FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch. 11 B/W (PG13/NC17)

["CDS" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx>]

Hey all,

Finally finished exams, so I could finish the next chapter up. The chapter
is divided into three parts, with three different POVs.

Hope you like.

Thanks to everyone for all the great feedback and gentle prodding for me to
finish up the next part. :)

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-CDS

? Title: In Need of Your Touch
? Author: Callisto's Dark Side
? Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
? Feedback: Definitely. It can pull me out of a writing slump.
? Distribution: Can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/INOYT.htm
? Spoilers: Up to season 7, episode 3: Same Time, Same Place
? Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
? Pairings: Buffy/Willow all the way
? Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
? Summary: After Buffy lends her strength to Willow to help her heal, the
two discover that Willow is truly dependent on Buffy's touch.

Chapter 11 - Dealing With Willow (Anya's POV)


"Where's my money?" I ask.

"You'll get it later," Willow answers, before cave Buffy walks up to me and
rips the box of ice cream out my hands.

"Hey, I have yet to be reimbursed!"

"Don't worry Anya, you'll get your money," Willow assures me.

"That's what you always say, and yet I'm the only one that pays for repairs
to the Magic Box, even though it's your magic and demons that mess it up."

"Ice cream!" Cave Buffy screams as she primitively dives into the ice cream.

"You know, a spoon would allow you to get more of the ice cream into your
mouth, rather than on your face," I remark, giving Buffy a glare.

Cave Buffy glares back, but I'm not the least bit intimidated.

"Can we just get on with it?" Willow exasperates.

"Get on with what? I thought you said no to the threesome."

"I did!" Willow shouts, but then lowers her voice. "I meant with the
solving."

"Solving of what?"

"Solving of how to turn Buffy back to normal."

"Why can't we keep her like this?"

"Because, she won't be able to fight demons as cave Buffy."

"You sure about that? I mean, maybe she'll have some freaky cave Buffy
powers, like the ability to gross people out just by eating in front of
them," I laugh.

"Do you wanna help or not?"

"Sure, fine, it's not like I have anything else to do."

"Great, now we just need to get a book from the Magic Box. Can you get it
for me?"

"What? Are you crazy? I just went out to buy this cave brat a box of ice
cream from the supermarket, which by the way, isn't even open in the middle
of the night, so I ended up at this place conveniently called the
convenience store."

"That's why they call it a convenience store, Anya, it's open 24/7."

"Well, it'd be a lot more convenient if someone had told me that."

"Can we just get to work?"

"Work? Have you even had a job?"

"Well, technically, no, but fighting evil is a full time job."

"Puh leez. I fight evil, was evil, and ran the Magic Box till it was messed
up by you. Now I have to repair it, and try to hawk stuff out of a building
that is really only suitable for rats and cave people, like Buffy."

"How many times do I have to apologize for that?"

"As many as times as it takes to equal the damages to the shop."

"If I help you fix it, will you stop bugging me?"

"That's all I wanted."

"Okay, then I'll help you fix it, if you help me fix Buffy first."

"Fine, fine. What book do you need?"

"I'll write down the titles for you."

"Titles? I thought you said you needed one book?"

"Well, I just thought of some that might be useful too."

"Oh, how convenient."

"Is it that hard to carry a couple of extra books?"

"Yes."

"Fine, then use the car. I'll give you the keys. Just don't smash it up,
it's Buffy's."

"Like how you smashed up my shop?"

"Exactly, because, then we'll be even, and I won't help you fix it."

"Even? A car is not the monetary equivalent of a business."

"It is if you have no money."

"Very well. I will use Buffy's car and get your evil books, so that you can
fix my shop, under my leadership."

"I'm not going to be your slave, Anya."

"Who said anything about being a slave? slave?" I smirk under my breath.

"I heard that," Willow says, glaring at me.

"Wasn't trying to hide it."

Willow shakes her head.

"More!" Buffy shouts, her face covered in ice cream.

"Half the box is on your face, lick it off," I retort.

Buffy balls up her fists and is about to pounce on me when Willow intercepts
her.

"It's okay, Buffy. Anya can get more when she gets the books I need."

"I never agreed to that!"

"Do you really wanna see cave Buffy without her ice cream?" Willow asks.

"It's a lot better than seeing it on her face."

"Anya?"

"Okay, okay, but I'm adding it onto your bill, which you will be working off
under my? guidance."

"Whatever, just get lots of ice cream when you get the books."

"The titles would help."

"Can I give them to you over the phone when you get there?"

"Lucky for you, the phone actually works. Unlucky for me, my creditors know
it, which is why I unhooked it. I'll have to hook it back up. Where are
the keys?"

"They're in Buffy's jacket. Look in closet."

I start walking towards out of the kitchen, before I stop, and turn on my
heel.

"Wait a second, I know what you're trying to do," I glare at Willow
accusingly.

"What, what am I trying to do?" Willow asks, as she tries to help Buffy
clean up the ice cream on her face.

"You're trying to send me to that death trap that is the magic box."

"Huh?"

"The bandana vamps, some might still be there, and if they aren't, the other
ones would've moved in to claim the territory."

"Sorry, I forgot."

"I'm sure you did, not."

"I'm sorry. I did. It's hard to remember what happened in the last five
minutes, when Buffy's turned into Cave Buffy, and I can't stay away from her
any long length of time without bleeding like crazy."

"Okay, okay, so maybe you weren't plotting to send me to my death, but I
have not completely ruled it out."

"Can you at least get some more ice cream, then? You didn't see any vamps
hanging around there, right?"

"Very well, I will once again risk my life in the middle of the night in
order to feed the angry cavewoman and her sex toy."

"I am not her sex toy!"

"Tell that to someone who hasn't seen her grope and squeeze you."

"Anya!"

"Okay, I'm leaving."

******

(Buffy's POV)


"Buffy thank Willow," Buffy say, kiss Willow on lips.

"Buffy?" Willow squeak.

"Willow mad?"

"No, no Buffy. It's just, you're covered in ice cream, and well, it's
really messy."

"Willow mad," Buffy pout.

"No, I swear Buffy." Willow touch Buffy face. "I'm not mad."

"Willow angry?"

"No, I'm not angry Buffy. See I'm smiling. I can't be angry Willow if I'm
smiling right?"

"Willow angry."

"Buffy? don't be like that. Come one, if I was mad or angry, would I have
asked Anya to get you a whole lot of ice cream?"

"No."

"See. It must mean I'm not mad then, right?"

"Buffy not know."

"Okay, then how about I make you some scrambled eggs? Protein, does a Cave
Buffy good."

"Eggs. Eggs good," Buffy agree.

"You see, If I was mad, I wouldn't be doing all this stuff for ya, right?"

Buffy nod.

"Okay, just let me open up the fridge, take out the eggs, and get started.
How about you eat some cookies while I make you a fresh serving of scrambled
eggs."

"Cookies cold."

"Well, that's the way they are when you buy them in a box. You could buy
them fresh, but we don't exactly have the moolah for that. I could make
them, but that would take forever, and we don't have forever. So how about
you microwave them. You still remember how to do that, right?"

Buffy point at shiny box.

"Exactly, that's the microwave. Just heat them up, and they'll taste like
fresh, although, not fresh fresh, but close enough."

"M'okay. Buffy get cookies." Buffy open tiny door, grab box, get cookies,
put in shiny box.

"Cookies still cold!"

"Huh, what? Just as second Buffy, I have to crack the eggs."

"Cookies cold!"

"Okay, okay, Buffy. Here, you see this. You push in the numbers, for how
long you want it to heat up. For the cookies, 30 to 40 seconds will be
good. You see? Then you push start, and wait. Now I have to get back to
your eggs."

Buffy watch. Pretty box. Shiny box. Numbers funny. Press more numbers.
Lots of numbers. Cookies bigger. Big cookies.

<Pop!>

"What was that Buffy?"

"Cookie go splat."

"Oh, Buffy. Why did you extend the time?"

"Buffy not know. Buffy bad."

"Oh, Buffy. No you're not bad, you just don't know the difference between
well done cookies and kaplooie cookies. We'll clean it up later, just leave
the microwave, and I'll have your eggs done soon."

"Buffy hungry."

"It's okay, Buffy. You'll have your eggs soon."

Buffy wait, bang fist on table.

"Buffy want now!"

"Okay, here you go Buffy, just wait a second, it's still hot?"

Buffy eat eggs.

"Owww!!! Hot. Why Willow hurt Buffy!"

"Oh, Buffy. I didn't mean to burn you. I told you it was hot. You should
have waited."

"Willow not like Buffy."

"Man you can you pout. Come on Buffy. You know I like you."

"Willow not like Buffy. Willow not love Buffy."

"I do. I like you, and I do love you. You're just not comprehending right
now, because?"

"Willow love Buffy!!!" Buffy jump on Willow. Buffy kiss Willow. "Love
Buffy!"

"Buffy?"

"Okay, what happened to the not shouting anymore?" Dawn say.

"Dawn?" Willow ask.

"Dawn not have Willow. Willow mine."

"I can explain," Willow say.

"What's wrong with Buffy, and why is she all over you, and why were you just
kissing her?"

"I wasn't. Buffy was kissing me."

"But Buffy's not a lesbian. Why would she be kissing you?"

"But she is. At least I think she is, or at least her Cave Buffy alter ego
is."

"Her what?"

"I think I accidentally turned her into Cave Buffy."

"Yes, me Cave Buffy. Cave Buffy strong."

"This is just too weird," Dawn say.

"Tell me about it. I accidentally turn your sister into Cave Buffy, and the
next thing I know, she's all over me."

"Don't need the details."

"Sorry. Can you help, Dawn?"

"Sure, that's what I'm here for. Helping my apparently gay sister not wake
up the neighbors."

"Thanks Dawn, you're a doll."

"Come on Buffy, let's clean this mess up," Dawn say.

"No, you steal Willow."

"Buffy I'm not trying to steal Willow," Dawn say. "Besides, we're all going
to clean up this mess, okay?"

"No."

"Come on Buffy, Dawn's telling the truth. She's not interested in me."

"M'okay."

******

(Willow's POV)


"Okay, note to self. Cave Buffy helping with clean up equals more mess, and
bathing Cave Buffy equals water damage."

At least she's all tired out, and sleeping now.

I take a look at Buffy all curled up in bed.

I wonder if she knows just how adorable she is right now?

My eyes linger a little too long on her lithe form.

Okay, Ms. Rosenberg. None of that. It's time for me to go to sleep too.

I walk over to the bed, in my white tank top, which is feeling a little bit
too tight at the moment, and my boxers, which would be inappropriate if we
haven't had already seen each other buck naked.

I slip into bed, careful not to wake her, but her body instinctively moves
and her arms are around me, pulling me into her body.

"Buffy?" I whisper. She snuggles her head into my chest in response.

Must be her instinctive need for Mr. Gordo.

I settle into bed, and allow her to find her comfort zone, which just
happens to be resting her head on my chest, and pressing her knee between my
legs. Gulp.

I feel her heart beating, hear her breathing, and feel her snuggling closer.

If I wasn't worried about waking her up, I might try to move. Yeah right.

I satisfy myself with simply lying here, holding her, watching her sleep,
and absorbing her warmth.

Hopefully, tomorrow will bring a solution.

Oh, Goddess, tomorrow! I hope Buffy has a short memory. Yup, I do. If she
doesn't, that means? I have to? and I wouldn't want? to? because, that would
be wrong, and? wrong is bad? and bad is naughty? and naughty is sexy? no not
sexy. Bad Willow.


To be continued.