crys_loch | Fic: Wiffy Dreamverse Shorts

Fic: Wiffy Dreamverse Shorts

BtVS / Buffy/Willow

PG- 13

Summery: Some shorts that were written for the Wiffy Dreamverse Forum.

The disclaimers:

Don’t Sue Me- I did not create nor do I own the characters or their premise. Joss Whedon did and does. This is just Fan Fiction. All the fun and none of the profit. Distribution: not without my explicit consent. Feel free to ask though. I don’t bite.

Timeline/Pairings- Any times. Happier times. Buffy/Willow.

Warnings (The Good Stuff)- Nothing to warn about here. No kink, no porn, no guys. Still, I am not responsible for your actions. I’m in enough trouble just being responsible for my own.

Summery- A Short: a writing exercise to try and convey a larger theme, characterization or event within a short scene. Or, you know, quick one offs. These are for Buffy/Willow shippers.

One Last Thing- I wrote these for the Wiffy Dreamverse Forum. Just trying to spark some creative flurry. Plus, they were nice enough to take me in even if I couldn’t post any of the stories I’d written to the site. So I posted some little scenes. Even I can stick to just Buffy/Willow for the span of a Short.

Wiffy Dreamverse Shorts

By Crys Loch

Gender Roles

Sociology 101, chapter 13: Gender Roles; the text book weighed heavy in Willow's arms. The paper finally complete, Willow dragged her feet as she absently set about crossing the campus from the library back to her dorm room. Stupid partying room-mate. She felt exhausted, distracted, a night filled with the limits of gender roles turned her thoughts and spilled over to self mutterings. She forgot to pay attention to the night. She didn't hear the two vampires as they approached. Her scream was quickly muffled as they pulled her to a darkened corner. She was in real trouble now.

Willow felt the fangs enter her neck and struggled to no avail. They smelled of the sewers. Unclean cold hands were clasped around her limbs, binding her. Escalating fear had the unfortunate side effect of heightening all her senses. She coughed and choked into the hand over her mouth. Her eyes, bright and alert now, scanned frantically over one of the vampire's shoulders, searching for hope, help, a hero: Buffy.

Just as her begging eyes began to dim and her mind started to swirl, she saw it. A flash of blond hair. The blur of punches and kicks. And just before Willow could fall to the ground, strong arms gently wrapped around her and supported her. Maybe it was her overwhelming relief that was tumbling her thoughts: maybe it was the adrenaline that was flooding her hormones; but staring up into the concerned hazel eyes framed by blond hair, the small hesitant smile that returned her own... Willow had never seen anything more beautiful. With waning strength she pulled herself up to caress her lips gently over Buffy's.

As Willow dropped trustingly back into Buffy's arms, she giggled. "Sorry. Mixed up my gender roles. My heroine, Princess Charming, you were supposed to kiss me." Then she fell to unconsciousness.

This Was So New

This was so new. Not new in the Angel way. That was new, first time, but in the way that she had thought about it so many times that she was ready, had it all mapped out at least vaguely, knew what would happen if not what to expect. Besides, though she refused to think about it, Angel had been there before and she could let him steer. This was new in a never imagined it way, like she was skydiving only she did it backwards and leapt before she had any lessons and there was only this moment's time to figure it out. Freefall, tandem, so new to this she just now wondered if they even packed a 'chute. Angel was discarded for a monster. And her best friend lay now on her bed. Her lips, soft hesitant lips, were now pressed onto her own. And she tried to remember how to kiss, but this was so new. Her hand slipping under Willow's shirt, and this, this was another woman's breast, and she wanted to have the time to learn everything about this but it was all moving so quickly. Is this right? If she moves here and their legs tangle around each other's and their hips rock and the kiss, the kiss deepens so they can't scream. She needs time, needs this moment to last long enough to know if she's doing this right, craves enough time to learn every part, every texture, every sensation of the woman beneath her. But it's so new and it feels just like falling. Or what she imagines falling would feel like if it was never ending and the thermal updrafts of passion could keep you aloft forever.

To Go Out Dancing

"I feel like we haven't gone out in ages," Willow gushed as she adjusted her shirt, double checking her outfit choice in the mirror.

"We haven't," Buffy confirmed, "unless you include classes and patrols and research, oh, and saving the world again last Tuesday."

"Yes, but those things aren't fun." Willow sat on her bed to watch the mini production that is Buffy choosing what to wear to go out dancing.

"We make time for some fun..." Buffy turned and winked at Willow before returning her attention to the closet.

Willow laughed lightly. "Yes, but, that isn't public kind of fun." She watched avidly as Buffy covered skimpy matching underwear in an almost just as skimpy short skirt and cropped halter top. Quickly, she stood to block the door. "You can't wear that out!"

Buffy smiled as she glided over to stand before Willow, a glint of a challenge in her eyes. "And why not?"

"Because," Willow's mock outrage turned to a sly smile. "That outfit puts things in my mind that we can't do in public." Willow placed her hands on Buffy's bare hips and slowly guided her back away from the door and onto the bed.

"So much for vertical dancing," Buffy relented to the change in plans.

We Just Kissed

I just kissed her!? We just kissed. Why did... We were just lying here on the bed together, giggling... the bed. We're on a bed together. Home after dancing, right. And we were laughing and tired and we just stretched out and kept talking, and. It felt so good to see her again, to be near her again without it being the end of the world. But then we kissed. And it's probably not a big deal for her cause, well, she's kissed girls before. But me... I should say something. What should I say? Cause she's looking down at me and that combination of worry in her eyes and smirk on her lips is distracting and I should say something before I start to giggle again. Or maybe I should just kiss her again...