Title: Modifications
Author: Banshee
Email: siren420@hotmail.com
Rating: Nc-17(it is a smutfic, isn't it?)
Feedback: Yes, please, you naughty kittens.
Distribution: Take it, but respect me in the morning.
Pairing: W/T
Spoilers: None. zip. zero. zilch.
Description: Hehee.. slightly smutty
Comments: Joss may own them, but I've had my way with them. And, if you have a fear of needles, don't read the beginning. Just page down to the smut.
A Dedication: To Rane for writing that delicious truck scene in "Camp Flutie."
To Xita, Ruth, Julia, Michele and April: for getting naughty in chat and letting me read, in all my sexy voiceness, my first smut out loud. And for inspiring so much whorishness every night.
To Brian because he loves my rageful vagina and he just watches all of the debauchery. You dirty monkey, you.
To Len because he deserves eternal shout outs.
“So, should I lay down?”
“Not yet, but when you do, lay down with your hands under your ass.”
“Is this so I won’t hit you?”
The larger man just sort of snorted, not completely answering Willow as she peeled up her shirt. She watched him as he pulled the hollow needle out of small medical tray. He secured the latex gloves on his hand and turned towards her in his chair.
“I have to mark the area,” he said picking up a fine point Sharpie off of the cart.
Willow felt a little uncomfortable with this man staring right at her chest. She tried to focus on something else, the music, as he cupped her small breast in her hand and lightly drew little dots on either side of her nipple. In the background was a grinding guitar, heavy bass and some man singing, if you could call it that, in a low growl.
“Who’s this?” she asked, not wanting to look at him as he leaned in closer to make sure his marks were even.
“Sepultra.”
“Oh, nice, very nice. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them.”
“Columbian hard core.”
“Oh, nice, very nice,” she said again, clutching to the side of the doctors table to stop herself from shaking.
“Ok, looks good.”
“Excuse me?”
“They look even,” then he realized what she meant. “The marks, the marks.”
“Oh.”
“Lay down.”
Willow laid down and shivered from
the coldness of the table.
“Ok, I want you to take three deep breaths ok. See that picture on the ceiling?”
She opened her eyes and saw over a dozen pictures on the ceiling of women with various tattoos and body piercings staring back at her.
“Which one?”
“Any one,” Then he glanced up. “See that one with the two hood hoops?”
Her eyes took a moment to find the one he was talking about, and then she noticed the one that was just a woman’s shaved pussy with two beaded hoops dangling from her hood.
She gulped, “I see it.”
“Focus on that one, ‘cause that hurt her a hell of a lot more than this is going to hurt you. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah. So, that really hurt, huh? I mean, sure it hurt. I scream if mine gets nibbled on too much. Can’t imagine having a needled shoved through it. I wonder why she did that. I mean, wouldn’t that get in the way of her doing stuff? Like peeing? Or what about running? I imagine friction being a problem..”
“Are you done?” He asked, getting impatient.
“Sorry,” realizing she had started rambling. “Ok, I’m ready to breathe.”
He picked up the ringed surgical forceps and clamped them to her nipple. The feel of the metal made her shiver once more.
“Let’s do this, then,” he said, waiting for her to relax.
She inhaled slowly, focusing on the pink clit above her. Women’s bodies amazed her; they were like snowflakes, never the same. She exhaled and took in another deep breath, letting it out slowly. She felt his arm move above her as she took in the third breath.
“Ok, hold it for me,” he said as she felt the needle go in. He released the forceps and told her to exhale. She knew the needle was still in her and the thought made her want to run screaming from the place.
“I just have to put the ring in and then we’re done, just keep breathing for me.”
She tried to slow down her breaths for fear of hyperventilating, but the endorphin rush that was surging through her made it difficult.
“This is just gonna pinch a bit,” he said as he rubbed petroleum jelly on the one end of the horse shoe shaped ring and slid over to her. Gently, he began to slide the needle out as he slid the ring in its place.
“Ok, now just have to put in the bead and then we’re done.”
She wanted to start clapping, but thought it would just be too weird. Within a moment, the small ball was screwed on to the ring and laying against her skin.
“Wanna see it?”
She sat up slowly, not wanting all of the blood to rush from her head too quickly. He pulled off one of the gloves and reached over and picked up a small hand mirror from his desk and handed it to her.
“Oh, my god. Wow.”
“Good?”
“I-I think,” she looked at him, her eyes wide, and he just smiled at her.
He reached over and slid open a drawer and turned towards Willow as she was gently putting her shirt back on.
“Ok, here are the care instructions. You’ll have to wear a sports bra or tank top and a loose fitting shirt. Wash it with antibacterial soap about four times a day and soak it twice a day in warm salt water. Don’t mess with it, ok? That means no rough nipple tugs for a good two weeks until its healed. After that, if you have any problems, just give me a call or stop by,” he handed her a small piece of paper that had the instructions he had just told her. “Oh, and it’s thirty.”
They walked around to the front of the shop, around the shade that gave her any cover from the rest of Sunnydale walking by and seeing her topless. She pulled out the money and tipped him a few dollars. He handed her his business card and she looked at it and smiled. She turned and headed to leave.
As she pulled open the door and started to exit she yelled, “Thanks, Nails,” and closed the door behind her.
On her short walk home, she had to stop herself a few times from breaking out into a full sprint. The adrenaline that was rushing through her was insane, definitely more than anything she had experienced in the world outside of demons and vampires. She hoped Tara would be home, so that she could work off this excess energy in other ways.
Her hands shook as she grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to the house.
“Hello?” she called out.
“Up here,” she heard Tara answer, her voice coming from the upstairs.
Willow quickly closed the door behind her and started to run up the stairs. The bouncing of her breasts made her wince a bit and she decided to just briskly walk up them instead.
“Hi, sweetie, where have you been?” Tara asked as Willow walked into their bedroom.
“Oh, you know, did some window shopping, baby. Whatcha doing?” she asked, looking at the books lying open next to Tara.
“Oh, you know. I have that test in ‘Sociology of Gender’ next Monday and thought I’d study a bit.”
Willow moved one of the books aside and sat next to Tara on the bed. She leaned in and placed a kiss on the blonde’s lips.
“Been studying long?”
“About an hour. I think my eyes are getting blurry.”
“Well, then,” she said, moving her lips down to Tara’s neck, “you need a break.”
The feel of Willow’s tongue gently trailing down her neck made the blonde shiver slightly. She laid the book down that was in her hands and moved her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to her.
She brought her hand to Willow’s knee and squeezed tightly, turning her head back to Willow, she kissed her forehead.
Willows hand came around Tara’s front and grabbed her by the waist, moving her lower onto the pillow. Her lips moved down her neck and around, lingering at the spot on her throat below her chin. Tara exhaled slightly and moved to pull Willow on top of her. The redhead continued to kiss her neck, moving around to the other side and down to her exposed chest. She brought herself up and looked at the buttons on Tara’s shirt. There were so many of them.
“Damn button downs,” Willow said smiling.
Tara returned the smile and brought the redhead to her lips. Their mouths pressing against each other, as Tara slowly opened her and welcomed Willow inside. She moved her hands down Willows side and under her shirt, heading towards the small breasts she loved so much. Realizing what was going on, Willow jolted up and held Tara’s hands down.
“W-what’s wrong? Are you ok?” Tara asked, shaken by the suddenness of her lovers move.
“Yeah, I, um. Ok, remember that conversation we had the other night about body stuff and how we talked about the one girl in your class with the tongue ring and nose ring? Remember how you asked, if I would do anything like that and I wasn’t sure, but that if I did, I’d get my belly button done, but then said that I wouldn’t because, like, everyone has that done. So, then I would probably get my nipple pierced because then that would be something that only, like, you would know about it and it would be ‘our’ little secret?”
Tara nodded, eyeing Willow.
“Well,” she said, pulling her shirt up and off of her body, “I got it.”
Tara’s mouth dropped open and she just stared at the small ring dangling from Willow’s right nipple.
“Ok, not really the reaction I was going for,” Willow said, defensively, moving her arms across her chest to cover herself up.
“I-I’m sorry. I-I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“Do you like it?”
“Well, I can’t tell because you’re covering it,” she said, giving Willow one of her lopsided smiles that she knew always made the redhead give in.
Willow moved her arms from off of her chest and let Tara look at it.
“Does, does it hurt?” Tara said wincing.
“A little, but it’s ok. The guy was really nice and he had me look at this picture of this girl that had her hood pierced so I would focus on something and not the needle and..”
Tara stopped her, “Wait, you didn’t get THAT done, did you?”
“No, silly. Just this. So, do you like it,” Willow asked again, getting nervous that her new accessory would turn Tara off.
“I-I do.. Wow. I just.. Wow. Can I touch it?” she asked, her eyes glowing with childlike wonder.
“A little, but you have to be very gentle. Ok?”
Tara nodded as she sat up, Willow still straddling her, coming face to face with her. She turned her eyes down to the ring and slowly raised her hand to touch it.
“Your nipples so hard,” she said gently touching it.
Willow winced a little at the pain. Tara took her hand away and gave the redhead an “I’m sorry” look.
“No, don’t worry. It’s just really sensitive and because of the endorphins, my body is kind of on overload right now.”
“Really?”
Willow nodded and smiled at Tara.
“So, what you would normally feel is, like, magnified.”
She nodded again as the smile on Tara’s face grew larger.
“Interesting,” Tara said as she moved her head down and began to circle Willows other nipple with her tongue. Willow held onto the bed to balance herself as Tara took her nipple into her mouth and sucked slowly, letting the feeling linger on her tongue. Her hands grabbed onto Willows back as she pulled her closer, bringing more of her breast into her mouth. Willow moaned lowly as the sensations shot from her breast to the rest of her body.
Tara moved her head back and brought her arms back to Willows side, “Lay down,” she said, moving out from under her.
With one quick sweep of her arm, Willow cleared off the rest of the books from the bed and they landed haphazardly onto the floor.
After Willow laid down, Tara moved over her, “My-books-are-all-over-the-place.”
“Sorry, baby,” Willow whispered as she started kissing her neck again.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Hmm.. You want me to answer that?”
“No, I’ll answer that,” she said, placing a finger to Willow’s lips, silencing her.
She leaned in closer to Willow, lightly brushing her lips on Willows forehead. Her kisses moved down slowly the side of Willows face, to her neck. Then, she moved from her neck to her chest, trailing between her breasts to her belly button. Tara kissed a circle around her belly button. She paused below her navel and tilted her head and pondered the existence of Willow’s pants.
“You are just wearing too many clothes.”
“You should talk,” Willow said, motioning towards Tara. “Look at you, all layery. It’s not fair, I tell ya.”
“You want me to take this off?”
Willow nodded quickly.
“Ok,” Tara sat up and unbuttoned the half dozen buttons on her blouse. Willow moved up to help her, but was stopped by Tara.
“Down,” she said, giving the redhead a stern look.
She went back to her shirt and brought it down her back, removing it from her body.
“Better?”
“No, you’re pants are still on.”
“Demanding girl. Not yet, yours first.”
Tara leaned down and used one hand to undo the buttons on Willow’s pants. She used both hands to remove them, as they fit snuggly around Willow’s ass. Tara tossed them to the floor, on top of her abandoned books.
She turned back to Willow and smiled, “Oh, the purple ones, how cute. Those are definitely my favorite,” she said running a finger across the top of Willows underwear.
“I know.”
“Yeah, but they’ve got to go, too.”
“Dictator.”
Tara laughed and moved her hand across them once more. Then she slowly removed them and sent them to the floor.
Tara parted Willow’s legs and positioned herself between them. She started lightly kissing Willow’s inner thighs. The redhead closed her eyes and began to breathe harder, feeling Tara’s hair tickle her thighs and brush across her exposed pussy.
She felt Tara’s head move higher and higher on her thigh, to where her legs met. Then, she felt the softness of Tara kissing the outside of her lips. Willow moaned again as another rush was sent through her body.
Tara giggled, “You ok?”
Willow covered her face with her hand. “God, I’m sorry. Everything is just really, intense, you know?”
“Good,” Tara said, moving her head lower, reaching the redheads clit. Her tongue slowly moved in a circle, making the redhead move her body from the intensity.
Tara moved her hands to Willows waist and pulled her down and closer to her mouth. Her tongue instantly hit her clit again, where she tasted her more intensely. Her mouth opened slightly as she kissed the area around it. She moved her head down and Willows taste became more potent. With every move her tongue move, Willow moaned and moved her body. Within moments, their bodies were set into a rhythm, Willow rocking to the movement of Tara’s tongue inside her.
Trusting that the redhead wasn’t going anywhere, Tara brought one hand down and outlined Willow’s lips with her finger. She could hear Willow’s breath picking up, her body moving harder towards her, as if asking Tara to go inside her. Not ever wanting to deny anything to her lover, she inserted the finger and slowly starting fucking her lover with it.
“Oh, god, Tara,” Willow said, barely getting her voice above a whisper. The redhead moved her body harder, trying to experience all that Tara was offering. Another finger went inside her and she gasped. The intensity was building inside her. Tara knew this, too.
All the while, her mouth and tongue didn’t move from Willows clit. She tasted Willow change, as she always did, when she was close to coming. She quickened the speed of both her fingers and her tongue, nearly consuming all of Willow. Willow’s hand tightened onto the blanket, bracing herself.
“Tara,” she began to scream, “I’m coming,” her hands quickly moved from the bed to Tara’s head, keeping her head there. Tara moved her fingers out from Willow and used both hands to pull her closer again, Willows hips rising off the bed as the rise of her orgasm rushed through her body. As Willow’s body untensed, Tara moved her fingers back into Willow again. She leaned her body closer into her as her fingers moved in and out of Willows drenched pussy. Willows body writhed as the intensity quickly built up again.
“Oh, fuck,” she barely got the words out before her clit exploded again and another orgasm shot through her body. Tara kept her fingers inside and began to lightly kiss
Willows body. Warmth was radiating off of the redhead in waves. After Willow lowered her body back down, Tara removed her fingers and moved her body up to meet Willow.
“You, ok?” Tara asked her.
Willow, who still had her eyes closed, moved her mouth, but no words came out.
“What was that, sweetie?”
“Water. Need Water,” the words eked out of Willow.
“Hold on, I’ll get you some,” Tara said as she rolled over and grabbed the bottle off of the nightstand.
“Here,” she held out the bottle.
Slowly, Willow opened her eyes, which had trouble adjusting to the sudden rush of light into them.
“Thanks, baby,” she said, slowly sitting up.
Tara kissed her shoulder as Willow drank quickly from the bottle. Willow moved the bottle from her lips and just stared ahead.
“You, ok?” Tara asked as she took the bottle from Willow.
Willow turned her head towards Tara. If the blonde hadn’t known better, she would have thought that Willow had either been drunk or startled from sleep. Her hair was disheveled and she looked tired.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Intense, huh?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“More so than usual?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Maybe you should get your nipple pierced more often.”
Willow just looked at her, closed her eyes and collapsed back onto the bed.