Fic: Welcome Distractions (1/1)

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TITLE: Welcome distractions
AUTHOR: Angelina 
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. 
SUMMARY: Buffy has trouble concentrating on her conversation with 
Xander.
SPOILERS: None really, set at some undetermined point in Season 4 
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All feedback welcome. "Mochas?" "Yes please!" Hope 
you like this. I needed a `distraction' from a very boring essay and 
this popped into my head. A little inconsequential piece of fluff 
really.



" Do you expect me to believe that she wants too much sex and you're 
complaining about it?"

"She does. And I am. I never thought I'd hear myself saying this 
but want happened to romance? Dinner and a movie? Miniature golf?  
God, even broom closets with Cordy had some kind of romance 
involved. But now it's sex, sex, sex all the damn time!"

Buffy listened in wonder to Xander's troubles. "Well, have you tried 
taking her to somewhere that you can't have sex, like a restaurant?"

"Restaurants have bathrooms, Buffy" he replied, as if this were a 
ludicrous suggestion.

"Oh, OK, umm?.movies equals dark theatre ? bad?.miniature golf?.too 
many shrubs and obstacles to pop behind?.have you considered sex 
counselling?"

"Me?"

"Both of you" said Buffy. "You might be able to work out why Anya has 
such a one track mind." Just then the dorm door opened and Willow 
entered wrapped in a towel. All of a sudden Buffy forgot what she 
was saying. Willow smiled at her before heading to the dresser and 
stepping out of her slippers.

"Buffy? You still there?"

"Sorry Xand, still here, what were you saying?"

"I was saying that it's pretty obvious why she's sex mad. It's me.  
Or haven't you noticed my evolution from weedy schoolboy to macho 
digging guy?"

"Macho?right?" Buffy was tantalised as Willow finished brushing her 
wet hair and laid the brush down. She walked to the wardrobe and let 
her towel fall to the floor. Buffy's breath caught in her throat as 
she absorbed the perfection that was Willow Rosenberg. Short auburn 
hair clinging to the back of a neck that made Buffy empathise with 
vampires. She could suck on it all night long (and had done on 
several occasions.) Shoulders, so many memories, happy, sad, crying, 
hugging, sleeping. Narrow shoulders led to strong arms. Not strong 
in the same way as Buffy's own. No Willow's strength came from 
within and when she was in those arms Buffy felt like nothing on 
earth could harm her. Willow's arms were the safest place in the 
world. Buffy's eyes blazed a trail down the curve of Willow's spine, 
coming to rest on?

"BUFFY! I hope I'm not boring you with my insignificant little 
problems or anything?" Xander's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"No, sorry, of course not, I was just a little distracted."

"Oh God, you're as bad as Anya!"

Buffy was unsure what he was referring to but was very insulted 
nonetheless. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Sex on the brain. Unless I'm very much mistaken Ms. Rosenberg has 
just entered the room and any coherent thoughts you might have had 
about my predicament have flown out the window."

"How did you?I mean, no, that's not what happened."
"Did Willow come in or not?"

"Yes" said Buffy, grudgingly.

"I rest my case."

"No, no, the case is still very active. I am nothing like Anya!"  
Willow, now dressed in a nightshirt, looked up at this statement and 
shook her head vehemently, confirming that Buffy was in fact nothing 
like Anya.

"No? Well how come you didn't notice that I've been reciting Mary 
had a little lamb for the past 5 minutes?"

"I told you. I was distracted."

"By lust."

"By love, there's a difference."

"Are you implying that what Anya and I have isn't love?"

"I don't know, is it?"

Willow was very intrigued by the one side of the conversation she was 
hearing. She had heard the word distracted mentioned on a few 
occasions and assumed it was referring to her. She decided to have 
herself a little fun.

"When was the last time you had a conversation with her?" Buffy was 
saying when she noticed that Willow was approaching her, a dangerous 
look in her eye. Buffy watched Willow walk to the bed and climb on 
behind her. Buffy's breath was coming in short, quick gasps as she 
anticipated Willow's next move. She forced herself to listen to 
Xander; after all, a Slayer should be able to remain focused at all 
times.

"Oh, coz I'm sure that you and Willow do nothing but sit around and 
have intellectually stimulating conversations over coffee."

"Stimulating, definitely" said Buffy, trying to ignore the warm 
breeze caressing her ear as Willow gently blew across it. She felt 
her hair being moved to one side to expose her neck. She gasped 
involuntarily as soft lips made contact with smooth skin. Gentle 
hands slid down her sides, barely touching them until they came to 
rest, clasped on her bare midriff. She felt herself being pulled 
backwards; moulding into the curves that waited there. When teeth 
lightly nipped her shoulder she couldn't help but mutter "Oh yeah."

"WHAT!?!" Buffy was shaken out of her stupor.  

"Sorry, Xand, what were you saying?"

"I was saying `WHAT!?!' because you just agreed to a foursome with me 
and Anya."

"I did not!" Buffy was indignant. " I didn't hear what you were 
saying. I was ?"

"Distracted, I know."

Willow had had enough of sharing Buffy's attention with Xander, even 
if she was getting the lion's share of it. She took the phone out of 
Buffy's hand and said, in her best secretary voice,

"I'm sorry, Miss Summers is occupied at the moment. In fact she'll 
be tied up for the next few hours. I'll have her get back to you 
when she has less on her mind. Thank you for calling." And hung up.

Buffy looked at her. "Tied up?"

"Figure of speech"

"Too bad." She smiled. "Xander won't be happy."

"I think we gave him enough fantasy material for one night. Besides, 
you looked like you needed a distraction."

"You can distract me any time."

Willow grinned. "Then let's get down to some serious distracting!"

And those were the last words spoken for some time in a certain room 
in Stevenson Hall. Both occupants were very happily distracted for 
the rest of the night.

THE END