FIC: The Workout

[Jim Means <Jim_D_Means@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Disclaimers;
Joss Whedon created them, I just took them off the shelf for a little good clean dirty fun. 
Don't bother suing me, I'm broke.

Author's note;
So I was in a chatroom with Shyfox and Quindo Ma, Quin wanted me to write some
snippets for Buffy and Willow, and this happened.  I don't know why, it just did.

Rating; NC-17  Pure PWP.  If the idea of two grown women in an intense physical
relationship(the very idea!) bugs you, you're on the wrong list. 

Summary;  Buffy works out, but when Willow shows up, that's when things get physical.

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The Workout
By Kirayoshi
(with a little help from Shyfox and Quindo Ma)
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Willow stood before her beloved, as the perspiration was forming on her brow from her
workout. "You working up quite a sweat there, Buffy," she commented.

"Tell me about it," Buffy smiled as she removed her sports bra.  Her breasts freed from
their constraints, Buffy began to practice some karate katas, which accentuated her
curves, much to Willow's delight.

Buffy knew that Willow was becoming aroused, and the fact that the wiccan's eyes were
riveted to every facet of her semi-nude figure was a complete turn on for her.  In
something that could only be described as a highly acrobatic move, Buffy went over into
flip-flops, and within less than 2 seconds, had reached Willow, moved past her, and was
now standing behind her, skirt in one hand, blouse in the other, and was staring at a
Willow in pink lace underwear.

It wasn't until the redhead had turned around and saw her clothes in the slayer's hands,
that she noticed that she was half naked. 

"Nice trick," Willow commented.

"I have many skills, like Xena said," Buffy grinned lasciviously at Willow, as she embraced
her lover from behind.  "Let's just say I prepared your clothes a little to get easier access
Will."

Buffy started to lick Willow's right earlobe, causing Willow to weaken in the knees.  As
Willow leaned into her lover's embrace, Buffy started to bring her hands up to Willow's
breasts, and slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, started to carress her nipples.  Willow
turned her head to capture Buffy's mouth with her own.

She laid Willow down on the bench, and stepped behind her, as the redhead whimpered
for her love to continue carressing her.  Kneeling behind Willow, she leaned forward, and
started to kiss the hollow of her neck.  She worked her way down the slope of Willow's
neck, intent on tasting every square inch of Willow's succulent flesh.  

As she continued to entice Willow with her kisses, Willow tilted her head up to kiss and
nip the neck above her. Finally, Buffy stopped at the tips of Willow's breasts. She slowly
lowered her head and started to suck at those luscious nipples.  As Buffy feasted on her
friend, her breasts swayed over Willow's face, and proved too tempting for her to resist.  

Buffy moaned when she felt the velvet soft tongue flick over her rapidly hardening nipples. 
Willow, encouraged by her love's response, tried to carress the left breast, while sucking
and nipping on the right one.  It was kind of like trying to chase a pinata though, and
Willow quickly got tired of having her treats swing out of her reach. Grabbing hold of the
lithe body, Willow pulled the sexy slayer down on top of her, so she could suck the
succulent nipples to her hearts content.

Buffy's face was pressed against Willow's breasts, her mouth clinging to a hardening
nipple.  She slowly lifted her head, and licked a long trail down Willow's breastbone.
Stretching her neck out, she nearly made it all the way to her belly button.  Willow wasn't
sure if she was sorry to lose her toy as Buffy moved away from her, or glad for the
attention. She brought an agile hand up to play with the Slayer's nipples while the Slayer
teased her tingling flesh.  

Buffy, meanwhile, reached out her agile hands, and slipped her fingers under the
waistband of Willow's panties.  Willow, sensing what her partner was planning, eagerly
lifted her knees up, and arched her back slightly, so Buffy could more easily remove the
final barrier of clothing.    Willow's mind was functioning on base levels only. Her hands
reached down along the firm muscles of Buffy's legs, and up to her shapely derriere. 
Grabbing fistfuls of elastic band, Willow yanked Buffy's panties down, while Buffy picked
up her feet and stepped out of them.

"Willow," Buffy turned back to look at her lover's face. "You're a natural redhead!"

"And you're a natural blonde," Willow grinned, her voice filled with pure lust. "But we
both knew that."

"Yes," Buffy moaned slightly as Willow touched her center with the barest of pressures. 
"I just love to reveal that fact to myself." She leaned forward, murmuring, "So beautiful.
So sweet, so wet, so hot. And all mine..." her voice was muffled as she started to kiss the
treasure before her.

As Buffy's face was over Willow's sex, her legs were on either side of Willow's head. 
Willow grabbed Buffy's ass and pulled her down, as she started to lick at the warmth
between her legs.  Willow heard Buffy as she inhaled sharply. She knew she was on the
righ path.

They made a game out of it; see who could stimulate and pleasure each other the longest,
drawing out every touch, every flick of a tongue, every gentle caress, stoking each others
fires hotter.  Buffy started in slowly, nipping the outer labia, her tongue slowly parting the
inner folds.  Willow mirrored her partner's movements, straining to keep her hips from
bucking as Buffy's tongue was sending her to greater heights.  Willow's kisses were slowly
sending an electric current through Buffy, who returned each sensation, as the two of
them began to devour each other.  

Buffy inserted a finger into the redhead's core, and slowly pulled it out and in again.  This
movement robbed Willow of the last vestige of rational thought, leaving only primal
desire. Willow buried her face in the wet folds above her.  With her right hand, she started
to play with Buffy's labia, while her mouth honed in on the pearl at her very core.  Buffy
knew that she could not hold off her climax for much longer, but was determined to bring
Willow to that same level of exctasy at the same time.  She stepped up her efforts, zeroing
in on the nubbin of flesh at Willow's center. She kissed, nipped, licked and sucked, licking
up as much of the sweet nectar Willow was giving off. She couldn't get enough of her.  

They could feel each others heartbeats, as they hammered in their chests. At that blissful
moment when Buffy's agile tongue finally brought Willow to her climax, and Willow drew
out a prolonged orgasm in the Slayer, their heartbeats were in perfect synch.  They had
become one, in their moment of pure bliss.  

Their mutual and volcanic orgasms left them in a state of nearly boneless pleasure, as they
lay limply in each others arms.  Buffy turned her body around on the bench, so she could
lie atop Willow, face to face. They exchanged languid kisses and touches for a good
fifteen minutes, unwilling to move any further.  "Yes," Buffy purred. "This is the best kind
of workout."

"Perfect for the cardiovascular system," Willow answered dreamily.

"Heheheh, not to mention all those great pushups and situps," Buffy added happily.

Willow grinned like the cat that swallowed the entire aviary. "Have I told you lately that I
love you?"

"Van Morrison or Rod Stewart?" Buffy quipped.  She then slowly brought her hand along
the length of Willow's finely curved body. "So, you ready for another session?"

"Oh, Buffy," Willow protested half-heartedly. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh--" Buffy's
fingered Willow's slit with a feather touch, sending a thrill down her spine. "Well whaddya
know? The flesh is willing too!"

As Willow turned into Buffy's embrace, they heard a knock at the door.  "Girls," Giles'
voice called out, "I hate to interrupt, but the Magic Box will be opening in fifteen minutes,
so I'd greatly appreciate it if you cleaned up after your..." he paused knowingly,
"workout."

Buffy and Willow looked at each other, caught redhanded. For ten seconds, they sat silent.
They then leaned into each other, laughing long and hard.

"Hey, Willow," Buffy grinned as they dressed. "I have that tub of chocolate body paint at
the dorm, and my next class isn't until 10:30."

"Mine's not until 11:00. Race ya."