Buffy's Night Off

Title: buffy's night off - entry for Buffy's Final Days PWP Fest

Author: dale

Email: drmillson@yahoo.com

Rating: nc-17

Disclaimer: these characters are owned by a whole lot of people who are not me...i own my imagination, though...

Pairings: b/w/x

Summary: buffy gets a night off...willow and xander help her to enjoy it...set early to mid-season 3

Spoilers: general season 3 stuff...this is pwp, though, so if you're looking for secrets you're out of luck... :p

Feedback: always...good, bad, or otherwise, i don't care...the only bad fb is no fb...of course, a pretty girl is an acceptible substitute ; )

Distribution: ask first, ask nicely : )

Author's Note: inspired by my breakfast, this is my first entry into the "Buffy's Final Days" PWP Fest at the Faithful Chickies group...to find other entries, g:

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Warning: a light kink in this one, kiddies...if you prefer vanilla, you might want to walk away now ; )


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Xander looked down at Buffy, his eyes twinkling. "Apple turnover." Two words, spoken in a low, thick voice.

Two words, and Buffy was pouting at having to wait. "Xan-"

"Be quiet, you," he told the blonde, his tone playful, yet letting her know he wouldn't let her deviate from the orders she had been given. The slayer had been told not to talk at all, but her impati kep kept getting in the way. "You'll be 'singing' soon enough."

Buffy's eyes widened at the way Xander said the word 'singing.' Her skin, already flushed, took on an even darker shade. No one could have looked at her and not known what her particular affliction was: the slayer was horny.

The brunet carefully removed the lid from the small container of yogurt he was holding, making sure that the blonde could see the amount that had stuck to the lid. Bringing it to his mouth, Xander slowly flicked his tongue along the lid. He saw that Buffy's eyes were watching his tongue, and the small dollop of whitish yogurt that was on the end of it.

The blonde whimpered and began to squirm slightly, as Xander proceeded to run his tongue over the shiny metallic lid. This was part of the tease, the slow build-up she knew was to come before she did. Buffy was loving every torturous minute of it. The heat between her legs was increasing, and she wasn't sure how long she could wait. The girl wanted nothing more than to bring her hand to her center, and slowly trace her fingers through the folds, and over and around her clit. She had already been warned not to try anything like that, though. Buffy was afraid to do anything that might put an end to this night, and so she waited. And she squirmed.

Noticing the condition Buffy was in, Xander smirked as he set down the now cleaned lid. *Everything going according to plan,* he thought. Dipping the spoon he had been holding into the yogurt, he began to stir. As he did, he moved toward Buffy's head. Kneeling down, he asked, "Are you ready, Buff?"

The girl closed her eyes as a small tremor coursed through her. Even knowing what was about to happen didn't diminish in any way the heat she was feeling. Opening her eyes loo looking at Xander's face, she saw for the first time that his own skin was flushed as well. *He wants this as much as I do,* the blonde thought, *or more.* Buffy wasn't in love with her best male friend, but she did love him deeply, and knew she wasn't the only one that this was all for.

Seeing his friend nod her head slightly, Xander began. He pulled the spoon out, leaving a small amount of yogurt on it. The brunet brought the spoon to Buffy's lips, and slowly traced their contours, leaving a trail of yogurt behind. He continued, almost painting parts of her face. He swept over the line of her jaw from ear to chin on each side, then changing direction and following the line of her throat. Xander stopped for a minute to look over his work. Seeing one spot he had missed, he dipped his spoon once more into the yogurt and brought it to the tip of the slayer's nose.

The blonde shuddered at the feeling of the cool substance against her hot skin. Her face had never been something she thought of as a place of sexual energy, but what was happening to her now convinced her otherwise. With each touch of the yogurt against her skin, she trembled anew. She was panting slightly from the intensity of the warring sensations of heat and coolness.

Xander spent a moment watching Buffy. She lay on her bed, naked. Her face painted over in a mask of arousal and yogurt. Seeing the blonde as she trembled, hearing the ragged edge of her breathing, had his own pulse racing. He had never seen anything as openly radiating heat and desire as the sight of the girl on the bed.

The brunet turned toward the bedroom door. "You know, Wil," he said, his voice dripping with mock sarcasm, "you could give me a hand here."

The redhead looked away from Buffy's naked form to meet Xander's eyes. She pouted at him, saying, "Aww, but I was having fun watching you."

Walking up to the other girl, the young man wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her toward the bed. "No fair, Wil. No work now, no play later."

Her pout changed into an excited grin. "Okay, but I get to choose which one I use." Seeing her friend nod his acceptance, she walked to the dresser and retrieved her chosen weapon. Willow then walked over to Buffy, leaned down and whispered one word into the blonde's ear, "Raspberry." The slayer let out a low moan, half-desperation, half-anticipation, knowing full well what the witch had planned for her, and where.

"Guess that leaves the Xan-Man with the blueberry." he said, coming up to stand beside the redhead. Turning to her, he asked in a low voice, knowing that Buffy would still hear him, "Want to go together?"

The slayer lay there as her two friends began to cover more of her in the coolness. Xander worked slowly over her chest and stomach, painting in lines and swirls. He could swear her nipples extended visibly as he caressed each one with the spoon. He loved the effect his motions were having on the blonde, and from the look of things the girl was loving his actions. The brunet took his time, exploring with his eyes the skin he had so often dreamed of seeing.

Willow gasped when she saw Buffy's sex up close. She had had a few dreams of her own about the other girl, but never had they even come close to equalling the reality. The blonde kept herself shaved, and the witch could see the moisture already beginning to form around the girl's core. She felt her stomach clench when she caught the scent of the slayer, sweet with a hint of muskiness. Ripping the lid off her own container of yogurt, the redhead began applying the pink material to Buffy's inner thighs. She heard the blonde moan, and sped up her efforts, looking to be done with the work so the play could begin.

Buffy had never known such ecstasy was possible. The part of her brain that was still capable of anything resembling thought kept coming back to the same thing, that these wonderful feelings were being given to her by her two best friends. The rest of her was awash in the burning coolness of the yogurt being applied to her stomach and between her legs. Where Xander was slow, enjoying what he was doing, Willow was rushed, seeking the second act of their play.

The speed with which the redhead worked had the blonde's moans climbing in loudness. Willow was feeling quite hot herself, and had to stop often to keep herself from tossing aside the yogurt and diving for Buffy's flesh. Nearly finished, she paused to survey the job she had done. She knew from the sounds the slayer was making that the girl was close to exploding. The young witch also knew that her final move would send the other girl over the edge. With a flourish, she drew closer to the end, leaving a mark she for for certain Xander would ask about. Finally, Willow dipped her spoon into the yogurt for the last time, and lighly swirled it onto Buffy's clit.

"Uhhhhnnnnnnnn," the slayer moaned, arching when the spoon touched her clit and her orgasm came upon her. Surprisingly, her movement didn't cause a mess. The yogurt remained for the most part undisturbed. The girl lay there panting heavily. She felt like she was on fire. Neither her solo explorations nor her one time with Angel had been anything close to this intense. As she floated down, she became aware that her friends had stopped. She was greatful for that, unsure of her ability to take anything more at that moment. The blonde needed time to cool down a bit first.

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"Um, Wil," Xander said quietly, his eyes roaming over Buffy's yogurt covered form. "I gotta ask, why the arrow?"

Willow grinned at him mischievously as the brunet turned to face her. She'd been expecting the question, and hoped he liked the answer. "Marks the treasure trail. Didn't want you to get lost, after all." Her eyes twinkled as she said the words.

"Willow!" he said, his voice laced with mock hurt. "You wound me, thinking I'd need some help in getting there." He turned the redhead so that her body was facing him, and he kneeled in front of her. The young man put a hand on the girl's stomach, and began gently tickling his way down. His fingers lightly stroked at her through her clothes. Reaching his goal, he cupped her sex through her skirt, giving it a light squeeze which caused her to tremble. "And besides," he added in a low voice, "I'm a guy. It's instinct."

As much as the witch wanted Xander to keep going, she knew they had to stop. This was Buffy's night. But the way things were looking, Willow had no doubt she'd get a night of her own fairly soon as well. Just the thought had her shaking again. She quickly backed away from Xander, and he looked at her in surprise. When she pointed at the blonde, he nodded and stood up. Willow found herself looking forward to Xander's night as well.

Turning to the blonde, the brunet asked, "Are you ready, Buf?"

When the slayer nodded, the paired moved in, one on each side. The plan had been to start at the top, and work their way down. They wanted to draw out Buffy's pleasure for as long as possible.

Xander leaned in toward her ear, and whispered, "I love you, Buffy. Don't ever forget that." He flicked his tongue along her earlobe, causing the girl to release a low moan. Moving slightly, he began to lick and nibble along her jaw, loving the combination of apple and Buffy that was running over his tongue.

Willow watched Xander as he began. She knew he would be taking his time, savoring the slayer. The redhead, on the other hand, wanted to get the preliminaries over with. She thought about asking the brunet is she could just do what she wanted to, but knew he'd say no. He wanted to give this to Buffy, and the other girl wasn't going to deprive him of that. Leaning in, she, too, began to clean the blonde of the yogurt that had been applied.

Buffy couldn't believe how incredible it felt, being licked and sucked and nibbled. Being tasted, devoured. The sensations were driving her wild. Her two best friends moved slowly, but with determination, along her flesh. In between her own moaning and writhing, she could hear their own pants and the sounds of them enjoying themselves.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhggooooooooooddd!" she screamed, arching up as the pair each took one of her nipples into their mouths. Willow was sucking lightly while swirling her tongue around the hard bud. Xander, on the other hand, was biting gently and pulling back, scraping the nipple with his teeth.

The things she was feeling always seemed to threaten to toss the slayer over the edge once more, but each time she neared the brink she was pulled back. The two who were so lovingly attending to her moved lower and lower. A tongue entered her bellybutton and she cried out. Teeth grazed the underside of her breast and she arched up, groaning. She no longer knew who was where, her mind working on an almost purely sexual level now.

When Buffy felt hands guiding her legs apart, she yelped in surprise. She had been so aroused and lost in it that she hadn't even become aware that no one was touching her. Fingertips glided over the insides if the slayer's legs, coaxing a series of moans to escape her lips.

Willow and Xander took turns licking and stroking the blonde's legs and inner thighs. Both wanted to taste the heaven that was there in front of them, but neither wanted to deprive the other of the same. It seemed the slayer neither knew nor cared which was which anyway. The two scoobies were themselves lost to the flavor and texture of their friend as she writhed below them.

Deciding she'd had enough, the redhead flicked her tongue along Buffy's yogurt covered sex. The mixture of raspberry and the blonde had the other girl's sex feeling throbbing. *Mmmm. Better than I'd imagined," she thought to herself, leaning in to swirl her tongue into the moist opening.

"Uhnnnnnn," the slayer moaned, grasping at the blankets under her. *Feels so...sooo-ooooooooohhhhhhhh...goooood.*

Wanting his own turn, Xander gently pushed his oldest friend away from the other girl's pussy. Lowering his head, he dipped his own tongue into the sweet and fruity flavored channel, moving it slowly around. He explored Buffy's hot steamy sex with his tongue, inhaling the aroma of her arousal.

Hearing an unhappy grunt from the redhead, Xander moved up to allow the other girl to join him. Willow returned to busying herself with licking and nibbling near the slayer's tight, wet passage, while her best guy friend lavished attention on Buffy's clit. His tongue moved lazily, cleaning her of all but one small bit of the yogurt.

Buffy was on fire. Two tongues danced over her pussy, drawing out the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She could feel her inner muscles spasming in anticipation of her nearing climax. Surely the one working at her center could feel it. The other seemed to always be just missing her clit, which built the slayer's frustration along with her desire for orgasm. She needed to cum, and soon.

Unable to resist any longer, Xander took the blonde's swollen nub into his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue, sucking on it gently. The flavor of raspberry soon gave way to Buffy's own. The brunet suckled a little harder as the girl began to buck under him.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" Buffy screamed, her orgasm hitting her. The girl shook on the bed as wave after wave coursed through her.

The force of the blonde's climax surprised her two friends. Both tried to keep their mouths on the girl, but soon gave up for fear of being knocked from the bed. As the slayer's body calmed, Willow and Xander moved up the bed to lay on either side of her. Xander kissed Buffy lightly on her temple as she lay there panting.

The three lay on the bed quietly for several minutes. Buffy's breathing was still noticeably heavy. Though unexed, ed, no one jumped when the phone rang. Willow got up and answered it, bringing it over to the other girl and letting her know it was Giles on the line.

"Hi *pant* Giles," she said, trying to sound anything but well and truly fucked.

"Buffy, are you alright?" the watcher asked, concern in his voice.

Thinking quickly, Buffy answered him, hoping he'd buy the lie. "Yes, Giles, I'm fine. *pant* Just doing some training. Wil and Xander are helping me." Her breathing was becoming steadier. Now to wait and see if it worked.

"You will never cease to surprise me, Buffy," Giles said, his tone matching his words. "Here I give you the night off, assuming that you and your friends would be off wasting your lives away at the Bronze, and you for once decide to train without being asked."

"What can I say, Giles," the blonde chuckled. "Gotta keep you on your toes."

"Quite right," he answered. "I was just about to train with Faith, but perhaps it would be better if she was to work with the three of you. That way, I could spend time researching the Mayor a little more thoroughly. What do you say?"

Grinning wickedly at her two friends, Buffy said, "That'll be fine, Giles. Send Faith right over. I'm sure she'll enjoy training with us. Now, you just go on and enjoy your research."

Putting the phone down, the blonde got up off the bed. "Guess I'd better take a quick shower."