Close to the Chest
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The Slayer will Play
Title: Close to the Chest
Chapter 4: The Slayer will Play
Rating: R
Warnings: Femslash. (And actually some action-ish stuff this time.) Also, naughty words. ;-)
Summary: Willow and Buffy spend quality time together.
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Buffy and Willow kissed passionately outside the door to Buffy’s bedroom. Buffy was pressed against the wall with both hands in Willow’s hair. Willow had her right hand on Buffy’s lower back, fingers playing along the Slayer’s spine as if it were a piano. The witch’s left hand remained steadily on Buffy’s thigh as they continued to kiss with escalating intensity.
“Oh God, Will.” Buffy extricated one of her hands from the witch’s red hair and opened the door to her bedroom. “Bed,” she panted as Willow started kissing her neck. Neither girl made a move toward the room, still wrapped up in each other. Buffy brought her hand to the back of Willow’s knees and lifted the girl into her arms. “Bed,” she repeated.
“You just wanted to sweep me off my feet,” Willow accused, smiling more brightly than Buffy had seen in recent memory.
“Yes,” Buffy replied, “yes I did.” She leaned down and kissed the redhead again before carrying her into the room.
“Miss Summers, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Yes, yes I am.” She laid Willow on the bed, propped up against the headboard, and kissed her again. “Is it working?”
“Mmm,” said Willow as their faces separated again. “My pussy definitely says yes.”
“Willow!” Buffy exclaimed in surprise.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Willow said quickly, looking panicked. “Do you not like that word? I can stop saying it.”
“I’m okay with it,” Buffy assured her. “I just didn’t really think you would use it.”
“Well, maybe not in mixed company,” said the witch with a smile, “but anything goes in the bedroom.”
“My wicked witch.” Buffy grinned and kissed her again.
“I’m starting to like that name,” Willow commented between kisses.
“Good,” Buffy encouraged, climbing into bed and straddling Willow’s right thigh. She leaned close to the witch’s ear and spoke softly. “Do you know what the – Slayer,” the word came out breathily, “does to the wicked witch?”
“She doesn’t slay, right?” Willow asked, panting heavily.
“Nooo.” Buffy kissed the witch just below her ear. “The Slayer’s a good girl,” she purred. The fingers of her right hand began tracing delicately along Willow’s stomach, between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her jeans. “The Slayer shows the wicked witch her love.” Buffy’s tongue gently teased Willow’s earlobe. “How does the love make the wicked witch feel?”
“The – the love – oh God,” Willow panted as Buffy started kissing her neck. “The love makes the witch feel – really warm,” she breathed.
“Mm-hm,” Buffy moaned softly against Willow’s neck.
“Really, really warm,” Willow repeated, losing her train of thought.
“Maybe the witch needs to take her shirt off,” Buffy suggested, tugging at the item of clothing in question. Willow leaned forward obligingly and Buffy pulled the shirt over her head. Beneath, Willow wore a sky-blue bra that was frilly and made of silk. “Wicked witch wore a sexy bra,” Buffy commented.
“I got dressed with the intent to make a move on you this morning,” Willow pointed out. “I thought it would be good to be prepared for any eventuality.”
“Mmm,” the Slayer groaned, leaning forward again. “I love it when you talk nerdy to me.”
“Yeah?” Willow questioned. “I think I kinda like it when you’re cheesy.”
“I’m glad,” said Buffy, gently running her index finger in a spiral on Willow’s stomach and delighting in the way she twitched every time the Slayer hit a ticklish spot. “I’m definitely confident in my ability to cheese.”
“Cheese is a verb now?” asked the witch.
“I guess so.” Buffy brought her head down and began licking the hollow of Willow’s neck. “Wanna tell me about the parts of speech?” Buffy asked, making the question sound more seductive than it would in any other context.
“I don’t think I can,” Willow breathed. “I don’t think I can focus with you licking my neck like that.”
“Well I can stop,” Buffy teased, “if it bothers you.”
“It bothers me in all the right ways,” Willow assured her.
“Mmm.” Buffy smiled against the redhead’s warm skin. “So,” said Buffy, “I made cheese a verb.” She kissed Willow’s neck again between sentences. “Maybe you should tell me another verb.” She moved upward, returning slowly to the witch’s ear and kissing all the way. “Can you think of a verb?” Kiss. “I think I know one.” Kiss. “It’s been on my mind all day.” She breathed the word into Willow’s ear as barely more than a sigh, “Fuck.”
Willow exhaled heavily, turning her head to capture the Slayer’s lips with her own. Their lips smacked wetly as they tried to express the depth of their emotion to each other. Buffy’s hand was now rubbing against the silky material of Willow’s bra, cupping and squeezing her left breast. Willow used one hand to stroke Buffy’s hair, the other resting comfortably on her lower back.
“Oh Buffy,” Willow panted heavily as their lips separated, chest heaving under the Slayer’s fingers. Buffy kissed her way rapidly down Willow’s neck and to her chest. “Buffy, I’m sooo wet,” moaned the witch.
“Wet, huh?” The Slayer licked along Willow’s bra strap, from cup to shoulder. “Where are you wet, I wonder.”
“Uhhh,” Willow groaned in reply. Buffy kissed the tops of her breasts. “Oh Buffy please,” she begged, both hands grasping the Slayer’s strong back.
“Where are you wet, my wicked witch?” Buffy pressed a finger into the center of Willow’s bra cup where the outline of her erect nipple was plainly visible. “This doesn’t feel wet,” she noted, teasing the nipple between her thumb and index finger. “Where, oh where.” The witch inhaled sharply as Buffy’s middle and index fingers walked down Willow’s stomach, toward her jeans. “Are you wet under here?” Buffy asked innocently as she rubbed at the front of Willow’s pants.
“Buffyyyy,” Willow moaned, arching into the Slayer’s touch.
Buffy moved her hand away again, slowly trailing back up Willow’s stomach and then around to her back. She leaned again to whisper in the witch’s ear.
“Tell me how you want it.”
“Fuck me, Buffy,” Willow responded immediately, her voice low and lusty. In the next instant, the witch’s bra was undone and the straps were moving along her arms. Willow unwrapped her arms from around the Slayer to facilitate the bra’s easy removal.
“You have beautiful breasts.” Buffy’s eyes attempted to absorb every detail of the newly exposed flesh.
“Wicked witch wants the Slayer to take her shirt off too,” the redhead requested with a grin, pulling at the white button-up shirt the blonde was wearing.
“Mmm,” Buffy pondered, “I think the Slayer’s gonna make her wait.”
“The Slayer’s a tease,” said Willow with a pout.
“You are so sexy when you pout,” Buffy complimented. “But I think my wicked witch likes to be teased.”
“Ahhh,” Willow cried out sharply as Buffy gently tugged at her left nipple.
“Good sound, right?” Buffy questioned, rolling the nipple between her fingers.
“Mm-hm.” Willow nodded, biting her bottom lip. She tugged again. “Ohh God,” the witch panted breathily. “I have – I have,” she tried to gather the focus to speak. “I have a verb for you,” she managed at last.
“Oh yeah?” Buffy asked with a smile, eyes brightening with the possibilities.
“Lick,” said Willow slowly, allowing the word to roll sensually off her tongue. Buffy’s tongue traced the witch’s bottom lip. “Lower,” begged the redhead. Buffy licked her upper lip. “That’s not lower,” Willow whined. The Slayer moved down and licked Willow’s chin. “Getting closer.”
“Maybe I need,” Buffy licked the hollow of the witch’s neck, “a noun.”
“Nipple,” the witch replied readily. Buffy moved down obediently to Willow’s right breast and circled the areola with her tongue. “Oh yes please.” Buffy began to push the nipple from side to side. “Another verb.” Buffy’s tongue continued to lap at the nipple, waiting patiently for Willow’s next directive. “Bite.”
“Adjective?” Buffy requested nervously.
“Soft,” said the redhead. Buffy steadied the bud between her teeth and very gently applied pressure. “A little harder,” Willow instructed. The Slayer increased the pressure ever so slightly. “Ooh, just like that,” said the witch with an encouraging moan. Keeping the nipple between her teeth, Buffy pressed against it with her tongue, earning a high pitched mewling sound from her lover.
“Oh God, do that again,” said Buffy, shuddering in pleasure.
“You – you like my noises?” Willow asked, fighting to keep her panting under control.
“They are most definitely wetness inducing,” Buffy informed the adorable redhead, her tone practically dripping with lust.
“I might be able to do it again,” suggested Willow with a smile. “Suck.” The Slayer returned to Willow’s nipple and sucked it gently into her mouth. “Oh Buffy,” she panted softly.
Neither of them noticed the sound of footsteps approaching.
“Hey, Buffy,” Dawn called, walking through the still open door to the bedroom. “I can’t find the expiration date on this milk carton, but it smells kind of funny. When are you gonna – oh.” Dawn looked up from the milk carton she was holding to the two women on the bed.
Buffy’s mouth left Willow’s nipple with a faint pop.
Chapter 4: The Slayer will Play
Rating: R
Warnings: Femslash. (And actually some action-ish stuff this time.) Also, naughty words. ;-)
Summary: Willow and Buffy spend quality time together.
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Buffy and Willow kissed passionately outside the door to Buffy’s bedroom. Buffy was pressed against the wall with both hands in Willow’s hair. Willow had her right hand on Buffy’s lower back, fingers playing along the Slayer’s spine as if it were a piano. The witch’s left hand remained steadily on Buffy’s thigh as they continued to kiss with escalating intensity.
“Oh God, Will.” Buffy extricated one of her hands from the witch’s red hair and opened the door to her bedroom. “Bed,” she panted as Willow started kissing her neck. Neither girl made a move toward the room, still wrapped up in each other. Buffy brought her hand to the back of Willow’s knees and lifted the girl into her arms. “Bed,” she repeated.
“You just wanted to sweep me off my feet,” Willow accused, smiling more brightly than Buffy had seen in recent memory.
“Yes,” Buffy replied, “yes I did.” She leaned down and kissed the redhead again before carrying her into the room.
“Miss Summers, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Yes, yes I am.” She laid Willow on the bed, propped up against the headboard, and kissed her again. “Is it working?”
“Mmm,” said Willow as their faces separated again. “My pussy definitely says yes.”
“Willow!” Buffy exclaimed in surprise.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Willow said quickly, looking panicked. “Do you not like that word? I can stop saying it.”
“I’m okay with it,” Buffy assured her. “I just didn’t really think you would use it.”
“Well, maybe not in mixed company,” said the witch with a smile, “but anything goes in the bedroom.”
“My wicked witch.” Buffy grinned and kissed her again.
“I’m starting to like that name,” Willow commented between kisses.
“Good,” Buffy encouraged, climbing into bed and straddling Willow’s right thigh. She leaned close to the witch’s ear and spoke softly. “Do you know what the – Slayer,” the word came out breathily, “does to the wicked witch?”
“She doesn’t slay, right?” Willow asked, panting heavily.
“Nooo.” Buffy kissed the witch just below her ear. “The Slayer’s a good girl,” she purred. The fingers of her right hand began tracing delicately along Willow’s stomach, between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her jeans. “The Slayer shows the wicked witch her love.” Buffy’s tongue gently teased Willow’s earlobe. “How does the love make the wicked witch feel?”
“The – the love – oh God,” Willow panted as Buffy started kissing her neck. “The love makes the witch feel – really warm,” she breathed.
“Mm-hm,” Buffy moaned softly against Willow’s neck.
“Really, really warm,” Willow repeated, losing her train of thought.
“Maybe the witch needs to take her shirt off,” Buffy suggested, tugging at the item of clothing in question. Willow leaned forward obligingly and Buffy pulled the shirt over her head. Beneath, Willow wore a sky-blue bra that was frilly and made of silk. “Wicked witch wore a sexy bra,” Buffy commented.
“I got dressed with the intent to make a move on you this morning,” Willow pointed out. “I thought it would be good to be prepared for any eventuality.”
“Mmm,” the Slayer groaned, leaning forward again. “I love it when you talk nerdy to me.”
“Yeah?” Willow questioned. “I think I kinda like it when you’re cheesy.”
“I’m glad,” said Buffy, gently running her index finger in a spiral on Willow’s stomach and delighting in the way she twitched every time the Slayer hit a ticklish spot. “I’m definitely confident in my ability to cheese.”
“Cheese is a verb now?” asked the witch.
“I guess so.” Buffy brought her head down and began licking the hollow of Willow’s neck. “Wanna tell me about the parts of speech?” Buffy asked, making the question sound more seductive than it would in any other context.
“I don’t think I can,” Willow breathed. “I don’t think I can focus with you licking my neck like that.”
“Well I can stop,” Buffy teased, “if it bothers you.”
“It bothers me in all the right ways,” Willow assured her.
“Mmm.” Buffy smiled against the redhead’s warm skin. “So,” said Buffy, “I made cheese a verb.” She kissed Willow’s neck again between sentences. “Maybe you should tell me another verb.” She moved upward, returning slowly to the witch’s ear and kissing all the way. “Can you think of a verb?” Kiss. “I think I know one.” Kiss. “It’s been on my mind all day.” She breathed the word into Willow’s ear as barely more than a sigh, “Fuck.”
Willow exhaled heavily, turning her head to capture the Slayer’s lips with her own. Their lips smacked wetly as they tried to express the depth of their emotion to each other. Buffy’s hand was now rubbing against the silky material of Willow’s bra, cupping and squeezing her left breast. Willow used one hand to stroke Buffy’s hair, the other resting comfortably on her lower back.
“Oh Buffy,” Willow panted heavily as their lips separated, chest heaving under the Slayer’s fingers. Buffy kissed her way rapidly down Willow’s neck and to her chest. “Buffy, I’m sooo wet,” moaned the witch.
“Wet, huh?” The Slayer licked along Willow’s bra strap, from cup to shoulder. “Where are you wet, I wonder.”
“Uhhh,” Willow groaned in reply. Buffy kissed the tops of her breasts. “Oh Buffy please,” she begged, both hands grasping the Slayer’s strong back.
“Where are you wet, my wicked witch?” Buffy pressed a finger into the center of Willow’s bra cup where the outline of her erect nipple was plainly visible. “This doesn’t feel wet,” she noted, teasing the nipple between her thumb and index finger. “Where, oh where.” The witch inhaled sharply as Buffy’s middle and index fingers walked down Willow’s stomach, toward her jeans. “Are you wet under here?” Buffy asked innocently as she rubbed at the front of Willow’s pants.
“Buffyyyy,” Willow moaned, arching into the Slayer’s touch.
Buffy moved her hand away again, slowly trailing back up Willow’s stomach and then around to her back. She leaned again to whisper in the witch’s ear.
“Tell me how you want it.”
“Fuck me, Buffy,” Willow responded immediately, her voice low and lusty. In the next instant, the witch’s bra was undone and the straps were moving along her arms. Willow unwrapped her arms from around the Slayer to facilitate the bra’s easy removal.
“You have beautiful breasts.” Buffy’s eyes attempted to absorb every detail of the newly exposed flesh.
“Wicked witch wants the Slayer to take her shirt off too,” the redhead requested with a grin, pulling at the white button-up shirt the blonde was wearing.
“Mmm,” Buffy pondered, “I think the Slayer’s gonna make her wait.”
“The Slayer’s a tease,” said Willow with a pout.
“You are so sexy when you pout,” Buffy complimented. “But I think my wicked witch likes to be teased.”
“Ahhh,” Willow cried out sharply as Buffy gently tugged at her left nipple.
“Good sound, right?” Buffy questioned, rolling the nipple between her fingers.
“Mm-hm.” Willow nodded, biting her bottom lip. She tugged again. “Ohh God,” the witch panted breathily. “I have – I have,” she tried to gather the focus to speak. “I have a verb for you,” she managed at last.
“Oh yeah?” Buffy asked with a smile, eyes brightening with the possibilities.
“Lick,” said Willow slowly, allowing the word to roll sensually off her tongue. Buffy’s tongue traced the witch’s bottom lip. “Lower,” begged the redhead. Buffy licked her upper lip. “That’s not lower,” Willow whined. The Slayer moved down and licked Willow’s chin. “Getting closer.”
“Maybe I need,” Buffy licked the hollow of the witch’s neck, “a noun.”
“Nipple,” the witch replied readily. Buffy moved down obediently to Willow’s right breast and circled the areola with her tongue. “Oh yes please.” Buffy began to push the nipple from side to side. “Another verb.” Buffy’s tongue continued to lap at the nipple, waiting patiently for Willow’s next directive. “Bite.”
“Adjective?” Buffy requested nervously.
“Soft,” said the redhead. Buffy steadied the bud between her teeth and very gently applied pressure. “A little harder,” Willow instructed. The Slayer increased the pressure ever so slightly. “Ooh, just like that,” said the witch with an encouraging moan. Keeping the nipple between her teeth, Buffy pressed against it with her tongue, earning a high pitched mewling sound from her lover.
“Oh God, do that again,” said Buffy, shuddering in pleasure.
“You – you like my noises?” Willow asked, fighting to keep her panting under control.
“They are most definitely wetness inducing,” Buffy informed the adorable redhead, her tone practically dripping with lust.
“I might be able to do it again,” suggested Willow with a smile. “Suck.” The Slayer returned to Willow’s nipple and sucked it gently into her mouth. “Oh Buffy,” she panted softly.
Neither of them noticed the sound of footsteps approaching.
“Hey, Buffy,” Dawn called, walking through the still open door to the bedroom. “I can’t find the expiration date on this milk carton, but it smells kind of funny. When are you gonna – oh.” Dawn looked up from the milk carton she was holding to the two women on the bed.
Buffy’s mouth left Willow’s nipple with a faint pop.