The Three of Us

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Spike shivered, “Christ, there it is again.”

“What?” Giles peered out the windshield and side window. “What did you see?”

“I didn’t see nothin’,” Spike sighed, “It’s more like I felt it.” He paused for a moment, “Tha’s twice tonight. There’s summat goin’ on, and it’s huge.”

Giles furrowed his brow, “I haven’t felt a thing, what the devil are you talking about?”

Spike shrugged, “Dunno, it’s a chill, like a icy hand just grabbed my heart.”

“Your heart doesn’t beat, Spike. Or perhaps you’ve forgotten that little piece of information?”

Spike shook his peroxide head, “Got nothin’ ta do with my heart beatin’ or not.” He turned to face Giles, a serious look on his face, “It’s kinda like walkin’ down the street, and a gust o’ wind suddenly chills ya.” Giles nodded in response. “Only worse, lots worse.”

“Do you think its evil?” Giles questioned him. “That would explain why you felt it and I didn’t. No offence.”

Spike shook his head, “Don’t know if it’s evil or not,” he said slowly. “I do think It’s very, very, powerful. An’ it done somethin’, twice tonight.”

“Well,” Giles spoke seriously, “We’ll have Willow and Tara check for any large incidences of magic. See if there’s any trace of some large spells.”

Spike stared at him, “If she’s still ‘ere.”

“What?!” Giles head whipped around, wide-eyed.

“She’s in that fuckin’ warehouse, ridin’ wiff the dark slayer! If summat ‘appens to ‘er, they’re both gone!” Spike’s voice rose as he spoke. “Do you not fuckin’ care?” He shook his head, “Those bastard’s from the Council show, and you’re runnin’ around like a git.”

Giles sighed and his head drooped, “You’re wrong Spike, I do care. I just forgot Willow’s spirit is with Faith. I care about all of them.” He turned to face the blond vampire, “That includes you.”

“Are we goin’ to ‘ug each other now?” Spike’s voice was filled with disdain. “You know if it wasn’t for this soddin’ chip, I’d have killed you all by now.”

Giles tried to hide the smile, “Quite right, William, I expected nothing less, of course.”

Spike huffed as he crossed his arms and stared out the passenger window. “Turn right, up the next alley, and we’ll be there.” Giles still had the small smile as he nodded in acquiescence. He dumped the clutch and killed the engine, as he turned into the alley. They glided in silence to a halt. Slowly they stepped out of the car and gently closed the doors. Spike closed his eyes, and listened intently for any sounds emanating from the building. He quickly glanced at Giles, “I don’t ‘ear anythin’. You ready?” Giles nodded and the two slowly approached the entrance. “Still nothin’” Spike whispered as they stopped in front of the door. Spike saw the tremor in Giles’ hand as he slowly reached to pull the door open.

“Faith?” Buffy blinked. She looked around the warehouse to find her girlfriend standing twenty feet away. “How the hell did you get over there? You were right in front of me.”

Faith smirked as she started moving towards the blond, “It’s gonna take awhile to explain. Gimme a hand gettin’ your mom untied.”

Buffy turned her head to look at her mother, her brows furrowed for a moment, “Where’s the guy in the black pajamas? Wasn’t he untying mom?” She paused, “Who was he anyhow?” Buffy turned back to see a sad smile on Faith’s face, “Do you know him?”

Faith nodded as she stopped next to her girlfriend, “Yeah, I’ll tell you all about him when Queen C gets here. Let’s get your mom outta that chair.” Faith smiled at the blond and went to Joyce.

Buffy blinked, not moving, “Cordy’s coming? Here?”

“Yeah,” Faith was untying the ropes around Joyce. “She had a vision, and called me, I went by the house, and found the picture.” She stood and stared at Buffy, “C called me, not you.” A slight red tinge started to develop in Buffy’s cheeks. She bit her bottom lip and stared at the floor. “We’ll talk about that later.” Faith said detachedly. She bent and quickly pulled the tape from Joyce’s mouth. “Sorry, but, it’s better if you pull it off quick.” She busied herself with undoing the knots.

Buffy had slowly started to hobble toward Faith and her mom. “Are you okay?” she asked.

Joyce shook her head, “No, I think my arm is broken.” She was cradling it against her chest. “It hurts like shit.”

Faith and Buffy’s eyebrows both shot up. “Mom!” Buffy shrieked. “Watch your language!”
Faith was quietly chuckling while she watched the interaction.

“I don’t really care, Buffy, and why didn’t you call Faith?” Joyce’s voice was edged with ice. “In as much as I want to thank you for trying to rescue me, you were in no condition to try. You needed Faith, and you didn’t call her?”

Buffy had stopped a few feet in front of her mom, “I saw the picture of you all tied up and I got angry, and just followed the instructions on the note. They said not to call anyone.” Her voice trailed off. She blinked under the hard gaze from Joyce. “I’m glad you’re okay, except for the broken arm thingy,” she said weakly.

“Thanks to Faith,” Joyce smiled warmly at the dark slayer. “We’re both okay.”

Faith shrugged at the compliment, her head dropping down toward the floor. When she looked back up, Joyce could see the smirk and a sparkle in the dark girl’s eyes. “Seein’ as I was comin’ to save you,” she smiled at Joyce, “I figgered I might as well save her ass too.” She jerked her thumb toward Buffy. “I didn’t really want to make a second trip, ya know?”

Buffy’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Joyce winced when she shrugged, “It makes sense, really, if you think about it.” Her eyes danced as she watched her daughter, “At least you were going to come back for her, weren’t you?”

Faith winked at her, “Only if you weren’t hurt too bad.” She turned her head slightly to see the gasping look on Buffy’s face, “Relax B, I’m jokin’.” She stopped suddenly and stared at the entrance to the warehouse. “Get behind me,” she half whispered.

“What?” Buffy looked at her, then to the door.

“Now, B,” Faith stepped past the blond and positioned herself between the two Summers women and the entrance. “Somebody’s out there. You ready Red?”

“Yup,” Willow answered. “I’m ready to go.”

Faith quickly checked over her shoulder. Buffy and Joyce were using the chair as a shield. She flexed her fingers and rolled her shoulders, watching the door. “Any ideas Faith?” Willow asked.

“Maybe,” Faith growled. “One’s a vampire, the other ain’t. Could be Bleach boy and the English guy, but I ain’t takin’ any chances.”

“Geez,” Willow replied, “You’re really pissed at him.”

“Do you blame me?” Faith hissed. “The Council was tryin’ to kill her, and he was helpin’ them.”

“I don’t think he helped that much, Faith,” Willow said. “It kind of sounds like he was trying to give Buffy every chance he could.”

“All he had to do was tell me,” Faith said coldly. “I’d a fixed it, and fuckin’ quickly.”

Willow could feel the darkness starting to well up again within the slayer. “Okay Faith,” she said slowly, “We’ll talk about it later, and figure out what to do.”

Faith shook her head, “Uh-uh, I get these two to the hospital, then I take Kralik back to the Council. See if they come back when I’m done.”

Faith’s anger was threatening to overwhelm Willow, “We can do it that way, that’ll work.” She paused for a moment, “Just be careful Faith, Buffy needs you to come back to her.”

“I know.”

Giles looked at Spike, when the blond nodded, he slowly started to slide the door open. Spike shook his head and reached over the watcher, “Bloody git.” He grabbed the edge of the door, and heaved it open. Screeching in its rails, as it rolled open, it revealed an angry Faith staring them down. Both men inhaled as they felt her gaze burn into them. Spike recovered first, “See?” he scoffed, “I tol’ ya there was nuffin’ to worry about.” He turned on his heel and strode into the empty space. A second later Giles started to follow him.

Faith stood, unmoving as the two men slowly crossed the floor toward her. Her black, unblinking eyes, watching their every step. “Thank God,” Buffy said as she moved out from behind the chair. “It’s Giles, and Spike.” She looked at the immobile Slayer standing in front of her, “Faith, you can relax, it’s just Spike and Giles.”

The dark slayer’s hands slowly curled up into fists. “Some things should just be dead,” she muttered.

Buffy limped up to Faith and gently laid a hand on her shoulder, “It’s just Spike,” she said in a soothing tone. “You really need to let some of this animosity go.”

Faith’s head turned slightly, she could still see the two men approaching, “Who said I was talkin’ about Spike?” Her head moved back to the two Englishmen.

Giles could feel the anger as the dark slayer watched his every movement. In a quiet voice he spoke to Spike, “You’re right; she does scare the hell out of people.”

The blond vampire nodded, “Bloody right, this one’s all yours.”

Buffy’s brow furrowed as she processed what the dark slayer had said. As the two men stopped in front of the slayers, Buffy could feel the hatred pouring off her girlfriend in waves. “Faith,” she said quietly, “What’s going on?” The tension in the room grew as the second’s ticked away. “Faith?” she queried again.

“Ask him,” Faiths eyes never left the watcher’s face. She waited, coiled, ready to strike, waiting for Giles to answer. Spike slowly started to move to the right, away from the other two. “Where do ya think yer goin?” the dark slayer growled, her eyes still pinned to the watcher.

Spike stopped in mid step, “Just out the way,” he said with a nervous smile, “Don’t wanna get caught in the crossfire.” Spike mentally cursed himself as the words left his lips.

Faith’s left eyebrow slowly arched up at the statement, “You expectin’ trouble?”

Spike looked to the watcher, then the slayer, “Not sure, just bein’ careful is all.” Faith’s head barely moved in acknowledgement.

“Faith?” this time it was Joyce, who spoke up. “What‘s wrong?”

“Yeah, Mr. Giles,” she answered, “What’s wrong?”

Giles shifted uncomfortably as he looked at the three women watching him. Two had wondering gazes; the third was like a laser through his brain. “Well,” he squeaked. A red flush quickly climbed his cheeks; he raised his fist over his mouth and coughed twice. “Well,” he repeated in a more normal voice, “I think we should get these two to the hospital, and looked after. We can discuss everything that’s happened, in the morning.” He paused and looked directly at Faith, a pleading look in his eyes. “Is that okay with you?”

Faith growled at him, her eyes not wavering from his. Again, he shifted nervously, glancing quickly to Buffy and Joyce. Faith, closed her eyes, and thought for a moment. When she opened them, the hardness was still there, but most of the anger was gone. “Yeah,” she spat out, “We’ll take‘em in and get’em looked at. Tomorrow, when they get home, everythin’s out on the table.” He stumbled backwards as her finger jabbed into his chest. “You don’t tell’em, I will.”

Giles heaved a sigh of relief, and straightened himself up, “Thank you Faith, it means a lot to me.”

She sneered at him, “This has nothin’ to do with your feelin’s, remember that.” She turned to Spike, who had been watching the exchange between the Slayer and the watcher, “You, carry Mrs. S. to the car. Drop her and you’ll be dust before she hits the pavement. Any questions?”

Spike shook his head, “No, M’am.” He started to walk toward Joyce.

“You,” she pointed at Giles, “Bring the car up to the loading dock, and pop the trunk. I’ll carry Buffy.”

“I can walk you know,” Buffy huffed.

“Yeah, but I ain’t got all night, I still gotta deal with shithead there.” She pointed at the tied up form of Kralik.

“Umm, excuse me?” Giles offered tentatively, “You, uh, said to ‘Pop the trunk’?”

Faith’s head snapped around to stare at Giles. “Yeah, I said to get the car and pop the trunk. What didn’t you understand?”

“Umm,” he stammered, “the bit about ‘Pop the trunk’.”

“Bloody hell,” Spike spoke up. He shook his head at the watcher, “She means the bleedin’ boot, ya dumbass.”

“Oh,” Giles eyes popped open in recognition. “Yes, I see now. Yes, that makes much more sense. Thank you Spike.” He turned and briskly headed off to get the car.

“Faith?” Willow asked.

“Yeah, Red?”

“Everything seems to be back to normal. Well as normal as it gets around here, so I’m going to leave. I need to get back to being me.”

“No problem,” Faith replied. “Thanks for lendin’ a hand. You helped a lot. I’ll call ya at Giles’ when I get to where the Council is. I’ll get ya to unlock the joint, then lock it back up when I’m in.”

“You sure about that?” Willow prompted.

“Yeah,” Faith nodded, “You can watch on the monitors, and record it, in case we need to remind them later.”

“That sounds like a plan, and thanks for not getting too beat up.”

Faith smirked, “I told you not ta worry.” She stepped away from Buffy, and put her hand out to stop the blond from following. “This gets a little weird, and I don’t wanna bump into ya.” She stopped, “’K, Red, when you’re ready.”

Willow blinked to focus her eyes; she saw Tara’s smiling face looking back at her. “Y-you made it,” the blonde said warmly.

“Yeah, I did,” Willow reached her hand up behind the blond and pulled her mouth down to her own. Her tongue traced along the bottom lip of the surprised witch, then demanded entrance. When Tara tried to speak, she found her mouth full of Willow’s tongue. Willow didn’t break the kiss as she sat up and moved to straddle her girlfriend.

“That was neat,” Anya whispered to Xander.

He tried to turn and look at his girlfriend, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his best friend, and her girlfriend. Willow had started to moan, and her hands were tugging at the hem of Tara’s shirt. “We shouldn’t be watching them,” he whispered.

“Why not?” she looked at him. “They don’t even know we’re here.”

Xander had moved his hands to his lap to cover his slowly expanding erection, “It’s not polite, we should leave quietly and come back later.”

Anya crossed her arms, and stared at him hard, “But I want to watch.” Xander’s eyes popped open in disbelief. “I want to see if it’s like the girls in those movies we watch, or if they do things differently. Maybe we could learn some new tricks.”

Xander could see Willow getting frustrated with Tara’s shirt, it was refusing to come up past her breasts, and Willow wanted at them so badly she could taste them. And that’s exactly what she wanted to be doing right now. “I really think we should be going, An,” his right hand was feeling around on Anya’s thigh, trying to grab her hand. It would have been a lot easier if he was to look at what he was doing. Tara’s hands slid under the hem of Willow’s shirt and were now gently kneading the soft skin they found there. Willow’s hips had slowly started to grind against Tara when she’d felt the first tingles of contact on her back. “Really, I think we should go,” he repeated. Anya didn’t move or reply. Her arms still crossed, she twisted slightly in her seat and Xander’s hand dropped between her open thighs. Now he looked at her.

“It looks like a really good idea to me,” she started to rub her thighs against his trapped hand. “Don’t you agree?”

Xander was staring at the liquid passion warming Anya’s eyes. Part of him wanted to run, and the other part wanted Anya. She watched the arguments racing back and forth behind his eyes. A small smile turned up the edges of her mouth; she leaned forward and gently placed her lips against his. She could feel all the arguments for leaving evaporate, as his brain fogged with the kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues met, touching, dancing, tasting, each other.

Willow was still tugging at Tara’s shirt, but it refused to move. Tara whimpered as Willow pulled away from her. The redhead inhaled a deep breath, and whispered as she exhaled, “Demo Vestitus.” Tara and Xander both shrieked as the four found themselves naked. “That’s better,” Willow muttered. She dropped her head and inhaled Tara’s lips again.

Anya looked at the two naked women across from her, then to Xander. Her eyes slowly travelled down to his hands trying to hide his erection. “Uh-uh,” she said, “You can’t hide from me.” She pulled his hands away from his hard on, and replaced them with one of her own. She slowly slid up the shaft, revelling in the heat burning her palm. Xander moaned as she came to a stop just under the head and ran her thumb across the top. She watched the physical response in his face as she did it again. “Come for mommy,” she whispered as her hand slowly sank down the shaft. She kissed him as she stroked him, his eyes closed, he groaned. Anya broke the kiss and looked at the two witches; Willow was suckling on Tara’s left breast and tugging on the nipple of the right. Tara’s hands had dropped and Anya could see them grasping Willow’s ass, trying to pull her closer. The redhead straightened up and Tara’s head slid forward, her mouth opening and inhaling Willow’s nipple. The red witch groaned at the contact. She lifted herself higher, “Inside,” she moaned to her lover. “I need you inside.” Anya smiled as Tara’s hand slid around Willow’s hip, then reappeared underneath. Slowly it disappeared as Willow lowered herself on to it.

“Y-you’re soaked,” Tara said, her finger sliding into Willow’s pussy.

“I’ll explain later,” the redhead panted while she was riding Tara’s hand. “I just need to cum, sweetie, I really need to...” her voice trailed off while her hips picked up speed. Tara added a second finger to her soaking girlfriend, and dragged her thumb across Willow’s burning clit. “Yeah, baby, that’s what I need!” She stuffed her erect nipple into Tara’s mouth.

Anya had stopped stroking Xander while she watched the two girls on the couch. She slowly ran her tongue across her lips before she looked up to Xander, “We’re staying, right?” His eyes were glued to the two witches, all he could do was nod. Anya smiled and lowered her head into his lap. Xander groaned when her hot tongue slowly circled the head of his cock. He felt her lips tight against the head, just before the velvety warmth of her mouth covered it and traveled part way down his shaft. He shivered slightly when the cool air touched the moist skin of his cock as her mouth pulled back before plunging down again. Her head was bobbing up and down in his lap, but she was watching the two girls across the room. Willow’s hips were grinding harder onto Tara’s hand, her thumb putting pressure on her clit. Anya shifted her position to her hands and knees, not missing a stroke. Xander’s hand slid across the smooth skin of her back, across the taught cheeks of her ass and stopped when he could feel her pussy. He moved his fingers along the engorged lips of her crack a few times, before dipping into her hole. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he whispered when he felt the liquid heat oozing from her.

She slid her mouth off the end of his cock, “I’m watching two people in love, have sex, and I’ve got your cock in my mouth. What’s not to enjoy?” He smiled as his cock slipped back into her mouth. He felt her twitch as he dipped a finger inside of her.

Willow’s thrusting on Tara’s hand intensified, with the building pressure in her pussy. Tara was alternating between Willow’s nipples while pushing her hand up into the red witch’s sodden pussy. She could feel the rising crescendo within the redhead, her orgasm building as it approached. Willow fell forward over the blond when she added a third finger inside of her. “Yeah, baby,” she wheezed out in short breaths, “That’s what I want.” Tara smiled and gently bit down on the nipple in her mouth. The groan that emanated from her girlfriend told her she had done the right thing.

“An,” Xander panted, “Slow down, I’m gonna cum too early.”

Her head came up off the end of his dick. “That’s the plan, the second one will be longer, and that’s when you’re going to fuck my brains out.”

Xander blinked, “You’re sure?” he asked quietly.

She smiled, “I know you Xander. Watching them, you’ll be hard again in moments, and that’s when it’s my turn.”

He shrugged, “You say so.”

Anya turned to look at the two girls, Willows moaning and groaning was increasing in frequency, “By the sounds of it she won’t be long either.” Before Xander could say anything, her mouth was back sliding up and down his shaft. She slowed as she reached the top again and slowly swirled her tongue around the head a couple of times. He groaned as she sucked it back in and the pressure surrounding it increased. Her hand started travelling the length of his shaft faster; she could feel his orgasm gaining and his dick getting harder.

Xander tossed his head onto the back of the couch, “God, Anya,” She could feel him tensing as he approached his peak. “Fuck,” he moaned, his testicles contracting, and his heart speeding up when his first shot travelled up his dick and into Anya’s waiting mouth.

“Yay, Xander,” Willow was smiling at him. She had turned to watch when he’d sworn. “Now watch me.” She ground her hips down onto Tara’s hand, “Thumb my clit baby, push it hard,” she huffed. Tara did as she was told, rubbing her thumb over top of it. Willow grabbed hard onto Tara’s shoulders, “Yeah, that’s it.” She thrust up and down again, and then it came over her in waves. Tossing her head back, a slight pink tinge rose up her throat and through her face, her arms tensed and tremors ran through them. “Unh, unh, unh,” she grunted, then collapsed forward onto Tara. The blond witch removed her soaked hand from her girlfriend, and wrapped her arms gently around her. “Thank you,” the redhead mumbled into her neck.

“Y-you’re welcome,” Tara kissed her girlfriends shoulder, “I-i’m s-surprised, though.”

Willow pulled back and leered at Tara, “I’ll explain later, I’m not done yet.” She kissed the blond hard and jammed her tongue into her mouth again. She kissed her for a minute, then stood on shaky legs. She reached out and balanced herself with a hand on the couch. “Lay down,” she ordered the blond, “I need more.”

Tara looked at her questioningly, “This isn’t l-like you,” she stammered.

Willow gave her a smile full of love, “I know,” she answered. “I’ll explain it all later, but right now? I need to cum again.” She inhaled a breath. “Lay down sweetie, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“T-there’s p-people here,” she tried to point at Xander and Anya.

“Yes, I know,” Willow spoke softly, her hand moved over top of her pussy and she slowly started to rub it. Tara’s eyes widened, Willow leered at her again, “I need you to trust me Tara, I’m not going to hurt you, but I really, really need this.” She slipped a finger into herself.

Tara was mesmerized by her girlfriend fingering herself in front of others, her mind was struggling trying to figure out what to do. “Okay,” she lifted her legs onto the couch and slowly started to lay back. “If I d-don’t l-like it, we’ll st-top, r-right?”
Willow beamed at her, “I don’t think that will be a problem.” Tara nervously glanced across the room at Xander and Anya. Willow turned and looked at them as well. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she smiled at Xander’s dick starting to harden again, “Pretty soon they’ll be busy again.” She moved to Tara’s head, “I love you,” She turned and lifted her knee over Tara’s head. She grasped the back of the couch to steady herself, and placed her leg between the couch and Tara’s head. Tara stared straight up into the widened vee of Willow’s legs. “Spread yours apart honey, I’ve got to get my head in there.” Tara blushed and slowly raised her knees, parting them as she did so. Willow smiled and brought her other knee up onto the couch. She leaned forward, and kissed the tops of Tara’s knees, then kissed her way along each leg till she was ensconced between Tara’s thighs. She pushed Tara’s left leg down, turning her head slightly, she smiled at Anya slowly stroking Xander’s hardening cock. Still watching she lowered her hips to Tara’s waiting mouth. Tara reached up and pulled Willow down onto her mouth, her tongue darting out from between her lips and tasting the salty sweetness of her lover. Xander’s cock got noticeably stiffer when Willow moaned. A sly smile crossed the redhead’s face, licking her lips she lowered her head toward Tara’s pussy.

Anya let go of Xander’s shaft and stood, “My turn,” she said, moving in front of him. She reached down between her legs and grabbed his cock again. She squatted down and guided him to her entrance. Willow watched Anya sit in his lap, his cock slowly disappearing into her. She leaned back into him , adjusting herself, so she was comfortable. He looked over her shoulder and he could see the two witches, busily tonguing each other. He noticed Willow looking up occasionally, watching him and Anya. His hips started to move as he watched her watching them, surprised at how it excited him. Anya smiled and started rocking her hips back and forth, feeling his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Xander reached around her grabbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them, tugging on them, feeling her growing wetness surrounding his shaft. Anya’s breathing became shallower, she had a bird’s eye view of the sixty-nine’ing witches. Xander’s right hand left Anya’s breast and trailed down her stomach, slowly moving through the tight curls between her thighs, until he found her clit. His fingers lazily circled it, brushing up against it, going past it and feeling his shaft slide in and out of her. He moved his hand back up to her clit and trapped it between his index and middle finger. She groaned as he splayed the two fingers apart, tightening the skin across it. Her hips picked up speed, when he started opening and closing his fingers overtop of the bundle of nerves. Xander’s other hand was tugging at the nipple of her left breast, trying to bring as much pleasure to his girlfriend as he could. Anya surprised him when her right hand slid across his arm and up to the nipple on her right breast. “I like this,” she breathed, her back sliding up and down his chest while she rode him. His view of the two women licking each other was occasionally obstructed as Anya’s shoulders rode up into his line of site, but there was nothing wrong with his hearing. Tanya had reached up, pulled Willow’s pussy right down over her mouth, and jammed her tongue as far into her slit as it could go. Willow’s mewling when it was removed, then jammed back into her, caused Xander to thrust harder into Anya. The ex-demon grunted and smiled, “I knew this was a good idea.” She pushed up and down his shaft a few more times, his head kept banging into her shoulder as he tried to peer around her to get a better look. “Did you want a better view?” she panted at him.

“How?” he grunted back. Anya pushed herself off of him and walked forward several steps. At Xander’s sigh from the loss of his girlfriend riding him, Willow stopped licking Tara, and looked up. Anya’s eyes locked with the red head’s and she watched the brunette slowly sink to her knees within arms reach. She watched quietly while Anya’s left hand circled her nipple and her right hand trailed down between her legs. Willow smiled when Anya slipped two fingers inside of her self. She looked over her shoulder at Xander, “C’mon big boy,” she smiled at him, “Mount up.” She let go of herself and dropped forward onto the floor, resting on her left elbow she slipped her right hand back between her legs and opened herself for him. He practically leapt off the couch, his dick waving in the air; he slid to a stop behind her, barely registering the carpet burn on his knees. He took his dick in his hand, and guided himself to her waiting pussy. When she felt him bump up against her, she grabbed his shaft and pushed back, stuffing the head inside of her. “Yeah,” she groaned, “That’s right.” Xander grabbed her hips and slowly pushed himself in. Willow watched as he started a rhythm, driving his cock in and out of the ex-demon. She looked down to see Anya’s breasts swaying in time as she pushed back into him, driving it deeper inside, the wet smack of sweat soaked flesh filling the room when their hips collided. Her eyes locked with the brunette’s and they shared a smile. Willow’s tongue peeked out from between her lips and slowly circled them, before turning her head and dropping it down into Tara’s crotch. Xander sped up when he heard the blonde moan at Willow’s tongue lapping around her clit. He slowed again, all four of them entering into a rhythm. Grunts and groans were the only accompaniment as the four of them worked to satisfy their partners. Three of them exchanging looks occasionally, added to the building tension in the room. Tara was the only one who couldn’t see anyone else, but judging by Willow’s whimpering, it wasn’t affecting her work.

Anya spread her elbows further apart, lowering her top half to the floor, “Cmon, Xand, harder,” she huffed as Xander pushed in and out of her. “It’s getting close, harder,” Her hands gripped the carpet as he picked up speed, his dick sliding in and out of her soaking slot, her ass slapping into his thighs as he drove into her. Small whimpers started to emanate from her throat, as she felt her orgasm building, she pushed back into him, matching him stroke for stroke. Her eyes closed and her knuckles whitened as they gripped the carpet harder. “Hunh,” her head snapped up a couple of inches and dropped to the floor again, her back and forth movement stopped, but her ass jiggled as she rode the waves of pleasure shooting through her. Xander ploughed straight on, driving in and out. “Yea,” she gasped, “more.” He could feel her internal muscles clamping around his shaft as she came again. The heat and pressure was too much for him, “An,” he moaned as his cock stiffened, and his load shot into her. He thrust in and out of her with each spurt, his hands on her hips pulling her onto him as he came. Slowing down, he slid in and out, a casual pace while they recovered.

When Anya started to come, Willow pushed herself up, driving Tara’s tongue deeper inside. The familiar red tinge slowly started to climb her throat as Anya and Xander watched her nipples hardening. She reached out and steadied herself with a hand on the back of the couch, as her orgasm hit. They watched wide eyed, as the moaning redhead twitched and shook on the end of her girlfriend’s tongue. “No wonder people thought they were possessed,” Anya said quietly.

“Anya!” Xander yelped, “What the hell are you talking about?” Willow had caught her breath and was slowly moving off of Tara’s face.

Anya looked at Xander with a furrowed brow, “The Salem Witch Trials,” she said testily. “If they saw or heard something like that,” she waved a hand in the direction of the two witches, “It’s no wonder they thought they were possessed. It certainly would explain a lot.”

“Oh,” Xander said. He sat back pulling his drooping dick out of her, “Sorry.”

Willow smiled and giggled at her two friends, “She’s right; I do feel like I’ve been possessed.” She turned to Tara, “Sit up honey, it’s your turn.”

Tara slowly sat up, trying to cover herself, “I-I’m not really comf-fortable,” she stammered. Her entire body was turning red.

Willow smiled, “I know, but if you just close your eyes, it’ll be like they’re not even here.”

Tara nervously glanced at the two naked people kneeling next to her girlfriend, “I-I’m not s-sure about that.”

Willow reached down, took Tara’s chin in her hand and turned her face to look up at her. With a smile full of love she said, “I just need you to trust me, I need to do this right now. I’ll explain why, later, but I need to do this now.”

Tara looked into Willow’s eyes for a moment, before quickly glancing at Anya and Xander, then returning. Willow, followed her eyes, and watched her suck in her bottom lip, chewing on it. “Are you s-sure?” she asked timidly.

“Yes, sweetie,” Willow smiled at her, “I’m sure.” She bent over and gently kissed the upturned face. She continued to kiss her girlfriend while she placed her hands on her thighs. She pulled away from Tara’s lips and locked eyes with her while she lowered herself to her knees in front of her. Leaning forward she sucked Tara’s right nipple into her mouth, and ran her tongue around it.

Anya looked at Xander when Tara moaned, “Are you watching this?” she whispered. Xander’s mouth was hanging open, and he just nodded. “Good,” Anya stood and sat gently on the couch next to Tara. “I hope you’re a quick learner.” She leaned forward and grabbed Xander’s chin, pulling him toward her. “No time like the present.” Willow smiled around Tara’s breast as she heard Anya speak, Xander just stared wide-eyed at his girlfriend as she parted her legs and his head followed her hand forward. When Anya lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder, his eyes dropped from her face to her pussy, “Holy, schmoley,” he whispered. Anxiously he looked toward Willow who was nibbling on Tara’s other breast now, “Wills, help?” his voice was rising with fear.

Willow pulled her head back, Tara groaning as her nipple slowly slid out between the redhead’s teeth. “It’s like licking an ice cream cone Xander.” His brow furrowed as he tried to follow what she was saying. “Like this,” She stuck out her tongue flatly and slowly moved it up and down. “Other times, like when you circle her clit, you do this,” she pointed her tongue and made circles in the air. “That also comes in handy if you put it inside of her. Use those to start with, she’ll tell you what feels good and she’ll direct you as well.” She smiled at her friend, “You’ll be okay, I’m right here if you need me.”

“W-willow,” Tara moaned.

“Sorry sweetie, you’re on your own Xander.” Willow inhaled Tara’s nipple again, before slowly kissing her way down the blond’s stomach. Tara opened her thighs, allowing Willow to slide between them. The red witch sat back and looked into the blond’s eyes, a gentle look of love passing between them. Willow smiled and lowered her head, alternating kisses on the legs in front of her. She paused when she reached the apex, admiring what lay before her. A gentle breath cooled Tara’s lips, causing her to moan in anticipation. Willow smiled again, her tongue darted out and lightly trailed up the blond’s slit. Tara’s legs quivered at the gentle touch of her lovers tongue.
Xander slowly looked along Anya’s legs, his eyes resting on the damp patch of curly hair he had been thrusting in and out of so recently. He swallowed nervously, his gaze darting quickly up to Anya’s eyes, then to the movements of Willows head buried between Tara’s thighs. He blinked, and sighed, looking down again, “Here goes nothing,” he muttered. Slowly moving forward, his tongue crawled out from between his lips.
Anya tried to stifle her giggles, “It won’t bite.” She was smiling at him, “You might even like it.”

A muffled “Mm-hmm,” came from between Tara’s thighs.

“Easy for you to say,” Xander responded. He squared himself between Anya’s legs, and brought his tongue to her pussy. He dragged it the length of her slit tasting the tanginess of his girl. He did it again, a little firmer this time and Anya growled. “Did I do something wrong?” His head popped up from between her thighs.

“No, Xander,” Anya breathed. “You’re doing fine. Now just relax and do it again.”
He nodded and lowered his head back down between her thighs. His head slowly started moving up and down, his tongue dragging along her lips. He pointed his tongue and found it gliding between her outer lips. Anya’s moan convinced him he was on to a good thing, so he pushed it in a little further. She gasped and rocked her hips forward to meet his chin when he started to wiggle it around inside her folds. “Yeah baby,” she moaned, grabbing the edge of the couch cushion. He pulled out and moved his tongue up to where he thought her clit was. Back and forth up and down it wiggled, not finding the mark it was looking for. “Here,” she said, her hands pushed his head back before she pulled open her lips for him to see. “Right here,” She tapped the nub, “This is what you’re looking for.” She pulled her hands out of the way and grasped his head to hold it there. “That’s it, that’s what I need,” she groaned as his tongue started to work on her clit. “Suck it,” she demanded. Xander complied, wrapping his lips around it and sucking on the bundle of nerves running his tongue over and around it.

Willow smiled as she heard Anya directing Xander. Her own tongue was rolling around Tara’s clit, dropping down and diving between her lips, tasting the nectar it found there. Tara was moaning and twitching in response to Willow’s ministrations, her heels’ drumming on the redhead’s back. She could feel the gathering storm building deep within her, she was urging it on, the pressure building, knowing what Willow would do to bring her over the edge.

“Inside,” Anya panted, “I need you inside!”

Xander’s head came up from between her thighs, “Huh?”

Willow came up from between Tara’s legs and looked at her friend, her thumb lazily traveling around her girlfriend’s clit, “Fingers, Xander, use your fingers.” Her head dropped back down and Tara’s breath rasping in her throat showed Willow had started up again.

“Oh.” He slid two fingers inside of Anya, as far as he could before slowly sliding them out again. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face down into her pussy. “Do both.” she muttered. Xander got the hint and his tongue dragged across her clit while he started a rhythm with his fingers. “Oh baby!” Anya crowed, her own orgasm starting to build.

Willow slipped two fingers inside Tara and hooked them to find her g-spot. She sucked on her clit, her fingers pressing up into Tara. The blond’s orgasm was gathering strength and the redhead could tell it wouldn’t be long. Tara began panting, her thighs squeezing harder, her hips shaking, and it hit her. Her breath exhaled in a whoosh, her body went rigid, then started to vibrate, a loud gasp echoed around the room as she sucked some air in. Willow kept giving her both fingers and her tongue, riding out the wave of pleasure, because she knew the one following would be bigger. Tara’s movements slowed, her hips keeping time with Willow’s digits sliding in and out of her sopping channel. She knew another one was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Anya turned her head to watch Tara climb to a second orgasm. She could feel a rising sense of excitement within as the blond hit her second peak. She groaned and shook, grabbing Willow by the hair to hang on. The tremors subsiding, she released her grip and tried to stroke the redhead with a shaky hand. “T-thanks,” she smiled gently.

Willow rose up and kissed her, “You’re welcome.” She turned and sat in Tara’s lap, draping her arm around her shoulder. Tara wrapped Willow up in a hug. They held each other, gently sharing another kiss before looking toward Anya and Xander.

His head was bobbing up and down between her thighs. His right elbow dropped down into view below her thigh before disappearing again as he pushed his fingers in and out of her. Anya reached up and tugged on one of her nipples, gasping as she twisted it. The two witches could see her thigh muscles tighten around Xander’s ears as she grew closer. “C’mon baby,” she squeezed out between clenched teeth. “Almost there, baby, almost.” Her head rolled back when Xander’s fingers picked up speed, her hips started to thrust back onto his fingers, driving them deeper. “Yeah, baby,” she encouraged him. “We’re gonna get there, just a little further,” she groaned. She held her breath, her hips bouncing, she released it with a whoosh, and sucked it back in again. A second time, then a third, “Yes-s-s,” she groaned, her nipples hardened and her back arched as she came. Her hips bounced a couple of times, squeezing Xander’s head when her thighs tightened up. She let out the breath she was holding and relaxed, her legs limply slid off Xander’s shoulders and hit the floor. His head emerged from her pussy, he blinked and looked at the three women, “Did I do it right?”

Willow smiled at her childhood friend, “Judging by your girlfriend’s condition, I think so.” Tara blushed and nodded before hiding her face in Willow’s shoulder.

Xander looked to Anya, she was slightly flushed, a light sheen of sweat covering her body, “An?” he asked.

She slowly opened an eye and gazed at the worried look on his face. “It was very, very good for a first time,” she smiled at him. “But not to worry, there will be much more practicing.” She sighed and sank back into the couch. “Will the four of us do this again? I did rather enjoy it,” she quietly asked the group. Xander hiccupped, his eyes wide as saucers, “Erp, erp, erp,” seemed to be all he was capable of saying.

Willow looked at Tara for a moment; she couldn’t see any reaction from the blond because her head was buried deeper into her shoulder. “We’ll talk about it and see. It could be fun.” It seemed physically impossible, but Xander’s eyes opened wider, his jaw now hanging open and gasping for breath. Willow giggled, “I think I broke him.”

Anya opened her eyes and looked at her goggle-eyed boyfriend, “Once he processes it, he should be okay.” She leaned forward, took his chin in her hand, and brought it toward her. She kissed him lightly, “Thank you.” She let go of him and his jaw dropped open again. She turned to Willow, “What exactly brought this on?”

The redhead blushed slightly, “It’s Faith’s fault.”

Tara pulled her head back and furrowed her brow, “Faith’s f-fault?” she queried.

Willow sighed, and looked into Tara’s eyes, “Yup, it’s Faith’s fault.”

“Faith?” Xander looked around. “She’s here?”

“You wish,” Anya stated. “She’s not here; Willow’s just telling us how we ended up like this, so listen.” Xander blinked, nodded and turned his gaze to Willow.

“I was with Faith, while she rescued Buffy and her mom. There was a lot of fighting and some other stuff, then there was more fighting, and some more ‘other’ stuff, and then it was finished.” She took a breath, “Then some more other ‘stuff’ happened, and Faith explained to me that when she goes slaying she gets the ‘Hungries and Hornies’ and that’s what happened. Did somebody order pizza yet, I’m starved.”

The other three naked people in the room were staring at the redhead. “Pizza?” Xander asked. He looked around the room again, “I don’t see any pizza...”

Willow and Tara giggled at him. “No Xander, we haven’t ordered it yet. I’ll let you know when it gets here.” Anya turned back to Willow, “I missed something, how is this Faith’s fault?”

Willow dropped her head and blushed again. She wiggled around in Tara’s lap a couple of times before looking up at Anya. “Because Faith was carrying my spirit, I felt all of her emotions. When a slayer fights, the adrenaline and everything else sets all their hormones on edge. It had the same effect on me, even though I wasn’t in my body at the time.” She paused, “So when I got back here,” she waved her hand at the four of them, “This happened. Can we order pizza now? I’m really hungry.”

“W-what about the ‘other s-stuff’ you m-mentioned?” Tara spoke quietly.

Willow sucked her bottom lip in and looked at the far wall for a moment. Turning back to Tara, “That’s up to Faith. I’m not sure what she wants us to know, so it’d be better if she told you.”

Tara nodded, but before she could say anything, Anya interjected, “I’ll ask when we see her later.”

Xander blinked and focussed on his girlfriend, “I, uh, don’t, uh think, you should,” he said quietly. “It may be better for all of us, longevity wise, if we don’t piss her off by asking about something she doesn’t want to tell us.”

“That’s a good idea Xander,” Willow spoke. “Welcome back to the living by the way.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Its been a really weird day.” His head snapped around and he quickly gawked at all three women. “But weird in a good way, the best way, a happy way?” His voice rose as he started to panic.

“Yes, Xander,” Anya reached forward and patted him on the head. “It was a good way.” Willow and Tara smiled at the boy, and nodded. “Willow,” she addressed the redhead, “Where are our clothes?”