FIC: The Complex Lives... (Part 3)

["S.M. Cilia" <cilia@xxxxxxx>]

Hi!

Tried to post this as two parts on BLW, but I messed it up, so no
chances are being taken and this is posted as a single post here.

I'd like to once again thank my beta-beast Howard and my proof-girl
Dutch for helping make this a better fic.

So once again, directly from my brain, chewed on by my beta-beast and
made pretty by my proof-girl. I give you the next TWO chapters in;
"The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks story", a fluff of
epic size (CLCQ for short, try sounding that one out "lol") 

Enjoy!

The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Cilia

Chapter 4: On the Green Field of Glory

It's hard to describe the atmosphere that forms at the opening game of
any sports season at any school. It's a heady mix of pride, ego,
adrenaline, and truly garish colors.

Buffy could hear the dim noise drifting down into the cheerleaders'
dressing room as game time neared. Her stomach was calm as she gripped
the football in her hands. She was already dressed in her pads and
uniform. Her gloves, a gift from her mother, smelled new and squeaked
as she worked her fingers.

'I can do this. Just dodge and don't knock them over,' she thought to
herself. She stood up and ran her hand across her tied up hair. It
would have been picturesque to have it flowing behind her from
underneath the helmet, but Coach Landis had quietly suggested she keep
it tied up. No reason to give the jocks of Sunnydale High a bigger
insecurity complex by having the quarterback take the field with her
long blond locks flowing behind her. That would be just plain evil.

"Buffy," somebody--well not just somebody--a very delicious looking
Willow whispered from behind her.

Buffy almost jumped out of her pads. She dropped the ball, then
fumbled to catch it again before turning around. She came face to face
with Willow; her hair done to perfection and her pale face brought
forth by just the hint of makeup. Buffy softened on the spot. "Willow,
you look...wow!" she said.

The cheerleader blushed a bit and hid her face in her pom-poms.
"Cordelia and the girls did it," she explained.

Buffy pushed down the pom-poms to study her friend better. 'Wow.
Willow has always been pretty, though,' Buffy thought to herself. She
touched Willow's cheek, causing the other girl to blush even more.

"Yes, I am real," Willow giggled as she put down her pom-poms. She
held up a canister with something very black and sticky in it. "For
under your eyes," she explained as she opened the container. She took
a black smudge onto her fingers and gently applied it under Buffy's
eyes. Letting her hand linger there after she'd drawn the second line,
Willow tried to remember to breathe.

Buffy captured Willow's pale hand in her gloved one and held it to her
face. "You'll do great," she told her friend firmly.

"So will you," Willow said right back and gave Buffy a kiss on the
forehead. Then she reluctantly withdrew her hand, lingering with her
fingertips before letting go. "Well, we're up," she said and shook her
pom-poms. "Wish me luck," she said.

"Good luck, Wills," Buffy said and smiled as Willow skipped off with
her skirt swishing around her legs.

As Willow was exiting, Coach Landis entered the cheerleaders' locker
room. She smiled at Willow when she skipped past and then gave Buffy a
more knowing smile. "The boys are dressed and waiting for you," she
told her.

"Err, Coach..." Buffy started as she looked up at the woman who'd
earlier that day told her about her own wife and daughter.

"You care about her, don't you?" Coach Landis asked as she studied the
quarterback.

"Yes, yes I do." Buffy confessed and looked down at the ball in her
hands and gave it a good squeeze.

"I think she cares too," Coach Landis told her as she patted her
shoulder. "It'll work itself out," she told Buffy as she led her out
across the hall and into the boys' locker room.

Buffy entered the room and felt very small for the briefest moment as
she shouldered her way past the defensive team. She approached Coach
Jameson standing at the blackboard. "Coach," she nodded, taking her
seat in front of her locker. It was reserved for her, despite her
dressing in the other room.

"Good, we're all here," Coach Jameson said as he looked around at the
team he'd assembled for the season. Many things could be said about
the Sunnydale High Razorbacks' that season, but the cruel joke would
be that they were tall, lean, mean and busty. Coach Jameson only saw
potential that day: A truly unorthodox team put together by an
unorthodox coach.

"We've got some new faces with us this season. Some are no longer with
us and we're sad for it, but we also rejoice at these new arrivals,"
he said and allowed his eyes to scan the group. "Each one of you
brings something different to this mix. Some of you might run faster
then a speeding train, if you tried. Others might be able to tackle a
raging bull to the ground, if you tried. Some of you could hurl a rock
to the moon, if you tried," he paused and looked at the slightly
confused team, the juniors more so than the seniors. "I guess what I'm
trying to say is, you can do anything if you just try," he explained
as he scratched the back of his head.

Coach Landis stepped up and gave him a good pat on the back before
facing the team.

"You know the plays, you've trained hard, and you've got the will to
win," she said in a much firmer voice. "We've got everything we need
right here," she said and beat her first against her chest and was met
by a chorus of, "Yeah!"

At first, Buffy found it a bit awkward saying, 'Yeah,' as Coach Landis
started to walk around the room.

"We've got everything we need right here," she said and patted a big
linebacker on the shoulders.

The shouts grew louder and Buffy started to feel herself swept along.

Grabbing Buffy by the arm and raising it into the air, Coach Landis
looked around. "We've got everything we need right here," she said as
Buffy blushed a bit at the attention. "So get out there and give 'em
hell!" she exclaimed and the team exploded and Buffy felt herself
being pushed out of the room by a wave of bodies.

"Sorry, J.J," Coach Landis said as the team followed them out.

"It's okay, Julie. They need to hear something fiery every now and
then," Coach Jameson answered with a saintly smile as he watched his
team race through the tunnel leading to the field.


~*~*~*~


The Razorback cheerleaders were whipping the crowd into frenzy. Willow
felt like she was dreaming; the calls of the crowd barely registered
with her as she went through the routines. Never in her life had she
suspected that she'd be chanting and shaking her hips like this, but
now she was out there and she loved it. She was standing on the
sidelines as the announcer was introducing the opposing team. The
whole stadium held its breath. There was a brief pause, followed a by
a drum roll from the band. Willow couldn't shake the feeling that one
of the flute players looked very familiar somehow.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome the pride of Sunnydale High
School: The Mighty Razorbacks!" thundered over the speakers. The crowd
jumped to its feet and the noise was overwhelming when the Razorbacks
burst from the tunnel. Willow jumped to her feet and started her
routine, but her eyes were fixed on the petite quarterback with the
number 9 and 'Summers' written on her back.

The two teams' quarterbacks approached the center of the field. The
referee flipped the coin, Buffy called, "Heads," and the three watched
as it landed heads-up on the green turf. After a single word from
Buffy, the referee exclaimed, "Razorbacks choose offense!" he turned
back to the team captains, "Now, shake hands."

The Bulldogs' quarterback, decked out in white and blue, leered at
Buffy as she offered him her hand. "Shouldn't you be cheering?" he
asked as he took Buffy's offered hand.

Buffy just smiled at him and shook his hand firmly. "You know, I was
going to ask you the same thing," she answered and winked at him,
causing him to glare.

In the huddle, Buffy talked the team through the play and tried not to
sound too nervous or giddy about the whole thing. "Okay, we'll go with
Red Three on one," she explained. She looked at the Smith Twins.
"Boys, those guys really don't seem to like girls as quarterbacks,"
she said with a grin.

Her comment was met by denials like, "No way!" and, "Why not?" from
the team.

"So, do your best to stop them," she said.

The twins nodded and looked at each other grinning.

Yes, the calm and usually quiet Smith Twins really came alive on the
field. They took great pleasure in smashing the other team into the
green turf with as much force as they could muster. It was either that
or cow-tipping.

"Wild Bill, stay sharp. The ball will be heading for you this time,"
she said.

Wild Bill nodded as he tugged on his gloves. 

Buffy looked around at her teammates and smiled at the hope she saw,
it brought the butterflies back to her stomach in swarms. They really
were counting on her to lead them to victory. Every boy was hoping
against hope that maybe, this year, they'd reclaim their pride and
dignity. "Now, they don't like us and we don't like them, but let's
try to play a good, fair game," she said. After one look at the
stunned faces of her teammates, she broke into laughter. "Let's make
them wish they'd never passed the county line!" she shouted.

A chorus of, "Hell yeah!" answered her.

She thrust her hand into the center of the huddle. "What are we?" she
shouted as other hands joined hers. 

Coach Jameson had explained this ritual to her earlier. He'd said that
it was a long standing tradition for the quarterback to ask that
question, once hands were joined in the huddle. He did not elaborate
on it, he only asked her kindly to keep the tradition alive. Sometimes
Buffy felt she needed a Football Ritual book to go along with her
playbook. This game was just full of little things that made it as
complex as any spell from Giles' books.

"War Pigs!" the team shouted as they raised their hands into the air
and took the field.

A shrewd person would have noticed the Black Sabbath reference; it had
been the Razorbacks' war-cry since the early eighties and it somehow
stuck with the team, although its origins were one of those High
School legends. Some said a metal fan had once been the quarterback
back in '87. Others said it was because the mascot back in '81 had
gone nuts and rushed into the field--tackling four and causing much
injury and mayhem--before being brought down by both teams.


~*~*~*~


Willow watched from the sidelines while she cheered for the
Razorbacks. She smiled when she saw Xander in his pig-suit hamming it
up for the crowd: Doing pratfalls and being a total pig at the
Kool-Aid counter. He was giving the waterboy no end of grief as he
kept stealing the cups.

"Go 'Backs! Go 'Backs! Take on those hacks," Willow cheered and shook
her hips, without any hint of being uncomfortable. For as long as
Buffy was out there she'd be here. 'Oh, that's so cute,' she thought
when she spotted Giles and Joyce in the stands, almost missing her cue
to link up with the rest of the squad. She executed a back flip and
finished off the routine with her pom-poms raised high in the air,
shaking them and cheering her team on.

Giles and Joyce watched from the stands. Giles was in full tweed
regalia, but with a Razorbacks scarf, and looking very much the
perfect English gentleman among the American barbarians. "Tea?" Giles
offered Joyce as he poured himself a cup from his thermos.

Yep, Giles was going about this in as dignified a manner as possible,
and he was not going to sit through all this without his tea. Of
course, he'd brought two cups, just in case.

"Yes, thank you," Joyce said absently as she accepted a cup. Joyce,
the proud mom, was wearing a very silly hat that read, 'My daughter is
the QB,' and carried a Razorbacks' pennant. She kept a close eye on
her daughter out on the field.

The kick-off went off without a hitch. The Bulldogs'
kicker--half-mule, some said--drove it deep into the Razorbacks' end
zone. Harry Kim caught it and ran forward, reaching the fifty yard
line before he was taken down.

The teams formed up for the next play. Buffy took her place and looked
over the Bulldogs' defensive line. She could easily see that, for the
most part, they were either nervous newbies in their first game or
bored veterans. The old hands obviously suspected a cakewalk against
the team with the biggest losing record in the past fifty years.

'Well, I'll give them cake,' she thought as she crouched low. She
called the first play of the game. "Red Three! Red Three! Hut!" she
yelled. The ball flew into her hands as the field exploded into a
melee of clashing pads, helmets and bodies.

The Twins did their job well as they brutally and efficiently kept the
defensive ends away from her. Still, one got through the wall that was
the Smith Twins.

Buffy backed up for the throw and watched Wild Bill take off like he
had wings on his feet. The defensive end went flying towards her,
screaming something very rude about her butt. Buffy just allowed
herself a small smile as she waited until the last second.

Joyce and Willow both gasped when they saw the defensive end hurl
himself at Buffy, while Giles just watched calmly, hoping that she'd
dodge instead of just swatting him away. Coach Jameson gave a quick
Hail Mary.

Buffy dodged and rolled, then came up and let the ball fly into the
air. The stunned crowd watched as the ball sailed into Wild Bill's
hands, then came to life with a roar when he was taken down at the
thirty yard line by the scrambling Bulldogs' defense.

The play had resulted in a twenty yard gain and Coach Jameson cracked
a small smile as he heard the crowd behind him in the stands go wild.

The game dragged on by yards, feet, and sometimes inches as the teams
moved back and forth across the green field. By turns, the crowd
cheered and booed as just about everyone that could be, got slammed to
the ground. But through it all, the Twins stood like rocks while
Buffy's aim was true and always dead-on target. Coach Jameson was
calm, despite the fact that the first win in a long time was in sight,
while Coach Landis chewed her nails down to nothing as the clock
ticked on. The cheerleaders cheered throughout it all.

Trouble began at the start of the third quarter. With the 'Backs
leading twenty-one to seven, they were on their third down with over
twenty yards to go. A lone, frustrated linebacker--a big boy wearing
the number 79--charged Buffy before the ball was in her hands. He
managed to break past the surprised Twins and slam into Buffy sending
her to the ground. The crowd gasped as one when the linebacker stood
up but Buffy didn't. Willow almost rushed out onto the field only to
be restrained by Cordelia who kept a worried calm. Xander grabbed his
head--well his fake-head--while Joyce was running down to the field
with Giles trailing behind her. The announcer, momentarily stunned by
the sheer brutality of the move, snapped out of it and grabbed the
microphone. "Foul, flagrant foul!" he screamed. Buffy lay still on the
green field, staring up at the blue skies with a frown on her lips as
the referee blew the whistle.

"Malicious unnecessary roughness! Number 79! Fifteen yard penalty!
Player disqualified!" the referee called out.



Chapter 5: Girl of Steel



It was an eerie scene as the team rushed towards Buffy's supine form.
The cheerleaders hid their faces in their pom-poms and the linebacker
was soundly booed as he headed for the locker-room. Everybody froze
when Buffy stumbled to her feet, taking off her helmet and shaking her
long blond hair loose.

"She--She's up! Ladies and gentlemen, that is truly a Girl of Steel!"
the announcer exclaimed over the speakers. The crowd exploded and the
cheerleaders came to life.

Willow, most of all. She started jumping up and down and was nearly in
tears, she was so happy that Buffy was unhurt. 'She's alright, she's
alright,' Willow thought. The other cheerleaders started the
soon-to-be-familiar cheer of, "Give me a B!" and the crowd responded
with vigor.

"Cap, you okay?" Harry asked as he looked Buffy over for any signs of
injury, only to be pushed aside by Coach Landis.

"You alright, Summers?" she asked as she looked Buffy thoroughly over
with trained eyes and a worried frown.

"Don't worry, Coach," Buffy said as she pulled off her gloves. "I
rolled with it, wasn't so bad," she explained. "Kick-boxing," she added. 

Coach Landis nodded. "If you don't feel like finishing, 'cause we
could always--" she was stopped by Buffy's raised hand.

"I'll finish. I think they need to lose a bit bigger now," she said
with an evil little smile as she started rubbing her throwing arm.
"Plus we've only got five yards to cover now," she added.

'Girl's got heart,' Coach Landis thought with a smile. "Okay, you're
in. Give 'em hell, kiddo," she said and patted Buffy on the shoulder.

Buffy took her place in the huddle and slipped her helmet back on,
leaving her blond hair flowing out behind her. No mercy for the jocks
this time around.

"You okay, ma'--Buffy?" Wild Bill asked, catching himself and giving
and apologetic smile.

"Never better, Billy-boy," Buffy said with a grin and then looked at
the Twins. "You boys ready to hurt some jerks?" she asked and the
twins nodded with eager smiles. "The call is Yellow Two, we go on
three. Don't leave a defender standing. You with me?" she exclaimed.

"Yes Ma'am!" the team shouted as one. Buffy gave Wild Bill a glare,
then smiled at the team.

The Bulldogs must have known they were in for it when the Razorbacks
took the field again for the final play of the quarter. Buffy seemed
to have grown taller somehow as she took the field with the Twins
flanking her. She was a fierce vision; with her hair trailing behind
her like a waterfall, a swagger in her step, and a predatory smile on
her lips.

"Oh, that looks like one determined lady," the announcer said over the
speakers.

"Please, Lord, don't let her break any bones," Giles offered up a
quick prayer when he saw his slayer take the field with a very
familiar swagger to her walk.

'Oh yeah, jocks to the slaughter,' Xander thought with a grin from
underneath his fake-head. He kept hamming it up for the audience
although he really did need to pee right about now.

Buffy stared down at the players in front of her with fire in her eyes
and looked at the end zone behind them. 'I could just jump over them,
but that's a bit too flashy,' she thought as she ran her hand over the
turf. "Yellow Two! Yellow Two! Hut, hut, hut!" she yelled. Once again,
the now familiar roar of bodies springing into action and clashing
filled the field.

Buffy held the ball in viselike grip and backed up one step. Then she
put her head down and rushed headlong into the pile. It was as if the
tangled mass of bodies parted before her as the Twins rushed a path
through the defenders and Buffy dove in after them. Time seem to crawl
to a halt as she sailed through the gap between the twins. She landed
with a thud in the end zone. As the referee blew the whistle, she
spiked the ball into the ground, tore off her helmet, and did a split
to the roaring approval of the crowd.

"Who's the cheerleader now?" she shouted at the Bulldogs' quarterback
who stood at the sidelines. She laughed when he kicked at his helmet,
hurting his foot in the process.


~*~*~*~


The defensive line took the field after Buffy did her splits. Larry,
the defacto defensive team leader was none too happy. The little dyke
was hogging all the glory and being a general tease. At least that was
his version and he was sticking to it.

"Okay, boys, let's show them what the defense can do," he said. He
gave a growl at the defensive line that seemed overly focused on the
still celebrating quarterback. The little bitch was now doing back
flips along with the cheerleaders in an effort to further piss off the
Bulldogs.

"Guys! Focus on the game, not the sideshow freak," Larry snarled at
his teammates and was met by rather offended glares.

"Man, what's your problem, Larry? We're winning for the first time in,
like, forever," a senior asked. 

Larry grabbed him by his face guard. "Girls don't play football! And
girls don't date cheerleaders!" he growled. "Now stop this play or go
join the dyke up there dancing," he spat, then pushed the linebacker away.

The Razorbacks' defensive line did their job well and the Bulldogs
were in for a world of hurt on both ends. Larry slammed into the
Bulldogs' quarterback with an almost feral snarl on his face. The ball
rolled out of the quarterback's hands only to be picked up by Larry.
He rushed towards the Bulldogs' end-zone, only to be brought down by
three tackles. Still, after the dog pile, he came up grinning and
pumping his fists in the air. His moment was broken though when his
quarterback called out to him as he headed for the bench.

"Hey, Larry. Good work," Buffy yelled to him as she took the field for
the offensive line, only to have the defensive end glare at her and
mutter something rude. "Well, he's not in a good mood," Buffy said
more to herself than to anybody.

"Oh, ignore him, Cap," the senior that had defended her earlier said
as he passed her. "Larry has issues, that's all. Once we win a few,
he'll get over it," he explained and high-fived Buffy as she took the
field.


~*~*~*~


It was a victorious team that returned to the Razorbacks' locker room
after the final whistle had been blown. The Razorbacks were
high-five-ing each other left and right. When Harry made the mistake
of patting Buffy's butt, he braced for the hit. She just smiled and
patted his right back.

The whole celebration came to a sudden halt at a single word uttered
by a single girl. "Buffy!" Willow called out, waving her pom-poms to
get the quarterback's attention.

The entire football team froze, while Larry went in the locker-room in
a huff.

"Go on ahead, guys, I'll catch up when you get dressed," Buffy said.
With sly smiles and pats on her back, the boys filed into the locker
room until it was just Buffy and Willow alone in the hallway.

"Willow..." Buffy said as she walked up to her best friend. Her heart
was racing, her body full of adrenaline, and she seemed to have tunnel
vision focused only on Willow.

"Buffy..." Willow said again, her voice a little lower as she looked
down at the pom-poms in her hands.

"We did good," Buffy whispered and took Willow's hands in her own.

"Yeah, we kinda did, didn't we?" Willow asked as she looked back up at
Buffy's smudged face. She admired how Buffy's hair, even though it was
suffering from very bad helmet hair, looked wild and untamed and
somehow appealed to her very much.

"So, no more butterflies?" Buffy asked as she, too, took in Willow's
flushed face and her sparkling eyes. She loved that Willow's red hair
had slipped back into its natural state, flowing down towards her
shoulders.

"Not sure." Willow gave a sly little smile of her own. "Might need you
to calm me down before the next game like you did last night," she
answered truthfully and was almost leaning into Buffy when a head
poked out of the boys' locker room.

"Cap--oh, I'm sorry," a blushing Harry Kim said as he looked away.

The two girls broke apart; the moment gone, never to return. Well,
maybe not never, but no kissie-goodness for now, at least.

"Yes, Harry?" Buffy asked. The mock growling in her voice made Willow
giggle.

"We were wondering if you were going to join us for some celebrating
tonight?" he asked as more heads started to peek out of the room.

"If I say yes, will you go shower?" Buffy asked and Willow was
giggling into her pom-poms now.

"Great! The Bronze, tonight. Bring a date, if you want," Harry called
back and his head vanished back into the locker-room. Buffy's ear
could hear the questions of, "What did you see?" and, "Did she get
lucky?" from inside the room. Turns out football players are worse
then a sewing club when they get going.

"Be my date?" Buffy asked on impulse and then blushed.

"Pick me up around eight?" Willow answered. She kissed Buffy on the
cheek before skipping off to the cheerleaders' locker room.

'Oh, I think I'll just lounge around here a bit,' Buffy thought as she
touched her cheek. '"Naked Willow" is not the thing I need to see
right now,' she thought with a smile. 

"Good game," Coach Landis said from behind her, almost making her jump.

"Coach, yeah, thanks," Buffy answered when she got her breath back.

"The hair shaking was a bit dramatic, but the split was a classic,"
the older woman said with a laugh. "Oh, I'm inviting you to dinner
tomorrow," she added. "We've got some new plays we need to go over
and, before you ask, the school board doesn't think it's fitting for
Coach Jameson to have you over at his house," she said with a frown.

"So, I get to meet Andrea?" Buffy asked, trying not to sound too excited.

"Yes, and Litni too," Coach Landis answered. "Maybe you'll learn
something more than just plays," she added.

"When do you want me over?" Buffy asked.

"Around six. Bring your playbook," the coach answered before heading
for the boys' locker-room to congratulate them.

'This should be interesting,' Buffy thought as she walked towards the
girls' locker room with her helmet under her hand and a smile on her lips.


~*~*~*~


'God, I'm so hungry, I could eat a cow right about now. But if I want
to keep my figure, I better stick to a nonfat yogurt,' Buffy thought
as she entered the locker room. Her senses were immediately assaulted
by the presence of nearly a dozen half-naked girls. She shook her head
and tried to ignore the desire rushing through her veins. As Buffy
undressed and stored away her gear, she couldn't help but catch the
occasional towel wearing cheerleader, or a small group of them,
casting long glances in her direction. 

It would seem that Buffy's stock had risen even more amongst the
cheerleaders. She'd proven that she was more than just the quarterback
in name only, she was also a very good one. The after game party at
the Bronze would prove to be very interesting indeed, since the
girls--some still harboring thoughts that made them blush--hadn't
heard the speech Buffy had given Cordelia earlier that day. In other
words, the locker room was every male's fantasy come to life. 

The scantily clad girls whispered amongst themselves while Buffy got
undressed and ready for a much needed shower. Buffy wrapped a towel
around her body, hiding her lean form away from admiring eyes behind
white terrycloth, and headed for the showers. That short walk
stretched out like a minefield in front of her. But these mines were
half-naked girls. As she passed each cheerleader, she was greeted by
an array of thinly veiled flirts and compliments. Some were just
cheering for her, others had other plans.

"Great game, B," a brunette with very generous chest said as she was
bending over and slowly pulling on her socks.

"What you doing after the game, QB?" a junior asked as she combed out
her long blond hair.

"Great game, Buffy. Way to show those boys," Litni shouted out to her
and it made Buffy smile.

"That bruise looks bad. Need somebody to rub you down?" a redheaded
senior asked. She trailed her fingers across a bruise on Buffy's
shoulder that would be gone in a few hours. 

At that point Buffy was trying very hard not to run. 

"Nice split. Maybe we should have recruited you for the squad," a
smiling Cordelia, wearing only towels around her body and hair, said
as she walked past.

"Thanks, but I kind of like football now," Buffy answered and pulled
the towel around her body a bit tighter As she walked off to the
showers, she had to repress the urge to swish her hips. 'What's going
on? Gym class never affected me like this before! Get some control,
Summers!' She firmly brought all swishing under control and tried not
to glance at the girls as she passed.

Standing under the shower, facing the tiled wall, she let the water
wash away the smell of grass and the smudges of dirt from her body.
Buffy closed her eyes as she let the water run down, then she turned
around and opened her eyes. She nearly squeaked because the showers
were now empty, aside from Willow and herself. Willow was apparently
enjoying a long shower as she stood under the falling water, facing
the wall, partly covered in soapy lather, humming, totally oblivious
to the world.

'Don't check Willow out. Don't check Willow out. Darn, too late,'
Buffy thought as she watched Willow wash herself. After a firm mental
slap, she hurriedly finished and rushed out of the showers. 'Buffy,
get a grip, you've seen Willow before. Nothing new there,' she thought
as she hurriedly dried off. 'But not all naked, soapy and wet, and her
butt--STOP IT!' she thought to herself as she punched the locker in
front of her. Buffy took several deep breaths as she tried to calm
herself. 'Okay, sure. Gym class showers with Will were always a guilty
pleasure but, wow! It was never so...intense. I gotta take it easy! I
can't push her into anything.'

After she got dressed and was about to leave, Willow's head poked out
of the showers. "Remember, eight o'clock," Willow called out and gave
a very obvious wink.

'Date, oh gawd. Hey, did Willow just brag?' Buffy thought franticly
with a smile as her brain sorted itself out. "Pick you up then," she
called back, then walked out past the stunned cheerleaders. She
managed to get a good distance down the hall before breaking down into
a fit of giggles.

Yes, that night at the Bronze promised to be an interesting one, that
much was for sure. A night full of general weirdness and gender-role
confusion, all packaged into one of the biggest parties Sunnydale had
seen in a long time.



TBC...



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