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[resident-alien]

Ё-моё! Я нашла у себя энцу!!! Главное, в упор не помню когда, зачем, при каких обстоятельствах, к чему вообще. Он явно недописанный, но стоит ли говорить, что я не помню, чем я собиралась его закончить. Хотя в принципе, идейка не сказать, чтобы плохая, хотя и не богатая - но если развивать ее так, как я это себе сейчас представляю, то это получится еще до фига букаф. Неохота. К тому же, то, что началось как энца, энцой явно не останется, и тогда будет явная inconsistency. Короче, выложу-ка я на всеобщее обозрение, а там посмотрим.

He was a very good-looking fella. She wasn't used to guys of his caliber giving her sexual attention. That was weird. Awkward. And uncomfortable. For her. He, he was like a fish in the water. And heck. It was also enjoyable. After all, a never-before, gotta cut a girl some slack. Xander is cute, but he never *really* was into her. The only man who was, was kinda tiny, and, although cute, not what you'd call handsome. This one was more like the Buffy-admiring crowd. Tall, broad shoulders, muscles all around. Great wavy hair, bright blue eyes, adorable eyelashes, high cheekbones... How can it be that such a hunk would ever take notice of good ol' Reliable? And they had to do a spell together. Well, those always get you a bit, or quite a lot, worked up, and Willow has never done a spell with a man before. They sat opposite each other, and did the spell. It was intense. Willow felt that tingling in her belly, and wetness in her underpants. Her breathing was somewhat uneven, and she was very hot. When the spell was done, she opened her eyes, and had to lick her lips, they were so dry. And this gorgeous guy looked at her with eyes sort of clouded, not exactly focused. That long-forgotten look Oz had when they made love. He watched her lick her lips. She noticed it, and panicked. Can't give the guy false hope, lead him on, or whatever. She scrambled to her feet.
So then.
That was intense.
Yeah.
Very.
Let's do that again.
He's grinning. He's got his clear thinking back, but is he thinking clearly?
Spells do sometimes work that way.
Yeah, but it's not so often that they hit so hard.
Yeah.
So, business then. What do we know?
They discussed the visions and sensations. Not *those* sensations.
That was somewhat confusing. She wanted sex. Would it have been with a female partner, she'd probably had gone for it. Coz, what the heck, she's single and indeed, it doesn't happen so often that you are affected so strongly. Your partner plays a significant role as well. Aww, why is he a guy?
He didn't give up though. He actually called her once the smoke cleared and asked her out. She said no, that was her first instinctive reaction, but he was so luring with what they could talk about and some amulets he wanted to show her. She couldn't resist the curiousity. It's not a date, she said to herself. It's a friendly get-together between two witches... errr... witch-crafters. As she wanted to pay for herself, he said, I've got it.
No, it's ok.
Hey, Willow, don't go all feminist on me, i totally embrace women's rights and independence, but i want to do something nice for such a lovely girl, so why can't i treat you to a lunch, for crying out loud.
I just.. she mumbled and fidgeted. I just don't want you to get a wrong impression, is all.
Whaddayamean?
Um, i mean, agh, you know - Oh God, she'll really have to say, won't she? This is going to be the first time! Does she have to say it? She could make something up.
Are you seeing somebody?
Well, no, it's not what...
Uh, let me guess. You had a serous relationship that went amiss, and you don't want to rush into anything is that it?
"Well, it can be".
Sort of.
No big. I don't want to rush you into anything. I just want to have a nice time, talk you know, do my part battling the evil. Why not do it in good company? No pressure.
He seems nice. And he's charming.
So you don't have anything against us hanging out?
No, of course not. Just, you know, you said it all yourself. It's all very nice of you.
And so was it. They went out, they hung out. He kept being nice to her, but still not quite in a purely friendly way. He was courting her! No kidding, He would hold the door for her, get her drinks, get her muffins, get her coat, get her everything. He touched her back, her hands, even her face, occasionally. Apparently, he thought she was worth all that trouble. He kissed her on the cheek when they met and when they parted. At first she'd wince at that unexpected physical contact, but soon she got used to it. Until one day, as he said bye, he planted a kiss on her lips, grinned and went away. She was stunned.
It was so confusing. She was gay! Well, yeah, there was a time when she wasn't, but then she was, for quite a long time. And she thought of herself as gay, and it was easy, because she had never been in a situation like this.
Buffy saw the kiss.
So, Will, you and Matt, what's going on there?
um, nothing?
Oh, you mean, the cafes, the book-sharing, the endless talking, the smoochathon...
No, see, Buffy, nothing is going on. I mean, *something* is definitely going on. I mean, he might have...
Willow, the guy's out there for ya! Do you want to break his heart or what?
Heart? Break? Me? No! Of course not! Why would you think so?! And how could i?
Well, hello! If you don't tell him there's no hope there, he will have it, the hope, and it will come to a point when he'll want more than some hope, and that's going to be a really awkward moment. Unless you...
That's the thing! I don't know! I like him, and i like spending time with him, but i am gay!
Will. If you like the guy, labels like gay or straight shouldn't matter! Before you met Tara you were straight, and when you felt attracted to Tara you didn't go around thinking 'oh, but i'm straight'
As a matter of fact i did
But you went where your feelings led you in the end! Look at me, i've had my own experiences in that area, and i just don't think too much about that. If it's fun and pleasant, why the hell not?!
Huh. I guess... Well, maybe he isn't all that hopeful...
She was afraid of seeing him again. In her mind, she'd already made the dicision to go with the flow, but it was so scary! How was she supposed to look him in the eyes again? She avoided him for a while for some time, until they were both invited to a party. He kissed her on the cheek and acted as though nothing had happened. She felt relaxation, if only for a small amount of time. But the tensity grew, and to relax again - she had a few. Which resulted in further kissage. They were sitting on the couch, talking about something, she turned to him and suddenly saw that he'd moved his face closer to hers. He brushed her cheek with his fingers, and said quietly,
No pressure.
Huh?
And he was kissing her. First gently, only on the lips, but her head felt all wobbly, her lips were soft and she gave in, and let his tongue slip into her mouth. He was a good kisser, not too pushy, not too wide, not too wet. Of course it was different than kissing a girl. His lips were harder, and his skin was rougher. But his mouth was so tender. And so was his hand brushing through her hair, caressing the back of her head. She felt all tingly. Buffy's right, when you like the person, and when they're good at what they are doing, it doesn't matter if they are male or female. He stopped the kiss.
So, you were saying?
Was i saying?
He grinned and kissed her with renewed passion. She responded likewise.
This is as great as i imagined it would be.
She didn't know what to say. She was all aroused, and drunk, and a little embarassed by what she felt. And a little scared by how much she felt that. And really hopeful that he'd find a really suave way to get into bed with her right now. She turned to magic to convey what she couldn't bring herself to say. She sent some good vibes his way. He looked iintimately into her eyes.
Still no pressure.
Still.
So...
He indicated the ceiling with his eyes, his expression suggestive. She double-checked. Did she want this? Heck yeah. She nodded with a weak smile. He kissed her once more lightly on the lips, stood up, never letting go of her hand, so she stood up too, and they headed out of the room and upstairs.
I'm not sure if it's ok...
Shh, of course it is.
I've never done anything like this before.
Really? Not even in your wild college years?
No.
That's plain shocking.
Door. Door opens. Closes. Dark. His body pressed against hers, his hands stroking her back, his lips kissing her neck. She let her hands slip under his shirt. It was unusual, and very pleasant to feel his lean, muscular body. It was like nothing she's ever touched before, Oz wasn't like this at all. Probably not the best idea to bring Oz up at this point. She should just be in the moment, enjoy it, explore it. Explore him. This body, it's fantastic.
He kneeled in front of her.
Your body is one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen.
And he kissed the front of her jeans, before he started undoing them. She didn't really know what to say. She only thanked him with magic vibes, and stroking his shoulders and his arms while he was busy getting her out of her jeans. He stroked her legs. She felt the arousal spreading over her body. He stood up, kissed her deeply and pulled her shirt off. He was still fully clothed. She was glad to help him out of his shirt, and have that wonderful torso all to herself. She still couldn't really beleive it was happening, that such a guy would want her, be so passionate and tender wth her. As they were into kissing again, he pressed her hard against him, and she felt him, *him*, all ready and willing. That gave her wiggins a bit once again. But hey, now she just has to go through with it. His lips were licking her lips, while his hand got into her pants to caress her other lips. She gasped. That made him kiss harder and press harder. And that in turn made her gasp yet again. He grabbed her, she circled his waist with her legs, he brought her to the bed, and lowered himself on top of her. She kept pawing at his back, chest, abs; she suddenly noticed she couldn't touch his legs with her legs.
You're still wearing your jeans, arentcha?
S'pose i am.
Why?
My bad.
No, it's totally mine.
She undid the belt, the button and the zipper. His dick was all swollen. She had to kiss his abs, they were so good. And she thought she probably shouldn't limit herself to the abs. She pulled his underpants off. It was a little bit icky. It's been such a long time. But with heterosuxual sex you do what you gotta do. She took his dick into her mouth. His hands were caressing her shoulders, then her head, and he started to move himself a little to the rhythm. She wasn't enjoying this, but it wasn't disgusting. She just played by the rules. It kinda was the price for what he would do for her, and ultimately, for that body.
I gotta get out of these pants, she heard him whisper.
She let him go. It took but a moment and he was back on her. Kissing her mouth, caressing her whole body, covering her breasts and belly with kisses. Then he sat up, took his time admiring her legs, before he brought them apart. Here it comes! A fit of excitement went through her. He lowered his head. She felt his tongue. She closed her eyes and relaxed. It was very nice. She didn't have enough time to reach orgasm, as he brought his face to hers again for some more passionate kissing.
I want you so much.
He was rubbing himselft against her. What was she supposed to say?
Let's rock and roll.
Err, that might have come out ambiguous. But then, the situation was well suited for ambiguity. He rolled off her, grabbed for his jeans, took a condom out and put it on. Some more kissing, some fumbling. Penetration. Intercourse. She'd forgotten all about what it felt like with a man. But she did enjoy herself. And she felt pleased with herself as he came with a moan. Wasn't that scary after all. Good time was had, and the world didn't crash, no big. As he went to the beathroom, she smirked. She'd gone and done it. She's officially wild and bisexual. Heh. She found and put her panties on. When Matt returned, he kissed her.
Thanks, awesome.
He called her awesome! Or was he just saying that the thing was awesome. Agh, who cares. Either way, not gonna complain.
He sprawled on the bed.
I need to rest. Will just take a minute. Or a week.
She giggled. He was exaggerating but it was pleased her.
Just don't let me fall asleep.