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"I'll walk ya home, Red."

Willow's head shot up. "Huh? What?" She looked at me, confused. "What?"

"It's all dark and creepy out, little one. So I'll walk you home. Buffy has stuff to do. What? You don't think I can protect you?" I grabbed her arm in a nice firm grip and led her out of the library. "Do you think I'd let something happen to you, Red?"

Willow gulped. "No. I don't think you'd *let* anything happen to me. I just think you'd *wan't* something to happen to me!" Willow sputtered at me. "I get some real 'I don't like Willow vibes' from you, Faith."

I pulled her out of the school, turning to smile at her over my shoulder. "Nah. I like you, Willow. I like you a *lot*."

Willow just smiled at me. She was a bit frightened of me, I could tell. That's okay. That's good, really. I *like* that. "My house is just up the street. I don't really need an escort." She says.

I smile. "Sure you do! No telling what's out and about on the hellmouth. I want to make sure you get all tucked into bed safe and sound." She's cute all confused and wary.

Willow shrugged her shoulders and continued on her way home.

At her door she turns to me and offers a smile. "Thanks." She turns. I place a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She looks back at me.

"I'd feel better if I came in and had a look around." I tell her. I couldn't care less about what's inside, as long as it doesn't interfere with my plans.

Again Willow gives a shrug. "Fine. I don't know why, though. It's nice and safe here in my house." Willow opens the door and leads me inside. She shuts the door behind her. "Come on in. Take a look around. No vamps. No demons. No nothing."

I smile at her. "I wouldn't say *nothing*, Red. *You're* here."

Willow smiles and shuts the door, locking it. "Well, yes. *I'm* here, sure, but nothing else."

I walk into the living room and turn around to face Willow. "I don't know about that, Red. *You're* something." I smile at the redhead. "Something for sure."

Willow tosses her keys down and makes her way into the kitchen. "You want some ice cream or something?" She calls out.

I sit down on the wide and roomy couch. "You got ice cream? Bring us some, Red." I reach for the remote and turn on the television. "What time are your parents due back?"

"What's today?" She laughs. "They won't be back until next week. You up for popcorn?"

"Nah. Just ice cream. Bring it on, Red!" I rest my boot-clad feet on the coffee table and kick back against the sofa.

"You want vanilla or pecans and praline?" Willow asks.

"Pecans." I yell out and lean down to undo my boot laces. "Can I crash here with you, Willow?" I yell out, removing my boots.

"Um. . ., sure. Don't see why not."

Willow came from the kitchen with ice cream in hand. She sat next to me, handing me a bowl. She kicked off her shoes and began enjoying her frozen treat. She smiled at me. "Um. I *love* ice cream!"

That was all it took. Whatever control I had was gone.

"Do you?" I took the ice cream from her and set it on the coffee table. I leaned close to Willow and kissed her lips. Just a quick peck. I pulled back, smiling. I grabbed the bowl and spoon from her and set them on the table. I brought a spoon full of her ice cream to Willow's lips. "Taste mine." I told her.

"Um. . ." Willow sputtered.

"Shh. It's okay, Will. Just a taste. Ain't nothin' wrong with having a taste of something."

Willow looked up at me with her big wide eyes. "Sometimes there is! Wrong with it, I mean!"

I leaned down and kissed her, discarding the ice cream. Hard, this time. Pressing my lips to hers and thrusting my tongue past her lips and into her mouth. I did what I wanted to. I ran my tongue over hers. I tasted the roof of her mouth. It was as tasty as I had imagined. Sweet. Supple and rippled with flavor. Oh so soft and hard and as *yummy* as I had imagined it to be. I pressed my body closer to hers, bringing a hand up to cup her head and hold it still. I pulled my mouth from hers and looked into her eyes. "You *do* like me, Red. You just don't want any one to know *why* you like me." I kissed her again, licking her lips. "That's okay. I don't care. We don't have to tell anyone. We *do* have to take this up a notch, Will."

Her eyes were dazed as she stared at me.

"Huh?" She mumbled.

I smile. She's cute. So? "We fuck, sweets. You let me have you. Or I *take* you." I bring my hand to her crotch and grab hold of her. "I'll fuck you like you *want* me too or I tell your friends all about it. About this, I mean."

"You can't do that!"

"I won't do that." I tell her. "As long as you just go along with me. Just you and me. Just *let* me and no one has to know." I smile at her, rubbing at her crotch.

She closes her eyes and surrenders. Is there any other site so pretty as surrender? None that *I've* seen.

I lean down and kiss her. I lay my lips softly upon hers, knowing she expects brutality. I let my tongue glide across her lips, tasting, shaping, and feeling. I bring my hand up to unbutton her blouse. Her bra is a front clasp and I grin against her lips as I free her breasts and cup one, running my thumb over an already turgid nipple. I lean down to suck it into my mouth as I reach down to undo the opening of her pants. I sink my hand down to cup Willow as I suck her pointed nipple into my mouth. She's hot and wet. I let her breast go, pulling back. She whimpers and thrusts her chest up at me. I grin down at her, bringing a finger, wet with her juices, to my lips. "Shh. It's okay. Just a sec. Let's get these off of you." I whisper to her. I roll over her and off the couch. I remove her shoes and socks with indecent haste. Her pants follow, along with her pretty little panties. She's left clad in her open bra and shirt. Beautiful. I grin. I stand up and begin to remove my clothes. Shirt. T-shirt and jeans. I have no bra or other underwear on. They just get in the way. I pick up her foot and lave it with my tongue, sucking her pretty little toes into my mouth. I hold her ankle and push it back, holding her open to me. My tongue runs down the length of her leg to her core, stopping to bite and suckle at the soft, supple flesh of her inner thigh.

"Please." She pleads. I grin at her before I place my mouth onto the straining nub of flesh, sucking it into my mouth and lashing it with my tongue. Her pelvis thrusts up at me.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, Faith!"

I grin, letting her clit go and smiling against it. I place two fingers into her hot, tight channel while sucking at her clit again, fucking her with my fingers. I run a hand up her body to cup her breast, tweaking the nipple. I bring my thumb up to play at her clit while I finger fuck her.

"Oh god, oh god, oh *god*! Yes! I'm gonna---! O Faith! I'm gonna--!"

"You're gonna cum for me, Red? Cum all over my fingers and mouth?" I ask, sucking her clit into my mouth once again.

"Yes! Yes!"

I work my fingers in and out of her faster, grinning when I feel the rhythmic clutching of her orgasm. I pull up so I can give her a deep kiss while she continues to cum. "My turn." I whisper against her lips. She gives me a startled look, her pretty eyes all wide and still innocent. "Huh?"

I pull back and turn, rolling over so I'm lying against the back of the sofa. "Fuck me, Red. Just like I fucked you."

She looks at me, confused and pretty. "But. . . I don't know how!" Not unwilling; just lost. I smile and put my hand on the back of her head. I push her mouth to my cunt. "Lick me." I tell her, harshly. More harsh than I meant to. "Just like I did you, pretty girl." She does, her tongue tentative but sweet. "Put three fingers into me." I plead. Three fingers of scotch. Three fingers of Willow. Umm. "Nice. Very nice. Very good, sweet girl. Fuck me!" and she does. She sucks and fucks me with her fingers like a pro. My hand clutches at her hair, guiding her, but she doesn't really need me for guidance. She has me. She plays me. I tighten my hand in her hair, holding on to some small bit of control as she takes me over the edge. "Willow!"

My eyes focus once again and I look down at her grinning face. She's very pleased with herself.

"You *liked* that, didn't you?"

I drop my head back, grinning. "Yes. I liked that very much. You liked me licking at your cunt didn't you?"

She giggles at my crudeness. She climbs up my body, giving me shivers, and snuggles her head beneath my chin, wrapping her arms around my body. She throws a leg across my stomach and rests a hand over my breast. "Yeah. I liked you 'licking at my cunt' very much, Faith." She closes her eyes.

I smile; sure she couldn't see it. I tilt my head down, looking at her. She sure was cute. Yeah, she was asleep. I wrap my arms tight around her and readied myself for sleep.

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