Starting Line
by Rin
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First dating makeout sessions tend to beget more makeout sessions, and Buffy discovered just how flirty and sexy Willow could be when she wasn't trying. That's why they found themselves making out in the oddest places. Libraries, bathrooms, the back of the Bronze, even in a bookstore. Who knew the Religion section was such a sexy place?
During one of these random-spot makeout sessions (the movies), Riley saw them together together for the first time. Sure, he'd had his suspicions but he and Buffy had only been broken up for two months now. They were together over almost a year, and she moved on way too fast for his liking...and to a girl, no less. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, and didn't mention to his buddies that the "two hott lessies in row three" were actually his ex-girlfriend and her best friend. What bothered him more? Buffy was enjoying herself. She was never like that with him.
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"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to hit you on the head." Willow ran her fingers atop Buffy's head for emphasis. "Want me to kiss it? Make it better?"
"Umm...let me take a raincheck. I have to get up early in the morning to help mom." Buffy leaned in for another kiss, ignoring the throbbing in the back of her head. In a fit of passion, Willow had gotten a little frisky, and pushed the blonde down on the bed, hitting her head on the backboard in the process. "I promise you can kiss me anytime, though."
"Sounds like a plan." Willow smiled, as she placed light kisses along Buffy's cheek. "Sure you have to go now?"
"Yeah...I promised Mom." Buffy gulped, as she heard the deep husky indication in Willow's voice. Nothing would happen, though, it never did, even if that tone promised something different. The blonde decided that she wanted to make the redhead wait a while before they jumped into bed. 'At least three months...and it's gonna kill me. It already is.' That's what she told herself. Now, whether or not she could last the next month was a different issue.
"Okay." Willow pouted but made no move to let the blonde up. Buffy just chuckled, as she kissed the redhead one last time. "Party pooper."
"Well, somebody has to be, I suppose." Buffy smiled at the goofy lusty grin on Willow's face, and leaned over to give her one last kiss. There were a lot tonight. "Want me to pick you up for dinner Saturday?"
"Of course." Willow released her pout, as the promise of another Buffy-filled evening was made. "You know where I live...and if you don't show up, then...I know where you live."
"Ohhhh...threat or promise?" Buffy chuckled, as she finished lacing her shoes and stood from the bed. No need to tempt herself. She'd managed to skirt around, well...feeling up Willow's skirt and clothes, afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop them if she did. One more month...she wanted to do this right. No jumping in...dammit.
"A little of both." Willow wrapped her arms around the blonde from the back, as Buffy finished putting on her jacket. "Mmm...I'll miss you until then."
"Me, too." Buffy turned around, and wrapped her own arms around Willow's waist, kissing her one last time. "Okay, this time...I really do need to leave."
"Party pooper." Willow's pout returned.
"We've already established that." Buffy chuckled at the cuteness of the redhead before kissing her one last time. "Okay, really...gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow when I'm finished."
"You better." Willow watched Buffy leave but not before getting one last kiss. It was just so hard to part from those lips.
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Willow and Xander were shopping in the mall, Christmukkah and all that.
"Have you decided what to get Anya yet?" Secretly, Willow was hoping for ideas for Buffy.
"I think I'm gonna ask Anya to marry me." Xander didn't even blink...but Willow did...a lot. She had to shake her head to come back to reality.
"No, what are you really getting her?" Willow was a little skeptical. So much for ideas from Xander.
"Really, I have a ring already and everything." Xander continued to eat his food court burrito, as though it were a normal conversation. Was this the same Xander?
"Are...huh? When did this happen? Is she pregnant? Did she give you an ultimatum? I'm confused." Willow just couldn't grasp what was happening.
"No and no. I decided on my own, last week. Found a nice ring at the pawn shop next to the site, and even went to get it engraved. Just something that's been on my mind lately." Xander took a big chuck from his burrito again. "The person I'm having difficulty with this year is Buffy."
"Tell me about it." Willow huffed her frustration. She filed the 'Xander/Anya' thing for later ponderance.
"You too, huh? Yeah, Buffster is kinda hard. Do I get her a bracelet? Jewelry of some sort? Or is that too intimate? Clothes, or will she think I just want to see her try them on? Gift certificates, or will she think I'm lazy or uninventive? Very tough decisions when it's a former crush. She's always been difficult for me." He wiped the sour cream from his mouth, and cracked his neck. "I'm sure you know what I mean. What are you thinking about?"
"Oh...not sure." Willow still couldn't believe they hadn't told him. They'd been together three months last week, and still they hadn't told him. Then again, Buffy's logic with the situation made perfect sense. "I was thinking about a bracelet."
"Too intimate, though, right? Same thing with perfume." They walked to the trash can to deposit their garbage before grabbing their bags, and heading back to the capitalism personified. Actually, the more he thought about it...that was the perfect way to describe Anya.
"Well...I guess but it's different for girls." Willow scratched her arm, and hoped Xander didn't recognize her nervous gesture.
"Maybe we can go in, and get her something nice...like a new leather jacket, or something." He just continued to walk, staring at the stores as they passed.
"No...wouldn't that say we couldn't decide on our own? It'd be obvious we had to confer with each other." Willow knew it would've been a good idea if she hadn't been dating Buffy now...but she was trying for something intimate but not too intimate. "Maybe a bracelet."
"Okay, it's your choice. I'm just saying." He just continued on, eyeing his friend with just a tiny suspicion. "Still have it in for her, huh?"
"Well...that..." Willow turned bright red. He wasn't wrong, though he had no idea the scope of his statement.
"You could get her sexy lingerie, see how she reacts to that." Xander was not being helpful...at all. The image of Buffy half naked in lingerie creeped through both minds at once, and their eyes started to glaze slightly. They almost ran into people before they came back from naked Buffy land.
"Is a massager too intimate?" Willow saw one in a window, though Xan was looking the other way.
"Depends on the type." He chuckled a little. It was obvious his perversion immediately took him to phallic land.
"Just a back one. Forget it." Willow had to hide her blush, though it wasn't successful. Good thing he wasn't looking. "I'll figure something out."
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"So...you and Willow, huh?" Riley tried to hide his jealous rage but it wasn't successful.
"Oh...hey, Riley." Buffy was shocked to see her ex standing in front of her. She was just studying in the library, all quiet, ignoring everybody else.
"Hey. You and Willow?" Riley took a seat across from her.
"What about us?" Buffy didn't really want to acknowledge his present. It was clear from his tone what he meant; she had no time for jealous ex-boyfriends.
"She give it to you as good as me?" He couldn't fathom the idea that Buffy never really loved him.
"That's none of your business." Buffy started to gather her books, glad that others were around them. Maybe he wouldn't make that big a scene.
"Well...you were my business once, so why wouldn't it be?" He was getting nasty now. It was so unlike the sweet, cornfed boy she first met. The only reason she started dating him was because he wasn't as macho as other boys, and she couldn't imagine touching another girl besides Willow. It would feel even more wrong if she started dating another girl; boys were different.
"It's really not." She dropped her stuff in her bag, as she stood. He just started to follow her, looming over her, putting her in a shadow. "Really not interested in your playing the hurt macho card right now."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He was bordering confused and angry.
"It means, excuse me but move." Buffy stared at him, showing him that she wasn't afraid of him, even if he was two and half times her size.
"We need to talk." He blocked her path.
"We really don't." She just ducked around him, and walked away without another word. No doubt he'd find her again.
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"So...not telling Xander is starting to be a problem." Willow was running her fingers through blonde locks, as they just watched television in moderate silence.
"I was hoping we'd have more time." Buffy sighed. They'd already discussed the Riley incident, and it lurched them into silence. No hott kisses tonight. They were talking about topics that were real mood killers.
"Me, too, to be honest." She swallowed hard. "He's gonna ask Anya to marry him, I think."
"Wow...Xander? Our Xander? I remember when he couldn't commit to boxers or briefs. That's huge." Buffy sat up, and looked at the scrunched brow of her girlfriend. "What's wrong? Is this not a good thing?"
"Well, yeah, I guess...but...what do we really know about her? Other than she has no tact, and everything is sex for her. She's creepy." Willow sighed before leaning against the couch.
"Yeah...that's why we never double date, or even go near her." Buffy smiled at the redhead before running her hand down the girl's arm for comfort. "This is a good thing, though. It means he's really moved on, so maybe we can tell him about us. If nothing else, it'd be fun to see what happens when he finds out."
"He's gonna be pissed." Willow was shocked she said that out loud. "I mean...he's not gonna be happy but more because we didn't tell him."
"That's if we tell him how long we've been together, though. Do we really need to tell?" Buffy was grasping for straws but it was worth a try.
"He'd find out eventually." Willow sighed again. It was a good idea but they'd never pull it off. At that moment, Joyce walked in the door, illuminating the living room outside of television and Christmas tree lights.
"Oh, hey girls. Didn't know you were here tonight." She laid some bags under the tree before she removed her coat. "You staying for the holiday, Willow? I have the guest room set up for you already."
"Oh, thanks, Mrs. Summers. I...well, that is...if it's okay...I just..." This came as a shock. She hadn't planned on it, hadn't even thought about it. Buffy never mentioned it.
"She'd love to, Mom. Thanks." Buffy sent her mother a warm smile. "She can stay in my room, though."
"None of that. I've seen you two outside of closed doors; I don't want to imagine I'm harnering my daughter's sex life." Joyce removed the presents from the bags. "Help me wrap?"
"Prezzies!" Buffy hopped up to grab the papers, while Joyce retreated to make some hot cocoa for them all. The evening went over well, and Buffy only managed to kiss Willow once in her mother's presence. "See...we can behave."
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Behave...yeah, right. Buffy snuck into Willow's room about midnight, when she was sure her mother was sound asleep. She didn't even knock, since the light was peeking from beneath the door. The redhead was snuggled under the covers reading; she smiled in shock when she saw her girlfriend adoring her from the doorway.
"You're up awfully late." Buffy closed the door before sneaking to the bed.
"Couldn't sleep." Willow scooted over a bit, and allowed the blonde to get under the covers. "What about you? Sneaking around...Santa Claus knows when you're awake, ya know? I may be Jewish...but I've heard rumors."
"He also knows when I've been bad...so I don't expect anything this Christmas, especially when I get through with you." Buffy smirked before seeing the redhead roll her eyes in amusement to hide her blush.
"Buffy, your mother is in the other room. She has mom ears; she'll hear us kissing, I'm sure of it." Willow gulped at the insinuation in the blonde's words. They hadn't managed to do anything below the belt, only heavy kisses and light petting above the clothes. At least Buffy finally touched her boobs. It took her long enough. She was starting to worry.
"We'll be extra quiet." Buffy waggled her eyebrows before turning off the lamp. Willow just chuckled slightly, as she felt the blonde pull her down under the covers more.
"So you say..." Willow's eyes adjusted to the dark before the blonde managed to kiss her first. It was soft, searching...making sure it was okay. Of course it was okay; it was more than okay, though that nagging feeling that they'd get caught was always in the back of her head.
They continued to kiss lightly for several minutes before Buffy practically laid on top of the redhead, kissing her harder, needier. The room was on fire by that point; wasn't it supposed to be cold outside? They kicked the covers down slightly in their musings, as Buffy started to run her kisses along Willow's throat, careful not to leave any hickeys as evidence. She ran her hand up Willow's side until she managed to lightly touch her left breast, causing the redhead to moan slightly into her mouth. Feeling bold, she ran her hand back down until she touched that apex of skin between Willow's shirt and pants, and then ran her hand up the redhead's shirt. Since Willow wasn't protesting, she just continued until she felt the braless breast in her palm, feeling it firsthand for the first time. Making her way back down the redhead's throat, she kissed until she reached her exposed belly button, kissing there before pushing the shirt up to reveal more skin, and kissing there. It was the furthest they'd ever been together, and they both knew this fact, though neither seemed to care at this point.
"What are you doing?" Willow was shocked when Buffy started to kiss around her breast, causing her nipples to get harder than they already were. Buffy didn't answer verbally, instead taking the small breast in her mouth, and giving the redhead a hickey there. Willow's eyes rolled in the back of her head, as she felt her body arch a little at the pleasurable pain. This was a new sensation for her, and she couldn't believe how comfortable she felt doing this. It had to be Buffy. She never would've let Fred do this.
Buffy continued her attention on the other side, as she felt her own nipples harden. Willow was really letting her do this; was turned on if the smell in the air was anything to go by. She just continued to lave at the breasts until she felt the redhead relax a little too much after a sharp gasp. Looking up, she noticed the content look on Willow's face that indicated she was almost asleep.
"You tired?" Buffy calmed her attention slowly, kissing her way back down, and pulling the shirt with her to cover her girlfriend. There were slight spit spots showing through where the nipples were, and Buffy smiled big time, pleased with herself.
"I didn't know you could...ya know..." Willow swallowed hard, opening her lazy eyes.
"Well, I figured you knew about boobs." Buffy chuckled slightly, as she pulled the cover over them.
"No...I mean...you know..." Willow blushed, though you could only tell by the heat coming from her face.
"What, Will? Was that...did I go too far?" Buffy was nervous all of a sudden.
"No, by no means...you went...and I...well...I mean...at least partially...but still..." Willow swallowed hard, as it was obvious from Buffy's confused expression that she was going to need to explain. "I...you know...when you..."
"Oh..." Buffy relaxed again. "OH. Really?"
"Oh, really." Willow shook her head. She didn't know it was possible to orgasm without actually touching...there. She knew now, and wow what a way to learn!
"Hmm...note for future reference." Buffy had a big grin again, pleased with herself, as she leaned over to kiss Willow lightly. "You're sleepy...go to sleep. I'll come wake you in the morning."
"G'night, Buff...and...and..." Willow sat up, as she watched the blonde retreat. No need to get caught. "Good night."
"Good night, Wills." Buffy winked, knowing what the redhead was trying to say. She was too cute sometimes.