The Tale of the Horny Ghost
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
10,339
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Prologue: The Move In
Title: The Tale of the Horny Ghost Prologue
Author: Megan Laurent
Pairing: Buffy/other, Willow/other, Willow/Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: Set sometime in season 4 after Oz leaves but before Willow and Tara get together.
Disclaimers: Buffyverse and its characters belong to Joss Whedon. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but it does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal.
Warnings: Female/female sex, paranormal sexual encounters, mind control
“OK, 301… 302… here we are 303.”
Willow fumbled with the keys for a moment before opening the heavy wooden door to reveal the new room. It was, of course, undecorated but it was larger than the room she and Buffy had previously shared. Situated on the corner of their building, its two enormous windows looking out over the bustling campus of UC Sunnydale. Besides the door to the hall and the entrance to its private bathroom the rest of the wall space consisted of closets.
“Wow,” Buffy commented. “This is great, on the corner and everything. Who would have thought that getting kicked out of our old room by exterminators would turn out to be a good thing.”
“Boy, sure is a lot of space,” Willow said with almost a trace of doubt in her voice.
Adopting her roommates tone, Buffy shot back, “Sure is good we have a lot of stuff, let’s get with the moving.”
***
Some hours later, concluding a long and grueling contest with her desk, Buffy collapsed back onto her bed. The posters were hung, the furniture arranged, and the piles of cloths were… still not yet put in the closets. But progress was being made.
“OK, dying now,” she complained in Willows general direction.
“I have the cure for that, the non-magical cure,” she added, noticing her roommates questioning glance.
Pulling two bottles of Gatorade from the fridge, she tossed one to Buffy and then plopped herself down on the floor by the head of her bed.
“Hey, I got a question,” she said without preamble.
“Shoot,” Buffy replied.
“Why was nobody living here before? I mean, come on: on the corner, don’t have to share a bathroom, all this space.”
“Good question, may require some research.”
“Oh goodie!”
“OK Will you actually sounded happy there and that tells me its time for bed.”
“I’ll bed-time you,” Willow retorted. Both girls dissolved into fits of laughter. When she had calmed down, Buffy checked the time.
“Wow, 2 a.m., really is time for bed.”
“Oh jeez yeah, I got a 10 a.m. class tomorrow.”
“You gonna take a shower?”
“Too tired, think I’ll just fall asleep on the floor,” Willow replied as her head slumped over onto the floor. The halter top Buffy had been wearing hit her in the head. She looked up to see the blonde’s now-topless form retreating into the bathroom. A second later a pair of shorts flew out of the bathroom, landing neatly onto a pile of dirty cloths. A pair of white cotton panties soon joined them and Willow could hear the water turn on.
With an anguished grunt of exhaustion Willow got up off the floor and tossed Buffy’s top on the pile with the rest of her cloths. The redhead stripped off her T-shirt and carefully folded it before placing it in her hamper. Her white bra followed suit. Suddenly willow felt an odd chill run up her exposed back, followed by an almost elusive feeling that she was being watched. She spun around, but the only activity was a small waft of steam coming from the open bathroom door.
Willow looked around the room, the door was closed, the windows were closed against the chilly fall air, and the blinds were fully down. Certain she had felt someone watching her, she padded over to the window and pulled down a small section of the blinds. All was dark out on the quad. Not seeing anyone, and assuring herself that the window was too high up anyway, Willow went to the door. Unlike most dorm-room doors this one did not have a peep-hole in it, so Willow opened it a little and poked her head out. Careful to hide her bare breasts, she looked up and down the hall. No one was in sight so Willow ducked back into the room and shut the door securely behind her.
“Hey Wil, have you seen my big towel?” Buffy called from the bathroom.
Willow, who had not realized that the shower had stopped running, took a quick look around and replied to the negative. A moment later Buffy exited the bathroom wearing a towel that was too small even for her petite frame. Even though it was almost low enough at the top that Willow could nearly see her nipples, Buffy’s pert bottom was still only half-covered.
“I hate moving,” she said wryly, then she paused as she noticed her roommate’s expression. “What’s wrong Wil?”
“I don’t know, I just had the weirdest feeling, like I was being watched.”
Buffy looked around skeptically at the closed up room.
“There’s nobody here but us.”
“I know, and there’s nobody outside or in the hall, but it still felt like I had eyes on me.”
“Yeah you must have felt something; you don’t usually go around topless, even when it’s just us girls.”
Willow suddenly remembered her near-nakedness and moved a hand up to cover herself. Blushing, she muttered something and then quickly retrieved her pajamas out of her closet and went to change in the bathroom.
“Its no big deal Wil, we’ve been roomies for months now and best friends for almost four years, not like I haven’t seen them before.” Buffy giggled.
“I know, it’s just…” the redhead trailed off.
Buffy rolled her eyes and, while changing into her own pajamas, decided to drop the matter. Willow came out of the bathroom a moment later in her red cotton pajama top and matching pants. Buffy, whose blue pajamas were similar to Willow’s, had crawled under the covers.
“Comfy?” The redhead asked, her odd experience nearly forgotten by her embarrassment.
Buffy stretched languidly, “Mmmmmm, yes!”
“Good,” Willow said and with no warning grabbed a pillow off of her own bed and jumped onto Buffy, pummeling her mercilessly until the slayer gave up.
“Uncle! Uncle!” she cried through fits of giggling.
“Hah, I win the obligatory first night pillow fight,” Willow said as she climbed off, only to receive a parting shot to the head from Buffy’s pillow.
Finally they settled down for the night. Willow went to sleep quickly as she usually did, but Buffy tossed and turned for a while, unable to find a comfortable position. After a while she too dozed off.
Author: Megan Laurent
Pairing: Buffy/other, Willow/other, Willow/Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: Set sometime in season 4 after Oz leaves but before Willow and Tara get together.
Disclaimers: Buffyverse and its characters belong to Joss Whedon. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but it does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal.
Warnings: Female/female sex, paranormal sexual encounters, mind control
“OK, 301… 302… here we are 303.”
Willow fumbled with the keys for a moment before opening the heavy wooden door to reveal the new room. It was, of course, undecorated but it was larger than the room she and Buffy had previously shared. Situated on the corner of their building, its two enormous windows looking out over the bustling campus of UC Sunnydale. Besides the door to the hall and the entrance to its private bathroom the rest of the wall space consisted of closets.
“Wow,” Buffy commented. “This is great, on the corner and everything. Who would have thought that getting kicked out of our old room by exterminators would turn out to be a good thing.”
“Boy, sure is a lot of space,” Willow said with almost a trace of doubt in her voice.
Adopting her roommates tone, Buffy shot back, “Sure is good we have a lot of stuff, let’s get with the moving.”
***
Some hours later, concluding a long and grueling contest with her desk, Buffy collapsed back onto her bed. The posters were hung, the furniture arranged, and the piles of cloths were… still not yet put in the closets. But progress was being made.
“OK, dying now,” she complained in Willows general direction.
“I have the cure for that, the non-magical cure,” she added, noticing her roommates questioning glance.
Pulling two bottles of Gatorade from the fridge, she tossed one to Buffy and then plopped herself down on the floor by the head of her bed.
“Hey, I got a question,” she said without preamble.
“Shoot,” Buffy replied.
“Why was nobody living here before? I mean, come on: on the corner, don’t have to share a bathroom, all this space.”
“Good question, may require some research.”
“Oh goodie!”
“OK Will you actually sounded happy there and that tells me its time for bed.”
“I’ll bed-time you,” Willow retorted. Both girls dissolved into fits of laughter. When she had calmed down, Buffy checked the time.
“Wow, 2 a.m., really is time for bed.”
“Oh jeez yeah, I got a 10 a.m. class tomorrow.”
“You gonna take a shower?”
“Too tired, think I’ll just fall asleep on the floor,” Willow replied as her head slumped over onto the floor. The halter top Buffy had been wearing hit her in the head. She looked up to see the blonde’s now-topless form retreating into the bathroom. A second later a pair of shorts flew out of the bathroom, landing neatly onto a pile of dirty cloths. A pair of white cotton panties soon joined them and Willow could hear the water turn on.
With an anguished grunt of exhaustion Willow got up off the floor and tossed Buffy’s top on the pile with the rest of her cloths. The redhead stripped off her T-shirt and carefully folded it before placing it in her hamper. Her white bra followed suit. Suddenly willow felt an odd chill run up her exposed back, followed by an almost elusive feeling that she was being watched. She spun around, but the only activity was a small waft of steam coming from the open bathroom door.
Willow looked around the room, the door was closed, the windows were closed against the chilly fall air, and the blinds were fully down. Certain she had felt someone watching her, she padded over to the window and pulled down a small section of the blinds. All was dark out on the quad. Not seeing anyone, and assuring herself that the window was too high up anyway, Willow went to the door. Unlike most dorm-room doors this one did not have a peep-hole in it, so Willow opened it a little and poked her head out. Careful to hide her bare breasts, she looked up and down the hall. No one was in sight so Willow ducked back into the room and shut the door securely behind her.
“Hey Wil, have you seen my big towel?” Buffy called from the bathroom.
Willow, who had not realized that the shower had stopped running, took a quick look around and replied to the negative. A moment later Buffy exited the bathroom wearing a towel that was too small even for her petite frame. Even though it was almost low enough at the top that Willow could nearly see her nipples, Buffy’s pert bottom was still only half-covered.
“I hate moving,” she said wryly, then she paused as she noticed her roommate’s expression. “What’s wrong Wil?”
“I don’t know, I just had the weirdest feeling, like I was being watched.”
Buffy looked around skeptically at the closed up room.
“There’s nobody here but us.”
“I know, and there’s nobody outside or in the hall, but it still felt like I had eyes on me.”
“Yeah you must have felt something; you don’t usually go around topless, even when it’s just us girls.”
Willow suddenly remembered her near-nakedness and moved a hand up to cover herself. Blushing, she muttered something and then quickly retrieved her pajamas out of her closet and went to change in the bathroom.
“Its no big deal Wil, we’ve been roomies for months now and best friends for almost four years, not like I haven’t seen them before.” Buffy giggled.
“I know, it’s just…” the redhead trailed off.
Buffy rolled her eyes and, while changing into her own pajamas, decided to drop the matter. Willow came out of the bathroom a moment later in her red cotton pajama top and matching pants. Buffy, whose blue pajamas were similar to Willow’s, had crawled under the covers.
“Comfy?” The redhead asked, her odd experience nearly forgotten by her embarrassment.
Buffy stretched languidly, “Mmmmmm, yes!”
“Good,” Willow said and with no warning grabbed a pillow off of her own bed and jumped onto Buffy, pummeling her mercilessly until the slayer gave up.
“Uncle! Uncle!” she cried through fits of giggling.
“Hah, I win the obligatory first night pillow fight,” Willow said as she climbed off, only to receive a parting shot to the head from Buffy’s pillow.
Finally they settled down for the night. Willow went to sleep quickly as she usually did, but Buffy tossed and turned for a while, unable to find a comfortable position. After a while she too dozed off.