Hungry and Horny

Rating: NC-17

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Spoilers: Season six, but nothing you didn't already know about. Unless you've been in a coma. Or dead. Or something.

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Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Her mother was out of town for the weekend on some gallery thing, so Buffy invited Willow and Xander over for a Saturday night moviefest. They usually fell asleep somewhere during the third movie, but tonight for some reason the two girls were both too wired to sleep. It might have had something to do with having just overcome a very nasty tentacled demon jointly—Willow with her growing magick skills and Buffy with her quick draw on the crossbow; a fight which Xander had missed since he had been occupied in getting Giles—who had once again taken a nasty knock to the head—out of range and to the emergency room. Or it could have been their simple proximity to one another, and the heat of their bodies, which each of them had begun to notice about the other in a more-than-just-best-friends sort of way.

Xander fell asleep on the couch in the middle of "Men in Black" and the two girls left him to it, retreating upstairs to Buffy's room where they sat on the bed and eyeballed one another for a long moment. Finally Buffy gathered all her Slayer courage together in her hands and took a deep breath. "You feel it, too, don't you?" she said quietly.

Willow didn't even pretend to prevaricate. She simply nodded. Then, feeling that she ought to say something, she whispered, "Is this what Faith meant about the hungry and horny?"

Buffy laughed slightly at that. "Some of it," she admitted. "But not all of it. Some of it's just me and you, I think."

Willow suddenly assumed a thoughtful expression. "That's an interesting hypothesis, Miss Summers," she said in a nasal voice, imitating their chemistry professor. "How do you intend to test it?"

Buffy giggled, then took on a studious pose. She pushed an imaginary pair of glasses up her nose, squinted, drew her top lip up to simulate an overbite, and did her best Steve Urkel impression. "Well," she began in a squeaky voice, "First I'll make some charts and graphs and then I'll work some math on my slide rule." Suddenly she dropped the pose. "And then," she continued in a husky version of her own voice, "I thought I might..." she let her words trail off as she leaned forward and gently brushed her lips to Willow's.

Willow gasped at the sensation of that gentle pair of lips against hers. "Oh," she whimpered, disappointed, when they were gone. She opened eyes that she didn't remember closing and looked at Buffy, whose face had flushed brightly. She imagined her own was the same, if not more so. "That was... that was nice," she said softly. "Can... can we do it again?"

Buffy smiled gently and leaned forward again. This time the kiss was more than just a brush of the lips. It was a firm press, and then a ghosting of tongue across Willow's lips, lips which the young witch eagerly parted to allow her friend access. Willow thought perhaps she was on fire as she felt sensations she'd never known before coursing through her body. She let her hand tentatively drift up to Buffy's shoulder, then higher, to tangle in the mass of blonde hair. In return, Buffy's arms snaked around Willow's waist, pulling her closer. Willow felt Buffy's firm breasts against her own and moaned slightly. The Slayer released her lips then and looked her straight in the eye. "Wills... Willow... I... I want to make love with you," she whispered. "I want you so bad. But you gotta tell me yes or no. Do you... Do you want?"

Willow's eyes were unnaturally bright as she stared back at her friend and soon-to-be lover. "I want, Buffy," she breathed. "Oh, do I ever want."

Buffy smiled and kissed her again and sometime in the kiss, Willow lost her shirt and her bra, but she didn't remember it. All she knew was that suddenly there was a coolness against her back and Buffy's warm hands on her breasts, kneading and caressing them gently. She arched her back instinctively, pressing her breasts into Buffy's palms. The blonde giggled softly and released Willow's lips to trail a series of wet kisses from her chin up her jaw to her ear, and then down her neck to her shoulder. Willow moaned her love's name as Buffy's mouth found its way down to her left breast and suckled at the nipple there while her hand teased and rolled the other.

With a gentle push, Buffy lay Willow down on the bed, then stood before her to slowly strip out of her shirt and jeans. Willow's eyes got wide at the sight of Buffy in nothing but a tiny blue lace bra and matching thong; they got even wider when Buffy removed the lingerie and stood before her in all her natural glory. Buffy let Willow look for a moment, then cracked a grin. "Like what you see?"

Willow had to swallow a couple of times before answering in a hoarse voice. "Oh... yeah. I like... much."

"Good. So do I... but I wanna see more." And the blonde leaned forward to undo the fastening at Willow's skirt, pulling the skirt and the tights below it down together, leaving Willow clad only in her sensible cotton panties.

Willow blushed slightly at her lack of sexy underwear. Buffy read the expression for what it was and climbed onto the bed, straddling Willow's thighs and leaning over above her, touching the tip of her nose to Willow's. "Quit it."

Willow blinked. "Quit... what?"

"Quit being all self-conscious. It's me, Wills. You don't have to do anything extra to be special to me, or to make me think you're beautiful." She knelt up, reached behind her, and pulled Willow's panties off, dropping them on the floor. "Now, then, we don't have to worry about all that." And then she lowered her mouth to Willow's, beginning a series of hot, wet kisses that took her down Willow's neck, across her torso and stomach, and down one thigh to her knee. By the time she got there, Willow was writhing beneath her and letting out little mewls of pleasure. She grinned slightly and licked her way slowly up the inside of that thigh almost to the apex of Willow's legs.

It was there that Willow suddenly froze. Buffy noticed the difference immediately and raised her head. "Wills?" Willow's eyes were clenched tightly shut, and there was an expression of fear on her face. Buffy slid back up her love's body to Willow's ear. "Open your eyes and tell me what's wrong."

Willow opened her eyes and two fat tears escaped when she did. "I... I... nobody's ever... what if..."

Buffy smiled and kissed Willow gently. "Then I'm the first person to ever go down on you?"

Willow nodded fearfully.

"And you're afraid of what? That I won't like it? That you won't like it? That you won't know what to do?"

Willow nodded again. "All of the above."

Buffy nuzzled into Willow's neck, licked her pulse point, and then blew on the spot, making the redhead jump. "Okay," she said softly. "A, if I didn't like it, I wouldn't do it. I have actually done this before, once or twice, so I know what I'm getting into. B, if you don't like it, that means I'm doing something wrong. I've never had any complaints, so I'm pretty sure you'll like it. And C, it'll come to you." She kissed each of Willow's eyelids. "Okay, baby?"

Willow drew in a shaky breath and nodded, watching with some trepidation as Buffy kissed her way back down to her previous spot. The blonde apparently did know what she was doing, for she ran gentle fingers across the slick wetness at the juncture of Willow's legs, testing the witch's desire and readiness. At the slight touch, which sent tendrils of fire racing through her body, Willow gasped. Buffy blew gently on the area, hoping for and getting a repeat of the sound. She smiled then, and Willow felt a spike of pure lust drive through her at the nearly predatory expression which graced her lover's face just before the shining blonde head dipped between her thighs and she felt the first stroke of Buffy's tongue on her secret flesh.

Willow gasped, her body arching. Buffy reached up and took her firmly by the hips. "Don't go getting all wild on me yet, Will," she warned. "I haven't even begun." Then she leaned down and began to ruthlessly plunder the warm expanse of skin before her.

At first Willow tried to hold in the sounds of her pleasure, but the sensations rapidly grew too much for her. As Buffy's tongue first circled and then rapidly flicked at her clit, Willow moaned out her lover's name. Moments later, she let out a wordless, high-pitched gasp of desire as a gentle suction was applied to her center.

Buffy, for her part, was in sheer heaven. The musky scent of Willow's desire was all around her, the spicy taste of Willow's pleasure hot on her tongue. The tender flesh of Willow was unfolded beneath her questing mouth and Buffy was beyond knowing anything except that banquet which she consumed with gusto. She brought one finger into play, finally, using it first to tickle Willow's clit and then sliding it inside the witch's molten core. Willow moaned at this sensation. "Oh, God, Buffy... more..."

Buffy smiled and added a second finger to the first, thrusting them gently but deeply into Willow's tight channel, twisting them around, wiggling them, and finally curving them to stimulate her lover's g-spot. Willow began to buck under the ministrations of Buffy's strong hand, and Buffy recognized the signs of impending orgasm. Deciding to facilitate matters, she leaned over and, never ceasing the movements of her hand, she rolled her tongue around Willow's clit before sucking hard on the soft flesh.

Willow cried out Buffy's name as her orgasm claimed her, the bright waves of pleasure rolling over, under and through her in a way she'd never felt before. And when she finally came down, she was wrapped in the strong arms of her Slayer, and she never wanted to leave them.

Xander came up off the couch as though he'd been hit with a cattle prod. Someone had screamed somewhere in the house—he'd heard it. He listened again, and realized the noise was coming from upstairs. Had some demon or other baddie made it into the house? Was it even now menacing his friends upstairs, while he slept the sleep of the oblivious on the couch? He grabbed a stake off the coffee table and began to quietly make his way up the stairs. But the closer he got to the top, the more slowly he moved. Were those sounds of a fight, or were they sounds of... something else?

He waited a moment before moving again, and was nearly startled into falling down the stairs when he heard Buffy's cry. "Oh, God, Willow, yes! Yes, Willow!"

His eyes went wide at the mental picture that cry painted for him. Willow and Buffy...? But it was true, and he knew it was true, because Buffy was moaning now: wordless, rhythmic keening sounds that, despite his own inexperience, Xander could identify as being only one thing. And then his suspicion was confirmed because he heard Buffy's voice once more. "Willow... baby... I'm gonna... oh, God, baby, I'm gonna... oh, God!"

He couldn't stand there any more, not and keep his sanity. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it of the mental images his hormonal-boy brain was throwing at him, he silently made his way back down the stairs. He glanced at the clock, which read 4:37 a.m., and out the window at a sky which was beginning to show hints of false dawn. With that much light out, he needn't worry about his physical safety, but he put a stake into his back pocket anyway before quietly slipping out the front door, pushing the button lock before pulling it shut behind him. Once on the porch, he took a couple of stabilizing breaths, started down the street, and began attempting to convince himself it had all been a dream.

The End

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