Loving Willow More
by Rin
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A/N: Why do birds suddenly appear? Everytime...you are near. Just like me...they long to be...close to you. LOL. Sorry...I've been channeling the Carpenters, and need bitchslapped.
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The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon, and as the rays slowly made their way into windows, people were starting to prepare for their morning rituals. This particular morning, though, was privy to a brand new morning ritual, the first of many to come if things went as planned. Just as the rays seeped through the uncovered windows of room 214 in Stevenson Hall at UC Sunnydale, a blonde girl started to stir. Physically, nobody would be able to tell because the room was still quiet as a mouse; the only noises were that of the heavy breathing coming from the redhead in the bed beside her. Mentally preparing herself for waking up, Buffy felt more relaxed than she ever had since she was a child. Taking the time to breathe deeply, she inhaled a few extra scents close by that she hadn't smelled in what felt like ages: the familiar clean aroma that was Willow, mixed with the smell of the previous night's activities. With a shit-eating grin, she began to stretch her limbs, and the body that was snuggled to her stirred slightly in protest. After she opened her eyes, there was a huge pile of red hair in front of her face, and Buffy wrapped her arms tighter around her girlfriend, holding her in place, and knowing that she would die happy at that moment. Last night, she had experienced true happiness, and this morning, her soul was still in tact. The relationship was definitely going to work.
"Mmm..." Willow snuggled closer, coming out of her own dreamscape but hesitant to leave. There were visions of sugarplums, and a naked Buffy dancing in her head; not something she wanted to readily give up so easily.
"I agree..." The quiet, hoarse voices that were common in most after departing from a restful sleep was evident in both girls. Buffy more so, since she was already getting a warm, tingly feeling all over again by just being close to Willow. Their heated skin attached everywhere was not helping matters any. As far as morning afters, it was better than her last one.
"Buffy, what time is it?" The blonde was so wrapped up in her musings, and body's reactions to notice that Willow had finally crossed back over, and was now looking dazed with pillow creases across her face, and auburn locks tousled every which way.
"Oh, sorry, Wills. Um..." Buffy looked up, and checked the clock. Instead of answering her girlfriend, she gave a mischievous grin before latching their mouths together fervently. There was time for at least another two rounds before their classes started for the day.
"Hey! No fair! I wasn't even..." All protests were halted by another feverish kiss. Apparently, Buffy had woken up a little horny. Breaking apart, Willow giggled at the way the blonde kept trying to keep kissing with a playful pout when she was held at arm's length. "As much as what you're implying sounds great right about now, we're both still a little sticky. Showers and class, missy! Scoot!"
With groans and grumbles that would put any kid to shame, Buffy crawled out of bed after her girlfriend. They put their robes on, and before Willow went out the door, Buffy wrapped her arms around her waist. Leaning in, she placed her chin on the redhead's shoulder, and gave her tiny, soft little kisses on the cheek and jaw.
"You'll never guess what I'm thinking right now..." Buffy swayed them slightly, as Willow finally rolled her eyes amusedly, and gave in a little by wrapping her own arms around Buffy's.
"I know exactly what you're thinking, which is why I need to get out that door before I change my mind. Otherwise, we'll never make it to class, and I have a quiz today." She leaned her body further back in the embrace, and fluttered her eyes closed excitedly when she felt Buffy start kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"What am I thinking then? Hmmm??" Buffy just kept teasing her, knowing that she had to go to class, too. She needed to turn in a 10-page research paper for History on Rasputin.
"You're thinking that you can sway me with your lusty wrong ways. I tell you, I will not succumb to the pressure." The two were definitely playful together but eventually, responsibility rules over lust that can be quelled later. Seizing the moment would come later...
"Spoilsport." Buffy kissed her cheek one last time, and let go the embrace, patting Willow on the butt as she walked out the door to the showers. Taking a deep breath after she was gone, the blonde did a little happy dance inside the room. Outside the door, Willow was doing something similar, only getting stared at strangely by other student's in the hall. She didn't care, though. They were in love...
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"Ms. Summers, I'd like a word with you if you have a moment." Dr. Walsh was standing by the water fountain next to where Buffy just finished getting a drink. She tucked her hair behind her ears before fully relaying her attention to her former professor.
"Is there a problem, Dr. Walsh?" She was in too good a mood to care about the answer but she asked the question anyways. Being the slayer always made you ask questions before jumping into situations. Not knowing what you were getting into could cost you your life. On the other hand, spontaneity was the spice of life, and she never knew what she'd face next. Apparently, her next foe was a psychology professor.
"Not at all. I'd like to see you in my office." The scientist started walking, not giving Buffy an ultimatum on the subject, so the young student followed her.
"Am I gonna like this?" Buffy took the offered seat, as Dr. Walsh walked around, and sat at her desk, placing her briefcase by her chair.
"That depends." Walsh tucked her fingers together, and studied Buffy over her knuckles. She was such a small girl but she had the ability to pick up five overweight men at a time without much effort. It was truly intriguing. "I have been studying you, Ms. Summers."
"Um...don't you have to have a permission slip, or something to do that? I mean, you can't just..." Buffy was interrupted by the stone glare being sent to her in waves. "Right, um...so, are you studying for a test? If so, then I'm sure you'll want to know that I like ice skating...WITHOUT the irony, dummies give me the wiggins, and if I never hear Cher's "Believe" again, then it'll be too soon. Anything else you need to know?"
"How long have you been the slayer?" Walsh tries to hold back her cocky grin but isn't faring so well. Her suspicions had been confirmed one night when her undercover squad ran across her dusting a vamp on campus. Her cover story was panicky, and highly unrealistic. She was a psychologist; she knew human behavior, and her reaction to them witnessing the event screamed confirmation. The night before, she had been watching the surveillance camera in the room, and was interested to note the intimacy between the two girls in the room. Like the true voyeur she was, Maggie Walsh took notes on everything: stamina, position, movements. After all, it was all in the name of science.
"Uh..." Buffy was startled, and the straightforwardness of her former professor was a little overwhelming. The way she had said it told her that the woman knew more than she let on originally. Now, it was time to go into defense mode. "I mean, what's a slayer?"
"No need to bullshit me, Summers. I know who you are. I've confirmed that you are the
slayer, and now I want to study you." She released her fingerlock, and stood from her desk. Approaching Buffy, she towered over her, causing the young student to be intimidated for a moment. It was good to note that the intimidation didn't last long, and that Buffy could hold the stare with ease. "Now, I'm wanting to do studies on the slayer; get inside their minds, see them in action, know how they work. I want to separate the fact from the fiction, and do a full scientific study on you."
"Um, see...that's the thing. I'm thinking no." Buffy stood up to leave before there were any protests but for once, she wasn't fast enough.
"Haven't you ever wondered where your power comes from? Why it works the way it does? Just how far your limit is with your powers? You're the thing that demons are scared of; just by saying you're the slayer doesn't make them crawl with fear. Don't you want to know what does?" By the hesitation in Buffy, Dr. Walsh knew that she had hooked her bait. Now, she just had to reel her in completely. "The experiments would be controlled, and your safety would be our number one priority. Don't make any decisions just yet; talk it over with that girlfriend of yours, and then get back to me. Just remember; I'm giving you an opportunity here, Ms. Summers that people search their whole lives for: to know what and who they are. If I were you, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity because there may not be another one in your line of work." Buffy didn't say another word, just clutched her bag to her shoulder, and left. When she was gone, Walsh smirked because she knew by the interactions recorded from her room, a silent Buffy meant a thinking Buffy, and there was no doubt in the scientist's mind that her subject would return.
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Willow was sitting in the library, studying with Tara, and humming again. Since she had never actually met Buffy, the blonde assumed that the two were just friends, and nothing more. She was majorly crushing on Willow, and had just found out earlier that day that there was a chance for her. When they were removing their items for study, Willow's picture book fell out of her bag, and Tara bent over to pick it up for her. The blush on her face when she handed it to her was redder than a radish. They just connected when they did spells, and the power that would flow through them was so magickal, intense, and physical that it felt like euphoria each time. Willow was beaming because she finally had a chance to show Tara all the friends that she talked about with her. She showed a newer picture of her and Buffy that they had taken two weeks ago at the park. They had asked an elderly lady to take a picture of them swinging together with Willow on her lap, while Buffy had her arms wrapped around her waist. However, the redhead left out the part that she had to deflect Buffy's hands from trying to cop a feel before the woman took the picture.
Then, she showed a picture of Buffy, Xander, and her their sophomore year, not too long after Buffy had moved to Sunnydale. They were just posing for Giles, who took five minutes to figure out the technology of the digital camera.
Next, a picture of her and Fred looking cuddly in the grass in the quad at the high school. They were still in that early stage of puppy love, and were snuggled together on the ground with Willow's head resting on the brunette's chest, arm wrapped firmly around her, while Fred was completely wrapped around her. Their limbs were tangled, and their eyes were closed. Xander had taken that picture, thinking to either use it as blackmail, or for personal use later when he was alone. When Willow had found the picture on Xander's dresser the next year, she pilfered it, and slapped him playfully for thinking with his hormones. Still, she couldn't help smiling because they were cute all cuddled together taking a nap between classes.
However, it was the next picture that caused the eyebrows to rise, and the stuttering to occur. Willow and Fred were doing some serious kissage on a couch at the Bronze. Their limbs were again tangled together but hands were roaming through hair this time. Xander had once again earned a playful slap, and a blushing smile. Looking through the pictures again, Willow decided she couldn't wait to put more pictures like that of her and Buffy in the small book. She sighed, willing evening to occur, so that they could celebrate the blonde's night off from slayage. It was Faith's night with Giles, so she wasn't needed, and the redhead planned on making extremely good use of their time. When she came out of her reverie, she noticed Tara's shocked expression, and the two newfound friends discussed something else they had in common: they were both members of the upside down triangle club.
Now, though, they continued to study. Buffy was due any minute back at the dorm, and Willow wanted to finish quickly but she didn't want to make Tara feel rushed. Moving along, they just took it bit by bit until time finally rolled around to leave. Standing up, and putting things away, Tara raised a little nerve, and decided to try her luck. However, she could never get the words past her lips. Once they were walking along the sidewalks outside, Willow stopped in front of Tara's dorm to say goodnight. She really was enjoying the time she spent with her new friend; after all, she now had a sister in power, and somebody that could help guide her along the right path. The blonde Wicca was a pure, kind-hearted person, and it was hard not to like the shy girl.
"Thanks for studying with me." Willow was a little eager to get to Buffy, and she didn't want to seem so but she couldn't stop fidgeting. She was already getting all kinds of naughty thoughts.
"N-not a problem." Tara ducked behind her long mane, as she clutched her books to her chest tightly. She was going to do it. "W-willow...I, um...t-that is..."
"Hey? Is something wrong?" Willow stopped fidgeting long enough to notice the nervousness in her friend, and placed a comforting hand on the blonde's forearm. Little did she know that it was doing more than comforting her.
"N-no. Nothing's wrong. I was j-just wondering if you'd maybe l-like to...just go out?" The hopeful look on Tara's face sent sympathy to Willow. There was a time not that long ago that she was the same way: too afraid to meet new people.
"Well, I can't right now. I have to meet Buffy." When she saw the girl's face fall, she mirrored her earlier comforting gesture. "I would like to some other time, though. If that's alright with you?"
"O-oh! Um...fine. I mean, yes." Tara's eyes lit up, and her heart swelled. Willow had just agreed to go out with her. "When are you free?" Tara couldn't believe it, and she felt her confidence swell a little. This beautiful redhead that could probably get anybody she wanted had just agreed on a date...with HER.
"Great. Um, I'm free Thursday night before 9. That's when Buffy gets home, so I'll need to be there when she gets there." Of course, Willow was oblivious to Tara's true intentions. She thought that the blonde had just wanted to hang out, maybe have some coffee. The redhead was always the one asking her to do stuff, and it was the first time her new friend suggested getting together. Willow was floating too high on cloud Buffy to notice anything else. They'd agreed to meet that night around 5 at the Espresso Pump downtown, and they could go to the magick shop that had just reopened under new ownership, and grab some coffee afterwards. After hugs, Willow walked with a little more bounce in your shoes, and started humming again. One guy walked by, and dog whistled at her but she ignored him...she was on a mission: seduce the slayer.
When she got to the dorm, there was a note from Buffy, telling her to close her eyes. She grinned lovingly at the helpless romantic that was her girlfriend, placed her bag on her bed, and closed her eyes. After a few moments, nothing happened, so she opened them again. Thinking that maybe it was just a test, she started putting her things away, and when that was finished, still no sign of Buffy. Then, she started to panic, thinking that her girlfriend must've been called out to help Faith after all, and that something was the matter. She managed to calm herself down somewhat from her frantic pacing once she realized that the blonde would leave her a note, and the note there was to just close her eyes. Deciding to calm her flailing nerves even further, she sat on the end of her bed, hands clutched nervously on her lap, and closed her eyes. It took another minute and a half before the door creaked open, and Buffy came in startled to find her there.
"Will! You're not supposed to be here for another ten minutes!" Buffy pouted, sad that her little plan had been botched.
"Well, we finished early, and I may have ran the rest of the way when I dropped off Tara." Willow grinned sheepishly, and just stayed in place. "Would you like me to close my eyes NOW?"
"Well, no. That's okay. You're here, and that's all that matters." Buffy tackled her to the bed, and planted little tender kisses all over her face, causing them both to giggle.
"Why did I have my eyes closed anyways?" Willow was pinned beneath her girlfriend...a very promising position from her point of view.
"I was going to surprise you." The huskiness in her tone indicated that Buffy had some naughty things in mind herself. The sex was still new but all day long, she'd been craving more. She just couldn't get last night from her head, and the emotions and feelings that ran high...it was overload, and she didn't mind one bit. Her history professor called her out for not paying attention, and she blushed even more than her already heated face was from thinking about the entire evening. The gift exchange, the kisses, the dancing...making love...it was perfect. Buffy had actually run into the bathroom between classes to wipe herself before she leaked through her jeans. It was torture. When she returned to the dorm, she was shaking all over, needing more...so much more...she was almost tempted to run to the library, and just take Willow on the table but she ruled that out for fear of embarrassing her lover. That's when she came up with the idea to surprise her.
"Surprise me how exactly?" Willow smirked, thinking along the same lines. Her insatiability was well known in her relationship with Fred. The redhead was looking forward to the slayer stamina she was once (albeit not on her own freewill) privy to, only this time from the person she loved.
"Well...I planned on an elegant evening of wining, dining, and sixty-nining." The mock seriousness in Buffy quickly made the two collapse on each other, and giggle endlessly. There was a major blush, heated bodies, and a playful slap but it was all in teasing fun. Actually, the idea didn't sound so bad...
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About two hours south of Sunnydale, another new couple was having the opposite problem. Gunn lay next to Fred in her bed. They were both covered, and he looked pleased with himself. However, she just lay there, clutching the blanket to her body, and staring at the ceiling with a look of remorse. When Gunn finally fell asleep from exhaustion, Fred quietly left her bed, grabbed her robe, and left her room. Finding her way downstairs, she found Cordelia talking with Angel.
Doyle had died recently, and it was hard on the former cheerleader. There was actual relationship potential there, and Fred found herself consoling her best friend just as she'd done not that long ago. It seemed that Cordy was okay now, talking to Angel she was actually laughing. She was having visions now, and had confided in her that the headaches were unreal. Angel sniffed the air, and Fred could tell he smelled Gunn on her, and that made her feel dirty and ashamed. Making eye contact, and seeing the grim expression on her face, the vampire nodded, and left her with Cordelia. When he was out of sight, Fred finally broke down, and started sobbing at the end of the stairs. Her friend ran to her, and ushered her into Angel's office, shutting the door behind them.
"What? Fred, are you okay?" Cordy wrapped her arms around her friend, smoothing down her tousled locks. Fred's wails were apparently inconsolable until the tears subsided. "Why do you smell like sex?" That only made things worse, and Fred clutched tighter to Cordelia's blouse. Finally, after several long minutes, the young scientist released her death grip, and collapsed in a chair. "Now, tell me, sweetie... what's wrong?"
"I feel so horrible." The anguish there cut Cordy, and the pain was relentless.
"I gathered that much. Now, why do you feel horrible?" Cordelia sat in the chair next to Fred, and placed one hand of comfort on her knee, and the other stroking her hair to keep her calm.
"I was wrong, Cordy. I was sooo wrong. I never should have left her. I wasn't thinking. If I hadn't've left, I wouldn't feel like this, and things would be okay. I would be happy. WE would be happy together, and things would be perfect, and what have I done?" Again, she broke down, and Cordelia just pulled her towards her in a motherly fashion, wondering where in the hell all of this mothering came from lately.
"Shh...it's okay. I know, sweetie. It still hurts but at the time, you were hurting more by staying together. Tell me what brought this on all of a sudden? I thought you and Gunn were doing..."
"Yeah. I tried, Cordy. I did, and I thought sex would make things better...that I would finally... oh, Willow...what have I done?" She just clutched to Cordy again, trying to make sense of it all. After talking it over with Cordelia and Angel, Fred had finally understood what had happened with the crystal was nobody's fault but Spike's, and there was nothing short of destroying the thing that would stop the things from happening. When Angel pointed out that it was Willow's love for her that managed to break the spell long enough to find the crystal to destroy it, Fred felt like a major problem had been lifted, and she had finally completely forgiven the redhead for something that didn't need forgiveness, and she managed to forgive herself for being so stupid, and reacting the way that she had. Cordelia assured her that time heals all wounds but the past month felt horrible. Fred felt worse than she did when she had left Willow sobbing on the ground, and it was all her own fault. She thought that it was because she felt guilty about moving on with Gunn but there was something else, and last night, she woke up with a huge part of herself missing. Okay, a little dramatic, true but it's how she felt...leave her alone! That's what made her jump into bed with Gunn tonight; she wanted to feel something, and that's what came to mind first. That, and the guy was coaxing her to finally do it. She just gave in; problem was that she didn't enjoy it...not at all. In fact, she just lay there motionless, and even emotionless, as he did his business inside her body.
"Sex doesn't always solve problems. I mean...take a look at Angel. He starts making out with Buffy, and they have nothing else to do...relationship is kind of a dead end..." Cordelia stopped to chuckle at her own joke a moment. She was channeling a little Xander, which reminded her to email back later about his problem. That was another issue entirely, though. "Sorry but seriously. They have sex, he loses his soul, and goes around killing all of her friends. You remember that time, I know..."
"I just don't know what to do anymore, Cordelia. I feel like I've ruined everything; I still love her soooo much. I never stopped loving her, and now I'm stuck in a situation I don't want to be in, and I'm sick. I just want Willow to hold me like she used to and tell me everything's going to be fine." There were quiet sobs, as she leaned forward in her chair, burying her head in her hands. Cordelia just moved her own position to rub Fred's back soothingly to calm her down. "I've got to do something about it but I just don't know what."
"Well, why don't you go to bed, get some rest, and we'll talk about this some more in the morning? We're all tired lately, and could use a little vacation." Cordelia watched Fred nod affirmatively, and helped her upstairs. Suddenly, the sobbing girl stopped, remembering the state she left her room.
"I can't go back to my room."
"Why not?" The panic and pain in Fred's eyes made Cordelia have to look away, and she knew that her best friend needed to go up there, and fix the mess she was in with Gunn at the moment...at least kick him out of the room, but she sympathized, and went to help her.
When they entered the room, they found Gunn awake, walking through the room in his boxers, stretching with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. When he saw Fred's tear-stained face, he immediately was concerned.
"What's wrong, Fred? Baby? Look at me..." Gunn leant down to her level, and coaxed her face to look at him. She still wouldn't make eye contact. "Did it hurt? Was I too big? I didn't realize..."
"Gunn, maybe you should head home for the night, and talk about this in the morning." Cordelia's face gave him no ultimatum, so he finished getting dressed, wrapped his arms around Fred, kissed her lightly, ignoring the tense reactions, and left the room.
"I feel so awful..." Fred was back to sobbing again, and collapsed on her couch. Cordelia just followed, and it wasn't too long until the two girls fell asleep on the sofa buried around Kleenex piles. Everybody needed some rest, and rest they shall have.
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A/N: I still need rest from finals, and they've been over for two weeks now! Okay, so I'm just lazy.