A Plethora of Possibilities
by fantagismo
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a/n - thank you for all the kind words! They are much appreciated :)
3.
Buffy was nearing the corner from Willow's house, looking at her watch in annoyance. It was five past seven, and she wasn't there yet, because of some creepy guy who couldn't speak in anything but cryptic riddles. He was kind of gorgeous, in a dark way, but the whole following people into alleyways thing puts a girl off. Besides which, Buffy was thinking about Willow, about their date, and about what the night may bring. Buffy looked simply stunning tonight, and it was to a calculated effect. She wanted the redhead to drool, and had been merciless in her choice of very tight, form grasping black leather pants, and a tight, vibrant red blouse that was unbuttoned somewhat to show off a fair portion of Buffy's attributes. Even if Willow didn't know it yet, she was powerless to Buffy's charms, and about to be smacked round the face with a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated lust.
Reaching the front door, Buffy grinned. She couldn't wait for this night to begin.
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"So hang on Wills, you're telling me that you're now kinda gay?"
Willow ducked her head, her previous conviction having been slightly dampened. This was proper, oh-my-god-I-have-to-face-up-to-reality territory, and her early resolve was waning. Xander, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, a naughty voice in the back of his mind picturing his best friend in several compromising situations. **Please, oh please, in the name of all things holy and good let Willow's someone be hot. No, wait! Really hot...** There was a marked silence as both parties were thinking of what to say, well, Xander wasn't, he was still picturing varying lesbian positions, but he's a man and it's only natural. Bless him.
"Xand? Are you alright with this?"
Pulled out of his musings, he was quick to reassure his friend. "Of course I am! But what does it matter if I am, right? This is your stuff, and while I'll always be there to support you, I will never judge you, 'cos it's not my place to. And, because I love you to pieces. Seriously, you're my best friend, and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel crappy, because I really have never meant to hurt you, so," he drawled, pulling puppy dog eyes, "you still love me?"
"You know I do!" Willow smiled happily, until she heard a knock at her door- "Oh crap! The date! It's past seven, it's past seven o clock, oh my God it's TIME!"
"Hang on! You still need to tell me who it is! Willow!"
Willow was running up the stairs when she smirked. Might as well give him one last heart attack. "It's Buffy!"
And for the third time in the very short space of half an hour, Xander's faculty of speech crumbled faster than a wet biscuit.
"What?!"
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Buffy was waiting a good two minutes before anyone actually opened the door. When it was opened, she saw a grinning but dishevelled Xander - the evening had thrown him somewhat - but no sign of Willow.
"And where might the lady be?" Buffy smiled, liking the boy if not purely because Willow did. Buffy found herself trusting Willow's judgement.
"The lady is getting ready upstairs. What's a slayer?"
"What?"
"If you want to date my best friend, then we're going to sort out this whole slayer thing I overheard in the library. I don't want my friend getting hurt, you understand?"
Buffy, put out for a minute, considered telling this boy where to go, but she saw that his blunt, incredibly nosey words were just uttered out of concern for his friend. The best she could, she began to explain what being a slayer was, but then heard a noise out on the porch, and decided that this was an ideal opportunity presenting itself for Xander's inauguration to the Hellmouth. It was not a hard fight; Buffy wasn't happy about the turn of events - a few punches to the face and a quick stab to the heart and it was all over; the vampire lurking was soon dust. Buffy felt the familiar tingle flow through her, connecting her to all the sensations of her body, including the tightness of her leather pants around her nether regions. She was left in a mood that can only be described as frisky, and when she had finished dusting the vampire, she turned back to Xander to try and explain. What she saw, however, was Willow, and the effect of her beauty on the slayer was like a punch to the gut. **Oh boy, you got it bad...she's incredible, she's sexy, she's gorgeous, she's... looking at me funny... argh! You just slayed a vampire in front of her!**
"Uh, hey?" Buffy smiled, and on seeing the look from Willow, it quickly faded into a definite air of 'oops'.
"Did that man just explode?" Willow blinked, doing nothing to remove the surprise from her eyes.
"Well, a little bit. He turned into dust, 'cos he was a vampire."
Willow was a little put out by the surrealism in Buffy's words. "A vampire?" Willow was looking straight at Buffy, and she nodded. "As in," Willow tried out a Transylvanian accent, "I am Count Draaacula, mwa ha ha, ha... huh?"
"Most of 'em aren't that old, and I'm pretty sure that Dracula's just a legend, and even if he wasn't, what could he do? Enthral me? I don't think so. Anyway, yeah, vampires are real, as well as demons." She opened her mouth to further the explanation, but the words dribbled off her tongue into silence, the only thing breaking it being the occasional but noticeably bewildered, "huh?" from Willow. Xander, being a little more clued in than Willow given he had discovered the oddness about Buffy a few hours ago, just walked back into the living room, picked up some pizza and chowed down whilst taking in the show.
"So how did you know what to do? And, you seem kinda strong. And fast. And limberrr..." Willow trailed off, her eyes glazing over momentarily. Buffy grinned appreciatively.
"Well, ya see, into every generation a slayer is born. One born to fight the vampires, the demons, and to stop the spread of evil. There's only one of us at any given time, and we have abilities that help us out in that."
"Oh! What kind? Can you fly?"
"Nah, I'm not superman. However, I do heal fast, I'm fast, strong and limber, as you so kindly noticed, and I get weird slayer prophecy dreams. They're riddlesome, but handy."
Willow sat down on the stairs for a minute. This was all coming at her a bit fast, and she had some adjustments to make in her little world. It's not like she couldn't see that something didn't quite fit in Sunnydale, she wasn't stupid, and she knew that after dark could be a rough time in this town. But, quite understandably, she never expected the explanation to be that all the things she was ever scared of as a kid, were terrifyingly real.
"So, these demons and things... are they, well, I suppose they won't be all puppy dogs and pretty flowers, but do they, ya know, kill? And maim? And you... you, risk your life? To help?"
Willow was feeling the very definite stirrings of awe, and a compulsion to help take some of the burdens away from this petite blonde. Buffy was kneeling in front of Willow on the stairs, and as Willow reached out to take her hand, she looked up. Willow smiled at her, a gentle, seductive smile as she softly murmured, "Wow. That's pretty hot." And promptly kissed Buffy.