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Willow reread the spell again, chewing her lip as she tried to translate the text. She was only able to read every other word or so, but she felt pretty confident that she understood what it said. She checked her supplies one last time before she glanced at her door, making sure that it was closed. She was alone in the house, Dawn being at school and Buffy being at work, but she felt nervous. She knew she was supposed to be staying away from magic, admitted that she had been too dependent on the easy fix, and here she was practicing a spell behind closed doors. She felt guilty, which bothered her in a way. She was good magic and shouldn't feel bad for using it anymore than Buffy should feel bad using her slayer skills. She shook her head before going into that mental discussion, knowing she would end up angry and confused and still be in the same place. She had hopes that she would be able to start using magic again, in small doses. Consider this spell one of the first baby steps.

It was an easy spell. Short and sweet. And it probably wouldn't work anyway. She should be able to perform it quickly enough without anyone even finding out. Again with the guilty before she pushed it away. It was a purely selfish spell, meant to find her true love. Ever since Tara had left, she'd been so lonely. Lonely surrounded by friends. It was rather ironic, but true. So, when she had found this spell tucked away in the midst of a large volume while researching, she had decided to take a chance. She sat on the floor by her dresser and cleared her mind, preparing herself for the incantation. When she was ready, she began to recite the spell. When she was finished, she felt a warmness spread over her body as her eyes slowly opened. Something had happened. She closed her eyes as her breathing became ragged, "Oh, fuck!"

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Buffy entered the house, frowning when she didn't find Willow on the sofa. It was the third day of the redhead's spring break and so far all she'd done was watch the television during the day. Buffy wondered briefly if Willow might have gone out, but she knew that things with Tara were strained beyond belief, Dawn was in school, and the others were working. That meant Willow had to be here somewhere. With a yawn, she started up the stairs, wanting to change before hunting for her friend. She stopped as she passed Willow's door, glancing at it in surprise when she heard a crash. She knocked, asking worriedly, "Willow? You okay?"

"Yesssss," Willow hissed, "just go."

"Fine," Buffy frowned as she wondered why her friend was being so rude. They'd finally been able to start rebuilding their friendship over the last two weeks, becoming as close as they had been in high school, in her opinion. Now, Willow was telling her to go away. She sighed as she started to leave, her eyes widening when she heard a low moan. This time, she didn't knock. Instead, she opened the door, freezing as she saw Willow on the bed. Nude, her body covered in sweat, her hand between her legs as she moved on the bed. "Oh...my...God..."

"Buffy!" Willow shrieked when she saw her friend, her face flaming red as she saw her best friend watching her. She couldn't stop, though. Had, in fact, been unable to stop since finishing the spell, nearly two hours before. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her fingers moved, her thumb brushing over her practically numb clit as she felt her release nearing, only to go away again as she reached it. She cried out in frustration as she hit the bed. "NO!"

"Um, sorry," Buffy stammered, her hazel eyes moving over Willow's flushed face, down her graceful neck, past her pert breasts, noticing the freckles covering her flat stomach, to the visibly damp red curls. She couldn't believe that she had caught Willow masturbating. Even when they had shared the dorm, she'd never caught her friend, not that she had wanted to. Now, she knew she should leave but she found herself frozen to the spot. She didn't think Willow had any idea just how beautiful she was.

"I can't," Willow began before another wave of arousal consumed her body. "Make it stop!"

"What?" Buffy was drawn from her not so innocent thoughts at Willow's words. Confused, she looked at Willow, doing a very good job of ignoring the arousal that was beginning to spread over her as she asked, "You can't stop?"

"Spell," Willow managed to say before she whimpered, her right hand cramping from her actions, causing her to switch hands, her wet hand now moving up to squeeze her breasts, her nipples so hard she thought they might explode. She decided to ignore the fact that Buffy's presence was causing as much of a reaction as her forced arousal, not wanting to thinking about those implications at the moment.

"Willow! You said you'd stopped," Buffy scolded as her eyes moved from the bed and found the debris from a spell. She moved into the room, keeping her eyes off of the bed. Knowing that Willow must be under the effects of some spell did not diminish her desire. She ran a hand over her face as she counted to ten, not sure what to do. She had been fighting an attraction to her best friend for weeks, knowing that it had honestly existed since their first meeting. It had only been after dying and coming back that she had become aware of the true nature of her feelings for Willow. She was still confused and uncertain, having not said a word for fear of losing Willow. It was getting more difficult to remain silent about the depth of her feelings, however, their closeness over the last two weeks letting her see a glimpse of what life with Willow could be like. And now this. It had to be some cruel test, she decided. Something that was meant to make her life Hell. As if Spike's stupid crush wasn't annoying enough. Now, she had to sit here calmly searching for a way to fix her friend as the object of her most heated fantasies was twisting and turning and moaning not two feet from her.

"Didn't mean for this to happen," Willow said in bursts of words in between moans and cries of pleasure.

"You never mean for it to happen, Willow," Buffy said with a sigh as she looked at the words. "What the hell does this say?"

"Not sure," Willow said, crying out, "Noooo."

"Huh?" Buffy looked up, hazel eyes watching as Willow's hand moved, seemingly not bringing the redhead the release she needed. Buffy licked her lips as she inhaled the sweet scent of Willow, sex, and sweat. Without realizing it, she put the book down and moved to sit on the bed. She ran her hand over Willow's face, pushing the sweaty tendrils of hair away as she traced over the soft flesh, "I'll fix it, Willow. I promise."

"Oh Goddess," Willow moaned as Buffy's touch sent a shockwave through her body. Her right hand moved, holding on tightly to Buffy's arm. "Do it again," she begged, her eyes fluttering as she gasped.

"Do what?" Buffy asked, letting her fingers move over Willow's face again, watching in surprise at the redhead's reaction. She felt a surge of power as she realized that she was giving Willow pleasure from just that gentle touch. She knew she shouldn't, knew her friend was under a spell and couldn't stop her reaction, but she had wanted this for so long. She moved her right hand down Willow's neck, her left taking its place to trace her face.

"Buffy," Willow spoke quietly, her eyes finding her friend's, "you don't have to..."

"I want to, Willow," Buffy said with a soft smile as she moved her palm over Willow's right breast. She heard Willow's cry of pleasure, moving to caress the warm flesh as she whispered, "I love you."

"Really?" Willow's startled eyes found Buffy's again, seeing the sincerity in their hazel depths.

"Shah," Buffy said, placing a finger from her left hand over the redhead's lips, not wanting to talk, just wanting to feel. "We'll talk later."

"Please," Willow begged, arching up towards her best friend, keeping their eyes locked.

Buffy gave up any pretense of going slowly as Willow begged, obviously in need of release. She wondered how long ago the spell had been performed, how long Willow had been struggling for an elusive release. She lowered her head, her tongue moving over Willow's hand and breast, tasting her friend for the first time. She'd never been with a woman, though Faith had made several attempts. She'd never considered herself gay, and still didn't. She wasn't interested in all women, just in Willow. Willow was special. Buffy's right hand snaked between Willow's legs, pushing the redhead's hand away as she continued to suckle on her friend's breast. She felt a wet hand move over hers, pulling it against the wetness. She moved to Willow's other breast, scraping her teeth over her nipple as she hesitantly pushed a finger into her best friend. She heard a cry from Willow and knew she must have done something right. She added another finger then another as her thumb brushed over Willow's swollen clit. She was trying to be gentle, having seen how red and swollen Willow had been. The redhead didn't seem to want gentle, though.

"Fuck me, Buffy," Willow begged, all thought leaving her head as the slayer kissed and bit on her breasts, fingers other than her own entering her deeper. "Fuck me hard!"

Buffy glanced up, smiling at the order as she moved her hand faster, twisting Willow's clit as she sucked the redhead's skin, wanting to mark her for some primitive reason. She moved her body lower on the bed, keeping up the thrust of her actions. Willow was moaning incoherently, her arms having moved above her head, clutching at the pillow and bed as she moved against Buffy. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Buffy lowered her mouth to Willow's clit, sucking and scraping her teeth against the very tender flesh. She heard Willow's cry of release as the redhead's thighs tightened around her, gasps for breath meeting her ears. She continued sucking until Willow collapsed.

Buffy looked up as she raised her head, licking away the wetness that dripped from her lips and onto her chin. She caught Willow's eyes, noticing the tears in their green depths. Concerned, she wondered if she had been too rough. She rested her chin on Willow's stomach, asking softly, "Willow, you okay?"

Willow nodded, giving Buffy a private smile as she whispered, "I'm great. The spell, it worked."

"You wanted this?" Buffy asked, motioning to the bed, wondering why Willow would have performed a spell for intense arousal.

Willow nodded as she sat up, pulling Buffy up, "It was for true love, Buffy. It brought me you," she said softly as her lips claimed those of the slayer, of her best friend, of her lover, of her true love.

THE END