FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 7/? {w/b}

["satanslilangl" <satanslilangl@xxxxxxxxx>]

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(Author's Note: Sorry about the long de-lay between the chapters! I 
just had a HUGE amount of work to do, and I still do, but I felt 
guilty about my lack-of-updates. I know that I promised smoochies, 
and you'll get them! [Please remember that I suck at romance, so 
don't get your hopes up too much!] Enjoy, and DON'T FORGET TO 
REVIEW!)

= = = (*Fire and Lightning*) = = = 

Buffy turned the knob and opened the door, stepping into Giles' 
apartment. As she walked through the door she quickly took a deep 
breath, preparing to yell for her watcher. 

"GI-!" she started, but stopped when she was Willow resting on the 
Englishman's couch. She slowly sauntered over to the red-head, and 
the witch smiled up at her.

"Hey there Slayer," Willow said, lazily.

"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked suspiciously, though she was 
smiling broadly. 

"I only had one class after psych, so I went and got lunch, and 
decided to wait for you to drop by after your English Lit. 
class . . ." Willow said quietly. Little did the two girls know 
that they were not alone. Giles was watching them from the top of 
the stairs. He wanted to give the two girls a bit of privacy. 
{Surely they'll be talking about their personal live, and that's none 
of my business!} he'd thought. 

"You know me too well." Buffy said, flopping down on the couch next 
to her.

"I have to. I'm the best friend." Willow put her hand on the 
Slayer's knee. Buffy looked down at it, and put her own over the 
Witch's. both girls smiled as they linked fingers. 

"Buffy?" Willow started delicately, "We need to talk about Riley. 
It's not what you think . . ." Willow got up, letting go of the 
Slayer's hand. 

"Then what is it?" she asked, her voice finally revealing the 
jealousy she secretly felt. Willow kneeled before the blond.

"He came to me," Willow started, putting a hand on each of Buffy's 
knees, "Looking for advice on how to get you to like him." Buffy 
looked downright shocked. "Yeah, you." Willow said, laughing.

"He REALLY not my type!" Buffy said, holding in a laugh.

"What just 'cause he's not dead . . ?" Willow said jokingly, knowing 
that if anyone else had said that they'd get Slayer-Slapped. Buffy 
smiled wryly and laughed sarcastically at her friend's joke. 

"No! It's cause he's a cheese obsessed psychology weirdo that seems 
to be stalking me." Willow had to bit her lip to keep from 
laughing. "Not to mention Teutonic."

"Buffy, I think I'd better explain this whole cheese thing!" the 
witch laughed.

"What? Did he grow up on a dairy farm?" Willow shook her head 
smiling.

"He came to me saying that he liked you, and that he wanted to date 
you. He also mention the fact that he didn't know anything about 
you and that limited the amount of things he could talk to you 
about." Buffy raised an eyebrow at this. "He asked me what you 
liked so he could try to try to have a conversation with you. For 
reason known to you and unknown to Riley, I wasn't very forth-
coming." Willow blushed, and Buffy smiled.

"You're cute when you blush." The slayer whispered. The witch 
turned a dark shade of crimson.

"I wanted to give him something. He's a pretty cool guy, and I 
thought you'd like him . . . but I also didn't want to make it too 
easy for him."

"And . . ." Buffy encouraged.

"And I told him that you like cheese." Both girls laughed. "And at 
the party I told him that you like to dance, and that's when he told 
me he didn't know how." Buffy each of Willow's hands in her own, 
pulling the witch in close.

"What would Riley do if he found out you set him up to fail?" Buffy 
said in mock indignation. Willow smiled, and turn away as she 
blushed.

"I told him to back off." Willow said embarrassed. "I told him that 
you had your eye on someone else, and that you were just waiting for 
the right time." Willow took a long pause, and looked the Slayer in 
the eye, he worry visible. "Did I lie to him?"

"No." the blond responded, shaking her head. She pulled the red-
head closer, the faces inches apart, and whispered to her 
breathily, "And I've got more then just an eye on you . . ." she 
leaned forward and capture the pink lips that rested mere inches from 
her own. 

A slow dull heat started to grow in the Slayer's stomach getting more 
and more scorching with each passing second. Buffy let go of the 
witch's hands and ran them up the girl's arms. Her palms wrapping 
around the red-head's hips she pulled he closer. Willow was now 
straddling the Blonde's lap.

Willow gasped at the electrifying touch from the Slayer's fingers. 
The Witch's mouth opened, welcoming the shorter girl's seeking 
tongue. Time seemed to speed up as Buffy gently explored her 
mouth. Willow had never been kissed like this, Oz had always kissed 
her slowly and mathematically. This was Raw, and Passionate, and 
Wild and Willow was enjoying every second of it. She ran her hands 
through silky blond hair, thinking of how many times she'd wanted to 
do this, remembering how many years she had wasted before finally 
telling Buffy how she felt.

Then suddenly it was all over. They had snapped apart, Buffy was in 
need of Oxygen and Willow was long past due. They rested their 
foreheads against each-other's, panting slightly. Willow open her 
eyes to find Buffy's hazel ones looking at her piercingly, as though 
trying to see past her face and into her soul (or possibly deeper). 
She looked worried.

"Willow," Buffy said slowly, "I-" 

"Buffy, please!" She whispered urgently, "Don't take it back. 
Please, don't take that away from me? I've wanted to do that for so 
long . . ." Willow trailed off almost tearful. Buffy pulled the 
girl tightly to her, rocking gently.

"I won't take it back." She whispered in her ear, "But I won't do it 
again." At that Willow let slip a sob she had been holding in. 
Buffy pulled back and looked at the crying vision of Willow. "At 
least not for a while." She smiled and gave the witch a short peck 
on the cheek. She pulled the girl to her again until Willow spoke.

"Uh, Buffy?" Willow asked slowly, having regained her composer, "Why 
am I on your lap?" Both girls separated, and looked at their sitting 
arrangements. Willow's knees were wrapped around the Slayer's hips, 
and still gripped them rather tightly, as she sat on the blonde's 
lap. Buffy looked up at Willow, surprise written on her face. "I 
don't remember moving."

"I think I might have pulled you . . ." Buffy said grimacing. Both 
girls blushed as Willow got up. She walked over to Giles' chair and 
sighed as she sat down. She realized that it had been more 
comfortable sitting with Buffy. 

"Buffy?" Willow whispered, "How long is a while?" Buffy smiled, and 
mouthed 'Soon' as Giles slowly descended the stairs.

(Author's Note #2: REMEMBER TO REVIEW! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!)

[Spoiler: Next chapter will take place during the episode that would 
have been titled "Pangs" (the thanx-giving one), except that I've 
kinda made this AU, what with the whole Willow/Buffy thing . . .]