Queen Bee- Chapter 1

["cathy" <cnorth1975@xxxxxxxxx>]

A Buffy/Willow centered romance/adventure story by Cathy North

Joyce Summers sat down quietly on the sofa. The dishes were done and 
the house was cleaned so it was time to relax. In her hand was the 
newest copy of her daughter's Seventeen magazine. She thumbed through 
it silently disapproving of some of the fashions that were being 
hawked to young girls, such as her own daughter, Buffy. Of course she 
had long ago accepted the fact that her daughter was pretty, and yes, 
sexy and that she would look quite attractive in some of the fashions 
displayed. Still.......one could silently protest, couldn't they? 
After all I am her mother, Joyce thought.

As she read an article on what to say to a boy on the first date she 
heard the front door open. Then close. "Hi mom."

"Hi sweety," Joyce replied not looking up. She got a brief glimpse 
out of the corner of her eye as Buffy walked to the foot of the 
stairs. Buffy was still wearing her school clothes, a white, mid-
thigh pleated skirt and powder blue sleeveless blouse. It was early 
evening so Buffy had yet to change into her, as Joyce referred to 
them, patrolling clothes. Joyce would have hardly noticed Buffy 
except for the fact that jack knifed over her shoulder was a very 
limp Willow Rosenberg.

"Oh Lord," Joyce cried tossing the magazine aside and popping to her 
feet. When she reached Buffy, who was half way up the stairs by then, 
she reached out to stroke Willow's redhair as it sprayed across 
Buffy's back. Willow's arms flapped softly against Buffy's behind as 
she climbed the stairs.

"Buffy!? What in t..the world. What's wrong with Willow?"

Buffy paused only long enough to look back at her mother. Then she 
said matter-of-factly, "She's unconscious."

Buffy put a hand on the railing to steady herself. Her other hand 
gripped Willow by the right thigh just under the hem of the 
unconscious Willow's green, white and red plaid skirt. Buffy then 
continued on up the stairs and down the hall with Joyce following.

"Was there an accident?" Joyce asked nervously looking at Willow for 
signs of blood.

"Nope. No accident." Buffy said as she carried her burden into her 
bedroom and over to the bed with Joyce close behind.

"B-but how......why is she unconscious?"

Buffy carefully slid Willow off her shoulder and placed her on her 
back on the bed. Willow never stirred as Buffy staightened Willow's 
legs and tugged her skirt into place. "She's unconscious, mom, 
because I knocked her out."

Joyce gasped, a hand covering her mouth. Buffy smiled softly at her 
mother and softly rubbed Joyce's back. "Don't worry mom, I did it as 
nicely as I could."

Joyce rolled her eyes. "For God's sake Buffy how do you......n-nicely 
knock someone out? How does one go about that?"

Buffy sat down on the bed beside Willow's inert form. With the 
fingers of her left hand she reached over and turned Willow's head 
toward the side. There was a small bruise on the under side of 
Willow's chin. "I guess you're right, mom. Truth is I clocked her."

Joyce could not believe what she was hearing. "Clocked her. You 
clocked Willow? What does that mean."

Buffy was now careingly smoothing Willow's hair. "Clocked her mom," 
Buffy said a bit impatiently. "It means I socked her on the jaw with 
a knock out punch. She shouldn't be knocked out for too much longer."

"Buffy? This is unacceptable. I mean slaying demons and vampires is 
one thing. But punching out your best friend is another."

Buffy was nonplused. She continued to smooth Willow's thick red 
hair. "She'll be fine. Just a sore jaw for a day or two."

Well, Joyce wondered, would Seventeen magazine ever run an article on 
what to say to a daughter that just, admittedly, knocked her best 
friend out cold? What is there to say? Except, "I'll get some ice for 
her jaw."

"Good thinking," Buffy said. As Joyce fled the room Buffy pulled 
Willow up so that she was draped in Buffy's arms. By the time Joyce 
returned with a towel packed with ice Willow was showing signs of 
coming to. She was starting to move her lips and her eyes were 
beginning to flutter. Buffy took the towel from Joyce's outstretched 
hand and placed it against Willow's chin. "See. She's waking up now. 
Mom? Be a dear and let us alone. I think Willow and I need to talk."

Joyce  flung her arms out in despair. "Well of course. Wouldn't think 
for a minute to interfere with the business at hand." With one last 
look at the twosome Joyce Summers sped from the room. "Can you 
believe this?" she muttered to herself.

After her mother had left Buffy gathered Willow closer to her and 
kissed the Wiccan on the mouth. It was the first sensation Willow 
felt, being kissed by Buffy Summers, when she came to. She, of 
course, returned the kiss as best she could under the circumstances. 
When embrace ended Willow briefly gazed lovingly into the eyes of her 
blond friend. Then a furrow crossed her brow as she remembered what 
had happened.

Buffy and she had been arguing, Willow remembered, behind the bushes 
in front of the Rosenberg house. Willow had been on her way to meet 
Dusty Laurent, her new classmate. Dusty, a pretty dark haired girl 
had been at Sunnydale High for only a few weeks. Willow had met her 
in her Chemistry class and though the girl seemed aloof to many of 
the other students, she was warm and friendly to Willow. Indeed, 
Willow even felt that Dusty had sought out Willow's friendship. But 
strangely, Buffy had grown suspicious of the girl and even had gone 
so far as to warn Willow to be careful of her. Willow, on her part, 
had felt a little flattered that maybe, just maybe, Buffy was a teeny 
bit jealous. Also, she found Dusty to be kind of.......attractive. 
She was beautiful, lively and quick to laugh. 

And it was about Dusty that Buffy and Willow had been arguing about 
behind the bushes. Willow, school books in hand, had been on her way 
to meet Dusty at the library. Dusty admitted to not being a very good 
student when it came to chemistry. Dusty had asked Willow, who was a 
straight 'A' student, to help her. Buffy all but ordered her not to 
go. Though Willow often deferred to Buffy she thought her blond 
Slayer, lover was going way too far.

"She's dangerous Willow," Buffy had said. "I'm not totally sure why 
yet but I've looked into some of........."

Buffy had had a grip on Willow's wrist at the time and Willow, now 
greatly annoyed, had yanked herself free and was about to walk away 
when Buffy had gripped her again. "Willow! Please. Not tonight. I beg 
you. Give me a few more days before you let yourself be alone with 
her.I promise I'll explain everything then"

Willow had tried to brush Buffy off and that is when Buffy had 
knocked Willow out with one well aimed punch. Even Buffy had realized 
that knocking Willow cold wasn't exactly the best solution to the 
problem but, as she stared down at Willow's sprawled form, the deed, 
right or wrong, was done. Buffy gathered Willow and placed her over 
her shoulder. 

The frown on Willow's face expanded as she thought back. Willow 
pushed the towel of ice away from her and explored the sore chin with 
her finger tips. "You socked me Buff. And it hurts."

Buffy hugged Willow pulling the red head against her. "Oh Will. I'm 
sorry but you have to understand that I had your best interests in 
mind."

Willow was skeptical about THAT. "Really? Look Buff since we've been 
pals, and lets be honest, more than just pals, it's not been an 
unusual occurrence that I have found myself knocked out and 
kidnapped. It seems to happen on a weekly basis. But what shocks me 
is that you're the one doing the knock out, kidnapping routine."

"I know, I know," Buffy pleaded. "If you'll just give me a few more 
days I'll explain everything. Honest."

"You want me to stay away from Dusty for a couple of days. That's it? 
You mean not having any contact with her at all?"

"No. Just don't be alone with her. I believe she is much more 
dangerous than you realize."

"I guess I can manage that." Willow said uncertainly. Then she look 
deeply into the eyes of the Slayer. Buffy met Willows gaze and then 
slowly her lips moved forward until they met Willow's. Buffy drew 
Willow against her as she kissed her. Willow wrapped her arms around 
Buffy's neck locking their two mouths together. Willow open her mouth 
inviting Buffy's tongue to find her's. A soft moan was drowned by the 
kiss as Willow's heartbeat increased. Buffy had learned long ago that 
Willow's sexual passions were barely beneath the surface, and had 
also learned to her pleasure, that the Wiccan was a devastating 
lover. The pressure of Buffy's body forced Willow onto her back and 
Buffy rolled atop pressing her breasts against Willows.
When the kiss ended Buffy looked down at Willow and said softly. "Why 
don't you call your folks and see if you can spend the night?"

Willow lit up. "Why don't I do that? We have some mending to do don't 
we?"









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