Buffy fanfiction; Willow fanfiction; Buffy slash
Mr. Whedon owns these characters. I'm just borrowing
them for a little while.
NC-17 (readers asked for a sequel to 'Making
Sense' and something a little…hotter…Hope
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10 years has passed since Willow outted herself to her
friends and a desperate situation leads to a not so
unexpected discovery for Willow and Buffy. This tale
chronicles their first night together and 'the morning
after' from Buffy's perceptions. Like the story? Feed
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For the first time in
my life I'm making plans. How did this happen? And why
is it starting to scare the hell out of me?
And how did I end up
here? In her bed? In her arms? I want to stay and watch
her sleeping but I've gotta leave. I've gotta get out of
here. But go where? Home? I am home. Something inside,
something I don't understand, tells me to run…as far
and as fast as I can. But why do my fingertips brush her
cheek even as I pull the covers to make my escape? None
of this makes any sense. Not how I got here. Not how I
want to stay and leave all at once. None of it.
I look to the clock
and see we've only been asleep a few hours but I'm fully
awake. I couldn't be more awake even if I was on a
double mocha cappuccino high. Willow likes cappuccinos.
I feel a sappy grin come to my face.
Okay Buffy shake it
off. You need to deal here and deal quick. She'll be
awake soon. I always figured it was just part of the
Slayer skills I had – the fact I was so in tune with
her. I could read her from across a room without saying
a word. I could feel her rise in the morning or when she
finally fell asleep at night. But I know now it's
something more, much more and as Giles might say it
'scares the bloody hell' out of me.
Giles…what would he
say if he knew about last night? And Xander? And Dawn?
Oh god, I'll have to tell Dawn. Sure she accepts Willow
and loves her in a surrogate motherly/sisterly way for
years now but how would she handle 'us'? I mean me with
Willow? Together? A couple? How will she handle the fact
that Willow and I are…are…lovers? How will all of
them handle it? Why am I rambling in my head when I
should be leaving?
I slip from the bed
and go to my room. I don my robe when I hear the front
door open and rush down stairs.
says as she closes the door, carrying two garbage bags.
"What are you
Dawn starts to grin.
"Well I used to call this place home and today is
laundry day but I can take my dirty clothes
"I'm sorry. I
forgot. I just didn't expect to see you today is
"No harm, no
foul," she grins and walks back to the utility
room. I look back up to the bedroom briefly before
following her. I stand in the utility doorway as I watch
her start the washer.
hungry?" I ask her.
"So who'ya hidin'
upstairs?" Her cat that ate the canary grin
unnerves me as she totally ignores the question.
"What makes you
think anyone is upstairs?"
Dawn starts to chuckle
as she loads in her clothes. "Oh I don't know? It's
10 am. You're still in bed. You don't seem to want me in
the house. And you've got wild sex hair."
My hand shoots up to
my head and I start to comb with my fingers. "I do
not," I reply self-consciously.
she nods, but knowing otherwise. "It's not another
vampire, is it?" she asked. "Please say it's
not another vampire."
"No it's not a
vamp," I assure her.
grins. I watch her close the lid and take a seat on top
of the washer. "So tell me. Who is he?"
Okay, what do I do
here? Do I lie and tell her she's imagining things? Do I
tell her that there is someone but just not mention who?
Or do I just blurt it right out?
"I'm telling you
Dawn. There is no him. Okay?" Good answer.
Honest. Okay, well, not so honest but not a complete lie
Dawn gives me a shrug.
"Okay. So if I go upstairs I won't find some
beefcake stud in your bed."
answer before adding, "I'm 'cake' free."
Dawn hops off the
washer and starts to separate the clothes in her other
bag. I know I've got to tell her the truth. I've got to
say something. "Can I ask you a question?" I
"What do you
think of Willow?"
"You mean Mamma
Willow, kinda like Daddy Warbucks? The one who's paying
my way through grad school?"
"That would be
"I love Willow,
Buff. You know that. Why are you ask-?" I watch her
stop sorting. She looks up at me as her jaw starts to
drop and I have to look away. "Oh…my…god…You
didn't!…Oh my god you did!" Dawn tackles me into
a hug and I can't help but grin in reaction. "This
is so cool! And about damn time!"
I'm not sure how to respond.
"So tell me, how
long has this been going on?"
I purse my lips.
"Since last night."
"Last night?! Is
she in your bed right now?"
"No she's in her
bed," I reply.
Dawn pauses a moment
in thought. "Her bed? You mean you went to her? Gee
we'll have to give you a new title – Buffy: the Wicca
Seductress." She starts to chuckle but I can't join
in and she senses it. "So what's the problem? Not
as much as you expected?"
What a loaded question
that is. "Well no, actually. It was more than I
expected… which is what worries me."
what do you have to be worried about? This is wonderful.
Willow is a great person and you spent years trying to
find someone that's…you know…on your level in
someway and…now don't take offense…someone who's you
know…normal. Just forget the fact she makes over a
quarter million a year, has a kick ass car and a
gorgeous, cutie smile," Dawn starts to grin again
and yet again I can't join in. "Come on Buffy….What's
"I'm not sure…I
was lying in bed after I woke up - just watching
her…and I started to think…things."
"What kind of
"Like what we're
going to do for the holidays. I mean, I do the Christmas
thing and she does the Hanukkah thing."
"Buffy, we do the
same thing we've done every year for the last ten years.
We put up the menorah and the Christmas tree. We make
dreidels for the kids at the synagogue and take food
down to the homeless shelter for Christmas dinner. I'm
failing to see the problem here?"
"Yeah well what
about summer vacation?" I tell her. "I'm
already thinking about where we could go. I was thinking
about driving up to San Francisco with her, up the
to see the problem."
"I never know
from one week to the next what might happen to me, to
"None of us do
Buffy…It's called life."
"Yeah, well, what
about life…like life insurance and health insurance? I
mean is she going to take care of those things and what
if something happens to me. Will she get the house? Do I
get an attorney? Or should I just sign half of it over
down," Dawn chuckles. "Breathe, okay?" I
give her a nod and take her advice. "Jesus you just
spent your first night together. Wait until the sheets
get cold to worry about that kind of stuff," she
adds sarcastically. The girl's spent too many years
around the scoobies and it shows.
I nod again. But I can
tell I'm not convincing her. I'm not convincing myself.
"Then again, I
used to live in this house. I don't think Willow's
sheets ever got cold," she adds with a chuckle.
Fail to find the humor
and Dawn grows serious as a result.
"Look, I'm not
sure how to say this…I love Willow. When you died, she
and Tara were the only family I had left. Yeah Xander
was around but…they took care of me. They always made
sure I had food. They always made sure I had clean
clothes and warm place to sleep. Willow even started to
sell off her computer stuff when money was getting
tight. And Tara did Card readings at the magic shop and
you know how she got around strangers. All shy and
jittery. It was hell for her but she did it…for all of
us…me too. And I have to admit, none of the girls that
Willow's met since then would have done the same. They
all seemed…I don't know…shallow…None of them
compared to Tara. Not until now…Can I ask you
something?" I nod. "Do you love her Buffy? I
mean really love her?"
"Yes, I do."
That answer is easy.
"Then don't worry
about the other stuff. As long as you love her it will
work itself out."
Finally I can grin.
"So when did you get so smart?"
"Since I decided
I'm going to spend the rest of my life going to
college," she sighed.
That made me chuckle.
"It won't be that much longer…Dr. Summers…It's
has a nice ring to it you know?"
We hear a voice
calling asking if anyone was home. I recognize it in an
instant. It's Xander.
let's keep this to ourselves," I whisper to Dawn.
"I'm not ready to say anything yet okay?"
"Not ready to say
what?" he asks as he comes into Dawn's view.
Damn it. I look to
Dawn for help without turning around.
"I'm failing my
racism and stereotypes class," Dawn says, looking
over my shoulder to address Xander. "She's not sure
how to break it to Willow."
I give Dawn a small
grin. "But she's promised to pick her grades up by
mid-term. Right young lady?" I add waving my finger
at her. Quickly I turn back to Xander. "So what
brings you out this early?"
pretty wild at the Red Oyster. Just wondered if the
'show went on' after I drop you two off last
night," he teases, wiggling his eyebrows.
I stiffen immediately
but almost as quickly I push it back down. "In ways
you can't imagine," I grin. Yet again it wasn't a
lie but it wasn't exactly the truth or a forthright
confession. Besides, I'm sure Xander could imagine all
kinds of things. Most of which I did last night.
"If you'll excuse me I'm gonna head up stairs and
get ready for the day. Juice is in the fridge," I
add as I walk toward the living room. I hear Xander and
Dawn start to talk and I pause at the landing. Okay I
can do this. I can go back up there.
I make my way upstairs
and I peer into Willow's room. As I open the door she
stirs and reaches over. I can't help but grin as I watch
her reaching for me. Slowly she opens her eyes and I
make my way over to stand at the side of the bed.
"Getting an early
start?" she grins. She rises and comes to knell at
the edge of the bed. As she does, the covers slip away
to reveal her naked body. I have to catch my breath. It
feels like I'm in a trance, hypnotized or something. I
can't move. I can only watch as she pulls the sash loose
on my robe, letting it fall open. I close my eyes and I
remember. I remember what happened last night.
I asked her to show me
how much she loved me. The grin she wore melted me to my
center. She didn't say a word. I watched as she took off
her socks first, tossing them aside. Next came the
buttons of her jeans and a pool of denim on her floor.
Her shirt covered her torso, ending just at the top of
okay?" she asked me as she started to undo the
buttons of her blouse from bottom to top.
I couldn't find my
voice. I couldn't believe my eyes. The only touch of
reality I still seemed to feel was the growing wetness
between my legs. I waited anxiously for the shirt to
slip past her shoulders but she kept it in place. She
was totally nude underneath and I found myself licking
my lips. She returned to me and placed her arms lazily
on my shoulders, her fingers intertwining behind my
"If it's too much
too soon Buf, I won't hold it against you if you want to
stop at any point. Okay?"
Stop? Why would I want
to stop? I've waited years for this. I've waited years
for you. Of course nothing that romantic passed my lips.
I could only mutter, "I don't want to stop."
She grinned and with
the lightest touch I ever felt she lifted my head back.
I felt her tongue start at the base of my throat and
travel all the way up until she placed a kiss on my
chin. "Good," she whispered. "Because I
really want to show you."
My head floated as I
felt the butterfly kisses cover my neck and earlobe. I'd
never been kissed so soft yet so thoroughly in my
lifetime. I moaned. I know I moaned. I felt the
rumble within myself and the growing wetness as a
result. Suddenly I felt a chill and I opened my eyes. My
blouse was gone. At some point she took it off. I was
far too wrapped up in her lips to feel the garment freed
from my body.
"Do you trust
I answered. It was true.
She walked around
behind me, her fingertips making a lazy trail across my
bust line as she moved behind me. She gently pushed my
hair to one side and started to kiss the top of my spine
She paused for a
moment to whisper in my ear. "You've got beautiful
Next I felt her hands
start at my waistband and work their way up and over my
back and down my arms as my bra joined my blouse on the
floor. When her hands came back up she took a path up my
stomach, across my ribs and to my nipples that instantly
hardened. She pulled me tighter against her, and leaned
her head over to whisper in my hair.
"I love the way
your body reacts to my touch," she said softly.
I couldn't speak. I
couldn't reply. All I could do was issue a moan.
Suddenly my jeans were feeling way too restrictive and I
reached for the buttons in haste. I heard a light
chuckle behind me and I felt her hands cover mine.
"All in due time.
I promise," she told me.
"Yes but I'll be
dead by then," I replied in frustration.
Her laugh was deeper
and I felt her turn me back around. She examined my
body. I felt naked before her. But instead of running or
wanting to cover up I felt myself wanting to share
"Do you like what
you see?" I asked.
She simply nodded.
I couldn't handle it
anymore. I couldn’t play the passive. I took her shirt
by the collar and pulled it down but I refused to let it
drop. Instead I used it to snare her back and bring her
into me. The kiss felt like an explosion. Her arms were
trapped and I had her. I wanted her and she wanted me. I
could tell. I could smell her arousal. I could feel her
taunt nipples pressing into my own. I wanted to take
her. Slow and easy wasn't enough. I had to have her.
I broke away from her
lips and started to kiss her earlobe. "I want you
Will," I told her. "Let me take you. God
please let me take you."
wasn't the only one in the room who could leave a woman
speechless. She groaned, trying to catch her breath.
"Give me your hand," she finally said softly.
I released my hold and
she immediately took my hand and together we started to
undo the buttons on my jeans. She pulled them down and I
stepped out. I waited for her return but instead of
rising I watched and felt as her teeth and tongue nipped
and stroked through my silk panties. Immediately my hand
went to the back of her head, coaching her, praising
her. I felt her hands work up my legs, with careful
strokes. She pulled back and looked up into my eyes.
"I can taste you
through these," she said, letting the thin band
snap against my hip as she pulled and released it. I
felt my body quiver at the recoil of the elastic.
"You taste divine."
My hand reached down
and stroked her face. "Taste me some more. Please.
Taste me Will."
She growled and I felt
her grip me by my ass, bringing me into her mouth. Her
nails dug into my flesh and I found myself gripping the
back of her head, wanting more but enjoying the current
game far too much to let it end yet. When her tongue
eased over my shrouded clitoris I held my breath and she
stopped. She looked up with a mischievous grin.
it," she chuckled. Without delay she went
immediately back to the spot. Releasing one of my
cheeks, she used the hand to press the material tight
against my skin as her tongue started to dance.
"Oh god Will," I felt myself sigh. Reflexively my legs
it," she told me. I felt her voice rumble against
That did it. I
couldn't stand anymore and it took everything I had but
I moved away from her. I collapsed on the bed, breathing
hard with a raging fire inside me. My hands went down to
my center and I pulled the panties from my body.
She walked over with a
grin and leaned over me. "I didn't say you
She didn't finish the
sentence. I grabbed her by the shirt and kissed her
pulling her into the bed. I rolled her over with ease
and held her arms above her head. I expected a protest
but instead I felt her head rise up and her lips lay
claim to my nipple that hung over her face. I released
my hold, which was enough for her to get her arms back.
She pulled my head back by burying her fingers into my
hair and tugging. As a result I felt my cleavage
protrude further, offering her more. God I never wanted
anyone the way I wanted her at that moment. She owned
me. I was hers and I had to prove it. I broke away and
slid off the bed. Without wasting a moment, I threw both
her legs over my shoulders. She tried half-heartedly to
issue a protest but once she felt my tongue lapping at
her it was put to rest.
Instead she began to
grind her hips against my face, making the noises I knew
all too well. This house has thin walls. I could tell -
she was close. It was just a matter of time. I pulled
way slightly and let my fingers take over which resulted
in a host of new sounds I'd never heard before. All of
them were a godsend to my ears and put a smile on my
she whispered. "Please put your fingers inside
"You want me
inside you?" I asked coyly.
Please," she started to beg.
I could never deny my
My passion overrode my
lack of experience but it's not as if I'm a total
stranger to a woman's body. I've had a woman's body for
years myself I figured. I knew how I like to be touched.
So I gave Will what I thought she'd desire. I plunge two
fingers inside her and I hear her sigh in relief and
desire all at once, her bucking never stopping.
tongue," she strained, "Use your tongue
I did as she asked and
it was just a matter of moments before the bucking
stopped and her back arched, toes curled. I grinned. I
made her toes curl.
I didn't have much
time to reflect though. I felt my body pulled back onto
the bed and she propped me up so I was on all fours. She
settled herself behind me and pulled us both up and into
a knelling position. I watched as her hand snaked
around, her fingers dragging through my wetness. I
turned slightly and watched as she licked her fingers
one by one, making satisfied noises. The result was a
ragged sigh that I couldn't contain. She went back again
and I felt myself reach back, grabbing hold of her head
and a fist full of blazing hair. This time instead of
claiming my wetness for myself she painted my areola
with it. I watched as her fingers made circles around
"Do you know why
I did that?" she asked.
good?" I offered.
I felt her chuckle
against me. "Oh it certainly feels good. No
question about it. But that's not the reason."
She went back and did
it again and I struggled to keep up the conversation.
"After I make you
come and you're spent and I've licked every drop from
you. All I have to do is suck on this nipple and taste
you all over again."
I shuddered. She
reached down and felt a new wetness had arrived. I never
felt as wanton in my entire life.
she asked as she stroked me. This time her hand didn't
leave. Her fingers continued their maddening pace and I
felt her other hand reach up to caress and squeeze my
breasts. After a few moments I couldn't stay upright and
I fell face first into the mattress. I started to rise
but she kept me in place with a gentle hand on my back.
"Even better," she whispered.
She replaced her
fingers with her tongue and when I felt her slip inside
me I thought I might actually pass out. As she danced
across my sex I felt her hands go to work, twisting my
nipples as her tongue gave me a lashing I'd never
forget. My own body began to move against her and I felt
her take her lips away. I whimpered in protest but soon
I felt three fingers plunged inside me as her other hand
danced across my engorged clit.
She took her hand away
from my clit and I felt her move against my backside.
The next sensation was her own wetness as she spread her
lips across me.
baby," I heard her call out. "Come on and buck
for me again. Make me feel it Buf."
I honestly thought for
a moment that my body might actually be on fire. But to
tell the truth I didn't care. I felt her hands return to
me and I was lost. I gave her exactly what she wanted. I
could tell by her own cries above me, along with a list
of obscenities she muttered that only made me wetter,
she was on fire too. I'd had passionate nights over the
years and although I thought I knew what fucking was all
about. I was sadly mistaken. Willow was fucking me. Good
and hard. Fast and furious. I wanted it. I needed it and
I found myself crying out for it as my body began to
"Oh god Will…Oh, don't stop until I come."
My words fueled her
even more. Her arm had to be killing her at this point
but she gave me everything I asked for. Everything I
wanted. God, she always gave me everything… for many
years now. And finally she was showing me. That pushed
me over the edge, the thought of her love and her
devotion. I gripped the sheets as my orgasm tore through
my body, rattling me to the core. Quickly I felt Willow
stop and push between my legs. Her head nestled beneath
me. She did just what she said she would. She drank from
me making my body spasm even more with every delicate
lick and suck she administered.
I couldn’t stay
upright. I rolled over and collapsed, trying to remember
how to breathe. It was the most intense sexual
experience I felt in my life. But it was more than that.
I was in love. Truly in love.
I felt her come up and
snuggle up to me. I couldn't get the stupid grin off my
face. I looked over. I felt better to know I wasn't the
only one wearing one. I reached out and stroked her
cheek and I felt her go back to the nipple, the one she
'basted' earlier and suck on it tenderly. She made yummy
sounds, which made me giggle for some reason. And when
she came back to me I pushed her sweat soaked hair out
of her face.
incredible," I told her.
regrets?" she asked with a grin.
"Yeah - why
didn't I do this sooner?" I chuckled.
about then," she told me. "Just think about
now. And now, we've got all night." I felt her
begin to kiss my neck again and I just closed my eyes
savoring the closeness.
But that was last
night. Today was different and as I feel her snuggling
into my neck I realize one component is different. I
pull away and I get a wounded look.
okay?" Willow asks, sensing my uneasiness.
"Dawn and Xander
are downstairs. I came up to tell you before I got …
sidetracked." I look down and see my open robe and
quickly I pull it together, retying it.
"Oh, I didn't
hear them come in," she said rising from the bed,
going to the back of the door to get her own robe.
"Did you tell them about last night?"
"Dawn yes. Xander
no." Come on Will. Say something here. Don't
look at me that way. "I had to tell Dawn. She
thought I had a guy up here."
"Nope, no guys up
here," Willow grinned as she pulled me into her
arms. "Just us grrls," she growls, as she
nipped at my neck. Willow immediately feels me tense up
at her touch. Slowly she pulls away…"Why do I
have the overwhelming fear that this where you tell me
last night was all a big mistake and we should stick to
That is what I feel
right now, isn't it? "Look Will, about last
Willow waves me off.
"Hey don't worry about it. I take women to bed like
this all the time."
Willow gets a
ridiculous look on her face. "No not really! I was
being sarcastic! I happen to be in love here Buffy."
I look to the door nervously and she reads it. "Oh
don't worry," she says softer. "I won't say
anything to Xander but I would like to know how to
approach Dawn with all of this."
"I told her the
truth," I begin. "I told her I'm scared. Okay?
Is that so hard to understand?"
"Yes it is."
"That's what Dawn
said too," I mutter.
Willow sighs and takes
me by the hands leading me to the bed. We sit on the
edge and she clears her throat. "Calmly.
Rationally. What are you scared about? Did I frighten
you with anything I did physically last night?"
answer feeling a blush creep up as I add, "I really
liked it…all of it…So no, that's not it."
"Okay. Do you think I'm going to hurt you in
"It's not about
you Will. It's about me."
you?" I don't know what to say. I don't know how I
can explain it to Willow so she would understand. Hell,
I didn't quite understand it myself yet.
"Please…Talk to me," she adds when I say
"I'm not sure
Will. I just…I got close and I freaked. You know how I
get. I always feel like this when I get into something
new. I shouldn't have to tell you this."
sometimes you freak…Okay you always do but this is
different." Willow pauses a moment but starts to
grin. "I think it's time to change masks for a
moment." I watch as she gives a slight shake and
resettles herself on the bed. "This new person in
your life, how do you feel about her?"
I can't believe she's
doing this – playing the 'best friend' again.
"This is crazy. You can't talk about yourself in
the third person Will."
she says quickly. I watch as Willow's eyebrows go up and
down mischievously and I have to grin. Willow sits
cross-legged on the bed, situating her robe before
patting the corner inviting me to sit down for a
girl-to-girl talk. I realize that she is going to do
this regardless of my protests so I might as well play
"No she's not
cute. She's beautiful. Inside and out." I tell her
as I too take a similar position on the bed facing her.
"Rumor has it
she's crazy about you."
"Did you get this
from a reliable source?" I grin.
the horse's mouth."
I chuckle and shake my
head. The woman's insane but I love her anyway.
"Well I'm crazy about her too. I'm just
"Why does the
thought of being with her worry you? Is it the whole gay
issue because I gotta admit being straight is really
"No it's nothing
like that," I shake my head. "Well, maybe a
little. I mean, I always identified myself as the
straight girl in the group. Okay, the straight, 'normal'
girl, despite the Slayer thing. Because you gotta admit,
most of Xander's girlfriends are just plain weird on
evaluate for a moment. She's cute, you're crazy about
her, you're not sure about the lesbian thing but you can
work through it?"
"Well what else
is there? What's got you spooked Buf?"
I get up and I start
to pace. "I love her. I really do. And it's been
ages since I really loved anything or anyone. Last
time…last time was Angel…and that ended badly…I
wanted something I would never have. And I think part of
me feels that this will end the same way. But there's
something else too…something that worries me…she
loved someone years ago."
"Do you think
she's still hanging onto them?"
"No…I mean I
know she'll always have a special place in her heart but
I think she's moved on… But after this woman died,
things got a little…crazy for her…She didn't deal
with the loss very well…I think part of me is worried
about that too…You know being the Slayer means I face
everyday knowing it could be my last. What happens if I
die and she wigs out again?"
"Well you said
that was some time ago right?"
"Yeah, around 8
years or so."
she's older and wiser. Maybe she knows in advance what
she's getting into and what's at stake? Maybe she
realizes she's got responsibilities larger than her love
life. Eight years is a long time - she's probably grown
up since then. Why don't you give her a little
"I just don't
want to make plans with her and have them unfulfilled. I
think that's really it deep down. I don't want to make
her promises I might not live to keep."
Willow gives me a
half-grin. "I think we figured it out," she
tells me. The best friend is gone now, replaced with the
new lover she's become. She gets off the bed and pulls
me into a hug. Something let's loose inside me and I
feel myself start to cry. The last 24 hours have been a
roller coaster of sorts.
"Buffy listen to
me okay?" she whispers into my ear as she continues
to hold me. "It's okay to make plans. It's okay to
look to the future. And I promise, I swear on your
mother's grave, I won't get all veiny should anything
happen to you, okay?" She pulls back slightly and I
wipe my eyes giving her a nod. "I know the risks
going into this. I do. I accept them. I just wish that
you could accept them too. I mean…do you think you
could try? Because I really want to build a life with
you…Or I should say, I want to continue building the
life we have because truth be known…we've already been
doing it for years…We're just finally opening our eyes
to all the possibilities of co-habitation,"
I pull her into
another embrace. "I really love you Will."
convenient," she smiles. "Because I really
love you too."
I gave a sigh before
squaring my shoulders. "Ready to go downstairs and
I look at her
"I'm not sure if
I'm ready for all the lewd jokes this morning that an
outright confession will bring. Let's just act natural -
New natural, not 'old' natural. See what he says. You
said Dawn knows right? If I kiss you we won't give the
girl a heart attack?"
"Dawn was almost
doing cartwheels when I told her," I explain with a
"Good, I'm glad.
I wasn't sure how she'd take it… I don't care about
too many peoples opinions but I did care about hers so
that's good to hear…Okay, shall we?" Willow says
opening the door.
I walk over and I give
her the lightest of kisses. As I pull back, I stroke her
face. "Thank you," I whisper.
"For showing me
last night," I grin bashfully before continuing.
"For having the courage to love me. For showing me
it's okay to look forward to tomorrow. I don't think you
realize how much I truly love you."
realize," Willow grins. "And believe me, you
can show me all over again tonight."
"Dawn was right.
Your sheets don't get cold."
I can only laugh as we
leave the room.
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