Fic: Pillow Talk 1/3 Vampires Stories, prelude

[Crys Loch <pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title:  Pillow Talk

Series: Vampire Stories, prelude

Author:  C.L.

Email:  pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx <mailto:pagansoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>

Feedback:  Yes, please.

Distribution:  I have no site.  If you have my other works, feel free.  
If you want, ask and I'll probably say yes.

Spoilers:  Takes place just past 'Chosen' and I think it's about time 
they talked- about everything that's happened over the years.

Rating:  NC-17

Pairing:  B/W

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:  Nothing feels safer for a conversation than a darkened room 
and a bed.

One Last Thing:  No games this time between these two.  A fuzzy, silly 
little fic.  And you may want to stop at this one.





Pillow Talk

By C.L.



It'd been a few days since the end of Sunnydale, the defeat of evil and 
the beginning of a life unknown.  Almost everyone had taken up temporary 
residence in a small beachfront motel in the next tourist town up the 
coast.  The young slayers were recovering from the battle wounds quickly 
thanks to their newfound powers.  Ex-principal Wood was doing well 
though recovering slower at a nearby hospital.  There was a general 
feeling of time-out and readjustment as they spent their days alone or 
in groups: on the beach or in their rooms.  No-one went out at night yet 
and the younger ones stayed with each other, holding back the nightmares.



Buffy lay on her bed in her darkened room, the windows and curtains 
open, listening to the sound of the waves against the shore.  She sighed 
when she heard a soft knock on her door and when they knocked again, she 
got up to answer it.



"Who is it?"  Buffy sighed again and called through the door.  It was 
late and she would be worried except that eventless was the theme of the 
last few days.



"Hey Buffy, it's Willow.  Can I come in?"  Willow knew she didn't wake 
her friend, the knock had been too soft.  She hoped that Buffy wouldn't 
be mad at the intrusion though.



Buffy was clothed still, in at least a tank top and shorts, so she 
opened the door, a little curious why Willow wanted to see her this 
late.  The odd request kicked in years of habit, so instead of inviting 
her in, she chose a more subtle reply.  "If you can."



Willow laughed and walked in the room.  She noticed all the lights were 
off, but there was some light coming through the open windows.  "That 
doesn't work in a public motel, Buffy.  If I was a vampire, I could 
still come in."



Buffy shrugged as she shut the door.  "If you were a vampire, I'd kinda 
want it done with anyway.  Just don't turn me, and we'd be cool."



"Buffy!"  Willow protested.  "If I was a vampire, I'd hope you'd stake 
me right away."



"I don't know."  Buffy teased.  "Remember what your vampy self was 
like?  Admit it, you made a great vampire.  Had all the Mayor's vamps 
working for ya in half a night."



Willow groaned.  "Yeah, I remember.  Evil, skanky and kinda gay.  If I 
turned now I don't think I would be like she was, though.  Too much has 
happened.  I think I'd have less fun."



Buffy's eyebrows rose at the reply.  "You've given this some thought?  I 
don't know, Will.  I know vampires.  I think you'd have a lot of fun."



"Yeah, I've kinda thought about it cause of the whole fighting 
uber-vamps, unknown agenda, recently evil thing.  I worried one night.  
Why are we talking about this?"  Willow was hoping to drop the whole 
image from her mind.  This wasn't going to plan at all.



"I don't know.  You came here.  Why are you here?  Is anything wrong?"  
Buffy noticed the missing parts of her friend's attire.  Tee-shirt and 
shorts kinda fit, but that seemed to be all she was wearing.  She had no 
shoes on and there was a small bag in her hand.



"No.  Nothing's wrong.  It's just that you've been alone lately, which I 
get.  But with everyone grouped in rooms, it might be lonely.  So I 
thought, you know, best friend, staying over.  I thought maybe I could 
stay here tonight."  Willow held her breath and watched for a clue to 
the response.  She was a little worried about Buffy spending so much 
time alone, though she easily understood why she would want to separate 
herself from the young slayers after all that time trapped in a small 
house together.  And of course there was all that happened that they 
never talked about.  Something had changed though when Buffy yet again 
asked her to be the key to a plan, even after so many plans and trials 
had failed.  She thought that maybe, if she simply tried, they had one 
last chance to reconnect.



"Spend the night, here?  With me?"  Buffy smirked curiously and leaned 
against the door, her eyebrows raised and daring her friend for 
clarification.



Willow laughed before defending her proposal.  "No, Buffy.  Not like 
that.  You've been around Faith too much already.  I just thought we 
could, you know, not sleep, together.  I know I didn't wake you up.  And 
I can't sleep either.  We could talk.  Or not."



Buffy considered her mood for a moment, noting it had lightened when 
Willow came in.  Deciding that part of that was because she had been 
teasing Willow, she continued.  "I don't know.  You've gone way beyond 
kinda gay."  Buffy smiled and crossed to the bed, laying down on top of 
the covers.  "What will everyone think?"



Willow smiled and dropped her bag on a nearby chair.  "Well, Xander will 
love the rumors.  I promise to restrain myself and behave, though."



"I still don't know if you're a vampire or not."  Buffy pointed out.  
"Vampire version of behaving is different, you know."



Willow shook her head, a little surprised at Buffy's mood.  She was 
expecting to find a brooding Slayer she would have to pull back from 
battle weary thoughts.  This was all unexpected, but welcome.  So she 
teased a little back as she lay down on the bed next to her friend.  
"Actually, you're the one that knows vampires best.  Do you want to 
check for a pulse?"



"No."  Buffy smiled.  "I'll stay in suspense."



A puzzled expression crossed over Willow's face, causing Buffy to 
laugh.  "I got here just in time.  Your mind is in a strange place tonight."



"Yeah, sorry."  Buffy confirmed letting her eyes stare blankly at the 
ceiling.  "I was just laying here listening to the waves and for a 
change not thinking about anything at all."



"Nah, I like the mood."  Willow assured.  "I was a little worried, you 
know.  Darkened room and all.  I thought maybe there was some Angel 
worthy brooding going on."



"Strangely, no."  Buffy reflected.  "I think I'm just a little tired 
still is all.  I don't really know what to think yet."



"Yeah, I hear ya."  Willow turned on her side, resting her head in her 
hand and watching Buffy.  "So, how is the wound where the sword ran 
through.  Cause I know you said it's fine, but you know, that kinda 
should have killed even you."



Buffy turned her head to look into Willow's questioning gaze.  She 
shrugged and pulled her shirt up enough for Willow to see.  "It's all 
healed.  Will..."  Buffy pulled Willow's attention back from the small 
scar that remained, "it healed fast.  Like in only a couple of hours, 
fast."  She hadn't even told Giles about that.



Willow was shocked for a moment.  "A couple of hours?  I was worried the 
spell would take some of your powers to give to the others.  But that 
sounds like it added to them."



"Yeah, I think so."  Buffy confirmed.  "I've been testing it out a 
little.  I think what made potentials slayers, made me like a super 
slayer or something."



"Wow.  That's great.  I think."  Willow tempered her enthusiasm.  "I 
wonder if Faith is the same way."



"I don't know.  I haven't told anyone before now.  Just kinda wanted to 
let everything settle down, ya know?"  Buffy pleaded with her eyes for 
Willow not to go off and tell any of the others till she was ready.



Willow smiled in understanding and reassurance.  "Don't worry.  I won't 
be the one to say a thing.  It's just kinda amazing is all.  But then 
again, these last few months have been one for the record books."



Buffy smiled and turned back to stare at the ceiling.  "Thanks."  They 
drifted into a comfortable silence, each in their own thoughts of the 
last few months.  Then an unrelated thought drifted into Buffy's mind.  
"Hey Will."



"Yeah?"  Willow pulled herself back into the present.



"Isn't Kennedy missing you about now?"  Buffy couldn't linger on the 
past yet and either wanted to be alone to think of nothing or continue 
the conversation.



"Huh?"  Willow was confused for a moment at the sudden question.  "No.  
She's with some of the younger slayers tonight.  A lot of them have been 
having nightmares and they feel safer around her now.  She's kinda 
become the leader.  Since Faith is still at the hospital with Robin and 
they're still a little afraid and kinda in awe of you."



"So you two didn't have a fight?"  Buffy thought maybe that's why Willow 
had really come to her room.



Willow grinned, realizing what thought had started this turn in the 
conversation.  "No, Buffy, we didn't have a fight."



"Good."  Buffy seemed content enough to leave it at that.



Willow was pulled to continue though.  "We have been drifting apart.  
She's so into being a slayer now, and being a leader, trying to take 
care of everyone.  She's so excited about what it all means.  And that's 
great.  But I've been there and done all that.  I mean, I grew up with 
the legend.  Now, I'm just mostly tired."



Buffy rolled her eyes at the reference.  "I'm not a legend, Willow.  But 
I understand the tired.  What are ya gonna do?"



Willow was relieved to hear no judgment or preference in Buffy's tone.  
It seemed to be an honest question.  "I don't know.  I think I was just 
rebounding.  It's not love, love.  I know that."



"So we should get you your own room?"  Buffy gently pressed for further 
answers.



"Not just yet.  We may be going our separate ways, but the sex is still 
great.  We'll see what happens."  Willow smirked.



Buffy glanced at Willow's face and smiled, nodding her head knowingly in 
response, her smile grew.



"What?!"  Willow demanded, trying to hold back her laughter.



"It's that pierced tongue thing, isn't it?"  Buffy was trying hard not 
to laugh, herself.



Willow groaned.  "I can't believe I said that.  I was nervous.  And we 
know how I am when I'm nervous.  Still, I can't believe I said that with 
Dawn in the room."



Buffy finally broke down laughing.  "Dawn's fine.  I can't believe you 
said that with Giles in the room."  She tormented further.



Willow slapped Buffy's shoulder.  "Stop laughing.  It's your fault."



"Ouch.  My fault?"  Buffy asked, turning her head so she could watch 
Willow explain this one.



"Yes.  If your crazy plan didn't depend on me doing some super spell, I 
wouldn't have been nervous."  Willow argued.



Buffy shook her head and shrugged before laying back again.  "I knew you 
could do it.  And still not my fault.  Your logic in no way resembles 
our earth logic."  She quoted an earlier and simpler time.



Willow chose not to argue the spell point since she had indeed pulled it 
off.  She did pick up on the reference though and continued.  "Mine is 
more advanced.  Though not as advanced as Xander's."  She added.



"That boy does have some logic."  Buffy agreed.  "How's he doing, Will?"



"He's grieving."  Willow succinctly responded.  "And you?  Do you miss 
Spike?"  They had really only lost two people close to the core group.  
They were lucky.  But still, they had lost.



Buffy closed her eyes at the question.  "Do you really want to hear the 
answer?"



"Yeah, Buffy, I really do.  Or I wouldn't have asked.  Something snapped 
in me a while ago, and I shrugged my shoulders at the whole thing."  
Willow thought there was probably a better way of saying she accepted it 
and hoped Buffy wouldn't get mad.



Buffy didn't get mad.  She understood what Willow meant to say and was 
used to the way she sometimes said things.  "Kinda like how we shrugged 
our shoulders at Xander's Anya thing?"



Willow breathed a sigh of relief.  "Yeah, exactly.  Hey, did you guys 
ever shrug at me and Tara?"



Buffy shrugged her shoulders and Willow slapped them again.  "Ouch 
still."  Buffy protested.



"That didn't hurt."  Willow defended her reaction.  "You miss him, don't 
you?"  She thought she knew.  She just wanted Buffy to talk about it.



"Yeah.  Of course I miss him."  Buffy just stared at the ceiling a 
moment before continuing.  "It even hurts.  Bad."  She closed her eyes.



"I'm sorry, Buffy."  Willow wasn't sure there was anything else she 
could say.



"Thanks.  I think Xander has it the worst.  He loved Anya."  Buffy 
offered in honesty.



"You didn't love Spike?"  Willow was a little confused now.



"No.  At least not love, love."  Buffy admitted.



Willow thought maybe she finally understood what it was to Buffy: 
rebound and comfort.  "But the sex was great, right?"



Buffy's eyes opened in shock and she covered her blush with her hands.  
"Willow!  I can't believe you just said that.  Again.  You must be vamp 
you.  You, you isn't usually so bold."



Willow was enjoying shocking Buffy.  Being in a relationship that wasn't 
true love she felt let her grow up a little.  And she thought she 
finally understood some of Buffy's choices a little better.  "Still have 
a pulse.  You can check it any time.  Come on, fess up, the sex was 
great, wasn't it?"



Buffy smiled, meeting the challenge and trying to shock her friend 
back.  "Oh hell yeah.  The sex was mind blowing.  It was often violent, 
occasionally kinky, definitely obsessive and addicting.  But I stopped 
it.  I swear I stopped it.  Then he got his soul back and he was just 
there, you know?  He was really there, behind his eyes.  And it was 
really comforting."  Buffy closed her eyes again, no longer trying to 
shock Willow, she remembered how it was at the end.  "I really miss 
him.  I'm glad he got to be a champion in the end and all.  But I really 
hurt with missing him."



Willow rolled over to Buffy and gave her a quick hug then returned to 
her place on the bed.  "I really am sorry."



"Thanks, Will."  Buffy wiped a tear from her eye and forced a smile to 
return.  "I needed to finally tell someone all of that."



"Well yeah."  Willow was glad Buffy let some of it out.  But she could 
tell her friend was in no mood tonight to grieve, so she brought the 
conversation back to its teasing tone.  "You have to confess kinky sex 
to someone."



Buffy laughed gratefully at the turn in the topic, even as she blushed.  
"So... what can you confess then?  Any kinky shenanigans somewhere in 
your past?"





Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
Buffy:  "I kinda love you."
                     'Choices'

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