FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch 4 (B/W) (PG-13/NC-17)

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Here's chapter 4. Aptly entitled Pillow Talk. :)

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? 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
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? 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 4 - Pillow Talk (Buffy's POV)


"It's scaring me Giles," I whisper into the phone.

Willow's curled up next to me in bed, silently asleep.

"I realize that Buffy, but I need to know all the details."

"I told you Giles, she was doing this healing thing, drawing energy from the
earth, and then, the next thing I know, she's bleeding to death."

"Is that exactly how it happened?"

"More or less."

"Buffy, are you withholding information for some reason?"

"Maybe, but it's nothing big."

"Buffy," Giles chastises.

"Fine, fine. Willow drew some strength from me, but it wasn't that much."

"She what?"

"Shhh? she's sleeping, remember?"

"This is not good."

"What's not good?" I ask, more worried than ever.

"Drawing strength from someone is okay, unless it's a Slayer."

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious, Buffy."

"Willow's going to die?" I barely whisper.

"No, no."

"Then why'd you say 'dead serious?'"

"Because, Buffy, it's dangerous, especially for a recovering magick addict."

"How so?"

"For one, Willow can barely cope with the power she already has, and now she
has to cope with the borrowed power of a Slayer."

"Borrowed power?"

"Yes Buffy. She's borrowing your Slayer strength, power, speed, you name
it."

"Then why is she bleeding? If she's borrowing my power, shouldn't she be
kicking ass and staking vamps?"

"In theory."

"I don't want theories, Giles, I need facts."

"I realize that Buffy, but you have to understand, most people that have
drawn strength from a Slayer have been evil."

"Willow's not evil," I state defensively.

"I'm not saying she is. What I am saying, is that there are few reliable
accounts of people drawing on a Slayer's strength."

"What do you have then?"

"Not much right now, but if you give me some time, I can try to find out
more."

"How much time?"

"I can't be sure, Buffy. I promise to call you back as soon as I find
anything useful."

"Fine."

"But you have to promise me one thing, Buffy."

"What's that?"

"You cannot allow Willow to draw on your power any more."

"Why not?"

"Because we don't know what we're dealing with."

"But that's how she healed. If she didn't draw on my power, she'd be dead
now."

"I hardly think so."

"You hardly think so? Did you see the blood, Giles?"

"No, but?"

"But nothing," I cut him off.

"Buffy, please. Willow drawing on your power, may be the reason she's
bleeding."

"How? I thought it was supposed to make her stronger."

"Like I said, her powers may be clashing with yours."

"I just can't let her bleed."

"You don't have to, just make sure you take care of her normally, and it
should stop."

"What if it doesn't?"

"It will, Buffy," Giles assures me. "She was healing fine, until she
borrowed your power, correct?"

"Yeah."

"So she should be able to heal on her own without it. It just might take
longer than you like."

"Fine, fine, I won't let her draw on me. Just get me that info ASAP."

"Of course. I'll call you back soon."

"You better," I reply before putting the phone down.

I look down at the sweet, sleeping face of my best friend, snuggled softly
against my chest. I'm surprised she didn't wake up when I raised my voice.

She looks so happy asleep. I run a hand through her silky red hair,
smoothing it out over her bare neck.

Her head rises and falls with my chest, as I breathe. She's made me her
pillow. I wonder if that's how she slept with Tara.

I smile at the thought. They were great together. I wish I could have
something like that some day, someone to hold at night. Someone to love.
Someone to make my pillow.

Why did Giles say it was okay to draw from someone, unless it was a Slayer?
If she drew from someone else, I'm pretty sure they'd die from the pain.

I mean, I can barely bear the pain without screaming, and I've got Slayer
strength, so how could it be okay for someone else?

Definitely gonna ask him the next time I talk to him. Maybe I should call
now. I reach for the phone, but reluctantly pull my hand away.

He'll call, he'll call. I remind myself.

Right now, I need to take care of Willow.

I wrap my arms around her slender body and pull her closer. I can feel the
warmth of her body permeate mine, it's like I'm draining her of her body
heat, only she's still warm.

This must've been how Tara felt when she held her at night. I think I
understand why Tara loved her so much. She's easy to love.

So soft and sweet, smart and funny. Who wouldn't love her?

An attractive lesbian, if I do say so myself. I smile. Not that she needs
to be a lesbian to be attractive, or isn't attractive because she's a
lesbian, I babble.

I wonder if this is what goes on in her head. Babble-fest 24/7. I tend to
do it too. I guess that's why we became best friends. So we could vocalize
our babbling to someone else who babbled.

"Buffy?" Willow questions, rubbing her eyes.

"Will?" I breathe, caught off guard by her waking.

"Where am I?" Willow looks up at me with expectant eyes.

"It's okay, Will," I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "we're in my
room."

Willow looks around at my room before looking up at me again.

"This is your mom's," Willow states matter-of-factly.

"Was," I correct.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Buffy. I forgot," Willow apologizes.

"It's okay, Will." I rub a hand up and down her back. "Just rest."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Too tired."

I laugh. "Too tired?"

"Yup."

"How can you be too tired to rest?"

"Haven't you ever slept in too long?"

"Nope. Any sleep I can get, is not enough."

"Well, us normal people, can sleep too much, and be tired because of it."

"Then I don't wanna be normal." I smile.

"Buffy." Willow says more seriously.

"What is it Will?"

"I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused."

"You're not causing it Will."

"How do you know?"

"I called Giles, and he thinks he knows what's going on."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"Buffy." Willow pouts, and I know I've lost.

"Okay, okay," I put my hands up in defeat. "He said that you can't draw on
my strength anymore."

"Is that what he thinks is causing this?"

"Yup."

"Why? How?"

"I don't know, Will. He said he'll call back as soon as he finds out
anything useful."

Willow casts her eyes down dejectedly.

"Hey," I place my hand behind her head and gently make eye contact with her
again, "We'll get to the bottom of this, I promise."

Willow's frown turns into a smile, and I can't help but lean down and place
a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, Will."

"I love you too, Buffy."

We're both smiling now.

"So, how much longer do you intend to use me as a pillow, Ms. I'm too tired
to rest?" I tease.

"I dunno, now that you put it that way, I just might have to rest all day,"
She smirks.

"And why would that be?"

"Buffy pillow is extra soft," Willow says, emphasizing her words by
snuggling into my chest.

The feel of her cheek rubbing against my thin tank-top over my breasts sends
shudders throughout my body.

"You? you? like that? do? you?" I stutter.

"I am a lesbian, you know." Willow smiles mischievously .

"Really? I? just thought? you appreciated? the female-form."

"That is what lesbians do."

"Right. They do, do that." I blush, hotter than ever. What's happening to
me?

"Do you know what else we do?" Willow asks teasingly, as she looks up at me,
her chin firmly planted against the curve of my breasts.

"What?" I gulp.

"Stuff," Willow answers succinctly.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, you know?"

"What know?"

"Well, I am in your bed." Willow looks up innocently.

Oh God, what's going on. A spell, that must be it. We're under a spell.
That's the only explanation.

"Will? I?"

"Gotcha," She smirks.

"Oh," I exhale.

"Did I getcha good?"

"Yeah, you got me good," I admit.

"Sorry if I scared ya."

"Don't be. And you didn't scare me," I deny vehemently.

"Really? So that wasn't you burning a crimson red just now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, so if I were to?" Willow reaches up and lightly strokes the back of her
hand along the length of my arm, "do this. It wouldn't bother you?"

"Nope." I swallow.

"And how about this?" Willow slides up my body and places a soft, moist kiss
on my bare shoulder.

"Nope." I somehow manage to answer, my body doing twice the normal
temperature.

"And this?" Willow asks, as she places a tender kiss against my throat.

A low guttural moan escapes my lips.

"Oh my God!" I hear Dawn scream, bringing me back to reality.

Willow quickly rolls off my body and is clutching the blanket against her
body, stealing most of it, leaving me nothing to cover up.

Clad only in my tank-top and sweatpants, I feel completely naked. Not that
I don't walk around in them, it's just now, under the circumstances?

"Dawnie, it's not what you think," I squeak, trying to grab back some of the
covers.

"I did not just see that. I did not just see that," Dawn repeats to
herself, while covering her eyes with her hands.

"Buffy's right, it's not what you think," Willow speaks up.

"So, you two weren't making out like lust-bunnies?" Dawn questions, still
unable to look at us.

"We were just playing," I argue, knowing that it sounds bad as soon as the
words leave my mouth.

"What? Tonsil-hockey?"

"Dawnie," I chastise. "Did you actually see us kissing?"

"Totally. Willow was kissing your throat and you were moaning. God I can't
believe I just said that."

I need to find a hole. I can't believe Dawn heard me moan. God, if Dawn
heard it, then Willow must've too. And if she didn't, she knows now.

"Dawnie, I was? just? teasing your? sister," Willow stutters. "You know,
just to get her worked up?"

Oh God, now Will's putting her foot in her mouth too.

"Worked up?" Dawn screams.

"Okay, that didn't come out right," Willow whispers to me.

"Dawnie," I manage to say. "Why are you so? angry?"

"I'm not angry. It's just weird walking into a room, and seeing my sister
about to pounce on my best friend."

"Hey, I was not pouncing, and technically Will was on top."

"Eww."

"I'm your best friend?" Willow asks.

"Well, yeah," Dawn answers. "I mean, you took care of me, when, you know?
And we were like a family.

"We were a family," Willow states positively.

The room suddenly falls silent, and I watch as Dawn finally brings herself
to look at us, and I can see the pain and love in the room all at once.

"We can be a family," I say, breaking the silence.

"Really?" Dawn asks hopefully.

"Do you want to be a family?" I turn to Willow.

"We already are," Willow answers.

Next thing I know, Dawn's pouncing on us and it's another hugfest.


To be continued.