Willow left Tara once they reached the town itself, letting
the intense wiccan return to her usual post over at the Bronze. She
knew that the woman was probably shaken by what she had heard that
night, about the other world and her life there, not that Willow
could really blame her. She still had a hard time accepting it all!
Walking through the town of Sunnydale Willow kept her eyes
open, the vampiress letting all her senses reach out into the
darkness. The long leather coat swirled around her legs, her leather
fetish wear clinging to her long slim body. The reddish brown hair
swirled around her pale face, blown back by the slight breeze.
'It's so quiet,' Willow thought, for just a moment wishing
that there was some foolish vampire wandering out there in the
night. She was tense, and part of her really wanted to hurt
something. She reached the mansion that she and Buffy were using as
their base of operations, entering almost silently through the front
door.
Buffy was pacing the living-room, her blonde hair tied back.
She grinned and ran to Willow as soon as she saw her, "Are you all
right? The wiccan's didn't hurt you, did they?"
"Ah," Willow gasped softly as Buffy threw her arms around
her. She felt a sudden lash of warmth, and realized exactly why she
was feeling cranky. "I'm fine," she said softly as she gently pushed
Buffy away. She smiled slightly, "I'm sorry to worry you."
Buffy gave Willow a scolding look, "If you hadn't come back
here soon, I would have had to go in there after you." Impatiently
she asked, "So what did they want?"
"To find out how I had regained my soul," Willow softly
explained. Her expression was pained as she softly added, "I met an
old friend there, one I tried to kill."
Buffy blinked, trying to match those two odd statements
together. "You didn't have your soul when you tried to kill your
friend," she finally said softly, "it wasn't your fault."
"True," Willow sighed softly. She had the oddest look on her
face, "She wasn't even angry with me about it, just calm."
Suddenly, in the silence Buffy's stomach gurgled.
"You haven't eaten yet?" Willow chuckled softly. They walked
towards the kitchen together, "Let's see what's in the fridge."
"Sorry," Buffy blushed slightly. She smiled impishly at
Willow, "I was going to hit a fast food joint, but I didn't want you
lecturing me again."
Willow chuckled to herself softly, "And you don't cook, do
you?" She put some hamburgers on, slicing up a bit of tomatoes and
onions as she softly murmured, "Maybe you should get a wife to help
take care of you."
"I thought I already had," Buffy gave Willow a little smile.
A slight blush appeared on Willow's cheeks. She flipped the
burgers, feeling a pang of hunger stirring within her, but not a
hunger for blood. "Don't tease, please," Willow murmured, "you never
know what might happen."
"Oh really?" Buffy's eyes twinkled with amusement. She
leaned on the counter by Willow, her T-shirt pulling tightly across
her firm breasts. "I don't think I'd be all that bothered by
whatever happened ," she softly murmured.
Willow gave her a gently scolding look, but she kept her
mouth firmly shut. Buffy pouted cutely, and in a few moments Willow
dished up the burgers for her. As Buffy ate her meal Willow took out
a blood packet out of the metal case in the bottom of the fridge,
pouring it into a mug then putting it in the microwave.
"You should be more careful," Willow finally said, keeping
her eyes focused on the microwave, "my self control isn't always as
good as I'd like."
Buffy polished off one of her hamburgers, then she picked up
the other. "You don't need to control yourself so much, Willow," she
said to her gently.
"You don't know what you're asking," Willow quietly
murmured, taking the mug out of the microwave oven and stirring it a
bit. Her face flickered, becoming more vampiric as she drank the mug
of blood down in one pull.
"Yes, I do," Buffy put the burger down on her plate. She got
up from her seat, gently putting her hand on Willow's arm, "You
wanted to give me some time, and I appreciate that. But I think I
know what I want, Willow."
"You..." Willow started.
Buffy leaned forward, kissing Willow gently on the lips.
There was a slight taste of blood there, but the slim blonde
continued on, her tongue seeking in that warm mouth. Willow stood
there stiffly for a moment, then she gently wrapped her arms around
Buffy's body.
"I shouldn't," Willow murmured softly, but anything else
that she was going to say was cut off by another fierce kiss.
"You should," was Buffy's quiet answer.
Willow shuddered, feeling Buffy's hands cupping her
shoulders, stroking along the base of her throat then down the front
of her leather dress. "Oh goddess," she murmured softly, a breathy
moan escaping as fingers found her breasts.
"Your skin is so cool," Buffy whispered her discovery, her
hands still seeking gently. She bent forward, pressing her lips to
the cool skin that was exposed at the throat as she continued to
tease surprisingly pointy nipples.
"I'm.. always just a bit cooler than a normal person,"
Willow managed to answer breathlessly. Her legs were getting so
weak, she leaned up against the kitchen counter for support.
Buffy drew back a bit, letting her fingers stop their play.
She gently cupped Willow's sides as she softly murmured, "This would
be a lot more fun in the bedroom." Buffy smiled slightly, "Unless
you really don't want me to continue?"
Willow smiled shyly, "I don't want to stop."
The two young women walked back through the halls towards
Willow's bedroom together, holding each other's hand. The vampiress
cast her long leather coat aside, revealing even more of her pale
shoulders, those long, long legs encased in the skintight leather
pants. Buffy flipped the light switch, but oddly the lights in the
room didn't turn on. Willow struck a match, and lit a few candles
that were placed around the room, giving it a soft romantic glow.
"It's beautiful," Buffy murmured, looking at the large bed
in the middle of the room, the walls hung with woven tapestries
collected from around the mansion.
"Thank you," Willow began to unlace the top of her leather
dress. In a few seconds leather cords hung free, and she smiled at
Buffy gently, "Would you care to do the honors?"
"I'd love to," Buffy stepped up, placing her hands on the
two pieces that made up the leather top. Gently she pulled them
apart, the laces pulling from the holes, until the sections dropped
to the floor revealing creamy pale skin.
"You're a bit overdressed," the now topless Willow moved a
bit nearer to Buffy. She took the bottom of the Slayer's T-shirt in
her hands, tugging it upwards and over her head. Restrained in a
simple white bra the woman's breasts strained to be free. Willow
reached around, finding the hooks and releasing them into the air.
"Ooh," Buffy shuddered as cool skin pressed against her,
then moaned softly as fingers teased at the already sensitive
breasts.
"Turnabout is fair play," Willow murmured softly in her ear.
Willow slid her cool hands down Buffy's sides, coming to a
stop at the button of the woman's jeans. Buffy nodded slightly, and
Willow unbuttoned and zipped the pants, quickly discovering two
things: Buffy was indeed a natural blonde, and she wasn't wearing
any underwear.
"I took them off when I came home," Buffy's voice had a
throaty quality to it, "I wanted to be ready when you got here."
Willow leaned forward from where she knelt in front of Buffy
and pressed a single chaste kiss to that blonde mound. She rose like
a cat, gently bringing Buffy's hands to her own waist, "Help me get
these off." It took some wiggling to get the leather pants off her,
but in moments they fell to the floor beside Buffy's jeans.
"I love you," Buffy murmured as she drew Willow down onto
the bed.
"And I, you," Willow kissed her, savoring the moment.
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