Buffy & Xander: 2 Naughty, 2 Good | By : theBrizzle Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Xander Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Willow had had a successful evening. She had swallowed her mixed feelings, even fighting down their leaning to the positive of being able to pick up on Buffy and Xander’s vibes, and just getting down to work. She couldn’t experience that with them, even if it was good …It was wrong, and for more reasons than the fact that her friends were oblivious. And, as Honest and Forthright Willow, she had to stop it.
She bound up to the porch of the Summers house and unlocked the door hurriedly. She had seen Buffy’s Jeep in the driveway and was beyond excited and anxious to try out the reversal spell she had found quick, fast and in a hurry. She would end this tonight before things got even further out of hand. Or closer into hand, as the case may be.
“BUFFY?!?!”
“Not here,” Dawn commented distractedly from the comfort of the living room.
The teen was focused on the TV and had missed Willow’s enthusiasm deflate. “Where’d she go?” she asked as her excited stride turned into a defeated trudge and she walked into the living room. “She said that her and Xan were gonna be here tonight. And,” she slid the surprisingly small, for its significance to her, book onto the coffee table, “I brought book to rever…uh, test…their telepathy more.”
Dawn furrowed her brow slightly and glanced up to Willow from her position on the floor next to the couch. She thought of asking a question, but simply settled for shrugging her shoulders and turning back to the television. “Well, her and Xander went out on patrol about thirty minutes ago.” Dawn looked up and caught Willow’s pout, “I know, I know. Completely unreliable as soon as she gets some.”
The redhead did manage a chuckle at that and silently agreed. From Angel to Riley and now Xander…Buffy really did have a tendency to be one track minded. “Did they say when they were coming back?”
Dawn shrugged again. “She left the car and the keys,” she pointed out with raised eyebrows. “Usually that means ‘Dawn, drive yourself to school tomorrow’.”
“Alriight,” Willow sighed with obvious disappointment this time.
“I mean,” Dawn turned and tried to give her a reassuring smile. “They might be back.” Willow nodded and sat back against the couch cushions. “Just think of it this way,” Dawn tried again and changed the channel idly, “The less time Buffy spends here at night, the fewer the chances are that we’ll be forced into eating that weird beef noodle stuff she makes.”
“There was no meat in that,” Willow grimaced and glued her eyes to the TV, not needing to see Dawn to be able to detect the disgusted smirk. “So what’s on the menu tonight, Dawnie?”
“A quiet night at home with Paradise Hotel,” the teen said excitedly. “And then a Real World chaser. Wanna join?”
Willow kicked her feet up onto the coffee table, “Wouldn’t miss it.”
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St. Patrick’s Cemetery
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((Good?))
((Mmhmm…loweryaaaa…))
Buffy giggled against the column of Xander’s throat before tilting her head further down and sliding her lips to the center of his neck. She flicked her tongue out over his Adam’s Apple and continued her path to the other side of his neck.
((Tongue go…ughhmmm, good…)) His breath hitched in his chest while Buffy’s hands pulled his shirt tails free and slid underneath the fabric, scratching over the soft skin of his abs and feeling the muscles beneath quivering under her fingers. Xander held her hips in a gentle hold and balanced himself against her while he stood between her open legs as she sat perched on a fairly large tombstone.
((Why aren’t you hard yet?)) She redoubled her suction and slid her hands around Xander’s back, then down to the backside of his jeans where she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to her. Buffy eased herself closer to the edge of the stone when he jerked towards her and arched her body up against his, grinding her breasts into his chest while her mouth slid up over his jaw.
Xander gulped in a deep breath and felt Buffy’s nipples grazing him through both of their shirts. ((Ho…ow come you’re…you’re not slay…ing?))
((Makin out with you)) Buffy pointed out . ((Can’t do both now, can I?))
“Nmmhmm…”
((Want me to stop?))
“Nmmhmm…I was ju…” his reply was cut short when Buffy turned her head and pressed her mouth hard to his own while clenching his ass again hard. He followed her lead and moved his left hand with fluid purpose up to the hem of Buffy’s shirt, mimicking her earlier actions, when he slid it underneath and past her thin bra and fully cupped her breast, squeezing it in time with the thrusts of her own tongue.
Buffy kissed Xander’s mouth open and thrust her tongue inside, sweeping it past his own and up against the roof of his mouth. She moaned into his mouth to let him know how much she was enjoying the contact before pulling away from his breathlessly. She managed a chuckle when he followed her movement in an attempt to continue the kiss.
((Enjoying yourself?)) she teased and glanced down to Xander’s hand as it disappeared under her top. It didn’t bother her one bit that her voice held a hint of breathlessness because she was enjoying himself enough for the both of them. Buffy moved her right hand away from his ass and smiled up at him with a too innocent smirk and traced the waist of his jeans to the front. Xander tired to control his grin but it barked out in the for of a gasp when Buffy reached his belt buckle and dove down, cupping his cock through his pants and still looking him in the eyes while she massaged him slowly. “Mmm, there we go.” Buffy’s statement ended in a moan when she felt him hardening against her palm, and she moved her other hand up from Xander’s butt to tangle her fingers through his hair and pull his mouth back down to her own, resuming the hard kiss.
((Giles said vampires…ohgod…Buffff…))
Buffy kept her lips moving against Xander’s mouth and scraped her teeth lightly over his tongue before chasing it out of her mouth with her own. She raised her hand to his belt buckle again and with adapt precision unfastened it and slid his fly down. She didn’t give Xander a moment to process her movements before she slipped her small hand into his pants, through the hole in his boxers and gripped his member in her hand, stroking him to full hardness. ((Gotta do something to pass the time.))
((Keep that up, and once those vamps rise I’ll be showing them a thing or two about nailing a Slayer.))
She pulled hard and smiled into his mouth when his hips jerked towards her, but she didn’t let his yelp of surprise quell the lip lock. ((You keep it up…and I’ll let you…)) Buffy could feel his arousal and not just with her hand. The closer she brought him to the edge the wetter she got. Every uneven jerk of his hips that signaled his impending release caused another pulse to surge through her womb and work harder on him to feel that sensation again. ((But not on this tombstone)) she added in an after thought that made her brow furrow through her arousal.
((How about…over here?)) Xander dropped his hand from beneath her tank top so it could join his other on her ass, which he gripped hard and lifted Buffy from her seat. He felt her surprise but Buffy refused to stop kissing him, now nipping at his lower lip, around her own giggles. Xander was briefly concerned that Buffy had managed to pull him free of the confines of his jeans when the position changed, but, and he was quite confident in this, he would be getting into something better than Levi’s in a matter of minutes. He could easily feel Buffy’s internal throb sending tiny shocks of pleasure through his own shaft while he swallowed her breathy moans and stumbled towards…something. A tree, a rock that wasn’t a grave marker, a fence…
((Three steps to the right)) Buffy licked into his mouth. ((Big tree))
Xander grunted his thanks and staggered slightlile ile balancing both of their weights. Then he felt something else pass to him by way of Buffy, this time clenching his gut and his heart, and overpowering her own arousal…not by much, but just edging it out by a smidge.
It was amazing sharing feelings with Buffy, but when they slayed together it was something different all together. Xander experienced the Slayer. All the instincts and senses amplified when her ‘Spidey Sense’ sent off the bells and whistles.
He was about to drop her legs to the ground, but the vampire…es. Plural. Beat him to it. Xander felt at least two setshandhands erupt through the dirt forcefully, bringing a shower of tiny clumps and pebbles up with them and grabbed his legs. He jerked to a stop and lost his balance, but in all the commotion forgot to completely release Buffy…or she had not released him. He didn’t know because all too she hhe had broken his own fall with her body beneath him.
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Willow shook her head slightly to clear it. Dawn had said that her sister and her boyfriend had gone out on patrol, Willow had just never considered patrol has prime hand job time.
Her body was gearing up for more, too, as it approached rapidly. Throbbing and clenching. Pulsing and heated as the blood raced through her veins in time with both Buffy’s and Xander’s, deviating in a very specific point in her groin. She had been carried along by their tide without despite her own private protestations before just settling into finding out how they would make her feel tonight.
Tara was still at the shop with Giles, so it wasn’t like she had anything to take her mind off of the more carnal thoughts that were setting her mind on fire. And Dawn was enthralled deeply with who would be sent home from the Hotel this week. Willow was pretty much in the clear to let herself go, as it were, only needing to offer tiny grunts of agreement to the younger Summers’ periodic commentary of the show.
But something had ruined her moment…their moment, she guessed she should say, and Willow was jolted from her fantasy with a sudden wave of fear before all the wind had been forced out of her lungs. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up sharply, gasping for breath.
“Willow?” Dawn pushed herself up to her knees quickly when she heard her friends’ panicked gulps. “You okay?” she rested her hand lightly on her knee and looked on with wide eyes.
Willow swallowed hard and forced her head to nod, silently regaining her composure. “Fine,” she let out a shaky breath and matching smile. “Must have dozed off.”
Dawn still had concern pouring out of her eyes, “Maybe you should go to bed?” she suggested. “If Buffy comes back I can tell her that you found some new things to reduce the amount of voices ir her head…”
“Not reduce.” Willow corrected quickly, her voice holding a bit of sting that made Dawn sit back on her shins. “Find out more about. That’s all.” She stood to her feet and scooped up her book. “Tell Tara I’m sorry I couldn’t wait up for her.”
“She’ll understand,” Dawn assured while she watched the Wicca make her way to the stairs. “Get some rest.” She wed ted the redhead head up the stairs with an, almost dazed nod, leaving her alone.
Willow moved slowly to the master bedroom that she shared with Tara, still able to pick up the sound of the TV from the living room. She held the book to her chest in a white knuckle grip while opening the door with her other shaking hand. Her whole body was shaking, and this time not because of the sexual intensity of her two best friends. Her blood was racing so fast that she could hardly breath and she leant heavily back against the door as soon as it was closed again. If she thought that the feeling of an orgasm raised to the third power was enough to tear her in half, she had never anticipated this and it scared her even more.
Both Buffy and Xander had gone on patrol and fought the forces of evil since she had accidentally found her way into their minds, but she had nevern abn able to tell when they were doing it. This was new, and it only meant that, just like Xander said that his and Buffy’s connection was getting stronger, her connection to them was following the same path.
Willow stumbled over to the bed but knew that she wasn’t going to be able to sleep. In fact, she could guarantee that she couldn’t even shut her eyes if she were to try. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she had never once felt this…this power.
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Xander had watched Buffy stake four vamps while he was toying with his one. Not that it wasn’t a big one. ((He’s, like, 90 pounds more than you.)) His Slayer’s voice, not even broken by labored breathing, reminded him silently while driving her stake home again.
She had complied while Xander kept her pinned to the ground while he tucked himself back into his pants again before actually starting the fight, but as a penalty for their trying to get some while on patrol, six vamps had broken ground before they were pre prepared.
Buffy had launched into Slayer mode immediately, landing jarring punches while effectively dodging her opponents. Her first dusting took place while she was actually on the move to engage a burly vamp in a business suit, and the once housewife that had tried to intercept her was reduced to spoors.
The hostage situation, turned mass murder, in downtown Sunnydale that had drawn Giles attention in the papers turned out to be just what he suspected. Buffy had wondered why nobody else was the least bit suspicious as to why the whole deal started at 8 at night, had had let it slide, guessing that nobody really cared.
All that mattered now was that their were four more vampires that she had to make sure that these guys...and gals, she added when she was punched in the jaw from the side by a twenty something girl in a miniskirt, stayed dead.
Buffy’s heart was beating a little faster now and she glanced sideways to Xander just in time to see him stake the vamp that he was originally fighting with a satisfied, but labored grin, just to be grabbed from behind by another, younger more fit demon. She was on her way to lend him a hand and hopefully let him get a second wind when this…
“Bitch!” Buffy snarled and landed a hard right cross on the girl’s jaw that sent her to the ground. The Slayer acted quickly and pulled her up by her hair ready to stab her in the heart when she felt another opponent sneaking up on her from behind. She head butted her in the nose, and then side kicked out behind her to catch the approaching vamp in the chin.
((You ok, Honey?)) She staked the female vampire. ((I’m coming))
Xander was breathing hard and focused on avoiding being hit. “I wish…” he ducked to the right and then slid around to the side. “that…was…” he ducked again and stood with a hard uppercuat bat briefly doubled the vampire over. “…in the happy…fun…way…”
Buffy smirked, but then winced when she felt Xander catch a left hook to the cheek. “Me too,” she sighed and refocused on the vamp in front of her. “Ok, I’m gonna make this quick cuz my boyfriend’s in trouble.”
The vampire’s face twisted into a cruel imitation of a grin. “He’ll be alive long enough for you to watch him…” His eyes went wide with surprise and he looked down the stake protruding from his chest. As he disincarnated he looked up again to see the Slayer running to the boy’s side.
“Sorry Babe,” Buffy grinned but knew that Xander couldn’t see her since the vampire was blocking her. She wrapped her arms around the demon’s waist and bent her knees, arching her band hnd hoisting him over hery any and crashing to the ground.
Xander rolled his eyes at the Slayer’s beaming smile before she back flipped over the still sprawled vamps body and landed by his head. He could feel the adrenaline singing in his veins and making his heart beat out of control. His whole body was humming and beating with a million sensations at once. Xander loved slaying. It was like having Willow’s mom’s baby back ribs and then going to bed only to find that naked girls were waiting for you there. Food and sex, the two best things in the world.
((Ribs first?))
He would have matched Buffy’s teasing tone if the vampire on the ground hadn’t just reversed kicked to his feet, on the way connecting his heals to Buffy’s jaw and knocking her back.
“Son of a…” Xander’s hand clenched his own jaw and he stumbled to the ground with his eyes screwed shut.
“Slayer?” the vampire asked with a smirk while he stood over her on the ground. “It’ll be a pleasure ripping your heart out.” He made move to pounce on the prone wos fos form, but instead found himself explode from the inside out.
“Get in line,” Xander mumbled and tucked the stake he had just used into his back pocket. “You ok?” his tone changed from pissed to soft in a matter of seconds and he crouched down to Buffy’s side.
“Face hurts,” she pouted and met his tender gaze.
“Where?” Xander ran his hand along his own sore chin. “Round about here?”
Buffy pouted and nodded. ((Kiss it better?))
He gave her a lopsided grin and leant down, pressing his lips to her cheek. “There?” he whispered, a warm caress on her skin. Xander knew that the pain was abiding, but Buffy had yet to make a move to stand up. In fact the aroused throb that had been replaced by the presence of the vampires was completely back, and in full, if not greater force. All that blood so near the surface and racing…his mind caught her whimper when he brushed his lips over her jaw bone before veering off with a gentle lick against her ear lobe. “There?”
((Close…)) Buffy’s breathing changed tenor and she sat up quickly, bringing both hands around and grabbing Xander by the hair, trapping him and pul his his mouth to hers in a bruising, heated, probing kiss. Their tongues waged war against each other, forcing their lips apart, before Buffy, with another sharp tug forced his surrender. ((There)) she sighed and felt a rush of blood to her nether regions and knew instantly that Xander was getting hard. Her body was anxious to match him with her own damp arousal.
Xander responded to Buffy’s forcefulness with his own, letting his right hand fall behind her to brace himself and bringing his right up to rest against her stomach. However, it only rested there briefly before slipping up her front and cupping her breast again. He molded his palm over the heated softness of her chest, even through her shirt, and he sighed into her mouth. “We should get going,” he suggested quietly against her lips.
“Yeah,” Buffy pulled back and rested her forehead against his with her eyes closed. Xander’s large hand was still on her breast and she wastenttent to see how much more the insistent thrumming of her…of their…bodies would bring her closer. It was working. If Buffy closed her eyes and concentrated on his breathing she could feel spike of pleasurable pain lance through her whole body, making her jerk up towards him and him shudder back into her. “Now,” her eyes snapped open and locked on his. “We need to go right now.”
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Willow blinked the tears out of her eyes and turned to wipe her face on the comforter. The side of her face was throbbing and sore, but was rapidly being drowned out by a more welcomed and familiar stirring.
Her blood was already roaring through all of her muscles but she arched off of the mattress when it deviated and exploded in a sharp clench of her vaginal muscles. , but even the thought was short lived when the feeling happened again.
She didn’t sense danger anymore. Now there was an enjoyable pressure, right… Willow slid her hand up the front of her shirt to try to mirror what she was picking up in her mind. She gasped at her own actions and the duality of the sensations coursing through her and she bit her lip and squeezed her breast with a moan.
Willow moved her hand in rhythmic flexings hoping to alleviate the pulsing…trying to work herself up so that there would be only one possible option left to complete that goal. She had never in her life wanted to be touched so bad. Been s the the edge when she knew that there was no possible way for her want to become a reality. Forced to wait and…the throbbing need…
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Xander’s Car (in route to his place)
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It was Buffy. Oh, God how it was Buffy. Aching and burning and yearning. Arching under Xander’s tough. Making his body react the same and pushing him closer to a climax that he willed wouldn’t come right there in the car. But he loved to touch her…was doing an expert job of it right now, his hand splayed across her denim covered thigh and every nerve ending in her body fixed in on it.
It slipped further up and Xander’s thumb, it must have been pressed against the denim at the apex of her thighs and held. He stayed there and flexed his fingers, circling his thumb over her clit and it felt sensational even through her clothes.
Needed this.
Wanted this…
He kept his eyes on the road and his other hand on the wheel while he sped through the streets of Sunnydale. The lights passed in a blur, and when he actually had it in his mind to stop at various signs and postings, her lips were on his. Her tongue against his, teeth scraping his lips with muffled moans. Xander just moved his hand up from its gentle coaxing to the button of her jeans.
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Buffy’s House
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Wasn’t working.
Willow had frantically pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, needing to feel skin on skin contact. She wished Tara were home…wouldn’t feel so wrong if somebody else was there…some body to benefit from this.
She had always wondered what Buffy felt post slaying. Faith had told her before, demonstrated on Xander and left them all the byproducts to deal with. But she always chalked that up to Faith just being herself…horny and reckless. Willow had never anticipated that Buffy could surpass any of the darker Slayer’s descriptions. Never have guessed that she would prove Faith blaringly right. Yet here it was.
Willow right hand skimmed of it’s own accord, following the clenching tingle that was leading it down. Further…just a little further…
Her sex throbbed and her body spasmed at an increased pressure on her clit. She had to make that ache end…had to…her hand kept moving. Willow slipped her hands under the waistband of her skirt and eased it down past her hips. She shifted her legs to free them and her hand resumed its position pinching her, now hard, nipple through her bra, while her other hand sought out new posts, settling over the cooling dampness of her panties.
Maybe rub it better…
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((Yeah)) Buffy hissed in approval and arched her hips up towards his hand to give him better access. She just wanted to feel his hands on her, heating her flesh even hotter than it already was and when Xander’s fingers slipped past her low waistband Buffy’s moan was out loud when they smooth over her skin, through the damp cropped hairs surrounding her sex and rested only when they were massaging her clit. She jumped at the sensation, and let her eyes slam shut.
He thought that he had her beat
Xander was hardly expecting, even with their connection that her hand would find its way to his cock. She rubbed him hard and gasped before tossing him a smile. ((I wanna play too…)) She let her breath come harder and faster and his fingers pushed down further broaching her very entrance. Buffy sucked in ap brp breath and pulled her leg up and rested her foot on the dashboard to give him room to move on her.
((Want me to touch you?)) His voice was a quiet taunt and he move his hand back up to her clit.
Buffy’s jaw clenched. ((Bastard.))
“OhGod…Buffyyy!!” Xander’s cry was unbridled when she squeezed his erection hard in retaliation. “You keep roughing up the equipment and nothing this side of Xander’ll be making you come, lady.”
Buffy grinned at him and stuck her tongue out. “You love it.” She knew that he did. She had felt the pleasure as it washed over the pain. ((Plus, then I’ll get to kiss it all better.)) Buffy’s voice was low and husky and Xander gulped. ((We both like it when I do that))
Xander didn’t need to respond when his eyes crossed slightly from memory alone. ((Thinkin about me sucking your cock?)) Damn Buffy tricking him, taking the upper hand with her stupid voice and stupid mouth. Her stupid face all flushed and being all turned on and…pushing his hand further into her pants, curling his fingers with a gentle pressure that pushed them into her heated core the subtlest bit.
((Taking you deep and sucking all the way back up?)) Her voice was erratic while she kept her hand on Xander’s and kept his fingers moving around her opening. ((I’ll lick your come off the head before I go back down. Take you all th…))
“HERE!” Xander shouted and snatched his hand away from her heated pussy. Her moan of disapproval sounded in his mind and in the actual car. He was already moving though. He was so hard that it hurt and all he wanted to do was get inside and fuck Buffy until the ache went away. ((C’mon woman!!)) He called and pulled her door open and grabbing her forearm when she sat still.
Buffy let herself be pulled, but still managed a smirk. ((Keep ordering me around and we’ll see who won’t be putting out.))
((Right)) Xander laughed at her and ushered her into the lobby ahead of him, using her body as a shield to hide his own arousal in case the doorman decided to be on duty. He pushed the up button from his position behind her. ((This coming from the girl who’s walking around with her pants undone.))
The doors opened and Xander guided her through into the elevator with a decisive hand on the small of her back. Buffy turned on his as soon as the doors started to close behind him. ((Don’t you mean from the girl who’s got the adrenaline of an eight kill night under her belt?))
((Belts already undone?)) Xander pointed out huskily.
((One step done then huh?)) Buffy leant up and pressed her lips to his again, winding her arms around his neck and pushing him back against the elevator wall while moaning into his mouth.
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She didn’t try to bite back the moan that bubbled up when her body temperature hit the boiling point. It was arousal spiked with a hint of anticipation and…fear?
It was right. The feelings that couldn’t be ignored. Intense throbbing pain…pleasure. Wet and heated and hard. Xander was so hard and Buffy knew it. Her body was ready for it, craved it. Wanted that first thrust that undid her and made her his.
And it had to happen.
Willow’s right hand rose to the elastic band of her underwear before sliding smoothly back down. She pet herself and willed her mind not to give into this. To fight it and not force herself to need to coax away this unbearable ache by herself. But she couldn’t think if she couldn’t even stand up straight, now could she? Her fingers parted her slick lips and circled her clit once…again, this time with a hard pinch that she yelped at…
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Xander’s Apartment Building
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Buffy tangled her fingers in his dark hair while her tongue swiped wildly past his and deep into his mouth. She moaned with the intensity of her kiss when she felt Xander respond and push his tongue back against hers, his hand at her hips while he pressed his hardness into her stomach.
His tongue flicked out against her lower lip and she started to suck on her upper one in a lopsided kiss. Xander groaned and tugged the lower pouty one into his mouth and bit lightly, earning a high pitched whine that was quashed when he completely covered her mouth, his hands working to push her jeans down some.
((Whatareya doin’?))
((Dunno…just…I need…))
Buffy shut her eyes and dropped her hands from their grip on his hair to the hem of her ttop.top. She tossed him a hazily aroused smile, pulled back from his kiss and yanked the thin top over her head. ((Not gonna make it to the apartment.)) She was kissing him again and pushing him backwards across the small space.
Xander hardly even noticed once her shirt was removed and his eager hand abandoned their ‘Jeans Mission’ to attach themselves to Buffy’s ‘girls’, as he had taken to calling them. Xander was slammed back into the cold metal panel, but he distracted himself by shoving her bra up and over her breasts without removing it, but allowing himself the ability to touch her bare flesh. He covered her mouth with his own again and caught a deep moan of satisfaction that bubbled up at the connection and started attacking her jeans again.
Buffy turned her hands to do the same to him, both now looking each other in the eyes while they hurried to get rid of the unnecessary clothes. To get this done, and get it done yesterday.
His jeans dropped to his knees and he felt Buffy tug his boxers over his erection carefully. She freed him before yanking her own panties down the way her jeans had gone, kicking them both free of her legs before Xander was on her again.
His hands her on her ass and suddenly she was in the air, pushed back against the wall again and held firm by his body. Xander fastened his mouth to the side of her neck to the spot just below and behind her right ear, tonguing and lapping at it before scrapping it with his teeth while Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and reached between them. She bit her lip and eased the head of his cock through her folds once to coat him with her own juices before slipping him back up to her opening.
Her arm locked around his neck and tugged at his hair, forcing his mouth from her neck and without hesitation tilting her head to the side and fighting her tongue wetly with his, both moaning into each others mouths, as she let her self slide down on his.
He slid in completely. Gravity brought Buffy down enough to ensure that he was locked into her, but his bruising grip on her ass brought him that much closer to that spot. That one where they were one being and the melding caused her to whine out loud. Whimper is name and bite against his lips. He could feel her vaginal walls stretching to fit him and he started thrusting, bringing her down hard to meet his every movement while the ding of the passing floors sounded distantly from above. It didn’t matter. They didn’t have a lot of time. They didn’t need a lot of time. Xander reveled in the silky, hot, wet feel of her clenching him inside her, preparing to catapult into orgasm around him and oh God did he want to feel that. Lived for that.
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Wrong or right, Willow’s fingers stopped their insistent circling of her clit and pushed down. She slipped the tips of two insher her body and was instantly able to feel the heated pulsing of her muscles. Her body needed this, she settled and gathered two fingers and thrust them in.
Her body jerked and she swallowed her vocal response while she pumped them in and out of her as quickly as she could, trying to match the rhythm that she felt Xander setting in her mind. Felt both Buffy hand Xander slamming into each other to create, hard and fast.
Leaning towards right more and more with each pass.
Her fingers slid easily against the liquid surging and her muscles gripped them on every entry. Willow rotated her hand in a gentle roll each time she pressed into herself and smashed the heel of her hand into her clit. Her hips were moving in accordance to her hand, wanting to achieve that release and striving to force her body over the edge. “Yeessss. GodXander….Xan…feel you! Ohhhhdon’t…don’t stop….keep going!”
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((Feel you…want to...wantto feel you…)) Buffy moaned and tried to roll her hips back against his assault. ((Keep goingyesss…please, Xan…keepgoing)) Xander complied wordlessly. Xander could feel the sweat on his forehead and it just turned her on more, he was working her body so hard. Determined to pleasure her. Always…always wanted to make her happy. He held her up against the wall and she loved the feeling of him inside of her…the tight resistance of her own boundaries simply giving into Xander’s girth for the simple reason that this must be right…meant to be.
((Xa…Xan…Xan, ohohohohGaw…faster Xander…gofaster)) Her mind had trouble stringing together that sting of syllables, so all her mouth had been able to get out was a high pitched whine that matched Xander’oansoans perfectly. But all the blood pounding in her ears made those sounds seem distant. Xander managed to pick up his already frantic pace, as he filled her in every way possible, making her tremble in his arms and stroke into her into her with the ferocity that she needed to bring her off.
ow low long was this lasting? Hours…must be. Buffy’s eyes clenched shut and opened turned to the bright lights fastened to the ceiling, Xander’s mouth back at her neck leaving half formed kisses intermingled with restrained bites. He lived on the Seventh floor. They were at five…so close and they were only at the fifth floor…could be make her come that fast. Buffy so desperately wanted that. More than anything…
((Bet your ass)) Xander’s hands gripped her flesh tighter and he slammed her down hard once. A pay back of sorts for letting her thoughts wander and Buffy was snapped back to the present with a scream.
He felt her building up, tittering at the edge and breathing hard to keep form falling over just yet. ((I wanna feel you)) he turned back her earlier statement and the slippery vice that was sucking on his hard flesh clenched and released him on a hard inward thrust. “GOD!!” his voice was choked and gravely “Buffff…” ((Please…pleaseBuffy…let me…letmeplease…need you…)) He felt the hard tip of her nipples against his chest while they scrapped him through his shirt and his groin tightened and tingled, eliciting a sharp thrust that Buffy slammed her hips back to match.
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Willow could come right now if she let herself. But she willed it way.
She kept moving her hand hard, not bothering to stave off the moans while tossing her head to the side. She kept her eyes open and focused on the wall opposite the bed and counted her breath while her body grew taut under her menstruations.
But they weren’t done yet. They were fighting her orgasm as well as their own and the shared amazement at that fact. Willow swallowed and bit her lower lip while her walls continued to flutter over her sticky, coated digits.
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Buffy’s inner muscles fluttered lightly around his invading hardness. So full from the intensity of his throbbing penetration and pinned back to the burber carpet covered walls if the too bright elevator. Xander tilted his head up and barked out her name, a rough exhalation of breath reverberating throughout the small confines.
He fought for controlling breath while his hands gri her her ass in a firm hold. He flexed his fingers against her skin in time with his thrusts and he slammed into her. His pace was quick and hard, relentless in his pounding. He thought it funny that Buffy would sometimes start out the horny one, but a good thirty seconds into the act she had him hammering into her with ruthless aggression…Buffy just, from the start had been able to bring that much out of him.
Xander’s strokes were short and fast, hardly inside of her before pivoting back out…hardly out before he was back, forcing her body to squeeze him in. He loved that each and every time it was a struggle to enter his paradise – it made it that much more worth it when she throbbed around him when he succeeded. Of all the things Buffy had hated about the Slayer, the benefit of always sharing the reveling wonder at her tightness and the pleasure it was able to bring both of them with her boyfriend was not one of them.
And it just felt so good. She was losing consciousness…the room darkening and spinning and it wasn’t a throb…shattering. That’s was her body was doing. Just like the night at the drive in, Buffy recognized. Her body was shattering apart while Xander’s was posted helpless as he crumpled. She couldn’t think, hear; she just shut off in his arms with the far off hope that Xander would be able to keep them locked together. All she was able to comprehend was that she needed him to feel this…what she was feeling and she wanted the same from him. Buffy was barely coherent enough to respond while he licked at her mouth, dry from the panting breaths, and slammed back into her rolling hips.
((Ugghhbuff…Buufff…))
His body was still moving hard but unevenly within her, and an unbridled scream echoed through both their minds. She felt him, heard him…
The voice. Buffy recognized it from before, but her body continued to climb in anticipation for release. Needing it now, and she couldn’t stop it. But the voice sounded like…
The ding of the sixth floor sounded but his hummed groan drowned it out. It was too much and he couldn’t hold it back. He didn’t want to and when his cock erupted in that first full hard pulse Buffy’s body jerked against him hard and sent them both tumbling back again. ((Willow?)) Xander hit the metal wall again with a grunt, wanting to question her but his mind wouldn’t let him. It was single minded and focused on finishing the task…not quiet done with her yet. He was still coming and now, Buffy’s scream and the slight contractions he felt against his dick inside her, told him that she was joining him welcomingly. He turned their positions around again and pinned her back into the wall, holding them both steady while their bodies pulsed and buzzed in the secondary feelings of the moment.
“You heard that too?”
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Three minutes…was it even that long…
That’s all it had taken them.
Willow had been ready at around three, but had reduced herself to tears tying to wait for them. She wanted to draw every sensation that she could from the two of them, and it had been worth it.
She had screamed for them…with them as the feelings tore through her. But it was different than before. It was complete and she finally felt…satisfied.
Her clit was still throbbing while she continued a much more relaxed png ong of her sex. She could feel her face still burning and her fingers were sticky and… ((Willow?)) The redhead snapped up in the bed and looked around the room. She was alone and she knew it, but that most definitely Buffy’s voice. She thought she had heard it ier,ier, but couldn’t focus on any actual sounds at that point. Now it was confirmed.
“Willow?” a real voice sounded in the room and the door knob turned before she could react. “Dawn said you were…naked in bed…” Tara eyed her flushed girlfriend staring at he wide eyed from the center of the room.
She jolted up flushed and still panting while Tara continued her examination of her from the doorway. Te blonde witch seemed to jerk out of her surprised stupor and stepped quickly into the room and shut the door behind her, even though Willow still seemed to be too out of it to care.
“I…I…”
“I can see,” Tara smiled a little and watched as her girlfriend slid off the bed, oddly unable to meet her eyes directly, and headed to the closet. Willow pulled out a robe and tied it around herself.
The redheaded Wicca took a deep breath with her back still towards Tara and tried to think of what she could say. She knew for a fact that Tara wouldn’t be upset that she was masturbating…she might be upset if she knew what she was touching herself to. She just needed a reason for why she now seemed to be ashamed about it. If she could pull off acting normal – which was proving to be a stretch – she would be in the free and clear. “I thought you were going to be on campus longer,” she managed finally and then turned with, what she hoped, was a warm smile. She needed it to mask the nervous flutters that were still deviating in the pit of her stomach. “I…I missed you…” That bit she had learned from Xander over the past couple weeks. Whenever he got in trouble with Buffy he would make the puppy eyes, that Willow was now wearing, and tell his girlfriend that he missed her or he loved her; and Buffy’s insides would get all warm and quivery and she would forgive him before she even realized it. Willow pouted down at the floor for effect and looked up at Tara through her eyelashes. It always worked like a charm.
Tara’s mouth quirked into a half smile while she eyed pensive Willow, who was still standing across the room, and she strode slowly towards her. “I finished early,” she explained on the way. “When I got here and Dawnie said that you weren’t feeling well…”
“Well you’re here now,” Willow smiled genuinely and slipped her arms low around Tara’s waist and pulled her closer. She left the blonde no choice but to give into the gentle tug and soon found herself wrapped in a pair of arms, herself. “…all better…” Willow leant forward and brushed a half formed kiss past her girlfriend’s lips and Tara tightened her hold.
“So you took care of everything yourself?” Tara purred with a hint of disappointment in her voice when while Willow continued to trail her lips over the side of her cheek and down the side of her neck.
“There might still be a few…things,” the redhead lapped against her pulse point and bit down sharply. “Always better when you’re here anyway.” She let Tara’s hands tug at the knot of the belt rope and pull it free, leaving the terrycloth open down the middle, and she reached with her hand to guide the blonde into a deep kiss.
“Well,” Tara mumbled and slipped her hand up Willow’s stomach and cupped her breast in a warm palm, unknowingly tweaking and massaging her girlfriend’s guilt away. “We’ll just have to take care of that…”
~*~
Xander’s Apartment
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Buffy was glaring at Xander from his recliner while he sat on the couch watching TV. That elevator debacle might be the *last* time she consented to sex in public with him, the big prick. Xander smiled at her name calling but never turned to face her and Buffy worked on glaring harder.
The smug fucker had, as usual when there was something important to be discussed, distracted her with details that he thought were funny, but were most decidedly not. Details like how elevators have cameras in them, which she hadn’t even considered when he was fucking her in one, but had been so astutely pointed out once he had pulled out…and then waved into the corner with a bright smile. Pig.
Then, when the doors were sliding open and she had been working furiously to replace her rapidly discarded clothes, succeeding with everything but her pants, Xander had scooped up the last remaining article and sprinted from the elevator, laughing and smiling the whole way and forcing her to have no other choice but to follow him down the hall bottomless. So fucking inconsiderate of the opposite sex, who couldn’t just unzip and have the job be halfway done.
((Somebody could have seen me)) she pouted, not for the first time.
((Nobody saw you)) Xander refuted with a hint of humor in his voice and he finally clicked off the TV after picking up a stray hint that Buffy was still thinking about and wanted to talk about the end of the ‘experience’ they had just had...the familiar voice… ((Except maybe Paul and Randy in the security center))
Buffy frowned harder and folded her arms over her chest while she pretended to not watch Xander stand from the couch and approach her. He briefly gave her puppy dog eyes, to which she huffed at, before turning with a renewed smile and flopping down in the chair on top of her. The Slayer couldn’t help but laugh while her boyfriend made a show of settling in and being comfortable with her whole body smooshed beneath his.
Xander grabbed the arm rests to brace himself against Buffy’s struggle for freedom and he laughed with her. ((Plus, everybody in this building has seen a naked girl before…no kids remember.”
She finally managed to duck her head under his arm, and she looked at him with disheveled hair and through the half head lock her new position put her in. “Not everybody has seen me naked,” she was breathing a little harder and still working to shift higher against the back rest. “You want everybody in your building to know what your girlfriend looks like naked…while you laugh…”
“Can I charge?”
Buffy growled at him and before Xander could react he was tossed over the arm rest and he landed on the floor with a loud thud. “Now I can laugh,” she added proudly while trying to smooth out her hair. “…Stupid head.”
“Stupid head?” Xander asked as he pushed himself up using the armrest that he had just been forced over. “You’d think that for an abusive spouse you’d have more insulting names to call me.”
“I do,” her voice was a higher pitch that she used when she was trying to convince somebody of something, and, as an added bonus, Xander thought it was cute when she got all full of conviction and pouty. “I just don’t want to hurt your ego.” ((And I’m not abusive))
((Sometimes it’s hard to leave the Slayer in the cemetery)) “Oh, thank you for sparing me that Hell,” Xander replied sarcastically without missing a beat. He slid back into the chair, this time at her side and shifted, with only minimal obligatory protest, so that he was lying in Buffy’s previous position and she was lying on top of him. He settled her between his slightly spread legs and wrapped his arms across her stomach and Buffy immediately began playing with the hairs on them. “Maybe you don’t call me worse names because Willow would kick your ass if she heard you do it.”
Buffy was silent and he felt the previous humor all melt away from her body. “You think she would hear me if I did?”
“She is very perceptive…”
((That’s not what I mean Xander)) her reprimand was sharp but her facial expression didn’t belay it.
((I know))
“Do you think…”
“That you heard her?”
“Didn’t you? Didn’t you feel *that*.”
Xander held Buffy tighter and shut his eyes. He didn’t want to go accusing anybody, especially his best friend e wee weren’t a hundred percent sure. With the link, in the beginning then they began to be able to feel each other, it took him and Buffy so much concentration to be able to tune it in. Over time it got easier…became second nature, but in the beginning he had to seek her out and want to feel everything with her. Now he was looking for proof and he was searching himself to find any hint of Willow…
“I mean,” Buffy continued distractedly while still twisting his arm hair between her fingers. “I’ve come before, but these last few times…and that was definitely not your voice, that was…”
((Do you feel that?)) Xander cut her off suddenly.
“What?”
((Shhh…)) he beckoned and squeezed his eyes shut further. There was something in the back of his mind…something…a light tingle shot down his body and he squeezed Buffy back at the sensation. It wasn’t either of theirs even though, at his prompting Buffy’s eyes slipped shut and she rocked back against his lap. ((Concentrate on that, Buffy. Do you feel that?))
The blonde bit her lip and worked on doing what she was told. It seemed fruitless, but Xander seemed to be so content on something besides her own growing arousal surging through his body. A tiny tingle flashed between her legs and Buffy made a quiet gasp…that was…she…it felt…
And then a moan.
A moan that was the exact same as the one that they had heard earlier in the night…and the night before…and then ((…Taaarraaa…..))
Xander sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. He surprised even himself when he regained his bearings that his right hand had slipped down from Buffy’s stomach and was now palming the hot space between her legs, his fingers flexing slightly, and she was letting him. That in itself didn’t surprise him…the fact that it had been initiated without conscious thought, did…conscious thought on his part, at least.
Buffy’s eyes opened too and she was transfixed by the sight of Xander cupping her on top of her jeans. Her voce was barely a whisper, “She can hear us.”
“And feel us,” Xander added. He stoppedfy’sfy’s subtle rocking motion against his pelvis with one hand. He thought abstractly that they should go over to Buffy’s house and confront Willow right then since what they had been picking up from her was anything but new now, but he gasped in surprise when Buffy broke his resistance with a particularly hard grind against the erection that was beginning to pulse.
((We can feel her)) her hips were rolling forward and back again in a fluid movement – the hardness beneath her resting tightly against the space at the bottom curve of her ass and between her legs. She could feel the passion, the faint tracings of erotic longing coupled with the feelings…the pulsing, hammering, throbbing; the ghost touches of another who wasn’t there. Knowing what was being done without being fully aware…only being able to imagine that you could see where you felt the pressure of fingers and the moist suction of lips. Buffy was grinding back hard against the invasion of Xander’s cock behind her and she bit her lip to compliment her moan. ((Doesn’t it feel good…))
Xander was huffing breath into the back of her neck and Buffy’s eyes rolled shut, her head falling back and to the side, giving him an invitation that he would never turn down and he closed his lips around the side of her throat. He scrapped his teeth over the blushing skin and groaned, his hands holding her hips firmly in place while he arched off the seat and pulled her down. His mouth slid all over and around the spot on Buffy neck that made her whimpnd mnd make this purring sound that never failed to make him, all the more hard, be it inside her or against her…just as long as he was touching her… ((Doessss…you feel so gooooddd…))
“…yeahh…” Buffy seemed to be fighting for breath and working to gyrate her hips against his thrusts. The movement…Xander pushing hard against her through layers of clothes, while it always aroused her, wasn’t nearly as useful when she was experiencing it from behind…but this time, her clit was pulsing and throbbing and she could feel the space between her legs saturated with her liquid heat. It already felt like it was being manipulated so expertly that she dropped her hand between her legs she yelped at the sharp relieving pain that her own pressure caused.
((YESSSS…OhgodGOD!! YEaaa…))
Xander bit down into the side of Buffy’s neck and the pressure in his dick increased ten fold. He could hear the chanting in his mind…not in Buffy’s voice, overtly. He could hear Buffy, but that’s not who he was focused on. He was listening to Willow. Willow’s pants and moans and exonerations, and his best friend was so fucking horny…she was…she wassss…
((Like that, baby…keep….keeeeppgoinggg…))
It was something in them that they could both feel but neither could pinpoint. A pressure that made Buffy’s femininity feel full even thought the pressure was on it and not inside…a clench in his abdomen and groin that tightened his balls and made his cock throb with a yearning to end this…to come. He was forced to stop yanking her down and simply rub her willing body hard against his own. He was grunting and shuddering and just barley over her shoulder he could see Buffy’s hand pressing against her clit through her jeans.
((Feel you…I…I can…))
((Buuffffyyyy…ohGODD…I…))
((Wills…I can…we can…))
She was talking to her…there best friend. She was talking to her right now in the middle of…
Xander’s eyes clenched shut and he was set off like a thousand falling dominoes. It started with Buffy, who arched and ground down on him one final time, giving herself over to him to finish with her as he pleased while she groaned at the release of pressure. Then Willow, and Buffy moaned again. The second orgasm, no matter how vicarious, making her already tender pussy throb harder on nothing. He heard Willow’s screams of pleasure as loudly as if she were sitting on the couch across from them. He was rubbing his aching length against Buffy’s ass and focusing of Willow still…feeling what she felt and living what Buffy did…then he fell. It was a relief that would be an annoyance once he got blood back to his brain, and he would have to get out of the uncomfortably wet and sticky jeans in a hurry, but just as his world erupted against Buffy’s still writhing and panting form he didn’t care.
He felt his cum spreading down the inside of his thighs once the moment had passed and he relaxed back against the chair with a heavy sigh. Buffy moved with him incoherently and bonelessly as she relaxed against his body. ((Made a mess, here)) he chuckled, but it sounded a little forced…not underappreciated, but revealing his continued lack of lucidity. He laughed again against he side of Buffy’s neck ((You too))
She smiled loosely and sighed out her agreement. “That was…”
“I felt her that time…definitely felt…”
“We were talking,” Buffy was speaking quietly and without revealing any positive of negative emotion. “She knew what we were doing…that we knew, and we…”
“I h“I heard,” Xander kissed against her neck, both coming down off the endorphin cloud…he though. A thought linng ing in the back of Buffy’s mind made him pause. “You, uh…you…”
“It was good,” Buffy cut him off and turned slightly so that she was looking at him from an odd angle. She reached across her body and cupped Xander’s chin, pulling him into a light kiss. “I could feel her and…”
“You like that?” Buffy nodded at him and Xander gulped. Nervousness about what that might mean shot through him because he could feel the same pass through Buffy. All of the sudden he wanted nothing more than to be out of that chair. He wanted to take a shower and get out of those pants…but Buffy wasn’t moving. She was looking through his mind just as clearly and meticulously as she was searching his eyes. She was reading him and seeing things that, now, were so close to the surface. Things that Xander was fighting tooth and nail to suppress because of what they would mean, but then, she stopped.
Buffy smiled at him nervously and caught his r lir lips between both of hers. She moaned into his mouth as she flicked her tongue against it before opening her lips to take his whole mouth. Tongues probing immediately and insistently, sucking and nipping, and Xander pulled back quickly when he felt Buffy’s thought…the one he didn’t want her to pick up in his own mind, and he looked directly into her eyes.
“You want to try it too.”
~*~
Summers’ House
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Tara was smiling at her, brushing her hair back from her face. Laying side by side the blond witch held her lover, who just moments before was screaming from a pleasure that she had caused, leant forward and pressed a contrastingly chaste kiss to her lips.
“Think Dawnie heard that?” she asked with an impish grin and matching breathy giggle.
Willow’s eyes were unfocused still…in the after glow…in shock…Buffy had, no. Both Buffy and Xander had picked up on her. They knew. They knew that she could be one with them and they had gotten off with her on that fact. They had taken her pleasure and made it their own and…
Willow didn’t much mind that fact. Oh God, did she want to mind, but she had been doing the same thing to them. Taking from them as often as she pleased.
“Hope not,” she answered distractedly.
“Yeah,” Tara laughed and continued to trace her fingers over the skin of Willow’s exposed shoulder. “We should leave the birds and the bees talk to Buffy.” She received a nod, but could tell that her girlfriend was just barely in the room with her.
Willow could sense Tara staring at her and she plastered a smile on her face. She pushed forward the short distance and took her lips between her own, pressing their nude bodies closer together under the disheveled covers. They may be kissing slowly, languidly, but Willow’s mind was moving at a rate that was the polar opposite of her lips and tongue.
Buffy and Xander had joined her. Had wanted to. Had done what they were doing with the solely because she was…Buffy had talked to her, said she could feel her and Xander was there. Xander was so deep in her mind the whole time, feeling with her…with them…and now…
Willow’s brow furrowed into the kiss. Now they knew and…there wasn’t anger. She had felt a tingle of frustration earlier, but not anymore. Now they…
((Gonna thi this.))
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The End Part 2
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