NC-17 FIC: Hot Nights in the House of Scooby: Slayer/Hacker

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Title: Hot Nights in the House of Scooby: Slayer/Hacker
Authors: Mike and Tony McD
Rating: NC-17
Category: season 7 AU/ early season 2 (kinda)
Pairings: B/W (with mentions of B/X, W/X, B/X/W)
Summary: Willow's healing touch leads to a hot night in the House of 
Scooby.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let us know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any 
other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and 
enjoyment. 
Authors' notes: This is a collaborative effort between Tony and me 
due to Tony's illness. Feedback is appreciated. This is part of 
the `Hot Nights in the House of Scooby' series, which is a series of 
NC-17 stories focusing on each ship (i.e. B/X, W/X, B/W, and B/X/W).
Mike's notes: I finally got Tony to agree to help write these 
stories. You can all thank (or blame) his wife for this. Special 
thanks go to JohnBear for much needed input. You're a legend my 
friend.
Tony's notes: This is a work of fiction (and a bad one at that), in 
real life remember SAFE SEX!!! Wrap it up every time? oh? wait a 
minute, there isn't a dick in sight in this fic. Never mind, carry 
on. :)



Buffy was slammed hard against the side of the tomb, knocking the 
wind out of her. This demon was strong, way strong. Up until the 
point that the demon blindsided her, the night had been going well. 
She rose to her feet but the demon started pounding on her with a 
short club. Buffy took the blows, waiting for an opening to take the 
demon down.

It never came.

"Hey!" Willow yelled.

The demon turned only to get an ax buried in its head. Willow stepped 
aside as the demon fell lifeless to the ground.

"Hands off my girl!" Willow said with an iron edge in her voice. 
Buffy saw the expression on Willow's face. The strength, the fire in 
her eyes, the protective rage directed at the demon that had 
threatened her loved one. She held the expression for a moment 
longer, and then the compassionate Willow returned.

"Buffy? You OK?" Willow asked as she helped the Slayer up.

"Well, I feel like Mike Tyson's blind date, but other than that, just 
peachy." Buffy looked down at the demon.

"Willow saves the day. You gotta feel good about that."

"No, mostly shaky. A-a-and a little barfy." The adrenaline, which had 
coursed through her system before, had passed, and Willow had a major 
case of the post battle shakes. Buffy gave Willow a reassuring hug 
and as Willow hugged back Buffy winced in pain. Willow quickly 
released her.

"Oh sorry Buffy! I didn't hurt you did I?"

"It's OK. I just need a hot shower and a good night's sleep and I'll 
be right as rain." She reassured her as the two headed back to 
Willow's place.



"I can't believe that your parents just took off like that." Buffy 
said as she entered Willow's bedroom toweling her hair. She was 
wrapped in a white fluffy bathrobe and feeling a lot better after her 
shower. Willow was wearing her customary oversized t-shirt nightie.

"At least they left a note telling me about their little impulse to 
visit mom's old university friend in LA for a few days. Sometimes 
they forget they even have a daughter." Willow replied somewhat 
glumly.

"An intelligent and sexy daughter at that." Buffy said and gently 
kissed Willow. Buffy flopped down on the bed with a great groan and 
closed her eyes.

"How ya feeling now?" Willow asked.

"Better. Not 100%, but better. The pain is now just a dull ache."

Willow gave Buffy a thoughtful look, then sat down on the floor at 
the end of the bed and started massaging Buffy's foot.

"Mmmm? so good." Buffy murmured.

Willow continued massaging her foot, working on the reflexology 
pressure points she had learned from her aunt in Phoenix over the 
years. A few minutes on Buffy's left foot then Willow took the right 
one and started working on that.

As she did so, Willow's eyes traveled up Buffy's smooth, tanned legs. 
A tiny scar here, a small freckle there, nothing detracted from the 
perfection of her legs. Traveling further up, her eyes froze. There, 
peeking out from under Buffy's robe in all its shaven glory, was the 
cleft of Buffy's sex.

"Holy crap!" Willow breathed to herself at the very idea of shaven 
Slayer.

"Mmmm?" Buffy mumbled.

"N-n-nothing. Just relax."

Willow tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry.

Her own sex, on the other hand, got wet.

Willow tore her eyes away from the sight of Buffy's Holy Grail and 
tried to concentrate on massaging her foot but her eyes kept 
returning to that one spot. She was torn between caution and desire.

As the seconds ticked by, caution faded and desire grew.

She started to massage Buffy's ankle. Moving higher to her muscular 
calf elicited a moan of approval from Buffy. Concentrating on turning 
knotted muscles into relaxed ones, Willow kneaded, rubbed and 
caressed.

Once she was satisfied that Buffy's right calf was done she moved to 
the left one and worked on that.

Hands glided up Buffy's leg and started working on her thighs. Close 
to the knee, Willow concentrated on relaxing the abused muscle.

The higher Willow's hand went her touch was less kneading and more 
caressing. Her fingers twice brushed the bottom of the robe. Willow 
looked at Buffy and noted that the look of relaxation had been 
replaced with? something else. Emboldened Willow moved her hands 
higher, pushing the robe higher a little at a time, revealing more 
and more, until finally all was revealed.

Willow looked to Buffy again and Buffy met her gaze with a look of 
lust. Keeping her eyes locked with Willow's, Buffy untied her robe 
and opened it up to reveal her fully naked form.

Until now they hadn't gone much further than some serious heavy 
petting, and even that had been fully clothed out of fear of being 
caught in public. But here and now, with the entire house to 
themselves, they dared to express their love in the fullest possible 
sense.

However, Buffy was afraid of Willow's reaction, that she had some 
kind of flaw that would disgust Willow, that she wasn't beautiful 
enough.

But the look of wonder, the look of love, passion, and outright lust 
on Willow's face laid her fears to rest.

They kissed deeply; their tongues battled each other, the heat of 
their passion rapidly building.

Buffy firmly but gently moved Willow so that she was standing before 
the Slayer at the edge of the bed. Buffy then placed her hands on 
Willow's ankles and slowly trickled her fingers up her milky legs and 
thighs until they were underneath her nightie and resting at the top 
of her panties. Hooking her fingers into the elastic, Buffy pulled 
them down until they formed a puddle at Willow's feet.

Buffy hands then traveled back up Willow's legs, lifting the bottom 
of her nightie over the slight swell of her hips and revealing a red 
strip of hair pointing its way to heaven. The nightie eventually 
passed her small, pink tipped breasts and slipped over Willow's head 
to join her panties on the floor.

Buffy took a moment to savor the sight of the heavenly body that 
stood before her. Taking her by the hands, Buffy pulled Willow back 
to the bed with her.

The two lay facing each other; their hands caressing each other.

Willow's pale skin contrasted with Buffy's tan. Willow's fingers 
traced Buffy's hardening nipple and ran them around and under her 
breasts. They were larger than her own and with bigger and darker 
nipples. Her fingers traced down Buffy's abdomen and caressed the 
curve of her smooth backside and thighs.

Buffy raised her leg and Willow dipped her finger into the Slayers 
saturated core. She lent in and took Buffy's nipple in her mouth, 
teasing it with her lips and tongue. The Slayer closed her eyes and 
her moans began to build as Willow lavished her breasts and continued 
to stroke her most intimate of places. Without warning, Willow 
caressed Buffy's sensual button and her moans became cries as her 
back arced and her orgasm ripped through her.

As Buffy came down from her peak, Willow looked at her lover with a 
smile.

"You liked?"

Buffy stared at the red head with a glint in her eye.

"Lots. But not half as much as you'll like this."

Buffy kissed Willow's lips, then her neck. She captured the pale pink 
nipple with her lips and attacked it with her tongue. Willow's 
breathing deepened and a hiss escaped her lips. Ripples of pleasure 
radiated out from every point that Buffy touched.

The trail of kisses moved down; pausing as her tongue dipped into 
Willow's navel, causing her giggle. Then moan. Buffy filed that away 
in her mind for later use. The scent coming from Willow's sexual core 
was inviting and Buffy ran her nose down through the light fuzz of 
her red public hair.

Buffy gently parted Willow's legs to expose her swollen lips peaking 
out. Completely fascinated, Buffy took her time examining the 
beautiful flower that lay before her. Buffy had never really seen one 
so closely other than her own before and in wonder she opened the 
petal-like lips and saw its moist pink center. Hesitantly she lapped 
at the nectar, then with more gusto, she explored deeper with her 
tongue.

Willow moaned and sighed and every now and then she would squeal as 
Buffy found an erogenous zone. Willow looked down to see Buffy with 
her mouth clamped down on the sexual junction between Willow's 
thighs, her blonde hair mingled in with the red curls of her mound. 
Sweat beaded on Willow's forehead and her pale skin became flushed 
with arousal as she began gasping for the air needed to fuel the 
passionate fire that now burned intensely within her.

The hacker flopped her head back and gave herself up to the 
overwhelming flood of sensations Buffy was causing. Tension was 
building inside her. She could feel Buffy slide first one finger, 
then another into her. Slowly Buffy pumped them in and out matching 
the rhythm her tongue was setting. After a few moments, they changed 
positions so that Willow could likewise feast on Buffy.

It became a race to send the other over the edge. Tongues danced, 
fingers probed and caressed, teeth scraped, lips pulled and moans 
became louder as the sexual energy grew into a storm.

The sight, the smell, the taste, the sound, the feel of what was 
happening hit Willow in waves which were increasing with power and 
frequency as she ran her lips across Buffy's sensitive nub. The waves 
were almost continuous now. In a final desperate effort, Willow stuck 
her tongue deep inside Buffy's hot core and vigorously shook her head 
from side to side.

Buffy literally screamed her climax directly into Willow's very 
being. The waves broke inside Willow with massive force and the two 
lovers cried out as they thrashed and shuddered with the power of 
their release.

Willow's face was bathed with Buffy's sweet nectar as she drank it 
from her warm chalice. Buffy eventually lifted herself off her. They 
kissed, tasting themselves on each other as they did so. They held 
each other in comfortable silence as Buffy drifted off to sleep in 
the arms of her lover.

Willow watched her sleep, the look of peace on Buffy's face made 
Willow smile. All she needed now was Xander to spoon up behind her 
and she could truly die happy.

Willow raised her head to look at the clock on the bedside table.

One minute past midnight.

Willow whispered to the sleeping Buffy.

"Happy birthday."