Fic: The Glue That Makes Us Sticky (1/2)

["Heather Sinclair" <viceverza1@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: The Glue That Makes Us Sticky (Sequel to Broken Willow) 
Author: Heather Sinclair (Heather@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)
Rating: PG-13 first part, NC-17 second part
Pairing: B/W
Feedback: You are kidding aren't you...I live on feedback
Archive: Anyone who wants it can take it. Just tell me where it goes
Spoilers: Discussions With Dead People 
Disclaimer: Joss owns the character's etc. Blah Blah Blah
Summary: Willow returns home after the incident at the library and 
is telling Buffy what happened.
Author Notes: Okay, I got a lot of reaction from the "Broken Willow" 
(Thank you all, By the way) so I am writing a sequel in two parts. I 
don't want to promise a lot more since I have a habit of writing way 
too involved plots and this is just, in my mind, a 
little 'realistic' way Joss can introduce Buffy to a little Willow 
lovin'. So go ahead Joss ... you can use it ... really



"Buffy can I borrow your red crop ... uh oh."

I held a finger to my lips for Dawn to shut her trap. Willow hadn't 
gotten much sleep last night. Not for the reasons you think. We just 
kissed ... well for the most part.

I slowly slipped my arm out from under her and rose from the bed. 
After shooing Dawn out of the room I followed soon after and closed 
the door.

"What is it with your inability to date someone normal?"

I smacked her on the back of the head as we went downstairs.

"We aren't dating, Dawn."

"Just sex then, huh."

She ducked away from my attempt at another smack. 

"We did not have sex." I sighed. "She didn't want to be alone after 
last night."

Dawn nodded as she snagged a bagel from the bread box. 

"So that's why her hand was on your ..."

"Dawn!"

She shrugged. "Look I don't care if you switched teams, just don't 
tell anyone at school about it. I have a hard enough time with you 
being my sister ..."

It was useless.

"Anyone home?"

Xander.

"Holy twisted tornados, Batman. What happened here?"

I looked out to the entryway and motioned him to the kitchen. "We're 
in here."

He sauntered back. "Is everyone okay? What happened last night?"

Dawn put her bagel down. "Mom came for a visit, a demon ghosty thing 
wrecked the house, Buffy staked a vamp, Willow got a visit from that 
psychotic chick that killed herself ..."

"Psychic, and she had heart failure she didn't kill herself." I 
corrected.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, psychic chic is all 
channeling Tara 'cept it isn't Tara. It was the thing that's gonna 
eat us from below ... oh and Buffy's gay."

This may very well be the first time that I have ever seen Xander 
speechless. "I'm not gay!"

He looked back and forth between Dawn and I several times. Dawn just 
chewed her food, trying to give Xander a toothy smile.

He started to say something but it just came out, "Joyce, Tara, gay?"

Dawn nodded. "Don't forget about the demon ghosty thing that trashed 
the house."

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "School, ride, now."

My evil sister laughed. "We'll work on three syllable words later, 
bye Buffy."

I just growled. "Bye, twerp."

Xander followed her out of the kitchen then turned around and stuck 
his head back in. "Gay?"

My arm shot out, finger extended. "School!"

He nodded and ran after Dawn.

***************
I sat the tray on the unoccupied side of the bed, loaded down with 
Capt. Crunch, orange juice, unburned toast with jelly and a daisy 
that I got from the back yard. Hey, who says I can't be domesticated 
when I want?

Well I could shake her and wake her up that way or ...

"Nnnnnn."

I leaned in closer and flicked her ear with my tongue. "Oh, Willow 
that was soooo good. Can we do it again?" I whispered with as much 
raw sex in my voice as I could; which in retrospect was not such a 
good idea. 

Her head came flying up and connected with mine. I was sure there was 
an audible clunk echoing around the room.

"Owww!" We both groaned.

Well not so much me. Heck I got hit across the head with an ivory 
statuette last night by a psychiatric vampire with an attitude. A 
little bonk with my best friend shouldn't have hurt as much ... uh, 
let me rephrase that. 

Willow's lower lip was pouting out while she rubbed her head. I was 
waiting for her to connect the dots: my bed, breakfast, sexy voice 
waking her up in a suggestive way. It didn't happen right away, but 
once the throbbing went down I think it finally hit her.

"Buffy ... did ... did we?"

The look on my face was precious, I'm sure. "Huh? Did we what?"

The tension fell from her shoulders. "Oh good, I must have 
dreamed ..." 

I didn't let her finish her sentence. Instead I covered her mouth 
with mine. She froze. My eyes were closed, but I could tell from her 
body language that she was wide eyed and waiting for the truck with 
the bright lights to run her down.

My tongue ran the outline of her lips, coaxing them open slowly with 
its unending tenacity. Finally she yielded and we shared our first 
morning kiss. Soft and treasured, I heard her moan in my mouth.

I pulled back slowly breaking something that felt so incredibly right 
it scared me. Willow's eyes were still closed as I watched her take 
in the last sensations of what we just shared.

"Buffy," she said with her eyes still closed, "did I ever tell you 
that I was a morning person?"

I don't remember that.

"Wil, you're just as hard to get up as I am; totally useless until 
your first cup of ... oh."

Her hand came around grasping firmly at the back of my neck; pulling 
me down again to her waiting lips. I let her guide me down and take 
the more aggressive role. But first ...

"Wil."

She stopped running her tongue along my jaw and looked at me.

"Oh, Buffy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean. I thought ..."

I smiled and put my fingers to her lips. 

"Willow. I want to, but I need you to show me. I've never ... "

She half smiled half smirked. "Does this mean we can't use the 
eggbeater?"

(Continued in the next part)