The ABC's of Love (Snippet and Challenge)

[JDMeans@xxxxxxx]

Hey pals and gals!

I was roaming the ever-popular fanfiction.net site today and I found 
something interesting in one story, an ABC story.

An ABC story is essentially a snippet, composed of 26 sentences, each 
sentence starting with a consecutive letter of the alphabet; the first 
sentence starts with 'A', the second with 'B', and so on. Just for kicks and 
grins, I decided to tackle that concept myself, and hereby challenge my 
fellow bards to try it. You don't necessarily have to start with the letter 
A, incidently, you can start with any letter of the alphabet. Just make sure 
that after the 'Z' sentence, you start over with 'A', and finish with 26 
sentences over all.

The complete challenge is as follows; One ABC snippet, like the one I'm 
sending, with a Buffy/Willow theme. It can be friendly, romantic or just 
plain sexy. Let the games begin!

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Disclaimers; I don't own them, Joss owns them.

Rating; R

Archives; What the hey? Just let me know!

Feedback; Bring it on! JDMeans@xxxxxxx

Summary; Xander finds Buffy and Willow together. And I mean Together!



The ABC's of Love.
by Kirayoshi


"And how's that?" she asked me as I felt the fire coursing through my naked 
body everywhere her fingers touched me.

"Better than any electric back massager," I cooed with absolute pleasure 
under my lover's gentle ministrations.

"C'mon, Buffy, are you ever gonna get off my case about that?" she 
complained, as her hands suddenly stopped working their magic on my back.

"Did I say you could stop that?" I asked as I craned my neck around to see 
her sitting on my ass, as naked as I was.

"Easy, Buffy," she grinned hugely, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, 
"I'm just getting warmed up." For a moment I thought I heard her growl at me, 
as the mischief in her eyes was replaced by pure passion. Grabbing her waist 
in my arms, I lifted myself up to her, and claimed her lips with my own, 
tasting her desire and wanting more.

"HOLY..." 

I am going to kill Xander. Just like that. Kill him.

"Lover," Willow whispered in my ear as I grabbed the blanket on our bed to 
cover us up, "I think we're out of the closet."

"Maybe if we ignore him," I suggested, "he'll go away."

"Not likely," Xander glared at us as we hastily donned our pajamas from under 
the blankets. "Okay, I'm cool with the idea of Willow being gay, no big, but 
Buffy, I never would have guessed!" 

"Please, don't talk right now, just get out of here and let us get dressed!" 

Quietly, he closed the door behind him, and we started to put on our clothes, 
making sure we looked at least presentable before facing our friend. 
Reluctantly, I opened the door, ushering Willow ahead of me, and we went 
downstairs to face Xander, praying that he'd understand.

Standing beside the sofa, he nodded calmly at us as we sat down, and then 
took the chair beside us. "There's only one thing I can think of saying 
now," Xander said plainly, "and that's whatever happens with the two of you, 
I'm there for you. Understandably, this is gonna take some time for me to get 
used to, but I'm your friend, and always will be."

Willow turned to her longtime friend, and I could see the watery smile on her 
face as she nodded her thanks. Xander smiled at us with understanding, then 
his expression turned into a smirk.

"Y'know," he suggested, "we could set up a webcam in your room, and..."

Zooming past Willow's head, my throw pillow landed squarely on Xander's face.

FIN


"Once, years ago, I saved the life of a wise old priest. 
Grateful, he made a gift to me of these few precious words: 
If you find yourself on a cliffside, trapped, 
with a hungry tiger waiting above 
and a hungry tiger waiting below, 
and by chance you spy a single strawberry 
growing from the cliffside... 
pluck the strawberry... 
and bite into it... 
and taste it." 
--Frank Miller 
"Ronin"