Slayer and Shadow: Interlude

Slayer and Shadow: Interlude (R-rated)

It was an oddly surreal moment there in the abandoned mansion that they shared, watching the graceful red-haired vampiress moving around the kitchen preparing their dinner. Willow put some hamburgers on for Buffy, slicing up a bit of tomatoes and onions as she murmured to her fondly, "Maybe you should find yourself a wife to help take care of you."

"I thought I already had," Buffy gave Willow a sweet little smile. The blonde vampire slayer walked into the kitchen to be a bit nearer to the other woman, her short hair falling into her eyes.

A slight blush appeared on Willow's cheeks. She flipped the burgers over, feeling a pang of hunger stirring within her, but not a hunger for blood. "Don'ase ase me, 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 white 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 at not getting a reaction, 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 still working microwave, "my self control isn't always as good as I'd like."

Buffy polished off one of her hamburgers with a big bite, then she picked up the other one. "You don't need to control yourself so much, Willow," she said to her gently, the caring she felt for her clear in Buffy's voice.

"You don't know what you're asking," Willow quietly murmured, taking the mug out of the microwave oven and stirring it up 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 half eaten burger back 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 to figure out my feelings, and I appreciate that. But I think I know what I want, Willow."

"You..." Willow started to say.

Buffy leaned forward, cutting those words off by kissing Willow gently on the lips. There was a slight taste of blood still 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, holding her close.

"I shouldn't," Willow murmured softly, but anything else that she was going to say was stopped 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 those 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 those surprisingly pointy nipples.

"I'm.. my body is always just a bit cooler than a normal person," Willow managed to answer her, more than a bit breathlessly. Her legs were getting so weak that she had to lean 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 at her shyly as she admitted, "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 dress. Buffy flipped the light switch, but oddly the lights in the room didn't turn on. Instead Willow struck a match and lit a few candles that were pl aro around the room, giving it a soft romantic glow.

"It's beautiful," Buffy murmured, looking around the room. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, the walls hung with woven tapestries collected from around the mansion, blocking out any light that might have come inside.

"Thank you," Willow reached up to begin to unlace the top of her leather dress, undoing the first knot. In a few seconds the leather cords hung free, and she smiled at Buffy gently as she offered, "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 the sections apart, the laces pulling from the holes, until the two pieces dropped to the floor revealing creamy pale skin. Buffy felt her breath catch as she saw those pale breasts, the nipples just a bit darker.

"You're a bit overdressed," the now topless Willow teased as she 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 cotton bra the young woman's breasts strained to be free, and Willow really wanted to see them. She reached around, taking in a deep breath of Buffy's healthy scent while finding the hooks and releasing the breasts into the air.

"Ooh," Buffy shuddered as cool skin pressed up against her, then she moaned softly as skillful fingers teased at the already sensitive breasts. Willow's fingers were everywhere, delicately stroking, then pinching and teasing the nipples themselves.

"Turnabout is fair play," Willow murmured softly in her ear.

Willow reluctantly pulled her hands away from those breasts and slid her cool hands down Buffy's sides, coming to a stop at the button on the top of the woman's jeans. Buffy nodded slightly, and Willow unbuttoned and zipped the pants down, 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, a huskiness brought on by her intense desire, "I wanted to be ready when you got here."

Willow knelt down in front of Buffy and leaned forward to press a single chaste kiss to that blonde mound, taking in the heady scent of arousal. She rose like a cat, gently bringing Buffy's hands to her own waist, meeting the girl's eyes.

"Help me get these off," Willow asked softly. It took some wiggling to get the leather dress the rest of the way 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.

The vampiress paused, looking down at Buffy laying there, her blonde hair a ragged mop on the pillow as she gazed up at Willow so longingly. Willow took the lead, beginning with another gentle kiss to the lips. Her hands cupped those hot breasts once again, the nipples jabbing into Willow's palms as she massaged them.

"Ah," Buffy gasped out as Willow's raspy tongue made it's way down her jaw, stroking sweetly down her neck.

Willow chuckled softly, reaching those full breasts with her mouth. For a moment she heard the gentle pounding of Buffy's heart in her ears, the scent of her blood racing, and the vampire face appeared as another hunger rose within her.

"If you need to," Buffy managed to gasp.

"No," Willow kissed a nipple, Buffy's gasp loud in the bedroom, "I want this to be clean." She stroked the other nipple, "I want this to be pure."

"I'm not thinking," Buffy whimpered softly, "very pure thoughts right now.."

Willow laughed, nipping at the pink flesh, leaving delicate little hickeys. Wiggling she moved downward, kissing the round curve of Buffy's belly, a growing scent drawing her onward. She paused there, looking down at that golden triangle, matted down now with wetness.

"Oh," Buffy mewled, the sound almost like a cat as Willow kissed her there, letting her tongue trace those outer lips.

The scent was so heady, Willow breathed it deep as her fingers slid into that wetness, almost like velvet. Delicately she slid those fingers in deeper, wriggling them a bit as slickness coated her palm. The clit stood up, throbbing redly, and Willow delighted in the soft cries that Buffy made as she blew on it, lightly.

Two fingers, encased in wet heat, then three. Buffy was twisting, moaning as Willow slid up, keeping her hand in place. She clamed those vibrant lips again as she drove four fingers inside, moving her arm steadily. Buffy arched up, twisting on the mattress, only Willow's lips on hers silencing those loud cries. Finally, the blonde relaxed and Willow pulled back a bit.

"Wow." Buffy looked up at her, her eyes almost glowing with joy. She kissed Willow, then gently lapped some of the juices away from her face, sighing happily.

"Wow?" Willow raised an eyebrow.

"Just wow," Buffy snuggled in close, wrapping her arms around Willow, then closing her legs to keep the other girl's hand right where it was. "You're incredible," she murmured.

"So are you," Willow murmured. The night's exertions seemed to telling on her lover, Buffy's eyes drooping. "You need to rest," she said softly.

"But I wanted to.." Buffy looked up at her, fighting to keep her eyes open, "I wanted to give you pleasure like that, too."

"That was more than enough for me," Willow murmured, feeling the wetness ion her own thighs. She smiled slightly, "And there's always other nights, my love."

"Other nights," Buffy agreed, kissing her again. The blonde seemed to be dozing off as she softly murmured, "Can I sleep here?"

"Yes," Willow wrapped her arms protectively around her, looking down at her now softly sleeping love. "Every night I have," she said softly, "they're all yours, now."

End Interlude.