In the next few weeks things remained strained between the group after the lusting spell. The arrival and subsequent disappearance of The First was, if not a welcome distraction. It forced the group as it was Xander, Buffy and Giles to work together and then try and stop Angel from committing suicide. Despite all her anger and grief at what happened between him, and her mother Buffy still poured out intense hurt at the idea of losing Angel, how loving him was something she wished she could stop easily and how if he was strong, he would continue in this world and not simply give up. Call it divine invention, a freak weather storm or some strange supernatural occurrence snow began to fall. The once sunny, warm Sunnydale became a dark Christmas Day snowfall.
It was at this point that Angel had decided to leave town for good. Something or someone had kept him alive by changing the weather dramatically and given him a second chance. He left stating he wanted to find his place in the world and to that he had leave Sunnydale and Buffy. She was hurt naturally but she understood. She knew she and Angel couldn't be together not anymore there was simply too much damage and baggage. Seeing him leave was painful but she knew it was the right thing to do.
Christmas was also a time when she managed to interacted a little more with her mother at Giles's urging. The two had exchanged gifts and Buffy finally decided to return to stay at her house. Both seemed to be working hard to rebuild their relationship… which lasted until Joyce and the other parents of the town fell under the influence a demon that the entire adult population of Sunnydale to form a Salem-like witch hunt or a batshit crazy cult called MOO determined to take back their city from the monsters, witches, and slayers. While Buffy defeated the demon, and the spell was lifted once again mother daughter bonding was strained and it was once again left to Xander and Giles as the voices of reason to remind Buffy that her mother had been under a spell. She may have been still living with her mother but the relationships between the two stubborn women was difficult.
The events surrounding the witch hunt had also caused a strain on the group's relationship with Willow as it had exposed her as being part of a small coven with fellow students Amy Madison and Michael Czajak. Despite Giles's stern words on the subject of magic the redhead was still practicing and casting spells. It had led to some harsh and heated words exchange between the group consisting of Buffy, Xander, Giles, Cordelia and Oz and Willow left to defend herself. Lots of yelling and accusations were tossed back and forth. Willow felt that the group were unfairly blaming her for what had happened with the lust spell while the group felt that she was being reckless and not listening to their concerns. There was a clear divide between Willow and the group and both sides too hardheaded and full of pride to admit either of them were wrong or just admit they still loved each other.
For Xander and Buffy it was particularly difficult. For Xander this was his Kindergarten friend and the one person who always was there for him. For Buffy Willow was her closest friend and her strongest supporter since she had returned from her summer as a runaway. Now they felt that they was failing her by not defending her but each of them felt that they couldn't stand with her. Both the worried about the person they loved, and neither was sure what to do about it despite the long talks they had on various matters. Today both Buffy and Xander were simply wandering down the school by the interrupted by Amber Grove. "Buffy hi!" the girl said looking nervous and excited with a big smile on her face.
Buffy plastered one on her face. The last time she interacted with this girl was when they… wow is that rain? "Amber," she said simply noting that Xander was doing a horrible job at finding his shoes interesting and not ease dropping.
Amber bit her lip a little shyly eyes darting to Buffy's friend before looking back Buffy. "It's good to see you again since we… hung out," the girl said and Xander bit back a laugh. "I was just wondering if you were free this weekend… to see a movie or something?"
Buffy's eyes went wide, and she breathed in blushing a shade of red. Was this really happening? Was she really being asked out on a date… by a girl? Oh god let the hellmouth open up and swallow her up now. Got to think fast. "I'm sorry Amber, I can't this weekend," she said gently trying to let the girl down gently.
"Next weekend then?" Amber asked quickly causing Buffy to flinch and the slayer swore she saw Xander out of the corner of her eye biting his lip from laughing. He would get a stake in his heart at this rate!
"I don't think so Amber," Buffy tried again. "It's just that…" Buffy moved to Xander and wrapped her arms around his stomach snuggling up to his chest. "We kinda have plans together." Xander thankfully played along and wrapped his arms around his blond friend.
"So sorry," he offered the disappointed cheerleader looking at the couple with her shoulders slumped and quickly said her goodbyes departing. Xander watched her go before letting out a squeak in pain when Buffy pinched him hard. "Oww!"
"One word about this and I will pound you into the ground!" Buffy warned him and let go of him giving him a little push away as they started walking again.
Naturally Xander couldn't resist a little tease. "Certainly, made an impression on her," he said with a smile.
Buffy shot him a look. "Oh, shut up and stop trying to picture it I know how your dirty little mind works!" She raised her hand to smack him, and he held up his hands indicating he wouldn't push the manner anymore… or at least not at this moment. In truth they had been getting along very well. Xander had been nothing but respectful of her and Angel ever since the lust spell and during the whole First episode, something that he previously failed at. Gone were his cheap shots at Angel or catty comments on the manner replaced with an offer to listen and accept whatever she had to say on the manner. The pair briefly exchanged amused smirks as they wandered past one of Sunnydale's unlikeliest couples Jonathan and Harmony holding hands while sitting together. It would see after the lust spell many couples had formed with some people just deciding to go for it. Larry was now gay and proud while Buffy's ex Scott Hope had come out too. Harmony had finally decided to stop chasing power and simply be happy so was now dating Jonathan. The love life in Sunnydale had a little twist it would seem, and it wasn't even valentine's day.
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Cordelia smiled a little as she moved on the dancefloor. The music that was playing was a good song and one that she could enjoy moving to plus it was being played by her new favourite band. God, she had been hoovering around the stage every night Oz's band had been performing, pathetic much? Still, it seemed to have the desired effect as the guitarist seemed to be more interested in her than he did in the song he was playing. What was happening to her? Was she and Oz heading to dating? There was a flirtation thing going on between the two or as much flirtation one can get to Oz, he was sometimes hard to read. Still, he seemed to be making an effort to spend time with her. Recently she had come realisation that maybe she really did want someone who didn't fit into the little rosy picture that she'd imagined for herself. Once, she'd been a debutante and, though jaded by the whole Xander episode, she'd still envisioned a rich husband, a large house, servants, and children. A little rockstar who was both short on words and on height plus was known to get as furry as Chewbacca three days a month was not on her plan. Although maybe she shouldn't be so keen to stick to plans as life didn't seem that interested in sticking to plans.
She was in Queen C form tonight, dressed in a hot red dress that clung to every curve. Definitely an attention-grabber. Oz decided as he played his guitar keening an eye on the brunette girl. He also decided that if there's one thing that Oz is convinced of as sure as night follows day, as sure as E-flat, diminished ninth was a man's cord and that in the Jimi Hendrix album 'Are You Experienced' remains the legend's greatest work it's the fact that Cordelia Chase has the perfect backside.
After studying said anatomical phenomenon surreptitiously for the past few days, that is the conclusion Fred has come to - despite the lack of empirical evidence. Usually, he was not one for such gawking but preferring to focus on one's other aspects. But since the lust spell he had started to notice things, Cordelia's ass for example. Well, it had always been *there*, pleasantly shaped, and mostly hidden. However, tonight Cordelia had opted to wear a tight-fitting dress. An incredibly short dress. It was ostensibly a lycra handkerchief and covered little more than Cordelia's buttocks. Of course, it dawned on him that it had to be for a man's benefit after all 'Alpha female accentuates long legs to entice Alpha male.' There were plenty of suitors in the club tonight and many of them would be honoured if she picked them. However, he had noticed she had turned down a few offers so what was her game. After he finished his set, he decided to go over and say hello and the two of them chatted. They had been doing a lot recently developing a banter that was very new and engaging for both of them. But not tonight.
"You're quiet," she remarked studying him. He seemed unusually quiet tonight even for his standards.
"I'm always quiet," Oz replied, a bit nervously. "I was just thinking."
"About?"
"Uhm, if you were planning on eating dinner Friday night?" he asked her finally just deciding to do it.
Cordelia grinned to herself. Interesting... And not all together surprising in the least after all he wasn't the first guy to ever ask her out. She was more than confident in her self-worth. Still a giddiness swept over Cordelia causing her to blush. "I do usually eat dinner in the evening time on Fridays, so the prospect seems good that I will." Teasing a boy was part of her birthright. "Do you usually eat dinner on Friday evenings?"
"It's become a habit," Oz coolly replied enjoying her banter.
"Cool. We have a habit we share."
That seemed like a good enough segue way if there ever was one. Oz took a deep breath. "Speaking of sharing, what would you say to us sharing the habit of eating dinner on Friday night by doing it together at the same time?"
Dear, sweet, charming Oz. Cordelia half wondered if she was going to have to be the one who made the first move to get this started and was pleased now that it was clear she didn't. "I am more than a little agreeable to that." If you think you can hear someone smile on the other end of a phone, then Cordelia felt she just did. "How about this Friday? Is 6:30 PM okay?" she asked mentally already planning on what to wear.
"I'll be there with bells on," he then continued oh so calmly. "The phrase being I'll be there and not that I will actually be wearing bells."
"I should hope so for the future rock star!" She joked and then after a bit more back and forth he went back to perform again, and Cordelia grinned as he went. She had a date on Friday night. Score one for the red dress.
Across the club Buffy took a sip of soda from a can of diet coke as she sat at a table having witnessed the exchanged between the two with a slight raised eyebrow. She glanced over at Xander, who was sitting at the same table, and found that he was looking at the very same couple. Her scrutinizing eyes peered at Xander's expression, and she silent counted to herself, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
"You saw that right?" he asked but carried on before she could ask him. "I mean you saw that?! I'm not just making that up?! I'm not seeing things! You saw THAT?!" he said waving his hand at the couple in a disgusted gesture.
"You asked that multiple times!" Buffy winced with sympathy. It can't be easy to see the couple interact particularly when it would seem the signs would point to Oz and Cordelia would be heading to datesville. She had seen the pair interacting far more often at school and Cordelia was certainly wearing a date dress if ever she saw one. No doubt Xander wouldn't be finding any of this easy. "I'm sorry Xander but you and Cordelia haven't been together for weeks," she said with a sign. "It's not like your opinion counts anymore," she added gently. "Just going to have to get over it."
"How can I if they keep rubbing their potential relationship in my face? I mean, every time I turn around, I see them together it's all that flirty stuff! At school! Here! At school again!" insisted Xander and Buffy rolled her eyes and put her soda can down, making a soft sound as the aluminium hit the table.
"Right, Xander," said Buffy with an air of sarcasm, "And that flirty stuff you saw right now is as bad as all the flirty stuff you and did Cordy did? Which I might add, I'm sure was about ten time worse."
"Hey, I resent that comment, Buffy because Cordy and I were…" Xander paused a moment to contemplate, and feeling that her eyes were still on him, he chuckled nervously and glanced at her, "Never mind."
"Yeah...that's what I thought," she said with a smile.
"Whatever! Why him?!" he asked trying to get the conversation back on track. "Of all the guys she has to date why him? What is it the fact he plays guitar? Cause I got to tell you he doesn't play it all that well! Oh yes, I said it! I have been polite in the past but no he isn't wonderful! And he is too quiet!" Xander exclaimed on a roll. "Like would it kill him to say more than ten words at a time!? Plus, and here is the major fact he is too short!"
"Xander!" Buffy growled at him. "I'm not going to argue you on some of those points like… the height thing," she made a face at that but quickly spoke up before Xander had a chance to start up again. "Look I don't know their reasons and whatever but maybe the lust spell opened their eyes to certain… possibilities and now they want to pursue it. People are doing that now I mean you have seen Harmony and Jonathan they are pretty cute. People are pursuing new possibilities."
"Like Amber at school today?" he quipped causing her to give him a death glare.
"The point is," she said seething a little. "You can't control it as you have no say in it. If they want to go ahead with whatever they want to do… that's their choice."
Xander grimaced but said nothing knowing Buffy was right. He then looked at her softly and spoke up. "Willow won't be happy to see it." And at that Buffy frowned reminded that the two of them haven't spent much time with their redhead friend. Once he reached to the thought of Willow being his best friend, he paused, unsure if that was what Willow was, nowadays. Things had been distant between them for quite a while, Xander realized. Even before Cordelia and Oz had entered the picture as romantic counterparts, their relationship had been readily changed. Did Buffy have anything to do with it, thought Xander for a moment and then he sighed realizing that she had, but not profoundly. Whatever had cause them to separate happened, and everything, just made it worse than it had been before. He wanted very much to understand Willow. He would give anything to understand her and try to make things back to the way it had been Yet, he knew that that way was gone and to return to it was impossible. Xander couldn't believe how much Willow had changed to become a Willow that he couldn't even understand. Still, had he ever understood her to begin with?
She was always brilliant in his eyes and as the years went by only became more and more brilliant to the point that she didn't need him to tell her she was brilliant as she simply was. This almost obsession for magic had caused her to lose her way. When did she lose her way? When did she begin to associate the very essence of who she was with her magic abilities? Where was the resourceful, brilliant book worm, computer geek Willow Rosenberg who's gifts were self-taught and could never be taken from her?
He didn't know but he wanted to know soon. That question had to be answered and soon.
Deciding to focus on other things Buffy stood up. "Heading to on patrol?" he asked her, and she nodded wanting to focus on hitting something. "Want me to come?" he offered and was fully prepared for her to say no. "I promise not to get in the way, jump in the way, fall in the way, stand in the way or get killed while in the way!" he added very quickly.
Buffy smirked a little. "Fine but if you do any of those things or worse I'm telling!" Truth is she wasn't complaining about having him around. In the weeks since the lust spell incident Xander was seemingly hanging out with her...a lot. Not that she minded, not in the least. She rather liked having him around more often it was...nice. Things between her and Willow were strained so it was good to have one friend spending time. Willow refused to stop using magic, refused to listen to any of her friend's concerns and refused to back down on her issues.
The pair headed off to the nearest graveyard to fight evil in the night.
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"So, I invited you over not just to spend time with you but for a favour," Harmony admitted to her boyfriend as they entered her bedroom. Jonathan and Harmony spent almost every moment with each other and tonight was no exception with the blonde inviting him over to watch a film and such. The blonde had tried to figure out what was going on between them, but finally decided that they should just figure things out as they happened. Of course, the problems they had defining things didn't stop Harmony from making out with him every chance she could get, and Jonathan had loved every second of it.
"A favour?" the boy spoke up.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me with my geometry homework," admitted the blonde gesturing to the books on her table by the window. "I'm kind of failing and was hoping you could help me with that."
"W-What?" Jonathon asked in shock. True, it wasn't the first time that someone had asked him to "help" with their homework. It usually consisted of them foisting it upon him, and then demanding it be finished. Was that what Harmony wanted? Was that why she was dating him? "You want me to do your homework?"
Harmony's nose scrunched up. "No, I want you to… what's the word? Teach me!"
"Tutor you," Jonathan replied.
"Yeah, that's it," Harmony beamed smiling.
Jonathon frowned. It wasn't that he was against the idea of tutoring. Schoolwork generally came pretty easily to him, and he felt that he could probably do a pretty good job of explaining things to someone else. It was just that… was this the reason why Harmony was with him. Cause he was good at school? What was to happen once he was finished tutoring her? Would she dump her?
She frowned as she looked at him look a bit depressed and then she understood why. He thought she was using her. Maybe that was what the old Harmony might do, be a sheep and a user for the sake of popularity but she was now determined to prove her naysayers and doubters wrong. She wasn't a sheep but rather her own person now. She went up to her boyfriend. "Hey," she said gently. "I'm not with you just cause you have this big super brain. I'm with you because I want to be. This is just a little favour a girlfriend is asking her boyfriend. Jonathan blushed a little at that and she knew that it melted him a little. Time to bring out the big guns. "How about this? You be the teacher and I be your student?" She suggested with a saucy wink. "I promise to learn everything you teach me and give you my undivided attention." She promised giving him a grin. The girl should do tooth commercials Jonathan thought as he opened the geometry book, flipping through it quickly. His own math classes were much more advanced these days, and he was pretty sure he knew all of this stuff.
"Sure, okay then," he said and then started explaining the basics of the book and several theories to the blonde who began listening to him.
Later Harmony shook her head in amazement as she examined the equation. She looked from it to Jonathan. "For real? That's it?"
"That's it," he said. "It's not that hard."
Harmony scoffed. "Yeah, right. For you, maybe. That would have taken me half a day. Like this," she said pointed to another page. "I don't get what you did here at all." Jonathan examined the page, then nodded to himself as he apparently worked out the problem in his head. It was pretty awesome. So, she sat and listened while Jonathan carefully explained how to work through the problem step-by-step. Like always, she found it difficult to follow at first, but he was willing to go back and explain it piece by piece. After a few minutes, she thought she was actually getting it, and started to nod along with his explanation. He never made fun of her for not knowing stuff. He just helped her know it. He was cool like that.
"Wow you are really good at this," she commented impressed. She was very impressed indeed as she stood up from her chair and pulled him on his feet. "I think my tutor deserves a little treat for teaching me new things." She was all seduction and honey as she lean into him making sure his arms were wrapping around.
Jonathan couldn't help but gulp a little. "We… umm… still have pages to go over," he uttered feeling himself be pushed gently from her desk to her bed. He flopped down on it after she pushed him down.
"Don't worry honey," she assured him as she stripped off her top and eased the zipper down on her skirt. "I'm sure we will get back to that later," she said letting the skirt dropped to the floor posing slightly in her underwear for her boyfriend and enjoyed his dazed expression.
With confidence born out of becoming involved with the blond girl Jonathan allowed his eyes to roam her body. She let out a giggle as she saw how hungrily he looked at her and leaned in undoing his belt and trousers. His hard cock was released, and Harmony blew a kiss to him before she bent her head down and opened her mouth. Suddenly all equations and maths went out of Jonathan's head. He grunted and groaned as her warm mouth sucked on his sensitive member. His eyes closed shut as felt the unmistakable way she used her controlled, measured bobs down his cock with her mouth. The way she gently rolled his balls in her left hand and the used of her other fist on his shaft, using it to follow right behind her lips to make for an even better blowjob had him on the begging within minutes. Just as the short man was getting to grips with his girlfriend's flawless technique, he was surprised to feel Harmony's tongue tickling his balls.
"Holy Lord," he swore, clamping his eyes shut. As Harmony's lips encased one of his nuts and sucked gently yet firmly causing the boy's body and mind to fall under her spell even more. He couldn't help but reach an arm down to hold a hand in her silky golden hair. He didn't apply pressure or guide her at all since she had the situation well under control. Harmony moved back down to his cock this time when her lips returned to Jonathan's tool, she quickened the pace that her head bobbed up and down. She was now back to taking all of his manhood into her mouth that she could handle with each thrust downward.
With each new movement she introduced, the short boy couldn't get enough of it. When she swirled her tongue around the cock in her mouth he did a primal grunt that the blond half expected cum to immediately start filling her mouth. Alas, no jizz hit her tongue so the girl with the beautiful face slammed her head back down and began to suck his dick hard again. She worked her mouth and hand in perfect synchronicity so that her tutor simultaneously received a world class hummer and handjob at the same time. Of course, having a girl like Harmony polishing his shaft could only be handled for so long, especially when she got the head start when he wasn't fully conscious.
"Getting close," Jonathan warned the sucking girl, having enough courtesy to tell her as much.
Harmony released his mouth long enough to give him an instruction. "Cum in my mouth," she said before going back to working him on with her mouth. She knew what was coming but that didn't stop her rapid pace and kept bobbing on his dick although she kept migrating up until she was only gyrating on his knob. "Aww yes!" Jonathan cried in pure pleasure.
"Yeah…come on…do it," Harmony encouraged, her words coming fast so she didn't miss her just rewards. She felt his cock begin to pulsate against her lips just as Jonathan started to experience his balls churning. One or two more expert bobs by the orally talented blonde was all that was needed. The first jet of warm cum was quickly followed by 4 more pulses of salty liquid as her boyfriend came into her mouth. She collected every last drop of his semen and continued to suck him dry until satisfied she had received it all. The short boy gasped with air feeling like he had ran a marathon only to feel his girlfriend snuggle up to his chest. He looked so fragile and cute.
Her tutor and her boyfriend all rolled into one.
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Across town Cordelia was pushed up against Oz's van and let a moan as her attacker, the short guitarist and leaned in to kiss her. As she hung around watching him and his band mates pack up their equipment in his van, she and Oz continued their little flirting, talking thing that they had going on until the band members had all left. And then one of them had made the first move. They couldn't decide who but one thing they both knew… Friday aka date night was too far away.
The short man couldn't resist caressing the athletic curves in front of him covered in her red dressed and his hands explore freely as Cordelia kisses him. It's all soft skin and surprisingly firm muscle underneath and he wonders what kind of physical regime she endures. She lets out another moan as she opens her mouth, allowing the musician's tongue to sweep over her own playfully. When his hands find her full breasts, cupping, grazing hardened nipples with the sweep of his thumbs, the brunette groans encouragingly before they break for air. Their eyes met, and Oz kissed her again. Their tongues danced around each other, warm and wet. Cordelia's hands traced through Oz's thick hair, and they both breathed heavily through their noses as they kissed. Cordelia pressed against him, her leg coming up to wrap around the short man's slender form. Oz reached beneath her thigh with one hand, the other snaking around her back. Cordelia's arms draped over his shoulders, holding him tightly as they moaned into each other's mouths.
Cordelia licked her lips as she pulled back for some air. Eyeing the man before her with a look possession and desire. "I'm not doing it in your van again," she told him causing him to smirk. "I'm just saying it is way too soon for a repeat for that. But my parents aren't home," she told him, and he raised an eyebrow. They were both in the van in a matter of moments. He turned the ignition, lifted the handbrake, and put his foot down, his eyes never leaving Cordelia's.
They fell into silence again; there was nothing that need be said. There was only the waiting, and the gradual building of anticipation was built up all the way to Cordelia's house. There parking in her four-car garage, Cordelia took his hand and led the guitarist out of the garage, up the stairs, and to her large room. It didn't escape him how hot and bothered the sensual girl in a tiny red dress became. She clearly felt the same way as she entered the room, she lowered the straps of her dress and lowered the zipper. Her back to him Oz watched as she lowered the dress and let it fall to the floor. The black lingerie that the girl favoured left little to the imagination. Her body was a work of art and she slowly turned to the man offering him a sensual look. He took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes as she took slow steps towards her lush bed. He looked into her brown eyes curiously and she answered, "In the nightstand."
As the nightstand was out of reach, Oz walked over to open the drawer and find several brands of colourful condoms inside. His eyebrows raised at the amount. He was sure there were at least thirty of the colourful squares; Trojan, Magnum, and Durex. Turning to the girl in disbelief, he noted, "Uh, Cordy, that's a lot of condoms."
A little embarrassed as she sat down on the bed Cordelia exclaimed, "We're not using them all tonight!"
Upon closer inspection, he asked, "Why'd you buy different sizes?"
"I've never bought condoms before, okay!" she declared. "I didn't know what size would fit the best and that clerk was giving me the creepiest looks, so I rushed." Oz could only imagine and chuckled. He turned and saw Cordelia. All curves and beauty in exotic underwear looking at him with hunger in her eyes. She just crooks her finger, beckoning, and that's enough to propel the short man towards the bed. He returns to her with a condom in hand, and they resume their hungry making out, tasting, and caressing each other. Soon all his clothes and her underwear was both throw aside from the bed and Oz had knelt between her legs, caressing the insides of Cordelia's toned thighs with his hands while his tongue lapped up her pink pussy, covering her clit with his saliva. The teenage beauty shivered, and a tiny stream of honey emerged from her womanhood. Thanks to the lust spell incident Cordelia knew how phenomenal the short man could make her feel with his tongue and soon, Oz was ravenously lapping up the brunette's flowing juices.
Oz buried his mouth in her dripping sex, sucking on the hot flesh within as his hands massaged her inner thighs, hips, and lower back. The teens were getting hotter and as the pleasure sharply built in her, Cordelia gripped the bed cover tightly. Her breathing quickened and her moans and whimpers were music to Oz' s ears. "Yes! Th-There. Mmmmnn," she sounded as her head rotated left and right.
Her pussy was drenched with her juices as her body shivered with a growing tremble. Trickles of her juices hit Oz's mouth and jaw as he probed her vagina with his experienced tongue until she finally grasped his ebony hair. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm KUhhmmmmmmm," she yelled as her love tunnel collapsed in an explosion of pleasure.
Her strong legs snapped around his head, and Oz lapped up the torrent of her orgasm inhaling the musky odour of their lovemaking. He massaged her hot, soft body through her bouts of pleasure overload. Oz moved back away from her as he reached for the condom on the pillow. Tearing it he applied it on his cock while Cordelia looked at him with anticipation cupping her breasts feeling her desire return inside her body. Looming over Cordelia's naked body, he pressed his chest against her pillowy-soft breasts and covered her panting mouth with his lips. As the horny teens eagerly made out, entwining their tongues in her oral cavity, she wrapped her legs around his lower back as he lined himself with her budding entrance. Cordelia could feel the head of his cock resting against the entrance of her slit, pulsing and eager to enter her, and without delay, she squeezed his ass with her toned legs as he slid inside her. Both let out a gasp as he kept pushing inside her until he was completely sheathed inside her. Cordelia wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered as he slowly pulled out and caressed her sensitive walls.
"Mmm," he panted when he pushed back in, growing hotter and impassioned by the second as the pair found their rhythm and moved against each other. Pistoling his cock into her hungry sex, Cordelia groaned deeply when the short man began nibbling and kissing her neck as his hands caressed and massaged her inflamed body. The heat in the room sky-rocketed and their humping bodies gleamed with love sweat. The pair thrusted and pushed against the other desperate to cum together. It felt different than the time they were under the influence of the lust spell. One thing that had helped was their experience with each other as both knew how to pleasure the other well. A caress at known spot, a rub at a sensitive part and a mouth on particular patch of skin had the other bucking with need.
Again and again, Oz's dick fondled her insides, reflexively making Cordelia grip him harder. Their brains flooded with the cerebral narcotics of pleasure until they broke at the same time. Cordelia's sex shivered and contracted before a long, heart-stopping explosion of ecstasy detonated from her core, spread down her toned legs, up her spine, and into her euphoric brain. Oz's vision blurred and the room spun as she clamped down around him, and he blew his hot spunk into the condom. After a few crushing moments of squeezing everything out, they collapsed together to rest for a few minutes. Carefully he eased out of her, tied off the condom and threw it in a bin before he fell back in the bed trying to rest. Cordelia's hand idly stroked Oz's middle as they both breathed deeply, enjoying the relaxing glow that had come after an experience neither would ever forget. She snuggled up next to him enjoying the feel of their sweaty, slick body pressing against hers. They had been too busy doing round after round of sex to fully enjoy simply lying next to one another. "This is nice," Cordelia whispered finally breaking the silence.
"That it is, was Oz's only reply.
"Guess it means I'm your groupie now," she muttered rolling her eyes.
"You said that" the guitarist mumbled, feeling very relaxed. "Not me."
Cordelia smiled and moaned, half-laughing. "I am so not wearing the band's t shirt, in fact we should talk about merchandising as I feel you guys have no clue on the subject. I mean what kind of a name is 'Dingoes ate my baby' anyway?"
"A good one," Oz said, kissing the top of Cordelia's breast.
The girl shifted a little in their embrace. "This is so weird. You're so small!"
"Not exactly the kind of thing a guy wants to hear," Oz stated to the girl.
She rolled her eyes and looked down at him. "No, I mean, you're smaller than me. Usually I'm the uh..."
"Used to being held, not the holder?" Oz finished for her. It was a fact he was shorter than her, even now she was reminded of the fact with his head resting partly on her arm, and partly on her warm breast. It made for a nice pillow was his excuse.
"I'm not complaining," Cordelia said, squeezing him again. "This is nice."
Oz grinned up at her. "You said that already."
"Yeah, well it's also really weird," she remarked again.
"Said that too. I can gather my things and go if it's too weird," Oz half offered.
Cordelia shook her head and slipped away from him getting to her feet. "I think I can live with it," she stated walking freely in the nude over to her nightstand. "Besides," she said as she picked up the same size and brand of condom and tossed it at him landing on his stomach. "I'm not done with you yet," she told him in full on Queen C mode as she glided back towards the bed, her hips swaying in a suggestive manner. Oz merely looked at the mesmerizing view of a debauched and satisfied Cordelia Chase moving over him and straddling him.
No man was finished with Cordelia Chase until she said not now or ever.
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Willow wasn't even sure why she had turned up for school. She should be there right now, curled up into a ball and safe from the world. Instead, she was sitting in English class, her head aching from lack of sleep, and her stomach twisting in the hope of the thought that Buffy was sitting just a few seats away from her so maybe she could tried to talk to her. They could try and talk to each other and maybe her friend could try and listen to her side of view. Sadly, it seemed Buffy had decided she wasn't going to even bother to try save their friendship by not even sitting next to her. She felt ill at the fact that Buffy had made many mistakes and Willow technically didn't even make one and she got the blame for everything. She swore Buffy was going to be lucky if Willow talked to her ever again. Her, Xander, everyone, they were all to blame.
For example, one mistake she seemed to be blamed with was the fact he'd cheated on her. Oz, the one person she knew she could always count on; the boy who she had loved so much, and he had cheated on her with that...that...that absolute slut! That skanky ho Cordelia! He hadn't even cheated on her with someone special or amazing. First Xander fell under her spell and now Oz! Just thinking about it made her want to throw up. Oz had cheated on her. He hadn't even tried to deny that nor did Cordelia. Willow wanted to rip her face off.
And she wanted to yell at her friends too. They seemed to only want her to be innocent, sweet Willow rather than the witch she was. They said certain spells would be too dangerous for a beginner like her. Like she was a beginner! She was pretty sure she had done spells and accomplished much more magic than he ever had. It was up to Giles he would just have her learn the boring stuff first and never ever even cast a spell! They just didn't understand, they hadn't experienced the new, exhilarating power she's become quite proficient in. If it was up to them, they would have her remain… ordinary and there was little in all the world that Willow Rosenberg hated more than feeling inadequate. She had felt more than enough of that in her life.
It was later in the morning that she heard it. The hushed voices of her students mingled with the clacking of keyboard keys and the loud printing of paper. Willow stopped typing long enough to glance over at her students to make sure that not too much talking was going on. Before turning back to her computer, she was able to pick up the words, 'Cordelia and Oz', from the various conversations scattered around the room. Not since word of Xander and Cordelia going out had spread across the school, and the fact that it was he that broke up with her, did such a commotion arise from the students. That couldn't be true!? That wasn't even possible! That was the work of the hellmouth surely! The redhead held her composure when she heard the news of her ex-boyfriend and the Queen of Sunnydale. She just had to get out of the classroom quickly as soon the bell rung. Her poise didn't falter until she reached the bathroom.
Very few things were as pathetic to her as crying in the ladies room all by yourself, yet low and behold, here she is. A cliché of a cliché. Surrounded by the graffitied walls and dirty tiled flooring of her own personal hell, aka a bathroom stall. She's embracing a moment to release it all. To let it all go for a time. All the pain and loneliness she's felt ever since the lust spell was cast. If that spell had just been casted as she wanted, then none of this would have happened. She would have been at their regular picnic table right now, talking and laughing with Buffy, Xander, Oz and even Cordelia, teasing each other, joking about the life over their drinks. Enjoying themselves. They always had fun together.
The stalls to her left and right were empty. She's been quiet enough to not draw the attention of the only other person in the bathroom, who arrived a few minutes ago. How did things turn out so bad? Why was the world this cruel? The last of her tears fell, emotions purged in a girls time honoured tradition of crying in the ladies room. Collecting herself, Willow used a few tissues to dab her eyes, smoothed her dress down, and then exited the stall. She almost ran right into a pretty young woman who was also in the bathroom. The girl gave her a sad look. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Willow said. She sniffed and tried to surreptitiously wipe her eyes. "It's nothing."
The girl who Willow didn't recognise didn't buy that but had a nice pendant around her neck. "Are you sure? You look like you could use a friend." Willow snorted at that. The word friend cut at her. Her boyfriend and two best friends had all betrayed her trust and her friendship. She could use a friend. She just wasn't sure she had any. The tears returned, and this time they slid down her cheeks. The girl moved to beside Willow and put a hand on Willow's shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," Willow whispered, but she wasn't sure that was true. She hiccupped slightly and said, "Th-there's no one I can talk to."
"You could talk to me," the girl said. Willow glanced at her and was rewarded with a sincere smile.
"I don't even know you," Willow said.
"Exactly," the girl replied. "Whatever you're upset about, I'm not involved. So, you can tell me about it whatever you're upset about, and I'll believe you. Are you mad at someone? Do you want to hate them? I'll hate them with you if you want." The girl said it with such genuine good cheer that Willow couldn't help but smile. She let out a little laugh, but she didn't feel humorous.
Just then Buffy entered the bathroom and saw Willow. The sight of redhead standing there, obviously having just cried her eyes out, pushed all else between them aside. A wave of fierce protectiveness came over her. Her friend's in pain, so she had to help. "What's wrong?" the slayer asked.
"Nothing," came Willow's quick, precise, and without detail. This confrontation was the last thing she needed. The girl looked between both Willow and Buffy recognising the tension between the two girls.
"Usually people don't cry over nothing," Buffy pointed out walking up to her friend with a look of understanding and sympathy. "I guess you heard about… Oz and Cordy?" Willow grimaced feeling sick at very the idea of the couple, so Buffy knew it was confirmed. "Willow, I know things seem bad and you are ..."
"Don't!" Willow glare halted her words. "You have no idea what I am feeling!"
"You have seemed to make her more upset," the girl commented speaking up.
"Excuse me," Buffy turned to the other girl. "But this is a private conversation."
Willow came to her friend's defence. "Well, *we* were in a private conversation, but that didn't seem to stop you. Always got to be the centre of attention don't you Buffy?"
"Will!" Buffy exclaimed offended. "That's not true."
"Touche," The other girl added.
"Look," Buffy turned to the girl annoyed. "I don't even know who you are, but can you just butt out for a moment."
"No, you butt out of it Buffy!" Willow yelled at the blond. "Stop trying to pretend that you care or understand! You never do! All you ever care about is what drama is going on in your own life! I tried to tell you so many times, but I knew you wouldn't listen! You're just too busy saving the world and having a doomed relationship with a vampire!"
"Willow!" Buffy screeched eyes darting between Willow and the other girl who frowned.
"Vampire?" the girl repeated.
"It doesn't matter!" the redhead grumbled pushing past Buffy clutching her things. "I can fix this! I can fix all of this!"
Buffy's eyes widen as she followed her friend stopping her at the door. "Willow please don't tell me you are going to use magic?!" she demanded ignoring the girl standing behind them.
"So, what if I am!" Willow snarled at the blonde. "With one spell I can fix all of this!" It was then other girls entered the bathroom and the witch used this opportunity to exit the room and Buffy couldn't stop her. Willow rushed down the corridor and out to the quad where she took a seat breathing deep from running, she was so angry and upset.
"Not such a great friend in there was she?" a voice spoke up and Willow's head whipped up to see the other girl standing there. She frowned slightly. 'The girl could move fast,' she thought to herself. "Is there anything I can do to help?" the girl spoke up.
"No," Willow said, and felt a brief pang of heartache flaring up at how nice the girl was being. Her friends used to care about her like that, but now they were too busy wrapped up in their own little worlds.
"I'm sorry," the girl said sitting down next to Willow. "Here," she said and passed Willow her pendant that she had been wearing earlier. "It's a good luck charm my dad gave me," the girl explained. "I'm thinking you need this more than I do right now cause friends like that are worse than enemies and boys can be so stupid."
That Willow would agree with she lifted her hair away from her neck and let the other girl put it on. "Yeah, I can use some luck," she admitted before speaking up again. There was just something about this girl that made her want to speak up. "I just- it wouldn't be so bad if they were at least listened to me," Willow began. "They just want me to be nothing. Just plain old reliable Willow," she complained.
"But don't you just wish that Oz or your friend Buffy would just…" the girl suggested.
"Wishing can't fix anything!" Willow retorted sullenly. "Only I can fix this with magic not by making some childish wish!" Maybe wishing would be what Willow from a few years ago would do. Yeah, that would just like her wishing that Xander would finally wake up and see her for the woman she was. Wishing that she could be more useful in slaying and wishing people would listen to her more. But she hated that, Willow.
"But still a simple wish will make you feel a lot better," the girl politely suggested again.
"Oh yeah I can wish for a lot of things but what good would it do me right now?!" Willow exclaimed. "Making a wish for a new boyfriend, better friends and maybe a million dollars all sounds great, but it won't solve anything. People like Buffy and Xander will still think I screwed up and people like Oz will still move on! I bet they all just wished that I would wish that I never existed at all!"
The girl turns back to Willow, who gasped to see that her face has suddenly become very wrinkled and raw looking. It looked like all the skin had become red-raw. A mixture of either the skin had been stripped off, or the girl was suffering from severe burns. Veins were visible on her neck and face too. Little did Willow know was that the girl was the embodiment of Anyanka, Patron Saint of all women scorned. "Done," Anyanka cryptically said and the whole world went white.