Blind Sided
by alicorn
Blind Sided
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Blind Sided B/W — BtVS
I don't own them, wish i did, but i know i don't.
Part 1
"Oh my god. They are everywhere." Said Willow, as she watched couples kissing. "I could really get to hate New Year."
Buffy laughed and they walked up to the door of the Scarlet Cloak.
A stone arch and six steps, secluded the entrance to this female only bar. Buffy threaded her arm into Willow's, as they approached the door.
"That's it Buffy, boost my ego," smiled Willow. Although this pretence of being a couple, to get into the Scarlet Coat, had become almost second nature for them.
"Nasty job but someone's got to do it." Said Buffy, suggestively winking at her friend.
Willow laughed and smiled at her friend, adoration in her eyes. When they went out, they tried to forget about their messy lives and never deserted one another.
In the olden days, before the great love took Anya and Xander from their nights out, they had lived at the Bronze. These days, they took turns going to the Bronze and the Scarlet Coat, paying homage to both of their lifestyle choices.
Once ensconced just off the dance floor with drinks in hand, they people watched. Gazing at those dancing Buffy placed her drink on the shelf, removed Willow's from her hand and did the same. "C'mon" she mouthed dragging her to the dance floor.
Drowning in the music, Willow played her usual game of pulling back from really flirting with her friend, instead she over did the comments, so that she could get away with what she was thinking because she hammed it up so. She'd been doing it for months, slowly allowing herself to feel comfortable with letting out some of her unrequited feelings, in a way that she and Buffy could both handle. Whenever they danced she watched that beautiful body move, its rhythm, those eyes light up, that smile explode and her insides would long to brush against Buffy, but all she did was camply mouth lyrics to her, in apparent homage to the 80's disco revival.
For she had once drunkenly confessed her attraction, during a primitive Beer led episode and the embarrassment of being drunkenly patted on the head, like a sweet child, by her also primitive Beer led best friend, was something she didn't want to go through again. So Willow vowed that she would never get that drunk or honest with her friend again.
Buffy though seemed oblivious to her discomfort and was moving so temptingly tonight, almost touching her, tempting her with her eyes and almost touching her again, tempting her with more near misses than usual, invading her dance space. Willow threw the thoughts that were forming in her mind aside and dismissed these events as a result of an overcrowded dance floor. Freud would have a field day in her head, she thought and quietly laughed out loud. Having regained her balance she let the music take over again.
The music shifted into smoochy and she looked awkwardly at Buffy. Who just shrugged? As Willow turned to leave the dance floor, a hand halted her and she turned back, to be presented with Buffy's smiling face. "C'mon, your dying for a slow dance. So I better catch you before someone else does."
Willow stood momentarily puzzled, then she saw a woman, heading towards them, her intent face and eyes centred on her Buffy. Her mind quickly translated Buffy's words to read, 'defend me'.
Although the idea of her defending the Slayer, would in most realms, be just plain silly, Buffy just hadn't mastered the art of turning a woman down, without it becoming a scene, so Willow had become adept at stepping in protectively when required. Willow wasn't really large with the butch, but she had just figured that if she just did what Buffy would do if the roles were reversed, that would do it and it worked just fine.
"Thought you'd never ask." She grinned and stepped towards her friend, her only thought defending her friend from the need to fend off unwanted attention. She boldly stepped into the no go zone of Buffy's dance space, for once not conscious of any possible miss-interpretation.
After a brief organisation of limbs, Buffy being slightly smaller, they settled, Willow's arms were rested on Buffy's shoulders, as she wound her arms around Willow's waist. Buffy tilted her head into Willow's until their foreheads kissed and they smiled at each other. 'mission accomplished' thought Willow as out of the corner of her eye she saw the woman change course.
As they began to dance Willow remembered the last time they had been this close, Tara had left and she had been crying. Buffy had held her as she sobbed, she could still remember the depth of those breaths and the little shakes that had run through her. She had felt such a looser, first Oz then Tara. That was when she had given up all hope.
But now all Willow could feel was the warmth of Buffy's body. She could smell her scent; almost feel her skin, through that tantalisingly thin top. The swaying of Buffy's legs and hips against hers, was very distracting, but it was all but irrelevant compared to the sensation of Buffy's breasts pressing against hers. She lost sanity in fits and spats; sure she was in a dream, or in hell, depending on where she imagined this would go. Her mind a helter skelter of roads, each either an opportunity or a disaster, from one second to the next. Sweet insanity bathed her mind.
Willow could feel her nipples hardening and her sex tighten. 'Dear God' she thought, 'Buffy must notice. The whole world is able to see how aroused I am.' Madness ran over her as heady as ambrosia and she enjoyed the partial asphyxiation that was this moment of fear.
Buffy turned her head and rested it on Willow's shoulder, her breath tickling the bare skin she found there. The nape of Buffy's neck drew Willow's gaze and she imagined how it would taste to kiss that one spot, where Angel had tasted her, just how sensitive and tasty was her legendary neck. 'Bad Willow, Bad Willow' she chastised herself.
She felt Buffy gently hug her and heard her whisper, "Thankyou."
"Anytime," she replied in a voice she hardly recognised as her own.
"What are you thinking?" she heard Buffy ask.
Willow sighed and lifted her eyes to look at their companions on the dance floor, searching for a thought to replace those she could not utter. "Look at them. Kissing and teasing. Sometimes I miss that so much."
"I'll kiss you." Buffy replied.
Willow stopped moving and Buffy raised her head to hear her carefully reply, "Thanks for the offer Buffy, but that wouldn't be a good idea."
"Why, Will." Buffy asked innocently.
"Cos, it would mess with us. I'd hate me in the morning and although you'd try very hard not to, so would you." On a lighter note she added. "Aside of which, I wouldn't want to tempt you." Willow winked, hamming it up again.
"What if I want to be tempted?" She quietly and suggestively replied.
Not taking Buffy's saucy look at face value, she played along and pulled her closer. "Gee tempting you, there's a fantasy come true." She raised her eyebrow as lecherously as she could manage.
"One fantasy coming up." Buffy replied and before Willow could react, she claimed her lips.
At first dumbstruck she froze. Not knowing what to do as Buffy gently massaged her lips. Such soft warm lips, tempting, teasing — she surrendered to the need within her. Buffy's lips made hers so sensitive to each brush, taste, and caress. Buffy's lips were so edible, the promised taste filled her and she was in. Exploring, savouring, pulling her closer. 'I'm dreaming' she assured herself.
Then Buffy invaded her mouth and she was no longer holding, she was clinging. Her legs divorced her and her senses exploded. She groaned.
All attempts at dancing ended as they drowned in each other. Hands began to travel, caress, cling, and tease. Independent of music, fuelled by desire. Willow devoured her with almost blinding desperation.
Buffy groaned as she recaptured the kiss and invaded Willow again. 'Oh God she tastes so sweet', Willow thought, and reality came crashing in. 'I'm kissing Buffy.' She slowly pulled back.
As she did so Buffy sighed and almost whispered, "Mmm, better than a fantasy" and as she opened her eyes, to see Buffy smiling.
"I uhh..." No words came. She stood like a fool, her arms still wrapped around her friend, her insides spinning. "I'm confused." She managed.
"Yep that's apparent." Buffy grinned. When Willow didn't reply, she added, "What are you confused about, you wanted me to kiss you, didn't you?" She asked slightly tensing at having asked the question.
"Well yeh." She gulped. "But that was, well it was..." Again no words. The only ones she could think of couldn't be said; 'What the hell am I meant to say? That was so incredible, I'm still shaking. Can I make love to you.' But instead she said "I'm in recovery. You can kiss a girl dumb you know. Not that I'm dumb, Hello high IQ here. But,...You,...I,...I well,...Okay, inability to babble coherently equals, kissed dumb"
"That wasn't my intention." Buffy replied seriously.
'Okay she wants to do serious, here goes.' Thought Willow, "What was your intention?" she asked.
"To do something we have both wanted for a very long time. Are you sorry?"
"Oh God, Buffy. No."
"Good." Buffy smiled and disentangled herself. "Time for another drink, I think." And she led a dumb Willow off the dance floor.