Of Stakes And Spells
by VixenRaign
Sleepy Snuggles
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(Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, I hope you like this chapter, and please excuse the fact that I am no longer receiving help on the romantic scenes they will therefore be far worse than before. My sincerest apologies.)
WARNING: This Chapter Is Rated 'R' For Mature Themes and Adult Situations. This Is A Buffy/Willow Fem-Slash Pairing. If That Bothers You, or Is Illegal Where You Live: Don't Read (Or Move).
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= = = (*Sleepy Snuggles*) = = =
Willow slowly opened her eyes. The room was warm and quiet. Looking at the clock she saw that it was now 9:47pm. They must have slept all afternoon. The Witch quickly looked over at the Slayer's bed and found it empty and still made. On the middle of the mattress was a note. Willow stretched and hopped up off the bed. Reaching over she grabbed the note and unfolded it.
'Hey Sweety,' it read. 'I guess we both fell asleep. Sorry about that, but like you said: Today seemed pretty tiring. I'm going to head over to Giles' and then go Slaying. I should be back by 10:30, so no worries. I would have woken you, but you just looked so cute sleeping there . . .' Willow smiled and finished reading the note. 'Miss you already, -Buffy'. Willow smiled and read the note again. Oz never left her cute little notes. And Xander practically never wrote all summer while he had been on his Road-Trip.
Getting up Willow opened the bottom drawer in her nightstand. Reaching all the way back she pulled out a small box. Placing it on the bed, Willow folded the letter again so that it would fit. As she opened the lid of the box she looked over its contents. There was a movie ticket from when Buffy first came to Sunnydale (the first thing they did alone together that wasn't Demon fighting), the note that Buffy left on her bed from before she ran away to LA (she stole it from Joyce), and a page out of The Books Of Ascension (when Buffy risked the world to save her).
She carefully placed the new piece of paper in the box, and put it back into the box. After carefully placing it back into her nightstand, Willow looked at the clock again. It was 10:02 now. {Just enough time to get ready for bed} she thought. Willow gathered her bathroom stuff and headed off down the hall. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. Once she got back to the room she changed into a long flannel shirt that came down to about mid-thigh. She reached for a pair of pajama bottoms, and paused. She looked down at herself, and then at the door. With a small smile on her face, she put them back into the drawer, and climbed under the sheets of her bed, waiting for Buffy to come home . . .
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Buffy walked down the hall slowly. She had been slightly hurt while out Slaying and she didn't want Willow to worry when she came back to the dorm. It really was nothing, just a hard hit to the ribs. By the morning, there would be barely even the memory of it. {Gotta Love Slayer Healing!} she thought. As she reached the door, she thought about how crazy the day had been. {Was it just me, or did today seem to last forever?} she asked no one in particular. Clasping the handle, she took a deep breath, and turned her wrist.
The room was lit only by the small lamp on the nightstand, and Willow was curled up in her own bed. The redhead looked so calm, smiling to herself. Buffy smiled, and grabbed her bathroom stuff. A few minutes later she came back, and looked at Willow, still grinning slightly. Buffy wondered what she could have been dreaming about. The Witch was known for talking in her sleep. She made a point to turn away from Willow so she wouldn't see the bruise that she was sure covered her stomach. She didn't notice Willow open her eyes and take a peek as her girl-friend changed. Quickly closing her eyes again, Buffy turned around.
As Buffy started to walk towards the beds, she stopped. Willow was sleeping in her bed. Her own bed, not Buffy's. She hadn't noticed this when she first came into the room. For some reason it surprised her. She'd just expected that Willow would be in her bed. The Slayer scolded herself; she shouldn't expect Willow to do anything she wasn't ready for. They had slept together in Buffy's bed the night before, and though she wanted to curl up with Willow tonight, she realized she'd have to respect her choice and sleep by herself tonight.
Buffy started walking again, and pulled the sheets up on her bed. Crawling under them, she got comfortable. Just as she found a nice comfy space, she realized the light was still on. Sighing, Buffy sat up again, and reached for the lamp. Just as she clicked it off, she saw the Witch's face. It was frowning. Willow's cute lips where in a sort of sad pout. It was small, but Buffy could see it even in the dark. Buffy laid back down, a frown on her face now too.
"Good night Willow." Buffy whispered, not wanting to wake the Witch. She looked at the redhead for a few minutes, and then closed her eyes.
"Night Buffy." Came the almost silent whisper from across the room. When the Slayer opened her eyes again, she saw that Willow had snuggled under the covers to the point where she was almost invisible. She could tell that Willow was upset; it had been obvious in the tight way Willow had said goodnight to her. Buffy got up silently, using all the Slayer-Stealth she could spare with her hurt stomach. She walked over to Willow's bed and pulled up the sheets, causing Willow to gasp.
"Buffy! What are you- " But Willow didn't get the opportunity to answer. The Slayer wrapped her arms around the redhead's middle and held her close.
"What's wrong?" Buffy asked her gently, "You were all smiles when I came into the room, then you got upset . . . is it because I turned the light off? I thought you liked the light off?" Buffy asked her quietly. Willow frowned and shook her head.
"No, it's just . . ." Willow cut herself off. She wished Buffy had just stayed in her bed. She didn't want to talk about it, just hearing what she'd been thinking made her feel stupid. She didn't want to make Buffy feel like she had to do certain things, especially if she didn't want to.
"What?" Buffy asked, caressing the Witch's face softly. She hated to admit it, but Faith had been correct about her Post-Slaying theory. Being this close to Willow after such a rigorous fight was messing with her purity of focus. "What is it, Sweety? Tell me . . . Please?" Buffy asked quietly. Willow caved; a pouty Slayer was an irresistible Slayer.
"You went to bed . . ." Willow said slowly. Buffy nodded. " . . . Your own bed." Buffy looked like she was waiting for the rest of it.
"Did I forget to kiss you goodnight?" Buffy asked, a small smirk playing at the edge of her lips. Willow couldn't help but smile too.
"Well, yeah . . ." she said slowly, looking Buffy in the eye, "But you also forgot to, you know, tuck me in . . . ?"
"But you were already in bed when I got back. I thought you were asleep." Buffy said, she obviously wasn't getting whatever Willow was trying to tell her, and she hoped the girl would just say it. {She's expecting me to pick up on subtlety while she's all cute and I'm all . . . distracted?!"} She yelled at herself.
"Well, yeah, Okay," Willow said shyly, "But you . . . I mean . . ." Willow took a deep breath and looked away from her girl-friend. "I was cold. I thought it'd be warmer . . . I kind of thought you'd be, well, sleeping in here with me." Willow had gotten progressively quieter until the last part was hard even for the slayer to hear. But she heard it. She suddenly burst out laughing. Willow blushed uncontrollably, and hid her face in the pillows as best she could.
"You're kidding right?" Willow looked up sheepishly, and shook her head. "That is so funny." Willow pouted, and hid her face in the pillow again. "Willow, come on," Buffy said, reaching and grabbing the Witch's chin gently, "you shouldn't hide such a pretty face." Willow blushed, but still pouted. "Come on Will, what's wrong?"
"You laughed at me . . . I know it was silly to think that- " Buffy cut her off.
"No I wasn't Willow." Buffy said gently but forcefully, "I was laughing at myself. I thought the same thing when I came in here. I thought you'd want to sleep together."
"Then why didn't you get in bed with me?" Willow asked quietly.
"I thought that, you know, since we're room-mates that I should respect the fact that we both live here. I thought that this was you wanting to be by your self in your own space."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because, well, it's your bed." Willow looked like she was still confused. "Well, last night . . . we were in my bed. I thought that if you wanted to be with me, then that's where you'd be. I know, it was stupid of me to think that you'd just *be there*, waiting for me - " Willow kissed Buffy gently on the lips, and pulled back smiling. Buffy was on fire, every inch of her skin burned and ached to be touched. She needed Willow so badly. {Take it easy Slayer . . .} Her other half warned, {She's never seen you in Post-Slay-Lust . . . don't want to scare her, do you?} Buffy shook her head, and then remembered that she was the only one who could hear the voice.
"Buffy, I thought we'd sleep in my bed tonight since we were in your bed last night." Willow said, a laugh noticeably bubbling under the surface. "We're quite the pair, aren't we?" She said laughing. Buffy just grinned widely and held her Lover tightly to her.
"Yeah, we are." She said seriously, making Willow smile. "Promise me something?" Willow nodded. "Next time we're trying to communicate, let's use words?" Willow laughed and nodded. "Well, unless we have our voiced stolen by fairy-tale creatures again." She said, laughing herself.
She kissed Willow's temple lightly, and then her cheeks. She kissed the tip of her nose, and all the while she kept repeating {Stay calm, cool, take it slow, be gentle . . .}. She watched Willow close her eyes, and sigh deeply. She felt herself shudder and knew she'd have to calm down or go back to her own bed. It had never been this hard with Angel, but then again; she'd never shared a room and now a bed with the Vampire. She kissed her lips softly, and tickled the witches nose with the tip of hers, watching as the opened her eyes again. The green orbs where slightly glazed and the pupils were large and black. Smiling, Buffy kissed her fully, feeling her passion well with every caress of their lips.
Willow was dizzy with pleasure. She was completely submerged in beauty and delight. The feel of Buffy kissing her passionately for the first time since last night invoked all the ardor from the night before. The Witch shook and shivered with the force of all the feelings running through her body. She'd never felt Loved like this. With Oz, there was always a sense that it wasn't really for them, as though they had been in love for other people. She always wondered if he knew about her feelings for Buffy. {Well, I knew about his little crushes on Devon and Larry} Willow thought, {I doubt he'd mind}.
"Willow?" Buffy asked breathlessly, pulling away from her girl-friend slightly. "Are you okay?" she asked, having felt the girl shake. She nodded, and pulled Buffy close again, burying her face in the crook of the Slayers shoulder as she gasped for breath. She wasn't used to this, but she was really enjoying it. Oz was never a passionate person, you could tell that after talking to him for five minutes. But with Buffy . . . Willow felt like she could be this person that she'd never been able to before. Like maybe she didn't have to be shy, like she didn't have to be afraid of what her Lover might think. Looking up into her Hazel eyes, Willow smiled.
"I don't think I'll ever be this okay again." She whispered. Buffy reached down and touched her cheek softly. Willow ran her hands down to the blonde's hips, and held her close. Buffy gasped, and completely wrapped herself around the Witch; Legs, Arms and all. Willow giggled and held her, running her fingers attentively under the hem of her shirt. Buffy sighed deeply, and nuzzled the redhead's neck. Suddenly, the Slayer groaned and sat bolt up-right. Willow's fingers had hit her bruise and it had hurt . . . a lot. {Busted!} Buffy thought as she tried to lay back down, but the Witch wouldn't let her.
"Buffy?! What's wrong?" she said, as she tried to lift the bottom of the blonde's shirt. Buffy sat up and moved away quickly. "What is it, are you okay?" she asked, panicked worry evident in her voice.
"Now, Willow," Buffy said slowly, stopping her lover's attempts at lifting the shirt, "I'm fine, okay? It just looks bad. I *promise* that I will be alright by tomorrow, okay?" Willow nodded frantically, and reached for the shirt again. Buffy's hands took hold of hers and kissed them by way of distraction. Willow smiled, though sadly, and looked at Buffy again.
"Please? I want to see." Buffy sighed, and reached for her shirt. Willow's eye bugged slightly when she removed it entirely. {Wow!} She gasped to herself, {I think I could get used to this . . .}. There was a large bruise running from her stomach up to part of her ribs. It was variations of blue, black, and purple. Willow reached out to touch it, and Buffy didn't stop her (though she did grimace). Willow scooted closer, running her fingertips gently over the legion. She head Buffy take in a long, slow and deep breath, and looked up to see that the blonde had closed her eyes. {She doesn't look like she's in pain though?} Willow thought, {I wonder . . .}. The Witch ran her whole hand softly of the damaged area, her other hand mimicking it on her uninjured side.
"Ooooooooh!" Buffy let out a long quiet moan. Willow smiled as she watched the color rise in her girl-friends cheeks. She did it again, teasing the tender and supple flesh, causing goose bumps to rise. She listened as Buffy took in a shuddering breath, her whole body shaking with what seemed to be the mere act of sitting up straight. Willow couldn't describe the sense of power these simple touches were instilling in her. The fact that Buffy could fight some of the strongest and darkest forces on this earth, and yet it was the red-head's loving caresses that reduced her to shaking, gasping, and moaning. With a little evil grin in place, she started to run her hands over the Slayer's sides again. This time, she gently prodded the bruise with the pad of her thumb, causing Buffy to cry out.
"Ow!" Buffy's eye popped open, a look of slight shock on her face. She looked at Willow and was met with Resolve Face. Willow's eyes picked up on the fact that the Slayer's pupils seemed to take over their irises even in the dark of the room.
"That's what you get fom trying to hide that from me." Willow said gently. Buffy pouted, her lower lip sticking out. Willow quickly leaned forward, taking the protruding flesh between her own, and sucking it lightly. Buffy moaned low in her throat, and Willow giggled. "Feeling any better?" Willow asked shyly. Buffy nodded, and Willow smiled, pinching the tip of her tongue between her teeth. The Slayer growled and practically pounced on the poor redhead.
"Want to know what would make it feel *Much* better . . . ?" Buffy asked suggestively. Willow put an innocent look on her face, and answered.
"How?" Buffy giggled, and leaned down whispering into the Witch's ear. Whatever she said, it made Willow blush to the point of her head looking like a thermometer that was about to blow. {Which is good, 'cause I'm about to pop . . .} Buffy thought to her self.
"I think I could handle that . . ." Willow said slowly, pulling the Slayer down for a passionate kiss. "But remember," she added breathing hotly on the Slayer's moistened lips, "The Underpants Rule." Buffy nodded in understanding (even though she didn't really), and slowly devoured the Wicca's lips with her own.
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(To Be Continued . . .)
(Author's Note: I KNOW! I'm Sorry! I promised vicarious smoochies, but I just can't write them . . . I really did try but trust me; it was nothing you'd want to read. I'm sorry I can't write the stuff as well as Danielle could, but I will try. Review and tell mw how I'm doing so far or if you have any suggestion. Thanks!)
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