FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 3/? [W/B]

["satanslilangl" <satanslilangl@xxxxxxxxx>]

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===(*Loves Gone & Lost*)===

"Movies?" she asked, knowing she wasn't in the mood.

"Dropped them running up here. You want me to go find them?" Buffy 
asked, wanting to comfort her friend.

"No I think I just want to rest." Buffy snuggled up close behind her 
redheaded friend.

"I'll rest with you. That was more excitement then I was expecting 
for tonight."

"I miss Oz." Willow wrapped her arms around her stomach, the way Oz 
had done when they slept together. 

"So do I." Buffy saw the witch's need for comfort, so she pulled her 
arms around her friend's waist, forcing her hands under the girl's. 

Willow didn't know how to react to this. She hadn't expected this 
kind of reaction from the Slayer. She wasn't about to refuse it 
though.

"Why do you miss him?" She asked, simply curious.

"He's the one that gets people to calm down. I miss his levelheaded 
view of things." She gave the girl a squeeze and whispered into her 
ear, "Plus he made my Willow happy. He could always make you smile."

Willow shivered slightly at the level of intimacy between herself and 
the Slayer. She took Buffy's hands in hers and closed her eyes, 
sinking into the warmth provided.

Buffy nuzzled into the witch's hair a little. She loved the Cherry-
Cranberry smell of the flaming-red locks. She hugged her friend 
tightly to her, missing the closeness they had had before Oz became 
such a large part of Willow's life.

"Do you miss Angel at all?" she asked, sounding sleepy.

"All the time. I miss the relationship we had."

"What do you mean?"

"The way sex was never really an issue. Yeah, okay, when I wanted it 
and couldn't have it I got frustrated . . . but it was nice not 
worrying about weather or not he'd break up with me because 
we 'didn't have enough sex', or that I 'wasn't enough to fulfill his 
manly urges' you know?" The witch nodded. "Did you even think you 
weren't enough for Oz?"

"NEVER crossed my mind. I usually had to bring up the idea of it. 
He never refused, but he never initiated it either."

"Never?"

"Well, the first time I tried to, he turned me down. Said he wanted 
to wait. Then the first time we . . . you know, it was his idea. 
Probably to say 'It was the right time' or whatever."

"Sorry about interrupting you, by the way." Willow blushed, 
remembering her first time.

"That's okay. I don't know if it's normal, but it was really 
awkward afterwards. Was it like that with you and Angel?"

"No, Angel and I both fell right to sleep afterwards. {Though when I 
woke up he'd gone and left me! Stupid-Evil-Dead-Guy!}

"Wait?!" Willow sat up suddenly, looking at Buffy "How did you know 
you had . . .-"

"When we met up at the Mansion . . ." Buffy blushed, not wanting to 
have to admit it, "I could smell it. Slayer senses can me really 
annoying." Willows eye were bugged as she lowered herself back down 
to the bed.

"You can tell all that just by smell?" she asked, lifting her arm 
slightly, expecting Buffy to wrap her arms around her again. When 
the slayer didn't she looked to see that the slayer had turned over 
onto her other side. Willow sat up and rubbed the blonde's back, 
trying to get her to talk.

"Buffy? What's wrong?"

"Yeah. It's just hard, you know? I miss him so much."

"I know what you mean. I'm still trying to grasp that Oz is really 
gone."

"Hey Will?" She said sitting up, "Let's do that thing they do at 
funerals, and talk about the good times rather then brood over the 
fact that they're gone?"

Willow smiled and sat against the headboard, indicating for the blond 
to start them off.

"Um . . ." Buffy sat at the foot of the bed, Indian-style "Oh! 
Remember the first time I met Angel? He was fallowing me in the 
creepy stalking kind of way he used to, and I attacked him?" Buffy 
started laughing, soon joined by Willow. Their dorm rang with 
laughter. 

"I remember you telling me about that!" she said, then when into a 
fit of hysterics as she recalled, "And then you pinned him to the 
ground! Ha Ha! And then he was like 'I'd thought you'd be taller. 
Or bigger muscles and all that.'" Both girls broke into fits of 
giggles at the memory. 

"Remember that whole spiel Oz gave you about Pants for Monkey Animal-
Crackers?" Willow burst out laughing. 

" 'I have my hippo dignity!' " She said in-between fits of 
giggles. " 'And then there's a cou in the Zoo!' He always came up 
with the weirdest things!" Willow laughed at the memory.

"I wonder if his plan of attacking the Mayor with hummus would have 
worked?" Buffy asked, trying to keep a straight face, and failing. 

"I still can't believe that we blew up the school!" Willow laughed as 
she leaned her head against the head-board. Buffy couldn't help but 
lick her lips at the sight of Willow's long pale neck. It looked so 
inviting to the Slayer. {. . . I just want to nibble it . . .}

Buffy quickly shook her head, wondering were those thought were 
coming from.

"I remember thinking it was SO romantic the way Angel showed up at 
the prom. I'd hoped he'd show, but I didn't think he actually 
would." She looked at Buffy and saw that the blond was slightly 
flushed.

"Hey Will?" she asked quietly, "Do you think he misses me?" Willow 
smiled sadly.

"I know he does." She took Buffy's hand and held it in both of her 
own.

"Do you think Oz'll ever come back?" Willow bowed her head, not sure 
if she wanted to hear the answer.

"How could he not?" Buffy asked, lifting her friend's face with a 
crooked finger. "He's got a beautiful woman waiting for her werewolf 
to come home to the Hellmouth."

"You really think so Buffy?" The witch sounded almost hopeful.

"I know so." She said playfully poking the witch in the stomach. 
Willow jumped and giggled, unable to keep from laughing.

"Oh! Ticklish huh?!" Willow shook her head 'No'. Buffy started 
gently poking Willow in the stomach and ribs. The Red-Head fought 
to keep a straight face and her mouth closed. 

"Come on Will! You're turning Beet-Red!!" Buffy continued her 
tickling with renewed vigor. Finally, the damn broke and Willow's 
loud laughter came flooding out. She fell back on the bed and tried 
to bat the Slayer's hands away.

"Ha Ha! No, Buffy! Please! Ha Ha!" Buffy gave an Evil Cackle and 
tickled the witch more. Willow managed to roll over and off the 
bed. She got up and tried to run from the room (still laughing 
hysterically). 

"Oh no you don't!" Buffy called as she grabbed the girl around the 
waist.

"Ah! Buffy!" Willow was thrown onto the Slayer's bed, and once again 
tickled mercilessly.

"Okay! Okay! I give! I Give!" Both girls flopped down onto the bed, 
laying on their backs, and totally exhausted! 

"Hey Buff?" Willow said, trying to regulate her breathing.

"Yeah?" Buffy giggled.

"Thanks for cheering me up."

To Be Continued . . .

~VixenRaign~