’t spent that much time at the party.” “I’m sure they’ll get over it.” She grinned and caught my lips for another series of soft kisses.

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“I’m sure they’ll get over it.” I told her, grinning. I caught her lips with mine, snatching soft kisses, tugging her lips with mine. “Come on…” She stood up and jumped the short distance from the deck to the ground, holding her hand for me to follow. I took her hand and in silence we walked back around to the front of the building.

“Tara said she’d be over there.” She said pointing to the second apartment.” I nodded, looking around. Even less people were there when we had first arrived. I looked up to at least ten women on the balcony holding drink cups. Smoke wafted out of the apartment behind them. There was a steady throb of some kind of techno coming from the apartment, while the music that had been about blasting from Casey and Claire’s had been turned down considerably. When we entered Shelley and Andi’s apartment, we saw that there was a group of about fifteen women sitting on the black leather couch, chair, and loveseat. I tried averting my gaze in my stunned silence, as some were topless. Two were currently kissing while the others clapped and laughed. One was shirtless, yet still wore a an apricot bra and her long streaked hair ended in curls just above her breasts. The other, a blonde who wore a black tee shirt and jeans, was clearly enjoying their engagement. Her hand roamed down topless’s side, following the curve of her hip. Among the many red and blue party cups and beer bottles littering the long glass table, I spotted a pair of green dice. What they were I wasn’t sure. Willow and I stood there for a few moments and watched as the woman wearing the black tee shirt picked up the dice, while another spun an empty beer bottle. The blonde who had rolled the dice read what they said out loud. “Lick and Nipples.” She said loudly. It was obvious that she had had quite a lot to drink “Oohh… Sheila baby… take that shirt off!” We watched as Sheila rolled her eyes before sitting up to take off her shirt. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall forward and her bra falling down her arms. Her nipples were large, brown and erect. I swallowed hard and watched as the blond leaned forward and slowly let the tip of her tongue slip out to touch a nipple. After a few short flicks she began to seriously stroke the erect flesh, swirling her tongue around. Moving on to the next, she managed to do the same while the woman receiving the treatment simply sat there with her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She supported herself by her arms behind her on the couch.

The others hooted and hollered and I was quickly snapped out of my daze by Willow tugging on my arm. I looked over at her and I could see she had been as caught up in the show as I was. All the more reason to hurry up and get home.

“You two wanna play?” A shorthaired brunette asked looking back at us. Willow shook her head vehemently.

“No thanks.” I wasn’t sure where I had found my voice, convinced that I didn’t have one. “We’re about to leave.” “Oh too bad… this game can get real wild!” She finished with a grin and a squeal, turning back to the game as another woman spun the bottle. We walked past them and turned the corner that led to the open kitchen. What we saw there made us stop once more.

It was a sight that I never thought I’d see, not in a million years. Er… not that I had ever thought about it, much. I had to shake my head and make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Willow’s soft “Eep” convinced me I wasn’t alone in my vision. There was a larger dining area with a small, square, tile topped table near the far right wall surrounded by four chairs. It was also littered with plastic cups, beer bottles, and several half emptied liquor bottles. To the left was the open kitchen area, an L shaped island jutting out from the far wall.

And halfway between the dining area and the kitchen island was Tara with Casey and another woman I hadn’t met. “Holy…” “Cow.” Willow agreed, her voice barely audible over the current selection of music that peaked and dipped in an almost hypnotic pulse.

Casey held Tara in her arms, kissing her deeply, while the other woman held Tara from the back, kissing the side of her neck. Tara held Casey firmly in place by one hand while the other gripped the other woman’s arm around her waste. The second woman had short blonde dreads and what looked to be a dragon tattoo emerged from under her tank top to rest on her upper arm, shoulder, and neck. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Our sweet, innocent, shy Tara was making out with two girls at the same time. This, of course, outweighed any of the previous shock I had when Tara seemed to come on to me. I looked at Willow who had the same shocked look on her face as I did and I literally wanted to reach out and close her mouth for her. “Wow.” I heard Willow, even over the steady beat of the music. “Uh huh.” I agreed. “Um, Will… was she like this… when you…” “No.” She stated. “Oh… I um… I guess she’s been…” “Meeting new people?” She asked looking at me. I shrugged and continued to stare at the site that developed in front of me. Tara broke off the kiss, turned away from us, only to wrap an arm around the second woman while reaching behind herself for Casey. Each woman complied with the change and again, Tara was caught in a deep desperate kiss. I could literally taste the desire burning off the three women.

The blonde slipped her hand into Tara’s mostly unbuttoned top, cupping her breast and from what I could tell, began manipulating her nipple. Tara broke from the kiss, moaning softly against the girl’s cheek. She turned her head slightly, allowing Casey to lick along her neck before capturing her earlobe between her teeth. It looked like the blonde was doing the same thing to the other side of Tara’s neck while her hand continued to massage and squeeze Tara’s breast. The soft moans that escaped Tara’s parted lips were doing nothing for my current state as I felt my body ache with need. Tara’s hand left the woman’s shoulder and disappeared under the white tank top the blonde wore, sliding her hand and the shirt up over smooth tanned skin. The blonde wasn’t wearing a bra and her small firm breast was soon covered by Tara’s eager hand. She twisted and pulled the nipple between her fingers, causing the other woman to arch into the touch. Their moans could easily be heard from where we stood. Trying to avert my gaze in an attempt to gain control over my senses, I took a step away from the scene, only to see two other women sitting on the white kitchen counter in the corner. One, chocolate skinned with braids held the other who had short curly blonde hair. The first was stroking the other’s stomach directly under her breasts while whispering in her ear as they both watched Tara, Casey, and the blonde make out. It looked like the trio was putting on a show for the other two. From the looks of it, the two women on the counter were really into it, especially the blonde who kept running her tongue over her bottom lip, which was pierced. She played with the ring absently. “Buffy…” Willow tugged on my arm. “What?” I asked, glancing at Willow. “Don’t be mad okay?” She said softly glancing at me briefly before turning her attention back to her ex-girlfriend’s current activity. “What for?” “This is… this is really… really, really… turning me on.” A grin crept into my face. Sliding my hand so very slowly up Willow’s back, my fingertips creating random patterns, I kissed her earlobe before letting my hand slide around her neck, caressing the most sensitive area with my thumb. She visibly shivered before moving closer to me, wrapping her arm around my waist, slipping her fingers up under the hem of my shirt to caress the skin below beneath. My nipples hardened, straining against the soft satin material confining them as tiny shivers made their way from everywhere Willow touched me to the rest of my body, like an echo. We continued to watch, unaware of the game that took place a few feet away. We watched Casey slide her hand between Tara and the blonde’s bodies, gripping Tara’s thigh. The blond moved her kisses down the exposed area of Tara’s creamy cleavage, lapping and nipping at the skin while Tara held the woman’s dreads firmly in her hands. Willow’s other hand found its way to my stomach, dancing her fingers across while I continued to gently stroke my fingers up and down her neck over her pulse point. The air was charged with sexual energy, soft moans filled my ears from every direction even as the music continued to throb and beat in the background. And maybe that was part of it too. The music, its beat and rhythm were laced with sex, a deep throbbing like an ache, a need. A steady rhythm like two bodies moving against each other, moving in sync to reach that blissful plateau of pleasure. I was soaked. I felt a single bead of sweat roll down my temple, yet it in no way compared to the river between my legs. Time seemed to stand still as I absorbed the position I found myself in. The music throbbed in my ears, throbbed through the floor sending my hips into a barely visible rock. Willow’s soft, hot body was pressed so tightly against me, her fingers teasing and tempting me, that I thought I would melt into her. The sounds of women kissing and teasing each other, laughing and clapping, cheering on the lust that was building at an unstable level behind us caused my heart to quicken. The site in front of us of Tara, Casey, and the blonde kissing and groping, building the tension and the heat between them to the point it poured off them, poured off them only to be absorbed by me caused the river in me to swell and overflow. Suddenly I wanted to become a part of it all, let myself disappear into the heat, make myself open and wide for their use. Give in to the craving, to the deep, painful ache that I feared would never go away. Give in and feed, be fed upon, teased and pleased, fucked and sucked. I wanted it all and I wanted it at that moment.

I felt Willow’s lips trail across my neck before I felt her breath at my ear. “I want you so bad right now.” She told me in that sexy growl that makes me strip down to skin with the confidence that every fiber of my being would be satisfied when she was through with me. I pulled my eyes away from the show and studied Willow. She was glowing with wanton need. Her green eyes were dark and heavy with desire and I knew. I knew I’d have to take her again soon. Take her into one of their bedrooms, the bathroom, hell back outside. Take her and make her mine as she would make me hers, again and again. I wanted to slide into her, rock her steady into the early morning hours until she was begging for me to stop in exhaustion. And I knew I wanted her to do the same. To slip her hand inside, to fill me up with everything she had and bring me to the brink again and again until we were both spent, slumping into sweating heaps. I nodded that I understood, that I wanted everything she did, and that we were going to go, go now before we ripped each other’s clothes off in the middle of the room and fucked each other silly in front of the twenty women still in the apartment. And maybe they wouldn’t have been too shocked by that, considering what was already taking place. I chanced a glance behind us to see if the other partygoers were so entranced with the trio as we were. Some were watching, though the looks on their faces told me that they had seen it all before. Others continued to play the game, touching, licking, and kissing each other according to what those two tiny dice told them.

We needed to get out of here. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but I was losing the little bit of restraint I had. Something was bubbling up inside of me. Passion and need, yes, but something else. Something primal and raw that I’ve always held back, something I couldn’t hold on to much longer. I looked toward Tara and her friends in time to see Casey’s hand grab Tara between the legs, pulling her hips back to meld against her. Tara wasted no time though, she broke from their grasp, only to turn and press herself firmly against Casey. Her bra clad breasts fully exposed as her shirt fell open. Their mouths met in a crushing kiss and again I heard the blonde chuckle before I saw her move. She laced her fingers into both girls’ hair before they broke from their kiss and kissed her, first one then the other. Before I had a chance to tell Will to go, tell her I wanted out now, the woman with the braids jumped off the counter, leaving her companion behind. She swiftly made it over to the trio and adding her lips, hands, and body to the mix. They four of them kissed each other in searing passion. I watched, mesmerized once again as the blonde’s tank top was pulled off right there in the damn kitchen. Chocolate brown on creamy white as the girl from the counter immediately went to licking and sucking on the blonde’s breasts while Casey backed Tara against the island, kissing and lapping down her neck and exposed chest. Tara’s hands found Casey’s breasts and squeezed them mercilessly, she in turn cupped Tara’s sex once again, causing her to throw her head back and arch into the touch. I was caught there at the sight of seeing Casey flex her hand against Tara’s sex, causing my own to jump in angry need. “Shit.” I heard Willow squeak beside me, and my eyes shot up automatically. I caught sight of Tara’s face, lolled back, facing us. Her mouth was open as if she were panting, her tongue darting out over her swollen bottom lip. Her eyes were half-lidded but open. She was staring right at us The four women were in the middle of the dining area, yet I felt we had been caught doing something wrong. Tara didn’t say anything, didn’t even blush, simply kept her steady gaze on me and Willow while the other women kept up their heated ministrations.

I couldn’t take it any more. The look of lost lust Tara had in her eyes sent my body reeling. She was inviting us, without words, without a gesture, without anything other than the open display of passion the four women in front of us were showing, we were invited. I needed it. I needed touch and motion. My body was buzzing and aching, screaming to have what was being offered. Willow’s hands on my body told me she felt something to, needed something. I grabbed Willow’s hand, harsher than I ever remembered doing before and turned her to look at me. She was practically panting with desire. She wore her arousal openly. The rise and fall of her chest, the steady rocking in her step, the barely visible sheen of perspiration on her brow, even the way her bottom lip had this slight quiver to it. She was begging me with her eyes. Begging me to take her. “I need you. NOW!” I growled, pulling her behind me past the four women we had been watching, mesmerized for God knows how long.

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I was embarrassed to be watching them, but I couldn’t turn away, couldn’t deny the ache building between my legs, or the raw lust bouncing off of Tara and the other two. I couldn’t believe this was my Tara. Okay, not mine, but I had no idea. She could get really wild when it came to sex and never backed down from a challenge to try something new. But this, this was something I never, could never imagine.

I knew how her body worked, knew what set her off, what made her quiver like jell-o in my hands and from the way these women were touching her, they had found that out too. This wasn’t something new to her, I could tell by the look on her face, the soft moans emanating from her mouth, the response in her hips, and the white knuckled grips she had that she was comfortable with them, hell, she was comfortable with everything. Buffy’s body tightened against mine and I knew by the way she was clenching her jaw muscles that she was having trouble restraining herself. The lust danced in her eyes and I could feel her muscles rippling under the soft skin my fingers spread over. I was right there with her, a deep, hurtful ache slicing through me, sending my sex jumping on its own. I wanted her inside me. Her, someone, something inside me, pounding me. Something was in the air, something electric that made my skin tingle, and my hair stand up. The music throbbed around us, inside us, throbbed against my sex, my heat, my need. Throbbing. I was aware of everything pulsating, peaking and dropping back down, sliding in and out. Casey’s hand on Tara’s sex, flexing, squeezing. The blonde’s bare chest rising and falling creating contrast with creamy brown as the other woman’s tongue lapped at the erect flesh. I watched Tara’s face shift and change in pleasured motion, her tongue darting in and out between swollen lips. Tara’s eyes fluttered open and she looked right at us. “Shit.” I jumped when I realized she was staring at Buffy an me. No surprise, no embarrassment or anger. She simply continued to enjoy her heated passion while staring right at us. I felt trapped, I wanted to flee in embarrassment for being caught spying. But we were in the middle of someone’s living room I hadn’t even met before and my ex-girlfriend was starting the fast descent into having sex with four other women in the middle of kitchen! I wanted to grab Buffy and get out, get out quick before I interpreted that look in Tara’s eyes and fell for it, let myself be invited in. I wanted nothing more than to have sex at that very second, deep, penetrating sex. I felt like my brain had been reduced to one lonely cell, and that cell was screaming sex, sex, sex! That’s when I felt the biting pain in my hand and was turned suddenly toward Buffy. She looked at me with this hunger I’d never seen, yet had been searching for in the previous week’s sexcapades. I parted my mouth to say something, but no words came. I looked at her and begged silently for her to take me, for her to bend me to her will, shape me and mold me against her body. “I need you. NOW!” She growled. Her tone and the raw passion in her eyes created in me a vibration, shaking my entire body out of its dazed and confused trance and before I knew it we were in the hallway, leaving Tara and her women behind. Buffy flung the first door we came to open and roughly pulled me inside. She had never been so rough before but it wasn’t scary or alarming, I loved every single second of it. Slamming the door closed she pushed me to the bed, ignoring the several small stacks of boxes laid out on the floor. She guided us through the maze easily, taking off her shirt in the process. It must have been the spare room because although the bed was made with a cream colored set of sheets and blanket, everything else was in disarray, stacked haphazardly around the room, covering the floor and the one long dresser.

She flung me on the bed and I scrambled to get higher while at the same time, kicking off my shoes and undoing my pants. Our actions were fast and heated, the need to be rid of clothes at that moment seemed more important than water. Buffy grabbed my pants and panties, tugging them down my legs where they dropped with a quiet thud on the floor. She quickly got out of her boots and I thanked any deity that would listen that they weren’t lace up. I threw my shirt off the side of the bed and quickly unhooked my bra as I watched her yank her leather pants off. Her bra hit the floor the second before she lunged at me, our bodies crashing together in urgency. I felt her hands, her mouth, and her teeth all over my body, seeming to devour me at once. I arched up into her touch, my fingernails tracing bright red lines across her flesh. I was soaked, my juices seeping out and running down toward the cotton comforter below. I felt her teeth on my neck, digging painfully deep, but I didn’t care, I was practically pumping my hips against her sex where she lay between my legs. I wrapped my legs around her, holding her as tight as possible as I forced my wet sex against her, forced friction against the deep throbbing ache that was my whole body. She put her hands on my hips and brought me closer, humping me without her hands or thighs, humping me with her sex only and then it happened. That first burst of release surging out through my center as I bucked my hips against her and I heard her growl in my ear as she rode out the first of her orgasm. We rocked together in heated need until the quick waves passed. But it wasn’t enough, would never be enough for the passion we found between us. She grabbed me around my waist and flipped me face down on the bed. I wanted her though, I wanted to hold her and touch her and never let her go. I felt her forearm on my back and her legs spreading mine. She slapped my ass. Hard. I fell forward slightly in pain, but I wanted more. I’d always want more. She hit me again, her small open palm flat against my skin, and the delicious sensation that it caused only made my hips move on their own. I was open, stretched wide for her, but empty, absent without her touch.

“Oh God Buffy, please!” I heard myself yell. “Just fuck me already!” Wasting no more time, her fingers found my wet folds, opened them, and slid in. She pinched my clit and I jerked up against her restraining arm. There was no need to build up the desire, to tease with promises; we were already there, already riding on the edge of promised pleasure.

She entered me with her fingers. Three, right away. Sliding them in and out of my dripping pussy, our panting and the click of my wet sex against her hand the only sounds in the room, the only sounds aside from the deep throbbing of the bass on the other side of the wall. Gone again, her hand slid out, slid down to circle the tight swollen and needy jumble of nerves that begged for attention. Quick and rough her fingers moved against me until she slid her fingers against the opening of my sex again. And waited. I squirmed against her, trying to capture her hand, trying to pull her inside. I heard her heavy breathing and felt the rhythm her body made against mine. Her other hand scratched lines up my back until she gripped my shoulder. I turned my head and licked the fingers there while I pressed with all my might against her torturous hand.

She entered me again, slid her fingers in as far as they’d go, stretching me wider than before, opening me up to her and filling me whole. I felt myself ballooning out, expanded past her fingers, silently begging for more. She began a steady thrust, rotating her hand slightly as she pulled away before pushing back into me harder with every thrust. Almost viciously she thrust into me, fucked me deep and raw into the mattress. I met her thrusts with almost as much ferocity; with a need so deep I craved nothing else. I rode her fingers, pushing back on her hand as I moved my knees farther apart along the smooth comforter and lowered my hips, dipping my body down and back up with her thrusts.

“More…” I moaned. Without a word I felt the last of her hand slip deeper inside, past the ring of muscle that offered no resistance, only begged and pleaded for more. She was inside me, held me and had power over me. I was all cunt and Buffy was filling me with her fist, with her passion and strength and I wanted nothing more than to devour her.

My head hung low with my hair in my face as I gripped the bedding, pushing and pulling myself against her harder and faster as I felt the swell of orgasm rise up inside me. Rode it on the edge as I felt the pace of her hand quicken, pounding into my sex yet hardly moving more than an inch back and forth.

“Don’t… Fucking… Stop!” I demanded, our bodies in constant motion as the sweat ran down between my breasts. She moved her hand from off my shoulder and reached down between my legs. She slid her fingers across my slick folds, capturing my clit between her fingers where she proceeded to rub and roll it. And then her hands became me and I was nothing but feeling, nothing but fat pulsing waves of pleasure as the bright Crayola colored patterns of my orgasm shot up and through me, spread over me like a blanket of pure energy.

“Oh!!! Fuck!!” I screamed, arching back and into the powerful waves that rocked me to my very core. My entire body jerked with the shear sexual current that coursed through me, reached Buffy, and came back again. I gasped and shook and bit down on my lip trying to comprehend the intense sensations that rippled through me as if I had been somehow plugged into an electrical outlet and was drawing on the power it provided. There was no room for thought, no room for understanding or words. Nothing but the intense sensations that rocked through my body, bringing tears to my eyes, and the weight of Buffy on top of me, inside me; nothing but us existed.

When the sensations finally ebbed, I felt her hand slowly slide out, leaving me empty once again. Another time, another place, and I would have wanted to slumber in my post coital bliss. Buffy’s soft moans and movement against me snapped me out of my haze however, and I knew there was no way I could leave her in such a state for much longer. Quickly, I flipped myself over and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her toward me until our lips met in a crushing kiss. Immediately she began to slide her sex along my thigh in tight short strokes. She was already so close, waiting for that final push over the edge. Slipping my tongue past her parted lips, where she sucked greedily on it, I brought my knee up, giving her leverage against which to thrust harder. She broke from the kiss, though her mouth was never far from my face as she arched her back and rode my thigh. I could feel her wetness spread across my thigh and the thought of that rich musk on my body created renewed down low tingles of desire.

“Yesss!” She hissed against my ear before bringing her head down onto my shoulder while she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her hips bucking against my thigh. I waited patiently for her to slow, to come down from the urgency that had welled up inside her in the short time since her last orgasm. I left a trail of kisses along her shoulder before scraping my teeth over her ear. She slid lower on my leg, groaning, trying to convey that she needed more.

“I want to taste you.” I told her and shoved on her shoulders. She jumped off of me and rolled over with a huge grin on her face. I suppressed my giggle, climbing on top of her and looking in her eyes. I saw nothing but pure desire there and I knew it was all for me. I watched her lick her lips before ducking my head down to dip my own tongue between her lips. Her tongue met mine and slowly they tangled inside her mouth.

Her hands gripped my butt; digging her nails in and I felt the flush of her lust wash over me once more. I broke from the kiss and moved down, wiggling out of her hold as I let my tongue wander over her nipples and between her breasts. I kneaded the soft flesh in my hands as I grazed the stiff dusky peaks with my tongue. She put her hand on my shoulder and gently urged me lower. I grinned around the nipple I currently had between my teeth before giving it one last flick with my tongue and moved on.

I left soft kisses along her stomach and swirled my tongue around her belly button before tracing a wet line to her trimmed mound. Her scent was intoxicating, a rich, musky elixir with something deeper, something stronger behind it. I wanted to drink every last ounce of her. Lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue until she came, bucking against my face, until she screamed my name in ecstasy.

Her body hummed in anticipation as I moved my lips over the walls of her sex, barely touching them. She was covered in her own wetness, shiny even on her thighs from where she had brought herself to orgasm. She tried to reach my mouth by raising her hips, but I only moved further back.

“Please Willow… don’t tease.” She groaned, moving her hips around and spreading her legs wider. “Tell me what you want.” I told her. My voice was firm and demanding. I was the one in control now. Regardless of her strength or her slaying abilities, she needed me and I held the power. “Oh… God…” She moaned, continuing to squirm below me. “Lick me… suck my cl-oooh!!” I plunged my tongue in between her swollen and slick outer lips, finding the engorged knot that needed my attention right away. She arched off the bed, forcing herself against my mouth. In long, agonizing strokes, I lapped at her sex, bringing my tongue from bottom to top where I’d push her hard nub from side to side before going back down. I was torturing her, and I knew it. “Willow…” She grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed down on my head while wrapping her legs around me. I felt her heels dig into the soft flesh of my back and I couldn’t help but wince. Finally catching her clit with my lips, I tugged it into my mouth and began a steady massage with my lips while flicking the exposed head with my tongue. A low throaty moan began to emerge from Buffy’s lips as I worked her with my mouth. I slid two fingers into her, receiving only cries of affirmation. I slid them in as far as they’d go then slid them out almost the entire way. Releasing her clit momentarily, I licked down toward my fingers, putting pressure on the area just above her entrance as I slid three fingers in deeply. She pushed against my hand, her heels heavy on my back. I didn’t mind the slight pain though, as it only added to the passion between us. With three fingers buried inside her, I began eagerly stroking the walls of her channel and licked in earnest around the tight jumble of nerves just above.

“Oh… yeah…” She moaned, moving against me.

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When I felt her enter me I pushed forward, wanting to meet every thrust. Her tongue was working wonders on my swollen sex. We began a rhythm of her pushing and pulling, and her tongue found my clit again, licking in a steady circle around it, building the pressure up, rather than going straight for the kill.

“Oh… yeah…” I moaned, biting down on my lower lip as I continued to move my body against her thrusts and her mouth. I felt like I was going to melt right into her mouth, my entire body was awake and aware of the pleasure mounting in my center. I threw my free hand back and gripped the headboard as I dropped my legs to either side of Willow’s body. She sucked my clit into her mouth and I thought I’d jump off the bed it felt so good. She thrust her fingers into me deeply and I thrust back, bringing my hips up fast before crashing back down again. In and out her fingers went, harder and faster we met as her teeth and tongue extracted my orgasm and then I was bucking, bucking hard against her face as the flood-like waves struck me. “Willow!!” A rush of ripples tore its way out from my center and crashed through my entire body, seeming to stop my heart for a brief moment before moving on. I dug my fingernails into the wood of the headboard, scratching the surface as I continued to lift off and fall back to the bed as my juices flowed out of me and onto Willow’s hand, onto the bed beneath. If I could have opened my eyes I know I would’ve seen stars. I felt her mouth move off my clit, but her fingers continued in their thrust, only she slowed, seeming to wonder at the new amount of wetness in her palm. I relaxed my legs against the bed, basking in the post pleasure and anticipating the next wave at the same time. I opened my eyes to see her moving up my body, though her hand stayed in place, inside me.

Her mouth found mine and I sucked my taste off her tongue, wrapping my arms around her slim body and bringing my leg up to cup the juncture between her thighs. She moaned against my mouth before bringing her thumb back to my sensitive nub and slowly circling it.

She slid her fingers in and out slowly and circled my highly sensitive clit. She moved her hips, starting a slow ride against my thigh. I cupped her breast, grazing my thumb over the stiff peak on top, eliciting soft cries for more. Pinching the erect flesh between my fingers, I moved my leg up and down slightly, meeting her movement as if bouncing her.

“I want… to… together.” She panted against my cheek, her hair hanging in my face as I lifted and moved her entire body with just my leg. I nodded, “Uh huh…” I reached down with my hand and stopped her hand from its ministrations.

“Wait…” I told her, tugging at her hand. She slid her fingers out, moving them up to my clit alone.

“Better.” I said, capturing her mouth again with my own. With her fingers sliding up and over my slick clit and her sex smearing her juices along my leg in short back and forth strokes, we deepened the kiss, searching and tasting, our bodies fully connected not only by the physical, but by the trapped power that we had released into the room. It swirled around and between us, engulfing. We were lost to anything other than each other.

“I love you.” She said, breaking the kiss, her hips