Fic: Let the Games Begin 4/4

[Crys Loch <pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Willow finally let go with a grin. Then maybe youll let me watch you 
for real sometime.
Buffys head snapped to the side to see her friend. After a couple 
breaths, okay, was all she could say.
But now you owe me some details. Willow really wanted to hear the 
story. She also wanted to watch a turned on Buffy try to tell the tale.
Puzzled, Buffy asked for clarification. Huh?

Willow adjusted and got comfortable with the pillows and headboard 
again. Faith. Before and without the bad stuff. Cause that bit I know 
about. But Faith as in you did it with her. That story.
Oh. Right. Um. Okay. So, we were dancing at the Bronze after slaying. 
Real sexy with each other and all these guys were watching and I had to 
admit that felt so good. Anyway, she wanted to split and we were outside 
when I held her up asking why we were leaving. I remember she got this 
smirk on her face and asked me if I liked that, all those guys watching 
me. And I told her I did. And that I wanted to go back in there and let 
them watch some more. I was so turned on I didnt care. Then she told me 
she liked to watch me too. That did it. I couldnt hide my smile or the 
desire in my eyes. Gods Willow, right then I wanted anything, or 
everything. She backed me hard against the wall of the club and we 
kissed. I remember her thigh was raised between mine, pressing on me. I 
remember my hands were all over her breasts, her back, her ass. I 
remember we never stopped kissing. Buffy paused, she had to. She knew 
her hand had moved up under her shirt and she was playing with her 
breasts over her bra. She knew Willow was turned on as well. She wanted 
to slow things down a bit.
Buffy, you cant end there. Willow was having a hard time breathing 
and she knew that Buffy was aware of her reaction. She hoped Buffy 
wouldnt just end it like this.
Just catching my breath. Buffy smiled. It really does end about there 
anyway. A couple vamps came up the alley thinking we looked like easy 
snack food. Then the police came by looking for trouble-makers. Then we 
just didnt get it back, the rush. Soon after that night came all the 
stuff you know about.
Wow. Willow really wasnt thinking at the moment, not in the way to 
form words at least.
Willow, Buffy turned her head, still touching her body, still being 
watched, can we just do this, at least for a while, and well see where 
we snap? An idea was forming in Buffys mind.
Huh? Do what? Willow knew she had to jump start her brain again, but 
it was a little flooded at the moment.
Nothing. Well, nothing physical. Buffy was loving the effect she 
obviously had on her friend. We can talk. We can act. But we cant 
touch. Well not each other that is. And well see, how far we can go.
Oh, like a game. Willows brain was slowly working again. Okay yeah. 
But we need a safe-word. She was being to get into this idea too.
Huh? Explain the what-word.

Safe-word. A BDSM thing. A word agreed on that you can say when you 
want the play to stop or pause. Like in case you need friend-Willow not 
voyeur-Willow, only I dont know that. And you crying uncle or 
something like that isnt likely to make we want to stop. So its some 
weird word that isnt like no but is easy to remember too. Does that 
make sense?
Okay, well youve been researching, so you should know. What word 
should we use? Buffy understood for the most part which she thought was 
good enough given her current state.
Well, Ive been thinking, before you know, with research. How about 
Grace? Easy, and not something that you would usually cry out, yet 
strangely appropriate. Willow was really growing excited about this. A 
game, a sexual game. With Buffy. This was good.
Grace it is. Buffy committed it to memory as well as the use of it. 
She pulled Willows attention back by sitting up at the foot of the bed 
and facing her. Can I stay here tonight? I can be good if you use the 
word. I just dont want to walk home like this.
Willow eyes widened at Buffys movement and she smiled at the request. 
Yeah, of course you can stay. And I havent said the word yet.
Buffy smiled and slowly removed her shirt and bra. We shouldnt tell 
the others about this, right?
I have to tell Tara. The whole Im in an open relationship with her 
thing. But the others? If we play this in front of them to the point 
where they notice, well, then they are kinda a part of it and we should 
let them in on the whole thing. Safe-word and all. Willow took the 
morals of kink play very seriously.
Can we cause that disaster when we come to it? Buffy didnt want to 
think about that right now. She was removing her shoes and plotting ways 
to best remove her pants.
Yeah, good idea. Willow had lost her train of thought. Buffy was 
laying down on the bed again, undoing her pants, reaching inside to 
touch herself.
Willow just watched, barely breathing, pulse racing, as Buffy started to 
please herself. Moaning, Buffys hips moved up meeting her fingers, her 
pants still on. She slowly moved her hand, stroking herself as her other 
hand moved from one nipple to the other. Her eyes were closed, her lips 
parted, her breathing moving her whole body it seemed. Finally, she 
stripped herself of her pants, spreading her legs she inserted a finger 
before moving it back up to stroke her clit. It didnt take long, the 
whole night had been too much. And it seemed too soon before she was 
crying Willows name.
I did it. Buffy thought as she came down from the storm. She wasnt 
sure if she really could but now she did. And it felt so good.
Willow would swear she could feel every nerve in her body she was so 
turned on. She watched, she heard, she wanted nothing more than this. 
She removed some clothes for the nights sleep and invited Buffy under 
the covers beside her. Dousing the candles with a magic thought, she 
laid down to enjoy the buzz until sleep claimed it. Thank you, she 
whispered.
Mmm. My pleasure. Buffy honestly replied. After a pause, Dont you 
need to... I mean, didnt that turn you on?
Yes, gods yes. I just dont want it to end, this feeling. So, Im going 
to keep it all night till sleep takes it away. Willow tried to explain, 
but it was hard. Buffy?
Hmm. Buffy was fading now.

I love you. Willow hoped that would be heard the friendship way it was 
intended.
I love you, too. Then Willow heard the rhythmic breathing of Buffys 
sleep.
Morning would be alright, Willow told herself, playing images in her 
mind until they took her to further dreams.