Deliver Me

by Jaho

Copyright © November 2003

cpeace1@tampabay.rr.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just playing. Own nothing. Don't sue. You wouldn't get anything anyway.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse: /mysticmuse.net
All others, please ask first.
Feedback: Yes please.
Spoilers: Season 7.
Author's Note: After Willow's return from England, but before the Potentials show up. <eg> no Kennedy.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

It was 1:38 a.m. when Willow woke up. She knew because her digital alarm clock sat right next to her bed, and when she opened her eyes the first thing she had seen were its large red numbers standing out from the darkness. She sat up in bed and shrugged off a little of the haze that accompanied waking up from deep sleep.

She hadn't been sleeping well since she returned home to Sunnydale, so she figured that the two hours she had gotten wasn't a bad repast. It was better than none. Now the only thing was to find some way to pass the time until the sun came up and the other members of the house awoke. Dawnie and Buffy usually didn't wake up until 7. So that left 5 hours to fill.

It would be a night of Cheetos, Mountain Dew, and TV infomercials, most certainly. She might even try to meditate a little before sun up. Her meditation had been the only thing that kept her grounded in Giles' teachings since her return home. She needed something, and during the times of intense concentration she connected with the earth and the earth fed her what she needed. Deliverance.

The redhead got up and slipped on an oversized t-shirt. Then, she opened her bedroom door and began to silently pad down the hallway toward the staircase.

"Will..." she heard the voice from behind her and turned around. No one.

It was Buffy's voice that she had heard saying her name. But no Buffy.

"Oh, Will..." the voice came again. Then Willow realized that the voice had come from behind Buffy's closed bedroom door.

Sleepy Willow brain...duh.

She smiled to herself and took a quiet step toward Buffy's door and silently turned the knob. Just a little peek in on her friend to make sure she was okay. The door opened and Willow saw her friend lying on her bed, sleeping soundly. Willow quietly crept into the room and looked down at the sleeping Slayer. Aww, she thought. Buffy's so cute when she's asleep in her yummy sushi pajamas. Heck, Buffy's cute all the time. That thought crossed her mind and she quickly dismissed it, shaking her head.

No. No bad Buffy thoughts.

Buffy's head turned from one side to another and she gasped. Poor thing, Willow thought. She's having a bad dream. The redhead leaned down and planted a light kiss on the blonde's forehead and turned to leave the room. Just then Buffy's back arched and she moaned languidly in her sleep.

Willow stopped, a sudden realization coming over her. Buffy wasn't having a bad dream. She was having a good dream...a VERY good dream. She just looked at her sleeping friend dumbfounded.

She said my name, Willow thought. Did she...? Did Buffy...?

Willow looked down at the girl whom she had admired for so long. The blonde tresses that trailed delicately over her shoulders, the beautiful face that was so serene in the hold of sleep. Willow sat on the edge of Buffy's bed and just watched her for a while, feeling a warmth in her center that involuntarily spread, flushing her body. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but if Buffy really was dreaming about her...

When Buffy moaned her name again, it was too much for her to contain herself. She reached out and placed a hand tenderly on the side of the blonde's face, feeling the softness of the skin that she had always yearned to touch.

At the touch, Buffy awoke groggily staring into the face of her best friend. She looked at the Wiccan through her half closed eyes.

"W-Will...?"

Then Willow kissed her, fully and deeply. Buffy accepted the tongue that begged entrance into her mouth and caressed it with her own. In her sleepy mind, it was still hard to distinguish dream from reality.

When they pulled back from each other Buffy asked, "Is this a dream?"

"It is for me.", was Willow's only answer as she kissed the Slayer again. She found herself running totally on instinct when she felt Buffy's arms around her, pulling her closer and running those strong hands up her nightshirt.

She had Buffy undressed in less than a minute, never having lost contact between their needing mouths. Then began kissing a line from Buffy's chin down over her breasts taking a nipple into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue. She heard Buffy gasp and felt her hand behind her head, holding her. Hugging her.

Oh Will... Am I awake? Is this really happening? I must still be dreaming.

Looking down I can see your pretty face looking up at me as you suck and lick at my...oh. My body arches into your mouth, needing more pressure. Needing sweet release.

How long have I had these dreams about you? Since our days in the dorm together, I think. Only now they come to me so much more frequently. I mean I had boyfriends between then and now. But that never made my lust for you go away completely. Just stifled it for a while. I always dreamed of having your soft hands on me.

I've never had that much experience with a woman. Except, of course, that impromptu make out session I had with Faith that you walked in on back in high school. She's the one who made me curious. But you Willow. You are the one who fueled all my fantasies since.

Now I keep having this incredible dream.

Now you're kissing down my abdomen and literally worshipping my navel. Leaning my head back, I let out a long moan as I feel your tongue and lips on my tummy. Oh wow, this dream has never been so intense before.

I can feel your mouth dipping lower and lower until you are just above my needing center, and I willingly spread my legs for you. Then when your tongue finally slips into my wet folds I cry out in pleasure.

Oh my God. This is no dream!

Buffy's eyes shot open fully and she looked down between her legs.

"Willow...!"

The redhead looked up at her smiling. "Shh...I'm working."

Then her mouth was once again pressed against her shaven core, tongue pressing deeper and deeper into her and tasting every drop of goodness that she could draw from her blonde friend. A stray hand snaked up to cup one of her breasts and thumb across the nipple as Willow's tongue continued to work inside of her.

Buffy's back arched again, feeling the passion rise even higher as Willow finally found her clit. Willow sucked the hardened nub of flesh into her mouth and applied a constant suction to it while strumming back and forth with her tongue. Buffy tasted so good that she didn't ever want to stop. She finally had it! Everything that she had fantasized about was right here, in her mouth and hands.

"Oh...Will...!" Buffy cried out as her orgasm hit her. Her body rocked with wave after wave of pleasure, her head swimming with the image of her friend's face between her legs. An amazing rainbow of images and sensations flooded her mind, as she floated back to earth. Finally she looked down at her best friend's glistening face.

"Oh Willow.", she said, reaching out with both arms. "Hold me."

Willow filled her arms and snuggled closely to the Slayer, holding to her as the blonde let sleep reclaim her. She had found what she was looking for. That one single thing that could ground her to the world that she lived in now. That could let her move past all of her loss and deliver her to life again.

That thing was Buffy, and she had her now. She smiled as she faded off to sleep, herself holding against the body of the beautiful girl next to her.

The End

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