Re: Fic: The Complex Lives....

[Mike Cronin <wizathogwarts@xxxxxxxxx>]

Cilia,

 

Very good rewrite in spite of your beta ;)

Liked the way you expanded on both girls involvement and I hope you can keep the tension growing slowly.  This is a very fun wiffy that I think most of us really need right now, kinda like a qualude with a Wild Turkey chaser.  Just kinda makes you go Ahhhhh, that's so cool.

 

I'd write more but after 3 long Islands I don't really trust myself.

 

-mike

"S.M. Cilia" <cilia@xxxxxxx> wrote:

> Hi!
>
> Hopefully me and my super-beta Howard have solved the problems with
> the formatting now. If this comes across as a bit off then try:
> http://www.mmedia.is/~cilia/TheComplexLives.htm
>
> So with thanks to Howard for being a general beta-pain here goes
> nothing. Drum roll please!
>
> Story premise: Set during the high school era, this is a totally off
> kilter story about Willow becoming a cheerleader and Buffy becoming
> the quarterback of the football team. All due to, of course, the
> "mysterious" death-rate in Sunnydale. With a complete lack of vampires
> for the most part, it's a spin on the classic football romance. This
> will be a completely open ended story, as most fluff is, so updates
> will be infrequent.
>
>
> The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and
>  Quarterbacks
> Cilia
>
>
> Prologue: The Cheerleader and the Quarterback
>
>
>
> '"It'll be fun," they said. "It couldn't hurt," they said. "It'll look
> good on your college application," they said. But they never said it
> would be this short,' Willow Rosenberg thought as she studied herself
> in her full length mirror. 'No way in hell I'm going out in public
> wearing this skimpy thing.' Still, Sunnydale High's resident brainiac
> and proud, card-carrying member of the Scooby Gang, was now,
> officially, a cheerleader.
>
> She was struck by an amusing thought so she reached for her pom-poms.
> Watching herself in the mirror, she started to do a little routine.
> "Razorbacks! Razorbacks! Go, go, go! May we be fast and they be slow!"
> she sang and jumped up and down before breaking down in a fit of giggles.
>
> Willow did look good in the outfit though; with her pale but shapely
> legs--honed from much running from baddies or chasing Buffy--go
> ing
>  up
> forever before reaching the short yellow skirt. Her exposed midriff
> was nothing to be ashamed of either and her long red hair, once
> braided and done up, was a marvel to behold. Willow the Cheerleader
> was, in all honesty, extremely easy on the eyes.
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
>
> Meanwhile, there was much pondering going on with the coaches of the
> Sunnydale High Razorbacks. There was a lack of suitable quarterback
> candidates for the team. Given they had receivers that could outrun
> any in the county--with strong legs being an absolute must in
> Sunnydale if you wanted to live to see graduation--a strong defensive
> line, and the hottest cheerleaders in the state. But there was not one
> student in the school who could throw the pigskin around. An errant
> ball hit the head coach.
>
> "Sorry," the would-be jock shouted his apology.
>
> But the infinite patience of the warm hearted, and all around nice
> guy, Coach Jared Jameson ensured that th
> e
>  Sunnydale Razorbacks were a
> team like no other.
>
> "For the love of--" Coach Jameson exclaimed as he kicked the ball and
> sent it flying. He was a tall man in his late forties, with graying
> hair and sharp features. As it turns out, he had been quite the kicker
> in his day and still reportedly had some juice left in his long legs.
> The ball sailed off and was lost beyond the end zone. Usually the most
> stoic of men, the lack of a team leader was getting to the renowned,
> saint-like coach.
>
> "Guess we can write the try-outs off the list?" Assistant Coach Julia
> Landis asked. A dark haired woman in her late thirties, she was the
> result of a mistake in hiring that had turned into a PR coup for the
> school.
>
> "God?" Coach Jameson asked and raised his hands to the skies. "Give me
> just this one break and I will not ask for anything else ever again."
>
> Coach Landis sighed at the antics of the head-coach.
>
> The lost football then cam
> e flying
>  back in a graceful arc and landed
> in the waiting hands of Coach Jameson. A pair of heads turned and four
> eyes landed on and then squinted at what looked like a petite, blond
> junior who waved at them from the other end of the football field.   
> "Nice kick," she called out to them with a smile before being charged
> upon by two very happy football coaches. They had The Sunnydale
> Razorbacks' new quarterback: Buffy Anne Summers. 
>
>
>
> Chapter One: Come again?
>
>
>
> Buffy wondered, 'How'd I get myself into this mess?' as she put on her
> pads. She took a moment to just look at the yellow and red jersey with
> the number nine and  'Summers' spelled on the back. Shaking her head
> with a soft laugh, she slipped it on as she wondered how her friends
> would take this newest weirdness.
>
> There were no rules against girls playing high school football--this
> being California, the state of free range liberals. She dressed in
>  a
> separate dressing room from the all boy team, the cheerleaders' locker
> room to be exact. The only reason she didn't change with the rest of
> the team was that she didn't want to give them a free show.  Anyways,
> it wasn't like she'd be tempted to even look at them--not anymore at
> least. But for now, it was her little secret that nobody--not even
> Willow--knew about. In other words, she wasn't quite ready to go
> public with her Sapphic longings just yet.
>
> Tucking her helmet under her arm she jogged out of the locker room and
> onto the practice field.  There her eyes met sparkling green ones and
> a silence fell over the green grass of the football field.
>
> The rest of the world noticed her while she only noticed Willow.
>
> Willow, who had been so transfixed on Buffy in all her
> football-goddess glory, hid her face behind her pom-poms.
>
> Although Buffy didn't stand more then five foot two, she made a
> striking figure in 
> her pads
>  and tight pants. Her blond hair was
> tightly pulled up in a French bun and she looked extremely
> warrior-like with the black marks under her eyes. One could almost say
> that she looked lethal and sexy at the same time. Of course, those two
> often go together and her effect on the players and cheerleaders was
> immediate.
>
> "No way!" Cordelia Chase, head-cheerleader as per the universal order,
> shouted as she saw the new quarterback the coach had been talking about.
>
> "Buffy," Coach Jameson said as he walked over carrying a clipboard and
> the smile of a man at peace with the universe.
>
> "Coach," she said as she stood up straight and gave the cordial man a
> puzzled look. The rest of the faculty at the school always called her
> 'Summers', but Coach Jameson seemed different, more relaxed even.
>
> "Ready to throw some footballs?" he asked and tucked the clipboard
> under his arm.
>
> "Just point me in the right direction," she replied with
>  a
>  lopsided
> grin. She walked past the gaping cheerleaders that had been practicing
> on the sidelines, but not without waving to Willow who just smiled her
> big smile and waved her pom-pom back.
>
> "This is so wrong!" one cheerleader, Jennifer a rather bitchy senior,
> protested as she pouted and huffed in complete disgust.
>
> "The rules do state that she can play," Willow said in defense of her
> friend.
>
> "I think it's cool a girl is playing," Litni Speed, a blond junior
> cheerleader, said as the group watched Buffy warming up her throwing arm. 
>
>
> "What about you, Cordy?" Willow asked, turning her best resolve face
> to the still flabbergasted head cheerleader.
>
> "Her name has a double consonant, we have to do something about that.
> Otherwise, hell, if she wins us games, it's cool," she exclaimed
> cheerfully. She winked at Willow and the happy hacker breathed a sigh
> of relief. Cordelia being down with it meant the discussion was
>  over.
> In the eyes of the squad at least.
>
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
>
> Buffy could sense the strange mix of doubt, interest, and male
> hormones when the coach introduced her to her teammates. Her guards
> were two tall and massively wide seniors that looked like they ate a
> cow each for breakfast. After they milked it. Twins by the looks of
> them, both had blond surfer hair and blue eyes that shone with honesty.
>
> "These are Jon and Tuck, the Smith brothers. Or as some announcers
> call them, The Twin Engines of Destruction," Coach Jameson introduced
> the pair with a small smile. "They're going to make sure that nobody
> gets near you."
>
> 'Again with the first names. What is with that?' Buffy thought as she
> looked at her teammates.
>
> "Hi," Buffy said and stuck out her hand.
>
> The twin on the left shook her hand and softly said, "Jon." Then the
> other copied with, "Tuck." The two said nothing else, just smiled
> politely.
> "Strong
>  silent types?" she asked and both boys smiled a small smile.
>
> 'No need to tell Coach that I could floor them in a second, though,'
> Buffy thought ruefully to herself, remembering not to be too firm when
> she shook their hands.
>
> Then Coach Jameson introduced two lean looking boys, the oddest wide
> receiver pair she'd ever seen. Both looked like they could go from
> zero to fifty in under a millisecond.
>
> "This is Harry Kim," he said as he introduced an Asian youth.
>
> Harry stuck out his hand "Welcome aboard, Cap," he said in a cheerful
> voice.
>
> Buffy couldn't help but to smile at the cheerful boy as she took his
> hand. "Happy to be here, Harry," she replied.
>
> 'I know that face from somewhere,' she thought as she studied him a
> bit closely, but just couldn't place him.
>
> "And this is William Godspeed, or Wild Bill as we call him," the coach
> said, introducing a young black man who, likewise, very politely
> offered Buffy 
> his
>  hand.
>
> "A pleasure, ma'am," he said in a cultured voice that spoke of
> boarding school abroad at some point in his life. "Coach tells us that
> you can throw the pigskin?" he asked.
>
> "That's what he thinks," Buffy said with a shy smile. 
>
> 'He sounds like Giles, all cultured and stuff,' she thought to herself
> with a silent giggle.
>
> "Let's try it then, shall we?" he asked and flipped a ball to her.
>
> Buffy looked down at the ball and then back up at the receiver.
> "Okay," she said with a grin as Couch Jameson started to clear the field.
>
> "Go!" Buffy shouted after the field cleared.
>
> Wild Bill was off like a rocket. When he was far enough away Buffy
> drew back her arm and let the ball fly. Poor Wild Bill never knew what
> hit him as he caught the ball. He was knocked back flat on his back
> and his body slid across the end zone.
>
> "Wow!" Coach Jameson exclaimed.
>
> Coach Landis was kind enough to close his gapping m
> outh.
>  
>
> From the sidelines, the chanting of, "Gimme a B!" was heard from the
> now mostly convinced cheerleaders. 
>
> But there was a lingering doubt about the new social order of things.
> How could a cheerleader date the quarterback when said quarterback was
> also a girl? Despite this everybody agreed that interesting times were
> ahead at Sunnydale High. For the first time there was hope for a
> Razorback victory.
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> Buffy walked out of the locker room with a sly grin on her face,
> 'Quarterback for the football team. Figures that even my normal life
> should be a bit abnormal.' Then she thought about Willow in her
> cheerleader uniform and her grin grew into smile that was quickly
> followed by a blush.
>
> 'Well, I am the quarterback,' she thought to herself with a laugh as
> she opened her locker. She started gathering her books together while
> humming the chants she'd heard the cheerleaders practice.
>
> "Hi!" a perky
>  voice
>  said behind her causing her to jump slightly. She
> turned around to face a grinning Willow. She was dressed in her normal
> clothes--clothes that somehow seemed even more alluring than ever
> before because Buffy had now seen hints of the body beneath.
>
> "Willow," she said with a mock scowl. "Never sneak up on a..."
>
> "Quarterback?" Willow asked with an impish smile.
>
> "That too," Buffy answered as the scowl eased into a gentle smile.
>
> "We're on for coffee and history later right?" Willow asked as she
> studied her friend. She noticed some new things; a small smudge of
> dirt on her cheek and the rumpled hair in a loose braid. Licking her
> fingers she reached out and took care of the smudge.
>
> "I..." Buffy stammered as she felt Willow's finger on her cheek.
> "Yeah, we're on," she finally managed to answer as Willow finished
> cleaning her face.
>
> "Great," Willow exclaimed, then gave Buffy a strange look followed by
> a mysterious s
> mile
>  before turning away and heading for class. She
> headed for class leaving a pleasantly surprised quarterback/slayer
> behind her.
>
> 'I think I like cheerleaders' Buffy thought with a smile as she closed
> her locker and headed for class.
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> While heading out for her study-date with Willow, Buffy was
> intercepted by a hyped up Xander--best male friend and jokester
> supreme--with a grinning Cordelia trailing behind him.
>
> "Tell me it isn't true?" Xander asked. "Have you any idea what this
> does to the shreds of masculinity I have left? Best friend
> cheerleader! Other best friend quarterback! Me, team mascot?" he asked
> rapidly before Buffy even got a chance to answer.
>
> "You're the team mascot?" Buffy asked after a moment of stunned silent
> and that sent Cordelia into a fit of giggles.
>
> Xander threw up his hands and asked God, who was getting tired of all
> these questions, what he'd done to deserve this cruel jo
> ke of a
>  life.
>
> "Xander, relax. Your masculinity is still in working order," Buffy
> said as she stopped her friend from going down on his knees and
> praying in the corridor. "Just ask Cordy," she said with a smirk which
> caused the head cheerleader to blush. "See?" she said as she pointed
> at Cordelia. Then she executed a strategic retreat.
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> Walking down the sunlit street towards the coffee shop where Willow
> waited, Buffy thought about possibilities. The effects of her
> decisions to help the team and how cute Willow looked in the
> cheerleader outfit--an image that was stuck in her mind. It would be
> promptly transferred to the fantasy memory of her mind at the first
> opportunity and be marked for later use that day.
>
> When she reached the shop, she stopped and watched Willow through the
> window. Her friend was sipping a cup of cappuccino: decaf, with extra
> foam and four sugars. The shop was a nice little place facing
>  the
> street, with flowers growing in boxes under the windows. She smiled to
> herself and steeled herself so she wouldn't do anything stupid--like
> throwing Willow over her shoulder and running off with her. She also
> tried not to think about how 'date-like' this whole situation was. She
> entered the shop and pulled her history book from her pack. She graced
> her cheerleader with a loving smile. When the happy hacker looked up,
> Buffy felt like she was staring into the sun and got dizzy. She
> slipped into the seat next to Willow and smiled
>
> 'My cheerleader? What the hell is happening to me?' she thought to
> herself.
>
> Yep, strange times were ahead at Sunnydale High.
>
>
>
> Chapter Two: The Complexity of Life Increases
>
>
>
> The sun was slowly setting over the Razorbacks' field, casting long
> shadows from the end posts onto the green turf and the stands. At the
> end zone, with her back against the sun, stood Buffy
>  Summers:
> Quarterback and newly crowned football-princess of Sunnydale High.
>
> Buffy was truly impressive to behold, standing there with her blond
> locks loose and almost merging with the yellow of her team jacket. She
> was like a taut string as she readied herself for the throw. The ball
> left her hand at great speed and thundered straight into the small net
> set up at the end of the field. Five throws and counting, each one
> dead on.
>
> Yes, the newest member of the Razorbacks had both: Stunning good looks
> and a canon for an arm.
>
> She picked up one of the last of the balls from the bag with the
> playbook lying open next to it. Coach Jameson, a true saint of a man,
> had spent the entire day explaining to her the various plays that the
> Razorbacks' used. To her credit she had paid attention and hadn't made
> too many silly comments. Silly comments being along the lines of; "A
> shotgun? Cool!"
>
> It was the general consensus, among 
> almost
>  everybody that had ever met
> Coach Jameson, that he really was way too nice to be a football coach.
>
> Buffy readied her arm and let fly, only to have the ball caught by
> Giles as he strolled onto the field.
>
> 'Wow, Tweed-man can catch!  Uh-oh, he's got that speech look!' Buffy
> thought. She watched her watcher as he strolled over the field,
> examining the ball closely over the rim of his glasses.
>
> "What a cricket bowler you would have made," was the first thing he
> said as he tossed the ball back to her.
>
> "Yeah, guess slayer strength has its benefits," Buffy said as she
> pulled back her arm. "And why would I bowl crickets, anyways?" she
> asked deadpan. She let the ball fly again, this one missing its mark
> by a mile and literally burrowing into the turf on impact.
>
> "You do realize that I strongly object to this," Giles stated in
> matter of fact tone ignoring the insect comment for the sake of his
> sanity.  He studied
>  his
>  slayer standing there in the yellow and red
> jacket of the Sunnydale High Razorbacks and he felt strangely proud,
> far more proud than when she'd tried to join the cheerleaders. For
> despite his strong objections, this was more appropriate for a slayer
> than prancing around in a short skirt.
>
> "I know Giles, but this feels so...so...normal," she said as picked up
> another ball. She let it rip and hit the target dead center. "In a
> strange way, though," she added.
>
> "You could seriously injure someone," Giles said as he looked down at
> his slayer and gave her the 'responsibility' look.
>
> "I know. But it's more likely that I'll be taking hits than dealing
> them out, you know. So better me than some poor jock," Buffy stated as
> she looked around for more balls to throw at her target.
>
> "I've been reading up on this...sport," Giles said with a grimace and
> Buffy let out a giggle. "Yes, I know, very amusing. Let's tease the
> Englishman o
> n
>  American football," Giles said with a sound of mock
> insult in his voice. He then added with pride, "You were the talk of
> the faculty lounge today, by the way."
>
> Buffy looked up at her watcher with wide eyes. "So you're okay with me
> doing all this?" she asked while waving her hand across the field of
> green turf and white lines.
>
> "You deserve a normal life, Buffy," Giles stated softly. He placed his
> hands on his Slayer's shoulders and said, "So, while I may not approve
> of this barbaric exercise in normality, I will not stand in your way.
> Just don't forget your other duties," he reminded her firmly. He
> brushed a stray piece of grass from Buffy's shoulder before lowering
> his hands.
>
> Buffy gave a firm nod and then drew a stake from the pocket of her
> team jacket. "As a matter of fact, I was just getting to that," she
> said with a big smile.
>
> "That's a good girl," Giles commented in an oh-so dignified and
> responsible manne
> r. He
>  took off his glasses, giving them a good polish
> in his manly, emotionally repressed way.
>
> "But I do expect you, as a respected member of the Sunnydale High
> faculty, to be in the crowd on game night, tomorrow," she added with
> an impish grin.
>
> Giles' face fell and he nearly dropped his now shining glasses as she
> patted his shoulder.
>
> She left and went about to retrieve the balls. She struggled a bit to
> pull out the one that was imbedded in the ground, then sheepishly
> tried to cover the mini-crater up with her foot.
>
> Her watcher to gave a long sigh and turned his eyes skyward. The
> Powers That Be got yet another question along the lines of 'why me'
> directed at them because of the slayer that day.
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> She spent a rather boring night of slaying with her mind firmly fixed
> on the plays Coach Jameson had been drilling into her that day. She
> walked as if on autopilot, or maybe guided by some instinct,
>  towards
> Willow's house. Finding herself standing underneath Willow's window,
> her senses returned to her and she looked up. She heard the sounds of
> a routine being practiced in the upstairs bedroom. It was the same one
> she'd heard on the field that morning; the one about her.
>
> "Give me a B!" Willow's voice drifted down towards to the grinning
> slayer turned quarterback. She pictured her Willow in that outfit
> practicing in front of the mirror.
>
> 'Whoa, my Willow!' Buffy caught herself thinking. She smiled again as
> she tried it out again this time out loud: "My Willow," she whispered
> and grinned a bit, then panicked as a red haired head popped out the
> window.
>
> "Buffy?" Willow asked as she looked down and saw nothing. She shook
> her head at her own silliness, 'Why would Buffy be standing underneath
> my window, anyways.'
>
> Willow leaned further out her window, 'Just to make sure there's no
> slayer lurking below waiting to cli
> mb up
>  and...' Willow's thoughts
> trailed off into a very naughty place while she blushed.
>
> Buffy peeked around the tree she'd hidden herself behind in a burst of
> slayer speed. Looking up at Willow in her cheerleading outfit with her
> hair hanging down, she had a wicked idea. She crouched down, waiting
> for just the right moment to pounce.
>
> Willow kept scanning the yard below her, with a faint blush still in
> her cheeks, when she heard the rustle of leaves. With a loud thud,
> something landed on her roof. Looking up, she let out an, "Eep!" as
> Buffy swung down and came face to upside down face with her.
>
> "Hi, Wills," Buffy said as she swayed back and forth in front of
> Willow while humming the theme from the Spider-Man cartoon.
>
> The cheerleader leaned back a bit to just stare at her friend.
> "Err...Buffy...what..." Willow managed to get out before she started
> laughing. Buffy just looked so ridiculous, hanging upside down from
> the ed
> ge of the
>  roof, and dangling outside her bedroom window.
>
> "Hope you don't mind me swinging by?" Buffy joked as she swayed back
> and forth. Then she smoothly swung herself into Willow's room where
> she found herself standing almost nose to nose with Willow in all her
> cheerleading glory.
>
> "No...no..." Willow managed to get out as she stared at Buffy. Again,
> she found the strange urge to clean of a speck of dirt; this time on
> the slayer's forehead. She licked her finger and rubbed it away.
>
> "Thanks," Buffy said with a smile as she rubbed the spot where Willow
> had touched her.
>
> "So what brings you by?" Willow asked as she stepped back from Buffy.
> She held her
> pom-poms in front of her as she sat down on the bed.
>
> "Just making sure that you weren't...you know...getting power-freaked.
> First game of the season tomorrow and all," Buffy said as she leaned
> back against the windowsill.
>
> "No, I mean yes, I mean--" Willow blurted and 
> then hid
>  her face in her
> pom-poms. "I
> keep thinking why I am doing this?" she admitted as Buffy approached her.
>
> The bed moved as Buffy sat down on it and placed her arm around
> Willow's shoulders. "'Cause you're good at it, and some part of you
> must want this," Buffy said in an earnest voice.
>
> Willow looked up from her pom-poms and smiled.
>
> "Plus, you're cute in that outfit," Buffy added with a sly smile.
>
> Willow tugged at the hem of her short skirt. "First I wanted to do
> this to show everybody that--that I wasn't just a nerd, but now..."
>
> "But now?" Buffy asked. She looked firmly at Willow's face with her
> most caring look.
>
> "But now...I kinda do it to be there for you," Willow answered in a
> low voice as she
> lushed a bit.
>
> Buffy couldn't help to smile at how good her Willow was to her.
>
> "I heard," Buffy answered as she cast her eyes to the window. "When I
> was standing outside," she explained. "So this isn't j
> ust about
>  the
> college application thingy?"
>
> Willow gave a guilty little smile. "Maybe a bit, but I'm there, one
> hundred percent behind my quarterback," she answered honestly with a
> firm nod of her head.
>
> "Well it's good to know I'll be out there with my Willow cheering me
> on," Buffy answered. She pulled Willow close to her and rubbed her
> nose against Willow's, She smiled as Willow giggled at the contact
> between them.
> They stayed like that for a while, just resting their foreheads
> against each other's, enjoying the warmth until finally: "Want to stay
> over?" Willow shyly asked.
>
> "Hmm, need to call Mom first," Buffy said as she played with the
> pom-poms. She had weaved the yellow and red ribbons together and it
> made her think about what a nice red color Willow's hair was.
>
> It was by mere chance that the team colors of the Razorbacks so nicely
> mirrored Buffy and Willow's hair. Yet, if truly in love, people will
> find reminders 
> of their
>  loved one in nearly everything they see. It
> just so happened that Willow's pom-poms were a beautiful metaphor
> through which Buffy could focus her thoughts about her cheerleader.
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> When they were getting ready for bed and Buffy was slipping out of her
> clothes, she couldn't help but to sneak a peek at Willow. Willow
> dressed up in her red pajamas while Buffy herself buttoned up the
> borrowed yellow pajama top. Buffy then dove under the covers like a
> little girl, which made Willow smile.
>
> Willow debated internally how far she should button her pajama shirt
> up, settling finally on leaving the top two buttons undone.
>
> Still, one button or two, the girls did look delicious in their night
> clothes. Enough so that a single glimpse would most likely fuel a
> young man's fantasies--let alone each other's--for months if not years
> to come.
>
> Before heading for the bed, Willow picked up Buffy's team jacket,
> shook o
> ut a bit
>  of dust, and hung it on the back of her chair. She
> then started to fold the slayer's clothes and lay them out on her
> chair for the coming morning.
>
> "Willow, stop that," Buffy ordered with a giggle from the bed.
>
> "Sorry," Willow apologized with a blush. She slipped into the bed next
> to Buffy. "Didn't really plan on 'sleeping' with the quarterback so
> soon in the season," she then joked, ending it with a lengthy yawn.
> She grabbed her mouth as soon as the words had left it, but still
> yawned a bit while still wide eyed with shock. Making a truly bizarre
> sight to see and hear.
>
> 'Only Willow can have a shocked yawn!' Buffy thought as she buried her
> head in the pillows to muffle her laughter. "Sorry, sleepiness," she
> said as she came up for air, only to see Willow's smiling face.
>
> "I'm really happy you're here with me tonight, Buffy," Willow said,
> her voice a little bit sleepy as she wiggled herself into a comfy
> position afte
> r the
>  shock had worn of enough for her to move.
>
> I--" Buffy started but then decided against it. "I'm happy to be here
> too, Wills," she whispered as Willow gave her an impulsive little hug
> and burrowed her head in her shoulder.
>
> "You're the best, Buffy," she whispered.
> Buffy just lay there frozen for a moment before putting her arms
> around her Willow and hugging her back. "You're great too, Wills," she
> whispered into Willow's ear. She felt dizzy as the feel, sight, and
> smell of Willow assaulted her senses. She just wanted to hold her like
> that until the dawn.
>
> As for Willow, she felt so good when Buffy's arms came around her--it
> kind of scared her a bit, how good it was. But she just felt so safe
> as she pressed herself against Buffy. She moved, with perhaps a bit
> more wiggling against the slayer than needed, until she was face to
> face with the other girl, without losing any of that warm and comfy
> contact. "Hmmm, people will ta
> lk if
>  somebody sees you leave tomorrow."
> She giggled as she playfully rubbed her nose against Buffy's.
>
> Buffy started to giggle too. "Little Willow bagged the quarterback.
> You can have bragging rights in the cheerleading squad if you want,"
> she answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
>
> Willow turned a bit redder. "Will...will you brag too, then?" Willow
> asked in a shy little voice that made Buffy feel all tingly inside.
>
> "Don't tease," Buffy mock scolded. She moved them around, cheating a
> bit with slayer strength, so that she was laying half on top of the
> taller Willow with her arms wrapped around her. "Not too heavy?" she
> asked as she snuggled into Willow's shoulder with a sigh.
>
> "No, just perfect, Buffy. You're just perfect," Willow answered as she
> stifled a yawn.
>
> "Any butterflies?" Buffy asked placing her hand on Willow's tummy.
> Then slipping it under the pajamas between the buttons.
>
> "Your hands are cold,"
>  Willow
>  giggled as Buffy stroked her tummy. She
> was sure that, if she was a cat, she'd purr right about now. "No, no
> butterflies," she answered. She looked down and watched where some of
> her long red hair mixed with Buffy's blonde locks as her eyes began to
> grow heavier.
>
> Buffy kept her hand on her tummy. "Willow, if you get nervous, come
> see me, okay?" Buffy said in a soft and caring voice. She looked up
> and smiled at Willow. "Promise," she added as she started to pull her
> hand out of Willow's red pajamas.
>
> Willow put her had on top of Buffy's. "I promise," Willow answered
> with a lazy smile. "Keep it there, please," she then added in that
> same shy voice. "Feels nice." With a guilty smile, she slowly
> unbuttoned the lower half of the shirt, leaving it hanging on by just
> a single button, making her even more exposed to the Slayer's roaming
> hand. "Buffy..." Willow started but it turned into a long yawn as her
> eyelids sank lower.
> "Sleep,
>  Willow," Buffy whispered as she kissed Willow on the cheek.
>
> The sleepy cheerleader mumbled a sleepy, "Alright," and snuggled a bit
> closer against the warm and comfy slayer as she drifted of into the
> land of dreams.
>
>
> ~*~*~*~
>
>
> Buffy, on the other hand, lay awake for the longest time just staring
> at Willow: her red hair, her soft pale skin. She marveled at the stark
> contrast between her own hand and Willow's stomach where it rested.
> When she was sure that Willow was sound asleep, dreaming of code and
> test scores, the slayer gathered her courage, raised herself up on her
> elbow, and whispered. "Willow I think...I think, I like-like you."
> Then she gently kissed Willow on the lips before resting her head on
> Willow's shoulder. Snuggling close, she gave in to the Sandman's call.
>
> If somebody happened to look in on Willow's bedroom that night, not
> knowing the full story, they would have been misled. One would think
> tha
> t here
>  two lovers slept, not merely two friends, such was the
> closeness of their embrace.
>
>
>
> Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
> Buffy:  "I kinda love you."
>                       —'Choices'
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