Fic: The Complex Lives....

["S.M. Cilia" <cilia@xxxxxxx>]

Hi!

Ok formatting problems should be over so here is the update of Willlow
the Cheerleader, now called The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and
Quarterbacks.

If you get this formatted all wrong try:
http://www.mmedia.is/~cilia/TheComplexLives.htm

Here goes nothing.... *drumroll*

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.


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 an 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 Life 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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"I kinda love you."
Buffy & Willow, 'Choices'

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