The Simple Black Dress
by cathy nort
chapter 11
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Buffy and Willow were now on the trail and the barn was no longer in sight when the sound of wood slapping wood reverberated. It came from back in the direction of the barn. Buffy turned immediately.
Willow quickly grabbed Buffy by the elbow. "Come on. Let's go." There was a sense of urgency in her voice.
Buffy hesitated for a moment, listening. Then the sound came again luring her attention away from Willow's plead. Buffy looked at Willow and saw her eyes were slightly glazed. It was the same look she had seen several times before from Willow. It was a new occurrence that had only developed in the last several days. Buffy again remembered Willow's strange behavior of the evening before. She pulled herself free from Willow's grip."I want to see what that is."
Willow stopped Buffy, this time with a full embrace as she pulled Buffy into her arms and kissed her on the mouth. Buffy allowed the kiss to run it's course although she only partially joined in at first. Very seldom, if ever, did Buffy rebuff Willow but something had been gnawing within her about Willow and how she seemed to disappear within herself. It was as if Willow became a stranger to her at times and this was one of those times.
But soon the sweet intensity of the red heads kiss took control. Buffy felt the familiar surge as her body reacted. The kiss drowned out the world as the feel of Willow's mouth on hers sent shivers down Buffy's back. She felt Willow thrust her hips against her own and soft, but distinguishable groans escaped heightening the passion of the moment.
"I want you Buffy," Willow whispered into Buffy's ear as her hands clung to the blonde's firm rump. "I want you so very bad. I want to taste you. Drink you. I want you to explore me. I want to give myself to you Buffy. Use me, oh God, use me."
They hurried to find the stream where they spread the blanket and Willow sank down on it and stretched out her arms beckoning Buffy to come down and cover her.
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It was evening by the time Buffy and Willow returned. The house was empty but a note explained that Morgan and Daphne had went to catch a movie and would be back later. All the anxiety Buffy had felt had long dissipated. The day by the stream had been idyllic. It wasn't just the sex. It was also the fact that they were together, just together. Nothing more was needed. They had slept in each others arms at peace with themselves, at rest with the world. That was what love was, Buffy thought. A complete comfort of knowing you are with the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The cares one faces in were of little importance because you had someone to take care of you and you for her.
Later when Morgan returned she was alone. "Dropped Daphne off at her house. Geez," she added absently. "I'm bushed."
Morgan went over and pulled a pan from the cabinet and milk from the refrigerator. "I'll make us some hot milk."
"Oh please no," Buffy said. "It's........."
Morgan brushed Buffy's blond strands affectionately. "No bother. It's good for you. It helps you sleep."
That it does, Buffy thought. Like the dead. A feeling of apprehension rose in Buffy. She was not a light sleeper by any means but she never slept as deeply as she had the night before. It was almost scary.
Willow had already went into the bedroom to clean up. Buffy went out to get some air. She wandered around outside reliving the day and all those wonderful moments. It was only by chance she saw Morgan, through the window, in the kitchen pouring the warm milk into the two glasses before her. Then Morgan reached into the pocket of the dress she was wearing and pull out a small bottle. She uncapped it and emptied it's contents into one of the glasses.
So, Buffy realized immediately, that was why she had been sleeping so obliviously. She was being drugged. Buffy noticed that the second glass did not receive any of the contents of the bottle.
Buffy went around to where the patio doors led into the bedroom and tapped on the glass. Willow saw her and opened the door so Buffy could step inside. When Morgan came in carrying the two glasses Buffy watched her carefully. Morgan started to hand one of the glasses to Buffy but Buffy attempted to reach across to take the other one. Morgan spun away and with a tight smile handed Buffy the intended glass.
"Drink it before it gets cool. It doesn't taste as good if it is cold." Morgan said.
"I will." Buffy raised the glass to her mouth and took a small sip. Then she carried the glass with her into the bathroom. Morgan watched her for a second but Buffy closed the door. She emptied the contents of the glass down the sink. When she came out after a measured time Morgan was chatting quietly with Willow. She looked at Buffy who was holding the now empty glass.
"I'm getting addicted to this stuff," Buffy said shortly. "It sure hits the spot."
"Me too." Willow drained her glass and placed it on the nightstand.
Buffy never slept. Willow, who was curled in Buffy's arms was dead to the world. Buffy waited until it was after eleven and the house was quiet. Then she quietly crawled from the bed careful not to disturb Willow. She remembered the flashlight she had seen on the top shelve of one of the kitchen cabinets. She would need it. Tonight she was going to get into the barn. All the secretness about it alarmed Buffy.
She had to find out what was in there.
The terrible truth was that she no longer trusted Morgan even though she was a good friend of her mothers. What had promised to be a delightful get away with willow was rapidly turning into an anxious experience.
Maybe, by getting into the barn, one way or another, it would relieve some of the anxiety Buffy was feeling.
Author's note: I know it isn't wise to apologize for what you write but I had a terrible time trying to put this chapter together. Holiday hangover I'll attribute it to. Oh well, I hope it passes muster.