Her moves were swift and certain. She ducked an incoming right hook and punched
the gut of the offender in front of her which sent him literally up off the ground
a few feet. A snarl came from low within his gut and he doubled the efforts. She
sidestepped his next attack easily which sent him headlong into a row of potted
azaleas. "One hundred thousand sperm and YOU were the fastest?" She dead-panned.
"Adam saves! Adam will save us all. The time of judgment is upon you!" He got
to his feet and growled again.
"Yeah, yeah. Adam saves!" She attacked him again and threw a roundhouse kick to
the left side of his face. "...He Passes It To Summers...Summers Shoots" He
reeled back and she plunged the stake into his chest. "...She Scores!" She
straightened up and wiped the dust off of her jacket. She stood there a moment
then shook her head in disappointment. "You know. I work long and hard on my
quips. You'd think they'd applaud or at least throw quarters before upping my dry
cleaning bill." She shook her hair out with her hands. "That's the last of them.
You okay, Will?"
Crimson hair poked up from behind a headstone then slowly a pair of green eyes
appeared there too. She nodded and cleared her throat. "Was that...it? The last
She smiled and walked over to her hacker friend. "For tonight.. Thanks for the
She stood and brushed the leaves off her long skirt. "Yeah, cowering behind a
headstone's always a big help. Glad I could be of service." She smirked.
Buffy smiled. "Hey, you help. I never would have found them if it wasn't for
She shrugged and entwined her fingers together. "Yeah well, it was kind of hard
to miss the whole fleeing in terror thing."
Buffy smiled. "Come on. We deserve a girls night. We'll go back to the dorm and
have popcorn and hot cocoa."
"With little marshmallows?" Her eyes widened.
"Wouldn't be the same without them."
Buffy walked next to her friend in silence. Slaying on campus was, to say the
least, convenient. She decided to widen her patrol to include the three
cemeteries within walking distance. Campus had been quiet for a few weeks and it
was all the same to her. Slay the vamps who were attacking the helpless co-eds or
the ones that dug out from their graves waiting to grab a happy meal with legs, as
Spike once said. She saw Willow running in the distance and three dark figures
closing in behind her. It was lucky too, Buffy was about to end patrol and head
back to the dorm. She furrowed her brow at the thought.
Willow noticed the changing expressions in her best friends face. To say she was
unreadable at the moment was an understatement. "Bad thoughts?"
Buffy broke from her inner line of questioning. "Huh? Not really. What were you
doing in the cemetery, Will?"
Buffy nodded but didn't press for more. They approached Stevenson Hall and Buffy
pulled her keys out to unlock the door. She froze and looked down at the knob.
"Buffy, what is it?" Willow's voice took on a tinge of concern.
She pressed her finger to her lips and whispered. "Someone's in there."
Almost soundlessly she cracked open the door to find the room darkened. She
peered inside and saw a figure laying on Willow's bed. She motioned for Willow to
stay put and crept inside.
Taking baby steps, she made her way to the bed and pounced on the intruder. He,
and it was a definite masculine yelp, was sent flying to the other side of the
room and crashed into the wall with a resounding thud. Willow reached her hand
into the room and turned the lights on.
Just as Buffy was about to plant a size nine into the creeps face Willow yelled.
She stopped inches away. The familiar features and manner of cowering registered
in her brain. "Xander!"
He gave her a much too goofy grin. "Thanks for the warm welcome oh, 'slay now ask
questions later' one."
She put her hand out and helped him up. "Hello! The wheel is turning but the
hamster must be dead. You should know better than to sneak around in a dark dorm
room. I could have taken your head off!. What? You bored in your parents
basement and decided that slacking off someplace else was in order?"
"Needed a change of scenery. And I wasn't sneaking, I was sleeping. Besides, I
haven't seen my best buds in a while and I thought I'd surprise you. Apparently
I've succeeded." He straightened out his shirt and shoved his hands in his
"How did you get in?" Willow piped in from her desk.
"You gave me a spare. Remember?" He offered a sheepish grin.
"Sorry Xand. Will and I declared this an official girls night about ten minutes
ago. Now, if you went on patrol with me like you said you would, you coulda had
a fighting chance."
He blushed a little. "I was, um, delayed by unforeseen events."
Buffy nodded and ushered him to the door. "Well, tell the unforeseen event Will
and I said hello. Glad to see our friendly neighborhood ex-vengeance demon is
keeping you in line." She smiled. "You have to remind me sometime to ask her how
she does it. "
"Fine. I'm not a complete idiot. Some parts are still missing...besides, I can
tell when I'm..." The door closed firmly and he completed his sentence from the
other side. "...not wanted. Have fun you two." Came from behind the closed door
followed by retreating footsteps.
Willow shook her head. "He really needs to get his act together. All he does is
sit around in that basement with Anya."
"I'm sure they're doing a little more than just sitting around Will."
"I know that." She blushed. "I mean, here we are in college doing the whole
higher education thing and he's being a big lumpy in the basement." She crossed
the room and sat down on the bed. "Most people try to leave their mark in the
world. He'll be lucky if he leaves a stain."
Buffy couldn't help but laugh. "Will! That was a little harsh."
Willow looked at her and her expression changed slightly to one of concern. "You
think so? Am I being to hard on him?"
Buffy sat down next to her. "You worry too much Will. He'll get his act together
She nodded and seemed satisfied with that thought. "I distinctly remember a
promise of liquidy chocolate goodness in my immediate future complete with sugary
Buffy got up to get the cocoa. She smiled at the thought of the night ahead of
them. It had been a long time since they'd had a girls only night, way too long.
Buffy was busy doubling her patrol time looking for Adam and Willow had been
spending most of her time with her studies and advanced computer courses. She was
almost back to her old self after everything happened with Oz. Buffy remembered
how angry she was when Willow told her the whole story with Veruca. She felt
angry and sad and hurt and wanted to rip his big furry head off without a second
thought. With all of those emotions running through Buffy, she could only imagine
what Willow had been going through. She was devastated. If anyone never deserved
to be dealt that kind of hand, it had been Willow. Buffy stole a glance at the
redhead who was flipping through a magazine on her bed. She'd definitely come
through it a stronger person. When she walked back to the dorm with Willow after
Riley yanked her from the street, she didn't say anything. Buffy commented to
Giles later that it was like it hurt too much to form words. Now, months later,
the old Willow began to immerge again and Buffy was thankful for it. The thought
of her best friend healing and becoming herself again made her happy. It was good
to have Willow back.
"Good thoughts this time?" Willow looked up from her magazine.
"Nothing but." She took the cups from the microwave and joined her on the bed.
"I was just thinking about how good it is to have you around. The old you I
mean." She handed a cup to Willow.
She smiled. "Thanks. Twice." She took a sip of the hot cocoa then frowned.
"There was a new me you weren't fond of?"
Buffy wasn't surprised by the question. It was classic Willow to take a little
compliment and find the one off thing about it. She wondered sometimes how she
did it. It was like what ever nice thing anyone said to her had to have a catch.
"No, I'm fond of both actually. I'm fond of all of you." Willow furrowed her
brow in confusion. "I just meant that you've been more like yourself lately.
After the whole Oz thing you had me worried. You had all of us worried."
Buffy looked at her again. "I'm sorry. It's still a sore spot."
"No, it's okay. Not so sore, I'm healing nicely." She smiled at the Slayer and
continued. "I'm dealing. I've embraced the pain and moved on. It still hurts
sometimes, don't get me wrong, but you just have to accept the fact that some days
you're the pigeon and some days you're the statue."
Buffy chuckled. "Interesting view on things Will. I'm proud of you."
"Life's just not fair sometimes. You wind up getting the stinky part of the deal
at one point or another." She shrugged and rolled over on her back. "You know
what I mean. You've been dealt a bad hand a few times, but you got through it
just the same."
"I got through it because I had you...and the gang. Sometimes I wonder how much
it's all worth though. To go on patrol every night, do my homework, defeat the
bad guys and still try to maintain some kind of normal 19 year olds social life."
She rolled over on her back and got comfortable again. "Expecting the world to
treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge
because you are a vegetarian."
Willow glanced over at her. "That's a little cynical, don't you think?"
"Maybe, then again maybe not. I mean I've always wanted to be somebody. I guess
I should have been more specific."
"Buffy you are somebody." Willow rolled over on her side and looked at the blonde
next to her. "You're the Slayer, the Chosen One...you keep us all safe..."
"What good is it if no one knows? If no one is there to appreciate the callous'
on my hands or the bruises on my shoulder or the nightly pummeling I get? I guess
I just want a little recognition. I mean, I'm saving the world here Will. 98% of
the population are asleep on their feet and the other 2% are staring around in
complete amazement, abject terror, or both. Guess which category I fall into?"
Willow thought about it for a few moments then responded. "We."
Buffy gave her a quizzical look. "Huh?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, I've been doing the stealthy thing with you for
almost four years now. And so has Xander and Giles and Oz and Cordelia, well,
the last two not so much since they got outa dodge."
"I know that Will and I appreciate it but..."
"But nothing. If you fall into that 2% then so do I. We're fighting evil here,
big scary evil, and I feel good about doing it with you. To be a part of it."
"So do I, don't get me wrong. I just feel sometimes that..."
"...It's not worth it. That no matter how many fangy guys you kill there's still
gonna be more to take their place tomorrow." She placed her hand on Buffy's arm.
Buffy propped herself up on her elbow so they were face to face. Willow gets it.
She gets it in a way that no other normal person who wasn't a Watcher or a Slayer
did. Sometimes her best friend amazed her with the insight and inside track she
had to how she felt.
"With the whole appreciation thing? I do. I know it's hard having this secret
life...and you make a lot of sacrifices, but it's all turns out good in the end."
She looked down for a moment and picked at a piece of fuzz on the comforter. "And
I know it's because of you...you make me feel safe., make all of us safe I mean."
She threw the last part in quickly but for the life of her, couldn't pin down an
exact reason why. She and Buffy had had heart to heart talks before, but somehow
this one felt a little different and was heading into uncharted territory. It had
a little more of her heart in it and that was both exciting and terrifying at the
Buffy looked at her a little dazed. Willow did appreciate everything, didn't she?
She'd never really said as much but it showed all the time. The countless hours
of research she put in, she put herself on the line every time she cracked another
security system on the computer and free time was almost non-existent being a
Slayers best friend. "Hey." Buffy whispered and put her hand on the redhead's
arm. "Thank you."
Willow smiled shyly then frowned a little. "That's my line. I should be thanking
you for always protecting me."
"There's no need Will. It comes as natural to me as breathing." The words
escaped before she had a moment to think about them or feel the need to take them
back. To hell with it, it was true, her heart chided. Always in the back of her
mind was the frightening thought that in all of the Malay, Willow could get hurt
or worse. She blinked at the worse part. It was something that she didn't want
to think about didn't want to put an image or feeling to. It was too surreal to
think that she'd be taken away in an instant and turned into some demon's
appetizer. She shuddered.
Willow saw the sullen expression on her face and the slight shake in her shoulders.
"Buffy?" She covered the Slayer's hand with her own. "What is it?"
She shook the thoughts out of her head and attempted to lighten the mood. "I
believe in dragons, good men, and other fantasy creatures." A smile crossed her
lips. "But this is not a fantasy creature that lays next to me. It's my witchy
best friend that I don't know what I'd ever do without."
Willow blushed an interesting shade of pink. "Buffy stop. I'm always here for
you without question." She looked down at the interesting piece of fuzz again and
picked at it with her free hand. "Like you said. It comes as natural as
Willow was not making the mood lightening thing easy on the Slayer. Buffy tried
to steer the conversation in any other direction but she knew she lost control of
the wheel a while ago. Too many times she'd caught herself engrossed in thought
about the redhead beside her. Too many times in too deep of thought. Thoughts
she was ashamed of, surprised at and thrilled with all at the same time. Willow
was a unique creature, one of a kind really, and Buffy couldn't help but dwell on
the finer points of her personality and mannerisms and features and...this train
of thought was taking her to a place she preferred to visit in private. Not next
to the person in question. But the train had left the station a long time ago and
it was on a seemingly crash course with disaster, or destiny.
Willow stroked the hand under her own lightly. It was an absentminded gesture
she'd done a thousand times before but this time it was different. Buffy's hands
were warm, very warm and that meant that she was either uncomfortable or...no,
thoughts, bad thoughts. Just the thought of having that thought embarrassed her
to no end. She had to push it out of her mind. This was Buffy, the Slayer, the
best friend, the room mate. Not some object placed there for Willow to be having
bad thoughts about or to be tempted by. Buffy made a sudden movement and Willow
was thankfully pulled back from her mind. "Something wrong?" There was slight
trepidation in her voice and a little fear.
She smiled casually and held up her cup. "Need a refill. You?"
She sighed in relief and handed her the cup. "Thanks."
Two more cups of cocoa later, they were laying on their backs in the middle of the
floor. Willow sat up to grab a few pillows and the comforter, then she went right
back down again. "Whoa. Stop the ride I wanna get off."
Buffy chuckled beside her. "Something wrong Will?" She asked innocently.
Willow rolled over and placed a suspicious gaze upon the Slayer. "Buffy, you
wouldn't have happened to put something extra in the hot chocolate?"
She shrugged. "Extra meaning extra marshmallows or extra meaning extra chocolate?"
"Extra meaning some of the left over Kahlua from the Porter dorm aftershock party
I saw hidden in your closet?" The question really didn't need to be answered.
Willow answered herself with a silly little hiccup. She narrowed her eyes.
"Okay, okay. Caught. I had a long night of slaying you had a long night of
running and..." She looked up at the scrutinizing face hovering above her. "I
should have asked you first. I'm sorry."
"I figured you would have learned your lesson after going one million B.C."
Buffy laughed. "I thought you'd learn from it too. But there you were doing the
dance of the brave little toaster at the Bronze, slugging back light beers." She
raised her eyebrows. Two could play at that game. "You said 'no big'. Remember?"
Willow opened her mouth then promptly shut it with a little click. She'd been
caught red handed. She tried to be angry but the truth was she felt pretty good
and Buffy was right anyway. Willow probably would have never agreed to a little
thick liquid fun put in the cocoa. She smirked at that thought. Was she really
Buffy noted her expression. "I am sorry Will. I won't do it again if your mad."
She shook her head. "No, I'm not mad. I just...do you think I'm wound a little
Buffy's eyebrows arched into 'huh' mode.
"I mean I'm a computer geek. There's no way to get around that and I get really
good grades. I feel like if I'm not researching or patrolling with you that I'm
studying all the time."
Buff smiled. "Oh, so you want to know if I think you're a stuffed shirt like
"Well, I wouldn't have exactly put it that way but, " She shrugged. A slightly
wounded expression crossed her face. So Buffy did think she was uptight.
"Will, I didn't say you were." She sat up and looked at the hacker. She wasn't
buying it. "We all do our own thing. My thing is slaying. Yours is hacking and
witchcraft and Xander's is..."
"I know what Xander's thing is thanks." She let a little grin escape but was
still a little troubled. "I try to be fun and footloose but it all just equates
to spaz on me."
"Hey, don't say that about yourself Will. You are fun and I've seen you be quite
footloose too. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're great just the way you are."
Willow did that ducking thing she always did when she was embarrassed. She ducked
behind her hair and convinced herself that as long as she stayed there she wouldn't
have to face the cause of her embarrassment.
Buffy knew she was retreating into herself even before she dropped her head and
her hair fell into her face. This simply wouldn't do. She reached up and tucked
the hair back behind her ear. "No hiding. That's rule number two right after
don't get killed, remember? You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me Will."
Her shoulders fell. "I can't help it Buffy. I just...your you and I'm ...well,
not exactly someone that...your just special that's all and I'm just Willow."
As she spoke, Buffy saw the shy girl she met in high school slowly take over.
Score one for Willow's inadequacies rearing their ugly head These were valid
concerns for Willow and it bothered Buffy. Bothered her in a way that it made
her sad that the person sitting in front of her didn't know how special she
really was. "Will, being best friends goes both ways. You just don't wake up
one morning and have one sitting there shipped right from the factory." Willow
let a little grin escape and Buffy was relieved that she was getting through.
"I wouldn't be your best friend if you weren't mine. It's mutual." She reached
over and pulled Willows head up with her hand. She needed to look into those eyes
when she said it. Needed to know that she understood and accepted it and that
maybe she felt the same way. "I need you as much as you need me...sometimes even
Willow began to shake her head in protest. Buffy needing her? Couldn't be.
Buffy was strong and sure of herself and had a lot of things going for her.
"No. You don't need me Buffy. You do just fi-" She was silenced by a finger
on her lips.
Buffy lowered her eyes and looked right at, almost right through, the girl in
front of her. How could she make her understand? How could she prove that Willow
was one of the best things to ever happen in her life?" I do need you Will. More
than you know or I care to admit sometimes. You support me, you comfort me and
you bandage my wounds and I don't just mean the physical ones either." She
removed her finger from Willow's lips when she was certain that she wouldn't be
interrupted. Her hand rested on Willow's slender shoulder as she continued.
"When Angel told me he was leaving, you were the first person that came to mind
that I could tell. Not my mother, or Giles or Xander. You. I needed you and
you were there for me. You got it, you understood." Buffy stopped a moment and
closed her eyes. Everything was coming back to her and she wasn't prepared for
the flood gates to open so soon. A wave of emotion hit her all at once and she
swam like hell against the current, fighting for control. "You get me. You
always have. In ways that even Angel never did." She took a deep breath and
tried to quell the rumble of hurt she now associated with his name. That's all
that was left now really, just a dull ache when those five letters were said.
Nothing more. It was Buffy's turn to hang her head.
Willow saw the spark of emotions engulf her face at the mention of Angel. She was
so busy being her usual insecure self, she didn't realize that maybe Buffy was
insecure too. "Buffy..." Her tone was cautious and probing at the same time. She
had a knack of doing that subconsciously. Putting an infliction on words where
the meaning was both heard and felt.
"I'm Sorry Will. I was trying to cheer you up and here I am falling apart."
Willow closed the gap between them and took her into her arms for a big hug.
"Tonight is about us. Girls night, remember? And we can get as giddy or as sappy
or as weepy as we want to."
Buffy smiled into the mane of herbal shampoo smelling hair. Once again as the
doubts and worries crept into her mind it was Willow to the rescue.
Willow pulled back a bit and looked into her eyes. "Your...your crying."
Willow had a knack for that too. Stating the obvious even though Buffy could go
without it being said. "Yeah. I have a tendency to do that sometimes." She
offered a light smile, but right now, her heart was anything but light..
Willow did the only thing that crossed her mind at the moment. Later she'd
question exactly why she'd done it, what on the Hellmouth possessed her so
strongly that she practically had no control over herself at all. But that was
for later, for now she tilted her head slowly to the side and brushed he lips
against the soft skin of Buffy's cheek.
Buffy closed her eyes when she saw Willow's movement. She didn't know what was
coming but there was something inside that kept her frozen in place. When she
felt soft lips press lightly against her cheek she let out a little sigh. It
wasn't out of fear or unwant, but out of relief. Relief that Willow had done what
the Slayer never had the courage to do. It was ending much too soon and Buffy
knew something was escaping from her grasp when she felt Willow begin to pull away.
Almost panicked by the sudden loss of contact she reached her hand out and put it
on her shoulder stopping Willow dead in her tracks.
When she felt Buffy's hand it was like a big red stoplight flashed before her eyes
even though they were closed. It was flashing frantically, warning her that an
inch forward or back could literally mean the end of something or the beginning of
it. She wasn't sure which door to take so she remained stock still hoping that
maybe Buffy had some idea, some clue, as to what was happening between them.
She'd gotten herself into this and wasn't quite sure if she wanted out just yet.
Buffy began to rub the slender shoulder under her touch. She applied slight
pressure with her fingers and danced slowly over and to the back of the hacker's
neck. Turning her head slightly to the left, she placed an equally soft kiss on
the exposed skin of Willow's neck. She allowed herself to linger there guiltily
taking in the scent she always seemed to recognize. It was that Willow scent that
belonged soully to her and her alone. Buffy decided right there that if she could
bottle it, she'd make a fortune but decided just as quickly that she didn't want
to share. She felt a tentative hand run up her arm and across her shoulder,
settling in her hair. A moment later she felt Willow nuzzle into the crook of her
neck and apply yet another kiss - this one being more firm and directed - right to
the pulse point in her neck. Buffy let her breath go in one long release, feeling
some semblance of justification that it wasn't only her in this. They were in it
Willow heard the sigh and stiffened immediately. She'd done something wrong, gone
too far and no amount of hiding or babbling was going to undo kissing your best
friends neck the way she just did.
"Will?" Concern weighed heavily and it came out in an almost inaudible whisper.
"I...I'm sorry. I never should have." She pulled away and shook her head. This
wasn't supposed to happen for real. She was supposed to walk the fine line and do
as she was told - what everyone expected her to - and save making time with her
best friend for guilty dreams and lonely nights. At least there she didn't have
to face her, didn't have to know that it was, in fact, just a dream after all.
Buffy ran her hand nervously though her hair. Willow was freaked and for the
first time she didn't know what to do, didn't know how to fix it. "Will I..."
She stopped as green eyes locked with hazel. Tears welled up in Willows eyes and
threatened to spill over any second. She had a look of horror on her face,
remorse, regret, fear. . .all tangled together and doing some crazy tap dance
that somehow was reflected in her eyes.
"Don't hate me." Willow whispered in a rush as the tears gave up and made their
Buffy's eyes widened as she realized that Willow wasn't afraid of how Buffy felt
- it was that she was afraid of what she felt herself. "God no, Will. . I could
never hate you, ever." She reached over with both hands and cupped her face.
"Ever." The last word was emphasized by a light squeeze with her hands.
"Cause I could take any thing but that. You could just not talk to me or yell
o-or be angry and and mean to me but if you ever hated me I don't know what I'd
wou-" For the second time that night, she was silenced by Buffy. Not by a
slightly calloused finger across her lips but with another set of lips unique and
soft and unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
She'll never know the exact reason why she did it - but was glad it finally
happened just the same. So many times she wanted to quiet her best friends fears
and insecurities just like this and it was finally happening. Instinctively,
Buffy moved closer to her and wrapped her arms more firmly around her shoulders.
The kiss was soft and sweet and everything in her life, everything she ever knew
and some things she would just never get, narrowed down into oblivion. Her world
now consisted of two things: Kissing Willow and becoming very good at it.
Slender arms tightened their grasp around her waist, and Buffy let out a low moan
from some corner of herself she'd almost forgotten about. Desire and love crept
out of that place too and when Willow let go of her own small gasp, they drizzled
out of Buffy and poured into every inch of the girl in front of her.
Willow's hands rubbed lightly across a muscular back. Buffy arched into her and
she let out a gasp of surprise. A moment later she felt hot lips dancing across
her neck and she leaned into the kiss more, never wanting to let go but feeling
the need to do more herself. She nipped lightly at the earlobe in front of her
and was pleased to no end when she heard Buffy's sudden intake of breath.
The Slayer lifted her head and looked deep into the eyes now fixed on her.
Willow's eyes had taken on a significantly darker shade what Buffy found there
wasn't fear or insecurity or sadness - what she found was what she'd been looking
for almost all her life. It was acceptance. She touched the swollen lips that
were inches away from her and ran her fingers across them. Willow closed her eyes
and Buffy saw it as yet another sign of trust and acceptance. What ever would
happen, what ever the future held, this was Willow right now giving up and giving
in not because she had to but because she'd wanted to all along. "Why didn't you
ever tell me?" She whispered.
She didn't open her eyes but answered almost immediately. "You know why. Do I
really have to say it?"
Buffy smiled and stroked her cheek. "No. You don't have to say anything Will.
Willow looked at her for a moment then placed a feathery kiss on her lips. There
was a double meaning behind the words just spoken and they were both aware of it.
"I love you, you're my best friend. How could I not? And I know you know but
that doesn't take the place of saying it."
Buffy kissed her again and it was like the first time. No more words were needed
and nothing more was said that either one would care to decipher at that moment.
Sweet light kisses were replaced with more urgent ones. Trembling hands reached
for offending garments as they stripped away the thin walls that barred access to
flesh against flesh. Every touch was sensual and every kiss drove them closer and
closer to the edge of something they'd been scared to face alone.
Willow latched on to the shoulders of her friend - now and always lover - almost
afraid that it was all a dream. Some exquisite dream that she never fully
intended to come out of. As Buffy nipped and kissed the skin of her collarbone it
brought her back to reality and the knowledge that this was real. The thin sheen
of sweat, the body above her, the tongue that roamed and battled with her own -
they were all almost painfully real.
She opened her eyes when she felt Willow's breathing increase along with her own
and was met with the most beautiful sight she'd ever been witness to. Willow's
face was washed in sweat and the look of pure pleasure and absolute love was
enough to bring her right to the edge and send her tumbling over and up into
complete wingless flight. When they felt the intensity build, they locked eyes
and never looked away - each urging the other higher and higher until their
passion culminated into a rush of moans and a mutually exquisite ache that they'd
never felt before in their entire lives.
Willow was acutely aware of the fingers lazily combing through her hair the moment
she awoke. She willed her eyes to open the slightest bit and was met with the
most amazing smile attached to an even more amazing person.
"Good Morning." Buffy whispered and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
"Mmm...all mornings should be like this." Willow smiled and snuggled closer.
Buffy wrapped her arms around her. "No argument from this side of the camp." They
laid in compatible silence for a few moments then Buffy spoke again. "You know
this is the part where I usually wake up."
"Really?" Willow smiled and kissed her on the lips. Small kisses turned quickly
into more passionate ones and she stopped to catch her breath. "That's the part
where I usually wake up." She blushed.
Buffy struggled to catch up to her lungs who were presently working double time.
"Huh. You don't say?"
"Yup. It's nice to have to wake up though. But if this is all a dream then leave
me in comaville thankyouverymuch."
Buffy brought her chin up so that she could look into her eyes.
Willow shifted into concern mode. "Buffy, what is it?"
She shook her head slowly in disbelieve. "You really mean that. Don't you?"
Willow's face softened and her lips curled into a shy grin. "Of course I do. Why
is that so hard to believe?" She sat up a little and touched her cheek lightly.
"Buffy, I never. . no matter what happens...ever want to regret what I did last
night...what we did." She kissed her reassuringly. "I love you and what happened
between us. . well, it could have happened on any given night but it didn't. For
what ever reason, it happened last night and I think it's...it's because it was
meant to happen. At least that's what I'd like to think."
All the worry and fear and questions tied up in a knot in her stomach suddenly got
a clue. They were no longer needed or wanted or welcomed where they'd so rudely
taken up residence and it was eviction day. A very satisfied grin crept out from
the place it had been cowering for so long and took up residence square and firm
on the Slayer's lips.
Willow was thoroughly confused. "What?"
Buffy kissed her and smiled. "Nothing. I just love you. I just, with everything
I have and everything I don't, I love you." Right before Willow leaned up and
kissed her again, the fleeting thought crossed Buffy's mind that she was right.
All mornings should be like this.