Fic: Swallow 1\1 NC-17ish..

["gussihoo <mattiesilver@xxxxxxxxxxx>" <mattiesilver@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Swallow
Author: Gussihoo
Email: mattiesilver@xxxxxxxxxxx
Spoilers: Nope. I guess it's set in season six, because Willow
is 
living at Buffy's house, but I have completely ignored season six 
canon otherwise. Too nasty! :(
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well..except the statue. She was actually 
in MY dream. EEK!
Distribution: Anywhere. Just ask. :)
Rating: NC-17, I guess..*blush*
Pairing: Willow/Buffy
Author's note: This may very well suck. I'm sorry if it does.
I take 
criticism well, though, if you happen to have any. :)

Anyway..here t'is...


	





Swallow




"Why...won't...you....DIE!" Buffy muttered,
gritting her 
teeth against the irritation she was feeling. She'd been fighting
the 
same vampire for what seemed like hours. Every time she would knock 
it down, it would get back up again. Every time she would attempt to 
stake it, it dodged at the last possible second. At one point, she 
had even felt the stake penetrate flesh, and yet the vampire had 
still been unscathed. 
She lunged at it again, knowing that she was only wasting 
her energy. She was proven correct when the vampire dropped and 
rolled, effectively putting distance between itself and the slayer.

"What the hell is going on here?" Buffy shouted in 
frustration.

"What the hell is going on here? ,"Growled the
vampire, 
frustrated.

The slayer blinked rapidly, completely taken aback. The 
entire situation made absolutely no sense.

"What did you say?" Both slayer and vampire asked 
simultaneously, then suddenly Buffy could see. She hadn't been
aware 
that she couldn't see before, yet she'd been fighting
completely 
blind. 

Squinting her eyes, Buffy took a good look at her 
opponent. It was female, had a very small, although muscular, build. 
Its hair was an aureate blond, and it was...wearing the exact outfit 
Buffy wore. An even closer look revealed that her opponent was, 
indeed, herself.

"What? This is ridiculous!" Buffy shouted at
her uber 
self. "You can't be me..or..I can't be you. And, where am
I anyway? 
I've never seen this place before." Buffy looked around, not 
recognizing anything. It seemed she was on a wharf, but it was not a 
wharf she knew. There were buildings, all of them large warehouses. 
The place was completely deserted, except herself and....nobody. Uber 
Buffy was gone.



The wind caterwauled, chilling Buffy, ruffling her 
hair and clothes. For a summer night in California, (at least, Buffy 
hoped she was in California), it was frigid. And, Buffy was lost. 
She'd looked nearly everywhere, tiptoed in and out of warehouses, 
searched boats, and still hadn't found her alternate self. Tired
of 
searching, she'd begun to look for a way off the wharf, but there 
didn't seem to be such a thing. Now, shivering, she wandered 
aimlessly, listening for sounds, keeping an eye out for any clue to 
what was going on.

A squeaking noise, followed by a long creak came 
from Buffy's left. When she turned to investigate, she saw that
the 
door to a building she'd already searched stood partially open
and 
was blowing in the wind. On high alert, she strode toward the 
building, pushed the door all of the way open, and entered. Her 
senses began to prickle in a way that signaled danger, and she felt 
her muscles tense automatically. Nothing looked familiar, though 
she'd been inside the building once before. Everything seemed
larger, 
but, more crowded than it had before. It was as though the room 
itself was the universe, infinite and diminishing simultaneously. 

An indescribable sound, (Scuttling? Shuffling? 
Squirming? Fluttering?), came from high above Buffy. She shuddered, 
not liking the sound at all, and dragged her eyes up to the high 
raftered ceiling. Fear turned to incredulity when she realized what 
she was looking at. A statue. A very odd statue, but still a statue. 
Nude and female, it hung, tied to the wooden rafters, by its arms. 
Its legs were bound together, toes pointing downward. Its face was 
lovely. Perfectly white with crimson lips, closed eyes, and a serene 
expression. Its hair was a peculiar shade of red, and blown back by 
some imaginary wind. Nestled in the spot where a thatch of pubic hair 
would usually be was a swallow's nest. Birds glided in and out,
their 
wings almost stationary. Buffy took a step back, wondering what such 
a statue would be doing tied to the ceiling of a warehouse. It looked 
more like it should have been fastened onto the bow of a ship. 

Suddenly, it seemed as though the statue had rushed 
down at her, but vertigo and a strange lack of solid ground beneath 
her feet told her otherwise. She was hovering in mid air, face to 
face with the statue, and to Buffy's extreme horror, its eyes
flew 
open. There were no eyeballs, only glistening, pink sockets. 
Something deep inside the thing's head was writhing, and Buffy 
squirmed, trying to get away. Another set of arms shot out from 
somewhere behind the thing's back and got a tight hold of Buffy, 
digging claws into her upper arms, causing her to scream out in pain. 
Buffy began to panic (what is this..what is this..what..it looks 
like, ohmygoditlookslike..) when the statue's mouth opened to
reveal 
shark-like teeth. (...mouth it's going to...no...)

Buffy wriggled hard, willing herself to fall, and 
then she was on the ground running (flying?) as fast as she could. 
She could feel what she thought were feathers brushing against the 
back of her sweaty neck, her arms, in between her legs. She chanced a 
look back, wondering vaguely if the birds were following her. No. Not 
birds. Feathery looking feelers protruded from the holes that were 
the statue's eyes, filling the room, fluttering against
Buffy's 
heated skin. (it's looking for me..it's going to..it's
gonna..) One 
feeler wrapped itself tightly around Buffy's mid section and she 
found herself pulled upwards, backwards, upside down, until she was 
face to face with the statue again. 

Something was different, though. The hands, when they 
clasped her, were warm and soft. There were lips against her throat, 
kissing and whispering her name. Buffy opened eyes she hadn't
known 
were closed and took in the sight of her naked breasts pushed against
another pair of naked breasts. (I'm naked!) She could feel 
her bare, dripping, sex grinding against smooth flesh, and realized 
that her legs were wrapped around somebody. She lifted her eyes, to 
find familiar eyes staring back at her.

"Willow?" Buffy gasped.

"Yes." Willow murmured.

"But..." 

"Shhhhhhhhhhh." Willow chided, snaking her hand
down 
between Buffy's body and her own. "Don't talk." Her
hand found 
Buffy's slippery sex, gently parted its folds, caressing and
tickling 
until Buffy began to pant. (I'm in ecstasy..I'm going to
come...)





".......on, Buffy..wake up."

(huh?)

"Wakey, wakey..."

(no but i'm..I don't want..no..i'm in)

"Bed?" Buffy muttered aloud, sleep slurring
her 
voice. "I'm in bed.."

"Yes, Buffy..you are in bed.." 

Buffy stretched and cracked one eye open, taking in 
her surroundings. Yes, she was definitely in bed, in her own house, 
and Willow was perched on the bed beside her. Buffy rolled onto her 
back, stretched long and hard, yawned and then settled her eyes on 
her best friend.

"Hi, Wills." She said sheepishly, not
knowing what 
else to say. Her panties were soaked, her sex throbbing. 

"Hey, you." Willow replied, brushing a
strand of 
hair from Buffy's forehead, sending a bolt of lust, and something 
much sweeter, through Buffy's body. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah..I think so. I had a...dream..nightmare." 

"I kinda figured. You were screaming. I came in to 
make sure nothing was trying to eat you." Willow said this
jokingly, 
but Buffy could hear the underlying fear that the Hellmouth had 
instilled in her friend. Boogeymen were real in Sunnydale.

"Nope..nobody was trying to eat me." 

"You wouldn't wake up right away. It
scared me a 
little. I thought there might have been some Hellmouthy mystical mojo 
going on." Willow admitted.

"Uh uh. No mojo. I think I just had a long way
to 
come back. It was a really weird dream." Buffy squinted her eyes 
against the memory of the "statue". It had truly scared the
stuffing 
out of her.
                 
"Tell me about it?" Willow asked gently. "Was it 
a slayer dream?"

"Noooooo..not exactly."

"What was it, then?"

"Well..here, I'll tell you, but get under the 
covers first. You're cold." 

It was an entirely innocent request. Willow had 
been shivering. But, when Willow climbed under the covers, hesitated, 
and then cuddled into Buffy's side, Buffy shivered with longing.
This caused Willow to snuggle in closer to Buffy, thinking she was 
cold as well. Buffy nearly laughed out loud. What a night. Here she 
was, being comforted because of a bad dream by her best friend,
who'd 
had a very sexual cameo in said dream. And now, because of said 
dream, Buffy was seeing Willow in a different light. A decidedly pink-
triangular-rose-colored-glasses kind of light. That was not to say 
that she hadn't thought of Willow that way before. She had, on
many occasions. Willow was everything Buffy had ever wanted, but, it 
had never seemed to be the right time. And now...

"Buffy?" Came Willow's muffled voice. Muffled 
because she was speaking into Buffy's shoulder.

"Mmmmmmmm?"

"Your dream?"

"Right." Buffy launched into the dream,
telling it 
almost as it had been. She talked about her confusion over her other 
self, and her terror when the statue had come to life, but she left 
out the part that Willow had been such an integral part of. When she 
was finished telling it, both girls lay still and sleepy,
Willow's 
arm lightly draped over Buffy's torso. Enjoying the sensations
that 
were Willow, Buffy closed her eyes and began to doze off.

"....uh, hey..Buffy?" Came Willow's
tentative 
voice, startling Buffy awake again.

"Mmmmm hmmmm?"

"..um..why did you say my name?"

"What?"

"When you were dreaming before..you were
saying 
my name over and over. I...did something happen that you didn't
tell 
me about?"

Buffy's eyes flew open. She was suddenly
very 
wide awake.

"I said your name?" Buffy tried to play
it cool.

"Yeah..."

"Oh. Did I say anything else?" 

"N?no..not exactly. You moaned a lot,
though."

Buffy groaned inwardly, and then rolled to 
face Willow. Even in the darkness of the room, Buffy could see 
Willow's blush. It was practically incandescent. But, she was
also 
smiling slightly, which was a good sign.

"Ok... Part of the dream was sexual."
Buffy 
admitted sheepishly. 

Willow's blush deepened further, if that
was 
even possible. Her mouth worked, but no words came out. Buffy looked 
on at Willow's display of wordlessness with amusement, until
Willow 
finally managed to squeak out a few words.

"Was it...about me?"

"Yes." At this point Buffy
didn't see any 
point in lying.

"Oh....oh...well do you think that
it's 
because you ate those tacos before bed, because you know tacos can 
cause bad dreams and so can apples..and so can anything acidic or 
spicy..not to mention..mmmmmmphhhhh.." Buffy stopped
Willow's babble 
with her mouth, kissing the words out of her. Willow stiffened only 
momentarily, and then relaxed, seeming to melt against Buffy. The 
kiss ended and another began, initiated by Willow, complete with 
tongue and gentle nips to Buffy's bottom lip. When the two girls 
pulled apart, Buffy's eyebrows were nearly in her hairline.
 
"I didn't mean to..well..yes, I
did..but, 
I ..," She stammered, falling easily into babble mode herself.

"I'm glad you did, Buffy. Please
don't 
take it back. I've..wanted this.."

Relieved, Buffy sighed and wrapped her 
arms around Willow, burying her face in her best friend's neck, 
kissing her pulse. Willow quivered.

"So..what did I do to you..in the 
dream?" 


"I think you..saved me."

"Really? How?"

"Well...I spent the whole dream 
looking for myself. I didn't like what I found..and then you
found 
me." Buffy began to unbutton Willow's pajama shirt, pausing
to taste 
and touch and kiss as she saw fit. "Just when I was at my
worst..when 
I was running away..you were there. I wasn't afraid anymore."
Willow 
adjusted her hips so that Buffy could remove her pj bottoms and 
panties. "You saved me. From myself." Willow rid Buffy of her 
nightgown, and finally, flesh met flesh.

"Wow. I did all that?"
Willow teased.

"Yes. You always do that,
silly." 
Buffy grinned, tweaking Willow's nose, and then kissing it on its 
pert tip.

Willow grinned back, an impish look 
in her eye.

"That's nice, Buffy. But,
what did 
I do to you..show me..please?"

Buffy nodded, and slowly allowed 
her hand to slide down Willow's belly, and into the soft tuft of
hair 
that covered her best friend's incredibly wet sex. She slid a
finger 
into its folds, exactly as Willow had done to her in the dream, and 
began to coax an orgasm from her friend, beckoning to it with her 
slippery digit. Willow made the cutest noises Buffy had ever 
heard..sweet little moans and gasps that caused Buffy to moisten 
further. 

It wasn't long before Willow
cried 
out, clutching fistfuls of blanket, toes curling. And it wasn't
long 
after that, that Willow buried her face in Buffy's sweet
saltiness, 
and mimicked the movements Buffy's fingers had made previously, 
with 
her tongue.

(I am...yes..am going to come..I am 
in..)

"Love!" Buffy cried out as
her 
orgasm overtook her.

"What?" Willow's face
appeared 
above Buffy's navel.

"I am in.." Buffy began,
but 
suddenly couldn't speak due to the lump in her throat. Tears
streamed 
down her face, and she swiped at them, embarrassed.

Willow gently kissed Buffy's 
cheek, and smoothed back her hair.

"I know. I'm in love with
you, 
too." Willow smiled sweetly, and cuddled in beside Buffy. They
slept, 
then, and dreamed of many things.





END ;)


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