My fic...

["willowy_slayer" <willowy_slayer@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Heyy guys,

Okay, I'm Shannon, and this is one of my very first fics, so, um, 
please don't hurt me if and when it sucks. :D

It hasn't been beta'd or anything either, so bear with me :D

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Disclaimer: They're not mine? one day they will be? uhhh? they belong 
to Joss & Co.
Rating: Umm, NC-17, just to be safe. It's as explicit as I could get 
without blushing at the computer.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy, all the way, baby!
Notes: It's one of my first fics, be nice, R&R!
Distribution: Anywhere you want, just ask me first and credit me :)

I Kinda Love You

Willow Rosenberg was staring out of the window, bored to tears. Her 
best friend, Buffy, was out fighting demony-type things. 'Keeping the 
rest of the world safe and comfy,' Willow thought, 'but my comfyness 
is totally overlooked!' Her own thoughts pulled her bottom lip into a 
pout. She sighed and turned away from the window, then collapsed into 
a heap of limbs on Buffy's bed. "Buuuuffy..." She called out, to 
nobody in particular. Apart from the ceiling. She frowned when she 
heard no answer. Typical, Willow's thoughts came back to her, 'Just 
when I need ... comforting ... there's no-one here to give it to me!' 
She giggled at her choice of words. Give it to me. Fairly accurate 
for the feelings she was experiencing. 'For my best friend. For 
Buffy. Buf-fy.Buffy, who is my best friend. Buffy, who fights demons, 
occasions loves them, always likes guys, has an exceptionally well-
rounded ass...' Willow's thoughts stopped abruptly when she realised 
exactly where her thoughts were taking her. 'Bad Willow!' She 
mentally admonished herself, 'Just because Buffy's really...REALLY 
hot, and despite the fact of how much I always lose myself in those 
big, brown eyes of hers, it's no excuse to be thinking naughty 
thoughts.'

Unbeknownst to Willow, while she had been babbling to herself in her 
mind, her right hand had begun it's own little journey. A journey 
that had taken her thumb and forefinger beneath her yellow "Campus 
Queen" t-shirt to fondle one of her nipples absentmindedly, whilst 
her left hand had taken quite a liking to resting on her pelvis, 
beneath the waistband of her red jeans. When she realised exactly 
where both of her hands were, and what their destination plans would 
have been like if she hadn't stopped fantasizing; she sat up rigidly 
straight, removed her treacherous hands and flushed a deep crimson as 
Buffy burst through the door. 

"Willow!" She said, frantically, "Are you okay?" 

"Um, yeah Buff, I'm fine..." She looked at her best friend 
quizzically, and walked over to stand in front of her. "Why?" 

Buffy stopped for a bit to catch her breath. "Well, I don't know, 
exactly. I just had this ... feeling that you needed me, so I came as 
quick as I could." Willow became, if it was possible, even redder 
than she was before. 

"Uh, well, uh, no, I-I'm fine!" Buffy gave her a look. 

"Will. I know when you're hiding things from me," She took Willow's 
hands and led them both over to Willow's bed and sat down. "So sit, 
and tell me." 

Willow sat. 

"Really, Buffy, there's nothing to tell." Willow grinned, trying to 
convince her that nothing was wrong. 

"Well," Buffy started, "I just don't believe that." She said in a 
teasing voice.

Willow gave Buffy her resolve face. "Nope!" She said, then grinned.

Buffy sighed. She knew this was a fight that she wasn't going to win. 
She could fight demons and vampires and come off on top, but if she 
tried to win a fight with Willow, it never happened. 

"Okay, well, if you 'decide' that there is something wrong you'll 
tell me, right?" Willow nodded. "Of course, Buffy, you're my best 
friend." Buffy's face broke into a big grin, then hugged her. 

"Okay," She yawned, "I'm going to bed now, I'm beat." She stood up 
and walked over to her own bed and began to change into her 
pyjamas. 'God, look at her,' Willow thought, as she watched Buffy 
change. 'Everything she's been through... and yet... her skin is 
still so pure and perfect.' She shook herself out of her thoughts as 
Buffy climbed into bed wearing only a white tank top and pink 
underwear. 

"I'm gonna stay up a little longer and, uh, read." Willow called over 
to Buffy. 

"Mmmkay Wills.." Buffy drawled, already falling into sleepy 
dreams. "'Nite." She mumbled. 

Willow sighed, and began to strip down to her underwear, then decided 
to remove her bra and panties as well. As she climbed into her own 
bed, and under the covers, she began thinking about Buffy again. 'I'm 
gonna stay up a little longer and, uh, read?? The hell was I 
thinking?' Willow groaned inwardly. 'I might as well have said, 'No, 
Buffy, I won't be touching myself while thinking about you, no 
siree!'' Willow allowed her hand to travel down under the blankets, 
to stroke her thighs. She used her other hand to manipulate her 
nipples, rolling them between her fingers, until they resembled 
little peaks. Two fingers of her first hand dipped into her already 
wet centre. She used her thumb to rub her ever-sensitive clit softly, 
but enough to make her shut her eyes and gasp in delight. 

"Will?" Buffy mumbled as she awoke, still a little sleepy, "Will, is 
that you?" Willow was too engrossed in her self-pleasure to realize 
that Buffy had awoken. 

"Mmm... Buffy..." Willow murmured as she continued stroking herself. 

Buffy sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and casted her glance over 
to her best friends bed. Buffy sat on her bed, mouth agape, at the 
display happening across the room. Willow was sprawled across her 
bed, her blanket pushed down to just past her navel. She was 
obviously naked, and... masturbating. She had to admit, she'd always 
had feelings for Willow... but none like the ones she was 
experiencing now. Lust. Want. Need. She got up quietly and crept over 
to Willow's bed and knelt down next to it. "Will," she 
whispered, "Are you awake?" 

Willow froze. She was caught. 

'Maybe if I pretend I'm asleep,' she thought, 'she'll just go back to 
bed.' "Will," Buffy repeated, "I know you're awake. I saw you... 
uh... moving." Willow let out a squeak, then opened one eye to look 
at Buffy sheepishly. 

"Um... hey Buffy," she said weakly, then glanced down. She quickly 
brought the blankets up and over her exposed chest. "Did I, um, wake 
you?" She managed to squeak out, from her reddened face. 

"Nah, not really... I'm not tired anymore," Buffy said 
suggestively, "And I kinda heard you say my name... moan my name..." 
Willow hid her face under the blankets. 

"Oh Goddd...," came the muffled reply. 

"Hey, hey," Buffy said, "Get out from under there... that's my job." 
Willow poked her head out of her blanket to give Buffy a surprised 
look, just in time to see her duck her head under the covers at the 
other end of the bed. She felt Buffy's hands run up her long, sleek 
legs, and then felt her head rest between them. 

"Buffy, what are you-- ohhh!" Willow let out a surprised squeal, as 
she felt Buffy's tongue penetrate her soft pussy, retract itself, 
then flick lightly over her clit. "Bu... urgh.. ffy! What... how... 
why... what-are-you-doing?" Willow tried to speak from beneath 
Buffy's ministrations. Buffy's head appeared out of the same end of 
the bed that Willow's head was residing, and kissed her full on the 
lips. Massaging her tongue to Willow's, Buffy kissed Willow in a way 
that elicited a chain of long moans from Willow's welcoming and 
willing mouth. 

When Buffy finally broke off the kiss, she left Willow gasping for 
breath. "Will... if you don't know what I'm doing, you're not as 
smart as we all think you are." She grinned devilishly, and headed 
back downtown. 

"Foreplay, Buff," she gasped, "Look into it!"

As Buffy's head disappeared back beneath the covers, all thoughts of 
foreplay shot straight from her mind. Willow swore she heard Xander's 
voice, but told herself she was imagining things. A few seconds 
later, as Willow was arching her back and jutting her hips against 
Buffy's suspiciously talented tongue, their dorm room door opened and 
Xander entered, and turned his back as he shut the door. 

"Buffy, Willow, sorry to burst in all unannounced but I just had to 
get away from An--" Xander's jaw dropped when he turned around to see 
his best friend of life obviously receiving some kind of oral 
pleasure from the girl he used to have an enormous crush on. Willow's 
face flushed as she scrambled under the covers to hide her face. 

Buffy noticed that she was getting a friend under the covers with 
her. "Will, what're you doin'?" Willow tried to find her voice her 
voice. 

"Xander... right... in... room... now!" 

Buffy didn't quite understand. 

"Um, Will? English please?" She took a deep breath, then tried again. 

"Xander's in the room!" She said in a forced whisper. Buffy froze, 
then ducked her head out and hung over the foot-end of Willow's bed. 

"Hey Xan," she said nervously, "How's it going?" She forced a smile, 
then scampered up to the other end of the bed to sit with Willow, 
one, for comfort, and two, so Xander didn't look so upside-down. He 
swallowed, the tried to comprehend what he had just seen. 

"Are you two... I mean, are you... together?" He managed to get out. 
The girls looked at each other, then Buffy decided to speak up. 

"Well, uh, not officially... I mean this only happened tonight." 
Xander nodded. "Well, uh, I'm gonna go back to Anya. 'Cause God knows 
this is better than, uh, butting in! Bye!"

Willow groaned in embarrassment and hid her face under the blankets 
after Xander had bolted out, careful to shut the door behind 
him. "Buffyyyy!" She whined. "This is all your fault!" Buffy blinked.

"My fault? I'm not the one who was moaning my best friend's name 
while receiving pleasure from myself!" 

Willow reddened. "That's not the issue. You didn't have to, um..." 
She indicated to a place beneath the sheets.

Buffy grinned. "Yeah. Like you didn't enjoy it." She teased. Before 
Willow could respond, Buffy had her hand under the blanket, and 
covered Wilow's mouth with hers. Willow moaned into the kiss, clearly 
enjoying herself, and Buffy's fingers snaked around to their 
destination. Buffy slipped two fingers inside of Willow, and then 
added a third as she began massaging Willow's clit with her thumb, 
never breaking the kiss. Willow let out a groan that indicated that 
she was close, then climaxed with a cry of Buffy's name. Buffy broke 
the kiss, then laid on her back next to her best friend.

"You know what, Wills?" Buffy said quietly. "Mmm?"

"I kinda love you."

Even thought she was tired to the bone, Willow's face broke into a 
huge grin. "I kinda love you too." Buffy pulled Willow over near her 
into her arms, and held her tightly, never wanting to let go.