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

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--- In buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, "CDS" 
<callistosdarkside@r...> wrote:
> Here's chapter 9, also NC-17. :)
> 
> direct link: http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/inoyt09.htm
> 
> Enjoy!
> 
> ? Title: In Need of Your Touch
> ? Author: Callisto's Dark Side
> ? Email: callistosdarkside@r...
> ? 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.