Blood Sugar Sex Magick

Cue the Scooby Gang

"I know I said I missed the US, but couldn't we have gotten an assignment in New York? Or San Francisco? Heck, even Metropolis was better than this!" Willow said as they entered the town limits of Smallville.

Giles was driving the rental car, while Dawnie brooded in the back, presumably taking in the unending sight of cornfields. It was summer, and Willow silently thanked the goddess for the invention of air conditioning in cars. The air shimmered with heat, and she knew that her flowing skirts were no matches for the humid glare of Kansas in August.

"I know it seems a bit...remote. But we've heard rumors that a nest of XLATU demons are planning on enacting an ancient rite..." Giles said.

"To take over the world, blah...blah...blah." Dawn supplied. She had grown up a lot in the years since their battle with the First Evil, but she still trotted out the bratty sister routine at times.

"Actually, Dawn it's a bit more complicated than that. These Demons plan on resurrecting their God, who ruled from this very spot millennia ago. We have to find and warn the vessel, and hopefully destroy the demons."

"And how are we going to do that?" Dawn asked, a bit petulantly. "Without Buffy I mean."

"Hello! Most powerful witch on the planet!" Willow exclaimed with only a bit of snark. It was true, she was. A few years ago, it would have been impossible for her to acknowledge the fact: The guilt from her aborted attempt to destroy the world...well the less said about that the better. Trusting herself enough to perform even the simplest spells took time. But she was back and loving it.

"I just can't believe Buffy didn't want to come with us. I mean, I'm her sister. Usually she's so overprotective, but lately she's just been so selfish."

Which was one of the reasons Giles and Willow asked Dawn to come with them. Dawn needed a break from worrying about her sister. She needed a productive outlet to get out all of her aggression: Nothing like a little demon-slaying and world saving to brighten your mood.

Though it didn't work with Buffy. Not any more. Too many years of saving the world, fighting evil and being brought back from the dead twice had finally caught up to the vampire slayer. And the fact that as soon as she realized Angel was her soul mate, he had completely disappeared from this plane. Willow hoped her best friend settled down soon: the newly formed Watcher council needed her help on some important matters. And Willow missed the funny, snarky girl she's known in Sunnydale.

They settled into silence as they entered the actual town of Smallville, each trying not to think too much of Buffy's self-destructive behavior.

Smallville itself was a Norman Rockwell painting: small shops and pick-up trucks, and farmers dressed in plaid. Everything and everybody seemed to be touched with a wholesome goodness: it seemed impossible there could be any evil lurking beneath the small town facade. But the same could have been said for Sunnydale, Willow thought wryly. Though, thinking of any part of Southern California as wholesome was a bit of a stretch.

"Let's get a bite here at the coffee shop. My friend is the part owner, and he should be meeting us here shortly."

Giles had some sort of contact in Smallville: He was incredibly silent about the whole thing, only saying he tutored the boy 9 years ago before his first watcher assignment.

Stepping out of the car was like walking into a wet moist oven, which was a little sexy. And why was she thinking that? Willow took a deep breath and smelled the town: manure, damp earth, and something else. It smelled like sex, and she felt a sharp spike of arousal at the thought.

"Do you guys smell that?" Willow asked breathily.

"Yeah, it smells like cow...poop." Dawn said wrinkling her nose.

"No there's something else underneath. Kinda like..." She looked from Dawn to Giles. Discussing anything sexual with them was completely out of the question.

"Nothing. I'm just...you know a little sensitive or something." Willow said as she followed the other two into the coffee shop.

A blast of cool air greeted them, and they all stood gaping at the garish Egyptian motif of the Talon. It was pretty empty, so they sat down at a table in the back where they could watch the door.

"This place is so...decorated" Dawn supplied, taking in the tacky surroundings.

"I should say so." Giles answered.

An incredibly pretty girl dressed in a pink tank top and black pants arrived at their table. Her hair was like waves of liquid chocolate and her skin, completely flawless. Even though she wasn't Willow's type per se (she liked em blonde and busty to be honest) she couldn't help but drink in the girl's perfect exotic beauty.

"Hi. I'm Lana. What can I get you guys today?"

"Um, well, yes." Giles blinked behind his glasses. "How about an iced coffee and some sort of pastry."

"Apple pie okay?" She asked.

"Fine. Fine."

"You're English, right?" The girl asked.

"Why yes." Giles answered.

"That's so cool. I lived in Paris, but I had a friend from England. Do you know Nigel Thompson?" the waitress said.

"Um, no. Well yes, actually. More than one." Giles took off his glasses and started polishing them.

"Oh." the waitress replied.

"Common name in England." Giles explained.

"Oh, I never though about that. So what about you two?"

"I'd like an iced mocha with lots of whip cream." Willow said, a bit breathily staring into the girl's eyes. Was I just flirting with that girl?

"Me too." Dawn was definitely not flirting. She was back to being bratty, but her expression changed when she spied the hot bit of man-stuff standing in the door.

Willow swore the world went all slow motion-y: He was just as pretty (or prettier) than their waitress. He was tall, almost ridiculously so, with wavy black hair and piercing hazel eyes. You could write a sonnet about his cheek bones, and dirty limerick about those lips, and even though Willow hadn't swung that way in years she could definitely make an exception for him. Looking back at their waitress though, she realized she was torn. She was really all about the pussy. She raked her eyes over the waitress yet again who was too intent on writing down their order to notice.

"I'd like to pet HER fur." She announced, and clapped her hands over her mouth in shock: She didn't just say that aloud.
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"Are you okay, Willow?" Giles whispered.

"Yeah, sure. Just a bit flustered." Willow knew she was bright red.

"Okay, I'll be back with your orders." Lana said with an easy grin.

"Great, wonderful. We'll be here." Willow winked before she could help herself.
Jesus, she was in heat or something. Dawn and Giles looked at her strangely.

"There's something really strange about this town." Willow said. "I think I need
some water."