Building up the tension

Disclaimer: I do not own this. I wrote the plot, slightly, but everything else belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Inc.


Author’s Note: Please realise this is about two women having sex. If you don’t like it, turn back now. If you do…please continue. Read, enjoy and please review. Thank you!!!



To help you along with what is in my head, this is like an alternative to the fight scene between Buffy and Willow in the Magic Shop in the season were Willow went bad. I don’t remember the words, and only vaguely remember the scene itself, but that is what I’m thinking of in a way, ok?


Building up the tension


Buffy was in the back of the Magic Shop, training. She was wearing a full-length black leather skirt, with a slit from the hip. Alternating between side kicking and punching the training bag with her knee high leather boots, the ones with the highest pointed heel possible, and her bare hands, she was slowly working away at the tension that was building up inside her, and building up a sweat. She raised her leg high, fully exposing it, keeping it straight, yet slightly bending the other one, the friction between her thighs heating her up, as they rubbed together. Twisting her hips, they rubbed even harder and she had to concentrate on raising and parting her legs to kick out with her heel. It dug into the material and almost tore it. ‘Magically reinforced. I wish Willow were here. She’d made things so much easier to handle. She’s so much stronger than I am. She is really powerful and a lot stronger… It’d be worth fighting her, seeing her move with that black hair, and in her leather cat suit. When her eyes are all black and blazing, she looks so sexy and fit and sexy and oh…’ Buffy realised that her mind was wandering in the wrong direction, but really wanted to see Willow again. She looked so evil, and powerful and oh… She knew she was wet, she always was whenever she was having an especially good fight, but the lack of any material between her legs was letting her flow freely. Raising her leg again, the cool air passed by her, and then as she closed it and twisted her hips, the contrasting temperatures made her breathe in deeply. Kicking the bag again, and again, she let the changing heat and cold work her up. She repeated this over and over until she was giving herself burns. The pain was making her flow even more. No one really knew this side of Buffy, but it was the reason why she enjoyed being fucked by Spike so much. The pain, the evil, the leather and the power was the thing that turned her on, and thinking of Spike like that, and then knowing Willow was out there dressed in black leather and being so damn sexy, she really had to stop working out. She jumped up onto the gym horse and straddled it. Looking around her, she knew that no one was in. Slowly rotating her hips, she let the horse press down as hard as possible on her pubic bone. She rotated as hard as she could, faster and faster, harder and harder, and she could feel herself growing close to orgasm. She let her eyes close and with her right hand she lifted her skirt until it was around her waist. She gasped as the cool air hit her and her clit grew even harder. With her eyes still closed she grabbed hold of one of the bars on the horse and used it to keep her balance. With her right hand, she slowly teased herself, trailing her fingers along her thighs, skimming over her heated centre, over and over, before quickly thrusting two fingers inside herself. With concentrated co ordination she rotated her hips, pushing herself hard into the horse then raising them and thrusting her fingers into herself. She was hitting her spot hard and continuously, the nerve endings running with electricity. As the first wave of orgasm hit her like a hot pulsating shower she moaned out loud and then continued moaning longer and louder as the bundle of nerve endings began the countdown to explosion. Buffy stopped rotating her hips quickly and with the first finger on her left hand, she circled her hard clitoris. Rubbing it as hard as she was thrusting her fingers, she rode wave after wave of simultaneous orgasm, screaming openly with absolute abandon.


As the waves died down, she opened her eyes.


Willow was there, staring at Buffy with glazed over eyes, her mouth half-open, leaning against the wall. Her legs were apart and Buffy could see that Willow had actually ripped the crotch of the leather cat suit. She could see faint black hairs under Willow’s hand, her fingers thrusting deep inside herself. There was a zip that ran to the belly of the suit, and this was also wide open. Willow was erotically fucking herself, as Buffy had been, with one hand alternately rubbing and squeezing each firm breast, with their taut pink nipples, growing red under the continuous pressure. Her breathing was shallow and quick, and her other hand was alternately rubbing her own clit, and then thrusting fingers deep inside herself. Buffy could tell that this sight was making her wet, even after the multiple- orgasms she’d just gone through. Jumping off the horse, letting the skirt fall around her legs she walked towards Willow. The black- haired witch heard her approaching and quickly covered herself up. The suit immediately sewed her back in and the black glaze came into her eyes.


'Buffy.’ Willow’s voice was hard, like ice, and Buffy could see the anger in her best friend’s face.


‘Will. Were you enjoying yourself there? I felt bad disturbing you.’ Buffy kept a straight face but wanting to smile, cry and push Willow back against the wall and fuck her harder than she had ever been taken before. Her voice was steady and polite, hiding the emotions that were crossing her mind while she stood in front of the witch. Knowing full well of what Willow was capable of, and hoping that interrupting orgasm had confused her slightly. It had.


As Buffy noticed that the black pupils were beginning to recede, she slowly walked towards the woman, pushing her against the wall. Buffy leant in, pressing her breasts against Willow’s, enjoying the feeling. She avoided kissing her mouth, but pulled down the zipper of the catsuit and pounced on her neck. First, she sucked it gently, finding the spot between the base of her neck, shoulders and throat that was so sensitive. Buffy sucked Willow’s neck, then bit it harder. She sucked it like a vampire would, feeling Willow moaning and struggling against the tingling sensations running down to her breasts, and down to her clitoris. She sucked a trail down the witch’s neck, to the top of her breasts and between them. She left a line of red bruises, then began her attack on her nipples. She licked the tips, circled the aureoles repeatedly and bit down on them, hard.


Will was moaning her name, ‘Buffy, oh god please, I want you. I want you so much… I want you to touch me, I want you to finger me, I want you to fuck me, hard. Please? Please, I’ll do anything, just take me. Now.’


‘Will, stop doing and using magic. Stop trying to kill everyone and I’ll give you the best. Promise?’ Buffy’s voice was hoarse, with need and wanting, but she needed to do this too.


‘Oh, Buffy, I’m so sorry. I’ll stop, just please, stop teasing me. I need you, release me. I promise on all things that witches know as sacred. I’ll stop.’


Buffy started sucking the woman’s nipples again and again, still as hard as before. ‘Oh Buffy, please, don’t stop, don’t stop…oh!’ Buffy had quickly pulled the catsuit over Willow’s shoulders and pulled it down to her knees. It was exhilarating, seeing Will totally naked, pushed against the wall her legs apart and slick between her legs. Buffy suddenly led her to the wall under the window. It was colder brick there, but it was the railing over the window that sparked Buffy’s imagination and desire. Grabbing stainless steel, magically reinforced handcuffs from the weapons wall, she lifted Willow’s arms over head and handcuffed her to the window. Willow let her head fall on to the wall, and then leant against it with her body. The cold shot through her and she moaned. Buffy grabbed her hips and lifted her up. She kept her pinned against the wall with her left hand, and with the leverage she rubbed Willow against the wall, the cold brick scraping her white skin, and making her open her legs even more. With her right hand, Buffy flicked Willow’s clitoris, once, and then plunged three fingers right deep inside her hot wet entrance. The heat was one thing, but the tight hole was restrictive and didn’t give Buffy the movement she needed. Quickly pulling out Willow moaned and lifted her legs, hanging from her arms to wrap them around Buffy’s waist. Buffy thrust two fingers in as Willow moved in closer and Willow screamed out loud as the long slim fingers hit her spot with combined pressure. Willow pulled out at the same time as Buffy, and then they came together to push Willow’s nerve bundle harder and harder. With a flowing steady beat, the two women worked hard pushing in and pulling out, over and over. Suddenly Buffy pulled out totally, and as Willow came forward, she lifted the woman’s hips higher and rested her legs on her shoulders. Buffy was faced with the red head’s pulsating clitoris. It was begging to be taken, to be sucked dry and then be fucked again. Her Slayer strength in use, Buffy held up Willow to stop her from cutting her wrists too badly, although she could tell that the pain was only making Willow even hornier. She bent her head forward and licked the tip of the clit. Willow shuddered and moaned. Buffy did it again and again. She did it slowly and systematically, leaving enough time between each lick to stop the sensations building up. Willow raised her hips, giving Buffy even more access. She pushed her tongue into the entrance, tasting the juices that poured from her and then her own passions overtook her. The Slayer licked and sucked the tip of the clit over and over.


Willow was screaming and panting ‘Buffy! Please! Fuck me, please. Harder and harder. I want to you fuck me. Please. I need to be fucked. Suck me, squeeze me, touch me, and fuck me girl. Oh…’


Buffy sucked her clit harder and harder feeling the tiny organ growing longer and harder, becoming hotter and more sensitive. She dropped Willow against the wall quickly but carefully and continued to work on a screaming Willow with both hands. She thrusted and rubbed, squeezed and teased simultaneously, pressing herself hard against the abused breasts and rocking against her as she pushed into her and against her harder. Suddenly Willow's orgasmic screaming threatened to shatter the glass behind her. The tension having built up more and more until her muscles had almost ripped inside of her.


As she relaxed against Buffy while the waves passed over her, she leant in and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was soft and gentle and loving. The same way she used to kiss Tera. Buffy knew what she had done, and believed it was right. She had simply used a different method to alleviate Willow’s anger and pain, and hopefully this way, no one would get hurt so badly. Willow sighed as Buffy brought her down from the window, but knew this was better than her plans to destroy the world.


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