Fic: Red Skies at Morning (part 1/?) W/B NC17

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Title: Red skies at morning

Author: The Bear

Rating: NC-17 (is there anything else?)

Pairing: Buffy/Willow (later parts may add Giles/Other)

Disclaimer: They're not Mine, they never were. I didn't create them; I
just released them from the ridiculous restraints of cannon. I mean,
Come on! In what dimension is every boy and girl who sees Willow *Not*
fawning all over her- falling at her feet, begging for a scrap of her
attention?! An 'F' in Willow indeed! Xander should be expelled for his
incredible shortsightedness!

Summary: Willow realizes she is in love. Will Buffy get a clue?

Author's note: This part isn't kinky, but you know me! It's virtually
guaranteed to get there eventually!

AU Warning: I'll deal with it more explicitly within the storyline in
later parts, but suffice it to say that Oz never made a significant
(romantic) impact on Willow's life.

***

Part 1

Willow sat in Buffy's bed, clutching a cross and vial of holy water
tightly to her chest. She hadn't been all that attached to her fish,
but finding them dead and strung together like Christmas lights in an
envelope on her bed hadn't been a big barrel of laughs, either. She was
wigged. Beyond wigged. In order to keep her mind off of the image of
Angelus in her room, doing terrible things to her while she slept, she
tried talking.

She said, "I just wanted to thank you, you know- for having me over;
what with it being a school night and all." Mentally she chastised
herself, "Oh, smooth, Rosenberg; that'll impress her. 'Hello! Can we
say inane?'"

Truth be told, one of the things Willow most wanted to do in her life
was impress Buffy Summers. Somehow, someway. Though she would never
admit it to anyone; she barely admitted it to herself even; Willow had a
major crush on the blonde slayer. 

She had finally found someone to excise her unrequited love for Xander
Harris. It was just too bad that her new obsession happened to be a.) a
girl, and b.) the chosen one- savior of the world- "Jeez, maybe just a
little out of my league?" she thought. And, oh yeah! Let's not forget
c.) totally in love with a 240 year old vampire! If there was an
opposite end to the spectrum of 'shy, innocent little girl Willow;' it
would be 'Big, bad, very not a girl, Vampire Angel.'

Now, she was to spend the night in the bed of said crush, hiding from
big, bad Angelus- Angel's evil twin. She was pretty sure she would get
no sleep tonight.

***

Buffy was having her own problems. Her body was acting weird. Like,
for instance, how when Will called her and told her what Angelus had
done, she had felt intense anger at the vampire formerly known as Angel.
But, the anger felt weird- it made her warm and sweaty. 

She had instantly invited Willow to stay the night with her- "To protect
her," she firmly told herself. See! There was that too- why did she
feel the need to justify having Willow come over? What possible other
response would there have been but to have her best friend come spend
the night in the face of this kind of threat?

Then, when Willow had gotten there she had immediately hugged the
frightened redhead- they always hugged; they were best friends! But
this time was somehow different. Willow had clung to her tightly, not
letting go for several minutes. Buffy had held her tightly to herself
and whispered a constant stream of reassurances in her ear, like "It'll
be alright now, I'm here Willow," and, "Shhh, Buffy'll make it all
better, I promise!" Neither of them had made any move to release one
another and Buffy found herself thinking how good Willow's hair smelled.
"Hello! Mortal danger here, what the heck are you sniffing hair for?"
her mind had raged.

When they had finally mutually let go of each other, Buffy had
immediately grabbed Willow's hand and led her upstairs, as though Willow
might have forgotten the way.

The weirdest thing is that Willow had made no comment; she hadn't even
raised an eyebrow at this strange need to be in physical contact.

Now she was lying in bed, with Willow cuddled up against her, and
running her fingers through the long auburn strands of Willow's hair,
lulling her to sleep. As she surrendered her self into Morpheus' arms,
she heard her self whisper, 'love ya, Will."

She missed Willow's barely whispered, "I love you, too."

*** 

Willow was having the best dream. She was sleeping in Buffy's arms,
safe and warm. She could actually smell Buffy's skin- the vanilla
scented body-wash that she liked to use combining with her own scent to
create an aroma that reminded Willow of the smell of freshly baked bread
and the taste of vanilla milkshakes. She could even feel the smooth
skin against her face as she rubbed against it. She was startled to
full wakefulness when the dream girl moaned and pulled her closer. 

Buffy woke at the same moment, finding herself clutching the warm,
sleepy redhead against her body, and smelling- once again- the sweet
strawberry scent of her silky hair, now tousled after a night's sleep.

Willow pushed slightly away, just enough to scoot up till they were eye
to eye. Then she smiled and said "Mmm, g'mornin."

Buffy couldn't help but return Willow, infectious smile. "Morning,
Will." Looking down, as if just now noticing their positions, she
added, "This is." She raised her eyebrows, trying to think of the right
word.

"Nice." Willow supplied without thinking. Suddenly she realized the
magnitude of her possible slip and began to babble, "Oh! Is it? Nice, I
mean? It's not badness is it? It's, uh. we, uh. I mean, it's."

Buffy smiled even wider at her friend's typical behavior. "Nice," she
interjected. Then crinkling her nose in thought, she said, "It's just.
we've never. It's not like we did anything wrong."

Willow jumped in to agree with that, "No! No wrongness here!"

Buffy rolled onto her back, away from Willow, and stretched her arms
above her head, arching he back. "Mmm! Too early to think. Brain
hurts. Need shower."

Willow's eyes dilated and her breathing sped up as she watched Buffy's
breasts push against the thin cotton of her tanktop. Her nipples were
hard and clearly visible through the white fabric. "Yeah. Shower."
Willow dumbly repeated.

Buffy rolled back over to see Willow with her eyes glazed over and her
mouth hanging open. "What's wrong Will?" she asked.

Willow snapped out of her trance and rolled onto her back, groaning at
her behavior. She felt an overwhelming urge to flee and hopped up out
of bed. "Shower! Yes, shower is good. Ok if I." she trailed off,
already half way out the door.

Buffy was baffled by her friend's strange behavior. "Sure Will. you go
ahead." she said in kind of a stunned voice.

Willow just had to be out of that room, right now. Before she
humiliated herself even more. "Ok, thanks Buff. I'll be quick!" she
tossed over her shoulder as she ran out of the room.

"Ok, now *that* was weird!" she thought.

***

"OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!" Willow thought as she rushed to the bathroom. She
could feel the heavy wetness in her panties and was embarrassed beyond
all belief. 

She quickly sat down on the lid of the toilet and buried her face in her
hands, leaning her elbows down on her knees as rocked back and forth.
"Oh God! Buffy caught me checking her out!" she raged. At the same
time she couldn't help but remember the sight of Buffy's lithe form
arching back like that. "Mmmm! Yummy Buffy goodness" She thought. 

Of course, she immediately chastised herself, "No! Bad Willow- there
will be no thoughts of Buffy's round, perfect, breasts, squished against
her shirt, nipples straining. Argh!" Obviously, Willow's brain was
refusing to cooperate with her- as was her traitorous body. She could
feel her sex, hot and thick with arousal, getting wetter and wetter
against as her rocking motion pressed against the hard plastic of her
seat. 

As soon as she realized what she was doing she jumped up to her feet.
Whimpering at the loss of friction. She looked down and noticed, to her
increased humiliation, that she had actually made a puddle of wetness on
the lid to the toilet seat. She gave out a strangled little yelp and
quickly tore off a handful of toilet paper and wiped the seat down, then
threw the paper in the trash. Changing her mind she pulled it out of
the trash and flipped up the lid, flushing the toilet paper down.

Crying tears of frustration, Willow stripped off her shirt and panties,
and stepped into the shower. She was mortified at the thought of what
she was about to do, but there was no way she could walk out of the
bathroom and see Buffy again in this condition. 

She would have to take care of it.

***

Buffy laid in bed for a little bit, trying to figure out what was up
with Willow. She had seemed fine, even with the weirdness of how they
woke up together- that event still not making her feel weird; the fact
of which was giving her major Wiggins.

She decided to try and forget about it. She leisurely rolled out of bed
and went to the hall closet to get a towel for Willow. She thought
nothing of walking into the bathroom while Willow was showering- how
many times had they showered together after gym class. How could this
be any different?

"Ok, so this is different," she thought as she stopped dead in her
tracks.

Through the clear glass of the shower door, Buffy could see Willow. She
was leaned back against the wall of the shower, her head thrown back and
eyes closed with a grimace of pleasure plastered on her face. She had
one leg up on the edge of the tub, and one hand rubbing her breasts
under the spray of the water- pinching and twisting her rosy nipples.
The other hand was vigorously, and noisily, pumping two fingers in and
out between the ever-so-pink lips, framed by a field of fine, red curls.
Her fingers were making a wet; sucking sound as she plunged them in and
out of her soaked sex. She was also making what Buffy thought were the
cutest little whimpering noises in between gasping breaths.

Buffy quietly turned and slipped out of the bathroom, not realizing that
she had dropped the towel on the sink. She found herself at the top of
the stairs, ready to run through the front door and out into the street.
In her tanktop and boxer shorts. 

She fought off the fight or flight response and made herself go back
into her room. She was blushing furiously, embarrassed for herself and
for Willow having been caught in the act. At the same time, she was
kind of confused at why the redhead would do that at Buffy's house. It
wasn't like Buffy hadn't done that herself, but she usually waited until
she got home- even after a heavy night of slaying when the urge was
almost overpowering.

Buffy couldn't get the image of Willow masturbating out of her mind.
The sounds she made- the sounds her fingers made as they slid in and out
of her. She had looked so passionate, so raw, so. sexy. 

"What the." she thought

When she heard the shower turn off and the door open, she realized that
she had left the towel behind.

"Oh, crap!" Buffy whispered

***

End part 1

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