Awkward Little Moments
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,018
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
2
That night, Buffy showed up at the restaurant she and Oz had agreed to meet at. She was wearing a low cut, pink dress that was a lot shorter than she usually wore. She figured that she might as well make herself look good, she never got asked out all that much. She stood outside looking through the front window, trying to spot Oz inside. She was already five minutes late, and it seemed that Oz had stood her up. Buffy sighed loudly. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to being stood up, but it still hurt.
“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Oz told her as he walked up behind her. His hair was jet black, inew pew places anyway. Other parts of it were golden blond and still others were ginger in colour.
“I couldn’t decide which hair colour to use.” he told her.
“So you decided to use all three?” she quipped in reply.
Oz blushed slightly, raking his fingers through his less than neat hair. He seemed very uncomfortable and Buffy could feel an excuse coming on. He was trying to get out of their date. Buffy decided to save him the trouble.
“Look, I could be home watching T.V. rather than standing out here getting the brush off from you, no pun intended. So if you want out of this date, just be man enough to say so.” she stated firmly.
“No, no. You got me all wrong. I was hoping to shift the venue of our date though.”
“If you even hint at your bedroom I am going to tear your balls off and shove them up your nose.” Buffy threatened, her tone showing that she was not messing around.
Oz cringed slightly. He then explained that he simply wanted to go back to his house to fix his messed up hair. He reasoned that she owed him a little since he bothered to come and let her know. Buffy knew that Oz was right. He could have totally blown her off in favour of his hair, which she figured was his prize possession. As he led her to his van, she gave herself a small consolation that she was second to his hair, probably the highest she could hope to go in his list of priorities.
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Meanwhile at Willow’s apartment, Xander and Spike were making out on the couch while Willow was showering. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, pushing her breasts up slightly, and admired them.
“My God I’m gorgeous. How anyone could not love a woman with boobs like mine is totally beyond my understanding.” she told herself.
She towelled herself off, singing to a tune in her head. She was putting on her bra when pho phone rang. She continued putting it on, and it continued ringing. She thought that surely Spike or Xander would get the damn thing. No such luck.
“Jesus Christ! Can’t you two pry your lips apart long enough to answer the friggin’ phone?!!” she yelled at them. They instantly broke their passionate kiss and untangled their bodies from eachother.
“I’ll get it.” Spike said all too late, reaching for the phone. Willow, her bra only barely hanging on, slapped his hand.
“Fuck off you hussy.”
Spike was hurt. He didn’t see why she had to be so bitchy. Xander consoled him.
“It’s ok honey, sounds like she’s having her period.” he stated.
Willow finished with the call, which was only a survey, which she refused to answer, then she turned to the pair.
“I am not having my Goddamn period! Why do men always assume that a woman is angry because she’s menstruating? Did you ever think it because men are insensitive, lazy pricks?” she spat at them. Her good mood was shattered and she wasn’t happy about it. Then it got worse. She went to go finish dressing and her bra came off, fully exposing her breasts to Spike and Xander. Xander cowered, covering his eyes.
“Oh dear God, the evil bosom is glaring at me! Avert your eyes, it may take other forms!” he exclaimed.
Spike broke up laughing and Willow couldn’t help it either. She loved these guys and couldn’t stay mad at them long. She scooped up her bra and covered herself.
“If you don’t mind my evil bosom and I are going to get dressed.” she giggled as she walked to her bedroom.
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“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Oz told her as he walked up behind her. His hair was jet black, inew pew places anyway. Other parts of it were golden blond and still others were ginger in colour.
“I couldn’t decide which hair colour to use.” he told her.
“So you decided to use all three?” she quipped in reply.
Oz blushed slightly, raking his fingers through his less than neat hair. He seemed very uncomfortable and Buffy could feel an excuse coming on. He was trying to get out of their date. Buffy decided to save him the trouble.
“Look, I could be home watching T.V. rather than standing out here getting the brush off from you, no pun intended. So if you want out of this date, just be man enough to say so.” she stated firmly.
“No, no. You got me all wrong. I was hoping to shift the venue of our date though.”
“If you even hint at your bedroom I am going to tear your balls off and shove them up your nose.” Buffy threatened, her tone showing that she was not messing around.
Oz cringed slightly. He then explained that he simply wanted to go back to his house to fix his messed up hair. He reasoned that she owed him a little since he bothered to come and let her know. Buffy knew that Oz was right. He could have totally blown her off in favour of his hair, which she figured was his prize possession. As he led her to his van, she gave herself a small consolation that she was second to his hair, probably the highest she could hope to go in his list of priorities.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile at Willow’s apartment, Xander and Spike were making out on the couch while Willow was showering. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, pushing her breasts up slightly, and admired them.
“My God I’m gorgeous. How anyone could not love a woman with boobs like mine is totally beyond my understanding.” she told herself.
She towelled herself off, singing to a tune in her head. She was putting on her bra when pho phone rang. She continued putting it on, and it continued ringing. She thought that surely Spike or Xander would get the damn thing. No such luck.
“Jesus Christ! Can’t you two pry your lips apart long enough to answer the friggin’ phone?!!” she yelled at them. They instantly broke their passionate kiss and untangled their bodies from eachother.
“I’ll get it.” Spike said all too late, reaching for the phone. Willow, her bra only barely hanging on, slapped his hand.
“Fuck off you hussy.”
Spike was hurt. He didn’t see why she had to be so bitchy. Xander consoled him.
“It’s ok honey, sounds like she’s having her period.” he stated.
Willow finished with the call, which was only a survey, which she refused to answer, then she turned to the pair.
“I am not having my Goddamn period! Why do men always assume that a woman is angry because she’s menstruating? Did you ever think it because men are insensitive, lazy pricks?” she spat at them. Her good mood was shattered and she wasn’t happy about it. Then it got worse. She went to go finish dressing and her bra came off, fully exposing her breasts to Spike and Xander. Xander cowered, covering his eyes.
“Oh dear God, the evil bosom is glaring at me! Avert your eyes, it may take other forms!” he exclaimed.
Spike broke up laughing and Willow couldn’t help it either. She loved these guys and couldn’t stay mad at them long. She scooped up her bra and covered herself.
“If you don’t mind my evil bosom and I are going to get dressed.” she giggled as she walked to her bedroom.
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