Always In the Dark

by Freelance Spice

Copyright © 2004

Freelancespice@gmail.com

Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to Joss. They just like me because I always have gum.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse /mysticmuse.net
Feedback: I'm a whore. So, yes.
Spoilers: When She Was Bad.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

"Come on Will, you never thought about it?"

"Um…uh…" Willow fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, staring at the red plastic cup in her other hand.

"It's okay if you have. Totally normal." Buffy was unbearably close, now. Not quite touching. But it was that centimeter of space between them that was turning Willow into a twitchy mess.

The hacker chewed her lip, glancing at their surroundings. Typical Friday night at the Bronze, the busiest of the week. No one seemed to notice that the slayer was practically in her lap, speaking in low sultry tones that were making her quiver.

"I…I guess. Buffy, maybe now's not –"

"Not the time or the place. You're absolutely right." She leaned back, giving Willow some breathing room.

Except, when she did, Willow suddenly missed the closeness with a whimper that she didn't even realize she made until it had already escaped her throat. Buffy rose from the couch, her toned slayer body moving past the other girl. She didn't say anything, but Willow got the distinct feeling she was supposed to follow her.

Why was she so nervous? She'd followed Buffy all kinds of places before. Maybe it was the new attitude she'd been sporting since coming back from L.A. This Buffy was different. More daring. And demanding. And asking questions about kissing. Girls. Kissing girls.

Not that Willow hadn't thought about it. She'd thought about kissing Cordelia or Harmony or even Buffy herself, just as much as she'd thought about kissing Xander. Maybe more. She wondered if kissing girls felt different than kissing boys. Not that she had much actual experience. Or any at all.

She took a breath and pulled herself to her feet, smoothing out her skirt before trailing after Buffy, who had gone in the direction of the ladies' room. She'd just made it into the darkened back area of the club that led to the restrooms, when someone roughly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into an even darker corner.

Great. This is it. Some vamp is gonna suck my blood to death the back of a club and I haven't even had a decent kiss from anyone, boy or girl.

Except, instead of finding herself at the mercy of fangs and glowy yellow eyes, she was pushed up against the wall, a pair of hands firmly gripping her shoulders and warm breath on her ear.

"Much better place. And no time like the present."

Willow shuddered at Buffy's voice in her ear. She was slightly dizzy and breathing heavier than usual. Kind of like the time she stumbled across that dirty X Files fan fiction.

Before she had time to process any further information, there were lips making their way from her ear to her mouth. Buffy's lips pressed against hers, soft and warm…and raspberry lip glossy, she discovered as she cautiously ran her tongue across them. They were both surprised when it was Willow's hand on Buffy's breast, with a tentative cupping, then gentle caressing, then blatant groping.

Buffy leaned in closer, pressing her leg between Willow's thighs, putting pressure on the increasing heat that had sparked the second the prospect of girl kissage had been brought up. Willow's other hand was tangled in blonde hair, while Buffy's were investigating the break in fabric between the other girl's sweater and skirt. Fingers moved past the gap and down the length of the skirt, then up under it, gaining elevation on her inner thigh and brushing against the most intimate parts of Willow Rosenberg.

Logic said this wasn't a good idea. Instinct said it was a swell idea. Fortunately for Buffy, Logic Willow was still out on the sofa weighing the pros and cons of taking this new and improved seriously. This Willow was more than okay with the naughty touching…in fact, she seemed to be quite adept at it herself, rolling Buffy's nipple between her fingers.

Buffy's fingers, however, were stroking Willow through her rapidly soaking panties, working harder and faster as hips bucked against her hand until the other girl's yanked hard on her hair, giving a soft moan in the dark. Panting, she rested her head against Buffy's shoulder.

The slayer pulled her hand out from under the skirt, then turned her head, speaking low in Willow's ear, much like she had earlier that night.

"Now we know the answer to that question." She kissed her roughly, then pulled back. "I'm gonna go freshen up before the band comes on."

If it hadn't been for the wall behind her, Willow would have collapsed into a disheveled heap on the floor.

The End

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