Fic: The Complex Lives... (Final Chapter)

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxxxx>]

Hi!

It's done, praise the lord it's finally done! Here it is after much pain and
suffering The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks is completed
and ready for posting.

On behalf on the staff of CLCQ I'd like to thank you for sticking with us
this long, so on behalf of myself, Howard the Beta-Beast and Dutch the
Proof-girl I hope you enjoy this little finale to the fluffy madness that is
CLCQ.

Missing chapters? Want to refresh your memory? Check out either my stuff at
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Cilia

p.s. look for the message just past "The End" mark for a nice little
surprise :)

The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Cilia

Chapter Twelve: Aftermaths and Flashbacks


The trophy gleamed in the light of the Bronze and the rain kept battering
the roof of the club. Beyond the trophy, the hazy outlines of the
storyteller, the editor, and the proof-girl (ala Star Wars: Return Of The
Jedi) could be seen--or maybe that's just the beer talking in some drunken
senior's brain. Hey! You didn't think we were going to miss the end
celebrations, did you?

Buffy sat with Her Willow (tm) on her lap and sipped at her warm chocolate
enjoying an extremely high level of warm fuzzies. 'Aww, warm goodness in two
forms,' she thought and glanced at her girlfriend. On the table in front of
her rested the game ball and a pair of very muddy gloves. 'Still, that mud
isn't coming out of my uniform anytime soon--wait! Warm Willow goodness and
I'm thinking about laundry?' she thought in a panic. She snuggled up to her
girlfriend and gave her a hug to calm herself.

"Man, that was wet and uncomfortable..." one of the cheerleaders started to
say.

Buffy didn't hear the rest since her mind had already drifted back to the
mud covered gridiron. The memory of being slammed hard into said mud brought
back the feeling of her hands sinking into the cold mud. The chill returned
to her fingers until Willow chased it away.

Willow took Buffy's hands into her own and smiled at her girlfriend--or
Slayer-Sized, Permanent Snuggle-Bunny. 'Hey, it beats shiksa,' Willow
thought and interlaced her fingers between Buffy's. 'Plus, she's all mine
now,' she thought while her inner Daffy Duck jumped around inside her brain,
'Mine-mine-mine.' 

After all, we all have our own inner Daffy Duck. Perhaps it has something to
do with our id or maybe it depends on how many Warner Brothers cartoons we
watched while growing up. It leads us all to--

The storyteller is promptly hushed by the editor and the proof-girl who've
been waiting for this ending for far too long.

"You were far away for a moment there, sweetie," Willow said.

Buffy looked up at her girlfriend. "Flashback in the brain," she explained
and kissed the cheerleader. "Love you," she stated happily with a smile.

"Love you too," Willow answered and kissed her quarterback back.
'Mine-mine-mine,' Willow's inner Daffy Duck repeated.

"Stop it, you two!" Wild Bill exclaimed. The girls turned to look at the
running back as the twins wheeled him and Litni over to the table. The cast
on his leg was now richly decorated--although several phone numbers had been
crossed over and replaced with the words, "Hands off," in a suspiciously
Litni-like handwriting.

The twins each had a silly grin on his face and a cheerleader on his arm.
Although we're sure they'd rather be cow-tipping right now, it was raining
and the girls weren't that bad anyway. Maybe later they'd take them for a
roll in the hay, after milking the cows and feeding the pigs, of course.

"I was so worried when they tackled you," Litni said, then kissed Wild Bill
on the cheek and blushed. Yes, she's a bashful little thing, isn't she? But
then again, what's the happy ending without the cute girl blushing.

"Yeah, they got me good. But these guys got 'em back for me, didn't you
boys," he said and slapped the twins on their shoulders.

"Yes, it was quite a blow you took there, William," Jon said in low rumbling
voice that had a distinct Country Western accent to it. It was an accent
that would be put a country star to shame; inhumanly western even. An accent
that would make a grown man cry. So thick that it could be used to plug
leaks in the Hoover Dam. Well, you get the idea.

"But don't worry. You'll heal up nicely," Tuck said in an equally rumbling
voice, this one though totally different, go figure. Apparently Jon had been
raised on the farm and Tuck had been raised in the heart of Brooklyn.
Although his wording was eloquent, his accent was just this side of
horrendous. 

The twins then looked around the Bronze where everybody was staring at them
in awe and stunned silence.

"What? Just because we don't--" Jon started.

"Doesn't mean we're incapable of doing so," Tuck finished.

Both gave their trademark little smiles, then each boy blushed when the
cheerleader on his arm gave him a kiss on the cheek.

In the case of the twins blushing, it was perhaps for the best since it kept
blood from flowing to naughtier places. Besides, who doesn't love seeing
grown men blush? Those cheerleaders had just saved some cows from horrible
fates.

"Still, that was some hit you took, buddy," Harry said when he arrived with
the drinks, with a little help from Annika and Larry.

Larry was still sporting a nasty Slayer-hand-shaped bruise on his cheek, a
result of Buffy convincing him to stop being 'too gay to function' and to
get out there and play.


~*~*~*~


The cheerleaders had gone quiet and so had the crowd. Willow and Cordelia
were holding Litni back from running onto the field and Buffy was kneeling
over her running back.

"WB, talk to me," Buffy said. She propped up Wild Bill's head as the rest of
the team rushed in around her.

"Leg hurts like nine levels of hell, Cap'," Wild Bill said through gritted
teeth.

Buffy pulled his helmet off. "You did good, WB," she said and smoothed down
his wet hair. "Plus, Hell doesn't technically have nine levels; it's more
like a deep pit that..." she trailed off and scratched the back of her
helmet with a blush. "Can you stand, big boy?" she asked.

"Don't get all maternal on me, Cap'. Just help me up," Wild Bill said, then
looked over to Litni and blew her a kiss.

"Harry, help me," Buffy said, remembering to cover for her slayer strength.
The two helped Wild Bill up and carried him over to the medics. Once the
running back was safely off the field, Buffy turned to Coach Landis for
orders.

"We're short a running back," Coach Landis said. She looked around the wet
field and the rain soaked teams. "This is your call, Buffy. Who do you trust
to run the ball?"

"Wait, shouldn't you two..." Buffy said, looking between Coach Landis and
the umbrella holding Coach Jameson.

"No, this is your call, Summers," Coach Jameson said. He put a hand on her
shoulder. "This is your team and you must lead them," he said in that calm
voice.

Buffy was sure she could see a halo above his head and hear a choir of
angels in the background.

"Did a bell just ring?" Coach Landis asked with a grin. She slapped Buffy on
the back. "Who do you want?" she asked.

"Give me Larry," Buffy said without missing a beat.

"Larry? But he's still..." Coach Landis trailed off and looked over to the
defensive end sitting almost dazed on the bench. "Well, he's still not fully
ready to clash with other men right now," she said bluntly. "He took the
taunting kind of hard and the crowd didn't help," she explained.

"I'll talk to him," Buffy said with a firmly set face, then stalked over to
Larry.

Standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, Buffy looked down at
the moping defensive end. "Larry, we need you. So put that helmet on and get
out there," she said and hiked her thumb over her shoulder.

Larry barely looked up.

With everything else that was going on, his lack of reaction made her blood
boil. "Larry, stop this bullshit!" Buffy exclaimed and shook his shoulder
while the rain poured down on them. "I'm wet, muddy and I just lost my best
runner. I need somebody to take the ball and plow through the defense, but
no, he's moping because he just found out that he likes the boys," she
ranted and glared down at the sulking defensive end.

"It doesn't matter anymore; it's just football," he said in a defeated tone.

At that, Buffy's blood boiled over and the slap could be heard across the
field. Then she turned and started stalking toward the opposition. She was
going to get some payback for what the opposing guard had said; nobody
taunted and hurt her team-mates, not even Larry. 

"Buffy, Cap', stop!" Larry shouted. He bolted over to her and grabbed her
should.

"If you're not going out there and defend yourself, then I am," Buffy said.
'Perhaps physiology--or is that psychology? Whichever it is, maybe it isn't
such a silly subject after all.'

"Okay, I'll play. Just don't get thrown out over me," Larry said sheepishly
and rubbed his reddening cheek. 

"Partners?" Buffy asked stuck out her hand.

"Partners," Larry nodded and shook the petite hand of the quarterback. "Now
let's go kick some 'phobic butt," he added with a grin and cracked his
knuckles.


~*~*~*~


Xander tossed the head of the mascot costume into the air and caught it as
the crowd laughed at Larry's silly grin.

"I was more worried when Buffy slapped Larry here," Xander said. "Thought we
might have to drag her off him," he chuckled and ruffled Buffy's hair.

"Thanks, X-man," Larry said. He gave Xander a kiss on the cheek from which
the mascot instantly recoiled.

"Look, we talked about this after the game!" he exclaimed pointing, then
looked down his finger at the Cheshire-cat grinning defensive end.
"You--You--" Xander growled.

"Easy, tiger. We all did strange stuff today," Cordelia giggled into
Xander's ear and kissed the other cheek. "Also you're drawing lots of
attention, so I just take it as confirmation of your hotness," she said and
winked at Larry. "But hands off!" she ordered everybody around the table;
boys, girls, and authors alike. Larry saluted her with a beer-mug.

"Yes ma'am," the rather crowded gathering said in unison. "We shall keep our
hands off Xander's butt since it is your property!" they then chorused.

"Amen!" Buffy said and raised her cup of hot chocolate.

"But man, that was a sweet move, Cap'," Harry said and sipped his drink. "I
didn't know a ball could be thrown like that or that a defensive end could
run like that!"

"Well, when Willow says run," Buffy said with a grin.

"You run," Larry, Harry and Wild Bill said as one.

"Okay, this 'let's all say the same thing at the same time' thing is getting
creepy, guys," Cordelia interjected.

"Sorry," the guys said together and Cordelia turned her eyes skywards.

"Still, Willow, that was a great speech," Litni commented.

Willow turned to the younger cheerleader and unleashed her new found
super-facial ability, the 'devastating, aww thank you, cutesy-pie smile,'
and ruffled the blonde girl's hair eliciting a blush. "Well, you helped too,
Litni," Willow said and the girl turned into a tomato.

Yes, we are going to have another flashback now. Didn't you read the
chapter's name?


~*~*~*~


There was a palpable gloom that hung over the locker-room. Larry was nursing
his bruise with an ice-pack, Buffy was pretending to be nursing a sore hand
from bruising Larry, and Harry was trying to keep the twins from going to
the other team's locker-room to exact vengeance for Wild Bill.

"So nobody wants to say anything?" Coach Landis said and looked around the
locker-room.

"We're getting hammered out there," Larry stated and wiggled his jaw.

"Those guys are inhuman," Buffy stated. 'And I know inhuman,' she added in
her mind.

Coach Jameson stood in the doorway, mainly to block the way out in case the
team got flighty. Also, because he liked standing in doorways, it was a
thing of his. "I've been thinking that maybe--" he started and the team
looked up, but then there was a knock at the door. "Who on Earth could that
be?" Coach Jameson asked himself and turned around and opened the door.

"Hi!" Willow, Cordelia and Litni greeted him in unison and waved.

We should note at this point in time that they were all very wet from their
cheering and that behind them the entire squad also waved, also equally wet.
Yet Coach Jameson being the saint that he was and an angel in training--hey,
it's a good conspiracy theory--didn't register the fact. All he did was
silently hand Willow a dry fluffy towel without even looking below her
neckline, where everybody else's eyes--including Coach Landis's, albeit
discretely--were resting.

"Yes? Can I help you ladies?" Coach Jameson asked in his calm, collected
voice. Again, half the people in the room could almost swear they heard the
sound of an angels' chorus around the man.

"I was wondering if I could maybe talk to the team?" Willow asked and found
herself batting her eyelashes.

Coach Jameson paused to think, then looked back at his rather demoralized
team and shrugged his shoulders. After all if the presence of fellow
schoolmates wouldn't spur them on, then nothing would. A very wet mascot
joined the gathered wet cheerleaders huddling outside the team's
locker-room. The wetness didn't even enter into Coach Jameson's mind and
somewhere Santa put him in the Good-column for another year.

"Come on in," he said and opened the door wide.

"Thanks, Coach Jameson," Willow said and gave him a beaming smile, which
would later become known as the 'devastating, aww thank you, cutesy-pie
smile,' and Coach Jameson actually blushed.

There was a collective sound of jaw dropping when the wet
cheerleaders--which make for very nice visual images--marched into the
locker-room lead by Willow and Cordelia.

"Boys, stop gaping. And, Larry, stop ogling my boyfriend," Cordelia said.

There was a sound of several jaws dropping followed by a collective outburst
of, "Who me?" Over the din, Larry apologized, "Sorry!" while Buffy started
to say, "Willow, what are you--"

"Willow has something to say to you all," Litni said. Sheepishly, she waved
at her mom. "Sorry, Mom."

Coach Landis sighed and shook her head, just knowing that Litni got this
side of her personality from Andrea.

Willow tossed her wet red hair over her shoulder and adjusted her skirt.
This caused another round of collective jaw dropping followed by the sound
of a growling quarterback and a sighing defensive end turned running back.

"Now first of all--" Willow paused for a dramatic look around the room.
"You're all a bunch of sissies!" she exclaimed. "And I know a bunch of
sissies when I see them. I was in 6th grade gym and we had some sissies,"
Willow said and looked at Xander when he raised his hand guiltily.

"Yeah! Buffy, you're not focused. Larry, you're...confused--" Litni piped in
and then looked at Willow to help her out.

"You two--" Willow said sternly and walked up to the twins. "Stop beating
yourself up for not stopping them from getting to Wild Bill. Instead, get
out there and get some revenge!" She softened her expression and touched
them gently on the shoulder. "Just imagine them as cows that need tipping:
big, napping cows," she said with a grin and a gleam in her eyes.

The twins nodded their heads and smiled at the cute red head that was making
them feel fuzzy.

"Harry, stop worrying about Wild Bill, he'll be fine. Instead, go out there
and run for the both of you." Willow then ruffled his hair. "Annika is
watching you after all," she added and Harry's chest puffed out.

"Larry, I know that you're going through a lot of stuff," Willow sat down
next to the moping defensive end. "Believe me, I know," she said with great
empathy while she patted his shoulder. "It's not easy, but the team needs
you and they don't care if you're gay or straight." She looked around the
locker-room with a firm look in her eyes. "Do you?" she asked firmly.

"Rainbow flags all around," Buffy called out.

"Larry still scares me, but that's nothing new; always been scared of him,"
Xander quipped in.

"One less guy as competition!" Harry shouted.

The twins just shrugged and gave him a thumbs up. After all, they had Uncle
Bob in San Francisco. He was cool and could tip a mean cow if the mood took
him, no matter if he was fabulously dressed while doing so.

"You see, Larry, they don't mind. So go out there and run for Wild Bill and
smack down some jerks," Willow said and gave him a hug.

"I don't think that's proper," Coach Jameson whispered to Coach Landis.

"Well then, you'll hate what's coming next," Coach Landis whispered back
with a sly little smile.

"Buffy," Willow said and stood in front of the quarterback. "My Buffy." She
pulled the quarterback to her feet. "You're forgetting that this is just a
game. You went into this to be normal and to have fun, but right now you're
trying to rescue everybody...as usual." She lifted Buffy's face so that
their eyes met. "You don't have to rescue everybody all the time; you just
have to be Buffy." She paused and stroked away the dirt from Buffy's cheek.
"My Buffy." She smiled and started to lean in. "The Buffy that loves her
Willow," she finished and gave Buffy a tender kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Willow," she whispered. Perhaps it wasn't the screaming from
the rooftops she'd envisioned when she'd dreamed about telling Willow, but
it did the job.

"I know," Willow answered. "You never had to tell me." She beamed with a
loving smile. "But it's nice to hear it," she added with an impish grin and
kissed Buffy again.

They were interrupted by a loud, "Ahem!" from Coach Jameson.

"Feel better now?" Willow asked when she pulled away.

"Much," Buffy said with a big smile. She jumped up on to the bench she'd
been moping on. "What are we?" she shouted at the gathered team and
cheerleaders.

"War Pigs!" the group roared back.

"What are we going to do?" Buffy shouted.

"Dominate!" the group shouted back.

Buffy looked down and watched Willow pick up her helmet, then the redheaded
cheerleader kissed it, leaving a lipstick mark on it right above the face
opening. She handed it to Buffy with a wink.

Taking the helmet, Buffy jammed it onto her head and raised her gloved fist
into the air. "For Wild Bill!" she called out.

The team followed suit before roaring out the tunnel along with the
screaming cheerleaders.


~*~*~*~


In the Bronze, the rain still beat down on the roof. The hot chocolate
flowed freely along with much back slapping, hugging, and kissing.

"Larry, stop that," Xander exclaimed and covered his face.

"Oh, come on. He's just letting out some long suppressed stuff," Cordelia
said and swatted Xander with the glove from the mascot outfit.

"Still, there are laws against doing that, aren't there?" Buffy asked and
got swatted with a pom-pom by Willow.

"It's sweet," Willow said. She looked at Larry who was now dancing on the
bar and singing along with YMCA--the dancing was good, but the singing left
much to be desired. In all honesty, Larry was missing every single note and
even inventing some new ones in the process.

"Great, here come the twins. They'll stop..." Xander trailed off when the
twins joined the defensive end on the bar belting out the song in their
heavily accented voices and joining Larry in the dance moves.

"There, there, sweetie," Cordelia said and patted Xander on the back. "It's
must be hard being so straight," she joked.

Xander's head snapped up. "Damn straight, I'm straight!" Xander exclaimed,
his chest puffing.

"Come on, Xander, let's show them," Harry said with a laugh. He motioned for
Xander to follow while Annika giggled next to him.

"I--I--" Xander stammered.

"Oh, come on. Show us that you can dance just as good as the defensive
line," Harry said and urged Xander to follow again.

"Yes, Alexander, show us what a mascot can really do," Annika added with a
small smile.

"Oh, come on, you big baby," Willow said and flung a pom-pom at him. "I've
seen you dance in the bathroom."

All the eyes at the table locked on her.

Willow blushed, her eyes wide. "When we were little," she explained.

After much taunting and threats of pain, Xander along with Harry were up on
the bar dancing along to In the Navy.

"Whoever brought that Best of The Village People CD should be
congratulated...and then shot," Buffy muttered. "They're evil and I know
evil. Still, it's kind of funny seeing the boys trying to prove their
straightness by dancing to disco." Then she blew a wolf-whistle.

"You'd go up there, right?" Litni asked Wild Bill with a grin

The wheelchair-bound running back grinned back. "If you asked nicely," he
replied and stole a kiss.

"What about you, Annika? You've been quiet. No moment from the game that
sticks with you?" Wild Bill asked Harry's girlfriend.

"Just the celebration afterwards, when the sun came out," Annika said with
her little smile. "And all the kissing," she added with a sly smile.


~*~*~*~


The team was down to the wire and they knew it. This was it, their last Hail
Mary. They'd come to within a hairsbreadth of stealing victory and now all
they needed was one more touchdown. And above all else, they needed to obey
the Willow. Beyond that, they were going to make it as fun as possible.

The crowd was getting louder. The rain had stopped for the moment and the
cheerleaders had quickly dried off during half-time, thanks to the towels
dutifully passed out by the very happy towel boy at Coach Jameson's request.
The cheerleaders had also managed to get the worst, a very objective worst,
of the moisture from their uniforms. That left a group of wet football
players ready to slug it out one last time.

"Okay guys, this is it: last play of the last game," Buffy said in the
huddle. "I'm going to drag them out; make them come after me and open up
holes in their line," she explained. She turned her blue eyes to the twins.
"Twins, keep me safe. I can only dodge so many."

The twins nodded solemnly in reply then glanced over at the cute red-headed
who talked like their mother.

"Harry, we want them to think you're the bait, so make like you're going for
it," she told the running back.

"Larry, you wait for my signal I'll run to you," she explained to the
recently drafted running back. "Then I'll fake giving you the ball and then
you run for the end-zone," she laid out the final bit of her plan. "Sorry,
but the ball really is going to Harry on this one and you'll take a few
hits," she added.

"It's okay, let them try," Larry said and cracked his knuckles.

"Harry, you feeling lucky?" Buffy asked.

"Just call me Wild Harry," Harry said with a chuckle.

"Give me your hands," Buffy said and thrust her hand into the huddle. "What
are we?" she asked for the last time that season.

"War Pigs!" the team shouted.

"What are we going to do?" she asked with a wink.

"Dominate!" the team shouted.

"Rainbow flags all around!" Buffy shouted.

The team followed her in a chant of, "Rainbow! Rainbow! Rainbow!" as the
huddle broke up with laughter in the air.

The laugh unnerved the other team, because it hinted that their opponents
either knew the play or they had just plain lost it.


~*~*~*~


"One last time! Hut, hut!" Buffy called the play and the offense exploded
into action. Buffy ran backwards and, as planned, dragged much of the
defensive line with her. The twins crashed into it and made like their
opponents were napping cows.

"The Girl of Steel makes for the hills--but what is this? Here comes
Blaisdell and he's taking the ball and off he goes," the announcer shouted
over the speakers.

"Gotcha," Buffy muttered to herself. She dodged an incoming defender before
reaching back her arm and letting the pigskin fly with all her strength at
Harry.

"A trick-play! The 'Backs have totally outwitted their opponents," the
announcer exclaimed after Larry got slammed into the ground and held up his
empty hands.

"There is Kim at the twenty, the ten--" the announcer exclaimed while Harry
ran for dear life. The closest defensive back was inches away from grabbing
Harry when he was slammed from behind. Amazingly, it was by the fleet-footed
Larry who had somehow managed to get up again.

"Touch down 'Backs! The 'Backs win, 'Backs win!" the announcer shouted.

Buffy felt herself fall to her knees on the gridiron. Pulling off her
helmet, she tossed it into the air and gave an exalted shout. "Willow! I
love you!" She raised her arms towards the air. "I'm in love with Willow
Rosenberg!" she called out. Although this was common knowledge by now, she
felt that shouting her love for Willow beat thanking Jesus--both Jewish in
either case.

There was a sound of feet hitting wet grass as the team and the cheerleaders
rushed towards the end-zone to celebrate. Except for one pair of feet which
made their way to the center of the field where Buffy was still on her
knees.

"Wow!" Willow said and offered Buffy her hand. "Shouting it from the
rooftops?  Metaphorically, that is?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Then
Willow felt herself being gathered up in a big hug and an even bigger kiss
as the sun broke through briefly to shine on the Cheerleader and the
Quarterback.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for the new State-champions: The
Sunnydale High Razorbacks!" the announcer shouted over the speakers.

"I love you so much," Buffy said once she gave Willow the opportunity to
breathe.

"And I lo--" Willow's declaration of love was interrupted by the startled
shriek of a headless Xander--mascot headless, that is--who came running up
and hid behind them.

"Save me! Larry just kissed me," Xander said in a panicky voice.

"Tongue?" Buffy asked dead-pan.

Xander nodded his head, then went stiff when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Xander, you're my boyfriend now," Cordelia said in a quite matter of fact
tone and then kissed him full on the lips.

"I am?" Xander asked in a confused voice. Then he exclaimed with a goofy
grin, "I am!"

Cordelia nodded her head with a smile.

"What about Jennifer and not dating a loser?" he asked.

"Xander Harris, you're not a loser. And besides, Jennifer never really was
an option," Cordelia stated and kissed him again. "So what do you say?" If
you looked really close, in the background you could see Jennifer sneaking
off with the girl in the band that bore a striking resemblance to Willow.
Then you'd see her being tackled to the ground by three ghostly shapes who
wanted the doppelganger for themselves. The bloody melee continued to rage
off-screen, but we need to get back to the story.

"Cordelia Chase is my girlfriend!" Xander shouted, picked her up from the
ground and carried her around the field in his arms.

"That went a little too easily," Willow commented, still in Buffy's arms.

"Yeah, he should have given her major pain for doing what she did with
Jennifer," Buffy nodded. 

Then the swarm of players, cheerleaders, fans, and even the school band
mobbed them. And all thoughts of unresolved plot threads were left behind on
the wet green field.


~*~*~*~


Back at the Bronze, Buffy looked around at the party that was slowly dying
down. Larry was getting chummy with the bartender who had great fashion
sense. Wild Bill was holding a sleeping Litni in his lap. Cordelia had
dragged Xander off earlier promising him a tour of her bedroom. And the
twins were trying to explain the finer points of cow-tipping to Annika and
Harry who, bless their hearts, didn't laugh. In her arms, Willow was content
and happy.

"Hey, it's stopped raining," Buffy said and then looked at her watch. "Wanna
go patrol with me?" she asked.

"I'd go anywhere with you," Willow answered. The romance was broken by a
very unladylike yawn from the cheerleader. "Sorry, a bit sleepy," Willow
apologized.

"Come on. I've got a place I've always wanted to take you to," Buffy said
with a smile.


~*~*~*~


So, as the sun rose over the happy football town of Sunnydale, Buffy hugged
her Willow and enjoyed the feeling of being close to the cheerleader. When
Willow looked up at her with those oh-so loving eyes, Buffy decided to try
out something she'd looked up just for this occasion. "Ich hob dich," Buffy
said gently, almost stumbling over the words.

Willow's face lit up with a smile and Buffy found herself promptly grabbed
and kissed. "Ich hob dir lib," Willow answered and kissed her again.

Buffy looked at Willow with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile.
"Wills, I've been thinking..." she trailed off.

This is a good a place to end it as any, isn't it? They won. Buffy loves
Willow and Willow loves Buffy. Breaking the fourth wall, I'd like to thank
you reading this enjoyable little piece of fluff.


~*~*~*~
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