Fic: Red Skies at Morning (part 2/?) 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)

Spoilers: up to Season Two: Passions (though this is a bit AU)

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 also isn?t kinky (though it hint?s at it), but
you know me! It?s virtually guaranteed to get there eventually!

AU Warning: suffice it to say that Oz never made a significant
(romantic) impact on Willow?s life (You?ll see why in this part).

***

Part 2

Willow stepped out of the shower and realized that, in her haste to
escape Buffy, she had forgotten to get a? She noticed the object of her
thoughts sitting on the counter next to the sink.

Willow panicked. Her mind was whirling with the image of Buffy coming
into the bathroom just in time to see her with her hand stuffed up in
side her self. She knew that she had been unable to keep herself from
moaning Buffy?s name as she came, ?Oh, God! What if she heard me?

Willow?s adrenal glands really let go at that moment, flooding her body
with adrenaline. She began to hyperventilate, as her mind filled with
thoughts of Buffy looking at her with disgust, of Buffy telling her to
get out and never come back, Buffy screaming ?I hate you!? 

Willow?s eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out.

***

Buffy?s self flagellation came to an abrupt halt as she heard a loud
thump come from the bathroom.

?Willow?? she asked hesitantly. Then louder when there was no response,
and even her slayer hearing couldn?t detect any sounds emanating from
the bathroom, ?Will? Are you alright??

She walked out of her room and knocked on the restroom door. ?Willow,
come on, you?re scaring me?? She opened the door expecting to see
Willow, wrapped in the towel and maybe looking embarrassed, or trying to
hide. When she saw her passed out on the floor- stark naked, she
gasped, ?Ohmygod! Willow.?

Kneeling down to the prone girl, Buffy noticed her chest was rising and
falling, so she was breathing at least. Buffy took her hand and gave it
a gentle squeeze, asking once again, ?Willow? You ok? Can you hear
me??

She continued to watch, her eyes going back and forth between looking a
her best friend?s face and watching the gentle rise and fall of her
chest.

Suddenly Willow?s breathing quickened and she began to mumble and thrash
her head around.  

Buffy tried to make out the words, as she called her name and tried to
wake the redhead.

?No! please! I?m sorry? I didn?t mean? no, don?t hate me, I love you!
Buffy!?

Willow sat up and her eyes flew open as she shouted the slayer?s name.

Buffy, not taking the time to analyze what she heard, just answered,
?I?m right here, Will! I?ve got you.?

Willow noticed where she was, and in what state of dress she wasn?t and
tried to cover herself with her free hand. Buffy still held one hand of
hers. ?Buffy! Why am I sitting on the floor? naked??

Buffy helped the furiously blushing redhead to her feet and let her go
to turn around and pick up the towel. She handed Willow the towel
behind her back, not wanting to further embarrass the girl, while she
explained, ?I heard a thump and you didn?t call when I answered, so I
came in and found you unconscious on the floor.?

As she spoke, Buffy glanced sideways at the mirror, noticing what a
lovely body Willow had underneath those baggy clothes she always wore.
The flat stomach; the slender, round thighs tapering down toward her
knees after which they swelled slightly into graceful calves? These
things she had noticed on Halloween when Willow had dressed sexy to
impress Xander, which, of course had failed when Willow chickened out
and put on that stupid ghost costume.

Now she noticed that those thighs rose into a shapely derrière. That
flat stomach rose above a sparse carpet of closely trimmed red curls and
led up to a pair of small, but perfectly shaped breasts, whose coral
pink nipples were heavily effected by the cold air of the bathroom after
the warm shower.

Buffy shook her head and blushed powerfully when she realized she had
just been checking out her best friend?s body! ?God, inappropriate
much?? she shouted at herself. It wasn?t the first time she had seen
Willow naked for Pete?s sake! Somehow, though, it was different this
time.

Willow dried off perfunctorily and wrapped the towel around her. She
grabbed her stuff, mumbling, ?Ok, your turn now,? And generally tried to
get the hell out of there.

Buffy spun around and asked, ?Are you sure you?re ok, Willow? You were
unconscious.?

Willow could hear the concern in Buffy?s voice and she felt even more
terrible; humiliation upon mortification, now add regret for worrying
Buffy. She stopped, turned to the slayer and tried to evoke a genuine
smile as she said, ?I?m sure, Buffy. I just must have slipped and fell.
I?ve had worse bumps on patrol. I?ll be fine.? Seeing disbelief on her
friend?s face, she added, ?Seriously, just a bump on the head. I?ll be
ok. You go ahead and shower and I?ll get dressed, and we?ll walk to
school. Ok??

Buffy didn?t buy it, but couldn?t think of any argument that would be
useful, so she just said, ?Ok, Will.? Something compelled her to
verbalize her thoughts at that moment, and she put her hand on Willow?s
bare shoulder, stroking down her arm as she added, ?It just kills me to
see you hurt, or in pain. I couldn?t do any of this without you.?

Willow?s smile warmed into a truly genuine one, and the words. ?I love
you, Buffy? were right on the tip of her tongue, straining to come out.
All she could do to keep them in, was to say nothing at all. She just
gave Buffy her smile, a nod, and then walked out of the room.

?Ok, where the heck did that come from?? Buffy wondered. Not that it
was in any way untrue, she knew she could never make it without her
Willow. ?My Willow? Possessive, much??

Buffy turned and prepared for her shower. Her thought turned back to
Willow?s self-pleasure. She couldn?t get it out of her mind. ?I wonder
who she was thinking of?? she trailed off as she got into the shower and
let the hot water cascade over her.

***

Willow managed to hold it together the rest of the morning. Buffy
didn?t mention anything about her ?activities? in the shower, so Willow
hoped that meant that Buffy hadn?t been there for any of it. Beyond
looking at the bump on Willow?s head from when she ?slipped and fell?
she didn?t mention that either. Willow decided that it would be best if
she just pretended those things had never happened.

Unfortunately for Buffy, those two events were all she could think
about. The whole way to school, all she could do was replay seeing
Willow in the shower, and checking her out in the mirror. Over and
Over. ?Who was she talking about when she was coming to?? Buffy
wondered. ?God, I hope she?s still not obsessing about Xander,? she
thought. She had seemed to be over any romantic feelings for their
?Xander-shaped friend? after the disastrous events of the love-spell
gone wrong. Buffy still had flashbacks of almost taking that raincoat
off in front of him. While she appreciated (and was frankly surprised
by) his restraint, she was still uncomfortable with the whole thing.

?She must have been thinking about that Oz boy she brought to the
birthday party,? she decided. Out loud she asked, ?So, how?s the whole
you and Oz thing going?? She tried to remain nonchalant, but it was
somewhat strained.

?Over.? Willow answered curtly.

Of course it wasn?t in Buffy to allow such a concise answer to stand
unchallenged! ?Whadaya mean, Over??

Willow sighed, she was unhappy that Oz seemed to have abandoned her, but
she was really only using him anyway. He was someone who was at least
marginally interested in her, and she was hurt and angry at Xander and
trying to deny her feelings for the slayer, so she turned to Oz. ?Over
as in he took off- disappeared.?

Buffy was taken aback by that, ?Where did he go??

Willow shook her head, ?I don?t know. I guess he was more freaked by
the Hellmouth stuff than he let on. He acted weird after your birthday
party. He almost stopped talking to me at all after the judge, and then
on the third night of the wolf-moon, he ran away from me in the library.
I went to his house, but he was gone.?

Buffy remembered that night. The night she was just a little too late
to stop that a-hole hunter from killing the werewolf.  

Willow could see the guilt in Buffy?s eyes at the memory of that night.
She stopped walking and grabbed Buffy?s arm, ?Hey! We?ve been through
this! It?s not your fault that jerk shot the werewolf! Besides, we
don?t know what kind of person the wolf was anyway. Maybe he knew
exactly what he was doing, and let the wolf run free on purpose. Either
way, no other people got hurt, and? and you just have to accept it that
you can?t be everywhere at once. You may be the slayer, but you?re not
superwoman!?

Startled by the redhead?s vehemence, Buffy snapped out of her
fugue-state. She grinned sheepishly at her best friend and said,
?Sorry, Will. I know you?re right, but I still feel guilty sometimes.?

Willow gave the blonde a mock-glare and said, ?Yeah? Well, if you don?t
cut it out, I?m gonna put you over my knee!?

Buffy?s eyes widened in surprise and she said, ?Willow! Dominatrix
much?? Leaning in close to the redhead and lowering her voice, as
though speaking in-confidence, she asked, ?Is there something you need
to tell me??

Willow blushed fiercely, picturing just such a scene, and feeling a wave
of arousal ripple through her. She ducked her head in embarrassment-
worried that the slayer might see the open lust in her eyes at the
thought of her hand smacking against the slayers bare bottom- watching
her supple flesh quiver and redden in response. ?Jeez! If I keep this
up, I?m gonna need to take care of myself again before we get to class!?

Buffy mistook Willow?s blush and duck for a reaction to her teasing,
rather than having the faintest idea that she was seriously imagining
such an event. She giggled at Willow and threw her arm around the
girl, starting to walk again. ?Come on, ?Mistress Willow,? we?ve got to
get to class lest we face the wrath of Snyder!?

Buffy missed entirely the quiet gasp her friend made at being addressed
as Mistress Willow.

***

They managed to make it all the way to the school without any more
discussion of the morning?s events? until Xander caught up with them.

Xander came running up behind them and put his arms around them,
insinuating himself between them as they climbed the steps up to the
school.

Willow?s feelings as Xander sought to get close to Buffy were ones of
jealousy. However, this time she was jealous about Buffy instead of
Xander.

Xander said, ?Well, good morning ladies, and what did you two do last
night??

Willow blushed just a bit at memories of this morning, but said, ?We had
kind of a pajama party sleepover with weapons thing." 

Xander responded, only half joking ?Oh. And I don't suppose either of
you had the presence of mind to locate a camera to capture the moment!?
He was surprised when Buffy began to blush fiercely.

Wanting to escape, Willow said, ?I have to go, I have a class to teach
in about five minutes and I have to arrive early to glare at the
stragglers.? She took off without even noticing that Jenny Calendar was
coming across the lawn, negating her need to teach the class that
morning.

She managed to put the events of that morning behind her and spend the
rest of the day interacting with Buffy and Xander as she always had.

Every time Buffy looked at Willow for the rest of the day, her mind
recalled the image of Willow naked in the mirror, or Willow naked in the
shower. Buffy spent the day trying to forget the image of Willow in the
shower moaning in ecstasy as she pleasured herself.  

***

Later that night, Willow and Buffy had cast the uninvite spell on
Cordelia?s car, and Willow?s house. After finding another gift from
Angelus- this time a drawing of Buffy?s sleeping mom- in Willow?s room,
Buffy and Willow raced to Buffy?s house.  

Relieved to find that Joyce wasn?t home from work yet, they were just
finishing the uninvite spell when Buffy?s mom came running into the
house nervously escaping a smirking Angel.  

That smirk disappeared when he ran into the newly placed barrier.
?Sorry Angel, changed the locks,? Buffy said as she closed the door on
him. When she turned around her face fell as she saw the look her
mother was shooting at her. She looked to Willow for a rescue and saw
compassion there, but no solution.

Willow felt sorry for Buffy as she watched her follow her mom up the
stairs. She was pretty sure that Buffy?s mom was going to have some
serious questions for her.

While Willow was waiting, Giles stopped by and asked about how the
ritual had gone.

Willow said ?The ritual went fine until Angel showed up and told Buffy?s
mom that he and Buffy had, well, you know? that they had You Know??
Suddenly the thought struck her that maybe Giles didn?t already know and
she nervously asked, ?you do know, Right??

Giles assured her that he was aware of the situation, and offered to
intervene on Buffy?s behalf.

Not wanting to come right out and tell him that that was a dumb idea,
Willow asked him, ?Like, what would?ja say?? 

She then opened the door for him to leave as he sputtered. ?I?ll tell
Buffy you came by,? she told him. She really wanted to be upstairs
supporting her friend, but how could she possibly intervene in such a
confrontation with Buffy and her mom? Especially when, if her dreams
ever came true, there would be an even greater confrontation about
Buffy?s relationship with her.

Willow tried to imagine what Buffy?s mom would say to the thought of her
daughter dating another girl. She shivered to think what her parents
would say- first she nails crucifixes to the doors and windows, then she
starts dating a girl. ?They would disown me!? she thought with
heartfelt fear.  

She knew that she would gladly risk alienating her parents- if Buffy
would ever love her like she loved the slayer.

***

A couple hours later Willow and Buffy were hanging out in the kitchen,
recounting Buffy and her mom?s conversation. ?I can?t believe, she
didn?t wig out!? Willow said.

?Oh there was wig, there was definite wig involved,? Buffy answered.
?But, nothing terminal, I think.?

Willow was about to say something when the phone rang.

Buffy went to answer the phone. Willow heard her say, ?Hi Giles,? then
she didn?t say anything for a minute.  

Willow went to her and took the phone before she dropped it. ?Hello??
she said, wondering what could have upset Buffy so.

When Giles told her what happened, she felt her heart break. For him,
for Buffy and for herself. She loved Ms. Calender, and the thought of
what Angel had done? She began to cry, ?No! No!?

Buffy was crouching where she had slid down the wall, enveloped in a
haze of pain and shame. Jenny was dead, and it was her fault. When
Willow began to cry out in horrified dismay, she snapped out of her
misery and leapt up to her best friend in all the world. She wrapped
Willow in her arms as the sensitive girl began to cry her eyes out.

***

Willow was in a daze after the phone call. She remembered going to
Giles? place only to find him gone- he?d gone after Angel. She couldn?t
believe Xander would be so insensitive like that. She knew he was
angry, but didn?t he see how much Buffy was hurting over this? She was
obviously blaming herself, and it seemed like Xander was blaming her
too. ?This isn?t Buffy?s fault!? she shouted in her mind even as Buffy
calmly agreed with Xander.

?There?s just one problem with Giles? little revenge scheme,? Buffy
said.

?What?s that?? Xander asked coldly.

?It?s going to get him killed.?

No one spoke for several moments.

Finally Buffy took charge, saying ?Cordelia. Please take Xander and
Willow home, I?m going to go make sure Giles doesn?t get dead.?

Willow sprinted to the door, grabbing Buffy?s arm and turning her
around, ?Buffy..?

?I have to, Will.? Buffy said, trying to dissuade the redhead from
stopping her.

?I know. Just?? Willow?s voice broke. Her eyes started to tear up,
?Just? Don?t die!?

Buffy almost cried herself at the pain in Willow?s gaze. ?I won?t.
Promise!?

Willow sniffled and tried to compose herself. ?Better not! Or I?ll
kick your ass!?

?Willow!? Buffy whispered, shocked.  

Willow hugged Buffy briefly and said, ?If you need to? after? If you
don?t want to be alone?? she averted her gaze, not wanting to seem too
desperate- though the truth was she badly needed to offer comfort to,
and take comfort in Buffy that night.

Buffy did shed a tear at that, ?Thank you, Willow? she said with deep
sincerity.

Willow let her go and walked over to the confused Xander and Cordelia,
saying, ?Ok, let?s go.?

As Buffy ran out of the apartment, she heard Willow answering Xander?s
?What was that all about?? with, ?You know, She blames herself for this
more than she?ll ever let us know, Xander. You?re not helping any??

?I love you Willow,? Buffy thought as she ran toward the factory.
?You?re the best friend I could ever imagine.?

***

Willow was sitting in exactly the same place she had been for the two
hours since she had been dropped off by Cordelia and Xander- in her
chair, at the door to her balcony. Not actually out on the balcony, she
didn?t want to tempt fate if Angelus should escape Buffy and come
looking for a little entertainment.

She couldn?t stop her mind from spinning in circles. She was worried
about Buffy. She was in love with Buffy. She wanted to do things with
Buffy that she had never imagined before. Those three ideas wound their
way through her head until she was dizzy.

She couldn?t get out of her mind that comment Buffy had made this
morning about Mistress Willow. She couldn?t get out of her head the
image that was conjured up when she herself had threatened to spank the
slayer. She had never thought that way before; sure she had seen
pictures- hello? Net-girl here! Can?t spend a third of your life
surfing the net and not see the odd sexy site or ten. Curiosity was
much more powerful than guilt.  

She remembered the first time she had seen some of the more graphic
pictures. She had been such an innocent then. She still blushed at the
memory of how guilty and aroused she was. Then even more guilt and
still more arousal when she noticed that she was just as turned on by
the lesbian pictures as she was the hetero stuff. It wasn?t long before
Willow had figured out how to relieve the pressure such viewing material
caused in her. She had almost managed to stop feeling guilty about
looking at erotic pictures and mpegs. That she always had her most
powerful orgasms when she was watching the lesbian stuff was a fact she
refused to dwell on.  

She found one site that was done by a pair of lesbian lovers and
consisted solely of their interaction. One of them was clearly a
natural redhead, and the other was a bottle blond. She had bookmarked
that one in her favorite places folder.  

?I suppose it?s natural that I would be attracted to Buffy,? she
thought. After all, wouldn?t anyone who liked girls like Buffy? Not
just for her obvious physical attributes, but the fact that she was such
a dynamic and charismatic person- she literally saved the world! The
Whole World! Not many could make that kind of claim. Who else fought
against demons and vampires every night with no reward of any kind?
Sure she might be a little self-centered now and then, but who wasn?t?
?Cordelia thinks the world revolves around her, and what has she ever
done for anyone?? Willow thought huffily.  

She did have to admit, albeit grudgingly, that Cordy was nicer to hang
around with since she and Xander started dating. She rarely attacked or
made fun of Willow anymore. Still, not someone she took great joy in
spending time with.

Willow?s mental ramblings came to an abrupt halt as she saw the slayer
making her way across the yard towards Willow?s balcony. Her heart
leapt in her chest and her face broke out into a smile. When Buffy got
to her door, Willow?s smile faded. She looked terrible; well, she
looked beautiful- just like always- but the pain was radiating out of
her eyes.

Willow stood up and threw open the door and Buffy collapsed into her
arms. ?Oh, God! Not Giles?? Willow cried.

Buffy shook her head, causing her hair to brush back and forth against
Willow?s neck- causing the dual sensation of pleasure and guilt for
feeling pleasure at such an inappropriate time.

?Giles is ok?? Willow asked, seeking reassurance.

?He?s alive. He didn?t get beat up too badly?? Buffy trailed off.

?But?? Willow prompted, sensing there was definitely more.

Buffy broke down, her body shaking with great wracking sobs, ?He?s not
ok!? Buffy clung to the redhead as though she were a life-preserver
preventing the blonde from drowning. ?Oh God Willow! Jenny?s dead and
it?s my fault.?

Willow didn?t try to contradict her friend, instinctively knowing that
Buffy needed to get this off of her chest. She just rocked her gently
back and forth and let her cry.

?They were just getting back together? and that?s my fault too! I was
so mad at her and I acted like such a bitch! Blaming her for Angel
loosing his soul, when that?s my fault too.?

Willow couldn?t let that one go unchallenged. She pulled back and
grasped Buffy by the shoulders, shaking her a little as she firmly said,
?Stop it! You didn?t know! You couldn?t have known, there was no way
you could have ever imagined that could happen, so don?t you dare take
responsibility for that!?

Buffy clearly couldn?t accept that. ?I should have known somehow!? At
Willow?s scowl she whined, ?It feels like I should have known, Willow.
It all feels like it?s my fault.? Sniffling loudly, she couldn?t meet
Willow?s eyes as she whimpered, ?You should hate me.?

Willow was aghast at that. ?What!? How could I hate you, Buffy?
You?re my?? she was about to say ?you?re my everything,? but managed to
censor herself just in the nick of time.

Trying a different tack, Willow dropped her hands from Buffy?s shoulders
and looked the slayer in the eyes. ?Do you hate me for Moloch?? At
Buffy?s wide gaze of surprise she continued on, ?I released him into the
internet! Me! I became obsessed with him to the point of ignoring you
and Xander. I ignored your concerns- I accused you?? she trailed off,
the buried pain from those events rising up inside her. ?I felt
responsible for Dave and Fritz! Remember? But you told me I couldn?t
have done any thing differently- that I couldn?t have possibly known
that would happen- remember??

Buffy nodded her head slowly, remembering exactly how she had consoled
the crying redhead, assuring her it wasn?t her fault.

Willow pulled out the big guns- guilt. ?Sometimes you have to fight
fire with fire,? she thought. ?Was that a lie Buffy?? ignoring the
slayers attempt to speak she pressed on, ?Cause, if this stuff is your
fault, then that means I have to take responsibility for Fritz and Dave.
It means their blood is on my hands.? Pausing, she could smell the
victory in the air. ?So, tell me Buffy. Tell me how this is all your
fault.?

Buffy, caught between a rock and a hard place, sat silent for a moment,
absorbing Willow?s words. Finally, giving Willow a wan smile, she
answered, ?You fight dirty, you know that Will??

Willow smiled and nodded sharply one time, ?Darn tootin! And, don?t you
forget it!?

Buffy?s smile became strained and she said, ?I still feel horrible
though.?

Willow wrapped Buffy tight in her arms once again- trying to ignore how
good Buffy?s lithe body felt pressed against her own- trying not to
imagine them in the same position, sans clothing. Resisting mightily
the urge to kiss her pouting, tearstained lips, she said, ?Of course you
do, Buffy. People you love are being hurt and killed. Of course you
feel horrible. I do too. Plus there?s the whole, ?my boyfriend is an
evil sadistic murder? thing.?

Buffy pulled away and sat down on Willow?s bed, shaking her head. ?No,
not my boyfriend. Angel?s dead. I have to move on.?

Willow gasped, ?You dusted him??

Buffy shook her head again, ?No, Angelus got away. But I will dust
him.? Buffy dropped back onto the bed, sighing heavily. ?It?s time I
faced facts. Angel died that night.? Shooting Willow a look, seeing
the rebuke on her face she hastened to add, ?The gypsies killed him with
that stupid curse. Sure as they gave him his soul to torment him, they
took it away too.? 

Willow nodded once in agreement. At least Buffy was making an effort to
let blame lay where it should.

Buffy sighed dramatically again, ?Even if we could re-curse him??

Willow sat down next to Buffy, saying, ?What??

Buffy grimaced, as though she couldn?t believe she was about to say this
either, ?I wouldn?t.? At Willow?s incredulous look she explained,
?Angel is dead. His soul is finally at peace- it never did any of those
things that the demon is responsible for. I can?t believe his soul
would be held accountable for them. If we brought him back he would
just suffer even more torment and pain. He?s in a better place.?  

Willow sadly smiled, ?You really loved him,? she said quietly.

Buffy said, ?Sometimes love isn?t enough.?

Willow was shocked and her jaw dropped, ?Wha???

Buffy smiled at the redhead?s consternation. ?I did love him. But it
wouldn?t have lasted. Us, I mean. A part of me will always belong to
angel.?

Willow unintentionally blurted out, ?Yeah, your cherry.? Willow was
shocked at herself and slapped her hands to her mouth hard enough to
hurt.

Buffy?s eyes goggled at the supposedly-shy little hacker. ?Willow! You
kiss your mother with that mouth??

Willow?s eyes pleaded for forgiveness as she stuttered, ?I- I- I
didn?t??

Buffy couldn?t help bursting into giggles at the look of sheer
mortification on Willow?s face. The giggles became outright belly
laughs and she was thankful that Willow?s parents were on another of
their frequent trips away from town as she would surely have woken them
up.

Willow was just thankful that Buffy didn?t slap her face for that one.
God knows she deserved it. ?I can?t believe I said that!? she moanedin
embarrassment.

Buffy finally calmed down after several minutes. The cathartic effect
of the laughter was better than any crying jag could ever have been.
However, as a result she was terribly sleepy.

?Oh, Willow, You should have seen your face!?

Willow glared at the slayer, but couldn?t be too upset, given her slip.
Plus, she was glad to see a genuine smile on the girl?s face. Her own
humiliation was a small price to pay for that.  

Seeing the exhaustion on the slayer?s face, she told Buffy, ?You can
borrow one of my sleeping shirts, but you are staying right here tonight
young lady!?

Buffy threw a mock salute and said, ?Yes Ma?am!? adding with a mock
leer, ?Ooo, I like it when you get all commanding on me!?

Willow blushed, her former thoughts coming to mind once again. ?Ok, I?m
going to get ready for bed! I suggest you do the same, missy!? she said
as she walked out of the bedroom toward the bathroom, escaping another
round of teasing.

***

Buffy woke up to a most pleasurable sensation. A warm hand was under
her shirt, caressing her breasts. She arched her back, pressing into
the touch, and whimpered as she felt a second hand stroking it?s way
down her belly toward the top of her panties. She heard a husky
whisper, ?Oh God, what you do to me! Oh yeah, just like that??  

Buffy?s eyes snapped open as she recognized that voice and remembered
where she was? and who she was with! She saw Willow was still sleeping
and thought, ?Oh God! She?s dreaming. Willow?s having a sex dream about
someone, and thinks I?m part of her dream!? Buffy was about to wake
Willow up before things got sticky- and if that hand made it into her
panties, it was going to get really sticky- literally.

The words were on the tip of her tongue when Willow spoke again-
rendering the slayer speechless, ?Oh God, I love you Buffy!?

Buffy was so shocked that she didn?t notice as Willow?s questing fingers
made it inside of her panties and stroked her now-wet lips. She let
loose an involuntary groan at the sensation of someone else?s hands
stimulating her in ways only she had ever done. Through slitted eyes
Buffy noticed Willow grin and hear her whisper sexily, ?Mmm you?re so
wet, Buffy. Is that for me? Did I make you that wet??

Buffy felt embarrassment and arousal competing for dominance inside her.
She shouldn?t let this happen, Willow didn?t know what she was doing!
On the other hand, it was clearly Buffy that Willow was dreaming of?

Willow plunged two fingers inside her and began rubbing her clit with
her thumb; tilting the balance decidedly in the favor of arousal.

Buffy cried tears of shame as her traitorous body pressed into Willow?s
caress. It was only a minute or two before Buffy buried her face in her
pillow and screamed in ecstasy as the illicit orgasm rolled over her.

Buffy?s muffled scream woke Willow up. She came out of the most erotic
dream to find herself living it out- one hand was full of slayer-breast,
and the other? ?Oh God!? she whispered.

***

End part 2

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Ok, just in case;

A) no I don?t hate Oz. I just hate that he destroyed Willow the way he
did. So, though I actually liked him, he must pay with his life.

B) actually, there is no B. I couldn?t predict what other angry
emotions I might have evoked with this one, so I will just have to
respond as I go.

 

 

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