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FF: Unexpected Surprises (complete version?)
Okay, this is forever going to be known as the story that would just not
end, for me anyway.:-) I don't think I've ever tried so hard to end a story
in my life. It was like the energizer bunny...it wanted to keep going and
going and going and...well you get the idea...it was sick. I wanted to shoot
it at the end because it kept going in places I didn't want it to go...why
is that? Okay, I know I'm pulling a babble, I admit it...it's cute on
Willow, not so cute on me, so without further ado, here it is. Don't mind
me, I'm exhausted, I should've gone to bed by now.
I really need you guys opinion on this...should I have left things alone, or
do you like this version better. I gotta know, or else I'll go insane.:-) Or
am I already there.
Disclaimer: Characters of Buffy: The Vampire series belongs to Joss...I just
use them for my own sick twisted amusement.:-)
This story follows not long after Kirayoshi?s ?Teach Your Children Well,
which followed directly after my story ?Moving Day? in my Sappho's spell
series. Reading the other stories is a must to understanding this one...so
if you haven't...you might want to...I don't know...sounds like a good idea
to me.:-) Okay, I think I've babbled on long enough...enjoy the story.
Unexpected Surprises
By
Shyfox
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.
Martina McBride
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
into which he had last scene the red-headed girl he had been completely in
love with. When he thought about it now, the fight they 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 Willow had told her
mother what had happened between them, and was using her mother as a shield
against him.
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 house.
"You hung those lights really pretty." Willow said from her reclined
position, as she and the slayer lay 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 "Its 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
lay 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
apartment.
"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
scented hair.
"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 the presents 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 too foolish.
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 you."
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
wrapped.
"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 wariness.
"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
daughter gently.
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 belong here!"
"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 his forehead.
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.
"Oh...What?!"
"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
Giles? eyes.
"You weren?t helping matter?s 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 life.
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 why."
"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 bags.
"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 look.
"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 red
head 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 along.
"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 fears.
"Because you?re a witch?" Buffy guessed, receiving a playful slap for her
trouble. "Ow."
"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."
"You promise?"
"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 check.
"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 cheeks.
"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 said with a watery grin.
"Yes you, you Gooberhead." Willow grinned back at her.
"Did you just call me a Gooberhead?" Buffy said, finding the nitch in
Willow?s side where she knew her lover was the most ticklish and tickling
her unmercifully.
"Ack! No...stop...can?t breathe..." Willow managed to get out between spurts
of laughter.
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 her.
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 feel
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 in 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 chest.
"Do you trust me, Will?" Buffy whispered, passionately, in 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 her speechless.
"Night, Mom." She heard Buffy call back to her as she saw Willow waving at
them distractedly.
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 daughter.
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 gently. "I love you, Buffy." She whispered, watching the
eyes she loved so much fill with gentle tears.
"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 it. 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 unbuttoned buttons in no
hurry to end the delicious torture, as every button that was released,
revealed more skin which Buffy was compelled to taste, her mouth 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 feeling through her body to the pressure that was
building further below.
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 filled her mouth.
Willow gasped sharply as the wet mouth wrapped around her nipple, pulling on
the sensitive skin with her tongue before sucking on it gently. 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 teasing her other nipple and it sent a dual sense of feeling to her
aching center. 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 gentle sucking, loving the way Willow?s
breast felt in her mouth. 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 slid her panties off in the same fashion, then
spent several moments just looking at her lover, marveling in the exquisite
beauty that lay before her. "You?re so beautiful Will." Buffy murmured, her
blue eyes shining with passion.
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 Buffy removed her own clothes,
revealing the lithe form beneath. Her breath caught in her throat every time
she saw Buffy?s 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 about her.
Buffy slowly crawled back up her body, sliding her own over her lover?s in
delicious silky contact. Her eyes 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
exploration.
Willow wrapped her legs around the Slayer?s hips, relishing the feel of her
as they started to move together in that ageless rhythm. Her hands searched
everywhere, searching out every spot of desire on the Slayer?s body.
Buffy could tell it was going to be a long night, as they sank into the
desire content on just loving each other.
Buffy woke up early the next morning, her sleepy eyes greeting the sight of
the red head sleeping on her chest. Her arms tightened around her 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
sleeping partner, she decided to make her breakfast in bed. Easing out from
under her, hearing only a low whimper in protest as Willow rolled over
burying her head in the covers, Buffy found her bathrobe and threw it over
her naked form. Casting one final look at the peaceful pose, she tightened
the sash on her white robe 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
undisturbed.
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 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
sleepily.
"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 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?s shoulder.
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 him."
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 feel of being held by 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 an
understanding, but until then they would probably keep a wary distance of
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.
The end(until next time)
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