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It had been a very long day. A long day, but a fun one. Cordelia and Willow had spent it together, "doing" L.A. Starting too early - sometime around seven in the morning - they hadn't finished until after one a.m. They had, however, done it*all.* Breakfast at the beach, shopping for clothes they couldn't afford, eating lunch at City Walk, watching a movie at El Cap, and, completing the day, dancing at a very hot club. Now, after all that, Cordelia was relaxing in bed with a snack, while Willow was safely tucked in on the couch.

Cordelia had been surprised. The witch had changed a lot since high school. She had known this theoretically, of course. Since working for Angel Investigations, she had called Willow at least once a week to talk shop: help with this demon, Angel's fine, Doyle had a vision, Angel's brooding, got demon goo on my shoes, Angel kissed a demon - business things. But, after Doyle died, everything had changed.

Doyle's death had broken something inside Cordelia. It wasn't that she had been in love with him but, rather, that she had taken for granted that he would always be there. That she would always be able to look in his eyes and see that she mattered to someone. In the days after his death, she had spent hours alone, crying. She hadn't been able to talk to anyone about it. Angel was broken up himself over Doyle and Wesley wouldn't have been able to understand.

Then, one night, Willow called. She had been so easy to talk to, sympathetic and sweet. Within minutes, Cordelia found herself pouring her broken heart - her pain, her confusion, her *loss * - to the witch. When Oz left Willow, Cordelia had returned the favor. And they had grown close.

Willow's trip to L.A. had been rather sudden. One day they were talking on the phone and Cordelia mentioned that Willow might like to come down. Willow had said maybe, and then, the next weekend, had arrived on Cordelia's doorstep, suitcase in hand, ready for a some fun.

She was definitely a welcome distraction. What with Angel sleeping 23 hours a day, Gunn pointedly pretending not to notice Wesley's existence, and Wesley pretending not to care that Gunn didn't notice him, while constantly watching the younger man with a hungry intensity, the atmosphere at the office was getting weird. Willow's bright, happy face made everything seem much better.

"You eat peanut butter in bed?" Willow asked from the door of Cordelia's bedroom.

It was a moment before Cordelia could answer. After all, it's not every day a beautiful woman wearing only a light purple camisole and lacy bikini panties lounges seductively in your doorway.

"Uh, yeah. It tastes good," the seer replied intelligently, her eyes devouring Willow's beauty.

The witch came in and slid onto the bed, sitting across from Cordelia. "You're right, it does. It makes all sorts of things taste good. Chocolate syrup does too." She stuck a finger in the jar, pulling out a glob of the sticky substance and slowly licked her finger clean.

"Yeah, but this is a better midnight snack. Sweet, but not too sweet," Cordelia concurred, her eyes fastened on Willow's pink tongue.

"Sometimes I like my midnight snacks to be sweet," Willow said in a confessional tone. She stuck her finger in the jar again, then smeared it on Cordelia's lower lip. "And sometimes I like my snacks to have just a bit of tang to them." Leaning into Cordelia, eyes locked on hers, Willow licked the peanut butter off her lip. "Yum."

"Uh-huh." Cordelia found herself to be officially beyond speech.

The witch's soft lips turned up in a smile. "You taste good. Did you know that taste is all bound up with sex?"

"Oh?" Brain beginning to function, wheels turning. Cordelia began thinking, "I know this. I recognize this. This is a seduction. *Willow * is trying to seduce me.

"Damn if I'm not up to it."

"Yes, it is," Willow continued, unaware of Cordelia's internal monologue. "Like smell, it goes beyond the boundaries of ourselves. First, smell: a little bit of what you are smelling goes into you." Willow buried her nose in Cordelia's neck and inhaled deeply. "Smelling is . . . desiring. Little tiny parts of Cordelia in me." She inhaled again. "Very nice." Willow's lips brushed the delicate skin on Cordelia's neck.

Eyes closed, still in disbelief, Cordelia smelled Willow's hair. "Mmmm, yeah. Nice."

Willow's hand reached down, sliding beneath the elastic waistband of Cordelia's panties and dipping between her legs. They came back wet.

The witch pulled away from Cordelia's neck, looked at her fingers and smiled. "Taste is tied to smell. The nose tells the body what it wants and the tongue finds it." She sucked the fingers into her mouth. "Yummy." They went back into the peanut butter, then into Cordelia's mouth.

The cheerleader obediently licked the fingers clean of the brown substance, unable to take her eyes from the clear blue ones of her friend's. "Willow, what . . ."

"Shhh," Willow silenced Cordelia with a kiss. Her tongue slipped in gently moving against Cordelia's. Fingers, once again covered with peanut butter, slipped under Cordelia's shirt, covering her hard nipples.

"That feels. . .nice," Cordelia gasped. She pulled back, taking her shirt off. "But now, I'm all dirty."

"Messy, not dirty," Willow corrected. "And, don't worry, I can take care of that." Her hot, eager mouth latched onto Cordelia's nipple, sucking it clean.

The seer moaned and lay back, keeping Willow's head firmly on her breast. One of Willow's sticky, peanut butter covered hands moved to the unoccupied breast. Her fingers began to roll the nipple around, bringing it to full hardness before Willow moved her mouth to that one.

When both breasts were cleansed of the peanut butter, Willow began traveling down. She spent some time at Cordelia's belly button, licking a trail around before she moved further down Cordelia's body, settling between her legs.

"You wear such pretty underwear, Delia. But you've made them all wet." Willow licked her friend through the fabric.

Cordelia's body jerked and she cried out.

Blue eyes gazed up at Cordelia, wide with angelic innocence. "Did you like that?"

"Oh, God, yes. Do it again."

Willow slid the underwear off and leaned down again. Her tongue found Cordelia's throbbing clit, which she began to lick repetitively, like a cat lapping at cream.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgod," Cordelia was saying, her body writhing as Willow continued her ministrations.

While Willow continued to tease the throbbing nub with her talented tongue, she slipped a finger into Cordelia's dripping passage. Encouraged by Cordelia's heightened vocalizations, she added two more and began to slowly pump in and out of Cordelia's tight wetness.

"Is this what you want, Cordelia?" Willow asked, pulling back, while continuing to slide her fingers in and out of Cordelia.

"More," Cordelia moaned, her head flung back on her pillow, panting for breath.

"More? How's this?" Another finger slid in, the rhythm becoming faster.

Cordelia's hand joined Willow's, focusing on her throbbing clit, trying to reach her climax. She was so close. She began moving her hips in time to Willow's strokes. Willow's other hand joined hers at the hard nub. Fingers intertwining, they brought Cordelia to the brink.

"Willow!" she screamed as she orgasamed. Her body arched as she was washed with waves of pleasure before slumping on the sheet, soaked with sweat, panting, fully satisfied.

Willow lay beside her, propped up on one elbow. "So, how was that?" she asked with a wicked smile.

"Awesome," Cordelia managed to gasp when she found her voice.

"Wanna try it again?"

The seer turned to willow. "Definitely." She wrapped her legs around the witch, kissing her passionately.

* * *

At six in the morning, Cordelia was sleeping soundly. Willow kissed her, then walked, naked, to the kitchen. Sitting on the table, she picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" the voice on the other line said.

"Hey, honey. It's me."

"Willow." Tara's voice became more awake.

"How are you?"

"I miss you."

"I miss you too," Willow said, toying with her hair.

There was a moment of silence. Willow could hear the sheets rustling around her girlfriend.

"So? Did she go for it?" Tara asked.

Willow leaned back, crossing her legs, a satisfied smile on her face. "Tara, I think I managed to convince Cordelia that it's the right way to go."

Tara laughed softly. "If she looks as good in person as she did in that picture you showed me, you have done a service for lesbians everywhere."

"Trust me, baby, she is." Willow threw a glance towards the bedroom, where the new member of the 'team' was sleeping. "She most definitely is."

~Fin~