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Rating: NC-17, and I ain’t kidding!  “The song is by the Barenaked Ladies, which will be an apt description of Buffy and Willow before the story’s end, if you know what I mean.

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Summary: What’s the best thing about having a lover’s spat?  Making up afterward.

On Occasion; In the Park
By Kirayoshi

It’s been One Week since you looked at me,
Turned your head to the side and said, “I’m angry.”
Five days since you laughed at me,
Said, “Get back together, come back and see me.”
Three days since the living room,
You realized it’s not my fault but only too soon.
Yesterday you just looked at me,
You said, “It’ll still be two days ‘til I say I’m sorry.”

—Barenaked Ladies
“One Week”

She’s on her regular Wetherly Park patrol it happens.  Three of them gang up on her.  Their faces are dark, contoured into hideous grins, eyes yellow, claws and fangs bared.  Each of them has the strength of ten men, and no soul.  They gang up on the small blonde girl.  One small unassuming blonde.

They don’t stand a chance.

She launches herself into a flurry of kicks, punches and jabs.  The first one who dares to lay hands on her takes a stake to the chest, exploding in a cloud of ash instantly.

And I’m hiding behind a tree nearby, with the best view of the show.

Goddess, she’s so beautiful in action.  Or still.  Or smiling at me.  Or naked, her body responding in convulsions when I sent her over the edge—

Geez, Willow, one-track-mind much?

When did it happen?  When did our lives get so complicated?   When did I get positively addicted to her laugh, to her touch, to her kisses?

Why did she stop talking to me?

I knew the answer to that last one; it’s been a week since that situation with Spike.  One week since Oz and Cordy caught me and Xander kissing.  One week since Buffy heard about the kiss, and she hadn’t spoken to me since.

I have to face her.  I have to make this right.

I have to get my Buffy back.

How’s this for crazy; I’m more worried about losing Buffy than I was at the prospect of losing my boyfriend.  Okay, I guess ex-boyfriend’s more accurate at this point.  I didn’t go after him after Xander, and judging from his reaction, I’d pretty much say it was over.

I kinda regret that, but I’d hate myself more if my kiss cost me Buffy.

I go back to watching Buffy finish the remaining two vampires.  Buffy-watching.  This could be the next great national pastime.  Maybe replace baseball.  At least for me.

She kicks the second vamp hard in the solar plexus (at least I think it was the solar plexus.  I was never quite sure where the solar plexus was, but the way he doubled over in pain, it sure looked like a solar plexus hit), when the third one jumps her from behind.

She’s too busy concentrating on the vamp, she doesn’t even see his partner.  The third vamp grabs her by the shoulders, restraining her so she can’t get any leverage.  She thrashes around, keeping him from biting her, but I see her sweating.  She’s tiring, and the vamp isn’t letting her go.

I’m afraid.  She’s in trouble, and I don’t want to lose her.  Not after…

Say it, Wills, not after I fell in love with her.

Hell, not after she and I became lovers.

Yep, that’s right, lovers.  As in naked, sleeping together (although sleeping wasn’t our primary activity. Ooh, bad Willow, bad evil Willow!).  And now, she’s being beaten by a vampire.  I have to stop the vamp, but how?  All I can do right now is float a pencil!

Float a pencil.

I pull a pencil out of my purse, place it on the ground in front of me and concentrate.  The pencil rises slowly, until it’s at about chest level.  Okay, students, let’s try something new and exciting.  I channel all my energy and concentration into the pencil, and into the chest of the vampire that was trying to kill my Buffy.

The pencil flies like a bullet, straight into the vamp’s chest.

Buffy collapses to the ground and I rushed to her side.  “Buffy!  Are you okay?”

Buffy scrambles to her feet, trying to shake off my hands as I try to steady her.  “I’m fine, Wills, just dandy.” She looks around, at the remains of the three vamps.  “What happened to that last one?”

“I happened to him.”  She looks at me like I’m suddenly turning violet.

“How’d you do that?  I mean, thanks, but how?”

“I floated a pencil at him.”  She looks at me skeptically.  I amend that last statement; “At high speed.” She blinks.  Good, I have her attention.  “Hey, it’s pointy, it’s made of wood, it fulfills the requirements for being a stake, it worked!”

Buffy shakes her head, and makes it to her feet, facing me.  “I guess that one’s a keeper.  Thanks Wills.”  She brushes the vamp dust from her pants, totally unaware of the effect this has on me.  “I’d better be getting home.  Mom’ll be worried if I don’t report in, y’know.”  She turns away from me, and starts for her home.

But I won’t let her go that easily.  “Buffy!”

I’m surprised by the volume of my voice, and judging from the startled look on her face, so’s Buffy.  “Buffy,” I lower my voice, but my resolve face is still in full force.  “You can’t just walk away from me.  We need to talk about this— this thing between us.”

“Thing?” Buffy asked me innocently enough.  “I wasn’t aware of any ‘thing’ between us.  I thought we were totally thing-free here.”

Was Buffy trying to hurt me with that statement, or did she just not get what I was talking about?  I’m going with the latter; less painful that way.  “I’m talking about us, Buffy.  You haven’t spoken to me for the last week, ever since that run-in with Spike.”

“Yeah,” Buffy gives me this sour look.  She’s gonna be a hard sell.  “Ever since you and Xander swapped spit!”

“Buffy, it wasn’t like that!”

“Oh?  Your lips were on his, how should I translate that?”

“What about you and Angel?”

She opens her mouth, and shuts it again.  Oh yeah, I have her.  I move in for the kill.  “You could have trusted me, you could have told me that he was back.  But you decided to keep him your little secret.”

Buffy rolls her eyes and sighs deeply.  “I know.  And I’m sorry about that.  But nothing happened between me and Angel.  And nothing’s ever gonna happen.  First, it’s too dangerous for us, you know that, curse and all.  Second… God, I don’t even know why I’m doing this!  You don’t even want to be here, do you?  Isn’t Xander waiting for you?”

I flinch briefly then I regain my composure, not wanting her to see how much that last crack hurt.  It doesn’t work.  Lucky me.  When she sees me flinching her eyes become less angry, her expression less severe.  “Oh Willow, I’m sorry, that was low.  I didn’t mean it that way…”

“Shh,” I offer my hand to her, and slowly, she accepts.  “It’s okay.  That is the real thing that’s hanging between us, and you deserve to know the truth.”  I see her hesitate slightly, but I hold her hand tighter.  “Please, Buffy.  I want to tell you.”

Buffy looks at me with those warm hazel-blue eyes of hers.  Gods she is so beautiful!

“Okay, Wills,” she answers calmly.  “I’m listening.”

“Buffy,” I start slowly.  I don’t want to risk saying the wrong words.  “I guess the main thing was that I was scared.  Not of Spike, well not any more than I’m usually scared of him, but of me.  I mean suddenly I’m making out with my best friend, my best female friend, and I wasn’t sure how much of a freak that made me.”

“Willow, you’re not…”

“Buffy, please let me finish.  I was afraid.  I said that, right?  Well I was.  Afraid of doing something that would make you not like me, afraid of going too far, or not far enough, afraid of what my parents would think, what Xander and the others would think, what Oz would think…I was afraid.  And confused, don’t forget that one, that’s a biggie.  I mean, was I gay, or just not too picky?

“When Xander and I were alone in the warehouse…and earlier in the library, I guess…” Buffy glares briefly when I mention that moment, but she keeps quiet.  Thank Goddess!  “…I was trying to deal with those issues.  I needed to know how much I had changed.  I needed to know…I needed to know if I still liked boys.  Y’know?  And besides, Spike scared us both, a whole lot.  So those two times, and he leaned in to kiss me…well, I let him.”

I watch Buffy’s face intently, searching for any clues that she would blow up at me.  She stays level, calm, and perhaps a little sympathetic.  “I had to, Buffy.  I had to know if my old childhood crush was still there.  I had to know how much our time together recently had changed me.”

Buffy lowers her eyes, making her expression difficult to read.  “So what’s the verdict, Wills?  Did he do anything for you?”

I took her chin in my hand and raise her face to mine.  I have to see those lovely eyes when I tell her.  “Nothing, Buffy.  Nothing at all.”  I smile when I see her let go of her breath, when I hear her relieved sigh.  “And it’s not just that I got over him, Buffy.  It’s because I know now the truth.”  I took her face in my hands.  “I love you.  Buffy Summers, I’m in love with you.  There’s no other way to say it.  If that makes me gay, then I guess that means I’m gay.”

It’s ten seconds later and I hear no response from Buffy.  Maybe it’s time for me to worry…

“Look Buffy, you don’t have to return my love, that’s not a problem.  I just don’t want to lose you as a best friend, because that would be bad an-MMPH!”

I would continue on in babble mode, but it’s kinda difficult to talk when Buffy’s luscious lips are affixed to mine.  Of course, at this point, who cares?

She slowly moves back and looks at me.  Her eyes, which were accusing not five minutes ago, are now wide with wonder.  Her mouth, clenched with anger before, is now wide and smiling.  “I told you the first reason why it’s over between me and Angel, because of his curse.”  She leans in, and I feel her breath on my face.  Ooh, I am getting so turned on now!  “I didn’t tell you the second reason.”

“And what’s that?”

Her smile becomes a little more wicked.  Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.  “Because there’s someone else now.”

“Anyone I know?” I tease her.  I know, shameless, but I can’t resist.

“Well,” she teases back, “she’s a bit of a computer nut, she has a ten-thousand watt smile and short red hair, and she’s standing about two inches away from me.”

“Hmm, that narrows the field a bit.”

“That was your cue to shut up and pucker up, Willow,” she growls wolfishly.  I stop talking and allow her lips to claim me.  She’s claiming me, taking me, making me her own.  I let her willingly.  I want, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, to be hers.

Her lips are soft on mine, her hands tight around my waist. Her mouth slowly opens, her tongue touching the seam between my lips—Knock, knock, Willow, can I come in?

Of course you can!  I open my mouth and now our tongues are moving, dancing against each other, slowly, oh so slowly…

“Buffy,” I reluctantly break off the kiss (somehow I doubt that my suffocating in mid-kiss would be all that romantic a gesture, maybe I’m being picky, I dunno…).  “If this is gonna lead to where I hope it leads, maybe we should head back to my place.”

Buffy looks around, and I’m getting the same sense of urgency from her that I feel at this time.  I want her, and I sense that she wants me.  Knowing that is making me hotter than a…well, a really hot thing.

Okay, so I’m a wiccan, not a poet!

“Let’s see,” she muses, her lips straying on mine as she talks.  “Your house is…six blocks from here… too far…ooh…away…and mine is three…blocks in the other…mmmhh…direction…and Mom’s home…”

“Mmhh…” I feel her hands slowly roaming my body.  Each touch sends a thousand pinpricks through my skin.  But here, in the park… “Buffy, we’re a little… uhh… exposed here.”

“Not yet,” she grins evilly.  “But what a wonderful idea!”  She starts to unbutton my shirt.

“Buffy!” I swat her hands away, but she keeps at it.  “Not here!”

“I want you, Willow,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire.  “I want you now.”

“I want you too, Buffy, but not here!”  Man do I want her!  My body is hot, my nerves are hypersensitive, and my…uh…Damn, Willow, say it, my vagina, yeah, that’s it, my vagina’s getting wetter by the second.  “But out here’s not good, honey.  We could be seen.”

“There’s the old gazebo,” she purrs in my ear.  “There’s no light there, no one will see us.  And besides, no one comes out here at this time of night.”

“Yeah, no one but the local night life,” I add.   “Or should I say, un-life?”  She looks at me, puzzled a little, until my meaning becomes clear.  Then the light goes on in her eyes.

“You’re right,” Buffy admits, her shoulders slumping.  “But I want you so much, Wills.”

“Yeah, me too.”  I look around, afraid that Spike or one of his cronies might still be around.

Suddenly, Buffy pulls away from me. “I got an idea, Wills,” She takes my hand and guides me quickly to the park gazebo.  An old weathered wooden structure, the gazebo was still used occasionally by small concert bands and jazz groups during the summer.  But at night, it’s a dark, shadowy thing, rickety, unlit, foreboding.  Give it a few more walls, and it would pass for a haunted house.

She fishes through her purse, and pulls out a small glass bottle.  “Holy water,” she explains.  She removes the stopper, and lets the holy water dribble out of the bottle in a small stream.  She walks around the gazebo, using the holy water to outline it, and I smile when I realize what she’s doing.  Any vamp trying to get to the gazebo before the water evaporates, it’ll be like touching a live wire.

That’s why she’s the Slayer.

When she’s finished vamp-proofing our little love-nest, Buffy leads me up the stairs, and toward the center of the platform.  She steps back and looks at me.  “God, Willow, you just keep getting more beautiful every time I see you.”

“Thanks,” I smile.  It’s still hard for me to get used to hearing her say that.  “I guess there’s nowhere to go but up.”

“Don’t ever say that,” she whispers emphatically.  “You have never been anything less than truly beautiful.  Here,” she kisses my cheek, “here,” she kisses my lips.  “And here,” she touches my breasts, which tingle at her contact.  Her hands start unbuttoning my top again, and this time I don’t stop her.  The cool night air hits my body as my top opens, and my skin vibrates as Buffy touches it.  I shimmy the top off, breaking the ethereal spell, and suddenly Buffy and I are removing our clothes as quickly as possible, discarding tops, shoes, jeans, bras and panties onto a haphazard pile.

“Make love to me,” I plead quietly, gazing at the naked beauty before me. 

“With pleasure,” she grins, pure lust on her face.  She takes me in her arms, and starts nibbling at my ear.  “I am going to eat you up, my little pretty.”  Her fingertips brush against my nipples, causing them to harden. “I am going to memorize every square inch of your gorgeous body.”  She caresses my right breast, while kissing my throat.  My knees buckle, and I have to lower myself to the floor.  Buffy doesn’t let up, and soon I am lying down with Buffy over me.  Her lips are hot and insistent on mine, and her hands seem to be everywhere on my body at once.

“You like that,” she purrs.  “You like it when I kiss you like this,” she demonstrates, her mouth fusing itself to my left nipple.

I like that?  That’s the understatement of the year!  Goddess she does that so well.

“Oh yeah,” I moan, arching my back as Buffy suckles my breast into her mouth.  “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”

Buffy lifts her head and winks at me.  “Don’t worry, babe, I don’t plan to.”  She returns her attention to my breast, laving it with her tongue, then nipping it with her teeth.  I’m lost from that point on.  Oh yeah, Buffy, do what you want to me…

Oh, no, don’t leave my boob now, —Oh!  You’re starting on my other boob.  Okay, I can deal…oooh, yeah…with that.  Oh dear, where ya going with that hand?  Somewhere below the waist, right, oh yes, right there.  You want my legs a little more apart?  I…ummmh!…can do that, sure.  Now what are you—?

“Sit up, Willow, I wanna try something.” I hear her instructing me, and I obey without thinking twice.  Or even once.  Thinking isn’t exactly on my list of things to do right now.  She positions my body so that my left leg is over her right, and her right leg is over my left.  What is she—?

She scoochies up to me, positioning her groin against mine.  Suddenly it makes sense.  Oh boy does it ever make sense!  Her core is up against mine, warm and wet.  She starts to rub her body against mine, and every inch of me is on fire.  Ooh, bad Buffy, bad…no, good, good Buffy, incredible, fantastic, amazing Buffy!  I start rubbing, trying to time my going up to her going down, and now we have our legs in this scissors formation, rubbing our sexes against each other.  Oh my Goddess!  Willow Rosenberg, your trip to heaven is now picking up speed.

But she’s still not done.  Her hand finds its way to our juncture, and suddenly her hand’s inside of me.  Oh yeah!  Well…Buffy, two…can (UNGH!)        play…that game!  I start to stroke her vaginal hood, inserting my thumb against that little nubbin.  She gasps.  Oh yeah, I made Buffy gasp.  Go Willow, go Willow…

My heart is hammering, my breathing is ragged, and it won’t be long now.  I try to pace myself, listening to Buffy’s moans and gasps.  I’m about to climax, but I’m taking her with me.  My vision starts to blur…oh yeah, this is it!  I quicken my pace, rubbing my hand against her faster, and she jolts, her body arching suddenly, her head thrown back.  Oh yeah, this is the big one!

We move as one…we moan as one…

We come as one…

We collapse as one…

I don’t know how long we lie together, our limbs entangled, our heads against each other, and I don’t care.  Buffy lifts her hand to my mouth, and I start suckling it, while offering my hand to Buffy for the same purpose.  We taste us, the mixture of the both of us on each other’s hands.  Man that is so sexy.

Nothing short of the Master’s return would spoil this moment, with the two of us just relaxing, reveling in our closeness, our calmed passion, our love.  Love.  Oh what a wonderful word.  Love.  Used in a sentence, I love Buffy with all my heart and soul.

And the sex is pretty incredible too.

“Willow,” she murmurs against my shoulder.  “We’re gonna have to get dressed soon.”

“Aww,” I groan.  “Can’t we just stay like this forever?”

“Afraid not, Wills,” she insists as she pries herself away from me.  I don’t want her to go, so I move back toward her.  “Hey, c’mon, find your togs, we gotta get out of here before the holy water evaporates.  Let’s go, chop chop.”

“Oh, all right,” I grumble as we locate our clothes.  They got a little scattered over the gazebo, but after a mad scramble we manage to get our things on and look at least slightly presentable.  I think I’m wearing Buffy’s bra, but then remember she didn’t have one on in the first place.

“So,” Buffy asks me suddenly, “that thing about you loving me, is that still on?”

I grin hugely.  “Oh yeah.  On and on and on.”

“Good,” she leans in and kisses my nose.  “Because I love you too.” 

Well, after a performance like that, I kinda had my suspicions, but just hearing the words warms me to my core. 

“Uh, Willow,” she looks at me again, and I can see the hunger stirring in her eyes.  “Are your folks at home tonight?”

“Uh, no,” I smile.  “Business trip.”

“Well,” she slinks slowly toward me, her arms are around my waist again.  “I can’t let you go home alone to a big empty house, can I?”  Without warning, she lets go of me, and winces a bit in slight pain.

“Buffy, are you okay?”

“I’ll say this much,” she straightens out her back.  “The next time we do this…which I’m hoping will be fifteen or twenty minutes from now…a mattress had better be involved.  Or at least sofa cushions.”  She kisses me again, her lips lingering against mine once more.

“Uh,” I start to stammer.  She’s not the only one who’s desire hasn’t been fully sated.  “You think you can control yourself long enough for us to get there?”

“Hmm—” she slips her tongue into my mouth for a second.  “Maybe.  If we hurry.”

“Race ya there,” I’m off like a shot, with Buffy hot on my heels.

Oh yeah, I hate fighting with Buffy.  But I love making up with her. 

Or is that just making her?

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He wiped the ashen remains of the newbie vamp who was stalking the Slayer and her love off of his duster, and looked at the gazebo as the two girls ran off, presumably to continue their activities.

He smiled ruefully; not too long ago, he was the one who shared passion with the Slayer.  Just the one time.  The one terrible, wonderful time that cost him his soul and her the lives of good friends.  One moment of madness, for which Jenny and Kendra paid the forfeit.

Angel turned away from the gazebo.  He was no voyeur; he didn’t seek out to stalk Buffy and Willow, to witness their lovemaking.  But her scent was pungent in the air that night, and its siren song still had power over him.

When he saw her with Willow, he ducked away.  Very clever, Buffy, marking your territory with holy water.  He was able to ignore their passion for the duration, save for a few screams toward the end.  He feared that the entire vampire population of Sunnydale might have heard them.

Fortunately, only a few vamps, all newbies, were within earshot.  Easy enough for Angel to deal with while Buffy was…otherwise occupied. Humph, nice diplomatic turn of phrase there, Angel.

As the two newfound lovers left for a more sheltered rendezvous point, he smiled.  He had always seen something in Buffy’s eyes when she was with Willow.  And now she knew what Angel had always suspected, that the shy young witch was a better match for Buffy than he had ever been.

Be happy, Buffy.  And know that I’ll always be there to defend you.  Both of you.

He left for his mansion, and for the first time in over a century, enjoyed a peaceful rest.