Loving Willow
by Rin
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Part VI:
"Buffy! I can't take much more! I...I can't breathe."
"You have to, Will. You're under the wrath of..."
"Hate to break up the girl on girl action here but Giles needs us in the library." Xander stood over his two best friends out in the quad as a very mischievous looking Buffy straddled Willow's hips, while tickling the girl underneath her.
"Okay, Xander. We'll be right there. Just...uh..." Willow looked up at Buffy, then back at Xander. "Give us a minute. I have to get a certain slayer off of me first." Buffy giggled, and Xander stood there, hands tucked underneath his pits, while grinning goofily at the two girls. "Um, okay?" He snapped out of his naughty Buffy and Willow thoughts, and turned his attention back to the real world.
"Oh, right! Yeah, see you there." He walked back to the doors, and Willow sat up, coming face to face with Buffy, as she was still straddled easily over her friend's body. The two girls looked at each other a moment before starting to giggle loudly.
"Poor Xander. We probably just fed him a month's worth of sheet changes in the mornings." Buffy was reluctant to move off of Willow, all she would have to do would to lean in a little, and she would be able to claim the most kissable mouth she'd ever seen. She licked her lips subconsciously, and tuned all of her senses into the warm body below hers. The green tea smell of Willow's shampoo and body wash, the hint of aloe that's evident in her lotion, and the smell of Gain from her laundry. Buffy was finding it more difficult by the day to keep her intentions purely platonic, and she found herself flirting more, finding more ways to touch her friend, and even simply staring at her best friend when she wasn't aware. Even though the tickle fight started as a battle to retrieve her pencil back from Willow, it had continued long after she had said pencil returned. She had relished every single move of her fingers and hand up and down Willow's body, giving her the ability to discover sensitive spots to tap into later. She tried to fight with herself to keep away from Willow but the more she was around her, the more she was aware of her, it seemed that her body was possessed, and refused to heed her own warnings.
"Buffy, ummm..."
"Yeah? What is it, Will?"
"Are you, um...gonna dismount? 'Cause I don't exactly have the strength to move you off myself. I guess I could try it with magick but you saw me with the pencil earlier. Don't think that you'd exactly want to float in the air. Not that I would float you, or anything...just, you know. Okay, stopping now." Buffy smiled at her friend's babble, and fought every urge in her body to stop her words with her lips pressed against Willow's. Why am I like this? I've never been like this before. I really need to find help. It's like I have no control whatsoever of my body, and the way I'm feeling now...sooo not a good thing.
"Sure, Will." Buffy dismounted her friend, and felt her body protest against her own weight but she managed to win the battle this time. She stood and brushed the dirt from her black pants, and helped Willow off the ground. As the girls made their way back into the hallways of Sunnydale High, they continued their journey to the library.
"So, Buff. Are you ready for the big bad mayor?" Buffy linked her arms into Willow's, and quietly sighed.
"Well, ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. It just seems so unreal, you know?"
"And, of course, the things we deal with everyday are normal. It doesn't surprise me, actually. I've been super hyped all week. Tonight's gonna be great!"
"We've had the stuff ready for a month now, I still don't understand why Giles insisted on waiting until now."
"Something about the phase of the moon. We need it in this particular phase tonight because we can form a protection spell around you, Faith, and Angel before you head in to City Hall. That way, none of the mayor's goonies can detect you coming."
"Protection spells? Wow, Will. You're getting major with the mojo. Wicca girl strikes again." Willow blushed at the compliment but quickly lifted her head in excitement.
"Plus, we can give some extra magickal juice to your sword! It'll be so cool. Oh, but you have to be super careful not to touch it yourself because it's meant to stun the mayor, and that would be bad if one of you were stunned instead. Maybe I should rethink the stunning sword idea." They reached the library, and noticed that nobody was in there.
"Giles? Anybody? Hello? Guys?" Buffy and Willow looked around but couldn't find anybody in the library whatsoever. Shrugging their shoulders, they sat down at the table, assuming that Giles went to get something outside the library. "So, Will. You and Fred. How is that going?"
"Great! I mean, it's like lately we've been super in tune with each other, and neither of us can figure it out."
"Wow. The two smarty pants can't figure out a problem, guess that means we're doomed." Willow playfully slapped her forearm but Buffy's reflexes caught her hand midair, and she continued holding it, staring into Willow's eyes. "You have beautiful eyes, Willow." Willow blushed, and averted her eyes from Buffy's gaze embarrassedly.
Buffy internally admonished herself for letting her tongue slip, and decided that it was something supernatural, and she would have to talk to Giles about this new 'problem.'
"Thanks, Buffy. Yours...yours aren't so bad, either." She giggled, which broke the tense moment, and both girls relaxed again. "No, I mean. It's probably nothing. It just seems like lately I can feel her tension even when she's not in the room, or I can feel when she's happy when we're...ya know." Willow once again averted her eyes, and her face looked like it was on fire for a second.
"Well, Will." Buffy once again tried to hide her jealously of Fred but for some reason, she could never control herself from bringing up the other girl, despite her need to think of other things in Will's presence. Pretty flowers. Puppies. Sunday naps. Spike being bitchslapped. Think happy thoughts. Don't let the slayer part take over with the jealously. Happy, happy, happy, happy.
"Buffy, are you okay?" She snapped out of her 'happy' mantra, and regarded Will's presence again.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, Will. Peachy keen. Never been better."
"You sure? You kinda looked like you were about ready to tear some vamp's head off. Dammit. That was supposed to work, not make it worse.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Look, I don't think Giles is coming, so I'll see you tonight, Will. Alright? Okay, bye!" She grabbed her things, and took off out the library doors as quickly as she could without making a big scene, or worrying Willow anymore than she knew her friend would be. She couldn't be around the girl right then, in case she did something that would hurt her or her friends. She needed to find Giles, and figure out what was making her act this way, and she needed to find out fast.
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"Giles! Giles!" Later on in the day, as she managed to avoid her best friend, Buffy stormed into the library, distressed, and in need of some serious answers before the night's big battle, when she knew that she wouldn't be able to avoid her friend. Giles came out of his office quickly, and with a distressed look on his face.
"Buffy? Buffy, what is it? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Buffy huffed her way past him into his office, and sat down in his desk chair, causing him to watch her in disarray.
"Shut the door. I have a problem." Giles nodded his agreement, shut the door, and sat down in the chair opposite of hers.
"What is it, Buffy? You never gave me a heart attack coming into the library like that. You know that today is extra tense, and that we're all at our highest levels of concentration. Now, what is your problem?"
"It's Willow."
"What about Willow? Was she hurt?"
"No but I'm afraid she will be."
"Well, Buffy that's a normal concern considering the circumstances but you need to remember that she made her choice in this matter. You can't go..."
"No, Giles. I'm afraid that I'm going to hurt her." He looked puzzled.
"What do you mean, Buffy? Why on earth would you want to hurt, Willow?"
"That's the thing, Giles. I don't! But something's going on, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself."
"Control yourself? Whatever do you mean?" She stared at him for a minute, then sighed dramatically, and stood up to start pacing the tiny space. "Buffy, calm down. Sit, and we'll figure this out." She nodded in her distressed state, and sat down, slumping forward in the chair. "Now, what makes you think you won't be able to control your strength around Willow?"
"It's not my strength, Giles. It's something else. Something's happening to me, and no matter what I tell myself, or try and force myself to do, my body and tongue usually do the complete opposite. It's...it's like when I'm around her, I have no control of myself, and I need it to stop before it gets worse. Giles, what's happening to me?" She began crying, hanging her head in her hands. Giles moved to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, the only thing his stoic British upbringing would allow him.
"Well, Buffy. Tell me exactly what the problem is. What is your body and, um, tongue protesting against." She was silent in her sobbing for a moment, and then looked back up at him teary-eyed.
"I don't know. I tell myself that I need to stop, and not do anything rash, despite what my body is really feeling. It's like a constant battle between my body and mind, and every day, it seems my body is slowly taking over. I can't her, Giles."
"Well, yes. Of course not but I need you to be more specific. If we're going to figure out what is happening to you, then I need you to give me details, certain encounters when this loss of control occurs. Is it only with Willow?"
"Yes. It's only Willow."
"Well, okay. Give me an example." He moved back in his own chair, removing his hand from her shoulder. She sighed, trying to catch control of her emotions.
"Last night." She looked up at him guiltily, and he nodded for her to continue. "Well, when we were all here preparing for tonight's big battle. When everybody would be doing their own things, and it would be just me and Willow together..." She swallowed hard, and hiccupped back another sob. "Well, I would find myself doing things that I know that I shouldn't be doing, and feeling things that I tried not to but no matter how hard I fought it, it kept coming out anyways."
"Please, Buffy. What is it? You need to give me more specifics. How terrible are these things? Are you harming her in any way? Has she noticed?"
"No, no I'm not hurting her yet, and I don't think she's noticed."
"Well, then?"
"About a month ago, I had one of those epinephrine thingies. You know, when you realize something suddenly?"
"An epiphany, yes? Go on."
"Well, I realized that...well." She moved her head to the side, and mumbled at first before she saw Giles give his scolding expression, causing her to look up, and try and hurriedly say what she need to a little faster than the human ear can comprehend.
"ImayhavepossiblyfiguredouthatI'mverymuchinlovewithWillow."
"I'm sorry. What was that, Buffy? Please speak more clearly. That's the second time you've said something that I had no idea what you said." She sighed deeply before gaining her courage, putting on her resolve.
"I realized last month, before Homecoming even, that I'm in love with Willow."
"Oh." Giles hurriedly removed his glasses, and polished a hole practically through the lenses. "I see. Well, th-that is quite the epiphany. What brought this on all of a sudden?"
"I'm not sure. We were just there, and all of a sudden it's just like 'BOOM!'" She added her arms to add emphasis, causing Giles to snap back at the sudden movement and exclamation. "Sorry, Giles."
"Quite all right, Buffy. Please continue." He placed his glasses back on his head but still held onto his rag.
"Well, it's like. All of a sudden, I'm completely aware of Willow's presence. I can smell her coming from the distance, and my body and thoughts are constantly wondering. I was able to control my reactions at first but this past week, it's become really, really bad."
"How so?"
"Well, I'm trying to hold off, you know? Because I don't want to hurt her, or scare her, or lose her in any way. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my Willow with me, no matter if she's just of the purely platonic variety. I need her, Giles, and my body and mind both agree with that but my body has taken more incentive lately."
"Well, um...could you give me an example there? But, please, nothing too, well, um..."
"I get it, Giles. You want the PG version. Not to worry, there's nothing going on to that variety yet but I'm afraid that I'll force her or something, and I don't want that. I need my control back before things get really, apocalyptic bad."
"I'm not quite sure that this problem is cause for an apocalypse, Buffy."
"For you, maybe not but for me...it's hard, Giles. Playing this mental and physical battle when I'm around her, and I even scowled at Fred the other day. Giles, I scowled! At Fred! It's gone beyond just Willow, and this needs to stop. It needs to stop now. Fix this! I need you to fix this now!" Giles sighed, and leaned back in his chair, his heart truly distressed for his slayer.
"Well, Buffy. I'm afraid love doesn't work that way. You can't just make it stop because you will it to do so. It takes time and patience."
"But Giles! I made it stop with Angel. Why can't I stop this? My body never fought control before like this, not even when I'm slaying. This is almost supernatural."
"Well, I do agree on some level that this is odd but most of this is your hormones battling with your emotions. It's common in adolescents, and maybe there's more of this in slayers, although I've never studied such a case. I'll give a call to Council, and have them research this."
"What? Giles, no! I need this fixed now, before tonight. Before I see her again, I can't keep doing this. It's just so hard. It's too hard. Giles...I can't do this anymore. I need you to fix this now." She broke down again, leaning forward, trying to hide her emotions from her father figure. She was truly embarrassed that this was happening at all, and she just wanted answers, and for everything to stop hurting so much.
"Buffy, you love Willow. There's nothing that you can do about that other than give it time. We both know that you don't want to ignore her because that only makes things worse, just give it time."
"But what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
"Well, I would suggest talking to your mother, or even Willow herself. Maybe discussing this with her would give you back control of your actions before things, er, get out of hand as you say they are."
"What? Giles, no! I can't talk to Willow about this! She'll hate me! And what about Fred? Giles, I don't want everybody to hate me."
"Well, Buffy, I still suggest talking to Willow about all of this. She is a mature young woman, and she happens to be your best friend. Maybe you should give her the chance to help you through this, and together you will be able to gain your control again." After she was quiet for a moment, Giles began to speculate something. "Buffy, tell me. Does it bother you more that you love Willow, or that you have no control when you're around her?" Her head shot up in shock.
"How can you ask me that? I could never be bothered by loving Willow. She's what keeps me going, don't you understand? Have you not been listening? I can't hurt her, she means too much to me. I touch her too long, too often in what seems purely platonic but is way more to me, and I linger a little to close to her body, and find silly excuses to be near her. She's all I ever think about lately, and it's effecting my slaying. This loss of control thing."
"Well, do you think we should wait then?"
"Wait for what?" Her face screamed with so many emotions: confusion, heartache, love, lust, adoration, selfishness, and selflessness. All she wanted was to fix this but she would not wait to make the world safe again so that she would have a chance to fix it.
"For the attack on the mayor. Do you think we should postpone until next month?"
"No."
"Buffy, I you're clearly not at your best right now. If something has been affecting your slaying, then maybe we should postpone. I don't want you going out there merely to get hurt."
"No. We fight tonight. I'm tired of dealing with him. We end this tonight, now that we have a chance. I'll just stay away from Willow as much as possible tonight, and make sure that when I am around her, somebody else is there, too. I won't postpone this."
"Alright, Buffy. Then, let's go over what will be required of you tonight." She nodded her agreement, and they continued to talk shop in his office. Unbeknownst to the slayer and watcher, a familiar figure was hearing the conversation from the library's entrance.
"Well, that sure explains a lot of what's been going on between those two." Cordelia Chase tapped her foot in annoyance, and realizing that she wouldn't be able to get Giles to retrieve the books she needed for a paper, she decided to leave the library. "It's always slay this, slay that. What about normal activities, like say, me needing research materials for my English paper?"
"Faith! Behind you!" Faith quickly spun around as she knocked the vamp she was currently fighting to the ground. Clutching her stake tightly, she lunged after the one running head on at her. As he jumped in the air, she kneeled down on one knee, and plunged the stake into him, turning him into ashes as he flew over her. She moved quickly to the vamp that was still lying on the ground, and dusted him. Then, she moved back over to help Angel dispose of the five vampires that he was attempting to fend off. Standing back to back, the two nodded, and did a quick sweep, Angel taking on two, Faith disposing of the other three. Once that was finished, they swept the dust from their bodies before taking a breather from the nonstop fighting that had occurred so far that night. When they arrived at City Hall, the three fighters started to quickly dispatch the vampires and demons that the mayor had roaming about that evening. Willow, Amy, and Fred had finished the spell, and gave them the signal that the mayor would probably be alerted that he was now vulnerable, and might not know he has super strength until they started to fight him. Buffy saw this as a good weak point to start with, and ran ahead of them, hoping that the mayor hadn't already discovered his increased power. With Willow's stunning sword, Buffy had taken off towards the mayor's office, while Angel and Faith tended to the minions. They had been fighting for what seemed like hours, and had encountered some rough spots but still found themselves still alive or undead, depending on how things are viewed.
"That was fun."
"Yeah. Never had more fun in my life."
"We should get to Buffy."
"Yeah, hope B saved some for us." They began running through the building, in search for the mayor's office.
"Or not. According to Giles, our best chance at killing him is by stunning him, and then decapitating him. Willow mentioned something about the strength of twenty demons alone."
"I wasn't really paying attention. Not my gig. Where is this place anyways? The building can't be that big."
"It's down here." Coming upon the door, Angel smashed it open, and revealed a kneeling Buffy with bloodstains, and a distant look. "Buffy? Buffy?" She didn't look up, and the two other fighters carefully made their way into the room. Angel went to Buffy's shocked form, and looked her injuries over. Faith stood at the door, keeping guard in case any other nasties decided to come out and play. "Buffy? Can you hear me?"
"Angel?" Buffy looked up at him with tears welling up in her eyes. "Angel?"
"Yeah, it's me. Buffy, what happened? Where's the mayor?" Suddenly, Buffy broke out into a fit of hysterics. Angel wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth.
"Yo, Fang! What's the what?" Faith stayed guard by the door, peeking out and in to see what the hysterical cries and laughter from Buffy were about exactly. "She finally go crazy or something?"
"Faith, we need to get out of here now."
"Fine by me. Where's the mayor?"
"I don't know, Buffy's not talking. We need to get her out of here." Angel wrapped his duster around Buffy, and picked her up, cradling her in his arms, as he noticed the sword by the mayor's desk. "Faith, grab the sword, and follow me. Let's get back to the library." Faith moved to grab the sword, and they ran out of City Hall as fast as possible, returning to the library within fifteen minutes. Angel swiftly moved Buffy's now unconscious form on the table, and Willow went to grab the first aid kit, while Fred tried to move the chairs, and spell remnants out of the way. Faith laid the sword down on the library counter, and the others just stood back to allow room for Willow to bandage Buffy's injuries. Giles, Xander, and Cordelia moved over to Angel and Faith, hoping for answers.
"What happened? Is she going to be okay?" Xander jumped in, hoping that his friend was going to be okay.
"I'm not sure. She ran ahead of us to get the upper hand in surprise, and we were fighting the other vamps and demons off. When we got to the mayor's office, we found her kneeling on the floor, blood everywhere, and an emotionless expression, like she was somewhere else. When she finally reacted, she broke out hysterically, and we ran straight here. She passed out on the way over."
"Faith, you're hurt." Cordelia moved to notice the cuts on Faith's knuckles, leg, and arms.
"I'm five by five. Blondie over there needs it more."
"No, you're bleeding. You need to clean those out before they get all infected, and gross. Something that's not all that attractive."
"Yes, I'm afraid Cordelia's right, Faith. You should have your injuries fixed, especially if you want them to heal right."
"Yeah, whatever." Cordelia ushered Faith to Giles's office, and grabbed the other first aid kit to clean her cuts and scrapes. Angel, Xander, and Giles continued their conversation.
"What of the mayor? Did you see if she defeated him? Were there any traces of much of a fight?" The three men kept sneaking glances towards the table, where Fred and Willow were tearing at Buffy's clothes to give them better access to clean her wounds.
"We didn't see anything. All we saw was Buffy in that trance like state, and the sword. There were real traces of a struggle but there was a lot of blood. You could smell it in the air." Upon seeing their glances, Angel backpedaled. "Well, I could smell blood in the air, and it wasn't just Buffy's. Something happened in there, and it was nasty. The room reeked of it."
"Well, that's good. We don't know if the mayor's dead, we have two slayers down, and our other witch had to finish her calculus. It's like an apocalypse with homework."
"Xander, there is no need to jump to conclusions. Once Buffy returns to consciousness, then we'll find out exactly what happened. I'm afraid she's the only one at this point." The boys slumped their shoulders in defeat, fear for Buffy and the world evident in their body language but none of them wanting to deal with the consequences of a super mayor on the loose in Sunnydale. They may have set him up for an early ascension instead of reversing the original one. Meanwhile, Cordelia was padding rubbing alcohol onto a large gash on Faith's arm.
"Yeah, well. Not so sure about that but there were a few." Cordelia looked up to find Faith looking out Giles's office window, staring at Willow, Fred, and Buffy. "You're worried about Buffy."
"Yeah. She was hurt pretty bad."
"Okay, that's putting it bluntly."
"She was like a lunatic in there."
"Who, Buffy? When is she not like a lunatic? This isn't news." She finished the wrapping, and grabbed the silver things to hold it together.
"I have no idea what went on in there but she went crazy mad. There was something in the air in that office. It was bad. I could feel it, like pure evil."
"Well, you're all patched up." Faith nodded, and they all gathered around the library, waiting for Buffy to return to the land of awake. It was dreary, and eerily quiet as hour by hour, the Scooby gang awaited their petite leader to stir. Willow was asleep with her head on the table, holding one of Buffy's hands in her own, while Fred slept with her head in her arms right next to her. Angel had to leave, since dawn was approaching, and Cordy had left earlier, having Faith walk her home. Xander was asleep on the stairs, while Giles was dozing in his office. Suddenly, Willow woke up to the movement of Buffy's hand squeezing in her own. She managed to look around, finding Fred next to her, and Xander on the stairs, snoring. Same old Xander. Aww...Fred, you're too cute. She leant over, and kissed her girlfriend's temple lightly, not wanting to wake her. She moved back up from her chair, checking on Buffy's wounds. Slayer healing was in full affect, and many of her bruises and cuts had disappeared but the major ones still remained. With no warning, Buffy suddenly shot up from the table, taking on a defensive posture.
"Buffy, it's okay. It's me. Willow." Willow moved over, and placed a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder, causing Buffy to calm down, and look into her eyes.
"Will? I thought I lost you. Oh, Will." She grabbed Willow into a fierce, slayer-powered hug.
"Oxygen. Buffy, breathe," she gasped out. Buffy released her strength but still held the girl in her arms. Then, she completely released the girl, and Willow not wanting to wake the others, grabbed Buffy's hand, and pulled her through the school until they reached the lounging area. Sitting on a couch, Buffy once again pulled Willow into a hug. "Not that I mind the sudden hugging but what happened?" Buffy released her, and looked her in the eyes, while placing her hands high on her thighs. "Buffy, what happened in the mayor's office? Angel and Faith said that you freaked out, like had a total mental breakdown in there. Did you kill the mayor?" Buffy sighed, averted her eyes, and then found Willow's once more.
"I killed him, Willow."
"That's great, Buffy!" Will's smile could only make Buffy smile in return but her smile quickly faltered as she remembered last night's fight. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you still hurt? Buffy, lay down. Did I miss a cut?" She moved to check Buffy's body over again but Buffy moved back in defense.
"No, you didn't miss anything. I'm fine. Well, physically fine. Something happened in there, Will. I don't know what it was but it was strong. I stunned the mayor with your sword, and just when I went to cut his head off, he started talking to me. Saying all sorts of things that made me back off, and I couldn't kill him."
"But you just said that you did."
"Yeah. No, I killed him. I just couldn't kill him while he was talking. It was like I was hypnotized, I couldn't control my actions, and I had to stand there and listen to him."
"What did he say?"
"Awful things, Willow. He got inside of my head, and I couldn't get him out. It was like he was pulling my internal thoughts, my biggest fears, desires, and fantasies, and using them to attack me. He was waiting for something."
"Maybe he was stalling so that the stunning power would wear off, and he could attack."
"Maybe. I don't know. Then, he said something that sparked something in me, and I went crazy. I started slashing at his body, all over the place. There was so much blood. So much evil. It went all over me. I couldn't get it off of me. It stained me, and then I just went into some sort of trance. I didn't want to think about it."
"Angel said they didn't see a body in there, though."
"They wouldn't find a body."
"Why not? Buffy, what's going on?" Willow's face was a mixture of concern and fear for her best friend. She placed her hands atop Buffy's that had moved even further up her thighs.
"The body..." Buffy began to sob. "The body just exploded, and I couldn't get him off of me. It was all over me. His evil, everything he had done in the past. It just sifted right into me, and I couldn't get it to leave. I'm a bad person."
"No, Buffy. You're not a bad person. You're the farthest from a bad person."
"But I killed a man, Willow."
"No, no you didn't. The mayor was hardly a man. He was anything but. He was doing something to corrupt you into thinking something that wasn't true. It's not true, Buffy. We're here. You're here. Everything is okay again. You saved the world from being destroyed!"
"That's what I do. I'm the slayer. Will?" Buffy rubbed her hand even further up Willow's thigh, moving inward towards her center with Willow's hands still atop of hers. Willow's took in a sharp intake of breath but did nothing to stop the attention, not knowing why.
"Buffy? What are you doing?" She looked up to find Buffy's extremely lust-filled eyes, and even though her inner self was screaming that was wrong, she still did nothing to stop her movements.
"Willow. The mayor. He said some things about you and me. The thing that caused me to suddenly go primal, and snap out of my daze was you." She leaned in closer to Willow but Will still did nothing to stop her.
"What? I mean, um...what did he say?"
"He somehow knew that I was in love with you, and said that I could never have you because you hated me. You couldn't stand the thought of me really. That you wanted to get rid of me but you had too big a heart to let me down."
"Buffy, that's crazy. I don't hate you."
"I know. That's when I came out of the trance he had on me but it wasn't until he said that I didn't deserve to love because I was meant to be nothing but an alone, worthless slayer that would die soon. Then, he said that he had sent his demon fleet here to kill you while we were there. That he'd known about our plans, and was prepared. When he said that you were already dead, something snapped inside me. It was primal, and suddenly, I was only kill. I had to protect you. When I snapped out of it after I'd killed him, I couldn't believe that you were dead. I had lost my will to live, and I just stayed there, in a trance, waiting for some big ugly to come, and just take me out. I can't live without you, Will." Their lips were only inches apart, and their breaths were causing goosebumps to form over their bodies, and hairs to stick up on the back of their necks.
"Buffy..." Willow sounded pleading but also like she wanted to say something else. She was suddenly stopped by a pair of slayer lips on her own, kissing her greedily, and predatorily. Willow leaned into her, responding to the kiss, as Buffy slipped her arms around Willow's waist and neck, pulling her head in closer to intensify the kiss. When she heard Willow moan into her mouth, Buffy moved her tongue into the other girl's mouth, starting a sensual dance with the other girl's tongue. Buffy moaned in response when she felt Willow loosen up in her arms, and wrap her hands around Buffy's waist. Just as Willow was about to run her hands up Buffy's back, both girls heard a man clearing his throat loudly.
"Buffy? Willow?" They broke apart, faces flushed, hair tousled, and breathing rapid, and found Giles cleaning his glasses furiously, averting his gaze, Xander standing gape-jawed with a little drool hanging from his chin, and Fred shocked with an extremely hurt expression on her face before she turned and ran down the hall back towards the library. Willow moved around the couch, in hopes to follow her girlfriend.
"Fred!" She shouted at the retreating figure. Xander came out of his reverie in time to grab a distraught Willow. He wrapped his arms around her struggling form, disallowing her to run after her girlfriend. "Xander! Let me go! I have to talk to Fred!! Xander, let me go! Please. You have to let me go. Fred..." She broke down sobbing, and her body went limp, bringing Xander to the floor with her. Buffy just stared at the scene before her. Giles cleaning his glasses, wide-eyed with a look of anger, Xander comforting the woman that she loved, and Fred throwing open the library doors.
"Well, Buffy. I think that I would rather like to talk to you and Willow in my office when you, um, are finished here." He placed his glasses back on, and turned, walking towards the library himself. When he reached the library doors, they flung open with Fred running the other way, retreating from the school without having to bypass them. Buffy felt as though she lost everything, and walked towards the library as though she were walking to her execution. Once again, something had taken control of her body, and she couldn't stop herself from kissing Willow with all the passion and fervor that she that could muster. Xander helped Willow stand, and they made their way to the library behind her. It was one extremely uncomfortable experience for the core Scooby gang. One that they would never forget.