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Fic(Heaven): On Occasion: At the Bronze



Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon, mutant enemy, and UPN. No profit was made by this fan fiction....except in my own enjoyment.
Okay, it's my turn to throw my hand into the On Occasion wing...and since I 
can't do PWP to save my life...this is what you get instead.:-) Let me know 
what you think.
Subtext: Oh yeah, well...I'd actually call it Main text myself...but that's 
just me.
Summary: ummm, well, you know what usually goes on during an On occasion by 
now...this time, they're at the Bronze.


ON OCCASION:
At the Bronze

Hey, little girl is your Daddy home,
Did he go away and leave you all alone.
Mmmhmm, I've got a bad desire.
Ohhhhh, I'm on fire.

Tell me now baby is he good to you,
Can he do to you things that I do.
Oh no, I can take you higher.
Ohhhhh, I'm on fire.

Sometimes It's like someone took a knife baby,
edgy and dull, and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul.
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet,
and a freight train running through the middle of my head.
Only you can cool my desire.
ohhhhh, I'm on fire.

Bruce Springsteen

Finally the Bronze was back to normal, or as back to normal as the Bronze got. There were no more middle-aged parents running around trying to recapture their youth with the aid of cursed candy bars. Buffy had shut that little operation down. Thank god. Things had gotten just way too creepy. The fact that Trick had used the operation as a way to steal newborn babies from the hospital, without the parents being the wiser was just plain sick, even for vampires.
But that was behind her, the Bronze was back to normal and now she could get 
on with the business of having fun...with her favorite redhead...who 
appeared to be totally enraptured by the 'Dingoes' playing that very moment 
on stage.
Actually, if Buffy didn't know any better, with the way the green eyes were 
all fogged over, and the little smile was growing on succulent lips that 
tasted like cherry...and Buffy wasn't about to reveal to anyone how she knew 
that...it looked like she wanted to devour
the band...or more correctly, one band member in particular.

She looked around to see if anyone else was noticing what she was noticing, but Xander and Cordelia appeared to be in deep, silent communication of the international kind...yep, lots of frenching being done there, so they were no help. Well...Buffy stopped to consider...with them being distracted like that...maybe they wouldn't even notice if she went over and sat right next to Willow.
Plan in mind, she did just that, squeezing into the large, overstuffed, 
yellow chair that was Willow's current haven. "Hey." She greeted, her 
voice chipper. "Having fun?"
Willow jumped, guiltily. She'd known Buffy had said she was going to join 
them later, after her patrol, but she hadn't even seen her come in. She had 
been distracted...very distracted, Xander's close prescence, who was 
currently enjoying the favor's of his current
girlfriend, who she guilitily acknowledged she was jealous of, not to 
mention being ashamed of the looks and glances and touches that the 
life-long friends had been stealing frorm each other, with none of their 
significant others being the wiser, not to mention the
extremely pleasant...things she was doing with Buffy, while her current 
boyfriend Oz was none the wiser, were all adding up to make a very confused 
brain. To distract herself, she had been attempting to focus all of her 
energies on Oz, who was at the moment thrilling
her with his performance on stage, but she couldn't help remembering that 
long limo ride after homecoming, the way Buffy had made love to her, so 
tenderly, touching her in ways she hadn't even known existed.
This was all wrong, wrong, just wrong. What was the matter with her? Was 
she a nymphomaniac or something? She'd heard the term, of course, but she'd 
never assumed she'd be like that. For the first time in her life she had a 
strong, loving boyfriend. Who was in a band. When he looked at her with 
his honest brown eyes, she simply melted
inside. She should be happy, she was in a nice, normal relationship. 
People wouldn't look at her funny, or whisper strange things about her 
behind her back.
But then there was Buffy, her best friend, her first lover...and there was a 
word she'd never thought would apply to her. The school geek becoming the 
lover of the most beautiful, strong, confidant person in the 
world...impossible...or so she had thought...until that night
of the slumber party...when everything had changed...except nobody was the 
wiser...except for the two of them. And that left everything strange and 
new, uncertain and confusing, Heckle and Jeckle...no, now she was confusing 
her adjectives.
She'd been drowning in the confusion, until the day before homecoming...and 
her bedroom...and the kiss. She hadn't meant to...actually she could swear 
that Xander had started it...and they'd both called it a fluke...except that 
it wasn't...and it kept
happening...and she wasn't sure what to do about it. She and Xander had 
been friends forever, and she had always had a crush on him, even after he 
had broke her Barbie...but now...it was like now she had all these doors 
open before her...all of these choices, where before she had none. She 
didn't know how to choose, and so she kept grabbing at all of these 
opportunities like some greedy little octopus.
She knew that she would have to make some decisions, fairly quickly, or this 
would all blow up in her face...and everyone that she cared about stood a 
great chance of getting hurt. She wondered how her life had suddenly got so 
complicated, then she realized one of the reasons was currently waving her 
hand in front of her face.
"Earth to Willow...come in Wills." Buffy said, watching the green eyes for 
any sign of awareness. When they settled into focus, Buffy continued. "The 
band's really good tonight, huh?" She said, twitching when she heard the 
note of jealousy in her voice.
"Huh?" Willow asked, intelligently, still momentarily distracted, this time 
by Xander and Cordy's exit, heading to the dance floor, she predicted, 
feeling satisfied when she was right. "What?" She asked, meeting Buffy's 
blue ones again, noticing the flash of concern
that was immediately washed away with...nonchalence...humor? She couldn't 
be sure. "Oh yeah...they're good?"
Buffy hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind. "Okay Wills, you 
seem...no you are very distracted. Spill!" Buffy commanded, not knowing if 
it was the right thing to do, but not being able to take the air of 
confusion around her.
Willow opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but quickly 
snapped it shut and shook her head. "It's nothing."
'Don't want to talk about it, huh?' Buffy thought, although it wouldn't 
take a genius to figure out what was bothering her adorable redhead. 'Her?' 
Was she getting all possesive now? She'd better watch that, considering 
Willow wasn't really 'hers' to begin with. She
was still dating Oz, and as much as Buffy hated that she didn't dare admit 
it. Perhaps that was why she hadn't told anyone of Angel's return...she 
knew it was wrong, she knew of the pain he had caused, and yet...she 
couldn't seem to deny him. Even now.
'Well, I'll bet he hasn't done half the stuff I have." Buffy thought 
vindictively, her mind back on Oz now. She let an evil smile slip over her 
lips as she stared at the guitar player on the stage. 'Willow hasn't let 
you, huh? Saving all her loving for a Slayer.' She couldn't
bring herself to feel bad about that. 'So Willow's distracted...' Glancing 
over at her lover she noticed that her eyes had returned to the stage. 
'Hmm...' An idea was brewing in the back of her mind...an idea so 
daring...not to mention risky...that she didn't know if she
would be able to pull it off. But then again...she was the Slayer, she was 
used to battling the odds. A slow smile weaved across her face as the idea 
planted itself firmly in her mind. 'Let's see if we can help with that 
distraction, hmmm?' Mental hands rubbed together gleefully, while one that 
was real slid gently, almost unobtrusively under the cloth of a skirt, and 
over a silk covered thigh.
Willow gasped softly as she felt a gentle squeeze on her thigh. Looking 
down she could see Buffy's wrist, the rest of her hand being covered by the 
skirt. "Buffy!" She hissed, being careful not to project her voice to the 
people around them, half hidden in the
shadows of the Bronze. "What are you doing?!"

She heard a low, seductive chuckle and gulped against the rising tide. She knew what the chuckle meant, she also knew when Buffy set her mind on something she was hardly ever detered. "I'm helping you with your distraction...by distracting you." Buffy chuckled, wryly.
Willow whimpered as she felt the hand move, tracing a light teasing line 
into her skin. "Buffy...we can't...we can't do this here...people will see." 
Willow protested vehemently, although Buffy could tell from the light 
pants she was emitting, that her lover was already excited about the idea.
"Who's going to see, Will, hmm?" Buffy asked, breathing hotly into Willow's 
ear, tracing the edge of it with her tongue. "Oz?" Buffy shook her head 
gently, and Willow could feel the softness of Buffy's hair slide gently 
across her cheek. "He's way over there, on
stage...he wouldn't see." Willow acknowledged that much was true as she 
felt an unseen hand trail a tickling line down the back of her neck. Buffy 
knew how much that drove her crazy. 'She's getting a kick out of this.' 
She thought accusingly, even as Buffy's soft murmuring's continued. "Xander 
and Cordy...they're too busy with each other to see
anybody else...much less care what they were doing..." Willow looked around 
wildly for her friends, but she could see what the Slayer meant. Xander and 
Cordy were wrapped around each other, so close they could be Siamese, 
looking oblivious to the whole world.
"As far as anybody else..." Buffy said, nibbling on the nearby ear, sending 
sparks of pleasure racing through the redheads blood stream. "They wouldn't 
care if we were over here humping each others brains out." She said 
coarsely, feeling the way Willow shivered
at the remark.

Willow whimpered at the imagery, and the feel of a warm hand sliding down her back. "They wouldn't care, Will, cause they're all doing it themselves...just standing up." Buffy continued, delighted with Willow's reactions so far. She was winning...she was going to have her lover right here, and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone stop her. "Look at them, Will...all gyrating seductively on the dance floor...pressing against each other...feeling how aroused they make each other...it's sex...standing up." She had moved from Willow's ear and now was proceeding in mapping Willow's skin, every solid inch of it, with her tongue. She liked the side of her neck the best, she decided. Right where a Vampire would bite. She tested the theory gently, grazing the skin with her teeth. The move earned a squirm and a very soft moan.
"You know...I kind of feel sorry for them." Buffy said, watching the 
writhing couples while she made her own lover writhe at her attentions.
"Why?" Willow squeeked, understandably so since Buffy had just tweaked her 
nipple. 'God that feels good...I've gotta stop her.' She thought to 
herself, but she was unable to muster up the resolve to tell her.
"Because...they all want to do what we're doing right now. But they don't 
have this comfy chair...or this dark corner." Buffy replied, and as she 
did, she moved the hand that was under Willow's skirt further up her legs 
until her fingers were just brushing the bottom of Willow's underwear, then 
she felt Willow freeze and she stopped, gauging her lover's reaction.
"Buffy..." Willow finally found reason to protest as she put her hand on 
top of her lover's, holding her progress.
"Willow...I want to do this...I really...want to do this." Buffy said, 
feeling the warm heat burning inside her as she moved her other hand in 
gentle, soothing circles on her lover's stomach. "But I won't if you tell 
me not to." Buffy hated giving up that power, sure that she was about to be 
disappointed and Willow would take off like a shot, but just as she was sure 
she was going to bolt, she felt her relax perceptibly in her arms.
"I don't want you to stop." Willow admitted, both to herself and to Buffy. 
What she was doing just felt to good to resist. It was all Buffy could do 
to keep a big, satisfied smile off of her face. She knew if Willow managed 
to look over and see it the deal would be off.
"Lean back against me." Buffy suggested, repositioning herself in the 
chair. Willow shifted position, one leg thrown over Buffy's as her head 
came to rest near the blonde's, both heads sharing the back of the chair.
'Perfect.' Buffy sighed, in utter contentment, having almost attained her 
goal. Just a few more inches and she would attain perfection, nirvana, 
bliss. Willow hissed as her fingers came into contact with her goal. She 
could feel the warm heat emanating from Willow's
soft center, the lips already spread thanks in part to the spread legs of 
her lover, welcomed her in. She could feel the dampness of Willow's 
underwear and knew that if they weren't barring her way she would be able to 
feel the redhead's slickness. She damned the panties
and tights in her way, and was tempted to shred them, but she knew Willow 
wouldn't like that. "Can you do me a favor?" She whispered instead, 
gaining the redhead's attention.
"Hmm?" Willow muttered, too caught up in what Buffy's fingers were doing to 
pay really close attention.
"I need you to take off your tights." Buffy whispered, nibbling on the 
conviently close ear once more.
"What?!" Willow almost bolted at that, but a quickly moving finger, stroking 
over her clit just right stopped her in her tracks. "Why?" She managed to 
say, through clenched teeth, fighting back the incredibly powerful moan that 
seemed determined to leave her mouth, no
doubt to echo throughout the room, drowning out any noise from the band and 
draw unwanted attention their way. "Can't you just..." She left the words 
unsaid, sure that Buffy would know what she meant.
"Well...yeah...but it wouldn't be nearly as pleasurable. For you...or me." 
Buffy admitted, craving the feel of Willow's wetness even as she rubbed 
against the damp crotch. "I'll even help if you want."
"P-panties too?" Willow asked, with a gulp, she couldn't believe she was 
doing this in such a public place.
"Just half way...just in case." She left it unspoken that Willow would have 
to hurry to pull them up if Cordy or Xander managed to find their way back 
there before they were done. "I'll handle the rest." Buffy said 
confidantly, not wanting Willow to lose the mood.
"O-okay." Willow said, then moved so fast the movement was barely 
perceptible. She was back in Buffy's arms before the blond could blink, her 
underwear halfway down her thighs, but still covered by her skirt.
Buffy chuckled at the quick movement. "That was fast...somebody's 
impatient."
"I didn't want them to see me." Willow explained, feeling her face flush.

"Don't worry...I barely saw you and I was sitting right here." Buffy chuckled, content and eager to resume where she'd left off. "Now...where were we?"
"I think you were..." Willow squeeked again, unable to hide the intense 
pleasure from showing on her face. It's a good thing it was dark in that 
corner. "Right there." She finished, her voice still in the squeeky stage.
'Oh god.' Buffy thought as her fingers slid home. "You feel so good." she 
said hoarsely, hearing Willow's agreeing moan in her ears. It wasn't like 
they hadn't done this before...they had...but each time it felt 
like...coming home.
It wasn't long before Willow was panting, her head pressed deeply back 
againt the cushions of the chair, her fingers clutching at Buffy's arm as 
the teasing fingers played havoc with her senses. She didn't even care she 
was in a public place anymore. The whole room could be looking at her and 
she wouldn't have cared at this point. All that
mattered at the moment was Buffy's fingers, whom she hoped would never stop 
moving, and this glorious rising feeling inside her that made her want to 
scream with joy.
Buffy couldn't take her eyes off of Willow's face. She looked so beautiful 
in this moment, her head arched back, her eyes shut tight, pleasure shining 
from her like a beacon. It was selfish of her to hope she was the only one 
who'd ever get to see it, and yet she couldn't
help the feeling rising in her chest. She was breathtaking. "Willow." She 
whispered, and was struck speechless by the dazzling green eyes that opened 
momentarily to meet hers. It
was on the tip of her tongue...she was going to say it this time...she 
really was. "I..." But then she felt it, the slight tremors that indicated 
Willow's closeness and the green eyes shut again, the graceful neck arcing 
even more if that were possible and Buffy was lost in the moment. Willow 
grasped her tightly, burying her face into the Slayer's shoulder as she 
whimpered, and Buffy felt the tightness of her muscles grasping at her 
fingers as she came.
For long moments Willow just rested against her, panting heavily, trying to 
catch her breath. Then she picked up her head, gazing at her with amazed 
green eyes. "That...that was...I can't believe we just did that." Willow 
said, looking around the Bronze nervously, but nothing seemed out of place, 
nothing seemed unusal. Buffy had been right all along, it was as if, to the 
other patrons, like they'd never done that at all. They were safe in their 
private little corner. Their own little peice of heaven. She felt stress 
free for the first time
in days. "Thank you." She whispered, sincerely, meeting the Slayer's eyes 
with her own.
Buffy grinned, and kissed her forehead gently. "Anytime." Yeah, Willow, 
I'll fly with you to Heaven anytime.



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