Something Wicked
by Jillbone
Do You Hear What I Hear?
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Chapter 5: Do You Hear What I Hear?
With yellow eyes, Buffy watched Willow lay bound and naked on her bed. (She looks so helpless...I could get used to this.) Stepping closer, she trailed her hand along her captive's body. Willow struggled and mumbled against the gag in her mouth. (Looks like kitty's ready to play.)
Without warning, Buffy straddled the redhead and smiled seductively. Her hands reached out and grabbed Willow's breasts roughly. Taking the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, Buffy twisted lightly. Then again a bit rougher. (Just enough to let her know who's in charge.)
Buffy stared into Willow's eyes, seeing the increase of fear as well as a spark of arousal. The slayer slid one hand along her captive's hip until she found proof that her attentions were not completely unwanted. Willow stopped all movement the moment Buffy's hand reached between her thighs. The demon behind Buffy's eyes grinned wildly. (She's wet...for me.)
The demon couldn't take things slow any longer. Growling, she slipped two fingers into Willow and watched her back arch off the bed with pleasure and pain. Settling into a frenzied rhythm, Buffy pumped her fingers roughly, ever mindful of her strength. Feeling Willow's body begin to tense, she easily slipped another finger inside triggering the redhead's release...
"Holy shit!" Buffy sat up in her bed, gasping from the dream. She could still feel Willow arching into her hand. Still feel her moist heat. (See what fun we can have?) The demon taunted her with images from the dream. (You know she wants it.) (She was fighting it. You saw the fear in her eyes.) Buffy tried to shove the demon back in his cage, but he was too persistent. (She liked it.) (No, I won't do that to her) she thought pushing the rough imagery from her mind. The demon refused to quit. (She didn't seem to mind the roughness, did she?)
(Shut up already.) Regardless of the ending of the dream, the slayer was unable to get past the fear she had seen in Willow's eyes. (No. As much as she enjoyed it, she was still scared of me. I can't let you do that to her. I won't.) Reluctantly, her demon retreated knowing the seed was now planted. Laying back down on her pillow, Buffy softly repeated one phrase to herself until she fell asleep. "Friends. No more, no less."
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One week and several forged documents later, Willow's mind wandered as she sat next to Amy, the newest member of the Giles household. (Something's up with Buffy this last week. She's been acting all wiggy.) She turned to look at Amy and Buffy on her left. While Amy copied notes from the board, Buffy stared at Willow with a distant look. As their eyes met, the blonde quickly shook her head and looked away. (What have I done? She can't even look at me.) Willow turned back towards the front of the room. (If only I knew what she was thinking sometimes.)
As the bell rang, Mrs. Eberhart asked for last night's homework. Willow slowly gathered her things together and saw Amy approaching the teacher. Waiting for her friend, Willow couldn't help but overhear their conversation. (Couldn't help, my ass. I'm eavesdropping.)
"Amy, is everything all right? You haven't handed in your last couple of assignments."
Willow watched as Amy made a small gesture with her hand and muttered some Latin under her breath. She cleared her throat and spoke aloud. "Don't you remember, Mrs. Eberhart? I've already handed in this month's assignments." Willow shook her head, expecting the teacher to call Amy on the lie.
"Right, right." Mrs. Eberhart scrunched her face in confusion. "I don't know why I thought that...well, no matter. See you in class tomorrow, Amy."
When Amy turned around to leave, she saw Willow and froze. The redhead gaped at her friend and led her towards to the door, whispering furtively. "Did you just cast a spell on her???"
Amy shook her head vehemently. "No. No. Not a spell." Seeing the look of disbelief on her friend's face, she tried again. "I wasn't...I was just...Crap. Please don't tell Buffy and Faith. I just haven't had any time this week with all that's been going on. It's not like I can explain the situation to my teachers or anything. Please, please don't tell them. I really like it at their house." By the end of her babbling, Amy was near tears.
(She can do spells?) Suddenly, Willow realized she had the solution to her Buffy problem standing right in front of her. She smiled innocently at the girl in front of her. "Don't worry, Ames. I won't tell anyone about your situation..." Amy flashed Willow a relieved smile. "...If you help me out with my situation." Amy no longer looked reassured as a feeling of dread pooled in her stomach.
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Early the next morning, Willow sat amid a circle of salt in the science room, waiting for Amy to begin her spell. As Amy finished setting up the herbs she needed, she tried to talk her friend out of this again. "Are you sure about this? I mean hearing someone's thoughts is probably not a good thing. What if she's thinking about how she'd like to kill you or something?" Willow raised an eyebrow. "Well, she is the slayer, you know."
Resisting the urge to slap Amy's nervousness out of her, Willow nodded her head. (Do we have to keep having this conversation?) "Yes, Amy. I'm sure. She's been avoiding me lately and I need to know why. So just do it already!" The witch cringed when Willow raised her voice. Willow didn't lose her temper often, but when she did you wouldn't want to be around.
Amy mixed some herbs together in a bowl and set in front of Willow. She came to a stop and stood in front of the circle facing Willow. "Now don't move. I've never done anything like this before." Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, Amy began her chant as Willow looked at her apprehensively. "Portunus, Keeper of Sound, give the power to hear Buffy's each thought as she nears."
As she finished the incantation, the herbs began to circle in the bowl, rising in front of Willow. Just as the redhead opened her mouth to speak, the herbs fell to the ground.
Amy looked at her friend hopefully. "Did it work?"
Willow searched her mind for any signs of Buffy. (Nope, just me in here.) She groaned and Amy's face fell. "I don't think so. But thanks for trying." Willow stood and stepped out of the circle. She and Amy cleaned up the remnants of the spellcasting before heading towards the library to meet the gang. "And don't worry. I won't mention the witch thing to anybody."
Pushing the door open to the library, Amy breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to help Willow (really), but she didn't want to jeopardize her new living arrangements to do so. (Besides. She's better off not knowing what Buffy thinks about. That way leads to madness,) Amy finished in a bad-1950s-scary-movie voice.
Willow entered behind Amy and saw the rest of the gang waiting for them. (Dang. We're late. Now they're all gonna wonder.) As she reached for a chair, she suddenly heard Buffy whisper. 'Willow. Love that sweater.' "Thanks, Buffy," she replied shyly, glad the slayer was talking to her.
"Huh?" All eyes turned to Willow unsure of what she was talking about. "You're welcome. For what by the way?"
The redhead stared at Buffy sure she was pulling her leg. (Or being deliberately obtuse.) Then she heard the slayer again, louder this time. 'What's she thanking me for?' Only this time she noticed Buffy's lips weren't moving. (Holy Crap! It worked! Oh man, I can't wait to tell Amy.) Putting on her best innocent face, she tried to cover up. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking out loud. So what's the slay-topic of the day?"
Giles cleared his throat. "Um, nothing really. We were just working out the patrols for tonight when you and Amy arrived."
In the meantime, Buffy was trying valiantly to think unsexy thoughts. (Vampires. Demons.) She noticed Willow looking at her concerned and had to step it up a notch. (Fluffy little kittens. Chemistry tests. Um, quantum physics.) Buffy wiped an imaginary bead of sweat from her brow unsure of how long she could keep the demon in check Giles continued happily oblivious. "Since there's nothing major going on right now, I think a simple patrol through Abendale should suffice for tonight girls."
Willow continued to stare at Buffy somewhat amazed at the thoughts pouring off her. (Ok. Not exactly what I was expecting, but interesting nonetheless.) Suddenly she heard a Buffy groan in her head. 'Oh god. Stop looking at me Wills. Please.' Hurt, the redhead started to look away when she heard a husky rasp from Buffy. 'Naked...covered in honey.' Willow's head whipped around and her mouth dropped open.
Buffy's eyes widened. (Oh shit. I need to get out of here.) She stood up quickly knocking over her chair. "Sorry. I, uh, I need to get some stuff out of my locker before class. You coming Faith?"
Ever laid back, Faith shrugged and followed her sister's rapid retreat from the library. The rest of the room, sans Willow, looked at each other trying to figure out what was going on. Willow, however, sat in shock at what she'd heard. (Naked?? Who? What? Huh?) She closed her mouth with an audible click and looked at the boy to her left. (She's thinking about Xander naked? Covered in honey? That's just...ewwww.) Willow shuddered and she looked at Amy. (We REALLY have to talk now.) "Ames, how 'bout a sleepover at your place tonight? My folks are out of town again."
The two girls looked at Giles hopefully causing the Englishman to remove his glasses and begin cleaning them. (God save me from teenagers.) Putting his glasses back on, he sighed. "All right. But please try to keep the noise to a minimum."
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Buffy and Faith sat on top of a couple of tombstones waiting for a newbie to rise. Even Buffy was getting restless. "If he doesn't rise soon, I'm gonna reach in there and get him, Faith."
Faith rolled her eyes and kicked her feet against the tombstone. "God, I know. Don't these things have a time limit or something?"
"Maybe we should post a memo." Buffy took a deep breath and went to thinking about Willow. (I just don't know what to do.) As usual, her demon couldn't resist putting in its two cents. (Fuck her. Fuck her hard.) (Shut up. It's not like that, you stupid horndog.) She groaned and Faith looked over.
"Willow?" Buffy nodded weakly. "Tell me about it. Maybe I can help."
Looking at the grave again, the blonde ran a hand through her hair. (Why not? Not like he's going anywhere.) "Well, first off, the demon's suggestions have been less than helpful lately. Creative, yes. Practical, no."
Faith grinned wickedly at her sister as she continued. "But it's more than that, gutterbrain. I can't stop thinking about her, you know, sweet stuff. Sometimes when I'm sitting in class, I'm not thinking about class, 'cause you know that could never happen, I think about just kissing her and then it's like everything stops. It's like, freeze frame. Willow kissage."
Faith thought for a minute, unsure of what kind of advice to give. "I don't really know what to say, B. I mean, you know my motto: Want. Take. Have. Somehow I don't think that's the opinion you're looking for here." (This may be a little out of my league. I think my longest "relationship" has lasted a day and a half.) "Maybe you should try to find a happy medium...between you and the demon."
Buffy started to protest when she felt and hand grab her ankle. (Not now.) She jumped off the tombstone and threw the vamp over to Faith. Without even blinking, the brunette caught and staked him. The slayers brushed themselves off and headed for home.
"Back to what I was saying, B. You don't have to give in to the little guy completely, but you shouldn't try to ignore him. Meet each other halfway or something. Maybe you'll be surprised."
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"I can't believe it actually worked. What's she thinking right now?" Amy was practically bouncing with excitement.
Willow was setting up her blankets on the floor. "I don't know. I can't seem to hear her unless she's close by." She lay down on her make shift bed. "I think I know why she's been avoiding me though. Seems she's got a secret she doesn't want us to know about."
Amy reached over and turned off her bedside light. "What's that?"
"Well, she's been fantasizing about Xander...naked."
"What?!?"
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When the slayers made it back to the house, Giles informed them that Willow and Amy were already upstairs asleep. After reporting in on the night's slow slayage, the girls headed upstairs to bed. In her room, Buffy tried not think about the object of her desire across the hall. (Get a grip and get some sleep, horny.) Slipping into bed, Buffy quickly began to dream unknowingly taking Willow with her.
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Willow slowly opened her eyes knowing something was wrong, but unclear as to what it was. She tried to bring her hand up to rub her face and realized immediately what was wrong. (I'm tied to a bed?) She lifted her head and looked down her body. (And naked? What's going on?) Hearing the door creak open, Willow struggled against her bonds. She looked at the door and saw Buffy step into the room. "Buffy! Thank god you're here! Untie me quick before whoever did this comes back!"
Buffy approached the bed slowly, reminding Willow of a cat stalking its prey. "Untie you? Why would I want to do that?"
The redhead stopped struggling and stared at her friend. "What? What's wrong with you?" (Oh god. Why is she acting like this? Maybe she's drugged. Why are her eyes yellow?!?)
As Buffy reached the bed, she stretched out a hand to stroke Willow's hair. "Nothing's wrong, Wills." She leaned down and kissed the redhead, hard and fast. "In fact, I'm more myself than ever."
Willow's mind was a complete blank. All she could do was stare at Buffy. Buffy who was now running her fingers across Willow's breasts causing her to gasp. She could feel a tingle fire up low in her belly. (Oh. My. God. That feels so...Should it feel so good? Should I be enjoying this so much? Time to wake up now. Wake up. Wake up.)
Buffy straddled the redhead and licked the side of her neck. "This is so much better than the last dream." (Oh crap. It's not my dream. Wait a minute...it's Buffy's dream?) When Willow felt the slayer suck on her pulse point, she started struggling again. "No. Buffy no! Stop. This isn't right."
Buffy lifted her head to look Willow in the eyes as she slid further down her body. "Are you sure, kitty? 'Cause I wanna make you purr." She closed her mouth over Willow's breast and the girl saw stars. (Oh WOW!!!)
She felt Buffy's tongue flick at her nipple seconds before the blonde started to gently suck. At the same time, Buffy ran a finger through Willow's sex. Both girls seemed surprised by the amount of moisture she found there. The slayer raised her head off Willow's breast.
"I still can't believe you get this wet for me." Her head dipped back down to explore Willow's other breast as she entered her with two fingers. "Buffy." The name escaped Willow half in ecstasy/half in shock. Pure pleasure seemed to flow from Buffy's fingers. She felt a pressure building up inside and involuntarily arched into Buffy's hand. Buffy smiled around her breast and began to pump her fingers quickly. Unsure of what was happiness but unable to stop, Willow felt the pressure explode as Buffy bit her nipple roughly. Her body shook violently and with a loud cry of Buffy's name, she finally woke.
Willow sat up on the floor still feeling the orgasm ripple through her and vaguely heard Amy fall out of bed. The door to the room burst open and Buffy and Faith crashed through looking for signs of danger. Suddenly Giles popped up behind them holding an axe. Once again, all eyes fell on Willow.
"What's the matter? Why were you yelling?" Buffy looked at Willow who seemed dazed and a bit out of breath.
Completely embarrassed, Willow tried not to meet anyone's eyes, especially Buffy's. "Nothing. I was just...just having a nightmare. I must have called out." She looked up through her lashes. "Sorry guys."
Buffy's mind flooded with images from her dream not knowing that Willow's was as well. (She looks just like...don't even think it, Buff or you'll never get to sleep tonight.) Willow blushed and her she ducked her head back down.
Reassured, Giles lowered his axe and cleared his throat. "Well, now that the excitement's over, why don't we all head back to bed." Once everyone headed out and the door had been shut, Amy started in on Willow. "Ok. What's up? That was no nightmare scream and you know it."
"Thank god this spell ends tomorrow, Ames. I was sharing a dream with Buffy..." She paused for a moment shaking her head. "And I think we can rule out Xander as the one she's been fantasizing about."