Buffy fanfiction; Willow fanfiction; Buffy slash
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Willow / Anya
NC-17 (Sexual content and language)
Set during season seven. Anya has a list of things she'd
like to do before D'Hoffryn's goons kill her. Guess what
number 8 is?
Willow sat on the sofa
with a copy of 'The Hacker Quarterly' when she felt,
rather than saw, someone watching her. She looked up
from her article 'Government secrets…A Thing of the
Past' to find Anya standing at the downstairs landing
watching her with a piece of paper in her hand.
wrong?" Willow called over.
Anya smiled. Willow
decided long ago it was never a good thing when Anya
smiled. The brunette - well at least she was a brunette
this week - made her way over to the sofa, taking a
seat. "What are you reading?"
Willow closed the book
and looked at the cover before turning back to Anya.
"It's a computer magazine."
nice," Anya replied with a nod. After a brief pause
she added, "Have sex with me."
The periodical fell
from Willow's fingertips and with a shake of her head to
regroup, she retrieved it from the floor. She opened her
mouth to reply but she couldn't. She just watched Anya
who had a hopeful look on her face.
"Pardon me for
asking," Willow finally managed, "but where
the Hell did THAT come from?"
"Oh, I have a
list," Anya said as she thrust it forward for
Willow to read. Leery, Willow took it. There were ten
items on the list with the title 'Things I want to do
before I die.'
this?" Willow asked, giving it a shake for good
"That's my wish
list. See the title?"
"Yeah I see the
title but what's with the morbid stuff?"
"Well there are
certain things I want to experience before D'Hoffryn
kills me. I mean let's face it. Buffy can't protect me
24 hours a day and at some point his demons might
succeed so…there are things I want to do. You come in
at number 8," she said pointing to the line.
"Right there – have sex with a woman. You're a
woman and you like women. So you'd be perfect. Of course
you're the only gay woman I know so I don't have much of
a choice but-."
Willow raised her hand
stopping her. "So you've finished one through seven
already?" Willow began to read from the list.
"Bungee jumping, a trip to Alaska…a monster truck
show?" Willow looked back at Anya.
"Oh no, I'm not
doing them in order," Anya replied. "I'm doing
them as they're convenient. You live here so what's more
convenient than that?"
"Well I'll tell
you what," Willow chuckled. "You do one
through seven and then we'll talk about it."
She handed the list
back to Anya and rose, heading toward the kitchen.
me off. You're not going to do it, are you? Even if I do
get through number seven."
"No, I'm not. As
Spike might say, I'm 'randy'. But I'm not THAT
randy," the red head chuckled and began her journey
Anya followed her into
the kitchen. "Why not? Why won't you do it?"
have to ask that question?" Willow chuckled from
the refrigerator pulling out a bottled water.
"Well yes. I'm an
attractive woman. Xander always thought I was very good
in bed. He told me quite often."
"Okay, stop right
there. That's your first reason," Willow asked.
ex-finance. I'm Xander's best friend. I was the best man
at your wedding for cryin' out loud!"
"A wedding, which
did not go off because he didn't want me. Remember? I
don't see how his opinion would matter."
"Well okay I'll
give you that. You're a free woman to do as you please.
Just not with me. Come on Anya, he's still my friend. He
would be crushed if he knew I took you to bed."
"I highly doubt
that," Anya rolled his eyes. "He's got a
lesbian thing like most men."
thing aside I can't. And even if I could there's
something else to consider."
me," Willow chuckled. "You've never liked me.
And I'm not real fond of you…Besides I'm still less
important than monster trucks according to your
"I'm not asking
you to marry me. Just have lesbian sex with me. Is that
over here. I just lost Tara. I'm not gonna jump into bed
with you even if I DID like you."
"I bet you'd jump
into bed with Buffy if she asked."
"You would too! I
know if SHE asked you would say yes. Is it the blonde
hair? You like blondes, right? I can dye mine
"Anya, you just
don't get it," Willow sighed. "There
are…rules of engagement here. Some lines just
shouldn't be crossed and you're one of them."
Anya paused, thinking
for a moment. "Well what if I get Xander's
blessing? If he says it's okay then-."
"Okay. Some heavy
"How about a
"Anya! The answer
Buffy walked into the
back door. "Hey guys, what's up?"
have sex with me," Anya pouted. "Tell her to
have sex with me. She listens to you…well sometimes
when she's not all evil and veiny. When she evil she
just kicks your ass."
"Thanks for the
reminder Anya," Buffy replied. "…But more
importantly…Sex with Willow? I must say - 'huh'?"
Buffy looked to
Willow. "What is she talking about?"
list," Willow pointed.
Anya handed it over to
Buffy and she scanned the paper. "Monster truck
show?" Buffy muttered.
"Check out number
8," Willow advised. Buffy started to grin and
Willow went on. "Seems I'm convenient since I live
here and I'm the only gay woman she knows. Lucky
me…Why don't you do the best friend bit Buffy? You
sleep with her for me would ya?"
"I wouldn't know
the first thing to do," Buffy answered.
"It's easier than
you think," Willow grinned.
Buffy and Willow asked.
"You flirted with
her," Anya told Willow. "You do have a thing
"I did not! And I
don't have a THING for Buffy. I told you I wouldn't
sleep with either of you and I meant it."
"Why wouldn't you
sleep with me?" Buffy asked as she started to pout
too. "I'm not good enough?"
Willow started to
shake her head. I don't believe this. "Well
there's that pesky 'straight' thing about you Buf,"
Willow answered sarcastically.
"Ah ha! You said
pesky. Which means it's a problem," Anya retorted.
"This proves it. You would sleep with her if she
Willow held up both of
her hands. "Okay, this conversation is official
over now. I'm going to go back to the living room. I'm
going to read my article on how to make life difficult
for the government and then I'm going to bed. No one
follow me. No one ask me any more stupid questions.
With that Willow
picked up her water bottle and left the room. Anya
turned to Buffy.
think she's insane. I mean any real lesbian would give
their eye teeth to have either one of us."
Buffy just sighed as
she made her way from the room. "Goodnight Anya."
The next morning
Willow came downstairs to find Dawn and Buffy eating
breakfast. She hopped along on one foot trying to stay
in motion and put her other shoe on at the same time.
"In a rush?"
"I've got a
meeting with my calculus instructor this morning and I
Willow gave up on
trying to do two things at once and sat down at the
table. She grabbed Dawn's English muffin and took a big
Willow replied as she quickly chewed and put on her
"Will, about last
"Oh god. You're
not gonna question me again are you?"
"No, I was going
to apologize. I didn't mean to put you on the
about it. Anya has a way of…Anya is just Anya. Ya
"I know but
still…I didn't want you to think-."
"I don't think
anything Buffy," Willow answered. "Just forget
it and it will blow over."
"What will blow
over?" Dawn asked.
to…how should I put this…experiment sexually with a
woman and guess who she wants to be the Bunsen
"Anya came on to
you?" Dawn asked Willow.
"Not so much a
come on but more of a command. We're talking about Anya
after all." Quickly Willow added, "And not a
word to anyone. Understand? It stays at this
Dawn nodded as Willow
darted to the kitchen, returning with her coat and book
bag. "Early classes today so I'll be here when you
get home Dawn."
she added quickly. "I won't be here. Sleep over at
Janice's tonight. Remember?"
Sorry, I forgot. I'll see you guys later."
Willow didn't wait for
a reply. She went to the front door and nearly ran into
Xander in the process. "Oh hey there!" Willow
said surprised. She left the door open as she walked
out. "Dawn and Buffy are in the dinning room. Gotta
go. I'm late "
She made her way
around Xander but he grabbed her by the arm.
"Actually I'm here to see you." In a quieter
voice he added, "Anya came to see me this
Willow's face. "I didn't do anything Xander. She's
got this crazy idea-."
"I know. She said
it was totally her idea. Based on your history with her,
I believe her. She wanted me to talk to you."
Willow looked at her
watch. "Can you talk quick? I don't mean to give
you the brush off but I've gotta meeting to get
"I just came by
to tell you it's okay. If Anya wants to…you
know…then I'm okay with it. Actually-."
Willow began, cutting him short. "I really don't
have time to get into this at the moment. And to be
honest there really is nothing more that needs to be
said. I tolerate Anya. I'm slowly learning to like her.
But I certainly don't want her. No offense to you
in the slightest. She's just…not my type."
taken. I just wanted you to know that this is something
she feels strong about doing and she trusts you enough
to be the one to do it with…I know you'll do right by
"You have no idea how sweet…yet deranged that
sounds. But thank you Xander. Now if you don't mind I
gotta go. See ya."
Willow didn't wait for
an answer. She just jogged down the stairs, her book bag
Since Dawn wasn't
coming back after school Willow decided to do a little
catching up on her assignments at the library so it was
late in the evening when she finally arrived home. She
walked into the darken house to find a host of candles
all over the place. She placed her book bag on the sofa
and looked around.
called out tentatively.
"She's on patrol.
Dawn's at her friends. And we have the whole place to
ourselves," she heard Anya call from the dinning
room. Willow walked deeper inside to find Anya in a blue
"What's with all
the candles? Holding a séance?" Willow asked
"I'm hoping to
conjure up the living spirits in this house. Not the
dead ones," Anya answered as she closed the
distance between them. She pushed some loose strains of
Willow's hair behind her ear.
"God, now I know
how Oz felt when I planned my sneak attack," she
muttered as she turned away. She didn't walk far and
when she turned she found herself face to face with Anya
again. "This is quite unnerving."
"Xander said he
talked to you this morning," Anya replied as she
stalked closer. Subconsciously Willow backed up until
she bumped into one of the chairs behind her. With a
slight push from Anya she fell into it and she watched
as Anya straddled her lap.
"Yes he did. It
wasn't a long conversation though. I had… to…
leave," Willow replied. She looked down and watched
as Anya undid her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. She
soon began to ramble nervously as her hands gripped both
sides of the chair. "I had a meeting with my
professor. I aced algebra but calculus is being a pain
in the ass, which is really surprising since it's a lot
of the same concepts really. Mathematics and abstract
thought. You'd think with all my computer knowledge I'd
do better but-."
Tell me more…later."
Anya's fingers from
one hand tangled themselves in the hair at Willow's
temple. The other hand went to work pushing Willow's
long hair over her shoulder, giving Anya access to her
neck. Her lips descended quickly only to nip slowly at
Willow's pulse point and earlobe. Lazily Willow closed
her eyes and soaked up the affection. God it felt so
long since . . . Her hands left the chair and took a new
position clinging to Anya's naked thighs.
"You feel so
soft," Anya whispered. "So smooth. Does the
rest of your body feel this soft?"
It was such an 'Anya'
question, stated in a very matter of fact manner, but it
fueled something inside the Wicca. She would end up
taking her, right there in the dinning room if this kept
up. All Willow could do was whimper. When she did, the
sound came back to slap her. Her eyes shot open and she
gently pushed Anya away by the shoulders.
break here," Willow sighed, trying to catch her
breath. Anya's lips might have left but her hands
didn't. She continued to stroke Willow's hair and neck.
She seemed to be taking in every sensation she could and
the red head felt herself start to stammer as Anya's
fingertips made lazy trails along her bust line.
"W-we have to stop this now." She tried to
sound authoritative but it rang hollow, even in her own
don't," Anya answered. "Look Willow. I told
you. I'm not looking for forever. Just one night. And
lord knows with your mood swings you could really use it
Willow reached up and
took Anya's wandering hands. "You almost had me
until you opened your mouth. Thanks for reminding why
this is bad idea."
She pushed up and rose
out of the chair, gently casting Anya aside. Wordless
she began to leave.
Willow stopped and
turned around. "What did you call me?"
Anya repeated. "You go around talking about being
gay but the truth is maybe you're really not. Maybe you
just happened to fall for Tara because it was forbidden
and once in your dull life you wanted to break the
"Don't even make
my love for Tara trivial. And don't think for a second
that I don't see what you're doing here?"
"And what am I
doing here Willow? Tell me."
"You're trying to
coerce me into sleeping with you! You're trying to use
my ego against me and I don't appreciate the fact that
you would use Tara in this little seduction plot of
"Face it Willow.
She's dead. She's not coming back. So if you really are
what you claim to be then you better start living it.
You need to move on."
Willow closed the
distance between them. "This isn't going to work
Anya. So give it up."
Anya said, tossing her hands in the air, "At this
point I don't WANT to sleep with you. But I'll tell you
what. You better sleep with someone…I'm saying this as
a friend. Yes you heard that right – a friend! You can
put on the big act for everyone. The one that says, I
can't tolerate that Anya. I can't stand being around
that Anya...But I know that when the time came, Buffy
faced me alone. You couldn't kill me. In fact, you
summoned D'Hoffryn to try to reason with him as a means
to save me. So I know you feel something beside
animosity for me…As a friend I'm telling you. Find a
lover, if only for one night."
"Oh like Spike
"Not one of my
prouder moments," Anya sighed. "But if you
want the truth…it helped… You have to realize
something Willow. Tara doesn't have a future. I'm sorry.
That's harsh but it's true. You, however, do…Come to
think of it, I do too. And I want to experience all
kinds of things before I die…So maybe you're right.
Maybe we shouldn't do this. I've asked too much of
you…and in terms of being a friend that's wrong of me.
I see that now and I apologize…Just forget that any of
this ever happened."
Anya began to make her
way past Willow to leave but Willow snagged her by the
arm. "You don't understand," she told Anya.
"I lost everything I ever really loved."
"No Willow. I
understand more than you think….because I did too. And
I'll be honest with you. I'm not sure what's worse -
losing someone by death and never seeing them again or
losing someone by indecision but constantly having him
around. For all your 'smarts' Willow, you're a pretty
stupid woman sometimes. So forget it. I'll find my own
gay woman for the night. And again I'll stress, it's
something you should look into yourself."
"So you think
that sleeping with someone is some magical cure all?
That somehow it will all go away?"
Anya paused a moment.
"No, not all of it. But at least we can say we
didn't stop living if we should die tomorrow. With this
being Sunnydale and all, that's not just an
overstatement. We really could die
The words were morose
but the way they were spoken struck Willow as funny.
With all they'd seen and experience on the Hellmouth you
had to have a sense of humor about it. "You got a
point." Willow began to grin and chuckle a bit as
she nodded her head in agreement.
softened too. She walked over a few steps and pulled
Willow against her. Reflexively Willow wrapped her arms
around Anya. "I am sorry for asking you for too
much Willow," Anya began, settling her head under
the Wicca's neck, "And even if you'll never admit
it…thank you for trying to protect me when I needed
Willow felt a grin
come to her lips. "You're welcome," Willow
Anya began to pull
away her hands running down Willow's arms as she
departed. Before she could break away though Willow
locked Anya's hands in hers. Willow couldn't understand
why exactly but she couldn't let Anya go. She had
Xander's blessings and despite the nagging voice in the
back of her mind Anya made some valid points.
Pulling her back
toward her, Willow placed a delicate kiss on Anya's
lips. "How important is this to you?" she
asked as she broke away, resting her forehead against
"It was number
one but I went with some other things first."
"Didn't have the
guts to put it down?"
"Then why'd you
Anya found herself
looking at her feet as she began to speak. "Because
I didn't want to die without experiencing what I wanted
most. If I put it down further on the list, on paper
anyway, maybe it wouldn't matter as much in my mind. I
have doubts that I can make it happen. I'd much rather
try to fool myself than feel cheated. Stupid I
slightly and raised Anya's chin slightly to look in her
eyes. "I'll make it happen if you still want
Anya said hopefully.
Willow gave a small
nod. "But only one night Anya. I can't give you, or
anyone, more than that right now."
"I understand. I
do…And I'm not asking for more."
Willow grinned and
released Anya's hands. "Well, first let's
extinguish these candles. We might accidentally burn the
house down and I don't think Buffy would be too
Anya gave an excited
nod and started blowing candles out one by one. Willow
helped and she picked up the last lit one in the house.
She blew it out and her memory flashed to a different
night. A different candle. It was ironic in a way. The
memory was of Tara doing the same when she had returned
to declare her love to the blonde, to tell her that
she'd made her choice. Tara was with the one she loved
and she wanted to prove it since Oz's return (and
departure). It was the first night that an 'experienced'
woman took her to bed. And now in some bizarre karmic
twist she found that she was the one holding the candle
in a slightly shaky grasp. She was the experienced one.
She knew it wasn't the
same though. She wanted to build a life with Tara. Anya
just wanted a single night. And actually that was a good
thing. Willow told herself that Tara would be the only
one for her…ever. Even after Tara left, Willow had no
interest in seeing anyone else. And not only was it for
herself and her family that she stopped using the magics,
it was for Tara too. She hoped that someday she could
win her back but even if that day never came she wanted
Tara to be proud of her.
But Anya was right.
Tara was gone and as idealistic as she might have been,
she couldn't spend her life alone. Maybe Anya was
exactly what she needed when she needed it most – a
buffer of sorts, to fill a small space until the 'right
one' could come along. Anya knew the situation. She was
a bit backwards when it came to some things but the
former demon wasn't an idiot. If anything, sometimes she
was far more perceptive than all of them, only lacking
in tact. A small grin appeared on her face and she felt
Anya return to her.
it?" Anya asked noticing the grin.
about you," Willow answered as she turned to face
Anya. Gently she pulled Anya to her, planting a
delicate, smoldering kiss on her lips. Slowly she pulled
away. "Come on," she nodded as she took Anya
by the hand, leading her toward the stairs. "We'll
go to my room."
Once inside Willow
turned and closed the door. She began to lock it and
turn around as she spoke. "Now at any time if you
want to stop just-."
The sentence got lost
when Anya returned to Willow with a passion uncontested.
Her lips sought Willow's and the force of her desire
sent Willow's back crashing into the door. Shock was the
first sensation before longing took over. Willow felt
wanted, desired – something she hadn't had in quite
some time. It was also something she didn't realize just
how much she missed until this moment. Anya's theory was
making more and more sense. She planned to take things
slow and soft, showing Anya the subtle differences of
being with a woman.
With Oz everything
seemed 'goal oriented' or it should be said 'Oz
oriented'. If Oz came it was good. Not that it was ever
a problem for him. He always responded to her touch and
she found him delightful to 'play' with. But there were
times when she wondered if this was all there was. She
sometimes wondered what the big deal was about sex and
why people were so preoccupied with it. That's not say
she didn't enjoy herself or he wasn't attentive. She did
and he was. But she just couldn't fathom what all the
'fuss' was about.
But with Tara it was
different. It was like thunder and lightening and they
traded those roles back and forth between each other
quite often and usually within the same night. She loved
to 'play' with Tara too but it wasn't always about the
end result as it was with Oz. Most often they both came
but sometimes they didn't. However, it didn't matter in
the end. They just loved touching each other, feeling
the contact of female flesh on female flesh. Right now
Anya was doing a good job with lightening and Willow
wanted to take her down a few notches before the thunder
began to roll, although she wasn't quite sure how at
Actually, it was more
a question of if she wanted to slow down. She was
enjoying the feel of Anya's roaming hands and the sounds
the woman was uttering into her open, searching mouth. No,
Willow decided. It's not going to go by this quickly.
Reluctantly she disengaged herself from Anya, trying to
regain her breathing.
"Am I doing it
wrong?" Anya asked, with worried eyes.
"No you're doing it too right," she answered
honestly. "Just a little too soon is all. Come over
here." Willow instructed. She led Anya toward the
bed. She took a seat as she positioned Anya to stand
between her legs. "Now I just want you to
concentrate on your breathing for the moment. Close your
Anya looked at her and
Willow sensed some apprehension. "I won't hurt you
or do anything you don't want," she reassured the
brunette. "I just want you to feel what's happening
to you, okay?"
Anya licked her lips
before giving a slight grin and closing her eyes. Unseen
by Anya, Willow began to take in the view before her.
Anya had a beautiful body but she hadn't truly noticed
until this moment when it was offered to her. Her eyes
traveled up Anya's legs to the curve of her hips.
Willow's fingertips reached out running along Anya's
hands. She pulled them to her lips and placed a single
kiss on the back of each wrist, her lips and tongue
teasing Anya's flesh. Willow watched the rise and fall
of Anya's chest stop as her nipples became more erect
through the silk chemise.
Willow commanded softly. Anya hadn't realized she
stopped and blew out a long breath before developing a
hard," Anya whispered, her eyes still closed.
Willow sympathized. "But believe me in the end,
things will be so much more intense. I promise."
With that Willow stood
up, her hands traveling up the length of Anya's arms
until they reached the spaghetti straps of Anya's
chemise. Her fingertips teased the brunette as they
played with the material before taking a firm hold and
pushing it past her shoulders. Willow let the garment
puddle to the floor and she watched the goose bumps rise
to Anya's skin. She relished the effect she was having
on the ex-demon and she licked her own lips in
Anya heard rather than
felt Willow sit back down. The Wicca's hands took
residence on her hips and she felt Willow pull her
slightly forward. Next she felt Willow kiss her stomach.
It wasn't what she expected. Once naked, Xander couldn't
wait to touch her breasts. When she felt Willow's tongue
tickle her navel and her long hair skim along her inner
thigh she gave a small giggle. The second time Willow
returned to her navel the humor was lost and all she
felt was yearning. She struggled to find her voice.
"You're making me
extremely wet," Anya told her. "Are you this
Yet again, an Anya
question asked with a childlike wonder but striking
something deep inside Willow.
Willow answered, her lips vibrating off of Anya's
grabbed the back of Willow's head, her fingers burying
the hair. The sensation tore through Willow and she
found herself eliciting a moan. Anya's fingers began to
flex in the silken strains.
"Do you like
that?" Anya asked. "When I hold your
Willow answered, nodding so her cheek could rub up and
down Anya's stomach.
Anya tightened her
hold on Willow's hair and pulled her up, leading her to
her breast. "I want your lips here," she
ordered, her eyes still closed.
Willow chuckled. She
tried not to but she couldn't help it. "Oh Anya,"
she sighed, traveling to the woman's neck instead.
"I will. I promise. But not yet. Not yet. Let me
feel you first. Please?"
Anya sighed in
frustration and arousal. "Okay. But feel me quick.
I'm not sure how much more of this I can stand."
Willow was grateful
that Anya's eyes were still closed and she couldn’t
see the smile that formed on her face. She pushed it
down however and went back to work, stroking Anya's body
avoid her center and her breasts. She watched as Anya
began to sway, trying to stay upright.
eyes," Willow told her.
Anya did to find
Willow's hands on her hips. With a slow, maddening pace
Willow's hands crept up Anya's body and her fingertips
teased the brunette by running just under her breasts.
Anya sighed as Willows hands began to move away again.
"Would you please-." Anya sentence died and a
moan began as Willow took a firm mound in each hand.
Anya's head shot back and her eyes closed. "Oh
god," she muttered again.
Willow commanded. "Watch what I'm doing to your
Anya righted her head
and looked down. She saw as Willow's fingertips played
with her nipples bringing them to even more erect
points. When she was satisfied with the reaction she
caused, only then did Willow rise up to take the tip
into her mouth. Anya began to falter and Willow led her
to the bed, lying over her, she returned to her task.
But this time her fingers stretched the areola and her
tongue began to dance wildly across the nipple.
Anya's sigh caught in
her throat and she gripped the back of Willow's head.
Willow stopped administering to the aroused flesh and
looked up to her lover.
she ordered again. "If you don’t breathe I'll
I'll breathe," Anya said quickly. "Don't
Willow grinned and
went back to her task again. Anya kept her word even as
her body began to rock on the bed.
"I wish you had a
penis right now," Anya told her. "I'd ask you
to put it inside me."
Willow pulled away and
rested her head on Anya's breast. She wondered silently
how Xander ever got through sex with this woman without
having a laughing fit. With a smile Willow rose to her
Anya replied, thinking she had done something wrong to
make the Wicca leave. "Come back. I'm still
breathing. See?" Anya exaggerated her breathing and
Willow lost her reserve at that point and chuckled.
sweetheart," she smiled. "I'm not leaving. I
just suddenly feel overdressed."
Willow kicked her
shoes and socks off and pulled the jeans off her hips.
Not bother to undo more than the first button on her
blouse, she lifted it over her head tossing it to the
floor. Clad only in her white, silk bra and panties she
returned to the bed.
Anya didn't waste a
minute. She maneuvered Willow to her back and straddled
her hips. "Can I touch you?" Anya asked
tentatively, making lazy trails across her body. Willow
nodded. "Where ever I want?" she asked again.
Once more, Willow nodded. "How ever I want?"
Willow sighed. "Touch me already."
Anya grinned and her
hands began to caress the Wicca. Willow watched the
expression on Anya's face, a mixture of excitement,
wonder and surprise. She grinned as she watched the
ex-demon taking in everything she was experiencing.
soft all over," Anya said in a small voice, more to
herself than to Willow. A small grin came to her lips.
"Thank you." She looked down at the Wicca
sincerely. "Thank you for giving me this."
In that moment, Willow
knew she wanted to give Anya much more. Without delay
she rose up and she captured Anya's lips and pulled her
to the bed, putting her flat on her back. Her lips moved
from Anya's to her neck as she continued to kiss and
suck at the flesh. She made her way to Anya's ear.
"Can I show you
something?" Willow asked. "Can I show you that
it doesn't matter if I have a penis?"
Anya couldn't reply.
She just nodded her approval. Willow flashed Anya a
wicked grin before kissing a trail down Anya's body.
Casually she slid off the bed and between Anya's thighs.
Anya's eyes grew wide
as she watched Willow. The Wicca felt Anya tensed so she
softly kissed the inside of Anya's thighs, letting her
hair brush against them. She remembered the first night
with Tara and that sensation of Tara's long, blonde hair
draped over her legs while her tongue did the most
amazing things. It was a different kind of 'give and
take' she was used to. Tara was determined to give her
everything she could and Willow was willing to take
whatever Tara felt she needed, not more and not less. As
Willow knelt before Anya now she wanted to put the woman
"Just a few
strokes, okay?" she asked Anya. "If you want
me to stop I will. Just say the words 'That's
Anya gave a small nod
and closed her eyes, waiting and not sure of what to
expect. Willow licked her lips tentatively, searching
with her eyes first for a starting place. When she saw
Anya's pulsating clit she let her tongue barely pass
over it and the hood. When Anya didn't protest
immediately she returned again this time with a longer
quicker stroke. Anya sighed and her hand shot down to
Willow's head. The Wicca stopped and Anya opened her
"Why did you
stop?" the brunette asked. Willow was a bit
dumbfounded and it must have shown on her expression.
"Don't stop. Don’t you dare stop."
relieved by the reaction. Soon however she felt Anya
leading her back to her sex repeating her plea for her
to continue. This time without reservation Willow
returned to Anya's center, lapping at the wetness she
found. As a result Anya's cries got louder and Willow
could feel waves began to take hold of her own body. She
knew she was horny as she told Anya the day before but
she never knew it was that much. She was surprised she
could be that out of tune with her body, that now just
the mere sounds of Anya's arousal and impending climax
would mean her own.
Willow found herself
throwing Anya's legs over her shoulders to give her
better leverage. Anya didn't protest in the slightest.
In fact she locked her ankles around Willow's back and
pulled her closer.
Anya sighed as Willow continued. "I want-."
She didn't finish.
Willow thrust two fingers inside of Anya and then a
third. Willow's tongue kept perfect rhythm with her
fingers that glided in and out of Anya's wet center.
Anya tried to ask as she felt Willow pumping inside of
her. She was amazed how well Willow knew her body and
how quickly she could react to it. Her hip grinded right
along with Willow's hand and tongue. "Oh god,"
she sighed with each thrust Willow made.
When her body began to
shake slightly Willow called up just for a moment.
she told her lover. "In and out, in and out."
Anya nodded and took
the advice as she repeated Willow's instructions,
muttering them over and over out loud, "In and out,
in and out. God I love it. In and out."
Willow felt her own
orgasm beginning to crest as a result of watching Anya
and she took a deep breath. She blew it out as the waves
began to crash over her. She didn't stop her movements
within Anya for a second but she had to cry out.
yes," Willow hissed as her orgasm washed over her,
the contractions deep inside shaking her entire body.
Her forehead rested on Anya's thigh for a moment before
her lips latched on the inside of Anya's thigh, leaving
a passion mark.
It stung Anya slightly
but she had to admit she loved it at the same time. When
the slight pain began, it gave her the extra push over
the top she needed. Soon she too found herself calling
out as her nails dug into Willow's neck and shoulder.
"That's it. Keep
It was difficult but
Anya did as Willow had asked. She didn't hold her
breath. The next sensation she hadn't felt before. It
was as if her orgasm shot to every nerve ending and the
more she breathed the more explosive it became.
"Oh yes! Oh God
Anya's body began to
come down from it's high with slight twitches and shakes
and she opened her eyes. Willow was no longer between
her legs but she caught her at her right side, lying
next to her. She rested on her elbow with a grin on her
back," Willow teased. Anya opened her mouth to
reply but couldn't she shut it again and just started to
chuckle. Slowly she moved in a similar position to face
Willow. Her hand reached out, almost chastely in nature,
and she stroked Willow's face.
Anya told her.
Willow laid back and
motioned Anya into her arms. Anya looked a bit unsure.
now," Willow began with a grin. "You wanted to
experience everything with a woman and this is part of
Anya smiled and moved
into Willow's open arms, snuggling into her shoulder.
After a few moments she heard Willow clear her throat.
"You know this is
only one night right?"
"You know I have
no intention of dating you right?"
"Well I'd like to
make another wish come true if you'd let me."
"Seems there's a
monster truck show coming up this week at the arena. I
heard it on the radio today."
know." Willow stopped a moment and pulled back to
look at Anya. "That's how it got added. I heard it
on the radio when I was doing my list."
trucks aren't some deep, unfulfilled fantasy?"
"Not really. It
just sounded interesting at the time. I mean let's face
it. I'm over 1000 years old. I've seen and done just
about everything already."
"I guess since
you've been around that long you would have…"
Willow agreed with a nod. "Well anyway, I'd like to
take you if you'd let me. Nothing romantic mind you just
a girls night out kinda thing…without the girl on girl
action…Maybe Buffy and Dawn might go…I seriously
doubt it now that I said that out loud," Willow
chuckled. "But we could check…if that's okay with
you, that is?"
Anya rested her head
back down on Willow's shoulder. "Sounds interesting
A brief silence passed
between them before Willow spoke up again. "You
"I said you were
right…I needed this…But I'd like to keep it between
us Anya. It's nothing to do with you. It's everyone
else. I don't want them trying to play matchmaker
because…I might just end up hurting you in the
end…Don't ask how because I don't know…I just think
it's best if we let this be our little secret. Is that
Anya considered it.
"I think I understand. You're worried they might
try to talk you into a relationship with me but you
might not be ready?"
"I know they
would and I know I'm not ready."
Anya nodded against
Willow's shoulder. "I understand. Thank you though.
It was a very educational and arousing experience."
"Right back at cha."
Buffy was getting
breakfast for Dawn and herself as Willow looked on with
a bowl of cereal at the kitchen island. Anya walked into
the room with a spring in her step, going to the
refrigerator for some orange juice.
said handing Anya her piece of paper before turning back
to the stove to finish cooking. "You forgot your
list down here. I couldn't help but notice you crossed
off number 8."
Anya took it with a
smile. "Yeah well…I realized I didn't really need
to have this one on the list."
Willow grinned at Anya.
Anya grinned at Willow. And neither said a word.