The Rain

Rating: NC-17

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Pairing: Just Buffy

She lay on her bed, half asleep, listening to the sound of rainfall against her window. It so rarely rained in this town that one had to savor the rain when it came. She sighed, laying back onto her pillows and feeling the air stir across her body as a breeze flitted in through the slightly-open window. She was naked, because the rain had seemed to call for it. She sighed, thinking of Him.

Him. He. That male figure looming at the edges of her unconsciousness that had once been Angel and once—shudder—Parker, and once even Riley. But those times were gone. And these days, sans boyfriend, he could be anyone—even someone she didn't know. She smiled lazily, thinking of the time he had been Sean Connery… which led her into thinking about the time he had been Giles… which led her into thinking about the time he had been Xander… all thoughts accumulating into a sudden rush of heat through her body as she slowly, languorously, trailed her fingertips over her flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She brought her fingertips back to her mouth, licking them, and returned them to her nipples, drawing lazy, wet circles with them that made those peaks stand up stiffly. She flicked at them lazily with her fingernails, sending little shoots of pleasure, like the roots of a young plant, all through her body. She could feel herself growing damp and she liked the feeling.

She continued to tease herself for several minutes, interested to see what sorts of sensations she could cause by scraping her belly with her fingernails, or kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. Everything she did caused a little more dampness and a little more tingle. Soon those tiny shoots of pleasure were becoming thicker somehow, stronger. She slid one hand down between her legs, feeling the wetness gathering in her curls. She drew one slim finger up her slit, coating it with wetness, and brought it up to her mouth to taste herself.

And that led her into thinking about all the times she'd fantasized about Her. Unlike her male fantasy, her dream woman was always someone she knew. Usually it was Faith because, God knew, the girl simply oozed sex out of her pores without even trying. Sometimes, though, it was Willow, her gentle best friend, who she thought of. Once it had even been Cordelia, but that particular instance had been less than satisfying and she'd never gone there again.

She returned to teasing her nipples again and thought about it, her mind moving slowly through her options. What was today a good day for? Him, or Her? She touched herself, running her fingertips up and down her torso, as she weighed her options.

And then she wondered why she had to decide. Why not have both? She smiled wickedly and let her fantasy come. Who was He today? Who was She? She slid one finger slowly between her nether lips, gasping a little as it came into contact with her hard little clit. She rolled her clit around with her finger for a moment, thinking, letting her mind drift until it settled on a vision… the imaginary sight of bright, shiny red tresses between her legs. Her finger was a tongue, touching her gently, tasting her. She gasped and moaned in an almost inaudible voice. "Willow…"

She had to be quiet, she knew—there were people in the house, after all. She didn't want everyone knowing what she was doing. She bit her bottom lip and traced the contours of her labia with that one wet finger.

And then she brought Him into the fantasy with her, his hard, strong hands and his throbbing… oh. She reached with her other hand toward the night table, fumbled at the drawer, and drew out her little visual/textural aid. The dildo was seven inches long, a decent thickness, and had a vibrating setting for those who were lucky enough to live alone or in a house with good, thick walls. She rubbed the dildo in her wetness, using it to stimulate her clit, while she thought about Him. Who was He? She returned her finger to her clit, her mind on the vision of Willow between her legs, shiny red hair and brilliant green eyes peeping up at her mischievously. She sighed and let her mind drift again, seeking his identity. And then his hands were on her, warm carpenter hands, and she knew that he was Xander.

She sighed his name as she slid the dildo into her pussy. As always, it slid in easily, caused her to feel full. She used one hand to pump the dildo slowly in and out of her, imagining Xander over her, Xander with his boyish ways and the rakish looks that he had suddenly—overnight, it seemed—grown into, Xander's hard cock driving into her. She came, shuddering, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

Then, holding the dildo still deep inside of her, she let her other hand trail back down to massage her clit, imagining Willow leaning between their bodies to touch her there. Willow's shining hair, falling around her, long as it had been when they first met. Willow's lips brushing hers gently and swallowing the cry she bit back as she came again.

She lay, panting, the specters of Willow and Xander flitting away into the ether as she gathered her breath back. That had been… intense. In a very good way. She drowsed for an hour or so, her body recovering slightly, and then jerked awake suddenly when thunder boomed just overhead.

Her nipples were still rock-hard. She ghosted the palms of her hands over them and knew she was ready again. Who would it be this time?

She wrapped her hand around the handle of the dildo as green eyes pierced her own and a gentle, accented voice murmured into her ear. "Giles…" she whispered, and she began to slowly move the dildo again.

The End

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