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The glass door slid to one side and Willow stepped into the shower, turning on the taps and letting the warm water cascade down her bare body.

It took Tosh seconds to join her, the two of them squished together in the tight space of the shower.

Tosh reached for the shower gel, squirting some onto her hands and rubbing her palms together. Then she turned Willow around, silently, and started rubbing her hands over the silky skin of her bare back. “You're so tense,” she whispered in her ear.

 “I’m worried,” Willow replied, as Tosh loosened her shoulder muscles.

 “About?” Her hands drifted lower, rubbing the soap around the small of her back then wrapping her arms around her waist and rubbing the suds into her abdomen.

 “Buffy,” Willow said, as her breath hitched. “She seems... seems to be struggling with... with everything.”

Tosh's hands worked their way upwards, massaging the soft flesh of Willow's stomach, then the underside of her breasts.   She leaned back into the touch, resting her head in the crook of Tosh's shoulder, giving the Japanese woman the opportunity to nip at her neck as her fingers found Willow's nipples.  “What kind of everything?” she breathed into Willow's ear as she teased her nipples into hard peaks.

 “A-Angel... and Sp-Spike... and Owen...” Willow stammered, her voice catching as Tosh's delicate fingers worked magic all of their own on her.

 “Owen?” she enquired, her breath tickling Willow's ear.

 “She's getting ... attached to him... as more than a friend...” Willow gasped out as Tosh turned her around to face her.

Before Tosh had chance to answer, Willow claimed her lips with her own, a gentle kiss at first, until Willow ran her tongue over Tosh's bottom lip. The kiss turned passionate, Tosh entangling her fingers in Willow's red hair.

Willow's hand found the small of Tosh's back, pulling her in closer so that their stomachs touched, the soap making them slippery and slide together as their tongues danced.

Tosh's hand slid down Willow's stomach and down to her crotch, slipping inside the hair she found there and pressing against her clit.  Willow gasped and broke the kiss off, the hand resting on Tosh's shoulder gripping and leaving little half-moon indents in her skin from her nails.

Her other hand gripped at Tosh's waist as the young Japanese woman slid her knee forwards to spread Willow's legs, allowing her better access. Willow drew in a shuddering breath as Tosh slipped a finger inside of her, her thumb continuing to massage her clit, gently.

 “Toshiko...” she moaned, shakily, as Tosh added a finger, thrusting upwards. “Please...”

 “Tell me what you want,” Tosh whispered, huskily.

 “I want ... I want you to kiss me until my lips bruise ... I want you to finger-fuck me until my legs give way beneath me. I want you to bring me so hard that I scream your name until the lights go out and my voice stops working,” Willow told her, her lips slightly parted, her tongue wetting them with a quick, enticing lick.

Tosh moaned. “Your wish is my command,” she said, putting her unoccupied hand behind Willow's neck and drawing her in for a searing, fierce, forceful kiss, adding another finger inside of her, her fingers moving inside her more roughly by the moment.

She pushed Willow backwards until she crashed into the wall, the water hitting her red hair, flowing down her body and hitting Tosh's hand, firmly nestled between her legs.

Tosh's other hand twined itself in Willow's hair, holding her in place as she lifted one leg to wrap around Tosh's waist. She threw her head back against the wall, screwing her eyes shut and biting her lip as the sensations Tosh was bringing on flowed through her, making her shudder and writhe.

Tosh leaned in, brushing her lips across Willow's chin and neck, kissing, biting and nipping. “Tosh...” Willow moaned.

 “Come on, Will,” Tosh said, thrusting her fingers in her harder, faster. “Come for me, let me hear you scream.”

 “TOSH!” The scream left Willow's lips at the same moment as a pulse of bright light did, leaving Willow's body and entering Tosh's, bringing her to the very same orgasm with Willow's name on her lips.

Shakily, Tosh pulled back, steadying herself against the wall and Willow. She gasped out a breath, eyes squeezed closed, reaching out to turn the shower up.

As the water began to pound against their flesh, Tosh felt her senses return. “Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Definitely better with magic.”  She glanced outside of the shower at the dark bathroom. “Although replacing the light bulbs is getting to be rather expensive.”

She looked round at Willow, who was massaging her throat. “Worth it though,” the redheaded witch said.

 “Every time.”

Chapter 16a