Buffy knew her friend was hurting. The worst part about it was she couldn't find a way to make it stop. Being the slayer usually meant she could figure a solution to almost anything, but this wasn't one of those times. Killing him would do no good, and the cause of this trouble was already dead. So what was she to do?

The answer came to her a little while later. Buffy realized one of the most painful things for Willow was facing the fact that Oz might not want her anymore. When he turned her down that afternoon for sex, you could practically see all of her insecurities coming back. Buffy knew what it felt like to feel as if you're not good enough. Hell, Angelus made her sound like she was a nun in the sack. All Willow needed was to feel special, wanted, and most importantly, desired. And Buffy thought she might just know how to do that.

So now here she was. Oz was gone. He had left the day before to God knows where. Willow seemed to be slowly crawling into herself. Xander had been by, and it seemed as though she didn't even notice he was there. Now, more than before, she knew what to do. It was just a question of how to approach it. It was hard to get through to Willow now, and she realized the only way was the direct approach.

It was about 7 p.m. Buffy went into the bathroom to change into something comfortable. Coming out in a tank top and a pair of baggy sweats, she made her way over to Willow's bed. She was just sitting there, staring into space. Buffy bounced down on the foot of her bed and took Willow's foot into her hand. She didn't even acknowledge Buffy's presence. Slowly rubbing lazy circles into the arch of the redhead's foot, Buffy waited patiently for any sign that this was a having an affect on her. The only noticeable difference was Willow's breathing became more pronounced. She gave the foot up, and worked her way up the calf. Still no reaction. In a move that could only be described as a move of a slayer, Buffy divested Willow of her comfy pajama pants.

This isn't working, the slayer thought to herself. Buffy climbed up the bed like a cat, stopping when she reached Willow's pink lace panties. Seeing her sitting there in nothing but her underwear and a sleep tank, Buffy couldn't remember anything more beautiful, not even Angel. Willows legs were the palest white, almost alabaster, and perfectly shaped.They looked far too long for such a small girl. But none the less, Buffy couldn't deny that Willow was breath taking. She had always thought so. Everyone thought Willow was cute, in that nerdy, shy kinda way. But Buffy saw potential. When vampire Willow had come to Sunnydale, Buffy wasn't scared that that was what Willow could one day be. Buffy was scared that that was how she wanted Willow to be.

And it all seemed to come down to this. She wanted feisty Willow, who would argue with her. Not this seemingly comatose girl who didn't even notice she was stripping her, much less her intent. Buffy slowly moved closer to Willow, and lightly pressed her lips to her lace-covered mound. She heard a soft sigh come from Willow's lips, and went in for the kill. She traced the line of her lips through Willow's underwear, thoroughly soaking them with her tongue.

Nothing.

That's it, she thought. In one quick movement, Buffy divested the girl of her panties. After hearing Willow's sharp intake of breath, Buffy knew she'd made the right decision. Looking up into Willow's face, she was shocked to see the redhead's eyes staring back at her with curiosity and something else. Something Buffy couldn't name, but was glad for anything at this point.

Going back to the task at hand, Buffy lightly blew on Willow's moist sex. Willow's hips bucked up, demanding more contact. The Slayer was more than happy to oblige. She thrust her tongue into Willow's slick channel, thoroughly surprising her. Willow let out a low guttural moan that made Buffy proud. She slowly traced Willow's inner lips up to her clit, which she lovingly sucked into her mouth. Willow let out a low keening sound that became louder when Buffy slid a finger into her pussy. Rolling Willow's clit between her teeth and lips, Buffy started to thrust her finger in and out.

Buffy couldn't ignore her own arousal, and momentarily left Willow's aching sex to strip herself of her clothes. While yanking down her sweats, she could hear Willow's whimpers. After ripping off her tank top, Buffy reached down and quickly pulled Willow's tank top over her head. After throwing it on the floor, Buffy moved back in between Willow's knees. Starting at Willow's kneecaps, Buffy slowly licked her way up to Willow's midsection. Once reaching the underside of the girl's breasts, Buffy began to lick and nip at them, feeling their softness.

As Buffy moved her head up to capture Willow's tight nipple in her mouth, she felt the redheads small hands slowly move their way down her shoulders. That's it Willow, come on. Buffy's head was spinning. As she began to suckle Willow's nipple more aggressively, she realized how bad she wanted this. How much she had always wanted it. Leaving Willow's nipple exposed to the cool air, she shyly looked into the hacker's face. There was no denying what she saw mirrored there. Lust, raw need, and maybe something else. Something Buffy was afraid to think of at the moment.

Reaching down in-between Willow's thighs, she found the girl even wetter than she had been nefore. Without even thinking she reached for Willow's face with her free hand and pulled her lips in for a deep kiss. When Willow responded by swirling her tongue into the slayers mouth, Buffy almost whooped for joy. Deepening the kiss, Buffy slowly began to thrust her fingers in and out of Willow dripping sex. Encouraged by Willow's soft moans into her mouth, she sped up her actions and applied pressure to her clit with her thumb. Suddenly she cried out in surprise as she felt Willow's fingers gently begin to explore the own hot pussy.

Buffy didn't know what was better. The joy at knowing she was making Willow feel this way, or the way Willow's fingers were making her feel. Way too quickly at that. Buffy knew at this pace she wouldn't last much longer, but she wanted Willow to cum first. Increasing the pressure of her thumb on Willow's clit, she kissed Willow harder before moving to her ear and whispering

"Cum for me Willow, that's it."

That was all it took. Willow started keening as Buffy felt her walls contract around her deft fingers. Willow screamed out Buffy's name, and it drove the slayer over the edge. She came with a loud whimper, thrusting into Willow's hand.

For a few moments neither girl could move. Both had their faces rested in the others neck, trying to stabilize their breathing. Slowly, Buffy removed her hand from Willow's pussy, and felt the other girl do the same. Taking the satisfied girl into her arms, she whispered quietly into her ear.

"Thank you, for everything. I love you Buffy."

"Anything for you Wills. I just wanted you to feel no pain. Love you too."

The two girls fell asleep in each other's arms, reveling in the love they felt between each other. Both were so satisfied, they never noticed the face smiling in the window.