CSI: Sunnydale
by Rin
The Gayest Christmas Pageant Ever
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A/N: Couldn't leave that one hanging like that...
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Willow sat there, still tingling all over from the brief contact. When she opened her eyes to ask what the kiss was about, Buffy was already gone. The redhead wasn't sure it wasn't a dream...but when she touched her lips with her fingertips, she could still taste an unfamiliar flavor. One she liked immensely...mint and vanilla. Buffy.
Shaking her head, she sat back in her chair, and thought about what had happened. Buffy had kissed her, openly kissed her. It wasn't chaste but it wasn't passionate. A kiss that screamed, 'I'm yours, if you want me.' Gods, how Willow wanted...
Buffy had made the first move, she had crossed that path. If nothing else, they'd have to talk about what happened. Willow wasn't sure what to say. What could she say after such a romantic declaration? Romance wasn't bred into the redhead's bones. It wasn't something she ever thought to learn...but maybe it was time.
Making up her mind, Willow closed her office for the weekend, and got ready to leave for the holidays. She felt sorry for the ones that would be working but it was a much needed vacation, one her supervisor forced her to take. 'Too much overtime,' he'd said. 'You need to take a day off now and then.' She'd be out the rest of the year, and she absolutely hated it. Who was she without her work? What would she do with eight days by herself?
It was high time she found out.
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The blonde couldn't believe her luck. She loved the taste of fear and holiday cheer crushed. An entire family, delicious to the last drop, and that damned slayer still hadn't managed to get the upper hand.
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"You did what?!" Dawn was shocked. Her sister had never made a first move before...oh, how times were changing since she'd moved to Sunnydale. "What did she say?"
"Well, there was a brief pucker back...but I didn't really give her time to say anything. I kinda just...left." Buffy shrugged her shoulders, and scrunched her brow in attempt to look guilty for it. Leaving Willow like that...she should've said something. How the redhead must think her an idiot now.
"You need to call her. Right now! Do something! You don't just kiss somebody, and leave. What if she thinks you were kidding? What if she didn't take the kiss at face value?" Dawn was worried about her sister. This redhead made the blonde do crazy things.
"There was puckerage. I mean...it was brief but I know I felt puckerage." Buffy bit at her pizza slice, trying to hide her doubt in food. What if everybody was wrong? What if Willow wasn't willing to take the risk?
Just then, there was a ring at the doorbell. Dawn went to answer it, and saw through the window: a nervous redhead, talking to herself, probably debating on what to say, a giant gift bag in her hands. She was cute...adorable even. Buffy did have good taste, at least. Instead of answering it, Dawn went back to the kitchen, and told Buffy she should answer it, that she'd sneak out the back door, and go play catch up with Kit down the street.
Willow was having a mental debate. 'Hi, nice kiss. Wanna fuck?' She hardly doubted that would come across her true intentions. She didn't expect anything from Buffy. The kiss was just an invitation for more goodies, not the whole candy cane. 'Glad you kissed me. Wanna go again?' No...where was clever Willow Rosenberg when she needed her?
Buffy looked through the window, and saw Willow standing there, bag in hand, still talking to herself. She was so adorable. When it looked like Willow was about to bolt, Buffy slammed open the door. The redhead stopped her descent down the porch steps, and looked up to find the blonde holding the door open. Lowering her wide eyes, Willow blushed, and looked back up with a smile she couldn't shake. Buffy took a deep breath, and leaned against the door, her own smile plastered. Taking tentative steps back up to the porch, Willow took a deep breath.
"We should probably talk." She looked at Buffy, and was glad 'wanna fuck' didn't come out of her mouth.
"We should." Buffy nodded for emphasis, as she opened the door wider, inviting the redhead in...and not just in the house.
"I brought that bottle of wine, and thought we could have a bad movie marathon here instead." Willow held up the bag in her hands, and swallowed, as she neared the door.
"I have pizza." It wasn't an ideal first date but Buffy would take anything she could get from the redhead. "I can take your coat, and stuff."
"Um, sure..." Willow laid the bag down in the doorway, and Buffy took the coat from her shoulders. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Buffy smirked, as she noticed the redhead's shiver from the slight contact. "Kick your shoes off, stay a while."
"Okay." Willow wasn't sure what she was supposed to say, and was glad Buffy was making suggestions.
"So...to what do I owe this pleasure?" Buffy shut the door, and stared at the redhead, her best flirty look in place.
"Well...you, uh...back at the lab...and the..." Willow closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "You kissed me."
"Yes, I did." Buffy moved closer to Willow, invading her personal space a little. "Is that a problem?"
"No!" Willow flushed, her outburst causing her to be redder than usual. "I mean...it wasn't a problem. There was mistletoe. Tradition and all..."
"You're Jewish, though...doesn't that give you an automatic cop out?" Buffy smirked, as she licked her lips.
"Only if I want to cop out..." Willow watched Buffy's tongue run across her pink lips, so juicy, so soft. The memory of those lips on her own caused Willow to flush again, and almost lose her balance. "I should sit down."
"Over here." Buffy followed the redhead to the couch, and sat down, where their thighs were touching. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah...fine." Willow shook her head, not sure what to do next. She couldn't just attack the blonde. This wasn't about sex.
"You sure. You're awfully flushed." Buffy ran her thumb across Willow's forehead, pretending to check for a temperature.
"Um...no, I'm fine. Just...just..." Willow couldn't believe this was happening. One minute, she's acting all 'we're only colleagues,' and the next, Buffy is kissing her. "I...well, we...and..."
"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Buffy meant more than that moment, and Willow understand. Taking a deep breath, Willow steeled herself.
"I like you... a lot, and, and...I think you like me, too. It's just...I'm not very good at this stuff." Willow stared down at her hands, as she started to massage her palms.
"What stuff?" Buffy took the redhead's hands in her own, lightly running her thumb across them.
"Relationship stuff." Her voice was so quiet but Buffy heard her. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say, what I'm supposed to do here. I'm not sure what you expect from me. I'm not sure that I can give you what you deserve."
"Wills...I don't expect anything from you, just be yourself. I like your self...a lot..." Buffy smirked, and bumped her knee against Willow's in a teasing manner. "Say what's on your mind."
"How can I? I'm not even sure what's on my mind."
"Something must be going through your mind."
"All kinds of things are going through my mind but if I don't slow down, I'm afraid I'll have you on the floor before the night is through, and I don't want that. I don't want you to think this is just about sex for me. It's more than that. So much more." Willow's eyes pleaded with Buffy to understand. Instead of answering, Buffy leant forward, and pressed her lips lightly against the redhead's cheek.
"I know...I get that. I didn't before...but I do now." Buffy kept her hand against Willow's cheek, and let her thumb run across those pouty lips. The redhead closed her eyes, and placed a tiny kiss there. "Wanna try this another way?"
"How? All I can think about is you kissing me, and how I want that to happen again." Willow's eyes were glossed over with lust and need, and a tad of love mixed in for good measure. "I don't want you to think I'm using you...or that you're just convenient because you're there."
"I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind...but a friend made me see differently." Buffy truly believed Willow wanted her entirely, and not just because she was there. "I know it'll be weird...us working together...you being my boss. I know you're worried about your job, and that people will think you play favorites. I don't think that. You're great at what you do, and I don't believe for a second you'd let anything deter you from that."
"Thanks." Willow took a deep breath to calm her libido. Having Buffy's thigh rubbing against her own, the blonde's thumbs running across her cheek and hands. It was very distracting.
"Let me put on some shoes." Buffy stopped what she was doing, and stood from the couch.
"Why?" Willow was worried the blonde was changing her mind already. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No...you said everything just right." Buffy leant over, and kissed Willow's cheek again. "I'm just going to take you out to dinner."
"Like a date?" Willow's eyes perked up, and her palms became sweaty.
"More like a beginning..." Buffy smiled before she turned, and hopped up the stairs. Willow had to shake out of her reverie before she could manage to slip her loafers back on her own feet. Seconds later, Buffy bounded down the stairs, grabbing for their coats. "Shall we?"
"We shall." Even though she was Jewish, Willow got her Christmas wish. Thank you, Santa.
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Damn! She missed her again. This blonde vamp was toying with her now. Faith was pissed beyond anything. A Christmas massacre is what this was turning out to be...and she couldn't be everywhere at once. Seeing the family, dead, wrapped in red bows...it was disturbing beyond belief. Faith felt the need to vomit for the first time in a long time. She'd never vomited on the job.
Hearing sirens in the background, she ran for it. No need to be caught at another crime scene. She'd probably already caught too much attention from that blonde. CSI Summers...that was it. She and that redhead...they both seemed to know about vampires, they weren't shocked when they saw it go poof that night in the cemetary.
She'd have to ask Giles about them...see if they knew anything. He was her watcher after all...even if he was just assigned. For years, he'd been playing cover-up during the night shift at the crime lab. No need for people to know what really goes bump in the night. Yes, Faith would ask him about them. He had to cross paths with them from time to time. She'd find them before they found her.
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Not many restaurants are open on Christmas Eve, and it took a little driving to finally find a 24 hour diner on the outskirts of Sunnydale. A stop mostly truckers frequented, even on the holidays it seemed, as the place was packed. Buffy longed for that homemade pizza Dawn had made but the company and the reason they were here was well worth the over-greasy food.
After they devoured their burgers and shakes, the girls drove back to town. Neither was ready to call it a night yet. The complete comfort and joy at being in the other's company was too intoxicating. That's how they found themselves swinging on the front porch swing, feet dangling, hands being studied.
"I'm sorry for the restaurant." Buffy scrunched her brow in apology but Willow did a bold move, and ran her fingertip across Buffy's forehead, erasing the creases.
"It was fine. I've had worse...and it's not like we had many options, though I'm confused why you left your pizza." Willow smiled when Buffy laid her head down atop her shoulder, the swing's creaking pounding in their ears.
"Well...all that talk about getting me on the floor...it was probably a good idea to get out of there. You want to take this slow. I can tell." Buffy sat back up, and looked at Willow with sexy eyes. Licking her lips again, Buffy wanted Willow to just kiss her already. She'd been waiting for two hours out here on the porch, watching Willow staring at her lips, licking her own, obviously wanting to...and Buffy was going to make her do it, too. She wanted Willow to know it was okay to initiate contact, too. "You keep staring at my lips...and yet, you haven't kissed me once. Figured you'd want a chance to redeem yourself from earlier."
"Redeem myself? You took me for a loop! I wasn't ready!" Willow acted offended before steeling her jaw. Redeem herself...yeah right. She'd show her redeeming...
Unclasping their hands, Willow put her hand behind Buffy's head, and pulled the blonde tight against her. Her other hand went to Buffy's lower back, pulling her entire body into her. Crashing their lips together in a searing kiss...this one far from chaste, far from gentle. A needy, passionate kiss...one that cried out 'Hell yes, I want you.' An answer to Buffy's earlier kiss. Neither was sure how long they were out there, lips attached, hands roaming but as soon as Willow's cold hand touched the hot skin beneath Buffy's shirt, the blonde jumped from the sudden change in temperature. Her head was still reeling from the powerful kiss.
"Might need a ...breather..." Buffy's lips were swollen, her breath coming in rasps, staring lusty-eyed at Willow. "Wanna come in?"
"God, yes." Willow stood, and followed Buffy up the stairs. It was hard not to, when she was being pulled along with her, their lips mutually exploring again. It was more than sex. It wasn't sex at all. It was just hot, steamy kisses...with a promise that tomorrow would be a very Merry Christmas. Again, thank you Santa.