Summary: Faith introduces Willow to some consequences of using magick.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, 20th
Century Fox, and Mutant Enemy. No copyright infringement is
no financial profit is anticipated.
Warning: Rough sex and moderate BDSM.
Note: This story was written for the Cliché Fuh-Q-Fest at
The BTVS challenge was: "A spell gone wrong reveals feelings between
two characters that they didn't know they had. Deal with it."
depicts an alternate version of some of the events in the final arc of
7. Some spoilers.
Dedication: To Bobby, with gratitude.
Magick and Consequences
Copyright (c) 2003
"No. No. Shit-what did I do wrong?" Willow pushed her
hair away from her forehead, frowning in frustration at the candle and
other spell-making materials in front of her. "I mean . . . where
the hell did that come from?" She paused.
"Hell. Ha-ha. That would explain it," she muttered
wryly. She shook her head, trying to erase the image that still
filled it, the image of a face that had also wavered in the flickering
of the candle flame.
"I don't understand how I could have gotten that spell
Willow glanced at her watch; she had enough time alone to go about this
a different way. The slayers and the others were on a scouting
seeing how many people were still in Sunnydale, and intending to
those who were there to leave. And she knew Xander and Anya had
into one of the nearby vacant houses for some privacy, and Spike was
staring at the TV. Willow collected herself, did a breathing
to calm herself, then quickly gathered what she needed for a different
of spell. This spell had a locator spell as part of it, and when
small glowing light appeared before her, Willow said, "OK, wait a
while she cleared away the evidence of her spellmaking. Then she
grabbed her shoulder bag and followed the light out of the house.
As she continued following it, she saw a figure approaching her.
"Oh God," murmured Willow when the small light didn't pass by the
dark-haired slayer who was coming nearer, but settled hovering in front
of her chest.
Seeing it, Faith irritably swatted at the light, but it maintained its
position with seeming stubbornness. "What the hell did you do to
Witch?" snapped the slayer.
Willow muttered the necessary words to make the light wink out and
"I didn't do anything, Faith, I swear. I wasn't trying to
anything. It was a simple spell-I was just asking a
And it didn't have anything to do with you."
"Yeah, well, haven't you been known to fuck up spells before?" growled
Faith. "C'mon. Let's take a walk."
As they walked, Willow protested "I honestly don't know what
went wrong. And it doesn't make any sense. Because I tried
to check it with a totally different type of spell, and it came out the
"Hey, don't make it sound so bad, hon'," said Faith with a grin.
"Could be good for a laugh or two."
"The spell wasn't about a laugh or two, Faith."
"I know," replied the slayer in an uncharacteristically gentle tone.
"Either way, we gotta talk."
The two young women walked along in silence, occasionally glancing at
the other's profile, then just as quickly looking forward. Faith
led the way into a nearby cemetery, heading for a stone bench.
"Here?" asked Willow, half-amused.
"Yeah, well, I feel at home here," muttered the slayer. "And
we're bound to have privacy." The cemeteries were unusually quiet
with the advent of the First in Sunnydale. So many people had
left, that hardly any burials were taking place. "So.
Willow put her face in her hands for a moment. "I . . . well, I
was doing this spell to show me the face of . . . of . . . of my . . .
one--into the future. I just wasn't feeling sure about whether
thing with Kennedy is going to last or what . . ."
"Welll," drawled Faith with a grin. "You definitely could
"Faith!" Willow half-snapped and half-complained. "This is hard
"I dunno. It feels good when I'm with her, but not, well,
complete. Sometimes I've found myself wondering if my feelings
for her have
been more a response to her pursuing me. 'Cause there's
something that doesn't feel all the way right inside. So I did
And, you probably can guess what happened. I saw . . . your face."
Faith leaned back against the back of the bench, folded her arms, a
half-mocking smile on her face. "Bet that surprised the fuck out
of you, huh?
That's probably when that thing happened to me-like one of
those light-bulb-going-on things. I felt this huge, what? . . . rush
of feelings and
want and hunger for you, but it wasn't at all like just being
lust. I didn't know what the fuck was going on."
"That makes two of us," noted Willow wryly. "So I did this
breathing thing to relax, and I did a different kind of spell--asking
who was the
person who loved me, and part of it was the locator spell which
point me to the right person."
"Uh-huh," said Faith. Both women looked at each other,
frowning in perplexity.
"I don't understand," Willow began to stammer. "I mean, they're
easy spells, and, well, I don't make that kind of mistake any
But . . . how?" She shook her head, as if clearing it.
"You know," said Faith thoughtfully. "I just realized. I've
been looking at you ever since you showed up at Angel's. Not
really being aware that I was, but now I remember; I've been sneaking
looks at you every chance I had. But always while talking or
doing something else--I mean we've been so crazy with everything going
on. But part of me kept wanting to look at you. I always
thought you were hot, but when you were there at Angel's, I was blown
away. I remember going, 'Whoa!' and
then kind of trying to push the feeling out of my head."
"I've been doing the same thing," confessed Willow. "And I kept
telling myself I wasn't. No offense, Faith, but it's not like
I've been Faith's-biggest-fan Girl."
Faith grinned. "No harm. No foul. I don't blame you
considering what happened before and all."
Willow smiled shyly. "Thanks. But I do remember that when
you said you'd come back to Sunnydale with me, I felt really
didn't make sense to me. I mean, you and me?"
Faith raised her eyebrows suggestively. "It's not like we're the
same people we were before." She reached her arm behind Willow,
began drawing light circles on the back of Willow's neck with one
all the while looking at her intently, her dark eyes almost hypnotic.
"Oh Goddess!" gasped Willow. Her eyes closed, and her breathing
came quicker for a few moments. And a block of ice in her chest
the slightest traces of beginning to melt.
"Want me to stop?" asked Faith softly, with just an edge of mockery in
"No, no, please don't stop," whispered Willow. The fingertip
continued tracing circles on her neck, and she felt muscles tense deep
inside, while a hungry ache began to smolder at her center.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open. "But . . . you're so different .
. . "
"Hey, hey," murmured Faith soothingly. "I'm really sorry what
happened to your girl. I know how you feel about her."
gratefully that Faith had used the present tense. "And I know
changes that. But, Willow, you're not the same person you were
you were with her. I'm not trying to be rude, but you've done
and been through shit that just changes you. You can't go
to who you were before after what happened last spring."
"You mean after what I did last spring," amended Willow.
"But, yeah, I guess I know that inside. I know I'll never be who
I was before."
Her voice began to stammer, and a tear formed in each eye and began to
trace a path down her face.
"C'mere," said Faith gently, and pulled Willow into her arms.
Willow felt the strength surrounding her and, much to her surprise,
felt safe resting her head on Faith's shoulder. Faith held her
for a short while, then tangled her fingers in Willow's hair to pull
her head back so she could
look at her, then loosened her grip. "Listen. This is
If I'm too rough for you, you just say 'stop!' Got it?"
"And if you don't stop me, I keep going. Got that too?"
Willow nodded firmly. And then Faith grasped Willow's hair more
tightly again as her mouth closed in on Willow's, roughly parting her
lips with an urgently questing tongue.
Willow responded eagerly, clinging to Faith's mouth and wrapping her
arms around her waist. Heat seemed to build between them, and the
of ice in Willow's chest seemed to be melting faster. "Please
let go," she whispered between kisses that burned their way down her
"I won't let go, baby," murmured Faith. "You're mine. I
don't know how I know that, but I just do. It feels right."
She tightened her grip on Willow's hair. "See, you can't get
After kissing Willow breathless, Faith said "Come here." She
helped Willow up and pushed her up against the wall of a mausoleum, her
digging so hard into Willow's arm they left bruises on her pale and
red-head's skin. Willow looked bereft for a moment until Faith
her mouth. "You're a hungry little girl," remarked Faith after a
kiss, sliding her hand underneath Willow's shirt, unsnapping her bra in
and pulling it down, so that her breasts were freed, but her arms
by the straps of the bra. As Faith's hand closed around her breast with
confident possessiveness, Willow moaned desperately, both afraid of and
craving Faith's touch. Faith's thumb brushed the already-hard
as she raised her eyebrows suggestively. Willow blushed, and Faith was
charmed by the blush she kissed Willow again while rolling her nipple
between her fingers.
"Now spread your legs and pull up your skirt," ordered Faith.
"All the way up to your waist, and hold it there." Willow's
fingers trembled, but she complied, bunching up the fabric as she
pulled her skirt all the
way up, blushing all the more. Faith admired her legs as they
themselves, then calmly reached a hand between Willow's legs.
panties are pretty soaked, baby. That can't be very
Faith pulled a knife out of her pocket and snicked it open.
eyes widened, but she didn't release her grip on her pulled-up
With a slice at each side, Faith had freed Willow's panties, and she
them just as they began to slide down and stuffed them in her
With a smile she put the knife away, and began exploring between
legs. As her fingers circled the entrance to Willow's cunt,
her clit, and toyed with her lips, she remarked, "First chance I get,
going to make you expose yourself to me. I'm going to use the
light I can find and open you wide and look inside you. Maybe
make you hold yourself open for me, so my hands'll be free. What
you think about that?"
Willow groaned and nodded. Fighting inarticulateness, she finally
managed to whisper, "Oh Goddess, please fuck me, Faith. I'm gonna
die if you keep touching me like that."
"No you won't," said Faith with a smirk, "but I'm definitely going to
fuck you. When I'm ready." She continued to explore, her
finger tracing a slick path between Willow's lips, then pausing to
circle her clit with
the lightest of touches.
Leaning against a crypt wall with her legs spread, and her skirt
raised, in the middle of the cemetery, Willow was desperately conscious
of the vulnerability of her position. It made the urgency of her
need even more urgent-all that mattered was her desire for
release. She whimpered as Faith lightly toyed with her cunt,
tears finally springing into her eyes.
Faith noticed them, smiled, and gave Willow a rough kiss. Then,
without warning, she plunged two fingers inside Willow's burning-wet
"Oh yeah baby," she crooned deep in her throat. "You're so hot
me, baby and so wet. Just look at you, where anyone could see
spread open and being fucked and loving it, needing it like
Willow rocked her hips to meet Faith's fingers, so desperate to come
she felt like she might scream. Tears squeezed out of her eyes,
closed them to surrender herself entirely to the hard and fast pumping
Faith's fingers in and out of her cunt. With her free hand, Faith
holding Willow's breast in a bruise-forming grip. She suddenly
a sharp twist to the nipple, demanding, "Eyes open. Don't want
to forget who's fucking you."
"F-f-f-aith," gasped Willow breathlessly, obeying the order to open her
eyes. "Faaaaith," she moaned again. Faith jammed her
Willow with a new relentless rhythm, and Willow felt the familiar
of forces at her center, but felt it harder, a coiling with more
and strength than she had ever known. "FAITH!" she shrieked, as
coil exploded open and liquid fire ran down her legs. Faith left
fingers inside to feel the spasming of Willow's cunt as it gradually
down, and Willow threw her arms around Faith's neck to support herself,
to hold herself up on shaking legs.
After several moments, as Faith felt Willow's breath slow with the
contractions of her cunt, Faith swung Willow up in her arms and carried
her back to the bench. Once the witch had caught her breath, she
let Faith lead her back toward home. Instead of going to Buffy's
house, Faith took her to a house a couple of doors down the
street. "I go here for privacy
sometimes," explained Faith. "Giles warded it for me."
Willow reflected briefly on the oddness of all the empty houses in
town, houses that were now being taken over by lovers craving whatever
intimacy they could find before the final battle.
"Are you going to be my good girl?" Faith asked, her voice dropping
into a lower register.
"Yes, Faith," answered Willow, locking eyes with her.
"Good," said Faith, with a slight lift of her eyebrows and a carnal
smile. "Then show me." She dropped into a chair, pulled off
her boots, and then her jeans and spread her legs, and Willow was not
find that Faith didn't wear underwear. Willow knelt in front of
inhaling the scent of Faith's desire for her. She kissed Faith at
the point of the triangle formed by the dark curly hairs and then set
exploring the already-wet folds with her tongue, sometimes sliding it
Faith's cunt, sometimes flicking her clit or circling it
"Oh . . . yes . . . shit . . . you are my good girl."
allowed Willow's tongue to keep roaming until her need was
She pushed Willow's head up against her and demanded, "Now, damn it, I
Willow obligingly sucked the other girl's clitoris into her mouth,
licking and sucking and sometimes closing her teeth lightly on
eyes rested on the red head moving between her legs, then she gasped,
her head back, and let out a triumphant howl as her body bucked and
shuddered in climax.
After catching her breath, she pulled Willow up into her lap, tasting
her own juices on Willow's mouth. "We should probably get back,"
she said finally, with a clear reluctance in her voice.
"Yeah," said Willow in a small voice. "And I need to talk to
Faith nodded, gently combing her fingers through Willow's hair.
I know that's going to be rough, babe." Faith then gave a short
"And probably just as rough talking to B."
"I'll just be bearer-of-bad-tidings-girl," laughed Willow wryly.
"Buffy will probably be more freaked than Kennedy."
Faith grinned. "Well, for your sake, I hope she doesn't go
ballistic, but I gotta admit I'm sorry I won't get to see her face."
"No, you won't," replied Willow firmly.
"You tellin' me what I can and can't do, baby?" asked Faith while
giving Willow a resounding smack on the butt. "Just remember
or there'll be more where that came from." Willow felt
cunt contract as the impact of those words hit her. "And,
continued Faith, "I'll keep myself out of the way long as you need."
"Thank you, Faith," said Willow, dropping her eyes respectfully for a
Faith pulled her into her arms for a long kiss and a comforting hug,
they headed back to the Summers house.
* * *
Faith woke up to find herself immobilized and spreadeagled; it took her
a moment to realize that no bonds were holding her. "Wil-low!"
"No fucking magick!"
"Does it scare you?" asked the redhead seductively, as she approached
the bed wearing only one of Faith's t-shirts with the hint of a pair of
thong panties peeking out the bottom of it.
"No, it doesn't fucking scare me, little girl! It just means that
you are in major fucking trouble!"
"I see." Willow smiled. "But right now, there doesn't seem
to be very much you can do about it."
Faith's continued protests turned inarticulate as Willow spent the next
hour teasing her relentlessly. With fingers and mouth, it seemed
she was everywhere on Faith's body; Faith wasn't sure that she wasn't
using magick to stimulate more places at once. Sometimes she felt
the tip of a
tongue drawn slowly across her closed eye. Sometimes she felt a
circling her nipple with the lightest of touches. Or it was air
blown on her slick clit, making her shiver with the sudden
A finger teased the entrance of her anus without entering, and then a
tongue probed her navel. Tiny nibbles everywhere, from the soft
her breasts to her muscled thighs. A mouth sucking hungrily on
bicep. Fingertips and lips making butterfly touches at her cunt,
her lips, and around her clit. As she felt her arousal climbing
to a peak, Willow tickled her armpits, and Faith raged, "You can't
to imagine how sorry you'll be!" A wet mouth enclosed one toe,
sucking delicately. Fingers rolled her nipples between them, but
not nearly hard enough. A tongue explored her ear, while
fingertips drew lazy
figure eights on her belly. Whenever Faith's arousal climbed,
backed off to safer touches, leaving Faith increasingly
Threats, curses, and growls had no effect. If Faith strained her
to rock against the one finger slowly entering her cunt, Willow took it
and amused herself by combing through and twisting Faith's dark
With superb control Willow licked a path from cunt to clit, never hard
Suddenly Faith let out a whimper, a sound Willow had never heard from
her before. Rapt, she paused all of her teasing and listened as
the whimper grew louder and more desperate. Satisfied, Willow
two fingers in Faith's cunt, fucking her hard as she lapped at her clit
broad hard strokes. Faith screamed as her body was rocked by the
of the long-withheld orgasm. And as her breathing slowed, she
realized she had been released from her magickal immobilization.
looking her in the eye, with a half smile.
Faith jumped off the bed. "Did you think I was kidding when I
said you were in trouble, Willow?"
"No, Faith. I just really w-wanted t-to," stammered Willow.
She knew there would be consequences for her fun, but now that they
her, she had gone from feeling self-satisfied to feeling afraid very
Faith had grabbed a bag and brought it over to the bed. She
yanked Willow up, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on Willow's wrists
could react. Then she dragged Willow over to the foot of the bed,
flung her face down on it, her legs hanging off. Faith quickly
each of Willow's ankles to the legs of the bed, then tied a rope to the
handcuffs, pulling Willow's arms over her head. Faith made the
rope tight, tying
it to the headboard. Willow's upper body rested on the bed, but
ass was in the air, and her legs were spread so widely that she could
the strain in her thighs.
"Well, don't you look pretty?" remarked Faith. "Did you provoke
me on purpose so you could show off your pretty little ass and cunt to
They're going to be prettier soon." Faith walked slowly
to where her jeans were draped over a chair and just as slowly pulled
belt out through the loops.
"Noo," whimpered Willow in a small voice.
"Oh yes," asserted Faith. "Don't wanna let you get too smug about
those powers of yours. I'm gonna keep you in line, girl."
A loud crack and pain exploded on Willow's ass. She was
so shocked she lost her breath and couldn't utter a sound. The
next crack of the belt, and Willow screamed, lifting her head and
dropping it back on the bed. Faith settled into a rhythm,
delivering purposeful strokes, each one a burst of agony on Willow's
flesh. Willow could feel that the slayer wasn't using nearly all
her strength, but she could still feel
the power coursing through the leather of the belt as it smacked her
The force was such that she felt her flesh compressed with every stroke
and then swelling outward, creating an echo of the pain that hurt
more than the original searing pain. She wailed and yelled, but
the pain she remembered that Faith had been punished for her crimes,
she herself had done so much worse, and the only consequence was going
England with Giles to learn how to control her powers. She needed
and she knew with complete certainty that Faith understood this as
Suddenly Willow shrieked more loudly than before. Faith had aimed
blow so that the belt struck her exposed cunt; Willow had never felt
like that in her life. Her cunt was on fire, and she imagined her lips
clit crushed by the force of the belt. The slapping of the belt
to her ass, smacking into swollen and sensitive flesh. Her skin
so tightly stretched Willow couldn't imagine that it could hold.
few more licks of the belt on her cunt, and then Faith dropped it on
Willow was sobbing and coughing on the bed, gasping for air between
choking sobs. The sheets were soaked under her head. Her
seemed to be dripping with sweat, and her ass and cunt were pulsing in
with her heartbeat, swollen with heat and blood. She didn't
Faith coating her hands with lube, but she let out a yelp when Faith
three fingers in her cunt.
"You're mine," crooned Faith in a low growl. "You're mine to use,
no matter how much power you have. Your ass is bright
red, and your cunt is wide open, and that's just how I want you.
Just how I
want you to look when I fuck you." Faith was sawing her fingers
and out of Willow's cunt, then she added more lube, despite the flowing
also coating her hand. She added a fourth finger, stretching
cunt, and then her thumb. "I'm just not in the mood to be
she noted, "so I'm gonna be rough 'cause I can do whatever I want with
Faith pushed her hand inside steadily. At the widest part, Willow
out a high-pitched yelp, but Faith formed her hand into a fist, filling
"Oh goddess, oh Faith," moaned Willow. "I feel you everywhere!"
"That's my good girl," said Faith and began pumping her fist in and
out. Willow cried out in a long sound of pain and surrender
When Faith tucked her other thumb into Willow's ass, Willow moaned and
tried to spread her legs even wider. "You want it don't you,
girl?" demanded Faith.
"Yes, Faith! I w-want all of it." The steady pounding of
Faith's fist on her cervix caused a deep ache that was nearly
unbearable, but Willow felt herself falling into the pain, then
floating, then soaring in a wild dance among the stars, with orgasm
after orgasm crashing through her until the relentless rhythm of
Faith's fist began to slow. Willow whimpered, and Faith drove her
fist hard into her cervix one more time, and one more
climax rocked her body. Then Faith's fist moved more slowly, and
became aware of the room around her and Faith's other hand gently
Faith started pulling her fist out, but stopped just at the wide part
of her hand, stretching Willow unbearably wide, listening to her moans
whimpers. "Willow. Do you know how I know you're mine?
How I know I can fuck you and hurt you and use you however I
"How do you know?" asked Willow in a tiny voice, her body completely
tensed from the stretching just inside her cunt.
"'Cause you could get free anytime. From the ropes, the
You could make me stop hurting you. You could stop me fucking
With your magick you could get away from me any time. But you
surrender instead, no matter how much it hurts or how hard it is for
you. You blush that pretty blush, and I know you're embarrassed,
but you just open yourself up to me no matter what I want to do to
you. And you know
I want to hurt you and hear you cry and expose you and see you
And you could stop me, but you don't. That's how I know you're
"I am yours, Faith," said Willow in a voice raw from screaming.
"That's my good girl." Faith untied all the ropes and unlocked
the handcuffs. Then she lifted Willow to lay her down with her
a pillow and pulled covers over her nude body. She brought Willow
some water to drink, then crawled into bed with her, pulling Willow
arms, just as Willow began to sob. Faith held her and rocked her
soothed her, and when Willow begged, "Stay with me," Faith murmured
she was keeping her and would never let her go. And Willow
her head onto Faith's breast, and Faith held her close while they fell
oblivious for a while to the dangers around them and the coming battle
* * *
They were in a car, Faith driving, on their way across country.
Willow planned to visit universities and decide where to finish her
degree, knowing she would pretty much have her pick. She also
planned to use her powers to locate the new slayers so the others could
contact them and offer guidance. Faith knew that wherever they
ended up, there would be demons and vampires for her to slay and people
who needed the particular kind of help she could provide.
Suddenly, Willow said, "That spell was just so incredible. It was
amazing. I couldn't believe the power going through me; it
different from when I used such strong magick . . . before. And
was me calling on those forces. I knew I had a lot of
power, but I had no idea it was like this."
"Y'know," drawled Faith huskily, "if your head gets much more swelled,
I am so going to take you down. You're going to be on your
knees, whimpering and crying and yelling, and you're going to be
me to hurt you and fuck you and take you down even more."
Willow considered this for a moment, feeling that familiar coil of
arousal tighten at her center. "Yes, Faith, I know," she
Faith's complicit smile.
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