FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch. 7 B/W (NC-17/NC-17)

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The long awaited shower scene. :) Enjoy!

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• Title: In Need of Your Touch
• Author: Callisto's Dark Side
• Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
• Feedback: Definitely. It can pull me out of a writing slump.
• Distribution: Can be found at
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• Spoilers: Up to season 7, episode 3: Same Time, Same Place
• Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
• Pairings: Buffy/Willow all the way
• Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
• Summary: After Buffy lends her strength to Willow to help her heal, the
two discover that Willow is truly dependent on Buffy's touch.


Chapter 7 - Coming Up With Something Plausible (Buffy's POV)

NC-17 for Sexuality


"Shampoo?" I ask, holding the bottle in my hand, careful not to look down.
Of course I had to buy 'that' shampoo.

"Thanks," Willow answers, cupping her hands up high. "Herbal Essences,
huh?"

"Yup," I laugh nervously, squeezing some shampoo into her hands.

I watch as she runs it through her soaking red hair.

I happily squeeze some into my hands and do the same.

"Does it really work?" Willow asks, curiously.

"You tell me." I blush.

"Nope, don't feel it." She smiles, lathering her hair up.

"False advertising." I frown.

"Better get your money back."

"And say what when I return it?"

We both look at each other and giggle.

"Could you imagine the look on the their face?" I laugh.

"I think I'd be the mortified one."

"Maybe we should get Anya to do it then."

"I don't doubt she would."

We both break out into another giggle-fest.

"So, what do we do next?" Willow asks.

"Do?"

"Not that 'do.'" Willow looks at me horrified. "I mean, do, as in rinse, or
soap?"

"Oh, in that case, whatever you do next."

"Okay, well, I usually leave the shampoo in while I soap."

"Then that's what we'll do."

We both reach out to grab the bar of soap, and Willow slips forward, face
first right into my boobs.

I wrap both of my arms around her slippery body to keep her from falling.

The bar of soap flies behind her, sliding to the front of the tub.

"Oh my God," Willow breathes, extricating herself from my arms, turning
around quickly, bending over and picking up the bar of soap.

What happened to not looking down, Buffy? I scream at myself.

I quickly take my eyes off her, as she stands back up, but she won't turn
around.

"I'm so sorry, Buffy," She apologizes.

"No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have gone for the soap like that."

"It's your shower, Buffy. I should have let you do it."

"But you’re my guest, so you should have had the pleasure." God, did I just
say that?

"I shouldn't have imposed."

"You're not imposing, Will. You're sick right now, and I just want to take
care of you."

"Really?" Willow asks, slowly turning her head, but looking straight down.

"Really, Will."

Willow smiles, then lifts her head up, but clamps her eyes shut the instant
she realizes she's looking up my body.

I can't help but giggle at that.

I reach out my hand and place it on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Will," I exhale. "I think we've pretty much seen all there is
to see of each other, and then some."

"I guess you're right." Willow grins, opening one eye, then the other.

"Plus, you decided to plant your face right into my boobs," I tease.

"I did not! I slipped, and you pulled my face right into them."

"I was trying to catch you."

"Says you."

"Yes, says me. Would you rather I just let you slip?"

"Beats you accusing me of inappropriate conduct," Willow says, as she
mockingly lifts her nose at me.

"I wasn't accusing."

"Oh, no?"

"Nope, I was just stating facts."

"What exactly are the facts?"

"The fact is, you just couldn't pass up an opportunity to get an up close
look at these," I smile, cupping both my breasts.

"Buffy…" Willow blushes, as she turns her head away.

"What's the matter. Don't wanna look now?" I laugh, as I shake them in
front of her.

"No, I do not," She says indignantly.

"Am I not considered hot enough for lesbians?"

"No, it's just…"

"Just what? Not hot in general?"

"No, it's just, well, you know?"

"Know what, Will? That my best friend, who happens to be a lesbian, doesn't
find me attractive?"

"Of course I find you attractive," Willow blurts out, before covering her
mouth.

"You think I'm attractive?"

"Uh, huh." She nods meekly.

"How attractive?" I ask, knowing I'll probably regret it.

"Very. Very attractive. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Hot," Willow rambles, as
she finds the courage to look me in the eye.

"Really?"

She nods shyly, once again averting her eyes.

"Don't," I say, as I step closer and cup her cheek, forcing her to make eye
contact.

I smile, before I look down to see her clutching onto the bar of soap for
dear life. I manage to pry the soap out of her hands and begin lathering it
up in mine.

I can feel her eyes watching my every move nervously.

I bring the soap up to my left breast and begin lathering it up. Slowly, I
cover the entire breast, and then I move on to my right one.

I then lather up my stomach, before handing the bar to Willow.

I watch as she takes the soap, and does the same as me, first one breast,
then the other. I watch her run smooth circles around her perfectly flat
stomach.

I soap up my shoulders and arms while I watch her clean herself.

She hands me back the soap, and I slide it up and down my legs, all the way
down to my ankles.

I'm forced to put each of my legs up on the edge of tub to clean my ankles
more thoroughly.

When I'm done each of my legs, I hand the soap back to Will.

She repeats why I've done, slowly and seductively. I watch with
anticipation as she puts a leg up onto the edge of the tub and runs the soap
along her long, slick, legs.

She runs her soapy hands up and down her creamy white thighs many times.

Finally, she hands the soap back to me.

I take it in my hands and use it to go over my breasts once again, then my
shoulders and arms, my stomach, my legs, and finally between them.

I keep my head down when I wash between my thighs, afraid to look up and
catch Willow watching me. I close my eyes, and slide the soap up and down
along my slit, enjoying the silky smoothness of the moment.

I hand the bar of soap back to Willow, and begin using my soaped up hands to
finish washing myself down there.

I take a brief peek and see Willow's doing the same as I did with the soap
between her legs.

Why did I have to look? I chastise myself.

This is your best fried, sicko. Stop being so perverted. Stop enjoying
this. Stop enjoying the look of her silky smooth skin, while she slides a
bar of soap between her wet, slippery, slit.

Just stop it. I say to myself.

I can't.

I take another peek. I look up this time, and Willow's eyes are lidded, not
clamped shut like she's trying to avoid seeing something. They're lidded
like, big O lidded.

Oh God. She just licked her lips and let out a moan. She drops the bar of
soap, but she continues to rub her right hand between her legs, while her
left one is massaging her breast.

I do the exact same thing, only my eyes are wide open.

I begin rubbing my slit faster, and faster, until, all of a sudden, she
comes. I know she has. She only let out a few little moans, but I could
see her body tense, and I knew she came.

I look away, completely flustered that I just watched Willow bring herself
to orgasm in front of me, and that I didn't avert my eyes.

Willow quickly rinses off the shampoo and soap, and I do the same.

I keep trying to think of something to say. Maybe a joke, but nothing
comes, so to speak. I was so close too, but I'm too embarrassed to do it
now. What am I supposed to say? Hey Will, glad you came, can you give me a
sec to get off too? Yeah right.

God, I hope she doesn't know that I know. Maybe she thought I was too busy
washing myself that I didn't notice. Yeah, that's plausible.


To be continued.