Re: Repost: On Occasions 03 - Gazebo

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Moving along to Part 4, also in html;

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Willow after I'm done with them, none the worse for wear, but with strange 
satisfied smiles on their faces…

Rating:
NC-17, and I ain't kidding! The song is by the Barenaked Ladies, which will 
be an apt description of Buffy and Willow before the story's end, if you know 
what I mean.

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Summary:
What's the best thing about having a lover's spat? Making up afterward.

On Occasion; In the Park
By Kirayoshi

It's been One Week since you looked at me,
Turned your head to the side and said, "I'm angry."
Five days since you laughed at me,
Said, "Get back together, come back and see me."
Three days since the living room,
You realized it's not my fault but only too soon.
Yesterday you just looked at me,
You said, "It'll still be two days 'til I say I'm sorry."
-Barenaked Ladies
"One Week"


She's on her regular Wetherly Park patrol it happens. Three of them gang up 
on her. Their faces are dark, contoured into hideous grins, eyes yellow, 
claws and fangs bared. Each of them has the strength of ten men, and no 
soul. They gang up on the small blonde girl. One small unassuming blonde.

They don't stand a chance.

She launches herself into a flurry of kicks, punches and jabs. The first one 
who dares to lay hands on her takes a stake to the chest, exploding in a 
cloud of ash instantly.

And I'm hiding behind a tree nearby, with the best view of the show.

Goddess, she's so beautiful in action. Or still. Or smiling at me. Or 
naked, her body responding in convulsions when I sent her over the edge-

Geez, Willow, one-track-mind much?

When did it happen? When did our lives get so complicated? When did I get 
positively addicted to her laugh, to her touch, to her kisses?

Why did she stop talking to me?

I knew the answer to that last one; it's been a week since that situation 
with Spike. One week since Oz and Cordy caught me and Xander kissing. One 
week since Buffy heard about the kiss, and she hadn't spoken to me since.

I have to face her. I have to make this right.

I have to get my Buffy back.

How's this for crazy; I'm more worried about losing Buffy than I was at the 
prospect of losing my boyfriend. Okay, I guess ex-boyfriend's more accurate 
at this point. I didn't go after him after Xander, and judging from his 
reaction, I'd pretty much say it was over.

I kinda regret that, but I'd hate myself more if my kiss cost me Buffy.

I go back to watching Buffy finish the remaining two vampires.  
Buffy-watching. This could be the next great national pastime. Maybe 
replace baseball. At least for me.

She kicks the second vamp hard in the solar plexus (at least I think it was 
the solar plexus. I was never quite sure where the solar plexus was, but the 
way he doubled over in pain, it sure looked like a solar plexus hit), when 
the third one jumps her from behind.
She's too busy concentrating on the vamp, she doesn't even see his partner.  
The third vamp grabs her by the shoulders, restraining her so she can't get 
any leverage. She thrashes around, keeping him from biting her, but I see 
her sweating. She's tiring, and the vamp isn't letting her go.

I'm afraid. She's in trouble, and I don't want to lose her. Not after…

Say it, Wills, not after I fell in love with her.

Hell, not after she and I became lovers.

Yep, that's right, lovers. As in naked, sleeping together (although sleeping 
wasn't our primary activity. Ooh, bad Willow, bad evil Willow!). And now, 
she's being beaten by a vampire. I have to stop the vamp, but how? All I 
can do right now is float a pencil!

Float a pencil.

I pull a pencil out of my purse, place it on the ground in front of me and 
concentrate. The pencil rises slowly, until it's at about chest level.  
Okay, students, let's try something new and exciting. I channel all my 
energy and concentration into the pencil, and into the chest of the vampire 
that was trying to kill my Buffy.

The pencil flies like a bullet, straight into the vamp's chest.

Buffy collapses to the ground and I rushed to her side. "Buffy! Are you 
okay?" 

Buffy scrambles to her feet, trying to shake off my hands as I try to steady 
her. "I'm fine, Wills, just dandy." She looks around, at the remains of the 
three vamps. "What happened to that last one?"

"I happened to him." She looks at me like I'm suddenly turning violet.

"How'd you do that? I mean, thanks, but how?"

"I floated a pencil at him." She looks at me skeptically. I amend that last 
statement; "At high speed." She blinks. Good, I have her attention. "Hey, 
it's pointy, it's made of wood, it fulfills the requirements for being a 
stake, it worked!"

Buffy shakes her head, and makes it to her feet, facing me. "I guess that 
one's a keeper. Thanks Wills." She brushes the vamp dust from her pants, 
totally unaware of the effect this has on me. "I'd better be getting home.  
Mom'll be worried if I don't report in, y'know." She turns away from me, and 
starts for her home.

But I won't let her go that easily. "Buffy!"

I'm surprised by the volume of my voice, and judging from the startled look 
on her face, so's Buffy. "Buffy," I lower my voice, but my resolve face is 
still in full force. "You can't just walk away from me. We need to talk 
about this- this thing between us."

"Thing?" Buffy asked me innocently enough. "I wasn't aware of any 'thing' 
between us. I thought we were totally thing-free here."

Was Buffy trying to hurt me with that statement, or did she just not get what 
I was talking about? I'm going with the latter; less painful that way. "I'm 
talking about us, Buffy. You haven't spoken to me for the last week, ever 
since that run-in with Spike."

"Yeah," Buffy gives me this sour look. She's gonna be a hard sell. "Ever 
since you and Xander swapped spit!"

"Buffy, it wasn't like that!"

"Oh? Your lips were on his, how should I translate that?"

"What about you and Angel?"

She opens her mouth, and shuts it again. Oh yeah, I have her. I move in for 
the kill. "You could have trusted me, you could have told me that he was 
back. But you decided to keep him your little secret."

Buffy rolls her eyes and sighs deeply. "I know. And I'm sorry about that.  
But nothing happened between me and Angel. And nothing's ever gonna happen.  
First, it's too dangerous for us, you know that, curse and all. Second- God, 
I don't even know why I'm doing this! You don't even want to be here, do 
you? Isn't Xander waiting for you?"

I flinch briefly then I regain my composure, not wanting her to see how much 
that last crack hurt. It doesn't work. Lucky me. When she sees me 
flinching her eyes become less angry, her expression less severe. "Oh 
Willow, I'm sorry, that was low. I didn't mean it that way--"

"Shh," I offer my hand to her, and slowly, she accepts. "It's okay. That is 
the real thing that's hanging between us, and you deserve to know the truth." 
I see her hesitate slightly, but I hold her hand tighter. "Please, Buffy.  
I want to tell you."

Buffy looks at me with those warm hazel-blue eyes of hers. Gods she is so 
beautiful!

"Okay, Wills," she answers calmly. "I'm listening."

"Buffy," I start slowly. I don't want to risk saying the wrong words. "I 
guess the main thing was that I was scared. Not of Spike, well not any more 
than I'm usually scared of him, but of me. I mean suddenly I'm making out 
with my best friend, my best female friend, and I wasn't sure how much of a 
freak that made me."

"Willow, you're not--"

"Buffy, please let me finish. I was afraid. I said that, right? Well I 
was. Afraid of doing something that would make you not like me, afraid of 
going too far, or not far enough, afraid of what my parents would think, what 
Xander and the others would think, what Oz would think-- I was afraid. And 
confused, don't forget that one, that's a biggie. I mean, was I gay, or just 
not too picky?

"When Xander and I were alone in the warehouse -- and earlier in the library, 
I guess --" Buffy glares briefly when I mention that moment, but she keeps 
quiet. Thank Goddess! "-- I was trying to deal with those issues. I needed 
to know how much I had changed. I needed to know -- I needed to know if I 
still liked boys. Y'know? And besides, Spike scared us both, a whole lot.  
So those two times, and he leaned in to kiss me -- well, I let him."

I watch Buffy's face intently, searching for any clues that she would blow up 
at me. She stays level, calm, and perhaps a little sympathetic. "I had to, 
Buffy. I had to know if my old childhood crush was still there. I had to 
know how much our time together recently had changed me."

Buffy lowers her eyes, making her expression difficult to read. "So what's 
the verdict, Wills? Did he do anything for you?"

I took her chin in my hand and raise her face to mine. I have to see those 
lovely eyes when I tell her. "Nothing, Buffy. Nothing at all." I smile 
when I see her let go of her breath, when I hear her relieved sigh. "And 
it's not just that I got over him, Buffy. It's because I know now the 
truth." I took her face in my hands. "I love you. Buffy Summers, I'm in 
love with you. There's no other way to say it. If that makes me gay, thenI 
guess that means I'm gay."

It's ten seconds later and I hear no response from Buffy. Maybe it's time 
for me to worry--

"Look Buffy, you don't have to return my love, that's not a problem. I just 
don't want to lose you as a best friend, because that would be bad an-MMPH!"

I would continue on in babble mode, but it's kinda difficult to talk when 
Buffy's luscious lips are affixed to mine. Of course, at this point, who 
cares?

She slowly moves back and looks at me. Her eyes, which were accusing not 
five minutes ago, are now wide with wonder. Her mouth, clenched with anger 
before, is now wide and smiling. "I told you the first reason why it's over 
between me and Angel, because of his curse." She leans in, and I feel her 
breath on my face. Ooh, I am getting so turned on now! "I didn't tell you 
the second reason."

"And what's that?"

Her smile becomes a little more wicked. Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.  
"Because there's someone else now."

"Anyone I know?" I tease her. I know, shameless, but I can't resist.

"Well," she teases back, "she's a bit of a computer nut, she has a 
ten-thousand watt smile and short red hair, and she's standing about two 
inches away from me."

"Hmm, that narrows the field a bit."

"That was your cue to shut up and pucker up, Willow," she growls wolfishly.  
I stop talking and allow her lips to claim me. She's claiming me, taking me, 
making me her own. I let her willingly. I want, more than I've ever wanted 
anything in my life, to be hers.

Her lips are soft on mine, her hands tight around my waist. Her mouth slowly 
opens, her tongue touching the seam between my lips-Knock, knock, Willow, can 
I come in?

Of course you can! I open my mouth and now our tongues are moving, dancing 
against each other, slowly, oh so slowly -- 


"Buffy," I reluctantly break off the kiss (somehow I doubt that my 
suffocating in mid-kiss would be all that romantic a gesture, maybe I'm being 
picky, I dunno…). "If this is gonna lead to where I hope it leads,maybe we 
should head back to my place."

Buffy looks around, and I'm getting the same sense of urgency from her thatI 
feel at this time. I want her, and I sense that she wants me. Knowing that 
is making me hotter than a--well, a really hot thing.

Okay, so I'm a wiccan, not a poet!

"Let's see," she muses, her lips straying on mine as she talks. "Your house 
is. . .six blocks from here . . . too far . . . ooh . . . away . . . and mine 
is three. . . blocks in the other. . . mmmhh. . . direction. . . and Mom's 
home. . ."

"Mmhh. . ." I feel her hands slowly roaming my body. Each touch sends a 
thousand pinpricks through my skin. But here, in the park . . . "Buffy, 
we're a little . . . uhh . . . exposed here."

"Not yet," she grins evilly. "But what a wonderful idea!" She starts to 
unbutton my shirt.

"Buffy!" I swat her hands away, but she keeps at it. "Not here!"

"I want you, Willow," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I want you 
now."

"I want you too, Buffy, but not here!" Man do I want her! My body is hot, 
my nerves are hypersensitive, and my. . .uh. . .Damn, Willow, say it, my 
vagina, yeah, that's it, my vagina's getting wetter by the second. "But out 
here's not good, honey. We could be seen."

"There's the old gazebo," she purrs in my ear. "There's no light there, no 
one will see us. And besides, no one comes out here at this time of night."

"Yeah, no one but the local night life," I add. "Or should I say, un-life?" 
She looks at me, puzzled a little, until my meaning becomes clear. Then the 
light goes on in her eyes.

"You're right," Buffy admits, her shoulders slumping. "But I want you so 
much, Wills."

"Yeah, me too." I look around, afraid that Spike or one of his cronies might 
still be around.

Suddenly, Buffy pulls away from me. "I got an idea, Wills," She takes my hand 
and guides me quickly to the park gazebo. An old weathered wooden structure, 
the gazebo was still used occasionally by small concert bands and jazz groups 
during the summer. But at night, it's a dark, shadowy thing, rickety, unlit, 
foreboding. Give it a few more walls, and it would pass for a haunted house.

She fishes through her purse, and pulls out a small glass bottle. "Holy 
water," she explains. She removes the stopper, and lets the holy water 
dribble out of the bottle in a small stream. She walks around the gazebo, 
using the holy water to outline it, and I smile when I realize what she's 
doing. Any vamp trying to get to the gazebo before the water evaporates, 
it'll be like touching a live wire.  

That's why she's the Slayer.

When she's finished vamp-proofing our little love-nest, Buffy leads me up the 
stairs, and toward the center of the platform. She steps back and looks at 
me. "God, Willow, you just keep getting more beautiful every time I see 
you."

"Thanks," I smile. It's still hard for me to get used to hearing her say 
that. "I guess there's nowhere to go but up."

"Don't ever say that," she whispers emphatically. "You have never been 
anything less than truly beautiful. Here," she kisses my cheek, "here," she 
kisses my lips. "And here," she touches my breasts, which tingle at her 
contact. Her hands start unbuttoning my top again, and this time I don't 
stop her. The cool night air hits my body as my top opens, and my skin 
vibrates as Buffy touches it. I shimmy the top off, breaking the ethereal 
spell, and suddenly Buffy and I are removing our clothes as quickly as 
possible, discarding tops, shoes, jeans, bras and panties onto a haphazard 
pile.

"Make love to me," I plead quietly, gazing at the naked beauty before me.  

"With pleasure," she grins, pure lust on her face. She takes me in her arms, 
and starts nibbling at my ear. "I am going to eat you up, my little pretty." 
Her fingertips brush against my nipples, causing them to harden. "I am going 
to memorize every square inch of your gorgeous body." She caresses my right 
breast, while kissing my throat. My knees buckle, and I have to lower myself 
to the floor. Buffy doesn't let up, and soon I am lying down with Buffy over 
me. Her lips are hot and insistent on mine, and her hands seem to be 
everywhere on my body at once.

"You like that," she purrs. "You like it when I kiss you like this," she 
demonstrates, her mouth fusing itself to my left nipple.

I like that? That's the understatement of the year! Goddess she does that 
so well.

"Oh yeah," I moan, arching my back as Buffy suckles my breast into her mouth. 
"Whatever you're doing, don't stop!"

Buffy lifts her head and winks at me. "Don't worry, babe, I don't plan to."  
She returns her attention to my breast, laving it with her tongue, then 
nipping it with her teeth. I'm lost from that point on. Oh yeah, Buffy, do 
what you want to me…

Oh, no, don't leave my boob now, -Oh! You're starting on my other boob.  
Okay, I can deal. . .oooh, yeah . . .with that. Oh dear, where ya going with 
that hand? Somewhere below the waist, right, oh yes, right there. You want 
my legs a little more apart? I. . .ummmh!. . .can do that, sure. Now what 
are you---?

"Sit up, Willow, I wanna try something." I hear her instructing me, and I 
obey without thinking twice. Or even once. Thinking isn't exactly on my 
list of things to do right now. She positions my body so that my left leg is 
over her right, and her right leg is over my left. What is she--?

She scoochies up to me, positioning her groin against mine. Suddenly it 
makes sense. Oh boy does it ever make sense! Her core is up against mine, 
warm and wet. She starts to rub her body against mine, and every inch of me 
is on fire. Ooh, bad Buffy, bad. . .no, good, good Buffy, incredible, 
fantastic, amazing Buffy! I start rubbing, trying to time my going up to her 
going down, and now we have our legs in this scissors formation, rubbing our 
sexes against each other. Oh my Goddess! Willow Rosenberg, your trip to 
heaven is now picking up speed.

But she's still not done. Her hand finds its way to our juncture, and 
suddenly her hand's inside of me. Oh yeah! Well. . .Buffy, two. . .can 
(UNGH!) play. . .that game! I start to stroke her vaginal hood, inserting my 
thumb against that little nubbin. She gasps. Oh yeah, I made Buffy gasp.  
Go Willow, go Willow. . .

My heart is hammering, my breathing is ragged, and it won't be long now. I 
try to pace myself, listening to Buffy's moans and gasps. I'm about to 
climax, but I'm taking her with me. My vision starts to blur. . .oh yeah, 
this is it! I quicken my pace, rubbing my hand against her faster, and she 
jolts, her body arching suddenly, her head thrown back. Oh yeah, this is the 
big one!

We move as one. . .we moan as one. . .

We come as one. . .

We collapse as one. . .

I don't know how long we lie together, our limbs entangled, our heads against 
each other, and I don't care. Buffy lifts her hand to my mouth, and I start 
suckling it, while offering my hand to Buffy for the same purpose. We taste 
us, the mixture of the both of us on each other's hands. Man that is so 
sexy.

Nothing short of the Master's return would spoil this moment, with the two of 
us just relaxing, reveling in our closeness, our calmed passion, our love.  
Love. Oh what a wonderful word. Love. Used in a sentence, I love Buffy 
with all my heart and soul.

And the sex is pretty incredible too.

"Willow," she murmurs against my shoulder. "We're gonna have to get dressed 
soon."

"Aww," I groan. "Can't we just stay like this forever?"

"Afraid not, Wills," she insists as she pries herself away from me. I don't 
want her to go, so I move back toward her. "Hey, c'mon, find your togs, we 
gotta get out of here before the holy water evaporates. Let's go, chop 
chop."

"Oh, all right," I grumble as we locate our clothes. They got a little 
scattered over the gazebo, but after a mad scramble we manage to get our 
things on and look at least slightly presentable. I think I'm wearing 
Buffy's bra, but then remember she didn't have one on in the first place.

"So," Buffy asks me suddenly, "that thing about you loving me, is that still 
on?"

I grin hugely. "Oh yeah. On and on and on."

"Good," she leans in and kisses my nose. "Because I love you too."  

Well, after a performance like that, I kinda had my suspicions, but just 
hearing the words warms me to my core.  

"Uh, Willow," she looks at me again, and I can see the hunger stirring in her 
eyes. "Are your folks at home tonight?"

"Uh, no," I smile. "Business trip."

"Well," she slinks slowly toward me, her arms are around my waist again. "I 
can't let you go home alone to a big empty house, can I?" Without warning, 
she lets go of me, and winces a bit in slight pain.

"Buffy, are you okay?"

"I'll say this much," she straightens out her back. "The next time we do 
this. . .which I'm hoping will be fifteen or twenty minutes from now. . .a 
mattress had better be involved. Or at least sofa cushions." She kisses me 
again, her lips lingering against mine once more.

"Uh," I start to stammer. She's not the only one who's desire hasn't been 
fully sated. "You think you can control yourself long enough for us to get 
there?"

"Hmm--" she slips her tongue into my mouth for a second. "Maybe. If we 
hurry."

"Race ya there," I'm off like a shot, with Buffy hot on my heels.

Oh yeah, I hate fighting with Buffy. But I love making up with her.  

Or is that just making her?

======== 

He wiped the ashen remains of the newbie vamp who was stalking the Slayer and 
her love off of his duster, and looked at the gazebo as the two girls ran 
off, presumably to continue their activities.

He smiled ruefully; not too long ago, he was the one who shared passion with 
the Slayer. Just the one time. The one terrible, wonderful time that cost 
him his soul and her the lives of good friends. One moment of madness, for 
which Jenny and Kendra paid the forfeit.

Angel turned away from the gazebo. He was no voyeur; he didn't seek out to 
stalk Buffy and Willow, to witness their lovemaking. But her scent was 
pungent in the air that night, and its siren song still had power over him.

When he saw her with Willow, he ducked away. Very clever, Buffy, marking 
your territory with holy water. He was able to ignore their passion for the 
duration, save for a few screams toward the end. He feared that the entire 
vampire population of Sunnydale might have heard them.

Fortunately, only a few vamps, all newbies, were within earshot. Easy enough 
for Angel to deal with while Buffy was…otherwise occupied. Humph, nice 
diplomatic turn of phrase there, Angel.

As the two newfound lovers left for a more sheltered rendezvous point, he 
smiled. He had always seen something in Buffy's eyes when she was with 
Willow. And now she knew what Angel had always suspected, that the shy young 
witch was a better match for Buffy than he had ever been.

Be happy, Buffy. And know that I'll always be there to defend you. Both of 
you.

He left for his mansion, and for the first time in over a century, enjoyed a 
peaceful rest.