The Bronze

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. 

Buffy danced wildly around the floor of The Bronze. It had been weeks, no months since she had been able to let loose. Not worry about demons, monsters and vampires. She didn’t have to worry about Dawn. She didn’t have to worry about her Scooby friends. All she had to worry about was her, and she loved every minute of it. She twirled around, not minding if she bumped into the people surrounding her. She grooved and jigged tried her best to keep in time with the rhythm of the band. It was a great night, Buffy felt so alive.

The song ended and the band decided to take a break before starting the second half of the evening. Buffy also decided to take a short break. She slowly made her way over to the bar, this time being extra careful not to bump into people. That was alright on the dance floor, but not at the bar. Buffy giggled to herself at the “rules” of behaviour at The Bronze. When she finally reached the bar, Buffy ordered a tall glass of water, she wanted to have all her faculties about her so she could enjoy tonight as much as possible. She sat at the nearest table and scanned the crowd while she slowly drank her water.

It was good seeing Buffy enjoying herself; it had been a long time since that had been the case. She watched Buffy crash into people as she danced, she watched Buffy try not to crash into people as she walked. It was a very humorous change. Finally Buffy had settled with a glass of water and watched the crowd. Slowly she made her way to Buffy’s table. She sat down without alerting the Slayer. Then she spoke.

Willow: Hey Buff, how’s things?

Buffy looked up in surprise. She hadn’t even heard Willow sit down. She silently chastised herself that was no way for a slayer to behave.

Buffy: Hey Will! I’m fine, just here doing some dancing, nothing to kill you see… not even Dawn.

Willow eyed her curiously.

Buffy: She’s at a friends place. Buffy’s big night off.

Willow: Oh! Well that makes a lot more sense. Enjoying yourself then?

Buffy: I am on one level yeah. It’s nice not to have to always be watching your back. But then of course, people sneak up on you.

Buffy nods her head in Willow’s direction indicating that it was her that she was inferring.

Willow (Giggling nervously): Yeah, sorry about that. I kinda did expect you to notice me. So other then dancing what else have you been up to?

Buffy: Honestly, nothing. I slay, I watch, I work. But I’m not complaining. This is Buffy’s big night off remember? Why don’t you come and dance with me?

Buffy held out her hand for Willow to take hold of. Then led her to the dance floor. The two of them began the ritual bumping and grinding. Knocking into people, knocking into each other. It was all extremely high energy. They were so engrossed in the dancing that they didn’t see the large cloak covered demon walk into The Bronze. He slowly walked his way around the dance floor, a yellow mist of smoke following behind him. He didn’t touch anyone. Didn’t disturb anyone. He just slowly walked through the dance floor and then exited out a side door.

Willow looked around, trying to peer through her misty surroundings. She thought she had seen a demon, or felt a demon, something to do with a demon. But she couldn’t see one anywhere. This mist was beginning to annoy her though. She knew that bars were often smoky, from well, cigarettes and such. But this mist was different; it was yellow in colour for a start. She decided to ask Buffy if she noticed anything strange.

Buffy was twirling around endlessly when she felt Willow’s hand on her shoulder. She lifted her own up to place it on top. She turned around to face Willow. She stood back and peered through the haze at her. Willow seemed to be extremely attractive to her right now. Her wonderful auburn hair and her pale, creamy skin. She was wearing a pair of jeans with ribbon embroidery, a green peasant top and only the slightest hint of makeup. She really was a natural beauty.

Buffy must have been staring a bit too long because her gaze was meet with a “What’s up?” from Willow. Buffy let go of the hold she had on Willow’s hand and took a step closer to her friend.

Willow could sense that something was wrong with Buffy. She kept looking at her like she was drunk. Which Willow knew she wasn’t. She inhaled deeply, confused as to what was going on. Then she felt it too, the yellow mist entering her lungs, invading her body, taking over her senses. She felt it right to the core of her being. She too began to get the all too uneasy feeling of being drunk. She looked back at Buffy through hazy eyes. It was her turn to be fascinated by the way she looked. All dressed in leather. Leather pants, leather jacket, form fitting t-shirt. It was an incredible sight. Willow gulped. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts. It was wrong. But it seemed so right, so very very right.

Buffy reached her hand out for Willow’s again, this time inviting her to come closer. The band changed its song from a dance number to a slow one. Buffy pulled Willow in close and rested her hands on her friends back. She felt Willow holding her breath and gently rubbed her hands along her spine, trying to encourage her to relax. It seemed to work, she felt her friend relax in her arms, nestle her head into the Slayers neck. The two swayed together peacefully. Glad to be able to hold each other. Enjoying the closeness.

The couple danced as closely as they could, rubbing their bodies ever so softly against each other. They nuzzled into the other’s necks, buffy laying slow kisses down Willow’s neck and throat. Willow shuddering at the sensation. She in return rubbed her hands lightly up and down Buffy’s back, slowly making her way underneath the jacket. The two sighed deeply, almost in unison as they held each other.

Unbeknown to the pair of girls slow dancing together, the entire crowd at The Bronze was also pairing up. Each pair was copying Buffy and Willow’s movements exactly. The whole room full of mirror images. People were groping and snuggling, the room was alive with sexual energy. If it made a sound it would have crackled.

Buffy reached her hand up and began stroking the back of Willow’s head. Running her fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. Willow sighed in Buffy’s arms, this Slayer had very skilful hands, strength added with softness and sexuality. The feeling of her best friend running her hands through her hair and over the back of her neck made her sigh with content. She in turn ran her hands up and down Buffy’s sides, gently letting her thumb caress her hips and lightly tug at the belt loops on her leather pants. Willow tried to ease her thumb to the inside of Buffy’s trousers, loosening them as she went.

Buffy pushed her pelvis toward Willow as she felt her hands and fingers caress her waist and sides. She tilted Willow’s head back while keeping her hand entwined in her auburn hair. Buffy softly kissed down Willow’s neck, paying special attention to the area under the chin. As she did that their breasts met. Each rubbing against the others involuntarily as their bodies still swayed gently to the music. Buffy could feel her nipples harden at the sensation of her best friends breasts against hers. She continued her kissing down the centre of Willow’s neck. To her chest, in between her breasts. She heard a moan escape Willow’s mouth and continued her path, letting her mouth venture to the side and gently rub against a clothing covered nipple.

Willow gasped as she felt Buffy’s mouth on her breast. She wanted more, so much more. She placed one of her hands firmly on Buffy’s butt squeezed it gently, but firmly pushing Buffy’s pelvis further against her own. Her other hand she placed in the centre of Buffy’s chest. Gradually dragging it along to either side. Moulding the breasts between her hands. Feeling the hard nipples against her palm. They were holding each other extremely tight, propping themselves up with the other. They continued to slowly grind against each other to the music. Both of them inhaling sharp breaths at each touch.

Willow moaned slightly as she felt Buffy pull away from her. She stood herself upright and tired to find Buffy’s face through the mist. When she saw her, Buffy looked intoxicated, drunk, wanting Willow badly. She could see it in her eyes. She seemed to be asking Willow a question with those eyes. She wanted to know if she could go further. Willow desperately wanted it to be so. In a “yes” response she leaned forward and took Buffy’s face in her hands. She brought her lips to meet her own and slowly, sweetly kissed her. Buffy parted her lips ever so slightly so that Willow could slip her tongue in. Buffy wanted to feel Willow, in every sense. She ran her hands all over her while they kissed. Lips together, tongues wrestling in a game of excitement.

Once again, Buffy pulled back and leaving her hand resting on Willow stomach she slowly traced her around until she was standing behind her best friend. Buffy leant forward and swept Willow’s hair out of the way of her neck, once again she began kissing and licking it. She also slowly nibbled on her earlobe, feeling Willow shudder beneath her touch excited her. The hand that Buffy had on Willow’s stomach began to trace circles and slowly moving the material of her shirt away from her body so that she could touch her creamy white skin. Buffy’s other hand firmly around Willow’s waist for support, as Willow was going limp under Buffy’s touch and leaning against her.

Buffy’s hand found its way to one of Willow’s small breasts; she carefully moved the delicate lace of the bra aside and cupped the mound of flesh in her hand. She felt the hard nipple graze against the palm of her hand and slowly she gravitated toward it, pinching it between her fingers, rolling it softly. She heard Willow moan and began kissing and licking on her neck with more passion. Buffy reaffirmed her stance on the ground and leant Willow against her so her other hand could be free to explore.

Once free her fingers began to trace the outline of Willow’s jeans. She traced around the belt loops, down the zipper and along the crotch seem. Willow gasped as Buffy caressed the inside of her thigh, she squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to feel every touch, every sensation. She leaned further back into Buffy’s arms, urging her to continue, to kiss her, touch her, and make her come.

Willow felt Buffy’s hand gradually begin to unzip her jeans. In response she leaned her hand back and ran it up the inside of Buffy’s thigh. She tried to feel Buffy’s wetness through her leather pants. She could feel nothing, but the leather was too tight for Willow to successfully get her hand in to touch. Zipper or no zipper. She was just about to stop when Buffy whispered in her ear “Keep going, I can feel that”. Willow smiled; this was going to work after all. She intensified the movement of her hand, concentrating it to Buffy’s clitoral area. She wanted to make Buffy fell how much Willow was enjoying this experience. Just then Willow felt Buffy’s warm skin touching her very own pussy.

Drawing in a deep breath, Willow pushed her pelvis into Buffy’s hand, silently pleading with her to continue. Buffy manoeuvred her fingers so that they parted the lips to Willow’s pussy with ease, then she expertly ran one finger along the outside one while another one of her fingers plunged itself into her hot, wet, welcoming snatch. Again Willow gasped loudly, not really expecting such an event. Then she began to welcome it, as Buffy moved her finger in and out with ease. Willow moved her pelvis and the hand on Buffy’s crotch in time with the rhythm that her friend was creating. Willow was sighing loudly and making lots of moaning noises, she was in certain heaven. She had one of Buffy’s hands lovingly stroking her breasts and nipples, while her other hand was delving in to the dark depths of Willow’s cunt, while she herself was rubbing and grinding her hand against her friends clitoris through her leather pants. It was extremely erotic.

Buffy could feel the strength of Willow’s hand as it pushed it way against her pelvis, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her own body. She could feel her orgasm rising in herself, brought on by the sensual touches from Willow, the fact that her breasts kept rubbing up and down Willow’s back, and the thought of what her own skilful hands were doing to her best friend. She felt Willow begin to buck and moan and decided that she wanted to make her come, hard…now.

Willow spread her legs a little more as she felt Buffy’s fingers changing positions on her pussy. She felt when Buffy also removed her hand from Willow’s breast, replacing it on her crotch within seconds. Buffy moved the hand in Willow’s jeans so the it was simply being used as 2 fingers pounding in and out of her wet, soaking pussy, while her other hand was to concentrate on her best friend’s clit. She moved her finger slowly up and down on the small nub of flesh, feeling it grow harder. She moved her finger faster, hearing her friend moan and feeling her rub harder against her own crotch. She began flicking her finger across the clit at lightening speed, but ever so gently, while still maintaining that same rhythm with her other hand moving in and out of Willow’s pussy.

Buffy could tell that her own orgasm was only a few minutes away, so she drastically changed the pace for her own hand inside Willow. She felt Willow’s muscles begin to tighten and contract, indicating the beginning of the orgasm. Buffy let herself fall into her own. Pressing her breasts harder against her lovers back she felt her own muscles contracting and then she heard herself screaming with pleasure. She concentrated as much as she could on finishing Willow, so she gently pinched at her clit, making her moan and buck against Buffy’s hand. Then Buffy plunged her fingers deeply into Willow’s hot, wet pussy feeling it tightly contract around her as Willow also came. She screamed out Buffy’s name and then they collapsed on the floor. Exhausted.

Slowly the pair turned and looked at each other. The room was still misty, although not as misty as it had once been. Willow waved her hands in front of her face. Trying to get the mist to dissipate enough so that she could see her best friend’s expression closely. When it cleared enough to see Willow peered closely at Buffy’s face. Trying to read her expression. There seemed to be a look of shock. That much Willow could understand, but there was more, disappointment. Willow couldn’t understand it.

She knew this was unprecedented but surely there had been a reason for this experience. It probably wasn’t love, but surely there had to be something there. Didn’t Buffy want her? Why did she act the way she had? Was it all a misunderstanding? She tried to edge closer to Buffy, to comfort her friend that was so obviously confused and upset. But when Buffy looked up and saw Willow’s face jumped up and ran out of the room, leaving Willow in a dishevelled mess on the floor. Willow put her head in her hands, wondering what this all meant. Why had that just happened? And strangely why was this scene playing itself over and over with other couples on the dance floor? Willow and the Slayer had obviously missed something.

Willow decided there was more to this than she had realised. A spell, she thought it might be a spell, which would at least explain the weirdness. She needed to do some research; something about this had to make sense.

End Part 1.

Part 2 - Discovery