Fic: Grading on a Curve (Buffy/Willow, NC-17)
Title: Grading on a Curve
Author: ionlylurkhere
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2200
Summary: The prompt says it best: "Buffy/Willow: pre-Tara and post-Oz, Buffy is having trouble comforting a distraught Willow".
Notes: Written for mrsdrjackson in the One Night Stand ficathon (for which it is rather late; sorry). Thanks to livii for a very helpful beta; any errors that remain are, of course, my fault.
Buffy whistled quietly as she walked up the corridor to her dorm room. It had started as "The sun has got his hat on", but quickly morphed into something more improvised around a theme of whichever notes she could make her lips do today. A bit like that free-form jazz Giles liked to listen to. Though, if she was completely honest with herself, it wasn't very good. So, just like Giles's free-form jazz.
As soon as she opened the door, though, her cheery mood evaporated. Willow was sitting on her bed with her head in her hands. Buffy could hear her sobbing quietly into her palms.
Buffy crossed quickly to the bed, noting absently that despite Willow's distress it was still perfectly made-up, and sat down next to her friend, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Will? What's wrong?"
Willow nodded towards her night stand, and it took Buffy a moment to realise what among its contents was the object of Willow's grief. But as soon as she did, the big red "B+" in a circle at the top of her returned Ancient Civilizations paper told her everything she needed to know.
Buffy pulled Willow's hands down and held them in her own, so that she could look into her eyes. "Willow, it's one paper. In a subject you already decided you're not going to major or minor in." Buffy well remembered Willow's long rambling discussion of all the factual inaccuracies she'd come across even in the first lecture, with occasional digressions into grumbling that having used the artefacts for magic made her theories rather more likely to be true than those of people who'd just read a bunch of books about them.
"Stupid narrow-minded faculty," Willow said flatly. "That's probably why they gave me a B, as a punishment for showing them up."
"Even if it is a B, it's a B-plus. Look, cheery plus sign!" None of this seemed to mollify Willow, but then Buffy remembered something she'd read in the UC Sunnydale orientation material and instantly decided would never have any application to her own college career. "And hey, they give 4.33s for A-pluses here. You can totally still get a 4.0 GPA!"
Willow brightened slightly. "Oh, I know, I know," she said, wresting one hand away from Buffy to wipe her nose with. "But it's just ... y'know, everything's going wrong at the moment. Oz, and that spell last week ... oh, god, Buffy, what did I do to you all?"
Buffy gripped her hands tighter. "You are completely forgiven for the spell."
"Because I made cookies?" Willow smiled.
"Because we love you, Willow." Buffy wrapped her friend up in a big hug. "Though the cookies were awesome."
Willow burst into tears again on Buffy's shoulder. "Sorry," she sniffed. "It's just ... you know, you said you all love me and I know you do but there's love and there's lurve, right? And you're all 'ooh! tension!'y with Riley and Xander's got Anya and even Giles has that Olivia lady and here I am and Oz has left me and I'm clearly never going to be lurved again."
Buffy moved herself gently away to put her hands on Willow's shoulders. "What are we going to do with you, Willow?"
"Ooh, I know! We could drown my sorrows with alcohol! That ... would be a very, very bad idea," Willow finished as she caught Buffy's look. "What do you mean, then, what are you going to do with me?"
"I mean, look at yourself!" Buffy said. "You're, like, supersmart. Totally the smartest person I know. And funny and kind and beautiful and smart, did I say smart already?, and--"
And then Willow was kissing her. Before Buffy really knew what was happening she was kissing her back, and she tasted of strawberries, and then Buffy was kissing away the tears from her cheeks as she held her head in both hands, and then they were kissing again, harder this time, tongues sliding over lips and teeth.
Before too long, they were lying on Willow's bed, and Buffy was above her but her hands were under her shirt, roaming and gently cupping one bra-covered breast. All at once it was the most natural thing in the world and the bravest thing she'd ever done.
Buffy's other hand was just beginning to explore the possibilities of the other breast when Willow froze, shrinking away from Buffy's touch. It seemed like odd timing for Willow to decide to get cold feet, or cold nipples, or whatever the appropriate--
"Buffy ..." Willow was looking past her at the window. Oh, god, were frat boys hiding in a tree and watching? Was Xander watching? That might in fact be enough to kill her with shame.
When Buffy followed Willow's gaze, though, it turned out it was just a demon. A big scaly grey demon with gross gnarly bits protruding from its face that had somehow climbed in through the window -- probably it was all gooey on the inside or something equally disgusting -- and was now pointing a desperately-in-need-of-a-manicure finger a few inches from Willow's face.
"Willow Rosenberg!" it said. Its voice was appropriately growly, which was good in a way, because the tiny squeaky fear demon at Hallowe'en had been a major let down, all in all. "I am the Adjudicator! I judge the mortal stock and destroy all those who are unworthy."
"Oh, please," Buffy said, wearily levering herself off the bed. "Literal much?"
"Willow Rosenberg! I will grade thee and smite thee!" bellowed the demon, shaking its tusked head back and forth like a whinnying horse, though that probably wasn't the effect it was going for.
"What-ever." Buffy dropped into a crouch and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick straight to the monster's torso, propelling it straight through the open window and down onto the paving stones below, where a sickening crack told her that it hadn't been so gooey after all, and was definitely, definitely dead. "Demons. They're just not even trying any more, are they?" She turned back to Willow. "So, where were we?"
"Look, Buffy, if you ..."
"If I what?"
"If you don't want to, if you want to stop, if it's all 'Woah! Willow!', that's fine. 'Cos, y'know, there I am, all needy and pathetic and weepy and maybe you just kissed me back out of pity--"
"You think that was pity? And what about ..." Tentatively, she put her hand back on Willow's breast, and smiled at her when she saw Willow's eyes light up involuntarily.
Willow gulped. "Look, Buffy, I'm not sure I want this to be ... the beginning of anything. 'Cos, y'know, maybe it would be but maybe it wouldn't and ... Can it just be a thing by itself?"
For a moment, Buffy thought about Parker, and the hopes he'd let her have to get what he wanted, and Riley, and what her hopes were there. "Sure," she said.
"OK, good, that's a relief. I mean, maybe one of is about to have this big 'But I'm a Cheerleader!' moment or maybe not, but I mean, obviously, I was never a cheerleader and you were, not that I'm implying you're more likely to turn out to be ... But maybe, maybe, maybe we never speak of it again, because, oh boy, I really wish I wasn't speaking right now. Or maybe both of those things happen--"
Buffy kissed her, which at least achieved the not-speaking-right-now thing.
They tumbled back onto the bed, kissing graduating to nibbling and sucking as increasing amounts of clothes fell to the floor until they were finally completely naked, entwined with each other on the bedspread. Buffy ran her fingers down the side of Willow's torso, her hand coming to rest on her hip. Willow responded by placing a tentative hand on Buffy's right breast. Emboldened, Buffy bent down to kiss the pale skin of Willow's chest ... just as Willow was doing exactly the same thing to her.
"Oww!" Buffy said loudly, sitting upright.
"Oww!" Willow said, even louder.
They both said "Sorry!" simultaneously before dissolving into giggles.
By the time they'd stopped laughing, Buffy's healing powers had pretty much taken care of the minor injury, but she noticed that Willow was still rubbing her forehead. She took Willow's hand away and gently kissed the tender spot where their heads had crashed into one another. Then she leaned down and kissed her full on the lips once more. Before long, they were lying down as they had been before. Buffy put her hand back on Willow's hip. "Now, wait a moment," Willow said. "I think we need some sort of ... traffic control system."
"How about," Buffy said, alternating speaking with kisses on the swell of Willow's breast, "you lie back, and let me do all the work?"
"OK, that sounds ... nice," Willow said, wriggling down the bed slightly so that her whole body was relaxed.
Buffy continued to kiss Willow's breast while stroking slowly up and down her thighs, teasingly getting closer and closer each time to the growing wetness between them. Willow gasped as Buffy finally took her nipple between her teeth at the same time as her fingers reached the slick outer lips of her pussy. Buffy stroked upwards again, repeating the motion in the same direction each time until she felt confident enough to push past Willow's outer folds. Willow gave another gasp, but this time less erotic and more pained.
Buffy disengaged her mouth from Willow and said, "Did I ... was it too much?"
"Little bit," Willow said, sounding as though her eyes were watering.
"Sorry," Buffy said. "Slayer strength, you know."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, being a Slayer is a neverending source of tribulation. It's no big deal. Just, y'know, be more gentle."
"OK." Buffy moved her fingers back and began again, being as careful as she could not to hurt Willow. After a few slow pumps in and out, she twisted her hand round slightly so that her thumb could circle Willow's clit. After fumbling slightly, she settled into a steady rhythm, fingers and thumb and her lips against the enticing hardness of Willow's nipple.
Willow's breathing became ragged as Buffy began to increase the tempo. All too soon, her muscles clamped themselves around Buffy's fingers, and she gave a short, semi-coherent yell.
Willow came down from her orgasm slowly, little aftershocks pulsing through Buffy's fingers as she gently withdrew them. Buffy kissed her again, but Willow was momentarily too blissed out to respond properly, so she contented herself with snuggling up next to her.
"Wow," Willow said. "You were ... wow."
Buffy smiled, uncertain what to say in response. Before the silence became uncomfortable, Willow said, "OK, now it's my turn to do the work." Then she kissed Buffy, a deep kiss full of promise.
Quickly, and without really knowing how it happened, Buffy found herself lying back on Willow's bed, the positions reversed now as Willow was above her, kissing her neck, then her breasts, then down past her belly button to--
Having focused so much on Willow up until now, Buffy was suddenly very aware of how aroused she herself had become. As Willow reached her pussy, Buffy spread her legs apart to accommodate her kneeling between them. Willow began with a series of soft kisses on her mound, before beginning to make slow licks that mirrored the actions of Buffy's own fingers earlier. And then, the tip of her tongue sought out Buffy's rapidly stiffening clit. Willow swirled her tongue around it, then went back to licking. She alternated between these with a maddening lack of predictability, driving Buffy closer and closer to the edge but always keeping the final moments tantalisingly away. Buffy ground her hips up into Willow's mouth, grabbing onto her head to force it downwards.
"Hey!" Willow shouted. Instantly, Buffy let go and sank back into the bed, mortified at what she'd just done. Willow looked up at her accusingly. "My turn to do the work. Your turn to lie back."
"OK, lying back, coming up." Buffy relaxed her spine and shook her legs slightly to make the point.
"Good," Willow said. "Good," she said again, as though convincing herself. Then she lowered her head again, this time putting one hand on each of Buffy's thighs. Willow's tongue returned to the same irregular pattern of licks and kisses as before, quickly bringing her back to the same tantalising situation, poised on the cliff edge but never pushing her over. Buffy bit her lip in frustration.
Just as Buffy thought she was going to go mad with wanting, Willow switched to a steadier rhythm, and brought two fingers up to slide into Buffy's welcoming wetness. Barely had she reached upwards with them than an immense climax ripped through Buffy. Her hands thrashed at the bedsheets and she grunted, and all the while Willow maintained her tireless licking, until finally Buffy had to push her away.
Willow disengaged herself from between Buffy's legs and clambered back up the bed, crawling under the covers of the bed for the first time that night. Buffy snuggled in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She nibbled gently on Willow's earlobe, then whispered into it, "You definitely get an A-plus from me."
Author: ionlylurkhere
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2200
Summary: The prompt says it best: "Buffy/Willow: pre-Tara and post-Oz, Buffy is having trouble comforting a distraught Willow".
Notes: Written for mrsdrjackson in the One Night Stand ficathon (for which it is rather late; sorry). Thanks to livii for a very helpful beta; any errors that remain are, of course, my fault.
Buffy whistled quietly as she walked up the corridor to her dorm room. It had started as "The sun has got his hat on", but quickly morphed into something more improvised around a theme of whichever notes she could make her lips do today. A bit like that free-form jazz Giles liked to listen to. Though, if she was completely honest with herself, it wasn't very good. So, just like Giles's free-form jazz.
As soon as she opened the door, though, her cheery mood evaporated. Willow was sitting on her bed with her head in her hands. Buffy could hear her sobbing quietly into her palms.
Buffy crossed quickly to the bed, noting absently that despite Willow's distress it was still perfectly made-up, and sat down next to her friend, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Will? What's wrong?"
Willow nodded towards her night stand, and it took Buffy a moment to realise what among its contents was the object of Willow's grief. But as soon as she did, the big red "B+" in a circle at the top of her returned Ancient Civilizations paper told her everything she needed to know.
Buffy pulled Willow's hands down and held them in her own, so that she could look into her eyes. "Willow, it's one paper. In a subject you already decided you're not going to major or minor in." Buffy well remembered Willow's long rambling discussion of all the factual inaccuracies she'd come across even in the first lecture, with occasional digressions into grumbling that having used the artefacts for magic made her theories rather more likely to be true than those of people who'd just read a bunch of books about them.
"Stupid narrow-minded faculty," Willow said flatly. "That's probably why they gave me a B, as a punishment for showing them up."
"Even if it is a B, it's a B-plus. Look, cheery plus sign!" None of this seemed to mollify Willow, but then Buffy remembered something she'd read in the UC Sunnydale orientation material and instantly decided would never have any application to her own college career. "And hey, they give 4.33s for A-pluses here. You can totally still get a 4.0 GPA!"
Willow brightened slightly. "Oh, I know, I know," she said, wresting one hand away from Buffy to wipe her nose with. "But it's just ... y'know, everything's going wrong at the moment. Oz, and that spell last week ... oh, god, Buffy, what did I do to you all?"
Buffy gripped her hands tighter. "You are completely forgiven for the spell."
"Because I made cookies?" Willow smiled.
"Because we love you, Willow." Buffy wrapped her friend up in a big hug. "Though the cookies were awesome."
Willow burst into tears again on Buffy's shoulder. "Sorry," she sniffed. "It's just ... you know, you said you all love me and I know you do but there's love and there's lurve, right? And you're all 'ooh! tension!'y with Riley and Xander's got Anya and even Giles has that Olivia lady and here I am and Oz has left me and I'm clearly never going to be lurved again."
Buffy moved herself gently away to put her hands on Willow's shoulders. "What are we going to do with you, Willow?"
"Ooh, I know! We could drown my sorrows with alcohol! That ... would be a very, very bad idea," Willow finished as she caught Buffy's look. "What do you mean, then, what are you going to do with me?"
"I mean, look at yourself!" Buffy said. "You're, like, supersmart. Totally the smartest person I know. And funny and kind and beautiful and smart, did I say smart already?, and--"
And then Willow was kissing her. Before Buffy really knew what was happening she was kissing her back, and she tasted of strawberries, and then Buffy was kissing away the tears from her cheeks as she held her head in both hands, and then they were kissing again, harder this time, tongues sliding over lips and teeth.
Before too long, they were lying on Willow's bed, and Buffy was above her but her hands were under her shirt, roaming and gently cupping one bra-covered breast. All at once it was the most natural thing in the world and the bravest thing she'd ever done.
Buffy's other hand was just beginning to explore the possibilities of the other breast when Willow froze, shrinking away from Buffy's touch. It seemed like odd timing for Willow to decide to get cold feet, or cold nipples, or whatever the appropriate--
"Buffy ..." Willow was looking past her at the window. Oh, god, were frat boys hiding in a tree and watching? Was Xander watching? That might in fact be enough to kill her with shame.
When Buffy followed Willow's gaze, though, it turned out it was just a demon. A big scaly grey demon with gross gnarly bits protruding from its face that had somehow climbed in through the window -- probably it was all gooey on the inside or something equally disgusting -- and was now pointing a desperately-in-need-of-a-manicure finger a few inches from Willow's face.
"Willow Rosenberg!" it said. Its voice was appropriately growly, which was good in a way, because the tiny squeaky fear demon at Hallowe'en had been a major let down, all in all. "I am the Adjudicator! I judge the mortal stock and destroy all those who are unworthy."
"Oh, please," Buffy said, wearily levering herself off the bed. "Literal much?"
"Willow Rosenberg! I will grade thee and smite thee!" bellowed the demon, shaking its tusked head back and forth like a whinnying horse, though that probably wasn't the effect it was going for.
"What-ever." Buffy dropped into a crouch and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick straight to the monster's torso, propelling it straight through the open window and down onto the paving stones below, where a sickening crack told her that it hadn't been so gooey after all, and was definitely, definitely dead. "Demons. They're just not even trying any more, are they?" She turned back to Willow. "So, where were we?"
"Look, Buffy, if you ..."
"If I what?"
"If you don't want to, if you want to stop, if it's all 'Woah! Willow!', that's fine. 'Cos, y'know, there I am, all needy and pathetic and weepy and maybe you just kissed me back out of pity--"
"You think that was pity? And what about ..." Tentatively, she put her hand back on Willow's breast, and smiled at her when she saw Willow's eyes light up involuntarily.
Willow gulped. "Look, Buffy, I'm not sure I want this to be ... the beginning of anything. 'Cos, y'know, maybe it would be but maybe it wouldn't and ... Can it just be a thing by itself?"
For a moment, Buffy thought about Parker, and the hopes he'd let her have to get what he wanted, and Riley, and what her hopes were there. "Sure," she said.
"OK, good, that's a relief. I mean, maybe one of is about to have this big 'But I'm a Cheerleader!' moment or maybe not, but I mean, obviously, I was never a cheerleader and you were, not that I'm implying you're more likely to turn out to be ... But maybe, maybe, maybe we never speak of it again, because, oh boy, I really wish I wasn't speaking right now. Or maybe both of those things happen--"
Buffy kissed her, which at least achieved the not-speaking-right-now thing.
They tumbled back onto the bed, kissing graduating to nibbling and sucking as increasing amounts of clothes fell to the floor until they were finally completely naked, entwined with each other on the bedspread. Buffy ran her fingers down the side of Willow's torso, her hand coming to rest on her hip. Willow responded by placing a tentative hand on Buffy's right breast. Emboldened, Buffy bent down to kiss the pale skin of Willow's chest ... just as Willow was doing exactly the same thing to her.
"Oww!" Buffy said loudly, sitting upright.
"Oww!" Willow said, even louder.
They both said "Sorry!" simultaneously before dissolving into giggles.
By the time they'd stopped laughing, Buffy's healing powers had pretty much taken care of the minor injury, but she noticed that Willow was still rubbing her forehead. She took Willow's hand away and gently kissed the tender spot where their heads had crashed into one another. Then she leaned down and kissed her full on the lips once more. Before long, they were lying down as they had been before. Buffy put her hand back on Willow's hip. "Now, wait a moment," Willow said. "I think we need some sort of ... traffic control system."
"How about," Buffy said, alternating speaking with kisses on the swell of Willow's breast, "you lie back, and let me do all the work?"
"OK, that sounds ... nice," Willow said, wriggling down the bed slightly so that her whole body was relaxed.
Buffy continued to kiss Willow's breast while stroking slowly up and down her thighs, teasingly getting closer and closer each time to the growing wetness between them. Willow gasped as Buffy finally took her nipple between her teeth at the same time as her fingers reached the slick outer lips of her pussy. Buffy stroked upwards again, repeating the motion in the same direction each time until she felt confident enough to push past Willow's outer folds. Willow gave another gasp, but this time less erotic and more pained.
Buffy disengaged her mouth from Willow and said, "Did I ... was it too much?"
"Little bit," Willow said, sounding as though her eyes were watering.
"Sorry," Buffy said. "Slayer strength, you know."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, being a Slayer is a neverending source of tribulation. It's no big deal. Just, y'know, be more gentle."
"OK." Buffy moved her fingers back and began again, being as careful as she could not to hurt Willow. After a few slow pumps in and out, she twisted her hand round slightly so that her thumb could circle Willow's clit. After fumbling slightly, she settled into a steady rhythm, fingers and thumb and her lips against the enticing hardness of Willow's nipple.
Willow's breathing became ragged as Buffy began to increase the tempo. All too soon, her muscles clamped themselves around Buffy's fingers, and she gave a short, semi-coherent yell.
Willow came down from her orgasm slowly, little aftershocks pulsing through Buffy's fingers as she gently withdrew them. Buffy kissed her again, but Willow was momentarily too blissed out to respond properly, so she contented herself with snuggling up next to her.
"Wow," Willow said. "You were ... wow."
Buffy smiled, uncertain what to say in response. Before the silence became uncomfortable, Willow said, "OK, now it's my turn to do the work." Then she kissed Buffy, a deep kiss full of promise.
Quickly, and without really knowing how it happened, Buffy found herself lying back on Willow's bed, the positions reversed now as Willow was above her, kissing her neck, then her breasts, then down past her belly button to--
Having focused so much on Willow up until now, Buffy was suddenly very aware of how aroused she herself had become. As Willow reached her pussy, Buffy spread her legs apart to accommodate her kneeling between them. Willow began with a series of soft kisses on her mound, before beginning to make slow licks that mirrored the actions of Buffy's own fingers earlier. And then, the tip of her tongue sought out Buffy's rapidly stiffening clit. Willow swirled her tongue around it, then went back to licking. She alternated between these with a maddening lack of predictability, driving Buffy closer and closer to the edge but always keeping the final moments tantalisingly away. Buffy ground her hips up into Willow's mouth, grabbing onto her head to force it downwards.
"Hey!" Willow shouted. Instantly, Buffy let go and sank back into the bed, mortified at what she'd just done. Willow looked up at her accusingly. "My turn to do the work. Your turn to lie back."
"OK, lying back, coming up." Buffy relaxed her spine and shook her legs slightly to make the point.
"Good," Willow said. "Good," she said again, as though convincing herself. Then she lowered her head again, this time putting one hand on each of Buffy's thighs. Willow's tongue returned to the same irregular pattern of licks and kisses as before, quickly bringing her back to the same tantalising situation, poised on the cliff edge but never pushing her over. Buffy bit her lip in frustration.
Just as Buffy thought she was going to go mad with wanting, Willow switched to a steadier rhythm, and brought two fingers up to slide into Buffy's welcoming wetness. Barely had she reached upwards with them than an immense climax ripped through Buffy. Her hands thrashed at the bedsheets and she grunted, and all the while Willow maintained her tireless licking, until finally Buffy had to push her away.
Willow disengaged herself from between Buffy's legs and clambered back up the bed, crawling under the covers of the bed for the first time that night. Buffy snuggled in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She nibbled gently on Willow's earlobe, then whispered into it, "You definitely get an A-plus from me."