Xander barrelled into his room and slammed the door behind him. Panting heavily, he leant up against the door trying to catch his breath. He'd really done it this time. All he wanted was a little mystical revenge on Cordy and it blew up in his face. As his breathing slowed, Xander came to the conclusion that magic and Alexander Harris just didn't mix.
Crossing the room, Xander sat down on the edge of his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. He had to figure out a way to fix this before anybody got hurt. His thought processes were interrupted by a gentle touch on his shoulder. Xander gave a started yelp and leapt up off the bed. He whirled about to see Willow.
In his bed.
Wearing one of his shirts.
And not much else.
"Sorry. I wanted to surprise you." Willow told him. Xander grinned nervously at the redhead as his brain went in a million different directions all at once.
"Good job! High marks." He managed to vocalise.
"Don't be so jumpy. I've been in your bed before." Willow reassured.
"Yeah, but Will, we were both in footy pyjamas." He reminded her to no avail.
"Xand, I've been thinking." She started. Xander cut in.
"Will, I, I think I know what you've been thinking. But this is all my fault. I cast a spell, and it sort of backfired."
It was like she didn't hear him as she rubbed the sheets. "How long have we been friends?"
Xander was getting nervous now. Willow's line of thought was heading to new and dangerous territory and Xander had to stop her before she did something they'd both regret.
"A long, long time. Too long to do anything that might change that now."
The hacker slid to the edge of the bed. "Well, friendships change all the time. People grow apart. They grow closer." She smiled a sexy little smile at the idea of 'closer'.
"Uh, this is good! How close we are now. I feel very comfortable with this amount of closeness. In fact," Xander pointed behind himself. "I can even back up a few paces and still be happy." He took a lage step backwards. "See?" His smile belied his nervousness. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt Willow but he needed to...
Willow got up from the bed and approached him. The flash of skin he received told him that his shirt was the only thing she was wearing. Two lumps appeared on Xander. One in his throat, the other in his boxers. Willow smiled at Xander's increasingly obvious reaction to what he saw.
"I want you, Xander... to be my first!"
Xander's heart was thumping like a dinner gong to a vampire. In fact, a vampire attack would have been a welcome distraction right about then. As it was, Xander's nervousness was sliding into hysterical panic.
"Baseman. Please tell me we're talking baseball." Xander implored as he kept backing away from the approaching Willow. His retreat was stopped by the closed door that Xander found himself backed up against.
"Shhh." Willow reassured him and gently rubbed her hands across his chest.
"We both know it's right." She whispered and leant into him for a kiss. Xander moved his head away to dodge the kiss even though there was a part of him that wanted what Willow was offering.
"It's not that I don't find you sexy." Which was true. Over the last year he'd begun to notice that Willow wasn't just his best friend, but his attractive female best friend. He'd boxed away those thoughts. They were dangerous and he wasn't about to act on them and loose what he already had with her.
"Is it Oz?" Willow asked then shook her head. "Don't worry about him. He's sweet, but... he's not you."
Oz! Yet another reason he couldn't let this get out of hand. Oz was a good guy and despite their differences, Xander liked the guitarist. He was a friend and the unwritten guy code strictly forbade cutting another man's grass. Especially friends.
All in all, Xander desperately needed a way out of this situation and started clutching at straws.
"Yes, he is. And you should go to him. 'Cause he's me." Willow's brain wasn't functioning rationally and Xander's attempt to use the Jedi Mind Trick on her was his desperate last attempt to reason with her.
Willow leant up to the side of his face; the sweet scent that was so unique to Willow was powerful and hypnotic so close. When she started to suck and nibble on his earlobe, Xander's knees nearly buckled.
Part of him desperately wanted to run. Another part of him wanted to surrender to Willow's desires. He had to end this now.
"I-I don't wanna use force."
Willow stopped nibbling on his ear and faced him with a wide smile on her face.
"Mm. Force is okay!"
Xander's jaw dropped. His sweet innocent Willow was secretly the Mistress of Pain.
She went to nibble on his ear again, but Xander pushed her away. She stared at him in confusion.
"Th-that's it! This has gotta stop. It's time for me to act like a man." He declared as he started to open the door behind him, "And hide." He turned to rush out the door but the curse of the Zeppo struck again as he ran headfirst straight into the partly opened door.
There was a brief flash of colours before darkness claimed him.
It was a slow awakening from the depths of unconsciousness. Little by little he regained his senses and his body started to report in to his still foggy brain.
The first to report was his head. A dull pain was throbbing and at the point of impact there was a lump the size and temperament of Mount St Helens. On the up side there his head reported a cold... something on the lump.
The next to report in was his body. It was cool and kinda breezy. And it was laying on something soft.
Lastly his feet and hands reported that there was something wrong. Something about not being able to move.
These facts buzzed about inside Xander's mind like lazy winter flies looking for somewhere to land.
Slowly he opened his eyes and saw Willow's face framed by her long red hair. Xander loved it when she wore her hair out, especially when it was long and half way down her back. Seeing his eyes open, Willow gave big warm smile.
"How do you feel?" she asked as she moved the wet cloth from his forehead.
"Not too bad. I..." Xander's brain suddenly processed all the bits that were floating around in his mind, resulting in panic. His eyes went wide and he tried to get up but he was tied to his bed.
Naked.
Xander's head flopped back and he closed his eyes.
As a traumatic and embarrassing event, this beat the Aqua-man underoos incident hands down.
He remembered the spell going wrong, he remembered Buffy coming onto him, he remembered Willow coming onto him wearing nothing but one of his shirts and wanting him to be her first.
"Oh SHIT!" Xander yelled in renewed panic as he struggled against the ropes that bound him to the bed. Willow caressed his cheek and tried to calm him down.
"Shhhh... No need to panic Xander. I'm here."
"Yeah, that's why I'm panicking." He told her. He gave up trying to struggle his way free, Willow had tied him up too well. Escape was no longer an option.
"Uh, Will, you wouldn't mind untying me by any chance, would you?" Willow shook her head.
"Can't do that Xander. You'd just run away and hurt yourself again. Besides..." she ran her hands across his chest and down his abdomen "this has been a fantasy of mine for a while."
Xander froze at her admission.
"Although, generally, in my fantasy, I'm the one tied up."
His brain completely failed him at this point. It was supposed to be helping him out of his current predicament but instead it was looping on Willow.
Kinky Willow.
Kinky 'tie-me-up-naked-and-have-your-wicked-way-with-me' Willow.
This was the side of Willow he never ever seen. Hell, he never even KNEW it existed. And there was an increasingly larger part of him that desired this new side of Willow.
He watched as Willow fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt.
Noticing what he was looking at, Willow cracked a sultry smile.
"You like to watch, don't you? I've read about how men are visual creatures." Willow undid a button, exposing more forbidden skin.
"You've... read?" croaked Xander.
"Come on Xander. All that time on the internet, all those nights alone in my room." She undid another button, "You don't honestly think all I did was write love poems and Doogie Howser fanfic, do you?"
Xander's head was spinning with the revelations. His sweet innocent Willow wasn't as innocent as he had always thought.
There was only two buttons left to go on her shirt.
"It's naughty. So very naughty." She purred, the penultimate button coming undone. "Sitting there, all alone, looking, dreaming, touching..." she undid the final button, exposing a curly thatch of hair.
Xander's brain, having pretty much shut down and shifted operations to regions south, managed to note that the rug did indeed match the curtains.
Shrugging off her shirt, Xander was treated to a brief glimpse of Willow's small, pink tipped breasts before she turned around and gave Xander a chance to revel in the view of her pale tight ass. She sauntered over to Xander's chair and sat down facing him. She tucked her feet up on the edge of the chair in such a way that Xander could see her inner lips peek out of her aroused sex.
"You like to look..." her left hand cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple which stiffened to her touch. "To watch..." her right hand snaked down between her legs, her fingers skimming through the red curls before dipping into her slit. Xander closed his eyes, trying to block the images and feelings that were swirling about his mind.
"Look at me Xander." Willow commanded.
Never having been able to disobey Willow's commands, he opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Watch me."
Xander watched as her right hand slowly caressed her slit. He watched as she ran her left hand across her breasts and down her stomach to her inner thighs.
"Do you have any idea how much I think about you?" she purred as she continued the exploration of her body before Xander. "How much I crave to touch you? To have you?"
Xander's heart rate was going through the roof as her nails dragged across her abdomen, leaving faint scratches on her pale white skin.
"I imagine you, sitting at the table in the library. Reading some dusty tome. Researching. And I slide down in my seat across from you. Crawl under the table to you. Unzip your pants. Suck your thick... ughhh... your thick cock." Willow's voice was becoming breathy, as her arousal grew ever stronger. Xander could see her in his mind, her pretty red head bobbing up and down, her lips encircling his cock.
A small moan escaped his lips.
"Everyday I... I touch myself. At school... in the bathroom. Thinking... dreaming of you." Her fingers circled her clit then cupped her mound. Her middle finger slid effortlessly inside her.
"We're... in the stacks. You lift my skirt... no panties... ooohhh God... so naughty." Her finger pulled out briefly, covered in her juices, before sliding back in. She started a rhythm; her finger pumping in and out as her other hand caressed her body.
Xander breathed in the intoxicating scent her arousal. His cock, dripping precum that pooled near his navel, was throbbing with its need for release.
"You kneel... between my legs… aaahh… I'm hanging onto the shelf. You're feasting... lapping... turn me around... thrust... so hard." She was beginning to gasp for air as the pressure built between the thighs. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, leaving them wet with her saliva. Willow started to circle her clit as she pumped her fingers in and out and writhed in the chair.
"Thrusting... fucking... harder..." Willow became nearly incoherent as she galloped towards her orgasm. Xander struggled against his restraints, desperate to touch his cock, to cum, to end the torture.
"So deep... so hard... a tongue... licking... my clit... your cock... oh god... licking... Buffy... licking... Buffy!!!!" Her orgasm exploded, shattering the redhead, her face distorted with the agony and ecstasy.
Willow's orgasmic cries, her revelation, them, Buffy. It was too much for the teen bound to his bed. His hips thrust into the air, his back arching as thick ropes of cum blasted from his cock, splashing up his chest and on his pillow.
The pair slumped spent, their bodies flushed as they regained their breath. After a few minutes Willow looked at Xander and smiled at the effect she had had on him. Slinking over to him, she knelt beside Xander.
"That was cool, wasn't it?" she whispered in his ear.
"Very."
Willow held up her fingers, still slippery with her nectar. Xander watched as she stuck one in her mouth and sucked it clean.
"Mmmm... so nice." She dangled her fingers in front of Xander, her musk driving him crazy.
"You wanna taste?"
"Oh God! Yes! Please?" begged Xander. He was desperate to taste her, to touch her, to have her.
Willow lowered her fingers and Xander greedily sucked on them, his tongue working frenetically to clean her juices from her fingers. Willow giggled at the sensation. Once he had finished, she looked at the young man.
His chocolate eyes burned with lust and desire for her. She leaned in and kissed him. A gentle loving kiss that made her heart turn to putty. The kiss was better than she had ever dreamed, warm and soft and electric. The kiss deepened, becoming more and more passionate. Willow was forced to come up for air.
"OK, not liking who you got your kissing practice with, but loving the end result of it." She told him. Gazing down at his chest, she studied the splashes of cum with fascination. Dipping her finger into some, she toyed with it, marvelling at the feel of it. She then stuck her fingers in her mouth to taste it. A large smile spread across her face.
"Mmmm... That passes the taste test."
Her smile became a wicked one.
"We made a mess, didn't we? And since you're a little tied up at the moment, it looks like it's up to me to clean up." She said with an exaggerated sigh.
Xander shivered as Willow licked his chest clean, playfully nipping his nipples and working her way down to his rapidly hardening cock. She encircled it with her hand, the feel of it strange and new. She studied it closely in wonder; its contours, its heat, its duality of hardness and softness. Running her thumb along the shaft, she giggled as it jumped in her hand. She played with his balls the way all the Cleo articles told her - gently.
Meanwhile, Xander was not so quietly going insane at the feel of Willow's cool, tiny hands touching and caressing him. All rational thought had gone and all that remained was an overwhelming desire for the redhead who was driving him crazy with her touch.
Willow's mind raced, she wanted to do a million things all at once. She had been dreaming and fanaticising about this moment for years. She directed her mind to the situation at hand and what she should do.
Xander said he had cast a spell that had backfired. Judging by the behaviour of the girls at school it was almost certainly a love spell. He said it had backfired which meant that it hadn't been intended for the general female population, rather it had been intended for the one female who seemingly wasn't affected by the spell.
Cordelia.
Had he cast the spell to get back with Cordelia, or to get back at Cordelia? Knowing Xander as well as she did, knowing he wasn't exactly backwards about getting revenge on someone who had hurt him, Willow concluded that it was the latter reason. Cordelia falls in love with Xander, he dumps her, and Cordelia gets to feel the pain that she inflicted on Xander.
Good. Cordelia was a bitch and some payback was long overdue.
So, she was under the influence of a love spell. But she had been in love with Xander long before the spell, so what happens to someone who gets hit by a love spell who already loves the person?
Confidence.
She now had the confidence to express her feelings, to act on her desires and get what she wanted.
An evil grin spread across her face as a plan formulated in her head.
A plan about getting EVERYTHING she wanted.