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 Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy, Willow or Xander. They belong to Joss and Co. No infringement intended. Distribution: Primordial Souls. Sinful. If you already have some of my stuff, and the previous story, feel free. Other than that, please ask. Spoilers: Nada. Author’s Notes: The second in this series. This is Buffy “confronting” Willow about what she saw. Rating: NC-17/Mature. F/F (Buffy/Willow), masturbation, voyeurism. Feedback: Pretty please with a naked whoever-the-hell-you-fancy on top. Summary: B/W, Xander. Best friends share everything, right?
Willow couldn’t help herself as her shoulders tensed as the doors swung open. She hadn’t talked to Buffy at all over the weekend after what she had seen between her and Faith and wasn’t quite sure how she had managed to avoid the blonde during the school day. Of course it was a Monday so she knew it would be fairly easy because Buffy never seemed to be in tip-top shape for that dreaded day. Choosing the library for her hiding place had not been the smartest plan. Giles was here and where her Watcher was, Buffy was, because that was the way of the Slayer-world. So... stupid Willow plan. But it was the only place she could think of going where she was most comfortable, excluding her own room. And wasn’t it just her luck that the very person she had been avoiding breezed through those doors. Looking up for a second from where she was looking through some musty old book about something or other, she spotted Buffy heading right for her. Of course she wouldn’t be heading anywhere else considering she was the only one in there. Giles had escaped for a few hours to go home and sleep and Xander had gone home. Well, that was what he had told her. She wouldn’t be surprised if she found him in yet another closet with the lovely Cordelia Chase. “Hey there,” Buffy said, her voice bright. “I haven’t seen you all day. Were you here?” “Yeah. Been busy. With school stuff.” Lifting her eyebrows, Buffy picked up one of the books she was looking at. “Demon school stuff, huh? It can be a killer, can’t it?” Willow almost look sheepish at her weak excuse as she smiled at her friend. She hated the awkwardness between them. She hated that it was because of her. But how exactly do you talk to your best friend - who is supposed to tell you everything - when she is keeping some interesting information away from her. And especially with Faith. “So... did you have a good weekend? It seemed like you just bolted Saturday morning. Was everything okay?” Willow shrugged. “Yeah, everything was fine. All dandy in Willow-land.” “Willow... I, uh...” Willow looked up as Buffy looked down at the table. She played with the end of a book for a moment before meeting Willow’s eyes. “Faith told me what happened on Friday. That you saw us.” The blush that rushed across Willow’s face was instant and she looked down at the book in her lap. “W-What?” “You saw us. Me and Faith. Doing... what we were doing.” Willow didn’t know what to say. She was fairly certain that neither of the two had seen her. Actually make that an extremely certain. Of course this was Faith they were talking about, but still... “Listen, Willow, about that-“ “You don’t have to say anything,” Willow interrupted abruptly. “Really. It’s fine.” “You can’t be serious. That must have been a little shocking, at least. If I had seen that...” Willow didn’t respond as Buffy looked down at the table. “Are you mad at me? For that?” Willow looked up and shook her head before even thinking. “No. I-I’m not mad, just... well, surprised and a little hurt that you wouldn’t tell me something like that, I guess.” Buffy stared at the redhead for a moment before laughing outright. Willow blinked at her. “That makes me... so happy. I thought you would be, I don’t know, grossed out or something.” “I don’t think I’m grossed out. It’s not like I can really talk from experience.” There was a lengthy pause and Willow avoided Buffy’s eyes for a moment before meeting them once more. “So how long have you guys been, well, doing that?” “About a month, I think. Let me tell you that was a weird night... Do you want the details?” “Well...” Willow looked sheepish again. “Maybe later... after the getting-used-to-this period.” Buffy smiled. “That’s good. Fine, actually. I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while, but... I just didn’t know how you would react. I was really, really sure that you would think it was weird and wrong or something.” “You can tell me anything, Buffy,” Willow said honestly, her face much more relaxed. She had been a little afraid that the tension she had created would just go on forever. But now most of the tension had rolled away. Another pregnant spell littered the air as Willow blushed a little at the thought in her head. She wasn’t sure she should ask it... but then again hadn’t she just told the blonde that they could talk about anything. But... “You have question face,” Buffy said suddenly and Willow looked up, surprised. “It’s a little less intense than your resolve face, but more confused than your ‘I-just-got-it’ face. So what is it?” “It’s stupid... You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to... I mean, it is kind of dumb that I’m asking you this-“ Buffy ducked her head to capture Willow’s gaze as she spoke, “It’s fine. Ask away. I’m sure whatever it is isn’t that heartbreaking.” Willow blushed. Buffy smiled a little. “Well... I was just wondering... um... have you... done that with Faith? Or... to Faith?” Buffy didn’t look in the least bit surprised at the question and Willow was relieved. Instead she looked a little amused. “Yeah. I have.” “What was it like?” Buffy shrugged. “Well... I can’t really describe it. It’s intense, having that amount of power over someone else. You know, the ability to give them the kind of pleasure that they give you. And it didn’t taste bad at all. I actually kind of liked it, to be honest.” Willow nodded. She was on a roll now. After leaving on Saturday, the image she had seen had brought up a multitude of questions about the experience. And now she couldn’t quite believe that she was about to ask her next question. “What...” Buffy stared at her expectantly and the blush that seemed to have been living on Willow’s face came back full force. “What does it feel like?” Buffy gave a full-blown grin at the question. “Amazing.” “Really?” “Yeah. I mean, it’s hard to describe, too because... well, I don’t know. Whenever Faith does it to me... it’s unbelievable what happens. And I think a lot of that has to do with her being a girl, too. Because Angel’s done that to me - a lot,” she added with her own blush, “and it’s different. Not in a bad way. A totally good way.” Willow smiled. “Wow.” “Yeah,” Buffy said, nodding. An idea that had been flitting around in her head since Saturday morning when Faith told her she had seen Willow watching came back to her. She looked down at the table as she asked, “Would you... like me to do it...” “W-What?” “To you,” Buffy finished, looking up. “Do you want me to do what Faith was doing to me?” Willow couldn’t explain the feeling in her chest and she stared, open-mouthed, as Buffy stood up. She didn’t move as the blonde around the long table and came to stand next to her. Willow looked up at her. “Willow?” “Yeah?” “Do you want me to?” “What?” “Well... eat you.” The blush was on full at Buffy’s brazen words. “Uh...” Buffy smiled easily as she kneeled down next to Willow’s chair. “Trust me. You’ll like it. A lot.” Willow didn’t say anything. What exactly does one say in such a situation? She couldn’t believe what Buffy was offering to her and she was further surprised to find that she was actually incredibly curious to find out what it felt like. Not moving as Buffy easily pulled her chair out, she watched as she settled herself, pushing her legs apart gently, on her knees before her. She gave a fleeting thought to how nice it was that she had decided to wear a skirt today. Buffy’s movements were slow, very slow and Willow could tell that she was giving her space in case she didn’t want this. But she did. She was incredibly curious and turned on at the idea of Buffy down there. Her mind was on overdrive as Buffy pushed her skirt up to her waist. She didn’t say anything as Buffy tugged her forward a little on the seat and she slid down easily. “Lift your hips,” she said softly, her deep hazel eyes looking up at her. Willow complied and she felt Buffy’s fingernails graze her skin as they slipped underneath and began tugging them down. Neither commented on the deep wet stain that was already visible on them as Buffy pushed them past her feet and laid them gently on the table. “Spread your legs,” Buffy said softly, her hands splayed across the inside of her thigh and Willow opened them slowly, her breathing labored. Pushing up her skirt further, Willow watched as Buffy leaned forward, her tongue slipping out between her lips. “Oh!” the redhead cried, her entire body jerking at the sensation of Buffy’s tongue coming into contact with her already engorged clit. She circled it softly and Willow let out a sound resembling a loud mewl. It was... different. Nothing like she had ever felt before. The touch of the blonde’s tongue seemed to have control over more nerves than it should and with each lick and sucking sensation, Willow felt something incredibly powerful building within her body, getting tighter and tighter as Willow got closer to her orgasm. Gripping the edges of the wooden chair where she sat, Willow used her arms to lift her hips slightly, pushing towards Buffy’s face as she threw her head back before laying them back down against the wood. What if Buffy didn’t like that? What did Buffy like? Was it okay to actually... thrust into her face? Every thought that had been plaguing her mind instantly disappeared as one of Buffy’s hands slid underneath her and pushed her hips closer to her face. Willow’s hips immediately followed the action, thrusting up and Buffy responded by rubbing her teeth against the outer lips of her pussy. Willow could feel Buffy’s nose against her clit for a second and she jerked once again, soft cries flowing through her lips at an alarming pace as Buffy’s sucking continued to get harder. “Oh, god,” Willow whimpered. “Oh, my god.” Spreading her legs wider, Willow pushed her hips towards Buffy more, growing bolder as her orgasm grew. Loud grunts echoed from the redhead’s throat intermixed with whimpering cries as Buffy found Willow’s clit and latched onto it, her tongue licking furiously as she sucked roughly. “Oh!” Willow cried out. “Uh!” Willow suddenly let herself drop into the chair with a loud thud as her hands found Buffy’s head, the blonde’s tresses wrapping around Willow’s fingers as she pushed and rubbed herself against Buffy’s face. She could feel Buffy’s nails digging into the skin at her hips and she found the pain to be almost arousing. Willow’s voice echoed in the library as Buffy sucked the redhead’s clit. With one last swish from her tongue, Willow arched into her face, her back bowing as a loud cry fell from her lips. Willow collapsed into the chair, her orgasm causing her body to spasm as she allowed her head to roll against the back of it. Releasing her fingers slowly, Willow jerked once more as Buffy licked at her juices before finally looking up. The library was silent save for Willow’s heavy panting as Buffy slowly worked her way up Willow’s body. The redhead finally lifted her head as Buffy reached it and was met with the blonde’s lips. Her spine immediately straightened with shock as Buffy’s tongue ran along the seam of her lips. She could smell her own arousal on the blonde’s face and after a split second of thought she returned the kiss, opening her mouth next as Buffy slipped her tongue in to play with hers. The idea that she was now kissing her best friend, their tongues rolling around in each other’s mouths, excited her. This was the girl that she told all of her dirty and dark secrets to and they were know going to another level. The feelings that rocketed through the redhead gave her cause to wrap her arms around the blonde’s shoulders and hold her closer as her legs wrapped loosely around her hips. As she moved to cocoon Buffy within her body space, Willow felt the blonde’s hips moving slightly, almost in a back and forth movement and she broke the kiss to see what she was doing. Looking down, she gaped at the sight of Buffy’s hands down her own jeans, obviously massaging herself as they kissed. Her eyes immediately moved to meet Buffy’s and she found them dark and filled with obvious lust and she moved forward, finding Willow’s lips once more. Instead of hesitating as she did the first time, Willow returned the kiss with fervor, pushing her tongue back against Buffy’s. She could feel her arousal growing more and more as they continued to kiss and Buffy continued to pleasure herself. Without even second guessing what she was doing, one of Willow’s hands slowly began moving lower and she traced the arm that Buffy had in her pants until she reached the hem of her underwear. Buffy broke the kiss and nodded, her eyes closed and a whimper escaping her lips as she silently urged Willow to do what she was planning. Willow looked down and watched she slipped her own hand down the jeans and found where Buffy was feverishly rubbing against her clit. It was deliciously hot and humid within her underwear and Willow felt Buffy’s hand move as she slipped her own finger into her slick channel. Taking the cue, Willow pressed her chilled fingers against the blonde’s clit and pushed against it. A small sound escaped Buffy’s throat as she pushed her hips forward, thrusting into their hands and the redhead began to rub it, harder and faster, imitating what she had done to herself Saturday night. “Oh, god, Willow,” Buffy whimpered, “Harder.” Willow pressed harder and Buffy bucked against their hands as she found Willow’s lips once more, their tongues instantly finding each other. As Buffy continued to pump her fingers and Willow rubbed her clit, Willow could feel the blonde’s orgasm approaching and pushed harder, using her juices to give her more pleasure. Buffy let out a cry in Willow’s mouth as she climaxed and, breaking away from her lips, shouted out her pleasure as Willow continued to rub. After a moment, Willow slowed and watched in rapt curiosity as Buffy pressed her body against hers. Finally, their hands stopped and Willow could feel Buffy’s moist breath against her neck as they held hands in her pants. Looking down, Willow closed her eyes as Buffy turned her face upwards and their lips found each other again. Neither noticed Xander up in the stacks, hidden behind one of the large bookshelves, his hand pumping his cock faster and faster. As he came, his seed spraying out, he bit his bottom lip as he watched his two best friends continue to kiss, their hands not leaving Buffy’s pants. Fin l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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