Buffy stood with her arms folded across her chest, trying her best to look as calm and rational as possible. Though she and Willow had been best friends for over eight years, they still clashed from time to time, now being one of those times.
“Buffy, I don’t understand why you won’t just tell me. It’s what best friends do! We shop, and go for mochas, and talk, and tell each other our deepest darkest secrets and then we do that little pinky swear thing and promise never to tell anyone.”
“Except there’s nothing to tell this time, Wills,” Buffy said, holding her position.
“But there is!” Willow continued, excited yet seemingly upset. “The sneakiness, the total lack of quality Buffy and Willow time, the newfound best-friendliness of you and . . .”
“Willow,” Buffy interrupted, then sat down next to Willow and turned to face her, “for the last time, there is nothing going on between Faith and I.”
Willow took a deep breath and frowned, her frustration evident on her face.
“But Buffy, how do you explain the going out with her every night, and the way you two stick together like glue? Something is definitely going on. Why won’t you just tell me?” She pleaded, trying hard to wear her resolve face but instead looked completely frustrated.
“Faith and I are . . .” Buffy paused and chose her words carefully, “. . . friends. And I really don’t understand why you’re giving me such a hard time about it. When you brought Faith back to Sunnydale and then when you dragged her along to Cleveland, you were all gung-ho about her and I being buddy-buddy. Now that we are, you’ve resorted to being Jealous Willow from high school again.”
Willow snorted unceremoniously.
“I’m not Jealous Willow from high school. I’m concerned Willow. It’s just . . . I don’t like when you keep things from me, Buffy, and I really feel like you are. I feel like we’re not as close as we used to be, and it kinda scares me a little,” she said nervously.
Buffy smiled softly and took Willow’s hand gently in hers, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Willow, you’re my best friend, and you always will be. How about we set aside some of that quality Buffy and Willow time and just . . . hang out. I’m thinking pizza, Sixteen Candles, and more wine coolers than we can handle.”
Willow’s frown turned into a small smile, but it quickly faded when Faith walked into the room.
“Sup B, Red?” Faith asked as she sauntered across the room and plopped onto the couch next to them.
“Hey,” Buffy said with a smile.
“Hey,” Willow replied halfheartedly.
Faith leaned back and got comfortable, obviously not getting that Buffy and Willow were having a heartfelt talk.
“So B . . . you gonna come out with me tonight? Got a new pair of boots I’ve gotta break in and there’s a new DJ spinning at Roxy’s tonight. Gonna be a good time.”
Buffy instantly perked up, looking forward to another night out with Faith, but then she remembered her offer to Willow from just moments before. She looked over to Willow who was now busy staring at her lap.
“Actually,” Buffy began, turning her head to look at Faith, “me and Wills are gonna have a girls night tonight. Just me, her, Molly Ringwald, and lots of junk food and fizzy beverages.”
Faith smiled a little and got up from the couch, smoothing out her shirt.
“Well, you girls have fun with that. Maybe me and Kennedy will get up to some trouble or something,” she said as she backed out of the room, looking at Buffy and Willow.
“We will,” Buffy said, still holding onto Willow’s hand. Willow just looked happy now, for the most part. “You guys have fun too. Behave.”
Faith grinned, unable to stop it.
“Me? Behave? Might happen one day, B.” And with that, she turned and made her way up the stairs, off to get ready for her evening out.
Buffy turned to face Willow again, a smile upon her face.
“See, Wills? There’s nothing going on between Faith and I. We’re friends, just like you and I are. Speaking of which, don’t we have a pizza to order and some wine coolers to buy?” She said, standing up from her place on the couch and waiting for Willow’s response.
Willow continued to smile, though it still looked like something was bothering her deep down.
“You bet, Buff.”
Many hours and several Molly Ringwald movies later, Buffy made her way up to her bedroom as quietly as she could. It was late, after all, and she didn’t want to wake any of her housemates. As supernaturally strong as they were, the junior slayers were pretty cranky if they didn’t get enough sleep.
Buffy crept into her bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She didn’t bother to turn on the overhead light, but instead turned on a small table lamp. In the dimly-lit bedroom, she took off her clothes and put on a Nine Inch Nails concert t-shirt that was much too big for her small frame. In a quick motion, she swept her hair up into a loose ponytail, her movements still quiet and soft.
After she had thrown her dirty clothes into the laundry basket, she made her way to the desk to turn off the dim lamp before making her way over to her bed. She crept in slowly, situating herself on her side neatly under the many layers of blankets.
Just as a small yawn escaped her lips, Buffy felt a strong arm wrap around her stomach from behind. She snuggled back into the warm embrace, a small smile on her face.
“Do you think she bought it?” Faith asked, her lips brushing softly over the back of Buffy’s exposed neck.
“Yep,” Buffy said a little too cheerily, “a few hours of quality friend time should buy us at least another month before the next inquisition.”
Without hesitating another moment, Buffy turned around and came face to face with Faith, her features illuminated by the soft moonlight.
“Did you have fun with Kennedy?” Buffy asked quietly, her hand instantly moving to Faith’s side to caress it gently.
“Nah, ditched her at the last minute,” Faith said before giving Buffy a quick kiss on her lips, “came and hid up here so she couldn’t find me.”
Buffy leaned in and gave Faith a quick kiss this time but pulled back again so they could continue talking.
“Why didn’t you go out? I thought you were ready to break in your new boots. Besides, you and Kennedy have fun when you guys go out,” she said, smiling as she felt Faith’s deft fingers slip under the hem of her shirt and start caressing her stomach.
“Well,” Faith began, pausing for a moment as she rolled a bit so that Buffy was laying flat and she was hovering just above her, “Kennedy’s fun to dance with and all, but I can’t come back here and fuck her all night long like I do you.”
“Not unless you want a boot-shaped mark on your ass,” Buffy replied with a grin, taking that moment to squeeze Faith’s perfect ass with both hands.
Faith’s grin matched Buffy’s as she pushed their bodies together, starting up a small rhythm despite their clothing.
“And we can’t have that, now can we?” Faith asked, her breath catching in her throat as she felt Buffy’s hands slip under her shirt, her nails scratching temptingly down her back.
“Definitely not,” Buffy answered with a teasing smile. “And we definitely can’t have sex with all of these clothes on, now can we?”
Faith didn’t need to answer. She sat up enough to pull off her own t-shirt, not needing to stop to pull off her panties seeing as that she wasn’t wearing any.
Buffy grinned as she looked down and noticed Faith’s lack of panties as Faith was busy trying to rid Buffy of her panties and t-shirt.
“I see you were ready for me,” Buffy said with a chuckle, but her laughter was cut off as she gasped, feeling Faith’s fingers slip between her swollen lips.
Faith slid her fingers around Buffy’s pussy, spreading her wetness up and around her clit.
“And I see you’re ready for me too, huh” Faith asked huskily, slipping her fingertips one last time over Buffy’s hard clit before bringing them up to her lips and licking them one by one.
And before either girl could respond with words, Buffy put her hands in Faith’s hair and pulled her back down, crashing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Faith’s body instantly found its place above Buffy’s and started up a slow grinding motion.
After only a minute or two of the delicious teasing, Buffy slipped her hand between them and spread Faith’s pussy so that their clits bumped together every time that Faith moved.
“Ooh yeah, just like that,” Buffy said as quietly as she could, her breathing heavy as Faith began to grind quicker and harder against her.
Many times Buffy had nearly considered asking Willow to put a sound-buffering spell around her room to prevent noises from being heard, but she couldn’t quite do that without rousing more suspicion in her best friend.
Meanwhile in a room a few doors down the hall . . .
Willow took her time in going back up to her and Kennedy’s room, knowing that it would likely be hours before Kennedy and Faith came stumbling in the front door. She finished washing up the dishes that she and Buffy had made before making the slow trek up to her bedroom, making sure all of the lights were off and doors locked as she went.
She paused as she passed by Buffy’s room, sure that she had heard something stirring within, but shook her head and smiled at her own false suspicions. After a moment she continued down the hall, walking quietly until she was safely within her room.
Willow jumped and turned around to face her bed, surprised to see Kennedy laying there in her pajamas and playing Xbox.
“Gah, you scared me,” Willow said with a smile, her hand up over her heart. “You’re back early, I wasn’t expecting you until the wee hours of the morning.”
Kennedy shrugged, her attention focused on the game she was playing.
“Never went out. Went to meet Faith but couldn’t find her, so just been here all night. Figured you and Buffy could use your bonding time.”
Willow’s smile immediately fell, suspicion replacing her formerly cheery mood.
“I knew it. I knew it!” She said and began pacing the room. “Buffy can try all she likes, but she can’t keep a secret from me. Faith never went out and now I heard rustling in Buffy’s room . . . they’re in there together! Doing . . . together-y things!”
Kennedy managed to pull her attention from the video game for a moment and glanced over at Willow, one eyebrow raised.
“Will, you need to calm down about this, it’s been making you crazy-like for months. If Buffy says they’re not together, they’re not. And even if they are fucking, who cares? They’re big girls, they can handle themselves.”
Willow turned to face Kennedy who had already shifted her attention back to her game.
“You don’t understand, Kenny. Buffy is my best friend. If she’s not telling me something, there’s definitely something wrong. I need to know.”
Kennedy scoffed, “You need to keep your nose out of other people’s business, Willow. Nothing good comes from prying and digging up useless dirt.”
Willow placed her hands on her hips and looked defiantly and Kennedy, who still was too focused on her video game to really pay her complete attention.
“Well . . . we’ll just see about that,” Willow said before storming off into the adjoining bathroom and closing the door shut behind her.
She walked to the sink and stood there for a few moments, looking at herself in the mirror.
“I’m not crazy,” Willow said to her reflection, “I know something is going on. I just need proof,” she said, trailing off as a blue candle on the toilet tank caught her attention.
A small grin appeared on her face as she lifted the fragrant candle to her face, the small wick jumping to life in an orange flame as she blew over it, magicks sparking over her eyes.
“Mighty Goddess of Light and Truth, if my assumptions are right, show me proof,” Willow said quietly under her breath, hoping not to be caught using magic. Hesitating for only a moment, she blew out the flickering flame, watching carefully as blue smoke began to fill up the room.
Before Willow could worry about the blue smoke seeping under the door frame to her bedroom and alerting Kennedy to her secret spell-casting, the smoke completely disappeared as if a large breeze had blown it away.
“Well that was a bust,” she grumbled under her breath before heading back into her bedroom, not yet ready to quit her suspicions.
Back in Buffy’s room . . .
“Oh god . . . oh god . . .” Buffy chanted over and over again and she clung to Faith who was moving feverishly above her.
“He has nothing to do with it, this is allllll Faith,” Faith breathed out roughly, her pleasure evident in her straining voice.
“I’m gonna come,” Buffy said breathlessly, her nails scraping down Faith’s back now.
“Me too, B . . . gonna come all over your pussy,” Faith responded, encouraged by Buffy’s nails on her back.
Buffy’s eyes, which had previously been clenched shut in pleasure, now flicked open so that she could look up at Faith. A look of fright appeared on her flushed face.
“You’re glowing!” Buffy nearly screamed as she came, never once gazing away from Faith.
“I always glow when I feel this fucking good,” Faith responded, grunting loudly as her orgasm washed over her.
“No, I mean really glowing! Smurf glow!” Buffy exclaimed as she touched the side of Faith’s face to see if the glow was real or an illusion.
Faith finally came down enough to open her eyes, which grew wide almost as soon as they opened.
“Holy shit!” Faith exclaimed as she stared down at Buffy, “You’re glowing too. What the fuck?”
Buffy unwrapped her arm from around Faith’s back and looked at her sweat covered skin, now glowing a bright blue. It took a moment of studying the obviously magical glow before a sense of realization washed over her.
“Willow!” Buffy said mostly to herself, knowing fully well that her friend had likely been the cause of the magical aura.
“Not exactly the name I like to be called after sex, but whatever works for you, twinks,” Faith said with a smirk, carefully rolling to Buffy’s side as if the blue glow wasn’t a big deal.
Buffy, however, felt much different about the situation. Before she could stop herself, before her internal censor had the opportunity to pop up and tell her ‘stop’, Buffy wrapped the comforter around her naked body and stormed out into the hallway.
“Willow!” she yelled, unceremoniously stomping her blue-colored foot even though there was no one there to see her.
A moment later, Willow and Kennedy appeared from their room, looking over Buffy with shock. No sooner than they had appeared in the hallway did Faith follow suit, wearing only her Nine Inch Nails t-shirt that Buffy had been wearing a short time before.
“A-ha!” Willow exclaimed, pointing at the blue-hued matching slayers. “I knew it! I told you!” She said as she turned towards Kennedy, a gloating look on her face.
“Yep, you caught us red-handed,” Buffy said sarcastically. “Or blue-handed, really. But now the question is,” she indicated her partially covered blue body, “what is this stuff, and what does it do?”
Willow smirked smugly, her arms crossed over her chest. “Oh, it’s just a little truth spell. Guess my suspicious were right, huh.”
By this point, a few of the junior slayers were poking their heads out of their rooms, wondering what the commotion was.
Buffy sighed and dropped her arms to her sides, careful to protect her modesty now that they had company.
“I guess they were, Will. But I was never lying; Faith and I are only friends,” Buffy explained.
“With naked benefits,” Faith added casually, trying half-heartedly to rub some of the blue glow off of her arm.
“Congratulations, you’ve both managed to find someone who could keep up with you in bed,” Kennedy said, unsurprised and seemingly unaffected. “Are we done now, cos I was just about to give this monster guy a beat-down and I’m itching to hit the pause button.”
“Feels done to me,” Faith said easily as she strode back into Buffy’s room, Kennedy following suit and heading back into her and Willow’s room.
After a brief glare from Buffy to all of the snooping junior slayers, only she and Willow were left in the hallway.
“I can’t believe you used magic to find out about my sex life,” Buffy said with a small smile, unable to stay mad at her best friend.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you even had a sex life,” Willow responded with a guilty smile.
A moment of silence passed between them between Buffy spoke up again.
“So, I’m not gonna turn into Smurfette or anything?” She asked, keeping a close eye on her glowing skin.
“Nope, the effects should wear off shortly. Then it’s back to normal, and we get to go out for mochas tomorrow so you can tell me about your new and interesting lesbian lifestyle,” Willow said, still grinning.
Buffy smiled and glanced toward her friend one last time before heading into her room, a seemingly large weight lifted from her shoulders.
No sooner than she walked into her room did she see Faith draped casually across her bed, smirking up at her in all her blue-toned glory.
“So,” Faith began, a mischievous look on her face, “was it just me, or did you ever find Smurfette a little bit hot for a girl smurf?”
Buffy grinned too, casually dropping the comforter from around her body and making her way toward the bed.
About four weeks later . . .
“ ‘The effects should wear off shortly’, my ass!” Buffy said as she sat on the edge of her bed with a look of disbelief on her face, holding a small white and pink stick in her hand.
“I was never good at school and all that stuff, but a plus sign generally means positive, right?” Faith asked, taking the very positive pregnancy test from Buffy’s hand and examining it carefully.
Buffy flopped back onto her bed and covered her eyes with her forearm, sighing dramatically.
“I’m gonna kill ‘auntie’ Willow.”
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