Buffy didn’t remember how she had gotten on the bed, nor did she care. All she knew was that Willow was ravishing her. She closed her eyes as she felt her best friend’s lips upon her neck. She ran her hands along Willow’s back, desperate to touch skin, but too afraid. Willow was not afraid at all however. She was quickly dominating the experience, and Buffy surrendered control to someone else. Something that good Slayers never did, but something they all needed. She then sent up praises to any force that was listening for bringing Willow into her life, for letting her have someone to take care of her once and awhile.

She drew in a quick breath as she felt Willow’s hands run up her shirt, and brush against her skin. Hot, white flames leapt from the redhead’s fingers, and shot straight to the slayer’s center. She groaned as Willow kissed her ears, her eyes, her nose, leaving no patch of skin without special treatment.

“Willow. . . Oh god. . . wait. . .” Willow sat up and stared with a dazed look in her eyes, that was quickly replaced with fear.

“Oh, god Buffy, I am sorry. . . i guess that i just. . uh. . got carried away or something.”

Buffy smiled a placed a finger on the red heads lips. “Shh. . . I just wanted to get these clothes off of you.”

Willow then smiled, and kissed the finger pressed to her lips. She was feeling adventurous, and she kept remembering all those conversations she had read in that chat room, so she gently drew the slayer’s finger into her mouth, and sucked on it. She felt Buffy’s intake of breath, and the watched as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“God Wills, you are killing me. . .”

Willow released the slayer’s finger, ran her fingers underneath the slayers shirt, and gently drew it up, exposing her rippling stomach. She gently traced the scars there, and her eyes turned sad. Buffy watched the expression of sadness enter Willow’s eyes, and when the red head gently bent her head to kiss the scars, Buffy felt like she could weep from the sheer sweetness and love in that simple act. As Willow’s lips touched her skin, another feeling took over completely, and she sighed.

“That’s it. . .” She mumbled, using her superior strength to roll Willow over, and ended up on top of her. Buffy planted a searing, wet kiss on her best friend’s mouth, and got up. Willow actually whimpered at the loss of contact. Her interest was renewed as Buffy then slid the shirt off of her body, and undressed herself completely. Willow couldn’t breath. Buffy’s body was amazing. Hard and yet soft. She sat up and ran her fingers lightly over the skin of that stomach, and then down to her thighs.

“God. . .” Came from the slayers mouth, as she felt the hands caress her. Buffy opened her eyes, and grinned, grabbing Willows hands, pulling her up and starting with the buttons of her clothes. “Now its your turn.” Willow didn’t say anything, and kept her hands at her side as she watched the slayer hastily undress her. She blushed at the expression that crossed the blonde’s face.

“My god Willow. . . How can you hide something this . . this… beautiful?”, said the stunned slayer.

Willow was a picture of feminine perfection, soft curves and creamy white skin. She then pulled the red head against her, and they both sighed at the sensation of skin on skin. Lips then possessed, and they were no longer two entities. Timid touches and small kisses led to something neither of them could believe. They both had no idea what they were doing, but they knew that they liked it.

“I. . I want to touch you.” Willow said looking at Buffy with timid eyes.

Buffy smiled, and led Willow's hands to her very center of her being. Willow felt her fingers swim in the warmth that she had created. She felt a sense of power unfold inside her, knowing that she created this kind of response in someone as amazing as Buffy. She slid her fingers around in the softness until she gently passed over a small bundle of hot flesh. She paused as Buffy moaned out, and spread her legs wider. Willow felt a grin tug at the sides of her mouth as she passed over it again, and got the same response. She added more pressure, and rubbed it in a circular motion, until the slayer was writhing, and mumbling incoherently.

Willow then recalled something else she read, and she brought her lips down to Buffy’s breast. She kissed the hardening peak, gently sucking it in her mouth. Immediately, she knew she had done something right, as she felt Buffy’s strong hands grasp her head and press down, wanting more contact. “God. . .” She breathed as sensations flooded her being. Willow gently sucked the nipple deeper inside her mouth and felt Buffy begin to shudder. Willow knew that something was happening, and she wanted to see the slayer’s face. She withdrew her mouth from the blonde’s breast, and increased the speed of her fingers. She watched the slayer’s eyes droop shut, and her mouth opened. Willow felt the body under hers tense up, and she knew it was time.

She watched as Buffy fell from herself. She heard the slayer scream her name, and blindly grasp the sheets underneath her. It was the most beautiful thing that Willow Rosenberg had ever seen. She ceased her movements, and wrapped her body around the slayers, and waited for her to return from the place that she herself had sent her.

“Oh gods. . . Willow. . You are. . Amazing.”

Willow smiled against the skin of Buffy’s throat. “Thanks.” she said timidly.

“Let’s see if i can return the favor.” said Buffy with a mischievous smile.

“Hey, where you two all weekend?” Xander said, adjusting his bag to his other shoulder, so he could wrap his free arm around Cordiela. Buffy smiled, and Willow blushed.

“We were just working on some projects. . . For Giles.” Buffy held her breath, and then relaxed when she saw that they bought it.

“Oh yeah.. That sounds like fun.” Cordiela said under her breath.

“Well, we better get to the library, it’s been quiet around hellmouth lately, and i just know that everything is just gonna blow up one of these days.” The slayer said, as she threw her stuff in her locker, and leaned up against Willow’ s shoulder. This innocent touching went unnoticed by their friends, but Willow started to smile, beam actually, and Buffy felt herself growing warm. Just then, Giles rounded the corner heading straight for them.

“Uh oh.. . Looks like trouble in paradise.”

“Buffy, I have been looking all over for you.”

“Sorry Giles, I was taking care of some stuff.”

“Well now, maybe I might be able to get you to take a break from all of that other important stuff and get you back to slaying.”

“Yeah, sure, we were just heading that way.”

“Well, we are nearing the end of the lunar cycle, and that means. . .” The Englishman’s speech was interrupted by both Buffy and Willow.

“Trouble.. . We know.”

Giles walked ahead of them, and Buffy and Willow took up the rear. Buffy gently reached down and grasped Willow’s hand, and gave it a tight squeeze. Just then, all the electricity went out, and the only light came from the windows. It was still a good three hours before dusk, but something about this had demon written all over it. The slayer blew out a breath, and looked at Willow.

“Well, everything is back to normal now.”

“I guess. . .” And they walked on down the hall in the darkness, each supporting a knowing smile.

~~Fini