Dreaming of a Buffy Christmas

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They’d run a few more tests at Giles’s place, and as with Tara, had found absolutely nothing wrong with Buffy. There was no explanation for her strange behavior… and Willow was starting to break. She was just letting the Slayer cling to her, most of the time, and occasionally held the other girl’s hand in return. It was just subconscious now, with how she felt about the blonde slayer and the desire to return the affection. She would stop when she was realizing that she was encouraging Buffy’s behavior. Something was wrong, after all. Buffy simply wasn’t acting like herself.

“Maybe the Slayer cracked. She’s probably finally gone insane and decided not to hide her feelings for Willow anymore. Buffy always makes eyes at her anyway.” Anya said tactlessly. “Xander, now that we know that there’s nothing magically or spiritually wrong with Buffy, can we go home and have sex?”

Willow sputtered, as did the blushing Xander, and at the same time they said, “Making eyes?!”

“Yes. Buffy always makes eyes at Willow when she isn’t looking. I was getting rather annoyed by the sexual tension. It is about time that Buffy stopped being shy and claimed Willow as an orgasm buddy.” Anya babbled out, fawning on Xander. “Can we please go have sex now?”

“Um… perhaps you should just take Buffy home and make her sleep. We shall attempt to figure something out…. Her… behavior is becoming rather distracting, especially to yourself and Xander, so I believe it is the best course of action.” Giles interrupted so that Anya wouldn’t continue, cleaning his glasses and looking very uncomfortable. Buffy had now moved to sitting in Willow’s lap.

Willow was reluctant, remembering the last night, but hoped that if she just begged, that Buffy would sleep alone to appease her. Reluctantly, she nudged Buffy off of her lap and said that they were going home. It was three days until Christmas, when they were supposed to spend Christmas Eve and day with Ms. Summers… and what the hell were they going to do if Buffy was still like this. She’d be mortified if Joyce saw Buffy fawning on her like that.

Buffy was actually stubborn enough to pick Willow up and carry her up the stairs when the elevator took too long, which embarrassed the shy hacker no end. Riley saw them on the way down the hall, apparently having gone to their room to talk to Buffy, and immediately looked worried. “Buffy! What happened? Is Willow okay? Are you okay?”

“Wills is fine.” Buffy’s eyes looked a bit watery as they stared lovingly at the redhead. “Did you want something?”

“Buffy please try to act normal.” Willow whispered silently, desperately. Riley would have a fit and probably try to drag the slayer for tests at the Initiative if he knew something was wrong. Then again, though he was a smart guy, he was pretty dense. Maybe he wouldn’t get it.

“Er… I was just coming by to see you. We were supposed to go for dinner tonight…” Riley began.

“Oh, I’ve gotta cancel that. I’m spending all today and tonight with my Willow.” Buffy’s smile was beaming, and taking that as the end of the conversation, Buffy trotted down the hall and into their room, leaving a very stunned Riley behind.

Willow was still blushing a bright red when Buffy set her down on her bed in the room, locking the door behind them. There was a faint tapping, no doubt Riley come to figure out what the hell was going on, but neither bothered to answer it. Buffy sat on her own bed, luckily, but then began staring at Willow. “Buffy. Why don’t you take a nap? You were out late last night patrolling and could probably use it. We both could.”

“I’m not very tired.” Buffy told her with a goofy, gushing smile. “You can lay down with me though. I’ll make sure to keep watch while you sleep.”

“Er… Buffy… nothing’s gonna get me while I sleep. Except maybe a nightmare, and last I checked, those were staying firmly in people’s dreams recently.” Willow grumbled, shucking off her shoes and twitching a brow at the blonde slayer.

“You can lay with me anyway. It’s more comforting to fall asleep together.” Buffy’s eyes were totally moonstruck as she stared at Willow unwaveringly. The redhead winced and squirmed under the gaze. She’d wished so fervently for Buffy to at least notice her in that way for so long… having that as constant attention was just uncomfortable. She really should know better by now. On a hellmouth… be careful what you wish for was an understatement.

“I think I’ll take a nap in my bed… on my own.” She insisted finally, turning over and pulling the covers over her clothes, deciding that perhaps she didn’t want to get changed with Buffy still like this. They had to figure something out soon… or her resolve was going to break.

Willow woke somewhere around an hour later to a rather pleasant feeling. She murmured, half asleep, as her eyes struggled to flutter open. When they finally did open, and focus, it was to find Buffy laying on the bed with her, nuzzling and kissing at her neck and collar bone, a hand trailing gently along her stomach and ribs, up to underneath her breast. “You’re awake,” kiss to the neck, “I was feeling so lonely,” a small flutter of her lips over the arch of Willow’s collar bone, “I just had to lay down with you…” her tongue trailed slowly up the line of Wilow’s neck, “And you were just so gorgeous and tempting laying there….”

“Buffy…” Willow actually whimpered. “Please… stop…”

“Why?” Buffy asked, perching herself up and over the redheaded witch, looking forlorn and hurt. The look in her expressive green eyes was that of a dear lover, spurned unexpectedly and for no reason.

“Please Buffy… you’re making it so hard to push you away.” Willow whispered, shutting her eyes tightly so that she didn’t have to look at the blonde slayer. “I… I’ve wanted… it’s… just… for so long… Buffy, please. I don’t want to take advantage… whatever’s wrong with you right now…”

“Willow… Willow look at me.” Willow’s eyes popped open and for the first time since the slayer had returned home from patrolling the previous night, Buffy sounded like her true self. Just Buffy, best-friend Buffy, trying to get a reluctant Willow’s attention. “Willow I love you. I have for so long, really. I’ve just been scared to do anything. I think I’ve loved you from the moment I first sat down with you for lunch.” Buffy’s smile was bright, loving, and full of wonderment. Her eyes sparkled as they focused again on Willow. “I was just so scared that you didn’t feel the same. I didn’t want to believe that I could be like that but… But then you started to show signs. Since we started college… before that… it was just…. I mean, I just -knew- that we’d get you back when the Mayor had you. I always knew that. There was nothing that would have stopped me from getting you back… but me dying. Last night, when that hodunk vamp was kicking my ass from there to next July, I realized that I was going to die. One slip and he’d kill me in the midst of his play, and I realized that I’d never have told you… shown you… what you mean to me. Then he staked himself, he just tripped and poofed himself into dust, and I was overjoyed. I knew that… if I could just get back to you, and show you what you’ve always meant to me, then everything would be alright. If anything happened, I could die happy, and knowing that you know that you are eternally loved. I wanted you to have that kitten to remember me by…. Oh my god the kitten!”

“It’s probably fine Buffy… we can go get it.” Willow said, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that she was hearing this. Finally. “Buffy… how am I… you just haven’t been yourself.”

“I’ll get Spike back for what he said, and sort everything else out later. The only thing I care about right now is showing you how much you mean to me.” Buffy whispered, nuzzling into Willow’s neck again. “I love you Willow.”

“Oh Goddess Buffy! I can’t even fathom how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that!” Willow threw her arms around Buffy, and as if it were some romance novel, they erupted in a passionate kiss. Which led to heavy petting.

Buffy was crouching over Willow with the girl’s shirt off when her hands began to drift down lower than the supple breasts she’d been fondling, kissing her with a passion Willow had never felt with Oz. As she felt a hand tug at the button to her jeans, then slowly start to slide it down, it hit her full force that she finally had Buffy, the woman of her fantasies, as her lover. She separated from the kiss, panting, her eyes closed tightly as she savored that. “No…” she breathed out, startling the blonde. “no… fair…. You’re still dressed.”

To Willow’s amusement, Buffy couldn’t get her shirt and jeans off fast enough. She was still shrugging off her bra as she knelt over Willow again, bending in for another kiss. Willow moaned into the kiss and embrace, her hands moving up to finally map out by feel the body she’d wanted to touch and taste. Buffy was hers now, heart, soul, and body, and she was Buffy’s. She felt the hand slide down into her pants and between her legs, teasing at the lips gently before snaking it’s way back out. She whimpered, arching up off of the bed and squeezing the breasts she’d sought out gently. Buffy half-giggled, half-groaned in response. Willow’s almost tight jeans were tugged down slowly, an effort with Willow attempting to still touch Buffy the entire way down, then her underwear joined them.

Willow could do naught but lay back and feel as Buffy batted away her hands and trailed her own teasing fingers up the insides of Willow’s legs. She left small kisses at the knees, and up the thighs, moving up and kissing the redhead’s belly button before settling between her legs. Feather light kisses embraced the young woman’s labia as Buffy fell devoutly to her undertaking, sending a tingling sensation from the tease all the way down to Willow’s toes. She bunched her sheets in her hands and wriggled as Buffy lapped once, then twice, in long, languid licks, taking her time as if she were memorizing every second and every detail. Perhaps she was. An agile tongue slide between her lower lips, trailing slowly from her opening up to the nub at its top, and circled it once… twice. Then a third time, before flickering gently over the tip. Willow shuddered and moaned.

The redhead continued to writhe in pleasure as Buffy slowly worked her way through every sensation of pleasure Willow would imagine. Sweat broke out over the Wiccan’s body, and her moans grew louder with every pass made. Then, as she felt something small and slender slide into her as Buffy began sucking on her clit, she arched up off of the bed again. A second finger joined the first in its slow pumping as Buffy took her time teasing the redheaded witch. Willow was already lost in a land of pleasure, looking down lovingly and lustily at Buffy when she had the presence of mind to focus her eyes. Then, as if the blonde had had enough of the sensual, slow pace she’d been taking, the speed at which the fingers moved, and the tempo of her agile tongue and suction on the little nub increased steadily. Before long Willow was grunting with every quick pass, hands raised to grip the pillow above her head tightly. Then, as the slayer twisted her fingers just so and hit a sensitive spot, she sucked hard, and Willow screamed as pure, unmarred pleasure filled every inch and crevice of her.

When the redhead finally came down from her high, exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, and thinking somewhere in the back of her mind that part of it had to have been that it was Buffy instead of someone else, she realized that the object of her affection had crawled up next to her, and was laying half on her. She was just now finishing licking her fingers off, and cuddling up to her. Willow didn’t feel sticky between her legs either, and could only assume that Buffy had mopped that up as well, surprised and further aroused by the thought. When big, loving, green eyes turned up to her in pure adoration, Willow smiled warmly back with all of the love and caring in her heart… which would forever belong to Buffy now. “Willow…”

“Yes ashke?” Willow murmured, cuddling as well as she gained her energy enough to attack the slayer with all of the lust and love she’d just built up.

“What are you going to name the kitten?”

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Willow sprang up in bed, eyes wide, as the alarm blared loudly in her hearing, the covers tossed off. Her eyes hurt from having been thrust open so quickly and dry. Buffy was slowly yawning and sitting up, looking over at Willow from her own bed in the dorm room. “Hey sleepy. You didn’t even stir when I came in from patrol last night.” The redhead stared at Buffy as she said this, looked around the room, and finally at the date on her alarm clock, the beeping noise still grating through her hearing. It was only 9 am, the morning after Buffy had supposedly come home from patrol acting different. It had all been a dream…. “Slayage was slow. Didn’t run into anything…”


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