Nymphomaniac Fantasia
Nightingale

by Jin Hayte

Copyright © 2004

Jinhayte@hotmail.com

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: This is the first part of three short stories. While my other fics are relatively huge, this is my little kid :) It could be argued that this is PWP, and as a stand alone part, that would be true. But since it's the first part in a series that has a plot, I shun from calling it PWP.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Night. In most areas of the world, night time didn't change much in people's lives. They could walk around outside relatively safe, completely oblivious to the surreal dangers that lurked in the darkness. They didn't feel the fear, because there was nothing TO fear.

Sunnydale was not one of those places. Every night, as the sun settled below the horizon, people sought out the safety of their own homes, without really knowing why. No one would talk about it, and if asked, would respond with a blank expression. As if on automatic, they sought out safety. Or, if they needed to go somewhere, they'd travel in groups of three or more people. Not alone. Never alone.

Tonight, a girl was alone, outside, at night. She was making her way through the cemeteries, which was the most dangerous place to be in Sunnydale. But this was not an ordinary girl. She was the Slayer.

Buffy Summers was out on her nightly patrol, which tonight lead her through a number of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale. Since starting college, her patrol pattern had changed drastically, since she didn't really have time to make her way all the way from campus to the most far away cemeteries. However, the campus area was as vampire infested as any graveyard, so it evened itself out.

The half moon seemed unusually big on tonight's clear night sky, sending its cold, pale rays to earth, making everything seem surreal, ethereal. The shadows appeared darker, as if gaining blackness from the enlightened, usually dark, areas of the night. Crows in the tree tops, quiet on every other night, seemed almost too eager to sing their eerie hymn.

If Buffy was any other girl, the birds would have scared her. She wasn't any other girl, however, she was the Slayer. She had dusted quite a few vamps tonight and wasn't gonna be scared by harmless birds. Besides, she was now both hungry and incredibly horny, so fear had little place in her system.

It had taken a long time until she had admitted it to herself, but there was no denying it; putting her trustworthy stake into the chest of an undead creature made her feel desires so primal they were older than time. And it wasn't until recently that she could really act out on it. Being in love with an ensouled vampire whom you couldn't be intimate with was NOT good for your hormones. She had tried to deny her urges all throughout her senior year at high school, and it had worked reasonably well. Starting college, however, had made it more difficult not to act on her secret desires, so she had turned to Parker. That was a mistake almost as bad as sleeping with Angel had been.

Luckily, soon after the Parker incident, things had changed; she no longer had to hide her craving, seeing how it was reciprocated. Her need to ravish that petite body, to rip clothes, to nibble and pinch and to devour was met with a lust just as big.

Buffy felt her arousal increasing as she made her way back to her dorm room, where she would satisfy both their needs.

When she slowly opened the door and silently stepped inside her moonlight lit dorm room, she saw the delicate form of her lover lying with her face towards the wall, seemingly asleep. Of course, that wasn't the case. Buffy knew it, and the redheaded witch knew she knew. It was one of their many games; Buffy would return late from a night of patrolling, Willow would pretend to be asleep and Buffy would slowly undress, driving both girls mad. Then she'd carefully slip under the covers and spoon the witch from behind, every time pushing her naked breasts into a pale naked back, trying to elicit a gasp, or a moan, or some response declaring her the winner. She'd continue with her caresses until she got a response, or until her hand met wet, sensitive flesh. Either way, she won.

Tonight, one slightly-harder-than-normal nipple pinch combined with a nibble of an earlobe was enough to make her witch gasp for breath. "Goddess," Willow breathed, her back arching, pushing her butt harder into Buffy's lap.

"Hey," Buffy whispered as she moved her mouth down to the girl's neck, kissing her pulse point lightly as she massaged her breast with her hand, the heel of her palm pushing against the hard point.

"Mmmmmm," Willow moaned in response.

Buffy brushed a few strands of red hair from the witch's face and stopped her ministrations of her breasts and neck. She gave her a quick peck on her cheek and smiled as her lover opened her eyes to look at her.

"Hi," the redhead said with a grin. "Patrol went good?" she asked on routine.

Buffy immediately shifted gears. "Talk later," She growled and returned to pinching and pulling on her lover's nipples and devouring her neck, sucking hard, much to the redhead's delight. She would no doubt have marks in the morning, but that didn't matter at the moment.

Buffy ran her tongue down her lover's neck to her jugular, where she placed wet kisses and light bites, eliciting delicious groans. She kissed her way back up Willow's neck and continued on her jaw line until her lips met lips for the first time tonight. As usual, it felt as sparks erupted between them as their lips touched. Never the less, it always felt better than before. Buffy couldn't help but let out a loud moan as the sparks traveled through her body to her wet center.

She nipped at Willow's lower lip a few times before licking it, seeking an entrance. When the mouth before her opened, she eagerly plunged inside, caressing the redhead's tongue with her own. She put her hands on either side of her lover's face and guided her so that she was lying on her back, then positioned herself so that she was lying on top of her, not once breaking the kiss. Buffy held herself up with her right arm while her left trailed down once again to the redhead's breasts. She was quickly losing control of her desire.

A bright chirping made her slow down, though. She broke the kiss and looked up, her eyes locking on a small bird sitting in the open window.

'Open window?' Buffy asked herself through the haze. 'When did-'

Her thoughts were shattered as Willow took both her breasts in her hands, cupping them, spreading her fingers, making Buffy throw her head back and moan. Willow took this opportunity to lean her head up and take one nipple in her mouth, pinching the other softly. Buffy cried out, the pleasure overwhelming her.

Willow looked up at her lover and saw how the pale moonlight reflected off her blonde hair, making it seem almost silvery, and her skin as white as milk. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, her face a mask of pure bliss.

"Goddess, you're beautiful," Willow exclaimed passionately, increasing the pressure on Buffy's breasts.

The Slayer smiled warmly and opened her eyes, hazel meeting green. "So are you, love," she whispered. She leaned down and kissed the redhead, once again plunging her tongue inside the other girl, who accepted it and sucked on it greedily.

After a minute or so, the need for oxygen beating her other need, Buffy pulled back, taking a deep breath. She placed light kisses on Willow's swollen lips and her nose, her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks and her lips once again. Her hands wondered downwards again to the redhead's breasts and she caressed them softly as she followed her hands down. She nuzzled Willow's neck and licked her jugular, before placing a kiss in between breasts. She traced the witch's arms with the back or her hands, stretching them upwards, and then entwining their fingers, clenching tightly.

She licked the valley between her lover's small mounds, circled one areola before flicking the nipple with her tongue, then repeating the process on the other breast. Willow was writhing and whimpering under her ministrations, trying to put her hands around her lover.

Buffy released her, but moved downwards before the redhead could embrace her. She licked a wet trail down her firm belly, swirling it around in the bellybutton, before moving further down, to her ultimate goal. She nuzzled the short red hair with her nose, moaning as she inhaled the scent of her lover's arousal. Her moan must've sent vibrations through her witch's body, as she gasped and pushed her hips towards Buffy's mouth, seeking much needed friction.

The Slayer decided that it was time to get down to business and slowly ran her flat tongue against Willow's swollen labia, ending the passionate touch by twirling her tongue slowly around her clit, putting gentle pressure on it.

She ran a finger through her lover's lips and then moved it upwards, letting it take over her tongue's previous task. While her fingers worked on Willow's most sensitive spot, Buffy's started lapping up the juices that flowed out of the redhead, occasionally plunging it as deep as she could inside her entrance.

It didn't take long until Willow arched off the bed and screamed the Slayer's name. As the redhead came down from her high and fell back onto the bed, Buffy slowly crawled up her body and lay on top of her, waiting for her to "wake up".

When Willow's eyes opened, Buffy kissed her softly on the lips. "Love you," she whispered, looking straight into green. Green that quickly filled with happy tears.

"Love you too," Willow smiled. She slowly pushed herself up, so that she was sitting with Buffy in her lap, straddling her hips. They embraced and kissed deeply, hands caressing naked skin and tongues caressing tongue.

One of Willow's hands found its way in between their bodies, and as her fingers started caressing wet, sensitive flesh, Buffy gasped, seeing nothing but bright light and colors, her ears filled with high pitched sound. Barely able to form a coherent thought as she bucked her hips, riding her lover's fingers, Buffy realized the sound was the bird chirping.

For a moment, she thought it sounded like the bird was saying, or rather chirping, 'Buffy! Buffy!' She would've thought more about it, but as Willow pushed a third finger inside her, pressed her thumb down on her clit and bit down on her throat, all at the same time, Buffy fell over the edge into oblivion. Her body tensed up and she screamed her lover's name.

As she came down, she sat up with a start. The dream fresh in her memory, she hoped she hadn't talked – or worse, screamed – in her sleep. Willow hadn't heard her, had she? Buffy looked over at her room mate's bed, seeing her lying there facing the wall. No, she was sleeping. Right? Buffy sighed. The only thing worse than having a crush on your straight best friend was her finding out about it and rejecting you.

The Slayer lied down on her bed with another sigh. Then, something about the dream made her frown. Where the heck did the bird fit in? She looked at the window. 'Closed.' The rain poured down in the pitch black outside. Had it said her name? Was it Willow who was the bird? 'Oh, god no, please.'

Neither girl got any sleep for the remainder of the night.

The End

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