FIC: Girls Interrupted (1/2)

["Angelina " <angelina2006@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

TITLE: Girls Interrupted
AUTHOR: Angelina 
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. 
SUMMARY: Buffy and Willow are having trouble finding somewhere to?do 
stuff.
SPOILERS: None really, set quite near the beginning of Season 3 and 
doesn't fit in with the time line at all.
DISTRIBUTION ? You want it? It's yours, just drop me an e-mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All feedback welcome. "Mochas?" "Yes please!" This 
popped into my head when I was trying to write the end of my other 
story. Don't know where it came from at all. Plus, I wanted to 
write a story with Faith in it and I'm bloody determined she's going 
to make an appearance in this one!

The door to Buffy's room burst open and two bodies almost fell in.  
The blonde somehow managed to keep herself and the redhead upright, 
but what was really impressive was that she did it without breaking 
the rather heated kiss they were sharing. They made their way to the 
bed, stumbling a bit as they were still tangled in one another's 
arms.  

"Are you sure your Mom won't be home soon?" asked Willow 
breathlessly, undoing the buttons on Buffy's shirt.

"Positive, she always works late on Mondays," Buffy said, in between 
kisses. She had removed Willow's jacket and had moved on to her 
belt. After removing most of the outer layers of clothing the 
impatient lovers fell onto the bed. This was mostly because Willow's 
trousers had become caught around her ankles making upright movement 
somewhat tricky. But they made the most of their new-found 
horizontal position. Buffy crawled on top of Willow and kissed a 
trail from her mouth, down her throat and onto her collarbone. She 
had just started to remove Willow's red silk bra with her teeth when 
she heard the door opening?

"Buffy how about Burger King for din?Oh my God!!" Joyce exclaimed at 
the sight of her scantily clad daughter straddling an even less clad 
Willow.

"Mom!" Buffy squeaked, grabbing a pillow to cover herself and jumping 
off the bed, leaving Willow feeling extremely exposed and mortified 
beyond words. Willow tried to climb under the sheets but was again 
impeded by the trousers twisted around her ankles and succeeded only 
in falling off the bed. She decided to remain on the floor for the 
time being. Buffy was trying desperately to think of something to 
say. Joyce was avoiding looking at either of them so when she spoke 
it was directed at the wall.

"Can I see you both in the kitchen please? After you're dressed that 
is." And with that she closed the door and headed downstairs. Willow 
peered at Buffy over the edge of the bed.

"I can never be in the same room as your mother again."

"Didn't you hear what she just said? She wants us downstairs now." 
Buffy said while searching for her elusive shirt.

"I can't Buffy, I'm too embarrassed."

"And I'm not? She's my mother!"

Willow knew deep down that there was no way in hell she was going to 
be able to avoid the lecture so she reluctantly stood up and got 
dressed.


In the kitchen Joyce was finishing off a glass of schnapps when they 
entered. Both girls kept their eyes on the floor and made sure there 
was at least a foot of air between their bodies at all times.

"OK, obviously this is awkward," said Joyce, Queen of the 
understatement, "And I know that you've been seeing each other for 
quite a while now so I didn't really expect you not to be sleeping 
together," [It was a contest to see who could turn the most red] "But 
no parent likes to think of their kids having sex, especially when 
they're still in high school"[Willow was in the lead by miles] "So 
I'm going to have to ask you to respect my rules and that means no 
sex under my roof OK?" Both girls nodded meekly, hoping to God that 
the `talk' had come to an end. No such luck. "I did think that 
maybe you'd err on the side of caution Buffy, considering what 
happened to the last person you?you?"

"Mom," Buffy felt an intervention was called for here. "I really 
didn't think that Willow was a prime candidate to be under a gypsy 
curse ? and I was right! And we did err on the side of caution, we 
waited ages before we did it for the first?"

"OK OK I don't need to know the specifics" said Joyce reaching for 
the schnapps bottle again. "Just remember what I said." The girls 
took this to mean that their ordeal was over and left the room as 
quickly as possible.


At the door Buffy and Willow tried to come up with alternative 
arrangements for their little rendezvous.

"Your place?"

"My grandparents are visiting ? both sets ? so there's pretty much no 
privacy in my house at the moment," said Willow apologetically. As a 
thinking aid they indulged in a little kissing. This did nothing to 
calm their raging libidos. Willow thought she'd better leave before 
she ripped Buffy's clothes off right then and there on the doorstep.  
Plus she didn't want Buffy's mother to catch them at it again. The 
last thing she wanted was to be the cause of the poor woman becoming 
an alcoholic.  

"I'll think of something" Buffy promised, "I'll come by your house 
around 8."

"I can't wait" said Willow seductively, kissing Buffy long and hard 
one last time before leaving.


At 8 o' clock on the dot Willow heard a car horn and looked out of 
the window to see a smiling Buffy sitting at the wheel of her 
mother's car. Some of Willow's anticipation died at the prospect of 
getting into any moving vehicle being driven by Buffy. But she 
reassured herself with the thought that Sunnydale wasn't large enough 
to require a long drive to get anywhere. She ran up the path and 
jumped in the passenger seat. Buffy leaned across to kiss her but 
Willow dodged it and Buffy ended up with a mouthful of hair.

"Wha?"

"My Grandma's watching from the window ? she has a heart condition."

"Oh, OK." Buffy smiled and waved at the old lady. She shifted the 
gear lever, stepped on the accelerator and the car started moving?
backwards.  

"Oops!" she said grinning. Willow managed a weak smile while 
reaching for her seatbelt and grabbing hold of the handgrips.

"How did you convince you mom to give you this after the last time?" 
asked Willow nervously, after Buffy had managed to manoeuvre the car 
out of her street, narrowly avoiding three parked cars and a very 
scared pedestrian.

"No need for convincing. She was asleep so I just left her a note." 
Buffy made drinking gestures with her hand and rolled her eyes which 
Willow really wished she'd keep on the road. "Plus, I heard that 
chicks really dig cars."

"That sounds like something Xander would say." Willow said, closing 
her eyes as yet another obstacle loomed into view. "Anyway, I'd dig 
you even if you only had a skateboard." 

"Awwww, you're so cute when you flatter me."


Five minutes and many more near misses later, Buffy pulled into a 
notorious make-out stop. Willow managed to get her breathing and 
heart rate under control and after a while she even let go of the 
handles she'd been clinging onto for dear life.

"You look kind of tense Will. Let's see if there's anything I can do 
about that."

"You really know how to show a girl a good time don't you?"

"Are you complaining?" 

"No"

"Good, now c'mere."

For a few blissful minutes they kissed. But very soon their bodies 
cried out for more contact ? the parking brake was really getting in 
the way. Buffy started to climb over as Willow lowered the reclining 
seat. Not the height of romance perhaps, but beggars can't be 
choosers. It was made even less romantic when Buffy got her foot 
stuck in the spokes of the steering-wheel. In her less than delicate 
attempts to free it she somehow managed to press the horn. It sent 
out a blast that startled a number of the occupants of the other 
cars ? leading to a few bitten lips and some other damaged body ?
parts. When Buffy eventually freed her foot, and after Willow had 
stopped laughing, they picked up where they had left off that 
afternoon.  

They didn't get very far before a knock on the window broke into 
their little cocoon of happiness. They looked up to see a grinning 
Xander signalling for them to wind down the window. With a sigh 
Willow put the seat back into an upright position while an irate, and 
very frustrated slayer put the window down.

"Hey guys, fancy meeting you here!"

"Fancy." Buffy muttered. Willow was trying to calm her a little by 
rubbing her lower back but to no avail.

"Listen, uh, Cordy kind of left me here so I was wondering if I could 
get a lift home with you?"

"Why'd she leave you here?" asked Willow.

"Oh, you know how touchy she is?and I might have mentioned something 
about cellulite?"

"I'm amazed that she left you in tact." said Buffy.

"Yeah, me too, and as I was saying a ride would be?.oh, wait a 
minute, did I interrupt you?"

"No Xander, we were here doing our homework." Said Buffy dryly.

"Right, right, well I could uh?I'll wait out here until you're 
finished." And he turned his back and leaned against the outside of 
the car, whistling the William Tell overture. As much as they were 
gagging for it, the thought of getting up to anything with Xander 
less than a foot away put something of a dampner on the proceedings.  
A clearly unhappy Buffy climbed off Willow's lap and back into the 
driver's seat. Willow knocked on the window and told Xander to get 
in.

The car journey on the way home was a little strange. Buffy didn't 
speak at all. Willow was slightly relieved at this, it meant that 
all of her concentration was on the road. Xander seemed oblivious to 
the fact that as he babbled on about Cordelia's orange peel thighs, 
the two in the front of the car were plotting his demise.  

They dropped Xander off at the earliest opportunity. Then Buffy 
realised it was time for her to go on patrol. Suddenly her eyes lit 
up. She had an idea. 

TBC - Will the girls ever get to have some alone time? Plus, Faith 
at long last!!!