Title: Fallen
Part 5

Author: Frau Hunter Ash

Copyright © 2002-2004 by Hunter Ash. All Rights Reserved.

Email: hunterash@...
Feedback welcome!!

Homepage Addy: http://www.hunterash.com/

Disclaimers: The characters and show all belong to Joss Whedon, Fox,
Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, and God only knows who else. The storyline,
however, is the sole property of the author. This story cannot be
sold or used for profit in any way. Copies of this story may be made
for private use only and must include all disclaimers and copyright
notices.

F/F romance: the story assumes a loving and sexual relationship
between people of the same gender and may even include 3 at the same
time <G>. If this offends or is illegal for you, then please
leave. Come back when you are older, have an open mind, moved, or
changed your laws.

Spoilers: Wrecked, Season 6

Summary: This takes place after Wrecked. The gang deals with the
aftermath of Willow's addiction to black magic and the price she
paid to get Buffy back from the dead. Added to the problem of
promising her soul to a demon, Willow is pregnant from that demon,
and Rack and Amy want Willow back on the wrong side.

Rating: R (Aus) NC-17 (US) 18 (UK) for violence and sex.

++++++++++++

Xander lifted Buffy onto his shoulders, where she was able to grab
the fire escape ladder and pull it down. She quickly scampered up
the metal rungs with Xander right behind her.

Giles and Dorothy picked the lock of the old abandoned church and
were waiting at the front door for the signal to break in and join
the ruckus.

Tara and Anya were waiting by a window on a crate, metal bar in
Anya's hand to break the window and iron knife in Tara's belt.

Xander and Buffy moved in through the roof access to the balcony
where choir members once sang religious songs to the Christian God.
Now the altar had Willow chained to it and had already witnessed
multiple acts of sacrilege from Rack taking over the old building.
Xander stayed behind in the balcony with rifle in hand as Buffy
started down towards the main chamber.

Buffy moved quietly as a cat, peaked around the corner of the vestry
and bit her lip to keep from crying out in fear and anger.

Before the place had been a little smoky from all the candles but
now there was a discernable fog hovering over the altar, a black fog
that moved slowly down towards Willow.

Buffy saw her friend watching the cloud with an absolute look of
terror. Just as the fog began to cover her, Willow screamed a
piercing scream that chilled all of the Scooby Gang to their bones.

Xander spun up over the railing of the balcony as Buffy threw her
stake.

All hell, literally, broke loose in a matter of moments.

Willow screamed again as a form began to take shape in the fog; a
tall and huge figure in a black cloak. The only thing showing, a
gray, corpse-looking hand with exceptionally long fingernails, was
reaching for the witch.

Willow saw red eyes looking at her from deep within the cloak hood
and a flash of memory broke through of the night she spent with
Rack. She knew those eyes. Those eyes meant pain and coldness,
cold that had filled her from the inside.

Willow howled in terror.

The rifle shot caught Amy in the shoulder, if she hadn't been
turning when Xander fired, it would have been through the heart.
The girl dropped, barely conscious, but still able to hold her
shoulder.

Buffy's stake caught Rack in the center of the chest, sending him
stumbling back several feet.

Glass crashed in along with the sound of the main door being slammed
open. Before Rack could recover, Dorothy and Tara were zapping him
with magickal bolts. Rack growled as he was slammed into the wall
and flung his hands out, sending the energy back towards the two
witches. Tara ducked and sent the energy back at the sorcerer,
smiling grimly as they hit him in the stomach.

Dorothy dodged the bolt as well and began casting a dismissal spell.

Buffy dashed for the black fog surrounding Willow but was slammed
onto her back by an invisible force.

The Slayer was barely aware of the sound of Xander shooting at
Rack. She glanced over and saw the sorcerer had regained his feet
and was shielding himself from both bullets and energy blasts. He
was weakening with the stake wound and the constant barrage of two
different attacks.

Buffy sat up and looked for Willow.

Buffy felt Giles rush up beside her with an iron knife in his hands.
He reached a hand down to help her up and froze as the fog
dissipated enough to see Willow.

A skeletal hand reached out from a black cloak as Willow struggled
in the chains, screaming in terror. Her green eyes found Buffy's
blue ones.

"Buffy! Tara!" she screamed and glanced back at the figure standing
over her.

Both Giles and Buffy tried to get close to Willow but were again
repelled.

"Tara, Dorothy! Someone help her!" Buffy screamed but knew neither
one of them dared break off what they were doing. If Rack was able
to get any shots in with his energy bolts, it just might turn the
battle out of their favor. If Dorothy stopped her spell, they might
not be able to force Orcus or Baal-beryth to leave the realm without
killing all of them.

Giles and Buffy watched helplessly as Giles tried to remember some
of the incantations from his own magickal days. The skeletal hand
spread over Willow's pregnant stomach and then a finger with an
extended claw cut away the girl's shirt and sweat pants.

Willow's screams took on a new note of desperation as the claw began
moving past the cloth.

"NO! Willow!" several voices screamed at the same moment.

++++++++++++

"Orcus, help me!" Rack screamed, as he had to lean against the wall
for support. He knew Baal had the witch but her friends just might
cause Rack enough damage to be worrisome.

Tara and Xander stopped in their attacks as Orcus appeared next to
Rack and looked the sorcerer up and down, as if judging the
appearance of a brood mare.

"MiLord, Prince Orcus, help me! I am your faithful servant and I
kept my end of our bargain!" Rack begged.

Orcus smirked and glanced over at the cloaked figure and Willow.

"I don't see any souls for me or my Master," the demon commented.

"The child is being taken by Lord Baal and Willow will die, her soul
lost to Baal for giving into the temptation of black magick with
me," Rack argued.

Orcus shook his head, as if sad to inform someone of bad news.
Giles growled, he knew Orcus was enjoying what was to come next.

The figure was once again wrapped in black fog and Buffy screamed,
unable to see what was happening to Willow.

"Well, there's a slight problem with you corrupting Red Willow and
the whole child thing," Orcus said slowly.

"No," Rack whispered, his eyes beginning to reflect fear.

"I'm afraid so," Orcus continued. "You see, a few months back the
Slayer died saving the world. To get her back, Red Willow made a
deal with someone for a spell. The deal was with MiLord Baal-beryth
and it was an exchange, her soul for the Slayer's body and soul."

"No, it can't be," Rack protested.

"The child was an added benefit," Orcus added, ignoring Rack's
protest. "You see, Willow was already his. Sold her soul to Baal
before you even met her. You can't claim the child either since
Willow was already his and the child is his, so you have nothing to
do with it except that you set up the blind date."

"I've been loyal!" Rack begged.

"No, you haven't," Orcus argued. "You're just like every other
black sorcerer, only in it for power and long life, hoping to trick
us demons and outsmart us, living forever. You only bring souls to
us to keep the game going."

"Please," Rack begged, going to his knees.

Orcus looked bored and motioned with his hands. Rack screamed as
his body was slammed up against the Baphomet tapestry. Nails
appeared out of nowhere, impaling him to the wall through his wrists
and ankles. The sorcerer screamed in agony.

"Oh God," Giles whispered.

"Willow!" Buffy screamed.

Orcus turned to look at the Scooby Gang. "Well, we really hate to
slay and run but time is wasting."

The demon raised a taloned hand towards Buffy, the energy bolt
building far beyond anything Rack or Tara had been capable of. The
Slayer doubted she could dodge whatever he was about to throw at
them.

"No!" a male voice shouted and tackled the demon from the shadows.

Anya rushed forward with an iron knife at the figures, only to be
tossed backwards. The gang made out the figures of Spike somehow
fighting with Orcus.

Buffy moved around the fog, picking up the iron dagger from Anya as
she moved to help Spike.

The Slayer yelped as Spike crashed into her, as he was picked up and
tossed aside with the ease of a rag doll. Before she or the vampire
could move, Orcus was on them and had Buffy in the air, his hand
around her throat.

Buffy clawed uselessly at the scaly hand of the demon as he began to
squeeze. As her eyesight began going fuzzy she wondered what
happened to her iron dagger.

Giles stumbled back in surprise as Spike grabbed the iron dagger
from his hand as the ex-Watcher moved to help Buffy. The vampire
had Buffy's iron dagger in his other hand and dived into the demon,
forcing Orcus to drop the Slayer.

Buffy sat up, choking and coughing. She saw Spike straddle the
demon and ram both daggers into Orcus' chest.

"Spike, no!" Buffy screamed as Orcus yelled in anger.

Spike managed to glance back at her for a moment, a mixture of
sadness and regret in his eyes, before both vampire and demon burst
into flames.

"No!" the Slayer screamed and Giles rushed forward but they both
knew it was too late. In a moment there was nothing but ashes.

+++++++++

"Giles! Help us!"

Giles and Buffy turned to see Tara and Dorothy trying to break
through the black fog surrounding Willow and moved closer, Anya
joining them.

Xander came pounding down the stairs, shouting angrily for someone
to do something to help Willow when the fog suddenly disappeared.

The cloaked figure turned and laughed a bone chilling laugh as he
held something to his chest.

"The child lives and is mine!" a hoarse voice cackled. "The witch
is mine in moments!"

With that, the cloaked figure of Baal-beryth was gone.

Tara and everyone dashed forward to Willow.

"Oh my God, he removed the child and left Willow to bleed to death!"
Giles muttered.

"Xander, get my medical bag out of the car," Dorothy
instructed. "Giles, dial 911. Tara, start working up that spell you
told me about, quick!"

Xander returned at record speed and Dorothy quickly began trying to
repair the damage a brutal cesarean birth had caused to Willow's
body. Everyone had the fear and certainty that she was fighting a
losing battle.

Buffy stood by helplessly as Dorothy struggled to save Willow's life.

"Giles?" Dorothy asked as the Watcher kept his finger on Willow's
throat pulse.

"I'm losing it," he said softly. "It's very rapid, irregular and
fading."

"There isn't enough blood to keep the body going," Dorothy
muttered. "She's lost too much. Oh dear sweet Jesus! Tara, now!"

Buffy blinked as Tara moved past her, chanting something and holding
a crystal orb in her hands.

Xander reached for Anya's hand as the orb began to glow.

"What just happened?" he asked softly.

"Tara just caught Willow's soul in the orb," Anya explained
calmly. "She caught it before Baal could claim it."

"So what does that mean?" Xander demanded as Buffy leaned against a
wall, sliding down in emotional shock.

"It means that Willow's soul is trapped in the orb and safe from
Baal-beryth but trapped," Giles tried to explain.

"And it means she's dead," Xander whimpered.

"Yes," Giles nodded, tears beginning to flow.

"No!"

Everyone looked up in shock as Amy struggled to her feet.

"She can't be in that orb like I was in that cage!" she yelled.

"It's the only way to keep her soul safe until we break that pact
she has with Baal-beryth and her soul can move onto a peaceful
ending," Giles explained.

"No, it can't end this way!" Amy protested, grabbing up one of the
iron daggers from the pile of ashes next to Buffy.

The injured witch stumbled near Willow and Tara, who out of reflex,
reached to help Amy stand. The other witch growled and grabbed the
glowing orb from Tara's hands and held it up, threateningly.

"Don't anyone move or it gets shattered!" she yelled, moving closer
to Willow.

"Don't do that!" Dorothy screamed. "If you drop that then her soul
is loose and Baal will claim it!"

"Then stay back!" Amy yelled. She leaned over Willow's body,
looking down at her high school friend. "You all saved me from my
mother and then took care of me when I was a rat. I was wrong about
Rack and the magick and I'm so sorry. Maybe I can do the right
thing."

Tara screamed as Amy threw the orb to the ground and stabbed herself
through the heart with the iron knife at the same moment.

Buffy was on her feet, catching Amy before she fell over Willow.
She gently lowered Amy to the floor and checked for a pulse as Giles
examined the crystal that had held Willow's forsaken soul.

Both Slayer and Watcher looked at each other and shook their heads
in negative motions. Neither Amy nor orb survived.

Buffy felt her heart shattering as it began to hit her that Willow
was dead and her soul was lost.

Tara squeaked in surprise and Anya screamed when Willow coughed
beside them and moaned in pain.

Green eyes opened slowly to see everyone huddled around her.

"Someone want to unchain me and take me home now?" she whispered,
closing her eyes.

"She's right," Dorothy said, regaining her common sense before the
stunned Scooby Gang. "There's a guy crucified to a church wall and
a dead young woman at the foot of a black altar. I suggest we get
out of here."

"I quite agree, let's deal with this back at the house," Giles
nodded.

"Xander, put Willow over your shoulder and let's move," Buffy
instructed as she took the ritual sword and pried the locks on the
chains open.

Buffy hesitated on her way out the back, glancing down at where she
had last seen Spike.

"Thank you, Spike," Buffy said softly. "I'll miss you."

The Slayer moved out of the door as sirens sounded in the distance.

+++++++++++++++

When Willow opened her eyes again, she found everyone around her.
This time they were on the edge of her bed, in chairs, or leaning
against walls.

"Guys?" she whispered.

"Will!" Buffy shouted enthusiastically, taking one side while Tara
took the other to wrap Willow in a hug from both of them.

"Goddess, you had us scared," Tara exclaimed.

"I was pretty scared," Willow admitted. "What happened?"

"What do you remember?" Giles asked, pulling his chair closer.

Willow's smile faded and she suddenly looked very small and
young. "I remember Baal's eyes and that hand reaching for me. Then
it hurt, a lot."

"He took the child, Willow," Dorothy explained.

Willow closed her eyes and fought against being sick or fainting.
Buffy and Tara held her close, trying to comfort her.

"Rack and Amy?" Willow asked, opening her eyes.

"Orcus crucified Rack, leaving him to die slowly," Xander answered.

"Amy took the orb with your soul and smashed it and killed herself,
trading herself for you," Anya explained in her typical factual but
lacking of sympathy manner.

"Amy?" Willow questioned. "Orb? I died?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," Buffy answered. "Tara caught your soul and we
were going to protect it until we found some answers. Amy decided
that she had been wrong and traded places with you."

"Oh God, I didn't want anyone to do that!" Willow complained.

"I know, it was her choice however," Giles pointed out. "She
obviously felt that this was a way to redeem herself, even if her
soul was going to Baal."

"Her life force healed me?" Willow questioned, pulling the sheet
down and her pajama top aside to look at the angry red scar running
down her stomach.

"Yes and we got the heck out of there," Xander nodded.

"And Rack, was he alive?" Willow asked.

"Yes and no," Buffy growled. "He was alive but there was nobody
home in the eyes, you know?"

"Yes, I do," Willow whispered. "He saw Baal's face."

"Why don't we let Willow get some rest, shall we?" Giles suggested.

"Can I talk with you two?" Willow whispered to Tara and Buffy and
both nodded and watched as everyone headed for the door. Dawn
hesitated at the door, watching her favorite witches and sister.

"I'm glad you're back, Willow," she said softly and closed the door
before any of them could respond.

"I'm so sorry I hurt her," Willow mumbled.

"I'm just glad you're back too," Tara said gently and smiled as
Willow blushed.

"Listen, you two," Willow began. "I'm declaring a truce for a little
while longer. I love you both and I have no idea what to do with my
life from this point on. I was convinced I was going to die."

"Well, I'm glad you're not and you can take all the time you need
about everything," Buffy tried to reassure her best friend and
potential lover.

"I'm not going to push you, either," Tara nodded, agreeing.

"Okay, I want to spend time with both of you, get my feet back under
me and rest," Willow said firmly. "I'm very tired, I guess dying
takes a bit out of you."

"Shhh," Buffy whispered as Willow closed her eyes. "Just sleep."

"Don't go," Willow whispered and neither one of them knew which one
she was talking to.

Xander wasn't surprised to find both Tara and Buffy with their arms
around Willow in the morning when he called them for breakfast.

+++++++++++++++++++

Willow woke up when Xander opened the door and held her finger to
her lips, indicating they should let Buffy and Tara sleep. She
wiggled off the bed and stood before her oldest friend in the
world. Her eyes reflected her fear of his judgment.

Xander hesitated a moment and pulled Willow into a bone crushing
hug.

"I love you, Willow," he said simply.

"I'm sorry about everything, Xan," Willow said softly.

"What are you going to do, Will?" he asked as they closed the door
behind them.

"I really don't know," Willow admitted. "I need to find a way to get
a handle on the magic thing. The addiction is still there and so is
the talent."

"What about Buffy and Tara?" he asked. Willow spotted Anya sleeping
on the sofa and Giles asleep in a chair.

They moved into the kitchen quietly.

"I don't know," Willow said slowly. "I love them both but I can't
even concentrate on that right now. There's an Anti-Slayer growing
up with an Arch Prince of Hell and I'm responsible for that. I've
got to find a way to fix that."

"I'm here for you, Will," Xander said firmly.

"So am I," Giles muttered from the doorway. "Let's take a walk,
shall we? The tea Buffy keeps here is horrible. I suggest that
coffee place you like so much."

"They do have decent Earl Gray," Willow agreed and Xander nodded
with a grin.

"I'll leave the note," Xander volunteered.

The three settled at a table at the Espresso Pump, Xander with a
double mocha, Willow with hot chocolate and Giles with an English
Breakfast/Russian tea blend that he said would wake up a vampire at
sunrise.

"So how do we help Willow, Giles?" Xander asked.

"I suggest that she get some intensive training for her rogue magic
skills," Giles said slowly.

"I agree," Willow nodded, consenting. "Where can I find that? The
covens around here aren't on mine or Tara's level and I don't think
she can handle me."

"I agree, I think Sunnydale and the Hellmouth keeps serious witches
from developing here as a form of protection," Giles commented
thoughtfully. "The black magic develops easily here but not
positive magic. That's why most of your spells went wrong until you
teamed up with Tara. You balance each other."

"Where would you suggest then?" Willow asked as Xander frowned.

"Leave us?" Xander muttered.

"Well, there are some good covens and masters in San Francisco, Los
Angeles and across the United States," Giles said, ignoring Xander's
distress. "And then there's the witches that have been trained by
the Council. Some of them are now Watchers."

"Well, SF or LA isn't that far away," Xander muttered. "We could
visit on weekends or you could come home for visits."

"Yes, that would work," Willow said, her manner distracted and
Giles' eyes narrowed in thought.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The next few days moved slowly for the Scooby Gang as they said
goodbye to Dorothy. After two days of staying near Willow, the old
woman announced that she figured Willow had enough sense not to get
into danger without some backup from Tara and that her job was done.

Major hugs, some tears and promises to keep in touch followed the
old woman out of the Summers house and some of the tears were on
Dorothy's side. She said a quick prayer for the health and safety
of the young ones.

The day after Dorothy left, Xander and Anya moved back into their
apartment and Buffy finally told Willow about Spike's sacrifice and
made the dreaded call to Angel in Los Angeles.

That night Willow held Buffy as she cried, mourning the loss of
another friend.

"He knew taking on Orcus and Baal would get him killed," Buffy
sobbed.

"Spike did it to save you, Buff," Willow said softly, holding her
best friend and possible love.

"I shouldn't have been with him, Will," Buffy continued to cry. "I
was so angry and couldn't turn to you. I could take it out on Spike."

"And the sex?"

"In a way it was more fighting," Buffy frowned, trying to sort it
out herself. "It wasn't love, Will, it was sex. It meant even less
than when I was with Riley."

"And me?" Willow questioned, her voice almost a whisper.

"I love you, finally admitted it," Buffy said more firmly, snuggling
into Willow's arms. "I couldn't take that you were the one I was
angry at and resenting and I turned to Spike instead of talking to
you. Of course, you were with Tara and I guess I was keeping my
distance because of that too."

"I love you both," Willow admitted, frowning in thought.

"Will, I…I want to be with you. I love you and I want to be your
lover, more than anything," Buffy said slowly. "I'm willing to be
your best friend if you still love Tara, I just had to say that."

"I've wanted you for years, Buffy," Willow admitted. "The timing was
never right once I figured out and accepted I had feelings for you.
By then you were with Angel and I was with Oz. When I wasn't with
Oz, you were with Riley."

"And Tara came along," Buffy added.

"Yes," Willow nodded. "She's not a substitute for you or second
choice, Buffy. I need you to understand that. I love her very much.
She helped me sort out these insane feelings and made everything
okay. It feels like she's my sun."

"And me?"

"Slayer danger babe," Willow teased lightly. "Should I tell you that
the thought of your body next to mine has sent me running to cold
showers for years?"

Buffy whimpered.

"What are we doing, Will?" Buffy asked in a whisper.

"What feels right for tonight," Willow suggested, leaning down to
kiss Buffy seriously for the first time.

Buffy moaned and wrapped her hand around Willow's neck, pulling the
witch closer to her. The kiss was everything Buffy and Willow had
been hoping for and more. The Slayer felt Willow shifting on the
bed, to lay closer to her and shifted her own body, melding into
Willow's. Hands and legs intertwined as lips explored and tongues
dueled with each other.

Buffy had no idea how long they kissed and necked, it seemed like a
very short time but her muscles told the Slayer they hadn't moved in
awhile. Buffy pulled back and leaned her forehead against Willow's,
her hand roaming through red hair as Willow touched her cheek gently.

"Will, I want this," Buffy whispered. "What happens tomorrow though?"

"I don't know," Willow admitted. "I might be with Tara, I might not
be with either of you."

Willow suddenly pulled out of Buffy's arms and sat up on the edge of
the bed, her back to the Slayer.

"I'm sorry, Buffy," she said softly, wiping away a tear
angrily. "This isn't fair to either of you. I'm acting worse than
some college guy keeping several girls going at once."

Buffy sat up and moved behind Willow, wrapping her arms around
Willow's shoulders, hugging the witch.

"I understand the confused feelings," Buffy said gently, nuzzling
Willow's neck.

Willow moaned and gripped the edge of the bed, trying to hold back
from the sudden heat filling her body.

"I don't know if I can share you with Tara but I want tonight,
Will," Buffy continued nibbling on Willow's neck, moving up to an
ear lobe and then switching to the other side of her neck and ear.

"Oh Goddess, Buffy," Willow whimpered and Buffy's hands moved down
from Willow's shoulders to lightly touch her best friend's breasts,
dancing over the nipples.

Willow growled and held up a hand for a moment and Buffy heard the
door lock clicking into place and Willow turned in Buffy's arms.

Buffy smiled as Willow forced her onto the bed, Willow's teeth at
her neck and hands tugging impatiently at clothing. The blonde had
always been reluctant to give over control to anyone but had with
Angel and Riley, trying to compensate for her Slayer strength, she
knew. And with Angel she had been scared and a virgin.

With Spike it had always been more of a contest of who could take
control, keep it and force the other one to release first.

It was different with Willow, Buffy felt herself giving up control
easily, loving the desperation in Willow's touch and whimpers.

Buffy cried out and felt her body arching as Willow got her blouse
undone and sought to explore Buffy from head to stomach with her
tongue, lips and teeth.

"Oh God, Will," she whispered. "I've never felt like this!"

Willow smiled up at her from Buffy's waistband, her green eyes dark
and heavy with desire.

Buffy's heart sang at the sight. It was the first real genuine smile
she had seen from her friend since before her death and
resurrection.

Then Willow's eyes glinted with an impish light and she ran her
fingers up between Buffy's legs, running them under Buffy's skirt
and over very damp underwear.

Buffy gasped as her body jerked at the teasing and her eyes widened.

"Oh you are so in trouble," Buffy threatened but any beginning plan
she was thinking of was forgotten as Willow's fingers moved past the
underwear to dance over Buffy's labia and clit.

"Really? I am?" Willow asked innocently as Buffy grabbed at the
sheet under her.

"Willow, please!" Buffy begged.

Willow felt a peace settling over her as Buffy leaned up and pulled
at Willow's t-shirt and then raised her hips so Willow could remove
her skirt and underwear. Willow's sweat pants followed the clothes
to the floor and they moaned, as Willow lay on top of Buffy, skin to
skin.

The witch was calmer and kissed her best friend and lover gently as
Buffy moved a leg up between hers, instinctively pressing against
Willow's sex. Willow felt the passion rising again as Buffy moaned,
her tongue fighting with Willow's, the Slayer's hands clinging to
her.

Willow's lips and teeth moved to Buffy's neck and the Slayer cried
out as Willow found a particularly erotic spot.

"Will, please! I've wanted you for so long!"

Willow felt her own control snapping again and moved her hand
between their bodies, fingers discovering that Buffy was indeed very
turned on because of her. Willow moved slightly off Buffy, giving
herself room to please her lover as Buffy held her to the Slayer's
neck.

Part of Willow was surprised and pleased, Buffy never let anyone
mark her or get near her neck. Buffy explained to lovers and
friends that her neck wasn't erotic, thank you, and that so reminded
her of vampires that it was a turn off. Apparently it wasn't a turn
off if it was Willow's teeth at her neck.

Willow felt Buffy's body jerk as her fingers danced at Buffy's
entrance, silently begging as Buffy whined. Willow entered Buffy
and the Slayer cried out and thrust against Willow's fingers.

Buffy knew it was happening quickly but her body seemed to have a
mind of its own. She had wanted Willow for years and the body wanted
it now!

"God, yes, please, Will!"

Willow added another finger and bit harder, feeling Buffy jerk
against her, matching Willow's rhythm perfectly.

"Rough, Will, please!" Buffy begged, blushing.

"Anything for you," Willow whispered before crushing her lips
against Buffy's and adding another finger into her lover. Buffy's
fingernails dug into Willow's shoulders as Willow thrust harder.

"Yes!" Buffy yelled.

Willow moved her thumb to caress Buffy's clit and moved to bite down
on Buffy's neck again, hard. She wasn't sure if she was hurting
Buffy or not but the responses from the Slayer as she thrust roughly
into Buffy was positive.

Willow moaned as she felt Buffy's muscles contracting around her
fingers, clamping down and claiming them inside her. Buffy's body
arched, throwing Willow away from her neck. The red haired witch
switched to Buffy's breast, taking the nipple in between her teeth
and pulling lightly.

Buffy screamed as she grabbed the headboard of Willow's bed as if it
were a life-line. She screamed again as Willow didn't let up,
pulling two more orgasms out of her before Buffy whimpered and
Willow pulled her lover into her arms.

Buffy opened her eyes to find Willow holding her and gently rocking
her. Green eyes smiled down at blue ones.

"That was fantastic!" Buffy whispered.

"Not too rough?" Willow asked with a frown. "I didn't hurt you, did
I?"

"Well, my neck tells me you marked me as yours," Buffy
grinned. "Other than that, I've never felt like this. Sometimes it's
gotta be a little rough. I tried asking Giles about the Slayer lust
thing."

Willow giggled. "I would have loved to have heard that one!"

"That was one thing that was so wrong between Riley and me," Buffy
nodded. "He was so used to regular girls and was afraid of hurting
me and I was afraid to demand what I needed."

"I'm honored you asked," Willow smiled, kissing Buffy for several
long minutes. "I was pretty demanding there, myself."

"I like it," Buffy admitted. "Now, my love, I'm going to show you
how gentle I can be. I warn you, though, I've never done this…so…"

"You and Faith never?" Willow asked something that had been
bothering her for years.

"No, we necked a couple of times after rough nights of slaying, but
never got beyond touching the breasts," Buffy admitted, blushing.

"She more than hinted that you two got horizontal more than once,"
Willow frowned.

"That bitch, she knew how to push everyone's buttons, didn't she?"
Buffy growled.

"Yeah, it was as if she knew I wanted you and teased me all the time
about sparring and training with her, having your body in her arms,"
Willow admitted. "How slaying always made her horny and hungry and
that you were just like her."

"I remember you being so jealous of her, I thought it was just
because I was spending more time with her and not you," Buffy
commented.

"That was a big part of it," Willow agreed. "I was also beginning
to wonder about my feelings."

"I love you, Willow," Buffy said softly, moving up on an elbow so
she could kiss her witch.

"I love you, Buffy," Willow responded. She was surprised when Buffy
pulled back with a frown.

"Will? It's like you're shut down all of a sudden," Buffy
commented. "Is it because we talked about Faith and Riley?"

Willow sighed and sat up.

"No, I'm mentally beating myself up, Buff," she said softly, leaning
her arms on her knees. "I don't know what's going to happen to me
and if I can even focus on a relationship and I'm here with you. I'm
telling you how much I love you and letting you tell me that you
love me and I might be leaving. This is so not fair to you."

"Leaving?"

"I need training to control the magic thing, Buffy, and I'm not
going to find it here in Sunnydale," Willow explained. "There's some
witches or sorcerers that the Council is recommending in San
Francisco or Los Angeles."

"Long distance can work for awhile," Buffy muttered.

"You'll be busy slaying and trying to raise Dawn and I'll be busy
trying to get my screwed up life together," Willow countered. "It
wouldn't be every weekend."

Buffy frowned, thinking about it and sat up, leaning her head on
Willow's shoulder.

"I don't care, I've got you for tonight," Buffy declared. "No more
talk of leaving tonight or past lovers. Just let go for tonight,
Will."

Willow sighed and hesitated. She could feel the desire radiating
off of the Slayer and felt her own desire pounding at her common
sense.

Buffy pulled Willow back down onto the bed and Willow drew her into
her arms, accepting the conditions for the night in Buffy's arms.

Giles, Dawn and Tara jumped in their sleep later at the sound of a
scream from Willow. Giles, fearing danger, grabbed for his robe
when another scream sounded through the house followed by Willow
screaming Buffy's name.

The Watcher blinked and then ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"Willow, I hope you know what you're doing," he muttered, lying back
down in Joyce's bed.

Tara turned over and grabbed one of Buffy's pillows as the tears
began to fall.