FIC: Dreams of Desire

["WillowX" <willowxbvsb@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title of Story: Dreams of Desire

Author: WillowX email at willowxbvsb@xxxxxxxxxxx

Personal Archive: www.geocities.com/willowneedsbuffy 

Pairing: Buffy/Willow

Rating: PG-13, maybe 

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television and Kuzui Enterprises. Buffy is distributed by 20th Century Fox and the Warner Brothers Television Network.

Summary: Can't say much, it's a surprise.

 

Dreams of Desires

 

I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The room was dark and atiny sliver of moonlight beamed in through the partially closed blinds, outlining Willow's body in bed, bundled up under the covers. The comforter was pulled clear over her head and long red strands of her hair were peaking out from underneath the edge of it. She was asleep, safe, and it made me happy to know we had made through another day together. I looked around the room for a moment in wonder, so many bad things had happened there. We wereattacked by zombies once over by the dresser, an alien almost ate my mom on the bed, and Tara was shot by that window, it was crazy.

Tonight, however, everything was quiet and peaceful. From the size of the lump on the bed, I'd say Willow was curled up on her side in a fetal position. She liked to sleep like that, all tight and secure. Seeing her like that always made me want to snuggle in her arms and go to sleep. That was a room full of bad memories and pain, but snuggled in her arms, in the middle of that bed, was the only place I ever felt safe.

"You're late!" Her voice echoed from underneath the covers. The tone made me smile; it was a mixture of fake anger and relief. I walked across the room holding the wet towel I had wrapped around my freshly shampooed head. My muscles ached and I was tired.

"I was slaying, Will," I began to explain in a playful tone. "It's not likeI can stop mid-fight and ask the nice vampire to excuse me because it's past my curfew."

"Bwah!" She responded, and I let out a quiet giggle. 

I stood in front of the mirror, examining my image in the darkness, and frowned, the purple terry clothe robe I was wearing made me look like Barney! I untied the knot around my waist and let the rob slip down my body, revealing my bare skin. The muscles were taut under my skin and my body was firm,but I had dark bruises everywhere. What I was looking at was not the bodyof a woman in her twenties; it was the body of a warrior, a soldier, full of scares and signatures of war. I ran my hand over my stomach, feeling the soreness of the beating I had received, and wondered when it would end, when would my mission be deemed complete, when would I be allowed to rest.

"I was worried," Willow said, "I called you but you didn't answer your cellphone."

"I was slaying," I chimed, without turning from my reflection. I leaned in closer, until my face was about an inch away from the mirror, and traced myfinger under my eyes, examining myself carefully. I had a black and blue mark underneath my right cheek bone and a gash over my left eye. The worse part, however, were the handprints around my neck. Willow was so not going to like those at all.

"Yeah, well, Anya was here and she kept insisting you were probably exchanging bodily fluids with Spike again" she said, utterly annoyed. I snapped back from the mirror and turned to look at the lump that was Willow on the bed.

"And what did you do?" I asked.

"I teleported her home!" She said, and, although I couldn't see her, I could tell by her tone she finished in an angry pout.

"Will!!" I shrieked.

"I asked her to please leave," she confessed, less valiant. I smiled warmlyat the lump and turned back around. A part of me wished she had teleportedher home, Anya deserved it. She never failed to mention Spike whenever shewas around Willow, and it always hurt me just as much. Not the Spike mentioning part but the Willow hurting part.

"I got an idea," I said, returning to examining myself in the mirror, "how about we go rent two life sized bunny suits and hide in the bushes outside her apartment until she comes out?"

The lump on the bed began to shake as Willow burst into a fit of laughter at my suggestion. I smiled, pleased at my comic genius, and enjoyed the sound of Willow's cackle. She really disliked Anya, and the idea of scaring the crap out of her, was putting a smile on Willow's face. That's when it hit me. I turned around, slowly, removing the wet towel from my head.

"Will, Baby, why is your face covered?" I asked, running my fingers throughmy hair, untangling the wet curls.

"Umm . . ." she stalled, "cause I'm mad at you cause you were late!" She finished, stern.

"Uh huh, try again," I responded.

"Umm . . ." she stalled some more, "cause I'm sleeping!" She blurted, and immediately started fake snoring.

"Will, don't make me pull the covers off," I warned, walking toward her. She was quiet for a few seconds as I tapped by foot on the floor, patiently waiting for her response.

"We had a little magic accident," she said, softly, and I felt my heart stop. I figured, at that point, it was either going to be really really funny or really really dangerous, a toss up, really.

"We who? Who is we?" I asked, cautious.

"Anya was teaching Dawn how to do a little itty bitty glamour spell-" 

"A what?" I yelped, interrupting her explanation. 

"You let Anya teach my sister magic?" I asked in disbelief, stressing key nouns and pronouns in the question. I plopped down on the bed next to Lump-Willow, folding my arms at her.

"Let me get this straight, my sister? The official damsel in distress? The girl with the common sense God gave a rock? Magic???" I asked, getting increasingly agitated with each question. I was so wrapped up in the Dawn/Witchscenario that it hadn't even hit me yet.

"Wait a minute- if Dawn and Anya were the ones doing the abracadabra, why are you the one hiding under the Martha Stewart Collection?" I asked.

"Well . . ." She began to say, but before she had a chance to finish, I swiped the comforter from her. The moment I saw her face I couldn't believe it.

"Ahhh!" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. 

"What is that?" I screamed. Willow had a bump the size of a golf ball on her forehead, over her left eyebrow. It wasn't gross looking or anything, thank God, it was just big and red, and it looked kind of painful.

"Remember that little pimple I had on my forehead this morning?" She asked.

"Uh huh," I said, nodding my head in disgust.

"Dawn tried to make it go away," she said, in a Willowy voice.

"It looks like a tumor!" I blurted out.

"It's not a tumor!" Willow replied, in her Schwarzenegger imitation. 

"Fix it!! Fix it, fix it, fix it!!" I shrieked, waving my arms about, agitating her.

"I can't," she pouted, flopping her hands on the bed in defeat. "I tried, it's not that simple. I can't undo a glamour spell someone else does and Dawn is such a loose cannon, I'm afraid she'll make me grow a penis out of my ear or something. We're better off just waiting twenty four hours for it togo away," she moaned. 

"A penis?" I repeated, feigning interest.

"Buffy!" Willow whined. She reached over and grabbed my pillow, smacking me over the head with it, but I didn't move, I couldn't, it was mesmerizing.It was a magic pimple.

I sat in shocked silence, staring at Willow's enormous zit, and she stared back at me, anguished. It was so big and ugly, I honestly considered taking a picture of it and sending it to Ripley's Believe It or Not, things likethat should be documented. 

As I looked at her, my imagination ran away with me, and I started getting a mental image of how the events of the evening had unfolded while I was out on patrol. I could picture Dawn, Willow, and Anya, sitting around on the living room floor in darkness, shadows of their bodies outlined on the walls from the flickering candles, and the smell of incense filling the air. Oh yeah, there were candles and incense in my vision, Willow liked making a big hoopla of the magic fests. I could hear the bickering back and forth as Willow and Anya argued over which spell to teach Dawn, their voices escalating until they were just shrieks of disagreement, like the sound of monkeys mating. Dawn probably huffing and puffing, angry, because Willow wouldn't teach her how to turn men into trolls, and after some debate, Willow concedes to teaching her a little glamour spell and even offers to be the guinea pig, poor Willow.  

I could imagine Dawn chanting the mojo, probably sneezing or burping mid chant, something silly like that, causing the spell to go south for the winter, and, suddenly, Willow gets a jumbo sized pimple implanted on her forehead. I wonder if she felt it when it happened, or if maybe she just walked around the house like that, wondering why Dawn looked so scared and why Anyawas giggling. Either way, I could see Willow having a witch sized freak out when she saw that hideous bump on her forehead, running around like a chicken with no head, looking for different spell books to fix it, but, alas,loose cannon Dawn and fear of penises convinces her to call me first, except, she couldn't reach me cause I was getting my ass kicked. Then, Anya, being the ruthless fountain of information, insists to Willow, over and overagain, that I was probably banging Spike in a crypt somewhere. Willow, overwhelmed by the mighty pimple and having already reached the Anya Tolerance Threshold, ATT for short, sends her home before her evil tendencies get the best of her and she teleports her to Bunnyville.

I snapped out of my momentary trance in a fit of laughter, so hard, in fact, that the sides of my stomach began to hurt. Willow kicked up her feet, pulling on the part of the comforter I was sitting on, and I rolled out of bed, landing on the floor, flat on my butt.

"You're a mean Slayer," she said, sitting up in bed.

"I'm sorry, Will, I don't mean to laugh at you," I assured, from the floor,still giggling.

"You think I'm ugly," she cried. I sat up on the floor and looked at her, her lips were pouted and her eyes were sad. She had attempted to form a frown but the enormously glamorous zip she had on her forehead was impeding it.Another smile sneaked over my lips as I held back the urge to break into laughter again, when I noticed tears had started streaming down Willow's cheeks. 

"Oh Baby, don't cry," I said, softly, getting up off the floor.

"I can't help it. I feel so ugly," she said, through tears, and pulled the covers over her head again to hide her face. Suddenly, I was hit by a terrible wave of guilt. How could she ever think she was ugly? I couldn't imagine meeting someone more beautiful than her, she was absolutely amazing, in every sense of the word. 

I pushed myself off the floor and sat on the bed next to her. She was underthe covers and I could hear her sniffling. I ran my hand over the covers, feeling her body beneath, until I found the edge of the comforter. I peeledit off her, slow, until I found her beautiful green eyes, the ones I lovedso much, the ones that made the worse days of my life bearable.

"Can I join you?" I asked, sexily. Willow nodded, her pout still in full force, and I climbed into bed next to her. Pulling the covers over the both of us, I wrapped my arms around her tight.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, over her shoulder, kissing her neck. I nuzzled my nose into her neck, right in the area where her hair ends and her neck begins, behind her ear. That was my favorite kissing spot. It smelled like a mixture of her hair and skin, apple shampoo and raspberry cream, all blended together, and enveloped in her essence, her sweat, her smell, just her.

It was amazing.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," she responded, sniffling. She returned to lying on her side in her snugly fetal position and I eased in, spooning her from behind. She was wearing her usual pajamas, an oversized UC Sunnydale T-shirt, which I absolutely adored. It was large and comfy, and when she walked around wearing it, it hung mid thigh, revealing her soft, silky, legs for me to admire. The t-shirt was old, making the fabric soft and nearly worn out in some parts. I loved the way it felt pressed up against my naked body as I heldher.

I reached down to her thigh with my hand and began tracing a path back up over her outer thigh with my nails. Willow shivered in my arms from the contact; she loved it when I caressed her like that. I slipped my hand under the edge of her shirt as I continued making my way up her thigh, tenderly kissing the back of her neck, until my fingers ran over her hips and I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear again.

"Mmmm," I moaned, softly into her hair in anticipation, she'd been waiting for me. I heard her giggle and my curiosity got the best of me.

"What are you thinking, beautiful?" I asked.

"Just that, you don't even bother getting dressed anymore after you shower at night," she said.

"Uh huh, and when was the last time you wore underwear under that big t-shirt?" I asked, in a sexy voice.

"Oh oh, the Slayer discovered my evil trap, what shall I do now?" she teased, and my body hummed with desire for her.

"Evil trap, huh?" I repeated. 

"That sounds like it needs investigating!" I threatened, taunting her with my hands, stroking her body with my nails. I pulled her closer to me, exhaling softly into her hair, everything was perfect.

"I missed you tonight," she whispered, as I continued cuddling her body. I reached over her stomach and began drawing circles with my nails around herbelly button.

"I always miss you," I responded, squeezing her closer to my body, "when I'm not holding you like this," I finished, and Willow groaned, a low desirous groan.

"Do you like it when I run my nails over your body?" I asked, in a husky voice.

"See for yourself," she responded, and took my hand from her stomach, moving it down between her legs. I felt the course hair of her sex brush over myfingertips. She was hot and wet and I could feel her pulsating desire against my fingers. I climbed over her slowly, easing her onto her back, and pressed the palm of my hand hard against her sex.

"Mmmm, Buffy," she hissed, her eyes closed tight. I was straddling her, oneknee on each of her sides, dripping over her. Her face was heavenly in the darkness, grabbing the bottom edge of her t-shirt, I pulled it off her slowly, revealing the fair skin of her stomach. When I reached her head, the t-shirt got stuck for a moment and I tugged on it hard.

"Ouch," Willow shrieked. "Watch out with the bump," she moaned.

I burst into giggles over her chest and she began making unhappy groaning noises again, embarrassed she was just too cute at times. I caressed her chest tenderly with my cheeks, kissing the soft skin between her breasts, drowning in the sensations that took hold of me whenever we were together. Little by little I worked my way up, until we were face to face again. That's when I saw her eyes, they were full of worry, she was self-conscious about what had happened to her and it made my heart sad.  

Why was it so hard for her to understand? 

Why couldn't she see it?

"Willow, don't get like this," I whispered, tracing my finger over her lips. She didn't have the fullest lips in the world, but they were mine, all mine, and I loved them. Sometimes I could taste them on my lips, even when she wasn't around.

"Can't you see how in love with you I am?" I asked, holding her gaze with my eyes. 

"Can't you see nothing else matters when I'm with you?" I questioned, trying to make my point across. Willow was still looking at me, hesitant, and I wondered if she really couldn't see it. I wanted her to understand, I wanted her to see herself through my eyes. She was my best friend, my lover, my world, yet there were times when I felt she thought she wasn't worthy of mylove and the thought of that burned. I was the unworthy one, not her, she made everything perfect, and I needed her to see that.

"I got my butt kicked today," I confessed, and her eyes open wide in shock."It's why I was late," I finished. She sat up, immediately, nearly knocking me off the bed, and looked at me. Her sea green eyes narrowed as she struggled to examine my face in the darkness.

"Oh my God, Buffy, why didn't you say anything?" She asked, concerned, running her finger along the gash she found over my eye. She hadn't seen it yet, and I had originally hoped that she wouldn't. The following morning that cut would have been a vague memory, but that night it was a reminder thateven with Slayer strength, I was vulnerable and mortal, there today and gone tomorrow, and it pained me to see that fear in Willow's eyes, day in andday out. Nevertheless, I needed her to understand the importance of her presence in my life. I rested my body on top of hers, easing her back down,and laid my head sideways over her left shoulder, looking at her, her beautiful heart beating strong against mine.

"I was going to tell you about it, the minute I walked in, but then I saw you, all snuggled up in bed, and the only thing I wanted to do was crawl into bed with you," I paused, my eyes focusing on her lips again.

"Then you told me the story of what happened to you while I was gone and, well, everything just melted away," I explained, "it was as if you washed the bad events of the night away," I continued, tracing my finger over her nose and chin, I so loved touching her.

"You made me laugh, Will, when all I wanted to do was cry," I whispered, running my nails down her neck and over her shoulder. I propped up on my elbow, my wet hair cascading around my face, and looked into her eyes.

"You made me happy," I finished, staring at her. Willow reached out with her right hand and cupped my face; her eyes were glistening with tears.

"I love you," she said, pulling my face toward hers. She kissed my lips, gently, and an electric current shot through my body. I felt passion build up, inside of me, filling every part of me. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anyone and she sensed it. She could always feel my need, as if we were connected on some emotional level. She took care of me, like no one else could.

She stopped kissing me for a moment and I settled on top of her again. I loved feeling her warm body beneath mine, I loved feeling her heart beat against my own, I loved her, and, finally, all was right with the world again. I had lived through another day, there wasn't an apocalypse in sight, and my heart belonged to Willow, what else could I want from life?

Willow reached out with her hand and grabbed my neck, holding my head in place directly in front of hers. She looked at me steady, flames of passion flickered in her eyes, licking her lips in anticipation.  

"Buffy, baby?" She asked, really low.

"Mmm?" I responded, unable to form words with her eyes so fixed on me.

"Show me how much you love me," she instructed, and a shiver ran down my body at her request. She pulled my face toward hers and claimed my lips as her own. I could taste the desire in her mouth as my body melted into hers.I felt her legs wrap around my waist as she pulled me hard toward her center. She was hot and demanding, and I loved it when she got like that. She needed me and the thought of that alone made me ache for her. I had never imagined lusting over someone as much as I did her.

The smell of her arousal filled the air, taunting me with its essence, calling me to visit places I longed to savor. I wiggled out of her grip, kissing and licking my way down her body, feeling the tickle of goose bumps appear and disappear under my tongue and lips. Her skin was sweet on my lips, like candy, and her pants of pleasure were driving me insane. I lingered over her stomach, snaking my tongue in and out of her bellybutton, just the way she loved it and Willow moaned for me.

She reached down and gripped my head, guiding me lower, to where she wantedme to go, to where she needed me the most. She commanded me and obeyed, willingly, I was her slave and she knew it.  

Suddenly I began to hear her voice calling my name, except she wasn't speaking. With every kiss her voice became louder and louder in my head. It was as if her heart was screaming it, calling out to me, begging me to fulfill her, to make her whole. Her heart, it needed me, and I needed it.

'Buffy!' Her voice echoed in my head, but I sealed my eyes tighter, I was afraid of loosing the feeling, I was afraid of loosing her.  

'Buffy!' It persisted, pleading with me to open my eyes.  

'Buffy!' It shouted again, and I fought the desire to open my eyes. I couldn't, no, no, I didn't want to. I refused to open my eyes, it felt to goodto have then closed, it felt to good to feel her underneath me.

'BUFFY!' It screamed, one last time, and the voice thundered, shaking my body to its core. My eyes opened, suddenly, as a reflex, and Willow was standing over me, confused, her forehead scrunched and her lips crooked. She was wearing a green and pink tie die t-shirt and her red hair hung mid cheek. I blinked really hard and looked again, yep, she was still there, but everything was different.

"You ok, Buff?" She asked, concerned. I looked around the room, it was bright as day, the sun was piercing in through the windows strong, hurting my eyes. I blinked again to focus and adjust to the brightness. On the wall to my right hung a green and blue poster of Dingoes Ate My Baby and across from me another giant brown poster of chocolate. The room was different, way different, there were two beds instead of one and it was much smaller. I was so confused, I couldn't think straight. I looked at Willow again, she was more worried and she wasn't the only one.

"You ok? You missed Psychology this morning," she said, and sat down on theedge of my bed.  

"Jeez Buffy, its noon, were you sleeping all this time?" She asked.  

"What? Huh?" I began to question, "where am I?" Willow's eyebrows shot up in arcs over her eyes. She had this 'oh boy' look on her face.

"It's 1999, we are in College, this is our dorm, and you just missed day two of the hardest Psychology class on campus" she began explaining, very very slowly. I continued looking at her lost.

"Your name is Buffy," she finished. Suddenly, everything came rushing back,the room, the beds, the sunlight, all of it came back in spades.

The dorm! We were in the dorm!

"I know my name is Buffy, you dork!" I responded, slapping her on the arm lightly. She grabbed her arm, right where I had slapped her, and made and 'o' shape with her mouth, pretending to be hurt.

"God, I was so confused, I had the funkiest dream," I explained, grabbing my head with both hands, rubbing my temples with my palms. That's when I remembered, I looked down at myself, and thank God, I wasn't naked.

"It just seemed so real," I added, my 

"Oooo, a dream, I love dreams! Was I in it?" She asked, and my eyes shot open. Willow looked at me genuinely intrigued, and I looked away quickly. I could still feel the moisture of my desire between my legs.

"Um, yeah, you were there, I guess," I responded, nervously fixing the comforter, making sure I was properly covered. She looked pleased to see me and I stared at her, trying really hard to recapture the visions of my dream,but they had already begun to slip away.

"What was it about?" She asked.

"Well," I paused, trying to remember exactly what had happened, "the dreamsstarts off that I had just gotten beat up by a vampire and I was dressed in a huge Barney suit," I explained.

"Hey, if I ever see you wearing a Barney suit, I promise I'll be the one tobeat you up," she said, snorting.

"Ha ha," I responded, sarcastically.

"Sorry, please continue," she said, smiling.

"Well, I had a sister or something, and she was a witch, I think," I explained, confusing myself in the process.

"A sister???" Willow interrupted. "Did you bump your head on patrol last night again?" She asked, rubbing my head with her hand. Chills ran down my spine at her touch and I closed my eyes softly, it was so wrong, feeling likethat about my friend, my 'very straight has a boyfriend in a band' friend.

"No, I didn't bump my head," I conceded, pensively. "Anyway, that weird chick Xander took to our Senior Prom was there too," I explained, vaguely.

"Anya? What was she doing there?" Willow asked, getting defensive.

"Well, she wasn't really there, but I was talking about her or something, you two had gotten into a fight about bunnies, cause I had slept with Spike"I explained, and Willow burst into laughter. She fell backward onto the bed, holding her stomach as tears of laughter streamed down her face. I watched her amused, I always enjoyed making her laugh, and boy was she laughing.

"Well, that's it, you're not hearing the rest of my dream," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Come on," she said, through breaths of laughter, "please, this is the mostI've laughed in forever," se pleaded, turning on her side and propping herhead up on her elbow, her fingers were intertwined in her hair. I could feel her warm body over my legs and it made my skin goose bump. Things weregetting hot for me again and I needed a distraction.

"Ok," I conceded, planning my line of attack, "you had a huge penis growingon your forehead, HUGE," I said, and Willow's laughter stopped.

"A what?" she asked, concerned, placing her hand on her forehead.

"A penis," I repeated, nodding, with a huge evil smile. She liked laughing at me, right? So, I gave her something to laugh about.

"Hideous disfigurement," I said, really slow. Willow looked frightened; in fact, the look very much resembled the one she'd been sporting the whole time in my dream. I guess my brain knew exactly how she'd react in that sort of sitch, except, I never thought she looked hideously disfigured in my dream.

"Sounds to me like it was a nightmare," she provided, still rubbing her forehead, searching for bumps. I thought about what she said for a moment, a nightmare, I guess it could have been a nightmare, some parts of it at least, except that all the Willow parts weren't.

"I guess," I said, shaking my head, "I'm still a little disoriented." 

She looked at me for a moment and our eyes locked. For an instant, I thought she knew I was hiding something from her, I thought for sure she'd seen it in my eyes, but she shrugged it away, rolled out of bed, and walked toward the door.

"Well, at least it wasn't prophetic, right?" She laughed, and I froze for amoment. Could it have been a prophetic dream?

"I mean, a sister??" She asked, chuckling. 

"That's a whole new person," she explained, "I'll give you one thing, you have one heck of an imagination," she said, and turned to look at me again. She was right, that was crazy.

"Yeah, and what about the sleeping with Spike part? Yuuuuuck! I hate him, he's evil and skanky!" I said, disgusted, and shock the grossness off.

"You haven't been eating those brownies the pot heads sell on campus, right?" She asked, trying to find an excuse for my delusions. She was so cute sometimes. I smiled at her.

"No, no wacky brownies for me," I said, rolling my eyes. Yeah, that was it,it was just a crazy, messed up, wacky dream, and all the lesbian sex, well, I must have seen a movie or something on the Lifetime Network. Yeah, that was it, all a figment of my imagination. Damn Slayer hormones!

"Hey," she interrupted, pulling something out of a bag that was on her bed,"check out these school t-shirts they were handing out on campus today," she said brightly, and my mouth dropped opened when I saw it. She looked atmy reaction and looked at the shirt, confused.

"I know it's really big, but they only had extra extra large, so I thought I'd just use it as a pajama," she explained. I stopped breathing and gawked at her. She walked toward me happily, holding out the shirt for me to touch.

"Feel the fabric," she said, "it's good quality. This is going to be reallysoft once I break it in," she finished, pleased. I was frozen in place, surprised, unable to form words. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I blinked twice, but no luck, it was still there. It was real.

But, it couldn't be.

It just couldn't.

"What's wrong, Buffy?" She asked, dangling the shirt in front of me, "don'tyou like it?"



The End