Demon Sword (4/5)

Written by Calle Dybedahl

Willow

Giles, Wesley, Xander, Cordelia, Willow and Oz all turned to look at Buffy when she walked into the library.

"Um," Buffy said. "Faith stayed behind a little. But we are, um... done."

"Yes," Giles said, polishing his glasses as if he was trying to wear them down into a different prescription. "We could..."

His voice petered out.

"We could hear you screaming like a demented monkey," Cordelia filled in. "What was she doing to you?"

Buffy felt herself turn an intense shade of red.

"Um," she said. "Er."

"I don't think we need to know that," Wesley said, almost as red-faced as Buffy.

"Speak for yourself, English-boy."

With an heroic effort of will Buffy managed to speak pretty normally.

"Faith's up in room B25," she said. "If you go there and ask nicely, maybe she'll show you."

Cordelia looked at her in silence for a few heartbeats.

"I don't think I need to know that bad," she finally said.

"Right," Giles said. "If that piece of business is finished, maybe we can move on."

Buffy sat down in her usual chair by the table. Willow discreetly smiled at her.

"Giles?" Buffy said. "After Willow and I are done, is there anything more we need to do tonight? Any ritual stuff with the hero and sword thing?"

Giles shook his head.

"No," he said. "Once you have despoiled the three maidens, that should be it. After that, you just need to get to the ritual site before noon."

"It's at the de la Cruz family crypt," he added. "You know the one with the..."

"...Statue that looks like it's doing something indecent," Buffy said. "I know the place. So that means there's really no need for you guys to be waiting around, right? You can all go home, and Willow and I... take care of things?"

Giles put his glasses back on.

"Yes," he said. "I guess so."

Buffy stood up.

"Good," she said. "Let's do that then, shall we?"

There was a general getting up, relieved muttering and heading for the outside. Buffy tried to look casual as she made sure she was walking next to Willow, magical demon sword casually thrown over her shoulder.

"My place or yours?" she said, trying to pitch her voice low enough for privacy.

"My parents are in Brazil," Willow said. "Joyce is at home, isn't she?"

"Yeah," Buffy said. "So, my place or yours?"

Willow smiled at her. A nervous smile, but still a smile

"I may not have Faith's skills," she said. "But I still think it's best to be somewhere where there's nobody to hear any noises you may make. Brazil should be just about far enough away."

Buffy felt her cheeks start to burn again.

"That's be yours, then."

They kept walking in silence. As they passed the school's exit, Buffy briefly turned and looked back inside. She was just in time to see Cordelia's back vanish up the stairs towards room B25.

She smiled and kept on walking.

Buffy had never ever been so nervous to reach Willow's house. Sure, they usually met up at her house, what with Willow's parents being gone most of the time and all, but it wasn't like she'd been a stranger to the Rosenberg residence. But this was the first time she'd been intending to ravish the Rosenbergs' only daughter.

"On Friday," Willow said as they stood in the street hesitating to turn onto the driveway, "that's our first date, right?"

"Well, we haven't ever been on any before so it has to be," Buffy said. "How so?"

"My mom once told me never to put out on the first date," Willow said.

Buffy turned and looked at Willow. She was smiling.

"She never said anything about before the first date," she explained.

Buffy couldn't help smiling. Willow was just so cute when she was happy.

"We should get indoors," Buffy said. "Unless you want your neighbors to see you get sloppily kissed right here in the street."

"It's two in the morning," Willow said. "There won't be anyone watching. Our neighbors are very boring."

Somehow, they had ended up with their faces less than a hand's breadth apart.

"Willow Rosenberg," Buffy said. "That sounded not unlike an invitation."

She moved a little bit closer.

"Maybe it was," Willow said, moving a bit closer still. Buffy could feel the heat radiating from her on her skin.

"And how would I know if it was or not?"

"I guess you'll just have to take the risk."

It didn't feel much like a risk to Buffy. She leaned forward the last little bit and softly put her lips to Willow's.

At first it was no more than that. Their lips touched. Soft, lovely lips. Feeling so like and yet so very, very unlike the lips of Cordelia or Faith. Slowly, she parted hers, and after a moment's hesitation Willow did the same. Slowly, as if afraid to scare off a wary animal, Buffy touched Willow's lip with her tongue. It was soon met by its counterpart, and a gentle back and forth play commenced. The tip of the demon sword scraped the road as Buffy put her arms around Willow and pulled her close. She found herself not just wanting, but almost needing to feel Willow's body against her own, and from the way Willow's hands held on to the back of Buffy's head, the feeling was not one-sided.

Buffy broke the kiss.

"Even if your neighbors are so boring that you're comfortable getting naked in the street," she said, "I'm not. And I think your bed is more comfortable than tarmac anyway."

Willow still had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. She didn't appear to have heard a single word Buffy had said. A beatific smile lit up her face.

"I kissed you," she said. "I kissed Buffy Summers."

Buffy couldn't help smiling.

"Yes, you did," she said.

Her smile turned a little sad.

"I wish it didn't have to be like this," she said. "I wish we could do the dating thing first, and end up in bed eventually because we wanted to, not because the world is going to end if we don't."

Willow laid a finger across her lips.

"Hush," she said. "It's fine. Who knows how long it'd have been before we found out about each other if this hadn't happened? We should send the demons a thank-you note."

"Before or after we kill them?" Buffy said. "But yes, I see your point."

She took Willow's hand and started walking up the driveway.

"I can still wish that it'd happened perfectly, though," she said.

Willow's bedroom was not a new place for Buffy to be. Far from it. She'd even slept in it on a number of occasions. Heck, she'd even slept in the same bed as Willow before. Although now she wasn't so sure that Willow had actually slept on those occasions, if she'd been kind of in love with Buffy all this time.

Her thoughts got interrupted by a kiss. A quick, eager touch of lips to her lips, a brief swipe with a tongue and then emptiness again.

"Hey, dreamyhead," Willow said. "You're supposed to have your wicked way with me, remember?"

Buffy smiled at her.

"Not likely to forget that in a hurry," she said.

Willow sat down on her bed.

"Well," she said. "So get to it, then."

"Since when are you this forward and aggressive?" Buffy asked. "Maybe I'd better check with Giles that the demons didn't do something to you."

"Since you asked me on a date," Willow said. "That kind of thing can make a girl a bit giddy."

Buffy looked at her. Which she'd done lots and lots of times before, of course, but this time she really looked at her. Shoulder-length red hair. Bulky knitted sweater and unflattering floral-print skirt. Bright red tick stockings.

She sat down next to Willow.

"Those clothes really don't show how pretty you are," she said.

"Want me to take them off?" Willow said, still smiling her infectious smile.

"Yes, please," Buffy said.

Willow stood up and pulled her sweater over her head. Her skirt followed the sweater onto a nearby chair. Then she stopped.

"Um," she said. "I would kind of feel less nervous about this if you were getting undressed too."

"I hear and obey," Buffy said. She stripped off her own top. Which, since she hadn't bothered putting her bra on when leaving Faith, left her naked from the waist up.

"Oh," Willow said. "You..."

She fell silent. Her gaze was fixed on Buffy's chest.

"What?" Buffy said, looking down onto herself. "Is there something wrong?"

"No!" Willow said. "Absolutely not. No wrong. No wrong at all. You look... very right. Lots of right. Right as rain. Although I never got why rain is supposed to be more right than anything else. But you are. Righter than anything else. Including rain."

She ran out of breath.

Buffy wiggled her chest a little.

"So you like my breasts?" she said.

"Mh-hm," Willow said.

"Can I see yours?" Buffy said, bringing on her puppy-dog look.

"Oh," Willow said. "Yes. Of course."

She hurriedly stripped off her top, stockings and bra, leaving her in nothing but panties.

"Um," she said. "This is, well, it."

She held her arms out to the sides, to give Buffy a better look at the complete Willow package.

"Mmm," Buffy said. "Looks yummy."

She got up from the bed. She reached out her hand and softly ran her fingers over Willow's left breast.

Willow gasped.

Buffy smiled. She brought up her other hand as well, cupping both of Willow's breasts, then leaned in and eagerly kissed her. She felt Willow's arms go around her and stroke her back. While they kissed, she moved her own hands in similar strokes down Willow's back, ending by sliding them under the elastic of her panties and squeezing her ass. Willow tried the same, but couldn't get her hands under the top of Buffy's jeans. She broke the kiss.

"Now you're the one too dressed again," she said.

Buffy took a step back. She slowly unbuttoned the jeans. As the fly opened, her pale pubic hair started peeking out, since she hadn't bothered putting her panties on either. She kicked her shoes off, dropped the pants and stepped out of them.

"That better?" she said.

Rather than reply, Willow removed her own panties, leaving them booth equally naked.

Buffy sat down on the bed's edge and held out her arms in an inviting gesture. She'd intended for Willow to sit sideways in her lap, but wasn't exactly disappointed when her friend instead chose to straddle her legs facing her. She showed her approval with yet another kiss, and by running her hands through Willow's lovely hair.

"Hey," she said after a little while. "How are you feeling?"

Willow smiled at her.

"Happy," she said. "A little nervous. Very excited. Worried that I'll get things wrong."

Buffy stroked her cheek.

"So you're OK with this?"

Willow smiled.

"Yes," she said. "I am OK with this. Not that I really have a choice since the world will end if we don't do this, but I am."

"I'd rather let the world end than hurt you," Buffy said.

"No you wouldn't," Willow said. "You wouldn't be my Buffy if you were the kind of person who would."

Buffy couldn't help but smile.

"No," she said. "I wouldn't."

She let herself fall backwards onto the bed, feet still planted on the floor. Willow followed her down, resting on her elbows just far enough down that her nipples touched Buffy's skin.

Buffy had never before been so incredibly aware of two points on her body.

"So," Willow said. "What are you going to do to this maiden, hero?"

Not needing many moments to think about it, she grabbed Willow's hips and pushed her forward until she could catch a gorgeous pink little nipple between her lips. She started teasing it with her tongue at the same time as she pulled her leg up between Willow's legs and pushed against her vulva.

Willow made a sound that might have been intended to be a word, but never even got close. From the way she pushed back hard on Buffy's leg, Buffy guessed she didn't mind the treatment. She started moving her hips, rubbing herself against Buffy's thigh.

Buffy moved one hand from Willow's hip to the breast she wasn't sucking on, lightly pinching its nipple.

"Oh my," Willow gasped. "B-Buffy?"

Buffy reluctantly let the stiff nipple escape her lips.

"Yes?" she said.

"I want to touch you."

Rather than answer verbally, she took hold of Willow again and laid her down on her back. She then got up on her hands and knees straddling Willow, reversing their positions. Like Willow had, she brought her breast down within mouth's reach. It didn't take more than a split second before her nipple was surrounded by warm wetness. Rather than a thigh pushing on her sex, though, a hand lightly touched her there. Fingers played between her labia, eliciting a moan from her.

"Oh, that's good," she moaned.

Chill air hit her saliva-wet nipple.

"What about this?" Willow said from under her.

A finger slid inside her vagina, rubbing the rough front wall.

Willow's finger slid inside her vagina. Inside her.

The combination of the exquisite feeling and the knowledge of who was doing it sent an intense shiver of pleasure all along body. She thought some sound escaped her, but she had no recollection what it might have sounded like.

The finger kept moving inside her, and it felt like it had been joined by another one. Or two. Despite her Slayer strength, Buffy's thighs and arms were trembling, and she worried that she'd simply fall down onto Willow. Rather than do that, she drop to the side in a more or less controlled fashion, ending up lying on the bed next to Willow.

The wonderful fingers stayed where they were and kept doing what they did.

She wanted to touch as well as be touched. She wriggled around until she could reach to kiss Willow, kiss her hard and with abandon. She wanted some part of herself inside Willow while a part of Willow was inside her, and her tongue in Willow's mouth seemed to fit the bill.

Somewhat.

Breaking away from Willow's mouth and moving out of reach of her hand, Buffy began kissing her way down Willow. Slender, pale throat. Shoulder. Beautiful little breasts, with beautiful little nipples. Surprisingly muscular abdomen, with pretty little belly button. Pale red and curly hair. Glistening wet lower lips that parted easily under a probing tongue.

She caressed Willow's inner thighs with her hands and eagerly licked her vulva. Loud gasps and entreatments never to stop came from the redhead, and Buffy could feel her entire body twitch every time she sucked on the clitoris.

She lifted her head for a moment. Willow's hips tried to follow her up.

"Do you want to do me?" she asked.

"Yes," Willow said, without even a split second's hesitation.

Not hesitating either, Buffy moved back on top of Willow, but this time with her own head between Willow's legs and her legs cradling Willow's head. She hadn't even got herself properly into position when she felt Willow's mouth on her sex.

It felt wonderful.

She got back to work on Willow's pussy, except this time she added a finger going in and out of her to the oral stimulation. From a slight vibration against her own sex, she guessed the addition was well received.

Buffy tried to pace herself. Just the knowledge of what she was doing was making her giddy, and she wanted it to go on for as long as possible. She tried to concentrate on what her mouth was doing and ignore what was happening between her legs. It helped that she'd already been quite thoroughly satisfied twice already in the past few hours, and she succeeded quite well in keeping her excitement in check.

Not so Willow.

It wasn't very long before Buffy felt Willow's body arch under her, and the licking and sucking and finger-fucking she was getting got frantic and erratic. She smiled to herself and kept going as before. When Willow's orgasm seemed to be abating, she increased her efforts until her friend was bucking and screaming again.

She had no idea how long she managed to keep it up before her own pleasure suddenly and without warning exploded. Faintly, she heard herself scream like a banshee.

They lay holding each other as the sun came up. The night air that stole in through the window was a little chillier than either of them really wanted, but none of them wanted to move away from the other long enough to get a blanket over them.

"Hey," Buffy whispered. "Are you all right?"

"I never felt like this with Oz," Willow said.

Her head was resting on Buffy's shoulder.

"I didn't know you'd even slept with Oz," Buffy said.

"Oh, I haven't," Willow quickly said. "I meant the I have to touch her or I'll explode feeling I had when we got here. With Oz, it's always been more of it might be nice than this... need."

"Cordelia and Faith was kinda fun and felt good," Buffy said. "You gave me butterflies, like Angel used to."

Willow frowned. As well as distractedly stroked Buffy's thigh.

"So are we gay?" she asked.

"Do you want to sleep with me again?" Buffy said.

Willow nodded.

"Bigtime," she said.

"Then I guess we are gay," Buffy said.

Willow thought about it.

"Cool," she said.

She moved up a little and kissed Buffy's chin.

"My lesbian lover," she said. "My girlfriend."

"Hey," Buffy said, smiling like the sun. "We haven't even had that first date yet."

"Hm," Willow said. "My girlfriend-to-be, then."

Buffy slowly stroked her hair. She was about to say something more, when she realized that Willow's breathing had changed to the soft regularity of someone sleeping soundly.

Careful not to wake her friend -- her girlfriend -- Buffy extracted herself from their embrace. She got a blanket and draped it over Willow, so she wouldn't wake from the still chilly morning air.

Finally, she put her clothes on, grabbed the sword and climbed out the window.

Proceed to the final part.