Notes – This story has sex and love between two women, if that
offends you then leave now.
Author’s Note – Riley doesn’t exist in my Universe, neither does
The Initiative. I find it more pleasant that way.
Rating – R
Feedback – Shyfox30@hotmail.com
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Buffy was exercising when Willow came into their shared dorm room. She had music playing, full blare, and it was all Willow could do to keep from walking back out. “Hey!” she called out, over the blaring of the CD player. “Can I turn this down?”
Buffy,
finally noticing Willow standing there, nodded her head as she continued her
fighting moves. Willow noticed a package wrapped in brown paper on her bed and
walked over to it. “Hey, what’s this?” Willow asked.
“Don’t
know.” Buffy grunted. “It came for you today.” Sweat was pouring off of the
Slayer’s face and Willow tried not to notice how beautiful she was. Buffy wiped
her face with the towel she kept handy for just an occasion, and went to sit on
her bed. “Are you going to open it, or just look at it for the rest of the
night?” Buffy asked, impatient to see what it was. Her curiosity had been
eating at her all through her work out, and now she couldn’t wait for Willow to
tear into the package.
Willow spared her best friend an appraising
look, then smirked at her. “Dying of curiosity, aren’t you?” She asked. She
knew her friend so well.
“Will!
Would you just open it?!” Buffy asked, exasperated. Though her excited smile
took the sting out of her words.
Willow
chuckled, then opened the package, finding a dusty old tome inside. “Oh!”
Willow gasped, excited. “It’s the spell book my friend said he was going to
send me.” Willow couldn’t wait to start shuffling through the pages, looking for
interesting spells that she wanted to try.
“That’s
great, Will.” Buffy said, smiling. Now that her curiosity was sated she could
get back to her exercising. “Have fun.” She murmured, knowing Willow probably
wouldn’t poke her head out of the book for a couple of hours at least.
“Uh
huh.” Willow muttered, already lost in reading the spells in the book.
Buffy
went over the closet door and started doing chin-ups on the frame. ‘She gets so
excited over those spells.’ Buffy thought, shaking her head and chuckling.
Meanwhile,
Willow was turning the pages of the book, reading the names of the spells on
each one when one of them caught her eye. It was titled, ‘True Love’s Touch’
and the witch that had written the spell had signed her name underneath the
title along with a dedication. ‘Sappho’, Willow thought to herself. ‘Now
there’s an unusual name.’ She vaguely remembered a lesson in a history class
she had taken about a poet in the ancient Greece with the name of Sappho, but
she didn’t remember all that had been said about her. She had been paying too
much attention to Xander and Buffy, who had been goofing off that day because
they were bored. But it struck her odd that a witch had the same name of
the ancient poet, and it
filled her with curiosity to see what the spell was about. But first she read
the Dedication. Twice.
~To the Warrior and follower, may your threads never be cut.
Willow thought the Dedication was rather odd,
and she didn't know what it meant, but it ignited her curiosity, so she decided
to read the spell to see if she could decipher the meaning behind the words. By
the time she finished the page the spell was cast.
“Buffy.”
Buffy heard her name being said, while she was in the middle of pulling her
chin over the door, and she paused confused. She didn’t think Willow would be
done reading so quickly, and she turned her head a fraction of an inch to see
if she could locate her friend out of the corner of her eye. Not being able to
locate her, Buffy sighed and dropped to the floor, before she turned around to
look at Willow. Willow had the strangest look on her face, Buffy noticed, and
it made her pause before her concern took over. “Hey, are you okay? You look a
little...” She stopped, trying to find the right word to describe the way her
best friend was looking at her.
“I’m
fine.” Willow said smiling, her eyes glowing dangerously. “Why do you ask?” She
asked, as she inched closer to her friend, who was standing stock still beside
the closet door.
Buffy
gulped, and tried to fight down this irrational urge to run she was having.
This was Willow. Her best friend. Not some hungry beast who was about to devour
her. Although....at the moment, Willow did have a faint resemblance to a lion,
a tiger, or a bear...oh my. Buffy backed up with each step that Willow advanced
until she found herself against the wall, looking anxiously for any avenue of
escape.
“What’s
wrong?” Willow asked, her eyebrows raising innocently, although her bright
green eyes told a different story. “Is the big bad slayer scared of itty,
bitty, little me?” A wicked smile played around the corners of Willow’s mouth
as the amusement of stalking the Slayer played across her face.
Buffy
gulped...hard. “Um, Of course not. I was just wondering what spell you must
have been reading to work yourself up like this.” Buffy said, trying to find
the reason behind her friend’s strange behavior.
“I’m
not worked up.” Willow denied innocently, as she was a hair’s breadth away from
the Slayer. “Yet.” Willow whispered, before lunging forward and seizing control
of Buffy’s mouth with her own. Buffy whimpered as she found herself pushed back
into the wall and her mouth being completely ravished by her best friend. Buffy
tried hard to protest, but it was pretty hard to speak with her best friend’s
tongue in her mouth. All she could get out were at first moans of surprise and
protest which turned after a short while into unwilling moans of pleasure. She
tried to control the animal attraction that was breaking down every door in her
mind as it tried to get her to take matters into her own hands. She rationally
tried to explain to the animal that this
was her best friend whose lips were devouring and nibbling on hers, and whose
hands were....never mind, don’t go there, she warned her mind as her body felt
exactly where Willow’s hands were. Her friend obviously was under a spell of
some kind and had no idea what she was doing. And if she let her desire get the
better of her, she was sure she’d regret it in the morning. She was about to
rationally and sanely restrain Willow, when Willow not so innocently tweaked
one of her nipples while simultaneously rubbing her hip across the crotch of
the Slayer’s shorts, and she nipped at the Slayer’s ear.
“Oh
God!” Buffy cried an urgent prayer as her animal broke free of its’ cage and
went roaring through her body, sending every fiber of her being into an instant
rage of desire. “God.” She got out again through gritted teeth, as she grabbed
a hold of her friend's body and pulled her to her, feeling every inch of her
body pressed tightly against her. “Will.” Buffy breathed hotly, as she ran her
hands up and down her friend’s body, feeling every soft curve. Willow whimpered
helplessly, as she felt Buffy taking over her role of control.
She
wanted Buffy to take control of her.
Needed
it as if her life depended on it.
Buffy
felt the urgency in her friend, and with negligent strength, picked up her friend
carrying her to the nearby bed. She placed Willow on the bed, then looked down
at her with glowing eyes, seeing the returning heat in Willow’s gaze as Buffy
quickly shed her shorts and T-shirt nearly tearing them in the process. She
felt Willow’s appreciative stare as she shed her clothes, then returned the
look when she removed Willow’s shirt and skirt, as well as everything
underneath. “You’re so beautiful.” Buffy breathed, staring at Willow’s newly
revealed body. Willow allowed her to look her fill, only starting to whimper
when Buffy stood there too long.
Buffy
saw the need in her friend’s eyes, and climbed slowly onto the bed, settling
her weight carefully on top of her friend. Her eyes closed at the blissful
merging of soft skin, and she forgot to breathe for a second as she took the
sensation in. She felt Willow’s hands starting to wander across her back and
opened her eyes to look into the desire filled green eyes below her. “I love
you.” Buffy whispered, lowering her head to bring their lips together, the heat
in their kiss nearly searing her nerve endings. Buffy sank into the passion the
kiss evoked, feeling Willow’s hands everywhere. She took the kiss downward,
spreading kisses over Willow’s chin and neck, then further down into the V of Willow’s
throat, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin until it formed a satisfying
mark.
Willow
was mindless with passion, wriggling under the sensations that Buffy evoked
with her mouth and hands. She wrapped her legs around the swaying Slayer’s
hips, anchoring herself to the passionate Slayer as she took them both for a
ride.
Buffy
could feel her temperature rising, her body changing as something strange and
mysterious built up inside of her. Buffy had made love before, but it had never
felt as all consuming and powerful as this did. The very feel of Willow
underneath her took her to places she had never known, and sent her desire
soaring to an all time high. Buffy was about to go over the edge, when all of
her nerve endings went into sudden shock as she was hit with what felt like a
lightning bolt of pleasure, starting at the base of her spine and searing
outward to every limb. “Willow!” Buffy screamed, as she felt the excess
electricity swimming through her blood stream and electrifying every ion and particle.
It dispersed throughout every part of her body, then gathered again in her
center, building up slowly to full force. Buffy felt the pleasure build until
she thought she would go insane from the sheer force of it. Until it finally
exploded from Buffy’s body, like a bullet from a gun, and entered Willow's body
by the merging of their thrusting hips. They both cried out at the sensation,
Willow’s eyes nearly rolling up into the top of her head at the intensity of
it. Like it had in Buffy’s body, it dispersed into every region of Willow's,
but unlike in the Slayer’s body, it merged with every cell of the Wicca’s
being, before drawing all of its’ energy into her center. But instead of
building again, it stayed there with a dull ache, until Buffy’s thrusting body
forced them both over the edge and it mingled with their converging essences.
It quietly settled into the center of Willow’s core as they both
passed out from the mind blowing orgasm.
Sunlight
played across the bed, sneaking across two forms that lay very still, and very
close. It slipped up one of their faces, to play across the person’s freckled
cheeks and nose coming to rest on their eyelids. Green eyes blinked open, the
ray of sun making them appear dazzling in the early morning light if anyone had
been awake to see them, and a hand brushed red hair out of her eyes. The sun
played havoc on her senses, and she blinked away a wave of pain and dizziness.
“Oh, my head.” Willow groaned, shutting her eyes tight. If she had ever had a
hangover she supposed this is how it would feel. Willow gradually became aware
of things that were out of the usual order when she woke up in the morning.
For
one, the wall that she usually faced when she lay in bed was too close. She
could feel that she was naked under the covers, she usually wore a nightgown to
bed. And then, there was the little matter of the arm that was thrown around
her side and the hand that was lightly resting on her chest. She had no idea
who the arm belonged to, and no memory of how she wound up in bed with the
person. The last thing she remembered was coming back to the dorm room after
classes and finding the spell book. Everything after that was a total blank,
though she suspected that things probably had gotten a little interesting after
that, seeing as how she had ended up in bed with somebody.
She
looked down at the hand on her chest, startled to notice that it looked kind of
familiar. A vague picture of a person was starting to form in her mind when she
heard the person moan in their sleep, and felt the person shift more tightly
around her. The picture in her mind cleared up instantly into the face of her
best friend, Buffy Summers.
‘OhmygodwhathaveIdone?’
Willow had time to think to herself, before she heard Buffy murmuring again,
starting to wake up. She forced herself not to panic as she felt the hand on
her chest starting to move pulling her closer into a tighter embrace.
Buffy
awoke gradually, her senses coming one at a time. At first all she could do was
feel. She felt her nakedness pressed up against Willow’s back, her arm draped
around Willow’s side, gently resting on Willow’s soft skin. She felt Willow’s
hair against her face where she had rested her head against the back of
Willow’s neck. Then she heard Willow’s breaths going in and out, a comforting
sound in the early morning hour. She smelled the fresh scent of Willow’s
shampoo, mixed with the subtle aroma of the love they had made. It brought back
pleasant memories of last night, and a smile graced Buffy’s lips before she
opened her eyes, her arms tightening her hold on her new lover.
“Mmmm,
morning.” Buffy sighed, kissing the back of Willow’s neck. Willow stared at the
wall, her eyes wide, not knowing quite what to do.
Obviously,
her suspicions had been correct, but how did she go about telling Buffy that
she had no memory of what happened last night?
Not
receiving an answer, Buffy at first thought that Willow was asleep. But then
she noticed that Willow’s body was too tense to be asleep. “Will? Are you
awake?” Buffy asked in a whisper. She didn’t want to wake her if she really was
asleep. She heard Willow sigh deeply, but she didn’t turn around and she seemed
to get more tense if that were possible. “Are you Ok?” Buffy asked, a slight
quiver of trepidation in her voice. She had a slew of bad morning after
experiences. She really didn’t want this morning to be another one. She hoped
that Willow would be okay with what they had done last night, but Willow’s
silence was making her worry.
Willow
finally decided that she had to face Buffy. She couldn’t be a coward and hide,
not when Buffy sounded so worried. Turning around in Buffy’s arms, she gave her
friend a hesitant smile. “Morning.”
Buffy
smiled in relief when she saw her friend smile at her. She gently traced a
finger down Willow's cheek and smiled when Willow closed her eyes and leaned
her cheek into the touch.
“I
guess we had quite a night last night, huh?” Willow asked, her smile flickering
briefly as she searched her blank memory.
Buffy
smiled. “Yeah. You could say that.” Buffy sighed, kissing Willow’s lips gently.
“You were incredible.” Buffy beamed.
“I
was?” Willow asked, incredulously. Why couldn’t she remember?! The most
memorable night of her life and she couldn’t remember. It was so unfair.
“The
best.” Buffy confirmed, kissing her again, longer this time. When she finally
pulled back, Willow sighed unhappily. “I wish I could remember that.” She
whispered, then closed her eyes in dismay as the sentence registered to the
Slayer.
“Y-you
mean you don’t?” The Slayer stuttered. “Of course she doesn’t. She was under a
spell, you dope.” Buffy started castigating herself.
“A
spell?” Willow asked, both eyebrows shot into her hairline.
Buffy
didn’t notice Willow's question continuing to berate herself and fate. “Great,
I finally get to make love to her and she doesn’t even get to remember it.”
Buffy muttered bitterly, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees.
“What
spell?!” Willow asked, clearly confused. “A spell from the book?” Willow asked.
“Huh?”
Buffy asked, clearly lost in her own world of misery. “Yeah, I guess. All I
know is you were reading that spell book of yours that you got yesterday while
I was excersizing. The next thing I know, you’re coming onto me like there’s no
tomorrow. I tried to resist Will, I really did, but I’ve wanted you for so
long, and you kept touching me, and I really thought that you would at least
remember it.” Buffy complained, going off on a tangent.
Finally,
some of what Buffy said got past Willow’s wondering about the spell and
registered on her brain. “Wait a minute. Did you say that you finally got to
make love to me? How long have you wanted me Buffy?” Willow asked gently,
staring intently into Buffy’s beautiful blue eyes.
Buffy
looked at Willow for a long moment. Then she shrugged. What the heck, she had
already done the worst possible thing she could think of to ruin their
friendship and Willow was still here. Maybe she had a chance after all. “You
remember that day at Sunnydale High when you were sitting on the bench and I
came up to you and asked if you’d help me with my home work?”
Willow
blinked. “Of course I do Buffy, that was the first day we met. How could I
forget? I kept trying to warn you away from the school nerd and....wait a
minute. Are you saying you wanted me from the first day we met?!” Willow asked,
her eyes wide.
Buffy
shrugged, half embarrassed. “Yup.”
Willow
shook her head in disbelief. “Well, why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Do
the words, ‘I’m so in love with Xander Harris but he doesn’t even know I’m
alive except as a friend.’ ring a bell?" Buffy asked, gently tweaking her
friend. Willow nodded turning red from embarrassment. “Besides, I didn’t want
to scare you off by saying I wanted to jump your bones.” Buffy teased gently.
Willow
laughed outright at that. Buffy giggled too, she loved to see Willow laugh.
“Okay, I understand that. But what about after that?”
“Well,
there was always one thing or another coming between us...and I didn’t want to
lose your friendship. I’ve never had a friend as a good as you, Will. I always
want you in my life.” Buffy said quietly.
Willow
sobered at that. She gently took Buffy's hand in hers, intertwining their
fingers together. “I will always be here, Buffy.” She tugged her friend down
into a hug and they lay there quietly for a few minutes. “You know...there’s
just one thing that I regret.” Willow said finally.
“What’s
that?” Buffy asked, cautiously.
“I
wish I remembered last night. I bet it was great.” Willow said, shyly, a little
embarrassed at her boldness.
“It
was better than great.” Buffy confirmed, staring into Willow’s bright green
eyes. A germ of an idea started in the back of her mind, causing Buffy to smile
a little. “You know, I can’t make you remember last night. But there’s nothing
that says I can’t try to recreate it for you.” Buffy smiled.
Willow’s
smile transformed slowly from embarrassed to passionate. “Do you want to?”
Buffy
looked Willow’s body up and down, recalling it all from memory. “Oh yeah, I
definitely want to.” Buffy said, her voice husky with passion.
Willow
shivered at the tone, a thrill of passion kindling inside her, as Buffy leaned
down and showed her just how much she wanted to.
Continued in “Side Effects”