He was walking by the other day and I said "Hey baby, how you been."
Yeah I got a little girl now and she's four years old and she's got her daddy's little grin.
You only want what you can't have and baby you can't have me now.
I gave my heart to another.
Yeah he's a father and I'm a mother and we're a family and I found out the hard way that.
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world.
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain.
The dark green van drove slowly down the road that led to the Sunnydale
University dorms. It ambled like a sick cow into a parking spot, then
stopped...chuckling for a moment before the key in the ignition was turned, and
the engine came to a stop with a stuttering halt. As the van door opened, a man
of about average height hopped out of the van...his greyish-green eyes taking in
the quiet atmosphere of the college dorm. He wasn't sure why he was surprised by
the emptiness of the place...Christmas was two weeks away, most students would be
home, celebrating the holidays with their families. The college campus was like
an old western ghost town, the only sign of life was an old flyer being pushed
along the driveway by the wind, like a tumble weed in an old western movie. The
flyer came to a stop a few feet from where the man stood, being halted by a drying
mud puddle in the middle of an indent in the pavement. Bending over to examine
it, the man noticed that it was an advertisement for the band "Dingoes ate my
Baby". It proclaimed that they would be performing on the advertised
date...September 12, 1999. Three months ago...on this date.
'Three months ago...today', the man reflected silently, not bothering to
pick up the now wet and dirty flyer from it's resting spot. He looked back at the
deserted dorm building, hoping for any sign of life from the window in which he
had last seen the red-headed girl he had been completely in love with. When he
thought about it now, the fight they had had seemed so stupid. He had felt like
he needed to get away from it all...to find himself again...and control the wolf
within him. He had wanted Willow to go with him, but she said her place was
here...in Sunnydale...with her friends. She had begged him to stay here with her,
but he wouldn't listen, closing his ears to her pleas, as thoughts of what he had
done had filled him with guilt. 'I'm back, Willow...and this time I can
control the animal within. I know I can.'
With a determined glint in his eyes, he got back in his van, determined to find
what he had left behind.
Oz knocked briskly on the front door of the Rosenberg residence. He had never
felt comfortable whenever he and Willow had been asked to dinner there, so he
wasn't surprised that he didn't feel comfortable now, knocking on the door of the
home of the woman he had broken up with. He didn't have much time to think
however, as the door was abruptly opened and Sheila Rosenberg stood in the
doorway, silhouetted by the light in the background.
"What are you doing here?" The question was icy and shrill, and it took Oz by
complete surprise at the pure venom in the woman's voice. He had thought Mrs.
Rosenberg had been starting to warm up to him there near the end...but he supposed
he could be wrong, he had certainly been wrong before.
"Uh...I'm sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing, Mrs. Rosenberg, but
I'm looking for Willow, and since she wasn't at the dorm...I thought she might be
here", Oz stated simply, looking past Willow's mother to see if he could spot
Willow behind her. It was altogether possible that Willow had told her mother
what had happened between them, and was using her mother as a shield against
Sheila Rosenberg stared intently at the young man her daughter had been dating
and thought about the news her daughter had told her not so long ago. Willow had
also informed her that she hadn't told Oz. Well, maybe it was up to her to tell
the young man about it, and get him to help Willow to do the right thing. "Come
on in...Oz was it?" Sheila said, leading the bemused guitar player into the
"You hung those lights really pretty", Willow said from her reclined position,
as she and the slayer laid snuggled together on the couch. She could see the
Christmas lights winking at her from on top of the ceiling and wondered how her
lover had managed to convince Xander and Giles to help her hang lights on the
ceiling. "I can't believe you didn't let me help you." A kissable pout appeared
on the Wiccan's lips, and Buffy had to restrain herself so she wouldn't fluster
Xander, who was laying on the floor, head propped on his hand, watching "It's a
Wonderful Life" on the television.
A blonde eyebrow arched and a smirk twisted the Slayer's lips. "You...on a
ladder...yeah, that was going to happen", Buffy said sarcastically, receiving a
playful slap from her couch companion for her trouble. "Besides, you hung tinsel
and silver balls like a...tinsel and silver balls demon."
"You think?" Willow asked, taking a breath in excitement, as she felt a gentle
tickle float across her ribs.
"Nobody could have done it better", Buffy said, examining the tree that lit up
one corner of the living room, while moving a teasing hand across her playmate's
abdomen. "It's a beaut", she whispered, as she felt her lover's breath hitch at
the teasing yet casual touches she was hoping Xander was too engrossed in the
movie to see.
The halls had been decked with boughs of holly and lights hung from every
conceivable corner. It was going to cost her mother a fortune in electric bills
this month, but Joyce had said they could decorate anyway they wanted, so Buffy
had taken her at her word. It was Buffy and Willow's first Christmas together as
a couple and they wanted to make it a memorable one.
Buffy, Xander, and Giles had dragged home a seven foot fir tree, which Willow
had insisted on decorating, while the other three had been busy decorating the
rest of the room. Buffy hadn't missed an inch of space. Decorations hung from
doors and windows. A menorah had been placed on a table in front of one of the
windows in preparation for the celebration of Chanukah, which would start in a few
days, and Buffy had bought and hidden eight little presents to give to Willow for
the occasion. The rest of the presents she had bought for Willow and her mother
had been wrapped and now laid under the brightly twinkling tree.
Between all the presents they all had been adding under there, the tree was
incredibly packed with gaily wrapped gifts.
From time to time, Xander would look at the tree in envy -- it certainly
outclassed the skimpy looking bush that graced the table in his basement
"How come your tree looks like the tree in Rockefeller center while mine looks
like the Charlie Brown Christmas tree?" Xander asked finally, his voice displaying
displeasure at the difference, not paying attention to the lesson George had
learned in 'It's a wonderful life'.
Buffy looked at him in annoyance for a second, before she decided not to let
him ruin her festive mood, and buried her face again in Willow's soft, peach
"Why do you need a big tree, Xander?" Willow asked, tracing the strong fingers
of the hand she held gently in her hand, with a curious thumb. "You're going to
be with us for Christmas anyway."
Willow tried to reason with him, but he wasn't in the mood to listen.
"Yeah...but...look at all these presents", Xander said, getting up from his spot
and going over to where said items were. "For Buffy...For Willow...For Buffy...To
Willow love Buffy...To Buffy love Willow...Willow, Willow, Willow, Buffy,
Buffy...Oh here's one to Xander...from...Joyce. What's up with that?" While
Xander had been looking through the presents, searching for a present that had his
name on it, the other presents had been thrust aside carelessly, Xander seemingly
unconcerned with how they ended up and they had started to spread out on the
living room floor.
"Xander, put the presents back under the tree and leave them alone", Buffy
said, getting irritated at Xander's behavior. She had to admit she had gone
overboard on Christmas shopping this year, at least on Willow, but half the stuff
she had bought were really cute baby items she hadn't been able to resist buying.
She knew she was being premature, Willow was only six weeks along in her pregnancy
and anything could happen, but Buffy preferred to be optimistic, and she really
couldn't have resisted the stuffed animals, toys and clothes that had filled the
baby aisle she had visited while Christmas shopping...and Buffy had a sneaking
suspicion her mom and Willow had done the same thing, so she really didn't feel
Xander looked at the couple curled up together on the couch for a moment, then
started to put the presents back under the tree again, while muttering under his
breath, "It must be nice having somebody who would buy all of these presents for
Xander unfortunately forgot the Slayer's keen sense of hearing. "You want to
know what the difference is, Xander? It's quite simple, really. I have the best
woman in the world, and you have...Anya." Bright blue eyes filled with ire met
deep brown unflinchingly and Xander conceded the point he was being an ass. His
own softened to a look of apology and Buffy's softened in acceptance, as she felt
a gentle squeeze from Willow who had witnessed the confrontation.
"Easy there, tiger", Willow whispered into Buffy's ear, feeling the tension
start to drain from her lover's stiff body.
Buffy had just started to relax again, when the doorbell rang and the couple
groaned, neither wanting to leave the cocoon of warmth in which they were
"I'll get it", Joyce called from the kitchen, where she and Giles had
disappeared to earlier in the pretense of making egg nog. They heard her
footsteps as she went to open the door, and then silence reigned for a few moments
before they heard Joyce greeting the person at the door.
Buffy thought her mom's voice sounded a little strangled, and she strained to
place the voice that she heard coming from the entryway. The answer should have
been obvious to the Slayer, but her mind shied away from the knowledge, afraid of
what it's revelation might bring.
Joyce entered the living room, looking a little tense and pale, like the
proverbial bringer of bad news. "Willow...you have a visitor", she managed to
say, sparing the couple on the couch a sympathetic look, before a familiar voice
caught the Slayer and the Hacker in the chest with a vise-like grip.
"Hi." The simple word sent two hearts racing double time as two sets of eyes
swiveled to meet the form of Willow's old boyfriend, Oz.
"Oz!" The word erupted from Willow's lips, the shock evicting her from the
safe haven of Buffy's arms as she sat up to get a better look at him. He didn't
look like he had changed much in the time since she had last seen him, although he
hadn't shaved recently by the look of the stubble on his face, and he looked like
he hadn't eaten in a month.
"Oh, dear." Buffy vaguely heard her Watcher's concerned words as she saw him
approach from the kitchen, but most of her attention was taken up by the man now
standing in her living room.
"Oz," she greeted, somberly, choosing to remain where she was while she sized
him up, "What are you doing here?" The question sprang out of the Slayer's mouth
unbidden, but she was powerless to stop it's outcoming. What remained unasked
was...What are you doing in my home? And why have you come back?
Oz spared Buffy a glance acknowledging her question silently, before he focused
on the pale face of his ex-girlfriend. "I've been looking all over the place for
you. I stopped at the dorm, but everybody had gone home for Christmas, so I went
to your parents' house." Oz noticed the way Willow's face had blanched even paler
at that. He couldn't really blame her. This wasn't exactly easy for him either.
His conscience screamed at him for leaving Willow behind like that. It was even
worse now that he knew she was pregnant. "They weren't very happy to see me."
"I'll bet", Buffy growled, trying and failing to control herself.
Willow wanted to look at her lover, to reassure her that everything was going
to be all right. But she wasn't sure herself of that at the moment, and her
attention was pretty much taken up by the unexpected sight in front of her. She
really didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.
Oz shifted uncomfortably, looking around at the sea of faces around him. He
noted the concern that darkened Giles' brow, and the worried frown on Mrs. Summers
face. Xander looked like somebody who anticipated a really gruesome train wreck.
The restrained hostility on Buffy's face surprised him, but he supposed he
deserved it for deserting Willow the way he had. Willow's face was hardest to
read, showing mostly shock at his sudden appearance, but he thought he recognized
a flash of fear in the stormy green eyes, before it was covered with stony
"I think we need to talk," Oz said, staring only into Willow's eyes and trying
to ignore the audience around them...especially Buffy, "Alone."
Willow nodded her head, seeing Buffy starting to open her mouth to protest,
before she heard it close with an audible snap. Willow felt she owed Oz at least
this much. She rose slowly off of the couch, careful not to glance back at her
irate lover as she led Oz into the kitchen, feeling Buffy's hostile eyes boring
holes into them until they disappeared from sight.
It took a moment for what happened to sink into Buffy's clouded brain, then she
was up off the couch and heading for the entrance of the kitchen. She wasn't sure
what she intended to do once she got there, visions of beating Oz to a bloody pulp
danced wildly through the red daze in her head, but her mother's voice calling her
name stopped her before she crossed the threshold. She could hear low murmuring
coming from the kitchen, and it was all she could do not to enter, feeling like it
was her place to be by Willow's side.
"Buffy...they really do need a few moments alone", Joyce reprimanded her
Buffy glared at the closed kitchen door for a moment, every instinct in her
body telling her to disregard everybody and do what she really wanted to do. She
felt her hands closing into fists as she swung around and looked at the concerned
faces of her family and friends. "All right", she growled, starting to pace the
length of the living room, like a lion locked in a cage.
"I can't believe this...I can't believe that he'd pick now of all times to show
up", Buffy muttered, the tension in her body coiling the muscles tight. The more
Buffy paced, the madder she got, and every time she looked at the closed kitchen
door she wanted to run right through it and act on her more basic instinct to
defend her property.
Conflicting thoughts were running rampant through Buffy's mind, pissing her off
even more as a little midget of fear whispered in her mind's ear of the
possibility that Oz was here to get Willow back. It whispered that Oz could take
better care of Willow and their baby than she could, and shouldn't she just give
up and let Oz do so. The voice pissed her off so much that she started screaming
at the closed kitchen door. "What does he think he's doing here?! He doesn't
"Buffy!" Giles called to the ravening beast that was once the Slayer, sharing
a concerned look with Buffy's mother.
"What?!" Buffy snarled, turning on the Watcher, beyond caring what anybody
thought as her churned up emotions ran riot inside of her.
Giles was surprised by the amount of venomosity in her voice. He had never
seen his Slayer quite like this before, though he suspected that the protective
quality of a potential parent was kicking in to the Slayer's emotions. "This
really is not helping. Oz and Willow can probably hear every word you're saying",
he said, trying to reason with her.
"I don't care", she screeched outraged. "I hope they do hear me!" she yelled
in the direction of the kitchen, making everybody in the room wince.
Joyce and Giles exchanged helpless glances, before a look of utter
determination clamped down on the Watcher's face. "Come on, Buffy. Get your
coat. We're going out for a while."
Buffy looked at him as if he was the one who had lost his mind and not the
other way around. "What...but...I can't just..." Buffy started to protest,
cringing as she saw the look on Giles face.
"You can, and you will", the Watcher said, in his no nonsense tone as he
signaled to Xander to fetch the coats.
Xander did as he was told and handed Giles his coat before he brought Buffy's
coat over to her.
"But...Will..." Buffy protested shooting a parting look over to the kitchen.
"Will be fine", Xander soothed, as he helped the Slayer put on her coat.
"Don't worry...Uncle Xander will watch over everything until you get back. You
just go and have a nice, relaxing time with Grandpa Giles." The last remark
earned him a reproachful glare from Giles, but Xander just shrugged as if to say,
'It got her moving didn't it?' He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched
the two of them leave then sank down into a nearby chair, brushing sweat off of
Willow had winced as she heard her angry lover spouting off in the living room.
She could hear Giles quiet murmuring to her, and not much later the outraged
spouting stopped with the shutting of the door.
"Guess she wasn't very happy to see me", Oz noted, calmly.
'That's an understatement', Willow thought wryly, cringing at just how
pissed off she'd been. "Well...She..." Willow said haltingly, trying to find a
way to explain her lover's behavior.
"It's okay. I can't really blame her...not after the way I left. I didn't
know, Willow. Why didn't you tell me? I never would have left if I'd known.
It's my responsibility to take care of you", Oz said, feeling the burden settle on
his not so big shoulders.
Willow shook her head, trying to sift through all of the impressions those few
words had left her with. 'Responsibility? Never would have left...if...he'd
known? Was that the only reason you came back?' "It's not..." Willow started
to say that it wasn't his responsibility because it wasn't his child but she was
cut off at the pass
"It is," Oz insisted vehemently, "You should have told me Willow."
"I didn't tell you, because I didn't know then. I wasn't pregnant then",
Willow finished in a small voice.
Oz looked at her strangely, waiting for more information.
"It's not yours. She's not yours." The words hit Oz like a brick. Willow
could see the impact in his open green eyes before they shuttered with pain,
bringing tears to Willow's own green eyes.
"Wh-What? What do you mean?" Oz asked, breathlessly, feeling like the wind had
been knocked out of him.
"It happened after you left." Willow rested a trembling hand against her
belly, and raised her eyes to meet Oz's. "She's Buffy's." Willow thought Oz was
going to pass out when the words registered on his confused brain.
"What are we supposed to be getting here?" Buffy asked sullenly, kicking the
wheel of the shopping cart Giles was pushing.
"Buffy, stop that", Giles said, looking annoyed as he stopped and grabbed a box
of stuffing off of the shelf. "You're mother asked me to pick up a few things,
and I figured now was as good a time as any to get them."
"Not to mention it gets me away from Oz", Buffy grumbled, refusing to meet
"You weren't helping matters any, Buffy. The last thing Willow needs right
now, is for you to get into a shoving match with Oz. Hand me that can of jellied
cranberries, would you?"
"I only wanted to protect her, Giles. That's MY job now", Buffy said, handing
him the can of cranberry sauce.
"No. That isn't it", Giles said, stopping the cart in the middle of the
aisle. He looked at Buffy over the rim of his glasses. "You saw Oz enter your
and Willow's home and you felt he was interloping on your territory. Trying to
take Willow from you. Correct?"
Buffy wanted to argue Giles' logic, but she wasn't able to as the intense
feeling of jealousy and territorialism rose anew in the Slayer. "You're
right...as usual, Giles", Buffy said, bitterly, walking up the aisle. "I saw
Oz...and then I saw red. I mean, how dare he come back now?"
"Oh. I agree. Very nervy of him to pick this inconvenient time to show up."
The rich sarcasm in his voice caused Buffy to stop and glare at him. "Buffy, it's
not as if Oz planned for things to happen this way. When Oz left, for reasons of
his own, I'm sure he didn't count on coming back here only to discover that Willow
is with child. Naturally, he's going to assume the baby is his. He's wrong, but
he couldn't possibly know that."
"He just better not try anything", Buffy growled, inwardly agreeing that Giles
was right but not wanting to let go of her anger against the intruder into her
Giles sighed, and continued walking, determined to talk some sense into Buffy's
head before they left the store.
Willow stared at the pale faced guitar player and felt a certain amount of
shame and guilt that she had to tell him the story this way, almost two weeks
before Christmas at that.
"And that's how you ended up..." Oz left the end of the statement open, staring
in slack jawed wonder as Willow nodded her head. "Wow. No wonder Buffy was about
ready to kill me. I knew her reaction to me was strong, but...I guess now I know
"Yeah...I can't imagine she's very happy right now." Willow sighed, staring
across the kitchen table at her old high school boyfriend. "She's probably
taking Giles head off as we speak...he's pretty used to it though", Willow
reflected, thinking about her hot headed lover.
Oz nodded, still feeling the tension that had circled around them, though it
had started to dissipate in the last few minutes as understanding passed between
them. "Will, I'm so sorry I showed up the way I did. I should have called or
something...at least given you some warning."
"It's okay." Willow sighed, feeling tension rolling off her tightly wound
shoulders. She really could go for a massage and hoped that Buffy might be in a
better frame of mind later to give her one. "I'm kinda glad you did...I felt bad
for the way things ended last time."
"Me too", Oz said, thinking of all that had gone between them.
"Are you going to be here for Christmas?" Willow asked, hoping he would
stay...at least for the holidays.
"I...uh...don't really have anywhere to stay. I suppose I could sleep in my
van...but I don't really think Buffy would want me here...she was pretty upset
with me, earlier", the Master of Understatement said, ruefully.
"Well...yeah...but...that was before you knew. Now that you do know, she
probably won't feel as strange around you." Willow was hedging on the statement,
not knowing how Buffy would react to the addition in their holiday festivities.
She hoped that her lover would get over her intense reaction to Oz, but that
remained to be seen.
The first thing Buffy noticed when she walked into the house carrying two bags
of groceries was Oz's presence occupying the couch. Her blue eyes focused in on
him as she wondered what the heck he was still doing here.
"Buffy...you're home...great...I'll just take these into the kitchen", Joyce
said as she approached her daughter to get the bags.
"Where's Will?" Buffy asked, her voice tight, as she retained her hold on the
"She's in the kitchen. Buffy, be nice to her", Joyce said, feeling slightly
deflated as Buffy made her way to the kitchen. She eyed Giles who was coming
through the door, carrying a bag himself.
"How is she?" Joyce asked, in a subdued whisper.
"I imagine she was doing a lot better until she saw him. Is he staying?" The
curiosity mixed with reproach in his voice caused Joyce to give him a strange
"It's Christmas. He doesn't have anywhere else to go. I told him he could
sleep on the couch", Joyce explained, sparing the young man who was sitting on her
sofa a look. Xander was passed out in the recliner and had missed the whole
entrance, but Oz was casting concerned glances at the swinging kitchen door.
Upon entering the kitchen, Buffy saw Willow leaning against the counter staring
off into space. She put the bags down next to her and cleared her throat, waiting
for misty green eyes to turn to her. She stood under Willow's scrutiny, feeling
like an amoebae under a microscope, as the redhead examined her. Buffy grew
self-conscious as her lover stared at her and turned her attention back to the
brown paper bags sitting on top of the counter.
"Went shopping. Giles had to buy some yams...and other...stuff." Buffy drew
to a halt as she saw a red eyebrow quirk at her from her peripheral vision. Buffy
drew in a breath to steady her nerves, then peeked over at her lover searching her
eyes for the love that she longed to see in them. They gleamed back at her
reassuringly and she was able to breathe a little easier. Until she remembered
the unwanted presence in the living room, that is. "So...Oz is staying?" Buffy
asked, trying not to sound jealous.
"It's Christmas", Willow said, trying to reason with her.
"Not for two more weeks...surely he can find a place to stay by then", Buffy
objected, wondering how her life had suddenly got so topsy-turvy.
"Buffy..." Willow sighed, wishing her new love and her old love could just get
"Fine," Buffy pouted, obstinately, "I'm not buying him a present."
"You don't have to", Willow said, a slight smile creeping over her lips as she
felt Buffy giving in.
"Does he know?" Buffy asked, addressing the pink elephant that was standing in
the room with them.
Willow nodded her head. "I told him", she said quietly, the words reflecting
the sadness this situation brought her.
"Oh." Buffy took a second to evaluate what that meant. "Everything?" She
couldn't help from asking, even though she knew she shouldn't.
"Buffy...yes...he knows...everything. What do you think? That I'd let him
think he's the father", Willow said exasperated. Seeing the guilty affirmation
on Buffy's face made Willow cringe. "How could you think that?"
"I don't know, Will!" Buffy exclaimed, walking away to avoid the close scrutiny
she was putting her under.
Willow followed her and grabbed a hold on her elbow, turning her so that she
was forced to look at her. "Talk to me", Willow demanded, sitting Buffy down in
a chair and straddling her. "Because I'm not moving until you do."
Buffy wanted to argue at first, but the resolved look on Willow's face stopped
her cold. "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I freaked when Oz
showed up here. I just...I wasn't expecting him to just show up like that. And
then, when you two walked into the kitchen, I just couldn't believe you left me
sitting there. I felt like...like I should be with you when you told him. It's
my job to protect you...and I couldn't. So, I started pacing, and every time I
looked at the door I wanted to go through it. Be with you...and I guess I got
scared", Buffy admitted, her voice a soft husk, as she stared down at Willow's
jean covered thigh.
"Why?" Willow whispered, cupping Buffy's face gently and caressing the soft
skin of Buffy's cheek. "You know I love you." She said the words while staring
into her lover's beautiful blue eyes, searching their depths to make sure that she
did indeed know it.
"I know. I know you do...it's just that when I was pacing out there I started
thinking that...that maybe...maybe Oz would make a better father than I would...I
mean he's a guy, and all. He can give you and our baby at least a picture of
normalcy. I can't what with being a slayer and all...never mind the fact that I'm
a girl", Buffy said, rolling her eyes at herself.
"Buffy...he's a werewolf", Willow said, emphasizing each syllable.
"Yeah, but he's a still guy. So he's got one point in his favor. I mean what
am I gonna tell my daughter when she's five, and she comes home crying because the
kids teased her about the family portrait that she drew in art class?"
"Could be worse...Dad could be covered with hair", Willow teased gently. When
she received only a baleful look from her lover she sighed. "Can we please take
one problem at a time? I'm barely getting over morning sickness and you're
shooting ahead to when she's five? You are going to be a great parent. Do you
want to know how I know?" she asked, her gentle voice soothing the Slayer's
"Because you're a witch?" Buffy guessed, receiving a playful slap for her
"No...because you're already thinking ahead to when she's five. You want to be
here to see that time to come. You want to be here to kiss her booboo's away, and
watch her grow and learn, knowing that you helped her do all those things."
"Will..." Buffy protested, shaking her head slightly.
"Buff...I know you have doubts and insecurities and fears...we both do. But
I'm going to be right here to help you through them."
"I cross my heart", Willow said, pantomiming the motion.
"Good...cause I don't think I could do this without you." The Slayer's voice
cracked on the last syllable and she had to fight hard to keep her emotions in
"I wont let you...as long as you do the same for me." Willow had no
compunction about letting her feelings show as silvery tears slipped down her
"I promise", Buffy said, resting her forehead on Willow's and wiping her tears
away with tender fingers.
"I love you Buffy Summers", Willow said, with shining eyes.
"Who me?" Buffy asked with a watery grin.
"Yes you, you Gooberhead." Willow grinned back at her.
"Did you just call me a Gooberhead?" Buffy inquired, finding the nitch in
Willow's side where she knew her lover was the most ticklish and tickling her
"Ack! No...stop...can't breathe..." Willow managed to get out between spurts
Buffy relented as Willow buried her head against her neck, content to just wrap
her arms around her lover and hold her. "I could stay like this forever", Buffy
breathed as she relaxed into the pleasantly warm feeling holding her lover gave
Willow hummed in contentment, feeling her world righting itself again.
"Somebody could walk in here, you know", Willow prodded her gently, after a few
minutes of cuddling.
"Yeah...they can walk right back out again too", Buffy grunted, not wanting to
move. It was funny, Buffy reflected, that Giles chose that exact moment to walk
into the kitchen carrying the last of the grocery bags. She watched as he peered
curiously around the kitchen until his gentle eyes came to rest upon the snuggling
couple and she saw his face start to turn red.
"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt...but the ice cream was starting to melt", he
explained, lifting his eyebrow as a way of asking if everything was all right.
"It's all right, Giles", Buffy said, as they both stood. "It's probably a good
idea to get those put away before they spoil...or melt...or something." They went
over to help Giles unload the bags, casting loving looks at each other as they put
the groceries away.
Giles noticed the chemistry floating around the kitchen, and as soon as he was
finished he made a quick excuse and exited the kitchen, leaving the two women
alone as they gravitated to each other again.
The two entranced women never noticed Giles leaving, never noticed the door
swinging as it shut behind him, never noticed anything but the strong pull each
felt when they were around each other.
Willow didn't even remember being placed on the kitchen counter, as the feeling
of Buffy's lips on hers sent her into another world of pure sensation. She felt
Buffy nibble across her jawline and up, until she found that spot on her earlobe
that sent goosebumps all over her body. Willow felt herself sinking into the
sensations, almost forgetting where she was as Buffy moaned low into her ear and
pressed up against her, slipping easily between her spread legs. It wasn't until
she heard Giles bidding Joyce goodnight that she remembered where they were and
realized they shouldn't be doing what they were doing. "Mmm...Buffy we
can't...not here..." Willow murmured, her heart beat pounding loud in her
"Do you trust me, Will?" Buffy whispered passionately into her ear.
"Wha...of course", Willow replied, a little distracted by Buffy's lips which
continued to suck on her ear lobe.
"Wrap your legs around me", Buffy urged, moving her hands down to circle
Willow's waist. She waited until Willow had complied, albeit hesitantly, before
she moved down to her butt and lifted her off the counter.
Willow could feel the strength in the Slayer's arms and legs as she held her,
the muscles rippling under the skin. She held tightly to the Slayer's shoulders,
feeling completely safe and secure, as Buffy carried her out of the kitchen, past
the gawking occupants of the living room, and up the stairs.
"Buffy...what?" Joyce stared in shock at the sight that had passed her, leaving
"Night, Mom", she heard Buffy call back to her as she saw Willow waving at them
Oz and Joyce shared a quiet look before Oz said, "I don't want to know."
"Neither do I", Joyce replied, shaking her head at the outrageous acts of her
At first, Willow felt a twinge of embarrassment at being carried up the living
room stairs, but when Buffy had shut the door, shutting the rest of the world out
with it, and laid her gently on the bed, all she could see was love filled blue
eyes, and everything else disappeared. She reached up and grasped the hand that
was gently tracing her face, and brought it to her mouth kissing it softly. "I
love you...Buffy", she whispered watching the eyes she loved so much fill with
"Love you too, Wills", Buffy whispered back, her heart beating a mile a minute.
It always affected her so profoundly when they were alone like this. Like her
very heart lay before her, and all she had to do was reach out and grab it. Her
breathing caught in her throat as she reached out a trembling finger and traced
Willow's lips, feeling their softness beneath her fingertip, licking her own lips
in an unconscious mimic of what her finger was doing.
Willow's lips felt like they were on fire, Buffy's finger leaving a scorching
path of heat as she traced them. Hypnotic blue eyes seared her as they followed
the finger's path down over her chin, along the long slope of her neck, to rest at
the pulse point in her throat that was pulsing wildly. Willow gulped at the heady
sensation, watching her lover's face light up as her affected state was made
apparent to her.
"Is that a rabbit in your throat or are you just happy to see me?" Buffy
grinned at the dazed look in Willow's eyes as she leaned over and traced with her
tongue the same path her finger had taken, stopping to suck gently at the
throbbing pulse point. She felt as well as heard her lover moan, the sound
vibrating through their bodies. She groaned back in sympathy, feeling Willow's
hands thread through her hair as she lay down on the bed, lying half on top of her
as she continued to suck on the sweet skin of her neck, feeling the blood pulse
beneath her lips.
Buffy's finger continued its curious journey, being joined by its counterparts
as they spread over the soft slope of Willow's breast. It idly traced the
sensitive nipple that was hidden by the soft cotton of her lover's blouse. Buffy
groaned as she felt it pebble familiarly at the attention it received. The
attention she loved to give. Hearing Willow's breathing hitch and feeling her
start to wiggle under the gentle teasing, Buffy's fingers moved from their target,
hearing a low groan as the light pinching was automatically missed, and moved to
unbutton the blouse that was impeding her access to the soft pink flesh. She
opened it with no hurry to end the delicious torture, and every button that was
released, revealed more skin which Buffy was compelled to taste, her lips tickling
the skin as she placed open-mouthed kisses over every inch.
"Buffy...please..." Willow panted, all too ready to release the shirt that was
hindering the wanted attentions. She watched with smoldering green eyes as Buffy
pulled the tails out of the waist of her jeans. She felt gentle fingers spreading
over her belly, tracing the softened curves. She shook the shirt off, pulling it
out of the way as a warm tongue moved over her belly, blonde hair caressed her
skin, as she watched her love's utter fascination with that part of her body.
"Buff..." Her voice was smoky as she tried to get her attention, craving the
shear intensity that existed between them. Blue fire created a spark that quickly
spread into a raging inferno inside as their eyes met, and then their lips joined
in intense passion. Their tongues battled for several seconds before Buffy sucked
on Willow's tongue, increasing the burning in her abdomen. She groaned as Buffy's
fingers made quick work of removing her bra, sending it flying across the room to
hit with a splat against the door, before it dropped to the floor. They made
their way back to her nipples, which were already tightening from the shear
pleasure running through her blood stream. Her moans filled the room and Buffy's
mouth as fingers tightened on her sensitized nipples, then started to roll them
sending delicious sparks of joy through her body to the pressure that was building
Buffy's mouth watered as she longed to taste the nipples her fingers were
teasing. Leaving Willow's mouth with one last kiss, she dropped her head, making
her way over the soft sweet skin until she reached her destination, her fingers
vacating the area with one last tweak, and wrapped around Willow's back so she
could pull her up. Her mouth found its target easily and she groaned as the sweet
taste consumed her.
Willow gasped sharply as the wet lips wrapped around her nipple, pulling on the
sensitive skin with her tongue before gently sucking on it. Her fingers tightened
in the Slayer's hair, holding her head steady in the spot she wanted her the most
at the moment. She felt the fingers of Buffy's other hand tease her other nipple
and it doubled the amount of lust the ministrations of the Slayer sent to her
center of desire.
Warmth built as her wetness grew, and she wrapped her legs around the Slayer's
legs pressing her aching need against her.
Buffy could lose herself in the softness of her breast, relishing the taste of
Willow's skin. She loved to tease it, biting it gently, before laving the pain
away with her tongue. She imagined what it would be like as they got bigger with
Willow's pregnancy, how they would taste like when the baby came and they filled
with milk. She wondered secretly to herself if she was demented for wanting to
taste her lover's milk, but didn't give the idea a whole lot of consideration as
she felt the urgency building in Willow.
Reluctantly leaving her spot, she slid down to Willow's legs, kissing her
lover's belly and saying "Hi" to her child that grew within. She unbuttoned
Willow's jeans with deft fingers, and slid them down her legs, stopping to take
off her lovers shoes, she threw them out of the way before she slid the jeans
completely off. She removed her panties in the same fashion, then spent several
moments just looking at her lover, marveling in the exquisite beauty that laid
before her. "You're so beautiful Will", Buffy murmured, her blue eyes shining
No matter how much Willow started to feel self-conscious or unattractive when
she looked in the mirror, it all disappeared when Buffy looked at her like that.
She watched in anticipation as her passionate lover removed her own clothes,
revealing the lithe form beneath. Her breath caught in her throat every time she
saw the beautiful body, unable to believe that somebody so gorgeous was actually
hers, and what astounded her even more was that this goddess felt the same way
Buffy slowly crawled back up her body, sliding over the wicca with as much
contact she could manage, never wanting to loose the feeling the hackers skin left
in her. Her eyelids closed involuntarily at the sensation, and when she opened
them again she was gazing down into passion glazed green eyes. Buffy moaned as
their lips met again, losing herself in the connection between their two
Willow wrapped her legs around the Slayer's hips, relishing the feeling of her
lover's touch as the two started to move together in that ageless rhythm. Her
hands roamed the Slayer's body, searching out every spot of desire that she had
Buffy smiled as she knew this was going to be an all nighter. 'Whoo
hoo! she thought happily to herself, before the raging desire took any and all
thoughts from the Slayer's head.
One very contented lover woke up early the next morning, her drowsy eyes
greeted by the sight of the redhead sleeping on her chest. Her arms tightened
around her still sleeping lover, as she smiled down into the peaceful face. Every
time with Willow felt like the first time, and she wondered for the umpteenth time
how she ever got so lucky. Feeling the need to do something wonderful for her
partner, she decided to make her breakfast in bed. Easing out from under her,
hearing only a low whimper as protest from Willow as she rolled over, burying her
head in the covers. Buffy found her bathrobe and threw it over her naked form.
Casting one last look at the beautiful pose, she tightened the sash around her
waist and tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs.
Buffy noticed Xander still sleeping in the recliner, her mom must have not
wanted to disturb him last night, but Oz was conspicuously absent from the couch,
and she looked around the nearly empty living room wondering where he was.
She found him sitting on a kitchen stool at the breakfast nook having a bowl of
cereal. "You're up early", Buffy commented, walking over to the counter and
looking dubiously at the stove. She didn't know why she was suddenly
apprehensive. She'd made Thanksgiving dinner by herself, breakfast should be a
piece of cake.
"You too", Oz noted in return. His calm hazel eyes peering back at her
Buffy shrugged unconsciously. "I thought I'd make Will some breakfast."
"Oh." Oz nodded. "Breakfast in bed. Always a Will pleaser."
Buffy didn't even want to think about how Oz knew that, images of a dancing imp
would start appearing in her head. So she decided to let sleeping dogs lie, at
least where Will in bed was concerned. "Look Oz...I'm...I'm sorry I reacted so
badly to your showing up yesterday. I wasn't expecting it and well...I'm just
sorry, okay?" Buffy stared hard at Oz wondering what his reaction would be.
Oz nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks. You know...you handled that a lot better
than I would have."
Buffy shrugged nonchalantly, not necessarily feeling that was true, but she
wasn't about to argue the point with him while she went about preparing scrambled
eggs and kosher bacon for Will's breakfast.
She was just pouring the eggs into the sizzling hot frying pan when Willow
walked into the kitchen, wiping muzzily at her sleep crusted eyes. She made an
adorable sight, dressed in a blue terry cloth bathrobe and bunny slippers, hair
sticking up in all directions, her green eyes looking blearily around the kitchen.
Buffy saw the bemused expression on her face as she stopped and took in the sight
of Buffy and Oz in the kitchen together...not killing each other.
Buffy smiled at her not quite awake lover. "I thought you were sleeping", she
said cheerfully as she kissed her lightly on the forehead, careful to keep the
spatula she was holding in her right hand pointed away from her.
"Mm...missed you...what's going on?" Willow asked, leaning against her
"Well...I was making you breakfast in bed...but now that you're up...it's kinda
moot", Buffy said, squeezing the soft form gently, as she wrapped the long arms
around her and returned her attention to the sizzling scrambled eggs and bacon.
She relaxed back against her, hearing Oz shifting on his stool behind them.
"I think I'll go get an early start on the Christmas shopping", Oz said, as he
stood and put his bowl in the sink, before slipping out the kitchen door. Buffy
watched him go, feeling a slight twinge of guilt at making him uncomfortable, but
the feel of Willow's arms around her chased it away.
"I didn't mean to scare him away", Willow commented, resting her head on
Buffy stared at the kitchen door for a second, before she sighed. "I don't
think it was you really...just seeing us together. I know it gave me a wiggins
watching you with Oz when you were together. It can't be any more fun for
Willow nodded slightly, before she decided to put it out of her head. "Thanks
for making me breakfast. I'm starving. I think somebody worked up my appetite
last night", Willow murmured coyly, nibbling on the back of the Slayer's neck.
"My pleasure", Buffy hummed, stroking the arm that circled her waist. She
relaxed in the embrace of her lover as she cooked her breakfast...knowing that
later they would have things to deal with. Celebrating the holidays had taken on
a new dimension, what with the addition of Oz to their little party. Buffy wasn't
sure how she was going to deal with that yet. Hopefully she and Oz could settle
into some kind of understanding, but until then they would probably keep a wary
distance between each other. But right now, all Buffy wanted to do was share a
peaceful breakfast with her love, and that's what she intended to do.