Mental Training (Mel style)

["Misty" <SailorFireStarr@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Mental Training (Mel style)
Author: Melanie M./Shai AKA 
SailorFireStarr@xxxxxxx/SSailorUranuss@xxxxxxx
Archive: fanfiction.net. Other then that, please ASK if you want to 
archive it.
Pairing: just read it ^.^
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: um. . .I can't think of anything I haven't mentioned
Disclaimers: none of the BtVS chars. belong to me, I'm just borrowing 
them for this fic challenge so please dun sew me.
Comments: this is a reply to Predator's Fic challenge "Mental 
Training" on the yahoo group Buffy Wants Willow. I really need 
feedback.

Intro
>From the beginning of time it was known to the Watcher's Council that 
their warrior against the dark evil, the slayer, would eventually 
face warriors of darkness that were far superior than the slayer. In 
those battles the slayer's body would turn traitor, begging her to 
give up so she could die and the pain could cease. It would be a 
contest of wills and only the slayer's will to survive would make her 
victorious. The task for the Council was to create a scenario that 
presented this contest of wills. 

The first scenario the Council members came up with, was like this: 
They would drug the slayer and take away her slayer powers. Then make 
her face a vampire alone and without weapons. That scenario was 
quickly reject due to the fact that they would loose to many slayers 
and it was inhuman, wasn't it? The Council members spend days 
figuring out a scenario in which the body would turn traitor against 
the mind. 

What could it be ? then it came to them: SEX. The Council soon
came 
up with the scenario that throughout history was known as "Mental 
training". The scenario has been feared and enjoyed among the slayers 
that lived long enough to try it?. 

And now the fic.

Giles paced in the Magic Box as he waited. How could they ask him to 
do something like THAT with HER? It was obscene. There was a knock 
at the back door and the watcher rushed to it. He ushered the 
redhead in and sat her down.

"I got her ASAP," Willow panted, indicating she'd been 
running. "What's up Giles?" she questioned with worry stricken 
features. "The council. They have recently informed me of a special 
type of training the slayer must undergo. A task known as mental 
training," he explained in a somber tone. "So, what is this training 
and what's the problem," Willow asked, baffled.  

The watcher squinted his eyes and handed the girl a paper. As she 
read the watcher began to pace again. Willow's eyes widened as she 
read aloud "There are two people involved a teacher and the slayer . 
The teacher's mission is to seduce its unwilling slayer into having 
sex with him/her. The teacher is only allowed to caress and blow at 
the target sensitive areas of the body. The mission is only complete 
when the subject begs the teacher to have sex with her. The body wins 
over the mind." "Why did you ask me to come here?" the witch 
murmured, mentally knowing the answer. "Buffy is a very beautiful 
girl," Giles began, "but she's like a daughter to me. Willow, I 
can't do that." "Giles, you don't mean. . ." Giles cut her off with 
a nodding gesture.

Willow couldn't deny she wanted Buffy and this was a perfect 
opportunity but she didn't want to hurt Tara. She knew how it felt 
thanks to Oz and she refused to put somebody she loved so much in 
that kind of pain. "I need to talk to Tara," was all she could 
manage before standing to leave. Giles nodded and saw her on her 
way. Giles smiled internally. He knew Willow would do anything for 
Buffy and this task would not only test their friendship but also 
Willow's relationship with Tara. That was why he ask the witch 
instead of Angel. Angel and Willow were the only two that were close 
enough to Buffy, aside from himself, that could actually get close 
enough to pull this off.

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"Tara," Willow whispered as she caressed the girls hair. "Yeah," the 
other witch whispered back. "I've been asked to help Buffy do a 
special type of training," Will explained. Tara smiled, "That just 
means your special but I already knew that. So what's the 
problem?" "It involves seducing her," the redhead choked. "D-do y-
you l-l-love h-her?" Tara pouted and gazed into her lovers 
eyes. "Not the way I love you. I need to know this is ok with you," 
she returned Tara's gaze then let her eyes fall in shame. Could she 
be asking too much?

"Can I help? You'll need a tool to seduce her with and I have a 
wonderful idea on what to use," the blonde whispered cutely. What 
didn't kill you made you stronger, right? Willow looked up is 
shock. 'By the goddess, I never expected to hear her say that. I 
know she loves me and I love her. If we can make it through this we 
can make it through anything,' she thought before 
speaking. "Really? What did you have in mind?"

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"I'm glad you showed up," Willow said softly, letting the slayer 
inside her and Tara's dorm room. 'Ok Willow, you can do this. So 
Buffy's the most stubborn person you've ever met, big deal. If push 
comes to shove you have a secret weapon,' Will thought. 'I wonder 
why I'm here. Giles said to expect a call about training but what 
does training have to do with Will?' Buffy thought, searching her 
best friend for any signs of emotion.

"Well, since you're staying that night we'd better get dressed for 
bed," the redhead internally smirked evilly. "This is gonna take all 
night? I figured it would take a while but all night? Well, Dawn 
knows where to reach me. I didn't bring anything to sleep in," the 
slayer informed, her face faltering slightly. "I don't think Tara 
would mind you borrowing something for the night."

Tara buried herself further into the closet, praying Buffy didn't see 
her as Willow opened the door. "Take your pick," Willow offered, 
grabbing something and heading to the bathroom. Buffy probed the 
closet, not finding what she would have wanted to wear. With a 
grumble she pulled out a black sports bra and a cute pair of red silk 
boxers. At least she'd be comfy. She shut the closet and changed 
clothes. Tara breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't been found.

Willow entered the room clad in a gorgeous forest green silk 
nightgown that appeared to be nothing more than a long shirt. Buffy 
raked her eyes over Willow noting she had a bra and panties of 
matching color to the shirt that creased in just the right way as the 
shy geek stood there before her. 'OMG! I just checked out my best 
friend! Bad Buffy,' the slayer mentally chided. "So, what's this 
all about?" Buffy inquired, desperately attempting to pull her mind 
outta the gutter.

"It's about your training, mental training. The council has 
requested you go through this training and I've been hired to help, 
sorta. I'll be your opponent, my weapon is a story. My mission is 
to make you beg me to have sex with you. Oh and Buffy, YOU WILL 
FAIL," Willow explain. Buffy was left speechless. 'You've gotta be 
kidding me! This is an outrage! This is gonna be too easy,' the 
slayer thought with a grin. "Have a seat," Willow offered, pulling 
up a chair. As Buffy sat Willow spoke softly, "Buffy, please don't 
try to get outta the chair, it's a really bad idea." Buffy gazed at 
Willow for a moment. "Part of the rules?" the slayer probed. Willow 
nodded and silenced the slayer.

"This tale is unlike any other you've heard up until this point, for 
this tale bares no once upon a time nor a handsome prince to come to 
the rescue. On the contrary, this tale has no villain and no hero. 
Our main character is Buffy, the vampire slayer but this is not about 
her brave quests. No, this is about human nature. It was a dismal, 
silent night and the slayer was patrolling as usual. How she wished 
she could be with her friends but the last thing she needed was a 
vampire horde stampeding all over Sunnydale. The air had a hint of 
mischief to it so the slayer was cautious as she continued her 
patrol. She could sense something behind her but when she heard 
rustling in the bushes not too far ahead her attention shifted. She 
moved to walk forward but was stopped by gentle yet forceful arms 
capturing her waist, holding her in place," Willow began, 
positioning herself behind Buffy. "Soft, gentle, familiar hands of a 
friend caressed the slayers muscular stomach as that ever so familiar 
voice whispered hotly, 'Don't fight me Buffy, I always get my way', " 
Willow follow the story's actions, whispering those words hotly and 
tickling Buffy's tight, naked stomach with her meek touch.

'God Will, stop that! It tickles. . .mmmh but it feels good. Buffy 
get a grip! Think of something completely pure,' Buffy thought, 
scrambling to make up for underestimating her best friend. "The 
slayer leaned back, her hands caressing her best friends 
thighs. 'Mmmmh, Buffy,' the other girl gasps," Willow acted it out 
as if she really was there, emphasizing every word, every moan.  
Buffy closed her eyes. 'Focus, Buffy, focus. Um. . .ooh. . .I 
mean. Oh god. Music. . .Can I touch you, you wanna touch. No! 
Another song,' Buffy fought with her body, temporarily winning.

"Buffy turns around capturing her friend in a passionate kiss, their 
tongues mingling as their hands caress the other," Willow let her 
fingertips guide her as she herself became aware of how hot she'd 
become. 'They're coming to take me away ha ha. . .' Buffy thought, 
still trying to fix her mind on something far away from the topic of 
sex. Then it hit her like a freight train. Tara. How would the 
Wiccan take this? She was so sweet and, to Buffy's knowledge, pure.  
A normal girl. She now focused on Tara which, for the moment, seemed 
to work.

"They slowly begin to undress each other," Willow slowly inched her 
hand into the boxers as her other hand began getting the sports bra 
off. Buffy didn't seem to even flinch at this. 'Fine, you wanna 
play dirty. Let's play dirty,' Willow grinned sardonically. "Then 
out of the bushes came the meek, passionate blonde. Her eyes drained 
at the sight before her eyes," Willow signaled, saying that line 
loudly. Tara crept quietly out of the closet, standing before Buffy 
just in time for the slayers eyes to shoot open and see her. Buffy 
was frozen solid, caught and fearing the worst. She tried so hard to 
speak but her vocal chords failed to cooperate. "Willow?" Tara 
questioned in a shaky tone, acting her roll well. "The redheads 
shocked lover asked. The blonde silently made her to the slayer, 
touching her cheek then trapping her in the gentlest kiss the warrior 
had ever received," Willow continued as Tara acted it out.

Willow had been right. It was the gentlest kiss she'd ever had and 
for a moment she didn't want to stop. Tara broke away and the bitter 
realization of her chances at failing set in, making the slayer even 
more determined to beat them. Buffy's only focus had just gone up in 
smoke. 'Talk about being double teamed. Beating both of them will 
be a miracle,' Buffy mentally whined.

"The two lover kiss then begin to gently torment the slayers senses," 
Will whispered. She pulled Tara into a soft, gentle kiss then 
repositioning herself behind Buffy. Tara gazed into the slayers eyes 
for a moment then knelt before her. Willow slipped the sports bra 
off as Tara eased the boxers off, causing the very sensitive slayer 
to gasp. The redhead traced Buffy's breasts with her fingertips, 
watching her best friends nipple become solid under her touch. Tara 
caressed the slayers thighs as she blew hot breathes onto the slayers 
most sensitive domain.

'God, if there's anything worse than death it's this. What kinda 
battle will this prepare me for? Mmmh, mind over matter. Oh, this 
is worse than pain,' the slayer began to break down as she felt 
Tara's soft touch dance on her skin. "Please," the slayer begged, 
unable to withstand them any longer. "Please what?" Willow whispered 
in her ear. "Stop. Don't stop, please," the incoherent slayer pled, 
confirming her failure.

Tara stood and led Buffy to the bed. Willow was right behind them, 
plotting none the less. As soon as Buffy laid on her back Willow 
pinned her down. Tara backed away to watch the beautiful scene.  
Willow hungrily kissed Buffy, both of them horny as hell.

Tara knelt at the foot of the bed with a plot of her own. She gently 
tugged Willow's soaked panties off of her. Tara kissed Willow's 
softness then focused on the slayers wetness. Willow moaned into her 
kiss with Buffy when she felt Tara's lips on her skin. Her body was 
a volcano, burning up and ready to explode.

Tara kissed Buffy's wetness then slowly began to massage circles onto 
the slayers sensitive little nub. Her fingers gently began to play 
with Willow, gently teasing inside and out. Both the slayer and the 
hacker moaned loudly at the sudden attack. Buffy disposed of 
Willow's shirt and bra, fiercely attacking Will's neck. Willow sped 
her legs as she kneaded Buffy's breasts. Tara gently pushed her 
tongue into Buffy, giving the slayer the most awkward pleasure she'd 
ever experienced. One finger gently slide inside of Willow, pleasing 
her at an increasing speed. Tara was the only one who knew ALL of 
Willow's weakest points and she used them, often.

Willow arched her chest, desiring release. She knew it wouldn't be 
long because Tara wasn't much into teasing. Buffy had never had a 
girl go down on her before but all she could think of was some sort 
of release. She was so close. She had become so sensitive due to 
lack of sex that she wasn't hard to sexually please.

Tara quickened her pace still holding a kind, gentle touch. She 
loved to please. Pain wasn't her thing, never had been. She pushed 
just a little more knowing they were going to orgasm.

With final thrusts, moans and shivers Buffy and Willow crashed into a 
dizzy state of relaxation. Tara collected her reward, devoured every 
drop of their juices. Even before the blonde witch was done sucking 
them dry the other two had fallen fast asleep. Tara took a quick 
shower then curled up in a chair and fell asleep.

Night passed quickly bringing the light of a brand new day. Willow 
woke, rolling off the bed and onto her feet. She smiled seeing the 
unconscious slayer passed out in her and Tara's bed. Thinking of 
Tara she searched the room for her but only found a note that 
read, "Willow, Just left for a little while. Be back soon. Love, 
Tara." 'Oh Goddess what have I done. She probably hates me,' the 
witch thought with a frown.

Tara waltzed in cheerily, setting the McDonald's bag on the table.  
Noticing the distressed look that consumed Willow's features she 
pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. "I don't hate you. In 
fact I love you even more. Last night made me realize that you are 
my world, my only and no matter how godly temptation is, she's not 
you," Tara whispered not wanting to wake Buffy.

That was when Willow realized who her only was. No matter how much 
she loved Buffy she couldn't "love" Buffy. The previous night had 
meant nothing to her. Buffy wasn't Tara. Tara was her heart and 
that love was something too strong for even the slayer to touch. "I 
love you," Willow smiled brightly. "I love you too Willow," Tara 
kissed her true love once more as the slayer began to stir.

Buffy got dressed and stumbled to the table. Was it normal to wake 
up with a hangover when you didn't have a drop of liquor? Well 
that's how she felt. She looked up at her friends and smiled 
weakly. Tara took the contents from the McDonalds bag and handed 
every one a McMuffin. "Hope you don't mind egg and cheese," Tara 
looked at Buffy, who apparently didn't care what it was.

Once breakfast was done it was down to business. "Guys, about last 
night. . ." Buffy began. "Buffy, we've talked about it and it meant 
nothing to either of us. It was jus. . ." Willow struggled to find 
the right word. "Training. I know. I can see that it made your 
relationship stronger but it taught me a few things to. I now know 
there are things far worse than death and. . ." Buffy stopped, her 
eyes falling to the table surface. "C'mon Buffy," Tara 
coaxed. "Well," the slayer blushed, "lets just say the power of true 
love can even strike the slayer. I found my buried feelings for 
somebody after last night. The dream was so real and I'm not gonna 
let this one get away," she confessed.

Willow smiled. "This stays between us right?" Tara meekly inquired.  
All of them nodded in agreement and smiled at each other. Buffy 
kissed Tara softly, then kisses Willow. "Thank you, for 
everything." Both witches smiled and showed the slayer to the 
door. "I'll see you guys at the Magic Box," the slayer headed home 
with a smile. "Who do you think she's in love with?" Tara 
whispered. "I have an idea but I'm not sure," the hacker answered, 
closing the door.

~<>~ End ~<>~

Hope you like.

Peace and much love,
~<>~ Mel ~<>~