Hey all, back home after visiting the family and thought I'd give you chapter 11 before heading to bed. Holidays are over for me, back to work tomorrow and praying for rain so I can have a lazy day
It also appears that what I thought was going to be a quick bit of fluff has developed into something much larger, which is fine as long as I can rein it in and keep some order, but my naughty characters are running the show at the minute.
A general reply to the feedback if you all don't mind, I'm a bit knackered, too many late nights.
Well, it seems the smut went down ok, but I didn't half blush when I seen that phrase blockquoted, thanks for that one wimpy
Nc-17 mongers. I liked that until I realised I was one of them. I much prefer connoisseur of erotic fiction
Oh, yeah, forgot to say that chapter 11 is for the NC-17 mongers
Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love with an equally shy blonde.
Notes: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fic’s on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.
Chapter 11
At the Summers’ house Willow awoke from a restless sleep on her camp bed. She lay on her side and looked over towards Buffy’s bed.
The blonde was soundly sleeping. Willow wondered how as she listened to her best friend snoring loudly.
It was barely light outside and snoring wasn’t the only thing keeping the red head awake.
Willow’s mind kept returning to the blonde from the library. She again pictured her sitting at the table waiting for the book. She remembered the patience with which she sat. Quiet, and barely moving, except for the intermittent note making, and the turn of a page. She wished she’d been the book being read. ‘Those fingers stroking and caressing the pages’, she thought with a lazy smile. ‘Or even the pen, being held gently, but controlled, by that hand.’
She focused on the memory of the girl’s mouth. Soft full lips that invited contact, white teeth that hid a space that begged for exploration with her tongue…
Willow put a stop to her imagination when a loud snore and snuffle from the sleeping blonde reminded her it was not the right time or place to let her thoughts take her to a more pleasurable place.
Again Willow looked over to where her best friend lay.
She thought again about Buffy’s ‘date’ and felt guilty. Guilty that Buffy was doing this for her, and guilty because she had known who Buffy’s ‘date’ was.
‘Faith’ Buffy had a date with Faith Lehane. Did she think if she had told Buffy all she knew about the librarian Buffy would’ve had second thoughts? Did the name mean so much to her that she would prostitute her best friend? Was she just so shocked at the result of Buffy’s visit to the library that she forgot? Last night she thought so, but now she wasn’t so sure.
She decided to take her friend for lunch later and tell her then. ‘Yeah, Willow, that way, in a public place with witnesses, she won’t be able to kill you!’ her conscience scolded.
Now that Buffy had stopped snoring and she had promised to come clean the redhead yawned and settled back down on her pillow hoping to get a few more hours sleep.
She closed her eyes, smiled and dozed off picturing the blonde with the nice ass.
Willow looked up as a shapely blonde in tight blue jeans walked passed her desk in the library. The redhead practically drooled as the denim slightly stretched and tightened with each step the blonde took. She breathed in, detecting a scent of Hibiscus and Honeysuckle. She looked around, even though she knew the room to be empty, to check that no-one had seen had seen her ogle the blonde.
She looked back in the direction the other girl had gone and found nothing but empty space. Dismayed she dropped her eyes back to the book in front of her and saw an envelope. It had one elegantly written word written on it.
Open.
Again, Willow looked around, still alone she lifted the envelope and brought it to her nose. A faint scent of Hibiscus and Honeysuckle emanated from it. The same scent that remained where the had blonde passed.
Willow’s heartbeat increased, and with a nervous hand she ran a finger under the lightly glued down flap to open the envelope. It contained a note on cream coloured heavy embossed writing paper.
She took the note from its cover and opened the folded paper tracing a finger over its richness.
‘Have you ever read Fear of Flying?’ the note began in a neat hand. ‘Have you ever seen someone and wanted them so badly that it didn’t matter that you didn’t know their name? It didn’t matter if you never knew their name? All that mattered was that you wanted them. Wanted them here. Wanted them now. No names, no questions, no past, no future. Just heat, sweat, fingers, tongues.
I have.
I want you.
Here.
Now.
Willow swallowed hard. Again she looked around. The blonde was near a doorway that led to…Willow didn’t know, and she didn’t care either.
She looked again at the letter and again to the blonde and knew that she felt the same.
She stood and gave the other girl a look that said I want you too. Here. Now.
The blonde turned and entered the place beyond the doorway, Willow quickly followed for fear of losing her.
Hibiscus and Honeysuckle led her way.
The room was dark and warm, but Willow felt no fear. Her senses were heightened and she waited with anticipation.
When she felt warm fingers caress her cheek and moist breath on her throat she moaned knowing it was the blonde.
“My letter, it aroused you?” a sweet and seductive voice asked her.
“Yes, and so did you. Your scent, and your ass in those jeans” Willow freely admitted.
Warm lips made contact with her skin just below her ear, a tongue, moving up bathed her, and teeth nibbled gently on her lobe as an arm wrapped around her pulling her tight to the other body.
The hand that had been caressing her cheek had moved to her hair, fingers pushing through it to massage the back of her neck.
“Is this what you want? Heat, sweat, fingers, tongues?”
The sound drove Willow wild with desire.
“Yes” she cried, surprised at the lust in her voice, “Yes. I want you.”
The lips now moved to her throat and the now shaking redhead felt them quirk into a half smile at her admission.
“And what else do you want?” the blonde asked as she undressed the redhead. About to answer, Willow stopped, as the blonde continued. “My mouth on your breasts? Moving to your nipples so that I can suckle and bite them into hard peaks? My fingers in your wet heat, teasing, stroking, making you scream?”
Willow’s shirt dropped to the floor and she shivered with anticipation.
“Naughty, naughty, no bra” was followed by a throaty chuckle.
“Your mouth. Oh, god, I want…need your mouth” pleaded the normally shy redhead.
“Oh, my, aren’t we impatient” the blonde chastised as she enveloped Willow’s nipple with moist lips, sucking hard and making the redhead gasp in both pleasure and pain.
Willow had stood passively up to this point, but now she needed to reciprocate in some way.
Her hands found their way to the blonde head at her breast and reluctantly lifted it away.
She found the blonde’s mouth with her own. Lips parted allowing the access the redhead wanted. Willow’s tongue traced the full soft lips of the woman who had been controlling her. She tasted lust and need, just like herself this woman needed to be taken. To be released.
Tongues duelled for domination, hands searching for skin and ripping clothing away when it interfered with their goal.
“Your name, tell me your name” Willow breathed heavily as her hands found full rounded breasts.
A loud moan issued from the blonde as a small mouth sought her right nipple, and gently nipping fingertips the other, “I can’t tell you, not yet”
Willow marvelled at the texture of the nipple on her tongue. She savoured the taste of this woman’s body, and wanted more.
She placed both hands on the blonde’s shoulders and gently pushed her backwards until they came to a stop against a wall.
With her back against the wall, the blonde gathered Willow to her, skin against skin, heartbeats in unison. Lifting her leg she settled her thigh on Willow’s hip opening herself to her lover. “I can’t give you my name, but take anything else” she said pushing her hips forward and capturing Willows mouth with her own.
Willow was lost. All logic and reason taking flight leaving only desire.
She could feel wetness on her hip, slicking her skin, driving on her own lust. She pushed forward and ground her body into the blonde.
The blonde bent her standing leg and pulling at Willow the redhead straddled her.
Willow felt her own wetness smearing the blonde’s thigh and she pushed harder against the taught muscle.
She broke the kiss and pressed her face into crook of the blonde’s neck. Her lips found purchase on the sweet skin, sucking, nipping, and marking her mysterious lover with evidence of her passion.
The blonde urged her on with soft cries and whispers. “Yes. Make me yours. Mark me, tell the world I belong to you”
Willow could no longer contain herself. The redhead fell to her knees and lifted the blonde’s leg, letting it come to a rest on her shoulder.
“My lover, my everything” she crooned as she felt the redhead’s hot laboured breath on her stomach and shivered as a tongue lapped at the sweat around her navel.
Strong hands gripped her ass, fingers digging in and kneading the shapely muscles of each buttock.
Willow had left a trail of saliva from the navel to the blonde’s mound, and as she rubbed her face on the soft hair there, her hands travelled past the curve of the blonde’s ass to tease her opening.
A low moaning gave Willow the impetus required to pull one hand away and bring it to the front of the blonde. She looked up and seen her lover’s face awash with desire. Pressing her mouth against her lovers waiting pussy she suckled and licked at her clit. Her hand squeezed at the top blonde’s thigh, and moving her chin slightly she slid two fingers up and into the heat that awaited them. The other hand reached up and grasped the blonde’s squeezing it tightly.
She pushed up as far as she could and held still. When the blonde pushed down, Willow looked up into blue eyes, darkened with desire, and said “No, don’t move. Please. I just want to be still for a minute. I want to feel your heartbeat on my fingers, your need on my tongue” The standing girl nodded, closed her eyes and pushed her heel into Willow’s back as the redheads tongue once again went to her clit.
Willow massaged the tiny muscle, her tongue stiff and smooth, loving the way her lover’s clit moved and felt. The fingers enclosed in warm wet walls were tightly held and a steady beat thrummed within the blonde’s cunt.
“I need to move” the voice breaking with frustration, “Please, I need…I need to be fucked.”
At this Willow sucked hard on the clit and pulled her fingers from their warm home. She entered the blonde again, this time curling her fingers toward herself she stroked a roughened patch within the smooth channel.
The blonde bucked violently against her chin, but Willow was relentless. She felt the tremors begin, her lover’s thighs shaking. Muscles contacted around her fingers, the ripples massaging them, trying to push them out. A gush of wetness dripped down her hand and over her chin, and above her she heard a scream.
She waited a moment, a minute, an hour…she couldn’t be sure…and slowly removed both her mouth and fingers from the place she felt they belonged. The other girl slowly slid to the floor beside the redhead. Willow stared at her, amazed that this woman had given her so much. She smiled and moved forward for a kiss. Tasting herself on her lover’s lips the exhausted blonde felt a rush of need and lust and pushed forward moving over the redhead as she laid them both down on the floor.
Willow moaned as the soft breasts of this insatiable women pressed against her own. She felt a warm thigh between her own and she raised her hips to meet it. It pushed into her and she ground her wetness against the blonde.
The mouth, now at her ear, urged her on. “Yes. That’s it. Ride me. Push your cunt into me” Willow rode harder, her hips lifting off the ground.
The blonde slid her hands under the redhead and cradled her ass. She kneaded the cheeks and pulled the redhead tighter to her. Willow felt her clit rub on the smooth wet thigh of the blonde, she was close, very close to cumming. Willow could feel the stretch in her anus as the blonde pulled her cheeks apart. She was ground down harder on the thigh as her lover guided and controlled her movements.
“Oh, god, yes” she screamed, “Yes, don’t stop, I’m cumm…”
She was falling through space watching stars being born. Bright explosions that hurt her eyes but made her senses sing. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and the beauty of what she had seen and felt made her cry with joy.
“Shush, shush, its ok” a soft voice soothed her and strong arms held her.
She looked up into the face of her lover and heard her name.
“Willow, Willow, wake up”
“Huh!” said a sleepy redhead as she opened her eyes.
“Are you ok? It looked like you were having a nightmare” said a concerned Buffy.
“No, I’m fine, really. Um…did I say anything? I sometimes talk in my sleep” she asked remembering her dream.
“Oh, no, just a lot of moaning and groaning” said Buffy with a smile.
“Good, don’t want to be too much of a spazz…Hey Buff, what say we go out to lunch today? My treat, yes?”
Buffy looked at her bleary-eyed friend, “Sure Will, but something light, yeah? My head and stomach don’t feel too good”
With an understanding smile Willow agreed and suggested two Advil with plenty of water for Buffy’s hangover, and a shower. The blonde nodded and headed to the bathroom to start her road to recovery.
The redhead lay back on her pillow and thought about her dream. The intensity of her liaison with her blonde…her blonde…she smiled at how that felt, she liked the feeling and felt a little sad that it wasn’t true. Her body felt hot from her dream and she could still feel the wetness between her legs.
She could hear Buffy moving around in the bathroom and quickly got out of bed deciding that the best thing was to head back to her dorm for a shower and change of clothes.
Dressing at speed, and thanking all the gods and goddesses that she was wearing jeans, she stuffed her pyjama bottoms and extremely wet underwear in her bag.
It was 10.30am when Buffy came back to the room.
“No shower, Willow?” she queried looking at her dressed and ready to go friend.
“I’m gonna go back the dorm, shower and change there” Willow explained, “Lunch at the Grotto ok? 1.30pm, yeah?
“Suits me” said the blonde in a tone that told Willow her friend was feeling better.
“Ok, then. Catch you later” Willow said as she lifted her bag from the floor and with a wave she left the room.
Forty-five minutes later Willow had reached her dorm room at Stevenson and she quickly emptied her pyjama bottoms and underwear into the laundry basket, shoving them deep under the dirty clothes awaiting washing. ‘Mmm…time for a trip to washer dryer central’.
Taking off her jacket she noticed the red light on the answering machine. The number 2 flashing making her wonder who would have been ringing.
She crossed over to the desk and pressed play.
“You have two new messages” the automated voice announced.
“First new message recorded at 9.00am”
“Hi” the voice of Jenny Calender greeted, “Willow, sorry to ring on a Sunday, can you come in at 4pm tomorrow. I know we said 5pm, but, we’re pretty much swamped here, so I was hoping you could start a little earlier. Let me know asap, thanks, and bye”
“Second new message recorded at 9.50am”
Willow heard what sounded like a door being knocked loudly, and then the phone being hung up.
She played the second message again, listening carefully to see if she could hear anything else. When hearing only the knocking sound, Willow shrugged her shoulders and erased the messages.
She rang Jenny and confirmed that she could come at 4pm and that she was looking forward to starting work.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes, the busy redhead grabbed the laundry basket and her book and headed to the first floor laundry room.
At 1.15pm she returned to her room with a large pile of clean clothes and an almost finished book on the Salem Witch Trials.
Leaving the clothes on her bed and the book back on her desk, she found her keys and wallet and made her way to the Grotto to meet Buffy.
For the first time in two days the blonde from the library was not uppermost in Willow’s busy brain, Buffy was. Or, rather, Buffy’s date with Faith. Willow wasn’t quite sure what to say about Faith. Granted, the brunette was as hot as hell, but Buffy wouldn’t be consoled by that. Should she tell Buffy that Faith hit on practically every girl who had ever borrowed a book? And, had dated almost all who had fallen for her line of chat. ‘Except me’ she thought with pride. ‘Yeah’ said the mocking voice of her insecurity, ‘cos you’re chicken’
“Shut up, you” she said aloud eliciting a strange look from a passing student.
Willow reached the student eatery at 1.25pm to see a surprisingly early Buffy waiting for her looking every inch the Californian girl in a pair of sunglasses.
“Hey, Buffy, you’re early, why the shades?”
“Bright light, headache, not a good combination, plus they look cool” she stated simply. “Ready to eat?”
With a nod the redhead opened the door and they both went in.
Moving along the food line, Buffy grimaced at the contents of the trays, “I think I’ll just have a salad and some water” she said with a shudder at the thought of eating anything else.
“Me too” said Willow looking equally queasy.
Taking their trays they sat at a table near the window. Buffy, taking off her glasses, sat with her back to the glass to minimise aggravating her headache.
“You know, if I didn’t know better I’d swear I had more than three beers. Look at me I’m a lightweight” she laughed.
“If you’re gonna go out with Faith you better get used to drinking” said Willow a little too quickly for her own good.
“Go out with who, Willow?” she said narrowing her eyes “You know her?” Willow said nothing but nodded.
“Well of course you do book gal, you probably know every librarian on campus, on first name terms I bet” said Buffy her voice tinged with anger “Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?
“I don’t know… at first I was just so shocked by you dating a girl, then I was shocked by the fact you were dating a girl before I was, and you know, you were all with the falling asleep, and then Dawn came home and she totally didn’t believe the burritos lie, you know she’s pretty smart Buffy, I almost didn’t beat her in that first game of chess we played. She always led with her kni…”
“Willow, stop, please stop” Buffy said holding up her hand, palm towards her friend, “its ok, really, my bad. Hangover, I apologise. So tell me about my date, and why haven’t I met her before?”
“Well” the redhead began, “her full name is Faith Lehane, and she started work at the campus library two months ago. You haven’t been to the library for a while Buff, plus she mostly works evenings and Saturdays.”
“Fair point” conceded the blonde.
Willow went on to tell Buffy everything she knew about Faith, including being hit on by her one evening.
“She hit on you, you never said” stated an incredulous blonde.
“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t interested, I swear”
Buffy raised an eyebrow and said, “Yeah, right, a totally hot girl hits on you and you weren’t interested”.
“Not even a little?” the blonde asked.
Willow coloured slightly and admitted to Buffy and to herself “Maybe a little”
Again Buffy was told that she didn’t have to go through with the date, that it would be ok with Willow if she backed out now that she knew more about the brunette.
“No, Willow its fine, I’ll go on a date with Faith, the…how did you describe her again…oh yeah…the cleavagey slut bomb. You know Willow, I think you’re jealous” she teased, laughing as Willow choked on a mouthful of salad.
“Would you come with me tonight to the Bronze?” she asked Willow, “I’m kinda nervous”
“I don’t know Buffy, threesomes ain’t my thing” she said laughing, “Yes I’ll go with you” she added seriously. Now, more importantly, shall we have the liquidy mud that passes for coffee here, or do we go to the pump and get sugared up on mocha’s?”
“You even have to ask” said Buffy pushing her plate away and finishing her water.
Sunday afternoon found the espresso pump busy, and after a long wait in line Buffy and Willow managed to get a table. Sitting on high stools, they talked about later, and what was expected of Buffy in relation to her date. Buffy admitted that Faith’s attitude had scared her more than a little. The ‘my tongue, your mouth’ comment had Buffy freaked. She told Willow that she wasn’t freaked because she thought it might happen, but because she thought she might like it to happen.
“Oh my god, Buffy, are you coming out to me?” squeaked Willow
“No” Buffy said quietly,” but, you know, since you did, I’ve been curious. Thinking things like does gender really matter if you connect with someone in a certain way? I’ve never really thought about it before, always did the guy thing, and look at how that worked out. There was Angel, remember him, liked to sleep all day and party all night” Willow nodded remembering the times that Buffy would fall asleep in class.
“Then Parker, that bastard” Buffy spat.
“Poopyhead” commented Willow.
“Then of course Reilly, my latest success”
“Stupid soldier boy, all with the yes sir’s, no sir’s, three bags full sir’s, I should have gave him the shovel treatment like I promised” said Willow with conviction.
Buffy reached across and patted Willow’s hand and smiled “He wouldn’t have been worth it, anyway you know how I hate to bury the bodies” she said to lighten the mood.
Both girls decided it was time to head back to campus “What with your big date, and all” joked Willow now that she knew Buffy was really ok with the situation.
At a leisurely pace they got back to Stevenson at 4pm, leaving Buffy ample time to shower, choose an outfit, dress, have a panic attack if she needed it and be at the Bronze by 8pm.
Opening the door to their room, Buffy entered first followed by the redhead who inwardly groaned when she saw the laundry that needed putting away.
“You’ve been a busy girl Willow, don’t suppose you did mine too?” asked a hopeful blonde, “Ooh” she said distracted by the light on the answering machine, “message”
Buffy pressed play and Willow wondered again about the strange message from earlier.
“You have one new message. First message recorded at 3.47pm”
“Hi, Willow, I got your number from Amy Maddison at the Wicca Group. A girl she thought might be you gave me a book at the library Saturday, and I thought you’d like to know I’ve finished with it if you want to borrow it back. Um…I’ll be at the library tomorrow at 4.30pm, same table as before. Uh...Bye!”
“Is that her?” Buffy asked
Willow looked at the answering machine. She wanted to hug it, buy it flowers or something, instead she grabbed her friend and danced her around the room.
“It’s her, its her, she knows who I am, she’s going to be at the libr oh, shit, Jenny” her voice fading with disappointment, “play the message again Buffy”
On second hearing Willow listened more carefully and realised with profound disappointment when she said to Buffy that the blonde didn’t know for sure it was her, and it was compounded by the fact that she had promised Jenny she would be at work at four.
“Oh, Willow, it’s not so bad. At least you know she feels the same way, that’s of the good, right?”
Willow nodded with a sad face and tear filled eyes “Suppose” she said almost inaudible.
“And, even though I hate the place, I’ll go to the library for you tomorrow”
Willow rushed forward and threw her arms around her friend and gave her the biggest and strongest hug she could muster.
After a few moments Willow’s brain kicked back into gear, “Ooh! Ooh! Buffy! You know what else this means?”
Buffy looked at her excitable room mate and shook her head with the expression on her face clearly telling Willow that she hadn’t a clue, “Aah! No. Definitely having a blonde moment here, Will…enlighten me oh clever one”
“Duh! Buffy. You don’t need to go on the date” Willow explained and watched as her friend’s face changed from confusion to realisation when the little copper coin finally succumbed to the laws of gravity.
The blonde smiled and nodded her head slowly. “Maybe, I should just go anyway” she mused. “Think about it Will, Faith thinks she has something I need, she doesn’t know about tomorrow. I reckon, from what you told me, that she was going string me along all night dangling enough information out in return for…well who knows how far she would go, so now my brainy friend, we have the upper hand. I say we have some fun with Miss Cleavagey Slut Bomb. The stylish yet affordable boot is on the other foot! What ya say Will? Ya up for some fun?”
“Oh! Buffy, I don’t know. It could be dangerous, Faith seems a little flakey at the best of times” said a less than convinced redhead.
“Pshaw! Danger is my middle name, well it would be if it wasn’t Anne” said Buffy dismissing Willow’s concerns with bravado, “I say we fight fire with fire!”
The blonde told Willow what she planned to do and Willow resigned herself to going along with her crazy friend and her even crazier plan.
People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt
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