Awkward Little Moments
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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2,019
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Awkward Little Moments
Disclaimer: Ok, so many moons ago, this guy named Pocket Jericho starts writing fanfic. Then through one way or another he finds slash fic. His prudish mind is shocked by this kind of stuff. How could he possibly write such smutty stuff? Turns out that he can, and after seeing Kissing Jessica Stein, he got an idea for a slash fic. So this is his first slash fic. Joss Whedon owns the characters of Buffy, so please don’t sue Pocket Jericho. He needs the money for the therapy he will need after his mind has been corrupted by slash fic.
Author’s Notes: This is an Au fic, everyone is human.
The pairings in this fic are Buffy/Willow, Xander/Spike, Angel/Cordelia, Buffy/Angel. More pairings may follow.
AWKWARD LITTLE MOMENTS
It was mid-afternoon in the town of Sunnydale and Buffy Summers sat on her front porch eating a choc chip muffin. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, blowing in the gentle summer breeze. She bit into the sweet cake, letting it fill her mouth, exciting her tastebuds. She smiled as she swallowed that first wonderful bite. This was how she wanted to spend all her days. Simply sitting by herself, eating things that would go straight to her hips, and not caring. She took another bite, savouring the taste of the muffin, letting the chocolate chips melt on her tongue. She closed her eyes, taking in the smell of the freshly cooked muffin. Then the phone rang.
“God damn it!” she exclaimed as she sat bolt upright and the muffin rolled off her lap and fell to the floor. She thought momentarily about picking it up, then her mind snapped back to the phone, and she raced inside to answer it.
“Buffy Summers speaking.” she answered, keeping her tone as cheerful as possible.
“Summers. I need you to come in. We’ve got a case that only you can help with.”
Buffy’s shoulders sagged. It was her boss, Liam Angelino. Everyone called him Angel. He was a tall, dark and handsome twenty-something that Buffy had dated way back in highschool. When she graduated university, she’d started a job at Sunnydale Teen Help, a counselling service for teenagers. Angel had started there as the new director about a year after Buffy joined. That was blast from the past she really hadn’t needed. He was always using the fact that they’d dated as a tool to ridicule her and make her do work when she didn’t want to. Like now, for example.
“Look, I can’t. It’s Saturday afternoon for Christ sake!” she shouted into the phone. There was a short pause, and Buffy could imagine his self-assured, snot-nosed look.
“You’re busy on a Saturday afternoon? Doing what? Eating cake?”
“They’re muffins.”
“Chocolate?”
“Yeah actually.” she told him, becoming slightly off-guard, the way he always made her.
“Frosted?”
“Sprinkles. I’m not real big on- Will you just stop it?!?”
“Stop what? I simply asked about the food you’re eating. It’s called conversation Summers. Get a grip. Now if you could be here by four this afternoon, that’d be brilliant.” he said.
Buffy went to reply, unable to get the words out quick enough through her shock at his arrogance.
“That’s great. See you then.”
Buffy heard the click on the other end of the phond scd screamed out loud. He was so damn frustrating. Every time she wanted to be by herself, he seemed to have a built in radar that could sense it, and he’d call her. That man seemed to be always working. And the thing that really pissed her off about him was that she still found him kind of cute.
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Further in town, away from the suburbs, Willow Rosenberg was spending her Saturday afternoon finishing a very long, lazy lunch at the trendy Espresso Pump café. The Espresso Pump was her regular hang out, a place where she scoped out guys, and the odd girl or two. Willow dated guys, well actually, she used guys to fulfil her usual womanly urges. She never really loved any of the guys she slept with. It wasn’t about love for Willow. Sex with a guy was about the animal in her and the guy coming together in a mess of sweaty limbs. She sat up slightly when a gorgeous brunette walked by.
“Woah baby.” Willow muttered, just above a whisper.
“Easy there Red. You’ll have a coronary on us.”
Willow looked up and noticed her two best friends, William or Spike as he liked to be called, and Alexander ‘Xander” Harris. She never made a move on either of these guys. Mostly because they were together, but also because she never found them that attractive in a sexual way. Willow found it funny that her best friends were gay lovers, and she had very distinctive gay tendencies.
“The problem with you Will, is that you can’t just accept your gay and make ve.”ve.” Xander said as he sat down and planted a playful kiss on Spike’s neck.
“I move. I do.” Willow paused her self-justification to sip her latte. “It’s just that all the lesbians around here are such vapid little whores. Maybe I should just write an ad in the newspaper and ask for someone.” she reasoned.
Xander let go of Spikes hand, getting a pen and paper from his bag. He began to draw columns on it, labelling each one. Spike leaned over, curiously watching his boyfriend.
“What are you writing pet?” Spike asked Xander. Xander kept writing as he answered.
“We’re gonna get our Willow a woman. We need to be non-confrontational, so you can get the bi-curious girls. Let’s face it, you deserve a bit of a fool around.”
“But that’s just it. I want something more than that. I want something with substance. I’ve done the whole play around thing with both sexes. It’s time to go for something special.” Willow told them.
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Meanwhile, Buffy arrived at Sunnydale Teen Help and threw her handbag over the back of her chair. She sat down at her desk with a sigh, booting up her computer and waiting while it started up. Then she heard a voice she dreaded almost as much as Angel’s.
“Hi Buffy! Gee, took you long enough to get here. Poor Angel has been run off his feet. I try, God knows I do, but I can’t be the kind of helper you can. You’re just such a special part of this team.”
Buffy gave her best fake smile. Cordelia Chase was Angel’s latest Slut Of The Month, although to her credit, she’d lasted three months so far. Most of Angel’s floozy’s made it around a day past one month then he got rid of them. He worked with Cordy, so maybe that was why he was still with her. Buffy didn’t really care. Then her phone rang and she excused herself, answering what she thought would be a crisis call.
“Sunnydale Teen Help, Buffy speaking.”
“Oh, hey Buffy. Dawn told me I could reach you here. It’s Daniel.”
“Who?”
“Daniel. Daniel Osbourne? Oz? Bass player for Dingoes Ate My Baby. We played your sister’s twenty-first party last weekend.”
Buffy cringed. Oz was a nice enough guy, even though he couldn’t decide what colour he wanted his hair to be. He was a typical rock guy. Buffy didn’t find him all that attractive and she didn’t know what they could possibly have in common. Even so, she still accepted his offer of dinner.
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Author’s Notes: This is an Au fic, everyone is human.
The pairings in this fic are Buffy/Willow, Xander/Spike, Angel/Cordelia, Buffy/Angel. More pairings may follow.
AWKWARD LITTLE MOMENTS
It was mid-afternoon in the town of Sunnydale and Buffy Summers sat on her front porch eating a choc chip muffin. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, blowing in the gentle summer breeze. She bit into the sweet cake, letting it fill her mouth, exciting her tastebuds. She smiled as she swallowed that first wonderful bite. This was how she wanted to spend all her days. Simply sitting by herself, eating things that would go straight to her hips, and not caring. She took another bite, savouring the taste of the muffin, letting the chocolate chips melt on her tongue. She closed her eyes, taking in the smell of the freshly cooked muffin. Then the phone rang.
“God damn it!” she exclaimed as she sat bolt upright and the muffin rolled off her lap and fell to the floor. She thought momentarily about picking it up, then her mind snapped back to the phone, and she raced inside to answer it.
“Buffy Summers speaking.” she answered, keeping her tone as cheerful as possible.
“Summers. I need you to come in. We’ve got a case that only you can help with.”
Buffy’s shoulders sagged. It was her boss, Liam Angelino. Everyone called him Angel. He was a tall, dark and handsome twenty-something that Buffy had dated way back in highschool. When she graduated university, she’d started a job at Sunnydale Teen Help, a counselling service for teenagers. Angel had started there as the new director about a year after Buffy joined. That was blast from the past she really hadn’t needed. He was always using the fact that they’d dated as a tool to ridicule her and make her do work when she didn’t want to. Like now, for example.
“Look, I can’t. It’s Saturday afternoon for Christ sake!” she shouted into the phone. There was a short pause, and Buffy could imagine his self-assured, snot-nosed look.
“You’re busy on a Saturday afternoon? Doing what? Eating cake?”
“They’re muffins.”
“Chocolate?”
“Yeah actually.” she told him, becoming slightly off-guard, the way he always made her.
“Frosted?”
“Sprinkles. I’m not real big on- Will you just stop it?!?”
“Stop what? I simply asked about the food you’re eating. It’s called conversation Summers. Get a grip. Now if you could be here by four this afternoon, that’d be brilliant.” he said.
Buffy went to reply, unable to get the words out quick enough through her shock at his arrogance.
“That’s great. See you then.”
Buffy heard the click on the other end of the phond scd screamed out loud. He was so damn frustrating. Every time she wanted to be by herself, he seemed to have a built in radar that could sense it, and he’d call her. That man seemed to be always working. And the thing that really pissed her off about him was that she still found him kind of cute.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Further in town, away from the suburbs, Willow Rosenberg was spending her Saturday afternoon finishing a very long, lazy lunch at the trendy Espresso Pump café. The Espresso Pump was her regular hang out, a place where she scoped out guys, and the odd girl or two. Willow dated guys, well actually, she used guys to fulfil her usual womanly urges. She never really loved any of the guys she slept with. It wasn’t about love for Willow. Sex with a guy was about the animal in her and the guy coming together in a mess of sweaty limbs. She sat up slightly when a gorgeous brunette walked by.
“Woah baby.” Willow muttered, just above a whisper.
“Easy there Red. You’ll have a coronary on us.”
Willow looked up and noticed her two best friends, William or Spike as he liked to be called, and Alexander ‘Xander” Harris. She never made a move on either of these guys. Mostly because they were together, but also because she never found them that attractive in a sexual way. Willow found it funny that her best friends were gay lovers, and she had very distinctive gay tendencies.
“The problem with you Will, is that you can’t just accept your gay and make ve.”ve.” Xander said as he sat down and planted a playful kiss on Spike’s neck.
“I move. I do.” Willow paused her self-justification to sip her latte. “It’s just that all the lesbians around here are such vapid little whores. Maybe I should just write an ad in the newspaper and ask for someone.” she reasoned.
Xander let go of Spikes hand, getting a pen and paper from his bag. He began to draw columns on it, labelling each one. Spike leaned over, curiously watching his boyfriend.
“What are you writing pet?” Spike asked Xander. Xander kept writing as he answered.
“We’re gonna get our Willow a woman. We need to be non-confrontational, so you can get the bi-curious girls. Let’s face it, you deserve a bit of a fool around.”
“But that’s just it. I want something more than that. I want something with substance. I’ve done the whole play around thing with both sexes. It’s time to go for something special.” Willow told them.
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Meanwhile, Buffy arrived at Sunnydale Teen Help and threw her handbag over the back of her chair. She sat down at her desk with a sigh, booting up her computer and waiting while it started up. Then she heard a voice she dreaded almost as much as Angel’s.
“Hi Buffy! Gee, took you long enough to get here. Poor Angel has been run off his feet. I try, God knows I do, but I can’t be the kind of helper you can. You’re just such a special part of this team.”
Buffy gave her best fake smile. Cordelia Chase was Angel’s latest Slut Of The Month, although to her credit, she’d lasted three months so far. Most of Angel’s floozy’s made it around a day past one month then he got rid of them. He worked with Cordy, so maybe that was why he was still with her. Buffy didn’t really care. Then her phone rang and she excused herself, answering what she thought would be a crisis call.
“Sunnydale Teen Help, Buffy speaking.”
“Oh, hey Buffy. Dawn told me I could reach you here. It’s Daniel.”
“Who?”
“Daniel. Daniel Osbourne? Oz? Bass player for Dingoes Ate My Baby. We played your sister’s twenty-first party last weekend.”
Buffy cringed. Oz was a nice enough guy, even though he couldn’t decide what colour he wanted his hair to be. He was a typical rock guy. Buffy didn’t find him all that attractive and she didn’t know what they could possibly have in common. Even so, she still accepted his offer of dinner.
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