Fic: Let the Games Begin 3/4

[Crys Loch <pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Okay well, it turns out Im something of a voyeur. I like to hear, I 
like to watch. Willow waited.

Okay, so that explains why you would like to hear what Tara has been up 
to. Have you watched? Buffy couldnt help it. This was hitting one of 
her kinks.

Nope. Shes not into that either. But I do get to hear the stories, 
thanks to the whole honesty thing. Well, this went better than 
expected, but she knew Buffy didnt get the implications yet.

So, whats the big? Why would I freak? Willow was still looking at her 
waiting for something, but Buffy didnt know what.

Willow took a big breath. Well, we used to be roomies, close quarters, 
no privacy. Waiting...

Oh. OH! Buffy didnt give what Willow was waiting for. She smiled, her 
eyes beamed, she stretched out on her side, head propped on her hand. 
You watched me. A statement.

Ah, yeah. You arent mad? Willow had felt a bit guilty about it for a 
while now.

My turn. One of my kinks, and a big one to admit mind you, is Im an 
exhibitionist. Gods, Wills, Im like the opposite of mad right now.

Buffy Summers, are you turned on? Willow kicked at the friend laying 
across the bed at her feet.

Hey, stop it. So you watched, whatd you see? She had to know, it was 
part of the whole thing.

You are, arent you? Willow was intrigued now and a part of her, 
probably kink #1, wanted to push and see how far all this could go. 
Well, youll have to wait to hear it all. Its your turn again. Tell.

Youre mean. Buffy returned to laying on her back, only with slight 
arches and stretches, a subtle pose. If she watched me then, is she 
watching me now? thought running through her mind.

Willow gave a short laugh. Your point? She replied, grinning evilly.

You know how good it feels to finally be able to say this stuff? 
Rhetorical question, and not expecting an answer, Buffy stretched as if 
finally released from bonds. Okay, so Angel and Faith, between all the 
bad and at times it was good, got me thinking.

Did you and Faith...? Willow interjected.

Once. But do you want to hear the real part or not? Buffy didnt quite 
want to be sidetracked yet.

Yes, but I want to hear the story in detail later.

Fine voyeur girl. Now as I was saying, they got me thinking and Faith 
really got me thinking about fun sex and sex for fun. And also about how 
much I loved it when people would just watch me. She was so open about 
the watching. Anyway then everything changed and you know about that and 
I put those thoughts in the bad category with everything else. Buffy 
knew she didnt have to explain too much. Willow knew the back-story.

Ouch. Wish I knew. We could have both used this talk a long time ago. 
Willow was beginning to get sad with the past thoughts and all and 
reminded herself of the joking provision.

I dont think high school would have been ready for that. Not that it 
survived anything anyway. But, moving on, we come to Riley.

Okay, see, I cant picture Riley and Kink together. Willow interrupted 
before she really thought. Oh, sorry Buffy.

No, its okay. Besides, its the truth and thats the point. I thought 
I had to have that normal life everyone kept talking about. And I 
thought slaying the American way with Mr. Good Guy was the only way to 
stay on the side of right. And he really was a good guy. But Willow, not 
only no kink, but so vanilla there wasnt even flavor toppings. Then 
you, not normal but still fighting for the forces of good. I started 
thinking again. So much made sense again to Buffy, she hoped it was 
making some sense to Willow.

Okay, so whats the kink? Willow knew Buffy had to get the background 
out of the way, just like she had to, but she really wanted to hear the 
good stuff.

What? Getting off on anyone who can cop a visual feel of my body isnt 
enough? Thats what it felt like to Buffy, so thats how she admitted it.

Both of Willows eyebrows shot up. Well, thats one way to put it. And 
I like the put by the way. I just thought there was other stuff too.

Well, every time I think about all the times Ive been chained up or 
chained someone else up, my brain kinda freezes so I dont know about 
that stuff yet.

Willow laughed a little at that. I know what you mean. I had to find 
some great stories on the net to get other visuals in the brain.

What? You dont want to picture all the times Ive been chained up? I 
think Im hurt. Buffy teased.

Well, I didnt see most of those times, but if you would like to 
re-enact...

This time Buffy laughed. Maybe someday... Buffy turned on her side to 
face her friend again. Willow was just watching her, eyes warm, an easy 
smile on her face, her body relaxed. She realized all this really was 
okay. You know what Im still trying to figure out, Will?

What? Willow was just watching Buffy, letting herself just relax into 
watching her friend. She could feel her pulse pick up. She knew her 
breathing got a little deeper.

What to do about the whole relationship thing. As in, I dont want. But 
one night stands? Not really my thing. And vow of celibacy out of the 
question. Buffy sighed and rolled back onto her back, a part of her 
mind knowing that Willow was watching her, her hand slowly pulling her 
shirt up slightly and tracing patterns on her skin in unconscious 
response. I just want...

What? What do you want Buffy? Willow felt her pulse jump into the next 
gear. She knew they were reacting to each other now. She knew they had 
to be careful.

I dont know. Something easy, casual, but intense. A sudden thought 
popped into Buffys head as she realized her shirt was now almost 
showing her bra. She was back to strictly staring at the ceiling but not 
wanting to douse the growing heat between them. Willow, what did you 
watch? Before, when we were roomies.

The sudden topic change almost tricked her, but then Willow saw the line 
of thought. The crossing over into details. Well, so much for being 
careful. Willow realized neither of them really wanted to. Um, well, 
you know, the regular. She couldnt quite begin this.

I havent got a clue what the regular is. Im sorry but youll have to 
be more specific. Buffy tried not to laugh, but she was glad this could 
stay so light.

Fine. You really want to hear this? Theres no creeps?

Is that okay? That theres no creeps? That... Buffy couldnt quite 
finish, but she had to. It was her turn to cross a line. Is it okay 
that I like that youve watched me, that you are watching me now? Are we 
okay? Cause I have no regrets about confession night, but Id never 
forgive myself if we ruin us. She stilled her hand, she held her breath.

Thats sweet, Buffy. Truth is, after everything weve been through that 
is life in Sunnydale, I dont think anything can ruin us. But this will 
add something to us. Itll be a little different.

Masala! Thats what I want! Buffy exclaimed as if making sense.

Huh? Willow couldnt help but smile. She loved it when Buffy did this.

Masala. You know how Ive been trying Indian food? Masalas a mix of 
spices, can be sweet, can be hot, or both. Depends on whos making it 
and why and like every family kinda has their own mix. Well be adding 
our own masala. Buffy explained and hoped it actually made sense this time.

Willow laughed. Okay, one friendship extra spicy it is. A pause to 
catch her breath and clear her mind. Details, huh? Well... I always 
watched you dress and undress cause you always did that in front of me 
anyway.

Big surprise there, huh?

Yeah well, at the time I felt guilty cause I just thought you were 
being straight friend and of course theres nothing to worry about here 
girl.

Sorry. And for the most part I was cause I didnt know you would want 
to be checking me out girl. No guilties needed, forget em. Besides, if 
I knew, I would have been much worse. Buffy smirked.

Okay, um, a couple times in the shower cause the curtain was open a 
bit. You know, Im feeling like a perv now, saying it out loud. Willow 
was squirming a little.

Yeah, well, um, that might have been on purpose. I kinda always kept 
the curtain open a bit. Kinda part of the kink. Are we? Pervs that is. 
Buffy was beginning to worry too.

Willow took a big breath. No. Well sort of. But thats one of the side 
effects of having a kink, right? It kinda makes you one by normals 
definition.

Oh yeah. That makes sense. Good, so we dont care then, right? Buffy 
gave a big grin again.

Right. Okay, but, I also watched you once when you had Riley over.

Really? Buffy looked puzzled but pleased. How?

Well, I was coming home, and it must have been early, cause you 
obviously werent expecting me. I could hear you through the door as I 
put the key in. So I didnt. Come in that is. But I did, well, I went 
around and watched through the window. Willow closed her eyes and 
quickly said the next part. Please tell me if youre mad. If I crossed 
the line. Cause it would be good to know. Where the line is. And then 
she just waited.

Buffy looked over at Willow, and imagined what it must have looked like, 
her and Riley. She stretched, she almost groaned. Her left hand rested 
on her thigh, her right hand again started stroking her skin. Willow. 
She tried to get her to open her eyes, to see her. Willow, Im not mad. 
Look at me.

Youre not mad? Willow opened her eyes, then opened them wider at the 
sight of Buffy.

Still like the opposite of mad, here. And going slowly crazy by the 
way. Was it sexy? Or strange? Or what?

Both. All. Mostly sexy. Willow kept watching. She could tell this was 
turning Buffy on.

If I ask you something will you just tell me the truth? Buffy thought 
to a few specific nights and she just couldnt wait to see if Willow 
said anything of them.

At this point? Willow laughed a little. Yeah, of course.

There were some nights, when I thought you were asleep and I, well you 
know, masturbated. But were you? Asleep? Or did you know? Buffy wasnt 
really sure which answer she hoped for and wasnt going to worry about 
it now.

Yeah, Willow admitted quietly. There were a couple times I knew.

Okay, can I tell you something now?

Again with the obvious yes. Willow waited.

That is the biggest turn on I can imagine. Buffy almost whispered the 
admission.