The Wiccan and Slayer

by Ivy Gort

Copyright © 2003

exiled@runbox.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse:  http://mysticmuse.net
Spoilers: Season 4.
Feedback: This is the first NC-17 I've ever written, be kind but if you have suggestions to make it better let me know.
Author's Notes: Ann Marie is the Great Goddess!
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Buffy stood in the doorway watching her best friend cry in the dark. Oz left a few days ago and Buffy just didn't know what to do to help the Wiccan. She had an idea of how to help her but Buffy had just chalked that up to overactive Slayer hormones. Still, she had always been aware of how Willow watched her and she wondered if her idea wouldn't work. Buffy knew that Willow was in love with the Slayer.

The Slayer had always been attracted to Willow; the Slayer had loved the sleepovers during high school. She'd loved Willow without make-up, loved the natural smell of the redhead when the girl had just stepped out of the shower. The Slayer was nearly uncontrollable whenever Willow wore just the tee-shirt and jeans that accented her incredible beauty.

That was the Slayer; Buffy was different.

Buffy liked men, liked their hard bodies. She liked the way she could bruise them and they kept coming...or should she say, coming back for more.

Still...Men bored her. Not in bed, it was out of bed that they bored her. Take Riley for example: he had everything Buffy wanted in a lover-stamina, stamina and more stamina. Yet, he was inane and childish out of bed.

I bet Willow would be a wonderful lover, Buffy thought. Maybe the Slayer was right. Buffy pulled herself back for the first time, letting the Slayer come out and play. She trusted in the Slayer's love and protective feelings to keep the hunter from doing anything that Willow didn't want.

The Slayer, realizing her freedom, wasted no time in closing the door to their dorm room. She had no idea how long she had before her host took back control of the body. So she needed to make every moment last.

She wasn't used to talking, she was all action. Buffy only released her during the hunt, the fight, the kill. She stood looking at the Wiccan in the dark, fully aware that while she could see Willow, the redhead couldn't see her.

"Buffy? Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" Willow asked, sitting up, drying her tears and turning on the bedside lamp.

The Slayer watched Willow sitting up in bed the same way she would watch her prey. It took her sensitive eyes a few moments to adjust to the harsh, bright light. She could smell the clean scent of the redhead; she opened her mouth so she could taste the fresh smell. Her mouth began to water in anticipation of running her tongue along the pulse points of Willow's body.

"Buffy?" Willow questioned her again and the Slayer tried to answer her with words...not merely actions.

"I…Want..." She tried to force out the question and couldn't because of the incredible beauty before her. Willow was dressed in a simple overlarge tee-shirt.

"I… want you?" She asked the redhead hoping that those were the right words to use. She wasn't sure when saw confusion on her prey's face. The Slayer didn't know how long she had, this was the first time her host had allowed her this freedom. She backed the words up by slowly walking over to Willow and sitting shyly on the bed next to her…

I knew Buffy was standing in the doorway of our room. It was late and I was crying…again. That seemed to be the theme of my nights now that Oz was gone. To my credit I really did try to hide it from her. She didn't need to deal with a roommate who was falling apart at the seams. She was having enough trouble handling her own latest love disaster.

Why, oh why, couldn't Buffy see the badness in the men that she chooses? I mean, corn-fed Iowa boy was just as bad as Angelus in his own way. Only his evilness was hidden behind politeness.

Why is she just standing there? Why doesn't she come all the way into the room? This is strange. I feel a tension forming in the pit of my stomach. And I know I'm reacting to the strangeness that is Buffy at the moment.

Finally! She closes the door and walks further into the dorm room. Then she just stops in the middle of the floor. I can hear her breathing deeply and now I think that she's injured. I dash the tears out of my eyes.

"Buffy? Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" I ask her as I sit up and turn on the light…and she flinches away from it.

I know something is up with her because I know who it is standing before me.

The Slayer.

Being Buffy's best friend I'm required to notice things and one thing I noticed early on, is that Buffy and the Slayer are separate. She keeps an intense ironclad control over the Slayer because...well I don't know why, she just does. I could always tell when the Slayer was in control by her blue eyes. Buffy's eyes were hazel.

The Slayer is watching me intently and that makes me nervous. Not the fear for my life kind of nervous but in the warm fuzzies racing up my spine kind of way. I think another thing that's required of the Slayer's best friends is that we all have crushes on her.

Xander and I.

No, not on Buffy, Xander has a crush on Buffy, I don't have a crush on her, she gives out nothing but straight vibes. I have a crush on the Slayer. You know, the one who can kill a vampire by ripping its head off its body, the one that lives for the hunt, the kill?

Yes, I do believe that I am sick. First I fall in love with a Werewolf and then I fall for a killer of demons.

What's that about batting a thousand?

I watch fascinated as she opens her mouth and tastes the air. Then I realize that it's my scent she's after, it's my scent she's smelling. I can feel a blush begin to spread over my face. A low heat begins to burn its way up from my center.

I've had dreams of the Slayer coming home after the fight, after the battle like this and just...No, I won't go there. Something must be wrong for Buffy not to be in control.

Still…My heart rate is going up, I can feel the sweat break out and tickle my breasts as it rolls down between them. My nipples are suddenly so hard it hurts as they brush the soft cloth of my shirt.

The anticipation for what could come next is driving me wild. Where is Buffy and why hasn't she reeled in the beast like she used to do in high school? This is my secret dream and fantasy.

I never told anyone of it for fear that they would commit me.

But, when Oz would kiss me it was her I was kissing back. When Oz was inside of me, it was her fingers I imagined.

She's standing there in all her beauty, taking huge breaths and I can't stop my body from reacting to her as I release moisture. My mouth is so dry I can't form words and yet I'm getting so wet…

"I...want…" The Slayer struggles to find the words. It seems important to her that she says something or maybe she's asking me?

"I...want you?" She finally squeezes the words out and I just sit there with my mouth open.

What did she say?

What do I tell her? Do I even have to say the word yes? Maybe I should say yes to keep Buffy from getting upset later when she returns from...wherever she goes when the Slayer is in control.

Maybe this a spell? Like the bad beer spell? In that case I should be finding a way to counteract it instead of sitting here watching her walk over to my bed.

I so want to say yes to her…as I sit here wondering at the moral implications of saying yes; the Slayer decides that it's time to act. She picks up my hand and gently places it above her heart.

"I-I love you." She tells me as I feel her heart pounding so hard in her chest that I think it might explode at any second. Any doubts I ever had about whether or not she loved me fly out the window. And for the first time since...well, come to think of it, I have never felt this way. So it's the first time period.

She holds my hand against her heart as she slowly uses her other hand to touch above my heart. The touch is so light that I barely feel it; only my heart knows her hand is there because it suddenly kicks into a higher gear. I feel it pounding against my chest and I sure hope that everything is alright in there because if its not then…

Something is growing inside of me and I don't know what it is – it’s right where I – she pulls down the covers, watching my face as she does it.

She is still fully dressed and she sits next to me on the bed, never taking her eyes from mine. The heat from her next to me is adding to my fire. She takes her finger and traces my jaw with it; her touch slightly tickles as she runs her hand through my hair. Gently she cups the back of my head and tugs me forward so that our lips meet.

Her lips are soft and dry as we touch. I am shocked that I'm thinking of the Slayer in terms of gentle and soft. I always thought she would be animalistic and hard. Her tongue begins to stroke my lips asking for me to open my mouth – only it's more than just the contact of our bodies – as I intensify the kiss something else opens inside of me.

I always thought she would be aggressive but she isn't. I feel my shirt being lifted and I break the kiss long enough for her to pull it over my head. She pushes me down so that I'm laying flat on the bed and then stretches out on top of me. Now I can feel the heat coming off her body in waves, warming me in a way that I didn't know could be done. She's still kissing me; it's not like how Oz kisses or even how Xander did during the fluke. She's forceful only in the sense that she wants to feel the different textures, find all the places that that I'm sensitive to, memorize what this feels like.

She's patient, she's oh so patient, and for the first time I get the idea that I am her prey. Only she's not hunting for the kill, but for the release.

One of her hands begins to stroke down my neck, gliding over my throat and down my arms. Then her mouth follows it, she's licking, and tasting, stopping as it nears the pulse in my neck. She traces all around it leaving it for the last and as she nips it with her blunt teeth the fire flares in my center.

I jerk against her jeans-clad thigh trying to find friction. I wrap my legs around hers before I realize what I'm doing. I'm so embarrassed that I stop; only she flexes her leg just right and then pulls me to her with Slayer strength. Still I don't know what's gotten into me...as she encourages me to keep moving. It normally takes Oz hours to get this reaction, if he gets one at all.

All thought is lost as she bites my neck. Tension didn't have to build, I just explode...and she pulls me over on top of her so I can keep riding her as my body spasms. Finally, I collapse against her.

After a few minutes the aftershocks slow down and I'm finally able to breathe. I'm lying on top of her with my head on her soft chest, while she strokes my hair. I'm still embarrassed at my lack of control, I have the strongest climax of my life and she barely touched me.

I hear a rumble coming from her and it takes me a minute to place the sound...she's purring.

My Slayer is purring?

She looks up into my eyes and I see her eyes are half-lidded and smiling.

A contented lioness after a successful hunt.

"Your turn," I tell her pulling her shirt up.

And I then I find myself on my back with my arms held over my head.

"Not… I not done...want to know all...of you." She tells me with her broken words, her eyes brimming with tears. "I have...touch all you."

The Slayer crying? The Slayer is gentle and soft?

She must take my hesitation wrongly because she looks away from me and releases my arms.

"Please?" She pleads. And I think I understand what she wants. I nod but she doesn't see it so I reach up and pull her head down into another kiss. I try to tell her everything that she makes me feel...even though this is the first time that Buffy has actually let the Slayer out I've known since high school how she felt.

She whimpers into my mouth and that, for some reason I don't understand, causes me to get hot again. After the climax I just had I can't believe it.

We continue to kiss as her hands begin to explore my body. They move up and down my sides. She's avoiding the sensitive places, she's just touching. The low purr doesn't stop.

One hand strays closer to my breasts. She breaks the kiss to look down at me, the heat in her gaze making me feel the familiar stirrings in the pit of my stomach.

She leans over to the side supporting herself on one elbow as the fingers of her other hand trace circles around my breasts. Lazy figure eights, taking in the base. The heat is building slowly this time; nothing out of control. Nothing I can't handle.

She cups one of my breasts in her hand, testing the weight and then her thumb starts to circle around the areola. The nipple hardens and I arch up into her, trying to find more contact…so much for being in control. Then she starts to the same thing on the other one...as the feelings build in my core. She traces, she licks, she teases but she stops short of my hard nipples.

The heat is burning me as she leans over and at the same time takes one nipple into her mouth while she pinches the other. Again I arch up into her, trying find my release, only this time she pushes down on my belly with the flat of her hand below my navel and I find control.

I open eyes I didn't know were closed and stare up into bottomless blue ones. I see nothing but love looking back at me and I wonder at her. How she can do this to me, how she can know more about my body than I do?

"Hold, wait, hold it right here..." She tells me as she presses down again on tummy. "All life begins here," she continues, now stroking from my navel to my curls. "All pleasure begins here, hold it." As she continues to go back and forth, up and down, and the stirring I had in the pit of my stomach grows with each caress.

"This...is about life...love." She whispers in my ear, her hot breath tickles, as her hand dips lower into my wetness. Then back out again. She continues to go lower with each touch and at the same time she licks and tastes my breasts. She takes one into her mouth, sucking and pulling on the hardened nipple, as her fingers slide into me for the first time.

I hear her growl as she starts to use two fingers, in and out, up and down. Her mouth leaves one breast and takes the other one, using the same rhythm...and I jerk with each movement. The heat never left from a few minutes ago, I was just able to control it, like I am now.

She slides in three fingers and pushes deeper than before and then pulls all the way out so I can breathe. My hips are moving in time with her mouth and her hand. Her hand is coming back and the air catches in my throat in anticipation of how it's going to feel. Her mouth releases my breast and she starts a kiss. Her tongue keeping time with her hand...she goes deeper still and I feel her stroking and then her hand is gone again. I can't take this as the air is pulled out of my body, I don't how we are still kissing...she strokes all the way up to my navel and when she starts back this time I feel the tension building deep inside of me – as her hand descends the pressure grows. My legs start to tremble, I have to break off the kiss and then the white-hot heat starts to burn its way through me...

"Open your eyes..." I hear the soft voice in my head and I obey. I'm on fire, everything locked as I'm burned from the inside out.

I hear screaming, over and over, I hear someone screaming…

I'm lying on the Slayer. I know this because I hear the purring.

I force myself up so I can look into her eyes. For some reason I know that time is running out. She's crying, the tears running down her face. She pulls me down into a kiss, this time chaste and yet, my body reacts to it. She breaks the kiss off.

"Thank you." She tells me and then her eyes close and its Buffy that's staring back at me.

The End

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