RE: Fic: The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxxxx>]

I'm back :-) 

I'm posting an update and a rework of the formerly titled Willow the
Cheerleader, so enjoy!

Catch you on the flipside,
Cilia


Story premise: Set during the high school era, this is a totally off kilter
story about Willow becoming a cheerleader and Buffy becoming the quarterback
of the football team. All due to, of course, the "mysterious" death-rate in
Sunnydale. With a complete lack of vampires for the most part, it's a spin
on the classic football romance. This will be a completely open ended story,
as most fluff is, so updates will be infrequent.


Title: The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Author: Cilia 
E-mail: cilia@xxxxxxx 
Rating: PG-13 
Disclairment: Joss and his mutants own all

The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Cilia

Prologue: The Cheerleader and the Quarterback

	'"It'll be fun," they said. "It couldn't hurt," they said. "It'll
look good on your college application," they said. But they never said it
would be this short,' Willow Rosenberg thought as she studied herself in her
full length mirror. 'No way in hell I'm going out in public wearing this
skimpy thing.' Still, Sunnydale High's resident brainiac and proud,
card-carrying member of the Scooby Gang, was now, officially, a cheerleader.
	She was struck by an amusing thought so she reached for her
pom-poms. Watching herself in the mirror, she started to do a little
routine. "Razorbacks! Razorbacks! Go, go, go! May we be fast and they be
slow!" she sang and jumped up and down before breaking down in a fit of
giggles.
	Willow did look good in the outfit though; with her pale but shapely
legs--honed from much running from baddies or chasing Buffy--going up
forever before reaching the short yellow skirt. Her exposed midriff was
nothing to be ashamed of either and her long red hair, once braided and done
up, was a marvel to behold. Willow the Cheerleader was, in all honesty,
extremely easy on the eyes.

~*~*~*~

	Meanwhile, there was much pondering going on with the coaches of the
Sunnydale High Razorbacks. There was a lack of suitable quarterback
candidates for the team. Given they had receivers that could outrun any in
the county--with strong legs being a absolute must in Sunnydale if you
wanted to live to see graduation--a strong defensive line, and the hottest
cheerleaders in the state. But there was not one student in the school who
could throw the pigskin around. An errant ball hit the head coach.
	"Sorry," the would-be jock shouted his apology.
	But the infinite patience of the warm hearted, and all around nice
guy, Coach Jared Jameson ensured that the Sunnydale Razorbacks were a team
like no other.
	"For the love of--" Coach Jameson exclaimed as he kicked the ball
and sent it flying. He was a tall man in his late forties, with graying hair
and sharp features. As it turns out, he had been quite the kicker in his day
and still reportedly had some juice left in his long legs. The ball sailed
off and was lost beyond the end zone. Usually the most stoic of men, the
lack of a team leader was getting to the renowned, saint-like coach.
	"Guess we can write the try-outs off the list?" Assistant Coach
Julia Landis asked. A dark haired woman in her late thirties, she was the
result of a mistake in hiring that had turned into a PR coup for the school.
	"God?" Coach Jameson asked and raised his hands to the skies. "Give
me just this one break and I will not ask for anything else ever again."
	Coach Landis sighed at the antics of the head-coach.
	The lost football then came flying back in a graceful arc and landed
in the waiting hands of Coach Jameson. A pair of heads turned and four eyes
landed on and then squinted at what looked like a petite, blond junior who
waved at them from the other end of the football field. 	"Nice kick,"
she called out to them with a smile before being charged upon by two very
happy football coaches. They had The Sunnydale Razorbacks' new quarterback:
Buffy Anne Summers. 

Chapter One: Come again?

	Buffy wondered, 'How'd I get myself into this mess?' as she put on
her pads. She took a moment to just look at the yellow and red jersey with
the number nine and  'Summers' spelled on the back. Shaking her head with a
soft laugh, she slipped it on as she wondered how her friends would take
this newest weirdness.
	There were no rules against girls playing high school football--this
being California, the state of free range liberals. She dressed in a
separate dressing room from the all boy team, the cheerleaders' locker room
to be exact. The only reason she didn't change with the rest of the team was
that she didn't want to give them a free show.  Anyways, it wasn't like
she'd be tempted to even look at them--not anymore at least. But for now, it
was her little secret that nobody--not even Willow--knew about. In other
words, she wasn't quite ready to go public with her Sapphic longings just
yet.
	Tucking her helmet under her arm she jogged out of the locker room
and onto the practice field.  There her eyes met sparkling green ones and a
silence fell over the green grass of the football field. 
	The rest of the world noticed her while she only noticed Willow. 
	Willow, who had been so transfixed on Buffy in all her
football-goddess glory, hid her face behind her pom-poms.
	Although Buffy didn't stand more then five foot two, she made a
striking figure in her pads and tight pants. Her blond hair was tightly
pulled up in a French bun and she looked extremely warrior-like with the
black marks under her eyes. One could almost say that she looked lethal and
sexy at the same time. Of course, those two often go together and her effect
on the players and cheerleaders was immediate. 
	"No way!" Cordelia Chase, head-cheerleader as per the universal
order, shouted as she saw the new quarterback the coach had been talking
about. 
	"Buffy," Coach Jameson said as he walked over carrying a clipboard
and the smile of a man at peace with the universe. 
	"Coach," she said as she stood up straight and gave the cordial man
a puzzled look. The rest of the faculty at the school always called her
'Summers', but Coach Jameson seemed different, more relaxed even.
	"Ready to throw some footballs?" he asked and tucked the clipboard
under his arm.
	"Just point me in the right direction," she replied with a lopsided
grin. She walked past the gaping cheerleaders that had been practicing on
the sidelines, but not without waving to Willow who just smiled her big
smile and waved her pom-pom back.
	"This is so wrong!" one cheerleader, Jennifer a rather bitchy
senior, protested as she pouted and huffed in complete disgust.
	"The rules do state that she can play," Willow said in defense of
her friend.
	"I think it's cool a girl is playing," Litni Speed, a blond junior
cheerleader, said as the group watched Buffy warming up her throwing arm. 
	"What about you, Cordy?" Willow asked, turning her best resolve face
to the still flabbergasted head cheerleader.
	"Her name has a double consonant, we have to do something about
that. Otherwise, hell, if she wins us games, it's cool," she exclaimed
cheerfully. She winked at Willow and the happy hacker breathed a sigh of
relief. Cordelia being down with it meant the discussion was over. In the
eyes of the squad at least.

~*~*~*~

	Buffy could sense the strange mix of doubt, interest, and male
hormones when the coach introduced her to her teammates. Her guards were two
tall and massively wide seniors that looked like they ate a cow each for
breakfast. After they milked it. Twins by the looks of them, both had blond
surfer hair and blue eyes that shone with honesty. 
	"These are Jon and Tuck, the Smith brothers. Or as some announcers
call them, The Twin Engines of Destruction," Coach Jameson introduced the
pair with a small smile. "They're going to make sure that nobody gets near
you."
	'Again with the first names. What is with that?' Buffy thought as
she looked at her teammates.
	"Hi," Buffy said and stuck out her hand. 
	The twin on the left shook her hand and softly said, "Jon." Then the
other copied with, "Tuck." The two said nothing else, just smiled politely.
	 "Strong silent types?" she asked and both boys smiled a small
smile.
	'No need to tell Coach that I could floor them in a second, though,'
Buffy thought ruefully to herself, remembering not to be too firm when she
shook their hands.
	Then Coach Jameson introduced two lean looking boys, the oddest wide
receiver pair she'd ever seen. Both looked like they could go from zero to
fifty in under a millisecond. 
	"This is Harry Kim," he said as he introduced an Asian youth.
	Harry stuck out his hand "Welcome aboard, Cap," he said in a
cheerful voice. 
	Buffy couldn't help but to smile at the cheerful boy as she took his
hand. "Happy to be here, Harry," she replied.
	'I know that face from somewhere,' she thought as she studied him a
bit closely, but just couldn't place him.
	"And this is William Godspeed, or Wild Bill as we call him," the
coach said, introducing a young black man who, likewise, very politely
offered Buffy his hand.
	"A pleasure, ma'am," he said in a cultured voice that spoke of
boarding school abroad at some point in his life. "Coach tells us that you
can throw the pigskin?" he asked.
	"That's what he thinks," Buffy said with a shy smile. 
	'He sounds like Giles, all cultured and stuff,' she thought to
herself with a silent giggle.
	"Let's try it then, shall we?" he asked and flipped a ball to her.
	 Buffy looked down at the ball and then back up at the receiver.
"Okay," she said with a grin as Couch Jameson started to clear the field.
	"Go!" Buffy shouted after the field cleared.
	Wild Bill was off like a rocket. When he was far enough away Buffy
drew back her arm and let the ball fly. Poor Wild Bill never knew what hit
him as he caught the ball. He was knocked back flat on his back and his body
slid across the end zone.
	"Wow!" Coach Jameson exclaimed.
	Coach Landis was kind enough to close his gapping mouth. 
	From the sidelines, the chanting of, "Gimme a B!" was heard from the
now mostly convinced cheerleaders. 
	But there was a lingering doubt about the new social order of
things. How could a cheerleader date the quarterback when said quarterback
was also a girl? Despite this everybody agreed that interesting times were
ahead at Sunnydale High. For the first time there was hope for a Razorback
victory.

~*~*~*~

	Buffy walked out of the locker room with a sly grin on her face,
'Quarterback for the football team. Figures that even my normal life should
be a bit abnormal.' Then she thought about Willow in her cheerleader uniform
and her grin grew into smile that was quickly followed by a blush.
	'Well, I am the quarterback,' she thought to herself with a laugh as
she opened her locker. She started gathering her books together while
humming the chants she'd heard the cheerleaders practice.
	"Hi!" a perky voice said behind her causing her to jump slightly.
She turned around to face a grinning Willow. She was dressed in her normal
clothes--clothes that somehow seemed even more alluring than ever before
because Buffy had now seen hints of the body beneath. 
	"Willow," she said with a mock scowl. "Never sneak up on a..."
	"Quarterback?" Willow asked with an impish smile.
	"That too," Buffy answered as the scowl eased into a gentle smile. 
	"We're on for coffee and history later right?" Willow asked as she
studied her friend. She noticed some new things; a small smudge of dirt on
her cheek and the rumpled hair in a loose braid. Licking her fingers she
reached out and took care of the smudge.
	"I..." Buffy stammered as she felt Willow's finger on her cheek.
"Yeah, we're on," she finally managed to answer as Willow finished cleaning
her face.
	"Great," Willow exclaimed, then gave Buffy a strange look followed
by a mysterious smile before turning away and heading for class. She headed
for class leaving a pleasantly surprised quarterback/slayer behind her.
	'I think I like cheerleaders' Buffy thought with a smile as she
closed her locker and headed for class.

~*~*~*~

	While heading out for her study-date with Willow, Buffy was
intercepted by a hyped up Xander--best male friend and jokester
supreme--with a grinning Cordelia trailing behind him.
	"Tell me it isn't true?" Xander asked. "Have you any idea what this
does to the shreds of masculinity I have left? Best friend cheerleader!
Other best friend quarterback! Me, team mascot?" he asked rapidly before
Buffy even got a chance to answer.
	"You're the team mascot?" Buffy asked after a moment of stunned
silent and that sent Cordelia into a fit of giggles. 
	Xander threw up his hands and asked God, who was getting tired of
all these questions, what he'd done to deserve this cruel joke of a life.
	"Xander, relax. Your masculinity is still in working order," Buffy
said as she stopped her friend from going down on his knees and praying in
the corridor. "Just ask Cordy," she said with a smirk which caused the head
cheerleader to blush. "See?" she said as she pointed at Cordelia. Then she
executed a strategic retreat.

~*~*~*~

	Walking down the sunlit street towards the coffee shop where Willow
waited, Buffy thought about possibilities. The effects of her decisions to
help the team and how cute Willow looked in the cheerleader outfit--an image
that was stuck in her mind. It would be promptly transferred to the fantasy
memory of her mind at the first opportunity and be marked for later use that
day. 
	When she reached the shop, she stopped and watched Willow through
the window. Her friend was sipping a cup of cappuccino: decaf, with extra
foam and four sugars. The shop was a nice little place facing the street,
with flowers growing in boxes under the windows. She smiled to herself and
steeled herself so she wouldn't do anything stupid--like throwing Willow
over her shoulder and running off with her. She also tried not to think
about how 'date-like' this whole situation was. She entered the shop and
pulled her history book from her pack. She graced her cheerleader with a
loving smile. When the happy hacker looked up, Buffy felt like she was
staring into the sun and got dizzy. She slipped into the seat next to Willow
and smiled
	. 'My cheerleader? What the hell is happening to me?' she thought to
herself. 
	 Yep, strange times were ahead at Sunnydale High.

Chapter Two: The Complexity of Live Increases

	The sun was slowly setting over the Razorbacks' field, casting long
shadows from the end posts onto the green turf and the stands. At the end
zone, with her back against the sun, stood Buffy Summers: Quarterback and
newly crowned football-princess of Sunnydale High. 
	Buffy was truly impressive to behold, standing there with her blond
locks loose and almost merging with the yellow of her team jacket. She was
like a taut string as she readied herself for the throw. The ball left her
hand at great speed and thundered straight into the small net set up at the
end of the field. Five throws and counting, each one dead on. 
	Yes, the newest member of the Razorbacks had both: Stunning good
looks and a canon for an arm.
	She picked up one of the last of the balls from the bag with the
playbook lying open next to it. Coach Jameson, a true saint of a man, had
spent the entire day explaining to her the various plays that the
Razorbacks' used. To her credit she had paid attention and hadn't made too
many silly comments. Silly comments being along the lines of; "A shotgun?
Cool!"
	It was the general consensus, among almost everybody that had ever
met Coach Jameson, that he really was way too nice to be a football coach.
	Buffy readied her arm and let fly, only to have the ball caught by
Giles as he strolled onto the field. 
	'Wow, Tweed-man can catch!  Uh-oh, he's got that speech look!' Buffy
thought. She watched her watcher as he strolled over the field, examining
the ball closely over the rim of his glasses.
	"What a cricket bowler you would have made," was the first thing he
said as he tossed the ball back to her.
	"Yeah, guess slayer strength has its benefits," Buffy said as she
pulled back her arm. "And why would I bowl crickets, anyways?" she asked
deadpan. She let the ball fly again, this one missing its mark by a mile and
literally burrowing into the turf on impact.
	"You do realize that I strongly object to this," Giles stated in
matter of fact tone ignoring the insect comment for the sake of his sanity.
He studied his slayer standing there in the yellow and red jacket of the
Sunnydale High Razorbacks and he felt strangely proud, far more proud than
when she'd tried to join the cheerleaders. For despite his strong
objections, this was more appropriate for a slayer than prancing around in a
short skirt.
	"I know Giles, but this feels so...so...normal," she said as picked
up another ball. She let it rip and hit the target dead center. "In a
strange way, though," she added.
	"You could seriously injure someone," Giles said as he looked down
at his slayer and gave her the 'responsibility' look.
	"I know. But it's more likely that I'll be taking hits than dealing
them out, you know. So better me than some poor jock," Buffy stated as she
looked around for more balls to throw at her target.
	"I've been reading up on this...sport," Giles said with a grimace
and Buffy let out a giggle. "Yes, I know, very amusing. Let's tease the
Englishman on American football," Giles said with a sound of mock insult in
his voice. He then added with pride, "You were the talk of the faculty
lounge today, by the way."
	Buffy looked up at her watcher with wide eyes. "So you're okay with
me doing all this?" she asked while waving her hand across the field of
green turf and white lines.
	"You deserve a normal life, Buffy," Giles stated softly. He placed
his hands on his Slayer's shoulders and said, "So, while I may not approve
of this barbaric exercise in normality, I will not stand in your way. Just
don't forget your other duties," he reminded her firmly. He brushed a stray
piece of grass from Buffy's shoulder before lowering his hands.
	 Buffy gave a firm nod and then drew a stake from the pocket of her
team jacket. "As a matter of fact, I was just getting to that," she said
with a big smile.
	"That's a good girl," Giles commented in an oh-so dignified and
responsible manner. He took off his glasses, giving them a good polish in
his manly, emotionally repressed way.
	"But I do expect you, as a respected member of the Sunnydale High
faculty, to be in the crowd on game night, tomorrow," she added with an
impish grin.
	Giles' face fell and he nearly dropped his now shining glasses as
she patted his shoulder. 
	She left and went about to retrieve the balls. She struggled a bit
to pull out the one that was imbedded in the ground, then sheepishly tried
to cover the mini-crater up with her foot. 
	Her watcher to gave a long sigh and turned his eyes skyward. The
Powers That Be got yet another question along the lines of 'why me' directed
at them because of the slayer that day.

~*~*~*~

	She spent a rather boring night of slaying with her mind firmly
fixed on the plays Coach Jameson had been drilling into her that day. She
walked as if on autopilot, or maybe guided by some instinct, towards
Willow's house. Finding herself standing underneath Willow's window, her
senses returned to her and she looked up. She heard the sounds of a routine
being practiced in the upstairs bedroom. It was the same one she'd heard on
the field that morning; the one about her.
	"Give me a B!" Willow's voice drifted down towards to the grinning
slayer turned quarterback. She pictured her Willow in that outfit practicing
in front of the mirror.
	'Whoa, my Willow!' Buffy caught herself thinking. She smiled again
as she tried it out again this time out loud: "My Willow," she whispered and
grinned a bit, then panicked as a red haired head popped out the window.
	"Buffy?" Willow asked as she looked down and saw nothing. She shook
her head at her own silliness, 'Why would Buffy be standing underneath my
window, anyways.'
	Willow leaned further out her window, 'Just to make sure there's no
slayer lurking below waiting to climb up and...' Willow's thoughts trailed
off into a very naughty place while she blushed.
	 Buffy peeked around the tree she'd hidden herself behind in a burst
of slayer speed. Looking up at Willow in her cheerleading outfit with her
hair hanging down, she had a wicked idea. She crouched down, waiting for
just the right moment to pounce.
	Willow kept scanning the yard below her, with a faint blush still in
her cheeks, when she heard the rustle of leaves. With a loud thud, something
landed on her roof. Looking up, she let out an, "Eep!" as Buffy swung down
and came face to upside down face with her.
	"Hi, Wills," Buffy said as she swayed back and forth in front of
Willow while humming the theme from the Spider-Man cartoon.
	The cheerleader leaned back a bit to just stare at her friend.
"Err...Buffy...what..." Willow managed to get out before she started
laughing. Buffy just looked so ridiculous, hanging upside down from the edge
of the roof, and dangling outside her bedroom window.
	"Hope you don't mind me swinging by?" Buffy joked as she swayed back
and forth. Then she smoothly swung herself into Willow's room where she
found herself standing almost nose to nose with Willow in all her
cheerleading glory.
	"No...no..." Willow managed to get out as she stared at Buffy.
Again, she found the strange urge to clean of a speck of dirt; this time on
the slayer's forehead. She licked her finger and rubbed it away.
	"Thanks," Buffy said with a smile as she rubbed the spot where
Willow had touched her.
	"So what brings you by?" Willow asked as she stepped back from
Buffy. She held her 
pom-poms in front of her as she sat down on the bed.
	"Just making sure that you weren't...you know...getting
power-freaked. First game of the season tomorrow and all," Buffy said as she
leaned back against the windowsill.
	"No, I mean yes, I mean--" Willow blurted and then hid her face in
her pom-poms. "I 
keep thinking why I am doing this?" she admitted as Buffy approached her. 
	The bed moved as Buffy sat down on it and placed her arm around
Willow's shoulders. "'Cause you're good at it, and some part of you must
want this," Buffy said in an earnest voice.
	Willow looked up from her pom-poms and smiled. 
	"Plus, you're cute in that outfit," Buffy added with a sly smile.
	Willow tugged at the hem of her short skirt. "First I wanted to do
this to show everybody that--that I wasn't just a nerd, but now..."
	"But now?" Buffy asked. She looked firmly at Willow's face with her
most caring look.
	"But now...I kinda do it to be there for you," Willow answered in a
low voice as she 
lushed a bit.
	Buffy couldn't help to smile at how good her Willow was to her.
	"I heard," Buffy answered as she cast her eyes to the window. "When
I was standing outside," she explained. "So this isn't just about the
college application thingy?"
	Willow gave a guilty little smile. "Maybe a bit, but I'm there, one
hundred percent behind my quarterback," she answered honestly with a firm
nod of her head.
	"Well it's good to know I'll be out there with my Willow cheering me
on," Buffy answered. She pulled Willow close to her and rubbed her nose
against Willow's, She smiled as Willow giggled at the contact between them. 
They stayed like that for a while, just resting their foreheads against each
other's, enjoying the warmth until finally: "Want to stay over?" Willow
shyly asked.
	"Hmm, need to call Mom first," Buffy said as she played with the
pom-poms. She had weaved the yellow and red ribbons together and it made her
think about what a nice red color Willow's hair was. 
	It was by mere chance that the team colors of the Razorbacks so
nicely mirrored Buffy and Willow's hair. Yet, if truly in love, people will
find reminders of their loved one in nearly everything they see. It just so
happened that Willow's pom-poms were a beautiful metaphor through which
Buffy could focus her thoughts about her cheerleader.

~*~*~*~

	When they were getting ready for bed and Buffy was slipping out of
her clothes, she couldn't help but to sneak a peek at Willow. Willow dressed
up in her red pajamas while Buffy herself buttoned up the borrowed yellow
pajama top. Buffy then dove under the covers like a little girl, which made
Willow smile.
	Willow debated internally how far she should button her pajama shirt
up, settling finally on leaving the top two buttons undone. 
	Still, one button or two, the girls did look delicious in their
night clothes. Enough so that a single glimpse would most likely fuel a
young man's fantasies--let alone each other's--for months if not years to
come.
	Before heading for the bed, Willow picked up Buffy's team jacket,
shook out a bit of dust, and hung it on the back of her chair. She then
started to fold the slayer's clothes and lay them out on her chair for the
coming morning.
	"Willow, stop that," Buffy ordered with a giggle from the bed.
	"Sorry," Willow apologized with a blush. She slipped into the bed
next to Buffy. "Didn't really plan on 'sleeping' with the quarterback so
soon in the season," she then joked, ending it with a lengthy yawn. She
grabbed her mouth as soon as the words had left it, but still yawned a bit
while still wide eyed with shock. Making a truly bizarre sight to see and
hear.
	'Only Willow can have a shocked yawn!' Buffy thought as she buried
her head in the pillows to muffle her laughter. "Sorry, sleepiness," she
said as she came up for air, only to see Willow's smiling face.
	"I'm really happy you're here with me tonight, Buffy," Willow said,
her voice a little bit sleepy as she wiggled herself into a comfy position
after the shock had worn of enough for her to move.
	I--" Buffy started but then decided against it. "I'm happy to be
here too, Wills," she whispered as Willow gave her an impulsive little hug
and burrowed her head in her shoulder.
	"You're the best, Buffy," she whispered. 
Buffy just lay there frozen for a moment before putting her arms around her
Willow and hugging her back. "You're great too, Wills," she whispered into
Willow's ear. She felt dizzy as the feel, sight, and smell of Willow
assaulted her senses. She just wanted to hold her like that until the dawn. 
	As for Willow, she felt so good when Buffy's arms came around
her--it kind of scared her a bit, how good it was. But she just felt so safe
as she pressed herself against Buffy. She moved, with perhaps a bit more
wiggling against the slayer than needed, until she was face to face with the
other girl, without losing any of that warm and comfy contact. "Hmmm, people
will talk if somebody sees you leave tomorrow." She giggled as she playfully
rubbed her nose against Buffy's. 
	Buffy started to giggle too. "Little Willow bagged the quarterback.
You can have bragging rights in the cheerleading squad if you want," she
answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
	Willow turned a bit redder. "Will...will you brag too, then?" Willow
asked in a shy little voice that made Buffy feel all tingly inside.
	"Don't tease," Buffy mock scolded. She moved them around, cheating a
bit with slayer strength, so that she was laying half on top of the taller
Willow with her arms wrapped around her. "Not too heavy?" she asked as she
snuggled into Willow's shoulder with a sigh.
	"No, just perfect, Buffy. You're just perfect," Willow answered as
she stifled a yawn.
	"Any butterflies?" Buffy asked placing her hand on Willow's tummy.
Then slipping it under the pajamas between the buttons.
	"Your hands are cold," Willow giggled as Buffy stroked her tummy.
She was sure that, if she was a cat, she'd purr right about now. "No, no
butterflies," she answered. She looked down and watched where some of her
long red hair mixed with Buffy's blonde locks as her eyes began to grow
heavier. 
	Buffy kept her hand on her tummy. "Willow, if you get nervous, come
see me, okay?" Buffy said in a soft and caring voice. She looked up and
smiled at Willow. "Promise," she added as she started to pull her hand out
of Willow's red pajamas.
	Willow put her had on top of Buffy's. "I promise," Willow answered
with a lazy smile. "Keep it there, please," she then added in that same shy
voice. "Feels nice." With a guilty smile, she slowly unbuttoned the lower
half of the shirt, leaving it hanging on by just a single button, making her
even more exposed to the Slayer's roaming hand. "Buffy..." Willow started
but it turned into a long yawn as her eyelids sank lower.
	"Sleep, Willow," Buffy whispered as she kissed Willow on the cheek. 
	The sleepy cheerleader mumbled a sleepy, "Alright," and snuggled a
bit closer against the warm and comfy slayer as she drifted of into the land
of dreams. 

~*~*~*~

	Buffy, on the other hand, lay awake for the longest time just
staring at Willow: her red hair, her soft pale skin. She marveled at the
stark contrast between her own hand and Willow's stomach where it rested.
When she was sure that Willow was sound asleep, dreaming of code and test
scores, the slayer gathered her courage, raised herself up on her elbow, and
whispered. "Willow I think...I think, I like-like you." Then she gently
kissed Willow on the lips before resting her head on Willow's shoulder.
Snuggling close, she gave in to the Sandman's call. 
	If somebody happened to look in on Willow's bedroom that night, not
knowing the full story, they would have been misled. One would think that
here two lovers slept, not merely two friends, such was the closeness of
their embrace.



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