Fic: Pretty Please (part 2/3) W/T/B NC17

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Title: Pretty Please? (with Whipped Willow on top)

Author: TheBear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle

Pairing: W/T /B (eventually)

Summary: Riley finally got a clue and left Sunnydale (Thank GOD! That
pathetic excuse for a man was really starting to get on my nerves!!)
Buffy is a wreck, Willow's a wreck, Fortunately Tara knows how to fix
everything.

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! This starts off Angsty, sappy and sweet, but
there is BDSM and assorted Smut ahead!

Author's note: Dedicated to Red- here's your glove, Pet.

***

Part 2



Buffy was too busy with her internal conversation to hear a word the
instructor was saying "More like spraying." she mused to herself. "How
surreal is my life?" she asked herself silently. "Last night I fought a
Troll; today I'm worried about the professor spitting on me. Can we say
'Eww?'"



Her thoughts, despite her best efforts, kept drifting back to the look
she had seen on Willow's face this morning in class: satisfaction. "She
looked like she had been well and thoroughly." Buffy's thoughts went
from words to pictures as she imagined what could put such a look on her
best friend's face. What, not who. She knew who. Even if she hadn't
automatically assumed that Willow's girlfriend Tara had been responsible
for that blissful expression, the smug 'cat who ate the cream' look on
her face, and pointed glances toward the exultant redhead would have
given it away. ". Ate the cream. Mmmmm" she thought before mentally
slapping herself. "Bad Buffy! No thinking of Willow's cream! Even if
you have always wanted to taste. Stop it!"



Buffy lived in denial about her feelings for Willow. It was easy at
first. Girl-girl relationships in highschool were virtually unheard of,
plus Willow had a crush on Xander- clearly hetro-gal. Then there was
Angel, Hunk of manly goodness with a Psycho surprise in the center. By
then, Willow had Oz, and Buffy would never interfere with that
relationship. 



Then when Oz left, Buffy almost went for it, despite the fear of messing
up their friendship, and of course the fear that Willow was Hetro-Only.
She went as far as telling her that she loved her, holding back the
corresponding thought that she wanted her, also. Then it seemed like
Willow was practically throwing Riley at her, and he was cute. "Really
nice arms," she thought. Riley was sweet too, but Buffy would have
rather had Willow.



Then came the shocker- Willow rejected a returned (and apparently
wolf-free) Oz, in favor of a Witch in her Wicca group named Tara. She
had been stunned, and Willow thought she was freaking out over the
thought of her being with a girl, well to be honest, she was; but not
because it repulsed or disgusted her. Rather, she was kicking herself
for not being brave enough to tell Willow how she felt about her.



So, Buffy latched onto Riley. And, Riley was sweet, and cute, and nice.
"and boring, and needy, and then there's the whole Blood-whore thing!"
she thought. Honestly, though, she was just using Riley. She was in
love with the idea of being loved. Xander had hit the nail on the head
when he accused her of treating him like a convenience. Even at then
end when she was chasing down the helicopter, she was more afraid of
being alone than she was of loosing Riley specifically. "It's better
that he's gone," she tried to convince herself. 



The only problem was, now she was alone again. And lusting after her
best friend, whose girlfriend was sitting right next to her, right now.



Sitting there with that same smug grin she had had all day. Looking far
hotter than she had any right to look. And she was back to being stuck
on that thought, "What did you do to Willow to make her look like that?"



Almost unvoiced in her head was the quietly whispered thought; "I wonder
if you could you do it to me, too?"



***



Tara was trying to pay attention and take notes, but it was hard. She
kept flashing back to how she had woken up that morning to the sensation
of her lover's mouth firmly attached to her yanni- tongue buried deep
inside, and nose swiping back and forth over her little nubbin. She
didn't know exactly how long Willow had been down there, but it seemed
like only a few moments after waking that Tara was blessed with pulsing
waves of pleasure rippling out from her center and through her body to
her toes and fingertips. She thought for a moment that she could
actually feel the follicles on her scalp quivering in sympathetic
delight. 



Her lover kept locked in place until the waves subsided, loudly slurping
down every last drop of her passion. She then proceeded to gently clean
her up with her tongue. Tara then watched through half lidded eyes as
her lover slowly ascend her body, gently kissing and stroking her with
her face. When she finally got to her mouth, she dropped a gentle,
almost chaste kiss on her lips and then said in her little-girl voice,
"I just wanted to thank you. you know- for last night? It was. I never
imagined. wow. Just, wow. Thank you Tara."



All in all, that was exactly how Tara would want to wake up every
morning for the rest of her life, if she could.



Of course, thoughts from this morning weren't the only things serving to
distract her from the professor's lecture. Tara's plans for this
evening were even more titillating. 



For a long time she had wondered if Buffy wanted Willow. She seemed
reasonably happy with Riley, certainly quite active with him. However,
she occasionally noticed Buffy looking at Willow with what could only be
described as. longing. The thought of watching Buffy and Willow
together was definitely causing some moisture to collect in Tara's
center. What was making her almost salivate, however, was the thought
of putting Buffy over her knee like she had done with Willow last night.
"Who'd have thought? Shy little Tara, a closet Dom?" she thought
humorously. 



This morning she had noticed Buffy noticing Willow. Willow had a
still-sated look on her face from her spanking the night before, and it
seemed to be arousing Buffy. She could barely drag her eyes from
Willow's face long enough to answer any questions or comments Tara
brought up. It wasn't until Willow was completely out of sight as she
left the other two for her 9:30 a.m. class that Buffy actually managed
eye contact with Tara for the first time that morning. Tara thought
that Buffy might be amenable to suggestion, if she presented it in the
right manner- after all, she knew Buffy would do anything to help out
her best friend.



Even though the thought of broaching the subject with the Slayer was
making her very nervous, she focused on the fact that she had promised
Willow that she would make her fantasy come true. Plus. she really,
really wanted to spank Buffy.



***



After class, Buffy and Tara both got their stuff together and walked out
of the room in silence. Each lost in their thoughts. 



Buffy was alternating between thoughts about Willow- and Tara putting
that expression on Willow's face- and guilty self-flagellation for
having such naughty thoughts about her friends. 



Tara was rehearsing in her head her angle of attack to get Buffy to join
her and Willow for a little spankfest tonight. When she thought she
finally had it worked out in her head, she tried to get Buffy's
attention. "Buffy, Can I talk to you about something? Buffy?"



After several moments Buffy finally realized that Tara was talking to
her. As it happened to be in the middle of one of her bouts of
self-recrimination, she was especially mortified. "Oh, God Tara! I'm
so sorry, I was. My mind. Sorry. What were you saying?



"Wow- blushing, babbling Buffy is almost as cute as Willow!" Tara
thought. Out loud she answered, "I w-wanted ask for a favor. I need
your help with Willow."



Buffy's eyes opened wide in concern and she gabbed Tara's arm as she
came to a halt, "What's wrong with Willow? Is she Ok? Are you guys
having."



Not wanting another meltdown like yesterday, Tara hastily reassured the
worried Slayer, "No, no! She's ok. We're fine, its just."



"What, Tara?" 



"Willow's having a hard time dealing with an e-emotional issue. It's
kind of something she has been worried about for a while now and she
needs your. and mine. she needs our help to work through it?" Tara
asked, playing up the shy act a little. She felt a little bit guilty
for trying to trick her friend, but weighed against the mental image of
Buffy's tanned bottom turning a rosy-pink as she laid in to it; well.
she decided she could live with a little guilt.



Buffy was embarrassed at her own ambivalence over the thought of
problems between Willow and Tara and didn't even ask what the problem
was, she just said, "Yeah, yeah. Of course, Tara. Look, Mom went on a
buying trip since she's feeling so much better, and she took Dawn with
her- kind of a bonding thing since Dawn was so upset about the whole
hospital thing. So, it's just me for the whole weekend. Why don't you
guys come over at about 9? If I'm not back from patrol yet, just let
yourselves in and wait, Ok?"



Tara couldn't keep the half-smile off of her face, and she hoped Buffy
mistook it for gratitude. "Thanks Buffy, that would b-be great!"
Before Buffy could ask any details, Tara said, "I'm going to g-go find
Willow, Ok? We'll see you tonight, OK?" As she hurried off, she
thought "Perfect! Buffy is going to have her socks knocked off when she
walks through that door. I just hope the slayage isn't too rough
tonight. I want her horny, not exhausted."



***



Buffy walked in the kitchen door to her house, wondering if the girls
were here already. "Honey, I'm home!" she yelled out. "Hmm, I miss
having a honey waiting to see me," she thought. "Mmmmm, I'd really like
to have Willow waiting for me to come home."



Buffy's reverie was broken when she heard Tara calling from upstairs,
"We're up here Buffy!"



Buffy's thoughts returned to Willow's 'problem.' She'd been thinking
about it during her patrol. Thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
She'd been jumped by a couple of vamps while she was distracted with
thinking. One of them she dusted easily, but the other pulled a
jackrabbit and took off while she was dusting his friend. She had
chased him down and would have caught him but he leapt into a passing
pickup and she wasn't quite close enough to grab a hold. Needless to
say, she was pissed off about it. 



As she went up the stairs she couldn't help but remember one of her and
Faith's conversations. "Isn't it funny how slaying makes you hungry and
horny?" Buffy had been mortified when all of her friends all turned to
look at her with that questioning glance. She made some inane comment
about yogurt. 



The truth was, she was could usually handle the feelings that slaying
caused. Usually. But, when one got away- when there was no climax to
the battle; she was left feeling. frustrated. Usually those nights
found her riding poor Riley nearly through the bed (not that he
complained), or- when she was single- giving her vibrator a serious
workout. 



Usually her vibrator fantasies included visions of her best friend,
Willow, which left her feeling guilty when they were younger, and just
more frustrated now-a-days.



As she opened the door to her room she was muttering under her breath,
"It's a good thing Tara's here, or I'd be half tempted to jump." Her
thoughts came to a screaming halt and her jaw headed for the floor as
she took in the sight before her.



"I'm glad you're here, Buffy," Tara purred in a most decidedly
Un-Taralike voice. "Willow needs your help."







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