FIC: Girl's Night Out *TOO* (1a/?) (B/W) (PG)

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Title: Girl's Night Out *TOO*  
Author: Ivy Gort
Spoilers: Fifth Season
Email: Ivygort@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Rating:PG
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Pairing: Buffy and Willow
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Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just torturing them for you.
Summary: Things aren't right with our Slayer.
BETA: Ann Marie is the Great Goddess. She has to be a Goddess there is no other answer. I feel like you guys should send the feedback to her.

**NOTES: This story started out as a sequel to Girl's Night Out, just likeI promised BH Virgo, only it's turned into something else. I do not consider this story as the answer BH Virgo's challenge.**

 

 

 

 

Girl's Night Out Too


 

 

We were back at the Bronze dancing. It was a nice surprise to see that 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby' were back in business. Devon had dropped by for a brief chat between sets and it had been fun to talk about old times.

 

Though, it wasn't so much fun that it made up for the fact that I was dragged here against my will. Just like I dragged Buffy here last week against hers. It was girl's night out, again. Only instead me of trying to help Buffy over Riley; Buffy is helping me get over Tara. She thinks that Tara left me, that when she returned from the Wiccan meeting in LA on Sunday she had decided to move out. But it was really me telling Tara I no longer loved her.

 

How could I keep living a lie? How could I let her think that she was my soul mate when she wasn't? How could I keep denying the fact that I love Buffy and have since the first time I spoke to her.

 

I look up to see Buffy dancing with some guy that had asked her. She lovesto dance, she loves to move for the sheer joy it brings her. She's not the best dancer in the club, nor is she the prettiest girl, but there is justsomething about her zest for life that attracts people. It's in the way she moves on the dance floor and in the way she fights, she has a fluid grace. Buffy is a predator in love with the hunt, in love with the game. It can be any hunt, the best buy at Target, or the Chaos demon about to end theworld; it's all the same to her.

 

I watch her when she's dancing, or when she's fighting, and I almost feel like a voyeur because hunting, or fighting, slaying is like sex for her. The build up, the chase, the fight, then the climax of the kill. It's all the same and what truly frightens her is that it doesn't matter which she does . and that is her terrible secret.

 

'A delicate ferocity' that draws people to her like a flame does a moth.

 

And oh God, sometimes in the darkest of nights she comes to me in my dreams. Not as my best friend, or even as a lover, but as the Slayer, the conqueror, and I gladly surrender to her.

 

And that is my terrible secret.

 

Not only men ask her to dance, women too. I remember the first time a woman asked her, she looked at me as if asking for permission and then said yes. She danced with . Sonja . I think that was her name. for the rest of night. Then she had to put up with Xander jokes for a week.  

 

"A penny for your thoughts?" Buffy asks, standing close to me and smiling. She then takes her seat, opens her bottled water and takes a sip. Since the Spike incident last week we've decided that it's safer to just drink bottled water when out.  

 

"Will?" She looks at me worried.

 

"Nothing Buffy, I was really thinking about . nothing." I finish lamely. What can I tell her? That you confessed your undying love me for just last week and then forgot about it? That I've dreamed of you every night since? I've dreamed of your taste, the way you smell, of those strong hands roaming my body, touching me in ways that no one ever has? I've dreamed of makinglove to you, the woman, and of being dominated by the beast?

 

You think that you and the Slayer are different. You don't know who you areor what you can become because you're afraid of it.

 

"Will you're scaring me." She says, her warm hand on my arm sending a hot fire through my body. I look at it, then up into confused hazel eyes that seem to come alive as I fall into them. I pull away from her gaze and it breaks the spell that held us. She yanks her hand back as if it had been burned and turns away to wave down a waiter. I can tell it's all a tactic to avoid looking at me while the blush rises on her cheeks.

 

And I let her get away with it; I can't push her . she's too fragile.

 

While I believe what she said under the influence of the drug was the truth, I know that I can't rush her. Which is all the more frustrating; I want her, I want to make love to her, I want to share my life with her, I want to see her wake up in the morning and go to sleep with her at night until we're 100 years old. And I know that's she's not going to live much longer, so every moment she's not in my arms I feel cheated. One night, maybe tonight, she'll go out to fight the good fight and die.

 

Then I will never know what she looks like when she climaxes. Or how her face lights up at the sunrise, or see the light shinning in her eyes at Xander's jokes-I don't want her light to burn out-I want to be singed by her flame forever.

 

"Will?" She's turned back to me recovered. I know I've worried her and I can't stop the tear that runs down my face. "Ah, Willow, I'm sorry." She says, getting up to take me in her arms. Which opens the floodgates because now I can imagine what it would be like for her to take me into her arms for a different reason.

 

I remember everything about last Friday night; the way she looked at me, the intensity, her desire, her need to make me understand that she loved me. As soon as her lips touched mine I was lost in her. When her tongue askedfor entrance it was like she was making love to me.

 

Gods I want to push her! I want her right now, on the floor of the Bronze would work for me. We're sitting on the high stools so I fit perfectly intothe hug. "I'm sorry Tara left, I liked her." Buffy continues, oblivious to the real reason I'm crying. She's rubbing my back and it's leaving trailsof fire everywhere she touches. I can't stop my reaction to it, so I haveto push her away before she can 'feel' my arousal. Buffy can feel other'semotions; it's like her vampire sense; only with human emotion.

 

And speaking of her vampire sense; her question at my odd behavior dies on her lips as she gets very still. It's like she's listening to something only she can hear. I feel it, her whatever it is, leave her body and fly out-lightly touching all the patrons of the noisy crowded club. She turns in a circle, looking up to balcony and now that I'm looking for it, even I canspot the vampire. She's scrawny, with a prison camp appearance that givesthe impression of starvation.

 

"Be right back Willow, hold that thought." Buffy tells me, grabs a stake out of her purse and starts to rush to the stairs. For some reason Devon andthe band picks that exact moment to come back from break. If it wasn't that Devon was the leader I'd think it was planned. But I got no bad vibes off him earlier so I just think it's bad timing. Still--it causes the dance floor to fill with people--blocking the stairs. Buffy turns to go the other way when she sees the vampire grab a man and sink her fangs in his neck.  

 

I can only watch in fascination as the man's mouth opens in a scream but the music drowns out any sound. And now my spidery sense goes off because I from where I'm sitting I see another shadow lurking on the balcony. I start up from my seat just as Buffy gathers herself to jump straight up the 15 feet-it's the only way to save the man.  

 

Right when she jumps I see the shadow move and it's like everything slows down or happens at the same time, or . I don't know. Buffy lands on the balcony behind the feeding vamp and stakes her in one motion, then looks down to see if anyone saw her, I start to wave and point at the vampire rushing up behind her . I think she spots me, she turns with the stake up . and thevampire runs directly into it.  

 

I can tell that the stake found it mark but the vampire's momentum carries it into Buffy, who then slams against the railing. The railing snaps and both the vampire and Buffy start to fall. I watch in horror as Buffy tries to twist in air the like a cat to land on her feet, only the vampire stays solid just long enough to throw her balance off, so she lands in a heap on the floor.  

 

My mind goes completely blank for the few seconds that she lays still. I've seen Buffy jump out of 3 and 4 story buildings before so I don't think a 15 foot drop would hurt her under normal circumstances. But then the nagging little voice starts up, 'she couldn't protect herself when she fell, shecould have hit her head ..' 

 

She starts to move and that breaks the paralysis that had gripped me. She grabs her shoulder and I can tell from here it's dislocated. Which is ok, she's had them before, she'll have them again. I push my way through the crowd that's forming around her. She's still lying on the floor when I get there and kneel next to her. She's biting her lower lip to keep from screaming, the pain is so intense. I reach out to touch her arm to see if I canjust pop the shoulder back in joint but she shies away from me.

 

"Don't Will," she forces out through gritted teeth. "It'll stop hurting so bad in a few." Someone taps me on my shoulder and I turn around the see the owner of the Bronze.

 

"I called an ambulance." He tells me over the rumbling of the crowd.

 

"No! Will, just no." I look into Buffy stricken face. I had thought she had gotten over her hospital fear.  

 

"Buffy that shoulder needs to be tended to and it's .." I'm interrupted when she reaches out her uninjured hand to grab my arm. I could see the spasms ripple down her back and across her shoulders. She has to bite down the cry of pain before it leaves her mouth.

 

"Willow a hospital is open, it's not safe and I can't defend myself now." She pronounces words clearly, slowly; the pain so intense she has to force the words out. I know she's right; I can't protect her in a hospital. At home, yes, where there are weapons, and some ingredients for my spells.

 

"Giles'--get me to Giles." She tells me and I wonder if she hadn't hit her head.

 

"Giles is out of town." I remind her, looking around at the faces in the crowd wondering how many were vampires or friends of the demon population. "We didn't bring a car and you can't walk." 

 

"I can walk." She tells me, getting to her feet and then nearly goes back down as a spasm makes her entire side clinch. I take her good arm and place it over my shoulders, supporting her.

 

"You can't fight ." I start thinking the hospital is the only way to go, regardless of the open house for demons.

 

Devon steps up to us then, "Willow I have my van. I wouldn't mind giving you a lift." He says, looking around, just like I was, wondering who the bad guys were.  

 

"I still can't get her to the car." I tell him, "We would be a sitting ducks for even a minor demon trying ." I'm interrupted by two of the Bronze's bouncers; they are carrying huge wooden clubs. 

 

"She's saved our asses more times than we can count; we'll get you to the car." The burly blonde says and I notice three patrons in sunglasses go and sit back down at the bar. Sunglasses at night . meant demon.

 

"Ok you win." I know when I'm beaten. Besides, Giles' house is safer and he does have everything there to take care of Buffy. We start toward the door and I'm shocked and pleased to see the band and several of the patrons form up around us, I think I recognize one or two from High School but I'm not sure. Either way it doesn't matter because we make it to the van with no problems.  

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TBC in part One B