FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch. 8 (B/W) NC-17

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? Title: In Need of Your Touch
? Author: Callisto's Dark Side
? Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
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? Spoilers: Up to season 7, episode 3: Same Time, Same Place
? Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
? Pairings: Buffy/Willow all the way
? Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
? Summary: After Buffy lends her strength to Willow to help her heal, the
two discover that Willow is truly dependent on Buffy's touch.


Chapter 8 - Buffy's Backache (Willow's POV)

NC-17 for Sexuality


I quickly pull the towel around my body, ashamed at what I've just done. I
can't believe I did that in front of Buffy.

I want to run and hide, but I know that's not an option.

I take the head towel and dry out my hair.

Buffy does the same, a tiny towel already wrapped around her tight, tender?

Okay, stop it Willow Rosenberg.

I look away from Buffy's body, but her curves are at the corner of my eye.

Buffy finishes drying off first and moves to open the door, but knocks her
hairbrush to the ground. I watch her bend over to pick it up. Goddess, I'm
such a perv.

<Crack>

"Ah," Buffy groans, as she reaches her hand to cover her lower back.

"Are you okay?" I ask, rushing over.

"Yeah, just some back pain." Buffy blushes, as she stands up straight, her
back cracking again.

"That's some pretty loud back pain."

"No biggie. Normal Slayer backache."

"You get this all the time?"

"No?" Buffy looks at me as if she's in trouble with her mom.

"Buffy?" I chastise. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"It's no big. Really, Will. Just the occasional backache, which I'm sure
you've had on occasion."

"Yes, I've had backaches, but it never sounded like a bone breaking."

"You're just exaggerating."

"Do you want me to play the audio recording?"

"Are you secretly taping me in the shower?" Buffy asks teasingly.

"What? No. Why would you think?" I blush madly.

"Just kidding, Will." Buffy smiles, placing a hand on my bare shoulder.
"Ooh, ouch." Buffy takes her hand away and puts them both on her lower
back.

"That's it Missy, no more 'it's no big' with me," I say, opening the
bathroom door, and ushering her out into her room.

"It's okay, Will. It really is no?"

"What'd I just say?" I cut her off before she can finish. "Sit down." I
pat the edge of the bed where I want her to sit.

"Really, Will, you don't have to?"

"Shh." I place my finger to her moist lips to quiet her.

She pouts at me, which makes my knees wobbly, but I put on my resolve face,
before I head back to the bathroom.

"What are you getting?" Buffy asks.

"Baby oil." I answer.

"What?"

"For a massage," I say, as I pick the baby oil off the small shelf in the
bathroom.

"A massage?"

"Yup, and no complaining." I walk back into the room, baby oil bottle in
hand.

"But?" Buffy protests.

"But nothing. You've been having awful backaches, and haven't been telling
me about it, for how long now?"

"A couple years?" Buffy looks at me guiltily.

"A couple years?"

"Well, it's not like it was this bad back then."

"But it still hurt, and I could've helped." I say, as I uncap the squeezy
bottle. "Now lie down on your tummy."

"What?"

"You heard me Buffy Summers, or do you need a hearing check-up too?"

"M'okay," Buffy pouts, as she crawls onto her stomach.

"Can? you? lower? the towel?" I suddenly stutter, losing my confidence as I
now realize what I've gotten myself into.

Buffy complies, gingerly unwrapping it from around her body, and lowering it
to just below her waist, leaving her upper body completely bare.

"Thanks," I exhale, taking in the breathtaking sight before me. I
accidentally squeeze the bottle in surprise and some of it squirts onto her
leg.

"Hey! What was that for?" Buffy asks, turning her head to look at me.

"Sorry, I slipped," I apologize, shrugging my shoulders.

Buffy accepts the apology and rests her chin on her pillow.

I take a deep breath, before I squirt some baby oil onto my hands, and rub
the slick liquid all over them.

I place my hands on her back and she gasps at first contact.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"It's m'okay, I just never had a massage before."

"This is your first?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Then, I'll do you extra good." I smile, before I realize what just came out
of my mouth. "I mean, not that kind of 'do,' I mean, as in giving you a
pleasurable experience. Oh, Goddess. I mean, not 'Oh Goddess,' I meant?" I
begin hyperventilating.

Buffy turns her head to look at me.

"You okay, Wills?" She asks, concern dripping from her lips.

"Buffy, I never meant? I'm just so nervous? I don't want you to think?"

"It's okay," Buffy turns her body to rest on her elbow, her breasts bouncing
into view.

I avert my eyes immediately, but I can still see her out of the corner of my
eye, as she covers her breasts with her arm.

She reaches out with her other arm, and places a hand on my shoulder.

I turn my head, with tears in my eyes.

"Buffy, I don't want you to think I'm trying to?" I sniffle, "do anything
inappropriate."

"I don't, Will. If you don't want to give me a massage, I understand. But
as 'resolve' Willow said earlier, my backaches needed tending to for 3 years
now." She smiles at me, making my heart skip a beat.

"3 years?"

"Give of or take a couple."

"Oh, Buffy." I throw my arms around her, forgetting that she's nude, with
the exception of the towel, barely clinging to her below the waist.

She softly runs her hand up and down my towel-covered back.

"Ready?" She asks, forcing eye-contact with me.

I nod, before she releases the hug and lies back down on the bed. She pulls
her tiny towel back over to cover herself below the waist as much as she
can, before settling on her stomach.

I squirt some more baby oil on my hands, before placing them on Buffy's
silky smooth skin. I start at Buffy's shoulders and massage the tenseness
that's built up there.

"Relax?" I breathe.

"Sorry," Buffy apologizes.

"What?" I say, stopping my hands.

"I said, sorry. I'll try to relax."

"Oh," I shake my head. I'm too embarrassed to admit that I was telling
myself to relax, as I my press my hands into Buffy's shoulders.

"Mmm?" Buffy moans softly.

"Sorry," I apologize quickly.

"What for? That felt good."

Gulp. I continue to massage the oil into her skin, watching as it makes her
perfect shoulders nice and shiny.

"Mmm?" Buffy moans again. "Lower."

I follow her request, lowering my hands from her shoulders to the middle of
her back. I squirt some baby oil on the middle of her back, drawing a
killer-look from Buffy.

"Sorry," I smile teasingly, as she smirks at me before placing her chin back
on her pillow.

I rub the oil in nicely, sure to cover every square inch of the middle of
her back. I feel her muscles tighten and loosen under my touch.

"You're really good at this, Will."

"Thanks. I've had lots of practice."

"Really, who?"

I frown at the memories flooding my mind.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Will. I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories."

"It's okay, Buffy. The memories aren't bad at all. It's just the not
having her here anymore bit."

"I know how you feel. It's like you wanna smile at all the good times you
had together, but the fact that they're not here, is always at the back of
your mind."

"It's makes it so hard to want to remember."

"It does," Buffy agrees. "But it gets easier."

"I hope so."

"I know so, Will. I promise."

I smile at the promise, knowing that if Buffy says it, it must be true. I
lower my hands further down her back, removing the towel covering her butt
and squirt her again with the baby oil, only this time on her rump.

"Hey!" Buffy protests.

"What?" I look at her innocently.

"What's with all the squirting, and on my butt no less?"

"I'm giving you a massage."

"So?"

"So, it means I get to squirt you with the bottle."

"Oh, so is that the real reason why you wanted to give me a massage? To see
my butt all shiny?"

"Well, I must say it's looks pretty tempting right now," I smirk, rubbing
the oil around her smooth rump.

"I didn't know you were a butt gal."

"I'm not, well, I like them, but not like, you know?"

"If you're gonna grope my butt, at least make sure you get all the soreness
out of it."

"How sore is it?"

"Real sore. I got a knee to the butt a while back, and it's been killing me
lately. Like a Charlie-horse, only of the butt variety."

"Ooh, must hurt real bad," I say as I squeeze a cheek.

"Yup, almost as much as my lower back, which you have neglected."

"Sorry, I'll get to that as soon as you tell me where your rump roast
hurts."

"Left cheek."

"One massage for the left cheek coming up." I say happily, as I give it a
quick squeeze before giving it a good work over with my hands.

"Mmm? I wish I knew you were this good with your hands before, Will."

"Are you saying you like my massages?"

"Yup."

"You know, you can have them anytime you want?"

"Really? Even in public?"

"Buffy?" I chastise.

"What, Will? What about the beach?"

"Well, I guess the beach would be okay, but you'd have to be wearing a
bikini."

"Would a thong do?"

"Buffy Summers. Are you trying to seduce me?"

"I'm not the one with all the groping."

"Oh, so is that how it is?"

"Yup."

"I take my hands off her rump, and pick up the bottle of baby oil."

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Buffy protests, turning her head to look at me, only
to see me with the bottle, and a mischievous gleam in my eye.

"You wouldn't?" Buffy says, eyeing me with a death-glare.

"I would," I giggle, before squirting the bottle once again. This time the
baby oil gets on her stomach and breasts.

I only get to squeeze the bottle twice, before she grabs it from me. I try
to make a run for it, but she catches the corner of my towel, and I spin
around as it unwraps around my body, and I hit the floor.

I begin crawling for the bathroom, giggling as I go.

"Oh, no you don't." I hear her say, before she grabs my ankle, stopping me
in mid-crawl. Suddenly, I'm flipped onto my back, and she's straddling my
waist, baby oil bottle in hand.

Before I can say anything, she's squirting the baby oil onto my stomach and
then my breasts.

"How do you like that, Will?" Buffy asks with a satisfied smirk, dropping
the nearly empty bottle beside me.

"More than you know," I purr.

"Oh, God," Buffy slides off my body, turning her back at me in
embarrassment.

"Gotcha," I laugh, quickly grabbing the bottle, and emptying what's left
onto her back.

"Why you," Buffy turns to grab a hold of my wrists, as I drop the empty
bottle to the ground, "sneaky, little?"

"Willow?" I pout.

"Your pouting isn't going to work with me."

I pout some more, before she lets go of wrists. I smile, triumphantly.
Unfortunately, my smile's replaced by a frown, as she scoops me off my feet
and tosses me on the bed.

I land gently on my back, before she descends upon me.

"Tickle time!" Buffy announces, before she straddles my hips once again, and
begins tickling my sides.

"Buffy!" I scream, her tickles making me laugh and giggle, as I futilely try
to push her hands away.

"You asked for it, Will."

"Please, Buffy. I'm sorry. I won't do it again," I manage to say in
between laughs.

"That won't work with me, Will," Buffy smiles, continuing her relentless
tickling.

I gasp for air, as I laugh like crazy, pleading for mercy.

All the while, Buffy's slick thighs are sliding against my hips, and her?
her? is grinding against my? my? Oh Goddess? I'm? I'm?

"Buffy!!!!" I cry out, as I reach a surprisingly quick and mind-blowing
climax.

Buffy covers a hand over my mouth, as I continue to pant, and the
pleasurable waves of climactic bliss wash over my most sensitive folds.

"Shh, Will. The neighbors might think we're? you know? Not to mention, Anya
and Dawn downstairs."

I look at her horrified. She doesn?t realize?

"Sorry, Buffy. I just. You just. The tickling, yeah, that's it. I
couldn't stand it any longer," I babble, as she loosens her hand around my
mouth.

"Okay, Will. Just no more screaming."

I nod my head quickly, before she slides off my body, her thighs brushing
against my legs one last time.

I gasp, at the final bit of contact.

"What's going on?" I hear Dawn's voice, before looking up and seeing her and
Anya in the doorway. "Eww, gross!" I hear Dawn scream.

"I told you they were doing it!" Anya states triumphantly, as she leers at
our naked bodies.

Buffy scrambles to find our towels, which are strewn about the floor. She
manages to wrap the tiny one around her body and tosses me mine as well.

"It's not what you think!" Buffy and I shout simultaneously.


To be continued.