Losers weepers

[cathy north]

Title: Losers Weepers

Disclaimer: They aren't mine though sometimes I feel they are. They're Josh's.

Rating: Not sure so I'll put it at NC-17 just in case.

Pairings: T & W, B & F, and Dawn is in here too, along with Joyce.

Type: A little bit of everything. BTVS type action, adventure and certainly romance too.

Feedback: You bet.

Chapter 1



The girl was tall, 5' 11" to be exact, with long white, blond hair that many girls would die for. And some had. She usually wore it down, spilling over her shoulders but today, as she sipped the soda before her from a straw, she had it tied back up in a poni-tail and even then it reached halfway down her back.

Holding the cup on the table before her with one hand she played with the open collar of her yellow, summer dress with the fingertips of the other. The girl turned her grey eyes, some would have added cold, as in cold grey eyes, to the mirror mounted on the wall of the food court just opposite of where she sat. She studied herself momentarily. Her tanned skin was blossomed by the brightness of her dress. Yes, she looked exceptionally well today. Too well. A few boys were trying to make eye contact with her but she couldn't be bothered. She had more important things on her mind. And they didn't include sophomoric games with high school kids.

She glanced impatiently at the watch on her wrist.

"She's a few minutes late," she thought. "Very uncharacteristic of her."

The girl leaned back in her chair. How should she approach her quarry? Coyly? Boldly? She had been wondering just how to make the initial contact for weeks now. She had spent a great deal of time learning about this girl. Learning her habits, her likes and dislikes. Finding out about her, and also about her friends. She had discovered a great deal. More than she really needed to know.

One of her friends was more than just a friend, she was her lover. She would have to be dealt with of course but not immediately. There was time for that. On the other hand, two of her friends were dangerous. Very dangerous. They would have to be taken care of, neutralized, promptly.

But, she sighed, first things first.

The girl and making her acquaintance was the priority.

And there she was now.

The blond watched as the girl she was referring to came into the food court, paused, then went over to one of the food concessions and ordered. She was wearing a white, peasant girl blouse, tight black skirt and knee high white boots. Her dark hand bag, which was strapped over the bare corner of her shoulder, hung down to her waist where she was fumbling through it no doubt looking for her wallet.

Very pretty, the blond thought. Well, not knockout pretty, but certainly attractive in an innocent way. Her red hair was drawn in a tiny set of pig tails and it made her look younger than she actually was.

The blond waited for the redhead to make her purchase, a soda, then go over to a table and sit down. Gathering her own soda into her hand she rose and went over to where the redhead was sitting.

"Hi. Do you mind if I join you? Those boys are beginning to annoy me. I think they think I'm here to be picked up. Maybe if I sit with you they'll quit goggling me."

The redhead smiled and rolled her green eyes. "I know what you mean. Come sit down. Safety in numbers and all that."

"I'm Dusty," the blond said sitting down and placing her cup on the table. "Yep. That's not a nick name. Dusty is my real name."

"And I'm Willow. And yep, that's my real name too."

Dusty looked over, extended her hand and gave Willow her brightest smile. There, she thought as she gathered Willow's hand into hers, the die has been cast sweet Willow.

Willow made a quick look round before bringing her hand to her mouth to cover her smile. "A couple of those guys are in my biology class so there not high school kids. They're really kinda sweet," then she paused, "when they're not in a pack."

"Are you at UCSunnydale?" Dusty already knew the answer to the question. that was one of the first things she had learned about Ms. Willow Rosenberg.

"Yeah. my first year. How bout you?"

"No. I just moved into the area. I was at UCLA for two years. needed a break so I took this semester off. I'm kinda just bumming. Trying to find myself I think they call it. I'm really at a loss as to what to do with my life."

"The eternal question. I think I'm about to face that myself. My parents wanted me to attend USC instead but.......geez.......I'm not sure what I want to do." Which was true. Her parents, because they didn't know, hadn't factored in one very important point. Dear Tara. Any direction Willow was going to move in had to include Tara Maclay. Willow now lived in a dorm on campus even though she could easily have made the commute from home. Tara was her room mate. Enough said.

[myfamiliar2824]

Great start and who does this Dusty think she is? Trying to move in on OUR girls like that. LOL. Curious to see where this goes.

[Willowtree252]

OK got my attention now lets reel it in here damn that was quite a first chapter my interest is in high gear here.

[diamondforever]

Nice. You've captured this Kitten's attention!

[JujuDeRoussie]

Hello!

You hooked me up... I am curious and thise tease my curiosity... who is this Dusty? And what's this name?? lol

Thanks,

Julia

P.S.: I had already read it but didn't let a feedback.. don't know why... I think my computer may be too much crashy ^^

[cathy north]

Chapter 2

"My friend, Tara, is suppose to meet me here," Willow said looking around.

"Really? I don't want to interfere......"

"No. No," willow said quickly reaching over and giving Dusty's wrist a squeeze. "I didn't mean to make you think that. I just wanted you to know I was looking for her. Not ignoring you. I'd like you to meet her in fact. I mean, you being new in Sunnydale and all. You might need a friend now and then."

This is going better than I could have hoped, Dusty thought. She wondered if she should stick around and meet Tara. Dusty didn't want to proceed too fast. She had no interest in Tara. Her complete focus was on the cute redhead across from her. Then again, meeting Willow's friend might be advantageous too. It would be another foot in the door before she slammed it shut, forever, on the once cuddly twosome.

Dusty spotted Tara first. Of course she couldn't acknowledge she knew exactly what Tara looked like. She didn't want Willow to know, or suspect, Dusty had been following them around for over two months.

Tara was wearing a loose, cotton blouse and a pair of faded blue jeans. A pair of worn, open toed sandels on her feet completed the casual image. Dusty said nothing as she waited for Willow to spot Tara. When she did Willow stood up and waved in Tara's direction. "TARA! Over here."

Tara broke into a smile and came over to the table. She nodded to Dusty then quickly planted a kiss on Willow's cheek. She was being careful. Nothing too demonstrative. Too open. Just a couple of friends exchanging a quick buss, at least that's what it appeared to the uninformed spectator.

Tara sat down a gave Dusty a friendly hello.

"Hi back," Dusty said. "Willow saved me from a pack of gawking guys."

"Hardly a rescue. This is Tara, Dusty. My very best........."

"Among her very best," Tara cut in, "friends. There's also Buffy. And Zander. And Buffy's sister Dawn. And Faith."

"OK. OK. Dusty gets the picture. Dusty here is attending UCLA. Or was. On a sabbatical at the moment."

"Looking for a job is more accurate." Dusty said.

"Oh really?" Tara turned her full attention to Dusty. "Well, if I had your looks I'd take my sabbatical right over and investigate the modeling profession."

"That's kind of you, Tara. Without sounding aloof, or conceded, I have thought about it but I think I want something from life more lasting." her eyes switched from Tara's to Willow's. "More.....er, permanent."

"Oh," Tara felt a twinge. Jealousy? Was this girl hitting on Willow? Nonsense, she concluded. She's just being friendly.

"Hey," Tara rose to her feet. "How about a coke? You owe me."

"I was hoping you'd forget." Willow went through her hand bag and pulled out some dollar bills. "How bout you Dusty?"

"No. I'm fine."

Willow slid her handbag over to Dusty. "Keep an eye on it, okay, while I pay off this greedy girl's wager."

Tara and Willow went over to the nearest concession and got in line. Dusty watched them for a few moments. They kept brushing and bumping into each other as they chatted, their eyes never losing contact. Dusty knew they were having a difficult time keeping their hands off each other.

While she watched the two Dusty placed the handbag in her lap. Protectively, of course. But also, she slipped her hand inside and felt through the contents. She needed something of Willow's. Something personal. Her fingers soon found an item that would do. A tube of Willow's lipstick. Dusty pulled it out and dropped it into her own purse.

Willow and Tara returned with the cup of Coke and sat down.

"Hey guys, I got to go." Dusty said before they settled. "I've been under your protective wing long enough."

"Don't go. Tara and I are going to shop. Why don't you come along. A third opinion is always welcome."

"Thanks but I'm going to run along. It's been a pleasure. You've been so nice. See ya round."

* * * * *

"Well? What do you think?"

Buffy looked up from the book she was reading. Faith was standing just inside the living room entry. She held her hands up gesturing. Then she dropped one of them down onto her hip and did a quick pirouette.

Faith was wearing a deep blue, grey pin stripped suit. Slacks, not a skirt. Under her jacket she had on a white, collared blouse with a red and blue stripped tie. The Windsor at the neck was loose and slid down a few inches from her neck. On top of her head was a man's hat tipped jauntily to one side.

Buffy examined Faith for a long while. The slacks didn't do any damage to the dark haired girls wonderful butt although the bottom of the suit jacket hide the full roll of her buttocks. The slimness of the pants made Faith's legs look attractively longer.

"Well?" Faith pressed doing another quick turn.

"Butchy," Buffy said flatly,

Faith looked taken aback. "Like in bull dykey?"

"No. Butchy." Faith moved slowly over to the leather chair Buffy was sitting in. She took the book Buffy was reading and flipped it onto the floor beside the chair. Then Faith placed her hands on the arm rests of the chair and lowered her mouth onto Buffy's. She worked Buffy's mouth open with her own and after increasing the pressure on Buffy's lips she drove her tongue inside. Buffy responded and felt the heat inside her rise as her tongue rubbed aggressively against the one inside her mouth.

Faith broke off the kiss and sat down in Buffy's lap. "Butchy huh?"

"Butchy," Buffy reiterated. "Butchy fuckable."

"Oh my lord," Faith said to the ceiling. "Does this naughty girl eat with that same mouth?"

Buffy slid her hand inside the suit jacket and cupped Faith's left breast. "As a matter of fact she does. And no one has claimed to be unhappy about that."

Faith rose and pulled Buffy up with her, the blonde's hand still inside the suit coat. "I think we need to talk in the bedroom where we can get to the bottom of all this."

[JujuDeRoussie]

Hello

Now I'm confused ^^ What kind of things does she want from Willow?
Short update but nice

[Willowtree252]

I am not confused she wants willow and Tara is fixing to burn from Jealousy right we are fixing to have a tug of war and I love it of coarse Tara will win in the end but let the games begin

[cathy north]

Thank you all. And thank you guys for being interested. It has a way to go so I don't want to reveal where it is headed but theer will be action and SEX. I wasn't sure when I started how far either go tho it's pretty well locked in my head. I'm trying to read others fanfics but, whew, it's going to take a while. I want to comment and be supportive just like I would want in return.

[betsy O'shea]

Hmmmmmmm. Dusty is a work. What is she planning? I like nasty villianesses (to a certain point). There is definetely conflict about to happen.

[love_2003]

That Dusty girl is a shady character; i'm not going to like her am I?
I will continue reading the story though.
Keep the updates coming.

[cathy north]

Chapter 3


It took a while to reach the bedroom. The hat was first to go. It landed on the coffee table by the couch. The suit jacket was soon resting over the door knob by the bedroom. Through this all one mouth never left the others. Sweet, lingering kisses turned into hot, passionate ones and then back.

Finally they parted long enough for Buffy to lead Faith by her red and blue power tie over to the foot of the bed.

Standing there, her mouth again on Faith's, Buffy's hands started roaming all over Faith's white blouse. Buffy's palms on each of the clothed breasts below, pressing, cupping, feeling.

Faith's own hands went down and found Buffy's rounded butt and, one on each side, drew Buffy's hips into her as yet another kiss intensified. Buffy had learned long ago that it didn't take very much to heat up Faith. The dark haired Slayer aroused quickly and when she did she put her whole soul into it as she was doing now. Buffy was usually a slower starter but they hadn't made love for over a week, an eternally long time for even Buffy. For Faith, it seemed like centuries.

"Oh Buffy, sweetheart," Faith whispered, her body alive and crying for Buffy's touch.

Buffy's hands were Buffy's response and they attacked the buttons on the front of Faith's blouse. They kissed once more. Then, as it intensified, they each were swallowing the others groans as the blouse was freed and rolled off Faith's shoulders to become a pile on the floor. Buffy teased Faith's tongue into her mouth and she flicked and rubbed and then sucked it deeper and deeper. Buffy's fingers slid into the cups of Faith's bra to find the hardened, aroused nipples. Drawing her head back, Buffy began to fellate the dark haired girl's tongue. Her lips, firm but yet soft, slid back and forth, back and forth increasing the tempo to a fever pitch.

As she did this, Buffy undid the button, then the zipper, of Faith's pants. With a quick movement Faith kicked her shoes off just before her pants formed a pool on the floor at her feet.

Faith was now standing in a soft pair of lace trimmed boy cut panties. Buffy pulled back to look up and down the length of Faith's body before dropping to her knees and tenderly kissing the exposed flesh of Faith's right thigh. The left was next, then the right again. Tender kisses followed by small painless, but arousing, bites. Faith moaned. her eyes closed, her head layed up and back enthralled by Buffy's soft kisses. She was now a total slave to the welling lust inside her.

"On baby. Oh honey." Faith whispered as she placed her hands on Buffy's head, grabbing a handful of thick blond hair.

Faith, now, could stand no more. She reached down and with one quick motion pulled Buffy's tank top up over her head and threw it aside. Almost viciously she pulled Buffy's shorts down and off.

Now it was just their bras and panties that separated their nakedness.

They fell into each others arms once again locking their hungry mouths. The force of the kiss drove Faith onto her back across the bed. Under Buffy's weight she squirmed trying to press her body closer against Buffy's. They were afire, their wet centers thrusting needily against the others.

Unbelievably, they heard the footsteps at the same moment.

"Oh shit!!" Faith gasped freeing her lips from Buffy's.

"Someone's here. We didn't lock the door."

There was no where to go. Nothing to do but scramble beneath the covers of the bed, They just managed to pull the top sheet up to their chins when Dawn Summers burst into the room.

"Hey!! Guess who has the lead in the school play?" Dawn did a little hop and bounced over to the bed.

Dawn tilted her head to one side, a small, perplexed grin on her mouth. "Were you guys taking a nap?"

[Willowtree252]

Oh Cathy you have no idea just what kind of a nap they almost took I am loving this for so many reasons keep it coming. This was real hot ......... damn Dawn anyway.

[JujuDeRoussie]

Hello!

That was so funny!!! I was there thinking "how it is going to be hot!"... and poof! little Dawn!
That was a good one...
Oh and byt the way... Faith was wearting a tie and a hat.... makes me think of someone

I want to comment and be supportive just like I would want in return.

Be with the others as you would like them to be with you... That's what my grandma told me when I was a kid.

Thanks for the little "interlude" ^^

Now if next time you do this with Willow and Tara I may not laugh as much (kidding)

Julia

[cathy north]

Chapter 4

Faith rolled her eyes. "Want to explain? She's your air headed sister after all."

Dawn put a hand to her mouth as a look of realization crossed her face. "Ooo....Oh my. I mean I'm sorry. I was so excited. I guess I didn't think." She pressed her hands to her temple, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Buffy sighed and reached over and patted Dawn on the arm. "It's okay." She wasn't sure she meant it but she wasn't about to drive the disaster any further then it already had gone. Faith, when her libido was up, didn't come down easily. Then there was her temper. Buffy would make it up to her later in a very special way.

It wasn't as if Dawn wasn't aware of the relationship between Faith and her sister. Or what two in love lesbians engage in in the privacy of their bedroom. And her close friendship with Tara and Willow had uncovered, generally by chance, the not so hidden secrets of their bedrooms antics. Nor did she find that two girls making love was in anyway distasteful. The truth was she had secret desires of her own. Fantasies that often included Faith. As well as Willow, Tara and her. The three of them. She so wanted to join in but had never had the courage to ask.

Plus there was the rejection factor.

Now here she was sitting on the bed her sister and her own lover had been............

"I'm really sorry, guys," Dawn said once again.

"Don't be concerned," was all Faith could muster. Her voice held less conviction then Buffy's had.

Faith let the sheet drop from her chin. Uncovered, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

At that moment more footsteps were heard and Tara and Willow entered the bedroom carrying the plastic bags containing their purchases. Unlike Dawn they assessed the situation immediately.

"Oh lordy, lordy. Are we interrupting something?" Willow said turning away since she couldn't help but smile at Faith standing with her mouth open in her undies by the side of the bed..

"Just my hormone explosion seeping to the floor." Faith said moaned before hurriedly going into the bathroom across the room.

Buffy, though frustrated too, was kinder. "Come on. Join the party. We're just one big happy family after all."

Willow and Tara came over and sat hesitantly on the foot of the bed. They looked at each other both unsure as to what to say now that they were where they were at.

"While you're there why don't you hand me my shorts and top." Buffy wiggled a finger in Willow's direction.

Willow gathered them off the floor. "Hmmmmmmmm. You look kinda cute just as you are, Buffy. Panties and bras always ............."

"Hand them over, please. My clothes." Buffy ordered playfully. She quickly slipped them on.

Willow fingers interlaced with Tara's. "Tara and I have news. Big news."

"Oh. You've a part in the school play?" Buffy was thinking she had had enough of 'big news' for the moment. She had big news too. She hadn't got laid.

Buffy's remark puzzled both Willow and Tara but when Dawn weakly gave a little, meek wave of her hand they understood.

"That's wonderful," the two witches squealed. They knew Dawn had been anxiously been waiting to find out if she had won the lead role in the current school play, GREASE.

Dawn, lit up briefly but quickly sobered and desperately wanted to change the subject. She addressed Willow and Tara. "What is your big news?"

"Red's PG I bet." Faith was out of the bathroom and she had brought her sarcasm with her.

Everyone laughed, even Willow. "Not yet but look........" Willow held up her left hand. Tara did the same. On each of their ring fingers were indeed rings.

Tara giggled. Y..ya need a microscope to see them b...but they are diamond rings."

"It's all we could afford but we are officially engaged to be married." Willow turned to everyone one at a time beaming delightfully.

Dawn, Buffy and even Faith hugged the two. In the case of the latter two it was wonderful news. Dawn, felt suddenly saddened, She was happy for them of course, but somehow she felt as if some thing had been taken away from her, Dawn Summers. Five minutes ago she had been elated, filled with her own good feelings. It wasn't so much that her news had been trumped, overshadowed, being Buffy's kid sister had provided that moment many times. but, now all three people she had secretly craved had been taken away, in Willow's and Tara's case, permanently. She watched Faith, standing among the happy group and wondered just how deep her relationship with her sister had gone.

Envy? Jealousy? Yes, that's what she was feeling.

Dawn was spared any more wallowing in the gloom that was overtaking her when the cell phone in her purse rang. She pulled it from her purse and listened.

What she heard turned her face ashen.

Buffy had noted that Dawn was on her cell and saw her sister's reaction. The call wasn't just a chatty friend making a social call.

"Dawn? What's the matter?"

Dawn's arms dropped to her side and the cell phone clattered to the floor. "It's mom. She was attacked. She's been hurt."

[cathy north]

Chapter 5


"I'll be perfectly fine," Joyce Summers said adjusting the ice pack that was resting against her jaw. She looked around sheepishly at the group surrounding her as she sat at the kitchen table. The truth was she would have preferred to be lying down on her nice, soft living room couch but she didn't want to cause any more worries to the group of concerned girls then she already had. Being prone might have suggested she was much more injured than she was.

"Ma? You were beaten up," Dawn was much more upset at the situation than her older sister Buffy was. Not that Buffy was taking it lightly but it just was that she, Buffy, was much more used to physical nastiness than was her younger sister.

"I wasn't beaten up," Joyce snapped. "I was.....well I was punched out. That's what it adds up to."

Dawn threw up her hands in exasperation, then folded her arms across her chest and walked away to stand by the sink.

"We're just worried about you, Mrs Summers." Willow was standing next to where Joyce was sitting. She had one arm draped, protectively over the older woman's shoulder.

"Yeah. Red's right." Faith said. "You were unconscious. That's a serious........."

"I'm not trying to be heroic. I'm a little embarrassed at the moment is all. Getting knocked out with one punch isn't exactly a feather in my cap." Joyce addressed Faith trying not to sound as if it were a reprimand. "Besides Faith, you're a fine one to talk about my well being. After all it wasn't all that long ago you yourself knocked me out. And assaulted Buffy too."

"I wasn't myself," was all Faith could muster in her defense. Six months back she had been a rather evil person. An angry young girl. She had literally slugged Mrs. Summers and to top it off she had decked Buffy also. And then she had switched bodies with Buffy's. She wished she could reverse it all, that period of her life, but she couldn't

Buffy was sitting beside Faith at the table. She reached under it and patted Faith affectionately on the knee. Let it go, the gesture said.

"L...let's take a look at that j..jaw of yours again." Tara took the ice pack from Joyce's hand. "It's really not bad. Hardly swollen. And make-up will cover the bruise."

"You are sure it was a woman that did this?" Willow asked.

"Positive. I couldn't be mistaken about that. She was wearing a ski mask but I think when I showed up I took her by surprise since it was....askew sort of. I could see blond hair poking out one side. I think she thought I had left. Which I had. But halfway to work I remembered I had left the credit card payment on my dresser. And it was due so I had to come back home and get it in the mail. She was in Dawn's room when I got to the top of the stairs. That's about it. She came after me and it was "lights went out Joyce.'"

Joyce thought for a second. "And it was a woman. You know.... the bumps in front and all."

"Okay, okay. You've made out a police report. Now. Is anything missing?" Buffy addressed Dawn since the thief, or burglar, or whoever, had been coming from Dawn's room when the attack occurred.

"I didn't find anything of any real value missing. It's not like i actually have anything a thief would want." Dawn came back and sat at one of the empty chairs.

Joyce shrugged. "When I finally came to the first thing, even before calling the police, was to see if any of my jewelry was missing. It was all there so it beats me what she was after. I had my purse with me when she kayoed me. It was lying next to me so she didn't grab it before leaving. Nothing much in there anyway."

"I suppose," Willow said. "You must have scared her. Showing up unexpectedly and all, so after knocking you out, she probably decided to get out of here before things got worse."

"Hey, guys wait. You didn't let me finish. I said nothing of real value was taken. But there is something missing."

Everyone turned to Dawn.

"Well.....what's missing is my little pink teddy bear," Dawn continued. "I always kept it on top of my dresser. Next to my make-up kit. I won it at the carniva when I was ten. It's my good luck charm. I saw it was gone right off. Isn't that odd? Why steal a teddy bear? It can't be worth more then a few dollars."

* * * * * *

Willow and Tara returned to their dorm room. Tara, who had an evening class, was showering while Willow got ready to go for a workout at her health club. Rather than carry a bag she usually dressed before going over. Both were a little subdued because of the day's events. Willow and Tara were both very fond of Joyce and it was very upsetting that such a lovely person as she was had been accosted.

"I hope she'll be alright," Tara had said before climbing into the shower.

Willow had assured her Joyce would be. But that wasn't all that Willow had on her mind. Something else was bothering her and she hadn't told Tara about it because, at the moment,
she wasn't sure if she should. Or that it had really happened. She couldn't even explain it clearly to herself.

She thought back to when they were all back in the kitchen and when she had turned to Tara it wasn't Tara that was standing beside. Instead, as clear as day, stood the girl she had met at the mall. The young woman named Dusty.It had taken her by surprised. No. It had shocked her. Willow had looked quickly to the others wondering what was happening. Did they see her too? Where was Tara and why was Dusty standing in her place?

Willow was about to haltingly speak to Dusty when Dawn had began about her missing teddy bear. That had distracted Willow for a short time. Then when she looked back it was Tara again that was standing there. Though she had said nothing it had unnerved her.

Reflecting back, now, it unnerved her even more. Was she delusional? What had happened back there in the kitchen?

Tara came out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel. Willow grabbed her purse off the desk by the foot of her bed and gave Tara a quick kiss. "See ya later sweetheart."

Before Willow could go out the door Tara grabbed Willow by the wrist. The second kiss was firmer and it held much more promise than the one Willow had given Tara. When the kiss was broken off Tara smiled wickedly at Willow. "Don't work out too hard. Save some energy for me tonight. I need some attention babe."

Willow stroked Tara's arm. "There's always enough energy for my girl."

It was only a short walk over to the health club which was just off campus. At the health club Willow found a treadmill in the corner and stepped onto it. She usually worked out using the thread mill, then the step-master and then a few weights to top it off. Enough to build up a aerobically inhanced sweat. She wasn't into Buffy's or Faith's level of fitness routines. Their physical abilities far outstripped Willow's. All the red head wanted was a little sweat and a little muscle tone.

Willow punched in a 20 minute program and heard the machine kick into gear. She might have been on for only a few minutes when the machine next to her became occupied.

"Well, Willow. How nice to see you again."

Willow looked over and saw Dusty's smiling face as she climbed onto the machine.

[lilkitty1389]

ooo what's dusty doing there? I really like your story can't wait for the next update! Keep up the great work!

[Willowtree252]

I love this story so much but Dawn is worrying me. Whats up with her? I am so happy Willow and Tara are marrying each other More soon please.

[cathy north]

Chapter 6


"Oh! Hi Dusty." This is too much, Willow thought to herself. At first seeing her made Willow uneasy but the smile that was directed her way was warm not the plastic kind you often encounter in chance meetings. Besides, and quite honestly, she looks hot. Her gym outfit was powder blue, tight across the butt and loose around the breasts following rises and the valleys rather then stretching taunt from one peak to the other. She was wearing a baseball cap and the blond pony-tail was pushed out through the slot in back.

"Seems were destined to run into each other today," Dusty said punching in her program. The tread mill cranked up and after a little adjustment she was walking about the same pace as Willow.

"Sure seems to be the case. Crazy isn't it? Geez, I've been here about every day since the semester began and I don't think I've ever seen you here before. Now I run across you twice in the same day"

"Oh, I just joined the club yesterday," Dusty explained as she glanced around at the other machines, almost all of which were occupied. "This is sure the popular place. Sunnydale is a healthy community."

"Not really. You'd be surprised the things that go on around here." If she only knew.

While they did their aerobic exercises Dusty and Willow chatted over nothing important but the low level conversation made the workout, which could often be tedious, pass quicker. Willow found herself to be totally at ease with Dusty although the episode in Joyce Summer's kitchen still lurked in the back of her mind. Dusty was pleasant and was full of questions about Willow's life, who her friends were, what she liked. She seemed genuinely interested in Willow. And soon Dusty even managed to steer the conversation to Tara.

"Are you really close friends?"

Willow wanted to say more than she did but only admitted that they were 'very close'. That angered her in that she wanted to someday have the courage to admit to all who asked about her and Tara that they were in love. But........she didn't, although somehow she felt that Dusty already knew the depth of Willow and Tara's relationship.

"Do you have back friends back home, Dusty? I bet you have tons of boyfriends."

"Not really. Been kind of a loner I guess. Pretty well keep to myself most of the time." Dusty looked away breaking the eye contact momentarily.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes it's just nice to be alone with the quiet. I like to read and sometimes it takes getting off, away from everybody, to do that."

Willow studied Dusty and her eyes drifted down to the fineness of the blonde's figure. She just couldn't help herself. What the heck, she thought, she is one of the most attractive young women she had ever seen. Willow thought about Tara. She too was a hottie but her looks didn't really knock your socks off like Dusty's did. That was no knock on Tara, there's more to appeal than just looks, but Dusty was movie star beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.

Dusty wasn't unaware of that Willow was sizing her up. She tipped her head and boldly did the same to Willow. "You're very appealing Willow." Then added, "Also." It was apparent she knew the effect she had on others.

At those words Willow blushed. Dusty was actually hitting on her. Or was she? Naw. Just simple flattery, she decided. Still, it's not the kind of thing you just drop on another person out of the blue. Not another girl at least unless you were sure of her.... orientation.

"I mean it Willow. I bet you get a lot of offers from......from different people."

"Not at all. Pretty much the local wall flower." Willow tried to brush off the compliment. Yet, she was not completely unflattered by Dusty's comments.

When they finished their workout on the thread mill they moved to another machine, the StairMaster. After that a quick session with the weights and their chatter never missed a beat. Willow found she was enjoying Dusty's company very much. Too much? She questioned herself about that.

When their workout was over Dusty put her hand lightly on Willow's elbow, a gentle gesture not at all aggressive. "Why don't you let me buy you an apple juice down in the snack bar? It's been really fun tonight. I want to show my appreciation for you making the evening fly bye."

The offer sounded nice. But.......but as nice as the evening had gone, Willow thought, that might be taking things a bit to far. Oh, the night was all......innocence ....but it might not seem to others to be that. And to her it almost sounded like being on a date.

Willow let a painful expression cross her face. "I really have to go, Dusty. Got tons of studying to do. Thank you for asking though."

"Rain check then?"

Willow shrugged. "Sure. Rain check."

* * * * *

By the time Willow reached the door to her dorm room she was frantic. But why, she asked herself? Did she feel guilty? Guilty because she had, on one level, enjoyed Dusty's company. On the other she wanted very badly to get away from her. Was she frightened that there was a chance Dusty would .............? Never.

As she reached to open the door she paused to congratulate herself for not accepting Dusty's rather innocent invitation. That seemed to calm the turbulence inside her.

Willow swung the door open and immediately everything got even better. Tara was at her desk bent over an open textbook. The room was dark except for the table lamp on the desk at her elbow. The light, as dim as it was, highlighted Tara's blond hair and the soft curve of her neck and chin. Tara was wearing a pair of beat up, black denim pants and a spaghetti strapped tank top that failed to hide her bra straps. Willow thought Tara had never looked lovelier than she did right now.

As Willow came into the room, Tara flicked her fingers in Willow's direction as a sign of acknowledgment.

Placing her purse on the bed Willow went over to where Tara was sitting and wrapped her arms around her from behind. When Tara looked up to say hello, Willow crushed her lips against Tara's and deepened the kiss until her lover's head was all but bent over backwards. Without so much as a preamble, Willow pushed her left hand under the tank top and started stoking the exposed flesh beneath. Her hand moved to to cup the cup of the bra.

There was no resistance from Tara. Her lips parted welcoming in the intruder that danced against her tongue.

Finally, after a long while, they came up for air.

Tara pushed her cheek against Willow's breasts. "I do believe I have a d...delightfully horny girlfriend at the moment."

Willow dragged Tara up out of the chair. "Horny doesn't begin to describe how I feel inside, honey. I'm ragingly beyond control. And there's only one cure for that. You."

She pulled Tara by the arms over to the bed. "You're going on a wild ride my love so hang on for dear life."

Willow pushed Tara onto the bed and dropped on top of her thrusting her groin against Tara's before burying her mouth again on Tara's. Willow was always amazed how soft her lover's lips were. And yet how firm. Wanting, yes wanting was the message they conveyed. The nectar of Tara's perfume filled Willow's senses sending her reeling as she lie full length on the ample body below her.

The redhead had no will to restrain herself. All she wanted in the world lay below her. Her dearest Tara who was as much on fire as Willow was.

Tara broke off the withering kiss and moved her lips to Willow's neck. "Oh my god my sweetheart, I haven't stopped thinking of you since you left. My class was a complete washout. All I could think of was..........," she pulled Willow tighter, "was the feel of your body just as it is now. I'm going to erupt my darling like I've never erupted before. I'm going to drown you in my love. In my juices of love."

"Well that's what I'm here for."

Willow rolled to one side and freed herself long enough to tug off Tara's top. Willow tossed the tank top to the floor then lowered her head to nibble at Tara's ear as her hand caressed the roll of the hip before moving down even further to find the button of the pants. As she undid it her kisses, loving and tender, reached the bare shoulder and moved across until her lips reached the strap of Tara's bra.

At the same time Willow's fingers unzipped Tara's pants and moved inside to the softness of the panties beneath, Willow's mouth followed the trail of Tara's bra strap until it found the swell of the cup. Even through the material Willow could feel the hardened nipple under as her lips formed an 'O' around it.

"Oh baby, baby," Tara moaned as her hands fondled the roll of Willow's ass, pulling Willow hard against her.

With a quick move Willow turned Tara so she was now on top. The feel of Tara's weight sent shocks of lust through Willow's middle, her core. She unhooked Tara's bra and soon it was just the naked breasts that pressed down onto her mouth. She took the nipple between her lips and began to suck before drawing it deeper into the wetness of her mouth. Her tongue flicked the nipple gently side to side before she opened her mouth wide and tried to swallow the breast itself.

Tara bucked against the pressure of Willow's exploring hand and she arched her back driving the breast deeper in smothering desire. She was aflame with passion. A complete slave to her want. To everything Willow wanted.

Somewhere, Tara was so lost in desire she didn't consciously remember, she was on the bottom once more and her pants were no longer an issue, She was naked except for her panties which were hardly a barrier for Willow's probing hand. Willow herself was now naked except for her own now drenched panties.

"Love me, hon. Love me. Fill me," Tara gasped biting her lip so as not to scream out.

Willow could feel the softness of Tara's vulva as her hand glided over Tara's centre before gliding up to the waist of the panties. Slowly her fingers went beneath into the wiry hair, then to the separation it surrounded. Moist, wet, open to Willow's fingers. She didn't penetrate right away. They traced a tantalizing path around, teasing Tara's core which brought Tara's arousal to an even greater height. It was the lift of the blonde's hips that finally drove the finger inside.

Tara gasped in pleasure at the entry.

Willow felt the pressure of the muscles momentarily lock around her finger. More, more, more. Deeper, deeper, deeper was the silent command.

"Fuck me, Oh please fuck me babe."

Willow pushed a second finger inside the hallowed opening to pump against the fully aroused clitoris. Tara shuddered with pleasure as Willow began the in and out movement the lovers had shared so many times before. Tara's hips joined the rhythm meeting each thrust with a thrust of her own, driving the penetration ever deeper into her each time.

Her eyes closed, beads of sweat on her brow, Tara let the driving fingers take command of her body. Deeper, faster and faster until she could feel herself reach and then burst over the peak of her orgasm.

Tears came and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Oh babe, oh my love."

Willow dropped beside Tara and pulled her protectively to her, the aroma of Tara's arousal still with them.

"That was so sensational, Willow." Tara lifted herself on one elbow and looked at her lover. "Now it's my turn to give you pleasure."

"You already have. Pleasing you fills me. It always has."

Tara kissed Willow on the tip of the nose as her hand found the wetness between Willow's legs. "But she needs attention. Your friend isn't ready to call it a night."

* * * * * * *

At that very moment only a few miles away a figure sat in a circle of candles, each flickering dimly, eerily. The blond young women was wearing a long black robe that billowed on the floor as she sat cross legged, a tube of lipstick clutched to her breast.

Her eyes were closed and she was chanting in an ancient Romanian gypsy dialect.


* * * * * *

Buffy heard it before she actually saw it. It was stomping without regard for breaking the silence of the night air.

Buffy stopped and turned in the direction of the sounds. It was just crossing the cemetery's access road. It was huge, well over six foot tall and she could see it was ugly. Even by demon standards it was gross. It flesh was loose to the point of seemingly falling off.And bloodless pale.

"Ugh," Buffy spat as the demon came closer. It was about twenty feet to her left and would have passed her by except Buffy stepped toward it.

"Excuse me," Buffy waved cheerfully. "Do you happen to have the time?"

The demon stopped it's purposeful walk and looked in Buffy's direction. The nit continued forward away from the Slayer.

Buffy hurried in front of it to block the way. Standing hands on hips Buffy spoke once more. "You're being very rude, ya know. A girl can ask a question can't she?"

The demon stopped acknowledging the blonde now blocking it's way. "I have a mission. I have no time for silly little girls."

"Well la de da. You have a mission and I have a job to do and it's to deal with the like of you creeps."

"I have a mission."

"I have a job."

"Mission."

"Job."

Buffy without further ado staked him. It burst into flames and turned to powder.

Buffy stood over the pile of what was left of the demon."Don't make them like they used to."
She made a washing motion with her hands. "Mission accomplished for me. Yours? Oh well."

[JujuDeRoussie]

Still weird. Sill don't like Dusty...
Definitely don't like her.

I twas nice some hotness between Willow and Tara

Thanks...

Keep writing

Friendly,
Julia

[cathy north]

Heck, Julia, it wouldn't be a story if that didn't happen. The truth is I had a difficult time with that chapter. I re-wrote it about six times and it never came out satisfactory to me. Finally I just cut it loose.

I've reading a lot of fanfic here and that helped make me more comfortable. Most of the writers here are so discriptively talented that it was hard not to learn something.

OK. I neglected to post this part in my chapter 6 so here it is:

Chapter 6 (addition)

In her rented apartment, as she sat chanting in her black robe, a painful stab to her breast made Dusty cry out. She bent over clutching her chest forcing her to drop the tube of lipstick she had been holding to the floor.

Breathless in agony though she was, she knew the searing burning would soon subside. She closed her eyes and patiently waited for the moment to pass. Dusty also knew the cause of the terrible pain. The demon she had brought forth had been slain and because she had been the one to summon it, she too must bear it's dying moment. The demon's death, and it's agony, would be forever. Hers, Dusty's, would only last a few, brief seconds.

She would endure.

Dusty also knew the cause of the demon's demise. A Slayer had intervened in the mission the demon had been sent on. Was it coincidental? Or, and this was her concern, had her motives been discovered and the demon intercepted purposefully?

Dusty knew if it was the latter she would soon find out that answer soon enough. If it was the former, and she hadn't been revealed, she must act quickly, before it was too late. One thing was certain, Tara had been spared and would live another day. The demon's death had allowed that to be.

But it was only a postponement.

As the pain lifted her thoughts turned to the Slayers who stood in her way, both of them, would have to be dealt with. And quickly.

[lilkitty1389]

Nice updates....Dusty worries me. Can't wait for the next update.

[betsy O'shea]

You know I'm going to praise your story Cathy. I hope, because we're friends, it doesn't water down my compliments. I have always wanted Faith and Buffy to be a twosome (and yes, Willow and Buffy also, both relationships float my boat) so I'm really intrigued by where you are going. I see you've reintroduced Dusty from one of your previous stories. Can't let that girl go huh?

I'm interested in seeing where you're taken this. And Dawn? Contemplating a menage'? Not only does she want to experience lesbian love but she's wants to go 'all in'.

[Zampsa1975]

Interesting story.... Dusty needs a thorough spanking...

[cathy north]

Dawn could no longer lie in bed. She had heard Buffy come in from her late night patrolling and since then she hadn't been able to fall back asleep.. She had always been so very proud of her sister. To begin with, how could one not admire Buffy's bravery? And like most little sisters, she looked up to her older sibling even without the enormity of knowing Buffy was a Slayer.

Until lately. She didn't know what had changed her feelings for Buffy but something had. Oh yes, she loved her. Too much sometimes. And, sadly, not enough at others. Like this moment.

I'm so mixed up, Dawn thought as she threw her nitey on the chair next to the bed and went in for her morning shower. As the water warmed her skin Dawn stood completely still just letting it cascade off of her. Finally, after a long while, she brought the palms of her hands slowly up along her hips. She closed her eyes pretending the hands, so sensuously gliding up to her breasts, were not hers, but the hands of some passionate, unknown lover.

Her breasts were small and they were easily, and fully, covered by the palms that gripped them. She rotated her hands, letting the thumbs flick the tender nipples as she did.

Why couldn't someone be doing that to her?

Why couldn't she find someone who loved her and wanted her as much as she would want them? It was torture knowing her body was maturing and there was not a soul to appreciate how much she had to give.

Faith? If she only knew how much she envied Buffy. How much she wanted to be Buffy. To be in Faith's arms and sharing, long passionate kisses with the dark haired, beautiful Slayer. Seeing them together had grown physically painful for Dawn. They were in love. They shared their bodies with each other. They talked in small, gentle whispers when they were alone. Their intimacy was deep, so comfortable that Dawn had to look away at times when she was with them.

Willow and Tara? In love too. Damn!! Even before Faith, Dawn had awakened to the knowledge that she was in love with each of them. It was, at first, their kindness to Dawn that had warmed her. But it had grown, as Dawn's sexual awareness had grown inside her, until she was obsessed with the idea of climbing into their hearts. To be with them.......that way.

Dawn, from the beginning of her sexual wakening, had known that it would have been impossible to separate the two. To have one you had to have the other. They were that linked. That much of a whole. And Dawn was willing to accept that fact. It was driving her crazy thinking about the three of them lying naked, touching, kissing, loving.

Dawn lowered one hand and let it slink down, gliding on it's fingertips until she touched herself. She was wet but not the wetness from the shower nozzle. It was the wetness of her arousal. She plunged two fingers inside and stroked herself while the hand still on her breast fondled the tender nipple. She had to lean back to brace herself against the wall of the shower as the stroking inside her quickened and drove against her clit sending waves of pleasure through her body.

She had learned the magic of self love months ago and more often than not, before being able to sleep, she had had to please the want inside her. The need.

Yet, it's relief was always short lived. It was never enough. It never lasted. She knew what she really had to have and that was another woman to give herself entirely to.


* * * * *

Dawn shifted through the rack of music videos. She wasn't really looking for anything in particular. Mostly she was just killing time at the local Best Buy store before going home to study. The truth was the titles were not even registering in her mind. She would pick one up and place it back without even the smallest recognition of what it held.

"Hey. Try her."

The voice came from just behind Dawn and before she could turn she saw a bare arm reach across her and lift a video from the rack.

"It's called CALL ME. By Blondie."

Dawn glanced behind to the girl that was speaking to her. She was holding the video in her hand seemingly studying the cover. "It'll knock your socks off."

Dawn stood, mouth open, frozen in place by the site of the most beautiful woman, ah girl, she had ever seen. Her hair was white blond, her smile which exposed straight, healthy white teeth, was warm, friendly. Her skin was unblemished, her make-up sparse, her eyes as blue as the heavens.

Dawn's knees all but buckled as she drank in the sight of this girl. For a second Dawn was very afraid she was about to crumble to the floor. Or worse, no or better, she was going to faint dead away into the girl's arms. Dawn's head was spinning and she had to reach out to steady herself by grasping the video rack.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

Dawn placed a hand to her temple. "Whoa. Got a little woozy there for a sec." She fanned herself with one hand, embarrassed. "I'm fine now."

The blond stepped closer so that her breast touched Dawn's arm. "Do you want to lean on me a moment?"

"No, no, no. Really. I'm fine." Like hell, Dawn thought. This girl all but knocked you out. Literally.

The blond put the video back on the rack giving Dawn another moment to size her up. She was tall, slender and the simple print, summer dress looked wonderful on her. But after a second thought Dawn figured a gunny sack couldn't have diminished this girl's looks.

"I saw you trying to make a selection and I thought I'd promote one of my favorites. I hope I wasn't being pushy."

"Oh you weren't. Actually I was more browsing than anything else." Dawn lifted her purse and shook it. "It's heavy but not because there's any money in it. Flat broke as usual."

"Well then maybe I'll just buy it. I have an old copy at home. The quality isn't so hot any more so I could use the new one to update." The girl took the video back off the rack. As she did her arm brushed Dawn's breast again. The reaction was instantaneous. A second ago Dawn couldn't feel her bra. Now her nipple was pushing against the restraint of it. And there was a stirring in her most private area.

Again, a quick wave of dizziness overcame her. You silly school girl, Dawn scolded herself, fainting heroines only happened in movies.

"You don't look so hot," the girl said. "You'd better come with me. I'm afraid you're going to keel over right here in the isle."

Dawn let herself be led over to the checkout counter where the girl paid for the video. Then taking Dawn's elbow she led her outside. "Look, my place is just around the corner. Why don't you stop over and lie down for a second? It'll do you good. Have some lemonade. I got some all made in the frig."

Dawn was too weak to protest.

"My name is Dusty by the way. And yours?"

"Dawn. Dawn Summers."

"What a pretty name," Dusty said.

Dusty's place was indeed around the corner. It was an old frame house with a wrap around porch set way back on a property that spanned several acres. Once inside Dawn found herself sitting on a comfortable soft, brown leather couch. Dusty disappeared but soon returned carry a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses. Ice jingled inside the container as Dusty brought it in.

"This'll perk you up, Dawn." Dusty filled one of the glasses and handed Dawn one of them. She then took the other for herself and sat down next to Dawn. Close. So close her leg brushed against Dawn's. Her eyes locked onto her guest, a slight, confident smile was set on her lips. Lips glistening from the dampness of the drink she had just tasted.

Dawn stared dumbly at the full mouth wondering what it would be like to have her own lips brush up against them. She tried to fight off those thoughts but Dusty's nearness, the rising and falling of those breasts as they pushed at the fabric of the dress were too much for Dawn to ignore.

Plus the boldness of Dusty's gaze invited.........invited what exactly? She was certainly comfortable with the position she had put Dawn in. And aware Dawn was both uncomfortable with her situation but totally unable to extract herself from it. She was captivated. The attraction Dawn was feeling was one she never had experienced before so she was powerless before it.

Then there was the sexual tension. It hung over them, pounding away at any conscious attempt to deny it. And Dawn knew she wanted, more than anything else in the world, to succumb to it. I would do any thing in the world to win this girl, Dawn thought. Anything to be able to give myself to her.

Dusty peered at Dawn over the rim of her glass. "I hope you're thinking what I think you're thinking. Soooooooo......if you're waiting for my permission, you have it."

[Zampsa1975]

Good update-y goodness.... Dusty so much needs to be dusted....

[cathy north]

Chapter 8

Willow was lying in Tara's arms. Tara wasn't aware of her fortunate position since she was presently out like a light having been effectively kayo'd by the love making of the night before. A squint of morning sunlight peeked through a crack in the curtains and was falling directly on Willow's face as she lay next to Tara in the bed they shared. Annoying sunlight since Willow was very content where she was at.

She tried to ignore it and briefly buried her head in Tara's uncovered breast but that only caused a stirring inside her that she knew would lead to her having to wake poor Tara up. It would be more thoughtful to let the blond sleep longer.

Taking a deep breath of resignation Willow propped herself up on one elbow so she could look at Tara's sleeping face.

"God you are so beautiful my Tara. And I'm so lucky." Willow spoke the words but they were hardly even a whisper. Falling in love was such a precious gift. Tara was so kind, so thoughtful, so gentle. Of course it helped that Tara was in love with her too. Willow couldn't imagine how horrific it would be to have to experience unrequited love. It made her shutter just to think about it. And she knew there was a whole bunch of women that had gone through the pain of that experience.

Willow could see the diamond ring on Tara's left hand. She lifted up her own hand and admired the engagement ring Tara had bought her. She kissed it and briefly held the ring up to the sliver of sunlight.

Finally Willow sat up and took time to kiss Tara on the mouth before climbing silently out of the bed. She went over and pulled fresh panties from her top drawer and from the drawer below a jog bra, running shorts, green singlet and socks. She slipped into them, laced on her New Balances and headed for the door.

As she pulled it open Buffy all but fell into her arms. She must have been poised to knock just as Willow flung open the door.

Willow had to catch Buffy in her arms she was so off balance. "Can I have this dance?"

Buffy freed herself from Willow's grip. The expression on her face told Willow that Buffy was not in a joking mood. Lines were drawn across her forehead and her face was flushed. She was either very angry or very worried. Or both.

"My friggin sister.........pardon the French," Buffy snapped loud enough to waken Tara. Buffy looked over her shoulder and saw Tara stirring. She clamped a belated hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry Will. I didn't......"

Willow was more concerned with Buffy than that Tara had awoke. "Skip it. What about Dawn?"

Buffy waved in Tara's direction. The girl had pulled the covers up to her chin before directing a smile toward Buffy and Willow. "Didn't see you were sleeping Tara. I'm so up......."

"Wasn't sleeping. A certain red head knocked me out last night." Tara sent a mischievous grin Willow's way.

Willow smiled to herself. That's was the term Tara used instead of the more graphic "fucked me". The first time they had made love, as Willow's tongue was dancing inside that very private area, at the moment of her release Tara fainted dead away. A rather startling event for Willow to find an unconscious girl lying on top of you, especially in that it was her first love making attempt. Naturally, after untangling herself from the limp body, Willow had been greatly concerned. The faint was short lived though and Tara came to in a few minutes much to Willow's relief. At first Tara had been embarrassed but then broke into a mild giggling fit. "My lord," she had said. "You knocked me out." Since then whenever Tara was in a loving mood, or wanted to make Willow aware she wanted her, she had only to whisper that she wanted to be knocked out. Or, if it were Willow who was instigating. Willow would tell Tara she was going knock her out. The meaning was clear and the refusals were far and few between.

Temporally distracted Willow went over and gave Tara a quick, morning smooch. Willow slapped Willow's butt as she was being kissed. Willow squealed, then playfully tapped Tara on the chin. "I'll knock you out for real if you don't behave."

"Oh!!! Punching me out wouldn't be your style. Now Buffy there," Tara looked over Willow's bent over frame. "She could."

That brought Willow back to her senses. Buffy had plopped down on the empty bed that sat on the opposite wall. There were two beds in their dorm room but the girls only had use for one. The second was more or less a catch all for books, papers and discarded clothes. And in this case, a guest.

Pushing aside a black bra, Willow took a seat beside Buffy. "What's up? You don't look so hot."

"I'm angry. My little sister pulled the stunt to end all stunts. And she, of all people should know better."

Wrapping the blanket that was covering her nakedness around her Tara made it a trio on the bed.

Buffy's hands flailed in exasperation. "Her sister is a Slayer for god's sakes. She knows what's out there. The dangers......"

Willow had to pin Buffy's swinging arms down to keep from being slapped accidentally. "Please Buffy. You're all but beating me to a pulp. Now start from the beginning. What has Dawn done exactly?"

Buffy tool a couple of deep breaths. "Yesterday she left a message on the answering machine that wouldn't be home for super. Fine. That itself is unusual but not unheard of. We take turns making super because mom has to work. It wouldn't be fair for her to have to come home and do that too. I cook one week. Dawn the next. This was her week but that's no biggy. Before going out on patrol I whipped something together for mom and myself. It was kind of an active night last night so I was busy until after mid-night and didn't know Dawn still wasn't home. Mom was frantic. Calling everyone and worried out of her mind. Dawn is always home by ten on school nights. She is TOLD to be home by ten or hell breaks loose.

Well I had just staked this vamp in the cemetery..... I mean they're getting uglier and nastier these days. Must be in the ground water or something. Anyway it's all dust and I hear this rustling in the bushes behind me. I wheel figuring I got another one on my hands and guess what? Out walks little miss innocent like it's Sunday in the park!!"

"Dawn!? Holy moly!" Tara and Willow spoke as one.

"Yep, Dawn. I exploded at her. It's dangerous out here I screamed. Murderous!! I think I lost it for a second. I was all over her. I mean vicious to the point she started crying."

Buffy padded Buffy hands, the hands she still was holding onto in self defense. "You were just concerned about her safety. It's natural to react as you did when we see someone we care about doing stupid things. What possessed her?"

At that point Buffy began to tremble. Willow characteristically pulled Buffy into her arms. The Slayer, not so characteristically, let her. After a few moments Buffy was herself again but still angry as she relived the night before.

"I did calm down after that. I towed her home. I suppose I chewed her out most of the way. But I DID see she got home."

"Did she explain what she was doing out there?"

"That's what concerns me too. She couldn't. She didn't know where she had been all that time. My first thought was that she had been slipped something. A date rape drug but that wasn't the case apparently. She hadn't been drinking either thankfully but she was all fuzzy about everything. Mom's going to take her in for some tests. See if she had been mickey'd. Find out if anything is in her blood stream."

"The night is a blank to her?" Tara asked.

Buffy could only nod. "I guess so. No bruises or scrapes so she hadn't been physically assaulted. Everything is just a blank to her."

[intricate mirage]

Liking this, love to see how it progresses from here.

Cass x

[cathy north]

chapter 9

"Well I'm relieved that they could find nothing in your system that indicated you were drugged." Joyce said to Dawn as they returned from the hospital. And there was no alcohol in her blood. THAT she did not dare say aloud. "Are you sure you can't remember anything about last night?"

"MOM!! For the hundredth time. No, I don't remember. Please don't ask me again." Dawn tried not to sound angry. She knew her mother loved her and she knew she herself was the cause of all the grief.

"Okay, okay dear. I won't." Joyce responded quickly as she placed her purse on the dining room table and gave Dawn a warm hug. Dawn stiffened at the contact and didn't return the hug. She just wanted this day to be over, that's all she could think of. Joyce's displays of affection just added to her exasperation.

"Mom, I'm going to go upstairs and lie down. I'm so gosh awful tired."

"Sure sweety." Joyce removed her arms from her daughter and held her away so she could look her in the eye. "You look absolutely bushed. That's a good idea. Go up and get some sleep. Do you want me to wake you up for lunch?"

Dawn extracted herself from her mother's grip. "Not really. If I'm up I'll come down." She gave Joyce a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up to her room.

Dawn took off the jeans she was wearing before sprawling on her back on the bed. Her mind was far from relaxed. Sleep would be impossible but at least, up in her room, she wouldn't have to answer any more questions. Her mother's. Buffy's. The hospital's. Finally a reprieve. She wouldn't have to lie any more.

She didn't remember everything that happened but she did recall, vividly, the afternoon of the day before. And she could never forget that. Her first kiss. She could still feel Dusty's lips on her's. As she thought about it she ran her tongue across her mouth trying to again taste Dusty's lipstick. It, the kiss, was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to her. That is until what followed.

Dusty had locked her eyes on Dawn as they sat on the couch, Finally she put her glass down and reached over and took Dawn's glass from her hand and placed it beside her own on the coffee table. Dawn's pulse was racing for she knew what was coming.......in a way. At least she hoped it would happen. And somehow she was certain Dusty knew what Dawn wanted to happen.

Dusty smiled seductively and let her blue eyes roam freely over Dawn body. Dawn held her breath afraid to break the moment. In a short time Dusty let the fingertips of her left hand glide up Dawn's right arm. Her touch was so light that it sent chills up Dawn's spine and a stirring began inside Dawn's core.

She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, Dawn thought once again. She looked at the lips as they move slowly toward her. Dusty was in control and she wasn't going to rush the moment. She knew what she was doing and she knew how to increase the sexual tension of the moment.

"Have you ever been kissed by another girl Dawn?"

Dawn could hardly speak. Her mouth was dry and she had to wet her lips with her tongue. "No," was her simple, honest answer.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

Dawn closed her eyes. "Yes. Very much." Her voice was barely a whisper.

The hand that had been on Dawn's arm was removed and it was placed boldly on her right breast just was Dusty's lips met hers.

Finally, Dawn thought, oh god, finally.

The kiss was everything Dawn hoped it would be, tender, soft but at the same time firm. Dawn leaned into Dusty's hand that was pushing into her breast. Even through the thinness of her blouse, even through her bra, Dawn could feel the warmth of Dusty's hand.

Dawn lifted her arms and wrapped them around Dusty's neck pulling the girl into her. The kiss lasted forever, yet not long enough for the feel of another girl's mouth on hers sent goosebumps across her arms. Just when Dawn was afraid Dusty might pull away, end it, the tongue entered her mouth. Dawn's own tongue danced against it and she became aware of moaning and she wasn't surprised when she realized it was her own. Dusty had one hand on one off Dawn's arms and she pulled it from around her neck, gathered the wrist in her grip and then directed it onto her own breast.

As her tongue flicked and parried the tongue in her mouth, the feel of Dusty's breast, hidden under thin cotton, under the bra beneath that, was overwhelming. She had never felt up a girl before. Now.........it all seemed such a natural thing.

Don't screw up Dawn. Don't ruin this. Do this right.

Dawn's senses were fully loaded and she for a while she worried she might faint. The nipple in Dusty's bra was hard as were her own. She was having the same affect on Dusty as she was on her. That gave her some needed confidence. Dusty started pulling Dawn's top over her head and only then did the kiss break off. Dusty threw the blouse to one side. "Are you alright?" Dusty reached a tweaked one of Dawn's nipples as it lie under the bra. And she smiled. "You have nice breasts, Dawn. I want to kiss them. If you don't want me to tell me. Now."

"No. I want you to kiss them. Oh I want you to." Dawn's voice trailed off. And I want to kiss yours, she thought.

Dusty raised her arms over her head. "Take off my top, Dawn."

With a clumsy effort, she did as Dusty asked.

"Now unhook my bra."

Dawn kissed Dusty as her hands reached around to find the hooks. Dusty at the same time undid Dawn's, sliding the straps down from the shoulders.

All this Dawn remembered vividly. These moments were completely clear to her. She was alive with passion, full of feelings she had only dreamed about. Her mind was swirled as Dusty's hands cupped her naked breasts.

"Stand up." Dusty said pulling away from the embrace. Dawn obediently rose to her feet while Dusty remained sitting.

"Take off the shoes please."

Dawn kicked them aside.

Then, as Dawn stood before her, Dusty leaned forward and kissed the bare skin of Dawn's belly. As she did her hands slid under the hem of Dawn's skirt then glided up pausing only momentarily at the wetness between the legs. She layed a palm on the soaked front of the panties, a finger curled to push the cotton teasingly inside.

Shortly they continued up until they reached the waist of the cotton panties.

"There," Dusty whispered as her tongue borrowed into Dawn's belly button. Fingers gripped Dawn's panties and pulled them down to her knees, then after an adjustment, all the way down to her ankles where she stepped out of them.

Her skirt and half slip were next.

For a second embarrassment captured Dawn's consciousness. She realized she was frightened. How silly. As much as she had wanted this moment she was scared of what was to happen. She was giving her body to someone she hardly knew. Who she had just met. Yet Dusty's pure physical beauty topped any misgivings Dawn might have. And the knowing confidence put Dawn at ease.

Briefly Dawn thought of Tara. Of Willow. Of Faith. How often she had wished to have them do what Dusty was now doing. She pushed anything but Dusty out of her mind.

Dusty pulled Dawn close and her mouth covered the young breast, the hardened nipple. She sucked, her tongue dancing against the nipple, first the tip of her tongue, then the flat.

It was a while before Dusty's mouth moved to Dawn's center and she knew there was no turning back.

The feel of Dusty's tongue gently exploring the outer lips of her sex was all Dawn could could focus on. She closed her eyes and found Dusty head with both her hands. As the tongue explored Dawn took a fist full of white, blond hair and gathered it between her fingers tightly

Dusty's mouth withdrew.

"Are you still alright?"

"Oh yes. Oooooh yes," was all Dawn could hiss.

Then the tongue returned and licked up the outer of Dawn's core. Her arousal was soaring. The only fear for her now was that she was drowning Dusty for she heard her have to swallow. Then the tongue dove inside to find her clit.

"Oooooooooo."

Dusty lapped deep inside from clit to the softness around it. For a moment her rhythm increased and then, as Dawn thought she would erupt, the tongue withdrew.

Confused, Dawn could only watch as Dusty stood and her fears were alleviated as Dusty kissed her full on the mouth. Dawn could taste, could smell, herself on Dusty's mouth. She kissed back with all she had. When they parted Dusty bent, reached over and swept Dawn up in her arms.

As she was carried across the room and through a doorway, Dawn attacked the tenderness of Dusty's neck. The room was dark except for the dim light of a candle set on a corner table. The smell of a powerful incense, no doubt from the candle, filled the room. Dawn found herself being placed on a bed. Dusty was on her knees and her face was again between Dawn's legs and this time the tongue did not pull away.

Her orgasm was the last clear thing Dawn would remember.

What she didn't, couldn't remember, what she would later forget, was the smell of that incense that filled the room.

In the after glow she had fallen asleep full filled, her body and mind at complete rest.

Dusty sat up and looked down at the girl she had taken to world of lesbian love. She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from the sleeping face below her.

"Now you've have your little reward, Dawn. It's your turn to give me mine." Dusty got up and left the room. When she returned she was carry candles in one hand and a bag of candle holders in the other. She placed the holders in a wide circle in the center of the room. In each holder she inserted a candle. Then she took the lit candle from the table and proceeded to light those in the circle.

Finished she went over to Dawn's prone figure. "Come my young friend," Dusty said softly. She helped Dawn groggily get to her feet. She led the stupored girl into the center of the burning candles.

"Sit." Dusty sat down in cross legged fashion and Dawn followed suit so that she was facing the white, blond girl.

"Give me your hands. Your left hand in mine and your right hand in my right hand."

Dawn robotically did as directed. In a dream like state she was barely aware of her surroundings and hardly registered to her consciousness that Dusty had began a strange, to Dawn, unintelligible chant. Dawn closed her eyes and drifted off letting the chant, and the powerful incense in the room send her to a deeper state of oblivion.

* * * * * *

Faith was just dressing into, what she called, her battle gear. A black top and black denim pants when she heard the gentle knock on her door.

Faith glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 11:30. She was to meet Buffy and as they had been doing since falling on love, going on patrol together. "Two better than one, B. That way I can look out for you."

Buffy had laughed. "You look out for me? Hardly. You just want to be under my protective wing."

When Faith swung the door open she found Buffy's little sister before her. "For shit's sake. What are you doing out this time of.........?"

Dawn pushed past her into the room. "Need to talk."

Faith closed the door then followed Dawn over to the couch. "Rest your butt," Dawn said sitting down. "I'm suppose to meet B at mid-night. It would really be better if we talked in the morning. By the way, does Joyce know you're out this late?"

"Yes," Dawn lied.

Faith shrugged. Dawn didn't sit down. Instead she wandered about the room. Picking up a vase here and seemingly studying it before putting it back down. Then a book. After looking at the title she placed it back where she had found it.

Faith wasn't the best one to pour your soul out to since she wasn't the most compassionate girl on the planet. That was an understatement, to say the least. But she was willing to listen to the little sister of the girl she was in a serious relationship with.

Dawn picked up a statue of Buddha from off the fireplace mantel. She looked at it closely. It wasn't like she had never seen it before so Faith was puzzled by Dawn's interest in it. Dawn carried it with her as she circled behind where Faith was sitting.

Dawn felt the weight of it in her hand. Yes, she thought, this'll do the trick. She moved up closer to the couch, raised the Buddha and brought it down onto Faith's head. With a soft groan, Faith slumped over onto her side.

Dawn replaced the statue on the mantel again. Then she went over to the front door and left.

It wasn't a minute later and the door opened again. Dusty walked in, surveyed the room. She went over to Faith's unconscious form. She pulled her up and flopped her over her shoulder. Then she too left carrying Faith with her.

[betsy O'shea]

Well, you know I would like this, now didn't you? I'm wondering just what is up with Dawn. It seems that Dusty has not only touched her heart but has twisted her mind too. Nasty chick.