Post by Justhad on Aug 10, 2006 18:16:06 GMT -5
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When Willow rang the doorbell, she didn’t expect Mrs. Summers to escort her in the house. The older lady offered her something to drink, and began the interrogation early. Where are you going? When will you be back? What are you going to do? That sort of thing. The redhead had never been interrogated before…it really was like a date, only it wasn’t. Well, she didn’t think it was. She hadn’t really changed her clothes from school, just grabbed a sweater to go over her jumper. If this was really a date, if Buffy was really serious, then Willow might’ve changed. Maybe.
“Ready to go?” Buffy stopped her mother’s next question, as she descended the stairs. Willow had to blink. The blonde had changed outfits, and fixed her hair. ‘Oh, no…this is a date…wait, a date? I’m on a date? Like…a real date?’ Buffy had to break her out of her thoughts. “Willow, you still with me?”
“Oh, um…yeah. I’m ready.” Willow walked towards the door but Buffy was held back by her mother, getting the ‘be home by eleven’ speech.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Buffy. I don’t think that girl knows you like her.” Joyce smoothed one of Buffy’s wild hairs down.
“I hope she knows that I like her.” Buffy smiled with such innocence.
“You know what I mean, Buffy. I don’t want another Hilary incident, okay? We just moved. I don’t need anymore threatening parent calls.” Joyce fixed Buffy’s jacket, and kissed her forehead. “This is your first friend here. Don’t do anything to scare her away.”
“It’s not like I’m a vampire, Mom. I don’t bite…” Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Just be careful. She seems like a lovely girl, and I wouldn’t want you to ruin a potential friendship because of your little crushes.” Joyce hugged her daughter. “Now, go have fun.”
“I will.” Buffy hugged her back. They’d definitely become closer since the divorce.
Making her way into the living room, Buffy explained that she was getting the curfew speech. Willow just nodded her head. She set her own curfew, so it was weird. The redhead wasn’t used to parental discipline.
Once at the Bronze, they ordered drinks, and sat down at a nearby table. Buffy finally managed to get Willow to start chatting freely. Just as the redhead was going to explain why she had a hard time dating, Xander and Jesse interrupted the conversation. The boys had their lusty grins focused on Buffy, and Willow felt out of place, even around her best friend.
“Hello, ladies. Can we get you a refill?” Xander tried to be suave but he was a little too close for Buffy’s liking.
“You must be Xander and Jesse. I’ve heard so much about you.” Buffy smirked at Willow, who was shyly ducking her head. ‘Is she trying to hide?’
“Only good things, I hope.” Xander wedged himself between the two, and took a drink of Willow’s juice. “Man, Will, drinking the hard stuff tonight, I see.”
“Huh?” Willow hadn’t ordered alcohol, she didn’t think. She’d ordered the Buffy special. She had to explain it to the bartender. There was now an addiction, though she wasn’t sure if it was to the drink, or Buffy herself. Her feelings were baffling her.
“So…ladies, care to dance?” Xander was solely focused on Buffy, who just shrugged, and figured…why not? It’s a dance club, there should be dancing. Xander almost wet his pants when the blonde stood up and walked to the dance floor.
“Well, are you coming?” Buffy arched an eyebrow at him. He was just standing there dumbfounded, and Willow’s eyes were panicky.
“Almost…” Xander managed to squeak out. His feet weren’t cooperating. A beautiful girl had agreed to dance with him? This had never happened before…what was he supposed to do now?
“Well…get out there, doofus.” Jesse was shocked, too…maybe a little jealous. If only he could get Cordelia to cooperate like that. He pushed Xander to get the boy moving. After all, this blonde wouldn’t wait forever.
“Right.” Xander moved, eyes wide. He found Buffy on the dance floor. “I’m Xander.”
“I know. I’m Buffy. You’re Willow’s friend.” Buffy started moving to the music, trying not to laugh as Xander attempted to dance.
“Yeah…we go way back.” Xander knew he looked like an idiot but the girl hadn’t run away yet, so that was a plus.
“Heard you stole her Barbie once.” Buffy smirked. She was flirting again, only this time out of habit, and not genuine interest. “You broke her heart.”
“Well, we were five…” Xander blushed. They were getting looks from disbelieving people that the Harris boy had scored. The two continued dancing for a few songs until Buffy decided it was time to give the boy a break. He looked exhausted.
“Let’s get you something to drink before you pass out.” They made their way back to the table, and Xander found Jesse, who gave him a slap on the back. “Well, that was fun. You should try it. See if you can keep up better than Xander.”
“Oh, no. Dancing on me equals spaz.” Buffy took Willow’s hands, and pulled the protesting redhead back to the dance floor. When Willow just stood there stiff, Buffy took the initiative, and placed her hands on the redhead’s hips, forcing her to wiggle them a bit.
“It’s just dancing. You can’t be any worse than Xander.” Buffy smirked. Now she was flirting with meaning, as she ran her hands slightly up Willow’s hips. Just as Buffy was about to give up, a slow song came on, and her eyes widened. ‘Perfect…’ “Here, you can surely slow dance. I’ll even lead.”
“Um…” Willow was in a state of shock, as she felt Buffy’s hands run along her back, and pull her closer. They started to sway to the music, and the blonde’s hot breath was right on her neck.
“See? You’re not so bad.” Buffy leaned her head back, and gouged Willow’s reaction. The redhead’s eyes were a mixture of heavy-lidded lusty and wide-eyed shock. Her breathing was strong, and her heartbeat was exceptionally fast. Her palm was sweaty but that didn’t stop Buffy from continuing the sway. “You’re a pro.”
“Um, thanks?” Willow took a deep breath but instantly regretted it, as the scent of Buffy attacked all of her senses, confusing the redhead even more. Was she seriously crushing on Buffy for real? Or was it just because the blonde was being nice to her?
“I was thinking we could meet for coffee tomorrow…maybe at that place we passed on the way here. If you’re not busy, that is…” Buffy thought back to what her mother had said, and decided to just be friends…for now. The seduction of Willow Rosenberg could be a slow process. Besides, it seemed the girl wasn’t ready for any type of relationship beyond that. There was still much to be learned. This was just the starting line.
When Willow rang the doorbell, she didn’t expect Mrs. Summers to escort her in the house. The older lady offered her something to drink, and began the interrogation early. Where are you going? When will you be back? What are you going to do? That sort of thing. The redhead had never been interrogated before…it really was like a date, only it wasn’t. Well, she didn’t think it was. She hadn’t really changed her clothes from school, just grabbed a sweater to go over her jumper. If this was really a date, if Buffy was really serious, then Willow might’ve changed. Maybe.
“Ready to go?” Buffy stopped her mother’s next question, as she descended the stairs. Willow had to blink. The blonde had changed outfits, and fixed her hair. ‘Oh, no…this is a date…wait, a date? I’m on a date? Like…a real date?’ Buffy had to break her out of her thoughts. “Willow, you still with me?”
“Oh, um…yeah. I’m ready.” Willow walked towards the door but Buffy was held back by her mother, getting the ‘be home by eleven’ speech.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Buffy. I don’t think that girl knows you like her.” Joyce smoothed one of Buffy’s wild hairs down.
“I hope she knows that I like her.” Buffy smiled with such innocence.
“You know what I mean, Buffy. I don’t want another Hilary incident, okay? We just moved. I don’t need anymore threatening parent calls.” Joyce fixed Buffy’s jacket, and kissed her forehead. “This is your first friend here. Don’t do anything to scare her away.”
“It’s not like I’m a vampire, Mom. I don’t bite…” Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Just be careful. She seems like a lovely girl, and I wouldn’t want you to ruin a potential friendship because of your little crushes.” Joyce hugged her daughter. “Now, go have fun.”
“I will.” Buffy hugged her back. They’d definitely become closer since the divorce.
Making her way into the living room, Buffy explained that she was getting the curfew speech. Willow just nodded her head. She set her own curfew, so it was weird. The redhead wasn’t used to parental discipline.
Once at the Bronze, they ordered drinks, and sat down at a nearby table. Buffy finally managed to get Willow to start chatting freely. Just as the redhead was going to explain why she had a hard time dating, Xander and Jesse interrupted the conversation. The boys had their lusty grins focused on Buffy, and Willow felt out of place, even around her best friend.
“Hello, ladies. Can we get you a refill?” Xander tried to be suave but he was a little too close for Buffy’s liking.
“You must be Xander and Jesse. I’ve heard so much about you.” Buffy smirked at Willow, who was shyly ducking her head. ‘Is she trying to hide?’
“Only good things, I hope.” Xander wedged himself between the two, and took a drink of Willow’s juice. “Man, Will, drinking the hard stuff tonight, I see.”
“Huh?” Willow hadn’t ordered alcohol, she didn’t think. She’d ordered the Buffy special. She had to explain it to the bartender. There was now an addiction, though she wasn’t sure if it was to the drink, or Buffy herself. Her feelings were baffling her.
“So…ladies, care to dance?” Xander was solely focused on Buffy, who just shrugged, and figured…why not? It’s a dance club, there should be dancing. Xander almost wet his pants when the blonde stood up and walked to the dance floor.
“Well, are you coming?” Buffy arched an eyebrow at him. He was just standing there dumbfounded, and Willow’s eyes were panicky.
“Almost…” Xander managed to squeak out. His feet weren’t cooperating. A beautiful girl had agreed to dance with him? This had never happened before…what was he supposed to do now?
“Well…get out there, doofus.” Jesse was shocked, too…maybe a little jealous. If only he could get Cordelia to cooperate like that. He pushed Xander to get the boy moving. After all, this blonde wouldn’t wait forever.
“Right.” Xander moved, eyes wide. He found Buffy on the dance floor. “I’m Xander.”
“I know. I’m Buffy. You’re Willow’s friend.” Buffy started moving to the music, trying not to laugh as Xander attempted to dance.
“Yeah…we go way back.” Xander knew he looked like an idiot but the girl hadn’t run away yet, so that was a plus.
“Heard you stole her Barbie once.” Buffy smirked. She was flirting again, only this time out of habit, and not genuine interest. “You broke her heart.”
“Well, we were five…” Xander blushed. They were getting looks from disbelieving people that the Harris boy had scored. The two continued dancing for a few songs until Buffy decided it was time to give the boy a break. He looked exhausted.
“Let’s get you something to drink before you pass out.” They made their way back to the table, and Xander found Jesse, who gave him a slap on the back. “Well, that was fun. You should try it. See if you can keep up better than Xander.”
“Oh, no. Dancing on me equals spaz.” Buffy took Willow’s hands, and pulled the protesting redhead back to the dance floor. When Willow just stood there stiff, Buffy took the initiative, and placed her hands on the redhead’s hips, forcing her to wiggle them a bit.
“It’s just dancing. You can’t be any worse than Xander.” Buffy smirked. Now she was flirting with meaning, as she ran her hands slightly up Willow’s hips. Just as Buffy was about to give up, a slow song came on, and her eyes widened. ‘Perfect…’ “Here, you can surely slow dance. I’ll even lead.”
“Um…” Willow was in a state of shock, as she felt Buffy’s hands run along her back, and pull her closer. They started to sway to the music, and the blonde’s hot breath was right on her neck.
“See? You’re not so bad.” Buffy leaned her head back, and gouged Willow’s reaction. The redhead’s eyes were a mixture of heavy-lidded lusty and wide-eyed shock. Her breathing was strong, and her heartbeat was exceptionally fast. Her palm was sweaty but that didn’t stop Buffy from continuing the sway. “You’re a pro.”
“Um, thanks?” Willow took a deep breath but instantly regretted it, as the scent of Buffy attacked all of her senses, confusing the redhead even more. Was she seriously crushing on Buffy for real? Or was it just because the blonde was being nice to her?
“I was thinking we could meet for coffee tomorrow…maybe at that place we passed on the way here. If you’re not busy, that is…” Buffy thought back to what her mother had said, and decided to just be friends…for now. The seduction of Willow Rosenberg could be a slow process. Besides, it seemed the girl wasn’t ready for any type of relationship beyond that. There was still much to be learned. This was just the starting line.