Willow's morality kicks in

Willow's conscience still gnawed at her though. As much fun as she was having, the tiny cartoon cricket voice in her head wouldn't shut up about her going too far. She tried to argue the voice down. "Why shouldn't I have some fun?" Willow asked, nuzzling Buffy's new and improved breasts. "After all, I'm a good person. I spend most of my time helping other people." Her eyes flashed -- she'd just handed her conscience a major victory. She looked down at her best friend, and realized how much damage she was doing to her. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I take it all back!"

"What (ugh!) are you talking about, Will?" Buffy asked, still thrusting her hips madly to meet Willow's strap-on.

"You're not a slut!" Willow shouted, her eyes once again glowing.

Buffy looked confused for a moment, then focused. "Oh my god, Will, what are you doing?" The blonde girl tried to shift, and realized she was chained to the bed. Suddenly Buffy looked furious. Her muscles strained, and it was clear those handcuffs wouldn't last more than a few seconds.

Willow panicked -- she was confused herself, sending mixed signals, and now Buffy was going to beat her to liverwurst. "But you like having sex with me!" she shouted desperately, and Buffy's angry struggle dissolved into a massive orgasm.

Willow pulled out as Buffy gasped in pleasure. "You know I wouldn't do anything kinky like this with just anyone, Will," Buffy said. "You're special. But I'm still not going to make a habit of sex in my mother's bed."

"I know," said Willow, still feeling guilty. Why had she made Buffy like sex with her when she knew Buffy was straight? Why didn't she just make Buffy forgive her, or explain that they were both under the effects of a spell and not responsible for their actions? Because I'm still under the spell myself Willow realized. I can't afford to be a total slut and still do the right thing. But I don't want to give this up!

"Maybe I can compromise," she said.

"You mean we can compromise? Like doing some kinky stuff in the dorm but not at my mom's house?"

"Yeah, like that," Willow said. How to word it? "We're not sluts, we're just sexually adventurous." Her eyes flashed and she nodded in satisfaction. This was better. She was still willing to try new things with new people, but didn't feel the need to screw everything that moved and most things that didn't.

"I like the sound of that," Buffy said with a smile. "Now unchain me before I have to break mom's handcuffs. They have a lot of sentimental value for her -- a gift from Giles."

"Sure, Buff," Willow said, unlocking her friend. Oh, shit, Mrs. Summers! "Oh, and your mom's not a slut either."

Buffy got a funny look in her eyes. "Well, duh! That's my mom we're talking about, after all. Best friend or not, if you called my mom a slut I'd have lay down some serious smack."