WITHOUT MORALS (2/?)
 

                Cordelia looked up from her magazine when Willow walked out of the
                bedroom. Her brown eyes scanned the girl, taking in the mussed hair and
                sleepy eyes. Smiling she said, "Finally wake up?"
 

                "Still sleeping" Willow mumbled, pouring a cup of coffee. She sat down
                on the couch opposite Cordelia, her bare legs going underneath her. She
                took a sip, moaning as she felt the caffeine spread through her.
 

                Cordelia couldn't take her eyes off of Willow. The redhead was wearing
                one of Spike's shirts, only the bottom buttons fastened. She moved to
                set the cup down and Cordelia saw a rosy nipple before the redhead
                straightened. Heat went through the brunette as she flipped a page in
                her magazine. This was Willow. Why the hell was she getting excited?
 

                "Where are the boys?" Willow asked, laying her head back trying to wake
                up.
 

                "Went to find something to 'eat'" Cordelia said, hoping she sounded
                natural. She had never found women attractive before. What was wrong
                with her? She couldn't possibly be horny. Angel had kept her up half the
                afternoon. She was completely sated, yet the sight of her friend half
                dressed was making her wet.
 

                "Been gone long?" Willow straightened, catching Cordelia watching her.
                "Do I have something on me?"
 

                "What? Uh, no. I was just thinking...been gone about an hour. Said
                they'd be back by dawn. Wanted to give us time to sleep." She rolled her
                eyes.
 

                "Sleep? What's that? I've been with the damn energizer vampire the last
                few days."
 

                "Keeps going and going and going" Cordelia said, smiling, "Must run in
                the family, so to speak."
 

                "Spike is younger than Angel, thus he is more hyper. Wearing me out and
                it's only been three days." Willow whined, winking at Cordelia, "Not
                that I haven't been able to keep up....."
 

                Cordelia laughed, "I know. We've got so much stored up we may even
                outlast them."
 

                "Doubtful, but a thought." Willow reached over and got her coffee. She
                glanced up, surprised to see Cordelia's eyes on her breasts. She felt
                heat rush over her, her face turning red. She sat up quickly, not sure
                what to do. Cordelia blinked suddenly, looking down at her magazine.
                Willow saw a slight blush on her face. Remembering the look in her
                friends eyes, Willow almost smiled. Good grief. Cordelia wanted her.

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