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whedonistTitle: Breathless
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Buffy/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: All good things to come to end, sometimes what comes next is better.
Breathless
It was neither premeditated nor planned. The ritual since moving in with Buffy at the dorms developed of its own volition. Willow would stay and study while Buffy went and slayed. When she came home, the slayer would ready for bed and head straight for Willow’s. The witch would hold open the covers and they’d lay together in the quiet of the night, sometimes talking and sometimes just holding on to the other. A comfort to both.
The dance between the two had been patient, unintentional and life changing.
When Willow leaned down and looked at her best friend lit up only by the moonlight shining through the window, she knew it was time to end it. That dance had run its course.
In its wake a new one needed to be started. Buffy met her half way, leaning up to capture Willow’s descending lips. The slayer’s hands slipped under the hem of Willow’s night shirt, exploring familiar skin in a new way. Willow used one arm to help prop herself over the body beneath her. Her free hand tangled in hair to settle at the back of her best friend’s neck and hold them together.
Breaths were shared and somewhere along the way, positions shifted. Willow found herself on her side looking at Buffy. Their legs a tangled mess, their hips flush and chests heaving together. Shirts were also discarded, but Willow couldn’t care enough to figure out the when, why and how. She focused on Buffy. The look in the darkened hazel eyes and the puffy lips.
Her sleep shorts rubbed uncomfortably against sensitive skin and stuck where her arousal had seeped through the thin cotton of her panties.
She searched Buffy’s features for assurance. She got hesitation instead, “We won’t be able to take this back,” Buffy whispered.
She was surprised when the hand at her hip trailed up her exposed flank and around to cup her right breast. The words caught in her throat as Buffy toyed with her hardened nipple. The witch closed her eyes and bit her cheek, trying to get her emotions under control. “I love you,” she whimpered in failure.
The hand toying with her breast stilled and she felt Buffy run her hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face. Tentatively, she opened her eyes as the feel of Buffy neared. She stared back into her friend’s and nearly lost her battle with the tears threatening when Buffy whispered back, “I know. I love you too.”
The slayer pecked the tip of Willow’s nose then her top lip and the corner of her mouth. “I just needed to say that out loud so you know. I don’t want to take this back.”
Willow’s smile lit up the room. Buffy said exactly what she needed to hear before her shorts joined her shirt, wherever her shirt went to.
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Buffy/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: All good things to come to end, sometimes what comes next is better.
It was neither premeditated nor planned. The ritual since moving in with Buffy at the dorms developed of its own volition. Willow would stay and study while Buffy went and slayed. When she came home, the slayer would ready for bed and head straight for Willow’s. The witch would hold open the covers and they’d lay together in the quiet of the night, sometimes talking and sometimes just holding on to the other. A comfort to both.
The dance between the two had been patient, unintentional and life changing.
When Willow leaned down and looked at her best friend lit up only by the moonlight shining through the window, she knew it was time to end it. That dance had run its course.
In its wake a new one needed to be started. Buffy met her half way, leaning up to capture Willow’s descending lips. The slayer’s hands slipped under the hem of Willow’s night shirt, exploring familiar skin in a new way. Willow used one arm to help prop herself over the body beneath her. Her free hand tangled in hair to settle at the back of her best friend’s neck and hold them together.
Breaths were shared and somewhere along the way, positions shifted. Willow found herself on her side looking at Buffy. Their legs a tangled mess, their hips flush and chests heaving together. Shirts were also discarded, but Willow couldn’t care enough to figure out the when, why and how. She focused on Buffy. The look in the darkened hazel eyes and the puffy lips.
Her sleep shorts rubbed uncomfortably against sensitive skin and stuck where her arousal had seeped through the thin cotton of her panties.
She searched Buffy’s features for assurance. She got hesitation instead, “We won’t be able to take this back,” Buffy whispered.
She was surprised when the hand at her hip trailed up her exposed flank and around to cup her right breast. The words caught in her throat as Buffy toyed with her hardened nipple. The witch closed her eyes and bit her cheek, trying to get her emotions under control. “I love you,” she whimpered in failure.
The hand toying with her breast stilled and she felt Buffy run her hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face. Tentatively, she opened her eyes as the feel of Buffy neared. She stared back into her friend’s and nearly lost her battle with the tears threatening when Buffy whispered back, “I know. I love you too.”
The slayer pecked the tip of Willow’s nose then her top lip and the corner of her mouth. “I just needed to say that out loud so you know. I don’t want to take this back.”
Willow’s smile lit up the room. Buffy said exactly what she needed to hear before her shorts joined her shirt, wherever her shirt went to.
