That's Life
by ITF
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Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox, and all them own
Buffy. Not me.
Rating: R. Eventually.
Spoilers: Everything is fair game. Takes place right after
6x11, "Gone"
Distribution: Just ask. I will likely say yes.
Feedback: I would love it. izualthefallen@hotmail.com
Summary: Season six. Takes place right after 6x11, "Gone".
Let's see what happens if the lives of Buffy and Willow
aren't completely eviscerated (at the least, no more
than they already have been).
Authors note: First fanfic I have written.
Feedback would be cool.
Speech: "Blah"
Thought: 'Blah'
That's Life
By ITF
Chapter 2
"Mmrgg..."
Two things immediately made themselves aware to Buffy as
the sleeply slayer slowly drifted into consciousness: she
was currently encompassed in the warm arms of someone,
and she had to pee. Upon awakening further, she deduced
that the arms to which she was confined belonged to her
best friend. She also noticed that Willow was drenched in
sweat.
'Guess she had a tough night,' Buffy thought to
herself.
"Will," she called out softly to her slumbering bedmate.
"Hey, Wills! Wake up!"
"Grrmmm... Whatimisit?" the redhead answered, stirring
about.
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
"Mmm... Buffy? Whaswrong?" Willow mumbled again, still
disoriented.
"I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a sec."
"Mkay..." the wiccan replied, finally opening her eyes
to the brightness of the Saturday morning sun. "How
are you doing?"
"You're the one who is soaked in sweat at the moment,"
the blonde replied.
"Yeah," Willow replied, "but I'm doing better now. I'm
not all shakey and stuff anymore..."
"Well, that's...good..." the slayer said, getting up
and heading to the bathroom. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Kay," Willow replied sleepily, snuggling back into the
covers.
'Damnit!' Buffy berated herself mentally. 'How could I
let her get hurt that much!?'
After several minutes in the bathroom (most of the time
spent wondering why she fucked things up so bad), the
slayer returned to her friend's bedroom.
"Mmm... it's only seven thirty. More sleep." Buffy
mumbled as she slid back under the covers. Willow only
nodded in response, happy to know that there was at least
one person that trusted her after what she did to Tara.
"Buffy?" the redhead asked hesitantly. "Am I a bad person?"
"What? Of course you aren't." Buffy said reassuringly.
"Well then... why do I feel like I am?"
Buffy was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
"Every one makes a few bad choices, Will. You can't
expect yourself to be perfect all the time."
"I loved Tara so much though, and I..." Willow paused
for a second, searching for the right word. "I betrayed
her. She trusted me and I hurt her because of it..."
Buffy didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"It must be nice..." the blonde commented absently
"Hmm?" Willow questioned.
"To have someone. To love someone. To have someone love
you." Buffy said in a dismal tone, pausing for a few
seconds then snuggling closer to her friend.
"Doesn't Spike love you?" Willow asked.
"Spike makes me sick to my stomach." Buffy answered
harshly, instantly regretting snapping at Willow.
"So, what is on your agenda for today?" the wiccan
asked in a chipper tone, deciding that a change of
subject was needed.
"Well, I'm going to sleep in. Beyond that, I guess
I will just take whatever peace I can get. What bout
you, Will?"
"Hmm... sleeping in sounds nice. Good plan. After that,
I'll cook up a nice breakfast for my girls, then I can
spend the rest of the day helping you do nothing," she
answered, smiling at her friend.
"Mhm. It's a plan then. Now, let's make with the
sleeping in!" Buffy announced, burying her face into
Willow's neck and snuggling as close to her witch as she
could. Willow moaned softly, pulling Buffy closer, and
within the minute the two of them were, once again,
slumbering.
"Buff..."
Silence.
"Hey, Buffy! Get up!"
Silence.
"I made breakfast..."
Buffy shot out of bed. Willow chuckled, grinning at the
slayer.
"Breakfast? Sounds good. What time is it?" Buffy asked
her friend, eying Willow's current attire.
'Tight tank top. Skirt that almost reaches the knees.
She looks-'
"Bout eleven thirty." Willow replied, interrupting
Buffy's current train of thought.
"Whadjya make?" Buffy asked, her eyes glowing at the
thought of food.
"Pancakes, and eggs, and bacon, and toast, and hash
browns, and..." Willow paused, noticing that Buffy
was staring at her. "What? Gotta keep my slayer well
fed..." she said with a smile.
"Not complaining here Will," Buffy replied mirthfully.
"Thanks, though. I appreciate it."
"Get some clothes on," the redhead replied, still
wearing her smile. "You've got a big day of eating
ahead."
"Right you are," Buffy replied, walking down the hall
to her room.
'Mmm...' Willow thought to herself as her friend
walked down the hall. 'Buffy plus panties equals a
yummy butt. Oh. Wait. Naughty thoughts. Bad. Then again,
I had naughty thoughts about Xander for a long time, so
why can't I have some about Buffy?'
Before Willow knew what she was doing, she was standing
in front of Buffy's door and turning the knob.
'Oh Geez... naughty thoughts lead to naughty actions
and here I am and there Buffy is and there her shirt
isn't and wow she looks nice without a bra...'
Once Willow realized that she was staring, she blushed
a deep red colour.
'Damnit, self! Say something!'
"Sorry Buffy! I was wondering if I could borrow a...
erm... a bra! Yep, a bra! But you don't seem to have
one. Sorry to bother you. Bye!" Willow sputtered,
turning down the hall and running to her room before
the last words were out of her mouth.
After several moments of hyperventilating into her
pillow, Willow heard a knock at her door.
"Hey Will. You alright in there? Sorry to...scare you
earlier. You can borrow one of my bras if you need to.
Did you forget to wash all of yours or something?"
Buffy asked her friend through the door, concern
blanketing her voice.
"Nope! I found one. Sorry to bother you earlier.
Breakfast?" Willow said quickly, pushing past her
friend and hoping that her slayer senses weren't all
too keen this morning. Smell, in particular.
'Oh no. I'll bet she can smell me...' Willow
thought to herself worriedly, feeling her panties
dampen even more as images of a topless Buffy ran
though her mind.
'Mmm...damn Will, breakfast smells great! Can't
wait to eat it!' Buffy though to herself, following the
redhead down the hall.
TBC.