CSI: Sunnydale
by Rin
On the First Day of Christmas...
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A/N: You know I'm gonna update this one next!!!
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Buffy stretched, and smiled, as she was greeted by the cutest sleepy grin.
"Mning." All least, that's how it sounded. Willow just groaned into the pillow then, unhappy at being awoken from her reverie. She was enjoying the post-sleep shuteye, warm and comfy, content, a beautiful blonde coworker...
Right. They still needed to discuss what came next for them. It was obvious there was no denying the chemistry.
"Merry Christmas." Buffy pushed the wild red locks behind Willow's ear before placing a sweet kiss to her forehead. "I wanted to be the first person you heard that from...you being Jewish, and all."
"Well...I won't complain this time." Willow's eyes blinked open and shut, still protesting at the wakeful state.
"Good." Buffy leaned over, and ignored morning breath, unhappy that her mouth wasn't plastered to the redhead's permanently. Willow Rosenberg was one helluva kisser. Kate was stupid to let this go.
Kate. They would need to talk about her, too. It was obvious the woman still had feelings for the redhead. That much was obvious from the Christmas party, and the constant ignoring that was happening on crime scenes. Kate was colder than her usual self, and Willow knew it was because of her honesty. Sometimes, it's not the best policy.
"I make a motion to stay in bed all day." Willow took a deep breath behind her smirk, and stretched her sore limbs. "A girl could get used to you in her bed."
"Technically, it's you in MY bed...but that's semantics." Buffy leaned over for another kiss, and was not surprised when she heard a cheerful chirp of glee from the doorway. Looking over, she knew Dawn was itching to burst in. "You can come in, Dawnie. We're decent."
"We?" Dawnie ducked in her sister's room, and noticed the redhead was lounged across the mussed bedspread. Both still had their clothes on from yesterday, so her sister didn't get lucky. "Hi, Dr. Rosenberg. Good to see you again."
"Call me Willow, please. I get enough of that Dr. stuff at work." Willow sat up, and leaned against the backboard. "Merry Christmas."
"I thought you were Jewish." Dawn looked perplexed but moved further into the room anyways.
"Again with the semantics." Buffy rolled her eyes in amusement before pushing herself up, too, patting the bed for Dawnie to join them. Her younger sister hopped on the end, climbing to the top, and sitting in the middle like a little kid. "Merry Christmas, Dawnie."
"Merry Christmas, Buff." Dawn laid her head on her sister's shoulder, and allowed the blonde to pull her into a hug. "Want me to start breakfast?"
"If you'd like. We'll be down in a few." Buffy kissed her sister's crown before squeezing one last time before release. "No peanut butter quesadillas this time, okay?"
"Deal." Dawn smiled before crawling back out of the bed. "Want me to come get you, or you just gonna come down?"
"Mmm...better us to come down, I suppose. We shouldn't be long." Buffy scooted over to fill the gap between them, as she watched her sister nod and exit her room.
"I should get going anyways. You have your family thing tonight." Willow started to get out of bed but Buffy pulled her back, and pinned her beneath her, arms by her head.
"You should join us for dinner. It's never that exciting, and Dad will be too preoccupied with his new wife and baby. It's always hard on Dawn seeing them together, and Mom not being around." Buffy released her grip, and crashed on the bed beside the redhead, rolling on her side, and leaning her head on her elbow to look down at the temptress in her bed.
"I don't want to intrude, as fun as that sounds." Willow's sarcasm earned her a playful pinch, which caused her to eep. "Really, Buff. It's your family time. I would just be in the way. Plus, there's a lot we still need to talk about, and Christmas festivities aren't the best time to share feelings I've learned."
"Please? I'll bring out the puppy eyes if necessary." Buffy pouted a little. "I'll just introduce you as my boss instead of my girlfriend. We have to be quiet about that, anyways."
"Stupid rules. I knew I shouldn't have succumbed to your temptations." Willow smirked through her own pout.
"As I recall, it was your wily charms that had me tempting in the first place." Buffy sent a sexy leer to the woman beside her before falling on top of her for some morning kisses. "If you want, you can just spend the day here, and we can get the talk out of the way before the others arrive."
"I'm afraid I make boring all-day company." Willow was seriously afraid of too much time at first equaling bored faster.
"I've been in your company all day. It was anything but boring." Buffy smiled before placing a few feather light kisses along Willow's jawline. "Besides...I won't let you go. I'll tie you if needed."
"Ohh...such promises." Willow wrapped her hands in Buffy's hair, pulling the blonde closer for some more passionate kisses. "You called me your girlfriend."
"Yes...I suppose I did. I'm sorry if that's not...it's been a while. I didn't mean to presume."
"No, presume away. I like the sound of it." Willow smiled through hooded eyes, as the two just snuggled on the bed. "That all day in bed idea still sounds appealing."
"You have no idea." Buffy sighed before resolving to get up; she'd told Dawn not to come up because she didn't expect them to get caught in so much kissing again. Who was she kidding? She was looking forward to all the kisses she could get.
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Faith arrived at the morgue, unseen by anybody. She wasn't surprised when the watcher almost spilled his tea down his lab coat.
"Faith, you startled me. I see your stealth training is paying off." Giles placed his teacup by the computer before wiping the tea from his hands. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"It's about some chicks that saw me slayin' a couple back. I remember Blondie's name. CSI Summers or some shit. Don't remember Red's, though." Faith moved into the morgue, and propped herself up on one of the empty tables. She started picking up the tools, and examining them. "I don't know if they've been followin' me, or if it's all coincidence. Probably the last, since they seem to get called on Darla's..."
"You can't save them all. Darla is ruthless and old. A vampire doesn't survive four hundred years by being unintelligent." Giles took the tools from Faith's hands, and shooed her from the table. "They're called chairs; I suggest you use them."
"Whatever." Faith propped up in the computer chair. "Anyways...this Summers and Red...they seen me slay. They know about vamps and all? They didn't act all surprised, wanted to help if I recall. Kinda funny thinkin' of those two tryin' to slay, though."
"I assure you they are both quite capable of handling themselves in combat." Giles was being too British, and not revealing any emotions on his face. That part always put Faith off on watchers; one reason why she ran from them for so long. Giles seemed cool, though. He had a day...well, a night job, away from the council. He wasn't as tightly wound, and he was actually in the field, and not always hidden behind desks, mansion walls, and books.
"Yeah, I don't see it." Faith heard a call on the radio for a deadbody pickup. Another one. She shouldn't have been here asking about two chicks that didn't pose a threat when there was still one chick posing a major threat. Some holiday.
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"We have to keep quiet, especially if we want to stay on the same shift. It'll be hard but we can't show any emotion outside of the bedroom, even when we're out on dates. It's like going back in the closet, and I don't like it...but we have no choice. I'm not giving up my job, and I just found you...so...we'll have to just stay quiet, see what happens, explore this thing between us behind locked doors. I'm sorry if those sound like orders...but we really don't have a choice if we want to be girlfriends." Willow took a deep breath before lowering her eyes. Buffy just took the redhead's hands, and squeezed until the woman looked at her. "It'll be harder with you than it was with Kate because it wasn't illegal for Kate and I to be together; we didn't work in the same department."
"I'm okay with that. I'll take you however I can get you, and I know your work comes first." Buffy swallowed hard, afraid that it would eventually come between them.
"I'd like it not to be, though. I've just never had anything that I liked better." Willow leaned back against the couch. "Until now, that is. I want us to happen, or else I wouldn't take the risk."
"I know how much your job means to you. Mine, too. That's why it's not a problem if we're quiet about it." Buffy leaned back against the couch, too, keeping the redhead's hand entwined with hers. "I can't promise that there won't be longing looks, though. You're so hot when you get in CSI mode sometimes. I'm not sure what that says about me but I can say...when it comes to that point, our sheets won't go cold, especially if we have to repress nightly emotions until morning. And I can't believe I just said that."
"No, no...it's okay. You're sexy in CSI mode, too. I don't think you're crazy; if you were, I'd be, too. Oh, wait..." Willow smirked, squeezing their hands. "And...I promise we will get to that point, just...not now. We need to take things really slow for this to work."
"I'd like to see this work. I'm crazy alright...about you."
"Don't tell me you're one of those cheesy romantics." Willow's smirk was seemingly plastered on her face, as she settled into the couch further.
"I can't help it sometimes; you'll have to forgive me." Buffy released their grip before standing. "My dad should be here in about an hour. You want to take a shower, while I check on the turkey? I'll get Dawn to get you some clothes, while I stir the food. Feel free to use anything in the bathroom or my room. My robe's on the back of my bedroom door."
"I'd like that. I was beginning to get jealous that you were all fresh and clean, and I was hung out to stink. I was wondering if you'd at least let me freshen up before meeting your dad." Willow stood, stretching from the afternoon lounge. "Won't it look suspicious that I'm wearing your clothes, though?"
"I see my dad maybe twice, three times a year. I highly doubt he'll remember what I wear." Buffy smiled before pushing the redhead up the stairs. "Now go, I'll have Dawn lay out some clothes on my bed for you. It'll be the quickest anybody's gotten in my pants."
"What if it's a skirt?" Willow smirked, as she looked back at the blonde standing at the bottom step.
"You and semantics." Buffy just chuckled before the redhead disappeared up the stairs. Dinner would definitely be interesting.
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The small blonde peeked in through the window. This was the house of that nosy little blonde cop. Honing her senses, Darla listened to the musings in the house. It seemed there was a dinner party, her favorite kind...and a baby. They were always tasty and pure.
Darla watched them through the windows, studying them. She decided to torture the little blonde, wait it out, make her suffer, just for messing with her artwork. She noticed a few things. They were mostly uncomfortable; the "wife" seemed to be too young for the dad, probably close to the blonde daughter's age, and the redhead, her coworker. The one she knew was in charge of the whole crime scene investigations at night; she'd seen her several times, too. Two for the price of one; Darla liked that.
What was really interesting was when the Dad and wife took the new baby and left. The blonde and redhead were a little more chummy than just coworkers, especially if their passionate liplock was any indication. They'd hidden this from the others...who else were they hiding it from? Darla started to form a plan in her head. This was just too good; maybe Santa still did give gifts to those boys and girls that've been bad.