Chapter Three: To Take
Now (Buffy)
You remember watching her in the eye of that storm. You remember thinking she looked so like a raven, but you didn't think you'd said it out loud. But as you take off her shirt and walk around to her back, trailing your fingers over her skin as you go, you know you did. And despite the pain she was in she must have heard you.
Because spread out over her shoulder blades is a tattoo you've never seen before. Black and grey wings unfurled the entire width of her back, and two words, done in a flowing script, just below; The Raven.
The sight causes you to smile and grimace all at once as you trail your fingers over the design. Smile because she's right here, grimace because of the memory of her being gone curls at the edges of your mind. She's not just the raven anymore, now she's yours.
"I didn't think I'd said that out loud." She turns to look at you, her skin glimmering in the moonlight coming in through the window. She cups your cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin as she gives you a lob sided smile
"Last thing I heard." you don't waste anymore time. You press against her, grabbing her lips in a fierce kiss and walk her backwards. She bumps into your desk and the minute you stop walking you yank open the buttons of her jeans and take hold of the waist band of them and her underwear.
As you start to pull them down she lifts herself up by the edge of the desk. Pulling herself out of them as you pull her clothes off.
And then she's naked. You've never seen a more beautiful sight in your life, it actually makes your breath catch.
But she has very little to no patience left. She pulls you into a kiss that's so heated it makes a flush of warmth blossom over your chest.
When the kiss breaks you don't waste any more time, you lean down and wrap your lips around one of her nipples. She leans back on one of her hands and cups the side of your neck with the other, panting, as you alternate between her breasts.
You can actually smell how turned on she is and it's making a soft growl rumble through your chest. You slide your hands down her thighs and under her knees, pulling them up until her heels are braced on the edge of the desk. You don't want any awkward angles and you don't want her to think you're gonna tease her for hours. You want her aware of exactly what you're doing.
Without taking a pause for thought you move your hand in between her legs, cupping her and groaning low in your throat when you feel exactly how wet she is.
You don't spend a few minutes getting the lay of the land, so to speak, you don't start off with her clit, you go for broke because your patience ran out the moment you felt her scorching your palm. You slide your fingers inside of her, getting lost in the feeling of being surround by her.
But not so lost you took your eyes off her for even a second. She watched as you pushed your fingers inside of her. She moaned at both the completely erotic sight of it and at the feel of it. Her hips lifted and started to thrust in time with the pace you set.
And you know for a fact you were wrong before. Her naked and laid bare for you isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen; this is. Her eyes trained down her body, watching in rapt awe as you fuck her, her mouth open as she gasps and pants and moans for you, her hips involuntarily thrusting against your hand as you move. All of it. The most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
And then you feel it. Her inner muscles starting to tighten around your fingers. Her panting breath starting to blow out so hard it hits your forearm. And when the pulsing starts around your fingers you know you were wrong again.
Her eyes roll up into her head as it drops backwards, her mouth drops open in a silent scream, her back arches as her hips start to flutter against your hand. It's like an earthquake. But on the inside.
Now that was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.