This is a derivative work. All BtVS characters belong to or were created by Joss Whedon and the gang at Mutant Enemy. Characters and ideas borrowed from Lord of the Rings and Stargate belong to others. This story idea, on the other hand, is actually mine.
SUMMARY: An experiment. What if Buffy had dressed as an elf for that infamous Halloween episode? How would that have worked? And what about Willow and Xander? (hints of future B/W)
SPOILERS: 1st 2 seasons of BtVS. Others - none.
Author's Note: This is currently set in an AU of my older story "Class of '99". Some day I might write the story or two that bridges them.
Word Count: 1,994+ (1 of 5)
Buffy pulled at her ears, grimacing into the mirror. "Are you sure they'll come off? Mom isn't going to be impressed if I spend the rest of my life with pointy ears."
Sitting on her bed, Willow suppressed a nervous giggle. Buffy made a much better looking elf than she did the ordinary eighteenth century debutante she'd planned to dress up as, she decided, nervously playing with her book bag. Combined with raven colored hair, the ears made the costume Buffy was wearing work so much better in her admittedly biased opinion. With her petite build and thin features, there was already an almost fey look to her best friend, though she would never tell her that.
The idea had come to her when she saw how Buffy had looked longingly at the dress in 'Ethans', the new costume store. All it had taken were a pair of Spock ears and temporary hair dye, instead of the ugly wig suggested by the creepy man in the store, and the costume was nearly complete.
Convincing Buffy that going as Arwen Undomiel, a twenty-seven hundred year old elf maiden who'd fallen in love with a human, was much more romantic than her original idea, hadn't been very difficult after that. And worth it, even if it had meant allowing Buffy to choose a costume for her and admitting her membership in the 'Lord of the Rings' geek club.
"It's your turn!" Buffy told her, getting up and gesturing imperiously towards the vanity.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Willow mumbled as she stood up, having second thoughts. Looking down at the parts of her costume that she was already wearing, she wondered if it was going to be worth it. It wasn't just the hair style. It would look odd but she could live with that for a few hours. But mismatched stockings, large work boots, and overalls cut so short that a mini dress would have been more modest were the stuff of nightmares, and that was without the added inevitable Cordelia snark bonus.
Sitting down in front of the mirror, she wondered where Buffy had come up with the costume idea. Pippi Longstocking was not something she envisioned her ever reading. And the costume verged on several stereotypes high up on her 'To Avoid' list. Anyone who didn't recognize her character was going to think she was either dressed up as a Nympho Farmer's Daughter or something even worse.
Standing behind her, Buffy frowned at the image of her friend in the mirror, mentally comparing her to the picture she'd seen in one of Dawn's books. They'd tinted Willow's hair a deeper auburn and, with a bit of mousse and rubber bands, had her hair sticking out in two short pigtails on either side of her head. For a redhead, Willow had been unexpectedly freckle free so she'd carefully painted them on the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. Nothing outlandish, but visible enough to anyone who was only a yard or two away. Details like that mattered to Willow.
"We need pictures," she announced, looking around her bedroom for her camera. Catching sight of a neatly folded clump of white material at the foot of her bed, she poked at it curiously.
"No, no pictures," Willow mumbled, shifting nervously.
"Hmm..." Buffy looked at the material, back at Willow and refocused suspiciously on the white clump. Grabbing one corner, she picked it up. "What's this?"
"Oh, nothing," Willow said.
"Really?" Buffy asked, carefully unfolding the clump of material to reveal a white sheet with eye holes. "Spare costume?"
"Maybe," Willow mumbled, her sudden blush obscuring the freckles Buffy had spent so much time painting on her face.
"Nope," Buffy said decisively. "Xander warned me about this. Fortunately there is a cure for costumes that have come to life and wandered where they shouldn't," she announced. Going over to her desk, Buffy pulled out a bottle of holy water. "A little bit of this," she said, emptying half of the bottle on the sheet, "and it's all set." Shaking her head at Willow, she put the bottle away and wadded the sheet up into a wet ball before tossing it into her hamper. "Anything else?"
"After that, I'm not sure you deserve this," Willow said grumpily, grabbing her book bag from the bed.
"What'd you get me?" Buffy asked, eagerly bouncing on her toes.
"Thought this would be the perfect finishing touch," Willow said, pulling out a slim package wrapped in brown paper.
"What is it?" Buffy asked, before demanding, "Gimme!" Stifling a giggle at the way Willow cautiously approached her like a rabid tiger, Buffy took the small package. Ripping off the paper, Buffy gasped at the sight that met her eyes. Two curved, silver, razor sharp looking blades were joined together by a leather handle that seemed to be made just for her.
"It seemed very elf like," Willow explained. "I thought it would go with your costume."
"It does!" Buffy said, reluctantly putting it down to give Willow a hug. Picking it back up she rotated her wrist to get a feel for it. "What's it called?" she asked holding it up to her eyes to look at the writing on the blades.
"It's a haladie," Willow told her. "I borrowed it from Giles' secret collection in the library. I'll sneak it back tomorrow."
"Maybe he'll let me keep it?" Buffy whispered to herself, mesmerized at the way light reflected from the twin blades.
"What's Dawn going as?" Willow asked, following Buffy down the stairs.
"Some anime character," Buffy said with a shrug.
"Does it matter?" Buffy asked. "They all look the same. One of those girls in a sailor suit with the short skirts. Mom had a cow or two last year when Dawn wanted to go as Sailor something."
"Seifuku," Willow said.
"Huh?" Buffy stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked up at her friend.
"That's what they're called. It's a kind of school uniform, though the skirts aren't really that short in real life," Willow said.
"So, it's not just cheerleaders," Buffy said, winking at her friend. "It's the whole girls in short skirts thing."
Willow blushed. "Umm, maybe?" she muttered.
Buffy smirked at Willow's embarrassment. "Well, this year Mom made Dawn find a character that didn't wear one so short."
"Not sure, but she carries around a yo-yo," Buffy said shaking her head. "Dad bought her the costume last month when he took her school shopping in LA."
"Okay..." Willow frowned. "Doesn't sound familiar. Xander might know."
"So he joins you in your worship of short skirts?" Buffy asked, giggling.
"No!" Willow protested, trying not to blush. "Maybe?"
"Willow, Willow..." Buffy started saying in a sing-song voice before coming to an abrupt halt to avoid Dawn as she raced to answer the front door.
Too comfortable to move, Buffy lay there, flashes of memory of the night before running thru her mind. The Hellmouth had been a physically painful presence the entire time she'd been an elf.
She could feel Willow slowly running her fingers through her hair.
"What do you remember about last night," she asked.
"Everything," Buffy murmured. "All jumbled up in a pile. I think I might have insulted Angel. And Drusilla wouldn't stop screaming. Very strange."
She felt Willow sigh and then remove her hand.
"You?" Buffy asked.
"Bits and pieces," Willow said. "It was like I was there, but not really. I don't think Pippi was a normal girl."
"Nope," Buffy said. "Very precocious and innocent. Not a bad thing, except in a place like Sunnydale."
"You read them?" Willow asked, her voice going up in surprise.
"Used to read them to Dawn," Buffy admitted. "Ages ago."
"Willow?" Buffy asked, feeling fingers softly running up and down her ears. Suddenly, some parts of her felt so much warmer, like she was flushing all over.
"What are you doing?" she asked, repressing the urge to over-react as her heart suddenly sped up, her nipples hardened painfully, and her breathing deepened in response, knowing Willow would be horrified if she knew what her soft touch was doing to her.
"These costume ears look and feel very realistic," Willow said, continuing to touch them.
"You need to stop," Buffy gasped out.
"Why?" Willow asked curiously, even as she removed her hand.
Buffy opened her eyes and stared up at Willow. "Uh..." she mumbled, blushing and trying to think of a way to explain that wouldn't make things worse. "You remember how we agreed not to talk about certain subjects?"
"Oh, you mean the whole, you didn't want details about me and sex and I really didn't want to know about you and sex with guys? But all the mushy, romantic stuff that comes before that was okay?"
"Yes," Buffy said, rolling off of Willow's lap. Sitting up, she leaned against the headboard, next to Willow. "Romantic stuff is okay. Sex stuff, TMI even for best friends."
"I am a lesbian," Willow reminded her. "Future sex with women? Kind of a given."
"I don't have a problem with that," Buffy protested. "It's just not my thing."
"So the problem with the Halloween elf ears just now?"
"Um," Buffy blushed again. "That 'not my thing' thing?"
"The lesbian part or the sex with women part?" Willow asked, wrinkling her nose.
"There's a difference?" Buffy said, half jokingly. "Watch it!" she yelled, ducking Willow's swing.
"I know where you live, Slayer!" Willow said, giving Buffy a dose of resolve face.
"Put that away," Buffy said, pulling a pillow over her face as a shield.
"You haven't answered me," Willow told her. "What thing?"
"Sorry," Buffy mumbled. "The sex thing. If you hadn't stopped, that was really close to become a definite thing," she said, blushing again.
"And I missed it?" Willow said. "Darn," she added, before giggling. "How long have your ears been an erogenous zone?"
"A what zone?" Buffy asked.
"Erogenous," Willow repeated. "Basically means, if someone touches a certain place on your body you get turned on. Not everyone has exactly the same ones but there are a few common ones." She gestured at her chest.
"Oh!" Buffy nodded in understanding. "Me too," she said. "Ears? Never."
"Hmm..." Willow gazed at her thoughtfully. "Maybe they're just sensitive from the glue we used."
"Glue? This was like going from cold fish to burning down the house in less than a minute."
"Did you think up those metaphors yourself?" Willow asked, smirking at her.
"Would you rather I used the real words?" Buffy asked curiously. Speaking frankly about things like sex was frowned on when you had a much younger sister.
"Yes. Next time," Willow said bluntly, sliding off the bed. "Even if it embarrasses both of us. Now come over here so I can get those ears off," she said, pointing at the stool in front of her mirror.
"Yes, ma'am," Buffy said, jumping up from the bed and giving her a Benny Hillish salute before sitting back down, facing away from the mirror.
"Buffy?" Willow said softly. She'd spent ten agonizing minutes while her friend poked and prodded around her ears, causing the occasional spike of desire in the process. But they didn't feel any different.
"Those are your ears," she said.
"What?" Buffy reached up and tugged at them herself. As much as she rubbed them, noticing in the process that touching her own ears did not have the same effect as Willow touching them, there didn't seem to be any spot where the Spock ears could be removed. In fact, if she didn't know better, she wasn't wearing any costume ears. "Make them go away!"
"They're kind of cute," Willow said, reaching over and lightly touching the tips of her ears. "And delicate. Not at all Vulcan like."
"Willow!" Buffy yelped, jumping to her feet to get away from her fascinated friend.