RE: FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch 3 (B/W) (PG-13/NC-17)

["TheBear" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Well, I hadn't read the first two, so I had to go back and read them
first, only now I think it would have been better if I didn't. 
Cause, now I want more. Much more, much faster! This was great, a
semblance of closeness forged, Buffy's somewhat silent sacrifice, the
compelling question of what's causing the blood... 
More please, soon!

TheBear!
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Subject: FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch 3 (B/W)
(PG-13/NC-17)

Greetings all.

Here's part 3. Hope ya like.

direct html link: http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/inoyt03.htm

-CDS


. Title: In Need of Your Touch
. Author: Callisto's Dark Side
. Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
. Feedback: Definitely. It can pull me out of a writing slump.
. Distribution: Can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/INOYT.htm
. Spoilers: Up to season 7, episode 3: Same Time, Same Place
. Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
. Pairings: Buffy/Willow all the way
. Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
. Summary: After Buffy lends her strength to Willow to help her heal,
the
two discover that Willow is truly dependent on Buffy's touch.


Chapter 3 - Familiar Feeling (Dawn's POV)


"Toast, scrambled eggs, sunny-side-up eggs, pancakes, and OJ," I say out
loud, making sure I got everything before bringing it upstairs.

I wanna do my part to help Willow get better. Buffy's been at her side
ever
since she started bleeding like crazy.

I just hope this time, that Willow's healed completely. At least,
physically. I don't know how she'll ever get over Tara. Heck, I'm
still
not over her. I don't think I'll ever be, so how could she?

The least I can do is bring Willow up some breakfast, and Buffy too.

I grab the extra large tray off the counter and take it upstairs. The
stairs are tricky, especially when balancing two glasses of OJ. I
probably
should have brought them up separately, but I wanna look like a
superstar.
Yup, Diva Dawn. Of course, I'd never say that out loud. At least, not
when
people are around.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I make it up the stairs. Now I just
have to
make it to Buffy's old room and I'm home free.

The door's wide open, so I'm thankful for that, but Buffy and Willow are
asleep. I can't help but smile when I see Willow curled up next to
Buffy.
A familiar feeling sweeps over me.

I saw this a lot. Only, it was with Tara. I brought Willow and Tara up
breakfast like this all the time. Okay, technically, they brought me up
breakfast most of the time, and I did it like a few, but it happened.

When Buffy was gone, Willow and Tara and I were a family. I just wish I
could feel like that again. Seeing Buffy and Willow curled up together
kinda reminds of that feeling, although I know it could never be,
because
Buffy's all straight.

I giggle as a thought crosses my mind. What if I can convince Buffy
she's a
lesbian?

Yeah right.

I realize I've been standing at the door for quite some time, mostly
because
my arms are burning from holding the tray. I walk over to the dresser
by
the bed and place the tray down. On my way I almost trip over Buffy's
tank-top.

I bend down and pick it up off the floor. I wanna yell at her for
almost
causing me to be a klutz, but she's sleeping, and so is Willow.

Of course, that's when Buffy opens her eyes and sees me holding her
shirt.

"Dawn?" Buffy yawns, wiping her eyes. She wraps the bed-sheets around
her
body, realizing that I'm holding her tank-top. Only Willow's curled up
next
to her, so she has to wrap the sheet tighter around both of them.

"Missing something?" I smirk, as I toss the tank-top in her face.

She pulls the tank-top off her face, flashing me a frown. It makes me
smile.

"What are you." Buffy trails off before she smells the air. Her head
turns
to the tray of food I prepared. "Is that breakfast?"

"Yup."

"But we've already had lunch."

"I know, I just thought it would be nice."

"Thanks, but I don't think Willow will be eating anytime soon, she's
still
sleeping."

That's when Willow opens her eyes and yawns, "Still what?"

"Sleeping," Buffy chastises, before placing a soft kiss on Willow's
forehead.

"It's okay, Buffy, I think I'm napped out," Willow answers.

"You sure?" Buffy checks.

"I'm sure." Willow smiles, like only she can. "Is that a Dawnie
breakfast I
smell?"

"The one and only," I say proudly.

"Smells good." Willows grins.

I grab the tray off the dresser and show off my hard work.

"Now you guys just need to sit up right, so I can place it on the bed."

Buffy's forced to release her death-grip on the sheets, to allow Willow
room
to sit up. When they're both sitting up, I place the tray down on the
bed
in front of them.

"Is there something to place this on?" Buffy asks, awkwardly slipping
the
tank-top back on.

Instantly, the breakfast tray grows wooden legs and sits perfectly on
the
bed.

Buffy and I instinctively look to Willow.

"Did you just?" I squeak out.

"Yeah, I thought it would be easier that way," Willow answers.

A pang of dread shivers down my spine. This is how it started last
time,
just little stuff.

"It's okay, Dawnie. It's not bad magick," Willow assures me.

"How can you tell the difference?" I ask.

"I just can," Willow states assuredly. "That's what I learned in
England.
To tell the difference between good and bad magick."

"So you won't be going all dark magick on us again?" I ask, hopefully.

"Dawn," Buffy chastises.

"It's okay, Buffy. She has a right to be afraid. I tried to." Willow
trails off.

The room falls silent, none of us knowing what to say.

"It's okay," I finally speak up. "I know that wasn't really you, that
wanted to, you know?"

"Thanks." Willow says, searching my eyes.

I feel like she's reading my mind. I think she can do that, but I know
she's not. Really, she's just checking to see if I'm telling the truth.

"You two should eat the food, before it gets cold." I smile, before
turning
on my heel and leaving the room.

******

I skip up the stairs and intend to skip back to Buffy's old room to
check on
Willow, but I catch the sight of Buffy in her new room out of the corner
of
my eye.

"Where's Willow?" I ask.

"She's going to take a shower. I promised to find her something new to
wear," Buffy answers, turning her head to look at the bathroom door in
her
room.

"Oh, so she's alright?"

"Yup, alright as rain, whatever that means."

"I think it's right as rain."

"Hmmm. you're right, but it still doesn't make sense."

"Can I help you pick something out?" I ask, hopefully.

"Be my guest."

I hop into the room and make a beeline for her closet, until a
blood-curdling scream comes from the bathroom.

Buffy's instantly there and I'm right behind her.

For an instant I think Buffy's gonna rip the door off its hinges, but
luckily, Willow didn't lock it. When Buffy opens the door, I see blood;
lots of it, and Willow hunched over the bathtub naked.

My whole body freezes, as Buffy quickly goes to work, swiftly grabbing a
towel off the rack and covering Willow with it. Buffy grabs another
towel
and applies pressure to Willow's stomach. It's the same wound as
before.

Willow's hyperventilating, Buffy's trying to calm her down, and I'm
frozen.

Buffy soothingly runs her hand up and down Willow's back, while
whispering
words of encouragement. I don't what Buffy could say at a moment like
this,
but it seems to work.

In no time, Willow's breathing normally, and only a few minutes later,
Willow's holding onto Buffy for dear life, and magically, the blood is
gone.

"What's causing this?" I manage to squeak out.

"I don't know Dawnie," Buffy answers, "but we'll find out. I promise."

I suddenly break into tears and run forward, throwing my arms around
both of
them. I don't' want anyone else to die.

I just want to feel that familiar feeling again.


To be continued.



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