FIC: Right In Front of You; Part 11/?

["Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>]

Here's part 11. Enjoy. I hope it isn't too gratuitous. :)

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-CDS


. Title: Right In Front of You; Part 11/?
. Author: Callisto's Dark Side
. Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx
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. Spoilers: All of Season 5, but events take place before some events in
Tough Love.
. Rating: R
. Pairing: W/T & B/W
. Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to the
almighty Joss Whedon and Company, and are only being borrowed for the fun
and enjoyment of us, the super fans.
. Summary: Willow/Tara fic in which the two love birds must manage to deal
with the
consequences of a spell that threatens to tear them apart forever.

Chapter 11

"Try this one on," Buffy handed BuffyBot another top.

BuffyBot obliged and took off the red top she was wearing and tried on the
purple one Buffy had just given her.

Buffy walked around her almost identical robot self, eyeing how the light
fabric of the top hung against BuffyBot's skin, the loose material
accentuating her breasts.

"Not bad," Buffy said, stroking the thin material of the other top she
wanted BuffyBot to try on.

"Thank you," The robot smiled.

"You know, having you around might not be such a bad idea. I mean, other
than the whole you doing the research stuff for us, I can now see how I
really look in these outfits," Buffy handed BuffyBot the tenth top of the
night.

******

"What do you think they're doing in there?" Anya asked, standing next to
the microwave waiting for her popcorn to finish popping.

Willow stood in her kitten jammies and took a sip of her water rather than
answer Anya's question.

"They've been in there for awhile don't you think?"

Willow continued her non-verbalisation.

"What? Not talking to me now?"

Willow walked out of the kitchen and took a seat on the couch.

"Fine, see if I care," Anya said, turning her eyes back to watch the
wonderfully expanding popcorn bag.

******

"Okay, I'm coming!" Buffy shouted, sliding her pyjama pants on and then her
shirt.

Buffy took one last look at BuffyBot lying on her bed, searching through
Giles' books, and then walked out of her room, buttoning her shirt along the
way. Buffy had decided on letting BuffyBot wear her purple top and black
pants, while shoving Anya's French maid's outfit in the closet.

"The popcorn's getting cold you know?" Anya shouted again.

"I know," Buffy almost screamed as she hopped down the last couple of steps
to the floor.

"Oh, you're here," Anya said, picking up the remote control.

Willow sat on one side of the couch while Anya sat on the other. Buffy
plopped herself down in between, noticing Anya had her pink fluffy slippers
on, while Willow's feet were hidden under the blanket she protectively held
up to her chest.

"Hey, gimme," Buffy pulled on Willow's blanket, pulling the Redhead along
with.

"That's my blanket," Willow complained.

"No it's not," Buffy countered.

"Oh yeah," Willow conceded, remembering that her blanket was on Buffy's bed.
"Well, you could as least share some of it," The Hacker pouted.

"Fine," Buffy said in mock disappointment as she let Willow pull back some
of the covers until they were a snugly shoulder-to-shoulder.

"What are we watching?" Buffy asked, turning to the Ex-Demon.

"Xander's favourite movie," Anya smiled, pressing play on the remote
control.

"Why do I have a feeling this will involve panting, sweating and a lot
screaming?" Buffy drawled.

Anya ignored the comment. "Want some popcorn?" Anya asked, bouncing over
towards the Slayer and holding the bowl just above her lap.

"Sure," Buffy put her hand in and grabbed as much as should could, popping
half of it into her mouth, while the other half carelessly fell onto the
blanket.

Anya smiled at Buffy's lack of manners and did the same, sending popcorn
falling onto the couch and carpet.

The black television screen gave way to bright blue letters that read "The
Mistress and Her Maids."

Buffy turned and gave Anya a 'You gotta be kidding me' look, but the
Ex-Demon just grinned happily and ploughed into her popcorn some more.
Willow on the other hand, had half her face buried beneath the blankets, her
eyes just peaking out on top.

The Hacker mentally chastised herself for not paying more attention when
Anya had stuck the tape in the VCR. Her pursuit of ignoring Anya excellence
had made her forget their earlier conversation at Xander's place.

Buffy's eyes travelled over to the flustered Willow, noticing her scary
movie impression. The Slayer shrugged her shoulders and leaned back into
the couch, sliding down as much as possible.

The opening scene began with the apparent Mistress of the Mansion being
waited on by several French maids. Only instead of serving her French
delicacies, the maids brought whipped cream, cherries and chocolate sauce,
along with some champagne to cure their thirst.

One of the maids poured chocolate sauce on the Mistress' shoulder and
seductively licked it off, making Buffy and Willow extremely conscious of
their shoulders touching, only neither of them made any attempt at moving.

The scene continued, with the whipped cream, cherries and champagne being
put to good use.

Anya had managed to finish off the bowl of popcorn before the scene was even
halfway through, causing her to get up and walk to the kitchen.

"Anyone want some water?" Anya asked casually as she walked off, leaving
Buffy and Willow alone on the couch.

"Yes please," Buffy and Willow yelped in unison, the Hacker forgetting she
already had water, not to mention her non-talking with Anya.

The scene continued with the appropriate orgiastic screaming.

Buffy bobbed back-and-forth, half-watching the screen and half-watching
Willow, "Um, so," The Slayer broke the silence between them.

"So," Willow responded, bobbing back-and-forth as well.

"Interesting choice of movie."

"Yeah, interesting choice," Willow agreed.

"Yours?"

Willow blushed furiously, "No, not mine. Anya's. Remember, Anya with the
Xander's favourite."

"Oh, yeah," Buffy blushed.

The two remained silent, hoping Anya would come back soon to relieve some of
the tension. Although, knowing Anya, she'd probably cause more.

"Having fun yet?" Anya smiled, carrying three cups of dripping water and a
new bowl of popcorn.

"Fun? What fun?" Willow stammered.

"Geez, don't get so tense. It was just a question. It's not like I thought
you two would be going at it or anything."

Buffy's eyes widened. For once, she wished she was Cave Slayer again, so
she could bonk people on the head without consequence, specifically Anya.

******

Tara walked out to the fields and found Leanna toiling under the afternoon
sun. The sweat poured off of Leanna's skin as she manually aerated the soil
with nothing more than a pitchfork.

The young Wiccan wore a hat she found lying around Leanna's house and
brought another along with.

Leanna had her back turned, straining against the rough terrain as she
lifted the pitchfork and drove it into the ground one more time. The sun
had reddened the young woman's neck, arms and legs from what Tara could see.

"Leanna," Tara called out.

The fellow Brunette continued aerating the soil, oblivious to her visitor,
lifting the pitchfork once again.

"Leanna!" Tara called out again.

The young woman turned around and used her arm to shade her eyes from the
glaring sun, "Tara?"

"Yeah, it's me. I just thought you could use a hat," Tara walked up and
offered her the hat.

"Thank you," Leanna smiled, wiping her brow with a sweaty arm before putting
it on.

"No problem, I found it lying around."

"That was probably Anna then."

"Yeah, she's a feisty kid."

"So," Leanna shrugged her shoulders, "Are you going to lend a hand or do I
have to beg you?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Here you are doing everything you can to make us
strangers feel comfortable, and I don't even offer to help you around the
house."

"That's okay, I'm use to doing things alone," Leanna lowered her eyes.

"Well, that stops right now. Tell me what to do," Tara grinned.

"Okay," Leanna looked up, "Just grab that extra pitchfork leaning against
the house over there."

Tara's eyes followed Leanna's pointing finger and her legs were soon to
follow. Picking up the pitchfork, Tara walked back to where Leanna was
standing.

"What next?" Tara asked, placing the butt-end of the pitchfork into the
ground.

"Just help me aerate the rest of this soil from here to that post there,"
Leanna pointed to a distant piece of wood stuck into the ground.

"That far?"

"Yup."

"Okay." Tara turned the pitchfork around and jammed it into the rocky
ground, nearly taking off her foot.

"You better be careful with that, you might lose a toe," Leanna warned.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to manual labour," Tara blushed.

******

"Did I please you Mistress?" The Blonde maid asked.

"Oh yessssss," The Mistress purred, "But I have yet to give you your payment
for the week."

The Blonde maid looked down shyly.

"Would you like me to give you your payment now?" The Mistress questioned,
running a finger along the maid's bare arm.

"If you wish," The maid said softly.

"Oh, I wish."

The Mistress then took her maid by the shoulders and kissed her
passionately, the screen fading to black, as the final scene played out.

Anya hit the stop button, bringing up the nightly news.

"So, what'd you think?" Anya asked happily. "Good, wasn't it?"

Buffy and Willow sat drenched in sweat under their shared blanket.

"Yeah, good," The Slayer answered, removing the now sticky blanket. "I just
gotta go to the bathroom for a sec." Buffy upped and left quickly, leaving
Willow still staring at the tv.

Buffy ran up the stairs, stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and
turned on the lights. She reached out to turn on the tap, letting the cold
water wash over her hands, then cupping them together, she splashed the
water onto her face.

Willow sat crossed-legged, the blanket half-covering her body, while Anya
waved a hand in front of her face.

"Hello, you there?" The Ex-Demon asked.

Willow shook her head, "Oh, yeah, all here. Couldn't be more here if I'd
wished otherwise."

"Good. So what'd you think about the movie?"

"The movie?"

"Yeah, the one we just watched?"

"Oh, well, it was interesting, fascinating and overall a good read," Willow
droned.

"A good read? What are you talking about? I didn't see any subtitles."

"I meant it had a good plot."

"Well, yeah, that's what Xander says, but I really don't understand the part
about the two maid's seducing the pizza girl. Shouldn't they have brought
the pizza to the Mistress rather than using it to cover each other's
bodies?"

"Um, true, that woulda made total sense, in a completely unrealistic sort of
way," Willow gulped.

"Thank you. Xander always tells me to stop talking and just watch."

"That's good to know."

"I guess, but you know what I'd like to know?"

"What?"

"Did you and Tara ever do any of that stuff?"

Willow reached out her hand to grab onto the coffee table, unfortunately it
wasn't there and she tumbled to the ground, wrapping herself up like a
carpet-roll in the blanket. "No, never, not a, we'd never, that's just."
Willow stammered while trying to free herself from the suffocating blanket.

"Oh come on, not even once?"

"Well of course we did stuff, just not that kind of stuff?"

"Like what?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not? I won't tell anyone."

"Oh, like when you didn't tell Buffy about me touching you know what, even
though we had an agreement."

"Okay, so I lied. What's the big deal?"

"Deal, the deal is that we had a deal and you broke it. Why would I ever
trust you with anything again? And besides, friends don't ask friends about
what they do with their special friends, it's just weird."

"You mean we're friends?"

"Maybe I was exaggerating on that front, but the general principle still
holds."

"Fine, then maybe you can just nod. Did you ever do this?" Anya diagrammed
the action in the air with her fingers.

"Ah, I can't believe. you're." The Hacker said, closing her eyes.

Just at that moment, Buffy came hopping down the stairs and stopped at the
bottom when she saw Anya's hand gestures and Willow lying half-tangled in
the blanket on the floor.

Anya looked up, "Oh good, Buffy's back."

"Yeah, just in time to catch the shadow puppets," Buffy commented.

Willow turned her head, "It's not what you think. Anya. she. and the."
Willow babbled.

Buffy nodded her head, "Maybe I should get you out of here before Anya
breaks out Xander's second favourite movie."

Willow nodded furiously in agreement as her best friend walked over and
offered her a hand to stand up. Buffy's grip almost slipped on the slick
sweat on Willow's hand, but the Slayer used her other hand to steady the
Hacker as she stood.

"You guys are no fun," Anya pouted.

"I think we've had enough of your version of fun for tonight, and perhaps
for the next fifty years," Buffy drawled, as she followed a flustered Willow
up the stairs.

To be continued.