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On Occasion; In a Living Room

    It was after a brief snowball fight; that had demonstrated the truth behind the phrase 'Mutually Assured Destruction' that lead to the events hereafter known between the two as 'Living Room Lovin' on that particular Christmas day.

    "I cannot believe you played such a mean trick on me Willow." Buffy said stepping out of the shower.

    The redhead in question was standing in front of the mirror, her hair wrapped up in a towel, her body likewise, much to the Slayer's disappointment.

    Without turning around Willow responded to Buffy's complaints. "Why not?" She asked. "You've got all those ..Slayer thingies going for you so the only way I could get a guaranteed hit in was by shoving the snowball down the back of your shirt."

    "I wasn't talking about that Will." Buffy said getting her own towel. She shook out her hair, being mindful not to accidentally whip the redhead with it.

    'She might enjoy it.' Buffy thought. ' Or I might. Ooh. Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts!'

    "So what was so unfair then?" She didn't turn around fast enough to get more than a glimpse as the Blonde wrapped her body in a fluffy white towel. 'Well, we'll see how long that lasts.' The redhead mused. 'Sheesh, sex, sex, sex, sex…is that all I think about?……..Yup.'

    "I'm referring to when, as I was trying to prevent the snow from sliding down the crack of my ass, you shaking the tree branch dumping a bunch of more snow on me."

    "The…hum..er..do..Buffy," Willow reached out and put her hand on the bare shoulder of the Slayer turning her around. Placing her other hand on Buffy's other shoulder she stepped dangerously close. "Do you have any idea how many innuendoes you're leaving yourself open too?"

    "Hmmmm." Buffy smiled back, with exaggerated gestures she coyly put a finger to her pursed lips. "I dunno. Maybe I'm doing it on purpose?" She raised her own arms to snare the redhead's waist. Eyes closed their faces moved together to heal the playful rift with that end all, be all, of cures.

    Oddly enough, nothing interrupted them.

    For a while.

    As soft lips nibbled at each other and fingers strayed closer and closer to risky territory, as blood pressures rose and pulse rates accelerated, as hearts began to pound and breath began to rasp, as tongues did play and desires rose while as mental capabilities plummeted; that's when fate played a dirty card.

    "Buffy? Willow? Hot chocolates ready!" Joyce Summers shouted up the stairs.

    Buffy sighed pulling away from Willow.  'Just as well,' The Slayer thought to herself. 'We were really losing it. Though, if it were an option I wouldn't want to lose it, I'd happily throw it out the window.' Her eyes still closed Willow tried to follow Buffy, her lips still seeking out just a few seconds longer of purchase.

    Buffy intercepted the move with two fingers gently pressed against the wiccan's lips; it was supposed to be an attempt to let Willow down gently, but when Willow's lips themselves eased over the offered fingers and began gently nursing on the digits, Buffy's knees nearly buckled.

    "Oh..christ. Willow!" The gasp escaped unbidden "C'mon lover..we gotta stop."

    Releasing the fingers from their sweet, sweet, confinement Willow momentarily pouted. "Say that again." She whimpered.

    "Say what?" Buffy asked confused.

    "Your eyebrows scrunch up in the cutest way." Willow exclaimed completely off topic.  She shook her head briefly. "Say it again." She whined. "Call me that again. Please?" She assaulted Buffy with her puppy dog look. Green eyes shrouded by half her eyelids, bending over just a teensy bit so she could peer forlornly up at her blonde counterpart.

    Buffy got it.

    She smiled, a slow, small, sexy smile with just the right amount of light in her eyes. Shimmering, moving, light danced saying 'come to me, I'll make everything worthwhile.' Her lips said a different message but one no less welcome.

    "Lover." Buffy whispered. "Lover mine, we have go. Mommy's calling lover mine."

    Willow's eyes slowly closed and a slight hum echoed from the back of her throat. She slid her arms around the Slayer's waist as the blonde, in turn, embrace her. "Lover?" She squeaked.

    "You betcha." Buffy replied with a small laugh. "Best one yet, and your rating on bestedness has nothing to do with not being currrrsseeed." She drawled.

    "Currssseeed?" Willow giggled. "Speakensie good english?"

    "Yah. Fer sure." Buffy replied with an exaggerated 'valley girl' accent.

    The sexual tension between the two diminished to bearable levels from the humor and it was with only passing reluctance that they finished drying off with the occasional caress and not the fevered contact so desperately wanted moments before.

    "Girls? The chocolate is getting cold!" Joyce called again.

    "Second Mom!" Buffy hollered back. "Not less you want us cavorting about naked or anything."

    Joyce didn't rise to the bait.

    "Cavorting?" Willow questioned again with a raised eyebrow.

    "Yes. We cavort. I seek nothing but a thorough cavorting as soon as possible." Buffy grinned.

    "A cavort eh?" Willow donned a yellow and red 'SunnyDale High' sweatshirt. 'The night cannot get here soon enough.' Willow thought.

    "Massive cavorts" Buffy nodded putting on her own T-shirt. 'The night cannot get here soon enough.' Buffy thought.

***

    The two young women, wrapped in fuzzy blankets, were sitting on the sofa. The living room table itself was decked with the remains of wrapping paper and half empty mugs of tepid chocolate.

    Willow was stretched across the entire length of the sofa while Buffy was reclining against Willow's belly. Most of her weights was resting on her arms which were spread on the back of the sofa so Willow's wasn't too uncomfortable.

    Joyce herself had just returned from the kitchen after zapping her own mug of chocolate in the microwave. She sat down in the easy chair that was angled just right so unless she turned her head, she couldn't see the sofa.

    All three ladies were paying rapt attention to the television, three sets of eyes paid absolute attention as a young lad, in the role of 'Tiny Tim' leapt about the room hollering 'God bless us, every one.' every few seconds.

    Correction. Two sets of eyes were paying attention. One, those green in colors were paying more attention to the blonde before her. Mischief glinted in her vision and the beginning of an idea, part love, part lust and a good helping of 'payback' as well.

    'Why not?' The redhead decided. 'Turnabout is fair play but it's Christmas. If you believe in Christmas and..no, I have to fit in.. and..oh that's right! Christmas! Tis better to give than receive. Great! I'm such a giver. I like being generous!'

    As Ebenezer Scrooge raised a toast on the television, and no one was paying attention to her in the slightest, the redhead stealthily moved a hand under her blanket, under the border of the blondes own fuzzy wrapping and slowly ran the tip of one finger along the curved, tone, flesh she found under there.

    The blonde didn't even twitch, exhibiting far too much self control for such a give away. Willow's finger, just the middle one, the very tip of it, continually eased around and around the same area, the same curve of skin. It took a few minutes of attention but finally a reaction was seen. Buffy stretched lazily, arms above her head with a somewhat exaggerated yawn. Then she eased herself back and lay down so she was, in a friendly way, now spooned by Willow's reclining form.

    Their bodies were still several inches apart, anyone who walked in would not have been to surprised, two women merely being..comfy. Under the blankets..that was different. 

    Willow had not lost contact with the Slayer as she lay down, in fact, now that she was lying on her side. She moved the flat of her palm over the smooth, warm, skin. Wrapping her fingers over the curve of one of Buffy's cheeks.

    "Sssss..." Buffy hissed. She didn't turn around but quietly whispered. "Willow, what are you doing?"

    Supporting her head with one hand, in turn supported by her elbow Willow smiled over Buffy's shoulder, still pretending to watch the television. Under the covers she was sliding her fingertips along the curves that lead inward, up along thighs and then back out again. She could feel Buffy's flesh beginning to get goose bumpy in an instinctual desire to feel, experience more.

    "Remember the Bronze?" Willow whispered with just enough volume to carry her words to the Slayers ears mere inches away and no more.

    "I'm positive I didn't hear that right." Buffy had to clench her teeth at the feelings bouncing around in her skull. 'She wouldn't!'

    "I said," Willow whispered again, "Remember the Bronze?" She dipped her head quickly and gave a mini-nip to Buffy's earlobe.

    "I..barely remember my last name." Buffy hissed.

    'I'mintrouble!' She decided at that very second. 'I..like trouble.'

    Unseen by anyone, Buffy's hand dangling of the edge of the sofa curled into claws and began digging into the carpeting.

    "Payback's a bitch." Willow smiled. Her fingertips were now gracing the area where the beginning of the blondes panties began. Dancing along the edge of material and skin, lower..and lower along the line of clothing.

    Joyce Summers was flipping the channels. 'A Christmas Tale' was over.

    "Oh look, they're showing 'How The Grinch Stole Christmas.' Should I leave it here girls?" She asked without turning around.

    "Yuppers." Willow exclaimed loudly. "Gotta love that Grinch, and those no nonsense Who's down in Whos-ville."

    "Who's..who?" Buffy stuttered. Willow had bent one knee urging the Slayer to do the same, and she had. This gave Willow more....space.

    Her fingers had eased under the line of Buffy's panties but she didn't press the issue. Being content to just move the tips of her fingers up..and down..along the same stretch of previously covered flesh over and over again. Still along the same curve and never too close to Buffy's arousal. Buffy wasn't aware of it but she was pressing back against Willow's legs with her own. The redhead could feel the tension in the Slayer's muscles; a sure sign of Buffy arousal.

    Nudging the back of the blonde's knees one last time gave her space enough to move her hand freely. She was laying on her side, Buffy was, one hand still sunk into the plush carpeting. Her breathing seemed slow and even, nothing irregular there but underneath the covers her legs were twitching.

    'Okay, here we go.' Willow thought to herself. 'I can't ..no, enough can't believing stuff. I can believe I'm doing this, I just hope we don't get caught. Something is very wrong with me...' She slid her hand under the material that covered Buffy and moved one finger along her lips. Buffy yanked her hand to her mouth and bit down on her finger. Her eyes were squeezed shut and Willow wasn't sure she heard the faint whimpers that Buffy was swallowing down, or merely just her imagination. 'On the other hand, something is possibly very right.' Willow thought moving her fingers, two now, between Buffy's lips, tip top to bottom.

    A slight tremor rumbled across the Slayer's body. 'Jesus!' Her mind screamed. 'She's doing this, Willow is actually doing this right here in front of...ah...aH...ah..bite down bite down! in front..of my mother.'

Capabilities for thought were washed away as a fresh spasm of pleasure drowned her mind. Willow had pressed three fingers, gently but firmly at the top of Buffy's lips. Around, on and beside her clitoris. She was moving the fingers in a slow, easy, circle.

    'Cre..created a monster!' Buffy's drowning mind choked out before being submerged once more.

    The television blared loudly through the room. One woman was watching silently, another was not, but being silent, the third wasn't watching it either and trying very, very hard to remain silent.

    Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
    Was singing! Without any presents at all!
    He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
    IT CAME!
    Somehow or other, it came just the same!

    'Not yet.' Willow thought sliding her wet fingers together, feeling how drenched her entire hand had become. 'But pretty soon now.'

    "Mrs. Summers?" Willow spoke up. Buffy gave a giant jerk in surprise but Willow kept sliding her fingers along, she moved her entire hand into the crotch of Buffy's panties and flicked her thumb along Buffy's clit briefly. The Slayer didn't budge. "Can I get some more hot chocolate?"

    "Sure Willow." Joyce stood up and moved for the kitchen.

    "Now." Willow whispered and began nibbling on Buffy's ear while slowly sliding a single finger inside, her thumb still dancing it's merry rhythm. Buffy's back arched and Willow had to wrap her free arm around the Slayers shoulders to keep her on the sofa. Buffy's hands grabbed Willow's arms and squeezed!

    "Quickly...quietly." Willow broke off nibbling for a second before going right back at it.

    "Nnnnnnnn...." Buffy began to whine.

    "It came without ribbons! It came without tags!" The Grinch on the television puzzled.

    "N..no..ribbons." Buffy gasped.

    "It came without packages, boxes or bags!"

    "packages..boxes....bad..." Buffy groaned, whipping her head back and forth under her lover's touch.

    "Maybe Christmas," The Grinch thought, "doesn't come from a store."

    "Coming! Willow...coming!" Buffy squeaked around lips clenched together. It was that or sink her teeth into Willow's arm. Her legs snapped together around Willow's fingers and a massive shudder swept along her body that nearly knocked Willow off. The redhead desperately flung a leg around the Slayers own in an effort to prevent the two of them from being dragged off the sofa.

    Buffy's body shuddered violently once..then held still, only the trembling of her lips and the rhythmic pressure around Willow's finger were any indication of life. Another shudder, Willow hung on for dear life, then a third and finally Buffy took a deep breath of air and relaxed.

    "...oh.....God." Buffy whispered. She was coming down; Willow, moving very slowly so as to prolong the pleasure, began murmuring sweet nothings in her lover's ear.  "Shhh...." She whispered. "Relax... Come back...c'mon. I love you you know that, don't you?"

    Another shaky sigh and a lazy nod of her blonde head was the only answer Willow received.

    Slower her fingers moved...slower...in time with the Slayer's breathing, which itself was getting deeper, slower...more gentle...more relaxed. Finally it hit a low point, with even breaths that told Willow everything she wanted to know. Buffy was asleep.

     Willow gently pried Buffy's legs apart with her free hand and eased the other one free of Buffy's panties. Smiling to herself she kissed the back of Buffy's neck and pulled her closer as the blonde instinctively snuggled.

    Joyce Summers walked back into the room with a tray on which rested three fresh cups of cocoa.

    "Oh rats." She said staring at the closing credits of 'The Grinch Who Stole Christmas'. "Did I miss the end of the show?"

***

    Buffy had fallen asleep and Willow begged off from getting the new chocolate drink by pointing out that doing so might wake Buffy up.  Joyce was a bit grudging when it came to conceding the point as meant two whole mugs of cocoa were going to go to waste but gave ground eventually.

    Some time passed. Television was watched, a Slayer did snooze and Willow obtrusively let her hand dry. No one was really paying attention, just enjoying the warmth of a home, surrounded by snow, in the late afternoon of Christmas Day.

    'This is nice.' Willow thought staring down at the slumbering blonde. 'Really nice and homey. Young lesbian lovers on Christmas Day. It's a painting Rockwell forgot to paint.' She snuck a look at Joyce who, she was surprised too see, had also fallen into a light sleep.

    'I wish night would get here.' Willow mentally grumbled. She ground her legs together in a vain effort to relieve a bit of the 'itch'. 'I'm getting kinda antsy.'

    The shrill screech of the telephone jarred those within from their picturesque rest. Well, most of them. Willow jerked a bit and Joyce blinked a few times before getting up to answer it. Buffy herself rolled over a bit and snuggled closer to Willow mumbling "I'll take another serving please. From the breast, I like white meat."

    'My hair is going to catch fire any minute now.' Willow thought. She could feel her legs beginning to tremble under the blankets. Raw need was screaming in the deeper parts of her mind, instinct ready to pounce and swallow up rationale whole.

    "Buffy, Willow," Joyce said reentering the living room. She took one look at the scene before her, her daughter fast asleep, cuddled up next to her best friend. Two sets of bare feet poking out the bottom of the blankets. Willow glanced up and caught Joyce staring at them. She did the only thing she could.

    'If this doesn't work we are so busted.' She thought wildly. Attempting to give a smile, that she was sure looked more than slightly crazed, she shrugged helplessly. Joyce apparently accepted it and put her fingers over her lips. She crossed the room silently.

    "That was a friend of mine in LA." Joyce stage whispered. "She's invited me up for a Christmas Party. Will you girls be okay for the night?"

    "Heh." Willow giggled..or tried too. "Oh sure, sure I mean, what's not to be fine about? I've got her, she's got me, no that came out wrong what I meant to say is that we have each other no that doesn't work. Yes! We'll be fine Mrs. Summers thank you for asking." She paused.  "How are you?"

    Joyce nodded slowly. 'I'm missing something here. I just know it.' "I'm fine..Willow. I'll see you two girls tomorrow."

    "Yes! Tomorrow!" Willow nodded firmly. "As in, not today."

    "Willow?"

    "Yes Mrs. Summers?"

    "Less sugar intake."

    "Yes Mrs. Summers."

    The older woman smiled at ruffled the redhead's hair for a second. "Take care of my little girl." She smiled.

    Willow's eyes nearly popped clean out their sockets. "She's not li..yes ma'am." Willow nodded. "We'll be good."

    'Liar, liar pants of fire.' Her mind sang. 'It's for a good cause!' She argued back.

    'Nose is as long as a telephone wire.' It persisted. 'Ooo. I'm bad! I'm a bad, bad girl. I'm a bad, bad, horny..er..no. Oh..yikes!'

    "Willow are you alright?"

    "Yep, yessiree, fine, right as rain..uh...comfortable even." Willow paused again. "How are you?" She repeated before she could catch it.

    "I meant it about the sugar." Joyce said standing back up.

    "Sorry."

    "Tell Buffy where I went when she wakes up okay?" Joyce called over her shoulder. She grabbed her coat of the hook and slipped it over her shoulders. "You two look cute together." She said smiling at the girls on the sofa.

    'You are about to die.' Willow's mind calmly informed her. Oddly enough, with her apparent destiny so clear she found herself at peace, and capable of actual thought.

    "Whole best friend thing right Mrs. Summers?" She said easily.

    "Something like that." Joyce picked up her purse. "You two just seem to go well together, like..."

    "Chocolate sauce and ice cream?" Willow interrupted. 'Now you really ARE going to die.' Her brain piped up.

    "I was..thinking more along the lines of Abbot and Costello." Joyce says slowly.

    "But..but neither of us are fat!" Willow protested. She pulled her blanket up and peeked underneath quickly. "I'm not fat! Am I?"

    Shaking her head slightly, but still smiling, Joyce said, "Bye Willow."

    "Bye Mrs. Summers." Willow replied as the front door closed with a quiet click.

***

    The door shut, and Buffy didn't move.

    Outside the engine of the Summers truck snarled to life and Buffy didn't move.

    The television commercials sang their Christmas jingles as the sound of the truck faded away in the distance and still Buffy didn't move.

    Willow lay her head on the Slayer's shoulder and peacefully watched the TV for about five minutes, then Buffy moved.

    Exploding off the sofa she had scooped Willow up and flung the startled redhead over her shoulder. Willow's sweatshirt slid up so her panty covered ass was high in the air before the wiccan knew what the hell was going on.

    "Buffy!? What? Where?" Willow gasped.

    "You are in so much trouble witch girl." Buffy growled standing tall in the living room. Only the long edge of her T-Shirt provided any modesty. If the living room curtains hadn't been closed, anyone walking by would have gotten a good look at what appeared to be FemWrestleFest Five-Thousand.

    "Trouble?" Willow squeaked. "Me? Why? What I do?" All the blood was rushing to her head and the Slayer's shoulder was digging into her pelvis in a way that was not all compactly uncomfortable.

    "Oh you know why." Buffy grred, slapping the redhead's asscheek playfully. "Now it's my turn."

    "But..but.." Willow yelped, the Slayer gave a short hop on the balls of her feet, "Ah! But..that was for the Bronze, turnabout, fair play, stuff...revenge dish served cold, y'know? Hot your case though, dish..serving..hotting..thing."

    "Right." Buffy agreed breezing across the room with her payload so she stood in front of the armchair her mother had so recently vacated. "So now it's my turn for revenge." With that said she unceremoniously, but carefully, dumped the Willow into the chair. Willow looked up with a very worried expression on the scowling features of her lover.

    "I..I was only..." She hiccupped.

    Buffy slowly pushed the back of the chair down so the recliner foot stool popped up lifting Willow's feet.

    "I know." Buffy said quietly. "And you did. Boy did you ever! But now I wanna play."

    "Play?" Willow instantly relaxed a bit. She had thought she really had messed up. "So..so I didn't do anything wrong?"

    "Depends on your definition of wrong Will." Buffy smirked. "And right. That was very right though."

    "So you're gonna play now?" Willow bubbled, stark relief was plainly evident on her face until she got another good look at the sly glare Buffy was leveling at her.

    "Not...exactly." The Slayer smiled evilly.

    "Uh..."

    "I want to watch." Buffy whispered.

    "Watch? TV?" Willow was confused.

    "Noooo.." Buffy drawled out and leaned over the armrest slowly, her T-shit slipped forward giving Willow quite a view. The blondes lips were mere inches from Willow's ear. "No." She whispered. "I want to watch you."

    "Watch...me?" Willow's lips began to tremble as her mind stubbornly refused to understand what Buffy was referring too. "Watch me what?"

    "Play." Buffy licked the tip of Willow's ear.

    Bing!

    "Ohnononononononono." It was only Buffy's attentions and her soft hand on Willow's thigh that kept the redhead from lurching out of the chair and clear across the room.

    "No way, uh uh, not gonna do that, gotta be joking, must be joking tell me you're joking?" She begged.

    "Sshhhh shhh..." Buffy hushed stroking the hair on Willow's head. "Wigging out, not worth it Will. Am I asking too much?"

    "Ohhh...Oooo..You....errr.." Willow fumed. She shook a finger in the Slayer's face.  "You betcha!"

    A finger which Buffy immediately wrapped her lips around and eased into her mouth all the way to it's base. A warm 'hummmmm' purred from the back of her throat. Now it was Willow's turn to nearly buckle. If she hadn't already been sitting, she would fallen over.

    Nursing on Willow's finger for a short, short minute Buffy slid her lips back up it's length, dragging her teeth softly the entire way. "You like?" She hummed in Willow's ear.

    "Urk!" Willow's jaw hung free.

    "You're so beautiful Willow." Buffy whispered, she spread apart Willow's fingers taking the tip of a different one in between each sentence for a short nip with her teeth.

    "...sensual.."

    Bite.

    "..exotic.."

    Bite.

    "...I wanna see you baby...

    Bite.

    "...All of you..."

    This time Buffy took Willow's pinky and ran her lips along it's sides, smooth...slow..down.....and back. Stopping Buffy put Willow's hand to her own chest, over the Slayer's heart while looking at the redhead with puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

    "But..but.." Willow gaped. "I never..uhm..I mean.."

    "Never?" Buffy questioned. "Honestly? Truly?"

    Willow squirmed in her seat, the need was still chomping at the bits but this was awkward, so awkward she could feel it beginning to weaken.

    "Well..not often." She admitted.

    Willow's heart was pounding in her chest, it felt like it was pounding in her throat. She swallowed, swallowed again. Nope, still couldn't breathe. Averting her eyes from Buffy's big blue..shimmery...ones she studied her lap.

    "O..okay." She said. "You can...er..I'll..." She waved her hand in the air nonsensically. "Play."

    'OhmyGod!' Willow's mind was drowning in panic. 'I'm gonna do this? I can't do this, I can barely speak in public and now I'm..but..I love her ..she loves me..still..oh..'

    Trying to keep herself from trembling outwardly Willow slowly picked her hands up and placed them on her thighs. The sensation didn't feel too good, her palms were clammy and cold. Despite the heat pervading the room from the fire her toes felt like ice. She couldn't make herself look Buffy in the eye as she sat there.

    For a few seconds Willow didn't move. She could feel Buffy's presence just out of sight yet, for the first time in a long while this brought no comfort.

    "Buffy...I.." She said quietly.

    "You don't have too." Buffy replied.

    Buffy was not a stupid person. She had eyes and she knew Willow very well. 'She can't do this.' Her mind had begun to insist. 'This wasn't a good idea and it could blow up in your face.'

    She had felt the waves of anxiety that were pouring off the redhead like a tide and had already decided to stop this no longer fun game, before Willow had said anything..

    At hearing Buffy 'release' her Willow slumped back into her chair. 'I feel so stupid.' She mentally griped. 'It's not like we haven't ..and she hasn't...seen me. That ..there isn't .. I hate my brain. I can't even think it.' A hint of rebellious spirit in her mind flashed a fang. 'We've made love! We..we've 'gone down' on each other. We've had SEX! We've...we've even fucked!!'

    That mental admittance completely bypassed Willow's common sense gland and headed right for her mouth. Sitting bolt upright in her chair Willow blurted out, "Buffy we've fucked right?"

    Buffy blinked a few times. "Uh...technically...yes. Though I prefer the more...refined term of lovemaking."

    "Oh me too." Willow nodded. "Yay loving making word. Boo fucking term. I just needed to hear it. I mean..you know..to be sure."

    Shaking her head slightly but still adoring Willow's behavior, Buffy climbed into the big easy chair beside the redhead; Willow scooted over to make room for her lover. The Slayer curled up next to the witch, reaching up Buffy began stroking Willow's short, red, hair.

    "Well baby," She crooned softly in Willow's ear. "We've made love, we've screwed, done the nasty..."

    "It wasn't nasty." Willow protested. "It's far from nasty. So far from nasty light from Nasty won't ever reach it..us..whatever."

    Buffy chuckled.  "We've even pelvis danced." She was trailing her fingers along Willow's hairline, following the contour from the temple, back, behind the redhead's ears, feather light touches along it's rim, before moving to lightly stroke the back of the witches neck.

    "Some could argue," Buffy continued. "That we've also boffed."

    "Boffed." Willow giggled.

    "Close your eyes." Buffy murmured. She left a line of lingering kisses from Willow's chin up to her ear. Willow closed her eyes. Easing her hands down the redhead's sides she grabbed the waistline of Willow's panties. "Upsy daisy" Buffy said.

    Lifting herself off the chair for a second Willow allowed the Slayer to slide down the last bit of clothing she had on, save her oversized Sunnydale sweatshirt. Willow sank back onto the love seat, 'Love seat.' Her mind sang. 'If only they knew.'

    Hooking one arm under Willow's knee's and the other behind her shoulders Buffy lifted the redhead briefly, scooted to the center of the chair and set the wiccan down on her lap. "There." She said from her position right behind the redhead's shoulder. "Comfy?"

    "Mmmmm..." Willow purred, her head falling back to lean against the Slayer's own. "Very."

    The cold that had plagued her was gone now, expunged from the blazing fire that was her lover. A fire that, coincidentally, was fueling some others within herself at the same time.

    Her legs rested on top of Buffy's, her back to the Slayer's front, a perfect meshing of two people. Front to back, bottom to the other's top. "Give me your hands baby." Buffy urged. "Hold them up for me."

    Willow complied and Buffy rested her own hand on top of Willow's own, perfectly even. Pushing slightly she guided Willow's hands to rest atop her own thighs being very careful it was only Willow's fingers actually touching her own flesh.

    Guiding Willow's hands with her own she slid the redhead's own fingertips over her own thighs. Down, back, smooth and warm slow and above all, patient. Willow crooned, still resting her head on the Slayer's shoulder she purred, whimpered and giggled as the seeping heat strung along her nerves.

    "Haaaa..." She sighed. "So warm now."

    "Warm is good." Buffy replied. "Warm and loving eh?"

    "Loving, could go for loving all day." Willow mumbled.

    "We have all day. All day, all night. All Christmas."

    "All Chanakah would be better." Willow smiled, eyes still shut. "Eight whole days y'know."

    "Sheesh. You're insatiable!" Buffy kissed the back of Willow's neck.

    "You'll satiate me...someday." Willow laughed quietly. "Nuff talking, satiating needed."

    "Cavorting?" Buffy whispered in a naughty voice.

    "Cavort me baby." Willow replied.

    "Bad girl." Buffy laughed.

    "Darn tootin'." Willow whispered.

    The blonde resumed guiding the redhead's fingers over her own, now burning, skin. She was waiting, the blonde was, moving the fingers of her love over and over, down and back, up and over, again and again. She was waiting, and she was patient. She could wait, she would wait for...

    As her guided ministrations ran Willow's fingers nearer and nearer to her own waist the witch's legs twitched. That was what Buffy had been waiting for. Not ceasing the movements of her hands Buffy slowly spread her legs, Willow's own, resting atop the Slayers, moved along in agreement. Buffy guided Willow's own hands to the inside of her own thighs, tracing, touching, sliding closer and nearer to the redhead's lips before moving away again.

    Willow's murmurs of pleasure were beginning to take a turn toward the frustrated.

    "Nooo." She whined as Buffy's hands forced her own away yet again. Then her breath caught in her throat as again the touches came moving back up along the inside; when, at the last second, they veered aside, up over her thighs, to her waist and over her belly she protested with a quiet wail.

    "You... big meanie!" She whispered pouting with her eyes still shut.

    Buffy said nothing just moving Willow's hands back down in the direction the redhead most wanted to go. Again she forced Willow to move around and over to the insides of her thighs. Willow groaned slightly but said nothing. Buffy could feel Willow's hands trying to pull away, to pull up where Willow wanted and not follow the course set by the Slayer's demands. She gave way grudgingly, slowly....sloooowwwllyyy..allowing Willow to pull Buffy's hands for a change where the redhead desired.  She didn't stop the redhead, but did slow her down.

    "Oh." Willow said as their joined hands moved ever, and ever closer. "Oh....oh..." each time in a higher pitched voice.

    Her own fingers touched her and the great yelp of pleasure burst from between her lips shattering the stillness of the afternoon, though neither of them cared, or noticed. Willow's back arched just a bit and her lips opened and shut in silent response. Feeling had overridden everything in her mind, feeling and need.

    She moved her fingers slowly, around, along, within, and without. From the top to the bottom and back again. She could feel her heartbeat again, now it was racing and hungry. Need was hungry and in time with her heady desire Willow pleasured herself. Because she was not even aware that Buffy had removed her own hands from atop of Willow's. She wasn't aware that Buffy was now embracing her from behind, one arm pulling the redhead's head back so she could whisper encouragement into her lover's ear. The other had pulled the wiccan's sweatshirt up and Buffy was caressing, gently kneading Willow's right breast.

    "Don't hold it in." Buffy whispered. "C'mon baby. Feel it. C'mon."

    Willow was pressing back against Buffy, then would arch away only to push back again.

    "Nnnn....Mmmm..." Willow gasped out between open lips. Her pelvis hunching forward to meet her own touch. Buffy began nuzzling the redhead's neck while always, always whispering.

    "That's it...go ..go on..."

    "Uh huh." Willow nodded. "Uh huh..uh huh...mmm..." Again she arched away from the Slayer's back but into her caressing hands. Buffy moved her other hand down Willow's body so she now was lovingly stroking both of the redhead's breasts.

    A sheen of perspiration had smoothed Willow's bangs to her forehead and she still hadn't opened her eyes since Buffy had told her to close them. Still resting on the blonde's shoulder she was lost in her own world, oblivious to everything except what was happening. Buffy released Willow's right breast and moved her hand down over the pale, smooth skin of the redhead's belly, she slid her own fingers over Willow's once more, if the witch noticed she gave no sign, almost instantly Buffy's hand was coated with the redhead's arousal. She could feel Willow's fingers gently massaging her clitoris, trying so hard for that one final push, the break, that last massive wave that would send her over the edge.

    "Here we go. Hang on tight Will." Buffy whispered and slowly moved her index finger up and into Willow, pushing steadily upward, gently, to stimulate and tease all the right places. Moving in rhythm with Willow's own now even more frantic exertions she eased herself within and without of Willow's sex.

    "Close..." Willow groaned writhing about frantically. "Close close close close close..."

    Buffy smiled to herself, and sped up her touch, her other hand gave a Willow's breast a slight pinch and she turned her face, capturing the redhead's lips with her own for the first time in hours. An event, in lieu of all others, that was long over due.

    As there tongues dueled Buffy felt Willow tighten around her and heard the beginnings of a high keen from the back of her throat. Releasing Willow's tit she cupped the base of the wiccan's head and didn't let her break away from the kiss.

    Breaking the kiss herself Buffy whispered a harsh command into her lover's ear. "Come for me. Go with it, c'mon Will. Come for me!" Before wrapping her tongue again, around the wiccan's.

    "Mmmm..MMm....MMmmmm.." Willow moaned into the Slayer's mouth, again Buffy pulled away. "Nnnnnn......Ah!"

    Willow went ridged. She opened her eyes, but still didn't see anything.

    Willow felt Buffy inside her, felt her squeeze and spasm around the Slayer's welcome finger as she finally came. She felt the Slayer gently pull her own hands away only to get bombarded by fresh sparks adding fuel to the roaring fire inside when Buffy took over. The fingers of her left hand stroking her, the index of the right still buried within.

    "Ah...Buffy..." She keened. "G..ah...Hmmm...hmmm...nn.....aaahh.." She whimpered as the final crest pushed up,

    "...nnnaah..."

    over    

    "...lo..love you..."

    and through.

    Sucking in great breaths of air, her oxygen starved frame trying to restore the status quo.

    "You..." Willow gasped. "You are...evil..Buffy..."

    "I'm happy." The Slayer giggled, still touching and inside her love. "I got to watch."

    Willow wiggled her hips proving a point.

    "Well, mostly watch." Buffy amended.

    "I love you." Willow murmured again resting her head on the Slayer's shoulder. She looks so sleepy, staring at Buffy through half lidded eyes. 'I love her.' Willow's thoughts echoed her spoken sentiments. 'And that is just so freaky yet right. Well.. guess that makes me a freak, yay freakdom!'

    "Mutual expressions of feelings Will." Buffy replied giving the redhead a peck on the forehead. She stopped her caresses and, looking Willow right in the eye the entire time, licked her fingers clean. Willow chuckled quietly and shook her head slightly. "Buzzed here Buffy, seriously, buzzin' and I don't think I could get shocked by anything right now."

    "Spoilsport." Buffy playfully grouched.

    Willow closed her legs and slid in between the slayers still open ones so her butt rested on the chair. Buffy wrapped her legs around Willow's waist while straightening out the sweatshirt she was wearing. They didn't say anything. Just...sat in the chair happy with who they were, where they were, what they had and what they shared.

    Yes, these two, these precious two were perfectly content in the grand scheme of things.

    "Ooo! Charlie Brown Christmas Special!"

    Had Xander Harris walked through the door that very second he would have thought he was in Heaven. Two, practically naked, young attractive women, hand in hand, lovingly dancing around a living room, moving between furniture, opened presents and wrapping paper. Dancing together, dancing as lovers, dancing as one.

    Dancing the Snoopy dance.

    Sometimes the Grand Scheme of Things is rather bizarre.

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