Dreams Go By
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katleeptTitle: Dreams Go By
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Willow/Buffy, Willow/Tara
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: This is for a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse land comm challenge. If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team Poetry sent you!
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 658
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I-I think I may like girls," she admits, looking up from the pencil she's been floating for the last few minutes.
"Really?" Buffy asks, drifting closer to her bed.
"Really."
The Slayer reaches out to her. She touches her shoulder gently. "Tell me about it," she whispers softly. Willow's bright, innocent eyes zero in on her best friend's pouting mouth. Xander was right: Buffy really does have beautiful, full lips that can probably do rather amazing things, much more amazing than just floating a pencil. They're smiling at her now. Willow gulps.
Buffy touches Willow's other shoulder with her other hand. She squeezes her softly, then ran her hands down over her arms. "You mean like like like, right?" she queries, her hands going slowly lower.
"Eep." It isn't the most intelligent or articulate response she could give, but right now she's having trouble thinking clearly. Tara and Oz have completely left her mind, and she stares at Buffy instead, trembling inside. The Slayer does seem to have a certain kind of power, and it isn't only wielded over Vampires and boys. "Wh -- " She licks her lips for they're suddenly painfully dry. "What about Angel?" she squeaks. "And Riley?"
Buffy innocently bats her eyelashes. "Who?" she asks, sliding closer. She's now all but sitting in Willow's lap, her legs straddling her knees. Her fingers run underneath the hem of her emerald sweater. "Who are they?"
Willow can feel her flesh rubbing against hers through their clothes as Buffy leans in closer. The sound of her pencil dropping onto the floor echoes in her mind, and she blinks as, in reality, her real pencil actually does fall. She blushes a deep crimson, picks up her pencil, and looks around her. Thankfully, she's alone in her dorm room, no Buffy, Xander, or even Tara to see her blush and guess at the reason.
She gulps as she lifts her pencil. Tara. She's the one about whom she's supposed to be thinking. She's so sweet, and she really does give her a very special feeling. She thought she was in love with Oz, and perhaps a part of her was, but she really likes this feeling she has when she's with Tara or thinks about her. It gives her warm fuzzies all over. Still, her little, recurring daydream is one of her favorite fantasies for when she tells Buffy about her change or, perhaps better put, realization.
She's shaking slightly inside as she straightens. Her fingers run along the wood of her pencil for a moment before she lays it down. She tries to squelch her naughty dream with the movement. Things are confusing enough. She doesn't need a desire for Buffy. She only needs Tara, or Oz. Willow shakes her head. She only needs Tara, she tells herself sternly.
Still, her mind goes back to the way Buffy looked at her in her dream. Her friend really could be so alluring. She jumps to her feet and shakes her head. Grabbing her books, she decides it's past time she goes to find Tara. It's Tara she wants in that special way, not Buffy. Besides, Buffy had guys coming out of her ears -- she had for as long as Willow had known her -- while Tara only had eyes for her. Yes, it was definitely Tara she needed, and she needed to find her immediately.
She opens her door and finds herself gazing into Tara's sweetly smiling face. She steps back. "Come in," she invites and is so thankful to have her there. She breathes a silent sigh of relief and gazes into those lovely eyes that make her feel both the warm fuzzies and oddly serene, unlike anything she's ever felt before. She's made it just in time, and it is indeed only Tara she needs. Willow smiles at her, Tara smiles back, and Willow shuts the door on the rest of the world and her naughty dream.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Willow/Buffy, Willow/Tara
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: This is for a
writerverse land comm challenge. If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team Poetry sent you!Warning(s): None
Word Count: 658
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I-I think I may like girls," she admits, looking up from the pencil she's been floating for the last few minutes.
"Really?" Buffy asks, drifting closer to her bed.
"Really."
The Slayer reaches out to her. She touches her shoulder gently. "Tell me about it," she whispers softly. Willow's bright, innocent eyes zero in on her best friend's pouting mouth. Xander was right: Buffy really does have beautiful, full lips that can probably do rather amazing things, much more amazing than just floating a pencil. They're smiling at her now. Willow gulps.
Buffy touches Willow's other shoulder with her other hand. She squeezes her softly, then ran her hands down over her arms. "You mean like like like, right?" she queries, her hands going slowly lower.
"Eep." It isn't the most intelligent or articulate response she could give, but right now she's having trouble thinking clearly. Tara and Oz have completely left her mind, and she stares at Buffy instead, trembling inside. The Slayer does seem to have a certain kind of power, and it isn't only wielded over Vampires and boys. "Wh -- " She licks her lips for they're suddenly painfully dry. "What about Angel?" she squeaks. "And Riley?"
Buffy innocently bats her eyelashes. "Who?" she asks, sliding closer. She's now all but sitting in Willow's lap, her legs straddling her knees. Her fingers run underneath the hem of her emerald sweater. "Who are they?"
Willow can feel her flesh rubbing against hers through their clothes as Buffy leans in closer. The sound of her pencil dropping onto the floor echoes in her mind, and she blinks as, in reality, her real pencil actually does fall. She blushes a deep crimson, picks up her pencil, and looks around her. Thankfully, she's alone in her dorm room, no Buffy, Xander, or even Tara to see her blush and guess at the reason.
She gulps as she lifts her pencil. Tara. She's the one about whom she's supposed to be thinking. She's so sweet, and she really does give her a very special feeling. She thought she was in love with Oz, and perhaps a part of her was, but she really likes this feeling she has when she's with Tara or thinks about her. It gives her warm fuzzies all over. Still, her little, recurring daydream is one of her favorite fantasies for when she tells Buffy about her change or, perhaps better put, realization.
She's shaking slightly inside as she straightens. Her fingers run along the wood of her pencil for a moment before she lays it down. She tries to squelch her naughty dream with the movement. Things are confusing enough. She doesn't need a desire for Buffy. She only needs Tara, or Oz. Willow shakes her head. She only needs Tara, she tells herself sternly.
Still, her mind goes back to the way Buffy looked at her in her dream. Her friend really could be so alluring. She jumps to her feet and shakes her head. Grabbing her books, she decides it's past time she goes to find Tara. It's Tara she wants in that special way, not Buffy. Besides, Buffy had guys coming out of her ears -- she had for as long as Willow had known her -- while Tara only had eyes for her. Yes, it was definitely Tara she needed, and she needed to find her immediately.
She opens her door and finds herself gazing into Tara's sweetly smiling face. She steps back. "Come in," she invites and is so thankful to have her there. She breathes a silent sigh of relief and gazes into those lovely eyes that make her feel both the warm fuzzies and oddly serene, unlike anything she's ever felt before. She's made it just in time, and it is indeed only Tara she needs. Willow smiles at her, Tara smiles back, and Willow shuts the door on the rest of the world and her naughty dream.
The End
