Re: Fic: The Complex Lives... (Part 5)

["byrdrobbie" <Byrdrobbie@xxxxxxxxx>]

I enjoyed reading your story. I liked how you had Willow imagining 
her and Buffy together in the future. I can't wait to find out what 
will happen on the away game.






--- In buffyloveswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, "S.M. Cilia" <cilia@t...> 
wrote:
> Hi!
>
> Finally an update on CLCQ, summer vacation is over so my days are a
> bit more hectic, so thus the delay in writing. 
>
> Got a whole new chapter for you guys, with a little help from 
Howard
> and Dutch it's here and ready for reading, it's been classified as
> mostly harmless.
>
> The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
> Cilia
>
> Chapter Seven: Future Visions over Coffee
>
> Giles grunted but, to his stiff-upper-lipped credit, stood his 
ground
> as he trained--well, acted like a human punching bag--for his 
slayer.
> She'd come straight from football practice--juggling slaying and
> football was harder than it looked--but, the way she was laying 
into
> Giles, it was hard to see it having any effect on the
> Slayer/Quarterback's energy.
>
> "Your rhythm is off," he groaned as he pulled off the heavy pads 
that
> kept him mostly free from harm. These training sessions--where the
> slayer got to beat up her watcher--were a long standing and proud
> tradition, but very painful for the watcher.
>
> "Sorry, Giles. A bit scatter-brained today," Buffy apologized, then
> firmly knocked the watcher on his butt. "Better?" she asked while 
she
> offered him her hand with a smile.
>
> "Much," he said in a breathless voice as she hauled him from the 
floor.
> "Giles? I can ask anything, right?" Buffy asked as she picked up a 
war
> hammer at random. She started swinging it while thinking.
>
> "Everything falls under Watcher/Slayer confidentiality, of course,"
> Giles answered with a small smile. He leaned back in his chair and
> sipped the somewhat lukewarm tea.
>
> "Well, it's about Willow," Buffy said as she swung the hammer 
around
> her head.
>
> "Yes, quiet a change, I must say," Giles answered as he put his cup
> down. He looked at his slayer over the rim of his glasses.
>
> "Yeah, big changes," Buffy muttered. She dropped the hammer back 
into
> the weapons chest, then closed and sat down on top of it.
>
> "Buffy, if there's something you need to get off your chest, then 
I'm
> here," Giles said as he moved over and joined her on the chest.
>
> "Giles, have slayers ever...you know, played for the home team?" 
she
> asked.
>
> Giles stared a bit blankly while his brain translated, then it 
dawned
> on him. Buffy couldn't help but to smile at the goofy look that 
spread
> across his face; a mix of fascination and slight embarrassment. He
> took off his glasses and polished them so hard Buffy was sure he 
was
> going to break them, "Well, there have been documented cases of
> slayers that have fancied the fairer gender."
>
> "Big changes with Willow," she explained as she took the glasses 
out
> of his hands.  She placed them on his nose and smiled. "So it's 
okay,
> I mean with--" she started but Giles raised his hand.
>
> "I'm your watcher, you are the slayer entrusted to my care. Nothing
> can change that," he explained. Then he smiled, "I just want you 
to be
> happy, Buffy. And if that is with Willow, then so be it." He looked
> into Buffy's wide eyes and asked, "Does she make you happy?"
>
> "Oh god, yes," Buffy answered truthfully. "When I'm with her, I 
feel
> almost normal," she explained and thought to herself. 'And when she
> kisses me I want to--whoops! Not in front of the watcher,' she 
caught
> herself.
>
> Giles gave his best fatherly smile to her. "Speaking of Willow, 
don't
> you have your get together at the Espresso Pump after your meeting
> with Coach Landis?" he asked.
>
> Buffy realized the time, then cursed under her breath and jumped 
off
> the chest. "I'm late! So very, very late!" she exclaimed while she 
ran
> around the library gathering up her stuff. She barely paused to 
give
> Giles a tender look. "Thanks for be so understanding about all 
this,
> Giles," she said and beamed her brightest smile at her watcher.
>
> "That's what I'm here for. Well, that and taking hits," he answered
> with a smile.
>
> Buffy waved him goodbye and rushed out of the library, slamming 
doors
> behind her as she left the school building at near inhuman speeds.
>
> 'Proud of you, Buffy. No matter what you choose, nothing can change
> that,' Giles thought as he wrote in his Watcher's Journal. The
> elegantly written entry merely stated that his slayer had taken an
> interest in another human being that went beyond friendship and the
> social norms of the time. He underlined 'human being' and smiled
> before closing it again.
>
> Yes, Giles was one proud father, err...watcher that day. He even 
added
> extra sugar to his tea and treated himself to a chocolate and
> blueberry muffin. Relaxing over the local paper, he smiled to 
himself
> when he read the headline: "Supergirl leads 'Backs to Victory"
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> Willow waited at the Espresso Pump and fidgeted nervously. When 
they'd
> set this up, it had just been two friends meeting for mocha on a 
lazy
> day-off--now it had somehow morphed into something much more. She 
had
> chosen a yellow summer dress from deep inside her closet and wore 
her
> red slippers. She sipped her mocha and watched the clock tick on.
>
> 'Should I kiss her when she comes?' she thought for the hundredth
> time. 'I mean we kissed A LOT last time and so it should be alright
> again,' her mind babbled on as she started folding the napkin into 
a
> little bird. 'We can't in here though, not in front of all these
> people, right now, kissing in public--but it's so nice and...' her
> mind babbled on as she examined her paper bird.
>
> "Hey, Wills," was whispered from behind her.
>
> Willow turned around to come face to stomach with Buffy, dressed up
> like she was going to church with her playbook in one hand and a
> flower in the other.
>
> "For you," she said as she offered the white lily to Willow, then 
she
> bent down to give her a kiss on the lips. Buffy's darker painted 
lips
> meeting Willow's natural beauty and, again, the world seem to 
shrink
> in to just the two of them.
>
> 'Yummy...Buffy goodness,' Willow thought with a smile while her
> inner-cheerleader was doing back-flips and splits in joy.
>
> In all honesty, only Buffy would go to church in a knee length--and
> that was stretching the term--black skirt and a white blouse with 
the
> top two buttons undone. But she did carry a small golden gross on a
> thin chain around her neck--Willow, no doubt, secretly wished she 
was
> that cross resting against Buffy's skin. The jacket was black like 
the
> skirt and her sensible, yet fashionable, black shoes topped off the
> outfit. Willow didn't see any boyishness this time, just a very 
curvy
> Buffy.
>
> "Thank you," Willow answered, blushing and staring at the flower 
while
> Buffy took her seat.
>
> 'Does this mean more kissing?' she thought excitedly. 'Wait, 
kissing
> Buffy--what was she thinking? We can't, it's not--wait, kissing 
Buffy
> is good, but not in here--wait, we just did in here...' her mind
> babbled on as she just smiled a very happy smile.
>
> "Mocha," Buffy told the waitress, who smiled a bit as she took her
> order. "Wills, you still with me?" she asked.
>
> Willow, who was now smiling like a goof, said, "Yep, just perfect."
> She reached out and captured Buffy's hand in her own, then gave it 
a
> squeeze. "Just perfect," she repeated and smiled as Buffy's face 
just
> lit up at hearing that.
>
> Buffy then remembered something she'd forgotten to mention last
> night--well, hadn't been able to get it in due to the kissing--but
> there was no time like the present.
>
> "Sorry about staring at that girl in the band at the party," Buffy
> apologized and blushed.
>
> Willow smelled the flower with a knowing smile. "Oh, I don't 
worry,"
> Willow answered as she rubbed Buffy's hand. She glanced at a table 
not
> far from them, nodding for Buffy to look.
>
> Buffy blushed when she looked and saw the singer from the band with
> what appeared to be the bass guitarist getting all snuggly. "I 
see..."
> Buffy said as she returned her eyes to Willow, only to see an 
impish
> little smile. "But I was being all piggish," Buffy explained,
> accepting the steaming cup of mocha the waitress had brought her.
>
> "Well...you are a War Pig," Willow said as a peace 
offering. "Speaking
> of the team, how was your dinner at Coach Landis's?" she asked.
>
> "It was different," Buffy answered as she stirred her mocha. "It 
was
> very normal. Andrea made us this wonderful Italian dish and it was 
all
> very happy," she said.
>
> Willow was dreamily stirring her mocha. 'I hope Buffy likes 
kosher,'
> Willow thought as she had strange little visions of domestic bliss
> down the road. She looked down at her hand and imagined a thin 
golden
> band there.
>
> "Litni is a great kid. You're lucky to have her on the squad," 
Buffy
> went on, took a sip of her mocha and smiled as she saw that Willow 
was
> staring dreamily at her. 'Wonder what she's thinking?' Buffy 
thought,
> studying Willow.
>
> The cheerleader, in her cute yellow sundress, sipped her mocha and
> looked dreamily at Buffy. "Tell me more?" Willow asked, lowering 
her
> cup. She watched Buffy with a loving gaze while the slayer launched
> into a detailed description of her dinner at Coach Landis's house; 
how
> nice it all was and how the two women seemed perfectly happy.
>
> Willow's little mind started to wander down nicer and nicer paths 
as
> Buffy went on about small things: the silverware, Litni's room, the
> pictures taken on vacations, and the wedding photos.
>
> "Wills? You still with me?" Buffy asked. She smiled at the now
> completely zoned out Willow. 'Wonder what she's thinking?' Buffy
> thought again, then she just leaned forward and admired Willow's
> zonked out expression.
>
> So let us now take a little trip into Willow's imagination and 
observe
> for a moment what is going on behind those beautiful eyes in that
> cutest of brains. 
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> Somewhere in suburbia, in the not too distant future, a small 
electric
> car turned into a driveway. A tall woman, of maybe thirty, stepped 
out
> of it with flowers in one hand and a small suitcase in the other. 
She
> made her way through the yard with a spring in her step, her face
> hidden by the shadows from the trees. After almost tripping over a
> pink hoverboard before reaching the front door, she stopped and 
patted
> herself, looking for her keys. Finding them, she made a victorious
> gesture before entering the house.
>
> The woman stepped into her home, dressed in her business suit. Her
> face revealed in the soft light of the hallway, her long red hair
> flowing down her shoulders, her posture tall and confident, eyes
> hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses, and her lips curled up in a 
happy
> smile. Willow Rosenberg-Summers was home after a long and boring
> business trip on behalf of WiffySoft, Inc.
>
> "Buffy! June! I'm home!" Willow called out, then something small, 
with
> strawberry blonde hair, collided with her.
>
> "Mommy!" the little bundle energy called June shouted, then hugged 
her
> mommy.
>
> "Hi, Pumpkin'," Willow said as she knelt down and hugged her 
little girl.
> "Did you bring me anything?" the little girl with oddly mismatched
> eyes of blue and green asked.
>
> Buffy Rosenberg-Summers walked out of the kitchen wearing an 
apron. A
> loving smile appeared at seeing her wife home.
>
> "Close your eyes and hold out your hand," Willow instructed her
> daughter. When the little girl did as she was told, Willow 
produced a
> small charm on a golden chain and let it pool in the child's palm.
>
> The girl opened her eyes and looked at the gift, then up her mother
> with a big smile. "An air charm! Thanks, Mommy!" June exclaimed. 
She
> hung the blue charm around her neck, then looked up at Buffy, who 
was
> still just smiling and observing the scene.
>
> Willow looked up at her wife, then stood and gave her a kiss before
> settling into watching their daughter.
>
> June was almost jumping out of her skin with excitement. "Look, 
Mom,
> an air charm," she said, showing the gift to her moms, who just 
smiled.
> "Now, you be careful with that," Buffy replied, keeping an arm
> comfortably around Willow, who leaned into her.
>
> "I will. Can I go play with it now?" June asked excitedly, almost
> jumping up and down.
>
> "Yes, but no scaring the cats," Buffy instructed.
>
> The girl gave Willow another hug and Buffy a 'Who me?' look, then 
took
> off like a dart.
>
> "She takes after you a bit too much, sometimes," Willow joked, 
handing
> the flowers to her wife.
>
> Buffy took them with a smile and a wink. "And you. Do we need to go
> over the spell-book incident again?" Buffy shot back as she placed 
the
> flowers on the counter. She gave her wife of ten years a big,
> welcome-home kiss.
>
> "You cooking?" Willow asked with a raised eyebrow. Remembering the
> last few times her wife had tried to cook, she shuddered.
>
> "Don't worry. I called Giles and he walked me through it," Buffy
> answered. Just then the timer went 'ding'. "How did the convention
> go?" she asked, pulling a perfectly cooked pan of baked shnitzel 
out
> of the oven. She placed it on the counter as the room filled with 
the
> delicious aroma.
>
> "Lots of boring speeches about where quantum technology might take 
the
> industry," Willow explained while she hugged Buffy from 
behind. "You
> would have hated it. They asked about you a lot though," she 
giggled.
> "You still get asked about that?" Buffy asked with a raised 
eyebrow,
> then turning around to hug Willow.
>
> "Well, when you're married to an American Legend..." Willow 
explained
> with that same impish grin that had made Buffy go all ga-ga 
fourteen
> years earlier--when they'd met and fallen in love after being 'just
> friends' first.
>
> "I didn't do that much," Buffy countered with a blush. "I just 
threw
> the ball when they told me too," she explained.
>
> "Sure, Forrest Gump. You led the fledgling MIT team to four
> championships in four years," Willow said with a little laugh as 
she
> thought back to their time there. "And you know they only formed 
the
> team to get the great Buffy 'Supergirl' Summers to attend," she 
added.
> She thought about the Supergirl costume Buffy had bought last
> Halloween and wondered if Xander was free to baby-sit soon.
>
> "That's only because you wanted to go there and I needed something 
to
> keep me in shape," Buffy deadpanned, trying to look like it was
> nothing, but Willow knew her wife loved to play football. "And 
that's
> Buffy 'Supergirl' Rosenberg-Summers," Buffy gently corrected as she
> reached up to kiss her wife--
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> "We're going to San Diego!" a very male voice intruded, rudely 
ending
> the daydream. 
>
> This, of course, caused Willow to snap out of her little vision 
and,
> in turn, Buffy to snap out of looking lovingly at Willow. Both 
girls
> turned and glared at their Xander-shaped friend, who was grinning 
like
> the cat who just ate the canary as he sat himself down at the 
table.
> "We're going where and why?" Buffy asked, a bit lost.
>
> Willow took a big gulp of her mocha to calm herself. 'What just
> happened there?' she thought to herself as she lowered the cup, 
trying
> to still her shaking hand. 'Did we just have a moment or 
something?'
> she thought. She glanced at the clock, noting that some time had
> passed and that her mocha wasn't all that hot anymore.
>
> "The first road game of the session is in San Diego, against the 
only
> team worse than we are...err, I mean, used to be," Xander explained
> with a big smiles.
>
> "And this is news, why? The schedule's been up since day one," 
Buffy
> asked, slightly confused at Xander's excitement.
>
> "True, but the news just came in that we'll be staying overnight,"
> Xander explained with an even bigger smile.
>
> "Xander, you're not thinking about doing anything naughty?" Willow
> asked and gave Xander her resolve-face.
>
> "Yes, Xander. You gonna be naughty?" Buffy asked, making Xander's
> shoulders slump in defeat.
>
> "Just a little, but I guess..." he trailed off with a sigh as a 
group
> of cheerleaders led by Cordelia passed by.
>
> "Aww. There, there," Willow said in a comforting tone as she patted
> Xander's arm.
>
> Buffy gave his shoulder a rub. "She'll come around," Buffy said to 
her
> friend.
>
> Xander gave his brave smile, then flagged down the waitress to 
order
> some sugary goodness. Not that being around Buffy and Willow and
> getting touched wasn't goodness in itself, but he wasn't that dumb 
and
> knew when to play for it and when not to. Also they just looked so
> cute together.
>
> 'God, I hope she'll come around,' Buffy thought to herself. She
> thought about the scene in the locker-room and dreaded the coming
> week, which promised to be filled with confusing events and
> social-order zealous cheerleaders.
>
> Then she caught Willow smiling at her and it all seemed easier
> somehow. 'Hmm, maybe some road-trip naughtiness--no, bad slayer,' 
she
> thought to herself, not knowing that Willow was having very similar
> thoughts, even as she laughed at one of Xander's jokes about the
> horrors of being the team mascot.
>
> Next weekend couldn't come fast enough for the Razorbacks--road-
trips
> were always a highpoint of any season. So many opportunities for 
all
> sorts of mischief and mayhem, not to mention that this trip came 
with
> much hope of another victory--something that the long starved team
> craved above all else. Well, maybe coming in close second to 
bagging a
> cheerleader, but it was right up there in the top five things that
> they wanted more than anything.
>
> TBC....



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