FIC: Mental Training

["underdawg19" <aspiringsomething@xxxxxxxxxx>]

Here's my very first completed Buffy and Willow fic. Please tell me 
what you think, good or bad.



*** This story was written in response to a challenge posted by 
Dan.. I just couldn't pass it up, because the idea was just so 
incredible, I knew I had to at least try. I hope I did your 
storyline justice, Dan. :o)

BTW, I'm not a die-hard Buffy watcher, so if you notice any 
inconsistencies or anything, just attribute it to that and I 
apologize for any ill-feelings it may cause, haha. Anyway, hope you 
like it... *wince*

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Willow burst through the doors of the library after receiving an 
urgent message on her answering machine. No sooner did she hear the 
message than did she grab her jacket and head out the door, trudging 
as fast as she could. She immediately spotted the Watcher upon her 
entrance, who appeared to be awaiting her arrival.

"Giles? What is it? Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Well, no," the tall, Englishman stumbled over his words. "T-
there's no real emergency Willow, though I do need to speak with you 
at once. Sit down, please."

The redhead took a seat at the nearest table in the library. The 
fear that had just moments ago overtaken her features, was now 
replaced with genuine concern.

"Willow, I've just now been informed of a-an interesting technique in 
order to, better prepare Buffy for her, well ? uh, last, battle."

The young girl winced at Giles' words and took a deep breath before 
responding.

"So what's the plan?"

"Buffy needs a-a teacher of some sort. Well, m-maybe not so much a 
teacher, but a guide really, to carry her through the process of this 
type of training."

"Well, forgive me for being blunt but, isn't that what Watchers are 
for?"

"I'm afraid I ? I cannot guide Buffy through this particular ? uh, 
thing.

"Well, Giles ? spit it out."

"Yes, of course. I was notified earlier of a type of training that 
only Slayers who've lived as long as Buffy will have to endure. What 
it does is test the limits of Buffy's strength by providing her with 
an escape route, if you will, to submit to if she so chooses."

"So, they're gonna give her an out and dangle it right in front of 
her face as some kind of cruel temptation?"

"Precisely."

"With what?"

"Uh...s-sex."

"What?! Isn't there like, a-a rule against that or something?"

"Apparently not," Giles replied, taking off his glasses and wiping 
them off with his shirt.

"Dirty old men trying to seduce younger women into having sex with 
them? T-there's no rule for that?"

Giles looks at Willow slightly hurt, having taken a bit of offense to 
her outburst.

"Actually the Watcher is not required to become involved at all."

"So then, why?ohm ? " Willow covered her mouth with her eyes wide-
open. "You want me to have sex with Buffy?!" The Watcher is caught 
off-guard and begins stumbling now more than ever.

"If all goes well, no. If Buffy can withstand the uh ? s-sexual 
advances ? "

"Giles!"

"Look, I understand how ridiculous this sounds. It was even more 
ridiculous when I heard it myself. I tend to think of Buffy as well, 
a ? a daughter. I couldn't possibly ? "

"Okay, I understand that Giles but.. me? I'm her best friend, and.. 
not exactly of the opposite sex."

"What a shame," the Watcher commented purposefully, eyeing Willow.

"Ohhhh," Willow states, the concept suddenly dawning on her. "I get 
it. Less temptation."

"This is entirely up to you Willow. I don't want you to do anything 
you don't feel comfortable doing. Buffy's your best friend, and I'd 
hate for anything to jeopardize that." The redhead let out big sigh 
and ran her hands through her hair.

"Wow."

"There is one thing I ? I may be a bit concerned about, with you 
being the one to do this."

"What?"

"Well? you and Buffy."

"What about us?"

"Well I ? I don't like to meddle, as you probably already know? but 
that doesn't mean I don't, see things."

"What things?"

"Willow, do you know what the word `philio' means?"

"Sure, it's an ancient term for friendship."

"Exactly. Some ancient Greeks believed that `philio' was a love just 
as strong in nature as, traditional forms of love."

"Like romance," Willow stated suspiciously.

"Precisely. Friendship is a-a sacred thing.. and if it's strong 
enough, it can bear an intensity far greater than those who haven't 
experienced it will ever believe. And I know, you and Buffy have 
this sort of relationship, and I was ? well I-I'm afraid Buffy may, 
in the course of her training, confuse these feelings with romantic, 
love."

A moment of silence is consumed by both as Willow stares pensively 
into her hands.

"Well, if she's gonna go through this.. better me than someone else, 
right?" she questioned a bit uncomfortably.

The Watcher simply nods his head, still extremely worried about the 
task ahead.

"You mustn't breathe a word of this to Buffy. If she were to find 
out, anything at all, she will no doubt refuse to take any part in it 
and, I'm afraid the consequences of not following through are, quite 
unthinkable."

"So this like a really big deal."

"I'm afraid so? If you'd like, you can take a few ? well, minutes to 
think about it." Giles says, to which Willow half-laughs.

"No I ? I'll do it." 

The Watcher sighs in cautionary relief.

"Thank you. You have no idea how big a help this is Willow, really. 

"I just have one more concern, if it's not too much trouble? how are 
you going to do this?"

A blank stare donned Willow's features as she shook her head in 
silence. She'd have to take some time to think about this.

"When does it have to be done?"

"By midnight tomorrow."

"Oh Goddess."

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Willow left the library feeling entirely numb. Her senses had been 
shot and she was just walking along, completely devoid of any 
physical sensation ? all she could feel was inside.

She needed to think about this. I mean really think. Obviously, 
she'd cast a spell to get herself through the night..that was a 
given. Inevitably however, there were certain things she was now 
being forced to consider. She found herself asking, `Was I ever 
attracted to Buffy at all?' The immediate answer was, `no, 
absolutely not.' But then? an incident here, an incident there? 
thoughts she'd so adamantly pushed to the back of her mind? there was 
really only one conclusion. She'd thought of Buffy.. occasionally.. 
okay, very occasionally.. that way. `Wow, Will.. big revelation. 
Break out the kazoo,' she thought sarcastically.

`Okay, let's think about this logically,' she said, though she had a 
feeling logic wasn't at all possible right now. `Buffy's my friend.. 
and a girl.. and I'm not really attracted to her.' Yet, for some 
reason, she found herself a victim of her own inner inquisition. `Is 
she pretty? God she's beautiful. Does she make your heart sore when 
she's with someone else? Kinda. Does your whole body tingle when 
she touches you or holds your hand? Well I ? I never really thought 
of it that way but.. I ? I don't know, maybe. When she leans over, 
can you not tear your eyes away fro ? oh my god. Stop it. That's 
not funny.' Willow scolded herself. She wondered for a moment the 
nature of thoughts and how one can lead to another, and another and? 
well, whatever. 

She supposed by now she would have had at least some understanding of 
her feelings for Buffy, but despite all the thinking she was doing, 
it never really felt like she was thinking at all.

She headed towards the dorms unconsciously, not because she really 
wanted to face Buffy, but because she didn't know where else to go. 
There's a certain magnetism that college dorms have, especially for 
those deep in thought. They become sanctuaries for people in an 
existence that is both strange and familiar at the same time.

As she walked, her heart was pounding at unprecedented speeds? 
suddenly it was too hot for the jacket she'd grabbed earlier. She 
headed into the dorm, up the stairs and down the hallway, and much 
too quickly it seemed, she found herself directly in front of her and 
Buffy's door.

`Well, here we go,' she thought.

Willow took a deep breath and turned the knob. With every inch the 
door opened, she wanted more and more to slam it shut and run away as 
fast as she could. But, such was life, and she had to face it.

"Hey," Buffy greeted when she saw Willow enter the room.

"Hey."

"Where were you?"

"The uh, I was, um? books. Were there. A-and tables."

"Umm? the library?"

"Yeah. Not like, you know, the library library. But, just, the 
library."

"You look pale. Are you okay?"

"Oh, right. I get it. You're supposed to say that," Willow laughed 
incredibly moronically. Buffy just sat there, looking very confused.

"Why?"

"Cuz ? cuz you're Buffy and-and, I'm, incredibly, stupid, right 
now." Feeling lightheaded, Willow walked over and collapsed on the 
bed.

"Will! Are you are okay?" Buffy got up and ran over to her friend.

"See, you're supposed to say that," Willow responded lightly.

"No I'm not," Buffy said, running her fingers through the redhead's 
hair. "What's wrong?"

"Hands. I ? I mean fans."

"Fans like, like crowd fans?" Buffy asked incredulously.

"Like oscillating fans."

"Oh! I ? I could get you a fan. Do you want me to get you one?"

Willow nodded her head and averted her eyes away from Buffy's. The 
Slayer smoothed her fingers over Willow's forehead, wisping away the 
damp hair that had made it's way onto her face.

"Okay. I'll be right back. Don't move."

"I won't."

"Good," Buffy stated, and got up to locate a fan.

As soon as she was gone, Willow sat up and grabbed her spell book. 
She had to find a spell that would be useful tomorrow night with 
Buffy. Flipping through the pages frantically, she found one she 
thought might be worth a look. Suddenly she heard footsteps outside 
the door and closed the book immediately.

"Will, the girl down the hall said ? oh, are you feeling better?" 
Buffy asked once she saw Willow sitting up on the bed.

"Mucho," Willow said, smiling she what hoped was a genuine smile.

"That's good. Lemme just turn this on just in case. She said we 
could use it all night if we wanted to."

"That was nice of her."

"Yeah, sure it was. After I interrupted her and her boyfriend from 
Tex-ass, she had no problem throwing it out the door at me. So 
anyway, how are you doing? Do you want me to get you something? 
Water? Aspirin? Smelling salts?"

Willow laughed and shook her head warmly with her eyes closed. "No 
thank you."

"So tell me what happened," Buffy inquired.

"I don't know, I think I just have too much work to do this week," 
she lied. "It's really getting to me." `Like lying to your best 
friend is right now, huh Will?' she thought.

"Are you sure that's it? I mean, I know how important school is to 
you and everything, but?" 

"Yup, that's it," Willow responded. "Really, don't mind me. I'll 
just sit here and collect my thoughts. See? Hummm. Hummm." The 
redhead had now formed circles with her index finger and thumb on 
each hand, smiling meditatively.

As Buffy walked over to her side of the room, albeit very confused 
still, Willow's eyes involuntarily traced the Slayer's body. She 
made it a point to keep checking her bodily responses, gauging where 
and when exactly Buffy made her feel anything. 

"Willow?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you staring at my ass?"

All color drained out of the already pale redhead at this sudden 
realization; and in the wake of this flood came a warmth that seemed 
to set her entire body on fire. She was caught. But was she 
embarrassed because Buffy had intercepted her stare, or because of 
what she was staring at?

"Umm, you had a piece of lint hanging off of you.. but it's gone 
now," she lied.

"Oh," Buffy responded, and checked for more lint in the mirror, 
thinking nothing of it.

"Hey listen, Will.. I gotta go on patrol. Sucks, but, you know.. 
duty calls."

"Somebody's gotta do it right?"

"Yeah, me," Buffy said sarcastically. "Anyway, as soon as I am done 
I am gonna come back here and spoil you rotten until you go to bed 
exhausted from so much special treatment. Okay?"

"Okay," Willow smiled.

"Alright I'll see you later."

"Bye Buffy."

And with that, Buffy was out the door, not before stopping however, 
to take one last look at her ailing friend. Content that Willow 
seemed to be feeling much better, she stepped out into the hallway 
and descended into the night.

As soon as Buffy was out the door, Willow began flipping through her 
spell book, looking for the page she'd found earlier. Luckily, she 
had creased it when she'd closed it so quickly, thus, the page was 
located almost instantly. 

Propping the book up on her lap, Willow read over the intentions of 
the spell. It was to provide her with the courage and the means to 
carry out a task, no matter the reservations or the level of wills. 
The spell, if carried out correctly, was to render it's castor 
undaunted, and to perform the task without fail. 

`So basically it's a scaredy cat spell,' Willow thought to 
herself. `Oh goody.'



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***(So Willow casts the spell.. haha. Due to the threats on my life 
about posting this fic asap, I deemed this part of the story.. 
expendable. Besides you wanna get to the good stuff right? It would 
have been a yawner anyways. Okay so I'm just making excuses... 
still - think of it as an episode where it cuts right to the good 
stuff without all that other.. stuff.. *hmm* lol )

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"I will explain to you the rules. You will not utter one word. And 
you will not object to but one of my stipulations. Is that 
understood?"

Buffy nods with a disdainful fire in her eyes as Willow walks around 
the chair she's sitting on.

"The Watcher's Council, they want to test you. They want to see what 
you're made of. Slayers before you have been presented with the very 
same challenge that now presents itself to you. Some have failed. 
Some have dared to try. But none of them. Buffy, none of them.. 
must endure the seduction that is now in your hands. You can either 
give in? or you can stay true to your life's course and resist the 
utmost temptation ? but make no mistake. By the end of this 
session.. you're gonna wanna fuck me so bad you'll be coming all over 
yourself, begging for me to release you. And when that happens, 
you'll have to choose ? between a life spent protecting those around 
you, and a power that has the capacity to destroy you." 

Buffy continues to stare up at Willow with scorn in her eyes.

"So. Let the games begin."

With that, the redhead turns to leave, and as she walks away she 
fires one last comment Buffy's way.

"Oh and Buffy. You will fail."

Once out of Willow's sight, Buffy tries to wriggle her way out of the 
chair but to no avail. Then, just as quickly as she had up and gone, 
the redhead then reappears with some auxiliary items.

"Boy. That was pretty scary wasn't it?" Willow said, once she 
returned to Buffy's side.

"The Council put you up to this?" Buffy asked rather demandingly. 
For this, she was rewarded with a not-so-gentle push to the back of 
her chair.

"Just sit back, relax.. and don't. you. worry. about a thing," Willow 
said, tapping at her nose.

Buffy could not believe the situation she had just been thrown into. 
Killing vampires was one thing; it was, at the very least, 
consistent. But Willow, her best friend, being made by the Council 
to seduce her? In all the years she'd been fighting evil, she'd 
never encountered such absurdity. 

Willow went around the back of the Slayer and placed her fingers 
firmly on her shoulders, working deep into the tense muscles she 
found there. The impromptu massage caused Buffy to sigh at the hands 
of Willow's ministrations; and although the urge to close her eyes 
presented itself immediately, Buffy resisted, keeping her gaze firmly 
planted in front of her. It was early. She wouldn't last if she 
started to cave now. After her shoulders had been loosened to 
Willow's satisfaction, she moved to her neck and head, where again, 
Buffy restrained herself.

"I don't suspect that this will be easy," Willow began suddenly. 

"You're right it won't," the Slayer responded.

Willow then bent down and whispered into her ear. "But I do expect 
this chair to be soaking wet when I'm finished." 

She walked around the chair and knelt down in front of the Slayer, 
subject to an incredulous stare piercing through her insides. She 
then began smoothing her hands over Buffy's taut stomach, careful not 
to miss around the sides, where she was most sensitive. 

"You're a sight for sore eyes, Buffy Summers." Willow's eyes trailed 
up and down her body, running her hands along the landscape of her 
skin. Then suddenly, she leaned in..

"Just so there's no confusion? this is where I seduce you." 

Willow tilted her head to the side and continued in a rather 
provocative tone.

"Do you have a fantasy Buffy? No? of course you don't. 

"Well let me tell you about my fantasy. Or, fantasies, should I 
say," Willow steps, one leg at a time under Buffy's, placing the 
Slayer on her lap. "God knows the possibilities you can come up with 
when your roommate is the Slayer. You don't know how many times just 
the sight of you made me all, hot and bothered."

Willow licked her lips and then continued.

"Y'see Buff, fantasies.. they don't always occur at night, when 
you're under the covers and all the lights are out. Or when you're 
behind the shower curtain and you're absolutely sure that no one's 
looking. No. They can happen to anyone.. anytime, anywhere. And as 
hard as you may wanna try, there's not a damn thing you can do about 
the voltage searing through your pelvis every time you get excited. 
We are, who we are, and we are attracted to certain people by our 
basic, human nature. There's no use in fighting it."

"What does this have to do with me ? nothing." Buffy responded, her 
lips pursed together in anger.

"If you say so," Willow replied, hazily. 

"You know, I'm not really in the mood for storytime, Will. In fact, 
in case you haven't noticed, I am not in the mood fend off your 
manufactured lust towards me in an effort to prove something to the 
goddamn Council. If they can't see that I'm worthy of being a 
Slayer, then that's their problem, not mine."

"Who said anything about manufactured?"

Upon hearing this, Buffy stopped and felt the sting of tears burning 
in her eyes. This wasn't Willow. This wasn't even close to her 
Willow. And a huge part of her was deeply hurt by that. It was a 
long moment before she could respond, whispering every single word 
threaded with anguish.

"Come on Will.. you don't really expect me to believe this is you. 
I've stared you straight in the face everyday for the last three 
years.. do you really think that I can't see past all of this?" 

Willow straightened up and submitted to the Slayer's line of 
questioning.

"Maybe. Maybe this spell has finally made me realize what I've 
always wanted. Your, `vocational advisors' have spoken, and they 
requested that I do this to you. But I don't want it Buffy. If you 
don't. And you're right, I did call upon outside forces for 
assistance. But I think, somewhere, deep down inside.. I needed this 
too. And I have an obligation, to the Council, and to myself, to 
find that out from you." 

"What do you need to find out Will?" Buffy whispered.

The redhead stayed absolutely still for a moment, and as she spoke, a 
glazed look overtook her eyes, as if she was calling to Buffy from 
the depths of her soul, slowly, passionately? hypnotically.

"Have you ever.. even if for just, one moment ? wanted to touch me?"

Buffy's eyes rose up, her expression revealing the truth and fear 
that she so desperately wanted to hide. As she continued to stare at 
Willow, she knew that there was no way she could deny it. 

You can lie to your parents. You can lie to your brothers and 
sisters. Hell, you can even lie to a nun. But in this whole world, 
the one person you absolutely cannot lie to, is your best friend. 

And in that moment, too many a thought spent drifting towards Willow 
over the course of their relationship, were now laid out and exposed 
for her friend to see, where years of shaking it off and ignoring it 
slithered down the drain. All that was left now were Buffy's 
telltale eyes, haunted by the fear of illuminating the truth and 
subjecting herself to a vulnerability that only Willow had the power 
to do.

As Buffy's gaze was met by the pair of eyes only inches away from her 
own, she saw a certain purity that, under the circumstances, she 
hadn't expected to see ? a look that was born out of sweet, doe-eyed 
innocence. It wasn't gloating or expectant... just filled with love 
and trust.

Willow rested her forehead against the Slayer's and allowed her lips 
to linger dangerously close to the other girl's. Buffy's breath 
hitched and began a ragged pattern of breathing at her friend's 
proximity, getting progressively louder with each gasp of air. 
Willow's hands then traveled down the blonde's bare upper body, 
trickling her fingers down her arms and chest, sending shivers 
through the expanse of her entire frame. The sheer intensity of the 
moment burned within each of them, as their chests rose and fell 
together heavily in sync.

With feather-light caresses, Willow continued smoothing her hands 
over Buffy's shoulders and arms.. with soft, silky skin underneath 
her fingers.. until one of her hands reached a tender, supple breast, 
causing the Slayer to catch her breath and visibly tremble. The 
redhead found the peak to have already been risen, yet was getting 
harder and more firm as she circled it slowly with her fingers. They 
were now cheek to cheek with not an inch separating their conjoined 
features. Willow's eyes were drawn to Buffy's chest, while the 
Slayer's had been closed, sighing at the gentle hands that were 
fondling her breast so delicately.

The scent of Buffy's arousal reached the redhead's senses ever so 
slightly, causing her to lean in even closer and moan softly into her 
friend's ear. Willow then proceeded to pull her shirt over her head 
slowly, and watched as Buffy's gaze immediately graced her now 
exposed upper body, staring in wonderment at the beautiful breasts in 
front of her. The blonde simply looked up at Willow, donning a look 
of innocence she had never seen from her before, or at least as long 
as she could remember. She stared at her as if she was the most 
precious thing she'd ever seen; it was something so sacred and 
beautiful, the gift of Willow.. and her eyes were windows to a soul 
that was aching to be loved. 

Soon Willow's lips found their way to Buffy's neck, slowly taking in 
every inch, from her shoulders to her jawline and back again. A 
concentrated moan rooted deep within the Slayer escaped without 
effort, much to her dismay, and caused Willow to rest her forehead on 
the blonde's once again. For a moment and an eternity all at once, 
they simply watched each other's erratic breathing, allowing the 
smallest gust of air to dance across their cheeks.

"Will," Buffy whispered out. "Please don't do this to me."

"Don't you want me Buffy?" Willow responded in an almost childlike 
voice. The Slayer only sighed and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter what I want. You know that." 

Once again, Willow absorbed the exact same explanation she had heard 
so many times before, and then began to steel herself for what was to 
come next.

"Tell me you didn't like it."

"What?"

"Tell me you didn't want me, to feel you, and kiss you, and hold 
you... and I will let you go, right now."

At these words, Buffy practically stopped breathing completely. 
Suddenly, she had a choice.. leave, and once again be victorious.. or 
stay, in submission to her own wont and need. Instantly, her brain 
kicked into overdrive; logic trying to outdo lust, reason trying to 
stifle desire, all in conjunction with this beautiful woman sitting 
before her, observing her every move. 

Then, without any warning, as if in some state of desperation, she 
lunged at Willow with her lips, only to retract them just before 
reaching the redhead's mouth. For a brief second, she contemplated 
the consequences of her impending action, all the possible outcomes 
racing through her mind. But then, suddenly, in spite herself, she 
captured Willow's lips with a passion never before seen by either of 
them, and met them again and again until it stung from the pain.

Surprisingly, it was Buffy who released her tongue from the depths 
her mouth and plunged it into Willow's for the first time. The 
redhead was happy to oblige, returning Buffy's passion with as much 
fervor as was initially offered. Their tongues continued to duel 
back and forth, insatiably devouring each other, when, just as 
suddenly as she'd initiated it, Buffy ripped her lips away from 
Willow's and turned her head away.

"It's just you and me Buffy. Nobody else," Willow consoled.

"That's what you think."

"That's what I know."

"Well it's bullshit. This is a test, Will. That's all it is. And 
you want me to fail it miserably."

"No," Willow responded immediately. 

"Then why ? " Buffy began to say but was cut off by Willow's hand 
over her mouth.

"I want to make love to you? that's what I want."

"You don't want me Will. You just think you do."

"Buffy.." Willow said, shaking her head, with her arms around the 
Slayer's neck. "I want, you." As she stared into Buffy's eyes, she 
could see a faint amount of desire making it's way up to her 
expression, mixed in with a little bit of hope and a hell of a lot of 
pain.

"Really?" Buffy asked with brokenness that almost shattered Willow to 
pieces.

"Yeah," the redhead whispered back. 

"Oh god I want you too Will," Buffy breathed out, leaning her 
forehead to Willow's once again. At this, the redhead smiled and 
placed a hand on Buffy's cheek. 

"What am I gonna do?"

Willow practically felt her heart break, literally. She had watched 
as Buffy had played emotional tug-of-war within herself since the 
moment they entered the place, and it was getting more and more 
difficult to watch and be a not-so-innocent bystander. Yet, with the 
confusion and remorse evident on her face, Willow still had to let 
her know...

"I have, to do this, Buffy. I can't back out now. Even though every 
inch of me wants to bundle you up in a blanket and take you home with 
me? I have a job to do."

"I understand."

"I'll take it slow."

"Okay."

"And I'll be gentle."

"Okay."

"And I won't do an ? "

"Will."

"Right."

For a brief moment, they stared into each other's eyes; fear and 
love, passion and desire, sweeping over their expressions. Willow 
then took to Buffy's hair, running her fingers through the silk-
textured strands, while guiding it gradually behind her ear. Then, 
after a bit of hesitation, she leaned in and brushed her lips against 
the Slayer's cheek, sensing the trembling brewing inside as she made 
her way further back. When she reached the edge of her face, Willow 
slowly took Buffy's earlobe into the flesh of her lips and proceeded 
to suck on it gently, eliciting a small moan from the back of Buffy's 
throat.

"Tell me when to stop," the redhead whispered into her ear.

Once again, Buffy could feel a moisture growing between her thighs, 
but this time it was much more elaborate, causing her feel like she 
was seeping with fluid. She shifted slightly in the hopes of making 
it go away, but as it turned out, there was nothing she could do. 
She had to stop this?now. 

"Will?"

"Hmm?" the redhead responded, now planting tiny kisses all over her 
face. 

"I want you t ? " she started, but then stopped.. at the moment, 
oxygen wasn't exactly abundant. She tried to catch her breath in an 
attempt to speak, but Willow was doing things to her that wouldn't 
allow for that to happen. 

"I ? I need? oh god," Buffy cried out, as the redhead began to devour 
her neck, journeying from side to side. Buffy was now panting loudly 
and insistently, while her eyes seemed to be rolling backwards from 
their place.

"My my my," Willow said in a playful, innocuous tone. "Is it chilly 
in here or is it me?"

The Slayer looked down at her chest in embarrassment, noticing 
indeed, that her peaks had risen to full capacity once again. 

"I'm flattered actually," said Willow, bringing Buffy's chin up by 
the tip of her finger. She stared longingly into her eyes, reveling 
in the passion she found deep within Buffy's soul... a soul that she 
understood almost as well as her own. Then slowly, she leaned in 
towards her.. whereas before it was rough and tortured, this time, 
her kiss was gentle and soft, gradually increasing with passion as 
their lips continued to press against one another's in a heated 
embrace. 

This time, Buffy did not say a word, allowing Willow to explore her 
upper body with hands and lips, all the while wondering why she was 
letting this happen in the first place. She kept scrambling around, 
looking for an excuse to stop the redhead from luring her any 
further. However, that excuse soon became a distant memory as she 
just could not wrap her mind around one, single, solitary, thought. 
Willow, as it were, was taking up every available space her brain had 
to offer.

Slowly, the redhead eased herself off of Buffy's lap and took to a 
kneeling position on the floor, all the while never losing the level 
of contact she had established. 

Then suddenly, without any warning at all, Willow's hands and lips 
ceased in their movements, stopping both of them completely. Almost 
immediately their eyes met, focusing in on each other with the most 
intensive gaze they had ever shared, in the history of their 
relationship. Never taking her eyes off of Buffy's, Willow slowly, 
gently, began to press the Slayer's thighs outwards from her, lightly 
smoothing her hands over them, and stopping as soon she sensed the 
point of resistance within her legs. A gentle, loving exploration of 
Buffy's inner thighs followed, with Willow's hands just barely 
applying pressure in the stillness of their gaze. In a haze, the 
redhead adjusted herself slightly before Buffy, inevitably causing 
the passion between them to heighten quickly and considerably. Every 
emotion, every desire, every piece of each other they had ever 
possessed, the ones spoken of and the ones not, all came rushing into 
this moment, like a crack of stratospheric thunder, electrifying the 
two and sending them deeper and deeper into one another's soul. 
Their gaze now more impenetrable than ever, they steadied themselves 
for what was about to be the most unforgetable moment of their entire 
lives.

"Buffy," Willow whispered, before cupping her palm up against the 
Slayer. 

"?just let go."

The words were made of only a whisper, but the effect it had on Buffy 
echoed throughout her entire body, and stopped but half-heartedly, 
due only to her now fading resistance. Willow no sooner found a 
starting point within the Slayer, and gradually slid her index finger 
all the way up to the top of her hood in one, gentle motion, causing 
Buffy to shiver from the inside, out. She then took her finger to 
her mouth and tasted Buffy for the first time ever. Never in her 
life had she expected to feel anything even remotely close to this.. 
to share something so intimate with this girl that she called her 
best friend. It was almost.. transcendental. 

Willow then returned to Buffy's center and began to massage gently 
with her hand.

"Buffy, I'm not gonna force you into anything.." she then felt a warm 
set of fingers glide into her "..you don't want to do. You know 
that, right?" All Buffy could do was nod in response.
For a few long moments of silence, Willow explored Buffy's insides, 
gently sliding her fingers in and out, which, at this point was not 
necessarily a difficult task. She reveled in the moisture she found 
there, and at the knowledge that she had caused such a response 
within her. Then she got up into a kneeling position from her seat 
on her ankles, and proceeded to look Buffy right in the eyes.

"You gotta tell me Buffy," Willow whispered roughly, and then brought 
her fingers finally to the hardened nub inside of her. Buffy tried 
to focus long enough on Willow to look her in the face, despite what 
this was doing to her, but it had been become a fairly difficult 
thing to do.

"Tell me you want it." 

"I..." The blonde struggled for words.

"Look at me, Buffy.. Buffy, look at me," Willow said, trying to get 
the Slayer to focus. 

"Look me in the eyes." Buffy's eyes came out from under her lids 
just a little bit, just enough so that Willow could see them.

"I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say you want it." 
Willow wrapped her free hand around the Slayer's neck, and began 
working her hand much more diligently than before.

"Come on, Buffy.." Her pleas were becoming more insistent now. "You 
gotta let me know. Do you want it?"

Buffy's lips moved as if she were going to say something in the midst 
of inhaling and exhaling deeply. Finally, Willow heard a sound so 
small that she almost didn't hear it in between all the heavy 
breathing. Almost. While in the process of fighting off her desire, 
a small, "yes" had found it's way out of Buffy's mouth.

"Yes?" Willow asked and began to move faster. The two were now 
gyrating together at perfectly timed intervals, connected by their 
passion and lust. 

Buffy was coming closer and closer to climax, and trying with all her 
might to fight back against her body, but it was useless. 

"Buffy," Willow whispered, while resting her cheek against the 
Slayer's and holding on for dear life. "Do you want me?"

"Yes. Yes. I want.. Will.. I want you."

Willow fingers began working furiously. Buffy's breath quickened as 
soon as she felt the change in pace and before long, she felt the 
tell-tale signs of her about to let go. 

Her body tensed, and as she arched out of her chair towards the 
ceiling, she let out a scream that must have been the sweetest sound 
Willow had ever heard. She immediately went limp from her release 
and collapsed back onto the chair in a heap of unsteady breaths.

Suddenly Willow felt something blow up inside of her, and instantly 
she knew the spell had been completed. Buffy just stared at her with 
wide-open eyes, trying to make sense of what had just happened 
between them. 

"Are you alright?" Willow asked, brushing some hair away from Buffy's 
face.

"I think so," the blonde replied, still a little in awe about what 
had just occurred. 

"You screamed my name, Buffy," said Willow, while helping her sit 
up. 

"I guess I lost then, huh?" Not the answer she was really looking 
for, but she understood, nonetheless.

"Yeah," the redhead looked away. "I guess you did."

"I guess I'm a pretty bad Slayer, huh?"

"Well.. I don't know about that. I have it on pretty good authority 
that you're one of the best actually."

"Will? Take me home, please."

"Sure," the redhead replied before beginning to untie the 
Slayer. "You know, Buf ? "

"Shhh," the blonde cut her off. "I know. You don't have to."

"I'm sorry."

"I said you didn't have to."

"I know. But I needed to say it. Maybe you didn't need to hear it, 
but I needed to say it."

Buffy nodded her understanding, and then eased up out of the chair; 
Willow had had a bathrobe waiting for her and handed it to her to put 
on. 

"Come on," Willow said. "Let's get you home."

As they were walking out, Buffy unconciously laced her fingers 
through Willow's and stared straight ahead, away from the redhead. 
She didn't know what she was doing or why; she couldn't even look at 
Willow. All she knew was that she wanted to hold her hand as they 
walked out.. and that's exactly what she did. It was completely 
ironic, and almost insane, but... so is love sometimes. And as 
Willow smiled to herself in an empathetic sort of way, she knew that 
that was exactly what they had.. love.




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