Close to the Chest

Title: Close to the Chest
Chapter 6: Into the Light
Rating: NC-17 -------------Paying attention?
Warnings: Explicit Femslash. Consider yourself warned.
Summary: Buffy and Willow talk it out. Then they do the whole sexy fun times thing.
A/N: Last chapter. I can’t make up my mind about a sequel. I keep pondering an S7 rewrite type thing where I follow Buffy and Willow through the rest of the season and show how things are made different by their relationship, but I just don’t know. It would be a really hard project for me, especially considering how much I like Spike’s arc in S7 and I would want to include most of it even if I did have to alter the way things happened. There’s a litter of plot bunnies hopping around in my head, but I don’t know if I’m gonna write it or not. Feel free to share your opinions in reviews.

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“Hey,” Willow greeted as Buffy came into the room; she had gotten dressed again in the Slayer’s absence.

“Hey,” replied Buffy, making sure to close and lock the door behind her.

Willow grasped the Slayer in an affectionate hug, which Buffy returned gratefully.

“Did you hear any of that?” Buffy asked while they embraced.

“Only because I had my ear pressed to the door,” said Willow promptly.

“Anything you wanna talk about?” Buffy grasped one of Willow’s hands and began moving toward the bed. She turned around again when Willow didn’t move with her.

“Yeah,” Willow answered the Slayer’s question. “Buffy, I-” she seemed to be having some difficulty with what she wanted to say. “I want you to – I just…” she trailed off again, looking like she was about to cry.

“Willow, what is it?” Buffy brought a hand up to the witch’s face, caressing Willow’s cheek with her thumb.

“I never said it, but…” she met the Slayer’s eyes fearfully. “Buffy, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. Buffy pulled the witch closer, cradling the back of her head as she started to cry in earnest. “I’m sorry I pulled you out of heaven,” she explained. “I-it was selfish and wrong and I’m sorry. I mean – I’m not sorry that you’re back – because I love you – but I didn’t mean to put you through that and I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh.” Buffy stroked Willow’s hair, trying to soothe her distress. “It’s okay, Will,” she whispered gently. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” This, of course, brought on heavy sobbing. “It’s okay. I love you, Will.” Tears now formed in the Slayer’s eyes in sympathy for the woman she loved.

They stood like that for a long moment, Willow continually sobbing and Buffy persistently trying to calm her. Buffy knew that Willow needed to express these feelings, but that didn’t make it any less painful to watch. Knowing that Willow was crying for her was very troubling. A year previously, Buffy would have said that this was the appropriate response and that the witch had damn well better be sorry, but everything was different now. Buffy needed Willow to know that it was okay.

“I love you,” the Slayer repeated as Willow’s breathing steadied. She pulled her face back and looked directly into the witch’s eyes. “And I more than forgive you,” Buffy pledged.

“No,” Willow said thickly, “I don’t deserve-”

“You do,” Buffy asserted, cupping Willow’s face between her hands. “You do.” She kissed her lover’s forehead affectionately. “Willow, I need to tell you something. A-and I wanna make sure I get it right.”

“Buffy-”

“Shhh.” The Slayer held a finger to Willow’s lips as she gathered her thoughts. “I’m grateful.” Two more tears slipped from the witch’s eyes at these words. “I know that you were trying to help me and that you wanted me back and I’m grateful for both of those things. And,” Buffy swallowed back the lump in her throat, “and Willow, for the first time – I’m glad that you brought me back.”

“What?” Willow’s eyes widened in absolute shock.

“Loving you,” the Slayer continued, “Will, it’s like finding heaven on earth.”

“Oh my God.” Willow looked terror-stricken by the depth of this proclamation. “That’s – that’s – you can’t – I – that’s – Buffy…”

“I mean it, Will,” Buffy assured her solemnly.

“Buffy – that,” Willow stammered. “That – this is gonna be a great big understatement, but that’s so sweet. Oh my God, Buffy that’s sweet. That’s – that’s sweeter than sweet. It’s like exponential sweet. It’s like sweet cubed a-and then someone sprinkled a little extra sweet on top. I mean it’s pretty much logistically impossible to say anything sweeter than that.” Buffy watched the adorable redhead’s babbling with a mild expression of amusement on her face. “Buffy – what am I supposed to say?”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Buffy answered calmly.

“I love you,” Willow blurted out immediately.

“But that one is always appreciated.” Buffy leaned forward and gently kissed the witch’s lips.

“I love you,” Willow repeated.

“I love you too, Will. Come on.” The Slayer lifted the witch into her arms and then turned to the bed. “Sit with me.” She laid Willow on the bed and then had a seat, lined up with the redhead’s left side and draping an arm over her shoulder. “I love snuggling with you.”

“I love it too.” Willow laid her head on Buffy’s shoulder. “Buffy?”

“Yes?”

“That wasn’t just a get-in-my-pants thing, right?” she asked with a smile.

“Will, I’m pretty sure I could’ve gotten into your pants anyway,” Buffy pointed out.

“That’s true,” the witch admitted.

“So I said it because I mean it,” the Slayer said softly, fingers stroking Willow’s shoulder. “I love you, Willow. I love you so much I don’t even have enough words for it.”

“I thought the heaven thing was pretty good,” Willow told her. “I know other people have said stuff like that before, but – coming from you – i-it carries a lot of weight.”

“I’m glad you caught that.”

“Buffy,” Willow began uncertainly, “how am I supposed to tell you I feel the same way?”

“Well, that sounded good,” Buffy suggested.

“Buffy.”

“I know, Will,” Buffy assured her. “And I’m serious. I believe you when you say it.”

“Why?” Willow questioned disbelievingly.

“Because I can feel it from you,” said Buffy quietly. She reached over and pulled Willow’s hand up to her chest. “In here.” Willow could feel the Slayer’s heart pumping beneath her hand. “Every time you tell me you love me, I can feel it.”

“Buffy, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

There was a soft knock at Buffy’s bedroom door.

“Buffy, I’m headed out,” Dawn called through the door.

“Okay,” Buffy answered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“We love you, Dawnie,” said Willow.

“Have fun,” the teen added suggestively.

The two women waited in silence as Dawn’s footsteps retreated and then they heard the opening and closing of the front door.

“So,” Buffy rolled onto her side.

“Buffy, I have a confession to make,” Willow said softly before rolling over as well. The Slayer’s eyes widened in question, searching her lover’s face. “It might be a bit of surprise.”

“Will, I have a very strict ‘no surprise’ policy.”

“Guess you don’t wanna know my secret then,” the witch teased.

They were still for a moment, staring boldly into each other’s eyes.

“Okay,” Buffy decided with a pout. “You can tell me.”

“You sure?” Willow asked. “It’s a really big thing. Something you might never have guessed about me.”

“Tell me,” Buffy requested, hardly daring to breathe as she waited to find out what Willow was going to say.

“I’m falling in love with you,” said the redhead, smiling broadly.

“Ohh,” Buffy sighed in frustration. “Scare me, why don’t you.”

“It was fun to watch your face,” said Willow, laughing lightly. She leaned forward and softly kissed the Slayer’s lips.

“I already knew that,” Buffy complained.

“You did?” Willow feigned surprise. “Oh, but I was playing it so close to the chest.”

“But I’ve been close to your chest,” Buffy reminded the redhead. They kissed again.

“Sooo,” Willow prompted. “D’you have any secrets to tell me?”

“I’m not falling in love with you.” The Slayer waited just a beat until Willow started to look concerned. “I’m already in love with you.”

“You had me worried there,” said Willow with a sigh.

“It was fun to watch your face,” Buffy teased.

“You just wanted to be one up on me,” the witch accused her.

“Mayyybe,” said the Slayer with a grin.

“But you know what?” Willow moved quickly, straddling Buffy’s hips; the Slayer’s heartbeat quickened in anticipation. “I think wicked witch has caught a Slayer.” She smiled brightly.

“Gasp,” articulated Buffy. “Whatever shall I do?”

“There’s nothing you can do. The wicked witch is gonna have her way with you.”

“Oh no,” said Buffy in a high-pitched tone, reminding herself of the Buffybot. “But surely some handsome prince will come and save me.”

“Oh, many have tried.” Willow’s hands began rubbing slowly along Buffy’s sides. “But the wicked witch is stronger than all of them.”

“How has the witch accomplished such a thing?” Buffy asked as Willow unbuttoned the bottom button on her white shirt.

“The witch was able to triumph over those would-be suitors,” Willow leaned close to Buffy’s ear, “because the wicked witch has a secret.” Willow undid another button.

“But what secret could give the witch such power?” Buffy was having trouble maintaining her breathy tone as she began panting.

“The wicked witch,” Willow continued to speak into Buffy’s ear, “is in love with the Slayer.”

“Oh my,” Buffy panted.

“And the witch has captured the Slayer,” Willow breathed, “so that she can seduce her.”

“But the Slayer’s a good girl,” Buffy replied. “She could never give in to such naughty urges.”

“I think the witch can convince her,” said Willow as she unbuttoned a third button. She leaned down and kissed the Slayer passionately.

“Oh no,” sighed Buffy as their lips parted. “The witch’s kisses feel so good. I don’t know if I can resist her.”

“Give in to it, Slayer,” said Willow, voice dropping lower in contrast to Buffy’s. “Let me show you my love.”

“Oh, wicked witch,” Buffy exclaimed. “I cannot resist your charms any longer. I would forget every prince in the kingdom if you would only kiss me again.”

“I’ll do a lot more than that,” Willow vowed.

“Make love to me, my wicked witch,” Buffy pleaded.

Willow grinned broadly before leaning down to capture the Slayer’s lips yet again. The kiss was passionate and fierce, each of them marveling in the level of emotion that could pass between their lips. It was as if they were carrying on a conversation without using any words. Each smack of the lips, each stroke of the tongue, and each exhale of breath carried a thousand expressions of a single word: love.

“I love you, Willow,” Buffy panted as their lips separated and the witch started kissing her way toward the Slayer’s ear.

“Ready to get started on the happily ever after?” Willow asked quietly. She began to softly lick and nibble at the Slayer’s earlobe. After a pause, she sat up and examined the Buffy’s face as something occurred to her.

“What is it?” Buffy asked concernedly.

“Just making sure you’re not crying this time,” said Willow with a smile.

“You know I can take over if you’re too nervous.” Buffy undid the remaining buttons on her shirt.

“Slow down,” said Willow grasping Buffy’s hands. “I just wanna make sure this is good for you.”

“Will, I love you,” Buffy stated. “And I trust you. It’ll be good.”

“I mean, it’s not like I’m not confident in my abilities,” Willow assured the Slayer. “I just know that every body is different. If I do anything that you’re uncomfortable with – or if it doesn’t feel good – you’ll tell me, right?”

“Yes,” Buffy said patiently. “The safe word is ‘ow.’”

“Okay.” Willow smiled again.

“So, Willow Rosenberg,” Buffy began in a suggestive tone, “wanna stick your hand in my cookie jar?”

“Buffy,” said Willow with a troubled expression, “do I have to stick with this cookie metaphor?”

“Aww,” Buffy pouted. “You don’t want Buffy-cookies?” She brought her head up to the witch’s ear. “You’re the one who said you wanted to eat me.”

“I do,” Willow pledged with a blush. “It’s just, with the hand thing, weird imagery.”

“Oh,” Buffy’s expression mirrored the redhead’s. “No, I just meant – because it’s naughty – and earlier we were… If it’s the same thing I’m picturing, then yeah, don’t do that.”

“I’ll be gentle,” Willow assured her.

“I trust you.”

Their lips met again, passionate, but tender. Willow pushed open Buffy’s shirt revealing a black bra, simple and functional without being inelegant. The witch began kissing along Buffy’s neck and chest. Willow’s hands moved around to Buffy’s back while she kissed various spots on the Slayer’s chest. The Slayer leaned forward as her bra was unclasped. Willow did away with both shirt and bra, tossing them vaguely toward the corner of the room.

“You’re beautiful, Buffy,” Willow complimented quietly. Grasping a breast in each hand, she gently rolled the nipples under her thumbs.

“Good,” Buffy gasped in pleasure. “So good.”

“Mm-hm.” Willow repeatedly kissed the area between the Slayer’s breasts. After a moment, she moved her left hand down to Buffy’s waist and allowed her mouth to take its place, gently licking the stiff nipple. Her licks earned various moans and sighs of appreciation from her lover. She steadied the nipple between her teeth and gently bit down.

“Ow,” Buffy responded shortly, causing Willow to release the nipple immediately.

“Sorry,” the redhead apologized quickly, reverting to kisses, circling just beyond the areola.

“Tender,” explained the Slayer. “I don’t think teeth are gonna work.”

“Okay,” said Willow. “Can I kiss it better?”

“I’d like that,” Buffy answered with a smile.

Willow very softly kissed the Slayer’s nipple. She repeated the gesture twice more and then moved to the top of Buffy’s breast.

“Down,” the Slayer complained. Willow moved to Buffy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna be teased, huh?” Buffy pouted.

“I’ll go down.” Grinning, Willow paused and allowed the double entendre to sink in. “But I wanna explore a little first.” She leaned in and kissed behind Buffy’s ear, causing the blonde to immediately shiver with pleasure. “I noticed you enjoying this earlier.” Willow licked the newly discovered sweet spot. “Ah God, Buffy,” Willow purred in the Slayer’s ear, “I can’t tell you how much I get off on this.”

“On – what now?” Buffy panted, trying to focus through the delirium of her pleasure.

“Discovering you,” the witch explained happily. “I love this so much.” She kissed the Slayer’s neck. “I wonder if I can find any other spots.”

“Want me to tell you?” the Slayer asked as Willow experimented with various areas on the Slayer’s neck.

“Absolutely not.” Willow sounded scandalized by the suggestion. “That would take all the fun out of it.” She began to lightly nibble at Buffy’s neck experimentally; this earned tiny tremors of pleasure from the Slayer. “You would,” Willow muttered, rolling her eyes and continuing to nibble.

“Oh God, you learn fast,” Buffy complimented.

“That’s what my teachers tell me.” Willow stopped, pondering. “That came out wrong,” she realized. “I just meant – probably not the best line for the bedroom.”

“I’m okay with it.” Buffy kissed the witch before she could begin to babble. “Didn’t you say once,” she leaned toward Willow’s ear, “that academic achievement excites you?” She licked Willow’s earlobe once. “Wanna know your grades so far?”

“Please don’t let that be sarcasm.” Willow’s breathing quickened and Buffy smiled.

“In kissing,” she pecked the witch’s lips, “you get an A plus.” Another peck. “And a little gold star next to it.”

“Is it weird that that’s turning me on?” asked Willow.

“I like that it turns you on,” Buffy pledged, sitting up properly next to the redhead. “That turns me on.” She licked at the hollow of the witch’s neck, remembering how Willow had enjoyed it earlier. “In nipples,” she continued her evaluation, “you get an A.”

“Just an A?”

“You’ll have to do some remedial work,” Buffy offered. Willow’s hands grasped the Slayer’s breasts and she trailed her thumbs around each areola. “No,” Buffy pulled the witch’s hands away. “Not during the evaluation.”

“But I’ll do anything for a good grade,” Willow teased.

“Oh really?” Buffy questioned playfully. “You know, I have a thing for sweet little school girls.” The Slayer plucked at Willow’s shirt.

“I think someone mentioned that to me,” said the witch with a smile. The couple kissed again.

“Miss Rosenberg,” Buffy sighed, “this is highly inappropriate. I think we should continue with the evaluation.”

“I think I’d rather seduce you,” Willow countered.

“Yes, well,” Buffy was panting heavily, “in sweet spots,” she persisted. The redhead leaned forward and nibbled at Buffy’s neck again. “God Will, I’m so turned on.”

“Is that before or after A?”

“A plus,” Buffy rasped.

“No gold star?” Willow inquired as she moved around to the other side of the Slayer’s neck.

“We’ll have to…” Buffy was having trouble completing her sentences as her brain focused in on the wonderful sensations of lust raging through her system. “We’ll have to wait for the final exam. Oh please, Willow.” The redhead began moving away from Buffy’s neck, kissing her way down toward the left breast.

“Please what?” Willow licked the straining nipple.

“Wonderful – tongue,” Buffy moaned disjointedly.

“Nice adjective,” Willow praised, “excellent noun. Is there more?”

“Pants,” said the Slayer urgently.

“Pants?” Willow’s fingers teased Buffy’s stomach, just above her khaki pants.

“So hot,” Buffy half-whispered. “So, so hot.”

“You’re starting to sound like cave-Slayer,” Willow observed.

“Mmm, girl smell good,” Buffy responded, leaning forward and theatrically sniffing Willow’s hair.

“Okay, you’re not really turning into cave-Slayer, right?” Willow asked with concern.

“I’m me,” Buffy replied. “Just really fucking hot right now.”

“Language,” Willow taunted. “If you’re not careful, I’ll have to wash your mouth out with my tongue.”

“Take off my fucking pants,” Buffy challenged, wondering if the witch would back up her threat or follow Buffy’s orders.

“Naughty Slayer,” said Willow with a grin. She moved up to Buffy’s mouth again and kissed her hungrily. She eased the blonde’s head onto the pillows behind her, one hand supporting herself and the other continuing to trace the waistband of Buffy’s pants.

“So,” Buffy interrupted between kisses. “You’re not gonna-” kiss, “take off-” kiss, “my pants?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?” Willow lowered her face yet again to Buffy’s chest.

“Will, I think we’re up to eight-play,” Buffy pointed out.

“I think,” Willow flicked her tongue once against Buffy’s right nipple, “my Slayer likes to be teased.” Buffy whined noisily, squirming beneath the redhead.

“Willow – are you attached to that shirt?”

“Um, kinda,” answered Willow, wondering what Buffy was thinking.

“You might wanna take it off,” Buffy informed her with lust-filled eyes.

“Well,” Willow pondered, “I’m not that attached to it,” she said truthfully, more interested in what was on the Slayer’s mind.

Buffy grabbed the collar of Willow’s shirt with both hands and ripped it down the middle. She propped herself up on an elbow and planted kisses all over the witch’s chest.

“Buffy, that was so – hot,” Willow panted.

“Want me to rip more?” The Slayer’s voice was low and craving.

“I kinda like the bra,” Willow said quickly. Buffy reached behind the witch’s back and unsnapped the garment in question. “Thanks.” The redhead shrugged out of the bra and the tattered remains of her shirt. Suddenly Buffy was rolling the pair of them over, reversing the positions. “Buffy,” said Willow quietly as the Slayer kissed and sucked at her neck. “Um – ow,” tried the witch.

“Ow,” repeated Buffy blankly, stopping. “Oh – ow. What did I do?”

“Nothing,” Willow said reassuringly, “it’s just – I wanted to do you first.”

“Oh.” Buffy sighed, relieved that she hadn’t hurt her lover. “You can if you want,” she promised. “Just let me play a little.”

“Well, if you insist…” Willow laid her head back on the pillow as Buffy kissed her way down the witch’s chest. “Have I ever told you I love you?”

“I think,” she kissed between Willow’s breasts, “you may have mentioned it,” she kissed the left nipple, “once or twice,” she kissed the right nipple, “in passing.”

“I love you a lot.” Her hands moved between their bodies, unbuttoning Buffy’s pants.

“Do you love me squared?” Buffy adjusted her position to make Willow’s task easier.

“I love you cubed,” replied the witch.

“Well, I love you – what’s the fourth one?”

“To the fourth power,” said Willow as she began sliding Buffy’s pants down her thighs.

“I love you to the fourth power.” Buffy reached to unbutton Willow’s jeans.

“I love you to the tenth power,” Willow retorted, nudging Buffy to move so she could remove the pants entirely.

“Oh yeah?” Buffy shifted and kicked off the pants impatiently. “I love you infinity.”

“Aww,” Willow pouted. “Well, I love you infinity too.”

“Okay,” she leaned down and briefly kissed the beautiful witch. “I really love this, you know.”

“This?” asked Willow.

“All of it. The talking, the playful, the sexy fun times,” she clarified. “I’m so – happy. But like bigger. Happy squared.”

“Oh, we don’t need to start that again.” Willow wound a strand of Buffy’s hair around her finger and gently pulled her in for another kiss.

“So,” Buffy prompted, “what’s a girl gotta say to get in your pants?” She hooked a finger in an unused belt loop on the witch’s jeans.

“Buffy, you could read the phonebook to me right now and I’d let you in,” Willow responded. “Just the sound of your voice is making me wet right now.”

“That could lead to a lot of babbling,” said Buffy, “because your voice is making me wet too. Up,” she requested, tugging at the jeans. Willow lifted her hips obligingly and allowed the removal of the jeans. “Mmm, Willow legs,” the Slayer noted happily. Buffy leaned down and kissed the inside of Willow’s right calf, just above her ankle.

“Feels nice,” Willow encouraged her. Two more kisses hit the same spot and then third moved upward. “Thought you were gonna let me go first.”

“Just exploring,” Buffy defended quietly as she made her way further up the leg, occasionally licking or nibbling experimentally. Her right hand reached out to caress the witch’s left leg, gently tracing patterns in the pale skin. “Trying to find out if my wicked witch has any sweet spots.” As her kisses reach the right knee, she curled the witch’s left leg up to her body and began trailing her fingers over the back of the thigh. Willow inhaled sharply at the treatment she was receiving.

“Ooh,” Buffy’s eyes lit up excitedly. “Was that a sweet spot or are you just happy to see me?”

“Both,” Willow replied immediately.

“Ooh,” repeated the Slayer, leaning forward as she continued to stroke the thigh. Willow squirmed in pleasure, moaning inarticulately at the Slayer’s soft caresses.

“Sooo good,” she managed before slipping into less coherent syllables.

“I can tell you like it,” Buffy commented joyfully. “I can smell it.”

“Ohhh – uh – that’s a little awkward actually,” Willow informed the Slayer apologetically.

“Doesn’t have to be.” Buffy leaned down toward Willow’s panties, which were sky blue like her bra had been, and inhaled deeply. “I actually like the way you smell.”

“Slightly less awkward,” Willow offered.

“I like to know that I’m doing a good job.” She kissed the witch just above her panties. “And you smell – rich and – strong,” Buffy struggled for the right adjectives. “But without really being overwhelming. It’s nice.”

“Um, thanks,” said Willow with a blush.

“I’m sorry,” Buffy said quickly, “I’m wigging you out, huh?”

“No,” the witch assured her. “Not wigged, I promise. I’ve just never really had a compliment like that before. I didn’t realize Slayer’s had such good smell either.”

“I’d say it’s a bit better than the average person,” Buffy responded. “Not refined though. Like how vamps tune in on blood and familiar people. I don’t think I could exactly track anybody…” she paused and blushed. “You don’t really wanna hear about Slayer senses though, do you?”

“I like listening to you talk.” Willow smiled warmly.

“Yeah, but I should be-”

“Don’t get so worried about it, Buffy. Trust me, I enjoy the journey just as much as the destination. Sometimes more.”

“Really?” the Slayer questioned.

“Really and truly,” Willow affirmed. “Even if you’re not touching my body, when we talk – it’s like your touching my emotions. It turns me on in a whole other way.”

“Well, that’s it,” Buffy decided. “I’m swearing off boys. Lesbian sex is like ten times better.”

“Turned you already, huh?” Willow grinned as Buffy nuzzled her stomach affectionately.

“I can’t remember a guy ever making me as happy as you do.” Buffy planted kisses along the waistband of Willow’s panties.

“Do you really mean that?” Willow asked softly.

“I do. There’s this – connection. I’ve never really felt emotionally connected. Nothing this deep.” Buffy fell silent, unsure of herself, unaccustomed to this level of intimate expression.

“That’s beautiful, Buffy,” the witch replied with sincerity. “I think you just found an emotional sweet spot and poured sweet all over it.”

“I just got,” Buffy began with a smile, “a really enticing visual.”

“Enticing, huh?” Willow lifted her eyebrows inquisitively.

“Definitely.” Buffy paused. “You were covered in syrup.”

“Ooh,” the witch’s eyes lit up in wonder. “Wanna go get some?”

For a moment, Buffy seriously considered the idea.

“I don’t think we have any in the house,” she said with a frown. “Maybe next time though.”

“You could always,” Willow spoke in a suggestive tone, “pretend I’m covered in syrup.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement on this syrup idea.”

“You know you’re gonna get covered too, right?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Buffy smiled. “So – pretending?”

“Yeah.” Willow nodded vigorously. “There’s syrup all over my body. Picture it.”

“Already did, remember?”

“I’m all wet and sticky. Someone needs to clean me off.”

“It’s only logical,” Buffy agreed, trailing her tongue seductively up Willow’s stomach. “Wicked witch tastes sweet.”

“Mmm, be sure to get it all,” the redhead instructed. “Ahhh yes,” she moaned her approval as Buffy’s tongue spiraled along her right breast, moving toward the nipple. She licked briefly and then gently blew on Willow’s nipple. “Holy God,” groaned the witch. “Are you sure you’ve never had sex with a woman before?”

“You’re my first,” Buffy vowed. “I’m guessing you liked that.”

“High marks,” Willow assured her.

“I definitely wanna pass this test.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” said Willow kindly.

“I’m not nervous when I’m with you,” Buffy replied. She took Willow’s nipple into her mouth and gently began to suck.

“Just like that.” Willow grasped the back of Buffy’s head, stroking the soft, blonde hair. “I love you, Buffy.”

“Definitely a turn on,” the Slayer commented before gently nibbling the stiff nipple. She was rewarded handsomely by the return of the mewling noises that she loved so much. Continuing to nibble, Buffy felt her legs quivering in response to Willow’s voice. Buffy released the nipple and leaned forward, resting her head on the witch’s chest.

“Why’d you stop?” Willow purred.

“I think my legs were about to give out,” Buffy answered shortly. “You make the sexiest sounds.”

“You like my noises that much?” Willow continued stroking the Slayer’s hair affectionately. Buffy nodded against Willow’s chest. “So much that you had to stop?”

“Sorry,” Buffy said softly, “I – well, I didn’t wanna come too soon.”

“You were about to come?” asked the witch in surprise. Another nod. “Wow.”

“That sound,” Buffy explained. “It’s just – adorable. And you sound – like you need it so much. And I was already so turned on…”

“Wow,” Willow repeated softly.

“Sorry for stopping,” Buffy said again. “I just need to cool down for a minute or two. I want this to last.”

“I promise we’ll do this many more times. Try not to get too stressed out.”

“I’m not stressed,” Buffy defended. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” Willow prompted.

“I’m afraid that – I’m afraid that if I come, I’m gonna wake up.”

“Wake up?” Willow stopped stroking. “Buffy, you’re worried that this is a dream?”

“A little,” the Slayer admitted meekly. Willow moved her hand down to Buffy’s backside and pinched – hard. “Ow!” she protested angrily.

“Still think you’re dreaming?” There was a brief pause as Buffy rubbed at the freshly pinched skin. “Buffy, I thought we got past the whole doubting ourselves thing.”

“I’m sorry,” Buffy replied softly. “It’s hard for me to – to trust that I’m allowed to be this happy.”

“I think I know how to convince you.” Willow grabbed the waistband of Buffy’s black panties and began pulling them down her legs. Before the Slayer could gather herself to react, Willow was rolling her over and flinging the underwear across the room. “Foreplay’s over,” Willow announced in a low, seductive tone.

Buffy panted heavily, loving the emergence of Willow’s assertive side. She groaned as the redhead planted hurried kisses down her chest and stomach.

“You want it, right?” Willow verified as she positioned herself between the Slayer’s legs.

“No teeth,” Buffy said by way of an answer.

Willow ran her tongue, slow and gentle, up Buffy’s labia. The Slayer sighed passionately, reveling in the sensation. Feeling the sudden absence of the tongue, Buffy raised herself to see the redhead lean in and kiss various spots on her right thigh. As she hit the exact point where Buffy’s thigh joined her torso, the Slayer arched into the kiss reflexively.

“How did you know that was there?” Buffy panted. “Ohh God,” she shuddered as Willow licked the sweet spot. “Gold star,” she exclaimed. Willow smiled against the Slayer’s heated skin and began kissing her way back toward the apex of Buffy’s thighs.

The witch licked her own finger and then very gently placed against the hood of Buffy’s clit, causing a desperate, guttural moan. She very carefully pulled the finger away before tracing down the Slayer’s labia. As Buffy’s panting began to calm, Willow leaned forward and gave her clit a quick lick. Buffy’s head tossed on the pillow and her hips squirmed in desire. Pressing her free left hand on Buffy’s stomach to hold her in place, Willow began licking in earnest, lapping affectionately at the straining nub of flesh.

Buffy responded to this treatment with many screams and moans. Much of it was incoherent, but Willow picked up on occasional phrases like “Oh God” and “Please more.” Willow heard a vague “Don’t stop” as she slowed the movements of her tongue. She did stop, however, pressing her mouth closely around the Slayer’s clit and creating a soft suction that was greeted with moans of increasing volume.

“Wil-loooow,” the Slayer begged, body rocking beneath the witch’s firm hand. Willow slowly penetrated the Slayer with her index finger as her mouth returned to licking. She picked up a gentle back and forth motion, enjoying the wet warmth that wrapped around her finger. “Love,” Buffy panted. “I love – I looooove you, Willow.” Buffy had moaned as Willow had curled her finger against the upper walls of Buffy’s flesh. The sounds of Buffy beating her fists against the bed reached the witch’s ears and she smiled, knowing that she was getting close.

“Let go, sweetie,” Willow encouraged her lover. “Fall into it and I’ll catch you.” She ran her tongue once over the hood of Buffy’s clit. “Trust me.” Wrapping her mouth around the clit again, Willow moaned low and loud before redoubling her licking. Willow curled her finger a second time and Buffy’s thrashing intensified.

The Slayer bucked wildly beneath Willow’s hand, head tossing from side to side and arms flinging out aimlessly. Willow gave one last lick before pulling her mouth back, not wanting to accidently bite the bucking blonde. Both hands moved to Buffy’s thighs, affirming her presence as the Slayer rode out her orgasm. Just as Willow was beginning to worry if Buffy was alright, her movements began to calm, though her breathing was still coming in shuddering gasps.

“You okay, Buffy,” Willow asked gently, crawling up next to the blonde as she gasped for air.

“Yeah,” Buffy rasped out. “Yeah.” The witch began stroking Buffy’s hair again.

“Still think you’re dreaming?” the witch teased.

“Real,” panted the Slayer. “Def – definitely real.” Buffy’s chest continued to heave as she struggled to catch her breath. “God, Will that was so scary.”

“Scary?” Willow questioned, reflexively wrapping her arms around the shuddering blonde.

“I’ve never – not like that,” Buffy attempted to explain. “But you said – you said let go. And I realized I was holding on so I let go and oh my God!”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Willow assured the panting Slayer.

“Scary – maybe not the best word.” Buffy lay still for a moment, willing her mind to resume its proper functions. “It was – amazing. Thank you!” Willow could feel the raw gratitude in the Slayer’s words. “I’ve been – and let go – and I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Buffy.” She nuzzled the Slayer’s neck affectionately. “And I think I get what you’re trying to say. It’s trust,” she informed her softly. “It can be really scary, but it’s also wonderful.”

“Sounds about right,” Buffy conceded, finally calming enough to carry on a conversation.

“Intimacy might be another word that applies.”

“Scary as hell,” Buffy replied. “And consider that I’ve been to one.”

“Yeah, but you were only there for about a second,” Willow challenged.

“A second to you, maybe. It was at least,” Buffy pondered, “an hour for me.”

“Buffy, the vampire Slayer,” Willow commented, “even hell can’t keep her for more than an hour.”

“You realize we have the weirdest pillow talk in the world,” the Slayer pointed out.

“I like the way we talk,” defended the witch.

“I do too,” Buffy pledged, “just pointing out that we’re weird.”

“As long as we’re together, I don’t care what we are.”

“Trying to turn me on again?” asked the Slayer. “Pouring sweet all over me like that.”

“Really lamenting the absence of syrup,” said Willow sadly.

“Mmm, I’ll just have to cover you in Buffy kisses instead.”

“Equally sweet,” the redhead acknowledged.

“Just not right away,” Buffy qualified. “I still can’t really move.”

“You don’t have to, you know,” said the witch calmly. “If you just wanna bask, you can.”

“Can’t I do both?” the Slayer inquired.

“Of course you can. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

“No pressure,” Buffy promised. “Seriously, I feel like a jellyfish right now.”

“I told you I was confident in my abilities,” Willow said smugly.

“I’d still like to know how you found that spot on my leg so fast.”

“What this spot?” Willow reached down and gently prodded the sensitive area with her finger.

“Uhhh,” Buffy responded, arching into the touch.

“Mostly luck,” said the redhead, pulling her hand back up to rest on Buffy’s stomach. “Well, luck and paying attention when you were exploring earlier.”

“I started at the bottom of your legs,” countered Buffy.

“Yeah, but you weren’t really hoping to find anything down there,” the witch replied knowingly. “You were looking for a journey.”

“And so you guessed I had a sweet spot near the top of my legs?”

“Yup.”

“What would you have done if you didn’t find anything?” the Slayer challenged.

“Played it off as part of my routine,” Willow answered readily. “Maybe a few kisses on the other side and then back to the middle. I was sort of counting on the erogenous zone though. We were a little out of the moment so I needed something to pull you in.”

“I got back in the moment when you flipped me over,” Buffy pointed out. “Assertive Willow is a major turn on.”

“Filing that one away for future reference,” Willow noted. “Could lead to a dominance problem though; I like assertive Buffy.”

“We can take turns,” the Slayer said reassuringly. “Besides, you don’t want me to rip all of your shirts do you?”

“Did I mention how hot that was?”

“I’m a little fuzzy on the details,” said Buffy. “I had this really hot girl’s tits in my face. Kinda distracting.”

“Really hot?” Willow questioned. “Was there a third girl in here that I didn’t know about?”

“Nope. My Willow’s a major hottie.” Buffy let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to the redhead. “Wanna know your final grades?”

“Ooh,” Willow squealed excitably, “can I?”

“Kissing remains the same,” Buffy began. “A plus and a gold star.”

“And nipples?” Willow asked.

“Also the same,” said Buffy. “Sorry, but you didn’t really get a chance to apply yourself to the coursework.”

“It’s not my fault the instructor kept cancelling classes,” Willow pouted.

“The University of Buffy will let you retake the course at a later date.”

“They better,” the witch said with a nod. “What with all the sexual favors I did for the dean.”

“You may have already been informed, but you earned the gold star in sweet spots.”

“Yeah, my instructor kinda let it slip out during the exam,” Willow planted a single soft kiss on Buffy’s neck.

“Yes, miss Summers has a habit of letting things slip out in the heat of the moment.”

“And it was a very – hot moment,” Willow agreed.

“The whole university is still buzzing about it.”

“So,” prompted the witch, “how did I do in my new courses?”

“Very well,” Buffy complimented. “In the areas of pussy licking and mind-blowing orgasms,” she prefaced, “you performed exceptionally. Unfortunately-”

“Unfortunately?” Willow’s eyes widened.

“Your scores were much too high,” said Buffy, smiling widely. “The university has been unable to assign you a letter grade.”

“You know that actually happened to me my first year in high school.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Buffy teased. “A very, very – sexy nerd.”

“At least I’m attracted to normal people,” Willow retorted. “Unlike a certain girl I know who has a thing for nerds.”

“Probably one of those crazy girls who hangs out in cemeteries a lot,” Buffy nodded solemnly. “I’m guessing there’s some intimacy issues there.”

“Oh yeah, definitely. Not to mention she’s a vampire Slayer who likes it when people bite her neck.”

“Hey,” Buffy exclaimed defensively. “Slaying’s a totally different scenario.”

“Is that why you’ve been bitten – three times.”

“Willow, really,” Buffy said softly. “That’s not okay.”

“Oh God, I’m sorry.” She kissed the Slayer’s cheek. “I-I was just trying to do the teasing thing.”

“It was only sexy once.” Both girls froze. Buffy clapped a hand over her mouth, wondering how that had slipped out.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Willow tugged at Buffy’s hand stubbornly. “I mean, I hope you don’t go get yourself bitten or anything, but it’s okay if it was sexy once.”

“Willow, why did I say that?” Buffy asked in a panic, finally pulling her hand away.

“It’s okay,” said Willow again. “It’s the trust thing, remember. I like that you tell me these things.”

“But – but,” Buffy stammered.

“Shhh. It’s okay, Buffy. Besides, I think even I would’ve liked a bite from Dracula.”

“It wasn’t Dracula,” said Buffy quietly.

“Then it must have been Angel,” Willow surmised.

“Yeah.”

“It’s still okay, you know.”

“Y-you really don’t think it’s disgusting?”

“I really don’t,” Willow pledged devoutly. “Whole truth, I actually think it’s a little bit sexy too.” Buffy’s eyes widened. “I already said I probably would’ve let Dracula have a taste. And I’ve imagined what it was like when you let Angel drink you.”

“Can I make a rule?” Buffy requested.

“Depends on the rule.”

“Can we not talk about each other’s exes in the bedroom?”

“Okay,” Willow assented. “I’m sorry. I guess I kinda murdered your afterglow.”

“Yeah,” Buffy sighed. “I think you’re gonna have to take a B in afterglow. But you can make it up again later.”

“I love you, Buffy.”

“Your bribes are no good here,” Buffy said flatly. “Love me all you like, but you still owe me a stellar afterglow.”

“I’ll give you a hundred,” vowed the witch. “And since trust is about reciprocation-”

“I still love the nerdy talk, but I think you need to break that one down for me,” Buffy interrupted.

“Think golden rule,” Willow replied. “Trust is about both of us trusting each other. So, I’m gonna tell you one of my crazy kinks.”

“You have crazy kinks?” the Slayer questioned.

“Buffy, I’m pretty sure everybody has at least one,” the witch stated bluntly.

“And here I thought you were as vanilla as ice cream.”

“That’s another kink,” said Willow with a smile, “we can address that later if you’re interested.”

“So what’s your naughty secret?” Buffy asked, aching with anticipation.

The witch leaned in and whispered quietly in the Slayer’s ear.

“Is there,” Buffy began quietly, “is there any way we could make that happen?”

“What?” Willow searched for a sign that the Slayer might be pulling her leg.

“Like, maybe with magic or something,” Buffy suggested.

“I have found the perfect woman,” Willow announced happily. “You seriously like my crazy fantasies?”

“I’d love to do that to you,” said Buffy.

“What if I was doing it to you?”

“Also good,” Buffy assured her. “It’d be fun to take turns.”

“I’m suddenly very horny.”

“So can you really do it?”

“I’ll have to do some research,” answered the witch. “Definitely not this time.”

“I didn’t mean this time,” Buffy clarified. “This time should probably be mostly vanilla.”

“So, wanna hear about the ice cream fantasy?” Willow’s eyes were light and happy now.

“Is it anything like the syrup fantasy?” the Slayer guessed.

“Pretty much,” replied the redhead. “I have a lot of fantasies like that one.”

“As long as we’re still talking sweets, I’m still interested. I think the syrup one is more practical though,” she added as an afterthought.

“Don’t they have an ice cream machine at the Doublemeat Palace?”

“We are not having sex at the Doublemeat Palace,” Buffy countered flatly. “And I don’t even work there anymore.”

“We’ll just have to do that one the hard way then,” Willow decided.

“Such a determined little witch.”

“If I throw out my arm scooping ice cream then you have to massage it for a month.”

“You could just let your big, strong Slayer do the scooping,” Buffy leaned in and started kissing Willow’s neck.

“We’d probably have to put towels down,” Willow noted thoughtfully. “And of course there’s a logical follow up to the messy fantasies.”

“The shower fantasies,” Buffy supplied with a smile.

“I love you, Buffy,” the witch said with warmth in her tone.

“I love you too, Will.” She kissed the gorgeous redhead affectionately. “All the food talk is making me kinda hungry.”

“Does that mean you’re ready to eat me?” Willow asked seductively.

“Wicked witch is wicked,” Buffy teased, moving to straddle her lover’s hips. “And she’s also a mind reader.” Their lips met again, more passionately. Buffy had a thoughtful look on her face as their lips separated.

“Sorry,” said Willow, forming her own theories about the look on Buffy’s face. “I guess I have Buffy-breath, huh?”

“No,” Buffy said vaguely. “I mean yes, you do,” she corrected, “but it’s okay. I’m pretty much indifferent to it. Not good, not bad, just there.”

“I’ll go ahead and tell you in advance, I like the way I taste. So feel free to kiss me passionately after you’re done.”

“You are deliciously kinky,” Buffy commented before kissing her lover once more. Right hand steadying herself on the bed, Buffy’s left hand began to lightly draw circles around Willow’s right breast. “So,” she kissed the witch’s cheek, “if I’m taking tips from what you did when you were exploring me, does that mean there’s a sweet spot on your neck?”

“You already found that one,” Willow informed the Slayer.

“You mean this one?” Buffy asked innocently as she began to lick the hollow of the witch’s neck.

“That’s the one,” said Willow, satisfaction layering her tone.

“I seem to remember two other spots.” Buffy feigned concentration, kissing her way down Willow’s chest and drawing her legs in to sit more comfortably between the witch’s spread thighs. “Two spots that make my wicked witch purr like a kitten.” She kissed the tops of Willow’s breasts. “If only I could remember where they were. If only they stood out in some way.”

“Ahhh fuck,” Willow moaned as Buffy kissed in circles around her left breast.

“Patience,” Buffy told her.

“You’re such a tease.”

“I only tease you because I love you.” The Slayer licked the witch’s areola.

“Sometimes I think you love me too much.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?” Buffy smiled against her lover’s skin and Willow whined in protest. The Slayer took Willow’s nipple into her mouth and sucked.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Willow responded rapidly. Buffy’s left hand traveled down the witch’s stomach, slipping beneath her panties. She felt wetness and patch of soft hair. “Is that okay?” the redhead asked nervously. “I can start shaving if you want.”

“Do whatever’s most comfortable for you, Will,” the Slayer advised. “I’m fine with anything.” She inserted her finger into Willow’s opening, marveling at how incredibly wet her witch had become.

“You like?” Willow inquired with a mischievous smile.

“I like a lot,” said Buffy, experimentally moving her finger in different ways.

“Mmm.” The redhead squirmed and arched into the Slayer’s touch.

“Does my wicked witch like what I’m doing to her?”

“Uh-huhhh.” Willow nodded vigorously as Buffy mimicked the finger curling action that the witch had performed earlier.

“I’ve been thinking,” Buffy said, stopping to plant kisses on Willow’s breasts, “maybe I should have a pet name too.” She moved upward. “Can you think of any good names?”

“Ahhh God,” moaned the redhead as Buffy started licking her neck again.

“Maybe,” said Buffy. It took Willow a moment to realize what the Slayer was talking about. “I’d get really picky about you taking it in vain though.

“Buffyyyy,” Willow begged, feeling the Slayer’s thumb just above her clit.

“I’m already Buffy,” the blonde replied softly. “But it might work. You just look deep into my eyes and let it roll off your tongue.”

“Buffy,” she panted again. “Oh Buffy, please.”

“I’m starting to think you might want something.” Buffy moved her thumb back and forth, still just above Willow’s aching clit.

“I want – you,” Willow pleaded.

“Me?” Gently, the Slayer added a second finger inside Willow’s warm core.

“Ohhh yes. Oh yes, Buffy.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck my pussy,” Willow cried out as Buffy’s fingers began a slow pumping rhythm.

“Maybe my name could be soap,” the Slayer suggested. “Then I could wash out your mouth.”

“Fuck me, soap,” said Willow with a giggle. Buffy raised her face to kiss her lover.

“Have you ever thought about that?” asked the Slayer seductively. “When you’re showering and you start to get hot. Then the soap passes over your-” Buffy pressed it with her thumb as she spoke the word, “-clit.”

“YES!” Willow shouted. “Fuck yes!” As Buffy’s thumb retreated again, Willow whimpered softly.

“Your pussy’s so wet,” Buffy noted happily. “I love the sound it makes. Every – time – I pump –my fingers – into you.” She emphasized her words with vigorous pushes of her fingers.

“I like hearing you say that word,” Willow complimented.

“Which word?” Buffy teased, planting kisses from shoulder to shoulder. “Fingers,” she guessed playfully.

“Not f-fingers,” Willow panted.

“Wwwwet,” Buffy said slow and sensuously.

“Not – wet.”

“Love,” suggested the Slayer.

“Also a good word.”

“Maybe you need to tell me which word.” Buffy returned yet again to Willow’s neck.

“Pussy,” rasped the witch.

“Mmm, pussy,” Buffy repeated. “You like it when I talk about your warm – wet – tight…” she paused, listening to the increased rate of Willow’s panting, “…pussy.”

“You’re so good to me,” said Willow with a warm smile.

“Just – reciprocating.”

“Oh God yes!” Willow groaned as Buffy’s thumb brushed her clit a second time. And then Buffy’s fingers withdrew. “NO!” shouted the witch. “Oh God, Buffy – please no. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

“Not stopping,” the Slayer reassured her lover. She sat up, grasping the waistband of Willow’s panties with both hands. The redhead brought her legs together in front of Buffy as the panties were pulled off hurriedly. Willow’s breathing quickened eagerly.

“Now let’s see…” Buffy shifted herself down the bed until her face was level with the witch’s waist. “I think there was a sweet spot,” she curled Willow’s leg up to her body, “right about here.” Willow moaned as the Slayer began to kiss and lick the back of her thigh.

“There’s a sweeter spot – to your left,” Willow encouraged.

“Wonder where that could be,” Buffy mumbled. The fingers of her left hand combed gently through the witch’s soft red curls.

“Pleeeeeaaaase,” Willow groaned, bucking her hips impatiently. Buffy kissed her way up to the inside of the witch’s thigh and then began moving toward the center at a tantalizingly slow speed. “Oh Buffy, please.” Willow’s moans were low and desperate. For the third time, Buffy’s thumb lightly grazed Willow’s clit and the witch whimpered her approval.

“I love you, wicked witch,” Buffy said softly as her kisses began to reach soft hair and she could feel warmth radiating from her lover’s heated skin.

“Love – too,” said Willow, eyes rolling in pleasure as Buffy’s tongue flicked once against her clit.

“Lookie what I found,” Buffy announced happily, giving the clit another short lick. “Now what was that word again?” Buffy gently kissed the clit once. “I’m so forgetful.” She began trailing her tongue in repeated ellipses, up one lip and down the other.

“Uhhh,” Willow groaned in reply. “So good, Buffy,” she praised. “Love, love, love, love, love.”

“Love too,” said Buffy with a grin, focusing now on Willow’s clit, lapping eagerly.

“Yes! Fuck! Love!” Willow screamed blissfully. “Lick – fuck – fingers,” she gasped. Buffy’s right hand began tracing the back of Willow’s thigh again. “Fingers – pussy,” tried the witch. The Slayer brought her left hand in under her chin as she continued to lick, inserting one finger into the warm moisture. “Twooooo,” moaned Willow. Buffy gently added a second finger, pumping them slowly as her tongue moved in short circles around Willow’s clit.

“Love you.” Willow’s moans went up an octave under the new treatment she was receiving. “Love – Buffy – fuuuuuuck!” Buffy released Willow’s thigh, bringing her hand up to the witch’s stomach, holding her steady as she began to writhe against Buffy’s tongue. Her moans lost the remnants of coherent words as Buffy lapped rapidly at her clit. The Slayer smiled to herself as she felt Willow’s legs quivering on either side of her. The right leg was twitching repeatedly as if Willow were trying to kick something just out of her reach. Buffy continued to lick persistently as she pumped her fingers, desperate to push Willow over the edge.

“Come for me, Willow,” she begged quickly between licks. After a short second’s writhing, Buffy curled both fingers that were inside the witch and heard a piercing shriek in reply. Willow’s legs shuddered uncontrollably, thigh muscles rippling on either side of Buffy’s neck. Buffy pressed her lips softly against Willow’s clit as the redhead continued to moan and shiver. The sensation of Willow’s inner walls pressing around Buffy’s fingers was nearly overwhelming.

As Willow’s movements began to calm, Buffy slowly withdrew her fingers and licked them clean while the witch watched.

“You,” Willow panted heavily, “you like it then?”

“I heard somewhere that taste is seventy percent smell,” Buffy answered, continuing to clean her fingers. “Yes, I like it a lot.” She leaned down again and lapped at the source.

“God, that was amazing Buffy.” Willow’s head hit the pillow and she arched her back contentedly. “I’m still not convinced that you’ve never done this before.”

“I swear you got my lesbian cherry,” Buffy assured her, kissing her way up Willow’s stomach. “But I did good?” she asked.

“You were fantastic,” Willow pledged.

“I’m glad.” Buffy curled up next to Willow, laying her head on the witch’s chest and listening as her heart rate returned to normal. “I love my Willow,” she purred, perfectly content.

“I love my Buffy,” the redhead replied immediately, leaning down and kissing the blonde’s forehead.

“I think I’ve been having prophecy dreams,” Buffy added quietly.

“Maybe hooded murderers aren’t the best topic for afterglow,” Willow pointed out.

“Not those,” said Buffy. “Well – less of those,” she corrected. “Lately I’ve been dreaming a lot about you.”

“What?” Willow’s tone sounded distressed. “Oh my God, am I gonna die?”

“What? No,” Buffy assured her quickly. “I mean this,” she clarified. “Us.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks. I guess I’m trying to say that this is like a dream come true.”

“You probably should have started with that part.” Willow began lightly stroking Buffy’s shoulder with the tips of her fingers. “So what was dream-Willow like?”

“Similar in some ways, different in others,” said Buffy, half-shrugging from her curled up position.

“Did I meet expectations?” asked the redhead.

“You exceeded them,” Buffy said firmly. “The seizure-like orgasm was definitely not predicted.”

“You actually had me a little worried with that,” Willow confessed.

“I had me a little worried too. Remember, with the scary?”

“Yeah. Hopefully I won’t scare you every time,” said Willow kindly.

“Trust is definitely of the good,” Buffy responded. “I’m not saying it won’t take some getting used to, but it’s worth it. I-it’s what I need,” she added quietly. “It’s what I’ve been missing.”

“Just remember that I’m here for you,” Willow reminded. “Not a thing in this world could make me stop loving you. I’m always gonna be your best friend. And I hope you’ll always let me be your lover too.”

“I will,” Buffy vowed. “I always will.”

“I need to tell you something,” Willow half-whispered. “Really this time.” Buffy looked up at her lover’s face. “I need you to know – you make me feel the same.” A weighted silence filled the air. “I’m sorry about the no exes rule, but you make me feel like Tara did.”

“Willow,” said Buffy softly, tears forming in her eyes.

“I was afraid I’d never feel like this again…but I do.”

“Thank you,” Buffy whispered, unsure of how else to respond.

“Thank you,” Willow added. “It feels like coming back to life.”

“I guess that evens us out,” said Buffy, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Except you actually did bring me back from feeling like hell,” Willow pointed out. “So still – odd.”

“You showed me heaven on earth,” Buffy countered. “Even.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and then broke out into identical mischievous grins.

“Wanna go again?”


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