FIC: Just Another (Christmas) Day - B/W - NC-17

["jin hayte" <jinhayte@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

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	TITLE: Just Another (Christmas) Day

	AUTHOR: Jin Hayte

	FEEDBACK: Always. Give it to me here, or at jinhayte@xxxxxxxxxxx

	SPOILER WARNING: Everything up to the end of the last episode of BtVS is 
fair game.

	SUMMARY: It's Christmas time.

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

	DISTRIBUTION: http://www.angels-fall-first.com
If you want it, ask and we'll see

	RATING: NC-17

	COUPLES: B/W, W/K

	NOTES: 1) Takes place around six months after 'Chosen'. 2) This was 
inspired by the sitcom 'Scrubs'. If you're familiar with it, you'll 
definitely recognize the narrating in this story (it actually helps with the 
overall flow if you've seen the show).

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	It started like any other day.

	At around 8AM, I was woken up from my dream by my girlfriend, hugging me 
close to her from behind and kissing my neck.

	"Mmmmorning," I moaned, blinking my eyes open.

	As soon as she knew I was awake, she rolled me over, placing herself on top 
of me and looking down at me with a smile. Her long brown hair hung from her 
head, the ends tickling my cheeks.

	"Morning, gorgeous," she whispered.

	I knew what she wanted, even if I hadn't seen her sultry smile or the way 
her brown eyes sparkled.

I knew, because every morning was the same.

	She leaned down and gave me a kiss, and what followed was hard intense 
morning sex. No foreplay, no sensitivity, no mushy stuff. Just a good 
wholesome fuck.

	Oh, get that shocked look off your face. Yeah, so I use the f-word. Who 
doesn't? I mean, I didn't use to. I couldn't even think it. But those years 
are long gone, I've grown up. I don't use it that much, mind you. I'm not 
Faith. But sometimes, yeah.

	Now, go ahead and close your mouth.

	Thank you.

	Fifteen minutes later, I stumbled to the bathroom while Kennedy went 
downstairs. She doesn't shower after sex. I commented on it once, because it 
is kinda icky, but she just laughed and said she liked to have my smell on 
her all day.

	Me, I need the shower.

	After I was all cleaned up and warm, I got dressed and went downstairs to 
join our family for breakfast.

	Dawn and Kennedy were arguing about something, as usual, cereal and milk 
flying out of their mouths as they yelled at each other.

	It wasn't pretty.

	Buffy was ignoring them, standing by the sink and staring out the window, 
arms crossed.

	"Morning, Dawn," I said as I made my way past the table. Walking by Buffy, 
I put my arm on her shoulder. "Morning."

	She turned her head and gave me a smile. "Morning," she replied and went 
back to her staring session.

	"See something interesting?" I asked as I opened the upper cupboard and 
reached for a bowl.

	"Mailguy hasn't been by yet. I'm gonna catch him this time, get some 
answers."

	The mailman is always a few hours late. Doesn't bother me much, since I get 
up fairly late, but Buffy, who never sleeps it seems, is always complaining 
about it. She needs her morning paper.

	Oh, and yeah, we still live with Buffy and Dawn. Though, in another house, 
of course, since the old one is at the bottom of a huge crater.

	Why do we live with them and not in a place of our own? I'll get to that.

	After having my breakfast I put on my coat, my mittens and my scarf, kissed 
my girlfriend on the cheek and went out in the blistering gold.

	I still haven't gotten used to it.

	Granted, this is my first winter in Cleveland, where it actually snows.

	Lots.

	I have had some time to adjust, since the temperature has been steadily 
dropping since we moved here. But I haven't been able to. I still get a 
shock when my California-bred cheeks are forced into temperatures below 0° 
Celsius.

	I didn't want to go outside. I hate the cold. I'm a sun person. But with 
only a few days until Christmas and Christmas shopping still needing to be 
done, I didn't have much of a choice. And yes, I buy Christmas presents and 
I celebrate Christmas, despite the fact that I'm Jewish. Or, technically, 
I'm a Wicca now. I'm a Jew slash Wicca. A Jewicca. A Jewicca who celebrates 
Christmas. Christmas, Christmas, Christmas. Want me to stop saying it?

	Anyway, with a girlfriend and a group of friends who all celebrate it, what 
can I do?

	Besides, it's fun to shop, just calmly looking around the stores, searching 
for the perfect gifts, soaking in the atmosphere.

	If only it wasn't so friggin cold.

	Two hours later, I returned home with no presents, red cheeks, an icy nose 
and clattering teeth.

	"I'm home!" I called out as I hung my coat on the hanger and placed my 
mittens and scarf in a drawer.

	Walking through the house, rubbing my hands together to create some 
friction and thereby warm them up a little, I got no answers to my hellos.

	I went down to the basement and saw Buffy, currently busy stuffing the 
washer with dirty laundry.

	"Hey, Will," she greeted without even turning her head.

	It's kinda eerie when she does that.

	"Hey," I said, sitting down on the bottom step.

	"Find anything?" she asked, closing the lid and setting the timer. She 
turned around and leaned back against the washer machine.

	"Nope," I huffed. "Couldn't find anything good enough."

	"Who've you got left?"

	"Well...you." I said, smiling.

	"Me? Am I that hard to shop for?" she asked, pushing off from the washer 
and coming in my direction.

	"Yes!" I exclaimed, rubbing my still cold hands together.

	"You cold? Didn't you have mittens on you?"

	"As if they'd help," I scoffed. "And yes, I am."

	She sat down in front of me and looked up at the ceiling.

	"Is Kennedy or Dawn home?" she asked.

	"Nope."

	She looked into my eyes and smiled.

	"Want me to warm those for you?"

	I just nodded.

	She took my hands in hers, giving each finger tip a kiss. Linking our 
fingers together, she leaned forward and gave me a kiss, one which I 
willingly met.

	Standing up, she pulled me up with her and embraced me, kissing me with 
increasing passion, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Pushing me against 
the stair railing, she lifted my left arm so that it was above my head. 
Holding it there, she released her grip of my right hand and cupped one of 
my breasts, making me moan into her mouth.

	Her hand went south until it found the end of my shirt, then she trailed 
her fingers over my stomach, up to my breast where she cupped it again, 
pinching my nipple through the lace bra.

	Breaking off the kiss, she licked my neck and sucked my earlobe into her 
mouth.

	"Know what we haven't done in a while?" she whispered, giving my nipple 
another pinch.

	"What?" I squeaked.

	She looked over at the vibrating washer and then back at me, a seductive 
smile on her lips.

	"Let's do it," I said and gave her a kiss.

	The short trip from the stairs to the washing machine took a surprisingly 
long time due to kissing, fondling and ripping of clothes, but we finally 
made it there.

	She lifted me up with ease and sat me down on the edge of the humming 
machine, spreading my legs with her fingers gently pushing them.

	I watched with dazed eyes as my blonde princess sat down on her knees and 
pulled my baby-blue panties off using only her teeth. Putting the garment to 
the side, she proceeded to rock my world.

	The washing machine did its part too.

	Some time after - I don't know how long because I lost track of time for 
obvious reasons - we were lying on the bed Buffy keeps in the basement "in 
case someone comes to visit", our naked bodies wrapped around each other, 
enjoying the afterglow.

	"A new pair of headphones," Buffy said suddenly, breaking the silence.

	"What?" I asked, frowning.

	"For Christmas," she explained. "That's what I want. The ones that came 
with the iPod are useless."

	I snorted.

	"Ok, first off: that iPod is Dawn's, not yours," I said, looking at her 
pointedly. "And second: that's such a boring gift. I want to give you 
something personal and something that would truly make you happy."

	She looked into my eyes, and for a second her smile faltered. Before I had 
time to worry about that, though, she hugged me closer and gave me a kiss.

	"Well, why don't you buy a teddy for yourself, or something. Something 
sexy."

	Again with the sultry smile.

	"I could enjoy that all of eight seconds before I'd have to rip it to 
shreds to get to the creamy filling," she said in her best seduction voice, 
then started to giggle.

	I do so love the way her giggle. It makes me giggle, and it feels good to 
giggle.

	I didn't want to giggle, though. Not at that moment, at least. So I tilted 
my head and gave her a kiss, rolling on top of her and pushing my body 
against hers.

	Just when I was starting to get lost in the feeling of Buffy's breasts 
getting mushed against mine, the basement door opened.

	Dawn came in, walked down a few steps, met our collective frightened 
expression and shrieked.

	Yeah, I know what you're thinking: "Oh great, another one of those clichéd 
moments where someone walks in on the lovers in the middle of the act, 
stirring things up in their life, which inevitably leads to angst complete 
with tears, confessions of love and ultimately heartbreak, only to take a 
sudden turn at the end for a happy ending." Who hasn't seen, read or heard 
that a thousand times?

	That's not what happened, though.

	"Oh, hey guys," Dawn said and quickly turned around, focusing on the closed 
door. "Just wanted to tell you that Kennedy's coming home soon, she said she 
had to "shop for a Dawn gift" and then she'd come straight here."

	"Ok, thanks," I called as she hurried up the stairs and out the door.

	Yeah, Dawn knows about me and Buffy. The walk in happened some time ago, 
back when we had just started doing...this. She didn't seem too upset. The 
one who was the most upset was Buffy. Took me a week of convincing and 
tempting and seducting to get her naked again.

	I smiled down at Buffy. "Guess we should get dressed."

	Getting a nod in response, I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the 
lips. Or, at least, that's what I intended it to be. Her strong Slayer arms 
embraced me, pulled me down closer and the kiss increased in fervour, her 
tongue caressing mine, once again making me drift into this wonderfully 
fluffy place in heaven I like to call 'Willow's Fluffy Place In Heaven'.

	She rolled me over, broke off the kiss and gave me a peck on the forehead. 
She then stood up and picked up her clothes, leaving me gasping on the 
couch, watching her get dressed.

	Hey, she started it. She should get to finish it as well.

	The rest of the day passed without further excitement. We dressed the tree, 
sprayed fake snow on the windows, made some candy and just generally enjoyed 
the Christmas atmosphere. Xander came by, complained about the fact that we 
went ahead and dressed the tree without him. Of course, he forgot all about 
it when he got to taste the fruit of our combined labour: burnt candy.

	I mean, between the four of us, there's really no one who can handle 
herself in the kitchen: Buffy rarely if ever succeeds in not burning 
everything, Dawn always insists on experimenting with weird ingredients, I 
never get anything right even if I do follow the receipt point by point, and 
Kennedy has, I suspect, never cooked once in her entire life.

	So the candy was a complete disaster.

	Didn't stop Xander from eating most of it, though.

	The hours went by, we had some take out dinner, Kennedy and Dawn got into 
an argument, Xander excused himself, said he had to get back to work. More 
to avoid having to do the dishes, I suspect, than because he actually had to 
work.

	So Buffy and I ended up in the kitchen, her washing and me drying.

	After a bathroom pause, I came back into the kitchen after having checked 
on Kennedy and Dawn, making sure they were busy watching TV. I stepped up 
behind Buffy and wrapped my hands around her, hugging her close and 
breathing in the scent of her hair.

	She dropped the glass she was washing into the sink and leaned back into 
me, sighing contentedly.

	Everything was as it should be.

	Everything was perfect.

	And then it happened.

	"I love you."

	Three simple words, barely whispered. Three small words, with oh so much 
meaning behind them.

	She'd said them to me before in the past, you know, back when we were just 
friends and didn't sex each other up on a regular basis.

	Back when all they were was an innocent proclamation of platonic love.

	I knew it was different now.

	She knew it.

	We both knew it!

	So why did she have to go and screw things up by telling me she loved me? 
Things were good! I was in a loving relationship with two people, Buffy was 
happy since she'd told me, again and again, that she didn't want to be in an 
open relationship, Christmas was upon us and we were having everyone over 
for dinner in a few days. Last thing we needed was this kind of drama.

	So, taking a deep breath, I reacted the only way I felt was right: I hugged 
her closer, kissed her on her temple and said nothing.

	Later that night, me and Kennedy were lying in our bed, her sprawled out on 
top of me using my chest as a pillow. Me, I was staring up at the wooden 
panel ceiling and the spots of light that came from the Christmas star light 
hanging in the window, which turned slowly back and forth due to the heat 
waves emitted from the radiator, which was on because...

	As I was saying, I was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

	And then I realized something:

	I didn't love Kennedy.


/Jin
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"She should have died hereafter: There would have been a time for such a 
word ...
...it is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying 
nothing." - Shakespeare/Macbeth
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http://www.angels-fall-first.com

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