Rose and the DA
: I don't own any of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
[BtVS] or any stories or works this my cross-over with. This is intended as an homage to them, and is in no way intended to infringe on their respective owners' rights. I don’t make any money from this, and I never intend to do so. Summary:
Willow likes to write porn. Unfortunately, she keeps leaving where others can find it. Warning: PWP, het-sex, femmeslash A/N
: This is an experiment. Please let me know what you like or don’t like about it. If you don’t like it just because it’s porn, then don’t bother complaining, you were warned what it was, you didn’t have to read it. Rose and the DA
Xander sat down at the desk in Willow’s room. He had come over to her house so that she could help him with his homework. Willow was getting some snacks, and had told him to come on up.
Xander had been in Willow’s room any number of times, seeing as how they’d been friends since kindergarten, so he didn’t spend any time looking around the room. Instead, he moved the mouse of her computer, figuring he’d play minesweeper or solitaire until Willow came up.
The word processor was running, and Xander was about to minimize the window when something caught his eye. What the…?
Xander started reading.“I’m terribly embarrassed,” Rose protested. “I just can’t … say those … things.”
“Rose,” District Attorney Alexander said, “I thought you were serious about finding your sister, Elizabeth. We need to know what she wrote in her diary, and I just can’t make out her handwriting. You’ll need to read it to me.”
Rose’s eyes were big as saucers. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll try. It’s just so….” Her voice trailed off weakly, and she cleared her throat. “I just feel so embarrassed to say those things.”
“Rose,” the DA said sternly, “you do want to find Elizabeth, don’t you? And it’s not like you are the one who did those things, so it will be alright.”
Rose hid her face with her hands, then raised it and nodded slowly. “Yes, I suppose you must think I’m being terribly silly.”
“Not at all,” the DA responded soothingly. “I know this is difficult, but it is important.”
Mr. Alexander pointed to a spot in the diary. As Rose looked where he was pointing, she missed the almost predatory smile on his face. “Start there, please,” he said.
“He told me to get undressed,” Rose read, “and I did so slowly. I enjoyed drawing it out, teasing him, making him burn for me. As I finished undressing, I stood there in front of him, completely naked. The anticipation created by my slow display for him made me want to rush to him, throw myself on him, to feel his hard….” Rose stopped reading abruptly.
“Oh,” she wailed, “I just can’t say that.”
“Rose,” Alexander said, “you must. Please, continue.”
“It was cold and drafty inside the big old mansion,” Rose read again, “and there was a fire roaring in the fireplace. I stood in front of it, with my back to the fire, trying to warm up a little.
“‘Do you want me to really warm your backside?’ he asked with a gleam in his eye.
“I just nodded, I couldn’t trust my own voice. He pointed at the chair, and I knelt on the seat, with my arms resting on the back, just like he’d trained me to do.”
Alexander noticed that Rose’s voice was becoming quite breathy, and her face was becoming flushed.
“He fetched a switch,” she continued reading, “and proceeded to beat my backside with it until it was nice and warm. As he did so, he berated me as if I were his secretary, and had misfiled something, which had caused him a great deal of trouble. The pain wasn’t really that bad, but the combination of that with the humiliation caused by the position I was in and his words … I felt as if I was about to…,” Rose paused. She glanced self-consciously at Alexander before continuing, “… I felt as if I was about to come from the switching alone, before he’d even taken his own clothes off, much less penetrated me.”
As Rose continued reading her sister’s diary, Alexander watched her face. He watched as her pupils became dilated. He noticed that she had begun breathing more rapidly. He imagined that he could smell her arousal, and smiled to himself.
After she’d finished reading of the encounter, the DA turned to her thoughtfully. “It does seem that this man could be responsible for your sister’s disappearance. But I don’t know what we can do about it. I just don’t think you’ll have the nerve to do whatever it takes to find you sister.”
Rose turned to him a bit angrily, with a resolved look on her face. “How can you say that? This is my sister that we’re talking about. I’ll do anything to find her. Anything.”
Alexander looked at her speculatively. “I almost think you mean that,” he said, tapping a finger on his chin. “If you do this, you might very well possibly encounter this man. From his description in the diary, he would quite probably ask you to do things like your sister did for him. Could you do that?”
Rose’s expression faltered a bit, before becoming resolved again. “Yes, if it’s for my sister, then I could, certainly.”
He shook his head, saying, “I think you might mean that now, but I think you’d be unable to do what he asked. You’ve never done anything like that before. Have you?”
She shook her vehemently. “Of course not,” she denied. “What kind of a girl do you think I am? But … but I think I could … I know I could, if it were for Elizabeth.”
“No,” he said, “I just don’t think that you could. Suppose he were to ask you to get undressed. Could you do that? If he asks something of you, and you quailed at his request, you could put yourself in grave danger. Could you get undressed now, here, in front of me? You are in absolutely no danger here, and I don’t think you even have the courage to do that. What about when your life—not to mention Elizabeth’s—is on the line?”
Rose scowled at him, then stood abruptly. She started undressing angrily, with jerking motions. Alexander just watched her with a stoic expression, but he was silently pleased.
Rose quickly removed her dress, dropping it to the floor. As she stepped out of her heels, Alexander moved back on the bed, and lay back with his head propped up on the pillows, hands clasped behind his head. Rose turned her back to him as bent at the waist and rolled her stockings down. Alexander grinned as he enjoyed the view of her plump bottom.
Standing back up straight, Rose reached her arms back and unsnapped her bra, dropping it to the floor with her other clothes. Slipping her hands inside the elastic of her panties, she slid them down, wiggling her butt as she lowered the silk over her hips, then she dropped the panties to the floor and stepped out of them before turning back to face him.
Rose’s face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment, but she stood there, arms akimbo, her expression daring him to say the wrong thing. He examined her for a moment, and she could see his eyes move up and down her body. Her pert breasts were topped with nipples that were stiff with her nervousness and desire. Her trim waist spread out to lusciously proportioned hips. At the center of her was a light triangle of hair, that couldn’t quite cover her nether lips.
With great difficulty, he kept a straight face, patting the bed beside him. She glared at him a moment longer, then sat beside him.
“Well?” she demanded. “Who doesn’t have enough nerve?”
Instead of answering her, Alexander pushed her down to lie beside him on the bed. He picked up another of the books they had found in her sister’s locked drawer, handing it to Rose. She took it, looking confused.
“I just won’t feel it is safe to send you into such a situation, if I can’t believe you could do whatever he asked of you,” he told her. Opening the book in her hands, he told her to read from it.
“Jessica knelt between my legs with and enthusiastic grin,” Rose read. “‘Don’t stop!’ I complained. She kissed my thigh, nuzzling her nose into the soft downy hair hiding my pussy. I sighed happily and ran my hands through her hair. She moved to my other thigh, and began kissing me there as her hand began to softly stroke my outer lips, occasionally barely brushing against my clitoris. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.
“I moaned with desire and frustration as her mouth brushed past my pussy again and she moved her kisses back to my other thigh. I tried to pull her head back to the center, willing her to use her tongue where she knew I wanted it, knew I needed it.
“Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she slowly, languidly, ran her tongue up my slit, from bottom to top. Placing a kiss on my pubic bone, she moved back down and began lapping gently along my lips, driving me wild with desire.
“Wrapping an arm around my leg, Jessica began slowly, gently playing with my clit. At the same time, she began rubbing my anus, just barely stroking her finger tip over it, as she continued licking my sex, occasionally dipping her tongue a little deeper between my lips.
“I moved a hand to my breasts, and began playing with my nipple, pulling on it, pinching it. I could feel a tension building, spreading throughout my body, until I felt like I would snap.
“Almost psychically, she sensed that I was growing near, and spread my pussy wide with one hand. Leaning up slightly, she began sucking on my clit as she slid a finger into my wet depths.
“I felt as if I would suffocate, unable to get enough oxygen. She increased the pressure on my clit, sucking a little bit harder, as she began to fuck me with her finger, slowly at first, then more and more rapidly.
“Suddenly, she turned her hand palm up, curling her finger deep inside me, rubbing against that spot—the room seemed to explode as I came with a shriek, squeezing her finger, trapping it in me. Wave after wave of pleasure shooting through my body. As I slowly regained my senses, spots floating in my vision.”
As Rose read, Alexander had touched her wherever the story mentioned. He brushed his fingers across her thighs, he gently rubbed her pussy lips, he played with her nipples. He even rubbed her anus.
“Xander,” Willow called, coming into the room, “we’re out of Twinkies, I hope Ding-Dongs are okay.”
Xander quickly hit the minimize button, hoping that Willow couldn’t tell that he’d been reading her story. He’d just have to stay seated for the next, oh, day or so. “Uh,” he stammered. “Ding-Dongs. Yeah, those are fine.”