Fic: Innermost Truth 3/4

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Hello again, here is the 3rd part to Innermost Truth. This chapter 
is pretty much about buffy working out her feelings, read on and 
you'll see what i mean. 

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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: Concentrated

Buffy swung her sword around vicariously while she wondered through 
the cemetery. She had been wandering for nearly and hour now with no 
sign of the demon that had caused her all the heartache that she was 
feeling right now. Stupid Demon. She violently stabbed at a plant, 
splitting it down the middle. Huffing, she stomped onto it as she 
walked through the garden bed.

Buffy: Here Demon, demon, demon. Come out come out where ever you 
are. 

She hated this waiting game. She knew that Giles had said that 90% 
of the slayer game was waiting but that didn't mean she had to like 
it. She scuffed her feet in the dirt and then sat down in a heap at 
the base of a headstone, an old grave, no need to worry about 
Vampires; she really didn't need that hassle right now. One stupid, 
big, ugly, cloaky demon with yellow sex mist was enough.

Buffy thought about the events leading up to her sitting in this 
grave yard, waiting for the demon to emerge so she could stab it 
through the heart. 

The Bronze. That was the first night, the first time that Willow had 
looked at me with lust filled eyes. First time Willow had 
acknowledged me as a sexual being. It seemed so real at the time, 
everything felt so right, so fitting. Having Willow in my arms, 
dancing with her, kissing her, it all seemed natural, like there was 
no place in the world but there for the two of us. Then as it all 
ended looking around the room I saw the others, I saw everyone, the 
same as us, touching, kissing, and loving each other. Then it hit 
me, a spell, it had to have been a spell. How unfair the revelation 
of that was. I had to leave; I couldn't let Willow see the fear, or 
more importantly the love in my eyes. I couldn't allow myself to be 
vulnerable. Not then. Not unless she felt the same way too. It was 
hopeless. Willow had Oz. Her first real boyfriend. But then she had 
cheated on Oz with Xander. But apparently that was years and years 
of pent up sexual energy, nothing much to do with not being in love 
with Oz and choosing Xander. But what about the happenings at the 
library? Surely the things that happened there you only do with a 
person you have feelings for? But it really meant nothing; there was 
that same bloody mist, the same thing over and over. All I want is 
for her to come to me willingly, for her to love me the same way I 
love her, need her. 

Buffy shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts that ate 
away at her. She knew she should be trying to look for that demon. 
She knew she had to kill it before she got too attached to this 
Willow that she had seen over the last two days. It wasn't her 
Willow to keep. It was a borrowed relationship. It wasn't even a 
relationship; it was sex, very nice, very sensual sex. Taking a deep 
breath, Buffy rose from the ground where she had been sitting and 
headed east in the cemetery, the last leg of it, to examine and see 
if there was a big, ugly, cloaky demon hiding there. 

As she passed the final tombstone and was just about ready to give 
up, she spotted him. He seemed to be alone, chanting over a yellow 
fire. Slowly she approached him; she noticed that he had a constant 
flow of yellow mist coming off him. Buffy wondered if it worked when 
there was no one else around. 

The Demon turned his head quickly when he heard her stand on a twig 
and snap it in half. She braced herself for a slinging match; she 
stood with her legs apart at the knees, standing ready to attack. 
The demon considered her, he eyed her up and down, taking note of 
her fighting stance, he rose to his feet. Slowly he extended his arm 
out in front of him, a small sign of peace. 

Demon: You have not yet learnt.
Buffy: Huh, you wanna chat, let me see, I don't think that's an 
option.

The demon's hand rose again, silencing her. 

Demon: You have not yet learnt. It's not about my power; it's about 
your love. It's easy, it's real and it's yours if you want it.

He again moved his hand, as if asking her to comment. Buffy gasped 
at the sensation. 

Buffy (gasping): What are you talking about? Are you trying not to 
get killed? I really need to kill you; I can't have you screwing 
with my life.

Again the demon silenced her.

Demon: It is my time to die. It is my time. You need to understand 
that's it your time to love. I am here to teach you that. You need 
to understand. You will see, I can say no more. Kill me now.

Still unable to talk, Buffy felt her hand being moved without her 
consent, seemingly floating in the air, raising her sword and then 
plunging it into the demon's heart. The sword slid in effortlessly, 
like a knife through butter, but once inside Buffy couldn't remove 
it; she pulled against the force that was holding it there. 

Demon: Learn.

With that said from his final gasp the demon disappeared in a small 
explosion, covering Buffy with a concentrated amount of yellow goo 
and demon parts, sending her flying backwards onto her butt.

Buffy: Great just great.

Slowly Buffy rose to her feet, trying to wipe the demon entrails and 
debris off her face and hands. She shook her head in disbelief; she 
really didn't have a clue as to what the demon was talking about. 
She figured that going and having another meeting with Giles might 
be appropriate. However, she also thought that maybe this was a more 
personal message, and she needed to figure out what it meant on her 
own. Unless Giles knew more than he was letting on in the Library 
earlier, but then she hadn't really let him finish. 

Buffy took a few wobbly steps then crashed back down at the edge of 
a grave, leaning against the headstone, trying to regain her 
balance. Something felt wrong, something felt very wrong. Buffy 
could feel an intense sensation within her body. A sexual sensation. 
It was unlike anything she had ever felt before; a desperate urge 
filled her body. All she could think about was release, a sexual 
release. She needed to orgasm harder and sooner then she had ever 
felt the need to before. 

Buffy tired to push herself up and out of the cemetery, she needed 
to get home, she had to get to her house before this feeling got the 
better of her. Her hand, perched upon the top of a headstone, gave 
out, causing her body to fall to the ground beneath her. Buffy 
gasped as the sensation of her bottom hitting the ground sent waves 
of pleasure through her. She began to writhe around on the ground, 
rubbing her bottom along the dirt, trying to suppress the urge to 
touch herself. 

Unknowingly Buffy's hand travelled down her body and began rubbing 
against the front of her pants. Buffy started to moan and sigh from 
the feelings of pleasure that were beginning to surge through her 
body. She gasped when she looked down and saw what her hand was 
doing. She was powerless to stop it however, there seemed to be some 
extremely strong sexual force controlling her. She couldn't fight 
the desire to orgasm. She could feel her own wetness through the 
fabric of her clothing, and she could smell the distinct scent of 
sex in the air. 

Groaning she rubbed her palm harder against her crotch, trying her 
best to suppress the urges inside her. She thought maybe if she gave 
in this once that they might cease and then leave her free to get 
home. 

Desperate to quell the thirst of her body, Buffy rubbed her hand 
along the outside seam of her jeans, in turn making the inside seam 
rub against her panties and clitoris. She rubbed faster and faster, 
searching for the release that would rid her of these sexual urges. 
She felt her orgasm hit her, strong, deep, seemingly coming from a 
place far away from consciousness. She groaned loudly at the sky 
while her body convulsed under the release. 

She removed her hand from her crotch, it was soaking, she lifted it 
to her nose and sniffed it. She didn't remember a time when she had 
been so sexually aroused; she could smell it in the air, on her 
hands, everywhere. It engulfed her senses. Buffy realised that she 
was not yet satisfied; she still had a deep ache through her core, 
wanting more, needed more. 

Slowly she rose to her feet and staggered along the path leading out 
of the cemetery. She kept engulfing large quantities of air, trying 
to clear her head of the sexual thoughts that were cramming her 
senses. 

She was staggering blindly, trying to find her way home, she needed 
to shower, to clean herself of her urges. She could barely see, her 
eyes were that clouded over with lust. She tripped over the root of 
a tree that was sticking out of the pavement. She landed on her 
stomach behind a very large bush. She crawled on her hands and 
knees, effectively hiding herself further behind the bush. Her eyes 
were half closed and she was making small moaning noises.

She was far from clear thinking, her body seemed to have a mind of 
its own. Her hands made quick work of unbuckling her belt and 
slipping inside her panties. She moaned louder as she covered her 
hand with her pussy juices. All she could smell in the air was 
herself, her own arousal. She felt intoxicated by it. She ran one 
finger up and down the opening to her pussy, feeling it become 
soaked. She was still in the need for a fast release, so she leaned 
back, lifting her hips off the ground a little and arching her back. 
She ran her finger up to her clit, and began stroking it in a 
gentle, fast paced manner. She ran her other hand through her hair; 
periodically bring it down to stroke her breasts through the 
material of her shirt. She kept her finger flicking over her clit, 
and then cried out loud as a jerky, shuddering orgasm flowed through 
her body. It wasn't enough though, she didn't want it to end, so she 
quickly inserted three of her fingers deep into her pussy, thrusting 
them in and out, while her other hand moved down and stroked her 
clit some more. Eventually her body convulsed one last time, 
rendering her exhausted.

She rolled over when she felt the sun on her face. Buffy was 
disoriented, she looked around for something she recognised, 
something to clue her in. finally she stood up, her whole body 
ached, and was covered in a disgusting crust, like she had been 
covered in jelly. She grabbed at her jeans as they started to fall 
when she stood up, she looked at them confused, why where they 
undone? Where the hell was she? What the hell had happened? 

Slowly the memories from the previous evening came back to her. She 
flushed an impressive red as people walking down the sidewalk gave 
her intense stares. Hurriedly she shook herself off and ran for her 
house. She hoped that she would get there before she saw someone she 
knew.

Success! She had made it home, now the only thing left to do would 
be to shower and remove all that disgusting crusty stuff. Slowly she 
made her way up the stairs to her bathroom. She removed all her 
clothing and hissed when she removed her panties; her crotch was a 
little tender after the ferocity that Buffy had attacked it the 
night before. Turning the water on, she looked at her body in the 
mirror before it started to cloud over with steam. She sighed as she 
got into the shower and felt the warm water ease away the aches and 
pains in her muscles. She reached for her soap and began to clean 
herself.

She sniffed the air. There was something there, something familiar, 
a look of fear and panic crossed her face. She remembered now, that 
demon, the sex one, it smelled like him. But it couldn't be, because 
she has killed him. Then it came to her, his goo, which was on her, 
she was re-awakening it, by wetting it. She began to panic as she 
felt her body begin to become aroused. Buffy leant against a wall in 
the shower, trying to regain her composure. The tiles felt lovely 
and cold against her back, cooling her warm, prickling skin. She 
sighed at the sensation and began to rub her back against the tiles. 
Buffy began to rub her hands over her front, resting them on her 
stomach, feeling herself breathing, panting in and out. She moved 
her hands up to her breasts and pressed her palm firmly against 
them. Her head rested against the wall of the shower, hair splayed 
everywhere. She let her hands run further down herself onto her 
thighs, bending a little at the waist to reach. Buffy softly ran her 
hand up the inside and let her finger trail along the outside edges 
of her pussy. She moaned at the feeling and then quickly turned and 
shut the water off, suddenly desperate to make herself come.

Buffy made her way to get her towel, her body panting and shuddering 
from her desire. She wrapped her towel around herself, she was sure 
if it was possible to see sexual energy, there would be sparks of 
electricity coming off her body whenever she or something else 
touched it. She needed sex, and she needed sex badly. She decided 
that the best thing to do would be to use her vibrator. It was of a 
largish size and was a shiny purple colour. She loved it. She made 
her way to her bed, her pussy getting wetter by the second, fuelled 
by anticipation and the way that sex demon made her feel. Once she 
was at her bed, she just sat on the edge, she placed her vibrator on 
the pillow next to her, and then she slowly brought her fingers to 
her mouth and gently sucked on each one in turn. She chose two from 
her left hand and covered them with saliva.

She ran her wet fingers all over her body, leaving a shiny trail 
behind them. The two wettest ones she brought to her pussy and used 
to stroke her clit. She leant her head back with pleasure. She 
manoeuvred her legs so that she was lying on her back, her head on 
her pillow. She took hold of her vibrator with her hand that wasn't 
busy, making sure that she didn't stop the movements of her other 
one. With the flick of her wrist she turned her vibrator on and 
rested it against one of her nipples. She moaned out loud and 
pressed it down harder. She felt shivers flow through her body, from 
her nipple down her stomach ending at her clit and pussy, making 
them throb with need and desire.

She trailed her vibrator to the other nipple, repeating the process 
and then carried it further to down through the middle of her body. 
She ran it up and down there a few times enjoying the speed of the 
vibrations that her machine was making. She moved it down further 
still and traced it around the outside of her thighs, then in a 
circle around to the middle. She brought it close to her pussy, but 
didn't actually let it touch, however she was so incredibly wet that 
she could feel her juices run down her leg, onto the vibrator and 
then onto her hand. She dropped her vibrator onto the bed between 
her legs and brought her fingers to her mouth, she had an intense 
urge to taste herself, and she needed to know. Slowly she sucked 
each finger clean and then gently licked her palm, he eyes rolled 
back into her head with ecstasy. After that she was desperate to 
come and to come now.

Buffy groped around wildly for the vibrator lost between her legs, 
her fingers grazed on her pussy a few times, and she moaned in 
response. Finally she found what she was looking for and let out a 
little cheer. She turned it to the highest setting and then pressed 
it hard and firm against her clit. Instantly all the muscles in her 
body contracted and pulsed. She pressed down harder, and then she 
slid the vibrator inside her pussy, hard and fast, letting the base 
of it still rest against her clit. She began to alternate that, 
pussy, clit, pussy, clit. Her whole hand was covered in her juices 
and she was bucking wildly on the bed, moaning out loud.

She caught herself screaming Willow's name, it was an instinct, like 
that was the only name on her mind, the only person that filler her 
thoughts. In her delirium like state she realised what that demon 
had been meaning, it was time she, Buffy, let go of being afraid and 
let Willow know her true feelings, she needed her now more than 
ever, she knew she loved her.

Buffy felt the muscles inside her pussy begin to clench and tremble. 
She pushed her vibrator in as deep as it would go, and rested the 
base of it as hard onto her clit as she could stand, then she 
concentrated on the feeling, blindly calling Willow's name, making 
claims of love and gripping the sheets, bed head and her own breasts 
wildly with her other hand. Finally she came; all she could see were 
stars before her eyes, that was how tightly she had held them 
closed. 

Sighing, she removed the vibrator, still covered with her scent and 
juices, carefully dropping it to the floor. She rolled over so that 
she could get one of her bed covers to hide her naked flesh and 
promptly fell asleep. It was a deep sleep, the sleep of dreams. 
Buffy was sated physically, now all she needed to do was fulfil 
herself mentally.

End Part 3

To be continued.....