New and Old
by Rin
Revelations and Relaxation
[reviews]
A/N: In one of the reviews, somebody mentioned that the format made it difficult to read b/c of lack of spacing. I check it out for myself, and I agree. It is tough for people with glasses. I put my glasses on, and it started to give me a headache, so I formatted this one differently. Tell me if this helps any, and I'll put them all this way. Thanks for all the feedback!
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"Oh, hey, Faith. Something wrong?" Willow looked up from her desk, and noticed her friend standing in her office door, looking a little perplexed.
"No, nothing's wrong but...do you think we can talk?"
"Oh, yeah...um, just let me finish this really quick. Come on in, and have a seat. It'll just take a second." Faith nodded, closed the office door, and went to sit on the couch, her legs twitching up and down rapidly. Willow finished going over the file, and marked approval before pushing it to the side of her desk. She stretched her neck, rubbed it, and tried stretching it again but nothing seemed to get the kink out from sitting slouched over her desk for nine hours straight, trying to finish her work, so that she could take the next day off to spend with Buffy. She sat down next to Faith, and the brunette tried not to let the redhead's smell take over her senses. "Faith, this is kinda strange but do you think you could do me a favor?"
"Yeah, sure, Red. Whatcha need?" Willow looked at Faith sheepishly, wondering why the brunette was so jittery, and nervous.
"Um...well, I can't seem to get this pain in my neck to go away. Do you think you could..." Faith's eyes opened wide, and she tried to labor her rapid heartbeat, hoping that the redhead didn't have keen hearing for fear that she'd be caught. Absentmindedly, she licked her lips, and nodded. Willow smiled, and turned around, pulling the auburn locks away from the back of her neck. Faith took a deep breath but tentatively reached up, and used her fingers to rub the tension away from the overworked redhead. Willow moaned, and closed her eyes in pleasure as Faith's hands were doing the magic trick that she couldn't seem to do herself. After hearing the audible pleasure, the hyperaware brunette gulped, and the only thing she could do was attend to her friend's needs. "Goddess, Faith...your hands are magick."
"Yeah..." She licked her lips, and unable to resist, moved closer towards the waiting neck that her fingers were currently kneading. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on everything that was Willow, forgetting for a moment that this was forbidden territory.
"Faith..." Her voice was low, husky, and being in the trance that she was in, Faith's immediate response to the pleasurable tone from the redhead, Faith moved in, and placed a small kiss on the nape of her neck. She felt Willow tense between her hands, and was suddenly brought back to reality, cursing herself for letting her body take control for just a moment.
"Oh...sorry, Red. I...that's..."
"No, Faith. It's okay." Willow turned around, and scooted a little further away from Faith on the couch, trying to understand what exactly prompted the gentle kiss. "Why did you do that?" She noticed that the brunette was fiddling nervously with her fingers, and her legs were shaking rapidly. The expression on her face let Will know that she was more than nervous...she was actually scared to answer the question. "I'm not mad. I just never thought..."
"Nah...it's...I'm...um..."
"Faith..." The brunette sifted her hands through her hair, and cradled her whole head in her arms and hands for a moment before releasing her grip with a loud sigh, calming her nerves.
"Okay...thing is...I don't want to...I really tried not to. I don't know why...it just happened, and I didn't mean for it to but it did, and now it's there, and I can't get rid of it, and at times it controls me, and I hate the feeling of loss of control because I'm always in control. A control freak, actually. You know that but I can't help it, and every time I try to stop...it's still there, and even though I lose the control, it's still the best feeling in the world, even if it hurts so much that I feel like I'm dying inside all the time, and when..."
"Faith!" The brunette stopped, and looked at the smirking Willow. Confused, she cocked her head to the side, and scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, even though pain was all she felt at the moment, seeing the redhead amused at her admission. "I see that my babbling is wearing off on you. You've been hanging out with me too much." Relieved that she didn't hate her, Faith sighed in a relaxing gesture, although her body was still too tense to react. "Now, what exactly is this 'it' you keep referring to? Is something or someone making you feel uncomfortable?"
"Yes, no...I don't know. Not really. It's the most comfortable I've ever felt."
"Then, what's the problem?"
"I'm not supposed to feel this way."
"Comfortable?"
"In love." Willow's eyes widened, and she smiled excitedly that her friend had finally found what she had with Buffy but the pain evident on Faith's face was tearing the redhead in all different directions, unsure why the dark girl would be unhappy over such a wonderful experience.
"Why do you think you shouldn't feel this way?"
"Because they already have somebody, and I don't want to mess that up. I always mess things up."
"You can't possibly know that, and hey! You didn't mess up dinner the other night. As a matter of fact, you were the perfect kitchen helper."
"Yeah, thanks."
"But you don't want to mess up another relationship. That's understandable, and quite noble, actually, Faith. Shows how mature you are." Faith's dark eyes looked up into green eyes, and the unsaid that was being said finally hit Willow, and she started gaping like a fish, unsure of what to say, or how to react. She had never even seen any signs, at least that she was aware of but then again, she had been too wrapped up in Buffy to really notice. "Wow...I mean...why?"
"The why should be obvious."
"No, I mean...when? How?"
"I'm not sure. Like I said, I didn't mean it to happen, and when I realized what was happenin', I tried everything to make it stop but that just made things worse. I can move out if you want. I understand if you're uncomfortable." Faith was avoiding eye contact, and she was trying not to let her turmoil show in her voice but Willow could hear it loud and clear. Snapping out of her shocked daze, she returned to the matter at hand.
"Well..." She sighed, trying to process everything. "I don't want you to move out. I just...this is..."
"Stupid?" she scoffed.
"No...it's not stupid. It's perfectly normal."
"It's normal to be in love with somebody you could never have?" Faith finally looked up, her voice tortured, and found Willow's eyes for a brief moment but seeing the confusion there, she had to look down again, and start playing with invisible lint on her leather pants. "I'm sorry...I..."
"No, Faith...it is normal." Willow moved closer, and placed a comforting hand over the one that was fidgeting on the pants, and stopped it, gripping it lightly. "I'm with Buffy, and I'm not going to do anything to hurt her, okay? But I'm glad that you told me." Faith looked up into gentle green eyes, and nodded her head slightly, knowing that Willow wasn't going to treat her much different after the shocking news. "I am sorry. I do know what it's like, and I hate that you've been going through this by yourself."
"Yeah, like I could've told you."
"You could've. Look, you did. It's scary...letting your heart open up like that, isn't it? And not being able to do anything about it?"
"You have no idea."
"I do, believe it or not." They sat in silence for a few moments, both unsure of what the future between them would hold. "Faith, all I can ask of you is to please, please don't shut yourself off from me. Talk to me about it...even if it hurts too much because it's me. I am sorry but if it makes you feel any better, I think that you're great, and if things were different, then I wouldn't hesitate." Faith snickered a laugh, and bowed her head in defeat, somewhat relieved to have the secret out in the open but even more taxed because now she was stuck with unrequited love.
"I'm sorry, Red."
"Nothing to be sorry about. Honestly." Faith sadly smiled, and Willow mirrored the expression. "All I can tell you is that it goes away with time. That I can promise you. You'll find somebody that is able to return the feelings, and you'll forget about lil ole me."
"That's never gonna happen."
"Yeah, I know but it was worth a shot." Faith let out a sad laugh, and Willow again smiled sadly.
"Yeah, well...it's cool. I'll get by."
"If..."
"No, it's cool, Red. I got this. I'll deal. Just don't tell B. Can you do that for me, at least, until I get things sorted out on my own." Willow nodded, and Faith stood up, helping her off the couch as well. "I should get goin'."
"Actually, Faith. I hate to do this after such a serious...talk but I have to switch to boss mode for a moment. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, sure...whatever." Willow went behind her desk, and Faith stood by the door, ready to bolt before she started to cry again. She couldn't let anybody see her cry.
"Well, we need two more tracks for the album. The others are ready but it seems to be lacking a pull. The nine we have ready are great, perfect even but the board seems to think that it lacks solid...emotion? Do you have anything we could use that you can think of?"
"Yeah...there are a few I've been workin' on. Is that all?"
"Yeah...and Faith?" She turned the doorknob, opening the door slightly, and looked back at the sympathetic redhead. "Thanks again for telling me. Even if I can't return the exact feelings, I still care about you, and want to see you happy." Faith nodded slightly, and left the building, leaving a startled redhead back to her work.
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Driving down the small road, Buffy kept stealing glances at her excited girlfriend in the driver's seat. The comfortable silence had started over ten minutes ago, and all Buffy could do was smile warmly at her redheaded lover, anxious to know where exactly they were going. Unfamiliar with the small off-road, Buffy kept trying to track their whereabouts but couldn't place anything but trees, and the fact that they hadn't passed a single car when they turned onto this curvy, paved road. Deciding to just relax, she leaned back in her seat, gripping Willow's hand tighter, and pulling it into her lap, playing with the back of her hand, studying it in detail. The redhead just looked at her lover, relishing in the feel of Buffy enjoying her research, and more than excited to start the long weekend without interruption of any sort. They had been dating for four months now, and there was much need of a vacation for both women. The cold February sun was beginning to set, and Willow knew there was no other place she'd rather be than where she was at that moment. Never telling her girlfriend where exactly they were going, she made her pack comfortable, warm clothes, and funny things like her writing journal, flashlights, candles, and extra socks. Luckily, the blonde didn't ask, and Will had already packed all the other necessities in the back before picking her up after work.
"Faith's new songs were finished today in the studio, and the album finally has a release date." Buffy smiled at her girlfriend.
"That's great. Have you told her yet?"
"Well, she hasn't really talked to me as much lately but I mentioned it at dinner last night. She seemed happy about it."
"Yeah, well...that's how Faith is. Maybe she's been veering off a little because she's finally starting to feel the pressure? It has been a tough few weeks for her for some reason. She's barely said anything to me in over a month." Willow nodded, knowing that it was true, and was dying to tell her girlfriend the real reasons but she had promised Faith that she wouldn't, and it was killing her keeping the secret. She decided that she'd tell Buffy if Faith became even mopier, or if she suddenly started dating. She'd gone out once to have drinks with Kennedy but nothing had happened, even if Willow had encouraged the dark brunette that the younger woman was pleasant. So far, there was no reason to tell her girlfriend but she still hated keeping secrets.
Willow turned right onto a dirt road, and drove a few miles into the wooded area. Buffy arched an eyebrow, thinking that her lover had lost her mind. When the redhead just smiled at her, she shook her head in amusement, and just went with the flow. She had already decided that she would follow her almost anywhere. Figuring that a wooded area wasn't a major threat, she relaxed again. A small wooden cottage came into view, and the lake behind it seemed to glimmer in the darkening sky. Willow parked the car, and exited without saying anything to the blonde. After arching another eyebrow, Buffy just followed, and helped pull the bags out of the car. She noticed that there were grocery bags in the back, and rolled her eyes amusedly at how sneaky her girlfriend had been the entire time. Willow just smiled at her, causing her to smile, and they entered the cozy place quietly.
After settling the bags in their appropriate places, Willow came back to find Buffy looking at the pictures that adorned the mantle over the fireplace. Coming to wrap her arms around her lover's waist, she noticed that Buffy was currently looking at a picture of her and Xander by the lake when they were children. She remembered the several times that her father would bring her, and sometimes Xander, up to the cottage just for a weekend getaway from the hustle and bustle of Sunnydale town life. It usually meant that he was feeling guilty for he and her mom's constant absence in her life but she never minded. The last time they stayed here as father and daughter, had been the summer before he died. Missing the simple pleasures of the quiet environment, she wanted to share this with Buffy, and had decided that this was the perfect plan for their small vacation.
"Nice outfit, Wills."
"My mom picked it out."
"From where, the Sears catalog?"
"Buffy...I was ten. Give me a little bit of a break here. You telling me that your mom never picked out your clothes for you when you were younger?"
"Sure but at least they weren't this bland."
"Hey! They got the job done."
"Mmhmm." Buffy placed the frame back on the mantle, and held Willow tighter to her body, wrapping her arms around the ones holding her waist. "Was this your family's?"
"Yes. My dad bought it when I was a kid, so we'd have someplace to go for vacation, since he could barely get away, and mom was always away. We wouldn't stay for long, and he usually brought me to make up for being the absentee father but only good times have been had here, and I plan on adding to that this weekend."
"Are you saying that you plan on seducing me?"
"Thought I already had." Willow kissed Buffy's neck, and moved them over to the couch, where they cuddled under a blanket. "Do you not like the woods? We can go back if..."
"This is perfect, Willow. Thank you." They smiled warmly at each other, and Willow pulled her in for a soft kiss. "Now, I'm sure that the memories that you plan on making here with me aren't exactly the same but I think I can deal with the differences."
"You can, huh? Well, we'll just see about that, Buffy Summers."
"Are you challenging me, Willow Rosenberg, because if so, bring it on."
"Sure...if you think you can keep up with me."
"Oh, it is so on..." They exchanged a few quick kisses before settling back into each other again. "It's so quiet out here, Wills. You sure you can handle it without all those gadgets of yours?"
"I've managed before. Besides, I have the only gadget that I want here with me."
"You have a computer here?"
"No, silly."
"Your cell? I know you probably brought your cell."
"No reception. It's just me and you."
"How am I a gadget all of a sudden?"
"You're my Buffybot."
"Oh, so I'm a robot now. What, do I just wait on you hand in foot, call you master, and come at your beck and call?"
"Among other things..." Buffy's eyes widened in amusement, and she playfully slapped Willow's forearm.
"Will! I'm your sexbot?"
"Well, you've never complained before."
"I would've thought that you thought of me more than that."
"Well, I don't mind the other stuff, I suppose." Her smirk caught Buffy's mock pout in a gentle kiss that slowly became firmer.
"What do we do here all weekend, and don't tell me you plan on reprogramming me for only outdoor nookie. I'm not that easy." Willow smiled at Buffy's teasing, and pulled her up off the couch.
"I guess we can start with me showing you the cabin. That would be good."
"Yeah...wouldn't want me to damage a wire, and start running into things." They laughed, and Willow showed her the open kitchen area that connected to the living room. Then, she showed her the small bathroom, and moved onto the bedroom with a bunk bed, and a small desk, adorned with pencils, paper, and books. "Is this where we're staying? Because if it is, I'm on top."
"You always want to be on top."
"So...I like to trap you beneath me. Guess it's in my programming."
"Well, we'll see about that but no...this is where Xander and I would sleep. We'll actually be staying in the larger room, the one with the big bed."
"So, I don't get to be on top?"
"We'll see." Buffy followed Willow, and her seductive look, across the hallway, and into a larger bedroom. The decorations in the entire cabin had that truly rustic feeling, and this room was no different. The double bed was made of carved oak, and Buffy wondered where the authenticity of the glossed over posts were made. There was a dream catcher in each window, and a dresser that looked hand-carved as well. "This is our humble abode for the weekend."
"It's nice. Cozy. You living in something so small...sure you can deal with that, too?"
"Haha. It's not about size; it's about the company. Besides, I've explained the hugeness of my apartment several times. It's for keeping costs down."
"That why Faith lives there, too?"
"Jealous?"
"And if I was?"
"Then, I might just have to prove to you there's nothing to worry about..."
"How do you plan on doing that exactly?"
"I'm sure I can think of something." Willow wrapped Buffy in a loose embrace, and kissed her sensuously, as she pulled her towards the feather bed. She made no halt to pull Buffy down atop her, as they lay their upper bodies across the bed, in heated kisses and groping.
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Willow started dinner, while Buffy was finally getting some beef to the fire that she prepared in the fireplace. When she finished the simple meal, she brought the two plates over to the blanket that Buffy had set up in front of the stone hearth. The redhead laid the plates down on the blanket next to the blonde, and went back to retrieve two glasses, and a bottle of Shiraz that she had bought for this occasion. After finishing their food, they pushed the plates onto the stump of a coffee table, and finished off the bottle of red wine. A little tipsy but still coherent enough to think, their slightly slurred speech and thoughts were mumbled through breaks of sensuous kisses, and warm cuddling in front of the fire. With no lights on, other than the light emanating from the blaze, Buffy mentioned several times that it was the most romantic thing she'd ever experienced, while Willow explained that the weekend had only started. After making slow, passionate love, the two lovers curled into one another's naked form to gain extra warmth.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"Okay, Rod Stewart...and yes...about ten minutes ago."
"Wills..."
"Yeah?"
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Keep on surprising me. Keep on amazing me. Keep on making me love you more and more each day, even though I don't think it's even possible."
"Oh...well." Buffy leaned up to kiss Willow's left cheek, relishing in the feel of the crimson face's added heat. "I just do, I guess."
"Yeah...I guess you do." After running gentle fingers over her taut stomach for a few minutes, Buffy raised her head from Willow's chest again to gaze at her face. "Why is it colder out here than it is in town?"
"The breeze coming from the lake. It's not much but there isn't a heater in the cabin, or air conditioning, which is why dad always brought us right after the cold season, and right before it became too hot."
"Smart man but you'd think he'd have some form of heating and air."
"My grandfather told him it took away from the cabin experience. This gives it more of a natural feel...plus, it saves on bills." Buffy giggled, and buried her face into Willow's collarbone a moment before returning to gaze into vibrant, green eyes. "You would have liked my dad." Buffy stretched up to kiss Willow's sad expression away.
"I know I would have. He made you, and that's enough for me to like him." Willow smiled warmly at her lover. "You would have liked my mom, too."
"From the stories you tell me, she sounds like an amazing woman. Especially since she put up with raising you and Dawn." Buffy gently tapped her stomach in mock anger. "She still lives in you, though...in Dawn, too...and that's something truly amazing." She kissed Buffy's temple, and moved the hand she had drawing lazy circles on her back, up to stroke blonde locks.
"Why don't you ever talk about Tara?" Willow tensed at the mention of her deceased lover but relaxed when she realized she was with Buffy, safe and loved.
"Well...it's not that I don't want to...it's just...we were kinda private. My parents barely even met her."
"You don't have to tell me. I was just wondering. She was a big part of your life, and you hardly talk about her at all. I mean, I know all about you and Fred but only tidbits about you and Tara."
"What's there to tell? We loved each other; she was my other half. She was the most gentle, kind, and caring person that I've ever met. Like I told you, we met in college, at a campus club meeting, and she and I became study buddies until one night our friendship changed into something more. I was still heartbroken over Fred but she brought me back to myself, and even helped me figure out who I was in the process. As you know, I cheated on her when Fred came back that summer, and she caught us. She didn't show her anger, even though I could feel her pain, and she just told me to be with the one that I loved. All she wanted for me was to be happy, no matter how much pain it would cause her. She was so selfless, and always put others before herself. If this is any indication, she was about the only person that could stand being around Anya for more than ten minutes without visibly showing signs that they wanted to smack her."
"She sounds amazing. No wonder you loved her."
"She was, and I did. I guess I never talk about it because I don't want you to think that I loved her more than you."
"I would never want to take her memory away from you."
"I know you wouldn't. That's not it...I guess I just don't want you to think that I'm comparing because I'm not. What Tara and I had is completely different from what you and I have."
"Willow, I love you. Nothing is going to change that, and Tara was a huge part of your life. For that, she is a beautiful person, and from putting up with you for five years, I'd say quite the woman herself."
"Hey!"
"You started it." Both girls giggled, and sighed in to the warmth of another gentle kiss. "This is the best vacation ever."
"It's not even been seven hours. We still have two days left."
"Yeah but it's still the best ever." Buffy kissed Willow again before she moved up to deepen the kiss, moving her hands sensuously along the redhead's side until she cupped a small breast in her palm.
"You're not tired?"
"Nope." With that, Buffy leaned down to kiss Willow passionately again, each moaning into the other's mouth. "It's my turn to be on top, remember?" Willow didn't have a chance to reply because Buffy crushed their lips together again in another soul-searing kiss that promised at least another few hours of love-making in front of the slow burning fire.
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Waking up snuggled into a warm body, in an unfamiliar, yet strangely comfortable bed, Buffy yawned slightly before slowly opening her eyes. Looking lazily up, she saw a canary-eating grin on the redhead's face, and she buried her head into her girlfriend's collarbone to suppress the giggle. Kissing her there, she snuggled her naked form tighter into Willow's. Noticing that they both were cold, since it wasn't arousal that was eliciting the saluting nipples, she pulled the slightly cold comforter further up on their bodies, causing Willow to stir slightly to the new adjustment.
After the sun was almost completely raised in the early morning, Buffy decided to make her lover breakfast in bed, something that neither had ever done for the other but had talked about several times during their early morning cuddles. Tucking the now warm comforter around Willow, she kissed her forehead before finding a pair of sweatpants, and an old Hemery sweatshirt, placing them on, going to use the restroom quickly, and moving into the kitchen to make the few breakfast items that she could. When the toast was buttered, and the scrambled eggs were fluffy, she put them on plates, poured two orange juices, and found a baking sheet that she used as a makeshift tray. Making her way back to the bedroom, she found Willow lying on her side now, closer to where her body had previously been, and she laid the tray down on the empty dresser. Laying on top of the comforter, she moved Willow's freezing hands into her own, warming them up with tiny kisses, and from the warmth of her own hands that had previously been over a stove. Placing butterfly kisses all over her face, she finally felt Willow begin to stir into wakefulness.
With a groan, and a lazy shift, Willow finally opened her eyes with a frown. When she saw that Buffy was smiling at her lovingly, she smiled lazily, trying to will her eyes to stay open. Her girlfriend gave her a gentle waking kiss, and she followed her to keep the contact a little longer than originally intended. Buffy smiled again, and she began to whisper.
"Morning."
"Mmm...morning. Why aren't you still naked?"
"You mean, why aren't I in bed?"
"No, I mean, why aren't you still naked...and in bed...with me...who is still naked."
"Ah...the one track mind that is my girlfriend."
"Hey...I'm not expected to be a genius before I have my first cup of coffee in the morning. Besides, can you blame me for wanting you to be naked?"
"Okay...I'll give you the coffee excuse."
"Good...now get naked, and come back to bed!" Buffy just shook her head in amusement at Willow's playful grin, and kissed it away.
"Okay...I'll get back in bed but the naked'll have to wait."
"Awww, Buffy...please?" Buffy sat up, and again kissed the playful grin that seemed to be permanently lodged on the redhead's face. "I'll make you breakfast."
"Too late."
"You already ate?"
"Nope...I made you breakfast. I beat you to the punch."
"You made me breakfast in bed? Aww...Buffy." The adoration that was on Willow's face only heightened when Buffy brought the makeshift tray over, displaying the buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and tiny glasses of juice.
"I didn't have much to work with, and you should be thankful. You've seen me cook."
"This is great, Buffy. And you're not a terrible cook. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that. I don't expect you to be Emeril. Just Buffy." She sat up, and pulled the sheets with her, leaning against the cold, wooden headboard. When the cold hit her back, she moved forward on impulse, and shivered, causing goose bumps to rise all along her body. Buffy laid the tray on the bed beside her, and pulled out one of her old UCLA sweatshirts, tossing it towards the redhead, who grumbled while pulling it over her head. "I guess this means no more naked."
"Nope but I will get back in bed with you."
"Yay! And then, we can cuddle, and you can feed me toast and eggs."
"Hey! I don't remember signing on for all this."
"You sure did."
"When did this happen?"
"When you kissed me for the first time. It was a contract that can't be breached."
"Oh, yeah?" Buffy arched an eyebrow, and Willow just kept her playful smile, while the blonde crawled under the covers, cuddling next to Willow. "The next thing I know, you're going to tell me that I have to give you a bath."
"Hmm...not a bad idea."
"Oh, no. I'm giving you ideas."
"I didn't say that your ideas were bad. Actually, they may prove to be beneficial for both parties involved. Plus, I can get you naked again, only with bubbles."
"You brought bubble bath?"
"I always come prepared." Buffy kissed her smirking girlfriend, and they giggled throughout the entire meal. After Willow pulled some sweatpants, and socks on, they moved into the kitchen to clean up the dishes. When they finished, they curled up together underneath a huge wool blanket, and went in and out of conversation for a few hours, just content to be relaxed, and resting.
"Told you...best vacation ever."
"We still have time for it to get apocalyptic."
"Then, I'll just have to eliminate the danger extra quick, so I can have more Willow snuggles."
"I can live with that."
"Good...because there's not an option. If I'm your sexbot, then you're my snugglebot."
"Somehow, that doesn't seem fair. Don't I get a snugglebot?"
"You already have a sexbot."
"But can't I have both?"
"Selfish much?"
"Only when it comes to you." She smiled, and kissed Buffy's neck. They just snuggled together quietly for another few minutes before Buffy spoke again.
"Willow, how is Anya doing with the pregnancy?"
"Oh, she seems to be taking it well, I suppose. She's excited that she's made a baby with Xander. Her mood swings are phenomenal according to Xander, who is spending every free minute he has with her. He's being overprotective guy. It's so cute."
"He's a good man."
"He really is."
"I can't believe that it's only five more months. It seems like yesterday that we started dating, and Xander came into the office out of his mind."
"He always comes into my office out of his mind."
"That's true...from what I've seen. It just seems like this has all been a dream...like I'm going to wake up, and have none of this be real. Ouch!" Buffy's head shot up at the smirking Willow. "You pinched me."
"You know it's not a dream now."
"True...but you could've used less pressure."
"Aww...did you get a booboo? You want me to kiss it better?"
"Yes, or I don't think it will heal right."
"What about that supernatural healing? No matter how many hickeys I give you, I just can't keep you marked. It's frustrating sometimes."
"It's good sometimes with as many as you give me. I don't own many turtlenecks that I can wear to work without somebody noticing."
"Still...I'd like to keep you marked."
"You've already marked me for good. That guy from editing that kept asking me out is scared to come near me now because he swore that your eyes turned black when he came near me. On a plus note, my work is edited first now."
"That's what he gets for messing with my girl."
"I'm a real girl now? I thought I was just a sexbot."
"I decided I like the real thing better."
"Good...because I like the real thing better, too."
"No more snugglebot?"
"As much as it pains me to part ways with it, no more snugglebot."
"Good."
"Great."
"Super great."
"Super duper great."
"Extra super duper great."
"Infiniti extra super duper great."
"Can't top that."
"Nope."
"Guess I'll just have to kiss you then."
"Okay, that tops it."
"Yay me!" Willow kissed her sensuously, deepening the kiss until they were gasping for breath. After their breathing returned to normal, they just held onto each other again. "I hope it warms up soon. I want to take you out in the rowboat. Show you the lake."
"That sounds like fun."
"It is...plus, it's secluded...so nobody will see if I somehow manage to get you naked again."
"You've planned this trip down to the last article of clothing, haven't you?"
"Maybe...but there is always room to ad lib." Both girls giggled, and before too long, fell asleep in the late morning's lazy comfort.