Buffy decides to loosen Willow up

"I am not!" Willow said huffily.

"Prove it," said Buffy.

"What? No! I'm not going to go make out with some random guy," Willow replied.

Buffy leered and stalked towards Willow. "I guess that just leaves one other option," she said.

Willow backed away -- or tried to. She only got about six inches before her backside hit the wall. Buffy pressed against her. "I know exactly what you need," she said, "and I should have given it to you a long time ago."

The blonde girl leaned in and kissed Willow hungrily, her hands roaming over Willow's slender frame. Willow knew this was wrong... Buffy wasn't like this, and neither was she. She had to stop it. But she'd been so lonely since Oz left, and Buffy was a really good kisser... NO! She couldn't just stand here and let Buffy **** her, no matter how good it felt (where did THAT come from?). She tried to push her friend away, but Buffy's supernatural muscles didn't give an inch. She couldn't reason with Buffy -- hard to talk with a mouth full of slayer tongue. What did that leave? Tapping "stop" in morse code on Buffy's ass?

Buffy's hand slipped under the elastic band of Willow's panties. It was clear that she was determined to get the redhead off. Willow sighed (that WAS a sigh! I don't care how much it sounded like a moan!) and decided to let Buffy do what she wanted. Maybe after she was done she'd calm down a bit and the two of them could figure out what had gotten into her. Can't be as good as what's getting into me Willow thought as Buffy's fingers slipped in. No! She shouldn't be enjoying this, no matter how good Buffy was at it! But she couldn't help it. Buffy was getting her hotter, faster, BETTER than anyone else had. More quickly than she thought possible, Willow came. "One," Buffy said, then leaned down and began kissing Willow's breasts as those amazing fingers redoubled their efforts. Almost immediately Willow came again, biting on her knuckle to keep from screaming in ecstasy. "Two," Buffy said, and sank gracefully to her knees, trailing kisses down Willow's stomach. She couldn't possibly mean to... yes, she could.

Willow had never felt anything better than the slayer's fingers, but she did now. Another orgasm, the best yet, ripped through her, and this time she couldn't stifle her scream of pleasure. "Three," Buffy said as she stood up. She kissed Willow deeply, and the redhead tasted her own juices on the Slayer's lips... not that Willow really minded. She'd done that often enough with what's-his-name. (Oz, her brain supplied as the post-orgasmic haze began to lift), and though it was weird at first she'd secretly gotten to like it.

"Not such a prude after all," Buffy said. "I guess there's more of vamp Willow in you than you like to admit."