Eliana (2)
Willow felt a twinge of guilt when she paid for only one ticket at the Sun Theater's admission booth. Learning her Torah had been a big part of her childhood. Ira Rosenberg had spent hours teaching her the scriptures and Talmudic excerpts. The ten Big Ones were always uppermost in her mind. Like thou shalt not steal. One time she had accidentally taken five packs of Crayolas and paid for only four. She had nearly died of shame when she had realized what had happened when she had gotten home. Willow had been convinced that the storekeeper would find out, and he would call the police, and she would be sent to prison forever. Xander had come up with an escape plan that involved hiding out in Mexico, using a disguise kit he had bought out of a comic book catalog. There had also been a complex scheme involving smuggling Twinkies and root beer. They had made it to the bus station when she had seen Officer Micheals, who played McGruff the Crime Dog at elementary school. Then there had been the tearful confession and her parents getting really mad and all in all it would have been easier to just go back and pay for the Crayolas. So, stealing was bad.
Of course, the Torah also said a few things about woman laying down with woman...
The Sun Theater meant safety and rainy weekend matinees with Xander and Jesse. Which you'd think would be not so safe, considering a large dark room full of people meant a big old vampire buffet. However, by accident or design the Sun was the perfect place in Sunnydale for people who wanted a fang-free evening. The grand lobby of the 1920's-style movie palace was decorated in an elaborate faux-Egyptian style. Hieroglyphs on the walls, King Tut mummy sarcophagi at the bases of the pillars, and everywhere the symbol of the ankh. Big ones on the doors leading to the theater itself. Smaller ones repeated in the wall glyphs. Tiny ones woven into the carpet and the seat upholstery. Ankhs were also known as the crux ansata. Slightly weaker against vampires than a "proper" cross or crucifix, but the resemblance and the kick of being a sun symbol meant vampires weren't fond of ankhs. Any vampire who wanted blood with buttery topping likely went to the newer sixplex at the mall.
Willow bought a jumbo popcorn and drink to cover the cost of the second ticket. She blushed when she headed up the side stairs to the balcony rather than the ground floor of the theater. A balcony seat at the Sun had a special meaning in the Sunnydale teen vocabulary. When they had been younger, she and Xander and Jesse had only once gone up there for a better view. The sounds and dimly seen figures had clued in even three tweens exactly why the older kids went upstairs. Since then, she had had little reason to get a balcony seat. Which was actually pretty depressing. The theater was darkened for coming attractions when she crept in. Oh good. Not that many other couples. Especially no Cordettes. Willow chose a seat in the very back, in the far right corner. She drank a huge gulp of soda to quench her parched throat. Off to her left, the bright beam cast from the projectionist's booth played a vintage Looney Tunes cartoon short on the screen flanked by images of Egyptian gods. The Sun's repertory could be eccentric. Rumour had it that Mayor Wilkins secretly owned the theater and had a hand in what it showed. There were always lots of Hollywood classics among the first run films.
A scuffle.
Weight in her lap.
"Hey, you," whispered Willow, embracing Eliana.
"Hey back." A kernel traced Willow's lips. Eliana kissed her hard. "Yum. This was a great idea, Wills."
"Darn tootin'." Willow chewed the popcorn her invisible partner had popped into her mouth. "It's dark, and no one looks at each other, and bonus! You're transparent, so I can watch while-- Oh, it's Casablanca. I love that one. Xander does an amazing Bogart."
"Anyone ever tell you that you have weird priorities?" Eliana asked.
"I've been called quirky." Willow meeped when teeth nibbled her earlobe. "A-although I've seen this plenty of times, a-and--"
"It's cool. I like it." A slither of cloth. Willow squirmed when her hands found Eliana's now naked legs straddling her. "Although being in the closet is alright."
"Yes," sighed Willow. Memories of stolen minutes in the second floor broom closet flashed through her mind. "But you know, I'm not ashamed of you. Of being with you. We could tell at least Mr. Giles. Maybe he might find some way to make you visible."
"No way. I like being your secret." Eliana laughed with that edge that set off both butterflies and klaxons in Willow. "For once, I'm the center of attention. I have your attention, don't I?"
"Front and center." Willow breathed deep. "Eli, I kinda came off a bad relationship earlier this year. An online boyfriend thing."
"Actually a three pound transvestite?" Eliana said.
"A demon lord who tried to eat the Internet," Willow explained. "So, when you say center of attention, you mean always in my thoughts, right? Not, oh, for example, strapping me down in a chair and gagging me while you hunt down my friends in a jealous rage."
Silence.
"Eli?" Willow trembled. "A hint, you're supposed to say no."
"Thinking about the tying and gagging." Eliana's menacing purr did the monarchs-and-sirens thing. "'Salright. We agreed. Whenever I have certain thoughts, like cutting off Harmony's eyelids and making her watch videos of her stuffed unicorns getting taken Gor-style-- Uh. Was that quirky?"
"Terrifying, actually." Willow forced herself to calm. "But this is good, because communication between couples is important."
"It's great. You make a great Jiminy Cricket." Eliana slid down off of Willow's lap. "Now shh. Show's about to start."
Willow tilted her head back. Unseen hands rucked up her loose skirt to her waist. Beneath it, Willow's usual plain cotton panties were decidedly absent. Willow gripped the armrests as her lover kissed up her inner thighs. So good. Like the first time in the showers, the Cordettes chattering like airheads while Willow had stared and her hands had lathered up and lingered on her breasts and she spread her feet just that little bit and lips and tongue. And fingers. Eliana's free hand cupping her bottom, kneading it, holding her steady while Willow's pleasure-fogged brain danced a giddy hora. Not just a secret, but bad and wrong and fun. Lots of fun. Eliana spending minutes exploring, finding out that what made Willow's womanhood-- No, Willow corrected herself as lips kissed along the mons she had shaved for her lover's benefit, not womanhood. Cunt. Her hot wet cunt. A bad, nasty world. And Willow was a bad girl, and Eliana touched her right there. Unh. Willow had touched her there, on her knees in the broom closet. Eliana's fingers tight in her red hair. Guiding her. Controlling her. Not that Willow needed much instruction. It was a bit like hacking. Learning the system calls, the little tricks so optimize performance, setting up recursive loops as her tongue lapped Eliana's clit.
Willow bucked. Hard. Several times.
Turned out Mom's lectures about Our Bodies, Ourselves had actually come in kinda handy.
The scent of aroused girl filled Willow's universe. Tracing the invisible line of Eliana's thighs, she discovered her lover was perched on the seat back in front of her. Mixed with Eliana's juices was tang of buttery topping coating her cleft. Licking her lips, Willow bent forward to return the favor.
On screen, Lazlo and the other customers of Rick's Cafe Americain sang "La Marseillaise" to drown out the Nazi soldiers.
Oooo, she loved that part!
Invisible lesbian girlfriends were the best.
Of course, the Torah also said a few things about woman laying down with woman...
The Sun Theater meant safety and rainy weekend matinees with Xander and Jesse. Which you'd think would be not so safe, considering a large dark room full of people meant a big old vampire buffet. However, by accident or design the Sun was the perfect place in Sunnydale for people who wanted a fang-free evening. The grand lobby of the 1920's-style movie palace was decorated in an elaborate faux-Egyptian style. Hieroglyphs on the walls, King Tut mummy sarcophagi at the bases of the pillars, and everywhere the symbol of the ankh. Big ones on the doors leading to the theater itself. Smaller ones repeated in the wall glyphs. Tiny ones woven into the carpet and the seat upholstery. Ankhs were also known as the crux ansata. Slightly weaker against vampires than a "proper" cross or crucifix, but the resemblance and the kick of being a sun symbol meant vampires weren't fond of ankhs. Any vampire who wanted blood with buttery topping likely went to the newer sixplex at the mall.
Willow bought a jumbo popcorn and drink to cover the cost of the second ticket. She blushed when she headed up the side stairs to the balcony rather than the ground floor of the theater. A balcony seat at the Sun had a special meaning in the Sunnydale teen vocabulary. When they had been younger, she and Xander and Jesse had only once gone up there for a better view. The sounds and dimly seen figures had clued in even three tweens exactly why the older kids went upstairs. Since then, she had had little reason to get a balcony seat. Which was actually pretty depressing. The theater was darkened for coming attractions when she crept in. Oh good. Not that many other couples. Especially no Cordettes. Willow chose a seat in the very back, in the far right corner. She drank a huge gulp of soda to quench her parched throat. Off to her left, the bright beam cast from the projectionist's booth played a vintage Looney Tunes cartoon short on the screen flanked by images of Egyptian gods. The Sun's repertory could be eccentric. Rumour had it that Mayor Wilkins secretly owned the theater and had a hand in what it showed. There were always lots of Hollywood classics among the first run films.
A scuffle.
Weight in her lap.
"Hey, you," whispered Willow, embracing Eliana.
"Hey back." A kernel traced Willow's lips. Eliana kissed her hard. "Yum. This was a great idea, Wills."
"Darn tootin'." Willow chewed the popcorn her invisible partner had popped into her mouth. "It's dark, and no one looks at each other, and bonus! You're transparent, so I can watch while-- Oh, it's Casablanca. I love that one. Xander does an amazing Bogart."
"Anyone ever tell you that you have weird priorities?" Eliana asked.
"I've been called quirky." Willow meeped when teeth nibbled her earlobe. "A-although I've seen this plenty of times, a-and--"
"It's cool. I like it." A slither of cloth. Willow squirmed when her hands found Eliana's now naked legs straddling her. "Although being in the closet is alright."
"Yes," sighed Willow. Memories of stolen minutes in the second floor broom closet flashed through her mind. "But you know, I'm not ashamed of you. Of being with you. We could tell at least Mr. Giles. Maybe he might find some way to make you visible."
"No way. I like being your secret." Eliana laughed with that edge that set off both butterflies and klaxons in Willow. "For once, I'm the center of attention. I have your attention, don't I?"
"Front and center." Willow breathed deep. "Eli, I kinda came off a bad relationship earlier this year. An online boyfriend thing."
"Actually a three pound transvestite?" Eliana said.
"A demon lord who tried to eat the Internet," Willow explained. "So, when you say center of attention, you mean always in my thoughts, right? Not, oh, for example, strapping me down in a chair and gagging me while you hunt down my friends in a jealous rage."
Silence.
"Eli?" Willow trembled. "A hint, you're supposed to say no."
"Thinking about the tying and gagging." Eliana's menacing purr did the monarchs-and-sirens thing. "'Salright. We agreed. Whenever I have certain thoughts, like cutting off Harmony's eyelids and making her watch videos of her stuffed unicorns getting taken Gor-style-- Uh. Was that quirky?"
"Terrifying, actually." Willow forced herself to calm. "But this is good, because communication between couples is important."
"It's great. You make a great Jiminy Cricket." Eliana slid down off of Willow's lap. "Now shh. Show's about to start."
Willow tilted her head back. Unseen hands rucked up her loose skirt to her waist. Beneath it, Willow's usual plain cotton panties were decidedly absent. Willow gripped the armrests as her lover kissed up her inner thighs. So good. Like the first time in the showers, the Cordettes chattering like airheads while Willow had stared and her hands had lathered up and lingered on her breasts and she spread her feet just that little bit and lips and tongue. And fingers. Eliana's free hand cupping her bottom, kneading it, holding her steady while Willow's pleasure-fogged brain danced a giddy hora. Not just a secret, but bad and wrong and fun. Lots of fun. Eliana spending minutes exploring, finding out that what made Willow's womanhood-- No, Willow corrected herself as lips kissed along the mons she had shaved for her lover's benefit, not womanhood. Cunt. Her hot wet cunt. A bad, nasty world. And Willow was a bad girl, and Eliana touched her right there. Unh. Willow had touched her there, on her knees in the broom closet. Eliana's fingers tight in her red hair. Guiding her. Controlling her. Not that Willow needed much instruction. It was a bit like hacking. Learning the system calls, the little tricks so optimize performance, setting up recursive loops as her tongue lapped Eliana's clit.
Willow bucked. Hard. Several times.
Turned out Mom's lectures about Our Bodies, Ourselves had actually come in kinda handy.
The scent of aroused girl filled Willow's universe. Tracing the invisible line of Eliana's thighs, she discovered her lover was perched on the seat back in front of her. Mixed with Eliana's juices was tang of buttery topping coating her cleft. Licking her lips, Willow bent forward to return the favor.
On screen, Lazlo and the other customers of Rick's Cafe Americain sang "La Marseillaise" to drown out the Nazi soldiers.
Oooo, she loved that part!
Invisible lesbian girlfriends were the best.