FIC: Changing the Future (7/?) - G - Buffy/Willow

["Louise ." <iwantyourblood@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

It's been over a month since I last wrote to this fic, and I'm sorry about
that for those of you who had been reading, but it's here at last. This
isn't a very long part, but it's a good one -- well, I enjoyed writing it
anyway ;) Here we go...

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Title: Changing the Future (7/?)
Author: Louise
Email: iwantyourblood@xxxxxxxxxxx
Website: http://iwantyourblood.tripod.com/underyourspell
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Willow, or any other characters from BtVS.
Feedback: All please.
Distribution: Wherever, just ask first.
Summary: Willow is sent back in time to change events to save Buffy from
devastation.
Notes: Reply to a challenge set by Xenocide.

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Smiling, I run up to Buffy’s side, “Hey.”

She looks at me and grins, “Hey,” I hope that after what I told her last
night she will still want to talk to me. “I had fun last night.” She says
and I let out the breath I had been holding.

“Me too,” I tell her. We enter the school building and head for first class,
“You still want help with study?” I change the subject.

She pulls a face, “I guess. But couldn’t we study at The Bronze?” She asks,
putting us back on subject.

“No! If we’re going to do it, then we’re going to do it properly.” I say
with an edge of authority in my voice, making her smile again, “I’m free
tonight.”

“No Bronze?” She pouts and I can’t help but smile at how cute she is right
now.

Walking through the door into the classroom, I take a seat next to Buffy and
find myself wishing that the day would be over quickly.

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“Whatcha got there?” Buffy asks me when I take out the contents of my bag
and place it between us on her bed. We are facing each other, sitting
cross-legged.

“History and Chemistry.” I answer, noting the look of displeasure on her
face, and choosing to ignore it and carry on, “I figured we’d do History
first, as it’s your worst?”

She nods sceptically, but picks up the textbook titled ‘American History’
and flips through the pages. She groans, but says, “Thanks for coming over,
Will; you’re like my saviour.”

I smile, taking a moment to really look at her. She looks worried as she
reads a passage on one of the pages; she looks up at me, “What's the sticky
part?” I ask.

“Kinda all of it.”

“Ok, let me take a look.” I laugh gently and she hands me the book. I meet
her gaze. She looks so indescribably beautiful I have to remind myself to
breathe. I know that if I don’t look away now I won’t be able to at all. But
I don’t.

Without realising, I lick my lips, her eyes following the stroke of my
tongue. Her lips are slightly parted and I feel the overwhelming need to
kiss her.

Leaning forward the slightest bit, I search her hazel depths for any sign of
resist. I don’t find any, so I continue to lean closer until there are just
inches between our faces. Then she closes her eyes and kisses me.

My breath catches in my throat and my heart seems to stop beating for a
moment. She is kissing me. Buffy is kissing me.

When she pulls back, my eyes are still closed, I want to savour the feeling
for as long as I can. I feel her hand on mine and I open my eyes. She is
smiling. I doubt that words could tell how much love I feel for this girl,
but I don’t care, I just want to feel it.

“Buffy,” I breathe, my voice husky. She doesn’t let me continue, instead she
starts to make little patterns on the back of my hand with her fingertips.
The fleeting touch makes my skin buzz.

We keep eye contact as I reach out and shove the books off the bed.

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To Be Continued...

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