Fic: Subterfuge (8-10/?)

[inell@xxxxxxx]

Title: Subterfuge
Author: Inell
Email: Inell@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill, 
http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill Anyone that has permission, take. 
Otherwise, just ask.
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Buffy


SUBTERFUGE (8-10/?)


Buffy scowled as she looked at the eggs. They didn't look right. When her 
mother had cooked them, they had always been yellow and puffy. These looked 
dry and rather inedible. She sighed, deciding that they would have to do. She 
had already gone through a carton of the damn things, burning most of them to 
a blackened mess. Cooking was not her forte at all. She dumped the scrambled 
eggs onto the plate and put the pan back on the stove. She glanced at the 
toaster and saw that the bread was up. She picked up the first piece, 
glancing around before using the knife to scrape away the burned part. The 
other slice didn't look that bad. She put them on the plate beside the eggs 
and moved to the microwave. Finally, something she hadn't messed up. The 
bacon was crispy and cooked. She placed the four strips of bacon next to the 
messy looking eggs. She put the plate on the tray, moving it until it looked 
just right next to the flower and glass of orange juice. She grabbed a mug 
from the cabinet and poured it half full with coffee. Looking at the tray, 
she smiled. She'd remembered everything, even a fork and a napkin.

She picked up the tray and left the kitchen. She stopped in the living room, 
picking up the newspaper and tucking it under her arm. She then headed 
towards the stairs. Last night, she and Willow had gone to a movie. It had 
seemed so much like a date that she had wanted to kiss her friend goodnight. 
That wasn't good at all. But, Buffy had enjoyed the night more than any she 
could remember in years. Willow had stayed over again, sitting up with her 
until nearly three in the morning just talking about nothing in particular. 
Buffy had slept for over three hours straight, the redhead cuddled up next to 
her. Buffy had to smile as she remembered the warmth of her friend, wondering 
if Willow had any idea that she tended to cuddle while she slept.

Buffy entered her room, stopping in the doorway as she simply looked at 
Willow. Even in sleep, she was so beautiful. Buffy moved quietly into the 
room, setting the tray on the floor before moving to sit on the edge of her 
bed. Without thinking, she moved her fingers softly along Willow's face. She 
traced her friend's lips before moving down her chin. She hesitated when she 
reached the collar of Willow's cotton tank, her hazel eyes looking at the 
swell of the redhead's breasts pushing against the fabric. She saw hard 
nipples pushing against the cotton, wondering if they were caused by Willow's 
dreaming, the cold or by her touch. She was finding it increasingly difficult 
to be around Willow without touching. Ever since she had finally realized 
that her feelings for the redhead surpassed those of friendship, she found 
her eyes moving over the girl's body in appreciation, bringing forth lusty 
images and tingles that she hadn't felt in years. Buffy looked at Willow's 
face, seeing that the other girl was still asleep.

She felt a moment of guiltiness at touching her friend while she slept. She 
pushed it away as she gave into temptation. Her thumb brushed against 
Willow's nipple, her eyes watching as Willow's mouth opened in her sleep, a 
soft moan coming from between those perfect lips. Buffy smiled, licking her 
lips as her fingers closed around Willow's breast, squeezing gently. Willow 
moved in her sleep, arching her body towards the warmth. Buffy felt a slight 
wave of fear at her reaction and her actions. She was molesting her best 
friend while the girl slept. There was no excuse for her actions. Not even 
the love she felt for Willow could excuse this. Yet, she couldn't move her 
hand away. She was drawn to Willow's mouth, needing to taste the redhead. 
Buffy leaned over, her hand leaving Willow's breast to rest on the bed and 
provide support for her. She ever so gently brushed her lips against 
Willow's, resisting the urge to deepen the kiss. She felt Willow stirring 
under her, sitting up quickly and smoothing her hair in a nervous gesture.

Buffy got to her feet, not wanting Willow to be suspicious. She could see 
explaining to her friend why she had practically been raping her as she 
slept. She had a flash of Willow naked and chained to her bed, completely at 
her mercy and felt herself wetten. Good God, she was starting to frighten 
herself. She'd never felt such intense emotions for anyone, not even Angel. 
She needed Willow, wanted her, craved her, loved her. Buffy watched as 
Willow's eyes opened, blinking a few times before settling on her. A smile 
crossed Willow's face and Buffy felt even more guilty for what she had done.

"You're up early," Willow said, smiling at her friend.

"Yeah," Buffy said, bending down and picking up the tray. With a smile, she 
said, "Look. I made you breakfast in bed."

Willow looked at the tray then back at Buffy's face. With a smile, she said, 
"Ah, honey. You shouldn't have."

"Wait until you eat those eggs," Buffy said, moving towards the bed and 
putting the tray on Willow's lap. "You'll be wishing that I hadn't."

Willow looked at the eggs in question and laughed, "Aren't they supposed to 
be yellow?"

"Just shut up and eat," Buffy said, taking her former place beside the 
redhead as her eyes watched Willow.

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

"Well, well. It looks like the slayer let you out alone for once."

Willow froze at the voice. She hadn't heard it in nearly a week, had 
convinced herself that Glory had forgotten her and given up whatever she had 
been planning. She turned, saying, "Buffy doesn't control me."

Glory snorted, her hand moving through her thick hair, "Could have fooled me, 
lover. It seems little miss slayer controls just about everything. Didn't 
realize you were so submissive, Willow. I gave you too much credit, I guess."

"You're nuts," Willow said, turning to walk away. She cried out when she felt 
a hand on her upper arm.

Glory turned Willow to face her, leaning forward as her eyes lovingly looked 
over Willow's face, "You're not going anywhere yet, Willow. I'm not finished 
with you."

"You're hurting me," Willow said, cringing.

"You don't like to be hurt?" Glory asked innocently, moving her body closer 
to Willow's as she tightened her hold. "It can be such fun, pretty pet. I 
would have thought the slayer got off on pain."

"Let me go," Willow said, feeling Glory's breasts pressed against her own. 
Before, the flirting had seemed playful, harmless almost. Now, looking into 
Glory's blue eyes, she felt fear. Why had she ever gone to that club in the 
first place?

"I'll never let you go, Willow. I told you before, you're mine. You let that 
bitch touch you, didn't you? I bet you spread those legs and let her bury her 
face between your thighs. Naughty little bitch, cumming all over the slayer's 
pretty little face. Did she fist you, pet? Ram her entire hand up your tight 
cunt while you writhed around and begged for more? I bet she used toys, 
didn't she? She looks like a girl that likes to fuck. I'd wager she had a big 
piece of plastic that she used on you. Probably fucked your cunt then your 
ass then your mouth. Pretty little mouth. Did you make her cum? Did you feast 
on slayer juices as she rode your tongue? She came screaming your name and 
you kept right on sucking, tonguing her clit until she finally pushed you 
off. My little spitfire, did you fuck her tight ass? Fuck her so hard she 
couldn't sit the next day? Goddess, you're so wet," Glory whispered, her 
right hand having snaked its way into Willow's pants, her left still holding 
on tight as she spoke. "Did she make you feel like this? So alive and aroused 
and needy?"

"We never," Willow's breath caught as Glory's fingers entered her tightness. 
She whimpered as the demigod's mouth found hers, fingers moving deeper into 
her as Glory's thumb danced across her clit. Glory's words had aroused her so 
much. All her thoughts about Buffy verbalized. Her nipples were so hard, 
pressing against the fabric of her bra as she moved against Glory's hand. 
Glory's fingers brought her to orgasm as Willow cried out.

Glory pulled back, blue eyes studying the flushed face in front of her, "If 
you ever let her touch you, I'll take you to my world, tie you up open and 
let every demon that I can find fuck you until you're unconscious and maybe 
even more afterwards. Then, I'll lick you clean of the blood and cum until 
you're begging for more. Do you understand? I don't share, especially not 
with that bitch."

"I'm not scared of you," Willow said, gasping as she more pain in her arm.

"You should be, Willow pet," Glory said, an indulgent smile on her pretty 
face. "You see, I will not stop until you're mine. Anything that I do to you, 
I can make you enjoy. I'd rather not be forced into proving that, but I will 
if needed. Come to me willingly, and there will be no extreme pain. Fight me, 
and I promise that you will see your little bitch friend die before becoming 
mine. I wonder if pretty little slayer bitch could handle fucking a dozen 
demons. Ramming their huge cocks into her tight little pussy and ass and 
mouth until she's bleeding. Sad thing for a slayer to die after bleeding to 
death from being gang raped by demons, wouldn't you say?" Glory said with a 
smile, letting Willow know her threat.

"Leave her alone," Willow said, any attraction she had previously felt for 
this woman leaving as she was faced into realizing that the flirting had just 
concealed a monster.

"We'll see," Glory said, leaning over and brushing her lips against Willow's 
as the redhead turned her head. She laughed, "You can't escape me, Willow. I 
am your life, your future. Soon, you will be mine."

"Leave me alone," Willow whispered, hating herself for having become involved 
with this demon. "Please, just leave me alone."

"Save the begging, pretty pet," Glory said, releasing Willow's arm. "You'll 
be doing enough of it later."

Willow slid to the floor of the alley, tears on her face as she realized she 
was in way over her head this time.

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

Willow entered her new house, a hand quickly checking her hair and then 
running over her face. She knew she must look horrid. She had been crying for 
nearly an hour. Her eyes were red and her cheeks stained by tears. She didn't 
know why she was crying. It wasn't as if it was going to help. It didn't even 
make her feel any better. It just seemed an instant reaction to such a 
hopeless situation. Even now, thinking about Glory and the threats, Willow 
felt tears threatening to flow. What was worse than anything was that this 
entire situation was her fault. She could have walked out of that club and 
not taken the invitation for coffee. Hell, she could have told Buffy first 
thing. Instead, she had gotten a bit of a thrill at having someone want her. 
She had felt attractive again, wanted. It had been nice though a bit scary. 
Now, after tonight, she just felt defeated. If she had protested even once, 
she could have told herself that it had been rape. She hadn't though. She'd 
simply leaned back and let Glory's fingers fuck her silly. She had almost 
begged for it.

That's what scared her most of all. Glory had told her before that anything 
she did to her, she could have her begging for more. Willow had to recognize 
that the words had a ring of truth to them. She didn't understand why she 
reacted so easily to Glory, but she had to accept that she felt more alive 
around the God. She would like to blame it on mind control, to believe that 
Glory forced her to feel this attraction. It seemed like such a weak argument 
though. No one could force her into becoming aroused. Even tonight, when 
listening to Glory, Willow had been so wet. She had been threatened in the 
most vile way and she had been aroused. She hated that, hated herself. Hated 
that she had gotten Buffy involved in Glory's stupid game. She couldn't live 
with herself if anything happened to Buffy because of her. She just didn't 
know how to fight Glory.

How was one supposed to refuse a God? She had read stories before, mythology 
and history of cultures, of gods and their lust for mortals. Never once had 
she read of a mortal successfully escaping a God's lust. True, Glory was a 
different kind of God. Also true that she hadn't read or studied such stories 
before so there might be dozens with different endings. Right now, all she 
could think of was Glory winning. She didn't want that at all. She had no 
feelings for the blonde except hatred and fear. OK. So there was a bit of an 
attraction that confused her and clouded her mind. That didn't outweigh the 
fear. Willow knew that Glory would not stop, though. For some reason, the 
woman had decided that she had to possess Willow. That Willow was going to be 
hers. What could she do to stop that from happening? Was there anything she 
could except either get all of her friends killed while resisting or simply 
give in and hope that Glory would leave everyone she loved alone once she had 
what she wanted?

Willow entered her room, thankful that she had not run into Buffy or Dawn. 
She'd hate to explain why she was so upset. She flinched as she imagined 
Buffy's reaction when she revealed who the mysterious blonde from the club 
had been and about her current obsession. The only good thing that seemed to 
have come lately was that Glory was so preoccupied with stalking her, the key 
seemed to have been forgotten. Dawn was safe for the time being. Willow fell 
back on her bed, green eyes looking at the ceiling as she became lost in 
thought.

Outside, Glory leaned against a familiar tree, her eyes watching the light 
upstairs. She could feel Willow slightly, the taste and scent of the girl 
still covering her hand. She inhaled the sweet aroma, her tongue licking her 
finger as she wished it still held the girl's juices. She had scared Willow 
that night, she knew. That was what she had wanted. For some odd reason, the 
redhead seemed to have forgotten just who she was playing with. She seemed to 
actually believe that she had a chance of resisting. Glory laughed softly, 
wondering why Willow didn't understand that it wasn't the question of whether 
or not she would become hers, it was a question of when. Frankly, Glory could 
feel her patience starting to fade. She wanted Willow. She wasn't accustomed 
to waiting for what she wanted. Add that damn key and there were two things 
that were annoyingly elusive. While she could do nothing about the key, there 
was plenty she could do about Willow. Images taunted her mind causing her to 
smile. The smile faded as a frown crossed her pretty faces. "Not now," she 
groaned, her eyes closing as she leaned forward slightly. Straightening up, 
dark eyes looked around in confusion. Where was he? Ben frowned as he turned 
and headed down the street, away from the tree and whatever mischief *she* 
had been up to.