Disaster Relief, part two

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Here's the next part of the smutfic, this time with actual smut. Don't read any further if you're too young *looks stern*


Warning: Adult themes, language and behavior.

All previous parts are here
This part is continued from here
***

"Hey, Red?"

"Yes?"

"Just wondering. If my shield spell were to give out... How would I know?"

Willow frowned. The two of them were still huddled under the blanket together and somewhere along the line her head had wound up on Faith's shoulder.

"Well, you'd be thinking about sex a whole lot. And you'd be all hot and bothered. And, uh..."

"This is me here," the slayer reminded her.

Willow's head jerked up quickly. "Good point," she conceded and shifted away.

"What about you?"

"What what?"

"How's your shield holding?"

"Oh, I'm never gonna ever have sex again."

"That so?"

"Mmm hmm. No more sex for this little witch. Sex is bad."

"Depends if the person you're doing it with knows their way around or not," said Faith with her typical sense of apropos.

Willow scowled. "Not funny."

"I think it is. You really expect me to believe you're a born again virgin, do you?"

"Yup."

"Quit joking around."

"I'm not!"

"Then you're lying to yourself which is worse. There's no way someone who surfs the wave like you do could walk away now."

"Surfing?" Willow was confused. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"You know," Faith's face dissolved into a parody of sexual ecstasy for a second. "The trashy romance novel orgasm metaphor? Waves breaking and all that crap."

Willow was surprised. Considering who she was dealing with here, that was a remarkably tactful way of saying... Hey, wait a minute!

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"No."

"But I 'go surfing' a lot, is that it?" she wondered, adding the quotation marks with vicious irony.

"I never..."

"Because I'm a lesbian? Is it because I like girls? That crazy skanky Willow Rosenberg who can't wait to do it with anything that has a pair of boobs? Is that it? Huh? Huh?"

"Chill out, Red."

"No, I won't! Because this always happens! As soon as a girl starts to take charge of her own sexuality, it's like she's automatically labeled a sex fiend or something!"

"Takes charge of...?" Faith was confused. "What?"

"So I like girls. So what? Just because I'm surrounded by pretty slayers all day doesn't mean I think of them like that! That doesn't mean I'm some pervy nymphomaniac or, or, well you know what I mean! Giles gets to fondle them and stuff after practice. He does massages and bandages and stuff. But no one's calling HIM a hornball!"

Faith put a hand over her mouth. Willow's eyes bugged out.

"Easy, Red. Pot and kettle, remember? I don't go 'round judging anyone, especially not for who they're with."

"Mmmff mmm hmmm wfff," said Willow.

Faith dropped her hand. "Say what?"

"Then what DID you mean?"

"Oh. I... I dunno. I always saw you as the mouse of the group back in the day. Thought you just followed the others around 'cause you were afraid to be left behind. Never crossed my mind you'd have the stones to be..."

The witch's eyes narrowed dangerously. "To be what?"

"Your own person." Faith made a face. "Sounds corny out loud, sorry. That's why I don't do words most of the time."

Willow didn't care about that. "I don't understand. Mouse or lesbian, it still hasn't got anything to do with... uh... doing things. Not to doing them so much that I become a 'surfing expert' anyhow."

Faith shrugged. "I never said you were a slut, okay? I just figure that switching teams had to be a huge step for someone like you."

Okay, this was not getting any better. Now as well as being angry about the nymphomaniac surfer comment, Willow was angry about the 'someone like you' line. She glared at Faith. "Thanks. That really makes me feel better."

"I'm not trying to. I'm just explaining. When someone can be like that, when they don't let the hang ups get in the way of what they want, that's hot. Take what you want when you want it and screw the consequences. Say what you like, Red, you're driven by the urge same as anyone."

"I loved Tara!"

"Yeah, so?"

"So it wasn't about the sex."

"But that was part of it. A big part. You weren't going up to her room every night just to play cards, were you?" Before Willow could open her mouth to reply, Faith continued, "Look, love or not, that's not the question. Whatever else there was, you two clicked. Stop trying to make it sound like the platonic love affair of the century when she introduced you to the joys of the strap-on."

"I could very easily turn you into a frog right now, you know that?"

Faith grinned. "You in the mood for a really long tongue tonight, princess?"

"You are sick."

"No, I'm honest. So I like sex. I think about sex. Big whoop. It's not the end of the world. Sex isn't 'bad', it just is. And you are not gonna give it up."

"Is that a threat or an offer?"

"Which would you prefer?"

Willow stared at her. "I am not like you."

"No."

"I need to love a person before..."

"Yes."

"I don't do casual!"

"Fine."

***

Sex with Xander wasn't like any kind of sex Buffy had had before.

The cold hard truth was that, while only one of her previous lovers had been human (one night stands with sleazy frat boys called Parker notwithstanding), even Riley was far from normal. She was used to partners who could follow her lead and keep up with a demanding slayer. No, it was more than that. If only to herself, she could admit that romantic lovemaking was not her strong point. It wasn't even her favorite. In Buffy's experienced opinion, good sex fed the same impulses that fighting did. It was a battle of wills and needs and strength and power. At times submissive, at times dominant, she could let go of all her worries for a while, give up on Buffy Summers and revel in her role as the Slayer in all its animalistic glory.

Sex with Xander wasn't like that. Well, it couldn't be, could it? If she really cut loose, she might end up snapping him in two. No, with Xander, she had to be considerate. Careful. Gentle and soft. It wasn't entirely new for her but it was the first time she had this much fun in the process.

"Unh!" he groaned into her ear.

His hand sat lightly on the nape of her neck. The two of them were still both fully clothed, both in T-shirts and jeans and sneakers, lying on the dusty floor of the empty corridor. She'd unzipped his fly, unbuttoned her jeans just enough to be able to take him inside herself and now they were grinding gently together while she sucked on his collar bone.

At the height of the ritual magic a couple of hours ago, it hadn't been like this. The details were a little hazy but there had been a definite element of sweaty nudity involved. Enough that her image of him had undergone a radical shift, if only on the physical level. It had been fast and rough and wild and demanding but it hadn't been intimate, just convenient. At that point, Xander was only a handy tool to get the job done. Now though, she could enjoy the fact it was him she was lying on, rising and falling with his every gasping breath. Cradled in his arms. It wasn't fast or rough. There were no demands beyond simply being here together. It was... Ooooh yes!

"I'm going to cum, Xan," she whispered against his skin.

His hand stroked her neck. The other one rested on the small of her back.

"Are you close?" she asked him.

"N-no," he managed.

"Okay. Just..." She moaned. "Don't stop."

Having said this, she came.

***

"This is s-ooooh wrong," Willow moaned.

"Yeah."

"We should... We should... STOP!"

"Yeah."

"Do that again."

Faith did it again.

"Oh god!"

They were still wrapped in the blanket. After the glaring match had devolved into a make out session, Faith's hand had snaked down Willow's body, squeezing and stroking its way toward the thin film of cotton between the her legs. At first, Willow had tried to resist. The guilt was still so strong that she felt sure she could never look Dawn or Buffy in the eye again and the thought of doing this here, now and with Faith of all people was almost scary. But it felt good too. Very, very good. So she'd parted her thighs as Faith reached for her core and deepened their kiss when the fingers of a girl she hadn't even liked very much just a few hours ago began their explorations.

Ten minutes later, she was panting like a dog as three of those fingers plunged into her with increasing frenzy.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Do it, Red."

Their lips met again and Faith swallowed the witch's loud screams as she climaxed, bucking and jerking in the slayer's arms. Shuddering against the other girl's fingers, Willow's mind went blank.

***

"Can y-you hear something?" asked Xander.

Buffy paused for a second, still vaguely conscious of just how exposed they currently were. If one of the girls came looking for her, she wouldn't be able to explain her way out of this no matter how hard she tried. Straining her slayer hearing to its limits, she listened with bated breath. And blinked.

"Exactly where is Willow right now?"

"Ground floor. Near the back."

"So... Almost directly underneath us then?"

"I guh-guess. We should really stop this and go find her."

Buffy frowned thoughtfully. "Um. No," she decided after careful consideration. "I don't think that would be a good idea right now."

"But..."

Looking back down at him, she cocked her head to one side. "Besides, do you really want to get up right now?" She shifted her weight strategically.

"Hyeeesh!"

"Didn't think so."

Xander glared at her. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?"

Buffy smirked. "So what else is new?"

***

After her third orgasm, Willow pulled away.

"Enough," she gasped. "That's... Oh boy... Where'd you learn to do that?"

Pulling her fingers out with a loud wet pop, Faith started sucking them clean with exaggerated relish. Willow's mouth went dry.

"If I said I picked up a few tricks in prison, would you believe me?" the slayer asked playfully in between licks.

Willow swallowed. "Prison?"

"Just like in those dirty movies Harris loves so much. Lots of girl on girl action. Fun times in the showers."

"R-really?"

Something dark passed behind Faith's playful leer. "No. Not really."

"Oh."

Leaning forward, she claimed Willow's lips in another searing kiss. "This is better," Faith pronounced, making Willow laugh when they broke apart again. With a speculative glance at the ceiling, she asked, "How're you feeling now?"

"Post-orgasmic."

"Nice."

"Mmm hmm."

"Still guilty about Dawn?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"What happened just now, you and me. That scarred you for life, did it?"

"Huh? No. Of course not."

"Then why should Summers Jr be any different?"

"Because she's... she's not..."

"Not into girls? Me either but I can still enjoy playing with them, can't I?"

"No I mean, she's a kid."

"She's almost nineteen. I'm not saying there's an age limit or anything but, unless you guys kept her off the Internet for the past few years, even if she hasn't been with anyone yet, which you don't know, she's seen more than enough about how it all works to be able to make her own choices now. And not to burst your bubble, Red, but magic or no magic she's way strong enough to stop you if you're pushing her somewhere she does not want to go."

"I know all that. I do. But she's so much younger than us! I can still remember her pigtails! How is it alright to get sexy with someone when you can remember their pigtails, huh?"

"All girls have had pigtails at least once in their life."

"You too?"

"I'm an exception. Never had all that much innocence to lose." She shot the witch a look out of the corner of her eye. "Still, when I had my way with Harris back in the day, he was committing statutory rape. Least I think that's what the law would call it."

This piece of information caused Willow to freeze in mid-angst buildup. "What?"

"It's true. His eighteen to my fifteen. If we're talking legal here, then I wasn't."

"Fifteen? I thought you were only two years younger than us."

"I am, give or take a month or three."

"How old are you now?"

"Let's just say that in a few weeks time, if my name wasn't still on the FBI most wanted list, I could use my real ID if I got carded."

"Oh. Oh boy."

"Trippy, huh? There's less difference between me and Dawn than there is between me and you."

"Oh boy."

"And if anyone's the big bad wolf in this little scenario you and me have got going right here, it's not the scary older witch, trust me."

"Oh boy." Willow shook her head. "But... It's different with the two of us."

"Hyeah. Ten minutes ago, you still thought I hated you. Dawn knows you love her."

"No, I meant..."

Faith waved her off. "Bottom line here, Red, is that if you take the 'kid sis' factor out of the equation, you boinking Dawn is no different to what happened with any of the rest of us. It's just tonight's crazy going around. There's no reason for her to be any more traumatized by it than anyone else. She's not going to need counseling any time soon. You want to feel bad about something, feel bad about Angel having trouble sitting down tomorrow."

"Oh crap! I'd forgotten about that!"

"See? Plenty of other things to feel guilt about come morning. Just let it go, okay? When the dust settles, you and Summers Jr can talk it out. She'll yell, you'll cringe and then bygones'll be bygones."

"Maybe. I just hope Dawnie won't hate me."

"She won't. She doesn't now." Faith glanced up at the ceiling again and smirked. "Neither does B. Everyone's just pissed, that's all. Happens sometimes. Blows over eventually."

"Yeah."

Faith stroked Willow's shoulder, incidentally tugging the strap of her bra off in the process. "You still think you're gonna go with that revirginization plan of yours?"

The witch shuddered. "Maybe not," she admitted.

"Didn't think so. So long as everyone knows the score, this is the one game you're never going to want to lose."

"I've never done something like this before though."

"Sex for sex's sake?"

"Yes. I... It's not something I'm good with. Usually, I have to love a person before... well, you know."

"Don't go falling for me, Red."

Willow didn't even need to think about it. "Oh, I won't."

Faith blinked. Then laughed. "Good to know how hot you think I'm not."

"Hotness doesn't have anything to do with it. I just... It's not that I don't like you, because I kind of do in a, you know, friendly way. But..."

"I'm not the girl for you?"

"You're not into girls normally, are you?"

"Well, no."

"So there's no need to speculate."

"Still. I'm interested now. Why not?"

"Because... I don't know. A whole lot of different reasons. What we just did..."

"Not good?"

"Very good. Very, very good. Three times good, in fact."

"And?"

"And, it's enough." At Faith's expression, Willow hastened to explain, "I-I don't mean, you know, enough enough. Not the 'That's all folks' kind of enough. More like the 'it can't get better than this right now' kind of enough."

The slayer grinned. "That's me."

Willow rolled her eyes but didn't correct her. "I still miss Tara," she said instead.

"Oh. Yeah. Right. I only met her that one time, but she seemed..."

"Well built?"

"Chick was stacked better than a public library."

Willow let that one slide with a rueful nod. "I still miss her a lot," she said. "Don't get me wrong, I really did care for Kennedy. Still do. She's a great person. If I hadn't had Tara's memory hanging over me like a shadow, we might have lasted a long longer than we did. But Tara is still with me and she's not going away any time soon and until she does or until I can let her go or whatever, I'm not really looking to be in love anymore. With anyone."

Faith wasn't used to serious conversation and certainly not about subjects as deep and dark as lost loved ones and mourning. "I was sad when Robbie died," she said finally.

Willow frowned. "Robin? You two were close?"

"Just fuck buddies." Something in her voice earned her a serious look. "Okay, maybe not 'just' anything," she admitted. "He was a good guy. If he'd made it out with us then, who knows?" Faith sighed. "Sucks that he died but what can you do?"

"He was very brave," said Willow.

"Yeah. Stupid too. Pulling dumb jokes to stop me from... If I'd known how bad it was... Even B had to go to the ER. If Robbie's pride hadn't choked him so hard, he could have told us how bad he was hurt and..."

"He got us all out alive."

"And died ten minutes before we could reach the hospital."

Willow laid a hand on Faith's arm. "It's a shame he's gone."

Faith sniffed. "Yeah."

They sat in silence for a while, each mulling over the other's loss. Then Willow said, "Too many people die in our line of work."

"Uh hunh."

"When you think about it, we could be next."

"Could be."

"So there's no sense in wasting our lives feeling guilty about silly things, is there?"

"Things like backfired spells and boinking your best friend's kid sister, you mean?"

"Thanks for the reminder."

"Any time. And yeah. No sense wasting life."

Willow held out a hand to her. "Friends?"

Faith hesitated for a second and then shook it. "This is gonna sound pathetic, I know, but I never had a friend before now. Not in so many words. I mean, there's Angel, but he's more of a mentor or something. And a guy. It's different with a girl."

"You can say that again," Willow joked.

"Ha ha. Seriously though, how does it work?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Just trying to figure this out. Friends. I'm not into all the girly stuff like sharing feelings or whatever. I don't do social."

"We can work on that."

"Yeah?"

"Uh hunh. We'll start off slow. How 'bout movies? Me and Buffy and Xander have this thing we do sometimes where we rent a movie and get some popcorn and just hang out together. That's all laid back and fun. No stress. You and me could do it too."

"Are we talking Brokeback here or Die Hard?"

Willow made a face. "Why not American Pie? That's got some sweetness and some sexy and no one gets blown up or stabbed."

"Can't have everything, I guess," said Faith. "I'm game."

"It's a date then."

"A date?"

Willow looked worried. "N-not a real date type date."

"Completely casual then."

If anything, the witch's worried expression grew even more worried. "Why do I get the impression you mean something smutty when you say that?"

"Because you're a bright girl."

"Faith! Th-this isn't going to be a lasting arrangement, you kno-" Faith's other hand came up to stroke her bare thigh and she hiccoughed. "O-Oh!"

"I'm not saying it should be. But there's nothing that says we can't have some friendly fun together when the mood is right."

"I... I..."

"You up for round two?"

Willow surprised herself by laughing. "More like round four. And I get the impression you'll have your way whether I'm up for it or not."

"Like I said, you're a bright girl."

***

"Buff?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Need t-to slow down or I'm... I'm gonna lose it."

Buffy stopped moving.

"Thanks," Xander managed.

Beneath her, his body was thrumming with ferocious tension but despite that his hands sat only lightly on her hips, as if he was afraid to break her by losing control of himself. It was a weird feeling, knowing how wild she was driving him and how much her presence was keeping him contained at the same time. And it struck her then that he was being considerate too. As if he truly believed she would have trouble keeping up with him if he got too excited.

Speaking of excitement, just what the heck was going on downstairs? Pretty soon slayer hearing wouldn't be necessary to be able to hear Willow's loud moaning if she kept that up.

Later on, when she thought back to this moment in time, Buffy would always blame the ritual magic for the evil idea that struck her. Not to be swayed, Xander would then point out that her desire for revenge must at least have been a contributing factor. And Willow, listening red-faced to their conversation, would always wind up pleading with the both of them to drop the subject and go back to watching the movie because they were going to miss the best part.

Whatever the explanation, there was no denying that lying there in that corridor on top of Xander Harris, Buffy Summers had just come up with a plan that would be the source of conversation and embarrassment for many years to come. Now all she had to figure out was how to make it happen.

The magic in the air would help, no doubt about that, but it couldn't change their basic Buffy, Xander and Willow-ness. Even tangled up in the effects of the ritual, Buffy had to admit that she still had control over herself. This wasn't like the spell on RJ's jacket back home that pitted her and Dawn at each other's throats, fighting over a guy with the brains of a stunned pigeon and all the charm of a houseful of frat boys after an all night bender. This wasn't like the time in college either, when a poltergeisty mind whammy made her and Riley so hot for each other they both almost died of dehydration before someone broke the door down. And neither was this like the time black magic rendered Xander irresistible and she subsequently attempted seduction by raincoat on him in the library.

It was almost scary how much experience they'd had with mind-altering sex spells when you thought about it.

Still, right now Buffy was in control of herself. She could stop and start at will. She could appreciate her partner's consideration. She could hold herself back to protect him. All things that had not been widely featured in any of those previous instances. Which meant... Well, she didn't want to look too deeply into what it meant but one thing was undeniable: this time no one was going to do anything that was completely out of character. And the idea she'd just had, while quite harmless in its own way, was hardly something the Scoobs would do under normal circumstances. Faith on the other hand...

Turning her focus back to more pressing matters, Buffy looked down at Xander. She'd seen his face in all kinds of different situations. She'd seen him happy, sad, disgusted and angry. She'd seen him sleeping and laughing and doubting and supportive. It was a face she knew like she knew her own. But this was the first time she had seen him completely torn up by pure sexual pleasure. She liked it.

"Breathe, Xan," she urged gently, sitting up so that she was straddling his hips instead of lying full on top of him. He practically wailed at the shift in weight and she stroked the side of his face to soothe him. "Slow and easy. Just relax."

"Slow and easy." Xander stifled a broken laugh. "Right."

"We've got all night. No pressure."

"All night. No pressure. Hah."

Some of the tension was fading. His arms weren't shaking anymore. His breathing was becoming more even. She brushed a lock of sweaty hair from his forehead, careful not to knock the patch out of place.

"Better now?" she asked him.

"Getting there," he acknowledged.

"I'm sorry about your eye."

"What?"

"You were so pretty before Caleb."

"Still am."

That drew a sad smile out of her. She touched the patch.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Sometimes. I still remember it hurting, anyhow. Like fire in my head. Fire and pressure and pain."

"I'm sorry."

She tightened herself around his shaft and he groaned.

"Not your fault. I'm the one who always followed the pretty blonde all the time. Had to pay the price sooner or later."

"You should have led a normal life."

"Normal's boring. Ask normal people if you don't believe me. Plus, there are less hotties to play with."

"Always a plus to the slaying lifestyle," she admitted.

"See? Bright side."

"You didn't always follow me."

"And look how well that worked out."

She toyed with a curl of hair on his temple and rotated her hips softly.

"Keep that up and I'm gonna blow," he warned.

She stopped.

"Thanks."

Neither really understood why it mattered so much. There was no need for birth control since the stab wound during the battle with the First had rendered Buffy unable to get pregnant. No need to worry about STDs since the regular monthly check up with Giles' doctor friend in London had given everyone the all clear. No problem performance-wise since reliable sources pegged Xander as a lot more than a one hit wonder at the worst of times. All either of them knew was that they wanted to draw this moment out for as long as they could.

Buffy couldn't deny that witnessing the effects of the stop-and-start rhythm on her best male friend was a serious turn on.

"You were right not to follow me that second time," she told him. "The vineyard. I didn't have a plan."

"Neither did Faith."

"She didn't ask you guys to follow her."

"No."

"And she listened to what you had to say."

"Yes."

"And she looked way hot in tight jeans."

"Always has."

"Was she any good?"

"As a leader?"

"In bed."

He looked up at her. "It was my first time, Buff."

"Still. Was she good?"

"All things considered? Not bad."

"Good as me?"

"Not sure yet."

They challenged each other silently.

"She's playing with Willow downstairs," Buffy told him. "I can hear them."

His eye widened. "What? We should-"

"Let them be," she finished for him. "We should let them be. They're both big girls."

"But Willow's gonna be so upset tomorrow!"

"I don't think so. Not badly, anyway. Embarrassed, yes. Sad, no. And..." Buffy made a show of listening carefully although there was barely a need to strain herself anymore to pick out the noises of the couple below, "Right now, she's having the time of her life."

"Buffy!"

He started to sit up but she laid a hand on his shoulder.

"The magic isn't making us crazy, Xan, just horny."

"So?"

"So if Willow didn't want to be with Faith right now, she wouldn't be."

"How can you know that?"

"The same way I know that if I didn't want to be with you now, I wouldn't be."

He stopped struggling.

"Willow can defend herself, Xan. Against Faith. Against me. She's a big girl. Start treating her like one."

"I... I don't want her to get hurt. I don't want any of you to get hurt."

Buffy pushed him back down, pinning him with her own body.

"We can deal."

"Buff..."

She arched herself off him just enough to be able to reach down between them. "Tell me that it doesn't turn you on to think that right now, a few feet away, our best friend is getting a tongue bath from the resident bad girl."

"Oh guh!"

She squeezed gently. "Wanna have a screaming contest?"

"OH MY GOD, BUFFY!"

***
TBC...
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Author's notes: As this is very much an impulsive fic, the story line remains pretty open. I know where I started from and I know where I want to end up but how I get there remains open to suggestions. If there are any pairings you'd like to see in future parts, just drop a line in the comments and I'll see what I can do. So far, we've got some Faith/Giles booked by gianna24 . Look out for that somewhere around part four or five :)

Thanks for reading!