Of Stakes And Spells
by VixenRaign
Loves Gone And Lost
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===(*Loves Gone & Lost*)===
"Movies?" she asked, knowing she wasn't in the mood.
"Dropped them running up here. You want me to go find them?" Buffy asked, wanting to comfort her
friend.
"No I think I just want to rest." Buffy snuggled up close behind her redheaded friend.
"I'll rest with you. That was more excitement then I was expecting for tonight."
"I miss Oz." Willow wrapped her arms around her stomach, the way Oz had done when they slept together.
"So do I." Buffy saw the witch's need for comfort, so she pulled her arms around her friend's waist,
forcing her hands under the girl's.
Willow didn't know how to react to this. She hadn't expected this kind of reaction from the Slayer. She
wasn't about to refuse it though.
"Why do you miss him?" She asked, simply curious.
"He's the one that gets people to calm down. I miss his levelheaded view of things." She gave the girl a
squeeze and whispered into her ear, "Plus he made my Willow happy. He could always make you smile."
Willow shivered slightly at the level of intimacy between herself and the Slayer. She took Buffy's hands
in hers and closed her eyes, sinking into the warmth provided.
Buffy nuzzled into the witch's hair a little. She loved the Cherry-Cranberry smell of the flaming-red locks.
She hugged her friend tightly to her, missing the closeness they had had before Oz became such a large part of Willow's life.
"Do you miss Angel at all?" she asked, sounding sleepy.
"All the time. I miss the relationship we had."
"What do you mean?"
"The way sex was never really an issue. Yeah, okay, when I wanted it and couldn't have it I got frustrated .
. . but it was nice not worrying about weather or not he'd break up with me because we 'didn't have enough
sex', or that I 'wasn't enough to fulfill his manly urges' you know?" The witch nodded. "Did you even
think you weren't enough for Oz?"
"NEVER crossed my mind. I usually had to bring up the idea of it. He never refused, but he never
initiated it either."
"Never?"
"Well, the first time I tried to, he turned me down. Said he wanted to wait. Then the first time we . . . you
know, it was his idea. Probably to say 'It was the right time' or whatever."
"Sorry about interrupting you, by the way." Willow blushed, remembering her first time.
"That's okay. I don't know if it's normal, but it was really awkward afterwards. Was it like that with you
and Angel?"
"No, Angel and I both fell right to sleep afterwards. {Though when I woke up he'd gone and left me!
Stupid-Evil-Dead-Guy!}
"Wait?!" Willow sat up suddenly, looking at Buffy "How did you know you had . . .-"
"When we met up at the Mansion . . ." Buffy blushed, not wanting to have to admit it, "I could smell it.
Slayer senses can me really annoying." Willows eye were bugged as she lowered herself back down to the
bed.
"You can tell all that just by smell?" she asked, lifting her arm slightly, expecting Buffy to wrap her arms
around her again. When the slayer didn't she looked to see that the slayer had turned over onto her other
side. Willow sat up and rubbed the blonde's back, trying to get her to talk.
"Buffy? What's wrong?"
"Yeah. It's just hard, you know? I miss him so much."
"I know what you mean. I'm still trying to grasp that Oz is really gone."
"Hey Will?" She said sitting up, "Let's do that thing they do at funerals, and talk about the good times
rather then brood over the fact that they're gone?"
Willow smiled and sat against the headboard, indicating for the blond to start them off.
"Um . . ." Buffy sat at the foot of the bed, Indian-style "Oh! Remember the first time I met Angel? He was
fallowing me in the creepy stalking kind of way he used to, and I attacked him?" Buffy started laughing,
soon joined by Willow. Their dorm rang with laughter.
"I remember you telling me about that!" she said, then when into a fit of hysterics as she recalled, "And
then you pinned him to the ground! Ha Ha! And then he was like 'I'd thought you'd be taller. Or bigger
muscles and all that.'" Both girls broke into fits of giggles at the memory.
"Remember that whole spiel Oz gave you about Pants for Monkey Animal-Crackers?" Willow burst out
laughing.
" 'I have my hippo dignity!' " She said in-between fits of giggles. " 'And then there's a cou in the Zoo!'
He always came up with the weirdest things!" Willow laughed at the memory.
"I wonder if his plan of attacking the Mayor with hummus would have worked?" Buffy asked, trying to
keep a straight face, and failing.
"I still can't believe that we blew up the school!" Willow laughed as she leaned her head against the head-
board. Buffy couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of Willow's long pale neck. It looked so inviting
to the Slayer. {. . . I just want to nibble it . . .}
Buffy quickly shook her head, wondering were those thought were coming from.
"I remember thinking it was SO romantic the way Angel showed up at the prom. I'd hoped he'd show, but
I didn't think he actually would." She looked at Buffy and saw that the blond was slightly flushed.
"Hey Will?" she asked quietly, "Do you think he misses me?" Willow smiled sadly.
"I know he does." She took Buffy's hand and held it in both of her own.
"Do you think Oz'll ever come back?" Willow bowed her head, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
"How could he not?" Buffy asked, lifting her friend's face with a crooked finger. "He's got a beautiful
woman waiting for her werewolf to come home to the Hellmouth."
"You really think so Buffy?" The witch sounded almost hopeful.
"I know so." She said playfully poking the witch in the stomach. Willow jumped and giggled, unable to
keep from laughing.
"Oh! Ticklish huh?!" Willow shook her head 'No'. Buffy started gently poking Willow in the stomach
and ribs. The Red-Head fought to keep a straight face and her mouth closed.
"Come on Will! You're turning Beet-Red!!" Buffy continued her tickling with renewed vigor. Finally,
the damn broke and Willow's loud laughter came flooding out. She fell back on the bed and tried to bat
the Slayer's hands away.
"Ha Ha! No, Buffy! Please! Ha Ha!" Buffy gave an Evil Cackle and tickled the witch more. Willow
managed to roll over and off the bed. She got up and tried to run from the room (still laughing
hysterically).
"Oh no you don't!" Buffy called as she grabbed the girl around the waist.
"Ah! Buffy!" Willow was thrown onto the Slayer's bed, and once again tickled mercilessly.
"Okay! Okay! I give! I Give!" Both girls flopped down onto the bed, laying on their backs, and totally
exhausted!
"Hey Buff?" Willow said, trying to regulate her breathing.
"Yeah?" Buffy giggled.
"Thanks for cheering me up."
(TO BE CONTINUED . . . )