Disclaimer; Joss owns all, I’m just visiting his planet.

Rating; Like I gotta tell you that it’s NC-17?  It’s another round of On Occasion, and by now y’all know that means more femme on femme action with Buffy and Willow.  Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Spoilers for Helpless.

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Summary; While Buffy recovers from her Rite of Passage ordeal, Willow decides to have some fun.

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On Occasion; In the Kitchen

By Kirayoshi

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“Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me,
I'd never willingly
Do you harm.

Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know...

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together.”

—Depeche Mode
“A Question of Lust”

     Man I hate birthdays!

     For the second year in a row, my birthday turned out to be a nightmare.  Last year at this time, my first (and last, I swear!) sexual encounter with Angel robbed him of his soul, and created my greatest enemy, the monster Angelus.

     And yesterday, on my big One-Eight, the Watcher’s Council forced me to face a psychotic vamp named Krelik, minus my Slayer powers. They made Giles pump me full of some muscle relaxant, while Krelik kidnapped my mother.  Giles ended up rebelling against the Council, who fired him.  They’re now sending a new Watcher in his place, and expect me to follow his lead.

     Yeah, they expect me to follow him.  Yeah right!  They don’t know this but I have no intention of following the Council ever again.  They betrayed me, they used Giles against me.  As far as I’m concerned, they’re as much the enemy as any vampire.

     Anyway, all I wanted to do, after the Scoobs and Mom threw me a quickie birthday party, was crawl into my bed and fall asleep.

     Turned out to be easier than I thought.  And more fun.  Somehow I was expecting to have a nightmare with Krelik in a starring role.  I  half-expected to see him terrorizing Mom and me again.

     Instead, I found myself having one of the most erotic dreams I ever had.  I was sunbathing on a deserted stretch of beach, completely nude, when I felt something burrow against my groin.  When I opened my eyes, there she was, my goddess, my lover, my Willow.  She had her head between my legs, her tongue performing its magic on my most sensitive spots…Oh yeah, this is my kind of dream.  I didn’t move… I couldn’t move…Hell, who wants to move under these circumstances?

     The dream faded, and I found myself awakening.  Man, what a let down!

     Or was it?  Those strange sensations were still there, that familiar and welcome wetness between my legs, that tingling in my clitoris.  I leaned  my head forward and saw Willow’s hair over my groin, her tongue firmly planted in place.  Oh yeah, she was going at it like there was no tomorrow!  It didn’t take her long to send me down the road to Orgasm-land.  Ooh yeah!  You can wake me up like that any day, Willow!

     The very first thing I was aware of, once the afterglow of my orgasm faded, was the fact that I wasn’t on my mattress.  My back was flat against a hard, laminated surface.  Okay, something’s odd here.  I tried to stretch, but I couldn’t move my arms.  That got me up.  I managed  to lift my head around, and noticed that I was lying on top of the kitchen table, my wrists and ankles tied to the table legs with silk scarves.   Not too tight, so my circulation wasn’t being cut off, but just tight enough to keep me from moving.

     “Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakens,” I heard Willow’s voice but I couldn’t see her.  I craned my head around to find her, but she had ducked out of my line of sight. 

     “Willow?” I asked.  “Where are you?  I mean, thanks for the wake-up call, but what’s with the bondage fetish?  Something I should know about you?”

     “Yeah, right,” I could hear her voice, the vocal equivalent of sleigh bells in my ears, laughing at my plight.  “Who do you think I am, Willow Rosenberg, Mistress of Pain?”  She finally leaned forward from my left side, and I could see her face clearly.  She was sporting a canary-eating grin, and as she looked at me, I felt that I was next on her menu.

     “First, I didn’t tie you that tight.  Second, I’m not normally in to bondage, it’s just that I wanted to experiment with something…different.”

     Different.  Talk about your famous last words!

     “Uh, you realize that Mom’s probably…” I started, then it occurred to me that the sunlight coming through the window at an odd angle.  “Uh, what time is it anyway?  And where is Mom?”

     “It’s eleven-thirty-six,” she answered as she checked her watch.  I could have hit my head, if my hands weren’t tied.  “I’m guessing that whatever the Council had Giles pump into you is still working, which is why I had to, uh, resort to drastic measures to wake you up, but he told me that it should wear off by the end of the day.  As for your mom, she said something about the gallery calling her in to cover for someone who called in sick.”

     “Mm-hm.  Okay, Willow.  Fun’s fun, but you can untie me now, okay?  Willow?”  She quietly stepped out of the kitchen, leaving me tied up.  Literally.

     “Okay, Willow, joke’s over!  Let’s untie the Slayer now!”  No answer.   “WILLOW!”

     Okay, I was getting a little nervous.

     “Easy, Buffy,” I heard her voice from the bathroom.  “It’s Saturday, your mom’s not here, and we have all afternoon.”  I could have sworn I heard a wicked laugh from the bathroom, one that sounded suspiciously like Willow.

     Okay, now I’m starting to panic.

     Willow’s face emerged from the doorway, a warm reassuring smile on her face.  Somehow I didn’t feel warm and reassured.  “Please, Buffy,” she pleaded, as she emerged in my line of sight.  She was sporting a sexy green teddy, one that accentuated her curves quite nicely.  Okay,  maybe a little warm.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  I’m not going to do anything that would upset you.”  She walked around the table, stopping directly in front of my spread legs.  Okay, this could be an interesting afternoon.  But what was she carrying behind her back?

     “Last night, Giles talked to me about what the Council forced him to do to you,” she explained, as her hand gently rested on my knee.  A faint shiver went up the inside of my leg.  “He believed that one of the reasons the Council made him hit you with that muscle relaxant was so that you would lose your ability to trust.  He was worried about what effect the whole rite of passage thing would do to you.  So I told him and your mom that I’d spend some time with you today.  Y’know, make sure you’re okay.”

     Yeah, right.  “And what part of ‘making sure I’m okay’ involves the bondage stuff?”

     Willow just smirked at me.  “Think of this as an exercise in trust.  Do you trust me, Buffy?”

     “Uh, maybe you should ask me that when my hands are free.”  Willow just stuck her tongue out at me.  “Okay, Willow, I trust you.”

     Willow smiled, running a finger along the inside of my thigh.  Tiny electric sparks flew off where her finger met my skin.  “Good.  Because today I want you to be completely open to me; to put yourself entirely in my hands.  That’s why the silk scarves.  You won’t be able to touch me, or to escape my touch.”

     “And I’m assuming that…touching…is going to play a big part of all this?”

     “Oh, yeah!”  She finally pulled out the objects she had behind her back.  She showed me the double-blade razor I use on my legs, and a can of shaving cream.  “I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do for some time now.  And for this to work, I need you to lie absolutely still.  Do you trust me?”

     I started to understand what she had in mind, and I felt a strange mix of trepidation and desire.  I was a little scared of what she had in mind,  but at the same time incredibly thrilled.  “I trust you, Willow.”

     She didn’t say anything; she just grinned again.  When did she acquire this boldness, this sudden confidence?  Was I somehow responsible?   Whatever it was, I found it very attractive in her.  And very arousing.

     She pulled out a terry cloth hand towel, and placed it on the table, just under my seat.  “Don’t want your mom to find any telltale signs when she’s making dinner, do we?”  She then popped the lid off the shaving cream can, and dispensed a large dollop of aloe-scented cream on her hand.  She dabbed the cream directly on my pubic region.  The cream felt chilly against my skin, and I shivered, not so much from the cool cream on my vagina, but from the anticipation of what Willow was going to do next.

     “Now, then,” she purred gently.  “I need you to stay still.  Like a rock, Buffy, got it?”

     “Got it,” I whispered.  Hurry, Willow, I’m getting so turned on now…

     Willow put the can down and picked up the razor.  “Trust me, Buffy,” she cooed.  “This is gonna look beautiful.”  She held the razor in her hand, and lowered it over the lathered flesh.  I felt a faint scraping over my skin, as she navigated the razor over my groin.  She used short, gentle strokes, taking her time in order to avoid any nicks.  She was especially careful around my pussy lips, taking her time.  This had the added effect of heightening my arousal, but I didn’t dare move.  Don’t want any nicks in that area.

     “Okay, all done,” Willow suddenly announced.  She started dabbing the excess shaving cream away with the towel, and then produced a mirror.  She tilted the mirror so I could take a look at my newly shaven pubic region.  The skin around my vagina was now as smooth as silk. I wanted to touch it right then and there, but Willow did a thorough job of keeping me tied.

     “There we are,” Willow purred dreamily, admiring her handiwork.  “Good enough to eat.  Which fits my ultimate plans…”

     “Now that I can get behind,” I announced.  Willow smiled at me, then ducked away again.  “Uh, Willow, when does the eating me out start?”

     “Patience, Buffy, patience.”  I could hear cabinet doors open and close.  She was puttering about the kitchen, and I could catch brief fleeting glimpses of her as I lay on the table.  An occasional flash of her breast under green silk, a blur of red hair.  What was she doing?

     She suddenly leaned toward me from my right, her left hand gently brushing against my side.  “Maybe for this next part, I’d better slip into something more comfortable.  Like nothing.”  She slowly peeled the teddy off of her body, unveiling the gentle curves of her breasts.  “There we are,” she announced as she stood, naked and sexy as Hell, before me. 

     “Now, let’s have some fun.”  She showed me what she had collected from the kitchen.  First she opened a bottle of chocolate syrup, opened the cap and squeezed.  A stream of chocolate trailed down my neck, over my breasts where she looped syrup over my nipples, down my torso, into my bellybutton, and down my crotch.  She then did the same with a bottle of caramel topping, and strawberry syrup.  I glanced down and saw sweet sticky trails all over my body.  Then she pulled out a can of whipped cream, and sprayed dollops of cream over my  nipples and vagina.  The sudden coolness made me shiver again.  She was decorating me like a cake.  And now she was ready to feast.

     “Hey, don’t I get a cherry on top?” I grinned.

     She smirked back at me.  “I thought you lost your cherry last year.”

     “How about yours?”

     “Does tampon application count?”  I shook my head.  Anything, just do this!  Do me!

     “Mm-hm,” Willow purred as she leaned forward, and climbed on top of me on the table.  “My favorite flavors…chocolate…” she licked my left breast, “strawberry…” she murmured against my collarbone, “caramel…” she nuzzled against my neck, licking up sweet syrup all the way, “and Buffy.”  She claimed my lips with her own, plundering my mouth with her tongue.  I tasted the syrup on her tongue, and felt her body sliding against mine, getting all that sticky sweetness over both of us.

     She lifted her body up, straddling me, displaying her candy-coated body in all its splendor.  I was straining at the ties that held me on the table,desperate to kiss, fondle, taste this incredible woman on top of me.  “Hmm,” she cooed over me.  “I seem to have gotten all sticky.  Maybe we need more chocolate?”  She picked up the chocolate bottle and poured it slowly over her breasts, coating the nipples.  She let it drizzle down over her belly and into her thighs.  “You like this, huh?”

     “Yes,” I was barely capable of sophisticated speech at this time.  “Yes, I like.”

     “You want to taste this on me, don’t you?”  She was enjoying teasing me, the little minx.  It’s the shy ones you gotta watch out for!

     “Yesss…” I breathed.  I wanted her so desperately at that moment.

     “Then I’d better let you have me, hadn’t I?”  She squirmed a little, getting off of me, and slowly crawled on the table, until her knees were on either side of my head.  I could see her clitoris directly over me, chocolate dripping off of her thighs and onto my face.  I licked my lips, tasting chocolate, wanting to taste so much more.

     “I think that the technical term for this,” she murmured as she leaned over my body, her lovely ass lowering itself over my face, “is sixty-nine.”

     “My new lucky number…” I started to say, until her vagina muffled me.  From then on, all verbal communication was reduced to inarticulate moans and grunts.

     I feasted on her pussy-lips, licking the chocolate off of them, savoring the sweet cocoa flavor mixed with Willow’s own unique taste.  I couldn’t decide which was sweeter, but the two tastes complimented each other so well.  Chocolate-covered Willow.  There might be a market for that.  Especially with what’s at the delicious center.

     Willow was not wasting any time on my creamy nougat center either.  She was lapping at my clit like a cat at a bowl of cream.  And with that area newly shorn, there was no hair getting in between her face and my sex.  She dove in entirely, zeroing in on that little nubbin of sensation, attacking it with her tongue.  She gently guided her hands under my ass, and parted my cheeks with her fingers.  Her nose was rubbing just inside my vagina as her tongue lapped around my clit.  I squirmed, bucked and jolted with each touch, but she hung on, honing in on my desire.  Her own pussy rested on my lips, and I latched onto it, not letting it out of my reach.  With my hands unable to reach her, to hold her down, I had to move my head around to keep up with her gyrations, but I managed to keep my lips affixed to her wet sticky pussy.

     She started to part my lower lips with her fingers, gently circling my clitoral hood with her thumbs while she lapped at me.  That was all I needed to push me over the edge, but I was taking her with me.  I nipped and licked at her nub with renewed passion, and was rewarded by her cries of joy, muffled by my newly shaven crotch.  She sped up her efforts, and within ten seconds, we were both thrashing in the throws of  powerful orgasms.

     Once the wave of sensations died down, my limbs were like putty.  Even if I weren’t tied to the table, I wouldn’t be able to move.  Willow somehow managed to rotate her body on top of me, so she was now facing me.  She began to kiss me, and I kissed her back.  We licked each other’s faces clean, enjoying the heady mix of dessert toppings and our own juices mixed together.  Voice of experience time here, there are very few things more sensual and sexy than tasting yourself on the face of your lover.

     We lay together in incredible afterglow, before my feet started to tingle.  “Uh, Willow,” I complained slightly, “I hate to say this, but I think my foot’s asleep.”

     Willow just looked at me briefly before she started to chuckle.  “You want me to kiss it and make it better?”

     “Kiss my foot,” I mused, “what kind of fetishist are you?” I could barely see her blush under the chocolate that still stained her face.

     “Ooh, poor baby,” she muttered.  “Here,” she slid down my body, sticking a little where the dessert toppings were drying, and started to untie the scarves that held my feet down.  She then walked around the table and untied my wrists.  I started to stretch, which Willow was observing with heightened interest.  I was preparing to pay her back for her little experiment.  Now that I had my hands back, I planned to use them, very soon.

     “Hey, Buffy,” she grinned at me, “Maybe we should clean up a little.  We’re still pretty sticky.”

     “Well,” I purred, “the upstairs shower is big enough for two.”  We raced each other upstairs, and proceeded to get very wet(in more ways than one).

     We just managed to get showered up (we finally left the shower after the hot water was exhausted!), and clean the table and kitchen floor before Mom got home.  When she poured us some root beer and asked Willow if she wanted to stay for dinner, Willow just flashed me a secret smile, and said, “No thanks, Mrs. Summers, just ate.”  I nearly choked on my root beer, but Mom didn’t seem to notice.

     Yep, it’s the shy ones you gotta watch out for.

     On the other hand, I was learning to like birthdays.