Title: Lonely Together
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com
Site: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Author: Velvet Crypt
Pairing: Anya/Willow
Dedication: For Cas. Merry Christmas from your Secret Slasha!
Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.
Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby’s going.
Spoilers: Season 7; Same Time, Same Place
Summary: Willow’s homecoming
goes a bit differently.
Willow looked around the Summer’s
home, searching for something that remained from her time there. Each room she
visited made her heart clench a little tighter. She finally made it upstairs
and into Joyce’s old room…her and Tara’s old room…the room where she watched
her love murdered…
The bed was the same. The window.
The mirror. But, the pictures on the mirror…those were different. And the
clothes on the bed, definitely Buffy’s. Further perusal of the room proved that
Buffy had moved in here. She walked across the hall to Buffy’s former room.
Empty. Perfectly made, but empty. A guestroom. For a guest they didn’t bother
to meet at the airport. Or at the house. Or leave a note for.
Willow felt a familiar stirring. One
she’d spent several months trying to suppress. Anger. Betrayal. Pain. She
stormed back down the stairs and headed for town.
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The Magic Box was still in the same
place, but it was boarded up. Willow was about ready to turn away when the door
opened and Anya stepped out carrying a box. As Anya’s eyes met Willow’s, Anya
began backing up.
“What? What do you want? There’s
nothing left here for you to break or knock down. You got it all the first
time.” Anya struggled to keep her voice from quavering. Willow continued to
advance on her, herding her back into the shop. Anya looked vainly around for
help, and then sighed. “Fine.” She dropped the box she carried to the ground
and stood with her hands on her hips. “Is this going to be a fist fight or a
magicks battle?”
Willow flicked her fingers in Anya’s
direction and the vengeance demon flew backwards through the door. She landed
on her ass in a pile of plaster. She sat, glaring up at the witch. “Okay.
Magicks it is.” She allowed her flesh to bleed into its true visage and leapt
to her feet.
Willow just glared. “Where are
they?” She demanded.
Anya looked a bit confused. “Where
are what?”
“The others. Xander. Buffy. Dawn.
Where are they?” She growled. Anya rolled her eyes.
“Is that what this is about?” Her
face went back to normal. “How the hell should I know?”
Willow took a step closer. “Because
you’re a Scooby. And Scoobies always stick together, right?” She laughed
without humor. “Unless, one of the Scoobies pisses Buffy off. Then of course,
you must pay penance before returning.”
Anya warily brushed the plaster from
her pants. “Um, Willow? Should I be expecting a dye job and some vein action
here?”
Willow shook off some of her anger
and grinned. “Of course not. I’m all better.” Anya didn’t look convinced.
“Right. Well…like I said, I don’t
know anything about where they are now. I kind of pissed Buffy off myself.” She
waved her hand vaguely. “One little boyfriend turned wormy demon and she
totally wigged on me. Actually,” she pondered for a moment, “I really don’t see
much of any of them unless they want something.” She frowned. “Now that I think
of it, they kind of treat me like we used to treat Spike. Only they don’t pay
me!” She looked horrified. “Oh, my goodness! I’ve been rendering services for
no compensation!”
Willow snapped her fingers in front of
Anya’s nose. “Okay, so now we know they aren’t proper capitalists. Back to the
problem of where they are?”
Anya shrugged, still mortified.
“They’re probably at the High School. Everyone’s at the High School. Spike’s
insane in the basement, Buffy has some counselor job and Xander is doing the
construction on the building. See, they have jobs.” She gave a little frown of
irritation. “They expect me to let them do their jobs, but they won’t let me do
mine.”
Willow snorted. “Anya, you don’t
exactly have a job. You kill, maim and terrorize men who piss their girlfriends
off.”
Anya glared at her. “Oh, that’s rich
coming from you! At least I have purpose! I don’t just run around flaying
people and draining their magic and life force in a tantrum!”
Willow’s eyes darkened. “A tantrum?”
She asked lowly. “I had a tantrum? My lover was shot to death in front of me. I
was wearing her blood. Warren deserved what he got. He took the most beautiful,
loving person that ever lived from this world. I can’t hold her anymore. Or
tell her I love her. I can never see her again, Anya.”
Anya’s gaze softened. “I know,
Willow. I’m sorry. I know what you mean. I loved Xander more than anything in
any dimension. I would have done anything for him. But he left me. Threw me
away. I sometimes wish that he’d died. Because I have to see him now and know I
can’t have him. Watch him smile and know it’s not for me.” She dashed her arm
across her eyes roughly and took a deep cleansing breath.
Willow’s eyes faded back to their
normal color. “Why don’t you just leave Sunnydale, Anya?” She asked. “Move
somewhere else? Go wherever you stayed before you became human?”
Anya shrugged again. “I just feel
like I belong here.” She said quietly. “I had friends here. I had tolerance,
even if I never managed acceptance. I was useful. I guess that’s just kind of
hard to give up.”
Willow nodded. “I understand.” She
cracked a smile. “You know, Anya. Even though I don’t really like you, I feel
really in tune with you.”
Anya returned her smile. “Yeah. I feel
it too. I never liked you either, but I get how lonely you must feel with
everyone pretending you never came back, hiding from you, not leaving you any
note or giving you a phone c-“
“Okay, Anya! Getting the point
here!” Willow snapped. Anya nodded again and they stood quietly for long
minutes, each dwelling in her own misery. Eventually, Anya glanced up.
“So, you want to go to the Bronze or
something?”
Willow nodded. “Sure. It’s gotta be
better than standing here hoping you won’t ask me to help you clean up.”
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They managed to get a small table
near the dance floor. Willow got them drinks and they sat toying with the
glasses and watching the dancers gyrate to the sound of what was actually a
pretty good band. Anya smiled wryly. “I remember I came in here once, by
myself, wanting to drown my sorrows in anything alcohol. The stupid bartender
wouldn’t serve me. Underage.” She chuckled. “It’s strange that now that I’m
‘old enough’, I’m sitting here just staring at my glass.”
Willow shared her ironic smirk and
lifted her glass. “To finally being old enough to know how much life really
sucks.” Anya nodded and clinked her glass to Willow’s. Together, they threw
their heads back and drained the glasses dry. With a grin, they slammed them
down on the table and the solemnity was broken.
They made their way to the bar and
got refills, plus one just in case they didn’t want to get up when their first
one was gone, and then chased the teenagers from the couch. Granted, the
teenagers didn’t want to move. But, the unfortunate occurrence of all of their
drinks spilling in their laps at the same time convinced them that perhaps a
nice table by the exit would be better.
The girls curled up on either end of
the couch. Willow asked what Anya had been doing over the summer. Soon, they
had scooted together in the middle cushion and were discussing the intricacies
of magic. Anya warmed to the subject, though secretly she thought she would
have warmed to any subject. She didn’t feel lonely for the first time in
months. And Willow was so smart. She really got what Anya was saying. And she
wanted more! Not like, well, you-know-who who always told her he didn’t want to
hear about her days as an ‘evil-emasculator-of-men’.
After another round of drinks was
brought to them, thanks to a thought that Willow delicately ‘inserted’ into the
mind of the bartender, Willow stood. “I wanna dance. C’mon.” She held her hand
out and Anya happily grasped it and allowed Willow to lead her to the dance
floor.
They made quite the picture: the
redhead taking control of the blonde, the blonde melting into the possessive
grasp of the redhead. Willow claimed Anya’s hips, dominating her movements,
coordinating them with her own. Anya wrapped her arms around Willow’s neck,
closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a smile.
Willow’s hands began to wander,
setting fire to Anya’s skin. The vengeance demon blanked out the stray thoughts
reminding her that she disliked this usurping witch, that she was practically
having sex on the floor of a public place with another woman. She vaguely noted
the differences between the large, rough hands she was accustomed to feeling on
her skin and the tiny, smooth ones manipulating her now.
Willow found if she closed her eyes
and just let the music flow through her, she could almost bring herself to
imagine it was Tara in her arms. Almost. Tara had been curvy, luscious. Anya
was more angular, defined. Tara would never have let Willow practically take
her on the dance floor. Anya, though not a lesbian or even really a friend, was
perfectly willing to let Willow take her anywhere she damn well pleased. It was
rather heady.
Willow opened her eyes to the long,
pale column of the demon’s throat. She could see a drop of sweat trickling down
it, heading for cleavage below. Giving into temptation, she leaned forward and
captured the droplet as it breached the barrier of Anya’s neckline. She
followed the trail backwards, skimming her tongue along the sensitive flesh.
Anya moaned low in her throat,
vibrating against Willow’s tongue. She splayed her fingers and thrust them into
the fiery mass of Willow’s hair and pulled the witch tightly against her.
Willow followed the swipe of her tongue with tiny licks under Anya’s ear. When
she nibbled on the demon’s earlobe, Anya whimpered aloud.
“Anya?” Willow whispered against the
blonde hair.
Anya could only manage a strangled,
“Eruh?”
“You want to take this someplace
less…vertical?” She purred. Anya didn’t even bother to verbalize. She just
nodded and let Willow lead her from the dance floor.
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Anya fumbled with the key to her
apartment and heaved a sigh of relief when she finally heard the lock click.
Willow followed her in and pulled her jacket off, looking around. Hands
shaking, Anya moved to the stereo and clicked it on then picked up the lighter
and searched for calm in the action of lighting candles.
When the last candle was lit, she
turned to Willow, feeling more composed. The composure slipped a bit when she
realized Willow wasn’t in the room anymore. “Where’d you go?” She asked,
mentally cursing as her voice wavered.
“In here.” The voice came from the
bathroom. Anya stepped into the room to find a steaming bath being drawn and Willow
sniffing her bath oils. Some she smelled then put down immediately. Others, she
sniffed, nodded and poured a bit into the swirling water. “Feel like a bath?”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
Anya returned the smile and nodded.
“Sure.” Willow placed the bottle back on the vanity and stepped forward. She
tilted her head and latched on to a soft piece of skin on the underside of
Anya’s chin. She sucked gently, letting her hands wander over Anya’s hips and
ass. Anya sighed and let her head fall back again, thrilling at the havoc the
neck sucking was wreaking between her legs. She ran her own hands up Willow’s
shirt and marveled at the smoothness.
Willow broke the suction long enough
to tug Anya’s shirt over her head and drop it to the bathroom floor. She cupped
the demon’s breasts and nuzzled the valley between them before slipping her
hands around the back for the clasp to the bra. Moments later, she was back to
nuzzling Anya’s breasts, unimpeded by fabric.
Anya let her hands wander farther up
the expanse of Willow’s back and unclasped her bra as well. She regretfully
lifted Willow away from her chest to pulled the witch’s shirt and bra off in
one move. Ducking her head, she licked a tiny, pink nipple and was rewarded
with Willow’s first whimper of the night. She worked her tongue around it,
laving the skin surrounding it. Then she took the nipple between her teeth and
rolled it. Willow howled.
The redhead grabbed the wall beside
her as her knees went weak, not feeling anything but the warm mouth teasing her
and the tingling beginning in her stomach. She fuzzily realized that Anya was
undoing her pants and she obediently lifted first one leg and then the other.
She heaved herself back up from the wall to help Anya remove her own trousers
and found the demon had that problem taken care of already.
Willow grinned and stepped into the
tub. She eased down into the soothing water and beckoned Anya. The blonde
delicately stepped in and sank into the water and the embrace of the redheaded
witch behind her. They lay for long moments, basking in the warmth of the water
and the comfort of another body against their own.
Anya was dropping off to sleep when
Willow nudged her into an upright position. She complied and felt water
cascading over the back of her head. Smiling, she closed her eyes and let
Willow wash her hair. She reveled in the feel of Willow’s small but strong
hands threading through her wet locks, massaging the soap into her scalp. She
was disappointed when Willow rinsed the last of the bubbles from her hair.
But then, she felt the loofah slide
across her back, slick with body wash, and her disappointment sluiced off of
her like the soapy water Willow ran across her back. She had bathed him
like this once. He had thought it was great, but after the hand job, he wanted
to go to sleep because he had to work early the next day. Anya didn’t know how
far Willow was going to go, but she was damned sure going to reciprocate
whatever it was.
Eventually, Willow dropped the soapy
loofah into the water and commenced to use her hands. She ran them over the
slickened body in front of her and nearly purred when Anya arched up into her
touch. She slid the pads of her thumbs over the hardened nubs of Anya’s
nipples, pinching them gently. Anya leaned back into the witch’s embrace and
Willow began to tongue her ear.
Easing one hand down Anya’s body,
she made patterns on the woman’s soapy stomach. She dipped a finger into her
navel and possessively grasped her hip. Then she twined her fingers into the
soft curls at the vee of Anya’s legs. Anya’s legs fell apart with no active
suggestion from her brain. She could only feel. And she wanted to feel Willow
touching her.
A small chuckle escaped Willow’s mouth, absorbed by Anya’s skin, and she dipped her hand beneath the water. Anya yelped as Willow brushed over her clit. Her hips thrust upward and she was rewarded by the witch slipping one finger inside of her warmth. Anya tried not to thrust down onto it, knowing the awkward angle it presented, but it felt so good.
Willow added a second finger and
began to pump them in and out of Anya’s wet channel. She used her thumb to
tease her clit. Soon Anya was thrashing, moaning, begging for more. Willow
shifted a bit, slipping down further, and crooked her fingers. This time, Anya
howled. Willow moved harder, faster, making sure to scrape her fingers across
the roughened place deep within the demon each time. She brought her other hand
down to focus solely on the nub outside of Anya’s body and gently bit her neck.
It pushed Anya over the edge. She
came, shaking and trembling, mewling and whimpering. Willow held her as the
tremors subsided and then toed open the stopper on the tub. They sat, wrapped
in each other as the water drained out around them. Finally, Anya rose and
stepped out of the tub. She held out a hand to Willow and drew her to her feet.
She could see by the flushed skin, the hardened nipples and the wanton lust on
Willow’s face that she was still in the moment.
With a sweet smile, she led Willow
to the bedroom. She eased her down onto the bedspread and took a moment to
drink her in. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. Slightly damp hair, spilling like liquid
flame over the pillow. Pert breasts with perfect pink nipples standing hard at
attention. The dip of her waist was fluid, melting into her smooth hips. The
triangle of silky red curls summoned her attention.
She licked her lips and then crawled
up the bed and straddled Willow. With long, flat swiped of her tongue, she
marked every inch of exposed flesh on Willow’s torso, licking then nibbling as
though the witch were covered with chocolate. Hmmm, chocolate. If this is more
than a one-time thing, I’ll have to consider that, she smirked inwardly. She
felt Willow’s hands in her hair, clenching spasmodically as she dropped her
attention to the junction of Willow’s thighs.
The small whimpers and squirms
guided her as she parted the witch’s legs. She eased Willow’s knees up and
breathed in deeply the scent of arousal. With her feet flat and her knees bent,
Willow thrust her hips upward. Anya giggled and gave a tiny swipe of her tongue
to the dripping folds. Willow squeaked and threw her hands out to take on a
death grip on the bedspread.
Anya gave a tiny mental thank you
that Willow hadn’t grasped her hair that hard, and then went to work. She
licked and nibbled and worried the delicate folds of skin. She lapped at
Willow’s opening, and then replaced her tongue with her fingers. She began with
two, pleased at Willow’s easy acceptance of the invading digits. Since her
fingers had taken over her mouth’s task, she moved her questing lips up and
engulfed Willow’s sensitive clit.
As she suckled on the engorged
nubbin, she added another finger. Willow groaned and thrust upwards again,
trying to impale herself further onto Anya. A tiny idea flashed through Anya’s
mind. Had she done it before? Tara didn’t strike her as the experimenting type,
but they had been together a long time. Giving in to her internal debate, Anya
added a fourth finger. She then formed her hand into a wedge and included her
thumb.
Willow gasped and Anya felt the
witch’s internal walls constrict, then release. She moaned and let her legs
fall further open. Slowly, gently, Anya pushed. Willow’s head thrashed back and
forth on the pillow, and Anya kept looking for signs of pain. But when none
came, she gave a final thrust and sent her hand inside the warm cavern up to
her wrist. She paused for a moment, letting Willow adjust to the girth inside
of her, feeling the witch tremble around her hand.
When Willow had relaxed, Anya began
rolling her wrist, letting her knuckles scrape across the roughened patch. She
timed it so that she was alternating the rolling with the sucking and Willow
thought she was losing her mind. She couldn’t see anything, though her eyes
were wide open. She couldn’t speak, though her mouth was moving to scream in
pleasure. She felt her orgasm building like an earthquake, sending tiny quakes
through her limbs.
She tensed until she was sure she’d
have sore muscles the next day. Then Anya began to hum. And the world exploded.
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Anya gently eased her hands back
out, slowly, one finger at a time, still feeling the occasional shudders
Willow’s body made. She grabbed the cover off of the bottom of the bed and
pulled it up over the both of them. She could feel when Willow came back to
consciousness. She was surprised, however, when the witch opened her arms up
and let Anya snuggle under her chin.
The two outcasts lay there, each
staring at the ceiling in a different part of the room. Their thoughts were
swirling around in their heads even as their arms tightened around each other.
This was nice. Both knew it wouldn’t last. Both knew at some point they would
have to get out of bed, face the world outside the door. Anya knew she would
have to make peace with him if she wanted to continue to call the Hellmouth her
home. Willow knew she would have to face Buffy, Xander and Dawn eventually.
But for now, they could just be.
They could lay here and, for once, not be lonely alone. They could be lonely
together.
