A Cry in the Night by Jin Hayte

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles and all the other characters in the syndicated TV-show Buffy The Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy etc, etc. I do NOT own any of the official characters, their names or their backgrounds. This story, however, is mine.
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Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: While I'm writing this, I'm in a weird mood (and it's also 2 AM and I'm dead tired). So this is probably – no, definitely – gonna be weird. I'm shooting for 'funny weird', but it might just end up 'quirky with a smidge of exaggerated lameness weird'. And I'll be mocking any/everything about BtVS. You have been warned. Read at your own risk. Beware, for before thee layeth doom. Etc. Comprende?
Dedication: Momentary insanity. Oh, and Mad-Hamlet, for his freaky brain. It was tasty.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Summary: Dawn's having a friend over, and Buffy and Willow are busy.

"So, what you wanna do?" Dawn asked as she stepped through the front door of the house she lived in, the Summers house, 1630 Revello Drive. "You wanna watch a movie?"

The Goth girl named Kit shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you wanna do." She said with a smile.

Instantly alarmed, Dawn grabbed a hold of Kit's arm and strode with confident but uncharacteristic steps further into the house, towards the dining room.

Dawn and her gothic styled friend entered the dining room and saw chaos; Willow and Buffy stood on opposite sides of the table, their hairdos tousled, their faces flushed and they were hurriedly buttoning up blouses and straitening out skirts, trying desperately to hide the fact that less than twenty seconds ago they had been well under way of humping each other on the dinner table.

On the floor lay Willow's laptop, shattered into thousand, or at least a dozen, itty-bitty pieces.

"Researching!" Willow shrieked, looking up at Dawn meeting her eyes for split second before returning her attention to her not fully buttoned blouse.

"Yeah, researching!" Buffy was quick to agree. "And, and, this demon came in...out! Came out from the computer screen an-" Buffy was interrupted as Willow, at the mention of her dearest possession in the world, looked down on the floor and squeaked.

The redhead dropped down on the floor and started picking up various pieces of plastic and metal, her eyes watering up. "Oh, no, God no. Please, baby. Come on." She cried.

Buffy looked at her lover with pained eyes, torn between wanting to comfort her and not wanting to expose their relationship to the world, the world being Dawn and her Goth friend named Kit.

Kit looked down at the hysterical redhead, who was now crying rivers, then at Buffy, who still had Willow's bra clinging to her left arm.

"Umm." She said uncertainly, pulling gently on Dawn's shirt, motioning her back out of the room.

Dawn, quick to take a hint, again uncharacteristically, looked at Kit and nodded.

"We'll be, umm, in the kitchen." She said before turning around and following her gothic friend into the kitchen, unable to not watch as the angsty-filled-with-rage-but-probably-very-sweet-inside-and-just-looking- for-love teenaged girl's hips swung seductively.

'Whoa, what are you doing?' She silently asked herself, inside her own head. 'She's a Goth, remember? You're so not into Goths. Jocks with boyish looks and jackets that make everyone go loony, fine. Cute vampires that wanna eat you, oh god yes. Principal Wo-'

"You got any ice-cream?" Kit asked, interrupting Dawn's downward spiral into unacceptable but oh so hot...thoughts.

Chuckling nervously, she moved to the fridge and opened the freeze box. Digging around for a while, subconsciously displaying her ass to her friend Kit, who was a Goth, she finally came back out with a bucket of obscure flavored Haagen-Dazs ice cream.

"I've got ice-cream!" she cheered, grabbing two spoons from a drawer then putting the bucket on the kitchen island. Sitting down on one of the stools, she handed one of the spoons to Kit.

As Kit reached to take the spoon, their hands touched, lightning passed between them, sending wondrous feelings directly into their cores, cause that's what happens when two young women touch each other. Always.

The girls both gasped for air, their eyes met, they had a moment. Then both of them pulled their hands back, as if they had been scorned with the hot fires of the deepest hell, their skin pierced by the humongous grill fork of Lucifer himself.

"So, um, ice-cream." Dawn said stupidly, pointing to the bucket right in front of her. She pulled off the lid and threw it over her shoulder, landing it perfectly in the bin.

"What kind is it?" Kit asked, sitting down opposite of Dawn, leaning forward slightly, displaying her seventeen-year-old cleavage to anyone who was interested.

"Umm," Dawn mumbled, barely managing to tear her eyes away from the hot round teenage flesh put up on display before her.

"Sandalwood cherry," she said enthusiastically, but frowned when she realized what a weird combination that was.

"Mmm, cherry," Kit said, licking her black, gothic lips. She pushed forward and scooped up from ice cream with her spoon, bringing it to her mouth and moaning when the cold, frozen mixture of various chemicals and milk products came into contact with her taste buds.

"Willow, please. Calm down," Buffy said, trying to soothe her secret lover. She was kneeled down next to the redhead, gently caressing her lower back. "We can buy a new one. A better one," She tried.

Willow shot her a devastated look. "You can't just BUY a new computer, Buffy. They aren't just things you get to toss away and replace at any whim." Big droplets of salty water ran slowly down her pale but freckled cheeks.

"Uh...actually," Buffy started, but soon thought better of it. "Yeah, you're right, sorry." She reached out and softly rubbed away the tears with her thumbs. "It wasn't your fault, Will."

"Yes, it was!" Willow insisted. "I-I let her go. She was with me, and I let her go." She grabbed for the broken laptop, pushing the pieces to her chest, her tears still falling.

"C'mon, let's get upstairs," Buffy said, standing up pulling the witch with her. "You need to rest. We'll think of a way to bring back your laptop tomorrow."

Willow sniffled, but gave a nod. "Okay," she said, though it wasn't necessary since she had already nodded.

The pair moved towards the stairs, but Buffy stopped them at the bottom. "Hold on, I'll be right back." She gave Willow a kiss on the cheek and moved towards the kitchen.

Entering the area known as the kitchen, Buffy adamantly ignored the erotically charged atmosphere in the air and the lusty stares coming from the teenagers sitting at the kitchen island feeding each other ice cream.

She walked straight to the fridge, opened it and took out a bowl of cherries, a carton of milk and a bag of instant chocolate pudding that had been put in the fridge for some reason.

"Dawn, Willow and I are going to sleep. You two gonna be ok on your own?" she asked, walking out of the kitchen not bothering to wait for an answer. Not that she'd gotten one; Dawn's mouth was filled with weird tasting ice cream.

"Come on, pet," Buffy said, coming out into the hall and motioning for Willow to go up the stairs. "Buffy's gonna make you bark."

With a blissful smile plastered on her face, her recent loss completely forgotten, Willow practically bounced up the stairs, followed by her hungry, blonde, super strong and sometimes a little bit TOO enthusiastic, girlfriend, who currently was grinning semi-menacingly.

Dawn and Kit sat opposite each other on the former mystical Key's bed, Dawn at the head and Kit at the foot of the bed. The room was completely filled with darkness, except for the fifty-ish scented candles illuminating the room.

"Truth or dare?" Kit asked gleefully, bouncing up and down, still on a sugar-slash-hormone high.

"Truth." Dawn said without hesitation. She so wasn't ready for whatever weird Dares could and would (and should) come out of that warped gothic mind of Kit's.

Kit squeaked excitedly. "Have you ever..." she trailed off, looking around the room, drawing out the moment, causing intense suspension for everyone in the room. Or at least for herself. "Slept with someone?" she asked ingeniously, thrusting her fist up in the air in triumph.

"Umm..." Dawn hesitated. Casually, she picked up a pillow and tossed it aside, as if she was making room to sit. In reality, she used the pillow to cover her notch filled bedpost.

Deciding to go with the innocent, but curious, look, she shook her head and said, "No."

Cut To
Int.
On the other side of the very thin wall, Buffy's bedroom – Same Time

"Mmm, I love my little Willow cherry," Buffy said huskily, swirling her tongue in and around Willow's bellybutton.

The redhead was lying naked on her back on Buffy's bed, her body covered in sloppy chocolate pudding, while Buffy was lying between her legs, eagerly waiting to eat her dessert.

Willow's body writhed under Buffy's ministrations, her hands fondling her own breasts, making squishy noises as the chocolate pudding was pressed out between her small but firm breasts and her fingers. Her hips pushed up, seeking the friction that her lover refused to give her.

"Ooh, witchy is horny, is she?" Buffy said in an uncharacteristic dominatrix styled tone of voice.

She crawled up the redhead's body, licking her way up, stopping for a moment to swirl her tongue around taut peaks. As she continued her journey upwards, she licked Willow's pulse point and sucked hard, making the witch groan in pleasure and wriggle her hips even more. If Buffy hadn't held her hands down onto the bed, Willow would've been double clicking her mouse faster than a gaming nerd (noob) at a Quake 2 LAN game.

Buffy pushed the witch's arms up and laid them on the bed above her head, holding them down with one hand. She used her other hand to grab a small but firm breast, massaging hard before pulling on the nipple, twirling it between her thumb and index finger.

Willow's eyes shot open, and she couldn't help groaning hard as her nipple was turned like a frequency tuner on a radio.

"What do you want?" The Slayer whispered in the witch's ear, flicking the ear lobe with her tongue. She stopped man handling her lover's breast and instead switched to a soft caress, flattening her palm against the small mounds.

Willow shivered at the change of pace, goose bumps popping up all over her chocolate covered body.

"Mmm," Willow moaned. "Your tongue, inside me." She was now twisting and squirming, pushing her hips upwards, desperate for release.

As she twisted, squirmed and pushed up with her hips, the chocolate on her body smeared onto Buffy's body, making a chocolaty mess. They'd have to change the sheets, that was for sure.

"Lie still," Buffy whispered in the redhead's ear, who managed to still her craving body.

Buffy released Willow's arm, and crawled back down, careful not to touch her body except with her hair, which teased and tickled the redhead as the Slayer made her way downstairs.

Breathing in the musky scent of her Willow, Buffy dove in, tasting the mix of chocolate and Willow juice.

Barely had she made contact with the redhead's most precious spot before Willow was pushed into hyper space, stars aligning themselves as the Goddess gave them her blessing and entire solar system exploded in a cosmic orgasm, sending blissful joy into the heavily panting, and at the moment levitating, redhead.

As she came down from the extremely mind obliterating experience, Willow's throat was sore, though she couldn't remember why, her mind having blacked out during the tremendously powerful orgasm.

Cut To
Int.
On the other side of the very thin wall, Dawn's bedroom – A few minutes back

"Ok, umm..." Dawn hesitated. She was trying to come up with a dare for Kit, who had picked Dare all the time, and Dawn was running out of non-sexy Dares. She would not end up in bed with a Goth.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as she thought of something. "Run down to the kitchen and get me something from the fridge."

Kit instantly pushed up from the bed, but stopped before she exited the room. "Umm, what?" she asked.

Dawn lay there on her bed, trying to push out all the sexy thoughts from her head, at least those involving a certain Goth. But it wasn't easy, when the silence was constantly broken by moans and groans coming from her sister's bedroom.

'Geez, she really needs to get a boyfriend. She goes at it more than I do, for God's sake.' She thought, while unbuckling her jeans without really thinking about it. 'I don't get how Willow can sleep through all that noise, them sleeping in the same bed and all.' She continued, obviously sitting next to a certain river at the moment, as she did every time she thought about her sister's sex habits.

She was about to reach down with her hand between her legs when Kit came rushing through the door, panting heavily, and holding a cucumber.

Nodding, Kit put the cucumber on the floor next to the coffee cup, the milk carton, the carrot, the grill fork, the toilet cleaner, the roll of toilet paper, Willow's broken laptop, a cushion from the living room couch, a battle axe, a small dagger, one fluffy mitten, a pink thong with a willow tree on the crotch, a picture of Joyce, the remote control for the TV downstairs and various other objects that all were proof of Kit's dedication to the game 'Truth or Dare'.

As the gothic teen sat down on the bed again, the moaning and groaning was interrupted by a loud shriek.

"BUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Willow shouted as she came, a thousand stars pounding into her pleasure center, sending out wave after wave of wonderful hormone charged energy, making everyone in a three-mile radius becoming instantly aroused.

Panting heavily, the two teenaged girls looked at each other, their eyes looking into each other's horny souls.

"Oh, screw ethics," Dawn growled as she jumped Kit the Goth, fusing their lips together in a passionate, earth devouring kiss.

Buffy was digging through the fridge, taking out various things. She was making breakfast for her totally spent girlfriend who was lying naked in bed, covered in dried chocolate pudding.

Buffy put the butter and tomatoes on the kitchen island next to the bread, and turned back to the fridge. She spent another few minutes looking around, until with a disgruntled noise she stood up and closed the fridge.

She went upstairs and to her sister's bedroom. Her life would never be the same again.

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A Cry in the Night

by Jin Hayte

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