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

["Shannon" <lusty_wrong_feelings@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Disclaimer: Joss'. Not mine. Grr. I'd make 'em happy.
Rating: PG-13, for sex hinted at.
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, and Willow's living at her house.
Spoilers: Nope

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"So." 

Hey, I started!

Buffy looked over at me nervously. "Yeah?" Okay, so I don't know 
what's supposed to come next.

"Umm... what do you wanna do?" Her eyes widened, and for a second I 
thought she was gonna suggest what I was thinking. No such luck. She 
pointed to the TV. "We could, um, watch?" I nodded and reached for 
the remote at the same time she did, and our hands brushed.

And that should not be weird! I mean, it's not as if our hands have 
never touched before. 'Cause believe me, they have. And not just each 
other's hands. So it's my professional opinion that's she had the 
same goal that I did tonight, and she's nervous as all hell. Which is 
so damn cute.

She retracted her hand and nodded to me, and I smiled. "Wow. Check it 
out, Dawson's Creek." I switched the TV on, and the image of Katie 
Holmes blared onto the screen. She was pretty, but I liked the other 
girl. What was her name... oh, yeah, Audrey. 

I looked over at Buffy, and she suddenly grinned at the screen. When 
I turned my head back, I had to laugh. Audrey was singing, "Son of a 
Preacher Man," while Joey and Pacey were discussing something or 
other, and she wasn't half bad. 

I took a breath, and shuffled a bit closer to Buffy, and turned my 
head to look up at her. She looked back at me, and I saw her pupils 
getting bigger, as she leant down to kiss me. Our mouths met, and I 
sighed into the kiss. I moved my hands up to caress her cheek, and we 
broke the kiss, and allowed our foreheads to touch as we took in 
laboured breaths. "Buffy." She turned to look at me, with need in her 
eyes. "Buffy, are we going to stop this time?" She gently shook her 
head, and kissed me again, as her hands moved beneath my clothing.

I closed my eyes, and let my hands wander to Buffy's collarbone, and 
gently traced the outline. Her fingers clawed at the hem of my shirt, 
and I got the hint. I reluctantly broke our kiss, and lifted my arms, 
allowing her to remove me of it. I got up, and stepped out of my 
jeans, and watched her watch me as I blushed. I joined her back on 
the couch, and moved us into a more comfortable position. "Will," she 
said from beneath me, "Do you wanna do this?" I couldn't help but 
laugh, and she pouted.

I think I need to stop laughing at her. "Buffy, I've wanted this 
since we started dating, but you always stopped it. Tonight, we're 
not going to stop." She seemed to accept this answer, and kissed me 
again, our bodies melding as the sound of Dawson's Creek characters 
singing floated around the room.

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I felt Buffy stir beside me, and I rolled over and 
grinned. "Morning." Buffy opened her eyes sleepily, and smiled at 
me. "Hey, baby." I pulled her into a hug, and sighed. "If I could 
wake up like this every morning, I would be happy." She smiled, and 
nuzzled into my shoulder. "I know. Me too."

I love it when she agrees with me. It's like... everything in my 
world is perfect, because she's with me. "So, did you um, have fun?" 
Her sweet voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and a grin at her. She 
still looks so nervous. "Of course... oh, did you?" I begin to panic; 
I mean it isn't as if I've done this before! "Oh, god yes." She 
quickly pushes those thoughts out of my head, and I relax.

"In fact," she continues, "I was kinda hoping we could, um, do it 
again." She ducks her head, and blushes, and I actually do manage not 
to laugh again. "Oh, really?" She mock-glares at me, and I 
giggle. "Why Ms. Summers, you do have a dirty mind!" She breaks into 
a grin, and pokes me. "Oh, Ms. Rosenberg, I do believe that I didn't 
mention anything dirty, but it was your mind that jumped to 
conclusions."

Oh.

Well then. Maybe I do have a dirty mind. But why wouldn't she want 
to? I guess she senses that I look hurt or something, because she 
touches me lightly on my shoulder. "Hey. I'm just kidding. I, Buffy 
Summers, would love to do the 'wild thing' with you all day."

"Aw, Buffy." I lean down to kiss her, and she rolls on top of me. She 
pauses, and frowns, as if she's forgotten something, then reaches 
behind her to grab the remote.

She smiles at me, gives me a kiss, then turns around and switches the 
TV off.

"Will, do you have ropes of any kind?"

END