Repost: Feather Roads04- Talking The Talk

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We walk the roads that fate lays before us. More often than we'd like that
path is strewn with blades and teeth. Shadows with claws that try to gut us
from within, most of us struggle foward, over, under, through all these
obsticles hoping, even in the face of all evidence, that we'll be stronger for
it.

On occasion, through mercy, or mayhaps the whim of Gods needing
entertainment, allow Fate's way to be softened. Cool breezes flow over our
skin, all the living things around seem to speak to us and our existance is
not only possible but worthwhile. The road is soft and comfortable and we can
rest as we journy onward, wounds heal, blood stops and strength returns..just
so we can face the next shadowy terror with a far too wide, sharp, grin just
around the corner.

On occasion we're gifted with Feather Roads. This is theirs.


Feather Roads
Talking the Talk


"Give me the remote." I say. 

"No." Buffy smiles holding it away from me. With her other hand she dips into
the bowl of chips and munches a handful.

"Give me the remote!" I say again, I try and use my 'resolve' face to add
power to the command but her smile, and slow wink makes me giggle instead.
This is just no fair.

"Please Buffy, give me the remote." Puppy dog eyes, that'll do the trick.

"No go babe. I got the Anti-Puppy factor going for me." She smirks.

"That being what?" I say with a pout. 

"I have your feet." She says and her grip slams around my ankles. 

"Oohh no no no no no no no no!" I beg..in vain. I know where this is going
and I love every second of it.

Nonchalantly she puts the remote down, still safely out of reach.

"Why what do we have here?" She says with a fake look of surprise. "Helpless
and defenseless Willow feet!" 

	
"No no no no no no no please Buffy..no no no no.." I'm still begging. She's
too good at this.

"We all know what happens to unprotected Willow Feet don't we?" She asks with
a lecherous grin.

"No no no no please no no no oh Goddess save your..." I'm interupted by
Buffy's truimphant shout of "TICKLE MONSTER!"

And I can't say anything for the next few minutes.

	
It takes me about ten minutes to regain my composure..er..catch my breath..

"Please can I have the remote?" I ask quietly.

"Sorry lover." Buffy quips. She's sat back on her end of the sofa, eating
another handful of chips, "But it's my house, so my rules..I grew up watching
this show and I want to re-live some of the good old days. So there." And she
sticks her tounge out at me.

"But..but..but.." I stammer. "Betwiched? I mean..that show is so..insulting
to witches and..and..that nose thing? I mean..who believes that..and all this
matter just popping in and out. And Samantha's mother, what self-respecting
witch in her right mind would dress like that? I absolutly adore you Buffy and
knowning tonight we'll be making mad passionate love does make me feel all
warm and tingly but if you actaully try and make me watch this whole
'Bewitched' marathon I'm gonna-"

"Uh..Hi! Mom!" Buffy says loudly.

"Wish the Earth will swallow me up right this very second." I squeak.

Please be kidding, please be kidding, please be kidding, please be
kidding...I look at Buffy. Back ramrod straight, eyes big and wide, mouth kind
of slack..oh..this is so not good.

Turn the head..slowly..slowly..don't want to be all panicky if she's faking,
she'll think she got me, I'm not going to let her get me,
and..and..if..she..oh big time trouble no..if she isn't faking I have
too..have too..look..oh..oh oh oh...no.

"H-hi..Mrs...ah..Summers." I stammer out. 

Then fall out of the sofa.



"Willow?" I hear.

"Willow? Can you hear me?" Don't think I recognise the voice. Mmm..sleepy.

"Mom, give me some room." Hi Buffy..what are you doing in my dream?

"Buffy, what was that Willow was saying..making..."

"Not now Mom, later. I promise..just let me get Willow on the sofa."

"Here, put this blanket on top of her. I'll get some water." Ah..now I
recognise that voice..that's Buffy's mom, Joyce. She's nice though she did
have rather bad timing coming back home unexpectedly just when I was telling
Buffy about how..

I sit bolt upright.

"IwasjustkiddingMrsSummersIswearwhateveryouheardwaswrong!" I blurt out.

"Shhh..." Buffy's on her knees beside me. Stroking my hair..it's nice... I
can feel my heart hammering really loudly, but still her hand feels nice. I
lean into the touch.

"Oh..oh that was scary." I say to Buffy, closing my eyes. "I dreamed your
mother came home and..."

"Here's the water and..oh..Willow. You're awake. Are you alright dear?"

Eep.


"YesImquiteallrightMrsSummersthanksforaskingBuffyitsbeenfunbutIreallyreallyreallythinkIhavetogonow!"


Panic!

Panic!
Panic!
Panic!

Panic!

"No, you better stay here Willow." Mrs. Summers says sitting next to me. "You
did just suffer a fainting spell after all."
	
Her smile is warm and friendly but her eyes are really serious. What I can
see of them, I'm not exactly looking her in the face as my chin is trying to
merge with my breastbone.

Panic!
Panic!
Panic!
Panic!
Panic!
Panic!
Panic!

"Buffy..what was that Willow was saying as I came in the room?" Mrs Summers
asks. I can't really tell how she's looking. My fingers are very, very
intresting right now.

I hear Buffy sigh. I know that sigh it's the, 'Okay here we go this shouldbe
a real bucket of laughs.' sigh.

"Yes mom, Willow and I are lovers, yes mom I'm sure, no mom I havn't tried
not being in love with her, yes mom I'm going to stick with her, yes mom we
should have told you, yes mom I'm sorry but we were scared. I'm sorry." Buffy
says in one breath. 

I try real hard not to giggle.

"Oh." Mrs. Summers says. I glance at her. She's still sitting next to me,
looks relaxed enough, she's not looking at either me, or Buffy, just..off into
space. 

"Mom?" Buffy asks.

Mrs. Summers doesn't say anything.

"Mom?" Buffy asks again.

Still nothing.

"Did..did..we break her?" I ask quietly.

"I..don't think so." Buffy leans foward. "Mom, this is the part where you
smile and say 'Whatever makes you happy dear.' right? You're not going to go
homophobe on us are you?" Buffy waves her hand in her mother's face a few
times.

Mrs. Summers snaps back. "Are you really sure Buffy? Lord knows I
experimented in College when.."

I give a loud yelp and pull the blankets over my head, stick my fingers inmy
ears and loudly begin to hum 'These Boots are Made For Walking' as loudly as I
can. Doesn't work.

"Mom!" Buffy interupts her. "If you never, ever finish that sentence I swear
I'll not bring up the band candy incident ever again!"

"I was going to say with dope Buffy." I peek my head out from under the
blanket.

"You tried marijina Mrs. Summers?" I ask hesitantly.

She smiles at me. She still looks a little serious but nowhere near 'crush
little jewish girl who you just discovered has been having sex with your only
daughter' class homicidal.


It's the quiet ones, I remind myself..gotta watch out for the quiet ones.

"Once Willow." That was enough. She looks at the two of us with that 'mom'
look that somehow they learn from..somebody.

"I take it..." She says slowly. "This was not a one time thing."

"About a year mom." Buffy easily replies. How can she be so relaxed? If my
parents find out they'll have me excommunicated! No..wait..we're Jewish we
don't do that..well..it'll be bad.

"And...you love Willow, is that correct?" Joyce asks her daughter.

"Do you..." Buffy replies. She seems to be thinking. "Do you remember whatI
told you about Angelus mom? About two years ago?"

Slowly Mrs Summers nods. Where is Buffy going with this?

"Let me put it like this then." Buffy says. "If I had had to do to Willow,
what I had to do to Angel, I would not have gotten on the bus leaving
Sunnydale. 

What?

"Buffy, I'm afraid I don't.." Mrs. Summers begins.

"I would have let it run over me." Buffy finishes.

Aww..what a sweet thing to say..oh..wait..no it isn't..well..maybe I
mean..but..suicide..that's bad..but feeling so strongly so..that's good
and..uh...mmm..

"Ah." Mrs. Summers says. She's using that tone of voice that parents use when
they want to appear 'wise'. "I see." She pauses, eyebrows creasing. "I
think."

"I love Willow mom." Buffy says very matter-of-factly, taking my hand. "Nuff
said."

"And..you..Willow..you love Buffy?" She turns to me.

Ohmygoshshe'slookingrightatmeandI'mgonnadie!!Helphelphelpehelphelp!

"Yeah!" I say loudly. I'm sure I'm waring some manical grin.
"She's..she's..Buffy's..ah..sweet..really sweet..and no..that didn't come out
right I mean she's very, very, nice and I love her a lot can I go to the
bathroom please?" 

"Do you have too?" Mrs. Summers asks very quietly, using that Wise voice
again.

"NotreallybutIthinkI'mgoingtocombustI'msoembarrssed!" I squeak. 

Mrs Joyce pats me on the head. Hey! I'm no kid I'm in college, I'm an adult,
I'm mature, I'm..I'm..not hyperventilating anymore. Neat!

"Nothing to be that embarrssed over Willow." Mrs. Summers says quietly.
"Okay, so it was kind of akward. Myself walking in at just the wrong time..."
She pauses. "Or the right time maybe." 

She turns to her daughter. "When exactly were you going to share this with
me?"

Buffy turns bright red and flaps her hands around helplessly. She shoots me a
pained look, a plea for help but I'm barely hanging on as is. 

"Uh..that is..the..er..right time?" She says helplessly. 

Mrs. Summers sighs. "Well..I suppose now will do. I didn't discover about
Angel for nearly two years so I should be used to it by now."

"Well..that and Parker." I chip in..oh God no I said exactly the wrong thing.
Buffy levels a 'I will kill you later' glare my way. "Uh..did I say Parker?I
meant..umm..barker..yeah..don't see too many good carnival barkers these days,
what with there being no Carnivals to bark for I mean..wow..television really
killed them huh. Intresting that.

Mrs. Summers doen't buy it.

"Parker?" She looks at her daughter with a raised eyebrow crossing her arms
over her chest.

"College experiment mom. Failed..big time. Savor the irony." Buffy says in
reply, also crossing her arms. Like mother, like daughter.

"Another time then." Mrs. Summers says. She looks between the two of us
again.

"Just exactly how did this start?" She asks. 

NO! Don't wanna remember, won't remember..just..push it
back..breathe..breathe..shh shh...
I feel Buffy wrapping her arms around me, take strength from Buffy, Buffy's
here..shhh..shhh..you're alright..you're alright....

"Not a good question mom. Let is drop okay?"I hear Buffy saying. She sounds a
little far away.

In one two three
Out one two three
In one two three
Out one two three

Breathe..relax..breathe..relax..okay..I'm okay..

I open my eyes and look at Mrs. Summers. She's wearing a look of real
concern, she's shifted foward a little and looking me in the eyes ernestly. 

"Are...are you sure honey?" She asks.

"I'm sure." Buffy says.

"Surley sure." I echo.

"Hey." Buffy kisses the top of my head. "Welcome back."

"Did I leave?" I ask.

"Zoned for a second, but ya toughed it out." She replies back to me, I can
hear her smile. I can also hear her heart too. It's hammering like mine,
so..she's not the only nervous one. Still..it could have been the 'question'
not getting caught. 

I inhale deeply..ah..Buffyscent. Much, much better.

"So..let me get this straight." Mrs. Summers says. "You two are engaged ina
lesbian relationship, have been for nearly a year, are deeply in love and you
can't tell me how it all started?"

"Uh..yeah?" I answer her quietly. 

"That about sums it up mom." Buffy says.

"So much for grandchildren." Mrs. Summers sighs.

"MOM!" Buffy says loudly. 

"Sorry dear." Mrs. Summers says. 

I, personally, find the entire exchange quite funny. 

"Well..ah..mm..you never know..Mrs. Summers. Her first love was a vampire,
mine was a werewolf, we've beaten vampires, demons, nearly been sacrificed,
involved with a goverment conspiracies, and fought things that would make a
terminator seem like a Teddy Ruxpin." I shrug. "What's the big deal of two
women having children?"

Mrs. Summers gives me a pained smile. "Well..I suppose so Willow." 

"You can stop helping me at any time you know" Buffy says. 

I tilt my head and kiss the tip of her chin. "But I like helping." I say with
an arched eyebrow. 

Buffy just groans and buries her face in my hair. Tingly!

"Oh, Betwiched is on." Mrs. Summers says. "Remember when we used to watch
that together Buffy?" 

"Sure thing mom!" Buffy says letting me go and squeesing into the space
between me and 
Mrs. Summers. "How about we catch up on times huh?" 

"Sounds like fun." Mrs. Summers says and makes herself more comforatable on
the sofa.

Buffy turns her face to mine and mouths the words 'Neener, neener.'

I stick my tounge out at her but accept my fate.

We watch the television for a few minutes.

"Your boyfriend was a werewolf?"



	
Authors notes: A little short, a little rushed..but a friend was in desperate
need of a WAFFY fic after reading Sundowning. I _live_ for those moments.

	


	


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