Making Things Perfect
by Rin
Holiday Cheer
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"Oh!! Xander, do the Snoopy dance!!" Willow was waving her arms excitedly in the air, trying to convince her friend to keep their yearly tradition. Xander handed Jesse to Anya, and proceeded to do the goofy little dance trademarked by Charlie Brown's beagle. In the corner, the Summers' cocker spaniel just cocked her head, ears pressing forward in confusion as she watched the young man bounce up and down. Deciding that she much preferred just lying there, she gave up trying to figure him out, and laid her head back on her furry, than paws.
When Xander was finished amusing the gathered crowd, he bowed as they all clapped, and took a seat on the couch between Willow and Anya. Dawn and Buffy walked back into the living room, holding a tray filled with steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Faith just shrugged in her chair, and joined the others in taking a glass of chocolatey goodness. It was Christmas Eve, and their family had gathered for a little movie fest, chocked full of Christmasy treats. The only light in the room was from the medium-sized tree in the corner, and the glow gave the room a serene ambience, reminding some of the gang of Christmases past. They all would be there again in the morning, and Willow already had a feeling that her excited girlfriend would tear into the presents like a child. 'She's so cute when she opens things...' Christmas dinner, complete with a feast, presents piled unceremoniously high around the tree, and decorations would make for a pleasant holiday, one that everyone would enjoy.
Buffy came to sit down on the edge of the couch next to her girlfriend, and Willow immediately placed her free hand high on her jean-clad thigh, causing the blonde to gasp at the slight touch. Everyone around them kept watching the movie on the television, 'It's a Wonderful Life,' as the redhead moved her fingers in lazy circles, knowing that she was provoking the blonde. When she reached the point where her thigh connected to her center, she barely brushed there before moving back down, and smiled somewhat when she heard the barely audibly groan emitted. Willow looked around slightly, and realized that nobody had heard it, and were too preoccupied with the black and white classic on the screen. Smirking mischievously, she upped the ante by moving her hand to the inner part of her thigh instead of the top, and thought she heard Buffy purr, as her breathing became heavier. The two tried to act like nothing was happening, which was easier for the redhead, since she wasn't the one being teased, and were actually succeeding. 'Oh, you'll get yours Willow Rosenberg...you just wait until everybody leaves...' The blonde had an evil glint in her eye, and when her lover risked a smirking glance her way, she knew that it was going to be a long night, and suddenly the room's temperature felt like the Sahara sand. Behind their mutual blushes, they just kept gazing into the other's eyes, promising more to come (pun intended).
"Adam said he'd be here tomorrow morning." Both girls snapped out of their haze, and saw that Dawn was rolling her eyes at them, having been caught. Willow quickly removed her hand from Buffy's thigh, and hid behind her mug, finally taking the first sip from her now lukewarm chocolate beverage. "Don't you two ever take a break from it? It's been constant all week long..." The two girls blushed, and averted their gazes from the now interested gang, who had stopped watching the film to snicker at them, knowing all too well what Dawn meant.
"Well, Dawnster...if it's any consolation, at least they aren't going at it in the kitchen this time." Willow's eyes shot wide open, and Xander thought that they would fall literally out of their sockets from the comment.
"Actually, it was the living room floor, we were just trying to dress before you found us." Buffy's comment was nonchalant, staring off into space, remembering the impromptu pre-babysitting activities. Xander coughed, Anya smacked him in the arm while holding baby Jesse, Dawn just stood up from the floor with a look of trauma, and Faith just leaned back, arched an eyebrow, and enjoyed the festivities. Finally, Buffy realized what she'd revealed, and blushed as red as her gaping girlfriend. "Oh, I mean...that is that we...um...no, no sex. Sex is bad."
"Buffy, it's okay. We all realize that you and Willow have a natural tendency to give the other one orgasms, and that is okay." Anya just moved to lay the baby in the carrier, noticing that the movie was over, and the hour was upon them to get Jesse to bed. Xander just shook his head clear of naughty thoughts, and went to grab their jackets from the foyer. Faith followed them, and waved her goodbyes before heading from the house, and it wasn't long before the Harris family followed. Dawn just gathered the mugs from around the living room, placing them on a tray, and leaving the still shell-shocked lovers to fix the furniture.
"Willow...sorry about that...I kinda got in my memory zone..." Buffy pouted, giving her lover the puppy dog eyes that always worked on the redhead. However, her girlfriend wasn't budging, not even casting a glance her way; she just kept folding blankets, moving chairs, and replacing cushions in their proper places. The blonde stood there for a moment, worried that she was really mad, and then just watched Willow walk up the stairs without a word. Sighing, she really thought she had done something wrong. She went into the kitchen, and helped Dawn clean up, and couldn't shake the feeling that she had made the redhead angry.
"Buffy, what's wrong?" Dawn eyed her sister with concern, noticing that the blonde hadn't said a word for five minutes, and that her girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh, nothing, Dawn. I was just thinking. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." Buffy wiped her hands on the kitchen towel before turning to head back to her bedroom. Noticing that the door was unusually closed, she tried opening the door but the knob wasn't budging. The door was locked. Knocking on the door in a panic, she couldn't understand why that simple comment would make her girlfriend that angry. It just wasn't in the redhead's character to completely shut her out over something so simple. When Willow was having those nightmares the week before, she hadn't even been locked from the room. "Willow?? Willow!!!! Let me in!!" It wasn't long before she heard the lock click, and took a deep breath to calm her nerves before slowly pushing her way into the room.
Around the room, she noticed that candles were lit in various places, and she looked up to see that there were over two-dozen mistletoe sprigs hung from the ceiling. Willow had brought her into a trap. 'Okay...you're definitely going to get yours...' Moving further into the room, she wondered where the redhead had disappeared to, since the bathroom light was off, and somebody obviously unlocked the door. Suddenly, the door closed painfully slow behind her, and she turned around to see her lover in a red robe with green trim leaned against the door, hearing the lock click in place.
"What is this?" Willow sauntered the few feet to Buffy, and placed her lips softly against hers without actually kissing.
"An early Christmas present..." The sex oozing from Willow's tone, and the feeling of soft hands unbuttoning her blouse slowly caused Buffy to shiver slightly. When her red top was removed to the floor, she decided that her lover was calling the shots, since she hadn't yet grasped their lips together once. The blonde was dying to feel those lips against hers; pressed firmly, softly, passionately...she wasn't picky. That's why she resulted to begging.
"Will...kiss me..." Willow had her jeans undone, and tucked her hands inside the waistband slightly on both sides, pulling their bodies closer.
"Can't..." The redhead tortuously kept her mouth against hers, letting her hot breath caress with the blonde's, as she tugged her jeans past her thighs, letting her soft hands linger painfully close to her lover's need.
"Will...please..." Buffy gasped as she felt her lover move her hands to remove the white cotton that was covering her chest, and couldn't take it anymore. She tried to lean forward herself, and lock their lips but Willow would pull back just enough to bar her, which wasn't too hard since she had trapped her lover's legs in her jeans. The redhead just giggled, as she kept moving her mouth close but moved it back when Buffy would try to kiss her. It was a fun little game. "Why can't I kiss you? This isn't a very fun Christmas present." Buffy mock pouted, and tried again but to no avail. "Will..." Her whines made Willow smile wickedly against her mouth.
"You can kiss me when..." Buffy started bouncing on the balls of her feet but fell, forgetting that her legs were a little tangled in her jeans. Willow startled giggling, and knelt down next to her, pulling her fallen girlfriend's jeans off completely, leaving her clad in only her underwear that said 'Don't open 'til Christmas.' Buffy found some balance, and managed to sit up, and mock pout by crossing her arms. When Willow looked up briefly, she smirked, and leant over, kissing Buffy sensuously.
"Now you kiss me?" They giggled, as Willow helped her girlfriend stand back up, and pointed to the ceiling. Buffy understood at that point, and moved them under another sprig of mistletoe, closer to the bed, and the redhead allowed her to kiss her. "This is quite the festive little activity..."
"I thought so..." Willow beamed, and pushed them onto the bed. While their lips tangled, and Willow moved on top of her barely clad girlfriend, she straddled her hips, and her hair strayed down into the blonde's face. Buffy tucked the loose strands behind the redhead's ears, keeping her hands cupped on her face to pull her closer to deepen the kiss. They continued crawling in their positions up to the headboard, and the blonde untied Willow's silk robe, moving her hands sensuously over her body to push it off the freckled shoulders. Noticing that all Willow was wearing was...well, nothing underneath the robe, she felt her mouth go dry, and her tongue salivate at the same time from the way her pale body glowed in the flickers of the light. When her girlfriend moved her kisses along her neck, she held onto her head, and managed to look up from her gasps. She smiled, and started to giggle, causing Willow to smile against her neck through her kisses. "Find something?"
"Maybe just a little...when did you get so creative? I thought I was the creative one..." Willow moved her kisses to beside her ear, and placed her mouth barely on it, whispering with hot breath into her ear.
"I guess I've been taking lessons from you..." Buffy bucked her body a little upwards when she felt Willow's teeth and lips barely scrape against the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"Mmmm...keep this up much longer, and we may actually miss Santa Clause...he'll definitely put us on his naughty list this year..." Buffy's eyes rolled back in her head when Willow started sucking sweetly at the special spot. "Mmm..."
"Well, no need to worry about that because right now, I'm your very own tiny, Jewish Santa..." Willow moved her face above Buffy's, and teased her lips again by not pressing them together.
"Is that so?" Willow nodded, and locked their lips together sweetly for a few moments.
"Oh, yeah...and you're the only one on my list...and you get extra presents for being naughty..." Willow kissed her passionately, and allowed Buffy to remove her robe completely, as she started to play with her lover's breasts.
"Oh...mmm...then, I should be set for the year..." Buffy bucked her hips up a little to divest herself of the only barrier causing their bodies' flesh not to touch all over, and she sat up slightly, meeting her lover for another heated kiss in their upright positions. Falling back on the bed, the two went about taking advantage of all the mistletoe in the room.
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Waking up in the other's arms, both girls started to stir when they heard to bustle downstairs. Deciding to just lie there in their warm comfort, they clung their arms tighter around their bodies. They could hear Dawn yelling for them to come downstairs but refused to move. Each thought that it was impossible after the loss of limbs that had occurred the night before, and one yawned, causing a chain reaction to the other. Finally, they both stretched, and started giggling as they made their way for a quick shower. After all, time was an issue, and it would conserve water if they shared. Buffy couldn't help but giggle when she saw the mistletoe hanging above the bathtub. That's what caused them to be late for their family gathering downstairs. They had missed a sprig of the traditional kissing plant, and couldn't break tradition on their first Christmas together.
An hour later, they bounded downstairs, happily holding hands. Looking into the dining room, they noticed everybody sitting around having breakfast. Making their way to the table, they started the day off right with a complete breakfast, a la Dawn and Adam, who had arrived while they were sleeping. After their morning caffeine was in their systems, they were more than excited to get the day started but lo and behold, there had to be a comment said about their tardiness the table. The shocking thing is that is was Adam.
"I don't understand. I thought that you two would be the first one's awake, and in fact, you were the last ones. I'm curious to know..." Dawn nudges him with her elbow, and he looks over as she shakes her head, trying to be nonchalant underneath her hand.
"Alright! Who wants to open presents now?" Buffy jumps up, wanting to change topics quick, and wide-eyed Willow follows suit, grabbing their plates and mugs, taking them into the kitchen, to find the others standing up at the table, as well.
They all pile into the living room, where it seems a gazillion presents are stacked everywhere. Since Willow and Buffy realized that they had gone a little overboard with packages for the other, they decided to open theirs that night, when everybody was gone except Dawn. They chose a few presents to exchange that morning, and piled the others on the other side of the chair. Xander went about being present passing out guy, and soon, everybody had a pile of presents in front of them, except Adam, who only had a few but didn't mind. They took up their positions from last night, only Anya and Xander moved over a little to allow Buffy to sit on the oversized couch instead of the arm. On the count of three, they all started opening their gifts. Anya was like a kid in a candy store, as she opened packages like crazy, looking at the items, and moving to the next one swiftly, including Jesse's. Xander practically tore through his gifts, placing things to the side, as he too grabbed for another gift in the fashion of his wife. They were the first two finished unwrapping.
Dawn and Adam went through her gifts, whispering to the other, and the young brunette girl would giggle here and there. Faith was smug, not showing emotions one way or the other regarding her emotions but inside, she was beaming with excitement and tears because it was the first family Christmas that had ever gone on without violence or verbal abuse. She glanced at Willow, and saw the redhead smile back at her warmly before moving back to take a good look at the tribal knife that she had received from her boss. Willow had known about her knife hobby from when they lived together but she had to sell them when she was struggling for money, just to eat or find someplace to sleep. She had to hold her tears in because the redhead had actually found her favorite knife, and she could tell as she examined the engraving that was on the handle that it was the very piece of weaponry that was her great grandfather's. It was the most amazing gift she had received at any point in her life, and couldn't begin to imagine the trouble her friend went to just to find it.
After gifts were pushed aside for the afternoon, Buffy and Willow went into the kitchen to finish fixing the dinner feast, while the others stayed in the living room playing with their assorted toys. Once they were in there, Willow rapidly found her girlfriend, and pulled her into a much needed, very passionate kiss. Breaking apart, they kept their foreheads pressed together, and brought their rapid breathing back to normal through their locked eyes. Finally, Willow leaned forward, and kissed the blonde again sweetly before sighing when she reluctantly broke the embrace to start cooking.
As they were preparing things, they kept kissing each other between takes, and were caught several times in heated kisses by different members of the gang. Finally, they managed to finish every dish, and started transporting them to the set table that Adam and Dawn had set earlier. Everyone settled in for dinner, and ate in joyful conversation. The mood was light, and even the very Jewish Willow was having fun at the Christian tradition. However, she would start blushing furiously, hoping nobody noticed when Buffy would lean over to whisper in her ear how she liked tiny Jewish Santa better. When the dinner was finished, everybody helped clean up in both rooms, and the tired gang took off back to their respective homes, and Dawn and Adam went upstairs to watch another Christmas movie in her room (at least, Buffy hoped that was all they were doing), leaving very smug-grinned Willow dragging her excited girlfriend back into the living room to divest of the obscenely large pile of gifts.
When they gathered around the tree, they sorted through them on the floor, and made sure that they were sitting right next to each other, so that they could kiss and cuddle in between and after unwrapping. After moving through several outfits, they both blushed when they opened a simultaneous present, and held up the same themed pair of underwear. Laughing hysterically, and falling on the floor, they turned to face each other, and kissed. Buffy placed her black, 'Slayer' underwear on her head, causing her girlfriend to laugh, and Willow mirrored her action by placing her red, 'Witch' on her head, too. They both giggled at the silly things that the movie company was coming out with to promote the movie adaptation of Buffy's book.
Fishing through the jewelry, movies, books, and all types of things they adorned the other with, they decided to give the other their last gifts. After giggling through a clumsy paper, rock, scissors to see who would go first, Willow beat Buffy's rock with paper, and the blonde had to open hers first. Unwrapping the shiny paper, she found a simple white box about the size for a shirt, and slowly opened, watching the way that Willow bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Opening it, she unwrapped the tissue paper, and pulled out an old, mint copy of a book that felt as though it had been printed from the first printing press. Pulling it out, she let her fingers graze over the gold lettering that adorned the faded, black cover. Opening it up, she noticed that the author signed it, and that it was also a first edition, one that was hard to come by, especially with the autograph. Buffy was taken aback, wondering where in the world her girlfriend had found such a treasure, and the amount of money such a piece of history must have cost.
"A 'Dracula' first edition signed by Stoker? Where in the world did you find this? This had to cost an arm and a leg..." Buffy was shaking her head, debating whether or not she could even accept such a costly gift but when she saw her favorite smile emit from her girlfriend's face, she immediately decided that it didn't matter the cost. All that mattered was Willow, and it wasn't like she hadn't done the same thing. "Thank you...I don't know what to say..."
"It wasn't easy to find, I can tell you. Giles found it in a used London bookstore, and shipped it to me. I've been asking him to find a first edition ever since your book was published, and it just had an added bonus by being signed. It just arrived in the mail last week; I was lucky to keep it hidden from your snooping eyes." Willow smiled again, and leaned forward to meet the happy tear kiss that Buffy was offering. When they broke apart, the blonde pushed the last gift towards her girlfriend, and the package was opened with an organized fashion that could only be described as something Willow would do. When she pushed aside the red tissue paper, she was also surprised to find a book there, and one that she had searched for a long time, and couldn't even find a copy on ebay. It held the same worn quality as Buffy's book but didn't have such a faded cover. As a matter of fact, it looked as though it had survived centuries without a scratch, and Willow couldn't believe her lover had been able to find such a rarity. There were hardly even five copies of the 'Darkest Magicks' in print, according to Giles.
"Yay...I made you give the squeal of geeker joy. You're so cute." They smiled at each other warmly before Willow placed the book carefully back into the box. "Of all places, I found it in a quiet, old used bookstore down in Greenwich Village. It's where I found those 'Books of Ascension,' and 'Vampyr' books. It was showcased high on the top shelf. Lilah had to pull it down for me because I couldn't reach it." There was a brief moot point at the mention of the villain but their excited mood couldn't be swayed for long.
"Buffy...this is...wow...I mean...really? In New York? I...that is...with the..." Buffy leaned forward, and softly embraced their lips together, and the two girls laid their boxes from their laps to the floor beside them, and Willow let her girlfriend lean in between her legs, as she wrapped her own around the back of Buffy's calves. Making out pretty heavily in the barely lit room, neither noticed another presence for several long moments until they heard somebody clear his or her throat. It was impossible to register to the gender because they were so caught up with each other. Pulling herself up from Willow, the blonde managed to wipe the lipstick from the redhead's cheek, as their heavy breathing started to come back to normal. Glancing up through bright blushes, they noticed that Dawn was standing in the doorway to the foyer with a half-grin.
"Well...I was right...you two really don't quit. For a minute there, I thought I was going to have to spray a hose to separate you two." Both girls leaned forward, trying to put some semblance to the mess in front of the tree. "And you say that you're worried about me and Adam? Come on...you two were practically humping each other right there on the floor. You're always overprotective but you don't think that my younger eyes will be traumatized by seeing that?"
"Oh...well...that is, Dawnie...that we were...um, opening presents! Yeah, and...and I...or we..." Dawn just smirked again at the flustered babble of Willow. It was true that the redhead like the risk of being caught but actually being caught was a different story.
"Well, unless you were the present, I'm not sure there's a cover story there, Will." Dawn chuckled, and shook her head as she made her way back up the stairs with the bag of popcorn, and two bottles of water. Buffy fell on the floor laughing, and Willow just smacked her playfully on the arm, as she lay her head down in the redhead's lap.
"It wasn't funny, Buffy. What if we weren't able to stop? You know we're going to have to stop having sex around the house now that Dawn's moving back in with us." Willow started sifting her slim fingers through blonde locks, as her girlfriend became more than comfortable under the attention. She loved the feeling of the redhead's fingers everywhere on her body but when her girlfriend played with her blonde strands, they were her favorite moments. That's when she thought back to the time when she was sick, and the erotic feelings she had from Willow washing her hair, even while she was down with the nasty flu. That gave her an idea; she had yet to payback the favor.
"Will..." She moved from the soft cushiony lap, and started to place things in an organized fashion under the tree, and picking up the discarded remnants of wrapping paper.
"What are you doing? Are you sleepy already? I thought we could snuggle on the couch, and maybe watch the 'Mickey Christmas Carol,' while drinking hot cocoa. We didn't exactly get to have ours last night with the others due to welcome distractions..." Willow got on her knees, and wrapped her arms about her lover, who was stuffing the torn paper and tape into a garbage bag that had been placed there before they started unwrapping.
"As enticing as that sounds, I have some ideas of my own that involve a very naked you...and somebody, maybe both of us, is gonna get wet..." The sensual tone, and double entendre in Buffy's voice made Willow decide that the blonde's plan was better. They could always catch the 30-minute movie later on the Disney Channel. She found herself being lured into the bedroom, as Buffy shut and locked the bedroom door, and sat her on the comfy bed. 'This nice bed that can bounce...and cushion our backs...and provide grips if needing to hold on to something...mmm...where did she go?' Willow was already getting excited, and was startled to hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.
Checking it out, she found a very naked Buffy running steaming water in the bathtub, and adding the strawberry bubble bath that they would use on special occasions. The room smelled of hot steam, potpourri, and generic strawberry scent, as Willow seductively started removing her own clothes, as she lit the many candles that adorned the bathroom. When she reached her eager girlfriend, she licked her lips subconsciously as she stared at Buffy's body, letting her eyes trace it through the soft glow of the candlelight. All of a sudden, the steam wasn't only coming from the hot water, and she removed her underwear, while keeping her gaze locked on her girlfriend's, before wrapping her arms around her, and crashing their lips together.
"I told you somebody would get wet..." Buffy pulled Willow into the scorching water before pulling back slightly to adjust to the major temperature change. Their bodies finally allowed the heat, and they grasped both hands together as they disappeared under the bubbles. Willow positioned her body to lean against Buffy's, as the blonde wrapped her arms around the now slick, glistening skin of her lover. "Mmm...merry Christmas, baby."
"Merry Christmas." Willow turned her head around, and kissed her lover, wrapping one arm behind her head to steady herself. "I love you...more than anything. Thanks for everything today...it was amazing. You were amazing. I've never actually celebrated Christmas before...it wasn't what I thought it'd be."
"Oh, yeah? What'd you think it would be?" Buffy started moving their bodies a little more comfortable, as she leaned them back against the tub.
"Well...for one, my Christmas knowledge revolves around Xander doing the Snoopy dance." Buffy nodded, as she ran her hands down Willow's slick arms, and conjoined her fingers between the redhead's. "Boy, if Ira Rosenberg knew his only daughter snuck over year to watch something that didn't adhere to the Jewish traditions...let's just say it wouldn't be a pretty day." Buffy giggled a little, and started kissing her girlfriend's neck. "So...this bath thing...is it actually to get clean, or just have a little naughty fun...'cause you know...tiny Jewish Santa doesn't just come on Christmas Eve." The leer in her voice made the blonde tighten her hold on the redhead, and start kissing on sensitive spots, especially behind her ears, which always caused moans.
"I'm thinking that tiny Jewish Santa comes a lot during the year, too...after all, you are down with the naughty fun." Buffy heard Willow squeak from the double meaning, and especially from her light sucking on her sensitive ear. "But...I was thinking that I'd get you a little clean. I'm jonesing to put a whole new meaning to good, clean fun."
"Mmm...Buffy...what did you have in mind?" Willow leaned further back into her slick lover, and emitted a successful groan in response. Buffy took a deep breath to calm her hormones for a moment, and grabbed the apple shampoo from the side of the tub.
"I need you to get your hair wet, so duck under, Wills." Willow smirked evilly, and turned around slightly to kiss Buffy before disappearing under the bubbles. "Oh...oh! Not what I had in mind but not unwelcome...oh...mmm...Wills. Willow?" The redhead would come up for a breath every once in a while, and dip under with a mischievous grin, intent on finishing her task. It was uncomfortable in this bathtub but well worth it when she felt Buffy's body tense, and her hands grip the side of the tub, and the small bar that drained the washcloths. With an audible moan that told tales of a happy, Willow kissed her way back up the slick body before kissing her sensually on the lips, letting Buffy grasp her face between her hands when she finally regained use of her limbs. "You really are a witch..."
"But a good witch."
"Indeed."
"Buffy...you have that look." Buffy tried to play innocent but her face just wasn't budging. 'It's payback time for that one, Will...' "Buffy? Buffy, you're scaring me...I know what happens when you get that look."
"What? I can't have an expression now?" Willow shook her head amusedly, and barely had time to react as her girlfriend twisted her body around in the tub, causing a little water to splash out of the tub. When the giggles died down, and the initial shock wore off completely, they started to relax again. "Well...at least your hair's wet now." Buffy poured some of the shampoo into her hand, and worked up a lather before she started working it into Willow's hair. The moans that she was causing were evidence that the redhead was feeling the erotic effects of having another, preferably a lover, wash their hair.
Buffy thought she'd play around a little, since she was doing this while her lover wasn't actually sick. She started making fun shapes with the soaped hair, and Willow became a unicorn, Bubbles, and even Punky Brewster at one point. The giggles and love that were filling the room helped to make the holiday into a perfect first celebration together. Once they were finished in the tub (since the water became cold from staying in too long), they dried each other off with more giggles, and wiped the water that spilled to the floor in their passion earlier after combing the tangles out of their hair. Then, they moved into their bedroom, and decided to just sleep nude, crawling in, and immediately snuggling with huge smiles across their faces.
"Good first Christmas?" Buffy pulled Willow even closer if it were possible, and kissed her shoulder lightly.
"The best because you were there." Willow turned her head over slightly, and kissed Buffy sweetly on the lips. "What about you? Did I do too much? Do you think the clothes will fit? What about the back massager?" Buffy chuckled softly, and started to sift her fingers through her girlfriend's darkened, damp locks.
"Everything was fine. Perfect; even the back massager. Thank you." Willow gave her that smile that Buffy loved so much, and she couldn't help leaning in to kiss her again. It seemed that they'd been kissing nonstop since they had woken up that morning, and there were no complaints in either department. "What about you? Did I do too much?"
"The only gift I need was you, and I already have that, so I'm more than happy. I would have been content if we hadn't exchanged gifts." Buffy half-grinned, and her eyes told her that there was humor behind her next statement, and that she felt the exact same way.
"No prezzies? That's like a kid's birthday party without the horsy." Willow slightly shuddered, remembering her own traumatizing horse experience. Buffy noticed, and went into concern mode. "What's wrong?"
"Oh...nothing. It's silly. I had a bad birthday pony thing when I was four." Buffy chuckled lightly, and kissed Willow's temple before the two relaxed again. "What do you think about Adam?"
"Hmm...that's a good question. I'm not entirely sure yet." Willow began stroking the sides of Buffy's arm, and snuggled in closer to the blonde, wrapping her leg between both of her girlfriend's. "He's very curious...seems to want to know everything about everything. It was giving me the wiggins during Thanksgiving when he started asking all those questions, and studying our...physical attributes. Dawn seems to like him enough, though. I still think he's like some Frankenstein monster with the little girl and the flower. Plus, I'm not sure how okay I am with him being older than us, and dating her. There's a major age difference there, and I'm not entirely comfortable with that factor yet."
"That's understandable. I wasn't so sure at first, either, but it wasn't my place to comment." Buffy sighed, knowing that her girlfriend was still getting used to the idea of having a soon to be sister-in-law. The wedding was three months away, and as every day passed by, both seemed to grow closer and closer.
"Sure it's your place. She's your sister now, too, and she respects your opinion. Whether you realize it or not, you're a major influence on my now graduated from college sister...oh my god, I can't believe that Dawnie's gonna be out in the real world now." Buffy buried her head in the pillow, and groaned slightly, wondering where the days went when she would push little Dawn in the swing in their back yard.
"I've only known her for a year but I can already tell that she's a handful. She's really good at what she does, though, and I don't think you have anything to worry about with her. She's a grown woman now, even if all you'll ever see is that little girl that you'd push in a swing." Buffy looked at her lover, wondering how the redhead had literally read her thoughts. Leaning down, she kissed her gently before settling back into a comfortable position, and just stroking the damp locks until they fell asleep from the eventful festivities of the day.