The Simple Black Dress
by cathy nort
The Simple Black Dress
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Buffy and Willow had been driving for the last hour. Buffy was behind the wheel and she was very nervous. Though she was an experienced, confident Slayer she was not at all that way when she was driving. After all she had only had her license for three weeks so the trip to Brownsburg would be the longest and farthest she had driven. Originally her mother Joyce was to be the driver but she had won a surprise trip in a raffle and she and Dawn would be spending a week up in the mountains of Oregon at a posh resort. Buffy was to be the Summers' family representative at her cousin, Missy's, wedding in Brownsburg and she had asked Willow to accompany her.
Normally Joyce would not have allowed Buffy to make the trip alone but Willow was along and it was only a hour and a half drive. Plus, and this was the deciding factor, Buffy and Willow were going to stay at the home of Greg's Aunt Morgan. Greg was the groom, Missy's fiance, and his Aunt was well known to the Summer's family. She was a successful novelist of romance stories and Joyce had grown up with her so she wasn't just a stranger you see.
It was a lovely drive once they reached the mountains and Willow was sitting silently in the passenger seat enjoying the scenery while Buffy white knuckled the steering wheel thanks to the bends and curls of the road. What Willow saw as beautiful Buffy saw as treacherous.
Willow, for most of the trip, had laid her hand on Buffy's right knee, which was bare thanks to Buffy's short, blue denim skirt. Oh yes Buffy liked it but as Buffy worked the pedals from brake to gas Willow's hand kept sliding up. It was an absent gesture which Buffy knew because she had ventured a look over at Willow and she could see that Willow wasn't that aware of just how high on Buffy's leg her touch was. She was gazing contently out the passenger side window completely oblivious to the distraction she was creating in Buffy's already tumultuous mind. The windows were open and the breeze ruffled Willow's, green sleeveless, cotton blouse. Her free hand was tucked in her lap to keep her own skirt in place.
Buffy finally could not take it, the distraction, any longer. "Willow, for heaven's sake. You're going to cause me drive off the road and down one of these cliffs.'
Buffy's words drew Willow from her dreamy state. She turned to Buffy, frowning with confusion. "What do you............?"
Buffy glanced down at Willow's hand. Willow followed Buffy's gaze. Then she saw what Buffy intended her to see. Willow giggled playfully. "I'm such a slut when it comes to you."
She gave Buffy's upper thigh one last squeeze then pulled her hand up. Buffy was wearing a white tank top and Willow toyed with the bra strap it exposed on Buffy's shoulder."Just working on my night moves." You did say we had our own room, didn't you?"
"I did. Isn't that great? And that we don't have to be back until next weekend........oh I just can't think of a better way to spend a week. A secluded estate in up in the mountains, a peaceful rendezvous with the girl I love and plenty of snuggling."
Willow again giggled. "I was planning on playing hard to get. A girl has to protect her honor ya know. Even if it's only a token gesture."
"I prepared for that. I brought a bottle of knock out drops with me. You haven't a chance Willow Rosenberg."
Willow leaned across the gear shift counsel and kissed Buffy on the neck softly. "You'll need them. You're going to have to knock me out if you want to be have any rest from my advances."
Willow settled back in her seat. "The Aunt is a widow? She's so young to be a widow. How long?"
"Only about two years. But it's worse. She lost her husband in a car crash on these same mountains. A year before that her daughter, Amy, disappeared and has never been seen since. Mom said that devastated her. Then losing her husband....... You wonder how people can go on. Her daughter is, or would be, the same age as us."
"Yeah, it's hard to imagine," Willow agreed. "Your mother survived the loss........."
"But she has Dawn and I. Missy's Aunt Morgan has no one. I guess she's so excited about us being there for the week that she's beside herself."
"What time's the wedding? I'm hoping we have enough time before to," Willow flicked her eye brows up and down, "explore various things about each others bodies."
Buffy nodded toward the back seat of the car. "Grab the bottle of water would you?. And my purse.The knock out drops are in the bottom on the left side. You thirsty?"
Willow slapped Buffy on the arm. "Hey. That's mean. I don't want to be knocked out unless it's in the main event. Then.....for you I'll stick my chin out."
"OK. Actually the directions are in my purse. Can you get them out?"
Twenty minutes later they pulled onto the gravel road that led to Morgan Daley's home. It was indeed secluded and tucked nearly a quarter of a mile back in from the local blacktop. The house was huge with high two story windows. Though the immediate area was rather flat it had a mountain wall on one side and a deep valley on the other.
"This is gorgeous," Willow said in awe. "She must do well. I've seen her books at the super market and in Barnes. She must make a lot of money writing."
"Scary isn't it? Bodice rippers do sell. I guess she writes two a year and it is lucrative."
Buffy pulled the car to a halt in front of the door. A handsome woman with hair graying at the temples stepped out of the house. "Oh Buffy. It's so good to see you."
The woman hugged Buffy then turned to the red head beside Buffy. "And you must be Willow. My God, you look just like my daughter Amy."