Summer of Love chapter5 W/B/A NC17

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Summer Of Love
Chapter 5
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W/B/A
NC17
Joss' stuff.
Summary: Buffy wants to play? Willow will play.
Distribution: The usual suspects, you know who you are. Anyone else, 
just let me know.
More thanks for all the feedback. It is most graciously appreciated. 
Short but sweet. More soon, I promise.

" What's wrong? " Buffy asked, a wicked grin on her face. " Not 
woman enough to back up your words? "
Willow smiled.
" Oh, trust me, Slayer, that is so not a problem. "
" Ok then, punish me, " Buffy said, hazel eyes daring emerald 
greens.
The redhead thought fast. This wasn't exactly the way she had 
planned on starting her weekend, but she most definitely was not 
complaining. She stared at the blonde, who wiggled her brows. Fine, 
she asked for it.
" A massage, " she firmly stated.
Buffy's raised a brow.
" You're going to punish me by giving me a massage? "
" No, you're going to give me one, " she clarified, hoping she was 
doing the right thing.
" That's my punishment? "
" Yes. Got a problem with it? "
The smile on her friend's face told Willow that she was, indeed, 
doing the right thing. 
" No problems here, " Buffy purred. " Just tell me when and 
where. "
It was Willow's turn to wear a wicked grin.
" Ten minutes, upstairs, your bedroom. "
The Slayer's mouth fell slightly open, but she kept her eyes on 
Willow.
" I'll be there, " she assured her.
" Good. And don't be late, or you will be in more trouble. "
This time, Buffy's mouth fell wide open and she watched Willow get 
up from the table and go upstairs. Once she was out of sight, the 
Slayer sighed deeply.
" Wow. This is a whole new side of ya, Will. I like. "

*****

Buffy stopped in the doorway of her bedroom, her eyes fixed on the 
redhead stretched across her queen - sized bed. Willow was on her 
stomach, nothing but a pink towel covering her. Well, she did say, 
massage.
" You're late. "
Willow's voice startled her and she stepped over to her.
" I am? " Buffy innocently mused, her eyes taking in the sight of 
her half naked best friend. She had never noticed how long Willow's 
legs were.
" I said ten minutes. It's twelve. "
"Oh, sorry, " she muttered, lost in thoughts of being wrapped up 
in long legs.
" Sorry doesn't cut it, Slayer. "
Buffy was pulled out of her daydream by the tone of Willow's 
voice. It was firmer than before and it sent a warm chill through her 
body.
" It doesn't? " she softly asked.
" No, it doesn't, " Willow stated, looking at her for the first 
time since she came into the room.
Buffy smiled. " Well, whatcha gonna do about it? "
Willow smiled back. " You'll find out soon enough. Now, get to 
work. "
She returned her head to the pillow, leaving a very curious and 
somewhat turned on slayer speechless.

*****

" Oh goddess yes, " Willow sighed, as Buffy's skilled fingers 
worked on her right shoulder.
The Slayer tried to ignore her, concentrating on the task at hand, 
but it wasn't easy. It was difficult enough just touching her, but 
every 'oh goddess ' and raspy moan was making it darn near 
impossible! 
" Oh, Buffy, right there, oh yes, yes. "
Buffy swallowed hard. This was so not good. When did it get so hot 
in here? 
" Goddess, Buffy, you know just the right spot. Don't stop, please 
don't stop. "
Buffy took a few deep breaths, then began working her way down the 
redhead's back. [Willow has the softest skin. I wonder if Oz gives 
her massages.]
At the thought of the musician, Buffy frowned. Suddenly, the idea 
of him touching Willow didn't set well with her. Actually, the idea 
of ANYONE other than herself touching Willow didn't set well with 
her. What was up with that?
A low moan from Willow interrupted her mental musing and she 
smiled. Knowing that she could make her friend moan like that made 
Buffy a big bucket of happy. Even if Oz had given her a massage, he 
probably never got a reaction like this.
" Lower, " Willow mumbled.
Buffy did as she was told, her fingers sliding over Willow's towel 
covered backside where they massaged tenderly. She was rewarded with 
another raspy moan, followed by a murmured, " Goddess, you are the 
best, Buffy. "
Buffy's smile grew. This was going to be a fantastic summer!