The Crusade

[marauder13]

Gentle sighs and soft moans still lingered in the air as his question faded into silence. Willow was completely different to any of his previous partners, even fellow Ecstatics and even that Verbena he ran into about 10 - 12 years before. She had been a wonder to be with, but all of them paled compared to Willow for one reason. Willow wasn't awakened.

The giggle brought him back to the important matters, namely the woman in his arms. He pulled his head back slightly, looking at her with a quizzical expression.

"This will be a true test of your ability."

He was about to laugh when he noticed her movement. He received the two sweetest pecks on his lips. He could feel her still encapsulated chest pressing against him from her deep breathing, enjoying the mild pressure of her breasts pressing against his chest.

He smiled back at her. "Challenge accepted." He kept one hand on her lower back, enjoying the feel of the warm, soft skin, while he moved his other into position in order to release her bra. He kept his eyes on hers, confidence radiating tangibly from him. Deft thumb and fingers manipulated the material and in a matter of seconds, they both felt the fabric of her bra loosen.

He said nothing, but raised his eyebrows as if you say 'See, I told you I could'. Still keeping her pressed close, Paul's hands went to her shoulders, gently easing the shoulder straps down her arms, assisting her getting her arms free. He gave Willow a quick peck, followed by a soft "Shhhh."

He bent down a little bit, leaving a soft trail of kisses along her jaw and onto her neck. His hands slowly caressed her arms as his trail continued further south onto her torso. Paul stepped back slightly as his head dipped lower, noting with interest the persistence of her upper underwear in performing one of its many duties. But he carried on as if it were not there, savouring those parts of her he had only touched before.

"Now, how to deal with this?" The question was softly spoken, as if a thought allowed itself to be spoken. The top edge of the cup closest to his mouth was gripped in his teeth, gently pulled away enough to let gravity take over.

Small moans now accompanied his kisses on her breast, along with pauses for warm breath to wash over her skin. Her breast in total was covered in kisses, with the darker pinnacle receiving the extra attentions it warranted. Ne he didn't spend too much time there on that one spot, soon returning to his nomadic path toward the other still captured feminine mount.

Another quick tug from his teeth and the bra sailed to the floor as he lavished the other side of her with more kisses, moans and heavy breath. No one side was favoured over the other with his attentions. He loved them equally, because they were a part of Willow.

His mouth continued over the flat plain of her belly, enjoying every piece of exposed skin. He was down on one knee, hands on her flanks and he continued to kiss her softly. She was worth every moment of attention, adoration and affection. His heart sang in joyous rapture at the way she responded so favourably to all he had done for her and to her. If all went well, his soul would join in as well.

When he could go no further, he pulled wrapped his arms about her waist, letting his head rest against her belly. He held her like that for a while, enjoying the simple contact. He leaned back slightly, looking up at Willow, smiling warmly.

"You... are... wonderful."

His arms tightened about her waist, lifting her off the floor as he stood up. he carried her the few short paces to one of the piles of cushions, where he lowered her enough to then safely drop her. He allowed himself to follow, bracing himself with his arms so he didn't crush her when he lands.

"Which is why wonderful things need to happen with you, and to you."

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Willow saw the smug confidence in Paul's eyes as his hand travelled to the strap of her bra. She couldn't help but grin. She'd seen that expression before, and the one to follow it was always one of disgruntled determination. However, after a few seconds of careful manipulation, the band of her bra lost all tension. She looked up at Paul and his even smugger, I told you so, look and decided that this ability was equally as impressive as his manipulation of the coin toss earlier.

As Paul slid the bra straps down her arms she realised what the next step would be. A sense of shock flashed through her at how quickly she had let him move, but a small reassuring "Shhh" sent that thought hurtling into the back of her mind. Trust. In their short time together she had already seen so much of him and his ability that she felt like she knew him.

She wanted this. No, needed it... and she needed him.

When he pulled his body away from hers her bra stayed put. The soft lace fabric sticking to the mounds of her breasts. Nevertheless, Paul trailed hot kisses down her face and neck before his lips travelled to her breasts. As his arms slid up and down hers all of the sensations sent her desire into hyper drive.


"Now, how to deal with this?" His voice was quiet. When she looked down at him she had no doubt that he knew how to deal with it, but now he had her full attention. The sight of him using his teeth to pull her bra from her heaving breast made her moan, but not nearly as much as the kisses he lavished on the newly exposed flesh. His lips were heaven to her. Each kiss sent a new and more potent need for him coursing through her. When he removed her bra completely and showered her other breast with his affection she brought her hand up to tangle in his hair, delighting in the feel of him. Every single kiss felt like part of a greater ritual of worship, they were tender, searching and full of refined lust.

The moment that Paul begun to kiss lower was when the desire truly hit Willow. It was like she had gotten up to fast, or spun around in circles for too long. His affection made her dizzy and she wrapped her arms around him and clung to him tightly. His arms wrapped around her waist and he rested his head against her stomach tenderly. The break was just what she needed to calm and center herself. The familiar and intimate gesture warmer her heart and reinforced the feeling that they were meant to be doing this.


"You... are... wonderful."

Willow blushed furiously as he lifted her off the floor. She laughed and looked down into his deep blue eyes as he carried her to another part of the room. As he lowered her, her body slid against his, her skin burning against his. A moment later his controlled lowering turned into a drop and they crashed backwards against some pillows on the floor. Paul braced himself so that he didn't land on her, instead his body was poised above hers and she looked back up at him through her lashes.

"Which is why wonderful things need to happen with you, and to you."

"Those wonderful things are already happening to me." Willow whispered before using her elbows to raise herself slightly and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. As her tongue slid eagerly into his mouth she readjusted herself, pulling her legs out from under him and opening them so that his lower body fell against hers.

Willow took the opportunity to slide her hands up and down the bare skin of his back, her hips pressing up against him instinctively as she did so. When her fingers reached the waistband of his jeans she stopped and pulled her lips away from his regretfully. He led a trail of kisses down his neck and over his shoulders as she used her hands to pull his body against hers even tighter.

Willow never normally slept with someone on the first date. She was all about getting to know a person before taking the plunge. However, she felt like she already knew Paul. Like she had known him for a millennia. Even though she didn't even know his last name. Her doubt washed away as she tasted his skin on her lips, as she inhaled his unique masculine scent. She wanted him, she trusted him, that was all she needed to know.

 

[marauder13]

Seeing Willow happy seemed to be Paul's driving goal at that moment. And he was more than to meet that challenge. The rewards so far were excellent. She had the most lovely smile, and the laugh was the dying echoes of the Angelic Choir's song. Paul couldn't think of any more fitting rewards for his efforts.

"Those wonderful things are already happening to me."

Willow lifted herself to kiss him, and he took to it like a starving man took to food. He let her tongue pass his lips, teasing it with his own as their bodies adjusted to more comfortable positions. Paul moaned into Willow's mouth as her hand roamed his naked skin, wreaking havoc with his nervous system and remnants of his cognitive processing.

A playful moaned whine let Willow know what he first thought of her moving her lips away from his, then quickly changed to approval when she resumed kissing him elsewhere. Her arms tightened around him, drawing him closer to what he was starting to regard as a little piece of heaven on earth. He loved the feel of her body against his. Her skin awakened his in ways he had long forgotten about, and was overjoyed to experience again. He subtly shifted himself while pressed close to her, getting a little high from the way she felt against him in their intimate embrace.

Deep down, Paul knew that Willow was wanting everything he was giving to her. He knew that this was not normal for her, purely by the way she was reacting to him. He had been with enough women who enjoyed a good short fling, and they were cut from a totally different bolt of cloth than Willow. Paul saw her as the type who would only open up to someone she felt comfortable with, who she knew well enough to share her greatest gift with. That, in his mind, made all the difference to him.

"Now," he whispered to her, "you mentioned that wonderful things were already happening to you. I would rethink that, because those will pale into nothingness compared to what's going to follow. And not just here, but for the rest of your life. Because, it's only going to get better, man."

Paul pushed himself up onto his knees, and made an obvious display of leering at her half naked body. Finishing off with a cheesy grin, Paul made short work of the button and zip on Willow's jeans. He grabbed the edges at her hips and pulled them down past her shapely rear, before shifting his grip, and pulling them off all together. The wonderful side effect of that was that Willow's legs were high in the air when he finished.

Paul clutched each leg around the ankle, and held them apart enough for his head to fit between. He started on her left leg, kissing the arch of her foot, before working his way down the inner leg. His beard always touched her as he moved his lips further along her delightful limb, depositing kisses along the way. He continued until he felt his bears touching the last barrier maintaining her complete modesty. Paul let the kissed leg rest on the piles of cushions as he repeated his kissing trail down her other leg, stopping under the same conditions.

He resumed kneeling between her naked legs, letting his hands brush them gently, caressing them almost mindlessly as he concentrated on the look on Willow's face.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

"Now," Paul whispered, "you mentioned that wonderful things were already happening to you. I would rethink that, because those will pale into nothingness compared to what's going to follow. And not just here, but for the rest of your life. Because, it's only going to get better, man."

Willow grinned at his use of man. It was not a ways he had ever spoken, but she could tell that he was being himself with her. The grin was wiped off her face as he got to his knees and looked down at her; she could feel the lust as it radiated from him, it burnt her exposed skin and made her remember just how much she had on display. Just as she began to feel self conscious a delightfully cheesy grin crossed his face and the mood eased significantly.

Willow's jeans were off and her legs were in the air before she even had a chance to comprehend it. The next thing she knew, Paul was holding her, legs parted, as he trailed kisses intimately over the arch of her foot and down her inner leg. She moaned as his lips travelled along her skin; the searing points of contacts each a new origin for a sharp bolt of desire that travelled to her very core. Despite how undeniably erotic the feeling was, there was also the slight tickle of his beard. It was hard for her to hold back the giggles, but she managed to. Barely. Her face was caught between a way of pleasure and amusement, but the contrasting sensations only made her want him more. He was good at this; at making her feel a lot of things at once.

He has said earlier that this experience would pale in comparison with what was to come. That thought made her bite her lip as she looked into his intense blue eyes. She wasn't entirely sure that she could handle anything more than this; her body was already in hyper drive.

Willow had to take back a little control for herself before she lost it completely. She closed her legs and folded them to the side before raising herself up to her knees in front of Paul. She leant forward and captured those skilful lips with her own before they drove her into a lust-induced madness. The skin of her inner thighs was still tingling with the memory of his attention, and she had to make a conscious effort to make sure she didn't rush things. She wanted to enjoy every second of him. Of them.

As Willow kissed Paul her hands travelled down to the button of his jeans and she popped it open with ease. Her next endeavour was slightly more challenging, but she managed to untie the rope that held up his jeans and then pulled it out of the belt loops in one swift motion. She kept it in her left hand as she slid his pants down his hips and towards his bent knees. Her kisses became a little more desperate as her fingers fluttered over his lower stomach until they reached the waistband of his boxers. Willow guessed at the location of his rigid member by the pull of the soft fabric, and her fingers skirted around it as she explored him further; dipping down to his thighs and slightly under the hem of his boxers, tracing circles along them before she extricated her hands an ran her thumbs over his hip bones.

Abandoning her present course of action she reached her arms around her back and grasped the free end of the rope that had been holding up his jeans in her right hand. She wrapped the slack around her hands before pulling it taut and using it so draw his body against her. She broke their kiss reluctantly and gave him a wicked smile.

"Can it really get better than this?" As she spoke she raised an eyebrow asking, daring, him to prove that it could.

 

[marauder13]

Paul watched intently as Willow slowly, and sensually, moved her legs to one side of him, then rising into a similar pose before him. The interplay of her body parts as she did so was a pleasure to behold. His imagination tried to project how she would loo a little later than evening, and he dismissed them immediately. He knew his imagination was no match to the realities of being with this magnificent woman.

More kissing; fires burning brighter and hotter from the exchange. The heat was not the only thing exchanged between them through the kiss. That indefinable something that was building the bond between them was there too. Paul felt the universe contracting to include only themselves, yet expanding to pull in everything miraculous about it.

He was so lost in her that it wasn't until his 'belt' was fully removed that he felt her hands in motion against him. He focused on her lips, letting the other actions provide a subtle accenting to what else was happening. Willow started getting more passionate with her kissing, and Paul matched her perfectly. The touches of fingertips on his belly punctuated the rising crescendo of feelings perfectly; the well timed percussion notes amongst the stirring strings and woodwind. he could feel the cooler air against his near naked thighs, sending a wave of goosebumps over his body. It was exactly what he needed to continue the climb towards their personal nirvana.

Even through their furious oral exchange, Paul managed to gasp and moan at the touch of her fingers as she teased him beautifully. He felt the exquisite texture of his boxers pressing against his skin from Willow's fingers as she explored everywhere except for his lingram. His short laugh degenerated into another series of groans that vanished into her eager mouth.

Before he knoew what was happening, he was pulled into Willow's body, almost pressing all the air out of between their near naked bodies. She finally pulled back, a wicked smile gracing her lips that made her even more desirable in his lust hazed eyes. He could do little more than gaze at her while he sucked in much needed air into his lungs.

"Can it really get better than this?"

The rough twine of his belt rubbed against his exposed back, yet another sensation melting into the bubbling mix within him. Willow's face spoke of a challenge, one he was willing to accept and triumph over. A slow feral look of primal desire spread over his face.

"Oh, my word it can get better than this." His hands found hers, wrapping them within his. "And you had better be careful, young lady. You never know what could happen to you when you start playing with ropes." He loosened her hold over the rope, letting it drop to the cushions. With a lunge, he pushed her backward with his body, again ensuring that he only pinned her enough to restrict her movement, rather than crushing her completely. Again, he was back on his knees, and the final piece preventing her from being totally nude was gone.

Hands rested on her thighs, parting her lithe limbs so he could advance on his goal easier. His lips brushed the top most skin of her thighs before he moved to the rose between them. He paused, taking a deep breath and inhaling her sweet scent, then let his warm breath dance over her skin. Lips met lips again, a delicate kiss given. Paul continued to kiss her about her most private place. He even gently laid his lips on her well groomed hair above. With one last soft sigh, he descended once more to her sexual core.

His tongue explored her, mapping every facet of her lovely terrain. Paul locked every nuance of the contours in his mind, observing every reaction from her as he left nothing out of his curious touch. He delved deeper; Valley of Venus, the mount at the top as well as the cave below. He took care not to hurt her, to respect her and show her how special she was.

Armed with the knowledge he had gained, Paul set out to give her a gift in return for her trust in him, as well as winning the challenge. He smiled briefly as his tongue and mouth set about granting her the highest pleasure he could. With a single mindedness, he set about giving Willow the first of many highs she would get from him while they were together.

'A wonderful woman needs to have wonderful things happen to her.'

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

"Oh, my word it can get better than this. And you had better be careful, young lady. You never know what could happen to you when you start playing with ropes."

Willow's mouth opened in a small 'o' of surprise at Paul's playful threat. It almost made her not want to be careful. An image of her hands tied above her head as he did many unsavoury things to her body made her sigh longingly.

Willow pushed that wayward thought out of her mind. What point was there in imagining a fantasy when she was living a better one there and then? As he got closer to her womanhood she reached down and buried her fingers in his hair, hoping that he would continue his current trek. She wasn't disappointed. Even though the lust that was shared between the two of them was tangible, Paul's actions were tender, intimate and respectful. Never before had she felt such a perfect balance between such distinct concepts.

The kiss that Paul gave her down below was just as passionate and skilled as the ones that he had showered on her lips and face. His lips and tongue worked in a glorious partnership; teasing, licking, building. As he continued to tend to her, her fingers tightened in his steely hair and she threw her head back, moaning at the pleasurable contact. Her orgasm came on waves of exquisite pleasure, each one larger and more powerful than the last. When the waves reached their crescendo she cried out, screaming Paul's name into the room beyond. Her legs and arms tingled as shock waves radiated out from deep within her core; the intensity of this peak unmatched by any she'd ever had before.

Quickly, very quickly, Paul's lascivious attentions became too much for her hyper sensitive body to handle. Her hips squirmed as she pulled herself away from him.

"That was better than wonderful." Willow panted, her breasts rising and falling quickly as she struggled to catch her breath. When she looked down and saw Paul's blue eyes twinkling in the light of his room she smiled and shifted so that her face was close to his. She pressed her lips against his softly, able to taste the musky flavour of her arousal on his lips.

"Do you mind if I return the favour?" She asked, words murmured against his mouth huskily. She didn't wait for an answer, he would stop her if he really wanted to anyway. Instead, she kissed his cheek, his neck, his collar bone and his chest. She continued further south, over the flat plane of his chest and stomach and then her lips danced around the tented fabric of his boxers in the same way that her fingers had done so previously.

Willow placed her hands on his hips and tugged on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down over his erection and then pushing them to the ground. The sight before her eyes was enough to take her arousal to a whole new level. Paul's manhood was just as visually pleasing as the rest of his healthy body. Willow looked up into his eyes eagerly as she brought a hand up to wrap around his erection. It was hot and hard, yet the skin was delectably soft. She begun to stroke it as she moved her lips forward and pressed them against his tip. She could taste the salty tang of his arousal and she moaned softly, eager to take more of him in, to make him feel pleasure akin to that which he had bestowed upon her.

 

[marauder13]

"That was better than wonderful."

For all his other abilities, Paul was a man with all the frailties of one. Hearing those words was a relief to the instinctual doubts that all men have when with a woman. Even the most confident, arrogant prick still harboured that doubt, whether he acknowledged it or not.

He waited as Willow shifted herself and claimed his lips with hers. The refreshed taste of her arousal coupled with her normal taste left him feeling a little light headed. He was falling for this woman more and more he did with her. Of course, he fell for everyone he was with, but Willow was definitely in a league of her own.

"Do you mind if I return the favour?"

Words dripping with desire and other feelings brought forth the only response that was possible. A gentle nod. His eyes rolled back and he moaned with pure pleasure as her lips made a trail down his body. He laughed lightly as she kissed him through his boxers, deliberately avoiding his most obvious sign on delight in her.

He waited in great anticipation once he felt her fingers take to the band of his boxers. He held no shame, embarrassment or doubts about his body. He knew how well it worked, and what he could do to make his partners very happy. But he still enjoyed that reaction he got from the moment of unveiling.

He wasn't disappointed either from how she reacted. The soft hand carefully taking the first feel of his proud member was fabulous. With each stoke, soft waves of bliss swept over him, making his feel slightly unstable. He looked down just to see Willow bring her lips to the tip of his cock. That initial contact sent a jolt through him that made his muscles give in.

One hand managed to make contact with her cheek, cupping it gently and moving her back slightly. "Wait... wait one moment. I think I'll need to lie down for this. Something tells me it's going to be that good."

He simply collapsed onto the pile of cushions, rolling himself about to rest flat on his back with enough space for Willow to get comfortable as well. He turned his head to face her, his smile all he needed to give her to let her now he was ready for whatever she wanted to give him.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Willow stopped her gentle kissing when she felt Paul's hand cupping her cheek gently. She looked up at him questioningly as she pulled away. Surely she hadn't done something wrong so soon?

"Wait... wait one moment. I think I'll need to lie down for this. Something tells me it's going to be that good."

Paul's words made her blush. His pre-appraisal of her was terribly generous. As he collapsed onto the cushions beside her and then turned to smile at her, her sudden nerves were washed away. He had a great smile.

Willow slid down slowly so that she was lying beside Paul with her head at his hips. She reached out to circle his girth in her eager hands again, the warmth of his rigid member in her hands renewing her lust and making her realise how much she missed holding it in the few moments that had passed. She stroked his length leisurely, looking up at him and watching his mischievous blue eyes for signs of his reaction. As time passed her stroking increased and she longed to taste him again.

A shift in position was all she needed to lift herself up so that her mouth was tantalizingly close to his cock. Her tongue flicked out quickly, swiping across his tip and cleaning up the sheen of his seed that had gathered there. She moaned appreciatively and took his tip in her mouth gently. As she lowered her lips down around him, taking a part on him into herself, she trailed her hand down to massage his balls gently. When Willow's mouth travelled over the ridge of his tip and further down his shaft, she grazed him ever so lightly with her teeth and gave his testicles a light squeeze as she massaged.

Once Willow had taken in as much as she dared, she pulled her hand away from his glorious orbs and gripped the base of his manhood. Slowly she begun to move her lips up and down, her hands trailing behind. When her mouth reached his tip she would swipe her tongue over it before lowering back down again. So Willow set the motions of her efforts. Every so often she would vary her attentions, swapping her hand from his base to his balls, or using her teeth gently to add another sensation. Sometimes it was the roof of her mouth that she moved over his tip, other times she would press her tongue against the delicious vein that ran up his length.

All time and reason left Willow as she lavished her attention on Paul. She wanted to thank him, she wanted to show her heartfelt appreciation for what he had given her. More than that though, she wanted to explore him, she wanted to join with him. His cock in her mouth felt less like a sex act and more like one that was designed to blur the boundaries between the realities of their existence. His heavy breathing and groans joined with the sound of the blood roaring through her veins, the steady drumming of her heartbeat, to create a soundtrack of life that was both more carnal and more inspiring than any song she'd ever heard. As his vocalisation of pleasure increased, she felt hot and heavy desire building within her again. Her attentions became faster, more pointed. She wanted him to feel the same pleasure she had. She wanted to make his soul float on wave after wave of satisfaction.

 

[marauder13]

Paul felt a a little boy about to get the Christmas present he had always hoped for. He let himself feel the brush of her hair against the skin of his hip as she slid down beside him. It tickled slightly, but not enough to detract him from what she was preparing to do. He clamped his lips together as her hands gasped his lingram once more. Soft noises came from him as she stroked him slowly at first, getting a little faster as time passed.

"Uuuhhhh." Willow's tongue swiped the head already sensitive in anticipation of the euphoria that was awaiting him. Her moan as she finally took him within her was soothing and arousing at the same time. When her hand descended to his balls, Paul surrendered all conscious thought, and let his feelings have full run.

Her touch, wetness and warmth were melding together becoming one indefinable sensation that hamonised with his soul to produce almost heavenly music.

He was aware of everything she was doing to him, yet he would never be able to recall it clearly whenever he tried. He could feel her affection for him, the lust that suffused it and gave it the extra edge that propelled him into places he had never experienced before and longed to return to again. He, and those of his ilk, thrived on sensations and how they opened the mind to the vistas of the universe. Willow had unknowing unlocked another door an Paul was experiencing the wonders newly revealed. He wanted to bring her there too, to let her garner the rewards of her efforts. Dimly in the background, the rhythm of her mouth and hands set a pulse he could detect in the new realm he was in. He felt himself start to slowly spiral in the air of the new realm; the virgin landscape below broadening to dazzle him with the wonders that awaited. The passage on the spiral grew faster and faster as the circle grew tighter and tighter the higher he soared. He knew deep in his soul what was about to occur, willing it on while striving to delay the inevitable.

With a blinding flash that filled his universe, Paul felt his body rejoice, pulsing gloriously with the white rain of life. About him, the universe exploded into a kaleidoscope of colours, sounds, tastes, aromas and tactile sensations that left him in total awe.

Paul's eyes opened, staring into the infinity beyond the roof, before finally focusing enough to allow him to find Willow. His hands found each side of her beautiful face, drawing her towards him as he curled himself vaguely upright to kiss her deeply, hoping to share the last dying echoes of the miracle that she enabled him to experience.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Paul's body exploded with an a cappella of gratifying moans and it was all Willow could to do keep up with the product of his ecstasy. She swallowed every last drop of his precious essence as his member pulsed inside of her mouth, her hands massaging his balls gently, coaxing out every last drop greedily.

When Paul's hands cupped her face gently and pulled her towards him Willow was happy to comply. When she looked into his sparkling blue eyes she could see them filled with a passion that she'd never seen before. Ever. Paul's lips crashed against hers and their tongues danced gracefully in a kiss that was filled with all of the enthusiasm and mystery of their relationship thus far. Willow wrapped her arms around Paul and straddled his lap, careful to keep her moist womanhood from pressing against his spent member; she was too sensitive to tease herself like that. As their kiss deepened Willow felt as though she was melting into him, not sure where her body began and his ended.

 

[marauder13]

Paul was on Cloud 9 due to the way Willow kissed him back. She was opening her soul to him, as he was to her. They were reflecting each other's passions back to the other, magnifying the intensity as well. Paul could easily remain sitting with Willow, holding her and kissing her until their lips hurt too much to even smile. What she had given him up to that point had been amazing, and well worth the time and effort gaining her trust.

But a deeper part of him was presenting a list of very compelling reasons for continuing rather than stopping there. A small portion of those reason were purely selfish, and he agreed with every one of them as well, but the greater majority were more for Willow's benefit. Or at least that's how he saw them.

He eased himself away from her, again allowing himself to refill his lungs properly and work his jaw and mouth muscles in other ways to loosen them up. He looked into her eyes hard, reading them from years of experience with his previous partners to better gauge what they were feeling, and desiring. He saw Willow's desire for a connection with someone that would lift her spirits while the world sought to crush them.

Paul leaned forward, taking her lips with his but also using his body to slowly bring her back down on the cushions. He settled himself between her legs, his body aiming to be a comforting pressure on top of hers. His spent member rapidly restored itself to being able to perform another of it's duties.

"Ready?" Softly spoken words in a tone that Paul knew would reach her ears clearly. The softer head parted her lower lips, easily sliding to the gateway to her personal heaven, before with the same measured pace filling her until he was entirely within her.

A sighed moan signaled his complete penetration. As he began to move, he kissed Willow passionately. Each kiss was raw, passionate, varied in duration, style and delivery. Each was like a snowflake; unique, marvelous and fun. Paul allowed himself to relax, letting his body take its cues from Willow's. He would vary his pace, angle, depth, power, all the while enjoying the miracle that was the joining of two human souls through the feeble shells they rode. Paul was bobbing in the sea of ecstasy, letting the waves and currents take him where he went. Warmth as he rarely felt seeped into his body, easing tensions he didn't know he had. Waves of raw energy passed though him again and again, energizing him with each pass.

Through the haze, like a double negative, he saw Willow, felt her against him, around him, within him. All of what he was experiencing was because of her. Her gift to him. He longed for her to return to her place of supreme bliss, to feel her and hear her reach that pinnacle as many times as he got get her there. His body knew how to best please her, and how to please himself with her, and how to let them both ease off a little too.

Again, without any conscious thought, Paul started to move in the ways that would bring Willow to her climax in a nicely paced crescendo. He would take her there slowly at first, then faster and faster until she was there.

And he would bask in the glory of her ultimate high, gaining all his pleasure from seeing her in her own personal rapture. It was the gift he wanted her to have.

"Wonderful things need to happen to this wonderful woman." Each word carried by it's own breath. Each word carrying the fullest weight of his belief in the truth of those words.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Watching Paul's face move back and forward as he loosened up his face muscles. The sight made the corner of her lips turn up slightly, she herself could feel the strain of the intensity of their affections. Even though Willow was pleased that he had been satisfied, there was a part of her that wished that she had stalled his peak, that she had received his seed deep inside of her now desperate core.

When Paul's lips met Willow's again she was glad for the contact, but not nearly as glad as she was when he began pushing her slowly back against the pillows. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but now that she knew it wasn't over she was looking forward to what was to come. His body was heavy on top of her, every part of him that could touch her warming her body in a way that made her sigh. He settled himself between her legs, and to her amazement, she felt his spent member slowly rousing from its short slumber.

"Ready?" His voice was hot in her ear. Ready for what? Willow thought. A moment later she realised exactly what he had been talking about.

Willow gasped when his tip parted her folds and settled against her entrance. Her world turned into a vortex of desire as he slowly sunk into her, his pace was so soft and slow that it made her want to cry out in desperation, instead she wrapped her arms around him and dug her fingers into the smooth skin of his back. When Paul was finally sheathed within her she let out a breathy moan of anticipation she didn't know she'd been holding.

Paul's lips resumed their impassioned kissing and Willow clung to him desperately as he moved inside her. He was an anchor to a reality that was swirling about her dangerously. The only thing that she was sure of any more was Paul and the pleasure he was giving her. Ever moment that passed made Willow feel lighter and lighter, the pleasure of their coupling tearing her consciousness from her body and taking her to a place that was made up of nothing but pleasure. Every thrust of Paul's added to her heightened state of arousal, and eventually his shifted to a position that made her scream out in agonising pleasure. His pelvic bone pushed against her highly sensitive clit as he moved inside of her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back, eager to feel more of the blissful pressure.

When Willow's orgasm came, it came hard. It broke through the physical barriers she had become accustomed too and shook her down to the very core of her soul. Her throat grew hoarse from the powerful moans tearing free of it, and her nails dug into Paul's back. Everything around her was shrouded by a fog of bright red lust, and her entire body tingled and ached with her release.

"Wonderful things need to happen to this wonderful woman." Each word was spoken like it was said by the very power that made up the universe rather than by Paul's lips. The words held such weight that they moved Willow, they made the corners of her eyes wet with appreciation. Paul not only seemed to understand her, but he had given her something that she had never thought to imagine.

As Willow's body came down slowly from it's high her limbs felt light and feeble, her head spinning as the colours of Paul's room settled back into place. She looked into his deep blue eyes and had to grit her teeth to avoid falling into their bottomless chasms. Paul was someone that she could get lost with. Something that she could get lost in.

"What have you done to me?" Willow asked with a soft laugh as she ran her hands up his back and tangled them in his hair.

 

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When with a partner, Paul almost lived for the moment when they reached their climax when engaged in any sexual act. So he was not too surprised by the immense bodily reaction from Willow when hers struck. His eyes rolled back under the effects of the rolling of hips, the many spasms of muscles deep within her body and the various impacts of her body against his. Above all of that, he felt what he thought was the deep rejoicing of her battered spirit being given something positive. Rasping moans joined other unintelligible sounds filling his ears, and he delighted in the pinpoints of pressure where her nails dug into his back.

He waited, still buried within her heated core, watching warmly as Willow slowly drifted back from her climax. He saw the wet at the corners of her eyes, wondering what exactly brought out that reaction from her. He held a hope that it was tears of joy rather than some other emotion. Paul held her gaze when she looked back at him, radiating the joy and calm that held sway over her in her afterglow.

"What have you done to me?"

Paul joined her little laugh, shifting his head slightly as her fingers slid into his hair. He groaned a purred a little, before opening his eyes again to gaze at the woman sharing his joys.

"Simple, I have been fucking a special woman, getting her nicely relaxed so we can really enjoy the rest of it."

Armed with the awareness of his own body, and what he picked up of Willow's particular sweet spots, Paul resumed pleasuring Willow in the most intimate of ways. Once more his focus narrowed completely to be only Willow, and this time he made sure that she was aware of that. Nothing else mattered to him but sharing the greatest joy that two people could. But he constantly changed what he was doing to enable them both to climb the great spiral again, this time in unison. He worked carefully and subtly to bring them to the highest plane of bliss at the same time, for their souls to dance to the Divine Joy together. He knew he was sweating, he was bright red from the exertion as well as the incredible feelings boiling up within him. He could feel the various slickness of skin between them as they both commenced the final rush to their individual versions of la petite morte.

Paul had lost control over himself in those final moments, letting his body do what was needed, wanted as desired before the grand explosion of bliss ripped through him. He felt the swelling of his lingram as he gifted Willow for the second time that night, having received a far greater gift from her. Ecstasy coiled about him, holding him tighter than a constrictor but filling him with joy rather than dread.

Paul found himself laughing. A deep belly laugh that carried his pure bliss, happiness and delight from him for the world to share. His eyes filled with tears before rolling easily down his cheeks to vanish into his beard. He leaned down, kissing Willow deeply and passionately before raising his chest off hers to let her breath easier, as well as cool off more efficiently.

"You do know, Willow," he paused for a few deep breaths, "This sex will get better as get to know each other more." He kept his expression serious as he looked down on her flushed form, loving the look of it after what he felt was a very good fuck.

 

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Willow

Just as Willow spiralled back to reality after her intense release, Paul began to move inside of her again. His words had made her smile, but that expression was wiped off her face as she cried out. Her entire body was nearly unbearably sensitive, and even the tiniest shift from Paul cased ripples of pleasure to course through her entire being.

Paul's body moved with hers and Willow forgot about everything else. The only thing that mattered was the way that he felt inside of her as their bodies transcended the limits of physical pleasure. Willow could no more control her moans than she could control her instinctual reactions to Paul and his divine ministrations. The crescendo of her pleasure came at the same time as his; their bodies labouring under a pleasure that the human form was too weakly made to process. The relief of release was a salvation for Willow; an experience of something overwhelmingly positive and gratifying.

The heart filled laugh that echoed through the room was the perfect soundtrack for Willow's descent back to reality. Her chest heaved and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Willow looked into Paul's eyes and was mesmerised to see a tear roll down his cheek and disappear into the steely hair of his beard. She reached up and put her hand on his cheek, utterly relieved to know that their coalescence had moved him as it had her. His lips captured hers in a short but terribly sweet kiss. When Paul broke the kiss and pulled his chest away from hers a sigh of relief washed through her, the cooler air of the room rushed over her breasts and her breath came easier in the significantly less humid air.

"You do know, Willow," he paused for a few deep breaths, "This sex will get better as get to know each other more."

Willow whimpered as her body dared to imagine something better than what she'd just experienced. After her whimper she let out a small laugh.

"I am tempted to say that you're mad- it isn't possible to get better than incredible." Willow said, voice breathy, "But there is something telling me that you are not exaggerating." Willow's head fell back against the cushions as she let out a loud sigh.

Normally, after such vigorous and fulfilling sex, Willow would drift off into a restorative slumber. This session, however, had left her mind and body racing with a positive energy that was desperate to be used. She'd just had the most physically and emotionally satisfying sexual experience of her life and it made her want to shout from the roof tops.

 

[marauder13]

It was a far more difficult task than Paul would have expected from such a simple maneuver. But it took a lot of self discipline coupled with a seemingly large amount of effort to simply roll over and lay down beside Willow on the mass of cushions. He could have stayed like that for hours, quite comfortable and enjoying every little touch as they breathed, or moved around slightly. But if nothing else, he knew both of them needed to get up and eat, shower and possibly dress. But for the immediate future, he was content to lie beside Willow, and enjoy the fabulous view before him.

"I can tell you, Willow, that it does get better, and there is plenty of scope for it to get better too." He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of Willow in her afterglow. The smell of her fresh sweat and her arousal mixed well with the base aroma of her to make something that Paul wished he could bottle for those moments he needed a little pick-me-up.

'Who am I kidding, when I need a fucking huge pick-me-up!'

"Now, to show I'm not a complete cad, and just willing to take you in such a delightful way before showing you the door, when you're ready, we can retire further beyond get cleaned up and eat, in whatever order and time frame, then we can decide what'll happen after that. How does that sound?"

He allowed on finger to gentle scrape a nail along her skin, leaving a wake of mostly dry skin behind. The line slowly winding about into a complex pattern that is visible when the light shines the right way. Each breath slowly revealed a different part of the pattern on her smooth skin as it undulated and rolled with each glorious breath.

"Man! Can life get any better?"

A deep, almost booming voice filled the room. "Yep, now that the floor show is over, you can get off your lazy arse and get us some food."

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Paul's assurance that things would only get better from here made Willow's face flush with pleasure. As he sank down on the pillows beside her she edged over slightly, trying to get a little closer to the warmth of his body.

"Now, to show I'm not a complete cad, and just willing to take you in such a delightful way before showing you the door, when you're ready, we can retire further beyond get cleaned up and eat, in whatever order and time frame, then we can decide what'll happen after that. How does that sound?"

Willow couldn't help but smile at his words. As she rapidly came down from the extreme high of their encounter reality had begun to settle in. She really didn't know anything about Paul, and she had just had (mind-blowing) sex with him. She had no idea what to do in a situation like this. She didn't want to just get up and leave, nor did she want to hang around if he was done with her. So it was that his offer to stay with her beyond the deed reassured her and soothed a very insidious seed of self-depreciation that threatened to sprout inside of her.

Willow thought about the options that he had proposed as nail traced delicate patterns over her sweat-covered torso. His touch sent shivers down her spine and her skin raised in goose bumps. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the contact as she tried to determine if she was hungry. No. Nor was she ready to get cleaned up just yet; she wanted to preserve the smell of his body on hers for as long as she could before washing it off. She had just experience something prodigious with him and couldn't bear the though of washing away the only tangible evidence.

What Willow wanted, wanted more than anything else in that moment, was to simply lay beside him and enjoy having him so close to her. As inappropriately intimate as it may seem, Willow felt a connection to Paul and having his body next to hers was comforting.

"Man! Can life get any better?"

Willow's lips parted to agree with Paul's sentiment and tell him of her intentions when a booming voice filled the room.

"Yep, now that the floor show is over, you can get off your lazy arse and get us some food."

"What the fuck?" Willow yelped as her heart leapt into her throat. She scrambled to her knees and grabbed at the cushions on the floor, bringing them up to try and cover her naked body. She looked around, her eyes wild, trying to determine the source of the voice as her heart pounded rapidly beneath the cage of her ribs. When she failed to find a source she fixed Paul with a glare that would rival the heat of the depths of hell as she tried to preserve some sense of modesty.

She should have known that this was too good to be true.

 

[marauder13]

Paul rolled onto his back, groaning as Willow exploded into action. He felt the change in the room immediately, destroying the ambiance swifter than a police raid at a rave.

"What the fuck?"

She scrambled to her knees, covering her glorious body with the biggest cushions she could grab. That wonderful calm was he had been soaking up from her was gone, and the blaze she was directing at him brought another groan from him.

He eased himself up, not taking too much notice of her hostility to him, but still allowing himself to show that he was suffering under her gaze a bit. He shuffled over to one of the bookcases, leaning down to reach behind a small pot plant beside it. He pulled up a long, dark furry tube like thing that writhed unpleasantly in Paul's grip.

"What have I told you about greeting company for the first time?" He shifted the mask faced ferret into a more comfortable position in his hand.

"Wait until they come into the lounge room, and don't hide when I first talk." He had all the tone and rhythm of a child being lectured for the thousandth time on that one subject. "But I'm hungry. You didn't feed me this morning 'cause you were out shagging someone else."

"Have you every heard of tact?"

"Heard of it, don't agree with it. Food. I need. Like... right now."

"How about you go apologise first, then you'll get fed with the rest of us."

"Fine."

Paul lobbed him over to the pile of cushions, landing him roughly where Paul had been lying down. With a quick flip, the ferret righted itself, then hauled itself onto it's back legs.

"Wow. This one's a keeper, Paul." He shifted his head from side to side, staring at her intensely. "I mean you two seemed to get on well here on the floor, but she's special within. Seriously, try and keep her around. She'll do you good, real good."

Paul grunted. "Oh, yeah. Um," the ferret coughed with very human like gestures, "I'm sorry for scaring you like that. I forget how you humans like to ahhh mate in private and feel you're properly alone. Which was why I was hiding over there so you didn't get distracted by me at the wrong time.

"And ,Willow, you can call me Ferret, which is what I am. I don't need any fancier names. So, if you'll excuse me, I need to get my human over there moving so I don't starve to death while he keeps thinking with his dick."

Ferret bounded off the cushions, making his way over to the door that lead into the lounge room. He paused at the door, giving Paul a look of impatience.

"Well, come on, you know I can't open these fucking doors myself."

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Paul didn't seemed too shocked by the booming voice, but he did seem to be annoyed. As he got up Willow looked around for her clothes, realising that she should have taken a little more notice of where they'd been shed. Paul's exasperated groans placated Willow somewhat as he leant over and reached behind a pot plant.

At first Willow thought that it was a sock. When it began to writhe in his grasp Willow then thought that it might even be a rat.

"What have I told you about greeting company for the first time?"

What the fuck? Willow thought again as Paul moved the thing in his hand abnd she could see that it was a feret. For a moment Willow forgot all about her nudity and that strange booming voice and admired how cute the little thing was.

"Wait until they come into the lounge room, and don't hide when I first talk."

Willow yelped and dropped the pillows in surprise. She then grasped and scrambled to gather them about again. That was the source of the voice? Impossible! Willow pinched her arm and then gritted her teeth at the pain. She wasn't asleep, that was for sure. Maybe Paul had slipped something into her juice. Perhaps some magic mushroom purée. Come to think of it, her orange juice had tasted a bit earthy.

"But I'm hungry. You didn't feed me this morning 'cause you were out shagging someone else."

Willow listened with her mouth slightly open as Paul and the ferret continued their banter. Even though she knew that she should be bothered by what the little ball of fur had said about Paul, she couldn't get over the fact that it was talking. The fucking ferret was talking!

The strange critter was thrown unceremoniously onto the pile of cushions that Paul had vacated and then rolled over before getting onto its hind legs. Willow was in complete and utter awe at the human-like actions of the creature.


"Wow. This one's a keeper, Paul. I mean you two seemed to get on well here on the floor, but she's special within. Seriously, try and keep her around. She'll do you good, real good."

Willow's face flushed at the ferret's statement when she remembered that the strange talking creature had seen her and Paul having sex. What he said about her being special within made her blush even further, and she looked to Paul, confusion and shock in her brown orbs.

Willow laughed at Ferret's next few comments and watched as he bounded over to the door and demanded that Paul open it for him. Willow knew that she should have been polite and returned Ferret's greeting but, for the first time in her life, she was completely and utterly speechless.

Well, Willow thought, her brows furrowing I suppose that could have been worse. Compared to the coin predicting, the healing, and the completely transcendental sex what was a mere talking Ferret? Even though she would have like a warning that there was a third party in the room Willow decided to push through her annoyance. Part of her really wanted to see more of the amazing creature. And of Ferret, too, of course.


Willow managed to locate her clothes and pull them on, still buried under a pile of cushions for modesty's sake, and then got to her feet. She didn't mind that Paul had seen her naked, or if he continued to do so, but the thought of Ferret watching her somehow made her very awkward.

"Well Alice, you're officially in Wonderland now!" She muttered to herself, shaking her head as she walked over to Paul.

 

[marauder13]

Paul opened the door, allowing Ferret to race through in his long bounding gait. Paul cast Willow an apologetic look as he opened the door wider.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Paul, ogle her later. I need food."

Paul rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, still as naked as he had been with her. He walked through a spacious lounge room. A large window on the right wall showed images of the action in the club below. Just before it was a sofa large enough to sit five or six people facing a large flat screen TV. Below the TV was a cabinet with a state of the art sound system which connected to a series of speakers around the room. The far end of the room included a small kitchen dining area, with a door near the the left hand wall.

Ferret jumped up onto one of the two chairs at the small table, then onto the table proper. "I'm fucking starving here, Paul. You can bang her whenever you damn well please, but my gut's on a timetable here."

"Shut up, Tube rat."

"Love and kisses to you too. I'm not pissing around here, Paul. I'm in serious need of a feed."

Paul took a look at Ferret, who slowly raised himself up, and gave Paul a solemn nod. Paul picked up his pace a bit, getting out a bowl from the fridge, and scooping out a mixture that was heavily mince based and dropping it into a pet's food bowl. Paul went back to the fridge, replacing the large bowl of food. With his back between his hands and Willow, Paul drew forth some of his quintessence, molding it into the shape of a rabbit's heart. He put the fresh organ on the top of the pile, and took it over to the eagerly awaiting Ferret.

"As agreed and promised, my friend, your bounty to tide you through your days."

"As agreed and promised, my friend, your needs will be met as they are needed." The words spoken, Ferret tore into the heart, eating noisily and happily.

Paul smiled at his mammalian companion, then turned to look at Willow. "So, Willow, what do you feel like for dinner? My range is a little limited up here, however, we can go downstairs and have something nice."

He walked to the sink, washed his hands and dried them. He turned back to look at her, while he pulled his hair free of the bindings to redo his ponytail.

"Or, I can go downstairs and fetch something and bring it back here. By that time, garbage guts over here -" "I heard that!" "- will have finished his dinner, leaving us the table free to use.

"What do you think?"

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Willow was quite impressed as she left the front room of Paul's unit and walked into the lounge room. There was a flat screen TV and a lounge that would take up her entire lounge room. What interested her the most, though, was the window in the wall. She walked over to it and peered down, taking in a wonderfully voyeuristic view of the club below.

With an amused laugh Willow continued to follow Paul and Ferret through to the eat in kitchen and watched as the creature jumped up on to the chair and then the table. He certainly was direct. The fact that he was talking still made her head spin, but the ferret oozed such character with his actions that she knew it wouldn't be long before she got used to it.

Something serious passed between Ferret and Paul, and Willow watched on with interest. Paul stopped his admonishment of Ferret's bad manners and impatience and then went to the fridge to get Ferret's food. For a moment Paul just stood as he held the bowl, back to Willow, but when he turned around he said something that sounded almost like a Ritual. Ferret's words were also just as serious as he accepted the food and then begun to hoe into it with great gusto.

Paul presented her with several options for dinner. She didn't want him to go out of his way to cook for her, but the thought of having to eat in the club with the loud music and low lights wasn't terribly appealing either.

"I like that last option." She said with a quick look at Ferret. It seemed that it would only take Ferret a couple more minutes to finish his meal at that rate. "I'll come with you." She said. "Are you planning to get dressed?" She added with a cheeky smile and an appraisingly glance at his deliciously naked body.

 

[marauder13]

"Am I planning on getting dressed, she asks. As if I'm going to show this off to everyone about the place."

"Not all at once, you're not." Ferret added with his muzzle buried in his food bowl.

"Keep that up, and no favourite sleeping spots for you."

"OI! Not that's just getting plain nasty that is." Ferret looked over to see Paul staring at him. "All right, fine. I was fucking out of line with that comment. But you don't have to show 'em one at a time is all I'm saying. Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up and eat." Ferret put his head back into the food bowl and resumed eating.

"Come on, I'll grab my clothes from the other room, and we can go downstairs and order some food." He walked past Willow, completely at ease with his nakedness. He silently hoped she would look at him again. He really liked it when she did. Of course, she might not be aware of him knowing that she was, but then some surprises were worth keeping for as long as possible.

Back in the room where he and Willow had enjoyed some great sex, he found his clothing, slipping them on quickly and efficiently. Once more fully restored to a clothed state, he waited for Willow to join him before leading her down one flight of stairs.

Like when they first left the public part of the club, Paul walked down a less than clean hallway until they reached a door. He a grin, Paul opened the door to a wall of heat, brightness and noise. About them were the sounds of a large kitchen running at full pace. There was a small bench like table, with three stools nearby. Paul indicated for Willow to sit down, while taking a seat of his own. Within a minute, a portly dark skinned man wandered over, his face opening up to show a complete set of the whitest teeth.

"Gopal! I gather you are hungry. Food for you and the Miss, yes?"

"Harish, well met, old friend. Yes, if you can find it in your good grace to supply us with some food of your homeland?"

Harish pulled his head back, scowling slightly. "Would I do anything else for you? Sit. I had a feeling that you might come down for food. I have something almost done."

Paul looked at Willow, grinning broadly. As quickly as Harish disappeared, he returned with a tray, containing two small metal containers the like used in buffet heaters, a large wooden bowl, and a stack of flat breads.

"A Vindaloos and a Korma for you both. The Korma is not too hot, but the Vindaloos is nice and strong. Vishnu look over you both." He gave a small bow, before rushing back into the heart of the Kitchen. "Roger! Keep an eye on that!"

"If you would be so kind, Willow." Paul lifted the tray and moved towards the door. "Lamb Vindaloos, Chicken Korma, Saffron rice and some kind of Narn bread. We'll have to fend off the tube rat when we get this back upstairs. I've never met such a glutton. A literal glutton too, I might add."

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

Willow sniggered to herself as she listened to the banter between Paul and Ferret. After the intense session in Paul's front room the conversation was what she needed to allow her body and mind to come back down to normality. Well, a normality with a talking ferret. However, their discussion made her wonder just how many people Paul would show that body off too and whether Willow was just one of their number. He had said that he wanted to spend time with her, but there was nothing she could do if he chose to disappear. Trust. That word echoed through her mind and she took a deep breath. She had given him her word.

As Paul walked past her, her eyes followed him. It was nice to get a proper view of the back of him, but it made her lower regions throb as she recalled what that fantastic body had just done with her. Enough, she mentally reprimanded herself. Even though her body was resorting to its natural responses she knew she wouldn't be able to follow through. Not yet anyway.

Paul got dressed pretty quickly and covered the most tempting parts of him, a fact that Willow was both slightly saddened by this yet thankful that the temptation of his body was gone. After dressing he led her through a dingy hallway into what was nothing less than a large industrial style kitchen. Willow followed him over to a small bench and took a seat on one of the stools as Paul exchanged words with a friendly man with a dazzlingly white toothed smile.

"A Vindaloos and a Korma for you both. The Korma is not too hot, but the Vindaloos is nice and strong. Vishnu look over you both."

The food looked amazing and smelled completely divine. Willow was naturally wary of curries and the like; she enjoyed the flavour but had a somewhat low tolerance to spicy food. However, the smells wafting towards her were terribly tempting, and her stomach began to churn, proving to her just how hungry she actually was.

"Lamb Vindaloos, Chicken Korma, Saffron rice and some kind of Narn bread. We'll have to fend off the tube rat when we get this back upstairs. I've never met such a glutton. A literal glutton too, I might add." Paul said. Willow smiled as she followed him back out of the kitchen.

"Well, he might have to be the one fending me off. That smells amazing and I am starving." She said eagerly. "Before we get back in do you mind me asking you something?" Willow's voice had turned from enthusiastic to sheepish. "Ferret is... well... He's a ferret. And he talks. Can any animal talk or is he just special?"

Willow's thoughts turned quickly back to her beloved pet cat. She wondered what she would say if she had the chance.

 

[marauder13]

Paul led Willow back to his place, enjoying the newness of his relationship with her. There was something different about those initial days and weeks with someone new that he truly found special, and almost needed in his life at times. But Willow, she was different again in that he felt a bond there right from the moment he first met her, and everything they did made that bond stronger. He felt how she felt about him, and he sensed the depth of her trust in him which was greater than anyone else he had met so far.

They were inside his personal abode once more, passing through the room that still carried the aroma of serious intimacy and into the lounge kitchenette. Ferret was lying on his back on the sofa, snoring loudly while his front paws twitched occasionally.

"Looks like he hunts in his dreams. We'll be safe for a while. Oh, Ferret is definitely special. One of a kind, fortunately. I don't think the world could handle two of him, let alone more. It took a lot of effort to find him, well not him precisely, but... I honestly can't see how my life would be without him now. The right pain in the arse that he is." He placed the tray on the counter, quickly grabbing everything they needed to enjoy the meal before them. Plates, glasses, milk, cutlery were all positioned with practiced ease. Paul moved around to take the stool beside Willow, but paused before he sat. He cupped her chin, guiding her head around to meet his kiss. Slowly, tenderly, he pressed his lips against hers, tempting her to open her mouth to allow his tongue to seek out hers and dance with it. As they kissed, his hand caressed her cheek.

When he ceased the delicious tasting of Willow, he let out a sigh that bordered on a whistle. "Now that the appetizer is complete, now we have dinner, let it settle, and then we might have some... dessert." Paul's eyes raked Willow's body, easily removing them in his mind's eye and enjoyed the view once more.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Willow

The sight of Ferret lying, passed out in a food coma, and twitching as he snored made Willow grin. It was all very cute. That was, if she could cut the memory of his very foul language from her mind. It was hard to think of him as a cute Ferret when she had been subject to his very dry wit and personality.

Willow wasn't sure whether she was saddened or relieved by the fact that Ferret was one of a kind. A small part of her was thoroughly amused by entertaining what her beloved pet kitty cat would say if she found her voice, but as she thought of what Ferret had to say she realised that she might just be better off without her cat spilling all of her secrets to complete strangers.

Paul set the table efficiently and Willow's stomach gave a deep rumble. Willow thought that he was just going to sit beside her, but before he did he guided her into a tender and sweet kiss, his fingers stroking her cheek with obvious affection. When he pulled away from her she leant forward slightly, her entire self not wanting the kiss to end so soon.

"Now that the appetizer is complete, now we have dinner, let it settle, and then we might have some... dessert."

Her mouth dropped open at his plans. More? So soon? She certainly wouldn't argue. If it wasn't for her rumbling stomach she would have even suggested skipping dinner.

"Dessert has always been my favourite meal!" Willow said with a grin before reaching out and spooning some of the fluffy yellow rice onto their plates. The quicker dinner was done, the sooner it would settle and the sooner she'd be able to explore Paul some more.

 

[marauder13]

Paul laughed softly as Willow's jaw hung loose at his declaration. He wasn't sure what the actual root cause was, but she looked cute that way. He sat himself down, heaping food onto their plates then pouring milk into the two glasses.

"Dessert has always been my favourite meal!"

"I wonder why?" He took a mouthful of milk, then slowly inhaled over each part of the plate. The breath was released in a sigh.

"Blessed be the Great Three. Brahma. Vishnu. Shiva." He glanced at willow, smiled and winked, then got stuck into the food. He ate with obvious joy, even when the first piece of the Vindaloos made him grunt and reach for his glass. Eating was always a joy, more so when Harish supplied the meal. But as meal lived and died by the companionship. With Willow, he could have been eating boiled boots and still had a great meal.

But with all good things, there was an end. This ending was dictated by his full and contented stomach. His lips tingled with the aftermath of a fine curry. Once Willow had finished eating, he grabbed the dirty dishes, glasses and cutlery, and put them into the sink. He walked back to where Willow sat, bunching her hair between his hands, lifting it away from the back of her neck. he proceeded to nibble his way from one side of her neck to the other.

"Mmmmm... one of the better ways of ending a meal. Shall we retire to the sofa and look like we're watching something while we make out and have naughty fun?"