Erotica Fanfiction - Random Naughtiness

A/N. Dorky first attempt at fanfiction based on an episode of Roseanne. Be gentle, as stated, this was my first attempt. Also, ironically, my only finished multi part story. Depiction of sex between females, talk of orgasms and penises..depiction of marijuana usage..blah blah blah..if it offends you, don't read. Constructive criticism welcome.

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Random Naughtiness

Chapter 1



Willow heard a muffled scream coming from the basement. Dropping the dustrag she'd been using to dust the mantle, she ran downstairs tailed closely by Anya. Fully expecting to find Buffy engaged in hand to hand combat with an evil...well, something evil that lurked in the basement, she grabbed a stake on her way down. Hopping the last step she landed fully at the ready to give Buffy what backup she could offer. She glanced over her shoulder finding Anya doing the same. As her eyes finally landed on the slight blonde however, it wasn't as she expected. Instead of the offending beastie, she found her best friend angrily shaking a pair of jeans at her girlfriend.



"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Dawn." With each clipped word the slayer shook the offending jeans at Tara, who was fighting to keep an amused look under wraps, lest she face the other woman's fury next.



Willow walked up to her friend and cautiously placed a hand on her shoulder.



"Buff, what happened? Did she stain another pair of your jeans?"



"No. The little brat went too far this time. I mean, we just got past the whole stealing, sneaking out with the undead, juvenile delinquent phase...and now this!"



Having said that she tossed the thoroughly shaken jeans to the side and tossed a ziplock baggie at Willow.



The redhead looked at the baggie in her hand and gave the blonde slayer a confused look.



"She..uh, you're upset that she's keeping spell components in her pants?"



This said Willow opened the bag and sniffed deeply.



"Uhm, wait. This doesn't smell much like anything we use in our spells does it Tare?"



The blonde Wiccan had been leaning back against the dryer until now, with a slightly amused look on her face.



"Will, honey..come here." She leaned in and whispered softly in the redhead's ear. "Honey, that isn't for spells...its Marijuana."



"Oh" The redhead blushed slightly at her naivety. "OH...BAD! Very bad Dawnie!"



Anya walked up and grabbed the baggie quickly from Willow's hand. She sniffed it, making a slight face.



"It stinks. Why would anyone want something this stinky in her pocket?"



Tara, finally leaving her spot against the dryer, walked over and took the bag from the former demon.



"Come see," she tossed over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs.



Chapter 2



Tara sat back against the cool wall of the bathtub and inhaled deeply from the joint in her hand. It had been a while, but she had managed to roll a few quite successfully, and now was in process of teaching the other women the finer points of expanding their minds. She hit it deeply one more time before handing the joint to Buffy, who was perched cross legged on the closed toilet seat. The blonde slayer looked at the small cigarette shaped thing in her hand with a tepidacious expression on her face, then back at Tara, who nodded in encouragement.



"Just put it to your lips and breathe in slow and deep Buffy. After you inhale, just hold it down for as long as you can. It's really not that hard."



The slayer put it to her lips and slowly began inhaling. As her lungs filled with the smoke she closed her eyes, trying to relax herself. She opened them again to see Anya looking at her expectantly.



"Do I get a turn any time soon, or are you going to sit there with the Marijuana cigarette in your hand and waste it? Which, might I add is also wasting money. Money was spent on this and I am in no way having any part of any wasting of money, be it mine or someone else's."



That said, the ex-demon reached over and grabbed it from Buffy and hit hard on it. Her eyes slightly widened as she fought to keep the smoke down. Exhaling a cloud of thick white smoke she handed the joint to Willow, who was sitting next to Tara with a fearful expression on her face.



With huge green eyes she looked at the blonde, as if asking her what to do. In answer Tara smiled softly at her girlfriend and took the joint from her hand. Inhaling deeply she leaned in closer to Willow, as if moving to kiss her. She stopped a few inches from Willows face and placed the joint between them, cherry facing herself. She motioned Willow to move in closer and as their lips grazed, began exhaling as Willow inhaled.



The bathroom was quiet for a long while as the four women all sat and enjoyed as the creeping tendrils of marijuana smoke invaded their brains. Suddenly, for no particular reason Buffy started laughing. The others soon joined in, although no one really knew why, but it served to break the zone they had all been in.



"Mannnn...WOW. I didn't know this bathroom floor was so clean!" Buffy said as she moved to hands and knees to examine the floor more closely. "You could almost eat off of it!"



With that her hazel eyes grew wide.



"OOOH...wow...food sounds amazing right now. Tara, does this stuff always make you hungry, because right now, I so could eat about four horses!"



Tara just sat back with a look of complete amusement on her pretty face. She was enjoying this.



"Mann you guys, I'll be right back..I hafta get somethin to munch on," Buffy slurred as she walked out of the bathroom.



She returned momentarily, with an armload of various foodstuffs that should have broken down even one with slayer strength.



"Ok you guys, I have chocolate pudding, brownies, cheetos, mike n ikes, skittles, BBQ lays, and Flintstone pushups. If you want some, you can share the pushups, cause they're gonna melt fast. Otherwise go get your own."



With that, she began to work her way through the enormous amount of food.



Tara now sat against the bathroom wall with Willow leaning back against her between her legs. She scanned the room as she absently played with the redhead's silken locks.



"Uh, You guys? Just out of curiosity, where is Anya?" The blonde spoke for the first time since her buzz had set in.



Everyone looked around the room, until their gazes settled on the closed shower curtain around the bathtub. Buffy pulled it open slowly to find the former vengeance demon sitting with her knees drawn against her chest and clutching her push up as if it were protecting her against all evil.



"Ahn...are you ok?" Tara asked gently, noting the slightly wild look in the other woman's eye.



"N-no, I'm really not, because what if Xander comes home from work and finds us like this and he gets angry with me and refuses to allow me my penis privileges anymore and then what will I do? Then I won't have any orgasms and that would be bad. And I don't like bad things to happen. So none of you had better tell him anything about this..I was a vengeance demon once, you know. I could have you all disemboweled with a simple phone call you know. And leave my push up alone! It's mine and you may not have it. The blonde woman finished her rant and pulled the shower curtain back around the tub.



"Well...Ok then, Tara muttered.



She looked around the room once again, noting Anya in her own world in the tub and Buffy oblivious to everything except the food in front of her, already half gone. Her gaze finally stopped on her girlfriend, who's eyes were fixed on her face with a serene smile on her lips. Smiling back at the redhead, Tara sat upright, forcing Willow to do the same. She looked at Willow, and then at the door adjoining the bathroom to their bedroom, her intent clear in her eyes. Willow, being uncharacteristically quiet, nodded eagerly as they both slipped unnoticed out of the bathroom.



The only sound in the quiet house was the loud click of their bedroom door locking.



Chapter 3



Willow flopped back onto the bed, reveling in the feel of the down comforter beneath her body. She felt...well, she wasn't sure exactly how to describe how she felt. She knew one thing though; she suddenly had an itch that only Tara could scratch. Whether this was as a result of the weed or just her hormones, she wasn't too sure, but the redhead wasn't complaining either way.



As she stood staring at Willow laid back on the bed, Tara broke into a huge grin. She'd known the effect the drug would have on the feisty redhead, and it was becoming more and more apparent the longer she sat watching her. Willow had noticed her watching and was developing a devilish gleam to her eye. She captured Tara's gaze and held it as she crooked one finger, signaling the blonde to come closer. She sat next to Willow on the bed and leaned down to kiss her softly when suddenly she found herself flipped on her back with Will on top of her.



Willow leaned down, and with her lips oh so close to Tara's ear she whispered,

"So baby..do you always come when you're fingered or is that only for me?"



That said, the redhead set about claiming the curvaceous blonde's lips with her own.



Without ever removing her lips from those of her lover, Willow began running her hands up Tara's sides. Moving down to the hem of her shirt, The redhead pulled it up and over Tara's head and tossed it behind them. Eyeing the creamy white flesh that she had exposed Willow virtually growled her pleasure at the sight. She leaned down and deftly used her teeth to unhook the front closure bra Tara was wearing.



Pulling the sheer black fabric away from her breasts, Willow sent her mouth on a journey to discover and rediscover all the sights and landmarks of the flesh before her.



"Mmmm, I could live here for a lifetime Baby." Willow murmured as she leaned in to circle one nipple with the tip of her tongue.



Tara's eyes were glazed over with passion as her love continued the treatment of her breasts. Her lower lip caught firmly between her teeth she allowed a slight moan to escape. Her head was spinning and swimming in the most delicious way and she knew she had it in for her.



Willow had only just gotten started.



Dawn walked into the silent house with a puzzled expression on her face. She knew she saw Buffy's jeep outside, but there seemed to be no one home.



"Oh well, she sighed. Not as if I'm not used to being left by myself."



The teen walked upstairs to use the bathroom. She walked into the room noting with a confused expression that the shower curtain was pulled closed completely and that there were a multitude of snack food wrappers littering the floor. And on top of that, it smelled really strange. Cautiously, not wanting to alert an intruder should there be one, Dawn pulled back the shower curtain. The sight that she found there was suprising to say the least. There, in the bathtub, looking very comfortable, were Buffy and Anya. The two were passed out curled up against one another and Buffy had what appeared to be the remains of a joint in one hand and a melting fudgecicle in the other. Her peaceful face was coated in sticky chocolate. Anya slept with one arm wrapped around the slayer's waist and her face buried in the crook of her neck.



Laughing silently, tears running down her face, the teen quietly tiptoed to her bedroom where she grabbed her Polaroid. This was too great an opportunity to pass up. Silently creeping back into the bathroom she proceeded to take a complete roll of film starring the ex demon and the slayer.



"Oh yeah...this will get me out of trouble for a loooooooooong time." With that, the girl quietly re-shut the shower curtain and made her way downstairs.



***



Willow sucked Tara's throbbing clit into her mouth and bit down gently. Her first second and third fingers slid in and out of Tara's hot wetness rapidly as the blonde's back arched and her nails dug into the sheets above her head.



"Oh my fucking Goddess, Willow fuck me baby. Harder. Fuck me harder Willow, Please."



The blonde's face contorted and her thighs wrapped themselves tighter around Willow's head. She was so close to the edge, Willow knew, and so she did what it took to push her there. Using her fourth finger she slid almost all the way in as she bit down on her lover's clit and sucked. Tara responded immediately, her moan echoing through the quiet house.



Tara grabbed for the redhead, gesturing weakly for her to come up and kiss her.



"L-love...you..Will," she panted out breathlessly.



"Love you too baby." Willow slid closer and kissed her lover softly.

"love you forever."



The first thing Buffy thought as she slowly woke up was that her neck and back felt like she'd slept in a bathtub.

Slowly opening her eyes, she looked around in confusion...she was in a bathtub...and she wasn't alone. As she moved around to look at the warm body pressed against hers, she almost screamed. Elbowing Anya in the side she jumped out of the tub.



"HEY...wha..where the hell am I?" The former demon looked up with an expression of confusion marring her features.

"And why are you all chocolaty?"



Buffy glared at Anya in response before walking to the sink and gazing at herself in the mirror. As she turned to give Anya another dirty look, she noticed the camera and empty film wrapper laying on the counter.



"Well, first..I think this is where we passed out after Tara got us high, and second....I believe we were caught." She held up the empty camera, showing it to the other blonde.



Anya's eyes went wide in fear.



"Oh nononono...it was Xander, and he's going to kill me."



"No, not Xander, but I almost wish it had been. Looks Like Dawn just secured her place in the 'Never getting in trouble again' hall of fame"



"It was Dawn?" Anya snickered slightly at the irony of the situation.



"It was Dawn."



***



Willow woke up feeling slightly smooshed and with a completely filled feeling in her nether regions. Opening her eyes, she saw her girlfriend passed out on top of her, one hand still between the redhead's legs with her fingers buried inside her.



Smiling softly, Willow began tickling the back of Tara's exposed neck.



"Wake up honey, I kinda need to move and it's really not possible like this," she whispered as Tara stirred.



As Tara's hand pulled out of her, Willow shuddered. All in all, she found this to be a lovely way to wake up.



"Mmmm, honey, what time is it?" Tara murmered slightly before buying her face in the pillow next to her girlfriend's head.



"It's...uhm, shit Tare...it's almost nine thirty. At night. Dawnie's been home for almost seven hours and I'm almost willing to bet there's no one else up."



As she said that there was a knock at the door connecting the bathroom to their bedroom.



"Or not." The witches scrambled to throw clothes on.



Walking to the door, the slight redhead opened it.



Buffy stood there holding a Polaroid camera and an empty film package. Not to mention covered in dried chocolate.



"Guys...we're busted."



Willow looked at her friend, not sure whether to laugh at her appearance or to freak at the evidence in her hands.



"Dawnie?" Tara asked from the bed.



"Uh huh." Buffy nodded her head, looking ashamed of herself.



"Well...uhm..Buffy, why don't you clean yourself up. Willow and I will go downstairs and test the waters and make her some dinner. Tell Anya to go do damage control...buy some popcorn or ice cream, rent a couple movies...and mostly not to mention a word about anything. Just act as if all were normal." The tall blonde walked behind Willow and put her arms around the smaller girl's waist.



"If we don't act like anything's wrong, she'll have no reason to bring it up."



***

A COUPLE HOURS LATER



***

"Anya, this movie is great! I never pegged you to be a Jay and Silent Bob fan." Dawn gave the group a knowing look as the final credits ran on the movie.



Getting up and stretching, she smiled at her sister.



"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed now. I wasn't able to sleep off my buzz all day like some people that will remain nameless."



With a million watt grin at everyone the girl began making her way up the stairs, quietly singing the chorus of Afroman's "Because I got high" as she went.



The End