Red Skies at Morning
by TheBear
Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: I don't own them, Joss does. All hail the great and mighty Joss. Hey! Don't look behind that curtain!
Part 1
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Willow sat in Buffy's bed, clutching a cross and vial of holy water tightly to her chest. She hadn't been all that attached to her fish, but finding them dead and strung together like Christmas lights in an envelope on her bed hadn't been a big barrel of laughs, either. She was wigged. Beyond wigged. In order to keep her mind off of the image of Angelus in her room, doing terrible things to her while she slept, she tried talking.
She said, "I just wanted to thank you, you know- for having me over; what with it being a school night and all." Mentally she chastised herself, "Oh, smooth, Rosenberg; that'll impress her. 'Hello! Can we say inane?'"
Truth be told, one of the things Willow most wanted to do in her life was impress Buffy Summers. Somehow, someway. Though she would never admit it to anyone; she barely admitted it to herself even; Willow had a major crush on the blonde slayer.
She had finally found someone to excise her unrequited love for Xander Harris. It was just too bad that her new obsession happened to be a.) a girl, and b.) the chosen one- savior of the world- "Jeez, maybe just a little out of my league?" she thought. And, oh yeah! Let's not forget c.) totally in love with a 240 year old vampire! If there was an opposite end to the spectrum of 'shy, innocent little girl Willow;' it would be 'Big, bad, very not a girl, Vampire Angel.'
Now, she was to spend the night in the bed of said crush, hiding from big, bad Angelus- Angel's evil twin. She was pretty sure she would get no sleep tonight.
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Buffy was having her own problems. Her body was acting weird. Like, for instance, how when Will called her and told her what Angelus had done, she had felt intense anger at the vampire formerly known as Angel. But, the anger felt weird- it made her warm and sweaty.
She had instantly invited Willow to stay the night with her- "To protect her," she firmly told herself. See! There was that too- why did she feel the need to justify having Willow come over? What possible other response would there have been but to have her best friend come spend the night in the face of this kind of threat?
Then, when Willow had gotten there she had immediately hugged the frightened redhead- they always hugged; they were best friends! But this time was somehow different. Willow had clung to her tightly, not letting go for several minutes. Buffy had held her tightly to herself and whispered a constant stream of reassurances in her ear, like "It'll be alright now, I'm here Willow," and, "Shhh, Buffy'll make it all better, I promise!" Neither of them had made any move to release one another and Buffy found herself thinking how good Willow's hair smelled. "Hello! Mortal danger here, what the heck are you sniffing hair for?" her mind had raged.
When they had finally mutually let go of each other, Buffy had immediately grabbed Willow's hand and led her upstairs, as though Willow might have forgotten the way.
The weirdest thing is that Willow had made no comment; she hadn't even raised an eyebrow at this strange need to be in physical contact.
Now she was lying in bed, with Willow cuddled up against her, and running her fingers through the long auburn strands of Willow's hair, lulling her to sleep. As she surrendered her self into Morpheus' arms, she heard her self whisper, 'love ya, Will."
She missed Willow's barely whispered, "I love you, too..."
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Willow was having the best dream. She was sleeping in Buffy's arms, safe and warm. She could actually smell Buffy's skin- the vanilla scented body-wash that she liked to use combining with her own scent to create an aroma that reminded Willow of the smell of freshly baked bread and the taste of vanilla milkshakes. She could even feel the smooth skin against her face as she rubbed against it. She was startled to full wakefulness when the dream girl moaned and pulled her closer.
Buffy woke at the same moment, finding herself clutching the warm, sleepy redhead against her body, and smelling- once again- the sweet strawberry scent of her silky hair, now tousled after a night's sleep.
Willow pushed slightly away, just enough to scoot up till they were eye to eye. Then she smiled and said "Mmm, g'mornin."
Buffy couldn't help but return Willow, infectious smile. "Morning, Will." Looking down, as if just now noticing their positions, she added, "This is..." She raised her eyebrows, trying to think of the right word.
"Nice." Willow supplied without thinking. Suddenly she realized the magnitude of her possible slip and began to babble, "Oh! Is it? Nice, I mean? It's not badness is it? It's, uh... we, uh... I mean, it's..."
Buffy smiled even wider at her friend's typical behavior. "Nice," she interjected. Then crinkling her nose in thought, she said, "It's just... we've never... It's not like we did anything wrong..."
Willow jumped in to agree with that, "No! No wrongness here!"
Buffy rolled onto her back, away from Willow, and stretched her arms above her head, arching her back. "Mmm! Too early to think. Brain hurts. Need shower."
Willow's eyes dilated and her breathing sped up as she watched Buffy's breasts push against the thin cotton of her tanktop. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the white fabric. "Yeah... Shower..." Willow dumbly repeated.
Buffy rolled back over to see Willow with her eyes glazed over and her mouth hanging open. "What's wrong Will?" she asked.
Willow snapped out of her trance and rolled onto her back, groaning at her behavior. She felt an overwhelming urge to flee and hopped up out of bed. "Shower! Yes, shower is good. Ok if I..." she trailed off, already half way out the door.
Buffy was baffled by her friend's strange behavior. "Sure Will... you go ahead..." she said in kind of a stunned voice.
Willow just had to be out of that room, right now. Before she humiliated herself even more. "Ok, thanks Buff. I'll be quick!" she tossed over her shoulder as she ran out of the room.
"Ok," Buffy thought, "Now *that* was weird!"
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"OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!" Willow thought as she rushed to the bathroom. She could feel the heavy wetness in her panties and was embarrassed beyond all belief.
She quickly sat down on the lid of the toilet and buried her face in her hands, leaning her elbows down on her knees as rocked back and forth. "Oh God! Buffy caught me checking her out!" she raged. At the same time she couldn't help but remember the sight of Buffy's lithe form arching back like that. "Mmmm! Yummy Buffy goodness" She thought.
Of course, she immediately chastised herself, "No! Bad Willow- there will be no thoughts of Buffy's round, perfect, breasts, squished against her shirt, nipples all hard and... Argh!" Obviously, Willow's brain was refusing to cooperate with her- as was her traitorous body. She could feel her sex, hot and thick with arousal, getting wetter and wetter as her rocking motion pressed against the hard plastic of her seat.
As soon as she realized what she was doing she jumped up to her feet. Whimpering at the loss of friction. She looked down and noticed, to her increased humiliation, that she had actually made a puddle of wetness on the lid to the toilet seat. She gave out a strangled little yelp and quickly tore off a handful of toilet paper and wiped the seat down, then threw the paper in the trash. Changing her mind she pulled it out of the trash and flipped up the lid, flushing the toilet paper down.
Crying tears of frustration, Willow stripped off her shirt and panties, and stepped into the shower. She was mortified at the thought of what she was about to do, but there was no way she could walk out of the bathroom and see Buffy again in this condition.
She would have to take care of it.
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Buffy laid in bed for a little bit, trying to figure out what was up with Willow. She had seemed fine, even with the strangeness of how they woke up together- that event still *not* making her feel weird; the fact of which was giving her major Wiggins.
She decided to try and forget about it. She leisurely rolled out of bed and went to the hall closet to get a towel for Willow. She thought nothing of walking into the bathroom while Willow was showering- how many times had they showered together after gym class. How could this be any different?
"Ok, so this is different," she thought as she stopped dead in her tracks.
Through the clear glass of the shower door, Buffy could see Willow. She was leaned back against the wall of the shower, her head thrown back and eyes closed with a grimace of pleasure plastered on her face. She had one leg up on the edge of the tub, and one hand rubbing her breasts under the spray of the water- pinching and twisting her rosy nipples. The other hand was vigorously, and noisily, pumping two fingers in and out between the ever-so-pink lips, framed by a field of fine, red curls. Her fingers were making a wet; sucking sound as she plunged them in and out of her soaked sex. She was also making what Buffy thought were the cutest little whimpering noises in between gasping breaths.
Buffy quietly turned and slipped out of the bathroom, not realizing that she had dropped the towel on the sink. She found herself at the top of the stairs, ready to run through the front door and out into the street. In her tanktop and boxer shorts.
She fought off the fight or flight response and made herself go back into her room. She was blushing furiously, embarrassed for herself and for Willow having been caught in the act. At the same time, she was kind of confused at why the redhead would do that at Buffy's house. It wasn't like Buffy hadn't done that herself, but she usually waited until she got home- even after a heavy night of slaying when the urge was almost overpowering.
Buffy couldn't get the image of Willow masturbating out of her mind. The sounds she made- the sounds her fingers made as they slid in and out of her. She had looked so passionate, so raw, so... sexy.
"What the..." she thought
When she heard the shower turn off and the door open, she realized that she had left the towel behind.
"Oh, crap!" Buffy whispered
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