FIC: Meet Her At The Love Parade

["hd_genscher" <HD.Genscher@xxxxxx>]

TITLE: Meet Her At The Love Parade
AUTHOR: HD_Genscher (hd.genscher@xxxxxx)
RATING: PG
PAIRING: B/W
SPOILERS: none
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al.
ARCHIVE: Do whatever you feel right. Just let me know.
FEEDBACK: Please.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an experimental story. There are no vampires,
Sunnydale, Giles or Xander. Just Buffy and Willow. At the Love Parade.

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MEET HER AT THE LOVE PARADE


On July 10th, 1999, Berlin was a lucky capital. 
The sun was shining brightly, there were almost no clouds in the sky,
and the streets were full of happy ravers from all over Europe. 

It was a beautiful summer day.

It was Love Parade Day.

That term had a special meaning ever since some 2,000 ravers had
danced through the streets of then still divided Berlin back in 1989.
Since then, the number of participants had constantly grown, reaching
record levels at last year's Love Parade.

And all predictions agreed that there would be a new record this time.

There was. The weather had attracted people from literally everywhere,
and there were about 1,500,000 million young people dancing in the
streets of the German capital, demonstrating for love, peace and
happiness. 

At least officially it was a demonstration. In fact, it was the
biggest open-air Techno party in the world.

None of this mattered to DJ Willow Rosenberg at that moment. She had
made history: she was the youngest person ever to DJ at the Love
Parade. She had carefully prepared her DJ set the night before. It had
been a great honor to be on one of the floats, but now she didn't even
really notice the people around her.

She only had eyes for the gorgeous blonde dancing right in front of
her turntable desk. She was wearing silver hot pants, emphasizing her
endless legs, and a white top with "Buffy" written in red letters
across her chest, emphasizing her marvelous body. Willow didn't know
her. To be on one of the floats was almost impossible if you didn't
have connections.
And Willow had never seen this girl in "her" club where she resided,
and which also sponsored the float.

But that didn't really matter, either. All that mattered was
"Buffy"--as she had chosen to call her, not knowing her real name. She
was a goddess! The blonde was dancing and raving to the beat--her
beat. Her hair was golden, reflecting the sun as she tossed her head.
That girl was definitely hot!

Willow's mind started to drift.
In the beginning, there was sound. And the sound was converted into
elevations and deepenings on the record, which were scanned by the
needle that generated electric impulses that were amplified and
emitted by the speakers, thus becoming sound again... and she was
babbling.

Willow realized she was in control of that girl. She was controlling
the beats, and so she controlled her gorgeous body. She could take it
slow or speed it up--and the blonde would move her body to her beats.
Having that power over Buffy really turned her on.
She decided to speed it up--just a bit. She put on a new record,
lowered the needle onto it, adjusted the record's position carefully
until the beats matched and cross-faded to the other turntable. 

Buffy reacted instantly, adjusting her motions to the new sound,
throwing her hands up in the air. 'She likes it,' Willow thought. 

Suddenly, it happened. The unimaginable, unthinkable.

Buffy looked up, straight into her green eyes. And smiled.

Willow felt the world fade around her. The beats were slowing down,
the sound around her faded. Reality seemed to narrow down to just her
and... her. Her motions, and those of the thousands around her, seemed
to stop.

A kind of silence fell. 

And then she heard a new beat. Slow. Steady.

It almost seemed as if the only sound in the world was her own
heartbeat. Then it was joined by a second one, matching hers.

She smiled back at the blonde, locking her eyes with the big hazel
ones of Buffy.
And there it was: contact!

In a trance, she put down her headset and stepped down to the upper
deck of the float. She closed the distance to the blonde girl. Buffy
took her hands into hers, still smiling.
Time stretched infinitely as their lips met, teasingly first, but
devouring soon and full of desire. Her lips were soft and sweet and
tasted of cherry.

Time stopped. One and a half million people were standing still. The
city was standing still, while their tongues moved in a passionate
dance. Finally, they had to break their kiss to give in to their
bodies' need for air.

All of a sudden, the world was coming back again. The roaring bass,
the pounding beats. All the happy people around them, dancing. 

And yet, Willow saw the world through different eyes now. Because once
you fell for Buffy, you stayed fallen.

Especially when meeting her at the Love Parade.


THE END