Fic: Dampened Spirits (1/1)

["sochankitsune" <annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

I'm not dead yet. I'm not!

Anne-Lise,
Away too long... :<

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Rain pattered against the window as the storm raged outside. A peal 
of thunder echoed ominously and woke the Slayer from her light 
slumber. Buffy liked rain.
Heavy rainfall, like snow, was a rarity in Sunnydale. But when it 
came, it came with a vengeance; The rain drove everyone indoors, 
everything indoors. Which, Buffy reflected, is a good thing when you 
live on a Hellmouth. The rain lashed against the recently repaired 
windows, mesmerising her for a moment with the faint patina of shapes 
forgotten.
A lightning flash lit up the room, momentarily, and Buffy saw 
Willow standing beside her bed; eyes wide and staring.
"Willow?" Buffy queried, but no answer.
"Willow!" She called out once more. Willow, however, continued to 
stand immobile. Buffy climbed out of bed, her Slayer senses on full 
alert. She noted the slow rise and fall of Willow's chest and the 
glazed expression on her face.
Buffy stifled a giggle. Willow was so cute when she walked in her 
sleep, and yet she could be so very dangerous without conscious 
control of her magic. Slowly, Willow's hands raised, causing Buffy to 
rapidly consider her options. Vaguely, she remembered hearing 
warnings about not waking sleepwalkers. What they were, exactly, she 
couldn't recall. Maybe their legs fell off, or something.
Buffy shivered as Willow's hands brushed against her skin. One hand 
pressed against her right thigh, the other lightly caressed her 
cheek. She swallowed, feeling her cheeks burn.
Emotional turmoil! Buffy recognised the feelings threatening to 
engulf her. Love battled anxiety, desire fought restraint.
Willow slid closer and embraced Buffy completely. Although the hug 
felt more sisterly than erotic, tears dripped from Buffy's eyes as 
barriers fell. She stroked Willow's hair. Such soft, silky hair!
Buffy's eyes burned as she closed them, in perfect counterpoint to 
the blush that made her cheeks glow and the fires of passion that 
raged between her legs.
A cry forced its way past Buffy's lips, a sound somewhere between a 
moan and a sob, and with it Willow's face turned, slightly, and Buffy 
tilted her head to share a kiss.
The kiss was everything Buffy had ever dreamed it would be. Her 
whole body shook with suppressed desire. Since Angel, Riley, 
dalliances with Spike... She needed release, needed to love and be 
loved by the red-headed goddess who'd graced her life with needed 
perfection.
Willow's breathing quickened as they broke the kiss. Was she 
finally awake? How would she react to waking in the sensual embrace 
of her best friend?
Buffy tried to extricate herself from Willow's hold, but she 
realised there was no gentle way to do so. She ceased her half-
hearted struggles. Willow's perfect lips parted once more, and 
somehow Buffy found the strength to resist her carnal urges.
"Willow?" she entreated. "Willow...?"
Willow mumbled incoherently and Buffy realised she was still deeply 
asleep.
"I love you," Willow whispered, unexpectedly, and Buffy's heart 
threatened to either stop or explode.
"I love you too," Buffy replied softly.
And Willow smiled.

*

Willow awoke to find herself standing upright, which was kinda 
annoying. Her nocturnal wanderings worried her that one day she'd 
walk right out the front door and who knows where she'd end up?
She also found herself waking up in the arms of another, and being 
kissed. And not by Kennedy.
She was being kissed by Buffy.
Buffy's eyes were closed, which was probably a good thing, as the 
range of emotions that crossed Willow's face would have scarred her 
forever. Foremost was shock, maybe a hint of betrayal. Then 
realisation, perhaps...
What had started as a kiss became something else, a desperate 
struggle for closeness, to feel the flesh beneath fingers and 
caressed by lips and body. A sudden desire to become one.
Behaviour which would not passed unnoticed in an overpopulated 
house full of sexually-curious females.
And Xander.
Xander's cough has the same effect on the slayer and the witch as a 
bucket of cold water.
"Hey," he said, bringing their attention to the gathering crowd of 
grinning girls. "I hope you brought enough for everybody."
Willow's blush became a gasp as she saw Kennedy's drawn face 
standing at the back of the crowd of SITs.
"Kennedy!"

*

Kennedy turned, and managed maybe 3 feet before running into solid 
slayer.
"Hey K, what's the beef?"
Faith rubbed sleep from her eyes. She was still recovering from the 
after-effects of Orpheus in her system, and a gruelling recovery from 
a coma and the drive from LA.
Kennedy, to be fair, made a valiant attempt to recover from the 
sight of Faith in a bra and panties.
Made from red leather.
Not so Xander, but he was slowly getting used to semi-clad women 
walking around and not noticing him. Maybe he *was* turning gay!
"Hey," he asked weakly as he dabbed at the nosebleed. "Anyone want 
coffee?"

*

The rain faded with the night, and dawn brought about a warmth that 
dried even the dampest of spirits. Just like the real Dawn, who was 
bringing about a warmth to Kennedy. Good job her sister's too 
preoccupied to notice...
Kennedy shrugged off the loss of Willow to Buffy. Hell, Buffy had 
first dibs anyway, she figured. After all, they'd been an item long 
enough; even if neither of them'd realised it 'til now! Besides, 
Dawn's fingers were much more satisfying. And she'd no scary black 
mojo baggage.
Kennedy sighed, as Dawn's ministrations brought her near climax, 
and she found herself thinking back to the night, and to Faith's red 
panties...

*

Faith herself was fast asleep in bed. Xander, however, lying naked 
beside her, was about as far from sleep as it would be possible to 
get without a transfusion of pure caffeine...
"I prefer drivin' stick," she'd whispered into his ear last night, 
after he'd inadvertently given her semi-naked body his full approval. 
She'd noticed, and steered him into her cubby.
He grinned, trying to imagine Anya's reaction when (and if!) she 
found out, and grinned more when he realised he just didn't care.
Finally, a slayer loved him!

*

And the sun rose and shone upon Willow, and her hair and smile 
reflected the new day, and new hope as she gazed into Buffy's adoring 
eyes.
She'd delete the cybersex emails from Fred later. 
If she got chance.

*

End.