Down Twisted
by drkdreamer
Chapter 9
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Down Twisted 9
By 12:50 a.m., everyone was safely back inside Alexandra Robert's house. Willow and the older woman, actually, had been inconsed since 9:00, Buffy had left around 11:00 to make her nightly patrol. Surprising all, the Slayer had made it back home at 112:30. Before heading back towards the bedroom, the blonde teenager had shot Alex a slightly puzzled look.
"Ya know, it's really freaky. Seems like the Big Bad, and assorted evil, has decided to lay low for a while. I'm back so early because I didn't find anything but a few newbies to dust tonight! I'll ask Giles tomorrow, surely he'll know if something is up."
The dark Southerner had made some noncommittal remark before wishing Buffy goodnight. Privately, she thought Skyton had turned his frustrations upon the supernatural beings who made Sunnydale their home base. Today had yielded one small clue, it seemed a man fitting Tom Skyton's general description had been spotted walking down the streets of the town's seedier district. The only puzzling thing, since the first victim was found, no other humans had turned up as killings. Alex had put two and two together to form the most likely scenario in her own mind, there was little she could do about that situation at this moment.
The older woman chose to put those unsettling thoughts on the old back burner as she began to make out her bed. With a bittersweet grin, Alex shot a glance towards the closed bedroom door. She couldn't resist thinking that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be The night and it cheered her immensely. The Southerner then decided to be nice and give those girls as much privacy as she possibly could. Alex was grinning as she got her compact radio/CD player, chose a stack of CD's from her collection and made her way back to bed. The gray eyes sparkled as she pushed the on button, slipped the headphones on and lay down.
Inside the bedroom, Buffy Summers was staring at the photo of Brett and Alex, trying hard not to be so hyper-aware of Willow's presence. The smell of the citrusy shampoo, melding so well with the Irish Spring soap and the red head's own natural scent was driving the Slayer to distraction. To combat that sensation, Buffy attempted to solely concentrate upon the Southerner's hugely tragic circumstances. They should've had more time together; witnessing the total joy on Alexandra Roberts face caused an ache within the Slayer's heart. Now, finally, she perfectly understood the Southerner's dark currents and she couldn't help but silently mourn for that woman. Somehow though, despite the magnitude of all the pain in which she'd suffered, Alex still managed to retain her warm, caring side. It utterly amazed Buffy to realize that; how the hell had that woman managed to accomplish this no small feat?!?
Over on the bed, Willow shut down her laptop and glanced over at her best friend. Buffy had been acting strangely all evening and the red head simply didn't know what to make of this situation. At certain points during dinner, the Wiccan could have sworn that Buffy Summers actually looked at her with burning, desire-filled gray eyes! But then, when she'd once again catch the Slayer's gaze, those orbs would be the same hazel color as usual. This had, naturally, totally confused the green eyed girl. She needed to make sense of this mind boggling situation, for her own piece of mind, if nothing else.
"Buffy...is everything all right?"
The mere sound of her best friend's voice actually caused the blonde Slayer to flinch! She'd been lost in her own musings and simply hadn't expected any conversation from the other girl. Buffy had to swallow back the lump in her throat before she could respond to that question.
"Yeah."
The blonde, after first putting back the photo, then sauntered over to where Willow was silently waiting. She took the time to notice that they where dressed very similarly tonight, in tee shirts and shorts.
Easy access, baby, was what her id began to gleefully shout.
Buffy's only course of action was to roll her eyes at that bold statement. When she reached the bed, she sat down and simply stared deeply into the other girl's eyes. The red head had to suck in her breath when she became aware of the almost outta control need reflecting out from the Slayer's dark gaze.
"Buffy, what...."
Acting entirely on instinct, the blonde placed one finger across her friend's wonderfully expressive lips.
"You are so beautiful, Will, I've always thought so."
The witch's stunned green eyes widened at those surprising words. Buffy's hot gaze then locked upon the mouth her finger was, unconsciously, stroking against. The Slayer had to lick her own suddenly dry lips as her eyes literally devoured every curve of the Wiccan's half opened orifice. Well aware that her decision concerning Willow had been made, Buffy Summers she jumped in with all her Slayer bravado.
"I want you so much," she sighed huskily as her hand cupped Willow's face.
Oh my goddess, thought the red head, did I just hear that right?
"You...you really want me, Buffy?"
The blonde would have laughed if the question didn't hurt so much. The Slayer realized that Willow Rosenberg's huge insecurities had just reared their ugly head and she strove to batten them back down. She went for the truth, hoping it would convince the Wiccan that she was not just jerking the other girl's chains.
"I've always wanted you. Sometimes I think I wanted you, Willow, before I even realized what that damn word meant. I want to make love to you. Hard and fast or slow and sweet, just tell me you want this as badly as I do, Will?"
The Slayer's eyes had gone dark, smoky and blue as she had talked. She was beginning to think, however, that she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life. Willow just sat there, staring back at her in stunned disbelief or something like That. Just when the blonde girl was starting to believe that she'd destroyed the best friendship she'd ever known, Willow spoke.
"Well," the redhead breathed, almost not trusting her own voice, "that's good, Buffy Summers."
And just like that, hope sprang eternal within the Slayer's waited soul.
"It is?"
The red head inched a shade closer before grinning quite tenderly at her astounded best friend. This close, Willow Rosenberg could feel the awesome amount of heat radiating off of Buffy and she realized that girl was burning with the sheer want for her.
"Of course, you big dork, because I happen to want you too."
The Wiccan was instantly gratified to witness the hugely goofy smile that lit up her best friend's face. Buffy looked like she'd just won the lottery and Willow was delighted her words had the power to do that to the mighty Slayer.
"Really, Will?"
The almost naked pleading in that voice caused a fire to erupt within the belly of the witch. She knew, then, that she could either make Buffy Summers really happy or cause the girl the deepest pits of pain with her next choice of words and the power trip was exalting.
"Really," said the red headed girl right before she finally leaned forward to brush the barest, baby soft, kiss across the mouth that had so haunted her through the years.
Holy Mother of God, thought the amazed Slayer, I was totally right! Willow Rosenberg really does have the softest lips known to mankind!!
It left Buffy hard, hungry and aching for even more contact with the intoxicating Wiccan. With ravenous intent, the blonde slanted her mouth over Willow's, kissing the girl as if the world where coming to an end. The redhead for her part kissed back with equal amount of passion as she slid her arms around the Slayer's warm neck and held on for the ride of her life! The blonde, beginning to feel light headed from loss of oxygen, regretfully pulled slightly back.
"God, you taste Good, Will but I need even more."
Buffy's normally steady hands, trembled, as she reached out to grab the bottom of her best friend's tee shirt. She hesitated briefly, all too fully aware that they where standing upon a precipice from which there would be no safe return. The gentle, slow, feather-light touch of Willow's tongue gliding across her left cheekbone convinced the aching Slayer that they where in this together. Before the witch could even process the thought, the other girl had raised the shirt above her head and dropped it uncaringly to the floor. The first sight of Willow's heaving breasts literally stole the breath from Buffy's body. They where perfectly shaped, with delicate, pale, pink nipples that hardened so nicely under her simmering gaze.
"God, Will! You're beautiful, so damn beautiful."
The note of awe in that husky yet throaty voice played sheer havoc with the redhead's teeming emotions. The witch, instinctively, began to cross her arms over her chest. The Slayer's hotly whispered comments forestalled any more action on the green eyed girl's part. "No! Baby, don't ever think like you have to hide yourself from me. I adore each and every part of you, dontcha know that by now? You really got no clue exactly what you do to me, do ya, Will?"
The blonde never gave her a chance to answer, she simply unwound one of Willow's arms from her neck. Buffy smiled soulfully at the Wiccan as she brought the hand to her lips, pressed a tender kiss against the knuckles and then placed it directly over where her heart lay.
"It beats for you, babe, only for you."
That organ thudded erratically under Willow's open palm. Buffy Summers had to clench her teeth as she fought to stay calm and rational when every part of her was screaming to let the animalistic, hungry part of her personality free. The effort caused tiny beads of sweat to dot against the Slayer's wholly, sexy upper lip, Willow grew tired of not being able to feel her best friend's naked skin. The blonde girl's sultry blue eyes slammed shut when the Witch, ever so gently, began to suck the sweat from her flesh.
The red head, much like some big over grown cat, began to flick her tongue continuously over the Slayer's closed mouth with devastating intent. Buffy's lips opened and Willow's impudent tongue danced over every nook and cranny of that warm cavern. The Wiccan, after first sliding one hand underneath the other girl's shirt, started to kiss her beloved Slayer quite senseless, with complete and utter abandon. The combination of that all consuming kiss, and the unbelievable feel of Willow Rosenberg's long fingers gliding across the tingly expanse of her stomach and rib cage, obliterated the world for Buffy Summers. With the one thought process she still had left, the blonde gently pushed the red head away.
"Jesus, Will, are you trying to kill me? Your kisses should be labeled with a caution warning; you damn near undid me with that one."
A thoroughly wicked grin flashed across the witch's face. It was a sublime pleasure knowing that she could turn the Slayer into a puddle of pure desire and she decided to play a bit with her new lover.
"I'm just trying to love you, Buffy," she answered in mock-innocence. Cocking her head to the side, she added, "Don't you think it's high time we both got naked yet?"
Those fire hot blue eyes slammed shut, once again, as a multitude of erotic images assaulted Buffy's brain. When they opened, Willow realized it could be dangerous to push her best friend's sexual buttons. Raw, unadulterated, lust blazed back at her and in those eyes, the Witch could see herself burning for all eternity. Buffy figured she'd better pull her emotions back a bit because Willow began to pant, yes pant, from pent up need.
"Let me just say that you are an evil woman, Will, but I kinda like this side of you. Now gorgeous, why don't you strip for me?"
The girl stood, and with those devilishly bright green eyes locked onto Buffy's, took her own sweet time with that job because she knew it would only drive the Slayer closer to the point of total insanity. The sight of all that smooth, white skin, softly rounded shoulders, those achingly lovely breasts, that incredibly silky looking stomach and impossibly long, slender legs came far too close to driving the blonde down to her knees. It was almost too much for the suddenly silent Slayer, a dream come true if you will.
Sweet Jesus, was Buffy's only thought, your even more beautiful than I'd already imagined!
The other girl's lack of conversation, instantly gratified Willow. She could tell that the mere sight of her sent a primeval jolt through the Slayer and she liked that knowledge.
"I take it, you like what you see?"
Although the jesting tone was clearly heard, the blonde still nodded with enthusiastic intent.
"God yes! You know, Will, it's a good thing I haven't seen you completely naked until now."
"Why," asked the red head with a confused cock to her head.
Buffy flashed her a wholly sensual smile before responding to that question. "Because I'm pretty sure that I couldn't have stopped myself from taking you on the spot. Imagine how embarrassing that would be if my Mom, Giles or Xander happened to walk into the room with us."
With a laugh, the blonde began to disrobe but stilled as Willow stepped closer to her.
"Please allow me, Buffy, it would be my pleasure."
The red head worked quickly to remove Buffy's clothes, far too impatient to actually prolong that moment. Willow then took a step back to, gratefully, fill her eyes with the stunningly, beautiful vision of a naked Buffy Summers. The skin was perfectly tan with well defined muscles running the length of those strong looking arms and legs. The high full breasts, capped by deliciously tight rock-hard nipples and tuft of blond curls peaking up from the base of the Slayer's muscular belly made Willow's mouth salivate with hunger. Before she could do anything, Buffy grabbed one of the witch's hands and pulled the girl back into her tight embrace.
The first touch of skin-on-skin contact caused the Wiccan to smile hugely and Buffy to groan from the sheer amount of need coursing throughout the length of her body.
"This....this feels right, doesn't it Will?
"Oh yes," replied the Wiccan as she rewrapped her arms around the Slayer's strong neck.
Passionately hot blue eyes locked and melded with molten green for an endless amount of time. In each set of orbs, endless love was reflected and neither moved a muscle, intent upon enjoying this moment for all it was worth. Eventually, the heat from Buffy's taunt body got the better of Willow Rosenberg.
"Make love to me, Buffy."
The shocking depth of arousal packed within those five words, rocked the Slayer down to her core. She chose, however, to feather her lips over one of the other girl's temples before tracing a heated path down towards the Witch's waiting mouth. The kiss, when it came, was so far removed from the desperate hunger coursing through both their bodies that Willow wanted to weep from the gentle beauty of it. That all changed as Buffy began to suck upon her friend's sensuously full lower lip. The passionate red head could only moan as the ravenous Slayer took full possession of her mouth. It was a hard, almost brutal kiss filled with such heated promises that it drove Willow almost completely nuts. Before she could take control, Buffy reared back to rest her forehead against the Wiccan's. The Slayer was breathing heavily when she happened to glance down at the Witch's half opened mouth. The sight of those bruised lips tore at Buffy's heartstrings. She very gently ran the tip of one index finger over that damaged mouth before speaking with heavy regret.
"Sorry, Willow."
The other girl responded to the condemnation in that voice by sucking that finger deep within the confines of her mouth. It was a totally erotic thing for Buffy to witness and she began to see that she hadn't hurt her friend with her own rampant desires. The blonde, though, clearly, loving the feel of Willow's agile tongue over any part of her body had other ideas
"Lay back on the bed for me, sweetheart."
It was asked in a voice that was low, rough and so sexily husky that the hunger in Willow's green eyes flared even brighter. Willow complied with that request and could only watch as the Slayer stretched out beside her. Buffy propped herself up with one hand and, with the other started to trace a meandering path across the Wiccan's shoulder blades. The blonde head lowered and Willow was panting yet again as the girl began pressing all these wickedly hot kisses along the line of her throat. Buffy couldn't find it within herself to resist the harsh urge to lick her tongue over every single vein she found there and was rewarded by the Witch's deep moans of pleasure. The Slayer spent the next several minutes alternately sucking, nibbling and licking her way across the sweet flesh of her friend's exposed throat.
Her hands, in the meantime, had been busy drifting down to ever so slowly trace over Willow's breasts. It wasn't long before Buffy's hungry mouth followed a burning path down towards those pale globes. The Slayer pressed tender, sweet kisses back and forth across her best friend's breasts, all the while studiously avoiding the nipples that where literally aching for her touch. The red head's body began to shake with unfulfilled need.
"Buffy, please!"
The smirking blonde obeyed that wanton plea almost inhaling the Witch's left breast with one, gigantically ravenous gulp. As the Wiccan arched half way off the bed, Buffy raised her head with and utterly cheeky grin.
"Too much, Will?"
The teasing lit in Buffy's innocent sounding question cause the Witch to growl with dark intent.
"And you're the one who called me evil?"
Any more chastising words died a quiet death as Buffy Summers placed a wet, open mouth kiss across both her nipples. It was a silent apology and Willow accepted it as just that. The blonde Slayer then proceeded to suck one turgid piece of flesh back into her mouth and loved the nipple with all the many skills of her teeth and tongue.
This caused Willow to scream her friend's name aloud and it only intensified as one of Buffy's hands gracefully slid down her stomach to the sensitive juncture between her legs. The Slayer possessively cupped that dripping warmth as her mouth began its trek southwards.
The other girl's stomach was just as silky as she'd first thought and Buffy was helpless to stop herself from taking the time to mark every inch of that all too delectable flesh. The blonde grazed her hard teeth just over the Witch's pubic bone before lowering herself to, inexplicably, suck upon the other girl's knee caps.
It was with and infinite amount of grace that Buffy Summers crouched down upon the floor, on the balls of her feet, and stare intently at the copious amount of liquid dripping out from Willow's neither regions.
Mine, shouted the id within her brain and every part of the Slayer agreed with that statement.
It incited her desires to a fever pitch. The blonde's hands were none too gentle as they reached up to grasp the other girl's shapely calves.
"Come to me, Will."
It took several minutes for those words to enter into the red head's desire clogged brain. She then scooted towards the edge of the bed only to yelp as Buffy pulled both of those legs over the blonde's shoulders. The Slayer's eyes fluttered shut as she lowered her head to inhale the tantalizing aroma of Willow's need. The fire hot blue orbs opened as Buffy grinned lustfully up at her flushed best friend.
"Are you ready for me, babe?"
They never lost eye contact as the hungry blonde, with a crazy slowness, ran her entire tongue over the glistening folds of Willow's lower body. The simple taste of the Witch's essence proved to be too much for Buffy Summers. With very little finesse, the Slayer literally delved into that intoxicatingly sweet wetness. Willow cried out as she collapsed back against the bedcovers. As Buffy Anne Summers greedily drank in the Wiccan's musky yet wholly sweet tasting essence, she came to a stunning conclusion; it would be an incredibly easy thing to become totally addicted to the lovely taste of her best friend. What's more, it would take very little effort on her part lose herself utterly within that addiction and, with a mental slap to her head, managed to banish that thought from her brain.
Instead, she pressed a multitude of hard, open mouthed kisses directly against the other girl's glistening clit, driving Willow almost to the brink of pure pleasure. The moaning red head was, therefore, totally surprised to open her eyes and see Buffy standing straight up by the bed. The sight of her own wetness gleaming across the Slayer's lips was indeed a beautiful thing but the look splashed across her new lover's face could only be described as inscrutable.
"Buff....Buffy?"
The blonde wanted to curse at the insecurity in the other girl's voice. She once again damned the class of Sunnydale High School for doing that to this beautiful, loving woman. With a heartbreakingly sweet grin, Buffy stretched back out beside the one woman who owned her heart, body and soul.
"You taste utterly divine, Willow, but I want to be able to look into your gorgeous eyes when I make love to you."
Buffy placed one hand against the witch's stomach and with one heartfelt sigh locked her lips with her best friend's. The red head found the combination of herself mixed with Buffy's own unique taste to be a decadently heady thing. The Slayer raised her head to stare into those limpid pools of emerald green.
"I'm totally in love with you, Will and I have been for the longest time. I can't promise you forever because we all know that most Slayers have a short life expectancy. But I promise you this; I will love you for whatever time I have left on this earth."
The Wiccan reached down to grasp one of Buffy's unresisting hands and to place it where she desperately needed it to be.
"I know. Baby, I love you too. I think I've loved you since you smiled at me at the water fountain all those years ago. My promise to you is that, no matter what happens, I will love you past my dying day."
They both had to groan as Willow gently inserted the tips of two of Buffy's slender fingers just inside her aching body. An insidious concern flashed within the Slayer's mind, the words where out before she could think to stop them.
"Are you sure? God, Will, please be sure."
If the Witch had been sitting up, she would've shaken her head at the Slayer's utter foolishness. As she was laying flat across her back, Willow went for the words that would put an end to situation.
"Do you really think I'd be here if I wasn't? No more words, Buffy, just love me, please."
Yes ma'am, said the blonde girl's traitorous brain.
When the Slayer slipped the entire length of her fingers deep inside Will, she truly couldn't move another muscle for one, long minute. Being held in all that slick warmth was akin to Buffy Summers finding her way back home and that knowledge stunned her.
The one thought playing around inside her head was this; If I hadn't listened to Alex this morning I'd be missing the sheer and total perfection of this moment!
Willow was biting tender part of her lower lip as she desperately tried to remain perfectly still. Buffy saw the strain upon the other girl's visage and realized that her best friend was waiting for her to make the next move.
"Tell me, Will, tell me how it feels."
The red head drew in a quick breath, she knew what Buffy was asking but didn't know if she'd have the proper words to describe the unbelievable sensation of having a part of the Slayer buried deep within the confines of her own body.
"So good..." moaned the Witch as she rocked her hips forward.
That one instinctive act obliterated all thoughts of sanity from Buffy Summers' head. She gritted her teeth before adding yet another digit to the fray. The Slayer thrust rapidly into the other girl, building up a steady rhythm. The throaty yet husky moans springing forth from her best friend was wildly rewarding to Buffy, the way Willow responded to her every move was better, she was sure, than even Heaven it's self.
She paid close attention to the other girl's breathing and, seeing the tale tale flush spreading across the Witch's cheeks, knew Willow was reaching the point of no return.
"Let go, baby," Buffy began to passionately whisper. "Cum, Will, cum just for me."
The Slayer upped the ante by rubbing the base of the thumb, in a circular motion, over the thrashing red head's clit. That's all it took, Willow exploded with one last, violent heave. The force of her orgasm almost came close to causing the harshly breathing Wiccan to lose consciousness. The cockily grinning Slayer simply waited for the moment her friend joined the land of the living before removing her still throbbing fingers from the Witch's body. Willow Rosenberg felt like crying when she realized she could no longer feel those maddening fingers anymore. Those hazy green eyes opened and the wholly erotic sight that greeted her caused the Wiccan to grit her teeth, hard. The Slayer smiled with utter seductiveness as she continued slowly sucking the hand that was coated with Willow's essence. Buffy was quite obviously enjoying herself but now the Witch was capable of rational thought.
"It's not that I didn't just enjoy what happened between us because, as you well know, I most certainly did. But, Buffy, what made you come to me tonight of all nights?"
The blonde had known that, eventually, her brainy gal pal would broach that pertinent subject, Buffy had been dreading it all night. The Slayer racked a hand through her jumbled locks before attempting to answer.
"Let's just say that Alex...Alex told me some things that finally set my mind straight."
The grass eyed Wiccan silently began to process that information.
"Spill, Buffy. What could she have possibly said that would bring This about when nothing I did seemed to help the situation?"
There was no anger in that clear voice, just a wealth of honest confusion. Buffy Summers knew, however, that because of her promise to the dark woman, she'd have to take care of her next words. The blonde sat down upon the bed, grabbed a pillow and propped herself up against the headboard as she gave that question some serious concentration.
"Oh, Will, I don't really know how to begin. We talked some things out and, while it helped somewhat, it didn't force me to do anything I hadn't already considered for the thousandth time. The reason I've never forced this issue is because I'm afraid. You're already a designated target to my enemies simply because you know me and I didn't want to take the very real risk that this step would only cause me to eventually lose you. I can take anything the Hellmouth will throw my way, expect losing you. That act would destroy me because you, Willow Rosenberg, are the single most important person in my life"
Those softly uttered words ran straight into the Witch's heart like a proverbial lightning bolt. There where tears in her eyes as she crawled up beside her Slayer and turned Buffy's face towards her own.
"It runs both ways, I hope you know that. She told you about that picture, didn't she?"
The blonde was nodding as Willow rushed heedlessly forward with her questions.
"Please, Buffy, tell me what happened. The Alex in the photo fascinates me, she was so genuinely happy back then."
The Slayer's calm hazel eyes where filled with an infinite amount of sadness as she gazed into Willow's puzzled face.
"I can't tell you all the specifics, Will. Sorry but that just not my place. I will say that his name was Brett Matthew's, they too where best friend's who became eventual lovers. Alex, for her own reasons, fought hard against their coming together. If you want to know why, I suggest you ask that woman yourself. I will tell you that they'd known each other for the majority of their lives but their time as a couple was incredibly brief. Brett was tragically killed on the day of their high school graduation. His death obliterated Alexandra Roberts, Will, I don't know how she was able to find her way back again. The loss of Brett, combined with Scott's murder is what haunts that woman." Buffy shook her head in anger, silently mourning the younger Alex who's grief had consumed her. "We can't let her kill Skyton. If she does, Willow, her life will effectively be over. She deserves some sort of happiness, damnit, I mean to be the one to give it to Alex."
The red head whole heartedly agreed with her best friend, Alex simply was too special to allow to sacrifice for the death of Tom Skyton. The Witch knew, however, that there was little they could do about that situation, at least not tonight. The girl pursed her lips as her lust filled gaze slid down the length of the Slayer's taunt body.
Buffy, still thinking about Alex, completely missed the openly hungry look splashed so nakedly across the Wiccan's face. Willow leaned closer and licked the breadth of the Slayer's ear from top to bottom. That sensation felt entirely too good and it jerked the blonde from her dark musings.
"It's my turn to blow your mind," said the Witch right before she sank her teeth into the Slayer's sensitive right earlobe.
Buffy Summers had to smile because, oh yeah, things where definitely looking like they where on an upswing.