Discovery

Written by Belle_Joy

Rating: M15+

Pairings: Buffy and Spike

Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing, especially the characters in this story. I'm merely borrowing them for the pure pleasure of messing with their lives. 

Willow’s head was a melting pot of ideas and confusion about what had transpired between her and Buffy the night before. Instead of going straight to the library, she had gone home to think things through. She sat in her lounge the entire night, getting little sleep but solving absolutely none of the problems. She tried to reason that she obviously had feelings for Buffy the she hadn’t realised. Although she was dating Oz, she didn’t know how that was possible, she knew that she had cheated on Oz with Xander, but she knew that she loved Oz. Didn’t she?  And Buffy had Angel, surely she loved him, she said she did. It was all terribly confusing. Maybe it had nothing to do with feelings, but then of course it would have to be a spell, that is all Willow could come back to, it had to be a spell. She headed to the library to find out.

Buffy too had spent the night thinking, but she wasn’t as confused as Willow. She knew that she had always harboured sexual feelings toward her best friend. Sure Willow was with Oz, but she had also been with Xander, and Buffy herself had Angel, but he was a vampire. Life on the hell-mouth certainly wasn’t easy. Thoughts of the evening at the Bronze kept floating through her mind, Willow in her beautiful clothes, her gorgeous hair, her smell, her taste. Buffy shook her head of the thoughts, now was not the time to think such things. She had to try and figure out why Willow had responded to her. She knew that she had left Willow probably confused and hurt, rushing out of the Bronze like she did. But she couldn’t face being told it was a trick, a joke, a hoax. She wasn’t sure, but something was going on. It had to be.

Buffy decided that she needed to take a walk to clear her head, see if she would be able to sort things out. She watched the people as the walked past her. They all looked so happy; it’s nice to be blissfully unaware of the terrible goings on in a town, especially one situated on a convergence of mystical energy. Buffy sighed to herself; how she wished that she could do just that. Be blissfully unaware. She hugged herself tight, that wasn’t the way, it could never be the way. She had a destiny, a role in the grand scheme of things; she only wished that every now and then it would leave her only so she could have 5 minutes to be a normal girl. The night before with Willow entered her mind. That event would have been nice if it had of been inspired by un-hell-mouthy things. Maybe it was. But no, it couldn’t have been. Things never worked that way for her. She thought about the night more in depth, focussing on events leading up to the goings on at the dance floor. She began to recall a mist, a yellow mist if she remembered correctly. Where had that come from again? She scanned her memory further, to before she noticed the mist. Then it hit her … a demon, there had been a demon, she remembers feeling it. Excited she rushed off to the library, to research her new discovery.

Willow was swamped beneath a pile of books, she sighed with exasperation at them lying open, looking up at her mocking her.

Willow: Damn you. Why won’t you give me any information??

She slammed her hands down on to the top book.

Hearing the noise Giles opened the door to his office and sent an enquiring look her way. Willow grinned at him sheepishly.

Giles: You think beating them will help?

Willow: Well, nothing else works.

Giles: What are you looking for? Perhaps I can help you.

Willow (quickly): NO! (more calm) I – It’s nothing, just some stuff that happened at the Bronze last night. I think that maybe someone put a spell … its ok; I can look into it myself.

Giles: Well, if people are in danger then I should help. Perhaps the rest of the gang is needed?

Willow (jumpy): No, no, no. I don’t think anyone else needs to know. We wouldn’t want to alarm people needlessly.

Giles: Fine. But -I- am going to help you. Now tell me what happened.

Willow began to shuffle her feet, she knew that Buffy wouldn’t like her Watcher to know what had gone on last night. But Giles was right, Willow needed help, she was getting nowhere on her own. She sighed softly. Trying to think of a good way to tell him the news. Then she remembered the other couples. She could use them. Well she could tell Giles about them. That would be a perfect way to describe it.

Willow (excited): Well last night at the Bronze some umm, some stuff happened.

Giles: Stuff?? Willow please don’t be cryptic, if this is important then we don’t have the time.

Willow (serious): Right, well sex Giles, sex happened.

Giles: Oh dear. What -exactly- do you mean by that?

Willow: Ok well people were all dancing, having a great time, when all of a sudden this mist entered the room, I am not sure I think maybe it was a spell. But this mist, it made people do wacky things.

Giles: Sex?

Willow (nodding): Sex.

Giles: And this doesn’t normally happen at the Bronze?

Willow thought back to the events that she and Buffy participated in. She began to blush.

Willow: Not like last night. No.

Giles: So then tell me about this mist. What was it like? Did it have a smell? A colour? Did it make people itch?

Willow: Colour. It had colour. It was yellow.

Giles (squinting): And you say you think it might have been a spell? (Willow nods) Right then. Let’s look in these books.

The pair sat down at the table and began to re-look through the books that Willow had been studying for the last 2 hours.

Twenty minutes later they were startled by a bound Buffy bursting through the door and falling flat on her face. Giles rushed to help her up. Buffy giggled sheepishly. She hadn’t expected anyone here. Well, she had known Giles would be, but not Willow. She gulped. Willow. She really didn’t want to see her today, at least not until she had sorted out what was going on. Looks like that plan was out of the window.

Giles: Gosh, Buffy are you alright? You were running like a mad woman, is someone chasing you?

Buffy: No no. I’m sorry; I was just in a real hurry to get here. I need you to look into a thing for me.

Giles: A thing? Is this the same as Willow’s thing?

Buffy eyed Willow in a panic. What had she told him? She asked Willow that question with her eyes. Willow seemed to shake her head slightly, and then she stood up and spoke.

Willow: You know Buffy, about the Bronze last night?

Buffy: Yeah well, -I- know about it. But how does Giles know about it?

Willow (calmly): I told him. You remember, about all the couples on the dance floor. The people we didn’t know. Doing all those sex things. While we sat and looked on confused?

Buffy: Yes yes! (relieved) Right, the couples… while we watched… right.

Giles: Yes, Willow seems to think that there was a spell. We are checking it out.

Buffy: NO!

Giles: Pardon? Willow said there was a mist, a yellow mist.

Buffy: Yeah there was. But it was from a demon. Not a spell. At least not a spell on its own. (mumbling) Something like that.

Willow: Right, I remember that now. I remember thinking that I saw a demon. But I was too preoccupied to really notice.

Giles: Preoccupied?

Willow (quickly): With all the strange things on the dance floor, and of course the mist.

Buffy (eyeing Willow): Yeah so was I. It really was kinda freaky.

Willow: Yes, Yes! Freaky, it was certainly freaky.

Giles looked at the two of them curiously. They were hiding something. He was sure of it. But he didn’t have time for that. He needed to find out what was going on, so they could stop it. The last thing they needed was a demon that induced sexual activity roaming the streets of Sunnydale. Suddenly a thought struck him.

Giles: If both of you were there, how come the Demon’s mist didn’t affect you?

Buffy and Willow glanced at each other quickly and replied in unison.

Buffy: Something to do with being a Slayer I suppose.

Willow: Well, I have this stuffy nose; I can’t breathe all that well.

Giles eyed them both, but decided to accept their answer. For now.

Giles: Right then. Can you describe this demon for me Buffy?

Buffy: All I know is it wore a robe, and has a mist. Should we look for that?

Giles: Yes. Lets.

The trio sat down and each took a book. Over the top of hers Buffy caught Willow’s eye. She sent her a silent thankyou, for not putting them in the fray. She was glad that was one less thing she had to deal with today. But Buffy was still confused with something that Willow had said. She was very quick to agree with her on the freaky aspect of night. She seemed extremely glad that Buffy had used that word to describe it. This reached to Buffy’s heart. She had wanted a fairytale. She wanted to discover that what happened the other night was because Willow liked her, as more than a friend, sexually, as a woman. Sadly she figured that this wasn’t the case. She sighed quietly and got back to her research.

Outside the sun was shining fiercely and the birds were chirping. It was a wonderfully beautiful summer day. People were walking their dogs, children were playing at the park and couples were having picnics. Then from around the corner of the library came the demon from the other night. The same trail of yellow smoke followed him, misting up the sky, floating into the ducts on walls of houses, and slowly creeping to the open window of the Library.

The girls were quietly working away at their research, trying not to look at each other or speak. Normally when research was happening the girls chattered endlessly, talking more about their social lives than demon’s and such. Giles was worried. He decided to get up and look at some books that he had in his office.

Buffy looked up when Giles left the table. She caught Willow’s gaze and gave her a meek smile. Then her eyes focused on something over Willow’s shoulder. The mist. It was here. How was it here? They needed to get out before it took control of them again. Buffy tried to get Willow’s attention again without alerting Giles that something was wrong. She made some little head movements; a serious of grunts, nothing she did could get Willow’s attention. Finally she gave up and walked across the room to the other end of the table. She placed her hand on Willow’s shoulder trying to rouse her to turn around.

When she did, Buffy was shocked to see the look of pure lust in Willow’s eyes. Oh no! The mist had already reached her. It had already gotten into her lungs, her system. Buffy needed to get Willow out desperately. She needed to clear her head. Make sure what happened at the Bronze wasn’t going to happen again. She grabbed Willow under her arms and tried to lift her. She managed to do it easily. She flung Willow over her shoulder to small protests from the girl. She started to walk towards the door, but suddenly she stopped. She could hardly see through the mist. It was engulfing her, making it hard to breathe. She tried to hold her breath, but then Willow pinched her on the butt, making Buffy gasp and in turn take in a large lungful of air, and in turn mist.

Buffy’s eyes widened with panic. She could feel the mist invading her body, taking over her senses. She hoped that she would remember this to tell Giles. Giles! They were still in the library, they had to get out. But her knees were buckling; she slowly placed Willow on the floor, and then sank down beside her. Her eyes widened as she looked at Willow. God she was hot.

Willow looked so beautiful lying on the floor; her auburn hair was splayed over the carpet like a shining red rainbow. She looked lazily at Buffy and softly patted her hand on the carpet next to her. Buffy obediently sat down next to her friend. She placed one hand on Willow’s leg and looked at it. She really was a beautiful woman, thin but not entirely bony and that creamy white skin, flawless. Buffy drew a deep breath, she was extremely turned on right now, she needed Willow badly and she could tell from her friend’s lusty stare that she felt the same way.

Willow placed her hand on Buffy’s arm and slowly traced circles over it. She reached her other hand up and cupped it under Buffy’s chin, tilting her head downwards to look at her. She smiled lazily at her and gently ran her thumb over Buffy’s cheek. Buffy looked deep into Willow’s eyes then began to descend downwards, wanting to taste her best friend’s lips on hers. Their lips touched and they kissed each other hungrily, licking and nipping. Tongues entwined in a loving battle, each trying it’s hardest to taste the other. Willow moved her hand under Buffy’s sleeve and rubbed it gently along her bare skin, she felt goose bumps as the cool skin warmed to her touch.

Buffy broke the kiss and moved so that she was straddling Willow, their hips gently touching. She bent forward and slowly lifted the hem of Willow’s shirt, tugging it gently, indicating that she wanted Willow to lift slightly so she could remove it. Willow grinned at her friend and did as she was asked. Tossing the shirt aside, Buffy leant forward and trailed a slow line of kisses down her lover’s breastbone while slowly moving her hands along her sides, gently caressing with her fingers as she travelled. When she reached Willow’s navel she stopped and encircled it with her tongue, feeling her friend’s stomach muscles tremble under her touch. Her hands were now roaming over the lines of Willow’s beautiful lacy bra, tracing over the elastic and to the under wire, following the seam up the front until she found one hard, pert nipple. Softly she rubbed her fingers over it through the fabric, encouraging it to grow further. Her fingers kept moving upward and until they reached the end of the bra, where they moved in a smooth line over a mixture of lace and skin. Buffy dipped one finger into bra and traced it along the outside of Willow’s areola making Willow gasp with pleasure, she then carefully pushed the material out of the way to reveal to her the full sight of her best friend’s breast. With a sly smile, Buffy moved up and covered the white mound of flesh with kisses then moved to the nipple and drew it into her mouth sucking gently.

Willow was moaning softly and bucking her hips up to Buffy due to the pleasure that her best friend was making her feel. In response she ran her hands up Buffy’s back and under her shirt, quickly unhooking her bra and bringing her hands around the front to fondle the breasts that were dangling above her stomach. The more pleasure Buffy made her feel the more she massaged and moulded Buffy’s breasts, desperately wanting more. Buffy removed her mouth from her friend’s chest and sat up. She looked Willow in the eye as she removed her shirt. Buffy gasped, no sooner had she flung the shirt over her shoulder than Willow was also sitting upright, one arm wrapped around the Slayers back, kissing, licking and sucking on Buffy’s breasts and nipples, rotating between using her hand or her mouth. Buffy leaned back ever further with pleasure, sighing out loud at the unexpected attention. Slowly she felt Willow’s hand move down to unbutton her jeans. Buffy thrust her hips forward, indicating to Willow that yes, she did want her to do that.

Willow expertly unbuttoned Buffy’s fly and moved her hand down in between the material of the jeans and Buffy’s soft skin. She felt Buffy moan against her. She moved her hand backwards and cupped Buffy’s arse cheek in her hand, squeezing it gently. Buffy quickly moved her hands down and untied her shoes, kicking them off. She then stood up, surprising Willow. She quickly and with purpose removed her pants so that she was standing there completely naked. Willow’s eyes widened with longing and she smiled sexily up at her lover. She moved forward, one hand planted firmly on Buffy’s butt, the other moving in circles along her stomach, she kissed up the inside of Buffy’s thigh, smiling when she heard her moan in lust. She continued her trail, switching from one leg to another, conveniently bypassing Buffy's hot, wet pussy. Willow moved her hand forward from her friends butt and moved one finger along the outside of her dripping core. She felt Buffy shiver under her touch and again smiled to herself. She dipped a finger halfway into her friend’s pussy, soaking it with her juices. She then brought that finger up and ran it along the outside of her breast, then using the hand from around Buffy’s waist, brought her mouth down and encouraged Buffy to lick it off. Buffy obliged intoxicated from the pulsing in her crotch, wanting so much more, waiting to get that sweet release.

Now it was Willow’s turn to take the remaining of her clothes off. She too stood up in front of Buffy and stripped. Buffy sighed in appreciation. Willow pushed her friend backwards when she sat up, making her lie on the floor. She then took one of her own fingers and ran it around the outside edge of her dripping cunt. She once again slowly inserted a finger inside, but this time she brought the finger to her own mouth, hungrily licking the juices away. Buffy’s hands began to move down her own body to her own waiting pussy. She tried to touch her clit, but Willow’s hand came down and slapped at the offending hand. She shook her head no, and then turned so that her back was facing Buffy’s face.  She then moved downwards so that her mouth was in line with Buffy’s throbbing clit, in turn placing Buffy’s face in the same position under hers.

Buffy slowly outstretched her tongue and flicked it across Willow’s clit softly. This caused Willow to push her hips down closer to Buffy’s face. In response Buffy placed her mouth hungrily on Willow’s pussy, letting her juices flow into her mouth, swallowing constantly as they dripped down the back of her throat and filled her senses. Willow moaned and bucked against Buffy, arching her back in desire. She made her body bend back down towards Buffy’s aching clit, and she too flicked her tongue across it. Now it was Buffy’s turn to moan, she did so against Willow’s pussy, sending shock waves of vibrations through it at the same time. Willow spoke with her mouth around Buffy’s clit, announcing that she was very close to coming.

Buffy could also feel herself on the edge of her orgasm, so she moved her mouth from Willow’s pussy and concentrated her tongue and lips to her clit instead. She licked and sucked it softly, feeling it get slightly harder in her mouth. She groaned into it as she felt her own clit being sucked and licked in unison. She felt the waves of muscles contracting through her body as her orgasm coursed through her. She gently cried out in pleasure against Willow’s wetness as she came. At Buffy’s orgasm and subsequent moaning into her clit, Willow let her own orgasm crash through her, breaking down all barriers as she called out Buffy’s name with delight.

The friends rolled off each other and lay panting at the ceiling. Slowly Buffy rolled over to face Willow. She saw that her friend lay there with her eyes shut. Once again Buffy took this as a bad response and rose, beginning to put her clothing back on sadly. Willow turned suddenly and watched as Buffy redressed. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Giles entering the room.

Giles: Girls? Girls? Blast where are they?

Giles couldn’t see the pair as they ducked down and watched him carefully as they redressed. He kept sweeping his hand in front of his face, trying to clear a path for vision through the now fading mist. Suddenly he realised what he was doing and began calling more frantically for the woman that he knew were in this library somewhere.

Giles: Buffy? Willow? Where are you? Please come out. Girls?

Buffy (flushed): Giles, Giles. I’m here Giles. I’ll meet you at the middle table.

Giles: And Willow?

Buffy (taking a deep breath): She’s here too. She’s coming with me.

Giles: Right then.

The girls looked at each other’s appearance; they knew that the minute Giles saw them he would know exactly what had happened. Sadly there was nothing that they could do. Slowly they made their way to the desk.

When they reached the desk Giles looked over them carefully. There was a distinct smell in the air, he couldn’t place his finger on it exactly, but something was different.

Giles: Well girls, I think I have solved the mystery of our Demon.

Buffy: Ok, so how do I kill it?

Giles: Well it’s interesting really it’s called the…

Buffy (interrupting): No. How do I kill it?

Giles (confused): But don’t you want to know what I discovered? I spent all that time in there researching and all you want to know is how to kill it. Bloody typical.

Buffy: I’m sorry Giles, I do care and I am grateful that you researched it for me. But you see it’s really important that I kill it as soon as possible. I mean it could be out there creating havoc as we speak.

Giles: Yes well…

Willow: No Giles. She’s right. It needs to be destroyed.

Buffy looked at Willow slightly embarrassed, but also disappointed. Giles caught the looked and suddenly realised what it was he smelled. He removed his glasses and began cleaning them furiously.

Giles: Oh. OH. Right then. Simple really Buffy, you kill it by penetrating the heart, not unlike a vampire really. Although when that’s done I really would like to tell you about the research I discovered.

Buffy: Sure Giles whatever. I’m leaving now.

Buffy began to leave the room but Willow reached out and put her hand on her shoulder. Halting Buffy in her tracks. She quietly spoke.

Willow: Buffy, I’ll help you.

Buffy (harshly): No! I don’t want to get hurt… I mean I don’t want you to get hurt. Stay here with Giles. He can tell you about his research.

Willow: Buff...

Buffy: No.

With that Buffy turned and moved toward the door. She stopped at the door way and took one last look at Willow. All she could see was confusion in her friend’s eyes. Sighing she turned and left. Leaving behind her a confused Watcher and an even more confused Willow.

End Part 2. 

To be continued...