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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,693
Reviews:
0
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Currently Reading:
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Just Checking
DISCLAIMER: I own no characters or places mentioned withi, that dubious pleasure lies with Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
AUTHORS NOTE: This part was written by Missy (that means not me) in response to the first chapter.
JUST CHECKING
Willow lay sleepily beside Oz, their frollicing in the bathroom having made her lethargic. She looked peaceful there, laying beside him, sated. But something was nagging at the back of Oz's mind. It was something Willow had done when trying to masturbate infront of him. She grabbed the louffa, seeming to need something inside of her for her to come.
Insecrue? Not really, he was just...curious. A male thing.
Carefully, Oz extricated himself from Willow and watched as she curled sleepily into the covers and pillow, taking up the space he had been. Sneaking to the bathroom, Oz grabbed the louffa and headed back to the bedroom. Willow was just as he had left her, one leg straight, the other crooked over the sheets, her twisted so that she was mostly lying on her stomach. Just the sight of her made him hard, made him want her.
Making sure not to wake her, Oz moved the covers to the side, exposing her bare bottom and slick folds to his view pleasure. Willow moved, groaning a bit in her sleep causing Oz to still his movements.
When he was sure she wouldn't wake up, Oz slipped the long end of the louffa stick into her. She moaned, spreading her legs further. When he felt resistance, Oz stopped, placing his fingers right at her entrance and pulled it out. He placed the stick next to his erection.
Oz's breath came out in a long sigh. He was enough for her, big enough, long enough. The stick was only about 1/3rd of an inch longer, which was fine. Oz could make up for that.
Tossing the stick aside, Oz crawled up the bed, sliding into Willow who was still wet and slick from the shower.
"Ozz," Willow moaned softly, her voice laden still with sleep. But, oh, wasn't that a nice way to wake up. She pushed back onto Oz, showing him just how much she appriciated it.
"Couldn't wait, baby," Oz said, sliding in and out of her at an ever faster pace.
Willow would be sore in the morning, she knew, but she couldn't quite care at that moment. All that mattered was the feel of him moving inside of her, touching places only he could touch, making her body hot. The one hand of hers that was free snaked down between her legs, finding her clit, and pinched it.
Oz felt her walls clamp around him, tight and ready. The moan from her lips only served to send him over as he came hard, pounding his release into her.
When they finally came down from their euphoria, Willow turned to him smiling, and said, "When I said we should do this again sometime, I hadn't nesicarily meant twenty mintues later."
"But it was good," Oz said, kissing her on her nose. He settled down beside him, tired.
"Oh yeah, it was great."
AUTHORS NOTE: This part was written by Missy (that means not me) in response to the first chapter.
JUST CHECKING
Willow lay sleepily beside Oz, their frollicing in the bathroom having made her lethargic. She looked peaceful there, laying beside him, sated. But something was nagging at the back of Oz's mind. It was something Willow had done when trying to masturbate infront of him. She grabbed the louffa, seeming to need something inside of her for her to come.
Insecrue? Not really, he was just...curious. A male thing.
Carefully, Oz extricated himself from Willow and watched as she curled sleepily into the covers and pillow, taking up the space he had been. Sneaking to the bathroom, Oz grabbed the louffa and headed back to the bedroom. Willow was just as he had left her, one leg straight, the other crooked over the sheets, her twisted so that she was mostly lying on her stomach. Just the sight of her made him hard, made him want her.
Making sure not to wake her, Oz moved the covers to the side, exposing her bare bottom and slick folds to his view pleasure. Willow moved, groaning a bit in her sleep causing Oz to still his movements.
When he was sure she wouldn't wake up, Oz slipped the long end of the louffa stick into her. She moaned, spreading her legs further. When he felt resistance, Oz stopped, placing his fingers right at her entrance and pulled it out. He placed the stick next to his erection.
Oz's breath came out in a long sigh. He was enough for her, big enough, long enough. The stick was only about 1/3rd of an inch longer, which was fine. Oz could make up for that.
Tossing the stick aside, Oz crawled up the bed, sliding into Willow who was still wet and slick from the shower.
"Ozz," Willow moaned softly, her voice laden still with sleep. But, oh, wasn't that a nice way to wake up. She pushed back onto Oz, showing him just how much she appriciated it.
"Couldn't wait, baby," Oz said, sliding in and out of her at an ever faster pace.
Willow would be sore in the morning, she knew, but she couldn't quite care at that moment. All that mattered was the feel of him moving inside of her, touching places only he could touch, making her body hot. The one hand of hers that was free snaked down between her legs, finding her clit, and pinched it.
Oz felt her walls clamp around him, tight and ready. The moan from her lips only served to send him over as he came hard, pounding his release into her.
When they finally came down from their euphoria, Willow turned to him smiling, and said, "When I said we should do this again sometime, I hadn't nesicarily meant twenty mintues later."
"But it was good," Oz said, kissing her on her nose. He settled down beside him, tired.
"Oh yeah, it was great."