Switcheroony
by alicorn
Chapter 7
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Buffy hovered in the land of not wanting to open her eyes, she knew it was too soon, the alarm had yet to sound. Plus she felt warm and safe with her eyes shut. Slowly she recognised a new feeling, her rib cage felt heavy? She also felt warm all down her left side, she could feel breathing and it wasn't hers. No there was a weight on her chest. Slowly realisation dawned.
Willows arm was across her chest and she was snuggled up to her side, it was her breathing she could feel. A thousand feelings fell over her, warmth, light headiness, fear, safety, rightness, wrongness, guilt, self consciousness and love. Her thoughts conflicting. 'Maybe if I just stay here very still, then..... what, what do I want to happen? Do I want a sleep walking Willow to make love to me, so that only I would ever know it had actually happened. Ok not so crazy, that way I could keep her safe. Well I could just maybe hold her hand, maybe guide it... Just how pathetic are you? Lets face it if she wakes up holding me, she's going to have major wig gin's. I need to move her.'
Buffy slowly tried to roll out of Willow's hold, but her movements, just caused the arm to tighten around her, rising to just under her breasts. She could almost feel the latent Slayer power in her old body. 'Oh get real, isn't this hard enough already' her head screamed. She tried rolling backward, in the hope that this would place Willow on her back and allow her to be released, but she found the wiccan an immovable object. Wishing for her previous Slayer strength, she cursed Faith not only for the body switch but for swapping their beds.
She sighed frustrated. 'C'mon think, there has to be a way to ...' Then she heard Willow 'mmmm' and felt her gently squeeze her. 'Oh God. No' Feeling a slight stretch in the body behind her, she realised that her attempts to find release, had only caused Willow to wake up.
Buffy had felt the instinct to flee or fight before, but this feeling; 'flee or kiss the woman holding you', two choices no amount of Slayer training had ever prepared her for. Somehow she couldn't imagine the Slayer Handbook having anything useful to say on this subject.
As Willow stretched awakening from the most wonderful dream, she felt warm and content. She could hear her own heart beating, 'my goodness it's beating fast?' Then she felt something soft brush against her face, partially opening her eyes she saw red hair, the faint scent of..... and suddenly she was awake. Opening her eyes, she never thought she would close them again. She was holding herself, no Buffy! 'How long have I been holding her? Oh God, please let her be asleep. Maybe I could just stay here for a little while...No, No Bad Willow.'
As she pulled herself away from Buffy, Willow was overcome with such guilt at her subconscious actions, that it fed the speed of her now Slayer strength movement. However Buffy still attempting to move away from that vice like arm, suddenly had nothing preventing her from rolling forward.
Two loud thumps, preceded their joint babbling as they both landed on the floor, either side of the offending bed. Much apologising, feigned surprise, cursing of Faith and blushing followed. Until they both fell into silence. As if by agreement, they dressed and headed to the coffee shop to meet Xander.
"How are my two favourite ladies?" Xander greeted them as they entered the coffee shop, placing an arm around each. "I feel like a rose between two thorns.." Xander waited for the inevitable slaps, but they didn't come. Instead he could feel them both go rigid. Inside he was laughing his head off. This was going to be fun.
Xander turned to Willow with his patented lop sided grin. "Ready for the research fest, cos research boy's ready to get the doughnuts." Turning back to Buffy he asks. "So, are my favourite snuggle bunnies ready to face the books?"
Buffy blushed, unable to look at Willow she nodded, not feeling that is was safe to speak and unnerved by Xanders greeting.
Left with Xander, Willow didn't know what to say, but she was yet more afraid of what she couldn't say. She knew that if she told Xander about last night, he would just go into fantasy mode. It would take her too long to get his head back to earth, if ever.
Buffy extracted herself from Xander's hug and headed to the counter to get thier coffee's. Leaving Willow standing uncomfortably beside Xander. Looking very much like a dear caught in the headlights.
Xander held his laughter in, so very aware that something more than having to share a double bed had happened last night. Sure enough his brain took a trip down the fantasy highway and it was only Buffy's return that dragged him off a slip road and back to reality. With a decidedly silly grin on his face. Which for once neither of his friends queried.