Subterfuge (4-7/?)

[inell@xxxxxxx]

Title: Subterfuge
Author: Inell
Email: Inell@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill, 
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Otherwise, just ask.
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Buffy


SUBTERFUGE (4-7/?)


Willow was in the shower when Buffy woke up. The blonde slayer could hear the 
water running, could hear the slight splashing the redhead made while 
bathing. She closed her eyes and was able to imagine a too vivid picture of 
her best friend. She could see the water droplets moving across breasts that 
she knew were small but pert. She figured they would fit perfectly into her 
hand, could almost feel the hard nipples pressing against her palm. She could 
see the red curls wet from the shower and maybe something more. Her hazel 
eyes flew open as she felt a tightening in her stomach. She sat up, a hand 
shakily running through her hair. She couldn't believe she was laying in bed 
thinking about Willow. A wet, naked Willow. Bad, Buffy, she scolded herself. 
Willow's your best friend. That's it. She doesn't want you like that so just 
push those naughty thoughts from your mind.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling the plush carpet against 
her bare feet. She stretched, running the back of her hand over her eyes. She 
had slept well, nestled against Willow. She hadn't been lying the night 
before. She seemed to only be able to sleep when laying beside Willow. 
Thankfully, the redhead had been spending many an evening with her. She 
didn't know how she would have made it through the past few weeks with 
Willow. Couldn't imagine her life with the redhead. She pushed away her new 
feelings for Willow, knowing it was definitely not the time or the place to 
bring them up. They were too new, too confusing. She had never considered 
herself gay before, but there was something about Willow that changed all of 
her ideas about herself. Maybe it was that Willow made her see herself as she 
had always been. Either way, it was too fresh to share her emotions. She 
would stay silent until she was one hundred percent positive that it was love 
and not just need or friendship. Of course, considering her fantasies of 
late, and the fluttering that was always in her tummy whenever she was beside 
Willow, she was about ninety-nine percent positive already. But, she had no 
intention of losing Willow, not when she had lost so much this year. And 
maybe, just maybe, she could find out if Willow might feel the same way about 
her.

Willow turned off the shower, leaning her head against the wall as she felt 
water dripping down her back. She let out a sigh before pulling back, her 
right hand going to wring out her hair. She reached for the towel, drying 
herself off as she continued to be lost in thought. She had decided to not 
mention Glory to Buffy. It wasn't really lying, just more like omitting a 
truth. She honestly didn't expect to ever see the blonde demigod again unless 
it was during a fight, so she figured it would be better to remain silent. 
She really hoped Buffy didn't get too nosy, or she might not be able to keep 
her resolve not to spill every detail. It just didn't seem necessary. Telling 
Buffy meant that the slayer would never let her out of her sight, would 
insist on protecting her just in case Glory was serious, would not be able to 
concentrate on the task at hand. No, it would be better to just be quiet 
about it all. With a nod, she brought the towel to her head, working it over 
her wet hair. When she got most of the water off, she put the towel over the 
shower curtain to dry. She got dressed, glad that she had started leaving 
extra clothes in Buffy's room. She didn't like the idea of not having a 
shower before school. She used some of Buffy's lotion, taking a moment to 
inhale the sweet scent that reminded her of the slayer. Deciding it would be 
better to ignore the squidgy feelings that thought brought to her, she put 
the lotion on her face. Finally finished, she moved to the door, opening it 
quietly in case Buffy was still sleeping.

She wasn't. The slayer was sitting up on the bed, her hazel eyes watching the 
bathroom door. Willow saw that her friend had changed into a pair of blue 
Jean shorts and a blue tank top. Casual but on Buffy it looked elegant. Of 
course, everything looked good on the slayer. Willow glanced down at her own 
blue jeans and orange T-shirt, feeling slightly over dressed. Oh well, Buffy 
could get away with wearing shorts with her tan muscled legs. Willow had pale 
sticklike legs. Definitely didn't look that good in shorts. She smiled at her 
friend, "Did I wake you?"

Buffy shook her head, her eyes drinking in the sight of her best friend. She 
could see the spots where the T-shirt was sticking to the redhead, the faint 
hint of water turning the orange material a darker color. She almost forgot 
the question, her eyes tracing every inch of Willow. She saw Willow looking 
at her and said, "No, I woke up and then heard the shower." 

"Good. I know you need your sleep," Willow said with a smile as she moved to 
sit on the edge of the bed. She leaned over, looking through her backpack 
until she found her brush. Reaching up, she ran it through her damp hair. She 
jumped slightly when she felt warm hands taking the brush away from her. She 
looked at Buffy with a questioning look in her green eyes.

"I'll do that," Buffy said giving what she hoped was a best friendly type of 
smile. It must have worked because Willow smiled back then looked towards the 
wall.

Buffy began to brush Willow's hair, letting her fingers run through the silky 
strands. She could smell vanilla and roses, the scent doing things to her 
that should have been illegal. She leaned forward slightly, taking a deep 
breath near Willow's hair. She could feel the red hair brushing against her 
face and moved back before she made Willow suspicious. She set about brushing 
her Willow's hair with steady, even strokes. "Does that feel good?"

Willow nodded as she moaned softly, "Yeah...I used to love when Tara brushed 
my hair."

"It's so soft," Buffy said softly, bringing her cheek to rest against 
Willow's head. "Smells so good."

Willow froze when she felt the warmth of Buffy's face against her head. She 
swallowed as her mouth suddenly became dry. Buffy had no idea what that 
little touch, what her words were doing to her. She could feel her nipples 
hardening against her cotton bra, her eyes closing as she licked her lips. 
She could feel Buffy's full breasts pressing against her back, was almost 
certain she could feel her friend's nipples. Could Buffy possibly be as 
turned on as Willow? She turned her head slightly, her eyes moving to look at 
her friend, wanting to see if she could read the answers to her questions. 
Before she could face Buffy, the door opened and Dawn poked her head inside.

"Willow! I didn't hear you come in last night," Dawn said with a smile. She 
watched as Buffy's hand fell, the brush resting against the blanket. "Hey 
Sis. Can we get breakfast today? I'm really wanting something edible."

The moment was lost as Buffy smiled at Dawn, "Are you suggesting that I can't 
cook?"

"Not suggesting. Stating it as a fact," Dawn said with a wink at Willow.

Willow laughed, "Kids, don't start. Dawny, we'll get breakfast. I'm in the 
mood for some pancakes myself."

"Is this how it's going to be? You two ganging up on me?" Buffy said, her 
amusement lightening her words. She saw Willow nod as Dawn laughed and rolled 
her eyes. Seeing Willow stand, she was suddenly struck with a realization. 
She was head over heels in love with Willow.

********************

"Someone's been a naughty naughty girl."

Willow looked up from her book, her eyes widening as she looked at the 
beautiful blonde smiling at her. "Wh..what are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, of course," Glory said in a matter of fact way.

"Me?" Willow squeaked, looking around to make sure no one was watching her. 
Luckily, the university library was rather deserted.

"Really, Willow. Why else would I be at this place if not for you?" Glory 
asked.

"This isn't a good idea. You're not supposed to be here," Willow said, trying 
to rationalize things.

"Oh, did I miss out on a rule book or something?" Glory asked in amusement. 
She smiled, already feeling better than she had in the last two days and 
she'd only been with Willow for a few minutes. "Too bad that I never play by 
the rules."

"Stop that," Willow said, trying to pull her hand away from the blonde 
demigod. Her eyes closed briefly as Glory ran her tongue over her palm, 
nipping at a finger and almost purring.

"Have you thought of me, Willow-mine?" Glory asked, her voice seductive. "As 
you lay in your bed, do you imagine me beside you? My hands on your breasts, 
your stomach, your wetness. Do you play with yourself wishing it were my 
fingers instead of your own? Kneading those beautiful breasts while thinking 
of me. I do, love. Every night since meeting you, I move against my hand with 
my eyes closed and your face in my mind. It's your name that I scream as I 
cum, you that affects me so."

"Stop it," Willow whispered, her nipples hard and a wetness growing in her 
panties as Glory's soft voice hypnotized her. "Please, just go."

"I can't go, Willow. You've claimed me. I have to have you," Glory said. 
"It's becoming a bit of an obsession, I'm afraid. I'm quite at a loss, 
honestly. I've never felt like this before, not really sure what to do. I 
just had to see you, to see if you wanted me as much as I want you."

"I don't," Willow said, pulling her hand away. "You need to stop this. It's 
not doing anyone any good."

"It could do us both a world of good," Glory said, winking. "Think about it, 
love. My face buried your sweet thighs, my tongue tasting your sweet juices 
while my hands caress your beautiful breasts and ass. You have such a 
glorious ass, Willow. Has anyone ever taken you there or will I be the first?"

"I'm not listening," Willow said, her breathing slightly hitched.

"Have you ever taken an entire fist, Willow? All five fingers stretching you 
so wide, touching you in places you can't imagine. Have you ever fucked a 
demon? A true demon? We can do things that will boggle your mind, sweetness. 
I can be as rough as you want or as gentle as you fantasize about. It's 
entirely up to you. Everyday will be an adventure for us," Glory promised, 
moving her legs together as she felt a tingle. She inhaled, smiling as she 
smelled arousal. "You want it, Willow. It scares you to death, but you want 
it. You want to shatter from my touch, you want to go places that no one else 
could ever take you."

"No," Willow whispered softly, knowing that she was lying. All she could 
think of was laying on her back, her legs spread, as Glory's fist thrust into 
her or kneeling and pushing back against a large dildo as Glory took her anal 
virginity. What was happening to her? Neither Tara nor Oz had ever made her 
feel like this. She was beyond horny, every nerve ending on edge, her panties 
soaking, her nipples hard. And they hadn't even touched.

"Have you told your slayer about us?" Glory asked, watching as Willow shook 
her head. "Why not? Scared that she won't save you? Or that she will?"

"She has enough to worry about," Willow said, sighing.

"Ah, I see," Glory said, shaking her head. "It's too bad she's the slayer. 
For you, I would have allowed her to join us. Think of that, pretty one. 
Feasting on her as I fuck you into next week. Maybe have her tied up for your 
enjoyment, you fucking her until she forgets who she is. We could have such 
fun together. Have you fucked her, yet, Willow?" "No," Willow said, her mind 
still on the image of playing with a Buffy that was tied to a bed with Glory 
buried deep inside her as she played. "Buffy's not like that..."

"But you love her," Glory said, her tone giving no arguments. "I will kill 
her if she tries to keep you from me. For you, I would share, but you are 
going to be mine. If she comes after me, she will fail."

"She'll destroy you," Willow said.

Glory laughed, "Your loyalty is refreshing still. We shall see who wins this 
fight, won't we?"

"Please, just leave me alone," Willow said, her eyes clouded with arousal and 
desire.

"Can't do that," Glory said, moving in to claim Willow's mouth.

Willow couldn't believe she was sitting in the library kissing Glory. And she 
didn't want to stop. She felt fingers on the outside of her jeans, rubbing at 
her as they kissed. She whimpered low in her throat as she felt an ache for 
more. She needed contact. Needed to cum. She groaned out as Glory pulled 
back, the blonde straightening her hair and smiling.

"Remember that tonight when you try to sleep, Willow," Glory said with a wink 
as she turned and disappeared into the shelves.

Willow moved to sit down, resting her head on the table as she asked herself 
what she had gotten herself into.

********************


"Hey you."

Buffy looked up and smiled as she saw Willow approach her, "Hey there."

"Why are you sitting out here all alone?" Willow asked as she moved to sit 
beside her friend, leaning back against the tree as her green eyes watched 
the passing students.

"Waiting for you," Buffy said, closing her book. "I knew you'd be getting out 
of class soon. Thought we might have some lunch."

"Lunch would be good," Willow said, making no move to stand. It felt nice to 
just sit and feel the sun on her face.

"You want to see a movie tonight?" Buffy asked, her eyes looking at a group 
of students studying beside the fountain. "Dawn is sleeping over with a 
friend from school and I thought you might want to get out of the house."

"A movie would be nice," Willow said with a smile. "Did you want to get some 
dinner afterwards?"

It was Buffy's turn to smile as she felt her nervousness fade. Why was she 
nervous? This was just Willow. Just two friends hanging out together, going 
to a movie and getting some dinner. Why, then, did she feel like she had just 
asked Willow for a date? And the redhead had said yes. Her smile widened, 
"Dinner sounds good."

"Let's go get some lunch before our next class starts," Willow said, finally 
getting to her feet. She held out a hand, helping Buffy up.

"I thought we could get something to go then maybe eat outside," Buffy 
suggested, slinging her book bag over her shoulder. "It's such a pretty day."

"It is, isn't it?" Willow smiled. "Makes me wish that it was Saturday and we 
didn't have class."

"You know, all I have in history today is more lecturing," Buffy said, 
raising an eyebrow and looking at her friend.

"That's all I have schedule in Lit today. Lecture with some reading," Willow 
remarked, smiling. "We could cut, if we wanted."

"I want," Buffy said, her hazel eyes looking over Willow swiftly before 
looking ahead. "We can run home and change. Maybe make some sandwiches for a 
picnic."

"That sounds better than greasy hamburgers," Willow said, following her 
friend off campus and towards home.

********************

Willow laughed as she followed Buffy towards the porch. They had gone to a 
movie, seeing some silly action movie that had no plot but cute guys battling 
evil beings. It had been amusing and they'd laughed a lot. After the movie, 
they had gone to a nearby cafe, sitting for nearly two hours just talking and 
eating. It had been nice, the first time they'd been out together since Joyce 
had died and Tara had left. She almost hated for it to end. She had decided 
midway through the outing to ignore the little tingly feelings that were in 
her tummy every time that Buffy touched her. This was just Buffy, her best 
friend. She should not be having these thoughts about her. She definitely 
should not be thinking about the taste of the slayer's lips or how soft her 
skin was. Nope, those were bad thoughts.

Buffy walked up the stairs and rested on the edge of the railing. She smiled, 
her eyes looking over Willow. She found her eyes tracing Willow's lips, an 
action that was becoming almost normal lately. She'd been to several dozen 
movies with Willow since they had become friends back five years before. 
Never had she been more aware of the heat that her friend gave off, of the 
soft smells of Willow's shampoo and lotion, or of the sounds that Willow 
made, the sighs and giggles and groans. Needless to say, she couldn't 
remember anything from the movie. She vaguely remembered some explosions and 
something having its head explode, but that was about it. Now, she could give 
in explicit detail every action that Willow had made, from how many times she 
had eaten popcorn to when she had opened her candy.

"I'm so glad you had such a wonderful idea," Willow said with a smile as she 
sat in the chair on Buffy's porch. "I do have them sometimes," Buffy said, 
smiling wryly.

"It just happens so rarely, they always surprise me," Willow said, laughing 
as Buffy glared at her.

"So now you're dissing me," Buffy said, shaking her head. "This is just 
because I took the last M&M isn't it?"

"Yep. I told you I'd get my revenge," Willow said with a smile.

"You staying over tonight?" Buffy asked as subtly as she could.

"I don't know," Willow shrugged. "I haven't slept at home in a couple of 
weeks."

"You should just move in here," Buffy said, her eyes widening slightly as she 
realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud.

"You want me to move in?" Willow said quietly, looking at the street as she 
thought about it.

"Well, I mean, you're here most the time anyway," Buffy explained, feeling so 
stupid. "And we have a spare room just going to waste."

"I don't know," Willow said softly. "It sounds like a good idea. I do hate 
being alone all the time. Let me think about it."

"Yeah, sure," Buffy said, smiling a hopeful smile as she got to her feet. She 
asked, "So, staying tonight or is this good-bye?"

"If you don't mind," Willow said, "I'll stay."

Buffy smiled as she helped Willow to her feet. "Cool. We can watch a movie or 
something. It's still pretty early."

"That sounds good," Willow said with a smile. She was caught off guard when 
Buffy hugged her, the blonde brushing her lips over her cheek.

"I love you, Willow," Buffy whispered, closing her eyes briefly before 
pulling back and smiling a bright, friendly smile. "Come on, let's go get 
comfy."

As the two girls walked inside, a figure appeared from behind a tree in the 
neighbor's yard. Glory scowled, her eyes narrowed as she watched the lights 
turn on inside the slayer's house. She had caught sight of Willow and the 
slayer nearly two blocks from the house she was now standing in front of. 
Willow hadn't even noticed her following, too caught up laughing with the 
slayer bitch. She shook her head, wondering again if being in this realm was 
driving her insane. She was obsessing over some little human, a friend of the 
slayer. There was just something about the redhead that got to her. She had 
realized just that evening that she hadn't even thought about the key in two 
days, the redhead taking up most of her spare thoughts. She hadn't like that 
realization. The key was the only thing important to her. She had to go home. 
She hated this place. A slow smile crossed her face as she turned to leave, 
looking back and whispering, "You want to play, slayer? I can play...Winner 
gets Willow."