FIC: Fanfic? (1/2) NC-17

["Red Willow" <reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Fanfic?
Author: Red Willow
Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant 
Enemy, and all them other peeps. I'm just using them to make my own fun. 
Girl/Girl lovin' ahead. You no like, you no read.
Pairing: B/W
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Buffy finds out about Willow's nifty new fanfic hobby, and gets a 
few ideas of her own. There's really no plot, why kid myself. Smut 
ensues... hold on tight!
Notes: thanks to theBear for letting me see something a little clearer, and 
to mudrat for the great inspiration and encouraging me to meet my smut 
quota.
Feedback? oh yes please!

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Buffy closed the door behind her and laid her keys on the small table on the 
foyer, immediately hearing Willow?s laughter from the dining room. Turning, 
Buffy saw her girlfriend hunched over the silver laptop, enthralled by 
whatever it was that she was looking at.

?Hey Will, watcha doin???

Willow?s head shot up, a wide grin plastered across her face.

?Oh? Buffy, hi.? She fumbled with the mouse, trying to close the screen.

Slayer speed outdid Willow?s nervousness every time however and Buffy was 
behind Willow before the witch could think eep!

?What are you doing?? Buffy asked glancing between the redhead and the 
screen.

She was more interested in Willow than what was actually on the screen, but 
teasing her long time lover was always so much fun.

?Nothing.? Willow tried to close her laptop, while looking at Buffy at the 
same time, trying to keep eye contact.
?I don?t believe you,? the Slayer teased.

She knelt down beside Willow and ran her finger down the ridge of the 
redhead?s nose. She glanced at the screen, seeing nothing but text. 
Somehow she knew it wasn?t demon research though.

?Were you looking at porn?? She teased further.

Willow?s entire face brightened with embarrassment. Buffy grinned, not 
really believing that that was what Willow had actually been doing. Just 
the mention of porn often made Willow blush and Buffy reveled in the 
torture, knowing Willow?s true colors would come out during their 
lovemaking.

?N-no!? Willow shook her head against the question, her eyes darting toward 
the screen.

Buffy caught the look Willow sent the machine and had a sneaking suspicion 
that she might have actually been correct, even though she hadn?t meant it.

?You were, weren?t you? You were looking at porn!? Buffy crossed her arms 
over her chest and feigned shock and disapproval.

?No I wasn?t Buffy, honestly.? Willow really thought Buffy was upset.
?Uh huh? then why were you grinning like all get out when I walked in here, 
and why are you trying to keep me from reading the screen??
?I-I?m not trying to keep you from anything.? the redhead argued. ?You just? 
wouldn?t be interested.

?Sure I would.? Buffy protested.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the side of Willow?s neck.

Chills raced up and down the witch?s body, emanating from her already heated 
center.

?Now, tell your girlfriend what naughty things you?ve been up to.?
?A-actually I was just?? She closed her eyes briefly as she felt the 
blonde?s lips graze across her neck once more before landing just under her 
ear. ?R-reading a fanfic. A really good one actually with Mrs. Robinson 
and Gertrude from? Oh, you don?t even watch the ?Hussenhousens?, do you??

Buffy pulled back, the quizzical expression on her face making the red head 
giggle.

?Fan who? And no, patrol remember??
?Fanfic. Fan. Fiction.?
?Huh?? Buffy?s expression remained the same; having never heard of this 
thing her girlfriend seemed so fond of.
?Fan, as in fan of show. Fiction, as in? fiction, short story??
?And???

Willow sighed, knowing her deep dark secret had been revealed, and now she 
was really going to have to explain it.

?People write short stories about the shows, using the characters therein.?
?Uh, okay. Why don?t they just watch in on TV? That?s why the shows have 
writers.?

Willow couldn?t suppress her giggle.

?Yes honey, but the networks would never allow the material in fanfic to be 
shown on national television.?
?Material?? Buffy questioned, glancing at the screen again. ?I knew it! You 
were looking at porn!?
?No, I was reading a story.? Willow trailed her fingers from Buffy?s hand to 
the bare muscled bicep on her lover. There was a glint in her eye that the 
Slayer recognized immediately.
?What have you been reading, baby?? Buffy looked at the screen again, paying 
attention this time to the words that were displayed there.
?Anne?s slick cunt was spread wide and open, her juices leaking out and 
running down toward the mattress, throbbing for her lover?s tight fist as it 
thrust into her deeper and harder??

Buffy?s jaw fell, too stunned to read anymore.

?Will!?

Willow?s blush deepened and she ducked her head, hiding her embarrassment. 
Her flaming hair fell forward, more blending with the color of her cheeks, 
rather than hiding them.

?I-I-I?? she stuttered.

Buffy turned the sentence over in her head. ?Throbbing for her lover?s tight 
fist?? She got an idea, something that she suspected willow secretly 
wanted, and maybe the only thing that she wasn?t willing to say out loud. 
After all, who on earth heard of putting your entire hand inside someone 
else?s body? Well, Buffy had, but she?d never thought of trying that with 
Willow, even if she already used four fingers on her most of the time.

?Willow?? Buffy started, her voice turning into a husky whisper.

Willow peered up at the Slayer, knowing she had nothing to be ashamed of, 
just not being able to shake the embarrassment she felt. She?d come along 
way from being the shy wallflower in the tenth grade, thanks to Buffy, but 
some things never ceased to make her blush. Reading about her secret desire 
was definitely one of those things.

Buffy moved her hand underneath the redhead?s skirt, and trailed her fingers 
up Willow?s calf, over her knee, then along the soft warm flesh of her inner 
thigh. Willow audibly gulped at the sensations that her Slayer?s strong 
hand caused as it neared her soaked panties.

?Do you want to try that, Will?? She asked, her eyes never leaving the dark 
green orbs in front of her as she moved her head forward.
?I? I um?? Willow swallowed again, her heart speeding up its steady 
thumping.
?Yes, baby?? Buffy brought her mouth closer; she was able to feel Willow?s 
soft breath on her lips.
?W-would you? want to?? the redhead?s lips brushed the blonde?s as she 
spoke; she could smell the mint from Buffy?s gum.
?Want to?? Buffy asked, wanting to hear her lover say the words.

She brushed her lips over Willow?s but didn?t linger long enough for a kiss; 
she began to leave tiny kisses along the other girl?s jaw line, working 
toward her ear.

?Say it.? The Slayer urged her lover. ?Tell me what you want.?

Buffy?s hand found Willow?s wet panties, and a surge of lust coursed through 
her. It took all the willpower she could muster not to grab the witch up in 
her arms and devour her right there on top of her mother?s antique table. 
She pressed her palm flat against Willow?s heat, catching the girl?s earlobe 
between her teeth at the same time. She pushed forward against the wet 
material, against Willow?s sex, and then eased back again, teasing.

Willow?s breath hitched and she opened her legs slightly inviting Buffy to 
explore further. She brought her hand up and cupped the back of the blonde?s 
head, urging her to continue.

Knowing what her girlfriend desired but wanting, no, needing to hear her 
request, Buffy released her grip on the woman?s sex, keeping her hand 
against the panties, but applying no pressure.

?Buffy??

Willow?s eyes were closed and she wiggled against the hand that lingered all 
too close, yet painfully too far from her throbbing center. She?d been so 
turned on by the fic she read, hoping to jump Buffy when she came home. But 
as it were, Buffy had come home early, and now the tables were turned.
?Say it.? Buffy?s stern voice whispered in her ear, sending electric shocks 
throughout her body; landing in her very center. ?I need to hear you say 
it.?

Willow knew she wouldn?t win this. Buffy was adamant about such things, and 
if Willow was perfectly honest with herself, she didn?t want it any other 
way. Buffy allowed her to express her desires, her needs. She was able to 
let go with her lover, feel free and comfortable enough to do almost 
anything. Buffy never shrank away from a challenge, or thought something 
too odd to try, just as long as Willow could express it verbally, could tell 
her exactly what she wanted.

?I?? Buffy slipped her index finger under Willow?s panties, caressing the 
soft swell of flesh there, damp with arousal. ?Ohh? Goddess?? Willow licked 
her lips, knowing the only way she was going to get what she wanted was to 
just say the words. ?Buffy? I-I want? I want you to??
?Yes, baby? Tell me.? Buffy ran the tip of her tongue along the outer ridge 
of Willow?s ear.
?I? Ohhh? Please? use your fist. Your whole hand.?
?Use this?? Buffy cupped the redhead?s hot center roughly, causing her to 
arch forward against the contact and moan loudly.

?Yess! Use it? put it in me? Fuck me with your fist!? Willow was moving her 
hips against Buffy?s hand, trying for any amount of friction.

Buffy smiled in satisfaction, her own panties puddling with her need. In 
one fluid movement, she took her hand away from Willow?s sex and picked her 
up, heading for the stairway and up toward their bedroom.






"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound
anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that
as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like
beautiful music."
-Soren Kierkegaard

stealing someone's idea is worse than stealing their car.
- Tricia Warden, 'One'

Memento Mori.




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