FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 9/? {w/b}

["satanslilangl" <satanslilangl@xxxxxxxxx>]

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Author's Note: Hope you like this chapter, also written during 
Biology (not Calculus), so if you don't like the style . . . . TELL 
ME! I'll go back to Brainstorming during my dull math sessions!

= = = (*Flashes Of Truth*) = = = 

Buffy was dozing, trying to sleep off her Tears and Thanksgiving 
Turkey. She was deeply asleep, dreaming of something that she 
couldn't explain. They felt like memories, but she knew they 
couldn't be. {There's just no way!} she told herself, {They can't 
have happened!} . . . but they had. She was remembering what 
happened while she'd been Cave Slayer. The Cursed Beer had forced 
her to forget, and like the Mystery Voice had told her, the memories 
were returning in her dreams. 

They came in flashes, like lightning. She could only see through 
her mind's muddled darkness for a second, then it was just as quickly 
gone. What she saw excited her and scared her. It made her blood 
boil, and her heart race. Every few seconds the flickers of 
memories came, in full sound and color. And all of them containing 
Willow.

Flash! Willow crying on her bed, and then back to darkness. Flash! 
Cave Slayer giving Willow a hug. Blackness again. Flash! Buffy 
picking up the Witch and laying her down on the bed comfortably. 
Emptiness. Buffy was so confused, the flashes were fast and bright 
and she could see it as though she was there. She could feel every 
touch she watched herself partake in . . . {But they cannot be real!} 
she told her self, {they CAN'T be!}

Flash! Buffy holding Willow on the bed. Flash! Buffy kissing Willow 
without resistance. Flash! Willow kissing her back! The flashes 
were faster now, blending slightly. Coming together like the notes 
of a skipping CD. She could feel Willow's lips, smell the Witch's 
hair. It was all so intense and overwhelming. Faster and faster 
the flashes came until they melded together like a flipbook of 
memories. {No! This Can't Be! She Would Have Told Me! NO!}

She watched herself lay the Witch to the bed, and crawl up next to 
her. She remembered stroking her best friends face, the soft skin 
like warm porcelain, thinking how much she wanted to make her 
smile. She could feel herself kissing the tears away; saw the 
shocked look in Willow's eyes. Then came the heat. The heat Buffy 
had felt every time the two of them touched since that night. The 
same burning fiery desire that took her over like a title wave of 
want. She watched herself lean down and connect lips with the 
Witch. {Our First Kiss . . .} Buffy thought, {I'm sorry I couldn't 
remember it . . . }

Buffy watched as her Cave-Slayer-Self kissed her shocked best friend, 
who slowly began to kiss back. She gently held the redhead around 
the middle, her prehistoric-self being as formidable as possible. 
Willow gripped her tightly, pulling her in close. Buffy was really 
heating up, she and Willow had kissed only once (in Buffy's modern-
mentality), and that was NOTHING like this! Willow was submissive 
yet demanding as the feeling of her warm tongue ran across the 
Slayer's lip. Buffy could only watch as she saw (and felt) her hand 
find it's way to the bottom of her best-friend's shirt. {Oh God, 
NO!} But, it was too late: she couldn't change the past.

Buffy watched in horror, worried that Willow would refuse the Cave-
Slayer and that she would forcibly take what she wanted from the 
Witch. But that wasn't the case. Just as Buffy felt her fingers 
making their way under the fabric, she felt Willow's hand cover her 
own.

'No, Buffy, don't do that.' Rang in her head. She felt her face 
contort into a sad frown, and her voice say the words 'Willow no 
like?' She sounded disappointed. Willow shook her head, 'No, Buffy, 
I like it, I just don't think we should.' Willow said 
comfortingly. 'Want make girl feel better . . . Girl so sad.' Willow 
sighed, and Buffy quickly kissed her. 'I know. But Buffy, you 
shouldn't do it if it's just to make me feel better.' 

She felt herself smile 'Not just that . . .' she kissed the redhead 
soundly. Willow looked suspicious 'Why else are you doing it?', 
Buffy sat back slightly, whispering her answer 'You make Buffy feel 
Happy . . .' Buffy answered slowly, hands trailing down her 
stomach, 'Make Buffy happy down here . . .' Willows eyes bugged as 
Buffy placed her hands just below her belly-button, over the zipper 
of her jeans. 'Buffy, I dunno-' Willow started, but was cut 
off. 'Buffy want make Willow Happy.' She kissed the Witch deeply 
taking her time to come back up for air 'VERY happy . . .' she 
finished. Willow was panting slightly, but nodded.

Buffy wanted to scream, she was in complete shock. {How could this 
have happened? How could Willow not have told me!?} Buffy looked on 
in astonishment as she climbed back atop her friend, once again 
kissing her vigorously. She shuddered with a mingling of guilt 
and pleasure as she felt her hand cup the Witch's breast over the 
shirt. It was brief, but it was indescribable. Even in her mind 
Buffy was panting, then slowly it started to fade.

The memories slowed, and the flashed returned. Flash! The Kisses 
slowing. Flash! The two girls stair at each other. Flash! The phone 
rings, Oz on the other end. Darkness. Flash: Buffy curling up and 
going to sleep.

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Emptiness.

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Flash: Willow hanging up the phone, and curling up next to her.

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Nothingness. 

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Flash: The Slayer and the Witch.

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Black. Shadows, Stillness, and Silence. Total and complete. The 
Dream fades, but the memories stay. The truth was unveiled, and all 
she wanted to do was cover it back up. Shame, and Guilt. All 
that's left is that feeling of unquenchable Heat and the taste of 
Willow . . . 

{ . . . What A Rush!}
~ ViXeN ~