One Last Shot
by Whedonist
Chapter 6
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Disclaimer: the best I can do this early in the morning is...I think Joss rocks...the character's are a product of his brain not mine. I'm just trying to have a little fun with them. Thank you.
A/N: None at this time.
Chapter 6
Well, thank you very much that was enough emotional trauma for one day. Poor Buffy, It's gonna be hard for her at work, but at least Jim seemed like a cool enough guy. He didn't have a problem with us being girlfriends and the dinner was great. Who would have thought that they had such great Mexican food at that little whole in the wall restaurant?
All in all things are going well. Buffy is receptive as ever and she looks happier. I know I know it's probably because we had the big talk, but she seems lighter to. I haven't seen her bounce around a store like that since the first year she was in Sunnydale. She actually giggled. Buffy, Mightier than Thou, Big Bad Demon Killing, Crime Fighting Woman, giggled like a school girl. Might I just say that it was very sexy. The giggling part not the idea of Buffy as a school girl cuz that would make me kind of pervy and while I enjoy non-vanilla naughtiness, I do not enjoy school girls.
The other thing that's bugging me is this waiting thing. We had agreed to not be too hasty with the physical stuff because I say this now with hindsight of 20/20, it seemed like the thing to do at that the time. Now it's like she steps into the room and I'm literally on fire. Well, okay not literally because OW, but figuratively as in the cheesy romance novel type stuff, where my loins are all aflame and I find the need to pull a Scarlett and fan myself in an overly dramatic southern way.
I'm not sure if it was the confession that brought about this change or if it was just the timing. Sure there was lust before,
I can admit to that, but I was always able to control it. Maybe it's just cuz I don't have to anymore, control it that is.
She's driving me mad. Last night we decided to sleep in separate beds. I wouldn't have been able to not touch her. So I being control girl said that I would sleep in the guest bedroom. No big right? Well, this morning, I'm making breakfast and she comes into the kitchen in some sexy black underwear and cutoff wife beater. I think I made a puddle on the floor. And I swear by the gods, that she did it on purpose. She had this slight smirk to her face as she walked over to the fridge. She had to know I was watching cuz then she bent over, BENT OVER! to grab some veggies for the omelet. Oh great muppety Odin, I could have died and spent the rest of eternity in hell. It really wouldn't have mattered at the point. Then the little minx comes over and swipes the corner of my mouth. Apparently I had been drooling. All I have to say is that when we finally do get to be naked together, I'm gonna spank her for teasing me; after all how else is she going to learn that teasing a witch is liable to make you cry...sometimes in ecstasy.
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Showers. They're good. They take away the smell of your sweat and they help you relax. Especially if you've invested in a detachable water massager that helps get those hard to reach areas. It's really not my fault. I haven't been this horny in well...I think ever. Literally I came 6 times in the shower. 6!. Now before you go all what's the big deal on me, let me clarify. The most at any one time I've cum is 3. Those were with Spike. He's been around a 125 years; he was bound to pick up a few tricks along the way. This last time though, man o man. It was just with thoughts of a scantily clad redhead running around my apartment.
See we had agreed to wait. It seemed right...at the time, but now, I'm not sure how much waiting I can do. I think 9 years is long enough. I mean we are dating, or are we in a serious relationship. What does that mean serious relationship? Why is it serious? Does it involve marriage, kids, and a house? Oh god commitment! No, she can't be thinking that far in advance...oh gods, calm down...it's ok. I can handle that. If she wants it, but I hope not. I can't keep a stupid goldfish alive. A kid, what the hell am I going to do with that? Dawn was already grown I didn't need to do anything just make sure she didn't get dead.
Okay, freak out is over. I'll just have to talk to Wills about it. I can do that I'm an adult. Besides the fact that it's not fair to start to freak out over things that no one has even brought up. Kids though might be cool. Although, I'm not sure how that would work out, no one has man parts in this relationship. Ah well...what to do today? Will said something about going to see a Monty Python Musical. Monty Python and musical in the same sentence gives me a headache. I do love the crazy brit, but still, musical. Do we all remember the last time Buffy was in a musical? It ended with me making out with Spike. I've yet to figure out that lapse of sanity. And to top it all off, the bastard called me from Rome last month. I should have staked him years ago. And how did he get my number? I'm not only unlisted, but there are about 7 people in the known world that know I'm in the states. All of whom would stake the bastard before giving him my number. Grrrr...
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"So witch o' mine, what have you got planned for our day?"
Willow looked up from her laptop and smiled. Buffy was wearing a free flowing knee length skirt that showed just the right amount of leg and a top that left enough to the imagination that gave Willow shivers. Sure she'd seen Buffy naked plenty of times, but it was different. She had the right to oogle now and oogle she did.
"Well, I don't know really. I was thinking of taking you for some good old fashioned adult fun. We could go down to the village and check some boutiques or we could take a long luxurious walk through central park and feed the pigeons. Also the Met museum is having some cool exhibits, but you might get bored."
"Well, the shopping doesn't sound like a sucky plan. Why don't we start there and then play it by ear?"
"Let me finish sending this and then we can go."
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"Oh Wills, what about this one?"
"Buff, I'm not sure if that's even legal to wear? Don't you guys have laws about indecent exposure?"
"Yeah but at the clubs it should be okay I think. Besides it's not for me it's for you"
Willow's mouth dropped open. The top in question was a light, glittery gray that would come up to just below her boobs and there was no back. Just two stings that crisscrossed in the back to hold it on. Shaking her head no, Willow turned a light shade of red from her neck to forehead.
"No way am I wearing that out or in. Buff, if you've forgotten, I do not wear stuff like that, you don't wear stuff like that. Faith might wear stuff like that. Not me. Stuff like that on me equals big spaz and shame."
"Willow, Willow, Willow, you've got a rockin' bod as Xander would say and I would heartily agree. You should show it off. And if anyone starts to hit on you too much then they get to deal with me. I want to show you off. Please oh pretty please. Besides the fact that I think you owe me."
"Owe you? Owe you what?"
"See, some moons ago I was able to convince you to wear a leather mini skirt and halter top, but someone decided to put on a stupid Casper outfit instead. Now it may have been awhile ago, but I still want to see you in something similar. Come on. We can let you wear a pair of leather pants that have lain dormant in my closet and some boots. It'll be very drool worthy." To punctuate her argument, Buffy laid on the puppy dog face and began to whimper.
See now why does she have to do that? I can't resist that look. I've never been able to resist that look. Damnit Buffy!
Grabbing the top, Willow huffed out and marched up to the counter. She heard Buffy clapping for joy behind her and sighed.
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The girls stepped into the club. Willow was wearing the outfit Buffy had picked out for her and Buffy was wearing a similar outfit, but the top was less revealing and the pants were red leather instead of black. They both looked around and saw a corner table open. Grabbing Willows hand, Buffy made her way to the table. The music was fairly decent. She hadn't heard anything new in awhile, but the DJ was mixing old and newer stuff so she could at least feel not too out of place.
It's been forever since I've been out to a club. Man, I've missed it. I need to dance.
Buffy pulled Willow up and smiled motioning to the dance floor. The girls fell into an easy pattern. Willow was moving with Buffy trying to let her lead. It felt and looked more like a mating ritual then a dance. Buffy's hips were grinding against her right thigh and Willow's center was mirroring the action of Buffy's. Her hand slipped around Buffy's shoulders and she pulled her in close. Their breasts mashed together and Willow began leaving bite marks along the blonde's neck. She hungrily sucked in an earlobe and even through the pulsing beat of the music she heard the moan. Smiling in satisfaction, the witch let go of the ear and worked her way over to the un-ravished side of the neck. Repeating her actions, she added some hand work. Roughly stroking Buffy's back and then moving her right hand to trail to the front of them and kneading a breast through the fabric of the slayer's top. She felt Buffy arch into her touch and Willow's hips thrust forward more.
Gods, Willow. How did this happen? You used to be so shy.
Buffy pulled back and grabbed the back of Willow's head. Crushing their mouths together, Buffy demanded entrance into the other girl's mouth. Teeth clicked together and tongues dueled for dominance. Not even breaking for oxygen, they moved faster and harder to the music. That was until Buffy felt some one tap her on the shoulder. Growling she spun around to yell at the moron who would interrupt her Willow kissage.
The big bald man smiled shyly and motioned the two off the dance floor.
"Sorry girls, but as much as most of the guys here wouldn't say no to letting you continue. I need to ask you to tone it down just a bit."
Willow broke out into a grin and took Buffy's hand.
"Hey, it's cool. I think it was time for us to leave anyhow."
Willow patted the large man on top of the head and drug a shocked Buffy out of the club and into the cool night air. Luckily the place they were at was only a block down from Buffy's apartment. It did take them some time to get there though. One girl or the other would pull them to the side for some groping and kissing every few feet.