Fic: Beautiful (1/1)

["Hill, Cheryl" <cheryl.hill@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

TITLE: Beautiful (1/1)
Author: Cheryl
Email: cheryl.hill@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Rating: UK15
Pairing: B/W
Spoilers: None that I know of
Disclaimer: Buffy & Willow don't belong to me <sob> They belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, UPN etc
Feedback: Pretty please (flames are welcome)
Distribution: If you really want it (I have no idea why you would <G>)then
go ahead but please tell me where it's going.
Authors Note: <> = thoughts

Are you sitting comfortably? Then i'll begin..... <G>

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Willow lay in bed, propped up on her elbow, looking down on the face of the
woman she loved. Gazing from her beautiful closed eyes, to her beautiful
nose, to her beautiful mouth... In fact the redhead couldn't think of any
thing about Buffy that wasn't beautiful.
"Beautiful Buffy" Willow whispered lazily, deciding that was the only way to
describe the sleeping blonde beside her. She absentmindedly played with a
'naughty' strand of hair that had decided to venture onto Buffys forehead.
Willow gently stroked it back into place with the rest <Stay!>

At Willows' touch, Buffy stirred in her sleep, mumbled something and
snuggled closer to Willow. The feel of Buffys bare skin against her own made
her go all tingly. Especially Buffys warm breath flowing past her nipple.
She imagined Buffys' tongue peeping out from between her sensuous lips and
flicking against it, then taking it into her mouth and sucking gently.
Willow was brought back to reality by her own moan. A quick look at Buffy
confirmed that the slayer was still sound asleep. 

Willow thanked the goddess again for allowing them to come together. It
seemed they'd been together a lot longer than one night, it felt as though
it had been forever but it was true. Buffy had found the courage to voice
her love for her. She had spent forever trying to write a poem that
reflected her feelings, one that did Willow justice. Willow tried to
remember the words.

You are my friend, my anchor.
You are my reason through the anger.
You are my strength, my sword.
You are my life, my world.
You are my heart and my soul.
You are the one that makes me whole.
You are my peace, a gift from above.
You are my soulmate, my one true love.

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Buffy had tried her best to make it rhyme but it wouldn't have mattered to
Willow one way or the other. She had felt the love that Buffy had put into
the poem. She knew from the way she spoke the words that every single word
was straight from her heart. Someone had once said that 'words without
feeling are empty and hollow but add feelings to words and nothing is more
powerful'.
After the poem Willow had been speechless. Buffy automatically thought it
was because she was either too appalled to say anything or she hadn't made
her point clear enough. So she had continued. This time with words that
weren't written down on paper.

"Willow, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you... You are
more important to me than anything else on this Earth. You make my time on
this Earth bearable; I have only lasted this long because of you. You are
the light that guides my way through life and it always shines before me,
calling me to follow it... to follow you..." Buffy halted mid sentence "Oh
Goddess, I sound like a stalker." She looked at Willow expectantly, suddenly
losing all will to speak as she looked into those green eyes.

At first Willow was sure she was dreaming and as Buffy finished her tirade
of love she had pinched herself several times just to make sure she was
awake. After 'ouching' several times she looked at Buffy and given her her
best megawatt smile which the slayer had returned, in Willows' opinion, with
a far brighter smile. 
After Buffys heartfelt confession of love Willow couldn't come up with any
words to say that could possibly do Buffys words justice. So she did the
only thing she could, she reached forward and took the slayers face in her
hands and gently brought Buffys face towards her own. Their lips met and in
that one kiss she felt so much emotion that it seemed to overload her
senses. The kiss seemed to go on for an eternity until both were in
desperate need for air but neither one wanted to be the first to break their
contact. As air became a definite issue they both broke the kiss, together.
There had been a brief moment of pleasant silence as each looked into the
eyes of the other, neither of them knew what to say but it didn't seem to
matter. 

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Willow sighed contentedly and resumed her new favourite pastime - Buffy
Watching. She did look angelic when she slept. <A sexy little Cherub...Where
did that thought come from?> The last thing she was was a chubby little
child dressed in a scrap of cloth, although the 'cloth' part did hold
potential. <Me Willow, you Jane...er Buffy LOL Hmmmm I'll lock that one away
for future reference.>

The End

Let me know what you think. Any and all comments welcome.
Cheryl




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