37 minutes
by Dennis
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Note : yet another B/W story... of course.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters, obviously. All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Warner Brothers, UPN etc.
Time : takes place in the beginning of season 7, after Willow has returned from England.
Comments : please write to daneel_seldon@hotmail.com
Archiving or reproduction : do as you like, just send me an email about it.
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Buffy pulled her hand back. Shifting her weight to compensate. Balled her fingers into a fist and looked sternly a Willow.
"You're gonna die screaming!"
And then she threw the punch, aimed directly at her best friends nose.
37 minutes earlier.
Buffy leaned back in the tub. The hot water washed over her upper body, leaving her in a warm blissful state of mind.
"Ahh.. Saturday". She said with quiet, simple delight. 'Every day should be like Saturday'.
She had put some small bath salt-figurines, shaped like animals, into the water, creating a slick smooth feeling.
The warmth seemed to ease into her bones and she let out a sigh.
'I wish my hole life could be like this..' She thought, feeling droplets of sweat forming on her forehead as she closed her eyes. The back of her head nuzzled to a rest on the edge of the bathtub. She smiled vaguely. 'Unbelievable'.
Her mind went blank.
Salt. Her lips were salt. Heat. Definitely heat. She opened her eyes. Water. She was immersed in water. Nice soft water.
Female. Definitely female. She let her fingers on both hands slide across her chest and ended up cupping both breasts. One in each hand. Felt good. Soft.
Eager to look at the rest, she stood up. Making some wonderful, vivid water-splashing sounds in the process.
'This is what it feels like to be alive'. She thought, sucking in the sensations.
She let her hands smooth over the curves of the hips. Starving for the feeling.
She rubbed the thighs slowly. 'Strong muscles under such a flimsy body.' She noted in a matter of fact way, before sliding the hands upward.
"Oh!"
'Almost forgot about that feeling.' She thought, with some surprise.
She felt the pubic hair beneath her fingertips. Crude and soft at the same time. Automatically she had closed her eyes; the entire nervous system focused in on the fingertips. The tickling feeling that moved up her spin, as she rubbed slowly around in circles, made her smile even more.
'It's called.... mmh.. clitoris! That was the name!' She thought, proud of herself for remembering. She had looked it up at the doctors, when he had left the room.
Slightly uneasy on her feet, standing as she was, on a wet and smooth surface, she slowly sat down on the edge of the tub. Her legs apart.
'Now where was I..' She thought, with some amusement as she adjusted the bodyweight.
She put the left hand on the right breast. Squeezing it softly.
'Not to bad.. But not good enough!' She thought, on the virge of giggling, as the other hand went down between the legs.
She rubbed, squeezed, rubbed in never ending motions, pushing her legs harder and harder against the bottom.
Until...
Buffy wobbled, fighting to regain her balance, she found herself sitting on the edge of the tub.
"What am.. I..".
'Doing?'
She felt light-head.
' Almost as if I've... touched myself?' She thought surprised, rubbing her thumb against her index finger on the right hand.
"Must have been.. Amazing?!" She said, looking incredulous at her fingertips.
Last thing she remembered was laying down in the water, letting the tension go.
Unnerved by the lack of memory, she got out of the tub and clasped on to a towel. The vague tired feeling, the humming in her limbs, as she let the towel absorb the moisture, only confirmed her suspicion.
The total lack of any detail her in mind, made her very uneasy.
Feeling bad and a touch desperate, she threw the towel in the bind and put her white cotton robe on. The rather nice feeling of the fluffy fabric, that she used to enjoy, was lost on her this time around. Her thoughts were darting in all directions, but mostly she was thinking about brain tumours.
Trailing some water behind her, she left the bathroom, heading directly for Willows room. The redhead could easily shed some light on this, she told herself reassuringly. At least she hoped that her friend could alleviate the gnawing feeling of impending doom.
"Will.. Are you up?"
She knocked quietly at her friends door, but got no responds.
"Will.. Sorry to disturb you.."
She was sitting on the bed, in her panties and tank top, looking tired. Her feet barely touching the ground.
'She looks so cute when she has that sleepy face on.'
The redhead looked dazed at her, muttering a "sorry" as she looked up at her.
Buffy sat down beside her, unintentionally letting the bottom of the dressing gown open up, revealing her legs almost all the way up to her waist.
"I just lost some time... I mean, I don't remember what happened.." She proceeded to tell about her experience, toning down the bit about her possible masturbation. — Feeling pretty awkward about mentioning it at all, but realizing that it just might be important.
"Oh.. I'm.. sure its nothing.." Willow said and glanced at Buffy's now very exposed legs.
"But.. it's just... with my mom and everything... Perhaps I should go to the hospital?"
"Perhaps.. but... I don't think so.. Come with me!"
Willow walked briskly out the room.
"What..?"
Buffy followed the redhead. Noticing her friends blond lace panties and how they moved as she walked down the corridor.
'Are they new?' Buffy thought fleetingly before rejoining her in the bathroom.
"Show me! - I got an idea... but I'm not sure.."
"......ehm... well........... yearh..... I was lying down. Like this."
Buffy walked to the tub and stepped into it, holding the robe in place as she laid down.
"I think my head was like this.. and my legs like this.." Buffy said, adjusting herself in place.
"And you weren't touching yourself at this point?"
Buffy blinked at the blunt question, but felt silly about her reaction, and simply stated; "No." In a matter-of-fact voice.
"Mmh.. okay, and then you suddenly found yourself sitting at the edge. Facing the wall?"
"Yep!"
She pulled herself up on the edge, with her back to Willow.
"Your knees were held together?"
'Did Willow sound.. coy?'
"No... They were like this."
She spread her legs. Finding a steady balance as she did so. The robe was wide open and the ribbon that had held her hair together, had handed in its resignation. 'Man! I must look a mess'. She thought, suddenly very self conscious.
"And your left hand... did this?!"
Willows left hand found its way beneath the white fabric, cupping her right breast with a gentleness Buffy hadn't thought possible.
Buffy drew in a sharp breath. Her pulse started racing away. Her blood rushing in her temples. She had thought of something like this so many times she couldn't count them and now it was happening. Willows warm sensitive hands on her body!
"And your left hand, did this?!" Willow repeated herself, this time with a lower pitched voice.
"Y.. yearh... but... I.. I was squeezing.. slightly...".
"Like this?" Her voice so low, it was almost incomprehensible.
"Oh... ex----actly..."
Buffy had closed her eyes. She felt Willow's right hand flatly on her stomach, sliding down.
She twisted her head, wanting, needing to kiss those beautiful lips of hers. But what she found instead was the longest second in her life.
It wasn't Willow!!!
A girl, with long blond hair and shiny blue eyes!!!
And then she wasn't there anymore.
Willow was back.
Buffy tumbled backwards. Panic ripping through her. She hit her elbow on the floor, but completely ignored the jolt of pain, scrambling to get to her feet.
"GET away from her!!!"
The girl in front of her, mimicking her beloved friend, looked frightened.
' And that's my edge!' Buffy thought, the mentality of being The Slayer for many years kicking in. ' Perhaps, I just need to bluff?! ' She thought, putting things together quickly.
Buffy pulled her lips back in a snarl and whispered with pretended fury;
'She's MINE! Get out or you're dead!"
Now.
Buffy's fist stopped half an inch away from Willow's nose. Air pushed in front the fist blowing away a small strand of hair. The redhead took a small step backward and shook her head. She looked around with a bewildered expression on her face.
"WILL! You're back!"
Buffy clamped her face between her hands, and kissed her eagerly all over her face.
"Hey.. .. Buf... .. what's.. .. with the kissing?"
"You really don't know, do you?" Buffy looked into her eyes, ceasing on her cascade of kisses.
"I'm sitting on my bed... and the next thing I know, I'm standing here in the bathroom... being kissed... by you."
Buffy smiled and put her right hand on the back of the redheads neck, gently pulling her head closer.
'It feels so right that it scares me..' Buffy thought as their lips made contact.
She pushed her tongue between Willows lips, searching for her friends tongue. And found it. So warm. So soft.
Buffy had a faint notion of her hand in Willows hair. Groping, pushing her head closer.
'God... There most be a God; nothing this good can happened by chance...'
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEIIII!!!"
The scream tore them apart.
"DAWN!!" They yelled in unison.
Buffy was out the door first, with Willow right by her heels.
They found Dawn sitting on the floor, in her room, her legs spread out as if she had just keeled over.
"I..." She looked up at them both. Tired beyond belief.
"Are you.. okay?" Buffy asked, coming to her side, helping her up on the bed.
"Uh.. yearh.. think so... Something tried to come.. in.. me.. ghost-spirit-thing..... guess it couldn't... I... I felt it scream.................... I think it died, Buffy!"
"It died screaming!" Buffy smiled with a touch of cruelty.
"Probably to much Key in you yet, Dawnie." Intoned Willow, now standing by her side.
"You knew about.. it?"
Buffy and Willow looked at each other.
"We... found out." Stated Buffy in a flat voice.
"So, so tired.. I'm just gonna..."
Dawn leaned back and fell asleep in an instant.
Willow pulled the bed covers over her and smiled.
"So much for that.. Buffy, what happened? What did I do.. I mean what did it do? It did do something with my body, didn't it?" Willow said, with a touch of fear seeping through..
Buffy nodded in the direction of the door and they both headed out, Willow closing the door behind them.
"Well, I got the scare of my life, when she appeared with her own face, in your face —literally - but... besides that it wasn't to bad. Not bad at all!"
"Buffy, you are smirking! What did I do? Please tell me!"
Buffy took her hand and let her into the bathroom.
"I'll do better than that, Will; I'll show you!"
She locked the door behind them and dropped the robe.
The End.