Re: Fic: Red Skies at Morning (part 1/?) W/B NC17

[Keith Robinson <darkarchangeluk@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

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--- TheBear! <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote: > Title: 
Red skies at morning
> 
> Author: The Bear
> 
> Rating: NC-17 (is there anything else?)
> 
> Pairing: Buffy/Willow (later parts may add
> Giles/Other)
> 
> Disclaimer: They're not Mine, they never were. I
> didn't create them; I
> just released them from the ridiculous restraints of
> cannon. I mean,
> Come on! In what dimension is every boy and girl
> who sees Willow *Not*
> fawning all over her- falling at her feet, begging
> for a scrap of her
> attention?! An 'F' in Willow indeed! Xander should
> be expelled for his
> incredible shortsightedness!
> 
> Summary: Willow realizes she is in love. Will
> Buffy get a clue?
> 
> Author's note: This part isn't kinky, but you know
> me! It's virtually
> guaranteed to get there eventually!
> 
> AU Warning: I'll deal with it more explicitly
> within the storyline in
> later parts, but suffice it to say that Oz never
> made a significant
> (romantic) impact on Willow's life.
> 
> ***
> 
> Part 1
> 
> Willow sat in Buffy's bed, clutching a cross and
> vial of holy water
> tightly to her chest. She hadn't been all that
> attached to her fish,
> but finding them dead and strung together like
> Christmas lights in an
> envelope on her bed hadn't been a big barrel of
> laughs, either. She was
> wigged. Beyond wigged. In order to keep her mind
> off of the image of
> Angelus in her room, doing terrible things to her
> while she slept, she
> tried talking.
> 
> She said, "I just wanted to thank you, you know- for
> having me over;
> what with it being a school night and all." 
> Mentally she chastised
> herself, "Oh, smooth, Rosenberg; that'll impress
> her. 'Hello! Can we
> say inane?'"
> 
> Truth be told, one of the things Willow most wanted
> to do in her life
> was impress Buffy Summers. Somehow, someway. 
> Though she would never
> admit it to anyone; she barely admitted it to
> herself even; Willow had a
> major crush on the blonde slayer. 
> 
> She had finally found someone to excise her
> unrequited love for Xander
> Harris. It was just too bad that her new obsession
> happened to be a.) a
> girl, and b.) the chosen one- savior of the world-
> "Jeez, maybe just a
> little out of my league?" she thought. And, oh
> yeah! Let's not forget
> c.) totally in love with a 240 year old vampire! If
> there was an
> opposite end to the spectrum of 'shy, innocent
> little girl Willow;' it
> would be 'Big, bad, very not a girl, Vampire Angel.'
> 
> Now, she was to spend the night in the bed of said
> crush, hiding from
> big, bad Angelus- Angel's evil twin. She was pretty
> sure she would get
> no sleep tonight.
> 
> ***
> 
> Buffy was having her own problems. Her body was
> acting weird. Like,
> for instance, how when Will called her and told her
> what Angelus had
> done, she had felt intense anger at the vampire
> formerly known as Angel.
> But, the anger felt weird- it made her warm and
> sweaty. 
> 
> She had instantly invited Willow to stay the night
> with her- "To protect
> her," she firmly told herself. See! There was that
> too- why did she
> feel the need to justify having Willow come over? 
> What possible other
> response would there have been but to have her best
> friend come spend
> the night in the face of this kind of threat?
> 
> Then, when Willow had gotten there she had
> immediately hugged the
> frightened redhead- they always hugged; they were
> best friends! But
> this time was somehow different. Willow had clung
> to her tightly, not
> letting go for several minutes. Buffy had held her
> tightly to herself
> and whispered a constant stream of reassurances in
> her ear, like "It'll
> be alright now, I'm here Willow," and, "Shhh,
> Buffy'll make it all
> better, I promise!" Neither of them had made any
> move to release one
> another and Buffy found herself thinking how good
> Willow's hair smelled.
> "Hello! Mortal danger here, what the heck are you
> sniffing hair for?"
> her mind had raged.
> 
> When they had finally mutually let go of each other,
> Buffy had
> immediately grabbed Willow's hand and led her
> upstairs, as though Willow
> might have forgotten the way.
> 
> The weirdest thing is that Willow had made no
> comment; she hadn't even
> raised an eyebrow at this strange need to be in
> physical contact.
> 
> Now she was lying in bed, with Willow cuddled up
> against her, and
> running her fingers through the long auburn strands
> of Willow's hair,
> lulling her to sleep. As she surrendered her self
> into Morpheus' arms,
> she heard her self whisper, 'love ya, Will."
> 
> She missed Willow's barely whispered, "I love you,
> too."
> 
> *** 
> 
> Willow was having the best dream. She was sleeping
> in Buffy's arms,
> safe and warm. She could actually smell Buffy's
> skin- the vanilla
> scented body-wash that she liked to use combining
> with her own scent to
> create an aroma that reminded Willow of the smell of
> freshly baked bread
> and the taste of vanilla milkshakes. She could even
> feel the smooth
> skin against her face as she rubbed against it. She
> was startled to
> full wakefulness when the dream girl moaned and
> pulled her closer. 
> 
> Buffy woke at the same moment, finding herself
> clutching the warm,
> sleepy redhead against her body, and smelling- once
> again- the sweet
> strawberry scent of her silky hair, now tousled
> after a night's sleep.
> 
> Willow pushed slightly away, just enough to scoot up
> till they were eye
> to eye. Then she smiled and said "Mmm, g'mornin."
> 
> Buffy couldn't help but return Willow, infectious
> smile. "Morning,
> Will." Looking down, as if just now noticing their
> positions, she
> added, "This is." She raised her eyebrows, trying to
> think of the right
> word.
> 
> "Nice." Willow supplied without thinking. Suddenly
> she realized the
> magnitude of her possible slip and began to babble,
> "Oh! Is it? Nice, I
> mean? It's not badness is it? It's, uh. we, uh. I
> mean, it's."
> 
> Buffy smiled even wider at her friend's typical
> behavior. "Nice," she
> interjected. Then crinkling her nose in thought,
> she said, "It's just.
> we've never. It's not like we did anything wrong."
> 
> Willow jumped in to agree with that, "No! No
> wrongness 
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"I'm so evil, and skanky, and I think I'm kinda gay." 
-Willow, about her vampire self, in "Dopplegangland"

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