And while I'm here, I might as well give you chapter
6...
"The Willow and Buffy Song"
Acepilot87
Disclaimers: As ever, Joss owns the characters and
the universe in
which they live. The music they listen to is a
different matter. Here
we have "Left In The Dark" by Jim Steinman, from the
album "Bad For Good".
Pairing: Buffy/Willow and a bit of Willow/Oz (for a
reason - and it's
the last)
Rating: PG-15
Feedback: You should all know the drill by now...but
just in case -
yes, I want feedback, and it can either be posted
or, if you would
prefer it to be less public, I'm at
batoutofhell25@xxxxxxxxx.
Distribution: I'm not fussy where this ends up -
just as long as I get
told about it.
Setting/Spoilers: Set a couple of hours after "Too
Many Bitter Tears
(Chapter 5)". Minor S4 spoilers. Largely AU.
Authors Notes: I've been wanting to do this fic for
ages...so here
goes. Hopefully it's better than Chapters 4/5...
Chapter 6
You Don't Have To Sneak In The Door
Acepilot87
/{spoken}
Where did he touch you, and how did it feel, and why
did you let it begin?
What did he whisper, and when did you cry, and where
do you think
it'll end?
How long did you do it, and why did you stop? Did
you get to try
anything new?
How good was he, honestly? Where did you go? And who
made the very
first move?\
Willow unlocked the door to her and Buffy's dorm
room as quietly as
possible. The night that she'd just
experienced...well, it had been
mind blowing, to say the least. Entering into this
kind of a
relationship with the slayer had entirely not been
something she'd
planned on doing, but the rewards were well and
truly worth it.
The night hadn't been about sex...though there had
been plenty of
that. It had been about connecting. The two were now
well and truly
connected on a completely different level than
they'd ever been
before. And though Willow still wasn't convinced she
was in love with
Buffy the same way Buffy was in love with
her...there was something
there. Something burning...and it was something she
wanted to
experience time and time again.
That something, the thing she couldn't quite name,
that was what she
felt certain would grow into love. With Buffy's
help... with Buffy's
help, she'd be alongside the slayer in no time.
'I'm going to have to talk to Oz...' she realised
suddenly.
She decided not to think about that. Maybe he'd take
it well...maybe
they'd come out the other side as friends. She'd
have time to work out
what she'd say to him, and maybe Buffy could be
there when she
confronted the guitarist.
'Buffy...' her thoughts returned to the slayer who
was, presently, out
patrolling. Buffy had dropped her back off at the
dorms before heading
out to kill things...'I've sure managed to choose a
girl with a wierd
job, huh?' Willow thought.
She gently pushed the door open.
"Hey."
/{sung}
You don't have to sneak in the door
Just come on into the room
I've been lying in our bed in the dark all alone
And I've been waiting, I've been waiting for you
There's been no reason to move
It's been as still as a tomb
I needed you oh so badly tonight
But I guess you had better things to do\
"Oz..." Willow whispered in shock.
Oz was sitting in one of the room's few chairs,
situated in between
the girl's beds. In the contrasting shadows thrown
by the streetlights
outside, she could just make out an expression on
that face.
It was one of hurt, one of worry.
"Where have you been?" Oz asked, concerned. He rose
from his seat and
began to walk toward her. "We were going to meet
tonight...then I came
over here..."
"Oh," 'Lie, don't lie. Lie, don't lie.' She settled
on 'don't lie',
but 'don't tell the whole truth either'. "I was at
Giles'." 'Good.
Safe. Giles' place is safe.'
Oz raised an eyebrow. "There a big bad going down?"
Willow's eyes widened. "Oh - no. Giles' just wanted
my help with
something." 'There - safe. Not lying. Giles' did
need my help with
something.'
Oz stepped closer. "What?"
"Oh - a spell." 'Lying now.' 'What, you want me to
tell him "Yes, he
wanted my help in getting Buffy out of a blue funk
so I admitted my
feelings for her and we had hot crazy monkey sex all
night long?".'
There was a pause from her conscience.
'Alright, ^I^ wouldn't have put it like ^that^,
but...'
'Look - shut up. I'll deal with it.'
She realised that Oz was sniffing the air.
It took a moment for her brain to comprehend the
practical upshot of that.
/I should have known that it was coming to this
But I must have been blind
I bet you still got a trace of his love in your eyes
And you still got his eyes on your mind
You swore you'd be with me at seven o'clock
Now it's a quarter to three
Well whatever you got and whoever it was
I guess you couldn't get it for me
Whatever you got and whoever it was
I guess you couldn't get it from me\
Oz suddenly took several great strides backwards.
"Whoa..."
Willow, understandably, panicked. "Look, Oz, I can
explain -"
"You...smell like sex...and Buffy..." The expression
on Oz's face as
the small man stepped backwards into a pool of light
from the street
was one of pain and deep betrayal.
"It's not what you think." Willow said stupidly -
the thinnest, but
only, defence she had to offer.
"You didn't have sex with Buffy?" Oz asked.
Willow held her breath for a moment before
responding. "Alright, so I
was never going to be right with that one..."
Oz grabbed his jacket from where he had draped it
over the chair. "I
need to go."
Willow reached out and grabbed his arm. "No - we
need to talk."
Oz looked at her with the most pained expression
Willow had ever seen
in his eyes. "Really?"
/I know that you love me
There's no need to talk
I see the look in your eyes and I got the proof
And there are no lies on your body
So take off your dress
I just want to get at the truth\
"I'm not a big one for using words." Oz stated.
'But you're good with stating the obvious.' Willow
resisted the urge
to say that out loud.
Oz continued. "So - let's make this conversation
simple. Is this
'talk' going to end with you and I still together?"
Willow slowly, sadly, shook her head.
Oz, however, nodded. "Then I can pretty much work
out the rest of the
dialogue without having to actually experience it."
Willow looked sadly straight in Oz's eyes. "I'm
sorry Oz - I didn't