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

["Red Willow" <reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Fanfic? (or, Festival of the Fist!)
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 slammed Willow into the wall as soon as they reached the top step, 
devouring her mouth with a ferocity that had the red head?s entire body 
aflame. They pressed into each other trying to squeeze the atoms between 
them out of the way in need of absolute contact. Buffy tore at Willow?s 
shirt, ripping the light cotton material in her eagerness for bare skin. 
Willow didn?t care, all she wanted was the Slayer?s naked form pressed 
against her, moving with her, sliding into her, and when she heard the dull 
tear of her panties under Buffy?s searching hand, it didn?t even register.

Somehow they managed to stagger down the hall to their bedroom, despite 
their lip-locked embrace and fight with offending clothes wear. Willow?s 
shirt fell to the floor first, followed by Buffy?s, and then Willow?s skirt. 
By the time they hit the wall near their bedroom door, they were 
completely naked, a trail of clothes scattered behind them.

Buffy broke from the kiss, panting hard with her forehead against her 
lover?s. One look into the deep green eyes in front of her and Buffy knew 
Willow was ready for her, even without her fingers already sliding up and 
down the witch?s seeping slit, coated in her thick juices. The thought of 
what they were about to enter into nearly brought the Slayer to her knees in 
want. She was going to be inside Willow, stretching her wider and burrowing 
deeper than she?d ever before. Her fingers would become her entire hand, an 
extension of herself absorbed into her lover, holding the very core of 
Willow?s sex.

When they hit the bed, Willow scraped her nails down the toned muscles of 
her girlfriend?s shoulders, feeling wet lips and teeth along her neck and 
collarbone. Her weeping cunt throbbed in angry need, opening and expanding 
in eager anticipation to be filled and rocked. She arched up, pushing her 
breast against Buffy?s mouth as she felt the thrilling dart and swirl of the 
Slayer?s skilled tongue on her erect flesh.

Willow let out a low moan against her bitten bottom lip and tangled her 
fingers through her girlfriend?s shiny blonde locks, pulling tightly on the 
hair. Buffy growled around her lover?s stiff peak, loving the slight pain 
the hair-tug caused.

?Use your teeth.? Willow instructed, pushing her breasts forcibly against 
Buffy?s mouth.

The Slayer went from one firm breast to the other, trailing hungry kisses in 
the valley between. She rolled the rosy peaks with her tongue before 
sucking them into her mouth where she roughly raked her teeth across them. 
Willow jerked with every rough yet pleasurable touch, eliciting high-pitched 
moans from deep within her.

Willow was literally dripping in need, her hot liquid seeping out between 
her slick lips and running down between her ass cheeks. With every push and 
brush from her girlfriend?s thigh, Willow fell closer and closer to release. 
Wanting only the slightest bit of friction to bring her over the edge, she 
pushed up to meet the smooth bare skin of her lover?s leg, feeling herself 
slide easily against it, squishing her wet folds back against her hard nub 
that ached and jumped in desperate need for attention.

Buffy pressed forward with her thigh, securing Willow?s first orgasm. As 
the waves washed through her lover?s body, Buffy slipped her hand under her 
thigh and between the soaked folds of Willow?s sex. She latched her mouth 
onto the red head?s neck and sucked, greedy with hunger, pulling the pale 
flesh in her mouth sharply. Moving her leg back to have more room in which 
to maneuver, Buffy slipped three fingers into Willow easily, her sex open 
and waiting to be fitted and filled. She began a steady thrust, curling her 
fingers upward to graze against the ridged secret spot Buffy knew all too 
well. Pressing the pad of her thumb just to the side of Willow?s clit, the 
Slayer made small circles around the knotted flesh.

?Oh Gods? Buffy?? Willow moaned, bringing her knees up higher and pushing 
back with her hips to meet her girlfriend?s thrusts. ?Oh fuck? you feel so 
good??
?You like that, baby?? The slayer asked her in between lapping at Willow?s 
pale, freckled flesh; she absolutely loved the taste of her lover?s skin, 
never able to get enough.
?Oh yeah? Oh? just like that?? Willow brought her hips down hard against 
Buffy?s quickening pace, feeling the pressure build in her belly. ?Baby, 
fuck me? Harder!? she demanded.

Buffy brought her fingers almost completely out before slamming back into 
her lover with an added finger, stretching Willow?s channel. The red head 
screamed out in affirmation, bringing her hips up to meet the meatier 
pounding the Slayer was providing. Buffy thrust fiercely, feeling Willow?s 
muscles tense and jump around her fingers. She circled the witch?s clit in 
rhythm with her thrusts, her thumb sliding up when her fingers slammed in, 
and back down when they slid out.

?Oh? Oh! Don?t stop!?
?I won?t baby, I won?t?? Buffy breathed out, her hair hanging around her 
face as beads of sweat gathered on her brow.
?Fuck me Slayer!?

Willow reached up, finding the brass bars of the headboard and lay a death 
grip on them, her small biceps popping up in her strain against the roar of 
her second orgasm as it crashed through her, sending her body into a fit of 
shudders. Buffy continued in her effort as Willow?s body shook and her mind 
raced to all points not currently connected with reality.

?Oh fuckin? shit!?

It was exactly what Buffy had been waiting for. As Willow?s orgasm ripped 
through her, the blonde tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand and 
pressed her fist into her lover?s slick channel until she couldn?t anymore. 
Almost the entire way in, her knuckles just barely past the wet ring of 
muscle holding it back.

Willow?s eyes shot open and she let out a silent cry. Buffy hovered above 
her, watching with intense eyes, the reaction from the witch. Willow met 
her gaze and the two stayed locked like that for a few silent moments until 
Willow nodded, giving the silent okay for Buffy to keep going.

?Are you all right?? The Slayer asked the love of her life.
?Uh huh? hurts a little? but feels?? She didn?t finish as she closed her 
eyes momentarily and let herself open up around Buffy?s hand.

Buffy pressed on, inching her knuckles and the larger part of her hand past 
the tight wall that threatened to stop her. She continued to stare intently 
at Willow, noting how her lover?s facial features changed from pleasure to 
pain and then back again. She twisted her hand sideways, back and forth 
slowly as if trying to screw her fist into the hole. She pressed the heel of 
her free hand against Willow?s clit, applying pressure in a subtle circle. 
With every twist of her girlfriend?s hand, Willow shut her eyes tighter, 
then relaxed as Buffy moved further into her.

?Wait.? Willow gasped, letting the burning in her sex where it gripped 
Buffy?s hand subside.

She reached her hand out, fingering the draw of their nightstand until she 
got it partway open. Inside were their toys. Organized neatly into little 
bags or boxes. Buffy stayed her hand and dragged her eyes from Willow?s 
flushed face to their nightstand. She nodded, and without withdrawing from 
her, reached up with her other hand and grabbed the bottle of lube they kept 
there.

?Sorry.? Willow said quietly, embarrassed at being the one to want this, yet 
not able to take her lover?s hand.
?Shh?? Buffy smiled and twisted her hand out a couple of inches as gently as 
possible and poured the lubricant around her hand.

?Tell me when you?re ready.? She told Willow.
?I?m ready.? Willow nodded, relaxing herself.
?Are you sure??

Buffy didn?t want to do anything Willow wasn?t ready for. This wasn?t just 
about making her lover feel good; this was about trust and understanding. 
She knew Willow wanted this, but wouldn?t press on if she felt Willow 
couldn?t take any more. The entire situation was intense. The witch and 
the Slayer were experiencing something they?d never ventured into before. 
Willow was offering a part of herself to Buffy that no one had ever 
possessed or touched. And Buffy was overwhelmed with emotion at her lover?s 
willingness to submit to her in such a way.

Willow nodded and grinned.

?I want your fist inside me Slayer.?

Buffy raised an eyebrow at Willow?s bluntness but continued to create 
friction against her tight knot. Willow?s soft moans became louder as Buffy 
pressed forward, the lubricant coating her hand making it much easier to 
ease into Willow?s body. She could feel Willow reflexively trying to clench 
down on her hand and then relaxing, just has her facial features changed.

Willow was riding on the edge of an intense orgasm. The steady pressure of 
Buffy?s hand on her clit and the continued effort of penetration made her 
entire body hum and buzz with the expectation of release. She rocked up 
against Buffy?s hand, trying to stay relaxed, yet clenching her thighs, 
knowing she was close.
Knowing what was happening in Willow?s body, Buffy tensed her arm and pushed 
forward in one fluid motion, putting her entire body behind the effort. She 
felt her sex jump and plea for release as Willow?s cunt blossomed around her 
hand and her knuckles finally popped under the tight ring of muscle, 
allowing the rest of her hand and wrist to slide along inviting velvety 
walls.

Willow cried out, both in pleasure and pain as Buffy?s fist finally sank 
into her and the building pressure in her stomach from her lover?s steady 
ministrations let loose. She arched up off the bed, yanking at the balled 
bunches of sheets in her hands and bucked in rhythm with the bright sheets 
of energy that slammed through her. Buffy stayed her fist though, neither 
rocking nor twisting, simply rode out the orgasm with her lover, feeling 
Willow?s muscles spasm and clench around her hand.

Kneeling in between Willow?s legs, with one hand on the tight jumble of 
nerves she could never get enough of and her other hand deep inside her 
lover, Buffy thought she might orgasm without contact. Her hips moved on 
their own, and she could feel her wetness trickling out between her swollen 
outer lips. Her sex gaped and throbbed for attention, but she ignored it the 
best she could, instead focusing all her time and energy on Willow.

Willow would never be able to describe the feeling of having her lover?s 
fist inside her. She felt stretched and full, unlike anything she?d ever 
experienced and it was absolutely wonderful to be possessed in such an 
intimate manner.

?Are you okay?? Buffy kept her hand still and curled into a tight fist, her 
eyes never leaving Willow?s.
?Oh yeah? Oh Goddess? it feels? you feel so good inside me.?

Buffy groaned, feeling a sharp ache down deep in her sex that was almost 
painful. Her legs shook and she had to shut her eyes tight, clenching her 
jaw muscles, in order to ignore the scream her cunt seemed to throw at her.

Willow reached down and wrapped her slim fingers around Buffy?s forearm just 
before it disappeared inside her. The Slayer opened her eyes and looked at 
Willow, thinking the girl wanted her to start moving her hand. But the red 
head had a crooked smile on her face that told her she had other plans.

?What?? Buffy asked softly.
?Here.? Willow nudged Buffy?s side with her leg. ?I want to see you? while 
your hand?s??

Buffy grinned, realizing what Willow wanted.

?You want to see me what?? The blonde couldn?t really wait, she needed 
release so bad it was beginning to be painful, but hearing Willow tell her 
what she wanted only fueled the fire that burned between her legs.

Willow swallowed and clenched her PC muscles, gripping her lover?s hand 
tighter as if to pull it further into her.

?I want to see you come.? Willow met Buffy?s eyes, noting the need in her 
eyes, yet admiring the strength and will it took to hold back, to continue 
their game. ?I? need? to watch you come? with your hand inside me.?

Without another word, the Slayer propped herself up with her free hand and 
straddled the witch?s bent leg, resting her dripping sex just above the 
knee. With short, steady movements, Buffy began to ride her lover?s thigh. 
She let out soft grunts with every forward thrust, knowing it would only 
take a few more to finally obtain release. She moved her fist inside 
Willow, bringing it back but a mere millimeter before pushing forward again.

The pleasure Willow felt was unparalleled. Watching Buffy bring herself 
off, the sway of her breasts as she thrust forward, the way the tip of her 
tongue caressed her bottom lip was giving her immense satisfaction, just as 
watching her masturbate always did. But seeing the promise of orgasm dance 
across her lover?s face and body was only the beginning of her pleasure. 
Inside her, Buffy?s hand worked in short jabs, pressing into and along every 
inch of her channel, quickly building to another orgasm.

?Oh? yeah baby?? Willow moaned, not moving her hips, just clenching her 
muscles around the moving hand.

Willow reached up and cupped Buffy?s cheek, her thumb on her chin. Buffy 
momentarily met her gaze before shutting her eyes tight and biting hard on 
her bottom lip. Her orgasm passed through her hard, shooting up through her 
center in a hot bolt of energy that made her shake unsteadily.

She hardly made a sound, simply rode out her orgasm, and thankful for the 
relief, though she knew it was nowhere near what she really needed. That 
could wait though, she reasoned, today was for Willow. Looking down at her 
lover, she saw Willow?s flushed face, her mouth hanging open, and her eyes 
dark and dilated. She kept up the movement with her hand, deciding to push 
the witch as far as she could.

When Willow felt Buffy?s tempo change, she thought she?d orgasm right away, 
but instead she rode on the edge of ecstasy, right up to the edge, yet never 
over it. Any other time and it would have frustrated her; she would have 
sought release in the movement of her hips, the friction against her clit, 
anything to push her into that bright state of pleasure. Now though, being 
on the edge gripped her and held her tight, and she loved every second of 
it.

Buffy pulled her hand out until her knuckles met that tight ring of muscle. 
She held it there and locked eyes with Willow again. She mouthed ?I love 
you? and when Willow nodded Buffy slammed her hand back into her lover as 
far as it would go.

?Oh Gods!!? Willow screamed, the sensations running through her body 
reaching as far as her fingertips and toes.

Again Buffy pulled out to her knuckles and slammed back into her, rough, but 
careful not to hurt her. She kept her eyes on the face of her girlfriend, 
noting every line and curve that shifted with the movement of her hand, with 
the pleasure and pain Willow experienced. Buffy picked up a thrusting 
rhythm, slow and rough, but steady along Willow?s expanding and contracting 
walls. She could feel the girl?s sex blooming, opening up to her even more 
now that she was really starting to fuck her.

Willow?s moans became the score in which they moved to. Indistinguishable, 
yet laced in affirmation and bliss, they floated from her mouth, weaving 
their way around and between her and Buffy as if securing the connection 
between them.

Buffy slipped off of Willow?s thigh and brought it around her waist where it 
tightened its hold. The red head slid her thumb along Buffy?s lips, wanting 
to feel her lover?s face, and felt the blonde?s tongue dart out to taste it. 
She slipped it inside and Buffy happily nibbled and sucked on the small 
digit while increasing her steady thrust into her lover.

Willow?s whole body shifted upward and then back down with Buffy?s 
increasing momentum. She felt as if Buffy was not only touching her sex but 
also reaching up into the rest of her. The Slayer?s touch was so deep, that 
Willow thought she might reach her very soul. The pressure in her was 
steadily building to a level she hadn?t felt before and she couldn?t decide 
if she wanted to continue in this fashion or finally obtain release. Both 
prospects held the promise of absolute pleasure and Willow knew it couldn?t 
be her that held the decision tonight.

As if speaking her thoughts out loud, Buffy quickened her pace, slamming 
into her lover?s body with all the passion and lust that was building up 
inside her. Quick, hard jabs made her muscles ripple and jump with her 
effort. Slayer strength and stamina definitely had its advantages in the 
bedroom.

Willow trailed her fingers down Buffy?s face, down the length of her neck, 
and came to rest over Buffy?s pounding heart. She moaned and groaned, 
arching into her lover?s hard pounding, and tightened her grip around 
Buffy?s waist.

Buffy glanced at her girlfriend?s hand on her heart and felt an overwhelming 
sense of completeness fill her. She was with the woman she loved, had 
always loved, and they were connecting in a way their previous lovemaking 
had never allowed them to before.

?Willow.? Buffy breathed out her girlfriend?s name like a kiss.
?Yes?? The red head was barely able to speak, so lost in the sensations that 
were bombarding her body.
?Touch yourself.?

Willow nodded, willing do anything Buffy told her. She belonged to the 
Slayer and trusted her implicitly.

She brought her hand down to her sex, first touching Buffy?s forearm and 
then wrist as the Slayer brought her hand out a few inches before slamming 
it back in. Willow slid her wet fingers up to the hard jumble of nerves at 
the top of her sex and set to encircling it with a slow steady rhythm.

?Faster.? Instructed Buffy.

Without a word, Willow increased her touch, feeling her skin stretch 
downward every time Buffy pushed her fist into her. She assaulted her clit 
with two fingers, pushing down and back up in some semblance of a circle. 
She could hear the wet of her sex click around Buffy?s pounding hand as she 
brought her hips down to meet the harder thrusts. Willow?s sex was so open 
and loose now, that Buffy was able to bring her entire hand out before 
ramming it back in, impaling Willow onto her forearm.

?Oh! Holy fuck! Buffy!?

When the bright white fire of her orgasm crashed through her, Willow jerked 
and twisted in absolute pleasure. Orgasmic waves spiked through her, 
touching every ounce of her, connecting everything to her center.

?Yes? oh Goddess yes!?

Leaving her clit in favor of anything else to grab on to, she clawed Buffy?s 
shoulder with fingers still slick of her own juices, while the other pulled 
at a brass bar of the headboard mercilessly. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting 
Buffy?s continued thrust even as her orgasm continued to ravage her body.

Buffy was in awe. Never once had Willow responded in such a manner. Oh, 
she?d been wild, and had had intense orgasms that made her thrash about 
under Buffy?s care, but this was altogether different. Different and 
wonderful. Buffy made a mental note to encourage her lover to read more 
fanfic if it lead to this.

Willow brought her hand to her sex again, beginning a renewed effort at 
orgasm and Buffy, seeing this, quickened her pace yet again. She slammed her 
fist down deep into Willow?s cunt for all she was worth over and over, 
pounding her into the mattress.

?Sweet mother?? Buffy breathed out, her sex dripping and jumping on the 
verge of release.

It didn?t take long before Willow was in complete rapture. Her hips bucked 
up against Buffy and she brought both hands up to the blonde?s shoulders, 
digging her hails in, creating tiny half moons over the red ones left 
moments before.

?Oh Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!? She chanted the Slayer?s name again and again as 
she clung to the last thread of her orgasm.

Slowly and very gently, Buffy withdrew her fist from Willow after letting 
the witch completely calm from her high. Willow wrapped her arms around the 
Slayer and pulled her to her tightly, feeling saddened by the emptiness left 
behind, but complete with her lover as well. They kissed softly, their 
tongues dancing in each other?s mouths as Willow?s hands found Buffy?s 
breasts and manipulated her nipples.

?Oh? shit?? Buffy broke from the kiss, her sex throbbing harder than ever. 
?Willow??

Willow kissed the Slayer?s cheek, and then trailed soft kisses down her neck 
to her chest. She traced her fingers in small circles over Buffy?s body, 
feeling the woman beneath her tremble in anticipation.

?Wait.? Buffy said softly, stopping her girlfriend. ?Aren?t you?? I mean? 
you must be exhausted.?
?I am? but I can?t have my Slayer suffering, can I?? Willow winked at her 
lover before moving further down and attaching her mouth to the smooth firm 
flesh of Buffy?s stomach.

Buffy closed her eyes and tried to be patient, tried to relax and enjoy 
Willow?s tender touch. But the ache in her sex was overpowering and she 
needed release bad. She pushed down on Willow?s shoulder, urging her between 
her legs. Willow simply grinned and complied. Her own sex felt swollen and 
sore, yet it didn?t bother her. It was similar to the times Buffy had used 
the paddle, her ass was bruised the next day, and sometimes it hurt to sit, 
but it was worth it.

Willow took in the sight of her lover?s glistening sex. Buffy?s juices were 
smeared as far as her thighs and her slick swollen lips were practically 
begging to be licked clean. She inhaled deeply the rich musky scent of her 
lover before bringing her lips down to meet the lips of Buffy?s sex. She 
kissed them softly, flicking her tongue out to dip into the tangy liquid. 
She hungered for the Slayer?s taste, craved the power she held over her when 
she licked the hot folds of her sex, when she sucked the hard jumble of 
nerves into her mouth, when she fucked her with her tongue.

The witch was going to show her Slayer just how grateful she was for the 
gift she?d received. She?d show her for the rest of the week if that were 
what it took.








"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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