|What Almost Happened
Author: Brooke47 PM
After a fun night at the Bronze, Buffy and Willow have a sleepover at Buffy's house. Things happen in the heat of the moment, can Buffy and Willow work things out? Set near the end of Season 2. Please review. (Chapter 12/?)Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Angst - Willow R. & Buffy S. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 19,080 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 11-13-12 - Published: 10-27-12 - id: 8647293
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Summary: After an exhausting night at the Bronze, Buffy and Willow agree on a sleepover at Buffy's house. Things happen in the heat of the moment, can Buffy and Willow work things out?
Rating: FRAO: language, sexual scenes, and violence. (PG-13 Right now)
Word Count: 19,080 (So far)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. If I did, a lot of things would have happened extremely differently.
Author's Note: This is one of the first fan fictions that I've written, so please don't hate me if my writing is poor, or if I don't use the proper grammar, I'm trying. I'm looking to make this kind of like a series and update every three days, or every week, I don't know yet, it all depends on what people think of it. But other than that, please review and enjoy!
Chapter One: Too Tired
"Buffy, could you pass the remote?" I asked sleepily, making sure there was tiredness heard in my voice.
Buffy let out a low groan, "Get it yourself Will, I'm too tired." She protested.
We had just gotten back to Buffy's house after a late night of partying at the Bronze; Xander had gone back to his house, something about not wanting to do 'girly sleepover stuff', but whatever, it's his loss. We were both exhausted, and far too tired to walk upstairs to Buffy's room to go to sleep, so we decided to have a power nap on the sofa and go to bed when we woke up.
"Fine." I replied, trying to sound jokingly annoyed, but she was probably too tired to even hear the change of tone.
I got up off of the sofa and walked over to the television where the remote had laid, and picked it up. I turned around and just watched Buffy as she slept. For once she actually looked like she was in peace, it was the only time she could really relax, it was the only time she could be a normal seventeen year old girl. As I practically dragged myself back to the sofa, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the blonde laying down on the sofa, I love her, there's no denying that. Every night she goes and fights this fight because she wants us to be safe. Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I sat down on the sofa and got comfortable, realizing that there seemed to be a draft in the room, I grabbed the blanket that had rested along the top-back side of the sofa, I unfolded it and spread it across the two of us, and turned on the television.
"Infomercials, great," I mumbled to myself, "Infomercials," *click*, "Infomercials," *click*, "Oh, Titanic!" I nearly yelled, I looked over at Buffy to make sure my excitement hadn't woke her up, a grumpy slayer acts first and thinks second, and having a grumpy Buffy is not on my 'to-do' list for today. When I was convinced that she was still sound asleep, I turned my head back to the television, the movie was about halfway finished, but I don't really like the beginning anyway, it's boring.
"I'll never let go, Jack. I promise." Rose said with tears in her eyes, she brought Jack's hand to her lips and gave it a cold kiss as she let go and watched his lifeless body sink down to the bottom of the ocean.
I pulled the blanket up to my face and couldn't stop the tears from falling; I wiped them off using the edge of the blanket and quietly returned to watching the end of the movie after ten minutes of crying.
I'm a sucker for classic love stories, okay? James Cameron just has a way to my heart.
The movie finished and I turned off the television and set the remote on the coffee table in front of me. I had just gotten comfortable and was starting to drift off into a deep sleep when I felt a slight tug at the blanket. I looked to the other side of the sofa and Buffy was sound asleep, so I attempted to fall asleep once again. About two minutes later, there was another tug at the blanket, this time the tug took most of the blanket from me, so I forcefully yanked it back.
"Hey!" Buffy said, slightly chuckling.
"Hey yourself, I'm cold and you're stealing the entire blanket." I said seriously, as I pulled more of the blanket onto my cold body.
"Well I'm cold too." She replied, and using most of her slayer strength, she pulled back the blanket that I was holding onto for dear life, and dragged me along with it, causing me to land on top of her, straddling her waist. We both stopped laughing, and were gazing into each other's eyes, when I looked into her eyes; I saw emotions that I had never seen from her before; want, need, desire, and lust.
I knew this was wrong, so wrong on so many levels. I mean, I'm dating Oz, but right now I don't care about him, I just want Buffy. I need Buffy. She smelt so good, like vanilla ice-cream, our faces were so close I could feel the warmth of her breath, and I wasn't scared. I just knew it was wrong, but before I could even think about stopping what I knew was about to happen, she leaned up, grabbed both sides of my face, and locked her lips with mine, and surprisingly enough, I returned the kiss. After a few excruciating moments of not knowing what to do next, Buffy slipped her tongue out of her mouth and traced the edges of my bottom lip, asking for my permission to enter, my tongue meeting hers was my answer. She flipped me over, and reversed our positions, so she was now straddling my waist, we broke the kiss so we could both catch our breath, and after a few short moments she leaned down and took my now swollen lips to hers and didn't even bother asking for permission to enter this time. She took her hands off of my face, and slowly started sliding them down my body, as she reached the hem of my green tank top she stopped lowering her hands, and started bringing them up once again, only this time her hands were moving up under my tank top, I felt tingles everywhere on my body, from head to toe, I never felt this way about anyone before, when I kiss Oz, it's nice but there's no sparks, but with Buffy, it's like the fourth of July mixed with New Years. When her hands were just above my ribcage, my conscience kicked in, and I knew I had to stop this before it went any further, I didn't want Oz getting hurt, I love him, but the same way I love Xander, I'm not in love with him, like I am with Buffy, I slightly hesitated before I pulled away from her. She looked down at me with what seemed to be a hurt expression, but when she saw the worry in my features, she quickly put a wall up to hide her pain.
"Will, I-I'm so s-sorry," She said so quietly I'm surprised I even heard her.
I was at a loss for words. Normally I would be having a huge babble-fest right about now, but not even that part of my brain had recovered from the Buffy kissage that had just happened. She must have taken my silence as a sign that I didn't want her like that. But I do. I've wanted her that way ever since her first day at Sunnydale High, when I saw her at the water fountain with Cordelia. That was the moment I knew I wanted to be with Buffy Summers. She literally leaped off of me and the sofa and ran up the stairs sobbing what sounded like 'I'm sorry', over and over again.
"Buffy..." I practically whispered, finally finding my voice, but she was already gone, and I was left alone on the sofa wondering what in the frilly heck had just happened.