This is my fanfic...No spoliers that i know of...Changing relationships (1/?)

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Title: Changing Relationships part (1/?)
Author: Krystal (lassidhe@xxxxxxx)
Disclaimer: All Characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I sadly 
own nothing.
Summary: Buffy thinks of Willow as maybe more than a friend
Spoilers: I don't think I’ve I used any but if I did everything is fair game 
Distribution: Buffy want Willow; otherwise please E-mail me
Author's note: I'm not sure where this is going. I’ve been thinkingof this 
story for a little while. It's so not done yet but I’d like feedback. This is 
my very first fan fiction, actually this is the first time I’ve written 
anything so please let me know if I should keep going or just keep it to 
myself. This is a romantic fiction with the main characters being Buffy and 
Willow. If you don’t want to read this kind of stuff please don’t. Also in 
this Fic Faith never went rouge. She and Buffy are friends, sort of.
Rating: NC-17 ... this will contain sex, thoughts of sex and some violence










Buffy looked at the clock next to her bed. The red numbers read 4:30. She 
rolled over, groaning. "Might as well get up and take a shower," she thought 
to herself. Buffy walked across her dorm room into the private bathroom. She 
paused, looking at the tub. "Maybe a bath instead." She stretched hands above 
her head, taking a deep breath. She climbed into the white tub. Turning on 
the tap, she felt hot water pour over her as the tub began to fill. She 
leaned back, careful not to get her hair wet. She felt the muscles in her 
back and necks begin to relax. She knew her back was one giant knot. " I 
could blame it on slaying," she mumbled, but she knew it wasn't fighting that 
made her body knot like this. It was that damn dream. As she soaked, Buffy 
let her mind return to the dream, turning it over, picking it apart, and 
examining it from all angles. She was in a room. It was pitch black. Her 
senses stretched out searching for something, someone. She isn't afraid of 
being there alone. She feels someone slip behind her. She doesn't turn, I 
know this person she thinks to herself. The scent of soap and perfume floats 
over her, wrapping around her, becoming the only thing she can focus on. 
There is something familiar about it. A hand moves to her shoulder. She feels 
it drift down her back, like a caress, slowly coming to rest on the curve of 
her back. She leans into the body behind her, feeling at peace. Taking a deep 
breath, Buffy starts to turn only to be stopped by a pair of lips that 
flutter over the sensitive skin of her neck. She feels their tongue dart out 
moistening a small patch of skin behind her ear. She shivers. The tongue is 
quickly replaced by lips again. Lips that travel down her neck and up again, 
switching from one side to another. Her breath hitches as they nip her 
earlobe, slowly sucking it between their teeth, tongue soothing the bitten 
flesh. Their breath becomes as unsteady as Buffy’s. She feels the warm air 
brush against her neck as they breathe out. She shivers in response. She need 
to turn, need to touch, needs to lick and suckle, need to make their knees 
buckle like hers were threatening to do. Buffy spins around and stops still. 
In front of her is Willow. Willow her best friend and dorm mate. Willow. She 
looks into Willow's green eyes, takes a deep breath and leans in to take a 
kiss. As their lips meet, Buffy wakes up. Every night for two weeks, same 
dream, same ending. "This can't continue," she thought to herself. I need to 
talk to someone about this, but who?