The Willow and Buffy Song
by Acepilot
One Golden Glance At What Should Be...
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"The Willow and Buffy Song"
Acepilot87
Disclaimers: Here we have my interpretation of something that is completely Joss' world...As ever, there's a song behind all this, and today it'll be "A Kind Of Magic" by Roger Taylor of Queen.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow (and Oz is gone at last...)
Rating: PG (no angst today...)
Feedback: I'll take anything you can give me...batoutofhell25@yahoo.com
Distribution: I don't care where, just so long as I know about it.
Settings/Spoilers: /It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
During season four...\ (hee, hee, hee) or should that be ho, ho, ho?
Warning: A friend of mine who did some beta reading pointed out to me that I haven't been putting warnings in my opening...but considering that this is being posted on BuffyWantsWillow, BuffyLovesWillow and I Kind Of Love You - if you don't approve of or find two women in a relationship illegal/disgusting, then why are you reading this?
Author's Notes: I'm trying something a little happier. I'm going through the chapters for this at a rate of knots - I've had writer's block for months, and the ability to write again is coming all in rush. Hope you enjoy.
Oh - by the way...I have no idea how the American school holiday system works, so what you've got here is essentially what I learned from movies and fanfics...
Authors Notes 2: I was originally going to take this in a more angst-filled direction, but people started telling me that Chapter 4 wasn't as good, so I decided that I should finish this on a high. So here is the end to the Willow and Buffy song.
Chapter 7
One Golden Glance Of What Should Be
Acepilot87
/It's a kind of magic
It's a kind of magic
A Kind Of Magic...\
It was cold. But cold in a good way. There was snow *everywhere*, coating every surface in sight. Out the front of a house - Buffy's? - the witch and the slayer duelled with snowballs at ten paces. Inevitably, they both turned around before ten, and eventually got tired of having to roll new snowballs, so they just settled for running around and tackling each other in the soft white powder.
Buffy looked up at the red-head that was straddling her stomach with a grin. "Not trying to re-enact anything there, are you?" She asked mischeviously.
"Being all young and innocent, I have no idea what you're talking about." Willow said with an air of superiority. Seeing - and feeling - the slayer laughing beneath her, Willow leant down and nuzzled her lover's neck. "I love you." she whispered.
She felt Buffy's arms wrap around her back and pull her down to be lying flush with the blonde's body. "I love you too."
/One dream - one soul
One prize - one goal
One golden glance of what should be...\
Willow awoke to the greatest feeling of contentment that she had ever experienced. It was surprisingly cold - for Sunnydale, at any rate - but she was cocooned in warmth. Her lover's body was wrapped around her's and together...they felt complete.
'Except...'
Willow had still not quite gotten over the fact that, as yet, she'd found herself unable to tell Buffy that she loved her. Some part of her - no matter how small a part it was - was still scared of what a relationship with her best friend, despite the fact that she knew Buffy loved her more than anything in the world. And Buffy wasn't afraid to tell her so.
But she was sure that Buffy hadn't gotten over the fact that Willow was still not quite completely and unequivically hers yet, either.
'Soon...' she kept telling herself. But she'd been telling herself that for weeks now, and she was no closer to telling the slayer that she had finally fallen for her. That last barrier was just a little too hard to tear down...
But the dreams were getting more and more frequent. And in all of them, she told Buffy she loved her.
In all of them, she and the slayer were together - really together.
She felt the slayer's body stir against hers. "Morning, Will."
Willow snuggled a little closer to Buffy. "Morning? Try noonish..."
Buffy's eyes snapped open. "Willow! We have classes!"
Willow grinned broadly. "Nuh-uh, slayer - no classes on winter break."
Buffy slumped back against her pillow. "Never do that to me again!" She hissed into Willow's ear.
"Or what?" Willow allowed herself a mischevious grin. "You'll punish me?"
Buffy propped herself up on her elbow, lying front to side against Will. "I won't rule it out."
Willow expressed mock fear. "Oh, no! The Slayer's going to torture me!"
Buffy licked along Willow's neck line. "Only if you beg for it, babe."
Willow chuckled slightly. "Alright, this is getting seriously just a little too..."
"Arousing?" Buffy suggested.
"I was gonna go with uncharacteristaclly kinky, but arousing works too." Instead of surrendering to the slayer's desire, however, Willow sat up in bed. "Come on - no time for kinky arousalness. We have to pack."
"Aww..." Buffy slumped back against the bed, putting on a pouty face. "I don't wanna..."
Willow glared at her. "You know I can't resist you when you pout."
Buffy grinned up at her. "That's the general idea."
---
/One shaft of light
That shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time\
It wasn't until some hours later that Willow and Buffy finally made their way out of the dorms to meet Giles out the front in his pathetic little car, which began to creak dangerously under the extreme weight of their bags.
"Y'know, Giles," Buffy said, "if I were you, I'd seriously considering getting, oh," Buffy seemed to search for the right words, which Willow helpfully supplied from her vantage point in the back seat -
"A real car?"
Giles spared a glare at both of them. "You know, ever since the two of you embarked on this relationship, it's been almost impossible to get a conversation in with one of you without the other speaking as well."
Willow and Buffy shared a private look, before Buffy looked back over at Giles. "And how is that different from before we started seeing each other?"
Giles thought about that for a moment. "Granted."
Will leaned over and kissed Buffy on the cheek. "I think we made him think. Good effort."
Buffy reached back and stroked her lover's hair.
As that thought ran through her mind, she realised that, not once in their three weeks together, had she ever thought of or referred to Willow as her girlfriend. Always as her lover, her love, her witch, her hacker, her everything - but never her girlfriend.
Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Willow still hadn't said that she loved her.
She hadn't wanted it to bother her. She had really set out to be completely fine with that one little glitch in their relationship. But - she could no longer deny it. She needed to hear Willow tell her that she loved her. She didn't know why. Maybe it was just a thing - when you're in love with someone, if they don't reciprocate your feelings, then it hurts more than anything else on earth.
Despite those misgivings, she continued to stroke her lover's hair, enjoying it as Willow leaned into her touch.
Giles was doing his best to ignore their intimacies. As the only member of the Scoobies (though he would have hated that label) to know about their relationship, he was faced with the daunting task of covering for them as they often managed to be late for - or disappear from - meetings, without, seemingly, any reason at all.
Seeing as this had been happening pretty much every meeting they'd had over the past three weeks, he was gradually wishing that they'd just tell everyone about it so he could get let off the hook.
They pulled up outside Buffy's house. Willow pulled Buffy's hand down to her lips. "I'll talk to you tonight?"
Buffy grinned. "You bet."
The car pulled away and headed for Willow's.
/The waiting seems eternity...
The day will dawn on sanity...
Is this A Kind Of Magic?
There can be only one...
This rage that last a thousand years
Will soon be gone...\
Willow lay on her bed alone that night. After talking to Buffy for hours - you never would have been able to tell they'd been apart for just six hours, before which they'd been living together for nearly five months - she had come to a decision. She had to tell Buffy. She could tell from the other girl's voice...she just wasn't hiding it well anymore. She was hurting about Willow's failure to verbalise her love for the slayer - and, Willow knew, she had every right to be.
It was just the 'how'...telling Buffy was something she fiercely wanted to do, but the manner in which she revealed it had to be...perfect, in order to make up for the delay.
She'd come up with something.
/This flame that burns inside of me
I'm hearin' secret harmonies
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time..\
Willow looked intently at Buffy's face. The other girl had, thankfully, enjoyed the dinner that she'd made for them. Or at least she was pretending to. Given Buffy's poor acting skills, Willow liked to think it was the former.
Willow took their plates into the kitchen and was just finishing stacking the dishwasher when she felt a pair of arms slide around her waist.
"That can wait..." A voice whispered in her ear.
Willow got involuntary chills down her spine. "I know. But you can't. Which is the idea."
Buffy growled. "You really are a mistress of pain, Wills."
"And don't you forget it." Willow spun around and planted her lips on Buffy's. She started moving them towards the stairs that would lead them up to Will's room. If there was ever a time Willow was thankful for her parent's near-permanent absence, it was now.
Hours later, the pair lay curled up together, snoozing lightly in the afterglow. Reluctantly, but neccessarily, Willow pried herself out of her lover's hold.
She had things to do.
---
/It's a kind of magic
It's a kind of magic
A Kind of magic\
As Buffy slowly regained conciousness, she snuggled closer to the warmth next to her.
Before realising that there was no warmth next to her, just an empty bed.
Her eyes shot open and she sat up, looking around the room for Willow, despite knowing that, if Willow wasn't in bed, it was a fair assumption that she wouldn't be in the room. It was still dark outside, though - and she knew that Willow wouldn't be so stupid as to go wandering around Sunnydale at night.
There was no sign of Willow in the room.
There was, however, a note tacked onto the back of the door.
Buffy got up, wrapping a sheet around her naked body, and walked over to the door.
The note was short and simple.
Downstairs.
Buffy slowly, but carefully, walked down the large flight of stairs, not quite sure what to expect. Willow had never done anything like this before - Buffy hadn't thought surprises like this were in the red-head's nature.
'Remember what she did to Oz, though?'
Buffy allowed herself a slight chuckle as she reminisced on what her best friend had told her about last Christmas break, when she had tried - unsuccesfully - to seduce the werewolf, using the full Barry treatment. Buffy had been in hysterical fits for days trying to picture Oz's reaction.
'She doesn't need to seduce you, though.' Buffy told herself. 'She must be doing something special here.'
Finally, Buffy reached the base of the stairs, and turned to the left, into the lounge room.
She had to catch her breath.
Whatever else could be said about it, Willow had put a lot of work into this display. Sometime between when Buffy went to sleep last night, she had set up a Christmas tree (complete with decorations), put a menorah on top, acquired or at least set up what seemed to be hundreds of candles. They were scattered throughout the room and provided it with a beautiful flickering glow.
Under the tree was a single present, wrapped in simple red paper.
Giddy with anticipation, Buffy walked over to the tree and knelt down to pick up the present. It had a label on it that simply said 'Buffy'.
She opened it.
It was a box.
A very plain box, a brown cardboard box.
Buffy opened that.
Inside was a piece of folded white paper, which Buffy withdrew and unfolded.
It was blank.
She very suddenly felt a body behind her, and a very familiar voice whispered in her ear: "I was going to do the whole 'it's on the paper in the box' thing, but it just seemed to cliched. I thought I might as well just say it."
Buffy allowed herself to be pulled back to her feet by Willow who turned her around and encircled her waist with a thin pair of arms.
"I love you." Willow said. No dramatics - excluding the elaborately set up decorations and present. Just simple, and plain.
And completely, and unequivically wonderful.
It was like those three words finally broke her free of all worries that this wasn't real. Those words made it all real. They made this not just a fling, not just lustful sex, but love - real love. A relationship.
Willow Rosenberg was her girlfriend.
She could get used to that.
/The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn on sanity...
Is this a kind of magic?
There can be only one....
This rage that last a thousand years
Will soon be gone...
Will soon be gone...\
The End.