crys_loch | Fic: All's Fair 4/5

Fic: All's Fair 4/5

Vampire Stories, story 2

BtVS / Buffy/Willow/Xander

NC- 17

Summery: Xander wakes and they're on the run. In the passing nights, they try to figure out what it means now, what to do next and maybe even where to settle down.

All’s Fair, part 4.

Disclaimers and warnings are listed in part 1 and still apply.

Buffy stirred and woke, stretching and adjusting as best she could in the car seat. "Mmm. How long was I out?" She glanced over to Willow then looked out the windshield, seeing nothing that would tell her where they were. It looked, simply, like they were nowhere.

Willow looked at the clock on the dash. "About 6 hours. How ya feeling?" Willow stretched her neck and tried to pull herself from the zone she had slipped into. The road was straight and flat for hours now and she had long ago lost the sense of time passing. The stereo was silent by choice and only the occasional tractor-trailer let her know that there was anyone else alive in the world.

"Six hours?" Buffy stretched again and looked back at Xander. "He still sleeps the rest of angels." She turned back to Willow, smiling. "I feel great."

Willow looked over to Buffy and smiled in return. "Good. I was getting lonely. I've been feeling a little Linda Hamilton at the end of a movie, sole survivor. Or Sigourney Weaver."

"Willow? Not that it matters, but where in the nowhere are we?" Buffy took off her shoes and put her feet on the dash, settling in.

Willow shrugged. "Best I can tell, somewhere in the middle of Oregon. I stopped paying attention a while ago."

"Are you okay?" Buffy checked in.

"Yeah." Willow assured her friend. "Just got used to the silence. Even the thoughts slowed down."

Buffy laughed then laid her head back sideways against the car seat to watch Willow instead of the road. "That was really intense back there. But next time, we probably shouldn't do that during our big getaway."

"Yeah, it was. And we shouldn't." Willow confirmed. "Did it feel that way with Xander?"

"Yes." Buffy quietly acknowledged, trying to gauge how Willow felt about that.

"Lucky you." Willow had spent the first part of the ride trying to figure out and understand the ties that held them together now and what it meant. Xander worried her. And more than that, the lack of connection, the stranger she saw in him, pained her.

"It will be okay." Buffy was quick to reassure her. "It does matter, Sire stuff." She reached over and let her fingers trace down Willow's arm, clasping her hand, she pulled it gently from the steering wheel and held it between them on the armrest. Buffy wondered if Willow would feel anything like what she had felt if she fed from her, or Xander, even though neither of them were her Sire. 'We'll find out.' Buffy smiled to herself. 'Just not during the getaway.' "You haven't slept yet."

Willow rubbed her thumb over Buffy's hand, the unease then empty stillness of the hours alone drifting gratefully away. "Haven't needed to. I figure we'll get to Portland and stop. Maybe I'll lay down then." Willow let the following silence be. It was comfortable now, easy. Her thoughts began to casually fill her mind again, but they were random and unworried. She remembered the night this all began and its unanswered intention. "Buffy, that night, when I was going to come to your room to talk. If what happened didn't. If I had just knocked on your door and you let me in and we talked like I intended. Do you think we'd still be friends? I mean, could we have really reconnected, like it was. It seems so long ago now. But could we have? Or after everything that happened, the way it all went down, would we have just gone our separate ways?"

Buffy laid her head back and absently stared at the car ceiling, trying to imagine that night a different way. It felt like that night just a few nights ago was ages away, much less the years in the beginning, when she called Willow her best friend. She remembered the few days alone she'd spent reflecting on everything that had happened. She tried to recall what she was feeling when Willow knocked on her door. Hope, that was it, hope and relief. "I know we would have. Reconnected I mean." She turned back to Willow. "Probably not in the way we connect now, mind you."

"Probably?" Willow glanced over at Buffy and squeezed her hand. She was relieved to hear that Buffy had wanted her in her life, anyway. That they would have been a part of each other's. That they weren't together now just because of the vampire stuff.

"Well, who knows." Buffy teased.

Willow laughed. "In my dreams."

"Really?!" Buffy pushed.

"It's a saying." Willow deflected.

"No, 'in your dreams' is the saying." Buffy countered, laughing as Willow squirmed a little in her seat.

"Well, I'm not saying." Willow resolved not to be led further into this conversation.

"Xander knows, by the way." Buffy turned the conversation to something just as fun, knowing by Willow's look she would get nothing more from her friend.

"Knows what?" Willow was grateful Buffy apparently let it drop, but was weary where it was now going.

"And I sorta quote," Buffy dropped her voice to an approximate Xander tone, "he could 'smell you all over me', end quote."

"Oh, knows that." Willow grinned over to her friend, the routine of passing the tractor-trailer not even getting her full attention. "What'd he say?"

"Something about wanting me longer." Buffy laughed. "What is it with you two anyway? You, not a clue. Xander, I thought that was long over. Where was I all those years."

Willow left the most sarcastic reply alone. "You never did notice the way so many people looked at you. I always thought it was un-conceited more than clueless."

"Thank you, I think." Buffy grudgingly replied. "I had a huge dose of knowing when I could read everyone's thoughts. Definitely went back to determined not noticing after that. So, you, who notices everything, which by the way, is so not true, who else did I miss."

Willow smirked in anticipation. "Giles."

"No way!" Buffy protested.

"In a big way." Willow confirmed. "He fought it in the beginning. Gave up on it near the end. Take it from someone who noticed everyone who noticed you."

Buffy thought back over the years, trying to remember any signs. "Anyone else?"

"Faith, of course." Willow thought maybe Buffy had noticed that one and realized this was her chance to answer a long running debate. "Xander and I have a bet. Maybe you can settle it now. Did you and Faith ever..." She let go of the wheel briefly to make a continue gesture with her free hand.

Buffy laughed. "No. So, who won the bet?"

"Xander." Willow debated whether to tell him or not.

"You thought Faith and I had sex?" Buffy needed to confirm she understood Willow correctly. The idea seemed absurd.

"Well, there was hope. If it happened once... dreams and all that." Willow confessed.

"I would think that'd be Xander's dreams. And isn't it better you're my first, one and only?" Buffy teased.

"This conversation just became surreal." Willow admitted, shaking her head. "Have you thought about what it's going to be like, with Xander as well, I mean?"

Buffy quieted down and closed her eyes for a moment. "Yes. Have you?"

"A little." Willow admitted to herself it was more like a lot. "It'll be strange."

"No stranger than this." Buffy raised their joined hands a little.

"Yes it will." Willow asserted. "Much stranger than this."

"You're talking about the three of us, aren't you?" Buffy suddenly realized.

"Aren't you?" Willow gently accused back. "You've thought about it."

"Before the past couple nights or now?" Buffy laughed at Willow sudden look in her direction. "I'll plead the fifth."

"Buffy!" Willow shot her friend another look. "You can't leave it at that."

"I'm teasing, Will."

"Really?" Willow wasn't ready to so easily believe that.

"Maybe." Buffy kept on her teasing tone. "Or maybe there were some strange after slaying dreams of my own."

"Buffy..." Willow pleaded.

"You tell me yours sometime and I'll tell you mine." Buffy promised softly and seductively. She raised Willow's hand to her lips and kissed it.

Willow let her head rest back against the seat, giving up. "Portland better get here soon."

The silence slipped easily in as they each let themselves get lost in their own thoughts. Buffy's thumb absently caressed Willow's hand. Time went by unnoticed again. Buffy closed her eyes, strangely more at ease tonight than she remembered feeling in a long time. She wondered if she had fallen asleep when she felt the squeeze of Willow's hand get her attention.

"Portland's coming up." Willow explained.

Buffy looked out the windows. The scenery had changed. Buildings, roads, and houses lined the side of the freeway now and stretched out through the tall pines and over the hills to disappear on either side. Exits to major cross roads arched over the freeway connecting the suburbs with the city. Billboards crowded along the sides and taller buildings started to show themselves ahead. The roads started to become tangled over each other, a twisted maze of concrete, and the exits signs were now grouped together, coming in rapid order. The names of the roads were not familiar, yet the feeling of city was there and a comfort. "Do we know where we're gonna stay?"

"We have cash, enough at least. Can we just get a room this time? Some nice hotel with indoor hallways. Something downtown." Willow suggested. She had heard of Portland, a city along the Columbia river, with bridges connecting its parts and the old riverfront. It was a place she had on her list to visit someday.

"Okay." Buffy simply agreed. She felt calm, too relaxed to come up with any plan that required action. The early part of the night had held enough mixed up excitement. She looked out the window again. Street lights illuminated almost everything, but there were shadows throughout the streets and darkened windows on every building. "I miss it."

"Miss what?" Willow was grateful Buffy so readily agreed and started to look for a hotel sign and exit suggestion.

"The sun. The day. I miss that I'll never see this in the daylight. It's like I can't really see any of it at all. Almost everything is closed." Buffy explained. She wondered briefly just how uncaring she was now if this was the thing that still had yet to sink in. "The daytime was always the reassurance that I was a human, too. And, right, well, I guess I just answered myself."

Willow didn't know what to say. She noticed Buffy close in on herself and stare out the window. There was nothing to say, so she chose to leave it alone. "How about the Hilton?" Willow suggested as she saw the sign on the road and the larger sign clearly on a tall building to the left.

Buffy leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. "That'd be nice."

Willow gently removed her hand from Buffy's, regretting it, but needing to concentrate on negotiating the unfamiliar roads to the hotel. She parked in the garage part of the large building and turned off the motor. The silence and dim lighting created a clandestine feeling. "You stay here with sleepy head and I'll go get us a room."

Buffy nodded her assent and watched as Willow pulled her driver's license out and placed her hand over it. Willow's hand glowed slightly, then the card. She saw Willow smile, checking it over. "What'd you do?"

"A simple glamour spell." Willow placed the ID back in her wallet. "It changed my name, address, all that. You want me to do yours now?"

"No. Later." Buffy crossed her arms over her chest.

Willow noticed the defensive gesture and let that rest as well. She still couldn't think of something to say. Impulsively, she leaned over and softly kissed Buffy, hoping the gesture could speak better than words anyway. Willow saw Buffy's small answering smile. Repeating the motion, Willow closed the distance between them again, slower and with greater intent. She brought her lips to Buffy's in a sure, full kiss. Feeling Buffy respond, she parted their lips with her tongue, content to trace Buffy's lips and slowly build the kiss into passion. She felt Buffy's fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer. When she felt Buffy's tongue join hers, she let the kiss deepen for a moment, then pulled away. All that was missing was the panting. Without the need to breathe, Willow wondered if one kiss could last for hours. She would have to find out sometime. "I'll get us that room."

Buffy shook her head as she watched Willow cross the parking garage to enter the hotel. She looked back to Xander. He was still draped across the backseat. She wondered again at what she'd done. Her mind started to picture what they would do together. Willow was right, it was about to get stranger still. The thoughts, after the passion and connection of the kiss, brought a sly smile to her face.

Willow entered the empty lobby and crossed over to the reservation desk, disturbing the clerk from his paperwork. When the young man behind the desk greeted her, she automatically started through the motions of getting them a room. "Hi. I'd like a room for two nights. I mean two days. All the way through the day and into the next night, what ever that is." She stumbled, suddenly uncertain how to put it.

The man looked at her curiously and tried to clarify what she needed. "So, you'll be leaving not this morning, but the next? Wednesday morning?"

Willow calculated it out and nodded her head. "Yes, only we might leave sometime Tuesday night." She thought quickly of a cover story, wondering to herself why she had even started to explain. "We might want to get a head start."

"If you leave anytime after 11am, we'll have to charge you for a full day." The man clarified the policy, eyeing Willow cautiously.

Willow noticed his look and forced herself into calm control. They didn't care when their guests left, only that they paid, she reminded herself. Smiling at the desk clerk, she continued with more ease. "That's fine. Sorry if I confused you. To be honest, I sometimes confuse myself. It's been a long drive and I'm a little tired."

Responding to her open smile, the clerk relaxed, his professional attitude melting under her eyes. He smiled back, flirtatiously. "I understand. May I see a driver's license, please, and I'll get you settled in for the rest of the night."

Willow cocked an eyebrow at his words, retrieved her license from her wallet and handed it to him. She waited patiently as he typed in her information, keeping the smile on her face each time he looked up at her. When he asked if she would like two queen sized beds or one king, her smile turned mischievous, unconcerned with how he would interpret it. "One king bed would be fine." Finally, she got her license back, the room key and a parking permit. Thanking the clerk, she turned to return to the parking garage, shaking her head at how difficult she almost made it. But now their room was paid for two nights. It would feel good to get some rest.

Buffy carried Xander this time, following Willow across the parking garage and to the elevators that led to the rooms. Willow found the right door and slipped the key card into the reader, opening the door at the signal and let them inside. She turned on the lights out of habit and made sure the windows were well curtained as Buffy laid Xander down on the bed. "One bed?" Buffy's sly smile returned to her face.

Willow shrugged her shoulders, even as she returned Buffy's smile with a hinted one of her own. "One bed."

Buffy shook her head a little and looked around the room. It was just another hotel room. Nicer than most, but just as plain in the end as all the others. "You wanna rest or explore?"

"We should stay here." Willow sat at the end of the bed next to Xander's feet. She began taking off his shoes. "Just in case Xander wakes up soon."

"I didn't know it would do that." Buffy laid down herself on the large bed, slightly away from Xander.

"It did the same to you." Willow removed the second shoe, letting it drop to the floor with the other. She looked up at his clothing, deciding she better just let him sleep in them. "It's just you have the Slayer thing. It must be like your super healing or something." She looked over at Buffy and then back to Xander. "We're gonna have to get some new clothes for ourselves real soon."

Buffy looked over to her sleeping friend, noticing the dirt and grass stains now on his pants and t-shirt. "Yeah. Well, if Dawn can figure out how to shoplift, I'm sure we can think of something." She started to remove her own shoes and socks, tossing them to floor beside her. "Personally, I'd love to get rid of this 'commando' feeling."

Willow looked over to her friend, shocked. "You're not wearing any underwear?"

"Nope." Buffy smiled at the look on Willow's face. "I showered, remember. And I wasn't gonna wear dead guy's. No power on this earth could get me to do that. So..." She shrugged. Buffy looked down at her clothing, suddenly unsure what she should do. They weren't going anywhere for the rest of the night and presumably, the next day. Should she strip? There was Xander right next to her. She was barely able to contemplate the idea of that with Willow in the room, and certainly not with Xander yet. Should she get under the covers, though, if she's clothed? And what about Willow? And there's only the one bed. She chose to lay back on top of the bed and contemplate the ceiling.

Willow's thoughts of slipping her hand down Buffy's pants were intruded on by Buffy mentioning Dawn's name. "How do you think Giles and Dawn are doing?"

Buffy closed her eyes. "Can we not think about that yet?"

"Okay." Willow was quick to agree. She bent down to remove her own shoes and socks. Thinking about what Buffy had just disclosed, she walked to the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

Buffy curiously listened for what Willow could be doing in the bathroom, but heard nothing very descriptive. Turning on her side, she stretched out beside Xander and started stroking his hair, the memory of him feeding from her filling her body with a low hum. She felt the connection this time, muted, but there. She willed him silently to wake up.

Willow was cursing Buffy. Suddenly, she couldn't stand the idea of wearing the days old underwear any longer. She hadn't wanted to put them on before, but couldn't bring herself to just not wear any. Now, she had no choice. She stripped herself from the waist down and put the offending garment in the trash. Redressing, she shifted at the odd feel of jeans that didn't fit quite right against bare skin. Still, it was better, mentally. Willow paused just outside the bathroom door and watched Buffy run her fingers through Xander's hair. Strange and stranger was still to come. The space open on the bed was next to Buffy, so she crossed over and lay down.

Buffy rolled over onto her back when Willow laid down next to her. "What were you doing in there?"

"Doing what you did." Willow settled down on her side, facing Buffy. "Going commando." She squirmed at Buffy's answering chuckle. "Don't laugh. These jeans don't fit right and it feels really weird." Willow nodded in Xander's direction. "How's he feeling?"

Buffy smiled warmly. "He's there, I can feel it this time." She took Willow's hand in her own and stretched Willow over herself to place the hand on Xander's chest. "Here, try it for yourself."

Willow hesitantly ran her hand over Xander's chest. It was hard with muscles, strange in its stillness. She felt the spark, a bridge that crossed between the aching gulf and connected her to that feeling she always had around Xander. She felt the friendship and admittedly, the desire that remained below the surface. Gaining confidence, she caressed his chest, wondering if he could tell he was being touched and who was touching him. She pulled her hand away after some time and finding herself draped over Buffy, propped up on her elbows to look down at her friend. "I feel it." She gazed into Buffy's eyes. Willow lowered herself to meet Buffy's lips with her own. She was sure she intended a friendly kiss, a confirmation of this connection too. She felt Buffy's arms wrap around her and pull her body down. Their legs wrapped over each others. The kiss deepened and hastened, tongues tangling deep into each other's mouths. Willow brought a hand up to cup Buffy's breast, kneading it and caressing the nipple with her thumb through the thin fabric. She felt Buffy's moan across her lips. Breaking the kiss, Willow licked her way down Buffy's jaw and neck, sliding her tongue over the bite marks there, eliciting another moan from Buffy. Fingers tangled in Willow's hair, kneading her head and urging her on. She continued down over the tight shirt and closed her lips over Buffy's nipple, nipping with her teeth.

Buffy arched into the sensations Willow was causing, suddenly wanting very much to remove all her clothes. She gently guided Willow over to her other breast, started to push and suggest Willow travel lower. This felt odd still, foreign if she opened her eyes and glanced down at the red hair hovered over her, but so absolutely right. It filled her, excited her. She turned from Willow to Xander. "Can you imagine if he woke up right now?"

Willow moaned in agreement at the image. She moved down Buffy's chest to where her shirt ended and brought the material up, just under her breasts to expose her stomach. She kissed and licked the skin, teasing whether she would continue up or down. "He might you know. Should I stop?" Willow looked up across Buffy's body and into her eyes. Her fingers continued the caress across the bared skin.

Buffy considered Willow. Her friend, her best friend, her mind corrected when sudden memories of high school years flew through her mind, lay hovered over her body, suggesting things her mind had never rationally considered. Still didn't rationally consider. She had only been reacting before, needing the connection. Now she was asked the question. Asked for a 'yes' or 'no'. And it was Willow, clearly Willow asking her this. Xander, the other part of the question, what if Xander woke up. Buffy didn't think he would this soon. She realized she wanted this. "Don't stop, Willow." Buffy stroked the hair from Willow's face. "Please don't stop."

Willow licked her lips and started to kiss her way across Buffy's stomach, moving up and tracing her tongue just under Buffy's breasts. Moving the shirt further up and over the breasts, Willow started to slowly explore and tease with her lips, tongue and touch. Confidently she moved over and across Buffy's skin, relishing the repeated 'yes' and moans she heard from Buffy. Spreading Buffy's legs apart, she settled her body between them and started to kiss her way down her chest and stomach, pausing and licking the skin just above the waistband. Willow glanced up at Buffy once again as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, opening them. She smiled as Buffy stared at her, desire clear in her eyes, and nodded 'yes', lifting her hips slightly in invitation. They both heard Xander groan and Buffy's hips fell back to the bed.

"I'm gonna kill him." Buffy stated, turning to see if Xander was truly waking.

"Again?" Willow laughed. She stayed as she was between Buffy's thighs, realizing that the fact that Xander might wake was part of the desire driving her to do this.

Buffy saw Xander stretch to wakefulness and open his eye. She quickly pulled her shirt down over her breasts. It was all she had time to do before Xander's gaze shifted over to her. She laid her hands at her sides and relaxed back, tilting her head on the pillow to face him. She glanced at Willow and realized Willow was staying where she was as well. Her mind flooded with the possible implications and was surprised when the thoughts excited her.

Xander studied Buffy's eyes, his mind foggy still and unable to read the intensity he found in them. "Now what happened?" He shook his head, trying to clear it and looked around the room.

"You got a second dose I guess you could say." Buffy answered.

"Where are we now?" Xander continued to try and piece it together.

"Portland, Oregon." It was Willow's turn to answer. "A hotel downtown."

"We've kept on the run, huh?" Xander stretched his body again.

"How are you feeling?" Buffy noticed he was much calmer now, less angry. She smiled when she considered that maybe Spike hadn't lied and this would work.

"Hungry." Xander growled. He turned his attention back to the women on the bed next to him. His eyebrows arched as he noticed Willow's position and Buffy's open pants. "Did I interrupt something?"

Willow answered with a smile, but it was Buffy who reached across the short distance and took Xander's hand in her own, stroking the back of it with her thumb. "Do you feel something different when I touch you?" Buffy started to explain.

Xander looked down at her hand in his. "Yeah. A kind of comfort. Sort of warm, I guess. Something." Xander was unable to place it exactly, but didn't worry about it. He could tell that Buffy understood. He shook his head a little in wonder.

"Xander," Willow softly continued the explanation, hoping Buffy wanted to lead this in the same direction, "when we really touch each other, sexually I mean, it's that much stronger. It fills us, and makes us feel whole again." She slipped her fingers under Buffy's shirt, tracing them over her skin, then let them slide down to the open 'V' of her pants.

Buffy closed her eyes, unable to watch Xander's reaction and unwilling to stop what Willow was doing, what she was proposing. She gripped Xander's hand tighter.

Willow watched Xander watching her fingers as they moved over the small area exposed below the waistband, barely slipping inside the pants only to reappear, back and forth. She settled back comfortably between Buffy's legs. She silenced her racing thoughts, letting herself just react to the situation and her desire, their desire.

Xander looked on intently, transfixed by what he was witnessing. He shifted to his side, the beginning of an erection suddenly making his pants uncomfortably tight. "So, you two..."

"Three." Buffy interrupted and corrected before she could censure herself. She opened her eyes to look for confirmation in Willow's and saw Willow lick her lips and smile. Buffy reached her free hand down and stroked Willow's face. She brought Xander's hand to her lips and kissed it. "Us." Her mind was mildly protesting what her body was feeling. Thoughts were pushed aside by ever growing desire. When Willow started to gently pull her pants over her hips, she didn't hesitate to arch up and let them slide down her legs and off.

Willow let the pants drop to the floor and looked up to see her friends intently watching her, watching what would happen next. She focused on Xander as she leaned down and started to slowly kiss, nibble and lick a trailing path up Buffy's leg. She smiled as the leg fell open, almost resting against Xander's and granting access. She watched Xander watching her as her tongue slipped out from between her lips and slid across the underside of Buffy's knee. She had secretly wondered what this would be like, knowing Xander thought of seeing her with another woman, and knowing her thoughts of being with Xander had remained. 'Gay now' had silently always held that one precious exception. She heard Buffy moan her name and looked up into her friend's eyes. She realized she was moving too slow, her friends were staying so still. Everyone was a little afraid. Buffy's eyes held more need than fear though. Willow took in an easy breath, letting the scent of Buffy's arousal spur on her own. She bent back down to Buffy's leg and kissed her way more aggressively up the inner thigh. She paused only a moment above Buffy's center, set her hands over Buffy's hips and ran her tongue through the folds of her pussy to end with a kiss above her clit. Willow hesitated no longer and went down on her friend. Nipping, licking, sucking; she filled her senses with her scent, her taste. Buffy arched under the onslaught and she pushed her back to the bed, her tongue slipping inside and out, sliding around and up, her lips moving to hum and suck over Buffy's clit. A trailing, echoing faint thought wondered what Xander, her oldest friend, thought of this, thought of her now.

Buffy smiled when it was Xander that moaned. Willow's tongue felt electric and a heat suddenly pulsed through her. 'So right!' Buffy's thought screamed its encouragement, letting her body react to the sensations. She pulled her hand from Xander's tight grasp and quickly removed her top. She watched as he opened his pants, his arousal evident. He stared at Willow, then at her; her chest, her eyes. She needed to feel him again. In the small distance that separated them, he appeared as only the image of her friend. She reached for him and wrapped her fingers through his hair, clasped the back of his head and guided his mouth to hers.

Xander felt something open in himself with the kiss as Buffy's tongue parted his lips and thrust itself into his mouth, searching. He felt whole, sated with belonging, with love, secure, even as his need erupted through him and urged for more. He bent forward, pressing himself to Buffy's lips, stroking himself against her thigh. His tongue slipped between her lips, playing, taunting, seeking to consume her. He growled, the vibrations hummed through them both.

Buffy gasped at the feel of Willow's tongue forcefully stroking her clit and felt fingers moving steadily inside of her. Xander moved his hungry search for more of her across her jaw, down her neck and further to a breast, his lips clamping over her nipple and pulling. 'So right, so much', her mind repeated. She arched suddenly, the intense explosion of sensations slipping past her lips as a cry, her hand clinging to the back of Xander's head. She pulled Xander up to lay his head on her shoulder, keeping him against her as she fell back on the bed. She moaned, stroking Willow's hair with her other hand, as the now gentle tongue continued to slide and twist through her center, lapping her climax and slowly building the sensations again. "Oh, hell." Buffy relaxed and gave in. "Willow..."

Willow smiled knowingly, feeling Buffy twitch and shift and slowly start rocking. Carefully she inserted a finger again and started slowly stroking. She rested her head on Buffy's thigh and watched the growing arousal play across her friend's face and body. Her own body ached with a need to be touched, the jeans caressing oddly as she rocked her hips slightly in time with Buffy's. She saw Xander stroking himself as well against Buffy's other thigh. She stared at the lengthening bulge that showed through the open pants and wanted to reach across and pull it free of the underwear that confined him. She continued to stroke Buffy and looked up into her eyes.

Buffy met Willow's eyes. "Willow..." She laughed and threw her head back against the pillow. "Xander, do you see what she's doing to me?"

"I see." Xander met Willow's amused gaze. He watched her hand move back and forth between Buffy's thighs. He groaned when he saw Willow openly stare at his erection and lick her lips. He couldn't believe this was happening, or what was happening inside him. Memories that had felt dim, muted, lost, started flooding back. Kissing Willow on the library floor. Watching Buffy walk across the school courtyard towards him. The three of them, laying together in Buffy's room, watching TV. His life anchored back into his body. It was never like this before though. Not even in the wildest of his dreams could it feel like this. His hand reached up and cupped Buffy's breast, his fingers dancing over the nipple then trailing down over her stomach. He felt her muscles jump at his touch. He continued down and across, leaving Buffy's skin to stroke Willow's cheek, his thumb grazing across her lips. He smiled when she kissed his thumb, then moaned as she brought her lips around it and sucked.

Buffy smiled and sat up, regretting the loss as Willow's finger slipped out, but intent on her actions. "It's your turn now," she informed Xander. She grabbed the end of Xander's t-shirt and pulled it roughly up and off. Pushing him back on the bed, she removed the rest of his clothing. She licked her lips as she watched Xander's cock twitch, erect and angled over him. This, she knew how to do. She just never thought she would be doing it with Xander. Buffy gently stroked his length, her thumb smoothing the precum over the head. She straddled his thighs and lifted herself over his cock, guiding it to the right position, she slowly lowered herself. He filled her: the erection, the connection, it all felt like it belonged. They were bonded, bound to each other. She fell forward, her hair falling around her face and stared at him. Slowly, she started rocking her hips, feeling him slide back and forth through her, flexing and contracting her muscles around him. She stared at him, smiling at the wonder evident on his face. 'So full, so right,' her mind chanted.

Xander lay still, stunned by the force of the desire that suddenly flooded him, drowning in the memories that cascaded over his mind. He lost himself in her eyes as Buffy bowed over him, her hair draped around her face, the scent of purely aching arousal surrounding them. He remembered the first time, that clear sudden moment, when he fell in love with Buffy. It was the night of the Harvest. Buffy was on the stage, confronting the Master's vessel, fighting for her life. Chaos was around them as they tried to lead the people out the door to safety and the vampires attacked, fed, and tried to keep everyone inside. He was in trouble, struggling with a monster so much stronger than himself and losing. Desperate, he called out. And Buffy, in the middle of her own struggle, responded. He heard her call out to him, barely ducked under the flying cymbal, and was suddenly released as the vampire holding him was beheaded and turned to dust. He looked up at her. She was on stage, flooded and bathed in the spotlight, and he fell in love. Xander looked up at her now. A smile softened her face, her eyes fluttered shut as she slowly lifted herself and rocked back down over and over and over his cock. Love. He felt it, needed to feel it. His hands clasped her hips and he began arching up, meeting her, matching the slow rhythm.

Willow sat up and watched her friends beside her. They were naked, slow fucking in front of her. She watched fascinated at first. Their bodies joined, Buffy lifting up, revealing Xander's cock, then lowering and sliding it back inside. When Buffy bent forward and started to kiss Xander, her hair falling over their faces, his hands roaming over her back, fascination turned cold. Willow sat apart, alone and empty. Buffy and Xander seemed to melt into each other; their movements growing faster, their passion greater; as one, their bodies rocked, slid and thrust. Willow was left to the side, merely an observer.

Suddenly Buffy arched up and sat back. Continuing her rise and fall over Xander's cock, she ran her hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face, and turned back towards Willow. She expected Willow to be watching them, but was crushed at the closed looked on Willow's face. Buffy reached back and beckoned Willow over to them. When Willow resettled on her knees beside them, Buffy leaned over and kissed her, passionately, urgently, needing to pour into Willow everything fucking Xander was making her feel. She remembered the high school courtyard in the sun, the three of them tangled together on the couch watching movies, dancing at the Bronze, and last battles, so many last battles. And now their dark death, together. Buffy undid Willow's jeans and slipped her hand inside, stroking her, needing more. She whispered directly into Willow's ear, "Take off your clothes."

Willow nodded and turned to look down at Xander. She undid the two buttons holding her shirt closed and let it slide off her shoulders, smiling when Xander smiled. Willow reached down and removed her jeans. It was Xander that then reached out to her and pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around her as she laid down on the bed beside them. Willow started stoking his chest, circling his nipples with her fingers. He was gazing up at her with his goofy grin, the one that had always made her heart leap before. She had always loved this man, for so long she couldn't place exactly when she had fallen in love with him. She needed to feel that again. Willow leaned down and kissed him, felt his tongue thrust into her mouth and finally got her friend back. She felt Buffy's hand over her ass, then a finger slip inside her and start to move slowly in and out with the same rhythm Buffy moved over Xander. Willow broke the kiss with a moan and at Xander's questioning look, she whispered in his ear. "Buffy's finger fucking me, Xander."

Xander groaned with Willow's words, the image slamming into his mind. Willow was licking and kissing his ear and down his neck. Her hands playing over his nipples and chest. He could feel her body sliding against his, her breasts on his chest, her leg draped over theirs. Buffy was sitting up, watching. She set a faster pace now, her body pulling up and almost leaving him then falling back down, twisting a little at each down stroke. It was a barely controlled bounce, her breasts swaying a little and her hair falling again over her face. He couldn't see what she was doing to Willow, but he could hear and feel through Willow was it was doing to her. His mind ceased to function as the sensations condensed and tightened inside him and finally snapped loose, sending him over the edge. He could feel Buffy clenching and shuddering over him. He tasted blood and didn't remember biting down on Willow's shoulder. He gently slipped his fangs out and lapped at the blood that had trickled down. "Sorry," he mumbled as his head fell back onto the pillow, exhausted. He felt Willow chuckle in response.

Buffy remained seated on Xander, still and limp. Her hand traced random patterns over his chest. Willow lay half beside them, half across Xander. Buffy smiled and moved her hand from Xander's chest to Willow's back when her friend pushed against the finger still inside her, subtly reminding her of what she was doing just before. "Poor Willow," Buffy teased as she restarted the slow finger fuck. She gently nudged Willow off Xander and over onto her back beside them, letting her finger slip out from Willow and promising with a seductive smile something more. Carefully, she lifted herself off Xander and resettled over Willow, resting her body over her friend's and starting a slow deep kiss. She felt their breasts moving against each others', felt Willow trying to stroke herself along her thigh, felt hands in her hair and on her back. Buffy let their bodies tangle into each other. She continued the kiss over Willow's lips, across her jaw and down her neck. Buffy kissed her way down to Willow's chest, wrapping and curling her tongue around her nipples and over her chest. She looked across Willow's body to Xander. He was still, smiling, intently watching her. She winked at him impulsively and continued down Willow's stomach. She felt Willow arching into her touch now, heard her name softly called again and again. She watched as Willow reached blindly out and found Xander's hand, wrapping her fingers through his and holding on. She kissed her way down to Willow's thigh and paused as Willow's legs spread open to her. She had never done this before. Buffy took an experimental breath, then leaned in and ran her tongue through Willow's pussy. She smiled when she realized she could enjoy this, wanted this. Buffy looked up at Willow and met the intense gaze following her every move. She closed her eyes and leaned in; kissing, licking, sucking every part of Willow's pussy, exploring. She let Willow's movements inform her, felt a hand on the back of her head, guiding her. She heard her name called out with force and need. Buffy focused on Willow's clit, licking and sucking. She felt Willow twitch and rock against her face, felt nails dig into her scalp so she quickened the pace; letting herself go, letting Willow's reactions lead her. She didn't stop until she heard and felt Willow's orgasm crash through her.

Buffy sat up and saw Willow's eyes flutter open and Xander staring up at her. She licked her lips, suddenly uncertain and very aware of everything that had just happened between them. Still, her body told her this was right; she was whole, they were her friends, and now they truly had done everything together. She laughed quietly and reached out to wrap her hand around theirs. Buffy laid down on her side next to Willow. She could feel the sun rising into the sky and knew the night was well over. "I'm thinking sleep now." She draped her arm over Willow and rested her head. "I've had about as much strangeness as I can handle in one night."

Willow held Buffy close, idly running her fingers along Buffy's back. Her mind was running crazy circles around what just happened: Buffy and Xander, and especially Buffy and no less, Xander. She closed her eyes and the image of Buffy between her legs played over and over. Her mind told her sleep might not come easy even as her body pulled her into contented, exhausted rest. "Curious and curiouser. Alice fell down the rabbit hole and this must be what drugs are like." Willow mumbled and felt Buffy's lips on hers, briefly. A goodnight kiss?

Xander rolled onto his side, trapping Willow between them and wrapped his arm over Buffy's and Willow. "Better than drugs, Will. I feel..." He watched as Buffy opened her eyes and smiled knowingly at him. "That was better than sex." Willow opened her eyes at him and he shrugged. She leaned up and kissed him. He leaned over her and kissed Buffy. Her lips were soft, moist and he slipped his tongue out to taste. He felt her pull back and heard her amused admonishment, "sleep Xander." "Sweet dreams," he wished them and settled back down next to Willow. The three of them fell as one into sleep.