My Buffy, my slayer, my lover
by Viki
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None of this I own. Sadly.
Set during season one. The Master never chose to rise then he is waiting still. So there is no prophecy that means Buffy never dies. Also Buffy never kissed Angel. But she still found out he was a vampire by Darla. Joyce did get bit though.
Chapter One: Willow's POV
"Y'know it might do you some good helping me out. It isn't that much hard work"
I smiled, I loved her voice well, I loved everything about her. Tilting my head back, my neck craned so I could see the blond slayer in the doorway, hands on her small hips, a dishcloth hanging from her small right hand. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat and she knew why, well no she didn't. Partly she knew, well... I don't know.
She doesn't know I love her. I love her loads but another reason is that I got out of tiding up easily by faking a sprained ankle and stating bluntly that it would become worse if I moved around on it. Buffy had simply shrugged, rolled her eyes and muttered something around the lines of me never being able to be a slayer. Heh, I agree. Too much pain, sweat and fighting.
"What you smiling about?" Buffy asked sarcastically throwing the cloth at me I easily caught it.
"Well, somebody in this room other then me is completely utterly gullible. And there's only one other person in this room" My voice is soft and secure, boldly hiding my nervousness.
The slayer simply rolled her eyes and tried to do her best in producing an offended look but it never works. I know when I offended her or not. This isn't the time. I could never offend her on purpose. Not unless she has really hacked me off. Then yes. Willow Rosenberg will spout her mouth out at the low graded slayer. That was one reason why she was here, to tutor her. Bad grades equals bad job. That means working at that stinky Double Meat Palace where I think she is going to end up.
But I shouldn't think like that. Only positive thoughts! But maybe I get free burgers?
"So help or not?" Do I have to? I nodded, why was I agreeing to tidy up?
Maybe because Joyce was lying in bed with a massive plaster on the two puncture marks on her neck and the least I could do was to help Buffy tidy up and then study for the oncoming tests. Joyce may be happy for me. I followed the peachy slayer into the kitchen and grabbed a tea cloth of my very own and began to dry the dishes beside the sink, biting down on my bottom lip as I did so.
"So, what are we gonna revise for now?" Buffy piped up, I turned to look at her and arched a brow.
"Well, what haven't we revised for and what test have you got tomorrow? History. May help" I roll my eyes, "Cordelia should be here though, queen bitch is in your class. I'm not. She knows what you should be studying I don't" Now I was getting in a tiffy.
"Hey calm down. Nobody wants to call the queen of slut town anyway... Maybe we should just revise on everything and then I will confirm what I was supposed to learn tomorrow before class. If she still talks to me. I attacked her remember?"
I let out a bark of a laugh, setting the cloth down and drying my hands on the material of my very bright skirt. Why do I wear clothes like these? Damn mother and her bad fashion sense.
"Yeah good idea... Hey"
Jumping back from the splash of water Buffy sent my way I let out a playful growl and swatted her arm, my body tingled at the very small contact and gulped, if my body reacted like that with one soft touch, imagine what it'll be like if she... I felt my self-blush and my breath caught in my throat. Swallowing I pushed them lusty thoughts aside and looked up catching my friends gaze. She had a glass in her hand. When did she get a glass in her hand? Also when did she fill it with?
I shrieked as the cool water splashed up my body, a frown surfacing my face. grrr... She is so gonna pay for that. My red hair was damp and clung to my face, annoying, trying to shake it off as my hands reached out to tackle Buffy to the ground.
"Ha... Serves you right for hitting me!" The slayer giggled squirming beneath my grasp, I crawled up her and placed a knee on either side of her hip, straddling my best friend underneath me.
"Yeah well, you shouldn't have splashed me in the first place" I stated bluntly. "Now I'm all wet"
"Me to" Buffy whispered, I frowned looking down at her; her voice was low, husky, lust-filled. But she wasn't wet; I never splashed her, how could she be...? Oh.
"Wha', how?" I ask anyway, I know what she was talking about. I think. I could simply be dripping. I am very wet. In all sorts of naughty places. Swallowing I reach up and ghostly brush fingertips across her cheek she turns her head into my hand, I smile, confidence shoots through me.
"I think you know what I mean"
Them words shoot a shiver down my spine I knew it. She wants me and I want her, I love her. Does she love me?
"I know what you mean"
Without a second thought I lowered my head and pushed my body flush against hers my lips smashing hard against Buffy's as I searched for contact from the love of my life. My tongue poked out and travelled the length of her lips waiting to seek acceptance it was giving and I let out a moan as our tongues shyly touched.
It was a rough kiss before slowing down, each one of us taking the time to explore each other's mouths. Before it deepened and passion reeked though. Buffy was the more dominant swallowing the small moans and whimpers I was producing; her body was warm between my legs. That was how I remembered the position but next thing I knew my bag was against the floor and she was hovering over the top of me. Lips not touching me any more.
"Willow, I want you to know this..."
"Buffy" I cut her off. She was going to say it didn't mean anything, "You don't..." Buffy lifted her hand and pressed two fingers against my lips I nibbled at the pads on her fingers gently and this caused a groan from my friend, a smile shot across my lips.
"Will. Let me speak.... I don't know how to say this but..." She paused closing her eyes briefly before looking down at me, hazel eyes boring into my green eyes. That's when I realised what she was going to say. Before she said it my hands reached up and cupped her cheeks bringing her head down and planting a large kiss on her lips, but she pulled back.
"I love you Willow Rosenberg" Tears ran freely down my cheeks and she kissed them away, hands stretching across my body I arched into her touch wanting as much contact as possible. But I had to say it; I had to let her know.
"I love you to Buffy Summers, my Buffy, my slayer, my lover"