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Fic: Let the Games Begin 1/4



Hi. I'm new. I just heard of this list. I have a series of stories which seem appropriate here. Pardon if you've already read them. Thanks, Crys.

Title: Let The Games Begin
Author: C.L.
Email: pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Feedback: Yes, please
Distribution: If you have ‘em, you may have any others. If you want ‘em, ask and they shall be yours. Spoilers: None really. Think of a time past, present or future but everyone is a little more settled and happy.
Rating: NC17 Talk of sex and kink ahead.
Pairing: B/W sort of <g>
Disclaimer: I did not create nor do I own the characters or their premise. Joss Whedon did and does. This is for fan fun and no profit.
Summery: A night of confessions leads to something more.
One last thing: This will hopefully start a series of stories called “The Game”. I watch the show, but they will not be dependent on the show. I don’t know if the characters would really do this, but I know that people do. I have. <eg> So, suspend your beliefs and read on...


Let the Games Begin
By Crys Loch


Sometimes summers are hotter than hell... and often desires are more dangerous than demons.

Buffy was still bouncing in her step. Just as she was slipping into the hell hole in her mind reserved for her relationships and all the thoughts thereof, a half dozen young vampires came calling for her through the cemetery. Apparently the thinking went that they would be enough to take her. She didn’t recognize any of the faces as friends or even townie strangers so was more than happy to see them and escape her mind for the release that is slaying. They never had a chance, much less the odds, and her thoughts turned to pondering the rush she could now admit slaying gave her and the buzz that was dancing around her body. She was feeling much better now and wanting to end the night on a happy note, Buffy bounced off to Willow’s house to check in on her friend. Willow had invited her to drop by if she liked- an informal come if you may, no big thing, so no worries. She knew Willow’s parents weren’t home and kinda wondered why she wasn’t staying with Tara as per the norm. But having the invite decided to just let herself in and skipped smoothly up the stairs two at a time to Willow’s bedroom.

It was a hot summer night and one that was now a little safer for the young mortals seeking adventures before the sun rose, but still Willow was holed up in her old bedroom/summer Res. researching on her computer. Buffy just grinned at her, remembering something about the more things change... before landing on the bed, legs crossed, her body leaning on the pillows.

“Wills, put that away, you’re scaring me.” Buffy stated to her friend’s back.

Willow turned to gage serious or smirk and had to grin herself at seeing a Buffy at full smile and bouncing like a child.

“Just give me one moment to save this and close it up.” Willow replied turning back to her work, her mind still focused behind her though, knowing that a bouncing slayer could at any moment do anything.

Sure enough, faster than she could register the sound of movement, Buffy bounded to the end of the bed, grabbed the back of Willow’s desk chair and suddenly reclined it till she rested on Buffy’s knees.

Willow looked up at what appeared to be upside down looking Buffy. “Hi”, said a smiling Buffy as she leaned over Willow, looking deep into her eyes in a covert check into her friend’s emotional state.

Willow for her part just started to laugh. “Put me down, or up, or... just put me back please.”

“You don’t know if you’re coming or going huh?” Buffy taunted as she raised the chair back to its upright position, relieved at the lack of negative in her friend’s eyes.

“I always know when I’m coming.” Willow followed without thinking, only realizing until the last word. ‘Well,’ she thought to herself, ‘we’ll just see how she reacts to that.’

Buffy’s eyebrows raised but only because Willow never bantered in sexual tones and themes, but Buffy never gave it a thought past ‘cool’. She was in a mood and this was only juicing it.

“Well I would hope so,” Buffy replied, “or I would have to show you how it’s done.”

Willow turned around now, her turn for raised eyebrows and a smirk. The computer was safely off, but the research was still running through her mind.

“Show me?” Willow intoned, the double or possible triple meaning of the offer playing in her voice.

Buffy paused for a moment, smile frozen but mind racing, tallying the implied possibilities, then she unfroze and her smile grew mischievously at Willow and shrugged in a ‘take it any way you want’ gesture.

“I had a great night tonight.” Buffy countered, switching the topic knowing it would only circle back round.

“Hmmm” Willow made the ‘continue’ sound, smiling when she realized that not only could she finally flirt-joke with Buffy, but that it didn’t become a competition.

“Yep,” continued Buffy, “I did a lot of thinking, the admitting kind, while I was patrolling. And just when I starting to do too much thinking, the worrying- regretting kind, along came a pack of vamps to take my mind off any thinking. And then I got so buzzed I decided to see my fav. So, what did I interrupt that at first seemed like it might be work, but now I’m not so sure...?”

“Nothing.” Willow practiced the poker face Xander had taught her along with the game.

“Wills, I know you better than that, I can tell... come on, spill.” Buffy was not worried with what she might hear, but with Willow’s instant denial she was getting crazy curious.

“Nothing really, just school work.” Willow was still trying poker face in case Buffy was trying a bluff.

“School is out, summer is in. And you don’t flirt, so what were you looking at that I interrupted?” Buffy chose the direct approach, being thrown slightly off balance by Willow’s lack of blush or stammer.

Willow sighed and gave in to the rising blush and the faint smile. “You wouldn’t believe me or believe it of me even if you saw... Let me tell ya all about it another time. I’m not in the mood for what may be freak, and neither are you.” Willow wanted to be honest with her friend and wanted to share what she has been getting into, but she had to be honest with herself about the possible outcome too.

Buffy froze again, this time in some shock. Running through possible Jerry Springer topics in her mind she gauged her freak factor. “Okay, here’s the deal, as long as it doesn’t involve leaving me and never seeing me again, I’m alright with whatever you can come up with. Honest. I’ve been self realization Buffy tonight and it’s strangely calming. And I’d really like to tell my best friend, so if I confess, you confess, and we’ll have a fun night of it.”

“Buffy, if it’s strangely calming then why are you bouncing on the bed? Not that it isn’t fun to watch.”

Intrigue won over fears, and the flirting had shoved shy into the corner, so Willow joined Buffy on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, all curious confidence with flirt rising to the fore again.

“Happy, relieved, released, juiced... I don’t know, a lot of things.” Buffy turned around to face her friend, it dawning on her what she proposed. That sobered her up some and she calmed down.

“Alright, well you first. Do we need anything? Less lights? Some food? I’m sorry my parents don’t drink, some alcohol might be good right now. We’ve just never done this before, so I don’t know. We always just hide it and wait till the world is about to end or some fight drags something out.” Willow started the babble, then stopped herself. She was getting better about that.

“Well, less light would be more nice. And hey, why do I have to go first?”

Willow got up from the bed and started lighting candles before turning off the overhead light. “Because, I called ‘you first’ first.” She merrily responded climbing back onto the bed now that the lighting was adjusted.

Buffy gave a small groan and Willow couldn’t help but respond with something Buffy thought looked like a predatory smile. A wave of curious fired her will to continue on this night’s strange path. “Okay, but one question first before I forget?”

With deep breath and return of poker face, Willow steeled herself and said, “Sure”.

Buffy’s smile was full of mischief and she realized what had thrown her off balance before and asked right out, “So, who taught you how to make a poker face?”

Willow was not expecting anything like that question and suddenly broke up laughing. After a moment she was able to answer, Buffy waiting patiently, amusement filling her eyes. “Well, Xander’s been teaching me how to play poker and with that he’s been trying to teach me how to bluff. So, poker face. I’ve been practicing as often as I can. Seems a handy thing really. But it didn’t seem to work tonight.”

“Oh, it worked sorta, kinda. Really threw me off balance. I could tell you were hiding something, but no blush, no stammer. I just know you too well. That and the whole suddenly flirty. Which I like by the way. Is on the fun side. So, is Xander teaching you strip poker?” Buffy added at the end, in part for fun, in part just in case it’s true.

“No. And thank you. I just wasn’t sure how you would take flirty combined with kinda gay. Now, no more delaying. You’re first, so what’s the self revs?” Willow was relieved about the flirting. Since she had become comfortable with the whole liking women bit, it had been almost impossible not to flirt with Buffy. She meant it as “just flirting” but wasn’t sure if Buffy would have seen it that way.

Buffy turned over on her back so she could watch the fire shadows on the ceiling instead of the reactions of her friend. And so laying across the foot of the bed, she began.

“Okay, um, a couple things said out loud first?”

“Shoot.”

“Well, everything said here stays here and that goes without saying but I said it anyway, no offense.”

“None taken and of course. Anything else?” Willow hoped that there was something else because that really did go without saying.

“Yes, um, joking is allowed and welcome. I don’t want this to get all heavy and worry like, because I don’t feel bad about any of this. A little sad about a few things, but no bad. So, can we try that?” Buffy was feeling good about her thoughts, but mostly she really liked the vibe here tonight and didn’t want it to come crashing down.

“Okay, this is now an angst free zone. Though, knowing this town, there’s probably a city code we’re breaking or something.” Willow tried for the joke reply to show her support for joking, but she knew that one fell kinda flat.

Laughing anyway, Buffy replied, “Okay, well you don’t have to force them or anything, but you know what I mean. So, these thoughts aren’t just from tonight. Some are from way back. Some are a new way of looking at old things. Well, anyway, my first Rev should start things off nicely.” Buffy was just staring at the dancing shadows, took a deep breath and continued. “Okay, so first off I’m also kinda gay.” She paused, waiting to hear the reaction.

“Oh, well that I kinda knew. But I didn’t know that you would know.” Willow couldn’t help but blow the surprise on that one.

“What do you mean you kinda knew? How did you know?” Buffy asked, turning now to the side to watch Willow.









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