Hi!
Straight from my brain, then mauled by my beta-beast
Howard, it is the
next part of the Complex Lives of.... damn just
don't want to type the
entire title again. So enjoy!
The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Cilia
Chapter 3: The Dawn of Game Day
The warm dawn crept over Sunnydale on its lazy way
to Willow's window.
It burned away the darkness and the morning dew as
it went, almost as
if searching for a single window on a single house.
Spilling its light
through the curtains, it first caught in Buffy's
hair. Finally
reaching her eyes, it caused her to stir from her
slumber. She awoke
with slight confusion about her surroundings.
To say that Buffy was shocked when she woke up that
morning in
Willow's bed would be a bit of an understatement. It
started out as a
full-blown, five-alarm panic. Her terror then slowly
settled into a
frantic search for an escape and then finally
morphed into guilty
curiosity towards the girl in her arms.
'Oh my, oh my!' Buffy thought as she looked at the
sleeping Willow,
lying next to her with her hair spread out like a
flaming red halo.
Buffy's hand, which had been so comfortably and
naturally been spread
across Willow stomach, had moved sometime during the
night. Now it
embraced the cheerleader, having forced open the
final button on her
pajama shirt.
'I'll have to fix that before she gets up or she'll
be so
embarrassed,' Buffy thought. She slowly withdrew the
arm that was
wrapped around Willow, only to find that the other
was still asleep
and numb.
'Crud, guess we'll test that slayer dexterity,
then,' she decided,
pulling Willow's red shirt across her exposed
stomach. Getting the
first button closed worked like a charm, even though
the constant
brushing against Willow's skin was proving to be a
distraction at best.
'Okay, you can do this, Buffy,' Buffy thought to
herself firmly, her
tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth. Her
face was a mask of
concentration as she worked on the button just under
the curve of
Willow's breasts.
~*~*~*~
Willow was having a very wonderful dream, the kind
you have just
before you wake up and that seem to last so long.
Somebody was rubbing
their hands over her tummy and it felt so good. Yet,
as the hand moved
upwards, the dream began to fade and Willow slowly
opened her eyes.
'Buffy is touching me,' she sleepily thought to
herself as she became
aware of both her own body and Buffy's close by.
'Buffy is touching
me,' she thought again this time with a joyful
little mental giggle.
'Oh, that's kind of nice, getting dressed like
this,' she thought and
then gasped as Buffy's hand brushed against her
breast shattering the
illusion.
Buffy yelped and yanked back her hand. "Willow,
I-I--," Buffy
stammered as she fumbled to find a place to put her
hand. She stopped
when she noticed Willow smiling.
"Morning, you," Willow said as she stretched on the
bed.
This caused Buffy's brain to short-circuit and her
jaw to hang a bit
loose. "Eh...uh..." Buffy tried to speak as Willow's
lean form
stretched out before her, the pajamas riding up
exposing her tummy.
"Yes, my darling quarterback?" Willow asked with a
giggle.
"You're teasing!" Buffy exclaimed as she snapped out
of her
Willow-induced mini-coma and bashed her with a
pillow.
"Why yes, I am," Willow giggled as she defended
herself and soon
feathers were flying.
That's the scene Willow's mother walked in on. Well,
Buffy straddling
Willow, demanding her unconditional surrender, while
she tickled
Willow's bare sides. "Girls, don't you have morning
practice?" Shelia
Rosenberg asked, seemingly unfazed by the scene
before her. Whether
Shelia was either blissfully ignorant, or just
universally accepting
of the situation, her arrival still caused the girls
to push apart
with great speed, creating a healthy distance
between themselves. She
walked past the girls to fling the curtains open and
push out the
windows as they tried to hide their flushed faces.
"Morning practice! I forgot!" both girls exclaimed
in unison. The two
burst out giggling as Shelia walked out of the room
again.
Shelia stopped to ask one last thing, "Oh, Buffy?
Could you climb back
out the window when you leave?" With that, and
without even blinking,
she was gone.
~*~*~*~
At that morning practice, the sight of the two girls
running out from
the locker room a little late caused some eyebrows
to lift. It only
got worse when they separated and headed for their
respective groups.
Buffy had it easier.
Coaches Jameson and Landis were the first to
approach Buffy as she
jogged out onto the practice field in the early
morning sunshine.
"Sorry I'm late, coach," Buffy said. "Overslept a
bit. Must be
jitters," she explained.
"Don't make a habit of it, Summers," Coach Landis
reminded her.
"Good, you're here. We need somebody to run Wild
Bill and Harry a
while," Coach Jameson said, apparently oblivious to,
or just ignoring,
the signs that were screaming at him. The man really
was too nice to
be a football coach.
As Buffy walked towards the group, Coach Landis
placed an arm around
her shoulders to stop her. "Buffy, are you aware of
the consequences
of what you're doing?" she asked the quarterback.
"I don't know what you mean, Coach," Buffy stated in
all honesty.
The older woman gave a maternal smile and patted
quarterback on the.
"Well, when you do find out, you can come and talk
to