buffy’s positive now that absence makes the heart grow fonder. when she closes her eyes, at any given time, she can PICTURE what briar’s lips feel like on hers, on her SKIN --- but it’s nothing even CLOSE to the reality she’s experiencing right now. her knees are bent, back resting against the door to provide some support for them both, and god, her sister’s hands might as well be everywhere. cold digits press underneath buffy’s clothes, movements soothing and gentle to contrast the PASSIONATE pressure of their kiss. a hand extends from her side to pull the identical body in front of her FLUSH against her own blushing flesh and she can’t help but to mewl the nickname she calls briar by, relishing in the relief she feels after the time they’ve spent ( physically ) apart. when they pull apart to breathe, hazel hues catch a glimpse of briar’s eyes and even the MINUTE distance is too much --- buffy’s nose nudges forward, ( though her lungs appreciate the brief moment to HEAVE ) urging her sister to continue and she thanks whatever higher power there is that she does.
she doesn’t say anything, just lets her jaw drop slightly to allow the entrance of her lover’s sweet tongue into her mouth --- she tastes better than candy. the hand buffy’s placed on her lower back descends to her hips, grasping at the fabric there, hoping that if she keeps tugging they might meld into one being. electricity juts through her skin when the blonde’s teeth nip at her lower lip and buffy breathes out a noise that sounds closer to a SOB than a moan. after a swallow, the girl works to catch her stuttering breath and her hips jut forward of their own accord, meeting briar’s in a subtle grind.