FIC: Only One Thing (2/2) 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.

***

Abruptly, Buffy flipped Willow, placing her forearm across her back and 
pinning the red head to the counter. Willow gave little struggle as the 
Slayer opened a drawer and pulled out the butcher twine used for tying 
chicken and roasts. She quickly looped the rope around the red head?s 
wrists, effectively restraining her.

A few seconds later, Buffy had Willow slung over the wood butcher block - 
one of the few items of her mother?s that was left intact. Willow?s feet 
barely touched the floor and her small breasts were smashed against the cool 
wood. The witch then heard several familiar sounds. A draw opening. The fly 
on Buffy?s leather pants being unzipped. Snaps being fastened.

Willow?s cunt jumped in expectation of what was to come. She could feel her 
wetness smearing across her thighs and the cool wood below her. She ached 
for Buffy, for what she knew Buffy was about to do. Ached and longed for the 
thick piece of rubber she knew Buffy had snapped into place to be inside 
her. Stretching her. Filling up and fattening her. She whimpered with her 
wanton need, spreading her legs slightly and pulling up against the chopping 
block. She twisted her hands around, straining against the twine that bound 
her, not wanting to be free, just wanting the Slayer.

Buffy watched Willow like a hunter surveying its captured prey, ready to 
pounce for the final kill. But Buffy wasn?t hunting Willow, she wasn?t 
waiting for a last ditch effort at escape. She was waiting for Willow?s 
plea. Waiting to hear the girl?s whimpered cry to be filled, fucked, and 
made use of. Buffy knew her Willow. Knew what Willow gave her, gave the 
Slayer - herself. Completely. Willow offered, and indeed, demanded that the 
Slayer take her and do with her what she wanted, anything she wanted. Willow 
gave all of herself freely because in the end, it was all that Willow could 
give. She needed to give as much as Buffy needed to have her.

Willow whimpered again, turning her head to try and catch Buffy in her view. 
The blonde stood just outside of the red head?s peripheral vision however, 
making Willow groan and whine in frustration. Buffy brushed her small, thin 
hand over Willow?s bottom, teasing the girl, but not giving anything away. 
The witch moaned and tried to push back, but to no avail. Again a needy 
whine came from her throat as Buffy drew her finger between the parted, pale 
globes of flesh in front of her, following Willow?s spine until her fingers 
met a splash of red hair.

Willow was shivering and shaking, moaning and moving against the wood below 
her, trying for friction against her sopping sex.

Buffy leaned over Willow, the very tips of her stiff nipples gently brushing 
against the witch?s shoulder.

?I need to hear you, baby.? Buffy told her lover. ?I need to know how much 
you want me.?

Willow moaned. ?Oh, Buffy...?

?Tell me, Willow.? The Slayer urged. ?Tell me what you want.?

?I want... Oh, Goddess, please...?

Willow groaned again, feeling Buffy?s hand slip up the inside of her thigh 
and her nipples trail loosely across her shoulder again. Buffy?s lips were 
at her ear.

?Tell me or I won?t.? Buffy?s voice took on a stern, authoritative tone. 
?Tell me or I?ll tie your ankles to the block?s legs and leave you here all 
night.? She continued, ?Tell me Willow. What do you want me to do??

?Fuck me.? Willow told Buffy, her voice small. ?Please.?

?What?? The Slayer asked. ?I couldn?t hear you.?

Buffy positioned the head of the rubber cock against Willow?s opening, 
causing the red head to gasp.

?Tell me.? Buffy instructed again.

?Fuck me.? Willow said again, her voice stronger as she tried to push back 
against the piece barely pressing against her. ?Fuck me, Buffy, please.?

The blonde slipped the head of the dildo along the red head?s slit, 
slickening it with her juices. She brought it back up to Willow?s opening, 
pressing a bit firmer, but not sliding it inside.

?You want this?? Buffy asked.

?Yes!? Willow nodded and moaned again as Buffy dipped the rubber in and then 
quickly out.

?You want this inside you, Will??

Buffy?s voice was low and almost cold, but Willow knew it had to do less 
with Buffy being cruel, and more with Buffy trying to keep her breathing and 
heart rate under control.

?Yes! Please!?

?You want me to fuck you with this? Fuck you hard and rough??

?Yes! Yes! Oh Buffy, please! Please fuck me!?

Willow panted and pleaded, moving her hips back, allowing the head of the 
Slayer?s cock to poke in and out of her even as Buffy just continued to 
stand still.

?I need you... need you... Buffy, please... I need you inside me... I-I?m 
nothing... I?m...
I?m nothing...? Willow continued.

With one hand, the slayer grasped the witch?s hip while with the other she 
wound locks of red around her fingers, making a fist. With one swift motion, 
Buffy slid the pink, rubber cock deep inside her lover, pulling back on her 
hair, and causing Willow to gasp and moan in response to both movements.

?No, Willow.? Buffy started when she felt the rubber tool at her center 
buried inside her beautifully tied up lover. ?Not nothing. Everything.? She 
told her. ?Everything I need.?

The Slayer slid her rubber cock almost completely out.

?Who do you belong to?? She asked the witch.

?You!? Willow shouted, turning her head toward her lover, her voice 
pleading. ?You... always you... only you.?

?Yes.? Buffy agreed.

She slid the strap-on cock inside Willow again, beginning a slow rhythm.

?You?re mine. Only mine.? Buffy told Willow as she began to fuck her.

She pushed deeper into Willow, leaning over the girl at the same time so 
that her lips brushed over the red head?s shoulder before meeting with her 
ear.

?And I?m yours, Willow.? Buffy whispered. ?I?ve only ever been yours?

?Buffy...?

Buffy let her hands roam up and over Willow?s body, pausing briefly to check 
and make sure the twine around her lover?s wrists weren?t causing harm. She 
reveled in the soft, delicate texture of the red head?s skin, noting the 
perspiration that had gathered under her arms, in the small of her back, and 
in the creases where skin pressed against skin. The Slayer moved her hips 
against Willow, pushing and pulling her rubber cock in and out of Willow?s 
grasping and weeping hole. The red head pushed back against her lover?s 
pleasuring movements as best she could, wanting more, needing more and more 
of her lover?s love deep inside her.

The blonde brought her hands around Willow?s shoulders, sliding them 
underneath the girl and pulling her up, catching the small, perky breasts in 
her hands. Willow moaned loudly at the handling of her body, a twinge of 
pain wrapping around her shoulders. She hung her head, her shiny, red hair 
falling down into her face. She moaned and groaned her approval open-mouthed 
as her new position provided friction against her engorged clit. Buffy?s 
nimble fingers rolled and squeezed her stiff, needy nipples; hips hitting 
her bottom again and again as Buffy fucked her cunt in a quick, steady 
rhythm.

?Buffy... Ohh, Buffy...?

Willow began to chant her lover?s name, feeling her orgasm approaching. 
Buffy sped up her movements, slamming her hips harder and harder against her 
lover. She rammed the rubber cock deep inside the red head, grunting and 
squeezing Willow?s nipples at the same time. Rough and hard Willow had 
wanted it, and Buffy always kept her promises.

?Yeah...? Buffy moaned, ?Yeah, baby, come on...? She urged her lover.

With every slam against her body, Willow let out a cry, squeezing her 
muscles around the rubber impaling her repeatedly. Her fingers curled 
against her palms just as her muscles tightened even further and the 
enormous rush of her orgasm crashed through her, sending a spray of 
brilliant color across her vision.

?Buffy!!?

Willow screamed, pulling the last syllable of her lover?s name into one 
long, drawn out affirmation of her pleasure.

The tremendous energy shiver reverberated throughout her entire body, 
rippling from her center, traveling down to and through her fingertips and 
toes, curling them in the process. She rode out her orgasm just as she 
continued to ride Buffy?s thick, rubber cock.

Buffy withdrew her hands from Willow?s breasts but continued to pound her 
sex, even as her lover arched and cried, writhed and shook with pleasure.

?That?s it...? Willow gasped. ?Yeah... don?t... don?t stop...?

?Never.? Buffy moaned, nearing her own orgasm as her sex bumped and rubbed 
against the harness she wore.

?Do it...? Willow continued. ?Fuck me... harder... faster... Buffy... do 
it...?

With Willow?s words, Buffy clasped her hands tightly onto her lover?s hips 
and brought them back to meet her forward thrusts. Harder and faster, she 
slammed into Willow?s body, sweat flying from her brow onto the red head?s 
back with her efforts.

Grunts, moans, and shouts of pleasure could be heard outside the 
Summers-Rosenberg home, but any bleached blonde vampire keen on interrupting 
or even mentioning such things would surely lose his head, souled or not.

The Slayer arched up, ramming the rod against her sex deep into Willow?s 
hungry core, squeezing her eyes shut tight and gritting her teeth against 
the orgasm that rocked her body. The shivers released from her center raced 
up and over her, but she rode them as Willow had earlier, continuing her 
motion against her lover, making sure to give Willow all of her effort, just 
as the red head would give Buffy all of hers.

And Willow was not lost on Buffy?s orgasm, silently pledging to give her 
several more before the night was up.

Just as the thought passed through her head, the witch felt Buffy slow down 
and then felt the cool, steel of Buffy?s dagger at her back.

?Don?t move, Will.? Buffy instructed.

The red headed witch stayed calm and still, never fearing her Slayer?s 
actions.

With a quick, clean slice, the twine holding Willow?s wrists together gave 
way and she was free. Buffy placed the dagger back on the counter where she 
had left it earlier and helped Willow move her arms back around in front of 
her.

?You didn?t have to.? Willow told her, her arms sore, but used to being in 
that position much longer.

?I had my reasons.?

Just as quickly as Buffy had caught up Willow with the butcher?s twine, the 
Slayer pulled out of the witch and flipped her. Their eyes met, one with 
hunger, the other in eager anticipation. Both were covered in a thin sheen 
of sweat, their breathing fast and deep.

Willow sighed, taking in the appearance of her half-nude lover. Full, firm 
breasts rose and fell with the Slayer?s breathing, their stiff, dark peaks 
straining and needy for touch. Larger, more defined muscles stood out on 
arms long since used to wielding swords and stabbing dull, wooden stakes 
through undead flesh and bone.

The red head?s inventory was cut short, however, as the blonde picked her 
up, wrapping her arms around her. In turn, Willow wrapped her legs around 
Buffy, and allowed herself to be lowered back onto the never soft and always 
ready cock.

?Aahh... Buffy...? Willow moaned, closing her eyes and squeezing her arms 
and legs around her strong lover?s frame.

?I got you, baby.?

?You like it when I ride you, don?t you?? Willow asked the Slayer, looking 
her in the eyes.

She pulled up, holding onto Buffy?s shoulders, and started to slowly move up 
and down the shaft.

?Oh, yeah?? Buffy breathed out, captivated by Willow?s movements.

The red headed witch let her eyes slip back closed, a look nothing short of 
pleasure masking her features as she began to ride Buffy?s cock in earnest. 
Buffy held the witch, one hand on each firm ass cheek, guiding the smaller 
girl?s body up and down in a quick, steady rhythm.

Buffy tilted her head up and caught Willow?s lips with her own. Their lips 
parted in hunger, tongues dashing back and forth between their mouths. Teeth 
scraping. Wet lips moving away and recapturing. Tongues slipping and sliding 
against one another.

Willow sped up her movements, her sex swallowing the rubber rod again and 
again. She felt like her entire being was blossoming, opening and welcoming 
more. She broke from the passionate kiss, a loud keen beginning in the back 
of her throat as Buffy held her lover tight.

?God you?re beautiful!? Buffy whispered in awe, as if she?d never seen 
Willow orgasm before.

Willow heard but did not respond to Buffy?s comment as her body shook and 
shuddered with the impact of her release. She held onto Buffy as tightly as 
possible.

?I love you. I love you. I love you.?

The witch said the phrase over and over, her lips brushing against Buffy?s 
mouth and cheeks while she continued to ride the strap-on, prolonging her 
orgasm.

?I love you,? Whispered Buffy with a strangled cry trying to reign in her 
emotion.

She felt Willow kissing the hot tears from her cheeks before the blonde 
realized she was crying.

Buffy lifted Willow up and carefully placed her back on the floor, unable to 
meet the girl?s eyes. Willow recognized this side of her lover. The 
fearful, almost embarrassed side.

With one quick motion, Willow detached the dildo from her lover?s harness 
and tossed it in the sink. She lifted her hands to Buffy?s face, running 
her thumbs along soft, moist cheeks.

?Don?t cry, baby.? Willow told her softly.

?But I??

?And I?? Willow gave her a soft smile before leaning in for small kiss. 
?You have nothing to worry about.?

Buffy glanced to the cut twine on the floor before chancing a glance at her 
lover. When she met Willow?s eyes, she found nothing but adoration and love 
there, yet she still couldn?t hold the gaze.

?Buffy, listen to me.? Willow started, nudging Buffy?s chin up so the blonde 
would look at her. ?I love you. Everything about you. Your strength, your 
courage, your tenderness, your passion, your hunger? everything. I love all 
of you.?

She leaned in and kissed Buffy softly before whispering her love once more.

?Did I hurt you?? Buffy asked, averting her gaze only briefly before staring 
back into dark, green pools.

?No more than I wanted you to.? Willow told her.

It was Willow?s standard answer. In everything they did, there was a level 
of violence, of control being handed from one to another. When Buffy came 
back to herself, scared that she had hurt Willow, the red head always gave 
the same answer, letting the Slayer know that there was nothing she did that 
Willow herself hadn?t wanted.

Willow sunk to her knees, pushing Buffy back against the kitchen cabinets. 
She pressed her face against the flat, firm tummy of her lover, inhaling 
deeply the sharp, musky scent that was the Slayer?s need.

?I love you.? She said again. ?Goddess, do I love you.?

With that, she finished undoing Buffy?s leather pants and pulled them down, 
loving that she wore no panties and she would have the task of cleaning the 
Slayer?s juices from the leather. The blonde kicked her pants away hastily 
as Willow quickly undid the harness, leaving her lover completely nude in 
front of her.

The red head trailed small, soft kisses down Buffy?s tummy to the top of 
each thigh, enjoying the slight tremble she felt in her lover?s legs and the 
moans escaping her lips.

?Willow?? Buffy moaned, leaning back and supporting herself on her elbows.

Willow nudged Buffy?s thighs a little further apart and the Slayer complied 
immediately. Buffy?s wetness was plain to see. Her swollen lips and trimmed 
curls glistened, as did the very tops of her inner thighs where her need had 
smeared in her effort to please Willow. The red head would have liked 
nothing more than to lap up ever last bit of Buffy?s nectar, but she knew 
what the Slayer needed and Willow wasn?t going to waste any time in bringing 
her lover the release she needed.

Without any more delay, Willow leaned in and began a steady assault on 
Buffy?s sex, licking and sucking the swollen, slick flesh for all she was 
worth. Buffy?s clit was hard and exposed and the witch pulled it straight 
into her mouth, thrashing her tongue against it. Buffy could feel her heat 
spreading, building in her thighs and stomach.

The red head held Buffy open, spreading her folds as she dove deeper with 
her tongue, her teeth. She licked around her lover?s engorged button, sucked 
and nibbled on it, holding Buffy as steady as possible as the strong blonde 
jerked her hips in pleasure.

?Oh! Right there? yeah, baby? yeah? oh? yeah??

Buffy?s hand held Willow in place, fingers entwined in thick, red locks. 
Willow?s face, her mouth firm against the blonde. Buffy loved the power she 
felt when holding her lover to her, and Willow loved the power she felt, as 
she was the one giving the Slayer her much needed release.

As the waves of Buffy?s orgasm began to subside she dropped to her knees in 
front of Willow, capturing the red head?s face in her hands and leaning in 
for a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on the witch and loved 
every bit of it, letting the erotic effect stoke the fire that still burned 
between her thighs.

?I love you, Willow.?

She kissed Willow?s chin, cheeks, and nose, the two girls clinging to each 
other.

?I love you, Buffy.? Willow told her, cupping the girl?s face. ?And I think 
I can keep loving you all night.?

Buffy quirked an eyebrow.

?Not tired??

?You act surprised.? Willow giggled. ?Baby, I?ve had years to build up my 
stamina.?

?Oh, I know??

Buffy pulled Willow in for another deep kiss, their lips opening, their 
tongues tumbling over and against each other.

?Buffy?? Willow started when they broke the kiss, needing to breathe. ?I 
need you to know??

?I do.?

?You do??

?Yeah. Uhh? I think so? what are we talking about??

Willow rolled her eyes and poked her lover playfully.

?I need you to know that you?ve never hurt me.? Willow started, turning 
serious. ?And I need you to know that I can take whatever you? whatever the 
Slayer can give.?

Buffy looked down, a shadow falling over her lighter mood.

?Buffy, look at me.?

The blonde looked up and didn?t look back down when their eyes met.

?Not only can I take whatever you can give. I want it. I-I want all of it. 
You were so worried about the rope tonight. We?ve done far more. Tonight was 
nothing compared to times before.?

?So far.? Buffy smiled and wiggled her eyebrow.

?Oh? please tell me that?s a promise.? Willow grinned.

Buffy turned serious again.

?I did know that, though.? She stroked Willows cheek with her fingertips. 
?About you being okay with this, with what we do? I just worry. You know me? 
I worry about everything.?

?I know.?

?And I have to check in. I have to make sure.?

?I know that too.? Willow leaned into Buffy?s continued caress. ?A-and I 
love that you do. But you know I have to too, right? Check in, I mean.?

?Yeah, I do.?

?No matter what we do, or how long we?ve been together, I-I guess it?s a 
good idea? to always make sure.?

?I think you?re right.?

?Well, if you?d just accept that as a given?? Willow trailed off and winked 
at her lover.

Buffy rolled her eyes before pulling Willow in for another deep kiss. It 
lasted only a few seconds, but sparked anew their passion for each other.

?Now take me upstairs and have your way with me, Slayer.?

Buffy growled her response before jumping to her feet and throwing Willow 
over her shoulder. She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the island before 
heading for the stairs.

She was still hungry after all.

On the way to their bedroom, Willow made a mental note to clean the kitchen 
before Xander and Anya came over for dinner. Her work was never done.

end.



"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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