Making Things Perfect
by Rin
Taking Back Life
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A/N: Here you go!! Fun times!! I really like writing this story, so I'm glad that you guys enjoy reading it. If there's anything you might want to see, just put it in feedback, I'll see if I can work it into the storyline I already have outlined. If not, too bad!!! Muahahaha!
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The conversation with Robin was simple, yet somehow complex. She was still reeling with the fact that Lilah had used her, abused her in ways that she couldn't imagine. It wasn't consensual, and after she had the fear of losing Willow subsided, Buffy could focus solely on what had happened to cause that fear in the first place. Plain and simple: Lilah, in no uncertain terms, had raped her, used her body and mind without permission. The aftermath had her freaked out, and especially if she had actually cheated on Willow but once the redhead made her realize that she wasn't in control, that in fact it wasn't consensual since she had been drugged, her anger started towards her brunette manager full force.
After hanging up with Robin, she called Willow immediately, and found out that her lover was waiting for her flight at the airport. The conversation with her publisher had lasted longer than she imagined, and they discussed getting her a new manager pronto after she went to the police with her complaint. However, Willow, happy that Buffy now understood that it wasn't her fault, was reeling with red-hot anger towards the brunette that had taken advantage of her lover. After several minutes of calming her down, the redhead's flight was boarding, and Buffy was happy that she'd be there with her again. She really needed to feel the warmth of Will's arms around her, especially after such a horrible experience.
Hanging up with her girlfriend once she was on the plane, Buffy left the hotel again, intent on heading the New York Police Department. The taxi had dropped her off at their headquarters, and she found herself in the expansive building, waiting to speak to an officer. When the desk officer called her back, she was ushered to a room with another officer, and started to recap the details of the previous few days. The officer ordered a drug test, to check if the drugs were still in her system, as a precaution, and listened to her distressed story with seeming interest. If he wasn't, then he had her fooled completely. When the drug test came back with only a minor trace of a toxic inhibitor in her blood, which the officer explained slowed the brain's function to where it only worked on sensory nerves, while the mind took a short vacation, he explained that the amount of drugs that must've been in her system should have killed her, and that she was lucky to only have been unconscious for a few days. Confirming with the bookstore that Lilah had rescheduled twice, giving no reason other than health, another officer came into the room with a file on the brunette, which consisted of two complaints from other states regarding the same incidence but that evidence couldn't charge her, and the cases were dismissed without further review.
When a charge was filed, Buffy started to feel a little better but it had still happened, and she was still living with the aftermath of that. When the officer said that she should have died, the only thing she could think about was Willow. Her mind was solely focused on the pain that would've cause her lover, and Buffy's resolve deepened, intent on making sure her manager got what she deserved, and that was to be exposed as the rapist she is. The officer calmly explained that rape is a serious offense, and that she was brave to come to them, especially when she did, because if the drugs weren't still in her system, the evidence to convict her would be lacking, and there would probably be no charge. The blonde thanked the officer before leaving, and she thanked the powers that be that if it had to happen, that it happened in New York because Sunnydale's cops would have just thrown it away immediately.
Making her way back to the hotel room, she noticed that there was a cop car, and it didn't take long for a cuffed Lilah to walk by with two officers in the lobby. Apparently, Buffy's warning that they were leaving town the next day was taken, and the NYPD had moved into action immediately. The thing that the blonde didn't know was that Lilah was wanted under other circumstances, as well, and that detectives had been trying to find her for over a year. The brunette was good at covering her tracks but now, thanks to the blonde, another criminal was being hauled away to the justice system, and with one less person to worry about, the world was a safer place.
When she opened the door, she saw that it was late, and that Willow's flight would be there in an hour. Knowing that the redhead would take a taxi there, she called down to the desk, and gave instructions again for the key approval. Regarding the lights of the city from her window, she just sat on the bed in the dark, hugging her knees in thought.
Willow walked in two hours later, and found Buffy crawled into a fetal position on the bed. Seeing that her body was tense but her chest was slowly moving, she figured that the blonde was sleeping, so she moved quietly into the room. Putting down her bag by the dresser, she turned off the lamp that had been replaced. Noticing that it was already 9 pm, she went to the bathroom to fix that little bladder problem she'd been holding since she left the airport. She didn't want to stop, just wanted to get to the hotel, and hadn't used the bathroom yet. Walking in, she turned the light on, and shut the door quietly, not wanting to wake her lover. After relieving her bladder, she took out her needed items from the toiletry bag she brought into the bathroom with her. Once she was ready for bed, she flicked off the light before opening the door, and started stripping her clothes off when she noticed that her sleeping lover hadn't moved.
Deciding to just crawl in to bed with her tank top, and panties, she took Buffy's shoes and socks off before she positioned her body around so that she could pull her pants from her hips, discarding them in a neatly folded pile beside her own on the chair. Taking off the blonde's jewelry, Buffy shifted a little in her restless sleep, and that gave Willow the chance to unbutton her blouse, and pull it from her shoulders, picking up her body gently to place the shirt with the other clothes. Finally, her lover was down to her own underwear and tank top, and Willow pulled her body gently up to pull the covers down, and getting into the bed, she pulled the covers over their bodies. Once they were settled under the blankets, she kissed Buffy's temples, spooning her from behind, and this caused the blonde to relax, as though she knew even in sleep that she was safe in her arms.
When Willow buried her head into the crux of Buffy's neck, she felt the blonde stir in her arms. Yawning, she kissed the nape of her neck, and she felt her lover moan in approval, and that's when she recognized that Buffy was awake. They hadn't even been snuggled together for ten minutes, and already she had woken. Part of Willow didn't mind because she would get to talk to her girlfriend but the other part wanted her to get some rest, knowing that she probably had a long day while she was on the plane. When she'd called from her flight, Buffy's phone had been off, and this would be the first time in over ten hours she'd get to talk to her.
"Hey..." Buffy stirred a little, moving her body to let Willow know she was awake, and also pushing their bodies further together.
"Hey..." Willow kissed her neck again, and started playing with the blonde locks.
"When did you get here?" Buffy took a deep breath to clear her head from her tiredness. It had been a trying day, and now Willow was with her, so everything was perfect.
"About an hour ago. I didn't want to wake you."
"Obviously..." Buffy wrapped her arm around the one Willow had around her abdomen, and started running her hand softly against the soft skin there. Feeling the goose bumps and soft hairs from the redhead's arm stand on end, she finally let herself relax completely with her lover. 'Will...if I could only find the words...'
"When did you fall asleep?" Willow just continued playing with the blonde's hair, gently sifting the locks through her thin fingers.
"I'm not sure. I was just waiting for you; I guess I just dozed..." Buffy turned her head to take a look at Willow for the first time since all this fiasco started, and the honest love and genuine devotion that she saw in her eyes made her eyes start to well up with tears. 'Oh Willow...my Will...' "I love you so much."
"I love you, too." Willow let her fingers drift one last time through the silky strands before gently wiping her lover's quiet tears with the back of her hand. Not once had Buffy stopped her caresses on her arm, and the redhead could already feel that sexual frustration and tension coming from them in waves. They needed this, so she leaned in, softly hugging their lips together in a long overdue embrace, keeping hold of her, and only parting her mouth partially, and moving her mouth slowly. It wasn't about passion at that moment; it wasn't about pure lust and need. It was about love, and the tenderness that is sometimes needed to go about daily life, and when Buffy turned more towards Willow, it wasn't long until the two fell into a familiar pattern of quiet, slow, gentle lovemaking that eased each other's minds, and reassured the other that everything would be okay.
When both girls had released all the anger and frustration from their bodies, Willow hovered gently on top of Buffy, arms positioned like the Sphinx on both side of her head to hold her weight. They just stared at each other as their breathing started to return to normal, and their sweat-formed bodies stuck together in a sticky mess. Green eyes looked down into hazel, and it was as though the two were having a private conversation that even the walls couldn't hear. The just lie there, bodies pressed together, hearts in synch, breathing slowly calming, just gazing directly. It was one of those completely open moments, where their souls were bared to the other, and Buffy finally found the use of her limbs return, so she tucked Willow's stringing down, auburn locks behind her ears, holding her hands gently there, rubbing soft circles behind her ears to help calm her.
"I love you..." Buffy's voice was barely a whisper but they were so close to the other that Willow could hear, even if words weren't needed at the moment. She would've heard her no matter if she had said it aloud or not. They just kept staring at each other, and Buffy kept caressing her until Willow finally gained use of her body again.
"I love you..." With a deep breath, she leaned her head the few inches, and embraced their lips softly again. When the loving embrace ended, she kept her face there, her lips brushed against Buffy's as she moved her own hands to caress the blonde's head gently. "Soo much..."
"Oh, Will..." She moved her arms completely around Willow's shoulders, pulling her down completely on her body, causing Willow to bury her face in her neck, kissing it quietly, barely brushing the skin. "I'm so glad you're here..."
"Me, too..." Even though her voice was mumbled, the vibrations from her voice against her neck caused Buffy to shiver again, only not from anticipation, more from pure love, and knowing that it was over finally. Willow just stayed there, letting Buffy guide her to what she needed from her at the moment. When the blonde finally released her tight grip on the redhead's body, they shifted to more comfortable positions, bodies still pressed together but relaxed completely. "How are you? Did the police say anything?"
"Yeah, turns out that it's happened before with her, only in different places. There was never enough evidence to charge her until now. When I got back to the hotel, I saw her being escorted out by the police with her bags and all." Willow shifted her legs around a little, wrapping them with the blonde's. Buffy just sighed, and smiled, rubbing her top leg that was trapped between her lovers', causing friction between her still throbbing center. "I need to call Robin again in the morning. I'm supposed to fly to Boston tomorrow. I guess that means there's an extra seat beside mine that'll go empty..." Will could hear the hopeful smile in the blonde's voice, and kissed the top of her shoulder, hugging her even tighter against her body from behind her.
"Don't worry...I'm with you until Monday. Whither thou goest, I will go..."
"What did I do to deserve you?" Buffy again wrapped her own arm around Willow's, rubbing gently with her hand.
"Well...there is that thing you do with your back...you have that going for you..." Buffy could feel Willow smile into her neck. "Then, there's that highly known fact that I happen to love you...that helps your cause..."
"There's that..." Willow sucked softly at Buffy's pulse point, and felt the vibration from the moan more than heard it.
"I happen to have it on authority that there's a little ceremony in March that agrees with me..." She moved her slow, wet kisses from her neck to her shoulder.
"That reminds me...I found the perfect dresses on Fifth Avenue the other day...I thought that maybe before the flight, we could go take a look..."
"Of course...what time is the flight?" She kissed her way back up the blonde's neck, and started nipping behind her ear slowly.
"Two...we'll be in Boston by the evening. We can get some of that famous Boston Crème Pie that Faith's always going on about..."
"Sounds good." Buffy yawned, and that caused Willow to mirror the action.
"What time is it?" Willow turned her head to glance at the clock. After focusing on the red digits, she saw that it was 2 in the morning already.
"2...we should get some sleep..." She moved her head back around to bury into Buffy's neck again, resuming her gentle, comforting kisses.
"Don't wanna..." Willow smiled against Buffy's shoulder, hearing the sleepy whine.
"Too bad...I'm cutting you off..." She moved her head back to lay it on the pillow beside the pool of blonde locks, moving them so that she wouldn't be smothered in her sleep.
"No..." Her whines were getting softer, and her arm rubbing had finally stopped. "More Willow kisses..."
"In the morning, I promise..." Willow kissed her one last time on the nape of her neck before feeling Buffy stop protesting, and her breathing starting to calmly labor. Smiling herself, she relaxed with her girlfriend in her arms, glad to be exactly where she was, and knowing that if she died in that moment, she would die more than happy.
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Walking into the shop on Fifth Avenue, Buffy pulled Willow quickly behind her. She brought her over to the place where the mannequin had a simple, mid-thigh length, white dress. Pulling their joined hands, she had the redhead feel how soft and gentle the material was, making it perfect for a beach wedding. It would add that extra wind blowing affect if there was a breeze next to the ocean that day. When she explained that, the only thing her lover could do was brightly smile at her enthusiasm. It was true, the dress would work perfectly, and if Buffy wanted that, then that's what they would have.
Finding an associate, Willow had the woman get two of the dresses in their sizes. When she came back out, she handed them the expensive silk garments, leading them to two separate dressing rooms. Buffy explained that they'd only need one, since they could help the other, and analyze the outfits. The associate agreed after raising her eyebrow at them. Walking away, she left them to it.
Once they were stripped, they helped each other into their dresses, and turned to face one another with appreciative grins. White wasn't Willow's best color but it still made her look beautiful nonetheless. 'Wow...she's so gorgeous...' Buffy turned Willow around, and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, letting them get a glance of themselves together in the mirror.
"You look beyond beautiful, Will...almost angelic..." Willow wrapped her arms around Buffy's, and leaned back into the embrace. "Do you think this defeats the purpose of the not seeing the bride in her dress before the ceremony?"
"Well...since we're both the brides, I suppose that tradition crosses itself out completely..." Buffy just rocked their bodies from side to side in a slow dance of sorts.
"I can't wait until I see you in this again..."
"Me, too...can't wait to see you, that is..." Willow tilted her head back a little, and Buffy leaned forward to capture their lips together clumsily. Breaking apart, they both tilted their heads to the side, admiring the other in the mirror. "We should get these off, and pay for them."
"I know they're not the traditional wedding dress but when I saw them, it's the first thing that came to mind...how beautiful you'd be wearing this on the beach..." Buffy unzipped the hidden zipper on Willow's dress, and Willow turned around to do the same thing for her.
"Well...you don't look too shabby yourself, and it's not exactly like it's the most traditional wedding anyways. I'm more concerned about the marriage than the ceremony itself. It could be a complete disaster but as long as you're there, then it's more than perfect." They inched their ways out of the dresses carefully, and placed them back on the hangers.
"Aww...I think you're taking lessons in sappiness..." She leaned forward to kiss Willow before pulling her jeans up her legs.
"Well, I learned from the best..." Willow pulled her shirt on once she had the clasp of her bra fixed. Once she had her jeans buttoned, she moved over to Buffy, and cupped her breasts from behind, startling the blonde.
"Will!! What are you doing?!" Her frustrated whisper let the redhead know she had provoked her but that she was also excited, and didn't want to get caught.
"Hmm...I'm just checking for something..." Rolling her palms around the blonde's firm breasts, Willow waited until she felt her nipples harden. "Found it!"
"Will..." Buffy's voice was oozing with sexual undertones, and the huskiness behind the one word sent shivers down Willow's body. That's all she needed to continue in the small room. She moved one leg between Buffy's, spreading them further apart with no protest. Kissing, sucking, and nipping all along her neck and collarbone, she could hear the blonde trying to stifle her moans quietly as she started to press her thigh into her jean clad center, causing friction. "Mmm...Will...."
"Buffy...I need you to plant your feet firmly, and hold yourself up against the mirror with your hands. Can you do that for me?" The blonde nodded, biting her bottom lip at the friction Willow's rocking was causing, and the heightened arousal at the risk of being caught. This is something that in an entire year, they hadn't done. Buffy knew about Willow's seemingly endless sexcapades with Fred, and even Kennedy to some degree, but she would always get frightened before things would go too far in public places. Now, she didn't care...she knew that the risk of being caught made Willow crazy, and she could never give that to her. Here, in this heated moment, all inhibitions were thrown out, and she was going to let Willow have her in a way that hadn't yet. It was long overdue, and now seemed like a better time than any. 'At least we'll never forget how we got our wedding dresses...'
"Buffy?" Shaking her head from her thoughts, she moved forward a little towards the mirror, planting her palms over the picture of them, leaving room so that she could watch Willow's expressions. When she was comfortable and set, Willow moved her thigh a little harder and further into her center, making it harder to suppress her moan but keeping her lower lip between her teeth for control. She watched in the mirror, as one of the redhead's hands continued playing with her breast, while the other was drawing slow, seductive circles down her bare stomach. Willow pressed her own heated body against Buffy's as she unbuttoned the jeans, and torturously moved her hand underneath her panties. When she felt more than heard the blonde gasp from the first touch, she again went to teasing her, wanting to make her suffer and beg for it more. She loved having this control over her lover, and she realized that it was the first time they were having sex in a public place. Buffy was giving herself completely to her, and that made her even more determined to please the blonde.
"Will..." Buffy wiggled her legs further apart, as she tried pressing further into Willow's warm, teasing hand. It wasn't long before she turned her eyes up to look from her panting motions to lock gazes with Willow in the mirror, who was watching her face intently, studying the emotions that played across her face as she was brought closer and closer to orgasm. Buffy started rocking in rhythm to her lover's playful fingers, her entire body filling with an explosion that threatened to drop any moment. As their bodies rocked together, she dropped her gaze as the pleasure racked through every muscle, nerve, and bone in her body.
"Buffy, look up...I want to watch you..." Immediately, she looked up into the passion-filled eyes of Willow's, and a few moments later, she exploded in ways that she'd never done before, dropping to the floor on weak legs, as Will held her steady on the way down, her hand drawing out the pleasure, and the shudders making it one of the best orgasms she'd ever had. 'If I'd known this was...man...we would've been doing this a long time ago...I've been missing out...no wonder Willow likes this...' Once her breathing returned, she turned and kissed Willow hard against the lips, as the redhead removed her wet, sticky hand from her panties, using her willpower to keep from caressing Buffy's face.
Tasting the faint metallic remnants of blood, she realized that her lover bit her lip too hard. Moving breathlessly from the kiss, she pulled a tissue from her purse with her dry hand, wiping the slight traces of blood from Buffy's face, and then cleaning her hand. After washing it with sanitizer, she helped the blonde stand, and finish getting dressed, their bodies still humming from the activities.
After paying for their dresses, they headed towards the hotel, grabbed their bags, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the airport. By evening, they would be in Boston, and the blonde wouldn't be due to work until the next day. They could celebrate their anniversary finally, and so far, the celebration had started off great.
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When they entered their hotel room, they were both exhausted. The plane was delayed due to inclement weather, and they had arrived later than usual. Finding an all night pizzeria, they made their way in for some dinner. It wasn't the most romantic celebration in the world but they didn't seem to mind as they played footsie under the table, and shared a pitcher of beer. Willow had said that if they couldn't have champagne, then they would just have to make due what was available. The spontaneity of it all was made it special. After finishing their dinner, they moved along hand in hand, body to body, walking down the street a little until they reached an ice cream parlor. Sharing a strawberry shake (Buffy's idea, since it was a single strawberry that introduced them in the first place), they sipped together from two straws in the cup, giggling at the clichéd vision they were producing. After finishing their shake, they just talked about everything and nothing on the walk back to the hotel.
In desperate need of a shower, Willow started taking her clothes off as soon as Buffy shut the door. The blonde arched an eyebrow at the immediate strip show but just watched the redhead in admiration. 'That body...' When Willow was down to her undergarments, she saw that Buffy had been watching her, and this caused her to smirk seductively, removing her bra in a teasing manner, throwing it at the flustered blonde. When Buffy pulled the bra from her shoulder, she turned her gaze back to her lover, who was turned around, playfully taking her time pulling herself from her underwear. Every nerve in the blonde's body was screaming to touch the redhead, and be touched by her in return, and it took her a moment to register that there was water running in the bathroom, and that Will was nowhere in sight anymore.
Snapping out of her daze, Buffy quickly tore her clothes off in a clumsy fashion, and just tossed them unceremoniously wherever they landed. Moving towards the bathroom once she was bare, she wasn't sure if her goose bumps were from the sudden cold, or from the anticipation of what she would find behind the unopened door. Pulling back the shower curtain, she noticed a very wet Willow standing there, tapping her foot slightly, her arms crossed in mock admonishment.
"What took you so long?" Buffy edged into the shower, and wrapped her dry arms around the redhead's dripping body.
"Well...that little strip tease kinda put me in a trance..." Willow turned them around carefully, placing Buffy under the pressured water, getting her as equally wet. Crashing their lips together simultaneously, their hands went about soaping up the other's body without breaking their lips apart. It was quite the adventure, and some patches of skin were cleaner than others, while the blonde mirrored their earlier dressing room fiasco for her lover, having their positions reversed, and exchanging a mirror for warm spraying water against their naked skin.
"Mmmm...Buffy..." When Willow yelped her release, Buffy turned with her in her arms, turning the water off, and pulling the curtain back. The steam from the shower had fogged the mirrors, and was rolling out into the main part of the room. Drying them both off, Buffy pulled their exhausted bodies to bed without worrying about clothes. Grabbing a comb, she combed her hair, and then worked out the kinks in Willow's, tossing the comb on the nightstand as she turned off the lights. Limbs tangled together under the covers, it didn't take long for either girl to fall into a restful sleep in the other's arms.
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Monday rolled around, and Willow had to return back to Sunnydale. After hours of crying, Buffy finally let her lover board her flight. She would see her in LA next Monday, and the extremely horrible month away would be over finally, and she'd be back at home with her family again. Waving with tears in her eyes, already missing the warmth of the redhead's embrace, she watched her flight take off from the window. Robin stood beside her, and urged her back to the hotel. After the whole Lilah thing, he had been given leave to take a break from publishing to help finish her tour management. She was going to miss Thanksgiving, her favorite holiday, but she did get to spend more time with Willow than first expected when she'd left for the tour.
All in all, it wasn't the worst month in the world but even with all the Willowy goodness, there was still the whole rape thing lingering over her head. She hadn't really thought about it since her lover had arrived but now that she was gone...now that she was gone it was hard to forget. Clutching tightly to her lover's tan jacket, she moved back to her hotel room in the cold breeze that was Cleveland. Yesterday, the book signing and interview had gone well but the city was awkward, reminding her of Sunnydale somewhat; she just couldn't place it exactly. Something about the big city's vibe mirrored that of her home.
Typing on her laptop that Willow had given her before leaving on the tour, she started working on the second book in the series, intent on finishing at least a rough chapter or two before returning to California. She had more ideas written down in her leather journal than ever before, mostly due to her muse: Willow, the one that gave her everything, and the one who was mostly responsible for the first book in the first place. Robin told her that a company had bought the rights to the movie version of the novel, and that it was currently being scripted. Excited that it was such a huge splash, Buffy wanted to get to work right away on the second installment in her series. It was like life to her. She could feel herself as the slayer, fighting all the vampires, and just trying to live her life with her friends, and her redheaded girlfriend. So far, she decided to make the vampire lose his soul, and wreak havoc on the small community, since he had been one of the most brutal vampires before getting his soul from a gypsy curse. She had the basic idea, and knew what she wanted to convey in the last moments but wasn't sure of all the in betweens.
After writing more than twenty pages of a chapter, her cell phone started to ring, and recognized that she'd been working practically nonstop for over six hours. Glad that she'd been able to escape from the reality into her fictional alternate reality without interruption, Buffy beamed when the display showed that it was Willow. Flipping the phone open, she pushed the disk into the drive, and saved her work.
"Hey, baby!"
"Hey, Buff! I just got off the plane, wanted to call, and see what you were doing. I miss you already." Buffy could hear the planes taking off around the small airport.
"I miss you, too! I've just been writing for a couple hours. I already have a chapter practically under my belt. I'm hoping to have a couple completely finished before I get home next week. How was your flight?" She moved her laptop, and shut it down, placing it on the nightstand, waiting for it to completely shut down.
"It was okay. No big delays, or anything. There was one scare somewhere over Nevada with turbulence. Other than that, I'm still in tact." Buffy smiled at Will's easy going demeanor, and sighed, wishing that she could be there with her, or that she didn't have to leave. It was going to be the longest week of her life.
"You're so cute." Buffy could practically hear the blush emanating from her lover, and closed her laptop, placing it back into the backpack that Willow gave her to use as a carryon bag on the plane.
"Buffy...I can't wait until Monday. I wish I didn't have to leave..."
"I know but you have to work, too, you know. You have a label to run, missy. As much as I thoroughly enjoy your company, and would rather you be with me, I know you need to be there. Poor Xander's probably about to shoot a load..." She thought about what she said when Willow didn't reply, and realized how that sounded. "Oh! Oh, um...well, that is...not shoot a load as in a sexual manner but more...more like in a stressful situation type of way. That's to say that he's about to go crazy with not having you there...because of the work." She could hear Willow giggling on the other end, and scrunched her eyebrows in confusion at what was so funny but smiling because her lover's laugh was contagious. "What's so funny, Wills?"
"You were babbling. I was wondering how long it would take before you caught it from me." Buffy understood, and giggled herself. There were many things that were contagious about her girlfriend, and she didn't mind catching anything from her.
"Well, there are a few things you've picked up of mine, too."
"Like what?"
"Well, you didn't used to use body wash, instead opting for gentle soaps. I have to say that your skin is much, much softer now. And, there's also the fact that you've started drinking decaf mochas and tea instead. You haven't drank anything with caffeine since you've moved in to the house." Buffy went into the bathroom, pulling out her toiletry bag.
"Well, you've started to organize your papers more."
"You don't clean obsessively everyday."
"You've learned how to cook." Buffy put the toothpaste on her brush, and turned on the sink to a low stream.
"You've learned how to do laundry correctly." She started brushing her teeth clean, waiting for the argument she knew was coming.
"Hey! I did it right before!" She finished brushing her teeth before commenting. Spitting out the minty paste, she rinsed her mouth.
"Will, you never separated delicates from your other clothes. You just threw them in with your colors and whites. Honestly, you never separated your darks and lights, either. You would throw them all together, too." She rinsed her toothbrush off before laying it down on the counter in its protective case.
"Well...nobody ever taught me how to do it properly." Buffy changed the tap over to a little warmer water, grabbed a washcloth, and foamed up her face wash in her hand before lathering it onto her face.
"Tara never taught you? I thought you said she was Miss Domestic?" When the other line was silent, she knew the redhead was thinking about her deceased lover, and she ached for the place the former blonde left in her Willow's heart when she died. It took the first few months to realize that there wasn't any comparison, and that the redhead was solely focused on her but from the stories of the gentle woman, she couldn't help feeling like she couldn't take her place. It wasn't until the first trip to the cabin that Willow had completely taken all of those fears away from her, making her understand that she was the only woman she wanted, even if there would be a small part of her heart reserved for her former lover because she had been a major part of her life, and Buffy understood that it wasn't a competition. She had Willow's undivided attention, and that's when the relationship deepened, and nothing held them back from the other anymore. When she had managed to get the redhead to talk about Tara with her that weekend, there was an unspoken understanding there, and she could practically feel her girlfriend let go of a part of her life that had her weighed down for years, and she was the reason for that release.
"No, no...she always did our laundry. I would just help her fold. I liked the spin cycle on the washer..." The sensual tone made Buffy's eyes widen in shock.
"Will!!" She rinsed the cleanser from her face, and put lotion on her skin before taking off her blouse, leaving her in a white tank top. She heard her girlfriend chuckle on the other side, and she longed to be by her side, feeling cold from the lack of warmth emanating from her soft body pressed against hers.
"You're not the only one that enjoys laundry day, you know..."
"Where are you now?" She pulled her dress pants off, and decided to sleep in her bikini underwear. They were her favorites. Willow had given them to her as a joke but the soft blue cotton underwear had been comfortable, and it made the redhead blush when she found them on her. On the front, there was the superman logo, and the back had supergirl printed on it. She had bought them for her the day after her book was released, and the blush was usually because Willow would remember the sexy way that she had modeled them the next night after doing laundry. She loved when the redhead blushed from her provocations; it meant that she could still make her squirm in a good way.
"I'm just walking in the door." It was confirmed when she heard Bubbles barking, and Willow talking like a baby to the cocker spaniel.
"You're so cute." She went around the room, and turned off all the lights.
"You said that already."
"Well, get used to it because you have a lifetime of hearing it everyday at least twice." She pulled the covers back, and crawled into bed, willing the redhead to magickally appear in the cold spot beside her. They continued talking as Willow unpacked, and got herself ready for bed. When both girls could hardly keep their eyes opened, they decided to call it a night, and cuddling under the covers by themselves on opposite ends of the country, they wrapped their bodies around the other pillow, wishing that it was the other.