Fic: Innermost Truth 1/4

["angel_v7" <angel_v7@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Ok, So this is my best friends first attempt at a buffy/willow fic, 
she wrote it just for me, (she is a buffy/spike shipper, go figure) 
but here it is, if you want more, please reply and let me know.

Written by Belle_Joy

Rating: M15+

Pairings: Buffy and Willow

Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing, especially the characters in 
this story. I'm merely borrowing them for the pure pleasure of 
messing with their lives.  

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Title: The Bronze

Buffy danced wildly around the floor of The Bronze. It had been 
weeks, no months since she had been able to let loose. Not worry 
about demons, monsters and vampires. She didn't have to worry about 
Dawn. She didn't have to worry about her Scooby friends. All she had 
to worry about was her, and she loved every minute of it. She 
twirled around, not minding if she bumped into the people 
surrounding her. She grooved and jigged tried her best to keep in 
time with the rhythm of the band. It was a great night, Buffy felt 
so alive.

The song ended and the band decided to take a break before starting 
the second half of the evening. Buffy also decided to take a short 
break. She slowly made her way over to the bar, this time being 
extra careful not to bump into people. That was alright on the dance 
floor, but not at the bar. Buffy giggled to herself at the "rules" 
of behaviour at The Bronze. When she finally reached the bar, Buffy 
ordered a tall glass of water, she wanted to have all her faculties 
about her so she could enjoy tonight as much as possible. She sat at 
the nearest table and scanned the crowd while she slowly drank her 
water.

It was good seeing Buffy enjoying herself; it had been a long time 
since that had been the case. She watched Buffy crash into people as 
she danced, she watched Buffy try not to crash into people as she 
walked. It was a very humorous change. Finally Buffy had settled 
with a glass of water and watched the crowd. Slowly she made her way 
to Buffy's table. She sat down without alerting the Slayer. Then she 
spoke.

Willow: Hey Buff, how's things?

Buffy looked up in surprise. She hadn't even heard Willow sit down. 
She silently chastised herself that was no way for a slayer to 
behave.

Buffy: Hey Will! I'm fine, just here doing some dancing, nothing to 
kill you see? not even Dawn.

Willow eyed her curiously.

Buffy: She's at a friends place. Buffy's big night off.

Willow: Oh! Well that makes a lot more sense. Enjoying yourself then?

Buffy: I am on one level yeah. It's nice not to have to always be 
watching your back. But then of course, people sneak up on you.

Buffy nods her head in Willow's direction indicating that it was her 
that she was inferring.

Willow (Giggling nervously): Yeah, sorry about that. I kinda did 
expect you to notice me. So other then dancing what else have you 
been up to?

Buffy: Honestly, nothing. I slay, I watch, I work. But I'm not 
complaining. This is Buffy's big night off remember? Why don't you 
come and dance with me?

Buffy held out her hand for Willow to take hold of. Then led her to 
the dance floor. The two of them began the ritual bumping and 
grinding. Knocking into people, knocking into each other. It was all 
extremely high energy. They were so engrossed in the dancing that 
they didn't see the large cloak covered demon walk into The Bronze. 
He slowly walked his way around the dance floor, a yellow mist of 
smoke following behind him. He didn't touch anyone. Didn't disturb 
anyone. He just slowly walked through the dance floor and then 
exited out a side door.

Willow looked around, trying to peer through her misty surroundings. 
She thought she had seen a demon, or felt a demon, something to do 
with a demon. But she couldn't see one anywhere. This mist was 
beginning to annoy her though. She knew that bars were often smoky, 
from well, cigarettes and such. But this mist was different; it was 
yellow in colour for a start. She decided to ask Buffy if she 
noticed anything strange.

Buffy was twirling around endlessly when she felt Willow's hand on 
her shoulder. She lifted her own up to place it on top. She turned 
around to face Willow. She stood back and peered through the haze at 
her. Willow seemed to be extremely attractive to her right now. Her 
wonderful auburn hair and her pale, creamy skin. She was wearing a 
pair of jeans with ribbon embroidery, a green peasant top and only 
the slightest hint of makeup. She really was a natural beauty.

Buffy must have been staring a bit too long because her gaze was 
meet with a "What's up?" from Willow. Buffy let go of the hold she 
had on Willow's hand and took a step closer to her friend.  

Willow could sense that something was wrong with Buffy. She kept 
looking at her like she was drunk. Which Willow knew she wasn't. She 
inhaled deeply, confused as to what was going on. Then she felt it 
too, the yellow mist entering her lungs, invading her body, taking 
over her senses. She felt it right to the core of her being. She too 
began to get the all too uneasy feeling of being drunk. She looked 
back at Buffy through hazy eyes. It was her turn to be fascinated by 
the way she looked. All dressed in leather. Leather pants, leather 
jacket, form fitting t-shirt. It was an incredible sight. Willow 
gulped. She shouldn't be having these thoughts. It was wrong. But it 
seemed so right, so very very right.

Buffy reached her hand out for Willow's again, this time inviting 
her to come closer. The band changed its song from a dance number to 
a slow one. Buffy pulled Willow in close and rested her hands on her 
friends back. She felt Willow holding her breath and gently rubbed 
her hands along her spine, trying to encourage her to relax. It 
seemed to work, she felt her friend relax in her arms, nestle her 
head into the Slayers neck. The two swayed together peacefully. Glad 
to be able to hold each other. Enjoying the closeness. 

The couple danced as closely as they could, rubbing their bodies 
ever so softly against each other. They nuzzled into the other's 
necks, buffy laying slow kisses down Willow's neck and throat. 
Willow shuddering at the sensation. She in return rubbed her hands 
lightly up and down Buffy's back, slowly making her way underneath 
the jacket. The two sighed deeply, almost in unison as they held 
each other. 

Unbeknown to the pair of girls slow dancing together, the entire 
crowd at The Bronze was also pairing up. Each pair was copying Buffy 
and Willow's movements exactly. The whole room full of mirror 
images. People were groping and snuggling, the room was alive with 
sexual energy. If it made a sound it would have crackled.

Buffy reached her hand up and began stroking the back of Willow's 
head. Running her fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. 
Willow sighed in Buffy's arms, this Slayer had very skilful hands, 
strength added with softness and sexuality. The feeling of her best 
friend running her hands through her hair and over the back of her 
neck made her sigh with content. She in turn ran her hands up and 
down Buffy's sides, gently letting her thumb caress her hips and 
lightly tug at the belt loops on her leather pants. Willow tried to 
ease her thumb to the inside of Buffy's trousers, loosening them as 
she went.

Buffy pushed her pelvis toward Willow as she felt her hands and 
fingers caress her waist and sides. She tilted Willow's head back 
while keeping her hand entwined in her auburn hair. Buffy softly 
kissed down Willow's neck, paying special attention to the area 
under the chin. As she did that their breasts met. Each rubbing 
against the others involuntarily as their bodies still swayed gently 
to the music. Buffy could feel her nipples harden at the sensation 
of her best friends breasts against hers. She continued her kissing 
down the centre of Willow's neck. To her chest, in between her 
breasts. She heard a moan escape Willow's mouth and continued her 
path, letting her mouth venture to the side and gently rub against a 
clothing covered nipple.

Willow gasped as she felt Buffy's mouth on her breast. She wanted 
more, so much more. She placed one of her hands firmly on Buffy's 
butt squeezed it gently, but firmly pushing Buffy's pelvis further 
against her own. Her other hand she placed in the centre of Buffy's 
chest. Gradually dragging it along to either side. Moulding the 
breasts between her hands. Feeling the hard nipples against her 
palm. They were holding each other extremely tight, propping 
themselves up with the other. They continued to slowly grind against 
each other to the music. Both of them inhaling sharp breaths at each 
touch.

Willow moaned slightly as she felt Buffy pull away from her. She 
stood herself upright and tired to find Buffy's face through the 
mist. When she saw her, Buffy looked intoxicated, drunk, wanting 
Willow badly. She could see it in her eyes. She seemed to be asking 
Willow a question with those eyes. She wanted to know if she could 
go further. Willow desperately wanted it to be so. In a "yes" 
response she leaned forward and took Buffy's face in her hands. She 
brought her lips to meet her own and slowly, sweetly kissed her. 
Buffy parted her lips ever so slightly so that Willow could slip her 
tongue in. Buffy wanted to feel Willow, in every sense. She ran her 
hands all over her while they kissed. Lips together, tongues 
wrestling in a game of excitement.

Once again, Buffy pulled back and leaving her hand resting on Willow 
stomach she slowly traced her around until she was standing behind 
her best friend. Buffy leant forward and swept Willow's hair out of 
the way of her neck, once again she began kissing and licking it. 
She also slowly nibbled on her earlobe, feeling Willow shudder 
beneath her touch excited her. The hand that Buffy had on Willow's 
stomach began to trace circles and slowly moving the material of her 
shirt away from her body so that she could touch her creamy white 
skin. Buffy's other hand firmly around Willow's waist for support, 
as Willow was going limp under Buffy's touch and leaning against her.

Buffy's hand found its way to one of Willow's small breasts; she 
carefully moved the delicate lace of the bra aside and cupped the 
mound of flesh in her hand. She felt the hard nipple graze against 
the palm of her hand and slowly she gravitated toward it, pinching 
it between her fingers, rolling it softly. She heard Willow moan and 
began kissing and licking on her neck with more passion. Buffy 
reaffirmed her stance on the ground and leant Willow against her so 
her other hand could be free to explore.

Once free her fingers began to trace the outline of Willow's jeans. 
She traced around the belt loops, down the zipper and along the 
crotch seem. Willow gasped as Buffy caressed the inside of her 
thigh, she squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to feel every 
touch, every sensation. She leaned further back into Buffy's arms, 
urging her to continue, to kiss her, touch her, and make her come. 

Willow felt Buffy's hand gradually begin to unzip her jeans. In 
response she leaned her hand back and ran it up the inside of 
Buffy's thigh. She tried to feel Buffy's wetness through her leather 
pants. She could feel nothing, but the leather was too tight for 
Willow to successfully get her hand in to touch. Zipper or no 
zipper. She was just about to stop when Buffy whispered in her 
ear "Keep going, I can feel that". Willow smiled; this was going to 
work after all. She intensified the movement of her hand, 
concentrating it to Buffy's clitoral area. She wanted to make Buffy 
fell how much Willow was enjoying this experience. Just then Willow 
felt Buffy's warm skin touching her very own pussy.

Drawing in a deep breath, Willow pushed her pelvis into Buffy's 
hand, silently pleading with her to continue. Buffy manoeuvred her 
fingers so that they parted the lips to Willow's pussy with ease, 
then she expertly ran one finger along the outside one while another 
one of her fingers plunged itself into her hot, wet, welcoming 
snatch. Again Willow gasped loudly, not really expecting such an 
event. Then she began to welcome it, as Buffy moved her finger in 
and out with ease. Willow moved her pelvis and the hand on Buffy's 
crotch in time with the rhythm that her friend was creating. Willow 
was sighing loudly and making lots of moaning noises, she was in 
certain heaven. She had one of Buffy's hands lovingly stroking her 
breasts and nipples, while her other hand was delving in to the dark 
depths of Willow's cunt, while she herself was rubbing and grinding 
her hand against her friends clitoris through her leather pants. It 
was extremely erotic.

Buffy could feel the strength of Willow's hand as it pushed it way 
against her pelvis, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her own 
body. She could feel her orgasm rising in herself, brought on by the 
sensual touches from Willow, the fact that her breasts kept rubbing 
up and down Willow's back, and the thought of what her own skilful 
hands were doing to her best friend. She felt Willow begin to buck 
and moan and decided that she wanted to make her come, hard?now.

Willow spread her legs a little more as she felt Buffy's fingers 
changing positions on her pussy. She felt when Buffy also removed 
her hand from Willow's breast, replacing it on her crotch within 
seconds. Buffy moved the hand in Willow's jeans so the it was simply 
being used as 2 fingers pounding in and out of her wet, soaking 
pussy, while her other hand was to concentrate on her best friend's 
clit. She moved her finger slowly up and down on the small nub of 
flesh, feeling it grow harder. She moved her finger faster, hearing 
her friend moan and feeling her rub harder against her own crotch. 
She began flicking her finger across the clit at lightening speed, 
but ever so gently, while still maintaining that same rhythm with 
her other hand moving in and out of Willow's pussy.

Buffy could tell that her own orgasm was only a few minutes away, so 
she drastically changed the pace for her own hand inside Willow. She 
felt Willow's muscles begin to tighten and contract, indicating the 
beginning of the orgasm. Buffy let herself fall into her own. 
Pressing her breasts harder against her lovers back she felt her own 
muscles contracting and then she heard herself screaming with 
pleasure. She concentrated as much as she could on finishing Willow, 
so she gently pinched at her clit, making her moan and buck against 
Buffy's hand. Then Buffy plunged her fingers deeply into Willow's 
hot, wet pussy feeling it tightly contract around her as Willow also 
came. She screamed out Buffy's name and then they collapsed on the 
floor. Exhausted.

Slowly the pair turned and looked at each other. The room was still 
misty, although not as misty as it had once been. Willow waved her 
hands in front of her face. Trying to get the mist to dissipate 
enough so that she could see her best friend's expression closely. 
When it cleared enough to see Willow peered closely at Buffy's face. 
Trying to read her expression. There seemed to be a look of shock. 
That much Willow could understand, but there was more, 
disappointment. Willow couldn't understand it.

She knew this was unprecedented but surely there had been a reason 
for this experience. It probably wasn't love, but surely there had 
to be something there. Didn't Buffy want her? Why did she act the 
way she had? Was it all a misunderstanding? She tried to edge closer 
to Buffy, to comfort her friend that was so obviously confused and 
upset. But when Buffy looked up and saw Willow's face jumped up and 
ran out of the room, leaving Willow in a dishevelled mess on the 
floor. Willow put her head in her hands, wondering what this all 
meant. Why had that just happened? And strangely why was this scene 
playing itself over and over with other couples on the dance floor? 
Willow and the Slayer had obviously missed something. 

Willow decided there was more to this than she had realised. A 
spell, she thought it might be a spell, which would at least explain 
the weirdness. She needed to do some research; something about this 
had to make sense.

End of Part 1