FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch. 9 (B/W) NC-17

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Here's chapter 9, also NC-17. :)

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? Title: In Need of Your Touch
? Author: Callisto's Dark Side
? Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
? Feedback: Definitely. It can pull me out of a writing slump.
? Distribution: Can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/INOYT.htm
? 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 9 - Wordplay (Buffy's POV)

NC-17 for Sexuality


"If it's not what I think, then why are you two all with the naked, and baby
oily?" Anya questions, while I wrap the tiny towel tighter around my body.

"Because, Will was just? giving? me? a?"

"An orgasm?" Anya fills in.

"No!" I scream. "A massage. Will was giving me a massage!"

"That's what Xander always asks for before we do it. Well, did it. We're
not together anymore, because, he left me at the altar, you know? But back
to you two doing it."

"We are not doing it!" I shout angrily.

I watch as Dawn uncomfortably inches out of the room, her hands covering her
eyes, leaving Willow, Anya and I alone.

"If you two aren't with the bumping and grinding, then why did Willow have
an orgasm?" Anya asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"She did not have an orgasm. Tell her Willow," I say, as I look at the
blushing redhead, but Willow only looks down.

"See, her silence, means she did have an orgasm. It's called confirmation
by silence."

"What? No, she didn't answer, because it was a ridiculous question, and she
doesn't have to justify it."

"Yes, yes, that's what they all say," Anya says, rolling her eyes.

"They who?"

"Never mind who they are. What only matters is that you two are having sex
with baby oil."

"For the thousandth time, Anya, we are not having sex."

"Massage, sex, whatever. If you wanna call it a massage, that's fine by me.
That's what they like to call it in massage parlors too, because of the
evading arrest, thing."

"We are not trying to hide anything, and we aren't trying to evade arrest."

"I'm not saying what you two are doing is illegal. I'm just saying, there's
no point in hiding it. I mean, it's pretty obvious, and everybody knows."

"Everybody does not know."

"So you admit you two are having sex."

"No, we are not having sex."

"Call it what you want, but it's still sex."

"Even if we were, which we aren't, why would you care?"

"Because, I have to live vicariously through others, now that I don't have
an easy lay anymore."

"And how do you expect to do that?"

"Well, friends are suppose to tell their friends about what happens."

I laugh out loud.

"You actually think I would tell you anything?"

"So you admit there's something to tell?"

I stop laughing. Damn this Anya can be annoying.

"Sure, Anya, we're having sex," I say sarcastically. "In fact, we've been
doing it for a long time now, right Will?" I smile, taking a step towards
the bed, sitting on the edge, and patting the bed where I want Will to move
beside me.

Willow looks up at my mischievous eyes, and gets the hint.

"Um, sure, Buffy. We have been? lovers? for a long time now," Willow
agrees, as she slides over beside me on the bed.

I place an arm around her bare shoulders, hugging her close.

"I knew it," Anya states proudly. "So what's it like?"

"Great," I sigh. "I mean, it's better than you think."

"Really?" Anya asks excitedly.

"Yup." Willow smiles. "You should try it sometime."

"How about now?"

"What?" Willow and I squeak at the same time.

"Do I have to explain everything? Ménage a trois? Threesome in English?"

"We are not having a threesome!" I state adamantly.

"But Willow said I should try it sometime, and you said it was great. So
why not now?"

"Because we were joking Anya," Willow exasperates.

"Well, that's not a very funny joke." Anya looks down dejectedly. "Getting
a girl's hopes up, and then dashing them like a groom leaving the altar.
What's that about?"

"I don't know what that's about," I say honestly.

"Of course you wouldn't. No one seems to know. Not even Xander knows,"
Anya sighs, waving her hands around overdramatically.

"If it helps, we have ice cream downstairs," Willow suggests.

"I guess that'll have to do," Anya breathes. "You two, continue to have sex
if you want. I'll be downstairs cleaning out your ice cream stock free of
charge, before you two use it for your kinky sex games."

"Okay, go ahead," I say, rolling my eyes, as I watch Anya finally leave the
room.

******

"Sorry for the mess," Willow apologizes, as we step out of the shower,
again.

"No problem, Will. At least it wasn't a demon attack," I reply, taking a
towel to dry myself off as Willow does the same.

"True, they do cost a fortune, don't they?"

"Yeah, a fortune I don't have."

"If you want, I can do a clean up spell to get rid of the baby oil in the
sheets and on the carpet?"

"You don't have to, Will."

"But I caused it. Besides, it's not dark magic."

"I don?t want you trying anything you're not comfortable with."

"It's okay, Buffy. I think I'm ready for the little things. Giles says
it's okay, as long as I stay away from the dark mojo."

"You sure? I mean, we can clean it up the old fashioned way."

"You mean, scrubbing it out on our hands and knees?"

"That'd be it. Of course, the sheets would go in the wash, but the carpet,
well, we can't exactly stuff that in there."

"Are you sure, Buffy?"

"Yup. I wanna do my best to not have to use magic."

"Thanks, Buffy."

"No problem, Will." I smile, before taking my towel, and giving her bare
butt a little whip, 'Smack,' then taking off like a little girl.

"Hey!" Willow cries, as she rubs her butt, then chases after me into the
bedroom.

I run to the other side of the bed, as Willow chases me down.

"What's a matter, Will?" I ask innocently.

"You know, what's a matter, and I demand my quota of butt whipping."

"You don't have a quota. Only I do."

Willow whips her towel across the bed, but it flies out of her hands, and I
easily move out of the way.

"Oh, that's not fair," Willow pouts.

"It's not my fault that you can't hold onto your towel."

Willow plops down onto the bed, still pouting.

"What's wrong, Will?" I instantly hop onto the bed and shift over to sit
beside her.

Willow looks up at me, still pouty. Before I know it, the towel I'm holding
is ripped out of my hands, and she's standing up, giving me a good whip to
the butt.

"Hey!" I shout, before, grabbing the other end of the towel.

I tug the towel, but she refuses to let go, and I pull her right into me. I
fall back onto the bed, as her body bumps into mine, before she falls on top
of me.

Her breasts press against mine, and her left thigh slips itself between my
legs, as she braces for the fall.

The feeling of her silky smooth thigh brushing against my soft folds, almost
sends me over the edge.

"Will," I manage to breathe.

"I thought you liked to be on top?" Willow teases.

"What?" I ask, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Don't you like to be on top?" She grins.

"Um, sure, Will," I reply nervously, unsure of whether she's just teasing,
or being serious.

"You're too cute," Willow smiles, before giving me a quick peck on the tip
of my nose, and then rolling off to the side.

I touch my nose where her lips briefly touched me, before turning on my side
to look at the redhead.

"What do you mean, I'm too cute?"

"The way you go all blushy, and hyperventally, whenever we're close."

"I don't go blushy, and hyperventally. Besides, those aren't even words."

"Yes, they are. You know I have my own dictionary."

"You mean, the one you keep on your laptop?"

"That's the one, and if you looked up blushy and hyperventally in my
dictionary, it would show a picture of you."

"No it wouldn't."

"Yes it would."

"Show me then."

"I don't have it here."

"It's downstairs, isn't it?"

"Maybe, but do you want to trot down there nekkid?"

"I'm game, if you are?" I smirk.

"What if someone sees us?" Willow asks, all worried.

"No one will. Dawn's in her room sleeping, and Anya took our ice cream and
decided to mope in the basement."

"But what if Dawn wakes up, or Anya de-mopes?"

"But, but, but? I just think you don't wanna admit that my picture isn't
where you say it is in your little dictionary."

"We could put clothes on," Willow suggests.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Are you seriously suggesting we go streaking in your house Buffy Summers?"

"Uh huh."

Willow looks at me, trying to read the look on my face for a moment.

"Okay, Buffy, but if we get caught, I'll say you were chasing me."

"Fair enough," I smile, before hopping down off the bed, and heading towards
the door.

Willow tentatively follows me to the door.

"Before we go, where did you leave your laptop?"

"I think in the kitchen, living room, or dining room. How about you check
the kitchen and living room, and I'll check the dining room. Oh, and let's
not turn on any lights."

"Good idea," I agree, as I open the door slightly and peer out into the
empty hallway. I spot Dawn's door.

"See, Dawn's door is closed and the light's off, so she must be asleep."

"Well, that's one potential person that might catch us, down. One to go."

I take a tentative first step outside the bedroom, before scurrying quickly
to the top of the steps. I look back at Will, who's struggling to get out
from under the doorway.

"Come on, Will," I whisper.

Surprisingly, Willow doesn't need any more encouragement before she scurries
over to where I am at the top of the steps.

"Take slow steps now," I whisper in Willow's ear.

She nods that she understands.

We take small steps down the stairs, before we finally reach the bottom.
Willow goes left and into the dark dining room, with only a little bit of
moonlight shining through the windows.

I take a right and head towards the kitchen. Even though the living room is
slightly closer, I figure, there's more light in the kitchen with all the
windows there. Wait a sec, windows, meaning, nosy neighbors, better go to
the living room.

I enter the living room, my Slayer sight adjusting to the dark, but it
doesn't help me as I almost trip over one of Dawn's stuffed animals.

I pick it up and squeeze it hard. It's her stuffed pig, Mrs. Gwen, as
opposed to my Mr. Gordo. I place it on the couch. Mental note, take Mrs.
Gwen back upstairs and hide it, when I'm done.

I look around futilely, feeling for anything remotely laptop-like. I look
to the dining room, and see no sign of Willow. She must be looking where I
can't see her. I turn back to my search.

I'll show Will. Hmm, maybe I should find a pic of her and put it in her
dictionary under blushy and hyperventally. Good plan Buffy, it's too bad
you don't know how to use a computer.

Wait a sec, what if she's trying to do that? That's why she sent me off to
the living room and the kitchen, to stall.

I turn to look at the dining room again. I squint my eyes. I see
moonlight, but there's something distinct about it. Wait a sec, that
flicker only means one thing.

I tiptoe my way towards the dining room, the cool air of the room exciting
my naked skin. Ooh, goose bumps.

As I enter the dining room, I see Willow sitting in a chair, her back to me,
waiting for the laptop to boot up.

I sneak up behind her, before closing my hand around her mouth to prevent
her from squeaking.

"So, you found it, huh?"

Willow squeaks, but my hand muffles it.

"Buffy," Willow mutters through my hand.

I slowly remove my hand, satisfied that she won't squeak anymore.

"What were you doing, Will?"

"I was going to prove to you that your picture was where I said it was in my
personal dictionary," Willow says, unconvincingly.

"And I suppose you weren't just going to find a picture of me and place it
there right now?"

"No, of course not Buffy."

"Really? So I guess you won't mind, showing me the dictionary now?"

"Sure, I'll show you as soon as the laptop boots up."

It took another 30 seconds before the laptop booted up.

Willow did a bunch of things, opening up some sort of window, I think that's
what they call it, then began searching a bunch of tiny folders.

"Hmm?"

"What, hmm?" I ask.

"It looks like my dictionary isn't on this computer. Oh well," Willow says
nonchalantly, as she reaches to turn off the laptop.

"Wait a sec," I grab her wrist before she can turn it off. "What about the
file there, that says DCT?"

"Oh, that file. It's just my Dermatology? Control? Text?"

"That' doesn't even make sense, especially since I know what dermatology
is."

"Okay, maybe it's my dictionary."

"Open it up."

Willow reluctantly opens the file, and the title Willow 'isms' appears,
followed by the first word, 'actiony.'

"Go down," I encourage.

Willow scrolls down the list of words, until she finally hits blushy.

"See, you lied."

"Alright, alright, I admit it. I made it up, but you would so go under
blushy. See, just wait a sec," Willow says, before clicking on 'Insert',
scrolling though some pictures of us, until she finds one only of me. She
clicks 'okay,' and I instantly appear by the definition of Blushy.

"Hey, that's not fair," I protest.

"It's my dictionary, I can do what I want." Willow smiles.

"Fine, then I'm going to make my own, and you're going to be under babbly,
blushy, and all that stuff."

"You can't even use a computer."

"Mine will be hand-written."

"Will my picture be hand-drawn?" Willow giggles.

"May-be," I say crossing my arms over my bare breasts, covering my now
hardened nipples.

"Fine, but at least I can print mine out and make many copies and hand them
out to the Scoobies."

"Oh, well, mine, I can photocopy, and do the same."

"Darn, I forgot about those things."

"Printer girl," I tease.

"Primitive photocopy girl," Willow teases back.

"Primitive, huh? Like Cave Buffy primitive?"

"Yup, like Cave Buffy."

<Zzzzzzzzz>

"Okay, get what you wish," Buffy say. Me pick Willow up, and throw on
shoulder.

"Hey," Willow protests. "Okay, not like Cave Buffy."

"Willow quiet."

"Buffy?"

"Shh? no speak."

Me carry Willow upstairs.

"Buffy, what about the laptop. It's still turned on."

"Turned on? Buffy confused. Take Willow upstairs."

Me walk in room and put Willow on bed.

"Sheets soft."

"Ha ha, I get it Buffy. Very funny."

"Mmm, Willow skin smooth, Buffy like. Me touch Willow leg. Soft."

"Hee hee. You got me. I shouldn't have called you primitive, okay?"

"Willow pretty. Buffy like."

"Buffy?"


To be continued.