Every Square Inch

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: All the characters and some of the dialogue belong to Joss, ME, people with way more money than me… just taking them for a spin.

Distribution: http://mysticmuse.net

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Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Spoilers: Two to Go

Author's Notes: Written for my friend Vikki, who just had a nasty dose of the 'flu. It's PWP and as cheesy as all hell, so if that's not your thing don't read it.

Buffy threw Willow against a wall lined with bookshelves. Willow stood confidently, her dark eyes gleaming. She faced Buffy.

"So here we are," she said with a glimmer of amusement. Buffy stared coldly back.

"Are we really gonna do this?" she asked, praying that Willow would back down. Willow smiled slightly.

"Come on, this is a huge deal for me. Six years as the side man, now I get to be the Slayer," she drawled. Buffy didn't look amused.

"A killer isn't a Slayer," she pointed out. Willow fought back the urge to add "blah blah blah" onto the end of it. Buffy had been singing the same song for years now. It was getting a little stale. Buffy continued. "Being the Slayer means something you can't conceive of."

"Oh Buffy," Willow began, sounding bored and feeling cocky. "You really need to get every square inch of your ass licked." Buffy looked menacing. Well as menacing as Buffy could look.

"The show me what you got and I'll show you what a Slayer really is," she took up a fighting stance. Willow couldn't hold back her laugh this time. A wicked gleam flicked through her dark eyes, and then dark veins abated.

"Silly Slayer," she purred. "I'm not going to fight you to death. I'm going to fuck you to death." Buffy froze. Willow all with the dark and veiny was cause for wiggins enough but Willow saying "fuck"? That was just frightening.

"I don't think so," Buffy held her fighting stance. She stood up a little bit straighter. A Slayer is sworn to protect the innocent from evil. If that meant getting into a fucking contest with her best friend, then that was what would happen. "You really don't know what a Slayer is." Buffy walked towards Willow, a determined look on her face.

"Hold," Willow commanded and Buffy found that she couldn't move her arms. Willow stepped towards Buffy and ran a hand down her arm, which although paralysed was still able to feel the sensation of Willow's hand gliding down her arm. A line of goosebumps appeared, and short bursts of electric charge warmed her skin slightly and created a strange tingling that seemed to seep down within her. It warmed her to the bone and then continued to slide, seeming to pool in the spot between her legs. She let out a shaky breath.

"So what, you're not going to let me touch you? Just gonna work all kinds of mojo on me huh?" Buffy said defiantly. Willow smiled thinly, her dark lips pursing as her hand trailed over the neck of Buffy's shirt.

"I never said I'd play nice," Willow said, raising her other hand and tearing Buffy's shirt open in one motion. She leaned forward and licked along Buffy's collarbone. Buffy let out a low moan. Willow had to working some pretty major magic on her. She'd never felt like this from just a few touches. She was one second away from completely losing her inhibitions entirely. Magic barrier or not, pretty soon she was going to throw Willow on the ground and do things she never thought possible to her best friend. Sliding closer still to Buffy, Willow sucked gently on her neck, letting her body press against the prone form of the Slayer.

"Will…" Buffy breathed heavily closing her eyes. Whatever Willow was doing to her, it was driving her crazy. The heat between her legs was rapidly turning into an inferno, which was fuelled by the newly-evil former redhead grinding herself into Buffy. She longed to be able to reach out her hands and feel the warmth of the other girl's skin pressing against her own. Willow's hand trailed down Buffy's back, pressing the Slayer's body harder against her own, savouring every moment of Buffy's warmth erratic breath in her ear. She could feel her heartbeat, speeding up as she let her hand trail over Buffy's ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before muttering a few Latin words which divested the blonde of her remaining clothes. Easily, Willow threw Buffy onto the table, her dark eyes surveying every inch of Buffy's naked form. All these years she'd waited for a moment like this. A moment when her best friend would be naked and vulnerable and begging for her. For little geeky Willow Rosenberg. Buffy's eyes had darkened with desire, her chest was heaving, a slight sheen of sweat making her skin seem to glow in the dim light.

"Will…" Buffy pouted, giving the witch her best come-hither look. Let her suffer or fuck her brains out? Willow pondered her dilemma for a moment before moving closer and letting her hand slid up Buffy's thigh towards her neat, damp curls.

Anya muttered the spell under her breath, her mind ablaze with questions. What the hell was going on out there? She'd heard crashing, and then talking and then one more crash. Now she was sure she could hear heavy breathing, but no other sounds. Taking a deep breath and being careful to keep reciting the incantation, she sneaked a quick peek around the corner. Oh my god! she thought to herself. What the hell is going on? Buffy was sitting on the table, naked, her eyes closed and an expression of desire lingering across her face. Willow was positioned between her legs. Are they… they're having sex! The thought wasn't as unappealing as she'd originally guessed it might be. In fact, she felt a flood of desire course through her body, so strong it almost knocked her off her feet. It occurred to her suddenly that in her shock she'd completely forgotten about the chant she was meant to keeping up. Without her even realising it, her hand had crept down into her pants.

"I'm going to fuck you to death Buffy," Willow said quietly, her hand sliding excruciatingly slowly over Buffy's slick folds. Buffy couldn't talk. Her body was aching to be touched, aching to be violated and Willow knew it. The witch was deliberately withholding what the Slayer needed. She moaned and tried to slide herself closer to Willow, forcing more pressure. Willow looked angry and stopped what she was doing altogether.

"I'm calling the shots here. You'll get what I say you get," she snarled.

"But… I don't know what you've done to me. I'm not like this," Buffy purred, completely overcome with her desire. It felt good to feel something even if it was frustration. Willow looked distant for a moment, then slid her hand straight back to Buffy's warm pussy, letting three fingers slid deep inside the Slayer. Buffy let out a low groan.

Three fingers! Anya thought, feeling her arousal continue to grow, partly from the familiar pattern her finger was tracing, and partly from the scene playing out in front of her. She'd always kind of thought Buffy was a prude, but here she was with three of Willow's fingers plunging into her and clearly loving every second of it. Anya let out a tiny moan as Buffy became more vocal.

Buffy ignored Willow's previous warning and manoeuvred herself so that she could take the witch's fingers as deep as they would go. She squeezed her muscles around them tightly, more because it felt good for her than anything else. Willow didn't fail to notice, thinking with a smirk that Slayer strength would be of the good to have. Leaning over she took a tentative lick at Buffy's pussy, letting her tongue curl around the Slayer's clit, enjoying the loud gasp that came from Buffy. The scent of Buffy's arousal was intoxicating, and she lost herself in pleasuring the Slayer unaware that Buffy was approaching orgasm, until it ripped through her body, in a seismic wave of shudders and gasps.

Anya had to stop and sit down. Buffy coming all over Willow's face very nearly made her lose her footing. She wished Xander were there, not only would he love to see this, but he'd be able to take her the way she loved to be taken. Then afterwards they could just pretend to each other that they were under Willow's spell too. She let one hand continue to roam around her pussy while the other teased a nipple, sending her over the edge and into her own orgasmic world.

Willow didn't give Buffy a chance to recover. Instead she continued to work her tongue on Buffy's clit, listening to all over Buffy's pleas to "pleasestopWillyouhaveto" punctuated with gasps and moans that begged the contrary. It was going to be a very long night, Willow thought with a grin.

The End

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