<see Part 1 for disclaimers>
Willow grinned when she booted up her computer and
checked her email. Seeing the name
Grayfox in her Inbox gave the young witch some hope and she quickly clicked the
email open.
There were only four more days to the full moon and
the first test of whether Buffy Summers, the Slayer of vampires and demons, was
infected with lycanthropy and would turn into a werewolf. Willow quickly called
up the email and read through it impatiently.
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Xander and Anya were both smiling as they entered
the Summers’ home and found Willow looking almost as healthy as she was before
being mauled by Oz. Before stabbing
herself through the heart with a silver dagger to prevent Oz from infecting
her.
The hacker got to her feet slowly and hugged the two
of them.
“How goes it, Willow?” Anya smiled. “We are here to transport you to medical
personnel for your medical experiments.”
“Tests!” Xander corrected. “A doctor’s appointment for testing.”
Willow laughed and grabbed her set of house keys.
“For being so old, how is it you never caught on to
modern speech?” Willow asked the former Vengeance Demon.
“Demons mostly speak in ancient dead languages and
find modern English offensive,” Anya explained but Willow merely shook her head
with an amused look.
“Let’s go, gotta get those stitches out and check
your heart and all that good stuff,” Xander insisted.
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When Tara and Buffy got home they found Willow
napping on her bed and Anya and Xander watching a video movie on the TV.
“I’m going to check on Willow,” Tara announced while
Buffy headed for the kitchen for her own soda to join her other two
friends. It was Friday night and they
all knew she’d be heading out on Slayer duties shortly after sunset and she
wanted to grab some quiet time with her friends first.
“Okay, if she’s awake, tell her not to come down
unless she’s up to it,” Buffy called after the blonde witch.
In a few moments Buffy launched herself over the
back of the sofa and landed beside Xander who immediately took advantage of the
situation and wrapped his arms around Anya and Buffy’s shoulders with a grin.
Buffy grimaced at their choice in movies, however.
“Halloween?” she squeaked. “How original for the Friday before Halloween!”
“Hey, I like Michael Myers,” Xander protested. “Jamie Lee Curtis is cute. And this is
followed by a Friday the 13th marathon.”
“Jamie Lee Curtis is more cute than I am?” Anya
demanded, a pout appearing on her face.
“Of course not, no-one is more cute than my Anya,”
he quickly reassured his girlfriend and began kissing the former demon.
“Oh give me a break, guys!” Buffy protested after a
few moments as the kiss became very heated between the two.
“What’s wrong, Buff?” Xander asked, pulling back
from Anya’s lips. “Jealous?”
“Jealous?” Anya questioned. “Which of us would she be jealous over? I always thought she might want you for an
orgasm buddy but since she now gets hot and bothered over females would it be
me she wants for an orgasm buddy?”
“Whoa!” Xander shouted, leaping to his feet and
looking down at the two women. “No, no
way! Scary visual!”
Buffy grinned, “Scary visual or fantasy visual?” she
questioned the young man and both of them laughed when he began to blush a
bright red and stammered.
“Okay, enough picking on Xander time!” he
declared. “It’s pick on Buffy time!”
“Oh I don’t think so,” the Slayer declared. “My house, no picking on home tenant rule!”
“Exception to house rule!” Xander countered.
“What exception?” Buffy demanded.
“The exception that we’ve been dying to know what’s
going on with the three of you and everyone has kept quiet. Answers, woman!”
“I don’t know if I’ll accept that as an exception,”
Buffy pouted.
“I concur with the exception!” Anya piped in. “I’m dying to know when the three of you
will become orgasm buddies and will that mean a large bed or revolving doors?”
“Anya!” Xander squeaked as Buffy’s eyes widened in
panic.
“What? Aren’t those the questions everyone wants to
know?” Anya asked innocently.
“God!” Buffy muttered. “Okay, fine! No, none of us have done ‘it’! We haven’t made any
plans specifically to do ‘it,’ and if we do, I won’t be telling you!”
“What are you waiting for?” Anya asked. “Waiting only causes frustration. Frustration can be enjoyable but not for
very long. You all want each other
enough that it sends out energy waves whenever any of you are near each other.”
“I don’t know, really,” Buffy admitted, some of the
potential anger at discussing a delicate subject abating. “Maybe we’re waiting to see if I get furry
this full moon,” she answered with a touch of bitterness in her voice.
“Buffy, you know it’s possible that you’re not
infected,” Xander said, sitting down between the women again.
“Yeah, that’s not what Spike and Giles think,” Buffy
mumbled.
“Well, Spike can be an asshole at times, too,”
Xander growled.
“Willow has been working very hard on the computer
searching for something new,” Anya said hopefully.
“I know, everyone has been doing their best and
dancing around the subject,” Buffy nodded.
“It’s just getting to me. It’s
only four more nights until the full moon and we still haven’t figured out if
it’s worse because it’s a blue moon on Halloween.”
“God, I had forgotten about the blue moon thing,”
Xander muttered.
“What do the Wiccan types think?” Anya asked.
“That Halloween, Samhain as they call it, is one of
the most powerful nights,” Buffy explained.
“Having a full moon on that night makes it even more special and
powerful. They don’t think much about
the blue moon thing because they run on a 13 month calendar, following the
moons rather than the Julian calendar.”
Buffy looked up and saw Xander’s stunned face.
“What?” she demanded.
“Wow! You sound like a college student or something
there, Buff!” he teased and winced when she punched him on the bicep, lightly.
“They don’t know what it means to possibly be a
werewolf for the first time on a full moon on Halloween,” she continued.
“If anyone can find out it’s Willow,” Anya said
firmly.
“I agree,” Buffy grinned. “Speaking of which, I’m going to say hi to her before I head out
on patrol.”
“You want company tonight?” Xander asked. “Your mom called and said that she and Giles
are coming here in about an hour. We
could go with you.”
“Sure. The
plan is not to leave me alone between now and the full moon, isn’t it?” Buffy
asked and knew she was right when Xander’s eyes shifted away from hers. “Giles is afraid Oz will show up and pull me
into his pack before Halloween.”
“He said it might be a risk,” Xander admitted. “If Spike is right and you are a furry type
now, then Oz might have control over you as the Alpha male of the pack.”
“I am so gonna hurt Oz!” Buffy declared once again
and both Anya and Xander nodded vigorously in agreement. “I’ll be right down.”
Buffy found Tara holding a sniffling Willow and the
Slayer immediately went to the witch’s side, stretching out on the bed.
“Can I help?” she whispered.
“She’s worried about her scars, about the full moon,
and about…about…uh,” Tara stammered.
“Sex,” Willow mumbled, her head buried in Tara’s
arms and hair. “I’m worried about sex.”
Buffy smiled and wrapped her arm over both of them
and snuggled behind Willow.
“Well, let’s take those one at a time,” Buffy
decided. “I know the scars seem pretty
massive and ugly but we’re using the vitamin E on the healing wounds and the
doctors said they wouldn’t be that bad in a couple of years.”
“Buffy, I have a damned Y incision down my chest,”
Willow protested. “How can you guys
want to see that!”
“Because it’ll now be part of you,” Tara said
gently. “Willow, it’s only scars, war
wounds.”
“We certainly won’t think you’re any less sexy!
That’s a promise!” Buffy grinned. “Now,
second one. What was that? Oh yeah, full moon. Well, we can’t do much about it for another
few days. Then we’ll know if you have
to lock me up or drug me silly three nights every month.”
“I went through that with Oz, I don’t know if I
could bear watching you go through it,” Willow whispered.
“We may not have a choice,” Buffy said bluntly. “Giles is planning on having someone with me
all the time between now and then so Oz can’t get his claws on me or any of
us. We just have to wait and you
continue your computer stuff.”
“It’s just so damned hard!” Willow sat up between
the two women, slamming her fist on the bed.
“I can barely type one handed, my other hand hurts and itches and I’m
not finding answers!” she complained.
“I know, we’ll just keep working,” Tara promised,
sitting up and wrapped an arm around Willow’s shoulder and Buffy did the same
on the other side.
“Third, sex.
What about sex is worrying you?” Buffy asked.
“Besides that I’ve never done it with a woman?”
Willow grinned and blushed at the same time.
“Technically I haven’t been with a guy either.”
“It can be over-rated,” Buffy muttered.
“Neither have I, Willow,” Tara said, ignoring
Buffy’s mumbled comment.
“Me either, so I guess we either have Xander rent us
a bad porn movie, check out the Gay and Lesbian section at the bookstore, or we
do whatever feels right,” Buffy suggested and laughed as both witches blushed.
“No to the Xander idea!” Willow said firmly.
“I agree!” Tara nodded quickly.
“I vote for the exploration method, preferably by
Braille,” Buffy whispered and leaned in to nibble on Willow’s earlobe. She felt the witch shiver and heard her
moan. “I’ll take that as a vote for
yes,” the Slayer whispered and found her lips suddenly occupied with Tara’s
lips. Buffy felt herself moan and
shiver.
“I agree,” Tara said, breaking off the kiss.
“Oh boy,” Willow muttered. “You two are going to drive me insane! I want both of you.”
“Well, as intriguing an invitation that is, I need
to go and do duty to God, country and Corps, or something like that,” Buffy
grinned and stood up from the bed.
“God, country and Corps?” Tara questioned.
“She saw Full Metal Jacket too many times,” Willow
grinned. “God, the United States and
the US Marine Corps; duty and honor first and foremost.”
“You bet!”
Buffy grinned and leaned down to kiss first Tara and then Willow. “I’ll be back, don’t wait up and don’t
worry.”
“Right!” Willow said sarcastically. “It’s Friday night so we can stay up and
worry all we want.”
“Right!” Tara agreed with a smile.
“Hey,” Buffy suddenly grew serious. “I… I just want to say… I love you both.”
The Slayer was out the door before either of them
could respond.
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Xander yelped as a vampire got a little close with a
swipe of its claws and the young man was forced to jump back into Anya. The former Vengeance demon grabbed her
boyfriend’s shirt and spun him around her and let the momentum of the vampire
carry him right into her stake. She
coughed and began dusting herself off a moment later as Xander regained his
balance. Anya turned to face Xander and
checked on him.
He was about to compliment his girlfriend on her
moves when he reached out and pushed Anya’s head down, roughly. Before she could complain, she felt Xander
reach over her and she was covered in dust once more.
The couple clung to each other and turned to lean
against a tomb and look for Buffy.
It had been a rough night of slaying, for some
reason the few days before Halloween seemed to bring every undead thing out of
its hiding place and Buffy was having a hard time keeping up with the traffic
in the graveyard. She had already
killed seven vampires and two demons while Xander and Anya had killed another
four vampires.
They found Buffy sparring with three vampires who
were obviously experienced and holding their own. One got a good grip on the Slayer’s arms, intending to hold her
still while the other two either ripped her limbs off or fed on her. Buffy instead kicked up with her feet and
caught one of them under the chin and sent him flying backwards. Then she used the downward momentum from the
jump to slide her leg between the legs of the vampire holding her, pulling him
forward and loosening his grip. It was
enough for her to reach up, grab his head and pull him over her shoulder onto
the ground. He was staked before he
finished yelling in surprise.
The other vampire got a good right hand blow to
Buffy’s eye and sent the Slayer to the ground. Before he could leap on her, she
swept his legs out from under him, rolled over beside the vampire and followed
through with a stake in his heart.
The third vampire, still clutching his broken jaw,
decided to leave the area before Buffy could get to her feet.
Xander and Anya helped Buffy to her feet as all them
quickly scanned each other for major wounds or bites.
“That is going to be a shiner!” Xander declared,
focusing a flashlight on Buffy’s eye and the cut just under it.
“Yup, feels like it,” Buffy agreed. “I’m tired, guys,” she declared, brushing
the dirt off her jacket. “I’m going to
check in with Giles, why don’t you head on home?”
Xander suddenly shifted on his feet and looked
uncomfortable.
“No, Giles and your mother said that we weren’t to
leave you alone,” Anya responded.
“Look, I’ll be fine!” Buffy smiled. “Its 4a.m. in the morning, everyone has
either run in terror or has been well fed by now and gone beddy-bye.”
“Nope, we go with you,” Xander said firmly.
“Okay, let’s go then,” Buffy sighed. “We’ll wait until morning to call Giles, I
just remembered he and my mom had a date for tonight and it is 4 a.m.”
“You mean Giles and your Mom?” Xander grinned. “That could be some scary visuals in my
head!”
“Try having read their thoughts after they had sex
on a car!” Buffy grinned.
“Oh man!” Xander groaned. “I forgot about that time you could read minds and caught that
they had sex.”
“Wasn’t just sex, it was sex on a police car!” Buffy
clarified as Anya giggled. “Twice!”
“Oh scary visuals!” Xander declared and held his
hands to his ears playfully.
“Yeah, very scary,” Buffy agreed.
“We’ll walk you to your door and crash on your sofa
for a couple of hours, if you don’t mind,” Xander suggested as they walked
along the deserted streets of Sunnydale.
“Nope, not a bit,” Buffy agreed with a smile.
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Buffy found Willow asleep with her laptop on her lap
and Tara curled up next to the redhead.
As much as they had been anxious for the Slayer’s return, lack of sleep
and Willow’s medication had caught up with both of them.
Buffy knew that Tara hadn’t been sleeping much since
Buffy had returned to regular slaying duties.
The blonde witch would wait with Willow for Buffy’s nightly return, or
she would sit with Willow and wake the red-haired witch from her
nightmares. Then she’d get up and go
through a day of classes and start the routine again that night.
Buffy smiled and leaned down and kissed Tara lightly
on the lips and felt a familiar peace come over her. The Slayer then gently moved Willow’s laptop to the nightstand
and kissed the redhead.
“Buffy?” Willow mumbled.
“It’s me,” the Slayer said. “Me, Xander and Anya are safe.”
“Okay,” Willow muttered and curled up down into the
bed next to Tara.
Buffy smiled at Willow’s rabbit pajamas and Tara’s
pink ones. “You two are adorable,” she
whispered and moved to her own room and let some of the night’s activities
catch up with her.
The Slayer moaned as she started to take off her
jacket and discovered some new places that were going to be bruised in the
morning and then healed by the next night.
There were advantages of having a Slayer’s healing abilities but it
still hurt. Buffy got her jacket off
and spun rapidly on her heels when she sensed someone behind.
“Oh God, Wills!” she hissed. “I almost decked you! Say something! Don’t
sneak up on me.”
“I’m sorry, Buff,” Willow said softly, wiping the
sleep out of her eyes with her one good hand.
“I didn’t want to wake the others.”
“What are you doing up?” Buffy asked, sitting the
redhead down on her bed and checking the hacker’s pulse.
“I’m fine,” Willow reassured her. “I just had this feeling that you were hurt
and needed me.”
“Wills, I’m fine, really,” Buffy said firmly. “Just a little bruised, might even get a
black eye out of it but nothing major.
Honest.”
“Then what am I sensing?” Willow asked, still half
asleep apparently.
“Uh…Wills, go back to bed,” Buffy suggested. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed
myself.”
Willow frowned and Buffy felt her own heart rate
increase.
“Something….” Willow muttered.
Buffy’s eyes darted around the room s if she was
looking for a quick exit. Willow’s eyes
widened.
“Slayer lust?” she whispered.
“Wills, please,” Buffy whispered, her fist clenched
next to her. “Go back to bed.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Buffy’s voice squeaked. “Wills, we haven’t talked about this.”
“What this? That I want you, that I want to make
love to you?” Willow asked softly, running her hand along Buffy’s jawline. Her green eyes caught Buffy’s soft whimper
and how the Slayer closed her eyes, fighting the feelings. “I’ve been dreaming about us, Buffy. I’m so scared but I want it.”
“Wills, okay,” Buffy began, jumping to her feet and
moving to stand in front of her dresser.
“I want this; you don’t know how bad I want you. You and Tara, both.”
“I know that,” Willow said calmly.
“We talked about working through this and just going
with whatever happens,” Buffy continued.
“What we haven’t talked about is Slayer lust.”
“What about it? From that Fan Fiction I read on Xena
sites, it’s pretty common after a battle,” Willow grinned.
“Xena Fan Fiction, you mean…” Buffy stammered. “People writing stuff about Xena and
Gabrielle? Together? Wow.
I have got to figure out that computer thing.”
Willow grinned even wider.
“Yeah,” Buffy continued, coming back to the
topic. “From what Giles said about
Slayers, it’s very common. What you and
I didn’t talk about was how rough it can get.”
“What do you mean?” Willow asked.
“God, Wills!” Buffy snapped. “How am I supposed to talk about this right
now?”
“Describe it for me,” Willow suggested.
“It’s like…fire racing through my blood. Every nerve is alive and over-aware,”
Buffy’s voice dropped to a lower octave and her eyes grew distant. “My hands shake and I hear this roaring in
my ears. Everything is centered around
this ache, this need!”
Buffy closed her eyes and clenched her fists
tightly; unaware that she was trembling and unaware that Willow had noticed.
The Slayer felt Willow’s hand on her cheek and
whimpered again.
“Wills, please,” she whispered, keeping her eyes
closed, knowing that if she looked into those green eyes she’d be lost to the
arousal racking her body. “Go to bed,
I’ll take a shower and go to bed, we’ll talk about it in the morning.”
“Buffy, I need this to happen,” Willow whispered,
leaning into the Slayer and resting her head on Buffy’s shoulder.
“Not tonight, please! I don’t want to hurt you,”
Buffy pleaded, her arms going around Willow’s neck and back. “What about that heart rate thing. Slayer
Lust can get wild and rough. Faith
almost killed Xander one night.”
“I am scared of sex and what it might do to my heart
but the doctors said it would be fine whenever I was ready and to listen to my
body,” Willow whispered and lightly nipped at the Slayer’s neck. Buffy moaned and felt her knees almost
collapse. “I’m listening to my body,
Buffy,” Willow continued whispering and nibbling, moving up to Buffy’s earlobe
and then in for a long and passionate kiss that left them both breathless. “I’m listening to your body and I’m
listening to my heart, Buff.”
“Willow, please, let’s wait til after the full
moon,” Buffy suggested.
“No,” the hacker said firmly, running her one good
hand through Buffy’s hair. “I want this
before the full moon.”
Willow tried to smile at Buffy’s confused
expression.
“There is a possibility of Oz getting his claws on
you; I want us together before that can happen. I want us mated,” Willow explained.
“Mated? Like in wolves and mates?” Buffy whispered
and felt her control slipping even further as the hacker pressed her body
against the Slayer, including a leg between hers. Hip to hip, Buffy’s center exploded into fire when Willow’s leg
pressed against her. “Oh God, Will, I
can’t lose control with you.”
“I’m not that fragile,” Willow grinned and bit
Buffy’s lower lip and moved back to the Slayer’s neck.
“Don’t wolves mate for life?” Buffy protested.
Her hands had other ideas, though, and they moved
under Willow’s pajama top and Buffy shuddered along with Willow when she
touched the hacker’s soft skin.
“Yes, that’s why Oz wants me like a wolf,” Willow
answered.
“But, for life, Wills? Me?”
“You and Tara are my life, Buffy,” Willow countered
as her hand went down the front of Buffy’s button blouse and ran over the
already aroused nipples of the Slayer.
“I love you, Willow,” Buffy growled. “I can’t hold out, please.”
“Then don’t,” Willow suggested and tweaked one of
Buffy’s nipples.
Buffy felt the final strand of control evaporate
under the hacker’s teeth and hand and growled in return. Instead of backing off or squeaking in
surprise, Willow met her growl with lips and a tongue that demanded entrance. Buffy growled again and her hands went to
the front of Willow’s pajamas and ripped it open, sending buttons flying.
Willow’s head snapped back as she gasped, inviting
the Slayer to continue, breaking off the kiss with a moan.
Buffy was more than willing to continue and dropped
her head to Willow’s neck and began nibbling and exploring the redhead in her
arms with both lips and hands. Willow
cried out as her knees went weak as Buffy’s hands found her breasts.
The Slayer growled and lifted Willow off her feet
and the hacker instinctively and playfully wrapped her legs around Buffy’s
hips. Buffy easily carried Willow to
her bed and fell onto the bed with the hacker, never releasing her hold on
Willow’s neck. The hacker used her legs
to hold and pull the Slayer even closer.
Willow thought she would explode before they even
really got started when Buffy’s head went to her nipples and began teasing them
endlessly, first one then the other, alternating teeth and hand.
“Buffy!” Willow cried out, trying to keep her voice
down and failing as her hips jerked in response. “Goddess, don’t stop!”
The Slayer growled deep in her throat and sat up
between Willow’s legs and stood up quickly, pulling the witch’s pajama bottoms
with her. Willow sat up and watched
Buffy rip her own shirt off and kick off her boots. A moment later and the Slayer’s jeans were piled on the floor.
“Gods, Buffy, you’re beautiful,” Willow whispered
and then laughed when Buffy practically leaped on her. The delighted laugh was cut short by Buffy’s
lips and demanding tongue, which Willow met with equal passion.
Buffy’s head arched back when Willow’s teeth latched
onto her neck and the hacker’s hand began exploring Buffy’s breasts. The Slayer’s leg went between Willow’s and
she brought her thigh up against Willow’s sex and the witch gasped.
“Wills,” she whispered breathlessly, trembling all
over from trying to hold back and not hurt the woman she was in love with.
“Goddess, I love you!” Willow responded and pulled
Buffy up and latched onto the Slayer’s nipple with her teeth and the other with
her hand.
Buffy cried out, bracing herself with her hands on
either side of the witch and bucked against Willow. “Oh my God, Wills, yes!”
When Willow’s hand went lower and began to dance in the
Slayers blonde hair, she lost any control she had left. The witch’s fingers went lower and
discovered how wet and aroused Buffy was and both moaned at the contact.
“Feels so wonderful!” Willow whispered. She yelped in surprise when Buffy growled
and almost ripped her own body away from Willow to return her lips and teeth to
the hacker’s nipples. She then began
kissing, licking and lightly nipping her way down Willow’s ribs and lower.
The computer hacker thought she was going to squirm
off the bed. She was so aroused and had
never felt anything like that with Oz.
She also was cursing the cast on her arm once again. Willow wanted both hands free to touch Buffy
and could only use one.
Buffy moaned as she crawled between Willow’s legs,
encouraging the redhead to move wider for her and brought Willow’s legs
up.
Willow looked down into Buffy’s blue eyes and
whimpered at the look of absolute arousal and intensity on the Slayer’s face.
Buffy thought she would collapse right then as she
caught Willow’s scent and with the knowledge that she was no longer held back
by relationships, or jeans. Her tongue
began exploring Willow’s sexual area and the witch cried out and bucked on the
bed at the first touch. Buffy grinned
and placed one arm across Willow’s abdomen, trying to hold the hacker close
enough so Buffy could continue this wonderful experience.
Hearing Willow cry out again took Buffy another
level higher and let more of the Slayer frenzy free.
“Buffy!” Willow cried out, her voice becoming harsh
as her hand gripped the bedspread under her.
The Slayer ran her tongue as far inside the witch as
she could and moaned with the pleasure it was giving Willow. Buffy was certain that she would never get
enough of Willow after this, the connection was so intense and nothing like she
had experienced with Angel or Riley.
She ran her fingers along Willow’s lips as her
tongue danced around the witch’s clit, teasing the already frantic hacker into
a frenzy. Buffy glanced up and saw the
flushed look, closed eyes and the hacker thrashing her head from side to side
and was amazed that she was able to do that for her Willow.
Willow bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a cry
when Buffy entered her with one finger and ran her tongue over the witch’s
clit.
“Yes!” she begged the Slayer.
Despite Buffy’s worries that Willow was indeed
fragile, she quickly discovered that Willow was making a nice recovery when the
hacker began thrusting against her finger, demanding more vocally and
physically. Buffy added another finger
and felt her own body jerk of its own accord.
The Slayer cried out loudly as Willow thrust against her fingers and
Buffy felt it in her own body and somewhere in the back of her mind, Buffy
realized she had connected with Willow’s arousal and was riding the same waves.
Buffy cried out and growled, a primal need
overwhelming her and moved up along Willow’s body and found the witch’s lips
and tongue more than ready to meet hers as her fingers continued thrusting into
the redhead.
Buffy’s head moved to the witch’s neck once more and
bit down hard as she thrust deeper and harder and ran her thumb over Willow’s
clit.
Willow screamed Buffy’s name and Buffy cried out at
the same time while biting the witch.
Buffy moaned and tried to hold on as Willow’s body thrashed, jerked and
nearly took them both off the bed.
Buffy held her fingers inside and wondered at the feel of Willow’s
muscles contracting around her fingers.
Marveling at the way the witch’s muscles drew her in tighter and seemed
to hang on as waves of pleasure hit both of them.
Willow collapsed back onto the bed, breathing
heavily and Buffy felt Willow’s muscles relax slightly and withdrew with a
whimper that matched Willow’s at the loss of the contact.
Buffy pulled the witch into her arms and let her own
body calm its trembling and slow her heart rate down. The Slayer quickly checked Willow’s pulse and found it very rapid
but slowing down.
The Slayer leaned up on one elbow and looked down at
the panting Willow and smiled. She
gently moved a lock of red hair from the hacker’s sweating forehead and leaned
down to tenderly kiss her.
Willow opened her eyes slowly after the kiss and
smiled widely. She wrapped her one good
arm around the Slayer’s neck for another kiss.
“Goddess, Buffy,” she whispered, snuggling into
Buffy’s arms as the Slayer smiled and wrapped her arms around her Willow. “That was incredible!”
“You okay? I was a little rough,” Buffy asked, her
voice sounding younger with her concern.
“Most definitely!” Willow grinned and then winced
slightly as her hand went to her neck.
“I think you may have drawn blood but I’ll be fine.”
“Wills!” Buffy said, alarmed.
“No big deal, I half expected it if the connection
was as intense as I thought it was,” Willow mumbled.
“Want to run that by me again?” Buffy smiled.
“If we weren’t imagining the connection between us,
between the three of us,” Willow muttered, trying to explain. “I thought the sex would be more intense
than any of us expected. I knew with a
Slayer that it could be rough.”
“I never bit through Riley’s skin,” Buffy muttered,
still worried.
“No discussing Riley, Angel or Oz in our bed,”
Willow growled and Buffy grinned.
“Deal,” she agreed.
“I still haven’t done that with anyone!”
“We don’t know if you’re a wolf or not, if you are
then I think it wouldn’t be a surprise,” Willow said sleepily. She snapped her eyes open and shook her
head. “Damnit, I want to make love to
you.”
“Shhh,” Buffy said with a tender smile. “Tomorrow is Saturday, no school. Attack me in the morning.”
“Okay, deal,” Willow nodded enthusiastically.
“What about that wolf thing?” Buffy asked as the
hacker closed her eyes.
“If you are a wolf, you just marked me as yours,”
Willow mumbled, drifting into sleep as she left a worried Slayer behind.
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October
27
Xander and Anya both were more quiet than usual the
next morning as Tara prepared a large breakfast for everyone.
They didn’t mention that Joyce Summers hadn’t come
home at all the night before and that Buffy and Willow still weren’t downstairs
either.
The young couple watched Tara carefully but she
didn’t seem upset or bothered.
Xander and Anya talked about the slaying duties the
night before and how it seemed that Halloween seemed to draw all the undead out
of their crypts and Tara agreed. She
explained that Samhain was an ancient Celtic holiday and how it was believed
that the veil between the realms of darkness, the spiritual side, and the
physical realm was thin. During this
time the deities of the nether regions could cross into the earthly realm.
“Willow!”
Xander almost jumped out of his seat at the scream
from upstairs. Both of them looked at
Tara and were surprised when she merely shrugged.
“Does it not bother you?” Anya, lacking her usual
tact, asked bluntly.
Tara smiled.
“No, I knew where Willow was going last night before we fell asleep.”
“You knew?” Xander managed to squeak.
“Yes,” Tara said shyly. “We could both feel Buffy’s…how she is after a hard night of
slaying…how she….”
“You mean how she wants to rip someone’s clothes off
and have multiple orgasms?”
“Anya!” Xander yelled and wondered if there was
enough room under the table for him.
“What?” Anya demanded.
Tara merely laughed softly. “Yeah, that’s it exactly. We could tell it was hitting Buffy hard last
night when all of you walked in. We
both agreed for Willow to approach Buffy last night.”
“What about you and Buffy?” Xander risked asking.
“Hopefully she still wants me and Willow, both,” a
voice responded from the stairs.
The three Scooby gang members looked over and saw
Buffy standing at the bottom of the stairs.
The Slayer was toweling her hair dry and walking slowly into the dining
area. Xander and Anya suddenly decided
that what they were eating was very fascinating as Tara and Buffy looked at
each other.
They couldn’t read Tara’s expression from under
their eyebrows but Buffy looked about as vulnerable as Xander had ever seen
her.
Tara stood up slowly and walked to the Slayer and
gently took the towel from Buffy and drew the Slayer into her arms, erasing any
doubt in anyone’s mind as Buffy melted into the taller woman’s arms.
Buffy almost broke into tears from relief; she knew
she was head over heels in love with Willow and the night and morning of sex
had only confirmed it. She also knew
she was falling just as deeply in love with Tara. She clung to the tall witch tightly.
“Go grab some breakfast, I’m going to check on
Willow,” Tara order the Slayer and Buffy nodded, choked up too much to speak.
She quickly turned and dashed for the kitchen.
Tara found Willow unwrapping the plastic from around
her cast and trying to dry herself off with one hand. The red-haired witch realized that Tara was standing in the
doorway of the bathroom and began blushing.
Tara smiled gently and moved into the bathroom and
shut the door. She gently took the
towel from her fellow witch and began toweling Willow down. The blonde witch simply wrapped the towel
around Willow and then wrapped her arms around the smaller witch when Willow
hugged her tightly.
“Are we okay?” Willow whispered.
Tara stroked the red hair below her chin
softly. “Yes, my love,” Tara said
softly. “We are more than okay.”
“Really?” Willow asked, pulling back slightly.
“Yes,” Tara said simply and kissed the witch.
Willow whimpered and melted into Tara’s arms and
pressed her body against Tara.
After a moment Tara leaned her forehead against
Willow’s as they struggled to breathe.
“We’d better stop now or that towel is going to
disappear,” Tara teased and Willow turned bright red again.
Tara raised Willow’s head to one side as she took in
the massive bruising and slight cut on Willow’s neck.
“Any regrets?” Tara asked.
“Only if we weren’t okay,” Willow whispered. “I love you, Tara.”
“I love you too,” Tara responded and handed the
redhead her shirt. “It obviously went
well,” she teased and Willow blushed right on cue.
Tara laughed as she helped Willow into her
shirt.
“I’m glad it did,” Tara said softly and held Willow tightly
for a moment and then helped the witch into a pair of sweat pants.
“I love you, Tara,” Willow said simply.
“I love you too and Buffy,” Tara responded. “I still want your body.”
“And Buffy’s?” Willow teased with a smile.
“Are you kidding?
You bet!”
“Good, I still want to attack you,” Willow grinned,
leaning on Tara as she guided her feet into her slippers.
“Willow, you’re not planning anything dangerous are
you?” Tara questioned, suddenly serious.
“What do you mean?” Willow asked cautiously.
“You’ve been hovering over that computer for days
and you haven’t said a word about the research,” Tara began, sitting down on
Willow’s bed while the hacker dropped her pajamas into a laundry basket. “I have the feeling you had last night
planned and was wondering if…if it might…if it’s connected to something you’re
planning.”
Willow looked thoughtful and sat down next to Tara.
“I admitted to Buffy that I wanted last night to
happen before the full moon,” Willow said.
“Why before the full moon?” Tara asked gently.
“Because if she is a werewolf, I want to claim her
before Oz can get to her!” Willow growled, slamming her fist down on the
bed. “I want her to be mates with me
and you, it might counter any control he can have over her as alpha wolf.”
“Looks like she claimed you,” Tara teased and
Willow’s mood eased instantly.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Let’s get you some breakfast and then you can tell
me the details,” Tara suggested.
“Tara!” Willow squeaked.
“What? What do you think Xander and Anya are doing
right now with Buffy?”
“Oh Goddess!” Willow muttered.
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Willow was finding it difficult. The Scooby Gang and Joyce Summers weren’t