Cutting Clothes, 1/1, NC-17

["Shannon" <willows_gal_15@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Okay new fic! Yay me! I took a break from Deterioration for a while, 
because I think Cas' writer's block is contagious. :P

I didn't have a disclaimer written up for this one (Bad Shannon!) So 
Joss own's 'em, blah blah. Very NC-17. Feedback? Yes! Words 
within "//" and "//" indicate song lyrics. Words between ' and ' 
indicate thoughts. Oh, the song "My Neck, My back" isn't mine either, 
I borrowed it from Khia. :P

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When Willow walked through the door to her and Buffy's dorm, the door 
slammed and she turned around sharply, wincing. She looked down and 
the huge gash over her stomach. From within the darkness, she heard a 
gasp. 'Oh no,' she thought. 'Buffy's still awake.'

"Willow, what happened? Was it a demon, a vampire? I swear to god 
I'll maim them, I'll murder them, painfully and slowly, using every 
torture method I know, they messed with *my* Willow!" Buffy was 
ranting frantically, nearing hysteria.

"Buffy, it's okay. It was a dog." Willow smiled a little at her 
friend, despite the pain that was racing through her body. She saw 
Buffy let go of a huge breath, and sink back down onto the bed, only 
to jump back up again. "Have you been to a hospital; I mean that 
could get infected, you could get an infection! Oh God, are you 
alright Wills? It looks awful, are you going to be okay?" By this 
point, Buffy had tears streaming diown her face.

Willow saw the desparation in Buffy's face and felt a jolt of 
something go through her. "Whoa," she whispered to herself. 

"What?" Buffy looked up in panic. Willow got any ramble-y thoughts 
out of Buffy's head. "No, no, nothings wrong. I just, um, I felt 
something." Willow blushed, so very glad that it was pitch-black in 
the room. "What," Buffy whispered. "What did you feel...?"

"Umm... it was like, um, a jolt. Of electricity or something." Willow 
gulped. "Me too. I felt it too." Buffy admitted. She shook her head. 
What the hell was she saying? Willow was hurt, she needed a 
hospital! "Wills, we need to take you to a hospital." Willow started 
to protest, but Buffy interrupted her. "I don't care what you think, 
it could get infected. Now, we're gonna get you changed, and then 
we're gonna go to the hospital." She knew that made absolutely no 
sense, why get two items of clothing all bloody, but that wasn't the 
point. The point was... well, she wasn't entirely sure of that the 
point was yet, but it would come to her.

Willow gulped. Buffy wanted to get her naked. Well, as long as the 
light stayed--

Click.

--off. Willow sighed. 'Great,' she thought, as the bright light 
flooded the room, and nearly blinded her in the process. 'Just 
great.' Buffy walked back over to her, and began to remove Willow's 
top. She squirmed in protest, and Buffy looked at her quizzically. 
Willow racked her brain for a good excuse. "Ummm... it hurts." She 
said lamely. Buffy tried to think of a way to get Willow's top 
off. "Wills, is this your absolute favourite shirt?" Willow 
thought. "No, actually, I don't even really like it." Buffy grinned, 
and in a flash had ran over to the bedside table, grabbed a pair of 
scissors, and was carefully cutting the material around Willow's 
wound. Willow squealed, and grabbed what was left of her top to her 
chest. "Buffy, what are you doing?!" Buffy looked up at her from her 
kneeling position. "Wills, a doctor with cold hands would be doing 
this anyway, wouldn't you rather me do it?" Buffy reached up and 
clasped Willow's hand in her own and gently brought them down to her 
sides. Buffy stood up and took one of her hands out of Willow, 
leaving her just holding on hand. She lead Willow over to her 
bed. "Will, lay down. It'll be more comfy." Willow looked at her 
uncertainly, but did as she was instructed. She trusted Buffy with 
her life. Literally.

Buffy retrieved her her scissors and began cutting away at the 
material, taking a note of how flushed Willow's skin was. She cut 
neatly along the seams on Willow's left side, making Willow 
giggle. "What?" Buffy asked with a smile on her face. "Oh, nothing, 
I'm just a little ticklish." Buffy stored that information for future 
use, and continued cutting. When she finished with the seam on the 
left hand side, she started on the right. When she reached the top of 
Willow's spaghetti strap top, she cut the two straps, and gently 
began to peel the top layer of Willow's clothing off.

Willow had begun to breathe very rapidly. Once Buffy had rid Willow 
of her top, she inspected her wound. "Will, this looks really bad." 
Willow glanced at her, still breathing heavily. "Well, yeah Buff. See 
above: hospital." Buffy giggled. "Oh, yeah. Hospital... right." By 
this time she was staring into Willow's beautiful green eyes, all 
thought of hospital packing up and moving right out of her mind. 
Willow reached up and wiped a tear away from Buffy's cheek that 
hadn't quite dried up from earlier. "Buffy... I--" Buffy silenced her 
with a kiss, a kiss that was doing strange things to the lower parts 
of Willow's body. When Buffy broke the kiss, Willow said what she was 
going to say before. "Well, I was going to say I'm cold... but, um, 
that situation seems to have cleared up quite nicely." Buffy looked 
appreciatively over Willow's figure, which was quickly being covered 
with a red blush. "Will... I- I've never taken the time... to just 
look. May I?" Willow took a gulp, and nodded. She was afraid of how 
high-pitched her voice may have been if she opened her mouth.

Buffy took in the sight before her. The slight curve of Willow's 
breasts, sloping upwards to meet the peak of each nipple. As her eyes 
trailed over the top half of Willow's body, Buffy's hands began to 
trek down to the waistband of her button-down jeans, and began to 
carefully ease the first button out of its hole. She finished with 
that, and started on the second. Willow brought her hands down from 
above her head, and grasped Buffy's arms. "Buffy... I can't. You 
won't... you'll regret it." Buffy stared at her, as if she'd lost her 
mind.

"Will... How could you ever think that? I... I can't think of 
anything to say to that, except that it's ridiculous! How could you 
think anyone wouldn't want you?" Willow squirmed, as she relived her 
last experience with sex, or lack thereof.

***FLASHBACK***

"Sorry if I was weird yesterday... with you and Veruca." Oz had 
looked a bit uncomfortable. "I didn't notice anything." He'd shrugged 
and backed up a few steps. Willow walked towards him as he walked 
backward. "Really? 'Cause I felt all spazzy." He'd kept walking 
backwards, and she'd continued to walk closer, not getting the 
hint. "No." She'd been confused, but kept talking. "Oh. Good. So, it 
was just me. Worrying for nothing again. Me and my busy head... 
always thinking, thinking, thinking." 

"Well, now you can stop. Everything's fine." He'd been short with 
her. He was always stoic, but never short with her."Maybe you could 
help me... to stop. I'd really, really appreciate anything you could 
do." She'd begun to untuck his shirt and lift it up, but he'd stopped 
her. "What? What's wrong?" He'd made up a lame apology. "You don't 
want to?" She'd never felt so hurt. He'd never turned her down for 
anything, especially not sex. From that point on, she'd felt 
inadequate. Like nobody would ever want her, and if they did, they'd 
be disappointed afterwards.

***END FLASHBACK***

She'd recounted the experience to Buffy, and Buffy had been 
listening intently, growing more and more furious at Oz on the 
inside. How dare he make Willow feel that way? "Will, I'd never, 
ever, in a million years be disappointed in you, or what you have to 
offer, or regret anything about you. Never. Umm... can I continue?" 
Willow took a breath, then nodded. Buffy undid the second button, 
followed by the third, fourth and fifth. On the fifth and final 
button, she tugged on the belt loops, and Willow raised her hips in 
order for Buffy to pull them off of her. She crawled back up to 
Willow's face, and kissed her in a fashion that would prove to be the 
best kiss Willow had ever recieved. 

"Will." 

Kiss.

"Do you want,"

Kiss.

"...to do this?"

Big, long, tongue kiss. "Oh, yes." Buffy accepted this answer, and 
travelled back down Willow's body, carefully avoiding her very 
painful gash. She never for a second thought it mught get infected. 
Excuses, excuses.

She began slow; she'd never done this before. She wanted to be good. 
She pulled Willow's pink panties down and off her legs, and dropped 
them onto the floor beside her. She realised something and stood up. 
Willow started to protest, but closed her mouth very quickly as she 
watched Buffy disrobe. After that was out of the way, she laid back 
down on her stomach between Willow's thighs.

She parted the folds of Willow's pussy with her thumb and forefinger. 
She'd never seen one of these up close before, not even her own. She 
wasn't much for mirrors. Thoough that may have to change now. She 
tentatively stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth, and dragged 
it up from just below Willow's opening, and up to just touch the 
sensitive bundle of nerves that rested about an inch and a half 
higher. Judging from the light gasp, she guessed she had just touched 
what she thought she had. She left that alone for a little while, and 
moved even further downward. Willow moaned at the loss of contact, 
and Buffy placed tin kisses, down the inside of her left thigh. "God, 
I love you," she murmured between kisses. She returned back to nestle 
her head between Willow's legs, and knowing that it would definately 
make an impression, and a good one at that, she latched her mouth 
onto Willow's clit, and began to massage it with her tongue. She 
reached up and slid a finger into Willow, and pushed it in and out. 
She added a second, and a third, as Willow bucked her hips beneath 
the blonde's ministrations. Willow felt something build up inside of 
her, something she'd never felt before. 

"Oh my... God, B-Buffy... I..."

She held completely still for a split second, and then it happened. 
The wave of her orgasm rushed through her, and Willow swore she was 
about to black out. Buffy pulled her fingers out, but continued to 
lick around the wetness of Willow's pussy as she rode out her orgasm. 
Once Willow's movements had ben lessened, Buffy crawled up Willow's 
body, and laid in the crook of her shoulder. She craned her neck and 
gave Willow a kiss on the cheek. As she turned her head back 
around,Willow tilted her chin back around and captured her mouth in 
the most intense kiss since the last one that had happened, oh, 
around 20 minutes ago. "That was the most intense... y'know..." She 
blushed, "That I've ever, ever felt."

"Me? I did that?" Buffy squeaked. Willow grinned, and poked the tip 
of her tongue out from behind her teeth. "Yes, you sexy Slayer. Now, 
can I..." She indciated that she wanted to do to Buffy, what Buffy 
had just given her. Buffy had an ear-to-ear grin on her face and just 
nodded at the question. Willow winced a little as she bent in the 
middle in order to --ahem-- go down Buffy's body, but nothing too 
major.

She got down to the juncture between Buffy's legs, and noticed 
something that she hadn't before. "Uhh, Buffy?" 

"Yeah, Wills?" Buffy crooked her head up from the pillow she was 
resting on. "How come you don't have, uhhh...." Willow trailed off, 
not really sure how to finish the question. "Ohh! Well, I don't like 
hair all that much.... so, yeah." A thought occured to her. "You 
don't like it?" Willow broke into babble-mode. "Ohh, I like, I very 
like! Just didn't expect it, is all. Not that I think you don't do 
anything down there, 'cause duh, who doesn't! Well, I don't, not by 
myself anyways, and boy, am I making a fool of myself!" Buffy laid on 
the bed patiently, with a slight grin on her face and waited for her 
Willow to finish. She loved it when Willow got into babble-mode. 

"Not at all." Buffy smiled. Willow breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, 
well... lie back." She wasn't entirely sure how to go about, so she 
just tried to repeat what Buffy did, only with a slight twist. She 
plunged her tongue as far as she could into Buffy's pussy, and Buffy 
let out a squeal that could've woken the dead.

Knock on wood.

As Willow continued to twirl her tounge around inside of Buffy, she 
reached over onto the floor and switched on the radio. A rather 
interesting song came on. Willow tried to giggle, and 
murmered, "Aworpri-it!" Buffy used every Slayer muscle in hear body 
to move her head up, and spurt out a question. "Huhh?" Willow removed 
her tongue, and repeated it what she said. "Appropriate."She smirked, 
then before Buffy could think, she licked the full length of the 
inner part of Buffy's pussy, as the song continued to play.

//All you ladies pop your pussy like this,
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss.

All you ladies pop your pussy like this,
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss.

Just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, now!//

Willow brought one finger up to stroke Buffy's clit, as she watched 
her face for reactions. The look on her face showed pleasure, it 
showed pure happiness. Willow inwardly chuckled to herself. 'Good 
thing she's not Angel.'

//Lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should,
Right now, lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should.//

She shook her head free of such disturbing guy-thoughts, and replaced 
her finger with her mouth; suckling on Buffy's nerve center with all 
she had.

//My neck, my back, lick my puss, and my crack,
My neck, my back, lick my puss, and my crack,
My neck, my back, lick my puss, and my crack,
My neck, my back, lick my puss, and my crack,
My neck, my back, lick my puss, and my crack.//

She ran her tongue up and down continuously, feeling Buffy's hips 
buck with Willow's rhythmical tongue movements.

//First you gotta put your neck into it,
Don't stop just do it, do it,
Then you roll your tongue,
>From the crack, back to the front.//

She went back to focus on Buffy's clit, teasing it with her tongue, 
then rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, while all the time 
sliding a couple fingers in and out of her warm center.

//Then you suck it all till I shake and cum,
Nigga, make sure I keep bustin nuts, 
Nigga, all over your face and stuff, 
Slow head show me so much love.//

True to the song, she felt Buffy begin to shake beneath her, and only 
quickened her pace, remembering how good it felt when Buffy did it. 
As she felt the wave come through her, Buffy gripped the sheet on the 
side of the bed, and bit her lip to keep from screaming. She jerked a 
few times, and Willow licked her the moist part of Buffy clean, then 
crawled back up the bed. Buffy looked to each side and saw that the 
sheets were ripped. She put on her best little girl face, and turned 
to Willow.

"Oops."