Re: ~Buffy*Wants*Willow~Short fic

["sochankitsune <annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>" <annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

> (Sorry, folks, but between you and naked Willow... :p)

You're too easily pleased, Dan!

*g*

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Buffy woke up slowly. It'd been a good dream, full of fun and 
mischief with a semi-naked Willow and a small hairbrush.
She yawned languorously and observed the attentive class watching 
her.
"Where were we?"
A forest of hands shot up.
"Susan?"
Susan 'Don't call me Sue!' Taylor blushed with pride at having been 
chosen. "We were discussing the relative merits of the XH-46 Long 
Range Crossbow, Miss!"
"We were? Relative to what?"
Susan bit her lips. "Um, we never found out. You fell asleep again, 
Miss."
Buffy nodded. Sounded about right. "Can anyone tell me the merits 
are, relative to, say, a wooden stake?" She held up Mr. Pointy as 
Exhibit A.
More hands.
"Depends on how close the target is to you, I s'pose."
"Quite right. Remember, a crossbow is only useful if you're more 
than five feet away from your target. And if your target isn't 
looking, or is maybe too slow to catch the bolt out of the air."
"Miss?" David Johnson raised his hand, and at Buffy's nod, "what 
should we use if the target *is* capable of pulling bolts out of the 
air? Or just has really hard skin?"
"Good question," Buffy praised as she pretended not to notice the 
class's affixiation with her cleavage. Well, most of the class's. 
Susan seemed more interested in the slightly-damp Mr. Pointy she was 
pressing against her lips. "There was this one time we had to fight 
this big blue demon, and he had some really tough skin. But Xander 
got me a rocket launcher and we used that instead."
"Mr. Harris?" Michelle squealed. "He's so dreamy!"
Buffy shook her head. "You have issues, girl. You'd better go see 
Miss Rosenberg for counselling after class. In fact, I'll come with 
you. I see we've been neglecting some of your training lately."
"Aw!" A sigh of disappointment rose from the rest of the class who 
wouldn't be going to a counselling session.
The bell rang.
"And don't forget to bring a localised weapon of mass destruction 
with you tomorrow," Buffy prompted. "And now, its another hour of 
Physical Exertion with Mr. Harris!"
"Physical Torture more like," Daniel muttered to David. Then, more 
loudly as he walked past Buffy, "Miss Summers, when is Mr. Giles 
coming back?"
Buffy frowned. "Next week, I believe." She threw Daniel a coy 
smile. "I miss him too. he reminds me of Santa Claus. Anyway... 
Michelle, come with me."

*

Willow looked down at her watch as she ascended the steps that led 
to the Sunnydale Academy for Watchers and Slayer Selects. She was 
going to be fashionably late again! She giggled. Perhaps Buffy would 
give her a suitable punishment. Or two.
She hoped it'd be at least two...