I Kinda Love You
by Shannon
I Kinda Love You
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Disclaimer: They're not mine... one day they will be... uhhh... they belong to Joss & Co. Oh, and if the idea of two girls doin' the wacky, you better not read. And if you do, well it's not my problem! :D
Rating: Umm, NC-17, just to be safe. It's as explicit as I could get without blushing at the computer.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy, all the way, baby!
Summary: Buffy figures out one night that Willow needs her. Smut happens. :D
Setting: Season 4, dorms. Sorta AU, no Riley, no Tara.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: It's one of my first fics, be nice, R&R!
Distribution: Anywhere you want, just ask me first and credit me :)
Willow Rosenberg was staring out of the window, bored to tears. Her best friend, Buffy, was out fighting demony-type things. 'Keeping the rest of the world safe and comfy,' Willow thought, 'but my comfyness is totally overlooked!' Her own thoughts pulled her bottom lip into a pout. She sighed and turned away from the window, then collapsed into a heap of limbs on Buffy's bed. "Buuuuffy..." She called out, to nobody in particular. Apart from the ceiling. She frowned when she heard no answer. 'Typical,' Willow's thoughts came back to her, 'Just when I need ... comforting ... there's no-one here to give it to me!' She giggled at her choice of words. Give it to me. Fairly accurate for the feelings she was experiencing. 'For my best friend. For Buffy. Buf-fy.Buffy, who is my best friend. Buffy, who fights demons, occasionally loves them, always likes guys, has an exceptionally well-rounded ass...' Willow's thoughts stopped abruptly when she realised exactly where her thoughts were taking her. 'Bad Willow!' She mentally admonished herself, 'Just because Buffy's really...REALLY hot, and despite the fact of how much I always lose myself in those big, brown eyes of hers, it's no excuse to be thinking naughty thoughts.'
Unbeknownst to Willow, while she had been babbling to herself in her mind, her right hand had begun it's own little journey. A journey that had taken her thumb and forefinger beneath her yellow "Campus Queen" t-shirt to fondle one of her nipples absentmindedly, whilst her left hand had taken quite a liking to resting on her pelvis, beneath the waistband of her red jeans. When she realised exactly where both of her hands were, and what their destination plans would have been like if she hadn't stopped fantasizing; she sat up rigidly straight, removed her treacherous hands and flushed a deep crimson as Buffy burst through the door.
"Willow!" She said, frantically, "Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah Buff, I'm fine..." She looked at her best friend quizzicaly, and walked over to stand in front of her. "Why?"
Buffy stopped for a bit to catch her breath. "Well, I don't know, exactly. I just had this ... feeling that you needed me, so I came as quick as I could." Willow became, if it was possible, even redder than she was before.
"Uh, well, uh, no, I-I'm fine!" Buffy gave her a look.
"Will. I know when you're hiding things from me," She took Willow's hands and led them both over to Willow's bed and sat down. "So sit, and tell me."
Willow sat.
"Really, Buffy, there's nothing to tell." Willow grinned, trying to convince her that nothing was wrong.
"Well," Buffy started, "I just don't believe that." She said in a teasing voice.
Willow gave Buffy her resolve face. "Nope!" She said, then grinned.
Buffy sighed. She knew this was a fight that she wasn't going to win. She could fight demons and vampires and come off on top, but if she tried to win a fight with Willow, it never happened.
"Okay, well, if you 'decide' that there is something wrong you'll tell me, right?" Willow nodded. "Of course, Buffy, you're my best friend." Buffy's face broke into a big grin, then hugged her.
"Okay," She yawned, "I'm going to bed now, I'm beat." She stood up and walked over to her own bed and began to change into her pyjamas. God, look at her, Willow thought, as she watched Buffy change. Everything she's been through... and yet... her skin is still so pure and perfect. She shook herself out of her thoughts as Buffy climbed into bed wearing only a white tank top and pink underwear.
"I'm gonna stay up a little longer and, uh, read." Willow called over to Buffy.
"Mmmkay Wills.." Buffy drawled, already falling into sleepy dreams. "'Nite." She mumbled.
Willow sighed, and began to strip down to her underwear, then decided to remove her bra and panties as well. As she climbed into her own bed, and under the covers, she began thinking about Buffy again. 'I'm gonna stay up a little longer and, uh, read?? The hell was I thinking?' Willow groaned inwardly. 'I might as well have said, 'No, Buffy, I won't be touching myself while thinking about you, no siree!'' Willow allowed her hand to travel down under the blankets, to stroke her thighs. She used her other hand to manipulate her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, until they resembled little peaks. Two fingers of her first hand dipped into her already wet centre. She used her thumb to rub her ever-sensitive clit softly, but enough to make her shut her eyes and gasp in delight.
"Will?" Buffy mumbled as she awoke, still a little sleepy, "Will, is that you?" Willow was too engrossed in her self-pleasure to realize that Buffy had awoken.
"Mmm... Buffy..." Willow murmured as she continued stroking herself.
Buffy sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and casted her glance over to her best friends bed. Buffy sat on her bed, mouth agape, at the display happening across the room. Willow was sprawled across her bed, her blanket pushed down to just past her navel. She was obviously naked, and... masturbating. She had to admit, she'd always had feelings for Willow... but none like the ones she was experiencing now. Lust. Want. Need. She got up quietly and crept over to Willow's bed and knelt down next to it. "Will," she whispered, "Are you awake?"
Willow froze. She was caught.
'Maybe if I pretend I'm asleep,' she thought, 'she'll just go back to bed.' "Will," Buffy repeated, "I know you're awake. I saw you... uh... moving." Willow let out a squeak, then opened one eye to look at Buffy sheepishly.
"Um... hey Buffy," she said weakly, then glanced down. She quickly brought the blankets up and over her exposed chest. "Did I, um, wake you?" She managed to squeak out, from her reddened face.
"Nah, not really... I'm not tired anymore," Buffy said suggestively, "And I kinda heard you say my name... moan my name..." Willow hid her face under the blankets.
"Oh Goddd...," came the muffled reply.
"Hey, hey," Buffy said, "Get out from under there... that's my job." Willow poked her head out of her blanket to give Buffy a surprised look, just in time to see her duck her head under the covers at the other end of the bed. She felt Buffy's hands run up her long, sleek legs, and then felt her head rest between them.
"Buffy, what are you-- ohhh!" Willow let out a surprised squeal, as she felt Buffy's tongue penetrate her soft pussy, retract itself, then flick lightly over her clit. "Bu... urgh.. ffy! What... how... why... what-are-you-doing?" Willow tried to speak from beneath Buffy's ministrations. Buffy's head appeared out of the same end of the bed that Willow's head was residing, and kissed her full on the lips. Masaging her tongue to Willow's, Buffy kissed Willow in a way that elicited a chain of long moans from Willow's welcoming and willing mouth.
When Buffy finally broke off the kiss, she left Willow gasping for breath. "Will... if you don't know what I'm doing, you're not as smart as we all think you are." She grinned devilishly, and headed back downtown.
"Foreplay, Buff," she gasped, "Look into it!"
As Buffy's head disappeared back beneath the covers, all thoughts of foreplay shot straight from her mind. Willow swore she heard Xander's voice, but told herself she was imagining things. A few seconds later, as Willow was arching her back and jutting her hips against Buffy's suspiciously talented tongue, their dorm room door opened and Xander entered, and turned his back as he shut the door.
"Buffy, Willow, sorry to burst in all unannounced but I just had to get away from An--" Xander's jaw dropped when he turned around to see his best friend of life obviously recievng some kind of oral pleasure from the girl he used to have an enourmous crush on. Willow's face flushed as she scrambled under the covers to hide her face.
Buffy noticed that she was getting a friend under the covers with her. "Will, what're you doin'?" Willow tried to find her voice her voice.
"Xander... right... in... room... now!"
Buffy didn't quite understand.
"Um, Will? English please?" She took a deep breath, then tried again.
"Xander's in the room!" She said in a forced whisper. Buffy froze, then ducked her head out and hung over the foot-end of Willow's bed.
"Hey Xan," she said nervously, "How's it going?" She forced a smile, then scampered up to the other end of the bed to sit with Willow, one, for comfort, and two, so Xander didn't look so upside-down. He swallowed, the tried to comprehend what he had just seen.
"Are you two... I mean, are you... together?" He managed to get out. The girls looked at each other, then Buffy decided to speak up.
"Well, uh, not officially... I mean this only happened tonight." Xander nodded. "Well, uh, I'm gonna go back to Anya. 'Cause God knows this is better than, uh, butting in! Bye!"
Willow groaned in embarrassment and hid her face under the blankets after Xander had bolted out, careful to shut the door behind him. "Buffyyyy!" She whined. "This is all your fault!" Buffy blinked.
"My fault? I'm not the one who was moaning my best friend's name while receiving pleasure from myself!"
Willow reddened. "That's not the issue. You didn't have to, um..." She indicated to a place beneath the sheets.
Buffy grinned. "Yeah. Like you didn't enjoy it." She teased. Before Willow could respond, Buffy had her hand under the blanket, and covered Wilow's mouth with hers. Willow moaned into the kiss, clearly enjoying herself, and Buffy's fingers snaked around to their destination. Buffy slipped two fingers inside of Willow, and then added a third as she began massaging Willow's clit with her thumb, never breaking the kiss. Willow let out a groan that indicated that she was close, then climaxed with a cry of Buffy's name. Buffy broke the kiss, then laid on her back next to her best friend.
"You know what, Wills?" Buffy said quietly. "Mmm?"
"I kinda love you."
Even thought she was tired to the bone, Willow's face broke into a huge grin. "I kinda love you too." Buffy pulled Willow over near her into her arms, and held her tightly, never wanting to let go.