Hot Nights in the House Of Scooby: Slayer/Hacker

by Mike and Tony

Copyright © 2003

o163210@iprimus.com.au

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own Buffy, the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
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Authors' notes: This is a collaborative effort between Tony and me due to Tony's illness.
Grouping: Willow/Buffy/ Xander

Buffy was slammed hard against the side of the tomb, knocking the wind out of her. This demon was strong, way strong. Up until the point that the demon blindsided her, the night had been going well. She rose to her feet but the demon started pounding on her with a short club. Buffy took the blows, waiting for an opening to take the demon down.

It never came.

"Hey!" Willow yelled.

The demon turned only to get an ax buried in its head. Willow stepped aside as the demon fell lifeless to the ground.

"Hands off my girl!" Willow said with an iron edge in her voice. Buffy saw the expression on Willow's face. The strength, the fire in her eyes, the protective rage directed at the demon that had threatened her loved one. She held the expression for a moment longer, and then the compassionate Willow returned.

"Buffy? You OK?" Willow asked as she helped the Slayer up.

"Well, I feel like Mike Tyson's blind date, but other than that, just peachy." Buffy looked down at the demon.

"Willow saves the day. You gotta feel good about that."

"No, mostly shaky. A-a-and a little barfy." The adrenaline, which had coursed through her system before, had passed, and Willow had a major case of the post battle shakes. Buffy gave Willow a reassuring hug and as Willow hugged back Buffy winced in pain. Willow quickly released her.

"Oh sorry Buffy! I didn't hurt you did I?"

"It's OK. I just need a hot shower and a good night's sleep and I'll be right as rain." She reassured her as the two headed back to Willow's place.

"I can't believe that your parents just took off like that." Buffy said as she entered Willow's bedroom toweling her hair. She was wrapped in a white fluffy bathrobe and feeling a lot better after her shower. Willow was wearing her customary oversized t-shirt nightie.

"At least they left a note telling me about their little impulse to visit mom's old university friend in LA for a few days. Sometimes they forget they even have a daughter." Willow replied somewhat glumly.

"An intelligent and sexy daughter at that." Buffy said and gently kissed Willow. Buffy flopped down on the bed with a great groan and closed her eyes.

"How ya feeling now?" Willow asked.

"Better. Not 100%, but better. The pain is now just a dull ache."

Willow gave Buffy a thoughtful look, then sat down on the floor at the end of the bed and started massaging Buffy's foot.

"Mmmm… so good." Buffy murmured.

Willow continued massaging her foot, working on the reflexology pressure points she had learned from her aunt in Phoenix over the years. A few minutes on Buffy's left foot then Willow took the right one and started working on that.

As she did so, Willow's eyes traveled up Buffy's smooth, tanned legs. A tiny scar here, a small freckle there, nothing detracted from the perfection of her legs. Traveling further up, her eyes froze. There, peeking out from under Buffy's robe in all its shaven glory, was the cleft of Buffy's sex.

"Holy crap!" Willow breathed to herself at the very idea of shaven Slayer.

"Mmmm?" Buffy mumbled.

"N-n-nothing. Just relax."

Willow tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry.

Her own sex, on the other hand, got wet.

Willow tore her eyes away from the sight of Buffy's Holy Grail and tried to concentrate on massaging her foot but her eyes kept returning to that one spot. She was torn between caution and desire.

As the seconds ticked by, caution faded and desire grew.

She started to massage Buffy's ankle. Moving higher to her muscular calf elicited a moan of approval from Buffy. Concentrating on turning knotted muscles into relaxed ones, Willow kneaded, rubbed and caressed.

Once she was satisfied that Buffy's right calf was done she moved to the left one and worked on that.

Hands glided up Buffy's leg and started working on her thighs. Close to the knee, Willow concentrated on relaxing the abused muscle.

The higher Willow's hand went her touch was less kneading and more caressing. Her fingers twice brushed the bottom of the robe. Willow looked at Buffy and noted that the look of relaxation had been replaced with… something else. Emboldened Willow moved her hands higher, pushing the robe higher a little at a time, revealing more and more, until finally all was revealed.

Willow looked to Buffy again and Buffy met her gaze with a look of lust. Keeping her eyes locked with Willow's, Buffy untied her robe and opened it up to reveal her fully naked form.

Until now they hadn't gone much further than some serious heavy petting, and even that had been fully clothed out of fear of being caught in public. But here and now, with the entire house to themselves, they dared to express their love in the fullest possible sense.

However, Buffy was afraid of Willow's reaction, that she had some kind of flaw that would disgust Willow, that she wasn't beautiful enough.

But the look of wonder, the look of love, passion, and outright lust on Willow's face laid her fears to rest.

They kissed deeply; their tongues battled each other, the heat of their passion rapidly building.

Buffy firmly but gently moved Willow so that she was standing before the Slayer at the edge of the bed. Buffy then placed her hands on Willow's ankles and slowly trickled her fingers up her milky legs and thighs until they were underneath her nightie and resting at the top of her panties. Hooking her fingers into the elastic, Buffy pulled them down until they formed a puddle at Willow's feet.

Buffy hands then traveled back up Willow's legs, lifting the bottom of her nightie over the slight swell of her hips and revealing a red strip of hair pointing its way to heaven. The nightie eventually passed her small, pink tipped breasts and slipped over Willow's head to join her panties on the floor.

Buffy took a moment to savor the sight of the heavenly body that stood before her. Taking her by the hands, Buffy pulled Willow back to the bed with her.

The two lay facing each other; their hands caressing each other.

Willow's pale skin contrasted with Buffy's tan. Willow's fingers traced Buffy's hardening nipple and ran them around and under her breasts. They were larger than her own and with bigger and darker nipples. Her fingers traced down Buffy's abdomen and caressed the curve of her smooth backside and thighs.

Buffy raised her leg and Willow dipped her finger into the Slayers saturated core. She lent in and took Buffy's nipple in her mouth, teasing it with her lips and tongue. The Slayer closed her eyes and her moans began to build as Willow lavished her breasts and continued to stroke her most intimate of places. Without warning, Willow caressed Buffy's sensual button and her moans became cries as her back arced and her orgasm ripped through her.

As Buffy came down from her peak, Willow looked at her lover with a smile.

"You liked?"

Buffy stared at the red head with a glint in her eye.

"Lots. But not half as much as you'll like this."

Buffy kissed Willow's lips, then her neck. She captured the pale pink nipple with her lips and attacked it with her tongue. Willow's breathing deepened and a hiss escaped her lips. Ripples of pleasure radiated out from every point that Buffy touched.

The trail of kisses moved down; pausing as her tongue dipped into Willow's navel, causing her giggle. Then moan. Buffy filed that away in her mind for later use. The scent coming from Willow's sexual core was inviting and Buffy ran her nose down through the light fuzz of her red public hair.

Buffy gently parted Willow's legs to expose her swollen lips peeking out. Completely fascinated, Buffy took her time examining the beautiful flower that lay before her. Buffy had never really seen one so closely other than her own before and in wonder she opened the petal-like lips and saw its moist pink center. Hesitantly she lapped at the nectar, then with more gusto, she explored deeper with her tongue.

Willow moaned and sighed and every now and then she would squeal as Buffy found an erogenous zone. Willow looked down to see Buffy with her mouth clamped down on the sexual junction between Willow's thighs, her blonde hair mingled in with the red curls of her mound. Sweat beaded on Willow's forehead and her pale skin became flushed with arousal as she began gasping for the air needed to fuel the passionate fire that now burned intensely within her.

The hacker flopped her head back and gave herself up to the overwhelming flood of sensations Buffy was causing. Tension was building inside her. She could feel Buffy slide first one finger, then another into her. Slowly Buffy pumped them in and out matching the rhythm her tongue was setting. After a few moments, they changed positions so that Willow could likewise feast on Buffy.

It became a race to send the other over the edge. Tongues danced, fingers probed and caressed, teeth scraped, lips pulled and moans became louder as the sexual energy grew into a storm.

The sight, the smell, the taste, the sound, the feel of what was happening hit Willow in waves which were increasing with power and frequency as she ran her lips across Buffy's sensitive nub. The waves were almost continuous now. In a final desperate effort, Willow stuck her tongue deep inside Buffy's hot core and vigorously shook her head from side to side.

Buffy literally screamed her climax directly into Willow's very being. The waves broke inside Willow with massive force and the two lovers cried out as they thrashed and shuddered with the power of their release.

Willow's face was bathed with Buffy's sweet nectar as she drank it from her warm chalice. Buffy eventually lifted herself off her. They kissed, tasting themselves on each other as they did so. They held each other in comfortable silence as Buffy drifted off to sleep in the arms of her lover.

Willow watched her sleep, the look of peace on Buffy's face made Willow smile. All she needed now was Xander to spoon up behind her and she could truly die happy.

Willow raised her head to look at the clock on the bedside table.

One minute past midnight.

Willow whispered to the sleeping Buffy.

"Happy birthday."

Continued…