SPOILER ALERT! CONTAINS STUFF FROMLAST 3 EPS OF SEASON 6! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!
Seduction of a Slayer
Conclusion
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Summary: What should have happened the end of season 6.
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Buffy felt Willow's lips on hers and was at a lost. THIS, she was not expecting! Her first instinct was to push her friend away, and she tried. But Willow wasn't having any of it. Her arms wrapped around the Slayer, her mouth hungrily tasting Buffy's. The blonde began to cease to resist, her own mouth beginning to enjoy the taste of the witch, and she embraced her, their bodies pressing hard against each other.
Air soon became an issue for both and each reluctantly let go of the other. Buffy looked at Willow her brain officially froze. What had just happened?
"Shouldn't look so surprised, Slayer," Willow purred, her fingers trailing up Buffy's thigh. " You've always known how I feel about you. "
Buffy snapped out of her haze, as Willow's hand slipped over her denim covered crotch.
"Will, what, this isn't you, you aren't you. You need help," Buffy stammered, trying to ignore the sudden heat between her legs.
"What I need, Slayer, is you underneath me, writhing in delicious ecstasy that only I can bring."
She unzipped Buffy's jeans.
"Will, no, please!" Buffy tried to stop her.
"Come on, Buffy," Willow cooed, a wicked grin on her face. "Don't tell me you don't want this, because that would be a lie. And lies never go unpunished."
Buffy swallowed hard, unable to look away from Willow's now emerald eyes. This was Willow, her Willow, but it wasn't, was it? This Willow had killed a human. Worse than killed, tortured then killed. And she went after two others. She was filled with dark magicks. She had torn Sunnydale apart in her quest for vengeance. No, this wasn't her Willow. Was it?
"I saw the way you would watch Tara and I. When we would hold hands, or give each other secret little smiles, you were envious." Willow slid Buffy's jeans down to the floor then reached for her panties, as she continued. "You wanted that to be you, Buffy." Willow's smile grew, as she slid a finger under the cotton." You want it, right now, Slayer. You're wet for it, for me. "
Buffy moaned without even realizing it and Willow leaned in and trailed her tongue slowly across the Slayer's neck, taking a gentle bite.
"Willow, please," Buffy gasped, not sure exactly what she was begging for.
" That's right, Slayer, get used to begging," Willow whispered, in her ear. " Because after I'm done with you, all you're gonna do is beg for more. "
She bit down again, this time a bit harder, her fingers slowly digging into the Slayer's warmth and Buffy moaned, Willow, oh my gosh, please, don't-don't- don't stop, oh help me, I want you Will, now, please, please, now, please."
Willow took them to the floor, where she grabbed Buffy's blouse and ripped in off. Following with the bra, Willow then placed her mouth onto Buffy's bare breasts, her tongue eliciting moan after
moan from the Slayer.
Willow took her time, teasing and tasting the blonde, savoring the sweetness of Buffy's heated skin, as well as each and every breath that fell from her lips.
Buffy was gone, lost in the pleasure her friend was giving, her fingers finding black hair and twisting. Everything was perfect, as it should be, when she felt Willow's fingers slip into her and she cried out, wanting more of the witch inside. Willow happily obliged the moaning Slayer under her, easing more of herself into Buffy's welcoming heat, moaning a bit herself as she felt the Slayer's body tighten around her.
“Willow," Buffy panted, tugging roughly on her hair. "Oh, Willow, yes, baby, yes! "
Willow bit down on Buffy's aching nipple and Buffy screamed, the pain so sweet it nearly sent her over the edge. Willow licked her way to the Slayer's mouth and kissed her, hard, now
thrusting fiercely and taking in her Slayer's cries, making them her own.
Buffy's body began to shake and Willow removed her lips, placing them on Buffy's neck and with one, final, ferocious thrust, she bit down and the Slayer abandoned everything, giving herself to the witch.
Willow smiled, cradling a weakened Buffy in her arms.
"You are mine, Buffy," she said, stroking damp, blonde hair.
"No one touches you but me, understand?"
Buffy nodded and managed a soft, "Yours Will, for always."
Willow kissed her tenderly on the lips and pulled her close.
"For always, my Slayer, for always."
FINISHED