ff:Willow Rosenburg CIA Chapter 16

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Title: Willow Rosenberg, CIA Chapter Sixteen: How Soon is Now
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Willow is out of medical school and has been forced to work for the
CIA. Buffy is not happy about it.
Feedback: YES, HELP! Need direction, love and encouragement or the name of a
good therapist. Yes, I already know I suck big time at spelling, grammar as
well as the English Language in general
Rating: NC-17 Smut Alert.
Thanks : Dysfunctional Girl -My Goddess

How Soon is Now


Returning to work wasn't as hard as Willow expected. Her co-workers were
still afraid of her, but by Tuesday afternoon things were almost back to
normal. Willow was sure she wouldn't be invited to any more office parties,
but she was never good at parties any way. 

The only real problem was with Ellen, who wanted to ask Willow questions
non-stop. Questions the witch had few answers for. Willow was still trying
to find the truth herself. Find Herself.

Wednesday was her night to cook dinner. Buffy was out working but due home
any minute, so Willow was enjoying the quiet, cooking, just stirring the
sauce. It was mindlessly peaceful and she was enjoying it.

The doorbell rang, disturbing the witch's peace. "This better not be
Xander." Willow said on her way to the door. Dr. Ellen Pierce stood in the
doorway, dressed casually in jeans and an old Star Con Denver tee shirt.
"Ellen?"

"Dr. Rosenberg, ah, Willow. I hope I am not disturbing you, but could I come
in and talk to you for a while?" Ellen almost whispered, staring at her
feet.

"Why not, but I can already tell you the answer is I DON'T KNOW." Willow
left the door open and walked off to the kitchen, mumbling, "Why couldn't it
have been Xander."

Willow returned to the stove and her stirring. She liked stirring, it was
peaceful, and it helped drown out that internal scream that was saying AH!

Ellen followed Willow to the kitchen, then moved to stand next to Willow at
the stove. Ellen watched Willow stir the sauce for a while silently. The
silence was wearing at her nerves. Dr. Pierce had never been good with
silence. 

"So who is Xander? Wait, don't answer that. Actually, I came here to say I'm
sorry. I just can't help myself sometimes; I ask questions about everything.
I don't mean to be nosey. I just, *I am sorry."

"Willow turned her face to look at the woman. More of a girl really. Ellen
was sincere. Even when she was driving Willow crazy with questions there had
never been any malice in them, just curiosity. Looking at her face Willow
just melted.

"It's ok, I am just not ready for questions. I really don't know the answers
yet."

"Willow, before, at work, I thought we were kind of becoming friends. I
don't have many friends, and well I was hoping we could maybe still be
friends. I will try to not ask so many questions." 

"Ellen, I need all the friends I can get. Would you like to stay for dinner?
I made enough for an army. Well, Buffy eats enough for an army sometimes,
but there's plenty."

"Really?"

Willow and Ellen talked about work and research projects. Ellen was a
competent Chemist and had been analyzing spell ingredients and comparing
them with modern medicine. 

Buffy came home during their talk, and kissed Willow before heading for the
shower. She had taken out a large nest and was covered in dust. 

When she finished she changed into street clothes and returned to the
kitchen for dinner.

"Buffy, do you remember Ellen Pierce from work?"

"One of the bullies and spies."

"More of a spy than a bully, I ask to many questions." Ellen said, smiling
from ear to ear. 
"Ellen, wait, Ellen, Ellen, from last night Ellen?" Buffy asked confused. 

"Maybe, let's just eat now." Willow whispered. 

The night before Willow was still agitated about returning to the office. So
Buffy invented her own form of therapy for the witch. Buffy gave Willow the
thick red paddle, then bent over the couch. She had Willow hit her while
counting from 100 backwards. Before every strike of the paddle Willow had to
name something that was frustrating her at work. Ellen had been one of the
names most mentioned. By the time Willow reached 30, Buffy knew this
whipping wouldn't fade in an hour or two. Willow had become frustrated by
work, Martha, Ellen's constant questions, her non human status, and Buffy
was helping her work through it. When Willow reached zero she was closer to
her old self. Buffy had made love to her on the couch after their therapy
session. Tender, slow love, then she had gone on patrol. 

When Buffy returned, Willow was in a restless sleep. Buffy had woken her up
and they had done a second therapy session in the dark. Buffy had insisted
it be in the dark. She had not wanted Willow to see the bruises had not
faded from their earlier session. Willow was becoming stronger everyday.
Buffy had noticed this, but had not said anything about it. Even her magic
was stronger. Since the crazy spell that unleashed their inner demons,
Willow had been growing stronger.

Buffy had been tortured too many times in her life to count. The Slayer had
been hit thousands of times by strong demons and vampires. So the Slayer
could gauge a punch. Willow was still in the human range of strong, but she
was not in the 'I am a little woman' range of strong. At times when Willow
had spanked her over the Frank's grave, she had actually lifted the Slayer
off the ground with her swings. It normally took a large or very strong man
to do that to the Slayer. It was one of the reasons Buffy liked Willow
taking her in the cemetery over the past few weeks. 

And Buffy did love it when they played. Even now, as Buffy remembered the
hard spanks she had taken with Ellen's name on them, her sore bottom tingled
and Buffy longed for Willow to stroke it with her hand or paddle. Buffy had
become addicted to being spanked. She could not make it an hour without
thinking about Willow. It made her slaying go faster. Well, slaying always
made her horny, so directing it to finishing up to make love to Willow just
gave her a reason to fight harder, longer and stronger. 

After the shaky start dinner had gone well. Ellen was a very lonely person
and really just wanted friends. Buffy had started liking her in spite of, or
maybe because of her sore bottom. After Ellen left, Buffy said, " We have
got to introduce her to Kir."

"Buffy, I think she is straight."

"So? She is lonely and likes Dr. Who. Sound like anyone we know?"

"Kir, I guess they could do the cons together."

"Yeah, Kir loves the whole not having to wear a costume thing, Ellen would
go crazy with her." Willow and Buffy were laughing and holding hands. They
did that a lot. 

"So, do you want to play Dr. Freud on the couch? I'll get the paddle."

"You are really weird, you know that, right?" Willow said, trying to look
stern but failing.

"I am getting the paddle."
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Friday night and they both had headaches. Just getting tickets and boarding
passes for the airplane had been trying. They both were thinking the same
thing. Will this trip to Santa Fe be worth it or were the files nothing but
a lie. Willow do have a fear of her own. What do you say to a biological
parent who may not know you exist.. 

Then there had been the two CIA agents at the airport. Willow recognized
them immediately. Buffy had handled them beautifully. She had grabbed
Willow and walked right up to the two men. Willow had to force herself not
to laugh as the two men tried to hide. Then Buffy said, "Hey, you work with
my wife, right?"

They both continued to fidget and stare at the ceiling. "So what is the CIA
doing hanging at the airport? Anything you need some help with? Somebody you
want me or my wife to slam into the wall, or whatever? Yeah, Wills here is a
really powerful witch. She can pick a bad guy off the ground and throw him
into a wall from across the room. But mostly she leaves killing the bad guys
to me. Yeah, I can put a stake through a bad guy's heart from 50 feet away.
Always keep a stake on me, so you need any help?"

The speech had been funny, but its message was clear. The sunglasses and
trench coat wearing men were in over their heads. If the Slayer or witch
wanted to kill them, even from across the tarmac, the two men would be dead.
Even without Buffy's keen slayer hearing, Willow heard the order for the two
men to retreat, over their headsets on the back of their glasses. 

The Slayer and witch with headaches had put away their carry on luggage and
taken their seats. Once the plane was in the air, Buffy realized something
she had not thought about. All week she had played Dr. Freud over the couch
with Willow to relieve the witch's tension. Every single day of the week
Willow had given her at least 100 strokes across her bottom. On Tuesday
night she had had two sessions, so the Slayer had received 200 spanks across
her ass. Even tonight before they left the house they had played the game.
The Slayer had loved every minute of it, and the sex after the sessions was
fantastic. Only now she was going to have to sit for two hours in an
airplane seat, buckled to the chair with a bruised and reddened butt, next
to the woman she loved. Her bottom still stung from earlier that night, and
the pressure from take off had sent her mind right to her ass. The Slayer
looked at Willow and grew wet. 

After twenty minutes in the sky, Buffy was sure the wet spot was showing
through her skirt. She was so very wet, her bottom ached, and all she wanted
was to place her face between Willow's legs. She couldn't stop thinking
about it. So the sex-crazed Slayer unbuckled her seat belt, and grabbed one
of their carry on bags. She bent down, unbuckled Willow and practically
carried her up the aisle. Thankfully, they were in the back, and the late
night flight was not that crowded. 

Buffy shoved Willow into one of the bathrooms, followed her in, and snapped
the occupied sign. She then picked Willow up and pushed her back on the
counter. The Slayer was fast and she used her speed. She had the redhead's
dress pushed up and her panties moved to the side, in seconds. The first
thing Willow realized before she could protest was that the Slayer was
sucking her clit hard. The sheer brutality with which her lover had dragged
her up the aisle had started wetness to flow between the witch's legs. Buffy
was shoving three fingers into her, ripping the crotch out of her panties to
make room for her hands. Willow simply moved her hips up and her legs apart
in the small room. Buffy was rough, not even kissing her, just pumping into
her as she tortured her clit. Sucking and licking the tender piece of flesh.
Buffy somehow managed to force all of her small hand into the redhead,
pumping her hard, almost to the point were it hurt.

Willow felt alive, on fire, the absolute power in the Slayer was turning
her on. She began to have small orgasm, but she didn't want Buffy to stop,
so the witch was holding back. It took all her will but she held back the
orgasm. Riding the power of Buffy's trust. The force of her clit being
sucked by the Slayer.

Then Willow knew she couldn't hold back and she somehow managed to loosen
the Slayer's lips from her tender flesh. The witch pulled the Slayer to her,
tasting herself on the blonde's lips. Buffy still had her whole hand
slamming in and out of the witch. Willow pulled Buffy tightly to her and
came, moaning into the Slayer. Shaking the whole of her body as the Slayer
held her firmly. Somewhere in the shaking Willow realized Buffy too was
shaking and had joined her on the dive into bliss. 

They clung together, holding each other for what seemed like a lifetime. The
plane hit a pocket of turbulence that only made them cling tighter. Then
Buffy carefully pulled her hand out of Willow, smiling as the witch moaned. 

"Ok, that was fun, but what brought on the CaveSlayer attack? Not that I
minded."

"Yeah, I could see that was you not minding. "

"So what brought this on?"

"Couldn't sit still." Buffy smiled.

Willow thought about it and was still puzzled. "Need more input?" 

"A little to much therapy, which led to remembering said therapy when
buckled to seat, which in turn led to horny Slayer." Buffy said, blushing.

"Sorry" Willow said, a little ashamed.

"I said it made me horny, Willow, horny is not a sorry thing."

"Oh"

"Oh is right."

"Still horny?" Willow asked with a devilish grin. Pam was right. They really
didn't think about anything else anymore.

"Let me see, I guess we could return to our seats and eat bad airline food.
I would be sitting on my bottom, and well, God yes Willow, I am horny."
Buffy couldn't even finish her thought the wetness between her legs taking
over her mind. 

"Trade places with me, then."

"Ok, but first let's get something out of the bag."

"Like what?" Willow said, wondering what Buffy had brought on the trip. 

Buffy pulled out her favorite belt and a butt plug. 

"You have become addicted to those plugs." Willow was really worried. Buffy
really was becoming addicted. She begged Willow to use them all the time. 

"Yes, well, it's better than drugs." Buffy said, as she wiggled out of her
underwear. "Please put it in." 

"I will have to wet it first." Buffy grabbed Willow's hand and pushed it
under her skirt, and between her legs. The Slayer was beyond drenched.
Willow could now see the wet stains on her dark skirt. Buffy was clearly
aroused. "The problems one is forced to solve in life." Willow thought.

Buffy was already rubbing both Willow's hand and the plug through her
wetness. Willow turned the Slayer around facing the mirror. The fit was
tight in the bathroom. Moving the skirt out of the way, Willow roughly
shoved the plug into the Slayer. Buffy moaned and Willow guessed she also
came. Willow then picked up the belt, hoping the fan would drown out the
noise it made. 

"How many?" Willow asked as she snapped the belt across the slayer's bottom.

"I would say forever, or at least a hundred, but you better make it 20"

Willow gave her twenty-five. The Slayer moaned and twitched in ecstasy.
Every time Willow hit the plug the Slayer's moans were deepened. Buffy
really enjoyed this kind of abuse. 

After the spanking Willow turned Buffy around, pushing back her skirt and
forcing her to sit on her bottom, on the plug. Willow snapped the belt
against the Slayer's clit before putting it away. Buffy bit her lip to
avoid crying out in pleasure. Willow stood between the Slayer's legs and
kissed her hard, invading her mouth with her tongue. The kiss was hard and
meant to conquer. She kept the kiss up while resting her hand against the
Slayer's sex. Feeling the wetness in her damp curls. When she was sure the
Slayer was only thinking of the kiss, Willow inserted first two fingers then
a third. Pumping, she shoved in her whole hand.

It had worked; the Slayer was caught off guard. So off guard, her body was
racked in orgasm. Willow loved the feel of Buffy contracting around her
fist. Willow didn't stop, though. She pumped the Slayer hard, swallowing her
moans of joy as she came. Willow brought the Slayer to two more earthshaking
events. When she pulled out the Slayer was crying. Not tears of sorrow or
pain but tears of pure joy. Soon after this the stewardess asked them to
return to their seats.

Willow blushed when she heard the two stewardesses talking to each other.

"Dykes, can't they do that at home?"

"Gloria, you're just jealous."

"Maybe."

Willow had left the plug in Buffy. Not that she could have gotten the Slayer
to take it out. They buckled up and rode the rest of the trip in silence
with great big smiles on their faces.

When the plane bounced on landing, Willow noticed Buffy's eyes roll back a
little and her body shake. Their hotel room could not be close enough.
Willow still had a lot of work to do with Buffy, and the thought made her
very happy.

"I don't get wild. Wild on me equals spaz." Willow

"Anyone who's not having fun here, follow me." -Buffy