Re: FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch. 10, B/W (R/NC-17)

[Jennifer DuBoe <jend1205@xxxxxxxxx>]

That was funny and god knows I need funny tonight. Jen
CDS <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote:Greetings all.

Here's chapter 10! Woo hoo!

Hope you all like, because I love the wonderful feedback. :)

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Enjoy!

-CDS

? 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 10 - Buffy Hungry (Willow's POV)

R to NC-17 for Sexuality


"Willow smell good." Buffy smiles as she crawls onto the bed nearly on top
of me.

"Ah? Buffy?" I begin to protest and squirm away on the bed, but she catches
me by the ankle.

"Buffy want Willow"

"Gulp. Yeah, you want to see me fully clothed, right?" Why did I ask that?

"No." Buffy says abruptly. "Buffy want Willow now. Buffy want touch
Willow."

"Touch, yeah, because otherwise I'll bleed. I understand Buffy, really.
That's great of you, but I need to get a breather for just a moment."

"Willow not want Buffy?" Buffy says in a pitiful voice.

"No, Buffy, I didn't mean? you know? well? I don't know what I mean. I
mean, are you just yanking my chain? Because if you are, one, I don't have
anything on at the moment, so no chain, and two, you got me."

"Willow think joke?" Buffy frowns.

Okay either she's faking, which would be a really good fake because she's
never pulled anything off for this long. Or somehow I made her into cave
Buffy again.

Buffy continues to glare at me, still waiting for an answer.

"No, Buffy, not anymore. I must've did a spell on you or something. Not
voluntarily of course."

Buffy continues to glare.

"Do you want some water or something?"

"No."

"Chocolate?"

"No."

"What do you want then?"

"Willow touch."

How did I know she'd say something like that. Gee, she wasn't all gay when
she last turned into cave Buffy. At least I don't think she was. I mean,
she was kinda smelling me at the end there, so maybe she was about to be all
gay on me before we got her back to normal.

Buffy's still glaring at me. Boy her glare's unnerving. It's a wonder why
vamps don't just talk right away, rather than put up with the usual beating
before they spill.

"Here's the thing Buffy, I don?t' think you want me to touch you right now.
I mean, sure it might feel good right now," Darn right it'd feel good. "but
when you're back to normal Buffy, you might get really mad at me, and I
don't want that to happen, you see?"

"Buffy see Willow. Buffy see Willow not like Buffy."

"I do, Buffy. I like you. It's just I don't want to? you know?"

"Willow not want Buffy," Buffy pouts.

"Don?t go pouting, you know how much of a softy I am." I say, as I put my
hand on her bare shoulder.

Buffy's head springs up, "Willow touch Buffy!" Buffy shouts, before she
pounces on me and kisses me on the lips, her bare breasts pressing against
my own.

"Buffy?" I try to say in between the wet kisses. "I didn't mean? that kind
of? touching."

"Willow touch Buffy," Buffy says again excitedly. Why can't all girls be
this happy when I touch them. Never mind that Willow, you need to figure
out how to get Buffy back. "Willow touch Buffy!" She screams at the top of
her lungs.


"Buffy?" I put my hand over her mouth. Oh my God. If Dawn and Anya didn't
hear that, then I'll be the luckiest girl in the world.

I pull my hand away as I start feeling tongue.

"Buffy, stop," I chastise, as she frowns at me. "Now, don't go frowning
miss yell-a-lot." No use, she's still frowning.

"Buffy want Willow touch."

"I know you do, but right now isn't the best time."

"What time?"

"What time, what?"

"What time?"

"Again. What time, what?"

"What time, Willow touch Buffy?" Buffy says impatiently, as she reaches out
and grabs my wrist.

"Ah, well, how, about later?"

"When later?"

"A week?"

Buffy glares at me menacingly.

"A few days?"

No change.

"Tomorrow?"

"M'okay. Tomorrow, Willow touch Buffy," Buffy grumbles, before she throws
her arms around me and snuggles close, her breasts pressing firmly against
mine.

"Buffy?" Dawn opens the door, as she rubs her sleepy eyes. "Not again,"
Dawn squeaks, as she sees both of us in the buff, and covers her eyes.

"It's not what?"

"I think," Dawn finishes my sentence. "What was the screaming about? Wait a
sec, don't answer that."

"You mean you couldn't make it out?" I ask, hopefully.

"I was asleep, having a nice fluffy dream, and then, bam, I hear Buffy
screaming something at the top of her lungs."

"Well, you see, Buffy?"

"Dawn pretty," I hear Buffy say as she looks to the door.

I clamp my hand over her mouth and whisper in her ear, "She's also your
sister, Buffy."

Buffy removes my hand before adding, "Not Willow pretty."

"Oh, yeah, Willow pretty." I blush madly.

"Okay?" Dawn says, her hands still covering her eyes. "You know, clothes
might be a good idea. I hear they keep you warm."

"Yeah, we were just going to put some on."

"Buffy hungry."

"Why is Buffy referring to herself in the third person?" Dawn asks.

"She's just pretending to be a politician?"

"Yeah, well, I think I'm going back to sleep. That is, if you two are done
with the screaming?"

"Yup. Done. Completely done. No more screaming from our room."

"Okay, bye," Dawn says suspiciously, as she closes the door.

"Buffy hungry," Buffy says again, this time rubbing her tummy.

"How about we get us in some clothes, and then we can go get you some food."

"Fooood."

"Yes, food."

"Want food now."

"No Buffy. We've had enough streaking for one night. Heck, maybe for one
lifetime. We gotta put some clothes on first. Poor Dawnie will have a
heart attack if she sees us naked again, and I think I might too."

"M'okay."

"Good." I exhale, happy that at least I got her to listen to me once.

******

"Where ice cream?" Buffy questions as she swings the fridge open.

"Anya probably has it."

"Get Anya."

"I'm sure you'd like that, but it's probably a bad idea for me to sick Cave
Buffy on her, as much as I'd like to, it's probably on the morally wrong
side."

"Want ice cream."

"Okay, okay. I'll go see if Anya has some left downstairs. You stay put,
and don't break anything."

I hesitantly leave Buffy alone in the kitchen as I head downstairs. As I
descend the steps I hear Anya saying something.

"Where the heck is the button," Anya exasperates.

I peer over the railing, ducking low, as my jaw drops when I see Anya behind
Buffybot, who's bent over a couch.

"What the heck are you doing?" I shout.

Anya turns to look at me. "I'm trying to find out how to turn her on."

"You're what?"

"I can't seem to find the right button to push. In fact, I can't even find
a button."

"Well, it's not where you're looking," I say, averting my eyes.

"I figured that since she was a sexbot, she'd have her 'on' button there,"
Anya says, removing her hand from underneath Buffybot's skirt.

"I didn't rebuild her so you could use her as a sexbot, Anya."

"I wasn't going to use her as a sexbot."

"Then why did you want to turn her on?"

"I wanted to see if she still worked."

"Well, she will, just not yet."

"She sure looks ready."

"I still have some programming to do, okay?"

"What kind of programming?" Anya asks, with a wink.

"Not that kind."

"Oh, please. Are you telling me you weren't thinking about doing some
sordid threesome?"

"I so was not," I huff.

"Sure, and I didn't like having two Xanders."

"Okay, please, can you just tell me where the ice cream is, so I can leave
you to your, whatever?"

"I ate it all."

"You what?"

"What are you deaf?"

"How could you eat it all?"

"I don't know how I did it. I just did it."

"Well, we need? some? agh?" I suddenly feel a small onset of pain in my
side.

"Oh, oh. Buffy!" Anya shouts, as she runs to my side. "Buffy!"

I hear Buffy rumble down the stairs and she's instantly cradling me in her
arms.

"Willow hurt?" Buffy says in a scared voiced.

"No, no, it's okay Buffy. I just needed?"

"For you to touch her," Anya finishes.

"Buffy touch Willow," Buffy says happily, before I feel her suddenly cop a
feel.

"Buffy?" I whimper, trying to get control of Buffy's caressing hand.

"Looks like she not wasting any time." Anya smirks.

"You don't understand, Anya."

"Hmmm, she's feeling you up. What's not to understand?"

"I kinda turned her into Cave Buffy."

"You what?"

"Mmmm, Willow soft?" Buffy purrs, as she snuggles into my body.

"What are you deaf?" I say sarcastically to Anya, shuddering as Buffy's body
melts into mine.

"How could you turn her into Cave Buffy?"

"I don't know how I did it. I just did it."

"Well, you better fix it, unless you want her groping you all night."

"Buffy?" I chastise, as I push away her hands, eliciting a pout from her
lips. "I don't know if I can, Anya."

"Can't, or don't want to?"

"Anya."

"What? It seems to me, you kinda like Cave Buffy. All wild, no inhibitions,
kinda like me when I first became human, and you guys were like, oh, Anya,
no manners, no social etiquette, always wants sex, blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah?"

"Okay, I don't think we can compare the two."

"Why not, it's pretty obvious all she wants is sex."

"It is so not all that obvious."

"Did you miss the groping?"

"No, I did not miss that part. I just think there's more to Cave Buffy than
primal lust."

"Whatever. Can you just go and get more ice cream. Buffy wants some."

"Mmmm, ice cream. Willow. Want ice cream. Want Willow," Buffy grins as she
hugs me tighter.

"I rest my case about the wild sex crazy Cave Slayer," Anya breathes, before
she steps around me and Buffy and towards the stairs.

I roll my eyes at her comment and watch as Anya leaves up the stairs. "Can
you just get the ice cream?" I shout at her retreating form.

"I'm sure you'd like that," Anya laughs.

I clench my fist, wishing I could just, well, think of something really
nasty to say, but my thoughts are interrupted by Buffy pulling on my
t-shirt.

"What is it Buffy?"

"Why me there?" Buffy says, scared as she sees Buffybot bent over the
basement couch.

"Oh, that's not you, Buffy."

"Me! Me!" Buffy points, even more fear in her voice.

"No, it's not. It's just a robot, that happens to look like you, but it's a
robot."

"Buffy not know wobot."

I smile at her mispronunciation.

"Trust me, Buffy. She won't hurt you."

"M'okay," Buffy says hesitantly, as she holds onto me for dear life.

"Let's go upstairs and see if we can find you something else to eat."

"Yes, eat, Willow, eat?" Buffy delights, as I blush madly.


To be continued.






Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
Buffy: "I kinda love you."
--'Choices'

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