Comfort
by Red
chapter 4
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Comfort
chapter 4
Red
Joss' folk.
W/C...T/G...and more...BUFFY WILL BE HERE...
Summary: After The Gift, comfort is needed...comfort is found...in unusual places.
For my beautiful baby girl.
"Willow Rosenberg."
Willow cringed...over the past week, she had grown painfully aware of what that tone meant....her bottom, bare on the recieveing end of Queen C's hand or brush. It was all part of the therapy...ridding the redhead of her guilt over Buffy's death.
"Fred said that you didn't touch your lunch."
Willow made a mental note to explain to the new girl the importance of nerd solidarity. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face her 'therapist', opting for the, I can charm my way outta this, plan. The attempt stopped before it even started when the witch saw what was in her friend's hand.
Cordelia, noting the look of horror on her face, smirked and help the paddle up.
"I had a feeling I would be needing this...that's why I swung by the naughty store and picked it up after dropping that file off for Angel. Don't wanna break my poor brush."
"No, no, you definately DO NOT need that."
"Oh I think I do...we had the, you have to eat talk, how many times?" She tapped the wood against her palm as she stepped closer to Willow, backing the witch up against the front desk. "What exactly did we agree upon? Refresh my memory, please."
Willow swallowed hard. Agreed? More of, what did you tell me, leaving me no room to argue.
"At least three meals a day, every day and Cordelia, I swear, I was planning on eating something...just, wasn't hungry at the moment."
Cordelia leaned in, brushing her lips over Willow's and kissing her softly. She then moved to her ear and whispered just as softly.
"You have 2 minutes to get to the room and get into posistion...or I will bare that sexy ass right here in the lobby."
Willow felt her knees weaken...and not just from fear. Nodding, she hurried off, up the stairs, leaving a smirking May Queen enjoying the view.
"The queen of L.A. in love with Sunnydale sunshine...warms this heart o mine."
She turned to see Lorne standing in the doorway, a huge smile on his face.
"I bought her a prezzy," she beemed, holding the paddle up.
He laughed as he walked over to her.
"I see that...I do believe I have created a monster." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How's it goin', kitten?"
"She isn't eating...a few bites here and there...last night, she tried to pass a Baby Ruth off as dinner."
"She listens to you...never seen those stairs hit so fast. That's a good sign...you're doin' well, peaches." He kissed her other cheek. "The big lug in? He wanted some info about an old customer of mine."
"Office...now if you will excuse me, I do have business to attend to."
She smiled and made her way up the stairs. Lorne shook his head, chuckled and headed for the office.
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Giles smiled and leaned over, placing a soft kiss on Tara's lips as she slept. Or so, he thought.
"Morning," she breathed, opening her eyes and smiling.
"Playing possum, naughty witch."
He grinned and kissed her again, this time, deeper, harder and she responded hungrily, her arms wrapping around him, her mouth dancing with his. When they finally broke for air, she smiled proudly as he gasped for a breath.
"Dear lord."
"Aw, I'm sorry...too much for Mr. Watcher so early in the morning?"
He smirked and rolled atop her, his hands holding hers down on the bed.
"Now, now, luv...you know what happens when you tease me."
He drug his lips over her neck, teasing a bit himself, his tongue snaking out and dancing ever so lighlty over the spot behind her ear...the one that, when touched just so, made her whimper so sweetly.
Just as it was now.
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"Chubbs, what the bloody hell are you doin' here? It's soddin' nine am in the bloody mornin'."
Xander dropped the brown paper bag onto the bed and stood there. Spike cocked a brow and picked it up.
"Best not be a cross in here," he muttered, opening the bag and looking inside. "Bloody hell."
"Saw it when I took Dawn to the mall last night...thought ya might like it...figure it gets boring as hell being stuck in here all day."
The vampire pulled the thick book out of the bag and smiled as he read the cover.
"Behind the Passion...an inside look at daytime's hottest show." He looked up at Xander. "Thanks, mate."
Xander waved a hand. "Owed you man...taking that demon horned thing out as it went for An...ironic, huh? Three demons and the one that goes after my girl is the horney one." He chuckled and Spike smiled.
"Senses...demons got em'...thank you."
"You're welcome."
Spike cocked a brow. "What's wrong? And don't say nothing, cause' I know that's a soddin' lie."
Xander shrugged. "Don't know what to do...everywhere I go, I feel like I don't belong there...because she's not there."
He forced the tears back, but Spike knew they were there.
"Know how that feels, mate..." He patted the bed and Xander sat down. "Feel that way, too. I know none of you believe me, but I did love her...swear on my own unlife I did."
Xander stared at the floor. "I know."
The vamp's brow went up. "You do?"
Xander nodded. "When you didn't tell Glory about Dawn, I knew."
"Couldn't let the bit' get hurt...like her I do."
They were quiet for a moment, sitting in the silence, each reflecting on the slayer in their own way.
"I loved her the first time I saw her," Xander finally spoke. "She was all into Angel...I never had a chance."
Spike pft-ed. "Bloody poof, what's the deal with him, anyway? Dru always loved 'her daddy'...made me soddin' sick it did."
"Chicks like the hair...gel boy."
Spike laughed. "The dippidy doo poof!"
Xander fell back on the bed. "Mr. Mousse."
Spike fell back next to him, laughing just as hard.
"Ya mean, mousse man!"
Xander's hands went to his side.
"Mousse Man Investigations...we help the mousseless."
"BLOODY SODDIN' HELL!"
They lost what little they had left, rolling on the bed, laughing as they held their sides. Ten minutes later, they finally calmed down and that's when Xander noticed Spike's sheet was no longer covering him.
"She would like this...you and I, laughing together, gettin' along...wouldn't like that it was at the great poof's expense, but still..."
Xander smiled. "This laugh's for you, Buf." He held up an imaginary glass and Spike did the same.
Their hands touched and their eyes met. Neither Xander or Spike knew who moved first, but seconds later, their lips pressed together.
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Fred peeked over her book as Willow and Cordelia came into the kitchen, the brunette carrying a pillow.
"Good morning, Fred," Codelia purred with a smile, placing the pillow in one of the chairs. "Sit Willow."
The redhead did as she was told, taking her seat carefully, wincing as she did.
"Waffles or pancakes?"
Willow really didn't have an appetite, but she also really didn't want to be bent over the kitchen table, so she said waffles.
"Good morning, Willow," Fred softly said.
The redhead just looked at her, sending the shy girl back into her book.
"Willow, be nice."
"She's the reason I'm having breakfast on a pillow."
"No, YOU are the reason...because you are so stubborn, refusing to eat and insane, arguing with me at two o'clock in the morning instead of sleeping. Now, be nice or it will two pillows under that sexy little ass."
She dropped the waffles into the toaster and grabbed two plates. As she went for the forks, she heard a low growl. Without saying a word, she stepped over to the table, took Willow's arm, pulled her to her feet, pulled her pj pants down and bent her over the table.
spankspankspankspankspank*
"Do NOT growl at me, little witch."
*spankspankspankspankspank*
"Unless it's in that, sexy way...which that, was not."
She landed her hand another ten times, then returned the redhead's pjs to their upright posistion, sat her back down and was back in time to catch the toaster as the waffles popped up.
Fred just sat there, eyes wide, afraid to move. She wasn't alone. Willow's bottom was on fire...the brunette's little hand spanking having relit the one leftover from her paddle last night...and desperately begged to be rubbed. But the redheaded witch didn't dare. She sat quietly.
"Here ya go...I can make more if you want...I got that whole toaster thing down pat."
She set the plate, a glass of juice and some syrup on the table, along with a napkin and a fork.
"Willow, don't you owe Fred and apology?"
"No, it's ok, really," Fred softly noted from behind her book.
"I'm sorry, Fred...it's not your fault I'm sitting on pillows."
Willow smiled at her and Fred smiled back. Cordy kissed her red head and grabbed her own juice and plate and sitting down at the table.
"Good witch...after breakfast, I'll put some more lotion on that cute little butt."
Willow had to smile...lotion, she had come to learn, had a whole new meaning when Cordy was involved.