Title: The Way That She Shines
Author: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
Email: uber_bitch13
Rating: G
Warnings: F/F slash.
Pairing: Willow/Stephanie McMahon
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Musings of a lover…
Archiving: Where Angels Burn, , and Twisting the Hellmouth. As long as you keep my name on it and let me know where it's going, go ahead and take it.
Author's Notes: This idea has been bothering me for a couple of weeks, so I finally decided to write it. This is my first f/f slash fic, so let me know how I'm doing.
Feedback: Damn skippy, hippy.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to God and Satan (Joss Whedon and Vince McMahon, respectively). I only own the story, which is a work of fiction (never has and never will happen). The title comes from "Can't Hide Beautiful" by Aaron Lines.

---

Willow's POV

She is so beautiful.

She never believes me when I tell her, of course. Oh, she knows she's pretty - no woman, even a McMahon, lasts in this business long unless she is - but she's so much more than that. She's every season rolled together; stormy-eyed with a temper to match, snowy skin that's soft as dew, hair like fallen leaves, and a soul that's more beautiful than the sunsets she loves to watch.

She humbles me.

In the mornings, I love how her hair is tangled and her eyes are heavy with sleep. I love the way she brushes her teeth in the shower to save time. I love how she combs out her hair every night while wearing an old t-shirt she stole from Shane. I love the way she taps her pen on her desk when she's frustrated. I love how devoted she is to her job. I love the stubborn pout she gets when she's angry. I love how she giggles when I tickle her feet. I love the soft, husky "I love you," she breathes into my ear when we holding each other.

I love everything about her.

But she still doesn't believe she's beautiful. We live in a world surrounded by gorgeous women straight from men's fantasies.

But I'm not a man.

All those other women - Torrie, Trish, Terri, and Stacy - are beautiful, I admit that; however, they're not what I fantasize about. Molly is more my type than any of them, and she's 100% straight, not to mention devoted entirely to Jeff.

But I'm devoted to Stephanie. My life will be spent loving her and showing her every day how beautiful she really is.

Maybe she'll believe me, someday.

---

The End