Of Stakes And Spells
by VixenRaign
Flashes Of Truth
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Author's Note: Hope you like this chapter, also written during Biology (not Calculus), so if you don't like the style . . . . TELL ME! I'll go back to Brainstorming during my dull math sessions!
= = = (*Flashes Of Truth*) = = =
Buffy was dozing, trying to sleep off her Tears and Thanksgiving Turkey. She was deeply asleep, dreaming of something that she couldn't explain. They felt like memories, but she knew they couldn't be. {There's just no way!} she told herself, {They can't have happened!} . . . but they had. She was remembering what happened while she'd been Cave Slayer. The Cursed Beer had forced her to forget, and like the Mystery Voice had told her, the memories were returning in her dreams.
They came in flashes, like lightning. She could only see through her mind's muddled darkness for a second, then it was just as quickly gone. What she saw excited her and scared her. It made her blood boil, and her heart race. Every few seconds the flickers of memories came, in full sound and color. And all of them containing Willow.
Flash! Willow crying on her bed, and then back to darkness. Flash! Cave Slayer giving Willow a hug. Blackness again. Flash! Buffy picking up the Witch and laying her down on the bed comfortably. Emptiness. Buffy was so confused, the flashes were fast and bright and she could see it as though she was there. She could feel every touch she watched herself partake in . . . {But they cannot be real!} she told her self, {they CAN'T be!}
Flash! Buffy holding Willow on the bed. Flash! Buffy kissing Willow without resistance. Flash! Willow kissing her back! The flashes were faster now, blending slightly. Coming together like the notes of a skipping CD. She could feel Willow's lips, smell the Witch's hair. It was all so intense and overwhelming. Faster and faster the flashes came until they melded together like a flipbook of memories. {No! This Can't Be! She Would Have Told Me! NO!}
She watched herself lay the Witch to the bed, and crawl up next to her. She remembered stroking her best friends face, the soft skin like warm porcelain, thinking how much she wanted to make her smile. She could feel herself kissing the tears away; saw the shocked look in Willow's eyes. Then came the heat. The heat Buffy had felt every time the two of them touched since that night. The same burning fiery desire that took her over like a title wave of want. She watched herself lean down and connect lips with the Witch. {Our First Kiss . . .} Buffy thought, {I'm sorry I couldn't remember it . . . }
Buffy watched as her Cave-Slayer-Self kissed her shocked best friend, who slowly began to kiss back. She gently held the redhead around the middle, her prehistoric-self being as formidable as possible. Willow gripped her tightly, pulling her in close. Buffy was really heating up, she and Willow had kissed only once (in Buffy's modern-mentality), and that was NOTHING like this! Willow was submissive yet demanding as the feeling of her warm tongue ran across the Slayer's lip. Buffy could only watch as she saw (and felt) her hand find it's way to the bottom of her best-friend's shirt. {Oh God, NO!} But, it was too late: she couldn't change the past.
Buffy watched in horror, worried that Willow would refuse the Cave-Slayer and that she would forcibly take what she wanted from the Witch. But that wasn't the case. Just as Buffy felt her fingers making their way under the fabric, she felt Willow's hand cover her own.
'No, Buffy, don't do that.' Rang in her head. She felt her face contort into a sad frown, and her voice say the words 'Willow no like?' She sounded disappointed. Willow shook her head, 'No, Buffy, I like it, I just don't think we should.' Willow said comfortingly. 'Want make girl feel better . . . Girl so sad.' Willow sighed, and Buffy quickly kissed her. 'I know. But Buffy, you shouldn't do it if it's just to make me feel better.'
She felt herself smile 'Not just that . . .' she kissed the redhead soundly. Willow looked suspicious 'Why else are you doing it?', Buffy sat back slightly, whispering her answer 'You make Buffy feel Happy . . .' Buffy answered slowly, hands trailing down her stomach, 'Make Buffy happy down here . . .' Willows eyes bugged as Buffy placed her hands just below her belly-button, over the zipper of her jeans. 'Buffy, I dunno-' Willow started, but was cut off. 'Buffy want make Willow Happy.' She kissed the Witch deeply taking her time to come back up for air 'VERY happy . . .' she finished. Willow was panting slightly, but nodded.
Buffy wanted to scream, she was in complete shock. {How could this have happened? How could Willow not have told me!?} Buffy looked on in astonishment as she climbed back atop her friend, once again kissing her vigorously. She shuddered with a mingling of guilt and pleasure as she felt her hand cup the Witch's breast over the shirt. It was brief, but it was indescribable. Even in her mind Buffy was panting, then slowly it started to fade.
The memories slowed, and the flashed returned. Flash! The Kisses slowing. Flash! The two girls stair at each other. Flash! The phone rings, Oz on the other end. Darkness. Flash: Buffy curling up and going to sleep.
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Emptiness.
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Flash: Willow hanging up the phone, and curling up next to her.
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Nothingness.
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Flash: The Slayer and the Witch.
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Black. Shadows, Stillness, and Silence. Total and complete. The Dream fades, but the memories stay. The truth was unveiled, and all she wanted to do was cover it back up. Shame, and Guilt. All that's left is that feeling of unquenchable Heat and the taste of Willow . . .
{ . . . What A Rush!}
~ ViXeN ~