FIC : "Of Stakes & Spells" 21/? (finally!)

["satanslilangl" <satanslilangl@xxxxxxxxx>]

Hey y'all!

i know it's been a fair wahile 
since my last up-date to this 
fic, but i got an E-Mail from a 
girl named Vicky asking for my 
help and well . . . she inspired 
me to pick this back up again.   
i hope you like this chapter, 
Vicky, because it all for you!!

~VixR~


	= = = (* Cold Feet *) = = = 

The two girls hurried inside their dorm room and switched on the 
small heater.   Taking off their slightly damp jackets and laying 
them over their desk chairs, they glanced at each other through the 
corners of their eyes.   The walk home had been surprisingly cold.   
True, it was early December, but this was Sunnydale.   It didn't 
snow . . . but id did Rain.   Why nature started to have a downpour 
with freezing winds just as they had to walk the whole way across 
town, the girls were clueless.

"I'm going to take a shower."  Buffy said quietly, picking up her 
bathroom accessories, towel, and pajamas.   Willow nodded and did the 
same.    Buffy walked into her stall and undressed, simply tossing 
her sodden garments over the door, placing the towel on the little 
hook on the out-side of the small booth.   As she washed her hair and 
rinsed the cold rain off of her skin, she felt numb, and not because 
of the chilly walk home.   She let the water wash over her, trying to 
think things through.

{Is this really for the best?} She questioned. {Were Willow and I 
happier when we were just friends?}   She needed an answer, and for 
once, the other little voice in her head felt like keeping to it's 
self.   {Great, just my luck . . . went I want it, I can't have it; 
when I've got it I wish it was gone.}   She heard Willow leave the 
bathroom, and Buffy sighed.   It'd been a long day, and piled up 
after yesterday . . . well, things were intense.   {But not always 
bad intense . . .} she thought, a smirk spreading across her lips at 
the memory of the two nights previous.

"Mmm, Willow." Buffy whispered as she let the hot water slowly work 
the tension out of her sore muscles.   After sitting in the hard 
chair in the hospital for so long her body was aching.   {How can 
doing so little hurt so much?}  She wondered, taking one last deep 
breath of steam before shutting the water off.   After drying off and 
switching into her Yummy Sushi Pajamas, she gathered her things and 
headed back to the room.   

Willow was sitting at her desk, adorning a pair of sweat pans and an 
over-sized t-shirt.   {She looks cute . . .} Buffy thought, then 
shook her head.   {You're such a sap when it comes to Willow.   She 
could go all Sam Shepard on you and still she would be adorable to 
you.}  Buffy climbed into her bed and pulled the sheets up to chin.   
Even with the heater on, the room seemed to be no warmer than when 
she left.   As the blonde laid her head on the pillow and watched the 
read-head, she remembered something.   {The last time I slept in this 
bed was with her}.   Buffy smiled as said bedmate began color-coding 
her notes.   

She didn't know how long she'd laid there in the semi-darkness, just 
watching.   Watching Willow do her Willowy-thing had always seemed 
very endearing to Buffy, and she'd been watching her perfect it for 
years.   Slowly the Slayer started to fall asleep, not even noticing 
it; her mind was filled with memories of the red-head over the time 
they'd know each other, the little things she'd observed.   {I used 
to love her hair,} Buffy thought sleepily, {Way back when it was long 
and she used to let me braid it for her . . . or the way Willow would 
mumble in her sleep about frogs on the nights when she'd stay over, 
and then wrap her arms around me. . .}   

An hour later, Buffy woke with a start.   A loud rumble of thunder 
had issued from the rain-clouds above, and had stirred the blonde out 
of her sleep.   In the silence that fallowed, she realized that, 
well . . . it wasn't really silent.   Looking over towards Willow's 
bed, she heard a quiet clicking sound.   As the next bold of 
lightning issued, Buffy saw that the Witch was balled up under the 
sheets, chattering.   It was evident that the heater was busted, and 
Willow - - not being a slayer - - was starting to feel the effects.   

She watched as the girl shifted, and pulled her knees up to chest.   
Buffy had to admit this coldness was pretty extreme . . . but hey, 
Life On The Hellmouth.   Without warning, the blonde got up out of 
her own bed and walked over to her girl-friends.   The redhead didn't 
even seem to notice until the sheets' being pulled up caused a cool 
drift.   Crawling under the comforter, the Slayer watched as Willow's 
eyes widened in shock.

"Buffy!   What are you  "  She started, but never go to finish.   
Buffy pushed her back down onto the bed, and reached for the hem of 
her shirt.  "BUFFY!"   Willow yelled suddenly.

"Will, I know how much you hate to miss class, so please just trust 
me." Buffy cut her off, placing a delicate finger to the girl's 
lips.   The intense look in those hazel eyes where was really 
silenced the Wicca, however.   Buffy once again pulled on the bottom 
of the shirt, this time succeeding in it's removal.   As Willow's 
head cleared the collar Buffy placed her warm hands on the chilled 
arms of her girl-friend.   As she quickly rubbed her hands up and 
down them, almost mechanically, she looked away slightly.   As Buffy 
took both Willow's hands in her own, gently warming them between her 
own, she sighed quickly.  

"I don't want you getting sick, finals are in a week and I know how 
important they are to you . . ." The blonde trailed off, but she 
never stopped her heated touch.   As she reached for the girl's sweat-
pants tie, her hands were slapped away.   Recoiling for the sudden 
snap, Buffy's eyes shot up to meet stunned Green ones.

"Don't."  Willow sounded almost pleading, as though she was scared.   
Buffy sighed, almost as though she was exasperated, and quickly 
pulled her own pajama top off.   Willow turned to look away, but 
Buffy caught her chin gently, forcing her to look at the Slayer.

"Willow, you'll warm up faster if you're naked.   Your body heat will 
reflect off the sheets and keep the cool out.  It's what you're 
supposed to do if you're trapped in a snowstorm.   So, if you're not 
going to get naked, then you'll have to reflect *my* body-heat."  The 
blonde said it almost as though it was a threat.   Willow blushed, 
and Buffy un-did the draw-string on her own pajama pants.  "You maybe 
not be very happy with me right now, but I won't have you getting 
sick just to spite me.   I Love you, Will . . . and I'm not worth a 
failed semester for.   Besides," the blonde said, struggling with the 
knot she'd made, "I like keeping you warm."   Willow's blush deepened 
as she remember their conversation he night before.

"Buffy?" Willow said gently, halting the blonde's hands as they 
hooked into the waist band of her Yummy Sushi sleeping attire.   
Buffy looked up at her almost sternly, and Willow gently pulled them 
down for her.   The corners of both their mouths curled into small 
smiles, and Buffy slowly removed the soft material from Willow's 
body.   As the Slayer reached back to un-clasp her bra, she felt her 
arm slapped again.   Halting her actions again, she received a glare 
from Willow.   "Under-Pants Rule."  Willow said sternly.   

"Aurgh!"   Buffy groaned loudly, throwing herself back against the 
sheets.   "WHAT THE HELL IS THE UNDER-PANTS RULE?!"  She said 
loudly, "I know I already agreed to it, but I have to admit I have 
*no idea* what the heck you're talking about . . ."  Throwing and arm 
over her eyes, the blonde huffed slightly.   Willow had to hold in a 
giggle at the site, and lay down next to her girl-friend.

"It means; the under-garments have to stay on." She said slowly.   
Before Willow knew what was happening, she was pinned against the 
mattress.

"What?" the Slayer asked slowly, in disbelief.   Willow took a few 
deep breaths and cleared her throat.

"I didn't want us to rush into things." She said slowly, trying to be 
as gently as possible.  "I was worried that sex would take over our 
relationship, and we'd just be lovers, and no longer friends.   
You're by most bestest friend . . ." Willow said sadly, slipping into 
her little-girl voice unbeknownst to her, "I don't want to lose that 
part of us, Buff."  The blonde couldn't' help but smile at that, and 
kissed Willow's head gently, much in the way she'd kissed Faith 
earlier.   Slipping down so that she could cuddle up next to the 
witch, the Slayer frowned.

"Does that mean that the last two nights . . . was that not . . ." 
Buffy said gently, not wanting to assume anything when the lines of 
what she'd thought and what was differed so greatly.   "I mean, did 
we . . ." she sighed quickly, and blurted it out, "I thought I was 
making love to you."   Willow turned to look at her suddenly, 
surprise marking her face, and Buffy felt her heart sink.

"We weren't?"  Willow seemed just as confused.   Buffy shrugged 
awkwardly and looked away.   "Buffy, sex and Making love are 
different.   One is an expression, the other is an action."   Cupping 
the blonde's face in her hands, Willow's voice dipped to a 
whisper, "I made love to you that night, even if you didn't to me."

"I DID!" Buffy insisted suddenly, "I was just worried . . . what with 
this, uh, `Revelation' . . . I just wanted to make sure I wasn't 
reading too much into it."   The Slayer blushed ten shades of Red, 
and buried her face into Willow's neck lightly.   The witch laughed 
at the slight tickle the blonde's nose cause as she was nuzzled, and 
felt strong, small hands snake their way around her middle.   Willow 
pulled the sheets higher again and felt as the hands on her body 
started to wander.

"Buffy?" Willow said slowly, almost as a warning.   Buffy looked up 
at her innocently.

"What are the terms?"  Buffy asked delicately, "What's okay and not 
Okay between us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, can I touch you under the underwear if you're still in it?"  
Willow chuckled and shook her head `No'.   With a pout Buffy kept her 
fingertips gently moving across the flat stomach of her lover.  "What 
about . . . touching you *through* the underwear?"  Willow nodded, 
enjoying the way Buffy was tickling her tummy lightly, relaxed and 
purring like a cat.   "Like this?"  she asked, running her finger 
tips over the red-head's sensitive nipples.   Willow drew in a sharp 
breath, and her eyes closed of their own accord.   The last things he 
saw before her eyes rolled back was that the blonde still had that 
innocent on her face.   

"Buffy!"   Willow moaned, trying to keep her voice down.   As the 
fingers continued their gentle ministrations the witch's breath 
started to hitch.   Suddenly, she felt the blonde start to kiss her 
neck, gently sucking the tender flesh of her pulse-point between her 
lips, marking her skin with love-bites.   As the skilled tongue left 
a warm, wet trail up to the redhead's ear, Buffy giggled darkly.   

"So . . . this is alright?" The blonde asked, slipping her leg 
between the Wicca's.   Willow's back arched and her grip on the 
Slayer's back tightened.   As she pressed her knee into the Witch's 
center, she let out a long, slow, almost evil moan.   "Mmm, 
Willow . . . You smell good enough to eat."  At that the witch's eyes 
sprung open in shock.   Smirking down at her, Buffy leaned in 
close, "But that'll have to wait, I guess . . ."   Capturing the 
woman's lips with her own, and sighed in contentment.   {How things 
are supposed to be.} She thought.

"Buffy, I . . ." was all the witch could get out before she felt the 
pressure against her core shift, lift, then replace . . . by a hand.  
A strong yet soft Slayer-Hand to be precise.   Quickly grasping the 
wrist attached to said appendage, Willow looked up in shock.   

"Shhh, it's okay," Buffy whispered gently, kissing her passionately 
again, tasting those lips that drove her wild.   "I'll be good, just 
want to have a look around."  Some how, the Slayer made it sound 
sexy.   How, Willow wasn't sure.   She couldn't really think about 
it, because the sudden attention to her nether-regions had rendered 
her brain functions to little more than that of very intelligent 
grass.   Or, possibly, a very stupid fish, as she could still make 
sounds.   Barely.

"Mmmm, Buffy . . ." Buffy smiled and leaned down, kissing the witch's 
breast through the thin fabric of her bra.   Her fingers gently 
caressed the wetness of the cotton panties, feeling the girl's 
arousal quickly building.   Adding the pressure of her leg again, 
Buffy cupped Willow's Sex gently.   Wincing as she felt Nails dig 
into her shoulder, she still couldn't help but grin at the look of 
pure passion on her lover's face.  {On second thought, Maybe it's 
worth the risk!} 

	(To Be Continued . . .)

~VixenRaign~





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