Fic: Tis the Season (1/1)

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Title: Tis the Season
Author: Inell
Email: Inell@xxxxxxx
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Bloom, but, alas, he belongs to only himself.
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Pairing: Willow/Buffy
Rating: PG
Notes: More Holiday Fluff...completely silly. Be warned.
Set in my own Season 7 verse
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TIS THE SEASON (1/1)


"And when that blond guy started shooting the arrows like he was a machine? 
Man, that was so cool! I wish I could do that. Just bam, bam, bam, dead 
demons everywhere!"


Willow tried to hide a smile as Xander continued describing his favorite 
scenes from the film that they had just seen. She exchanged a look with Buffy 
and both girls gave in and laughed. "Well, I think he enjoyed the new Lord of 
the Rings."


"That's an understatement," Buffy said with a fond smile at the man that was 
one of her best friends. At the moment, it was a bit difficult to consider 
him a man. He was going on and on like one of Dawn's friends. In fact, her 
sister was the recipient of his enthusiastic retelling. "If I'm not careful, 
he'll have me wearing tights and shooting arrows."


"Tights might not be that bad," Willow said with a wink at her lover, 
watching as the slayer rolled her eyes, "but, no offense, you're no Orlando 
Bloom."


Buffy snorted, eyes narrowing at the impish grin that crossed the redhead's 
face, "Yeah, he's definitely prettier than me."


"Meow," Willow laughed, taking Buffy's hand as the group left the theater 
parking lot. "Don't worry, baby. I think you're prettier. Besides, it's the 
hair."


"What's the hair?" Dawn asked as she slowed down to wait for the others, only 
catching the last of Willow's comment.


"Elf Boy," Buffy said as she made a face.


"Oooo," Dawn smiled. "Yeah, he's definitely pretty. I wonder how they were 
able to cast such attractive guys. I mean, it's like a parade of hotties. 
That new guy, the one on the horse? Wow. I'd let him rescue me anyday."


"I did think Gollum was cute," Buffy said in a teasing voice as her sister 
glared at her. "Dawn, it's simple. By casting good looking men, they get 
silly girls like you to go see their movie and buy their merchandise. Would 
you really want to sit through a three hour movie if they all looked like 
Carl from the gas station? I think not. They give the boys the weapons, the 
fights and death. They give us the beautiful eye candy. "


"Marketing according to Buffy Summers folks," Willow said as she laughed. 
"Hey, wait a minute. We're not supposed to be talking about boys."


"Why would I have looked at any of the women?" Buffy asked, "I have you."


"Aw, how sweet," Dawn said with a sincere smile, so glad that her sister and 
best friend had finally realized that they were meant for each other. "But, 
back to the hotties. Whose the guy on the horse? Someone wouldn't let me stay 
until the credits," she looked pointedly at Buffy, who had been more than 
ready to get out of her seat after three hours. "I may write him a letter 
asking if he wants to marry me. I can cook, sort of. He was so pretty."


Xander made a face, asking the sky, "Why? Why must I be surrounded by girls?" 
Turning to glare at the three amused girls, he said, "Men aren't supposed to 
be pretty. They're supposed to be big and hairy and macho. Like that dwarf 
guy. Yeah, he's a manly man."


"Well, we know that Buffy probably prefers Brood Boy. He seems more her 
type," Willow said cheekily, earning a warning look from her lover of her two 
months. Had it really been so short a time that they had been together? It 
seemed like forever, like they'd never not been together. In reality, it had 
just happened on Halloween. Well, if she were honest, it had begun the first 
time that they had met. The realization had just been two months ago. 
Remembering that night, all thoughts of cute blond elves fled her mind. She 
remembered heated kisses, soft touches, overwhelming passion, need, lust, and 
love. She licked her lips, her eyes catching the hazel ones of her lover. She 
watched Buffy smile, knowing that she was caught. Later, the slayer's eyes 
promised.


"Actually, he does sort of remind you of Angel, doesn't he?" Xander mused, 
comparing the two. "Dark, moody, good-looking, broody, big."


"Big?" Dawn looked at Xander, raising an eyebrow. "Hello? Minor present. If 
you're going to be talking about stuff like *that*, I'd better cover my 
ears!"


"Huh?" Xander frowned, his face flushing as he realized what she meant. 
Glaring at the three laughing girls, he muttered, "I so need some a man."


"That's what I've been telling you for months, Xan," Willow said with a laugh 
as he blushed even more realizing how he had sounded.


"As a friend. A man friend not a man-friend," he finally gave up, rolling his 
eyes as they laughed. "Fine. I'll remember this. See if I'm so nice next 
Christmas. I think there will be coal in the stockings of a few Sunnydale 
ladies."


"Can't take a joke, Harris?" Buffy asked, letting him know they were joking. 
She knew that they should try to remember that Xander was a man and that it 
might get a little difficult hanging out with females all the time, but not 
really caring when it was so easy to get him flustered. There were times that 
she found herself wondering if he protested so much because there *was* 
something in their teasing about him finding a good man. And then she'd find 
herself wondering if she sensed that because she had only recently figured 
out her own same sex preference and was so happy in the discovery that she 
wanted him to find the same happiness and then she'd end up confusing herself 
and deciding to go find Willow for some kissage and not worry about it. 


"Some joke, Summers," he said with a glare.


"Xander, tis the season to be jolly," Willow reminded with a soft smile.


"Fa la la la la," he said before sticking his tongue out at her. He felt 
himself relaxing when she laughed, letting go of Buffy's hand to chase after 
him. He caught her, twirling her around before he hugged her. 


"Quit groping my girl, Xander," Buffy warned as Willow laughed as Xander went 
from hugging to tickling. 


"Come on, slayer. Don't be so greedy. Not like you ever let me watch," he 
said with a grin. "Ooooh, that would be a great present. Maybe next year. 
What do ya say?"


"Eew," Dawn said, laughing at the familiar exchange. Since Willow and Buffy 
had gone public with their relationship, Xander had been fascinated with the 
idea of watching them together. That was definitely something that she did 
not want to think about, especially on Christmas Day. 


"Nice try, Sparky, but I don't think you'll be *that* good next year," Willow 
said as she rolled her eyes. 


"What if I'm really naughty?" Xander asked with a leer.


"Then I'll have to call Angel and have him come punish you," Buffy said 
innocently, watching as Xander's face turned bright red.


"No fair, slayer," he said with a grimace. "Yuck, now I may just lose my 
lunch."


"Ah, poor baby," Dawn said with a smile as she took his arm. "Would some more 
pumpkin pie help your poor tummy?"


"It might help a bit," he said with a smile as he settled his arm around her 
shoulders. "And maybe some cake. Oh, and a turkey sandwich might be nice 
too." 


As she listened to Xander give a list of food he intended to consume upon 
their return home, Buffy caught Willow's hand, bringing her lover to her as 
she brushed her lips against Willow's. Pulling back, she smiled, "Imagine 
that, could have sworn I saw mistletoe."


"I think I see it," Willow said with a wicked smile as she leaned over and 
whispered, "Tis the season, after all," before her lips caught Buffy's.


******THE END*********