The Bold And the Beautiful
by Nykademis
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Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Hell I don't even own the title. I just wrote this thing on a dare.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Sha right like you want it
Title: The Bold and the Beautiful
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"Buffy!" I call to her but I know she won't come back.
I watch as her slender, leather clad form disappears into the night.
"Fuck" I heave a deep sigh and wish I'd never brought up Faith in the first place.
It's our first fight as a couple.
Buffy: 1
Willow: Horny
She's obviously winning. I slam the door and slide my back down against it. I wanna cry so badly, but there's no one to dry my tears.
Buffy always dries my tears, but right now she's the cause of them.
Damn me! Why did I have to be jealous.
Okay I had a good reason.....I think.
I tug at my hair, glad I didn't cut it back to my shoulders like I'd planned. It falls around my face and over my chest catching the tears as they drop.
I allow myself to wallow in my self-loathing for a few minutes before I decide I'm stronger than this. I push myself up and look at the disaster area that is our living room.
Buffy and I have lived together for close to 9 months now. We moved out of Joyce's house nearly a week before telling her we were a couple. She took it well. Well atleast she did after she regained consciousness.
I stumble over to the couch and drop down non-to-gently. Usually I yell at Buffy for sitting down like this but right now I don't care if the damn thing collaspses on me. I just want my slayer back.
I try to burrow my butt deeper into the cushions and hear a crackling sound.
The photo's.
The reason for this whole damn fight.
I pick up the scattered pictures and look at them each in turn though I know already every vivid one by heart.
Not because I've seen them so many times. But because I've seen 'her' so many times.
Yet I torture myself and look again.
Buffy smiling.
Buffy smirking.
Buffy flicking off the camera.
Buffy with that 'come hither' look in her eyes that I see everynight.
Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, BUFFY!
And in every single one, she's nude, or close to it.
But I didn't take these pictures.
Faith did.
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I'm tempted to tear them up and burn them. But they're of Buffy and pictures of my love are something I cherish, no matter what problems they've wrought.
I'll admit, I'm a jealous person. I want my slayer to myself. Heart, body and nude pictures...I mean soul.
"Geez get your mind out of the gutter Rosenberg"
Great now I'm talking to myself.
"Oh shut up"
I sigh. I really need to get out more.
I stack the photo's and place them in the envelop they came in. Then I place them in the drawer of the nightstand next to our bed.
I can only hope she'll come home to me tonight. A mad Buffy is an absent Buffy. And I hate to make her mad. Call me a nympho, but I 'love' Buffy cuddles...among other things.
"Nympho"
Oh god.
I check the clock 9:27pm.
She's patrolling.
I'd follow her but I wouldn't know where to start to find her. So many cemetery's, ten times as many vamps.
Nope. Willow stays at home.
I check all the doors and turn out the lights. If Buffy doesn't have a key it serves her right.
I shower and climb into my empty bed, missing the sweet heat she always provides.
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I wake up the next morning to an empty bed. I reach over and feel the cooling sheets.
There's a head print in her pillow.
She came home.
I pull on my robe and walk barefoot (cold wood floors!) into the kitchen.
She's standing over the center island, staring down into nothingness as she does whenever she's troubled.
"I didn't think about it Will" she shakes and head and mumbles.
"About what Buffy?" I ask wrapping my arms around her.
'Mmmm love the Buffy feeling'
"Her taking pictures"
I stiffen. It's involuntary. Please god no, I don't wanna fight about this anymore.
"Bu-" she cuts me off and spins me in her arms so my backs up against the island.
"No Will's. I'm serious. I didn't think that much of it. I mean Faith's connected to that damn camera most of the time anyway. It's her release, her art. I didn't really think to deny her that. I mean she takes picture's of me all the time"
She's staring at a spot just above my nose. I want her to meet my eyes so I tilt up her chin.
Her eyes are shiny. She wants to cry.
"You're usually not naked baby" I point out. Yep now's a good time to start kicking myself. That way I can take my foot out of my mouth!
"We..we'd just finished training" she won't drop my gaze now. She's starting at me, into me, and I know she's telling the truth.
"She pulled the damn thing out and...I was changing. She was egging me on, and it just got out of hand"
So that's why all the poses looked so natural.
Faith's got talent. No matter how 'crazy' that girl makes me, she's and artist. I'll give her that much.
I mean. She 'has' turned being a pain in the ass into an art form.
"Buffy you posed nude for a girl that's wanted to get in your pants since Highschool!"
Buffy gets this astonished look on her face.
"Faith? Want me? Um...no. She's like studiously straight. Have you seen the guys she dances with a the bronze?"
"She teases them Buffy. Have you seen the 'girls' she takes home from the Bronze?"
"Okay fine Willow. Maybe she's into girls. But she's not into me. She never was!" she's almost screaming at me now. She only does that when she's unsure.
"Where are you from Planet Oblivious?!" way to go Rosenberg, still got that foot in your mouth.
"Well I guess. But you're from Planet 'Jealous of a Girl that doesn't want my Girlfriend? My god Willow when did you turn into such a shrew?"
"Well Buffy, I..." I really don't know what to say. So I do the dumb thing.
I leave.
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Well not leave completely. I went into the room and locked the door.
I know she can break the thing down, but what would she tell Xander?
He'd jump right to thinking we were doing something kinky.
His libido works in my favor.
I dress slowly, holding back tears. I hardly notice what I put on until the scent reaches my nose.
Buffy's favorite wrap shirt. It's black and backless. Two strings wrap around your neck and there's a thin line of fabric at the bottom to keep the hem at your waist. She wears it all the time.
But today it's mine. Even though I'm kinda mad at her, I like her scent on me. Marking me as her's (as well as the other various love bites).
I stop behind her as I walk through the kitchen.
She's stilling on a stool, her head on her folded arms. She's not crying, just being still. I run my fingers through her waist length hair.
"I'll always love you baby" I mean it I will. I press a kiss to her lderlder and walk out the door.
It's sunny (well hell it's Sunnydale) as usual. What I would give for a gloomy day to match my mood.
'Willow' great now I'm talking to myself in my head too 'you are such a wimp'.
Sometimes I wish I'd just shut up.
I don't know where I'm going. I ignore the car and walk.
I look up after a while. I'm at Giles' house. How did I get here?
I don't want to think about it.
He answers at my first knock.
"Willow? What's wrong why are you dressed like that?"
Huh?
I look down at myself.
Oh!
Not only am I wearing Buffy's black top, but my favorite black slacks as well. Oh and black shoe's too!
"Who died 'copper top'?"
Faith walks down the stairs. The evil camera in her hands.
Why did Giles ever give her that thing?
"I...uh..." I'm at a loss for words.
Giles looks between us and walks away mumbling about 'american girls' and their 'unicolor wardrobes'.
Huh?
Oh! Faith's in all black.
Geez I blush at stuff I embarrass myself by not noticing.
Faith saunters up to me, stopping 'way' too much inside my personal space.
"Ya know Red..." she brushes her fingers through my hair. It's almost as long as Buffy's "You have the right hair for it"
Again with the 'huh'.
"F-for what?" I try to step back but she follows me.
"For nudes. Hides just enough to be mysterious, but shows most of what you want to see"
She smooths her fingers through the length of my hair.
I'm sure the carress of my breast was 'accidental'.
Like I'm that stupid.
"Ugh" comes out more like a growl than I'm used to.
I smack her hand away and storm out of the house.
I'm tired of hiding.
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"I don't want it anymore. Just do it" I'm close to sobbing.
Not gonna cry.
Not gonna cry.
Not gonna cry in front of strangers.
"Okay sweetie if you're sure"
Oh I'm sure. She thinks it's perfect.
Well she's about to get a rude awakening.
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"Buffy!" I call when I get home.
There's no answer. I wanted her to be home.
If only to approve of my hair cut.
"She's in the shower"
I jump a good foot in the air at the sound of Cordy's voice.
"Oh! Is she okay?"
"Yeah. She just needed me to do something for her. I'm done now" Cordy smiles at me stiffly and walks to the door "By the way. I love the cut" she winks and then she's gone.
"Okay"
I walk into the bedroom. I can hear the shower running. Slowly I pull off my shoe's and brace myself for the coming ersaersation.
Buffy and I can never fight for long. We love each other too much to worry about all the little things, and the few big things that get in the way of our love.
Like Faith taking nude pictures of her.
Not that I don't like them.
But that's not the point.
She comes out of the steaming bathroom with a towel around her head, while she rubs the water off her gorgeously tanned skin.
And I know somethings off.
I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know somethings different.
"Y-you cut your hair"
I barely hear her. Her voice is a tiny whisper.
"I" deep breath Rosenberg "I needed a change"
She smirks at me and drops the towel from around her body "So did I" she whips the smaller one off her head.
The damp blonde strands cling to her chin and hand wetly at her shoulders.
"You cut your hair too!"
Buffy shrugs "Great minds?"
Then I realize what's wrong.
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We can't stop kissing.
Not that she minds.
'She' being Faith.
"Are you guys gonna do this or just do 'it'?"
Oh Faithy 'real' clever. Not.
Buffy pulls away from me and stares deeply into my eyes.
"Are you sure about this Will?"
milemile softly at her. I really do love this woman.
I'm actually not sure. But I need this. 'We' need this.
Modesty be damned.
"Yes"
Oops that came out as a moan.
Oh well.
Faith preps the camera as we both turn to her and snaps the picture.
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There's a lovely manip that goes with this fic. I'll get the link up to it soon.