Nymphomaniac Fantasia Part 2 - Astral Romance

["jin_hayte" <jinhayte@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

aight, here's the second part. make sure to read all the notes.
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TITLE: Part 2 - Astral Romance

SERIES: Nymphomaniac Fantasia

AUTHOR: Jin Hayte

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constructive. 

SPOILER WARNING: None

SUMMARY: Set during Season 4, between 'Doomed' and 'A New Man', 
Willow has to find out Buffy's feelings towards her, as well as what 
she really feel about the Slayer.

DISCLAIMER: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Willow, Tara, Dawn and all the 
other characters in the syndicated TV-show Buffy The Vampire belong 
to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy etc, etc. I do NOT own any of the 
official characters, their names or their backgrounds. However, this 
story is mine.

DISTRIBUTION: angelsfallfirst.tk 
If you want it, just tell me where

RATING: NC-17, just to be on the safe side.

COUPLES: B/W

NOTES: This one is quite different from the first part. While the 
first one was kinda straight-forward stuff, this one is more...well, 
just different. Not to mention longer. Just so you're not expecting 
the same smutty thing. 
Please read the extra note at the end.
This hasn't been through a beta either, so if there are any errors 
(don't think so), I apologize

THANKS TO: Chris for giving me some for the last scene. 

* * *

It had started innocently enough; Willow had woken up in the middle 
of the night by someone moaning and rustling around. Her years on 
the Hellmouth as a friend of the Slayer had shaped her instincts, so 
naturally she assumed that the sounds were coming from some kind of 
demon, having made its way into their dorm room to do god knows what 
kinds of horrible things.

However, even through her sleepy daze, Willow reasoned that a demon 
would've woken them up coming in, or at least the Slayer. So, it was 
safe to assume that as long as the Slayer was alive and breathing, 
no demon would be able to sneak into their room. But what if Buffy 
wasn't alive?! No, she had woken up when Buffy had come home from 
patrol. She was alive. Still, the redhead felt that unreasonable, or 
on the Hellmouth NOT so unreasonable, late night fear crawl into her 
system.

She lay completely still, barely breathing and clutching the cover 
tight to her chin, trying to identify where the sounds were coming 
from. As she took time to more closely analyze the sounds, the moans 
were accompanied by gasps and groans, as well as the sound of a bed 
cover shuffling. She exhaled relieved. Buffy was having a nightmare 
again. 

Buffy had never told anyone about her nightmares, and Willow hadn't 
known about them until moving in together with the Slayer here at 
Stevenson Hall. She had woken up numerous times from the Slayer's 
trashing and mumbling, and the first time she had woken her up. That 
had been a mistake. Buffy had been utterly mortified, and had 
distanced herself slightly from the redhead for a few days. That was 
something Willow didn't understand. After all, it was only a 
nightmare. Everyone has nightmares. She had tried several times to 
get Buffy to talk about it, but Buffy had just skirted the issue, 
saying 'it's nothing, I'm fine'. 

After that first nightmare, the Slayer's behaviour had changed 
slightly. Before, coming home from patrol, she would barge into the 
room no matter how late it was, seemingly oblivious to the fact that 
her roommate was asleep. Before, Willow would almost always wake up 
and be welcomed with a cheery 'Hi Will!', which she in turn met with 
an annoyed grumble. But she rarely woke up any more, at least not 
from the Slayer's return. Now it was her friend's groaning and 
trashing that woke her up, although not as often, and while it 
pained her to listen to it, she resisted the urge to wake her 
friend. 

This time, though, the Slayer was just too loud for comfort. With a 
sigh, Willow pushed the covers down and, shivering from the sudden 
cold, she made her way over to Buffy's bed. 

At first the Slayer was barely visible, but as Willow's eyes 
adjusted to the darkness, she saw Buffy lying on her back in a tank 
and panties, the covers tossed to the side. Her hands were clenching 
the sheet tightly, and her back was arching slightly. 

"Buffy." she said, her voice not much more than a whisper. She 
reached out and shook her friend gently. "Buffy!" she repeated, 
louder this time. The only response she got were a shuddering intake 
of breath and then an outdrawn moan of pleasure. Willow frowned. 
These sounds were not caused by a nightmare.

Willow swiftly pulled back her hand as the Slayer suddenly 
screamed "Willllllowwwww!" lustfully. 

The redhead's eyes almost fell out of her head, her eyes were so 
wide. She dashed back to her bed, quickly pulling the covers over 
her, hoping Buffy hadn't noticed her standing by her bed a few 
seconds ago. 

She lay there, staring into the wall, her heart racing a mile a 
minute, holding her breath, afraid Buffy would be able to see if she 
made the slightest movement. She could hear Buffy sighing on the 
other side of the room.

Willow was, of course, shocked. Her best friend had just had 
a...sexual, erotic dream about HER. What did this mean? Was Buffy 
gay? Was she in love with her? No, was she? Then why hadn't she said 
anything? Willow almost snorted at that. She if anyone knew how hard 
it was to admit your feelings to someone. She had, after all, spent 
most of her life in love with her oblivious best, and only, friend.

Willow slowly let out the breath she had held in and started calming 
down. She needed to be calm to properly analyze this, and analyze it 
she would. She couldn't not. Not as long as her name was Willow 
Rosenberg.

'Ok, let's see. Buffy just had an erotic dream about me. I know this 
because she screamed my name while she...' Willow felt her face 
getting warmer. 'God, I should at least be able to THINK it!' She 
mentally scolded herself. 'I know because she screamed my name while 
having an orgasm! There.' 

She knew she should be bothered by the fact that she had the leading 
role in her friend's sex dreams, and while it DID feel a bit 
uncomfortable, she didn't really mind. Everyone had erotic dreams, 
it's not like you could control them.

'Ok, so, maybe it's not "normal" to dream that way about a person of 
the same sex. Unless you're...what is Buffy? Gay? Bi? Bi seems most 
likely, with Angel and all.' The fact that Buffy was gay or bi 
didn't bother Willow either, she found. Then again, why should it? 
She liked to think of herself as very open-minded, and she would 
love Buffy no matter what. And Willow knew better than anyone what 
it was like to be different.

'Does Buffy love me?' she thought. 'Like, lovers-love, not best 
friend-love?' As she thought about it, Willow realized that not only 
did it not bother her, it made her sorta...tingly. 'Why am I getting 
excited?!' Willow frowned. As far as she was aware, she didn't feel 
that way about Buffy, or any other woman for that matter. Sure, 
there had been glances, the occasional fleeting look, perhaps some 
lasted a little too long? And there had been thoughts. But everyone 
had thoughts, right? It didn't mean anything...did it?

Willow lay awake all night, her only thoughts circling around the 
fact that it was possible that her best, female, friend was in love 
with her, and that it excited her. Aroused her? 

'Does Buffy love me?'

* * *

That had been a little over two weeks ago, and Willow hadn't gotten 
any further in understanding her own feelings. She hadn't talked 
about this with Buffy, because it would be extremely humiliating for 
Buffy, she knew. If Buffy wanted to say anything, then it was her 
choice. Besides that, Willow was afraid what it would do to their 
friendship. She knew that she never wanted to lose Buffy, but the 
Slayer might get too embarrassed. Or worse; angry. 

So, she hadn't said anything. Instead, she had lain awake every 
night, waiting for the Slayer to return home. She didn't know what 
she was feeling, if she could love Buffy or even another woman. But 
the fact that just the thought of Buffy screaming her name in 
ecstasy got made her extremely aroused made her believe it was 
possible. She wasn't sure though. Perhaps she was just channelling 
Buffy's feelings, or maybe she was frustrated. 

When the Slayer got home and finally went to sleep, Willow would 
wait until she heard the telltale moans and gasps, mostly not much 
louder than whimpers and soft  breaths. At first, she hadn't done 
anything, just laid there in the dark listening to the sweet sounds 
her best friend was making. But after a few nights, a hand had 
slipped down her body, and she had started to slowly caress herself. 
As the nights went by, she got bolder and bolder, until after one 
week she'd lay with her legs spread eagle, one hand working on her 
clit and the other clasped over her mouth in attempt to muffle her 
own moans, groans and finally screams, as she came in time with 
Buffy. 

Even though she got an instant smile, accompanied by a blush, 
whenever she saw Buffy and just the thought of the upcoming night 
made her wet on the spot, Willow still couldn't bring herself to 
really believe that she could want, not to mention love, another 
woman. Willow had never been attracted to another woman, at least 
not consciously.

As much as she enjoyed their nightly adventures, Willow needed to 
find out more about Buffy's feelings, not to mention her own. She 
thought that if she entered Buffy's dreams somehow, then she'd be 
able to better see what the blonde felt for her, and perhaps even 
find out what she felt herself.

So for the last few days, she had been looking for a way to enter 
another person's dream. Since her own "library" of books was limited 
to five books, and she knew neither of them held the answer, she had 
looked for other sources. The new magic shop in town, The Magic Box, 
had an impressive collection of books, but most seemed to be focused 
on glamours and other beginner spells. She had asked if they had 
what she was looking for, but the cashier, a woman in her late 20s, 
had given her a lecture in the true was of Wicca, and that she 
shouldn't use spells on other people against their will. As if 
Willow wanted to do this to HARM Buffy. Her "My Will Be Done" spell 
not nearly forgotten, Willow didn't want to do anything could be 
potentially dangerous. 

When she hadn't found what she was searching for, she had considered 
going to Giles, but quickly decided against it. Of course, she 
wasn't about to tell him what she was going to do. Not just because 
she didn't have any idea how she would explain wanting to enter 
Buffy's dreams, but also because he wasn't very happy with her since 
her last spell had made him blind. 

So, her next step was going online, and while she had gotten some 
results, all of them were of the darker sort, and didn't seem very 
safe. Since she had already decided that potentially harmful magic 
was not an option, she wasn't going to use any of those spells.

Finally, she had asked her new friend Tara. She was a really 
powerful witch who knew lots of stuff about witchcraft, and if there 
was a way to do this, a "good" way, then Tara would know. And since 
Willow was out of options, Tara was the only choice. But still, 
despite the fact that she talked to Tara about almost every and 
anything, she didn't want to tell her about Buffy. She 
felt...strangely guilty, and didn't think Tara would be happy to 
hear that Willow had...feelings? for another woman. She knew that 
Tara was gay, but that didn't necessarily mean that she felt 
something for Willow. The redhead was definitely confused. 

Though she felt bad for lying to her friend, she had told Tara that 
Buffy thought that she was having a series of prophetic dreams but 
didn't understand them, and that she thought Willow should take a 
look. Tara had known the answer without having to look through books.

Willow had almost kicked herself when she realized how easy the 
answer was. It was a simple, and harmless, spell to cast. She simply 
had to light a candle, say a short prayer to the Goddess, ending 
with the name of the person whose dream she wished to enter. Then 
all she had to do was go to bed and wait for the other person to go 
to sleep. When that happened, a part of her mind would project 
itself out of her body, and gently "knock" on the other person's sub-
conscious, asking for entrance. If it was allowed, then she'd be 
able to enter the dream as a spectator. She wouldn't be able to do 
anything unless the person dreaming allowed it, and she'd be under 
complete control of the person's sub-conscious.  

So here she was, lying in her bed after having said the prayer, 
waiting for Buffy to return home. And despite her nervousness, she 
soon felt herself drifting off. 

* * *

At first, Willow didn't feel anything at all, she was simply 
unaware, her mind and body sleeping. But after what was in reality 
two hours, she felt as if she was waking up. Disgruntled, she tried 
to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't. In fact, she couldn't 
move anything. And yet, she was aware of her surroundings; the way 
the sheets felt against her skin, the light fragrance of her rose 
scented shampoo, the sound of her own breathing. It felt like she 
had been separated from her body, and yet a part of her remained 
inside, connected to the detached part of her mind. As if her sub-
conscious was no longer a part of her body. It felt odd to say the 
least.

Her mind drifted further and further away, until she touched 
something. Something warm and...fuzzy. As she reached out and pushed 
against it gently, she could feel warmth embrace her entire being, 
her soul. With a bright flash, her mind was pulled inside. Before 
her eyes could recover from the intense light, Willow was greeted by 
Buffy's voice.

"-rry I missed it. Dawn needed a ride to school and with mom in 
LA..." She sounded apologetic. "But you took notes, right?"

'Took notes? For what? And Dawn? Who's Dawn?' Willow thought, but 
before she knew it, she heard her own voice answering. 

"There was note-taking, yes." With that, Willow got her eyesight 
back, and she found herself walking down a street, looking at Buffy 
next to her. She tried to turn her head to take in her surroundings, 
but found she had no control of her body. It was light outside 
though, so she was fairly certain this wasn't a patrol.

"And would those notes perhaps find their way to a certain Buffy 
Summers?" Buffy inquired with a glint in her eyes.

Her body sighed. "Yes, but you owe me" she said mock seriously.

Buffy leaned in a little TOO closely and whispered in her ear "I'll 
think of some way to make it up to you, I'm sure." Before she pulled 
away, she nibbled on Willow's earlobe before sucking on it for a 
second. 

If Willow had any control of her body what so ever, her jaw would 
drop to the ground, landing right next to her eyeballs. 'Did she 
just suck on my earlobe?! It felt kinda...nice though'

But once again, her mouth moved by itself. "I bet you can, you 
little minx."

"Yup, and you love me for it!" Buffy gushed with a smirk before 
quickly pressing her lips against Willow's.

'Ok, so not something we usually do. I could get used to it 
though...wait, can I? Am I enjoying this? I guess I am.' Willow's 
inner-ramblings went on until they stopped outside the Expresso 
Pump. After ordering their mochas, iced with cinnamon, they sat down 
at the usual table.

"Who knew drama would require you to take notes, though? I thought 
it would be a pretty note-free class." Buffy pondered. 

'Drama? Wait, I'm not taking drama, and neither is Buffy. When is 
this?'

"Me neither, actually. But there are all kinds of techniques and 
theories that you have to remember. Not as much as psychology, of 
course, but still." She heard herself say before she felt a familiar 
taste of the cinnamon-mocha in her mouth.

Buffy pouted. "So much for breezing. Good thing I have you though" 
she added with a wink.

"Just cos I'm your girlfriend doesn't mean I'm gonna slave away 
taking care of your school work." She answered humorously. "Did that 
enough in high school."

'Girlfriends, huh? She wants us to be together like that?'

"Aww, my poor Willow." Buffy comforted, taking her left hand in her 
own and giving it a squeeze. "Want Buffy to kiss it better?" she 
asked with s sly smile.

"Depends on where you kiss." She teased back.

Buffy did a quick intake of air. Before she could respond, though, 
Willow continued.

"So, we're still on for tonight?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah" Buffy answered, shaking her head slightly. "I'll do 
a quick sweep after dinner and then-"

A white light erupted around them, and Willow felt herself fading 
out.

* * *

"Mmm."

"Feels good?"

"Mmm." Willow was in paradise. The only thing that existed was her, 
Buffy and Buffy's strong hands, working on her tired muscles. 

"Oh, here's a big one" Buffy said and started kneading on a 
particular stiff knot on Willow's left, where her shoulder met her 
neck. 

Willow could only moan. She loved it when Buffy massaged her. Those 
small, strong hands, two lethal weapons, could really work a healing 
magic from heaven. The tiredness she had felt twenty minutes ago was 
quickly dissipating. 

"If you think THAT feels good..." Buffy said, working her hands 
lower down Willow's back.

"More...goodness?" Willow breathed out.

"Oh yeah." Buffy leaned forward and kissed Willow on her 
cheek. "Close your eyes" she whispered.

The redhead did as she was told, and tried to hold in the 
disgruntled groan as the warmth of Buffy's legs left their 
straddling position and let the slightly chillier air of their dorm 
room hit her skin.

"Patience, love" Buffy gently admonished and ran the back of her 
hand down Willow's back, over her butt and down the inside of her 
legs.

Willow shivered but stayed quiet, extending her senses, listening to 
the sounds of her lover moving around in the room. A matchstick 
igniting, and soon after the familiar scent of apple scented 
candles. A closet opening, a metallic clinking sound. Buffy's warm 
hands on her body, guiding her around so that she's lying on her 
back. Something fuzzy around her wrists. More metallic clinking. Her 
arms pulled upwards, first the right, then the left.

"B-Buffy?" Willow asked tentatively, even though she could feel her 
arousal building. 

"Yes?" her lover purred.

"Is today Friday?"

"No." Still the purr.

"Then why the shackles?" Willow squeaked as one of her nipples was 
pinched. "Aaahhh...I mean, don't get me wrong, you know I love them, 
it's ju-" Her babbling was interrupted by two fingers being placed 
on her lips.

"Shh." The Slayer pushed gently on her lips, and Willow allowed her 
access, eagerly sucking on the two digits. The Slayer pulled her 
hand away shortly, and there was a popping sound as they left the 
redhead's greedy mouth.

"Geez, Red, never thought you'd be shackle-girl."

Willow frowned at the familiar, yet strange voice.

"Buffy?" she asked, still not opening her eyes.

"She's here." Answered the same voice.

Willow opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw. Before her stood 
the dark Slayer, in her usual leather pants and jacket, standing 
with her arms crossed, her legs wide apart and a cocky grin on her 
face. "Faith!" she hissed.

"Hey Red!" The Slayer almost chirped. "Looking good. The shackles? 
Definitely an improvement." She smirked.

"What are you doing here? Where's Buffy?" Willow asked through 
gritted teeth.

"Oh, I'm just having a little fun. I've been still for so long, time 
I got moving, you know? As for B..." Faith chuckled. "Well, let's 
just say she's finally seeing things through my perspective." 

Willow frowned. "W-what do you mean? What have you done?!"

"Oh, don't you worry about ol' B, she can take care of herself. Just 
relax, and enjoy." The Slayer said and reached behind her back.

"W-what are you gonna do?" Willow stammered.

"As I said, I'm just gonna have some fun." With that, she pulled out 
a large knife, sliding it through the air, watching as it reflected 
the candlelight. "See, I can't kill B. Sticking this into my own 
body would just be weird."  Faith put the blade against her cheek 
and looked into Willow's eyes, grinning madly. Her dark brown eyes 
seemed to widen until her eyes had almost no white left in 
them. "But I can kill you" she continued, and her grin 
widened. "That would kill her, without me having to touch her. Two 
birds with one stone. Genius, no?"

With that, she lunged into the air, the knife above her head. Willow 
closed her eyes and screamed for all she was worth, trying to break 
free from the shackles. 

One second passed.

Two.

Three.

Nothing. No stabbing pain, no scream of agony, no maniacal laughter. 
Only quiet. She didn't dare open her eyes though, terrified that the 
attack would come only if she saw it coming. Her emotions overcame 
her, and she started sobbing.

"Shh" someone softly cooed, stroking her hair. "It's alright, love. 
It's alright."

"Buffy?" Willow cried.

"Yes. I'm here, Will."

Willow finally opened her eyes and was rewarded with the sight of 
Buffy lying next to her, holding her in her arms. The shackles were 
gone, and they were lying under the covers.

"What happened? Where's Faith? She told me you..."

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here now."

"Oh, Buffy" Willow whimpered and hugged her lover closer. "I was so 
scared."

"I know" Buffy said, kissing her on top of her head. "But there's 
nothing to be scared of, Will. We are who we are. Just cos you're 
different, doesn't mean it's wrong."

Willow sniffled. "What do you mean?"

Buffy smiled. "We are one."

* * *

The morning sun was shining through the bedroom window, bathing the 
redhead in its warmth. She stood there, her eyes closed, the only 
sound a bird chirping in the tree on the other side of the glass. It 
was serene.

"Hey." A voice greeted her.

She turned to see Buffy standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of 
blue jogging pants with white stripes and a white tank top. "Hi" she 
said with a smile. 

"Deep thoughts?" Buffy wondered, stepping into the room.

"You know me, always a busy mind." Willow said, tapping her temple.

"I do" she said with a smile, but frowned as she looked at the bed.

"What?" Willow stepped up next to the bed.

"I meant to throw that out" she pointed to a poster of The Beatles 
lying on the bed. "You know, before you came."

"It's no problem" the redhead assured, lying down on the bed, not 
bothering to remove the poster first. "I want you."

Buffy's smile once again faded into a frown. "I wonder what they're 
gonna say..."

"Don't worry." Willow smiled, making a come-hither motion with her 
finger. "It doesn't matter."

Buffy met her smile and started crawling up the bed, straddling her 
girlfriend. "Do you love me?" she asked, looking straight into her 
green pools.

"You know I do" Willow said without a doubt, leaning her head up and 
forging their lips together.

* * *

Everything was red; the floor, the drapes, the sofa, Buffy sitting 
on the sofa, her normally black leather pants and brown peasant top, 
the small table, Willow standing in the doorway. Even the usually 
dark walls and the white fairy lights that covered them were red. 
The settling sun's last rays shining in through the Summers' living 
room window colored everything a choking crimson. The only 
variations were the two white lilies lying on the red coffee table. 
The white lilies and the crystal clear tears.

"Do you love me?" Buffy asked in a flat tone. She was sitting on the 
sofa, her head resting in her hands. Her usually blonde hair was 
held back in a tight ponytail, with only a few loose strands, 
hanging down over her face.

"You know I do" Willow assured her from the doorway. She looked at 
her girlfriend with tears in her eyes. She wanted to make the pain 
go away, but she didn't know how. All she seemed to have been able 
to do was cry. She didn't know if she had any tears left. Except, 
she did; the tears in her eyes were proof of that.

Buffy looked up at her, her eyes red from crying. "Do you love HER?" 
she demanded, her voice small. 

Willow wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. "Yes" she 
admitted, not looking away.

Buffy swallowed. Her eyes filled up and her lower lip started 
trembling. "Please don't leave me" she begged, her voice 
cracking. "I can't do this, not now, not when she's..." she couldn't 
hold the tears back anymore, and started sobbing, crying once again.

Willow rushed to her side, sitting down next to her and taking her 
in her arms. "Shh." She cooed as she gently rocked her 
girlfriend. "I'll never leave you, Buffy. I love you." She kissed 
the top of Buffy's head. "I know this is hard, but she has to stay 
here. She's needed. And she has no where else to go. Can you 
understand that?" She asked, taking Buffy's face in her hands, 
looking into her eyes with a gentle smile.

Buffy stopped sobbing, but the tears still fell. "Yes" she nodded. 

"Good" Willow said, kissing the salty trails of tears on Buffy's 
cheeks. 

* * *

The campus area of UC Sunnydale was almost always crowded with 
people, even after dark. It was as if the concentrated amount of 
youth brought out the brave, or perhaps one could say stupid, side 
of every person in their late teens going through their college 
years in the city above the Hellmouth.

Tonight, however, it was deserted. Empty but for two young women; 
one blonde, one redhead. It was dead silent. All the insects that 
usually inhabited the night had taken the night off. The air was 
still, not a single breeze moved through the leaves of the trees. 
The monsters and demons of the Hellmouth were no where to be seen. 
Absolute quiet.

In a large grassy area, tinted blue in the dark, on the west side of 
campus, Buffy was lying on a bed of fine, dry earth. Surrounded by 
headstones and crosses, she was the centre of a macabre version of 
an otherwise perfect Circle. Dressed in a light yellow summer dress, 
she was lying on her stomach, leaning on her elbows and playing with 
something shiny in her hands, rolling it back and forth.

A few feet away, Willow was sitting cross-legged, facing the blonde. 
She took in the soft features of Buffy's face. Soft, yet hardened by 
years of battling the creatures of the Hellmouth. The way her eyes 
sparkled as they reflected the light that the object in her hand 
bathed her in. The way they seemed to sparkle even more as she tore 
her eyes away from her toy to look up at the redhead. 

"Come closer, silly" Buffy said with a smile. "You can't see from 
all the way over there."

Willow crawled closer until she sat well within arms reach. "See 
what, Buffy?" she asked, looking directly into the blonde's eyes.

"See all the pretty colors?" Buffy answered with her own question, 
holding her hands open for Willow to see what was inside.

With some effort, Willow tore her eyes away from Buffy's deep hazel 
eyes, and looked at what was displayed in front of her. In Buffy's 
hands was a small flame, barely the size of a fist. It danced over 
her skin, rolling around as if alive, showing off a large spectre of 
colors. Willow's first reaction was to reach for the blonde's hands, 
but she realized that the fire couldn't hurt her. 

"I see" Willow nodded, looking up into Buffy's eyes, and couldn't 
help but smile when they looked at each other. 

Buffy smiled shyly and lifted her legs up, kicking the air 
playfully. She seemed almost giddy, on the verge of laughter.

"What?" Willow chuckled, the blonde's mood almost infectious. 

"It's nothing, really. I'm just-" she trailed off looking up at the 
redhead quickly before looking back down at the ball of fire.

"Just what?" Willow pushed.

"It's just, I'm so happy. Being with you." She said, looking up once 
more, but this time looking straight into Willow's eyes and not 
breaking eye contact.

Willow's insides turned to mush as she saw the innocence, honesty 
and gentleness in those eyes. They hadn't been so alive since...she 
couldn't remember them ever being this full of life. Buffy's eyes 
always had a shield over them, as if the long years of duty had 
forced her to put up walls. This was Buffy, before her calling, 
before meeting her first Watcher or seeing her first vampire. This 
was Buffy Anne Summers, an innocent girl who just wanted to live 
life.

Willow's face was split into by a big grin she couldn't hold back. 
But then, why should she? With Buffy, she could be herself; she 
didn't have to hold anything back. Her happy expression faltered, 
however, when Buffy broke their eye contact to look down at her 
flame. 

"Do you love me?" she asked in a whisper, her legs lowering 
themselves down to lie on the ground again. 

Willow smiled again and without doubt, she answered "You know I do."

Buffy didn't respond, but merely repositioned herself so that she 
was sitting cross-legged facing the redhead. She put the orb gently 
in her lap and crossed her arms over her chest. As her eyes once 
again met Willow's they were cold, hard, almost grey. 

Willow frowned. The sudden mood change of the blonde confused her, 
hurt her. 

"Do you love ME?" Buffy asked in a voice a void of emotions.

As Willow heard the question and taking in her current expression, 
everything fell into place. She understood what it was all about. 
She understood, and with that understanding, she was also given 
control over her body. 

'Oh, Buffy' Willow's eyes welled up with tears.

"We are one" the Slayer stated in a cold voice. "Do you love me, 
Willow?" she demanded, her jaw clenching.

Willow didn't answer. Instead, she reached out and gently cupped 
Buffy's cheek, looking straight into her eyes with a small smile. 
Her hand then travelled to Buffy's shoulder, down her arm and gently 
unhooked the Slayer's arms from each other. 

Willow didn't know why she was doing this instead of just saying 'I 
love you', or how she knew how to do it. She just knew, somehow, 
that she had to do it exactly like this.

She interlaced her fingers with Buffy's and squeezed, still looking 
her straight in the eyes. 

"Give me the flame" she said, holding out her left hand.

Buffy frowned at first, but at Willow's encouraging nod, she picked 
it up and gently placed it in Willow's palm. 

Knowing it wouldn't burn her, she was still surprised when the fire 
touched her skin and it only felt like slightly warmer air. She 
placed the orb on the soft earth and smiled as it slowly sunk below. 

"Watch this" she said with a wink, and placed her hand, palm down, 
on the spot where the orb had disappeared. The moment her skin made 
contact with the ground, the earth erupted into a sea of light blue 
fire, engulfing them both without scourging them.

Buffy looked around them, first panicked, then confused. She raised 
a questioning eyebrow and opened her mouth as if to ask what was 
going on, but Willow interrupted her.

"Go ahead" she nodded at the ground.

Buffy looked dubious, but slowly placed her right hand on top of 
Willow's left. A warmth immediately washed over them both, and the 
blue flames flickered once, twice, then died down, spreading 
outwards, blowing the headstones, crosses and the darkness away. The 
dark, blue tinted grass changed into a dazzling green, the black 
night sky gave way for a deep blue and the bed of earth was 
transformed into a crystal clear pond, its surface solid, yet soft, 
like cotton. 

"Buffy" Willow said, pulling the wide-eyed Slayer's attention away 
from the scenery that had just appeared. She scooted closer, sitting 
back on her haunches, her lips inches away from Buffy's. "We ARE 
one" she said, smiling as Buffy's features softened, her eyes lost 
their shields and a smile appeared on her lips. "I love you, ALL of 
you" she reassured, taking Buffy's other hand in her own and 
entwining their fingers, giving both hands a squeeze. 

"I love you too" Buffy smiled, breathing in deeply, as if relieved. 
No, definitely relieved. But she seemed apprehensive, as if she 
still had some lingering doubts that just wouldn't disappear.

Willow, determined to make Buffy's fears and doubts go away, leaned 
forward and fused their lips together, squeezed her hands tighter 
and pushed her breast up against Buffy's, causing both girls to moan 
into the kiss.

Willow let go of Buffy's hands and they wrapped their arms around 
each other, clutching tightly to the other as if afraid they'd drift 
apart.

Buffy broke the kiss and laid her head on Willow's shoulder, hugging 
her close. "God, I love you so much Willow. I've loved you, wanted 
you for...so long."

The redhead turned her head to look into Buffy's eyes. "I love you 
too, Buffy. We're together now. Forever." She leaned forward and 
kissed her softly. "I promise".

Teary eyed and with a sappy grin on her face, Buffy kissed her 
passionately. Almost growling, Buffy's assault on her love caused 
them both to fall to the ground and sink below the surface, the warm 
blue engulfing them. The clear warm water sent bolts of energy 
through their bodies, electricity dancing between them as they fell 
deeper and deeper into oblivion, together. 

Willow opened her eyes with a gasp, her back arching slightly. She 
was covered in sweat, her breathing was laboured and she couldn't 
see a thing; it was pitch black in their dorm room.

On the other side of the room she heard the same intense breathing 
coming from Buffy.

'What now?' she thought. The spell had worked, she had gotten the 
answers she had looked for; not only did Buffy love her, she loved 
Buffy. Not only did Buffy want her, she wanted Buffy, in a sexual-
let's-make-hot-monkey-love way. It all became so clear, all these 
feelings that she had felt over the years, but had ignored, scared 
of what they meant. She was definitely attracted to women, it was so 
obvious Willow almost felt like laughing. What now, though? 'Do I 
say something? Explain? Is she even awake? Does she remember 
anything? Oh God, what if she doesn't? What if I have to- wait, 
what's the problem here? So you'll tell her how you feel, what's the 
big? You KNOW what she feels, you know that she loves you. Nothing 
to be scared of. Ok, so first thing in the morning: Tell Buffy how I 
feel. So, do I sleep now, or? Doubt I could get any sleep now, 
though.'

On the other bed, Buffy's breathing hadn't calmed down 
noticeably. "Willow?" she gasped, sounding both hopeful and fearful 
at the same time.

'Guess I didn't have to worry about taking the first step' Willow 
thought and took a deep breath. "Yeah, Buffy?"

- fin - 

Continued in Part 3 - Satin Sheets

* * *

End Notes: As you noticed, this wasn't the same thing as Part 1; 
while that was the ordinary build-up episode, this was 
my 'Restless/Hush', ie more artistic chapter. I wanted to do 
something different, so tell me what you thought of it. Also, if you 
wanna analyze the sub-parts, then please do, cuz I'd love to see if 
I was too obvious with everything or if my symbolisms and metaphors 
(there are a lot) were so obscure they just went 'whooosh' over your 
heads (I doubt it).

I contemplated ending this part with a full frontal sex scene like 
the one in Part 1, but I thought it felt out of place. So, I ended 
it with a much more abstract, artistic one, which I feel suited this 
part better. Do you think it was the right choice?

If there was something in particular that you liked or didn't like, 
let me know, aight?

Now, unless my Muse pays me a visit with her inspiration-bat, then 
Part 3 won't be around for a while. Busy with other stuff, you know?




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