Fic; Stranger In Her Eyes Part 1

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And hey, let's give it up for Shyfox!(applause, applause!) Hey, warm fuzzies, humor, and 
dead redneck vampires! What more do you want in a Buffy/Willow fic? Take a bow, Shy, 
you've earned it.

Well, you've heard about it, and now here it is. I've been sitting on this story for a week 
now. Part one of their honeymoon. But if you think that it's going to be a normal romantic 
week for our favorite Slayer/Hacker pair, FUGGEDABOUDIT! This is Sunnydale, after all. 
Oh, and this story reveals who was watching Willow at the reception.

Kirayoshi


Disclaimers;
I don't own these wonderful characters. Joss owns them, charts their destinies, makes them 
fall in love with the wrong people. You'd think Buffy would give that jerk Riley the time of 
day if I owned her? Huh?

Author's note;
This story deals with two women in a long-term relationship. You gotta problem with that? 
No? Good.

Once again, I'm dipping my toe into Shyfox's pool. I wrote one short story for her 
"Sapporo's Spell" series, and she didn't kick me out yet, so I'm at it again. Here's a toast to 
the wonderful Shyfox. "If I have seen farther, it is because I've sat on the shoulders of 
giants." --Sir Isaac Newton

This story was inspired by the fourth season episodes, "Something Blue" and "Who Are 
You". Sorry, gang, but Faith isn't the main villain in this one. This story will answer the $64 
dollar question, "Where's Tara in this storyline?"

Feedback; Like I need to ask? Jim_D_Means@xxxxxxxxxxx

Tonight's episode features music by Peter Gabriel, The Who(just to give Giles a happy), and 
the Talking Heads.

Summary; The girls are married and on their honeymoon. But someone covets Willow, and 
will go to extremes to get her, pissing off Buffy in the process. Ooh, bad move!

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Stranger In Her Eyes
Written by Kirayoshi
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Chapter one;
Something Borrowed

"Love, I get so lost sometimes,
Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart.
When I want to run away, I drive off in my car,
But whichever way I go, I go back to the place you are.

And all my instincts, they return.
And the grand facade so soon will burn.
Without a noise, without my pride,
I reach out from the inside.

In your eyes,
The light, the heat,
In your eyes,
I am complete.
In your eyes,
I see the doorway to a thousand churches.
In your eyes,
The resolution of all my fruitless searches.
I see the light and the heat.
I want to feel that complete.
I want to touch the light, the heat I see
In your eyes."
--Peter Gabriel
"In Your Eyes"

Two young women, one in a lacy white dress, the other in a tailored black tux, cuddled 
together in the back seat of a limousine. For all intents and purposes, they were lost to the 
world. The outside world didn't exist for them. As far as they were concerned, the 
population of Planet Earth was the two of them.

In a few months, to be three.

As they continued to kiss each other, Buffy and Willow reflected again on the bizarre 
(anywhere except near the Hellmouth) set of circumstances that brought them here; the spell 
book, the spell which brought their bodies and souls together, the discovery that they had 
impossibly conceived life and were now expecting a daughter, and now, the bonds that they 
had forged together just hours ago. 

Valentine's day, 2000, was the first day of their new shared life together, as Buffy Summers 
and Willow Rosenberg exchanged rings and wedding vows and drank from the same wine 
glass, which Buffy then broke under her shoe, amid cries of "Congratulations" and "Mazel 
Tov!". Their union may not have been the most conventional marriage on record, but the 
symbolism of the ceremony mattered greatly to them. What mattered was that they had 
vowed to love, honor and cherish each other, and to raise together the child that they had 
conceived, that Willow was carrying. No one at the ceremony could have doubted the love 
and passion they shared. It was clear to even the casual observer; Buffy and Willow were 
meant to be.

It hadn't been an easy road for either of them, especially considering the extremes that 
Willow's parents had gone to in order to separate them, and force Willow to give their 
daughter up for adoption. If Ira Rosenberg had been successful, Buffy might have spent the 
rest of her life in an L.A. psych ward, a mindless vegetable. She shuddered at the thought, 
but then dismissed it. She hadn't yet told Willow about her father's duplicity, and hoped that 
she would never have to. Willow still had pangs of sorrow for her estranged parents, but 
they had made their choice. Their actions had only produced the effect of building a wall 
between themselves and their daughter, and diminishing the chance that they would ever get 
to know this miracle that was Buffy's and Willow's child. But now, with Buffy and her 
mother, with Giles, Xander and yes, even Oz, she had a better family than she had ever 
known. And their daughter would know that love, not the hatred her parents tried to foster 
on her. 

Eventually, the real world intruded on their first moments of wedded bliss. "Uh, Buffy?" 
Willow murmured against her lover's lips(wife's, she corrected herself, excited by that 
wonderful word). "Where did the limo come from?"

"Uh, Detroit?" Buffy suggested, reluctantly disengaging the kiss. Willow swatted her 
playfully.

"I'm serious, Buffy. I didn't rent it, and I don't think you did, did you?"

"No," Buffy pursed her lips in thought. "Good point there, Wills," she conceded. She 
knocked at the glass partition separating them from the driver. "Yo, Jeeves," she called out. 
"What's with the fancy transport?" Silence greeted them.

"Buff," Willow suggested, "the intercom." She pointed to a small speaker box in front of them. 
Buffy noticed the console, complete with tape deck, CD player, and a small ice chest. She 
opened the chest, and pulled a bottle out of the ice. She read the label on the bottle; 
"Sparkling non-alcoholic apple cider." She located another compartment, and pulled out two 
chilled crystal champagne flutes. "Well, someone thinks of everything." she commented. 
Pushing the button on the intercom, she asked, "Hey, Driver 8, what's up with the four star 
service?"

"Ah, Mrs. Rosenberg-Summers" a formal, proper servant's voice greeted her cheerily. "Are 
you and you wife comfortable?"

"Decadently so," she answered, hugging Willow to her once more. "We were just wondering 
a few things, like where you came from, where you're taking us, you know that sort of thing."

"I'm under orders from Mr. Giles to escort the two of you to the Piedmont Hotel. Mr. Giles 
left a tape in the tape deck for the two of you."

The two women looked at each other, surprised. Giles, springing for limo service? And the 
Piedmont, Sunnydales swankiest hotel? Buffy hurriedly checked the tape deck, found the 
tape, and pressed 'play'. Giles' voice came through the speakers, crisp and clear;

"Buffy, Willow. Greetings and congratulations. I am aware that my initial reaction to your 
newfound relationship, and Willow's pregnancy, might have been less than perfect, but I want 
the two of you to know that I am very proud of you both, and couldn't love you any more if 
you were my own daughters." These words deeply moved the two brides.

"I am uniquely blessed among the Watchers, as I have been granted the opportunity to see 
my charge grow from an uncertain, somewhat flighty young girl, to an honorable, responsible 
and exceptional woman. We Watchers have it drilled into us not to become attached to our 
Slayers, as they aren't expected to live past their 'teens. However, you have surpassed all 
expectations, and with your friends, your family, and especially Willow at your side, I know 
that you will have a happy, and hopefully, long life ahead of you. And I am proud to have 
shared any portion of that life.

"I suppose you're wondering about the limousine. That is part of my wedding gift for you. 
I've instructed the chauffeur to bring you to the Piedmont Hotel, where I have reserved the 
Honeymoon Suite for the two of you. The suite is yours for the next seven nights. I knew 
that with your class schedule, you wouldn't be able to get out of Sunnydale for a while, so 
I've arranged a honeymoon for the two of you. It isn't Niagara Falls, but it's better than 
nothing. And Joyce has packed some suitcases for you so you won't have to wear you 
wedding apparel to the campus tomorrow. You'll find them in the trunk of the limo.

"The two of you are hereby instructed to make full use of the suite. I understand it has a hot 
tub and a mini-bar, and an exceptional view of the ocean, and I've left instructions for the 
hotel staff to keep the mini-bar stocked with non-alcoholic beverages. I also understand that 
the room service is quite excellent, so feel free to indulge yourselves; I've made arrangements 
to charge the entire hotel bill to the Council's account, through some computer links that 
Willow had hacked into some months earlier; we had needed information from the Council 
after we had severed all ties to them." This announcement brought a fit of giggles from Buffy 
and Willow. "After what they put you through, Buffy, I believe that they owe you this much 
at least.

"And Buffy, you are hereby ordered not to go on patrol for the duration of your honeymoon. 
Xander, Anya, Oz and I will take care of any threats that may surface. I'm sure that if we 
have to, we can save the world without the two of you this once. Your responsibility now 
rests with Willow, and your child. You have a family now. And I'm very proud of the both 
of you. Be happy together." The tape wound down, and Buffy and Willow became lost 
again in each other's eyes. Especially after what Ira Rosenberg did to separate them, it did 
them a world of good to know that Giles had supported their marriage. And the thought of 
beginning that marriage with a week at Sunnydale's only four-star hotel, that was just the 
frosting on the wedding cake. And at the expense of the Watcher's Council, yet! 

Buffy popped the cork on the cider, and poured some into Willow's waiting glass, then into 
her own. "A toast, Wills, to Giles. Who knew he had it in him?"

"To Giles," Willow echoed, as their glasses touched. "And to Buffy Rosenberg- Summers," 
she added, suddenly serious, "who today has made me the happiest woman in the world."

"To Willow Rosenberg-Summers," Buffy amended, "who made it a two-way tie."

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The maitre d' greeted the newlyweds with formal politeness, as they verified their reservations 
and claimed their room key, and informed them of the specials available at Shelton's, the 
hotel's restaurant. He had mentioned some of the breakfast specials created by master chef 
Amanda Shelton, and Buffy and Willow agreed to look into them tomorrow. A bellboy 
carried their suitcases to the penthouse suite, as Buffy and Willow stood together in the 
elevator. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other, and if the bellboy was made 
uncomfortable by this display of affection, he didn't show it.

It hadn't occurred to either of the two women to carry any money with them at the wedding, 
so they were unable to tip the bellboy. He brushed it aside, assuring the lovers that "all tips 
had been taken care of by the generous Mr. Giles." Buffy nodded towards Willow, smiling 
knowingly. Giles didn't forget a thing. The bellboy deposited the cases inside the suite, and 
wished the two brides a pleasant evening and a happy life together.

"So," Willow asked as they stood outside of the hallway. "After you?"

Buffy grinned slyly at her new wife, and said in mock indignation; "Willow, I'm surprised at 
you. Have you no sense of tradition?" She then placed her right arm around Willow's back 
and her left arm behind her thighs. With minimal effort, she managed to lift a surprised 
Willow up in her arms, and carry her across the threshold of their suite. Willow gasped as 
she was lifted and instinctively wrapped her arms around Buffy's shoulders. Buffy turned her 
head toward Willow's and brushed her lips against Willow's eager mouth. The honeymoon 
had begun.

After they had located the bedroom(dominated by an enormous four-poster bed with a 
voluminous lace canopy), Buffy gently placed Willow down onto the bed, and began to kiss 
her more earnestly, more passionately. Willow reluctantly backed away from Buffy's clinging 
mouth, causing the Slayer to whimper slightly. "Be patient, Buffy," Willow said, a teasing 
smile playing at her lips. She jumped off the bed, located her suitcase and started to 
rummage through it. "Oh goody, she remembered," she said excitedly as she pulled out a 
small plastic bag, and rushed into the bathroom. "I have a surprise for you," she promised. 
She closed and locked the door behind her.

"Okay, oh gorgeous one," Buffy answered back, "just don't make me wait too long." She 
glanced around at her new surroundings; a enormous picture window, facing the west, 
showing a sensational view of the town at night, moonlight sparkling on the ocean beyond; 
luxurious easy chairs; a champagne bucket containing a chilled bottle of sparkling grape juice 
on ice; a silver basket of strawberries and a tub of sweet whipped cream at the bedside.

"I think it will be worth the wait," Willow called out.

"I know it will," Buffy said wholeheartedly. "Today has been perfect."

"Yeah," Willow said wistfully. "It was a wonderful ceremony. And hearing Joyce sing like 
that. I didn't know she could sing so beautifully."

"You're telling me," Buffy agreed. She fell silent for a second, long enough for Willow to get 
nervous.

"Something the matter, Buffy?" Willow asked.

"Nothing, really, Wills," Buffy said, as she started to loosen her tie, and unbutton her collar. 
"Just seeing Mom dance with Giles like that."

"And this is bugging you why?"

"I dunno, honey," Buffy admitted. "Hey, I'm happy for them, I really am. But I'm just having 
flashbacks of that whole 'Band candy' incident."

"So?" asked the confused Wiccan.

"So what if it isn't real? What if their feelings for each other were only caused by some magic 
spell?"

Buffy's observation was greeted by dead silence. "Not like anyone else we know, huh?" 
Willow asked after a few seconds, and Buffy could detect an edge of bitterness in her voice.

She threw her head back on the bed in dismay. How did I manage that? she thought. I'm 
married to her for eight hours, and already I'm in the doghouse! Buffy immediately 
regretted sticking her foot in her mouth so quickly. She had to diffuse this situation, fast. She 
got out of the bed, and stood outside the locked bathroom door. "I didn't mean it that way, 
Willow. You know that the spell that brought us together didn't make me fall in love with 
you. I was in love with you from the beginning. The spell just gave us a little push, is all."

The door opened, and Willow stood before Buffy, wearing a blue silk negligee. The swelling 
of her abdomen was apparent under the fine fabric, and her other natural curves were 
accented to breathtaking effect by the garment. Buffy, struck by the beauty of her friend, 
lover and wife, was reduced to inarticulate utterances. Willow smiled at Buffy, an expression 
of forgiveness on her face, mingled with a little mischief; a look of 'I was just funnin' with you'. 
"I know, Buffy," she said warmly. "And it was the same for me. I had loved you for the 
longest time, but was too afraid to express it. Once the spell was cast, I guess the barriers 
were down, and I didn't have to be afraid of what I wanted. But maybe that's the case with 
Giles and your mom. Maybe they just needed something to get them started." Willow then 
glanced at Buffy, who just stared at her with lovestruck eyes. Willow turned a little pirouette, 
modeling the negligee, and asked, "You like?"

"Wha--" a dazed Slayer suddenly brought herself back to her senses. She appraised Willow 
again, and wolf-whistled, "Oh, yeah, Willow. I like. Of course, I think you're sexy even 
when you're wearing my yummy sushi pajamas!"

"Good," she breathed, her cheeks dimpling as her lips upturned, and she walked slowly and 
seductively toward her wife. "Because I don't want to talk about your mother, or Giles, or 
anything else for the rest of the night." She pressed her body against Buffy, who emitted a 
quiet moan at the contact, and leaned into the hand that was caressing the back of her neck, 
and the arm that cradled her back. "Right now, I want to undress my wife, to see her 
beautiful body completely naked, and to make love to her." She leaned toward her beloved 
and clamped her mouth on Buffy's. The kiss was deep, steady and passionate.

Buffy disengaged the kiss long enough to say, "I am so not having a problem with that plan," 
before taking Willow's lips with her own. Willow's hands worked gently but quickly, 
divesting Buffy of her tuxedo jacket and cummerbund in short order. She then slowed down, 
savoring the anticipation as she unbuttoned Buffy's shirt. With each button, she traced the 
skin beneath it with a gentle touch of her fingernail, each touch sending shivers down Buffy's 
spine. "Mmmm, yeah," Buffy murmured huskily at the delightful treatment she was receiving. 
As Willow worked her way down the shirt front, she applied her lips to the exposed flesh, 
lingering between Buffy's breasts, and at her belly button. 

Buffy moaned at the contact, and wanted more. But she wanted Willow to set the pace, to 
prolong the experience for maximum pleasure, and Willow was doing a splendid job in that 
area. She lifted Buffy's arms, and slid the shirt off of her, revealing a frilly pink bra. Willow 
practically salivated at the sight, and started to growl, as she brought her face toward the 
clasp between the bra's cups, and unfastened it with her teeth. Buffy, finally unable to take 
this delicious torture any longer, hastily unzipped her pants, and shed them and her panties 
rapidly. She then wrapped her arms around Willow's waist, and fused her mouth to her 
wife's.

What was it about this joining that made it special? Was it the surrounding opulence of the 
Piedmont honeymoon suite? The anxiety of having to remove more clothing than the usual 
shirt and jeans? Or was it just the perfect completion of a perfect day?

Willow and Buffy would later agree that all these factors came into play, but one thing more 
than any other elevated their lovemaking that night from their normal level of merely fantastic 
to truly incredible; the fact that they were now truly together, heart, mind and soul, as well as 
body. Buffy was no longer merely Willow's lover, she was her wife, and Willow was Buffy's. 
The distinction was subtle, but there. 

Willow reveled in the sweet musky smell of Buffy, the silky texture of her skin, the firmness of 
her breasts(grinning as she considered that her own breasts would soon give Buffy's a run for 
their money, as her pregnancy developed) and the growing hardness of their strawberry-red 
nipples, the warmth of her belly, and the heat between her thighs. She kissed, nipped, tasted, 
licked and sucked every square inch of Buffy's body, and still couldn't get enough. Buffy 
mirrored Willow's passion, as she slowly peeled off her love's negligee, revealing the beautiful 
form of her beloved. They feasted upon each other. They didn't even care if their 
lovemaking resulted in climax. To touch, to taste, to immerse themselves in each other's 
bodies, that was more than enough. Their mutual orgasms, while volcanic, were only the 
closure of a perfect evening.

Later, after they recovered some degree of their strength, Buffy reached for the strawberry 
basket. She languidly took a strawberry in her fingers, scooped up a dollop of cream with 
the tip of the berry, and fed it to Willow. As Willow sucked the remaining juice off of Buffy's 
fingers, she commented, "Amazing, Buffy."

"I always thought you were," Buffy grinned.

"No. It's not that," Willow whispered. "I mean, yeah, it was, don't get me wrong, incredible. 
But after what we just did, I feel like I should say something deep, something profound, but I 
can't think of anything."

Buffy cradled Willow's chin with her finger, and murmured, "Silence is the perfectest herald of 
joy. I was but little happy if I could say how much." She kissed Willow again, and finished, 
"Lady, as you are mine, so I am yours."

"Wow," Willow breathed. "That was good."

"Shakespeare," Buffy admitted with a lopsided smile. "'Much Ado About Nothing'. We 
were reading it in class the other day. And if you tell Giles I quoted the Bard, I'll deny it."

"Oh, I dunno," Willow mused humorously. "I may need something to blackmail you with in 
the futureUMPH!" Her teasing was interrupted by a fresh amorous attack by her wife, and 
Willow promptly forgot her implied threat of blackmail, lost anew in Buffy's arms.

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The next morning they ordered breakfast from room service and dined in bed. Buffy had a 
Spanish omelet with peach salsa, while Willow had the French toast, redolent with cinnamon 
and drenched in pure maple syrup. They sampled from each other's plates, fed each other, 
and then forgot the dishes as they found themselves making passionate love again. It should 
be noted that the Piedmont's head chef, Amanda Shelton, had made it a matter of pride to 
personally prepare the meals for all honeymooning couples. She had a flair for romantic 
dining, and occasionally added a little something extra to make her dishes more memorable, 
and the newlyweds more amorous.

Finally, they emerged from the covers, dressed, and got ready for another day on campus. 
They headed back to the Summers residence to pick up their texts, then made it to school 
with a few minutes to spare before their classes.

"So, Buffy," Willow smiled as they strolled hand in hand across the Quad, "I've got Human 
Sexuality and Computer Sciences. What classes do you have today?"

"Psychology, with Professor Walsh," she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste, "then my 
favorite class this semester, Classical Mythology." She fished out the text book, and showed 
it to Willow. "We've been studying this book, on some revealing artifacts found outside the 
ancient Greek village of Amphipolis."

Willow took the book and read the title aloud; "Warrior Princess; Women and the Greek 
Myths", by Professor Janice Covington and Melinda Pappas. Hmm. Any good?"

"I like it," Buffy smiled. "Professor Covington writes about her findings in a way that doesn't 
make it dry or dull. She claims to have found artifacts called 'The Xena Scrolls', that prove 
there was a great woman warrior during the time of Julius Caesar."

"Interesting," Willow mused. "I may have to look this class up."

"Yeah, real fascinating stuff," Buffy said. "And there's something about the writers. Professor 
Covington is such a fascinating person. It's like I know her as I read her findings."

The conversation between the two lovers was disrupted by a quiet voice asking, "H-hey, 
Willow, how are you?" A petite woman with straight blonde hair and Hummel figure blue 
eyes stood shyly next to the two newlywed women.

Willow turned toward the speaker, smiling. "Tara. Couldn't be better. Oh, you remember 
Buffy, don't you?" she hastily introduced Buffy to her friend. "You remember Tara from the 
reception yesterday, Buffy? Tara's part of the local Wicca group on campus. She's the one I 
told you about, the one who helped me move a vending machine to keep the Gentlemen 
away from us?"

"Oh, Tara," Buffy remembered the incident with the Gentlemen all too well. She was just 
barely able to defeat them when she had found the stolen voices of Sunnydale. The battle 
took place just three weeks after they had become lovers, two days after Willow announced 
her pregnancy, and Buffy had been scared to death of losing both her and the baby. "I guess 
I owe you a big thank you. You saved my wife's life there."

"I'm g-g-glad to have helped," Tara stuttered, her attention riveted to the gold wedding bands 
that Willow and Buffy shared. Willow's band set off by a matching diamond solitaire. "And I 
just wanted to congratulate you two. I hope you're happy together."

Buffy and Willow smiled at each other, then Willow announced, "Oh dear, I've got to get to 
class. Good to see you again, Tara. See you at four, Buffy?"

"Sure," Buffy answered, wrapping her arms around Willow in a goodbye hug. "We'll try the 
hot tub tonight." She punctuated her last sentence win an inscrutable grin, one that promised 
treasures. Buffy leaned forward and kissed Willow on the mouth, then they parted and left 
for their classes.

As they made their good-byes, they were unaware of a pair of watery blue eyes, boring holes 
into Willow's back. Tara stared long and hard at the departing red-head, her heart breaking 
as she recalled seeing her at the wedding reception; her arm linked with Buffy's, the two 
brides exchanging vows. She wanted so bad to be Buffy, she would have given anything to 
be the object of Willow's desire.

And Buffy was unaware that she had a rival for Willow's affections. A rival who hadn't quite 
given up. Not just yet.