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Challenge: Screencap Three
Summary: Willow's reaction to what's happening under the table. (564 words total)
I just can't believe it! We're in public and his hand is stroking my thigh! What the heck is he thinking? I am trying to have a conversation with my best friend; meanwhile his hand is starting to make me think really naughty thoughts. The kind I usually don't think about. Okay, I do sometimes think those kinds of thoughts but never in public around my friends. These thoughts are bad enough but now I am trying my hardest not to squirm in my chair, and he is standing there acting all innocent. How can I just sit here pretending that everything is normal? Does he want to drive me crazy?
I'm trying really hard to concentrate on what Buffy is saying. I think she's telling me all about this new guy in her life. I'm not really sure though. And to be honest I could care less. All I really want to do is tell her to go away. How can she not notice what is happening?
His hand is slowly moving up my thigh, pushing my skirt up higher. His fingers are tracing little circles on my bare skin. I can feel shivers dancing along my spine. I can't help but clench my teeth as his hand inches even farther up my leg. He is so close to touching me intimately. Surely he wouldn't? Not here. I try desperately not to make a sound as his fingers brush against me. Oh god, he would.
He touches me the way he does everything...very slowly. He never seems to be in a hurry. It's always about drawing it out, making the pleasure last as long as possible.
Without further thought, I shift my legs, opening myself even further to his touch. I just can't seem to help myself. I know I shouldn't be letting him do this; especially in public. But it doesn't even enter my mind to tell him to stop. I know this is wrong but it just feels so good.
Just when I am positive I can't take it anymore, his fingers still. He slides his hand slowly, soothingly down to my knee and then he completely removes it from me. I am in shock. It was bad enough that he touched me in public in the first place. But to have him stop like that was just cruel.
In a rush of righteous anger, I sneak a quick glance at him. He is as composed as ever. There's not a trace of a smile on his face. That's a very good thing. I guess if there had been I would have had to kill him. And I'm studying witchcraft, I'm sure I could have found a very painful way to do it too. Before I look away I notice the look in his eyes. They are bright with desire.
All of a sudden my anger melts away as the reason why he had done this came to me. It was motivation for me to hurry up and finish my conversation. Evidently we had been taking too long. I hide a smile as I turn my full attention back to my best friend, anxious to finish our discussion. There's just nothing quite like the right incentive.
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