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This story is No. 1 in the series "One Last Shot AU". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy in New York post Chosen.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Drama(Past Donor)WhedonistFR151585,07943831,0022 Sep 0820 Oct 09Yes

Tired of Waiting

Chapter 2 – Tired of Waiting

This has got to’ve been the best four days of my life. She’s absolutely amazing. I don’t know what I was thinking. Sure, the terms ‘fear’ and ‘rejection’ spring to mind, but I should’ve known better. It’s Willow. Buffy's thoughts filtered across her waking brain and she responded to the warm body lying next to her.

What got her to open her eyes were the strands of hair tickling her mouth. Spitting the strands out, she turned and was confronted by a grinning witch. She smiled back and placed a light peck on her lips. The blonde’s voice was gravelly and thick with sleep when she asked, “Hey you, what time is it?”

Willow smiled cheerily and said, “Would you believe me if I told you it was six a.m.?”

Throwing her free arm over her head, Buffy grumbled, “No, need more sleep. You kept me up too late. I’m usually in bed by midnight.” Peeking out from under her arm she grinned. “Will, the sky is officially falling. You’re a bad influence.”

Buffy’s smile turned wicked as she felt Willow’s hand trail down the blonde’s thigh. Surprised Buffy hadn’t stopped her, Willow bent down and laid a series of kisses across Buffy’s jaw-line and neck.

As Buffy rolled over to straddle the redhead, a soft groan resonated through her parted lips. “Hmmm…Will, if you don’t stop, I won’t stop, and then there will be no stopping. An-and…we agreed didn’t we—on the waiting?” She forced herself to sit up even though every nerve ending in her was body saying ‘no.’

A disappointed sigh slipped unconsciously from Willow, then she met Buffy’s gaze. Nodding, the redhead rolled her hips forward and pushed the blonde off. “You’re right. That was evil. Forgive me?”

“Maybe later,” Buffy teased, a peculiar smile warmed her face before she asked, “How ’bout we get some breakfast?”

Willow nodded her head ‘yes’ and said, “I need to shower first. I’m all stinky after last night. What do you want to eat? I was thinking that deli down the block?”

Buffy rolled off the bed. “Sounds good. You shower first, ’kay?”

Getting up from the bed, Willow grabbed her toiletries and made her way to the bathroom.

Buffy extracted herself from the cooling bed and began to pace. Okay, so, maybe I’m a little too excited. I need to shower fast. I’m all drippy. How does that happen? One little nibble and I’m rip-roaring, ready-for-action gal. This ‘waiting’ thing is gonna be tough. Why did we agree to it in the first place? It’s not like I haven’t had sex before and I know she’s had sex. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to do this whole ‘taking it slow’ thing. I think nine years is slow enough.

And god! Last night. When did she learn to dance like that? She was so damn sexy and confident. I should’ve taken her in a corner. That would have been fantastic. I could live off of last night for a good twenty years. She never used to move like that back home. She’s definitely gotten more comfortable with herself. Which is of the good ’cause I’m definitely comfortable with her. I need her. I want her. I don’t just want her…I wanna devour her. Shit, damn, and might I add, piss. If I explode, it’s all her fault.

The shrill ring of the telephone interrupted Buffy’s thoughts. Grumbling, she answered, “This is Buffy.”

“Hey, Buffster!” Xander’s excited voice came through the headset.

“Xander, what’s the up? You usually don’t call this early.”

“I just figured I’d check in on you and the Willster. See how you guys were doing. She’s still there, right? You haven’t scared her off?”

“Xander…yeah, she’s still here and what’s that mean? Why would I scare her off?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing.”

“Hmmm…you lack credibility. How’s Cleveland and Faith?”

“Things really couldn’t be better. The SITs are less of a pain than they were in the fall…and for some reason we’ve had less than stellar activity with vamps. For Spring, it’s kinda weird.”

“Don’t complain about downtime. Enjoy it while you can,” Buffy chided wryly.

“I know, I know, but it’s still worrisome. Every time things got quiet at home, we ended up fighting for our lives. I worry. Oh, is Willow around? I wanted to tell…to talk to you guys together.”

“She’s in the shower, but I can get her.”

“Hmm…yeah, I have to be in the sumo suit in ten minutes. Tell me again how I ended up with the watcher credentials?”

“You asked for it. I think Giles has the official written request. You did this to yourself. Hold on.” Setting the phone down, Buffy went to the bathroom door and knocked.

“Will? Xander’s on the phone and he needs to talk to you. Can you come out here please?” Hearing the water turn off, Buffy saw the other girl come out wrapped in a couple of towels. Hmmm…wet Willow. Very sexy. Focus Buffy…focus…Xander’s on the phone. “Here,” Buffy offered, handing the phone to the witch.

“Xander? Goddess, it’s good to hear your voice. Buffy said you had to tell me something? What’s going on?”

“How’s my bested bud of them all? And yeah, I got an announcement. Does Buffy have speaker phone?”

“Hang on.” Willow went over to the phone cradle and saw the speaker option. Pressing the button, she replaced the phone and said, “You’re officially on speaker.”

“Good. Buff, you there?”

“I’m here, Xander.”

“Alright…now I’m not sure how to tell you guys and, umm… I just found out last night, but, eh… You two are the first to know that, umm… Well, Faith’s knocked up. I’m gonna be a dad.”

“How? What? How?” the two girls chimed in harmony.

Buffy stood stark still, trying to catch up, but her brain wouldn’t accept the information. After puzzling for a moment or two, she repeated the fact internally. He just said he got Faith pregnant. A feeling of light-headedness swept over her. I don’t feel so…

Willow glanced over at Buffy just as the blonde’s knees buckled. She was able to lessen the impact of the fall and lowered the unconscious girl to the floor.

“Xander, you made the mighty slayer faint. Good work, boy genius,” Willow commented reproachfully.

“What? Is she okay? Buffy? Buff, wake up,” Xander’s voice called through the speaker.

Willow leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, hoping that would wake her up a little. Turning to the dresser, she said, “Xander, Congratulations! I’m excited. I can’t wait to be Aunty Willow. Tell Faith I said good work. I’m gonna try and revive Buffy. Can I call you later?”

“Sure, call me tonight whenever,” Xander offered cheerfully and hung up the phone.

Returning her attention to Buffy, she was happy to see her slayer was starting to come to. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

“Will, I just had the strangest dream and why am I on the floor?”

“What dream, baby?”

“Xander called, said Faith was pregnant and it was his kid.”

“That umm… that wasn’t a dream hon.”

“What? Xander, Faith, pregnant? You’re joking.”

“Nope. You okay?”

“Yeah, the world’s ending, but I’m good.”

Xander? A father? My world is rotating backwards. With Faith!!! Oy, my head hurts. Buffy does look better though. Color’s returned to her face since the fall. I can’t believe she fainted. Of course, I probably would have too if I’d had more time to digest the info. Wow and double wow. Xander a dad—moreover, ‘Faith’ now equals ‘mom’? I wonder if I’m in another dimension where things that aren’t actually are and my dimension is missing me right now. Oh, Buffy’s looking at me. Screw it. If I get looked at by Buff that way in this dimension, I’m sticking around.

“Will, you’ve got…” Buffy leaned over and, instead of wiping the offending cream cheese off the side of Willow’s mouth, licked it clean. Willow turned a light shade of red and looked at the other customers in the Deli. No one seemed to notice, so she relaxed a little then eyeballed the blonde.

“Licking me in public now?” The words left Willow’s mouth before she realized how it actually sounded. Dropping her eyes to the table, she repressed an apology and the severe embarrassment.

Buffy started laughing and said, “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, Will, but if that’s what you’re into then…eh…sure I’ll give it a try.” The smile danced across her face as she said, “I can’t promise we won’t get arrested. And then I’d have to tell my boss. He seems okay, but he might get cranky over having one of his people arrested for severe PDAs of the X-rated variety.”

“I..umm… It wasn’t,” Willow babbled sheepishly.

“Willow, it’s okay. I get it. The Freudian slip was cute. How does that work anyhow? You come to town, we have a talk, and then ‘wham,’ I’m ‘lust girl.’ I was never ‘lust girl’.”

Willow raised her eyebrow and half-smiled at the blonde. “Might I recall a certain incident in a frat house with a strapping, Teutonic young marine from Iowa and a large number of ghosts? Buff, trust me, some days you and the raging hornies are two peas in a pod.”

“Hey, I was under a spell. And can I make a small confession?”

“By all means, Detective.”

“Most of the time when I was having sex with Riley, or Spike, or the other very-few men that followed, I was thinking about this certain redhead I know. Sure, I know it makes me the bad, but really, Will, you should meet this girl. Sexy, smart, funny, all the stuff people want in a partner. I think you’d like her.”

“See, here’s what gets me. I didn’t know how you felt. I mean, sure there were lusting moments on my part, but I also lusted after Xander for a while and thought that it was normal. I did not know you were reciprocating the lust, albeit silently, but there was reciprocation, Missy. You could’ve clued a girl in.”

“And what would I have said, Will? I have a thing. Do you maybe have a thing? How do you feel about Mexican? There never seemed to be an opportunity and the one time I was going to talk to you about it, you went and brought a girlfriend to a Scooby gathering.”


“No, you goof! Susie? Sally? Whatever the hell the slut’s name was at Christmas.”

“Sharon?” A light bulb went on in Willow’s head. “Wait a minute… Is that the reason you didn’t say three words to me the entire week? Is that why you haven’t talked to me, or asked me to come see you?”

Buffy saw the hurt on Willows face and looked down. Quietly she said, “Sort of. I…Will…I promised myself that I would talk to you. We were gonna be in Paris—very romantic city—it was Christmas. I finally convinced myself to tell you how I felt. You showed up with that girl and I was so hurt. Maybe I didn’t have that right, but it still hurt.” A tear slipped down the blonde’s cheek.

Willow moved over to take Buffy’s hand. “Buff? Hey, look at me. I didn’t know. I thought you were just being avoidy. Didn’t I ever tell you I can be dumb sometimes?” Willow tilted Buffy’s head up to make eye contact. “Y’know, Slayer, I never understood. I am sorry. Here I thought I was the one with the issues, but you have them too.”

Willow leaned in to kiss the smaller girl. It was soft, tender even, but Buffy got the message. Willow wanted her. It was also an apology from the witch that Buffy ached for.


Buffy barely heard her last name being called. Untangling herself from the world of Willow, she shook her head and looked up at Jimmy. Shit! partner...cop… Making out with girlfriend in public… Wait! What the hell is he doing on this end of town?

“Jimmy! I…hi,” Buffy stumbled over the greeting anxiously.

James crossed his arms and looked between the two women. “So, Summers, you want to explain to me what’s going on?”

Willow’s posture stiffened. Who is this guy? Why is he looking at my Buffy like that and can I punch him? No-neck Neanderthal.

“Umm… Jimmy, this is uh…my friend, Willow. She’s the one that was coming in from out of town. The reason for the vacation. Umm… Willow this Jimmy, James McAllister, my partner. Jimmy this is Willow. You want to sit?”

Jimmy pulled out the chair Willow had vacated and plopped down, looking over at the redhead. He nodded his head and gave a small smile.

Her manners took over and Willow reflexively offered her hand. “Hi, nice to meet you. Buffy’s said some great things about you. It’s nice to know you look out for her. So…umm…thanks.”

Jimmy took the offered hand and gave it a brief, curt shake, making eye contact with its owner. Then he turned on Buffy as he scolded, “It would be cool to say the same thing, but she doesn’t tell me shit. Then I come in for some coffee and find the two of you making out. No offense, Blondie, but what the fuck? You and I are supposed to be partners. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

Buffy was taken aback by the anger from her partner. She noticed his narrow set eyes and the vein that popped out in his neck when he was pissed. What the fuck? Why is he acting like this? Shit. This is going to end badly. Damn it, Jimmy! “Hey, Jim, calm down. It’s a long story. Besides, I don’t need to tell you anything about what I do after work. So chill…the hell…out,” she retorted in a scathing tone.

“That’s a load of horseshit, Buffy, and you know it. I get I’m not high on the totem pole of people you give two shits about, but it doesn’t mean I don’t give a fuck when some bitch is making my partner cry. I care damn it.” Turning to Willow he jabbed a thick finger in her direction. “And you, whoever the hell you are… I could care less who my partner wants to suck face with, but in the year we’ve been together, I’ve never seen her bat more ’n an eyelash at anyone. Then you show up and you’re all over her. To make it worse, she’s crying. You hurt her and I bring you a world of pain. You feelin’ me?”

Willow firmed up. Oh, oh, oh, he’s upset because Buffy looks upset. Isn’t that sweet? “Jimmy, is it? I can see how you might think what you thought, but really, it’s okay and I’ve known Buffy a hell of a lot longer than you, so back the hell off. Thank you for your concern, but really it’s not necessary.”

“Hey, you two, I’m right here. Still present and not three-years-old. Willow, baby, relax. And, Jimmy? Can I see you outside for a moment?” Expecting him to follow, she made her way outside.

Jimmy came out a short moment later and mirrored her stance. Both had their arms folded tightly across their chests and both looked ready to strangle each other. She stepped up into his space. Poking a finger at the taller man, she started in, “A few things,” she jabbed her finger, “First: you ever call Willow a bitch again and I break every bone in your body,” a third jab, harder than the previous two, “Second: as much as I appreciate the concern for my emotional well being, do not go over-protective on me. I’m a big girl. I know how to handle myself,” stab number four was softer as she wound down, “Third: and most importantly, my private life is just that: private. If I think you should know what I do off the clock—or on vacation—I’ll tell you. We clear?”

Jimmy looked down at his feet. He hadn’t intended to come off so harsh, but he had grown attached to the blonde girl in the time they’d worked together. He just came into Sam’s for a cup of coffee and saw her crying. To say it’d shaken him would be a gross understatement. She’d never intimated she was interested in anyone—boy or girl—in the time they’d been partnered together. Then all of a sudden there’s the redhead and it freaked him out. “Look, Summers, I’m sorry for the over-reaction, but I worry. I…fuck…I hate when you’re pissed at me. Can we uh…maybe start over?”

Taking a moment to think about it, Buffy nodded ‘yes’ and replied, “On two conditions: you go apologize to my girlfriend and we go out to dinner tonight?”

Jimmy smiled awkwardly. “Sure, that’d be fine, but I pick the place to eat. No offense there, kid, but you’ve got horrible taste in food.”

Swatting Jimmy on the arm, Buffy led him back inside.

He smiled sheepishly at Willow. Extending his hand, he said, “Sorry about that, Willow. I…well…I can be an asshole sometimes. My partner here has requested that I make amends by taking you two ladies out to dinner. So, whaddya say, dinner on me? Again, I am sorry, but this one’s special, I get concerned.”

Smiling, Willow nodded.

Jimmy relaxed visibly and looked at his watch. “Shit! I gotta go…umm, how about I call you ’round six? With you gone, I got stuck with desk work. I fuckin’ hate paperwork.”

“That’s fine. And, Jimmy? Can we uh…keep this between us?”

Jimmy suppressed a snicker and deadpanned, “Come on, Summers. Do you even have to ask? This is gonna make me a mint. Your bedroom proclivities have been one of the longest standing pools between me and a few of the guys for over a year. I’m gonna win that pool today and retire early.”

Buffy’s mouth fell open and she stared at him in shock.

Throwing his hands up in the air, he chuckled before amending, “Joke. It was a joke. The ‘me winning money’ bit, but there is a pool going on in the locker room. I’ll be a gentleman though and only lay the rumors to rest.” When he finished speaking, Jimmy headed for the exit before the girls could firm up again.

Buffy launched a half-eaten doughnut at him as he slipped out the door.

Willow sat on the living room couch, her laptop perched on the edge of the coffee table as she typed her email to Giles. Yesterday’s events played through her mind and she couldn’t help the smile that came over her as she remembered the evening spent with Buffy’s partner. Poor Buffy, It’s gonna be hard for her at work, but at least Jim seemed like a cool enough guy. He didn’t have a problem with us being girlfriends and the dinner was really yummy. Who would have thought that they had such great Mexican food at that little hole-in-the-wall restaurant?

I was just hoping that Buffy would—that she would be more, umm…open? That’s not it. I’ve been nudging and pushing since I got here and, sure, she’s making with the merrier on the outside. But there’s an undercurrent that I can’t seem to get a read on. Sure there was some bounciness when we went shopping. She even giggled like a school girl Might I just say that it was very sexy. The giggling part, not the idea of Buffy as a schoolgirl ’cause that would make me kind of pervy and, while I enjoy non-vanilla naughtiness, I do not enjoy schoolgirls.

The other thing that’s bugging me is this ‘waiting’ thing. We agreed to not be too hasty with the physical stuff because—I say this now with hindsight of 20/20—it seemed like the thing to do at the time. Now it’s – she steps into the room and it’s all hot and bothersome. I’m literally on fire. Well, okay, not literally because ‘ow’, but figuratively as in the ‘cheesy romance novel’ type stuff, where my loins are all aflame and I find the need to pull a Scarlett and fan myself in an overly-dramatic, Southern way.

I’m not sure if it was the confession that brought about this change or if it was just the timing. Sure, there was lust before—I can admit that—but I was always able to control it. Maybe it’s just ’cause I don’t have to anymore—control it, that is.

Willow’s sigh echoed through the empty living room and she flopped back against the couch. Running her hands through her hair, she waited for Buffy to finish her shower.

Buffy let the water cascade down her back. She knew she had been in the shower for longer than usual, but the need to decompress seemed to be a bigger issue than whatever her water bill would be at the end of the month. The air was steamy and thick as she moved lazily through her routine cleansing. Showers, they’re good. They take away the smell of your sweat and they help you relax. Especially if you’ve invested in a detachable water massager that helps get those hard to reach areas.

There’s this whole ‘waiting’ thing. It’s killing me. It seemed right…at the time, but now, not sure how much waiting I can do. Are we dating or are we in a serious relationship?

What does that mean, ‘serious relationship’? Why is it serious? Does it involve marriage, kids, and a mortgage? Oh god, commitment! No, she can’t be thinking that far in advance. Oh God, calm down. It’s okay. I can handle that, if she wants it. I hope not. I can’t keep a stupid goldfish alive. A kid, what the hell am I going to do with that? Dawn was already grown. I didn’t need to do anything, just make sure she didn’t get dead.

Buffy let the thoughts roll through her mind. The water hit a knot between her shoulders and she refocused her efforts to remove the tension. As the water pounded her back, she felt her shoulders loosen. Okay, the freak-out’s over. I’ll just have to talk to Will about it. I can do that. I’m an adult. Besides, the fact that it’s not fair to start a freak out over things that no one has even brought up. Kids though, might be cool. Although, I’m not sure how that would work out, no one has man parts in this relationship.

Ah well…what to do today? Will said something about going to see the Monty Python musical. ‘Monty Python’ and ‘musical’ in the same sentence gives me a headache. I do love the crazy Brits, but still, musical. Do we all remember the last time Buffy was in a musical? It ended with me making out with Spike. I’ve yet to figure out that lapse of sanity. And to top it all off, the bastard called me from Rome last month. I should have staked him years ago. And how did he get my number? I’m not only unlisted, but there are about seven people in the known world that know I’m in the States. All of who would stake the bastard before giving him my number.

“So witch o’ mine, what have you got planned for our day?” Buffy asked, bouncing in to the living room as she made one last check for her usual take along items. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she waited on a response.

Willow looked up from her laptop and smiled. Buffy was wearing a free-flowing, knee-length skirt that showed just the right amount of leg and a top that left enough to the imagination to give Willow shivers. Get a grip. It’s just Buffy. All yummy looking in the outfit, but she’s always been yummy looking. Willow felt the blood rush to her cheeks so she dipped her head and went back to the computer screen.

“Will? Earth to the Wiccan,” Buffy sat down next to Willow and squeezed her knee.

Willow’s head snapped up and she squeaked a little. Swallowing hard, she answered, “Well, I don’t know really. I was thinking of taking you for some good old fashioned adult fun.” Her eyes grew wide. Blushing, she amended, “Like, shopping. Not like adult entertainment. No strip clubs or porn store—” She stopped herself and tried again, “We could go down to the village and check out some boutiques or we could take a long, luxurious walk through Central Park and feed the pigeons. Also the Met has some cool exhibits, but you might get bored.”

“Well, the shopping doesn’t sound like a sucky plan. Why don’t we start there and then play it by ear?” Buffy tried for a reassuring smile. What’s up with Will?

“Let me finish sending this and then we can go.” Breathe, Rosenberg. Just breathe and ignore the bolts of electricity that are stemming from her hand.

“Oh, Will, what about this one?” Buffy asked excitedly.

“Buff? I’m not sure if that’s even legal to wear. Don’t you guys have laws about indecent exposure?”

“Yeah, but at the clubs, it should be okay I think. Besides it’s not for me, it’s for you.”

Willow’s mouth dropped open. The top in question was a light, glittery gray that would come to just above her belly button and there was no back. Just two strings that crisscrossed to hold it on. Shaking her head no, Willow turned a light shade of red from her neck to hairline.

“No way am I wearing that out or in. Buff, if you’ve forgotten, I do not wear stuff like that. You don’t wear stuff like that. Faith might wear stuff like that, not me. Stuff like that on me equals ‘big spaz’ and ‘shame’.”

“Willow, Willow, Willow, you’ve got a rockin’ bod, as Xander would say, and I would heartily agree. You should show it off. And if anyone starts to hit on you too much, then they get to deal with me. I want to show you off. Please, oh, pretty please. Besides the fact that I think you owe me.”

“Owe you? Owe you what?”

“See, many moons ago I was able to convince you to wear a leather mini skirt and halter top, but someone decided to put on a stupid Casper outfit instead. Now, it may have been a while ago, but I still want to see you in something similar. Come on. We can let you wear a pair of leather pants that have lain dormant in my closet and some boots. It’ll be very drool-worthy.” To punctuate her argument, Buffy laid on the puppy dog face and began to whimper.

See now why does she have to do that? I can’t resist that look. I’ve never been able to resist that look. Damn it, Buffy!

Grabbing the top, Willow huffed and marched up to the counter. She heard Buffy clapping for joy behind her and she sighed.


The music was pulsating through the floor as Buffy and Willow entered the Centro-Fly night club. The music was a heavy blend of progressive house and techno and the lights from the rafters bounced around the club lighting up different sections and club goers. As the two women passed by the bar, Buffy steered her girlfriend around the throng of people vying for the four bar attendants’ attention and made her way to an open couch at the back of the club.

Once they took their seats on the overstuffed couch, a waitress came up to take their drink orders. As Willow was ordering her cocktail, Buffy took a moment to appraise the outfit she had picked out for Willow. Black leather pants of the non-vampy variety look good on Will. And I knew I was right about that top. She may not have the most…most chest, but she fills the top out well. The silvery, gray looks good on her. Buffy herself was wearing a similar outfit. The halter top was less revealing than the one the redhead was wearing and black in color with Buffy’s favorite red, leather pants that she bought back in Sunnydale.

The blonde sat, leaning her head against the back of the couch, and let the music wash over her. The thump of the bass mixed with the din of all the people in the club wrapped around her in familiarity. She felt Willow’s hand slide up her arm, coming to rest on her shoulder. Buffy cracked her right eye open and tilted her head to get a look at what her witch was doing. Willow leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Buffy’s cheek. Amusement danced in Willow’s eyes as she bent further in to give Buffy a more intimate kiss. She was stopped by the waitress clearing her throat and handing her her drink.

They sat for a time enjoying the energy of the club. Buffy sipped at the drink Willow had ordered for her and cast a longing glance to the mass of bodies on the dance floor. Giving Willow time to finish her drink, Buffy took one last sip on her whiskey sour, then pulled Willow up, motioning to the dance floor.

The girls fell into an easy pattern. Willow was moving with Buffy, trying to let her lead. It felt and looked more like a mating ritual than a dance. Buffy’s hips were grinding against her right thigh and Willow’s center was mirroring the action of Buffy’s. Her hand slipped around Buffy’s shoulders pulling her in close. Their breasts mashed together and Willow began leaving bite marks along the blonde’s neck. She hungrily sucked on an earlobe and, even through the pulsing beat of the music, she heard the moan.

Smiling in satisfaction, the witch let go of the ear and worked her way over to the un-ravished side of her slayer’s neck. Repeating her actions, she added some hand work. Roughly stroking Buffy’s back and then moving her right hand to trail to her front and kneading a breast through the fabric of the slayer’s top. She felt Buffy arch into her touch and Willow's hips thrust forward more. The songs bled together as they continued to move in unison.

God, Willow. How’d this happen? You used to be so shy.

Buffy pulled back and grabbed the back of Willow’s head. Crushing their mouths together, Buffy demanded entrance into the other woman’s mouth. Teeth clicked together and tongues dueled for dominance. Not even breaking for oxygen, they moved faster and harder to the music. That was until Buffy felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Growling she spun around to yell at the interrupter.

The big, bald man smiled shyly and motioned the two off the dance floor.

“Sorry, ladies, but as much as most of the guys here wouldn’t say ‘no’ to letting you continue, I need to ask you to tone it down just a bit.”

Willow broke into a grin and took Buffy’s hand before remarking, “Hey, it’s cool. I think it was time for us to leave anyhow.” She patted the large man on top of the head and dragged a shocked Buffy out of the club and into the cool night air.

Once she hailed a cab, Willow slid in after Buffy. They both sat impatiently as the cab took them back to the apartment.
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