BtVs – School Hard ~ NC-17 ~ Willow, Cordelia ~ 1450 Words ~ November 2009
Dedicated to Angelus2hot who decided to challenge me in writing something I had yet to do: slash!
No harm intended, no profit made, these characters are simply borrowed from Joss and associates for a little innocuous fun.
The Softer Side of Cordy, by Pat.
Cordelia and Willow were huddled in the closet and whispering about the events in the high school. Being vamp bait is all good and dandy, but what if Buffy couldn't fend off the group led by Spike. He seemed bad enough, all by his lonesome self, a bloodthirsty team could maybe overpower the slayer?( Read more... )
Prayers were obviously necessary but smart girls won't let chance decide how well the night might end. With slow and almost silent movements, the girls left the closet, and reached the large row of windows that let in the light cast by the huge full moon outside. It gave them plenty of luminosity to see where they were going and how to stay in the darkest shadows, away from all the commotion.
Sliding through one of the window, they fell into the gardenias planted along the edge of the school. Deciding to mask their scent as much as possible, they rolled into the muddy ground without any compunction about their standing and their outfits, being alive was the order of the day, well night if you want to be technical.
It took them 40 minutes to reach Cordy's house, the closest to the high school. No light greeted them but the alarm system was up and about, and that was the best reassurance they needed. Closing the door quickly, they ran through the residence to insure that all entrances were locked and finally with heavy sighs, they settled themselves in the kitchen to regroup.
It's not the bathroom spaces missing in the house that left them still crowding the beautiful and huge bathroom located in Cordy's room, it's the fear of being separated in case of an attack. The girls gave themselves privacy in disrobing from the filthy garments; Willow went for the shower, while Cordelia sank into a scented bath quickly drawn.
For the next twenty minutes, the girls pampered themselves, and almost exited at the same time. Lost in fluffed towels, they sat side by side in front of the mirror to dry and brush their long hair. For the first time ever, Willow and Cordelia who have known each other for years spent some meaningful time together, discussing the softer side of Sears like friends rather than enemies. Peaceful and yet exhilarating these moments of shared friendship easily broke most barriers erected by each to protect them from the worries of the so important school popularity.
“Wow, I never realized how much volume your hair has, Willow” said Cordelia, impressed.
“Well, it does but I don’t know how to manage it, so I’d rather hide than try to deal with it. But, I really love what you do with yours… It is so soft, can I touch it?” Will replied, turning on her side to face the cheerleader.
“Sure, it’s really all in the conditioning, you know. Not blow drying your hair, using the right brush. Here let me show you.” And with a tender touch, Cordelia raised a few locks of red hair and let them flow through her slender fingers. Standing slowly behind the shorter girl, she took her favorite wood brush and cut a line in the wonderful mass of hair in front of her. Brushing the end slowly, she made sure that she wouldn’t hurt Willow before going after the total length of each strand. Minutes passed, in silence, Willow following the lead of Cordy soft hands, leaning left or right as needed. The beautiful red highlights shining in the light taking the volume Mother Nature intended, soft to the touch. Cordelia dropped the brush and just used her hands to comb through the lustrous hair. She’d never been so engrossed by someone else like now. Every movement was hypnotic, calming them equally.
Willow leaned back, against the taller girl, the robe covering her smooth skin, opening the V covering the valley of her breasts in a very inviting way. Cordy’s eyes dropped and for the first time she realized how enticing Willow’s body really was. She quickly raised her gaze and was captured by the gleaming one Willow threw her way in the mirror. Time stood still.
The cheerleader’s hand slowly glided towards the swell of her friend’s breast, curious and unsure but not able to stop herself. Willow’s shiver was a wakeup call for both girls, and Cordelia withdrew her hand with a gasp. Standing straight, Willow looked up at Cordy and caressed her arm, stopping at the beautiful curve of the shoulder and then continuing with a slight hitch to rest on the rosy cheek until a smile came to rest against her palm. She responded in kind.
Willow picked Cordy’s hand and led her to the bed; they sat in harmony facing each other and tried for a tentative kiss. A simple breath mingling and then the two girls were kissing, wet mouths sliding against each others, sharp teeth clashing, supple tongues searching and battling each others. The intensity of their flight from the school, the fears they harbored, the resentment and snapping all disappeared under the intensity of the embrace. Falling on their side, their hands entered the play, a cautious pat here, a hesitant stroke there, all ending in a full body hug, where both girls could finally feel the malleable and velvety body of the other.
Dropping the towels and the robe, the girls caught the first glimpse of the other body and curiosity as well as excitement won over the passionate kiss. Each eager to map the body of the other, letting their fingers progress over the delicate skin, following the bend of a knee, the camber of a back, the curvature of an ass, the arch of a neck. And then a lick on an extended nipple, a suck and Willow was a goner. It’s like Cordy knew exactly the pressure she needed, the touch she yearned for, the places on her body that demanded attention. She felt compelled to reciprocate but Cordy wouldn’t let her, too engrossed in her exploration to give room to Willow’s own. The red head slumped down on the bed, opening her arms and her body to the passionate journeying the cheerleader was doing. Cordelia had a way with her hands and her mouth that she definitively was never given credit for. And Willow melted, reaching for Cordy’s hand and lowering it on her clit, she let her own fingers delve into herself, playing along her inner tune, sharing her pleasure without restriction and responding without inhibition to the cheerleader’s forward ministrations. She came. No, she shattered.
Cordy didn’t let her rest; she was primed for some action of her own and went back to kissing Willow. The satiated girl plumped her friend’s breast and started working over the excited nipples begging for attention. Scrapping the underside, she played with each wonderful globe until Cordelia was writhing underneath her. The kiss was still not broken, but sweaty skins were in full action, Willow knee applying pressure where needed, her mouth descending along the jaw line and worrying the gentle lobe of her ear, until the poor girl arched against her, trying to coerce Willow to give her the orgasm she needed so much. It wasn’t happening yet for the simple reason that Will was still learning to read the brunette’s body; but, she was getting there. Two fingers were playing against the wet labia, opening the fleshy lips, inserting themselves and making slow incursions deeper and deeper in the cheerleader’s core. Willow could now feel the pressure exerted by her friend inner muscles rippling first lightly and then more and more robustly as the orgasm finally took the young girl away.
Overwhelmed and not the least intimidated, both girls dropped onto their back, looking at the white ceiling, struggling to get their breathing in control and understand what happened. It just was so good between them; should there be another test to evaluate the possible outcome of any relationship? Could they even envision something like this?
Cordy spoke first. “We can’t let the other’s know.”
“Why?” whispered Willow.
“Because I don’t even know what happened, and I just don’t want to have to figure it out under their scrutiny” was the rarely given lengthy explanation.
“Oh, well, you are probably right,” whispered Willow. “Can I stay for the night?”
“Yes, you can. I’d love to have us waking up together.”
And with an economy of movement due to the shared boneless feeling induced by the earlier play they leisurely settled underneath the blankets and within each other arms.
Tomorrow will be a new day, who knows maybe even a new era.
Thank you for reading...
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And... oh my gosh this story won!!! I'm not making it up... My first foray into Femslash and people loved it and voted for it? Amazing!
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Yeah!, I just got nominated at Round 1 of Hellmouth Awards specializing in rare pairings! Wish me luck...