FIC: First Date :: (1/2) :: PG-13

["Shannon" <lusty_wrong_feelings@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Disclaimer: Joss'. Not mine. Grr. I'd make 'em happy.
Rating: PG
Summary: Willow's POV. It's her and Buffy's first date...
Setting: Well, I don't know what season, exactly. But Buffy's living 
at her house,a nd Willow's living at her house.
Spoilers: Not for Buffy, but a few for the movie "Legally Blonde".

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I'm not like this usually. Really, I'm not. I'm usually a pretty 
together girl. But tonight is special. Special to me and Buffy. It's 
our first date. It's the day we're gonna tell the world that we're in 
love. 

Four months ago, the first person we told was Xander. And don't give 
me that look. I know what you're thinking. "Oh yeah, give the hormone-
driven 20-year-old boy the fantasy to end all fantasies. His two 
girlie pals doin' the wacky." 

Well, no. 'Cause he's my best friend. Our best friend. Yes, Buffy and 
I are a 'we' now. Anyway, that's why we told him first. 

Or maybe the fact that he caught us making out behind the stacks. 
Whichever rings your bell.

Then we told Giles. And I tell you, he nearly broke his glasses from 
cleaning them so much. I can't imagine why.

So now we're telling the world. Well, not in a 'telling' way, just in 
a 'putting ourselves out there' way. 'Cause I'm not one for yelling 
from the tops of buildings, and I don't think Buffy is either.

And I can't believe how scared I am. It's just a movie. And dinner. 
Watch something, then eat something.

Wait. That came out wrong. We're seeing 'Legally Blonde'. Then we're 
going to a restaurant. But the way Buffy's been looking at me 
lately... I don't think we're gonna make it to the restaurant.

We haven't done anything yet. Well, anything further than a few heavy 
make-out sessions that Buffy stopped before they went too far. That 
was so annoying. I'd just get into it, and bam! Clothes back in 
place. She said it was because she didn't want me to do anything 
before I was ready... but I'm a big girl. And I can't go two seconds 
without thinking about her, or what it would be like to sleep with 
her.

So that's what I'm gonna do tonight. I'm gonna have sex.

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Okay, I look good. Sort of.

Okay, no. I look ridiculous. I'm just not a make-up girl, or a 
looking-pretty kind of girl. I'm quite happy to sit around in an old 
t-shirt and overalls. But tonight I wanna look special. 

Okay, that ringing sound is really annoying. What the hell... oh, the 
phone. Get it together, Willow.

"Hell-Hello?"

"Hey Will."

Buffy! ... is calling. Why is she calling? Oh God, she can't come!

"Willow?"

"Huh? Oh, hi!"

"Hi... you zoned for a second. You back?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good. Um, I have bad news."

I knew it.

"Um... I can't find a skirt that matches my top."

Myabe I'm a little anxious. I can't help it! It's just... Buffy. 
She's what I've wanted for so long, and now I've got her, I feel like 
I'm gonna screw up.

"Okay, Buffy... if you let me come over a little earlier, I'll help 
you pick out some clothes if you make me look half decent."

"Will, you always look half decent. Hell, you look better than half 
decent! Three-quarters, at least!"

I could practically hear her grinning, which made me grin. "Do we 
have a deal?"

"We got a deal. I love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up the phone, with that grin still plastered across my face. 
Honestly, I think my face is going to break someday from smiling 
about Buffy too much. 

Not a bad way to go.

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It only took half an hour for us to get ready. Well, maybe a bit 
more. A hour, maybe. And a half. But only a half an hour of that was 
actual 'getting ready'! The rest... was other stuff.

What?

Don't look at me like that.

Is it my fault that Buffy gave me that look? You know the look. That 
sneaky "I'm gonna get lucky" look. I know that look!

The movie was good. Great, in fact. Reese Witherspoon is... well, 
what can I say. She's gorgeous. And Buffy kept saying she'd seen that 
bitchy girl somewhere else before. Although I can't imagine where. 
What, does she shop at the local Wal-Mart or something? 

And the restaurant we're in right now is fabulous. It's going to cost 
a fortune. But it's all worth it. She's all worth it.

"Madam...s?"

Hey! That was rude. I was thinking. Stupid dumb waiter guy.

"Are you two ladies ready to order"

Buffy looks over her menu, then nearly causes me to choke.

"Do you have pizza?"

I tried not to laugh. I really did. Didn't work.

Oops. Now Buffy's glaring at me.

"Baby, it's a restaurant, not a pizza place. We order Chicken Kiev, 
and things like that." For a moment she looks baffled, and I just 
want to kiss her. But I don't want the waiter to die of a heart-
attack.

"Okay. I'll have one of those Kiev things." She looks at me as if to 
say 'Happy?', and I just smile.

"I'll have fillet mignon, without gravy please." The waiter nooded 
and jotted it down on his little pad. Those are cute little things. I 
want one.

"Would either of you like some wine?"

"Actually, we're both under--"

"We'd love some!" 

"What kind?"

"Uhm..." Buffy tosses a glance at the menu, as I gape at her. "White 
Burgundy, please."

I continue to gape at Buffy as the waiter walks away.

"Buffy!" She looks at me innocently, and I sigh, and decide to change 
the subject. I'm not gona win with that. "So, what did you think of 
the movie?" She grins, and I can tell this was a good idea. "Ohhh, it 
was great! But, oh, it was sad, too. When Paulette was stuttering at 
her ex-husbands door? But then she got her dog back! And that guy 
that the movie said Elle ended up with... he looked like the 
professor from Dawson's Creek! You know, the one Joey kissed."

My eyes widen. I knew he looked like someone! "Oh, I know! But I'm 
not sure if it was him. I think I heard somewhere that he was the guy 
from Charlie's Angels that Cameron Diaz went out with." Buffy's eyes 
seem to sparkle in realisation and I giggle. "And the end was so 
sweet. I can't believe she made valedictorian. That would never 
happen."

She smiles at me. "Well, yeah Will. That's why they call 'em movies, 
and not documentaries." 

In typical 3rd gade fashion, I pout and stick my tongue out at her, 
and she laughs at me.

"Ahem." I jump, and look up to find that irritable waiter holding a 
bucket of ice with the wine sitting in it, and two crystal wine 
flutes. He sets the bucket in the middle of the table, with a single 
red rose that I'd never noticed before. He uncorks the bottle, and I 
gaze at the steam that seems to be coming from the bottle, as he 
pours it into our two glasses, then sets the bottle back in the ice 
bucket.

"Oh, thank you." He doesn't seem to register that I'd said anything, 
and walks off back toward the kitchen. I glance at Buffy, and she 
shrugs and picks up her lass, sampling it.

"Oh, I'm a good wine-chooser! Taste that Will, it's great!" She 
giggles. "And bubbly!" I look at her, praying to the high heavens 
that she doesn't get drunk. 

I take a sip, and despite myself, I smile. "It is good.." I say, 
uncertainly. She smiles at me, and takes my hand in hers, rubbing 
circles over the back of it with her thumb. I sigh, and she grins, 
obviously happy with herself. I sense someone behind me, and turn 
around to see that waiter again. He has really bad timing.

"Your dinner, ladies." He sets a delicious plate of steak in front of 
me, and a seasoned chicken in front of Buffy, who looks at it 
uncertainly, and I feel the need to contain my laughter again. He 
walks off again, this time before I can even utter a syllable. I 
start eating, and watch Buffy curiously as she pokes at the chicken 
with her fork. "Will," she begins, "Does this taste okay?" I smile, 
still supressing that laughter. "Buffy, it's beautiful. Just like 
you." She looks at me, and grins. "Well then it better taste 
good. 'Cause if it doesn't, I'm gonna take offense to that." She 
pokes her tongue out at me and takes a bite.

"So, what's the verdict?" She pretends to think, then gives me her 
answer.

"Tastes like chicken."

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That was an expensive dinner. All up, it came to $47, which we 
eventually split because we couldn't decide who was going to pay. And 
now we're at Buffy's house, sitting on her couch. Just sitting.

Oh, this is fun...

TBC (I know, I'm evil. *EG*)