Willow's Rescue
by willow
Chapter 19
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Chapter 19...
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Buffy and Willow crashed through the bedroom door, kissing and groping like there was no tomorrow. They stopped for a second or two to catch their breath. Their foreheads were pressed together as they each tried to get breathing back under control before kissing feverishly again. Willow took Buffy's face in her hands and looked into her eyes.
"I can't believe I almost lost you tonight," tears started to form in both pairs of eyes.
"I love you, baby," whispered Buffy
"I love you, too," Willow whispered back. With that said, Buffy started to kiss her again. Willow's arms went to Buffy's neck and Buffy's hands went to Willow's ass. She lifted the witch up, still kissing her, and placed her down onto the bed, pressing their bodies as close together as she possibly could. The slayer moaned as Willow lifted a knee inbetween her thighs before sliding her top off...
Buffy's eyes shot open and she took in a sudden gasp. She looked around the room then down at a sleeping Willow before realising it was just a dream. She put her head back down and looked up at the ceiling before chastising herself for feeling so horny after the dream. To make things worse, Willow's breathing on her neck was driving her crazy. She carefully removed herself from Willow and had a cold shower in the en-suite.
She put on one of Willow's bath robes and walked back in to find a sleepy witch rubbing her eyes open.
"Morning," she smiled at Willow.
"Morning," she looked at Buffy sleepily, "you took a shower?" She asked, confused.
"Uhhh... yes," Buffy was beginning to blush, she hadn't figured out what to tell Willow yet if she'd woken up.
Willow shrugged her shoulders and said, "mmm'k," before dropping backwards onto the pillow. This made Buffy smile.
"Not a morning person are ya, Wills?!" Buffy asked, rhetorically. She sat on the edge of the bed next to Willow.
"Hell no," she sat back up again and looked to Buffy, "have I got an appointment with the shrink today?"
"I wish you wouldn't call it that," Buffy said turning serious, "it's at 12, so don't worry, you still have time to lie in." She finished with a smile, but Willow didn't look impressed.
"Buffy, I don't need this," she whined, "I'm not crazy, I don't need to talk about my problems, with some council guy, who by the way is a total perve. It's like, 'hello, my eyes are up here,'" she paused and looked Buffy in the eye, "you seriousy think that talking to someone like that about everything that's happened over the last few years is going to help me?"
Buffy sighed and gave Willow a sympathetic look. "We can get you someone else if you want...."
"Buff, have you even been listening? I. Don't. Need. A. Shrink." She said sternly, her eyes filling with tears before looking down, avoiding Buffy's gaze.
"Willow," Buffy cupped her cheek and forced her to look up at her, "you have nightmares every night, you're scared to leave the house, you jump every time you hear a door open. Sweetie, you need help."
"I don't need some shrink's help Buff, I have you," she said, mesmorized by Buffy's eyes for a second, before quickly adding, "...a-and Dawn and Xander and Faith and Giles. I don't need anyone else." Buffy still looked unsure, until she heard Willow's little voice, "please?" she asked using her puppy dog eyes.
Buffy looked at her and was a goner. She knew she couldn't deny Willow of anything she wanted this badly.
"OK, Wills, you win. I'll call Giles, tell him to stop the therapy sessions."
Willow sighed her relief, "thanks, Buff."
"I'll go make us some breakfast," she said with a smile before getting up to leave, she stopped at the door and turned back to Willow. "Will?"
The thin girl looked up at her. "Yeah Buff?"
"What if things don't... get better... for you? I mean..."
"I'll be fine, Buff," Willow smiled at her, "I have you guys."
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"Are you sure about this, Buffy?" Giles asked, pacing up and down the living room. It was just after lunch and Buffy had called Giles to come over whilst Willow was napping upstairs. "I mean, this therapy could help her alot, all the things she's been through could be made alot easier."
"No, they couldn't, Giles," Buffy said sternly but calmly, "they've already happened, nothing in the world is going to make them easier. We need to show her that we still believe in her, still trust her judgement, even with everything that's happened. We at least owe her that."
Giles nodded his head before looking at the floor for a few seconds. "We really let her down didn't we," Giles took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Willow was like a daughter to him. He'd even given her away on her wedding day, as her own parents had died in a plane crash earlier that year. He felt so bad, how could he have given his 'daughter' away to that bitch?
Buffy hugged the British man, who, from what she could tell, was going to fall apart soon if he didn't get some support. "She'll be OK," she tried to comfort him. She'd rarely seen Giles cry and hated seeing her father figure upset.
Giles took a deep breath and nodded, pulling out of the embrace and smiling at his other 'daughter'.
"Yes, she'll be OK."
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