FIC: Only One Thing (1/2) NC-17

["Red Willow" <reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Only One Thing
Author: Red Willow
Email: reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx
Archive: papa-bear.com/RW/
Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant 
Enemy, and all them other peeps. i'm just using them to make my own fun. 
Girl/Girl lovin' - you no like, you no read.
Distribution: Just ask first.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/W
Summary: PWP, baby! Buffy comes home from patrol... but! this is set in the 
future - think 10 years. there's reference to S7 not happening... and some 
things in S6 are different. makin' my own fun, remember?
Author's note: This one's for Mudrat - the keeper of my heart. thank you.

***

Buffy was horny.

And maybe a little bit hungry, as slaying did tend to make her crave a 
nonfat yogurt or seven.

She had patrolled five of the twelve or so cemeteries in her hellmouthy 
little ?Dale, dusting a dozen vamps easily with Mr. Pointy. It was in 
Restfield, where she killed two Deformis demons that attempted to loot the 
Agelaide crypt that the Slayer decided she?d head home for the night.

She did a quick check of the crypt to see if anything had actually been 
disturbed, making a mental note of the name so she could inform Giles of it 
in the morning. The battle left her breathless with a few minor injuries, 
but far from broken. The two Deformis demons had given her a good fight, 
swatting her with their taloned hands and trying to slow her down with the 
mucus that wept constantly from their mouths, but Buffy was not deterred.

She swept that way and this with her feet, tripping one and connecting a 
fierce upper cut to the other. Her sword sliced through the air, leaving 
barely a trace as the strong metal arched and turned in a fast blur, 
following the movements of the Slayer?s arm and the quick flicks of her 
wrist easily.

But the fight was just a glimmer of a memory as Buffy walked the 3.8 miles 
back to her house.

There was only one thing on her mind.

And only one red headed witch that would quench her hunger.


***

Willow loved this part.

Not the waiting, though. The waiting made her worried, scared. The waiting 
caused her to run her hand through her hair again and again and chew her 
nails down to the quick. The waiting made her scowl at Buffy?s insistence 
that the Slayer was perfectly fine on her own and the days of Willow and the 
rest of the scoobies accompanying her on patrol were over.

Buffy insisted that they?d all been hurt too many times. That too much was 
at risk now that Xander and Anya had their son, and Willow was hers to look 
after. Willow pointed out that Buffy didn?t mind taking Dawn on patrol when 
she was home from school. Buffy, in return, would point out to Willow that 
having been made from the Slayer, Dawn had a natural tendency to heal 
quickly. Also, Dawn shot a mean crossbow.

Willow knew Buffy was right. They weren?t in high school or even college 
anymore. Buffy had outlived her expected mortality rate, and indeed, had 
outlived her three replacements, which meant she could have retired a long 
time ago. The Slayer loved the hunt, however, and so Willow had given up 
trying to convince her blonde love to hang up her stakes.

And Willow knew that Sunnydale just wasn?t the same hellhole town it used to 
be. There was another hellmouth in Cleveland that Faith?s replacement, 
Candy, was looking after. It was the new demony place to be, apparently. 
That didn?t stop the vamps from feeding off of the civilians of Sunnydale, 
but vamps were a far cry from hell-gods and demon mayors.

Willow had been sitting on the couch during her rumination, turned halfway 
so she could easily glance out the window and survey the street for her 
Slayer. When she saw Buffy making her way up the sidewalk, that familiar 
swagger in her hips, the determined look in her eyes, Willow?s face broke 
out into a huge grin. She swept her hand through her hair one last time and 
got up, making her way into the kitchen, her worry gone.

The waiting was over.

Oh yeah, she absolutely loved this part.

***

Buffy made her way around to the back yard, not even giving the spot where 
she had lain with Warren?s bullet lodged in her a second glance. She never 
really thought about that day, simply glad that Willow was able to stop 
Warren from finishing the job by magically flinging the gun from him and 
binding him within some glowing sphere until she could heal Buffy and call 
the cops. Buffy didn?t know what she would?ve done to Warren if that bullet 
had hit her Willow.

She saw the red head standing next to the sink, facing the window but not 
looking out it. It looked liked Willow was washing dishes. Buffy was 
doubtful. Willow was never one to have perfect timing, yet, night after 
night, Buffy came home to Willow just finishing the dishes, the front of her 
shirt slightly damp. The blonde had learned not to question these little 
things long ago, however, and simply welcomed whatever game the red head 
wanted to play.

Buffy watched Willow for just a moment, noting the well-known curve of the 
witch?s neck, the soft locks of red that curled slightly just above her 
shoulders, and the beautiful, porcelain white skin that she had enjoyed 
pressing her own tanned body to countless times.

Willow?s tongue darted out, absently licking her bottom lip before 
disappearing again. Buffy gulped and closed her eyes, moaning softly as the 
urge to rip the door off its hinges washed over her.

The Slayer was in the kitchen and behind Willow in under a whisper, wrapping 
her arms around the red head and sinking her face against the delicate curve 
of Willow?s neck. She inhaled deeply the lovely oil that her witch had mixed 
for perfume, something consisting of patchouli, lemongrass, and orange that 
delighted the Slayer?s senses and made her nose tingle to find out what 
other lovely smells wandered about Willow?s body.

?I missed you.? Willow said softly, slipping her wet hands up and over 
Buffy?s neck, holding her close.

?Will,? Buffy whispered, ?you?re shirt?s all wet.?

?Oh, Gosh?? The red looked down at herself, feigning surprise. ?Guess I 
should take this off.?

?Uh huh.?

Willow lowered her arms and started the slow, teasing task of removing her 
shirt.

Buffy was in no mood to wait tonight, however, wanting to see the beautiful 
body of her lover. She lifted the shirt swiftly from Willow?s tiny frame, 
dropping it without ceremony behind them. The witch simply smiled; glad to 
know her Slayer had been challenged during her patrol. Willow knew from 
experience that the better the battle and the more challenge Buffy faced, 
the more aggressive and eager her Slayer would be.

And Willow loved every bit of it.

?Need you.? Buffy whispered, hoarsely.

?Then have me.? The red head replied, turning in Buffy?s arms and pressing 
her lips to the hungry Slayer?s.

That was all Buffy needed.

Willow was lifted and placed on top the counter with Buffy standing between 
her legs and Buffy?s lips pressing more firmly against hers. There was no 
prompting from either of them to part and invite with their lips, it was 
just a natural progression, a routine their mouths and tongues knew well.

Willow moaned into the kiss as she felt Buffy eagerly suck her tongue. She 
wrapped her legs around Buffy?s waist pressing against toned muscles, and 
wiggled her tongue free, encouraging Buffy to follow after it. Their tongues 
slid over and against one another?s easily, without skill or thought. Their 
lips pressed and parted, strayed and went back for more again and again.

The sensation and taste of Buffy?s tongue in Willow?s mouth was nothing 
compared to what she knew lay ahead.

But it was a damn good start.

The Slayer caressed Willow?s lower back, loving the way her lover?s soft 
skin felt under her strong hands. She let her hands roam briefly over her 
red head?s slim form, caressing her back, shoulders, arms and stomach. She 
just wanted touch. Any touch. The touch, heat, and scent of her lover was 
all Buffy wanted.

Slowly, Buffy broke the kiss, giving Willow?s lower lip one last tug, and 
stepped back from her. Buffy gazed at her lover with both adoration and 
lust. She swept her eyes over the soft swoop and swell of Willow?s chest and 
small breasts hidden behind a black cotton bra, down across a flat tummy, 
and up again, resting on Willow?s neck, where Buffy could plainly see the 
red head?s pulse beating strong.

?You are so beautiful.? Buffy told Willow, still concentrating on the 
rhythmic pulse at Willow?s neck.
?Every time I see you,? She continued, ?That?s the first thing I think.?


Willow blushed, the color spreading down her neck and across her exposed 
top. But there was a smile on her face as well. No matter how much of a 
hurry Buffy was in, no matter what had transpired between them, and no 
matter how long the couple had been together, Buffy never failed to stop to 
appreciate the beauty that was her Willow. She never failed to tell Willow 
exactly how she felt. Unfortunately, no matter what she felt for Buffy, and 
no matter the passion or time spent between them, Willow still hadn?t 
managed to shed her embarrassment when it came to open appraisal of her 
body.

?And even more so when you blush.? Buffy added.

She didn?t give Willow time to respond though. Buffy?s arms once again 
found themselves wrapped around the red head as she leaned in and met her 
lips to Willow?s neck, her tongue darting out to lick the pulse point. 
Teeth scraped over skin before the soft flesh was taken into her mouth and 
she marked Willow as hers.

Willow moaned against Buffy?s touch, against her teeth and tongue that were 
playing over the tender part of her neck. She laced her slim fingers in 
Buffy?s golden locks and pulled her closer, luxuriating in the feel of the 
Slayer possessing her.

In one quick move, the Slayer unclasped Willow?s bra and let it fall to the 
floor to join the witch?s shirt. Soon her mouth replaced fabric as the 
blonde first licked one stiff, dusty peak then covered it completely with 
her lips. Buffy loved the feel of Willow?s erect nipples in her mouth, 
pressing against her tongue, against her lips. It was something the Slayer 
never tired of.

Willow reclined slightly, letting Buffy have full range of her exposed body. 
Her lover rolled and licked the erect flesh of one breast with her mouth, 
while the other received attention from Buffy?s experienced hand. She 
rolled, squeezed, and tugged the stiff peak with vigor. The moans and 
groans emanating from her lover?s throat spurred her on and caused her need 
to puddle.

Buffy moved from one breast to the other, eliciting more soft, affirmative 
moans from her lover. Instead of switching hands as well to attend to the 
puckered, erect flesh that her mouth had abandoned for its twin, the blonde 
slayer moved both her hands down Willow?s side, only half noting the quiet 
squirm under her fingertips as the red head tried to fight the tickle. As 
Buffy twirled her tongue around Willow?s nipple, gently scraping her teeth 
over it as well, her hands found the waistband of tight blue jeans and 
within a few seconds, had the button-fly undone.

?Oh, Buffy...? Willow sighed, running her hand through blonde tresses, 
anticipating what her lover would do next.

Buffy moaned against Willow?s nipple as her hand slid past the parted jean 
material to land on the soft silkiness of the red head?s panties.

Willow was wearing Buffy?s favorite.

Buffy brought her mouth from Willow?s breast to her neck, licking softly and 
whispering her fondness for Willow in this particular pair of panties. The 
witch lifted herself, putting her weight on her hands and allowed Buffy to 
remove her jeans. Buffy dragged them down Willow?s legs, adding the pair to 
the pile of clothes that were quickly accumulating there. The Slayer 
stepped away from her lover only briefly, taking in the sight of the 
beautiful creature before her. Smooth, creamy white skin with a splash of 
red for hair. Stiff, dusky peaks jutting out on her chest, and silky black 
covering what Buffy knew to be bare, soft, and pink.

The Slayer licked her lips and felt the burning heat in her center grow 
hotter, fiercer. She wanted to remember every single moment with Willow. 
Every single touch. Every word, every moan, every whimper. She wanted to 
remember every curve and swell of Willow?s body, learning it again and again 
every time they made love.

The witch looked at her lover, the Slayer, smiling at the way Buffy marveled 
over her, knowing that if things hadn?t changed in the time they?d been 
together, it was a good bet it never would. And Willow loved that idea. She 
had never had a thought that anyone could make her feel how the Slayer did. 
No one would treat her so well, love her so much, or be so devoted to her as 
Buffy. Willow felt special, and she knew to be the lover of the oldest 
living Slayer, she really must be.

But Willow wanted Buffy and the Slayer was taking way too long.

Willow did so hate the waiting.

***

Buffy pressed her face against the soft silk of Willow?s panties, nuzzling 
the area just above her more sensitive spot. She could smell the red head?s 
desire, basked in the sweet, musky scent she craved so often. The material 
felt wonderful against her cheeks, nose, chin, and lips. It was soothing to 
Buffy. Coming home after a good battle, riled up and ready with a passion 
that was hard to control, Buffy found a quiet peace in the gentle arms of 
her lover; in the exploration her Willow was so patient in allowing. Buffy 
could not only smell her lover?s need, she could feel it pouring off the 
little red head.

Buffy began to remove the black, silky panties, sliding them slowly down 
Willow?s thighs. She followed their journey with small, soft kisses that 
left a trail from the witch?s center to her knee. Then the panties were no 
longer a part of Willow?s body, but hung from one slender finger.

?Oh, god...?

Buffy swallowed hard, bringing the panties up between her and Willow. 
Willow grinned, knowing Buffy could see the stain Willow had made in her 
hungered wait for the Slayer to return.

The Slayer inhaled, having shed any embarrassment of such an act years ago.

?Taste.? Willow instructed.

Buffy brought the black panties to her mouth and closed her eyes, sucking 
the soft material against her tongue and tasting Willow?s essence.

?I told you I missed you.? Willow whispered, with a crooked smile.

Buffy grinned, arching an eyebrow. ?I guess so.?

The panties were lost to the floor as Buffy bent to continue her exploration 
of Willow?s body. She moved up the other thigh, pausing only briefly at 
Willow?s sex, inhaling deeply and kissing softly the bare, pink, glistening 
flesh of her love.

Willow moaned, hoping Buffy would just dive in and eat her with the ferocity 
she knew the Slayer possessed. But Buffy had other ideas. She moved up 
Willow?s stomach, kissed up and over one breast, then the other, worshipping 
her red-haired Goddess. She brought her soft, moist lips in contact again 
and again with Willow?s collarbone, her shoulders, and neck. Willow could do 
no more than melt under the soft, attentive touch of her lover, moaning and 
sighing her pleasure.

She kissed Willow?s ears, her forehead, her nose and each cheek. When she 
got to the corner of the red head?s mouth, Willow turned and grabbed her, 
bringing their mouths together forcefully and slipping her tongue between 
Buffy?s parted lips.

Buffy growled, tightening the grip she had on the soft flesh of Willow?s now 
bare waist even more.

Willow growled back, challenging the Slayer.

And the Slayer did love a challenge.

***

Willow snatched at Buffy?s clothes, tugging this way and that to be rid of 
the offending material so she could feel the hot, toned flesh of her lover. 
The smell of graveyards and those that were prone to walk there was evident 
on the Slayer, but it had been years since it bothered Willow. Now it was 
part of the unique Slayer scent and made the witch?s blood boil to think of 
Buffy battling, of swinging fierce punches, of wielding a sword, or throwing 
stakes.

Her sex throbbed and wept for her lover, as was obvious by the stain on her 
panties. She wanted Buffy. Inside her. Stroking her. Licking and sucking 
her. She wanted Buffy?s passion and fierce loving. And she didn?t want to 
wait any more for it. She needed the Slayer to know that it was okay; that 
she didn?t have to hold back any more and could lose a bit of the control 
her lover had been hanging on to. Willow loved the way Buffy took the time 
to appreciate her and show her love, but Willow also loved the way Buffy 
took her and pounded that love into her. She ached for Buffy?s rough touch, 
for her hungry mouth and hard grunts and eager hands.

The Slayer?s shirt and bra were a distant memory before they hit the floor 
as Willow pressed her hands flat against Buffy?s ampler breasts, catching 
stiff flesh in the curve between thumb and forefinger. She brought her mouth 
to Buffy?s shoulder, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh and sucking, 
making the first of many love bites for the night. Willow had the same 
instinctual need the Slayer had - to mark what was hers. The pair wore their 
love out in the open, marks signifying their passion in random patterns 
along their bodies.

Roughly, Buffy pushed Willow back, snatching at her legs to spread them far 
apart. One foot rested firmly against the rim of the sink just to Willow?s 
right, while the other was lifted and placed on Buffy?s shoulder. Willow 
groaned when she saw the bolt of desire rush through her lover just as the 
blonde ducked down to leave a bite of her own on Willow?s inner thigh, 
sucking the tender flesh, tugging and pinching it with her teeth in the 
process.

?Buffy...? Willow moaned and arched up, fully prepared to take what her 
Slayer would give.

?Willow...? Buffy responded, her breathing heavy, ready to let her passion 
unfold fully. ?I?m going to fuck you so good.?

The red headed witch groaned in response, knowing Buffy wouldn?t fail in her 
promise. She entwined her fingers in the blonde?s hair just as Buffy dipped 
down further and took the first sampling of her Willow. They moaned in 
unison. Willow?s sex was soaked and Buffy was more than eager to lap up 
every last bit.

Buffy opened her lover with her tongue, tasting the rich musky elixir she 
loved so much and began licking around Willow?s engorged button. She dipped 
down, swirling her tongue around the red head?s entrance and then moved back 
up. She licked and sucked on Willow?s swollen, glistening folds. One 
strong arm wrapped around Willow?s thigh as she met with her clit again, 
preparing for Willow?s reaction.

As expected, Willow jerked her hips up when she felt Buffy?s tongue dart out 
and swipe across the exposed and hard nub. She bit her bottom lip and 
moaned loudly, hoping to encourage her Slayer to keep going. Her Slayer was 
encouraged all right. Buffy wrapped her soft, yet determined lips around 
Willow?s clit and pulled it into her mouth, thrashing her tongue back and 
forth against it.

?Yes! Oh Goddess, yes!? Willow cried out.

She gripped the back of Buffy?s head with one small hand while the other 
continued to help support her on the countertop. She moved her hips against 
Buffy?s face and her working tongue and lips. She was close already and knew 
Buffy wouldn?t relent until she gave Willow the pleasure she so desired.

The Slayer strayed away from direct stimulation of Willow?s clit only 
briefly, dipping lower to lap up more of her lover?s creamy goodness. With 
the flat of her tongue, Buffy massaged the area just under Willow?s clit, 
feeling it pulse under her ministrations. The witch squirmed. It felt so 
damn good to have Buffy doing what she was, but Willow wanted to be in 
Buffy?s mouth, wanted her clit between her lover?s teeth when she came.

And Willow was so close.

The blonde gave Willow just what she needed. She brought her lips around 
Willow?s engorged clit, clutching it between her teeth, and began sucking 
mercilessly.

?Buffy!!?

Willow arched up against Buffy and let out a long, pleasured cry as the 
waves of her first orgasm rushed through her.


cont...





"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his 
heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them 
they sound like beautiful music." -Soren Kierkegaard

"i believe baby dolls should have realistic clits so baby dykes can start 
getting used to it!" -Alix Olson

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