Seduction of a Slayer
by Red
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[Joss' people, just playing here.]
Willow knew where she was. Her scent flooded the witch, an intoxicating blend of innocence and strength, goodness and need. Despite everything the Slayer had seen and done, she was innocent. When her hands killed, they were saving the world.
Willow knew the pain of her best friend, the dark loneliness that filled her once trusting heart. Buffy had given herself to Angel, her whole self. And he betrayed her. Of course, it wasn't really Angel, was it? He was gone, replaced by Angelus, the most feared of all vampires. It had been Angelus who nearly destroyed the beautiful blonde she so very loved. It had been Angelus who drove her away for an entire summer, leaving them to worry. It had been Angelus who made her Buffy hate herself.
But it was Angel who walked away. It was Angel, who left Buffy alone in this world. It was Angel who led her into Parker's arms; Parker Abrahms. The memory of the bastard who used her Buffy drifted through Willow's brain and she wondered, as she made her way up to the Summer's front door, if perhaps she shouldn't pay him a little visit before they went to L.A. She would discuss it with her Slayer, after their business was taken care of.
Willow went inside and called to Buffy. A moment later, she and Xander appeared.
"Willow," she began, her voice calm. "We can talk about this."
"We're here for ya, Will," Xander added, his sincerity evident to the witch.
She looked at him and smiled.
"Xander, you will always be my best friend. I love you. But I want you to go upstairs and get Dawnie and Anya and get them out of here."
"Willow," Buffy began.
"This is between you and me, Slayer," Willow stated, her dark eyes locked with Buffy's hazels.
Buffy nodded.
"Get them out of here, Xander," she ordered.
"Buffy-"
"Now!"
He ran up the steps, returning a few moments later with a terrified Dawn and a pretty scared vengeance demon.
"Buffy, please," Dawn pleaded, as Xander moved her very carefully to the front door.
"It's going to be ok, Dawn." Buffy assured her, giving her a smile. "Stay with Xander and Anya. I'll see you in a bit. "
Willow turned to the youngest Summers.
"I would never let anything happen to her, Dawnie," she said, sounding like the old Willow.
Dawn could almost believe her, were it not for the black that filled her eyes. Anya pulled her outside and Xander followed, giving Buffy one last look. She smiled and nodded and they left. Willow closed the door with a wave of her hand then stepped over to Buffy. The Slayer braced herself, unsure what to expect but knowing it would not be good.
"Will, it's not too late," she said, not backing away from her. " It may seem that way, but it's not. We'll help you. We love you. We-"
She was shut up with a hard kiss from Willow.
Buffy felt Willow's lips on hers and was at a lost. THIS, she was not expecting! Her first instinct was to push her friend away, and she tried. But Willow wasn't having any of it. Her arms wrapped around the Slayer, her mouth hungrily tasting Buffy's. The blonde began to cease to resist, her own mouth beginning to enjoy the taste of the witch, and she embraced her, their bodies pressing hard against each other.
Air soon became an issue for both and each reluctantly let go of the other. Buffy looked at Willow her brain officially froze. What had just happened?
"Shouldn't look so surprised, Slayer," Willow purred, her fingers trailing up Buffy's thigh. " You've always known how I feel about you. "
Buffy snapped out of her haze, as Willow's hand slipped over her denim covered crotch.
"Will, what, this isn't you, you aren't you. You need help," Buffy stammered, trying to ignore the sudden heat between her legs.
"What I need, Slayer, is you underneath me, writhing in delicious ecstasy that only I can bring."
She unzipped Buffy's jeans.
"Will, no, please!" Buffy tried to stop her.
"Come on, Buffy," Willow cooed, a wicked grin on her face. "Don't tell me you don't want this, because that would be a lie. And lies never go unpunished."
Buffy swallowed hard, unable to look away from Willow's now emerald eyes. This was Willow, her Willow, but it wasn't, was it? This Willow had killed a human. Worse than killed, tortured then killed. And she went after two others. She was filled with dark magicks. She had torn Sunnydale apart in her quest for vengeance. No, this wasn't her Willow. Was it?
"I saw the way you would watch Tara and I. When we would hold hands, or give each other secret little smiles, you were envious." Willow slid Buffy's jeans down to the floor then reached for her panties, as she continued. "You wanted that to be you, Buffy." Willow's smile grew, as she slid a finger under the cotton." You want it, right now, Slayer. You're wet for it, for me. "
Buffy moaned without even realizing it and Willow leaned in and trailed her tongue slowly across the Slayer's neck, taking a gentle bite.
"Willow, please," Buffy gasped, not sure exactly what she was begging for.
" That's right, Slayer, get used to begging," Willow whispered, in her ear. " Because after I'm done with you, all you're gonna do is beg for more. "
She bit down again, this time a bit harder, her fingers slowly digging into the Slayer's warmth and Buffy moaned, Willow, oh my gosh, please, don't-don't- don't stop, oh help me, I want you Will, now, please, please, now, please."
Willow took them to the floor, where she grabbed Buffy's blouse and ripped in off. Following with the bra, Willow then placed her mouth onto Buffy's bare breasts, her tongue eliciting moan after moan from the Slayer.
Willow took her time, teasing and tasting the blonde, savoring the sweetness of Buffy's heated skin, as well as each and every breath that fell from her lips.
Buffy was gone, lost in the pleasure her friend was giving, her fingers finding black hair and twisting. Everything was perfect, as it should be, when she felt Willow's fingers slip into her and she cried out, wanting more of the witch inside. Willow happily obliged the moaning Slayer under her, easing more of herself into Buffy's welcoming heat, moaning a bit herself as she felt the Slayer's body tighten around her.
"Willow," Buffy panted, tugging roughly on her hair. "Oh, Willow, yes, baby, yes! "
Willow bit down on Buffy's aching nipple and Buffy screamed, the pain so sweet it nearly sent her over the edge. Willow licked her way to the Slayer's mouth and kissed her, hard, now thrusting fiercely and taking in her Slayer's cries, making them her own.
Buffy's body began to shake and Willow removed her lips, placing them on Buffy's neck and with one, final, ferocious thrust, she bit down and the Slayer abandoned everything, giving herself to the witch.
Willow smiled, cradling a weakened Buffy in her arms.
"You are mine, Buffy," she said, stroking damp, blonde hair.
"No one touches you but me, understand?"
Buffy nodded and managed a soft, "Yours Will, for always."
Willow kissed her tenderly on the lips and pulled her close.
"For always, my Slayer, for always."
FINISHED