Fic: In The Darkness (2/1) (Eh?)

[annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx]

> Annelise
> wow! can I say sequel, 
> with a little more B/W 
> I know I just can't get enough.
> Melinda

What's wrong with this group?
Everyone's sex mad! :P

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Willow lay on her bed almost in a trance, hearing distant noises 
and voices outside. She shut her eyes, feeling her heart hammering 
inside her chest, her body covered with sweat. Suddenly she sat up on 
the bed. She heard a creaking sound coming from the door lock. Who? 
It was too early for Buffy to be back from patrol... The door swung 
open and Buffy walked into the room.
Willow's heart still thumped. She wanted to complain about Buffy 
scaring her like that, but her anxiety was deeper than her fear and 
left her silent, unable to speak.
"Hey, you." Buffy looked at her with pained eyes. Heavy Slayage 
night.
Summoning up all her strength, Willow whispered, "You're early." 
Her voice sounded hoarse and tentative. She cleared her throat.
"Rough night," Buffy replied. "I thought an early night would do me 
good. Are you okay?"
"Me? I'm fine. You just scared me... I didn't expect you back so 
early."
"I was worried about you," Buffy sighed. "I don't think I've been a 
good best friend."
Buffy sat on the edge of Willow's bed and turned on the bedside 
lamp. She looked at Willow, noticing that her best friend's eyes 
still looked dejected. "Are you feeling any better now?"
Willow shrugged, looking away.
"I wish I could help, somehow." Buffy ran her fingers through 
Willow's lustrous red hair.
Willow shook her head, still looking down at the covers of her bed.
"Why won't you talk to me, Willow? I hardly recognise you anymore. I 
haven't seen you this sad in ever. You're always so cheerful and 
happy and... alive. I need you."
"I'm sorry, Buffy. It's just..." Willow's eyes met Buffy's for a 
short moment but Willow couldn't stand Buffy's probing look any 
longer. She averted her gaze once more. "It's just... It's so hard..."
Buffy frowned. "What's hard? Willow, tell me?"
Willow's mouth opened and shut without a sound as she stared up at 
the ceiling, or perhaps a point in space beyond it. Buffy watched 
her, elbow propping up her upper body. Over time she felt 
uncomfortable, so she rested her head on Willow's bed, releasing her 
sore elbow from the weight of her body. 
Neither of them spoke. Their breathing became the only sound in the 
room. Suddenly, Willow's eyes left the ceiling and faced the 
Slayer's. Willow made an attempt to smile but the muscles of her face 
rebelled. Then, out of the blue, she said, "You're so beautiful."
Buffy shook for a moment, taking in the intensity of Willow's 
stare. It felt odd and it was frightening... but at the same time 
fascinating. There was this strange glitter to Willow's eyes that 
made Buffy shudder. She felt Willow's fingers touching her cheeks 
while brushing her hair away from her face. Because the contact 
tickled, Buffy pulled away, giggling.
"Bad call, Brainy smurf. You're the pretty one."
"No, just look at yourself and see how gorgeous you are. You can get 
any guy you want. Instead, you torture yourself with Angel and poop-
head Parker."
Buffy looked closely at her best friend and saw the ghost of a 
smile on her mouth. Buffy gave a chuckle, aware that her best 
friend's jab was a joke, Willow's way of dealing with her pain.
For a long moment they stared at each other, Buffy shuddering again 
by the enigmatic pull of Willow's eyes. Willow's hands kept stroking 
her hair, uncovering her face and her right ear. Buffy's face had 
grown used to Willow's touch, becoming warmer and less tense. All of 
a sudden Buffy felt Willow's arms sliding around her waist, pulling 
her closer until their bodies touched. Before long Willow began to 
kiss her cheek. Buffy trembled and her face burned as if on fire. She 
had been kissed before by Willow but these kisses were different, 
very, very different... She couldn't understand why her heart beat so 
fast, why her breathing sounded so uneven...
Buffy opened her mouth, breathing in more deeply, feeling the 
corner of Willow's lips against hers. Without quite understanding the 
meaning of it all, Buffy was kissed again by Willow, lips on lips, 
each tongue exploring the other. She let Willow kiss her, too 
overwhelmed to refuse, too confused to respond. As unexpectedly as it 
all started, Willow broke their kiss, turning her back on Buffy and 
sitting up on the edge of her bed, shaking.
"I'm sorry, Buffy... I don't know what's gotten into me."
Buffy sat up as well. She'd liked Willow's kisses, the overwhelming 
intensity of it all. Willow had never been this tender to her. They'd 
never been this close. She enjoyed that closeness. Whenever she was 
with Willow, she felt... good about herself, loved. Confused ideas 
rushed through Buffy's mind, not knowing what to do next. Little by 
little, it became clear that she wanted Willow to kiss her again, to 
feel Willow's mouth and hands killing her with soft caresses. But 
Willow seemed so upset about kissing her.
Buffy reached for Willow and hugged her, feeling the softness of 
her skin. She felt her nipples grow stiff against Willow's back. She 
was getting excited. It felt wonderful to be able to touch and smell 
Willow's hair... silkiness mixed with a sweet fragrance, so typical 
of Willow.
"Willow?"
"Yes?"
"I want you to go on."
Willow stared at her, shocked, ending the embrace. "What do you 
mean?"
"About kissing me. I liked it."
"I thought you hated it. I thought you hated me..."
Buffy shook her head, taking the initiative. She threw her arms 
around Willow's neck and kissed her hard, passionately, pulling her 
best friend down with her. They kissed so that their tongues searched 
for each other. Buffy loved it. She'd never been kissed like this 
before, so passionately, so desperately. She couldn't understand why 
Willow had started it, but that didn't matter any more. Willow held 
her tight, so tight she was afraid she was going to suffocate. And it 
made her happy, so damned happy. Her beautiful Willow, her best 
friend, was kissing her, making love to her, as if tomorrow was the 
end of the world.
Willow slid down and kissed Buffy's neck, moving back to her ear, 
nibbling at it, sending shudders of pleasure up her spine. Then her 
mouth went for the cleavage of Buffy's blouse. Buffy's back arched 
up, trying to increase the contact between Willow's mouth and her 
breasts. Her legs pressed together against Willow's thigh. Only then 
Buffy realised how wet she'd become, her sex pulsating...
Suddenly Willow stopped.
"Why did you stop?" Buffy asked, afraid that her best friend was 
having second thoughts.
"I thought you didn't want it any more."
"Oh god no! Please, don't stop!" To prove her point, Buffy 
passionately kissed Willow's lips, so tasty, so delicious. They were 
soft, so wonderfully soft, with none of a guy's roughness. "Please, 
go on. Please!"
Willow was astounded by Buffy's pleading, still battling with her 
conscience. Willow looked at her best friend's eyes, so eager, 
twinkling with desire and lust for her. It felt unreal, almost like a 
dream...
"Please, Willow... Please! Please, don't stop!"
Willow shook, Buffy's pleading engraving itself in her mind, like a 
hot iron searing its mark on naked skin. Willow returned to Buffy's 
embrace and they kissed once more. Willow's hands struggled to remove 
Buffy's clothes. Desire was taking over.
Willow was in turmoil, not so much by her own feelings... she'd 
known how she'd felt about Buffy for a long time, but by her best 
friend's willingness and desire.
Buffy's shapely legs kept brushing on Willow's thigh. On an 
irresistible impulse, Willow's hand landed between Buffy's legs. 
Buffy moaned into Willow's mouth, producing the most erotic shudder 
in Willow's body. The shudder converged on her sex, and Willow became 
deeply aware of her own arousal, the slow build-up of her love 
secretions. Why now? Why think!
Buffy moaned softly, her eyes closed, feeling Willow's mouth on her 
breasts, kissing them, hands reaching to open her bra. They used the 
same brand so opening it was no problem...
"Hurry," Buffy complained. "Kiss them, lick them... Please...!"
Willow looked down at Buffy, her tongue feeling how dry her lips 
were. She did as the Slayer commanded, returning to the roundness and 
softness of Buffy's breasts, kissing them, licking them, playing with 
them. She couldn't get enough of it.
"Nice... That's feels nice, Will. Go on, please. Kiss me hard, kiss 
me tender. Just drive me crazy, crazy!"
Willow smiled a little, going for Buffy's trim tummy, kissing her 
navel.
"Will..." Buffy whimpered, wriggling her torso. "Don't tease me. 
Let's get undressed."
Willow stared at Buffy, finding it hard to believe what her best 
friend was saying. It was as casual as though they'd been lovers for 
years. Buffy's boldness and matter-of-fact tone of voice didn't 
betray the unusualness of their lovemaking. Buffy's eyes still 
twinkled, displaying their lust, Buffy's desire for her.
Willow closed her eyes, her qualms surfacing again. Buffy took the 
lead though, not giving her time to think. Buffy made her roll over. 
Sitting up on the bed, she helped Willow out of her cute pyjamas.
"Help me out, Will," she protested, giggling and falling on top of 
Willow. Buffy kissed her again, her mouth hungry for those pouting, 
sensual lips. Willow, so beautiful, and hers! This thought excited 
her, for her beautiful best friend wanted her, yearned for her, as if 
she was a guy... 
No, not a guy... 'I'm definitely a girl,' Buffy thought, 'and 
that's the confusing part.' Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, 
Buffy peeled off her dress and, without losing a second, returned to 
Willow, embracing her, kissing her lips, and pressing her sex against 
her best friend's through the fabric of their panties. Buffy could 
feel the warmth and the dampness down there, sensing Willow's 
undeniable excitement, so similar to her own.
Fascinated by Willow's breasts, she started teasing them, playing 
with them, her eyes observing her best friend's nipples growing stiff 
against her bra. She swallowed, opening her legs and straddling 
Willow's thigh, enjoying the pressure on her vagina. She began to 
kiss Willow's breasts, licking the white lace of her bra, getting 
high on her fragrance and softness. She went for the cleavage, trying 
to nuzzle her bra down. Willow wasn't patient, though. She snapped it 
open and hurled it to the floor.
"Come to me," Willow whispered with a troubled, husky voice. "Don't 
make me wait."
Buffy moved in closer, kissing her best friend, sucking her saliva, 
kneading those perfect breasts. She scrambled toward those waiting 
pink nipples, and she licked and sucked them, like a baby, like a 
lover, until Willow moaned. Buffy kept moving Willow's breasts up and 
down, enthralled by their softness. Willow's hands touched her hair, 
tenderly, while she rubbed herself on her best friend's thigh. 'This 
is getting too much,' Buffy thought. 'This can't be real.'
Willow moaned again, convincing her of this reality.
They kissed some more. 'I'm falling in love with her,' Buffy 
thought. Maybe she'd been in love with Willow all the time and hadn't 
realised it. She moved her hand down Willow's slender body and 
touched her between her legs, feeling how moist her best friend was. 
She slipped her hand under Willow's panties, and Willow heaved a deep 
sigh, trying to press her thighs together, which was prevented by 
Buffy's leg in-between them.
Willow searched for Buffy's beautiful eyes through her dishevelled 
hair, and made Buffy kiss her once more. She kissed while her Buffy's 
hands frolicked inside her sex.
"Ooh... That's nice, Buffy."
Willow's tongue found its way to Buffy's neck and up to her best 
friend's ear, making her tremble and go weak.
"Will," Buffy hissed, "you drive me crazy. No guy's managed to do 
that, ever." Her hands were busy slipping under Willow's panties. Her 
fingers touched her best friend's mound, feeling their way, 
penetrating Willow's sex. "You're wet," Buffy whispered, unable to 
contain her exhilaration. "You're wet for me."
"Yes!" That's all Willow could say.
After shedding the rest of their clothes, they returned to the bed, 
Willow directed her thoughts to her best friend and how good Buffy 
made her feel. Buffy's naked young body against hers was such an 
incredibly erotic experience. 'The forbidden fruit,' she thought. 'It 
must be.'
Buffy kept kissing Willow, slowly. Her best friend's lips didn't 
seem to tire of hers. They went on kissing for an eternity, enjoying 
the contact, mouth against mouth, tongues playing inside, smothering 
their soft moaning.
Buffy's eagerness for kisses was unlike anything Willow had ever 
experienced before. Oz had kissed her all right. But he soon got so 
worked up that his willingness to go slow and wait for the right 
signs evaporated, and that ruined everything. Maybe it was because of 
that calm facade he used in public, or maybe it was the wolf inside...
Buffy, however, took her time. Her thigh brushed against Willow's 
sex, and her hand played with Willow's engorged breasts, her mouth 
exploring Willow's nipples, sucking them, leaving a trace of saliva 
behind and returning to her mouth again. From time to time, Buffy's 
hand slid down to Willow's vulva, her slender fingers going slightly 
in and out, making sure she wouldn't hurt her, aware of her Slayer 
strength.
"Please," Willow whispered. "Please." 
Buffy's response was a full-blown kiss on her half-open mouth. 
Buffy smiled for a second but soon enough she got back her earnest 
look. Willow loved her best friend's intentness. Apparently Buffy 
took her pleasure very seriously, Willow thought. And while kissing 
her, Buffy's fingers prowled over her body and stopped at her 
breasts, pressing them together, making her moan with pleasure. 
Instinctively, Willow opened her legs for Buffy. Her best friend's 
fingers touched her small patch of fiery pubic hair and went for the 
wet folds below.
"Do it! Don't tease me!"
Buffy smiled at her best friend once more, watching her close her 
eyes. Buffy's fingers explored Willow's vulva, feeling the waves of 
pleasure they were creating in that beautiful young girl's body. The 
realisation that she was making love with her own best friend excited 
her. Aroused by this stimulus, she was accelerating her attentions 
toward Willow's sex, soaking her fingers with Willow's secretions, 
and joyfully filling her nostrils with the musky scent of female 
desire. Her fingers began to penetrate Willow, harder and ever harder.
"Yes, Buffy... That's it... Go on..."If Buffy wasn't so horny 
herself she would have found it all hilarious. She was almost coming: 
Willow's moans, her mouth on her nipples were wonderful. Willow's 
lower belly started to buck like a wild animal, urging Buffy's 
fingers further in. Willow started to come, the walls of her vagina 
pulsating around Buffy's wet fingers. She kept titillating Willow's 
clitoris to prolong her best friend's pleasure until Willow 
collapsed, exhausted.
After a few minutes, Willow was anxious to reciprocate the 
satisfaction. Buffy did as she was told, opening her legs and 
brushing her sex on Willow's thigh. 
"Go on!" said Willow, putting her hands on Buffy's bottom to 
increase the grinding against her own slippery thigh. Buffy's 
secretions were all over her, and that excited her beyond words. 
While Buffy slid back and forth, her breasts swayed and brushed 
against Willow's, hard nipples against hard nipples, soft skin 
against soft skin.
Buffy convulsed with her orgasm, closing her eyelids and exhaling 
deeply. A few seconds later, Willow had her second.
They lay there, holding each other close, Buffy kissing Willow 
tenderly. Willow kept her eyes shut, shuddering from time to time, 
enjoying the intensity of it all, the pleasure Buffy had given her. 
She was speechless, amazed by her own excitement and response to 
Buffy's sensuality.
"Am I dreaming, Buffy?" she asked, opening her eyes.
"Nope," Buffy answered, shaking her head, a smile appearing on her 
flushed face.
"It feels like it." Then Willow screamed, "Ouch! That hurt!"
Buffy's smile widened into a full-fledged grin. "Yep! But now you 
know you're not dreaming, right?"
Willow laughed, wrapping her arms around Buffy, kissing her, 
feeling her hair on her face, her heart beating faster, her sense of 
smell and touch sharpened by the scent of sex in the air, and the 
warm, soft feel of Buffy's naked body against hers.
"I love you."
"I love you," Buffy replied.
"Don't say that, because I may believe you."
"You should... because it is the truth."
Willow smiled and kissed Buffy once again, still feeling Buffy's 
warmth. Their bodies shivered from time to time. Neither of them 
wanted that moment to end. But it would end, sooner or later, Willow 
thought. Sooner or later, everyone left her.
Willow's sadness crept back, her exhilaration again slowly overcome 
by guilt. She swallowed, her arms pulling Buffy closer, fighting that 
growing fear of losing her. Her best friend had said she loved her. 
Just words... that meant nothing... Or did they?
Willow looked at Buffy and smiled. She'd fallen asleep in her arms. 
Willow shut her eyes, trying to sleep as well. She felt safe... and 
loved.