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

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The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Cilia


Chapter 5: Girl of Steel



It was an eerie scene as the team rushed towards Buffy's supine form.
The cheerleaders hid their faces in their pom-poms and the linebacker
was soundly booed as he headed for the locker-room. Everybody froze
when Buffy stumbled to her feet, taking off her helmet and shaking her
long blond hair loose.

"She--She's up! Ladies and gentlemen, that is truly a Girl of Steel!"
the announcer exclaimed over the speakers. The crowd exploded and the
cheerleaders came to life.

Willow, most of all. She started jumping up and down and was nearly in
tears, she was so happy that Buffy was unhurt. 'She's alright, she's
alright,' Willow thought. The other cheerleaders started the
soon-to-be-familiar cheer of, "Give me a B!" and the crowd responded
with vigor.

"Cap, you okay?" Harry asked as he looked Buffy over for any signs of
injury, only to be pushed aside by Coach Landis.

"You alright, Summers?" she asked as she looked Buffy thoroughly over
with trained eyes and a worried frown.

"Don't worry, Coach," Buffy said as she pulled off her gloves. "I
rolled with it, wasn't so bad," she explained. "Kick-boxing," she added. 

Coach Landis nodded. "If you don't feel like finishing, 'cause we
could always--" she was stopped by Buffy's raised hand.

"I'll finish. I think they need to lose a bit bigger now," she said
with an evil little smile as she started rubbing her throwing arm.
"Plus we've only got five yards to cover now," she added.

'Girl's got heart,' Coach Landis thought with a smile. "Okay, you're
in. Give 'em hell, kiddo," she said and patted Buffy on the shoulder.

Buffy took her place in the huddle and slipped her helmet back on,
leaving her blond hair flowing out behind her. No mercy for the jocks
this time around.

"You okay, ma'--Buffy?" Wild Bill asked, catching himself and giving
and apologetic smile.

"Never better, Billy-boy," Buffy said with a grin and then looked at
the Twins. "You boys ready to hurt some jerks?" she asked and the
twins nodded with eager smiles. "The call is Yellow Two, we go on
three. Don't leave a defender standing. You with me?" she exclaimed.

"Yes Ma'am!" the team shouted as one. Buffy gave Wild Bill a glare,
then smiled at the team.

The Bulldogs must have known they were in for it when the Razorbacks
took the field again for the final play of the quarter. Buffy seemed
to have grown taller somehow as she took the field with the Twins
flanking her. She was a fierce vision; with her hair trailing behind
her like a waterfall, a swagger in her step, and a predatory smile on
her lips.

"Oh, that looks like one determined lady," the announcer said over the
speakers.

"Please, Lord, don't let her break any bones," Giles offered up a
quick prayer when he saw his slayer take the field with a very
familiar swagger to her walk.

'Oh yeah, jocks to the slaughter,' Xander thought with a grin from
underneath his fake-head. He kept hamming it up for the audience
although he really did need to pee right about now.

Buffy stared down at the players in front of her with fire in her eyes
and looked at the end zone behind them. 'I could just jump over them,
but that's a bit too flashy,' she thought as she ran her hand over the
turf. "Yellow Two! Yellow Two! Hut, hut, hut!" she yelled. Once again,
the now familiar roar of bodies springing into action and clashing
filled the field.

Buffy held the ball in viselike grip and backed up one step. Then she
put her head down and rushed headlong into the pile. It was as if the
tangled mass of bodies parted before her as the Twins rushed a path
through the defenders and Buffy dove in after them. Time seem to crawl
to a halt as she sailed through the gap between the twins. She landed
with a thud in the end zone. As the referee blew the whistle, she
spiked the ball into the ground, tore off her helmet, and did a split
to the roaring approval of the crowd.

"Who's the cheerleader now?" she shouted at the Bulldogs' quarterback
who stood at the sidelines. She laughed when he kicked at his helmet,
hurting his foot in the process.


~*~*~*~


The defensive line took the field after Buffy did her splits. Larry,
the defacto defensive team leader was none too happy. The little dyke
was hogging all the glory and being a general tease. At least that was
his version and he was sticking to it.

"Okay, boys, let's show them what the defense can do," he said. He
gave a growl at the defensive line that seemed overly focused on the
still celebrating quarterback. The little bitch was now doing back
flips along with the cheerleaders in an effort to further piss off the
Bulldogs.

"Guys! Focus on the game, not the sideshow freak," Larry snarled at
his teammates and was met by rather offended glares.

"Man, what's your problem, Larry? We're winning for the first time in,
like, forever," a senior asked. 

Larry grabbed him by his face guard. "Girls don't play football! And
girls don't date cheerleaders!" he growled. "Now stop this play or go
join the dyke up there dancing," he spat, then pushed the linebacker away.

The Razorbacks' defensive line did their job well and the Bulldogs
were in for a world of hurt on both ends. Larry slammed into the
Bulldogs' quarterback with an almost feral snarl on his face. The ball
rolled out of the quarterback's hands only to be picked up by Larry.
He rushed towards the Bulldogs' end-zone, only to be brought down by
three tackles. Still, after the dog pile, he came up grinning and
pumping his fists in the air. His moment was broken though when his
quarterback called out to him as he headed for the bench.

"Hey, Larry. Good work," Buffy yelled to him as she took the field for
the offensive line, only to have the defensive end glare at her and
mutter something rude. "Well, he's not in a good mood," Buffy said
more to herself than to anybody.

"Oh, ignore him, Cap," the senior that had defended her earlier said
as he passed her. "Larry has issues, that's all. Once we win a few,
he'll get over it," he explained and high-fived Buffy as she took the
field.


~*~*~*~


It was a victorious team that returned to the Razorbacks' locker room
after the final whistle had been blown. The Razorbacks were
high-five-ing each other left and right. When Harry made the mistake
of patting Buffy's butt, he braced for the hit. She just smiled and
patted his right back.

The whole celebration came to a sudden halt at a single word uttered
by a single girl. "Buffy!" Willow called out, waving her pom-poms to
get the quarterback's attention.

The entire football team froze, while Larry went in the locker-room in
a huff.

"Go on ahead, guys, I'll catch up when you get dressed," Buffy said.
With sly smiles and pats on her back, the boys filed into the locker
room until it was just Buffy and Willow alone in the hallway.

"Willow..." Buffy said as she walked up to her best friend. Her heart
was racing, her body full of adrenaline, and she seemed to have tunnel
vision focused only on Willow.

"Buffy..." Willow said again, her voice a little lower as she looked
down at the pom-poms in her hands.

"We did good," Buffy whispered and took Willow's hands in her own.

"Yeah, we kinda did, didn't we?" Willow asked as she looked back up at
Buffy's smudged face. She admired how Buffy's hair, even though it was
suffering from very bad helmet hair, looked wild and untamed and
somehow appealed to her very much.

"So, no more butterflies?" Buffy asked as she, too, took in Willow's
flushed face and her sparkling eyes. She loved that Willow's red hair
had slipped back into its natural state, flowing down towards her
shoulders.

"Not sure." Willow gave a sly little smile of her own. "Might need you
to calm me down before the next game like you did last night," she
answered truthfully and was almost leaning into Buffy when a head
poked out of the boys' locker room.

"Cap--oh, I'm sorry," a blushing Harry Kim said as he looked away.

The two girls broke apart; the moment gone, never to return. Well,
maybe not never, but no kissie-goodness for now, at least.

"Yes, Harry?" Buffy asked. The mock growling in her voice made Willow
giggle.

"We were wondering if you were going to join us for some celebrating
tonight?" he asked as more heads started to peek out of the room.

"If I say yes, will you go shower?" Buffy asked and Willow was
giggling into her pom-poms now.

"Great! The Bronze, tonight. Bring a date, if you want," Harry called
back and his head vanished back into the locker-room. Buffy's ear
could hear the questions of, "What did you see?" and, "Did she get
lucky?" from inside the room. Turns out football players are worse
then a sewing club when they get going.

"Be my date?" Buffy asked on impulse and then blushed.

"Pick me up around eight?" Willow answered. She kissed Buffy on the
cheek before skipping off to the cheerleaders' locker room.

'Oh, I think I'll just lounge around here a bit,' Buffy thought as she
touched her cheek. '"Naked Willow" is not the thing I need to see
right now,' she thought with a smile. 

"Good game," Coach Landis said from behind her, almost making her jump.

"Coach, yeah, thanks," Buffy answered when she got her breath back.

"The hair shaking was a bit dramatic, but the split was a classic,"
the older woman said with a laugh. "Oh, I'm inviting you to dinner
tomorrow," she added. "We've got some new plays we need to go over
and, before you ask, the school board doesn't think it's fitting for
Coach Jameson to have you over at his house," she said with a frown.

"So, I get to meet Andrea?" Buffy asked, trying not to sound too excited.

"Yes, and Litni too," Coach Landis answered. "Maybe you'll learn
something more than just plays," she added.

"When do you want me over?" Buffy asked.

"Around six. Bring your playbook," the coach answered before heading
for the boys' locker-room to congratulate them.

'This should be interesting,' Buffy thought as she walked towards the
girls' locker room with her helmet under her hand and a smile on her lips.


~*~*~*~


'God, I'm so hungry, I could eat a cow right about now. But if I want
to keep my figure, I better stick to a nonfat yogurt,' Buffy thought
as she entered the locker room. Her senses were immediately assaulted
by the presence of nearly a dozen half-naked girls. She shook her head
and tried to ignore the desire rushing through her veins. As Buffy
undressed and stored away her gear, she couldn't help but catch the
occasional towel wearing cheerleader, or a small group of them,
casting long glances in her direction. 

It would seem that Buffy's stock had risen even more amongst the
cheerleaders. She'd proven that she was more than just the quarterback
in name only, she was also a very good one. The after game party at
the Bronze would prove to be very interesting indeed, since the
girls--some still harboring thoughts that made them blush--hadn't
heard the speech Buffy had given Cordelia earlier that day. In other
words, the locker room was every male's fantasy come to life. 

The scantily clad girls whispered amongst themselves while Buffy got
undressed and ready for a much needed shower. Buffy wrapped a towel
around her body, hiding her lean form away from admiring eyes behind
white terrycloth, and headed for the showers. That short walk
stretched out like a minefield in front of her. But these mines were
half-naked girls. As she passed each cheerleader, she was greeted by
an array of thinly veiled flirts and compliments. Some were just
cheering for her, others had other plans.

"Great game, B," a brunette with very generous chest said as she was
bending over and slowly pulling on her socks.

"What you doing after the game, QB?" a junior asked as she combed out
her long blond hair.

"Great game, Buffy. Way to show those boys," Litni shouted out to her
and it made Buffy smile.

"That bruise looks bad. Need somebody to rub you down?" a redheaded
senior asked. She trailed her fingers across a bruise on Buffy's
shoulder that would be gone in a few hours. 

At that point Buffy was trying very hard not to run. 

"Nice split. Maybe we should have recruited you for the squad," a
smiling Cordelia, wearing only towels around her body and hair, said
as she walked past.

"Thanks, but I kind of like football now," Buffy answered and pulled
the towel around her body a bit tighter As she walked off to the
showers, she had to repress the urge to swish her hips. 'What's going
on? Gym class never affected me like this before! Get some control,
Summers!' She firmly brought all swishing under control and tried not
to glance at the girls as she passed.

Standing under the shower, facing the tiled wall, she let the water
wash away the smell of grass and the smudges of dirt from her body.
Buffy closed her eyes as she let the water run down, then she turned
around and opened her eyes. She nearly squeaked because the showers
were now empty, aside from Willow and herself. Willow was apparently
enjoying a long shower as she stood under the falling water, facing
the wall, partly covered in soapy lather, humming, totally oblivious
to the world.

'Don't check Willow out. Don't check Willow out. Darn, too late,'
Buffy thought as she watched Willow wash herself. After a firm mental
slap, she hurriedly finished and rushed out of the showers. 'Buffy,
get a grip, you've seen Willow before. Nothing new there,' she thought
as she hurriedly dried off. 'But not all naked, soapy and wet, and her
butt--STOP IT!' she thought to herself as she punched the locker in
front of her. Buffy took several deep breaths as she tried to calm
herself. 'Okay, sure. Gym class showers with Will were always a guilty
pleasure but, wow! It was never so...intense. I gotta take it easy! I
can't push her into anything.'

After she got dressed and was about to leave, Willow's head poked out
of the showers. "Remember, eight o'clock," Willow called out and gave
a very obvious wink.

'Date, oh gawd. Hey, did Willow just brag?' Buffy thought franticly
with a smile as her brain sorted itself out. "Pick you up then," she
called back, then walked out past the stunned cheerleaders. She
managed to get a good distance down the hall before breaking down into
a fit of giggles.

Yes, that night at the Bronze promised to be an interesting one, that
much was for sure. A night full of general weirdness and gender-role
confusion, all packaged into one of the biggest parties Sunnydale had
seen in a long time.



TBC...



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