"Something That Lasts" - Buffy/Willow - PG-13
Title: Something That Lasts
Author: guardian_erin
Rating: PG-13
Prompts: Hot Seat for tamingthemuse, Something That Lasts for 15pairings
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, and can sue me, and is awesome for choosing not to.
Summary: Willow and Tara have been separated for a while, and the Buffybot was built for different purposes.
Find her. Find the witch. She kept for objective in mind as soon as she entered the house. She was on a serious mission. Time was of the essence. It was essential. Essentially, her mission was very important. Very important. She couldn't afford to be distracted by any-
"Ooh!" she exclaimed, grabbing a shiny whatchamacallit and examining it's many glittery facets. What was she doing? Oh, right, she was looking for something. Or maybe she was looking for someone. She looked at the shiny thing in her hands and smiled. Maybe she'd already found it.
"I should keep looking," she decided, putting the shiny thing back in a place where she would see it again, in case she remembered exactly what she had been looking for.
No more shiny objects distracted her on the way upstairs. She opened several of the doors, finding the bathroom, a closet, and then someone's bedroom. She entered the room in awe and found a switch so she could see. Beautiful paintings of women were hung on the walls, and the room smelled of roses.
"What a gorgeous room!"
She opened one of the dresser drawers, wondering if she would find whatever-it-was in there, but only saw pretty shirts. A glint of something silver caught her attention and she quickly abandoned what she was doing in favor of finding it.
Her short attention span led her to a small diary that had a lock attached to it, but it wasn't latched shut.
"That isn't safe," she said aloud, sitting down on the bed and setting the diary in her lap. "Someone might try to read this. Privacy is important."
She flipped open the diary and searched for the last entry, then began to scan the page.
Dear diary,
Today was a horrible dream. I haven't written for a while, and I lot of really bad things have happened. Buffy's been really depressed since she returned and not herself, and I guess while we were all trying to focus on that, somehow I let Tara slip out of my priorities. I never should have let her feel neglected! I always wanted to be there for her. She told me that the magic was getting to be too much, but I didn't believe her. I didn't even want to admit that I was addicted until I hit rock bottom. I never want to be there again. I never so horrible in my life. I wanted to die. What made it even worse was when Tara walked away from me. I don't know what I would have done if Buffy had done the same. She's been so supportive of me. I really love her. I've gotten better - I haven't used magic in two months! But I tried to speak to Tara and she wouldn't see me. Today Xander said he spoke with her and she said that she was glad for me, but she wasn't coming back. I don't understand. I thought we really connected-
"Buffy? What are you doing in here?"
She jumped upright, and the diary fell onto the floor. "Hi, Willow," she greeted with a wave and a big smile. "I was just reading your diary."
"What?" Willow blinked and walked over to her diary, picking it up. The last time she'd touched it was weeks ago. "Why were you reading it?"
"It wasn't locked," she pointed out.
"Well, no," Willow frowned, closing the diary and leaning over to shove it underneath her pillows. "I don't lock it because I, I lost the keys a while ago."
"I thought it was very well written," she added cheerfully. "It had a lot of voice."
Willow frowned at her friend. "Thank you," she said slowly. "Were you looking for something?"
"I think I found it," was the cryptic reply. Willow was still frowning, and then her friend suddenly rushed forward and gave her a kiss. The action was so unexpected and done so boldly that Willow stood completely stunned for a second, like a rabbit in headlights.
"Buffy," Willow finally squeaked, and coughed, wiping her lips timidly, as if she wasn't sure what had just happened. "Buffy, what was that?"
"That was a kiss, Willow."
"I-I know. What I meant was, why did you kiss me?"
"Because we love each other," she explained. "Because you love me, and I love you, too. You said so in your diary. And I-" she smiled again, "I support you. Forget about Tara."
"Buffy," Willow said again, and then ran out of things to say.
"Forget about Tara," she said again. "You only need me. We can be gay together."
Willow squeaked again when Buffy started kissing her face. "Buffy… I know you've had it rough, but I didn't think you were serious about the whole swearing off guys thing."
"I was. I am. No guys, ever. Guys suck."
"Fair enough," Willow agreed, letting Buffy kiss her.
"We should confirm our love for another," she suggested, pushing Willow onto the bed.
"Right now?"
"Right here, right now. I just want you."
Willow shivered as her friend purred seductively and crawled onto her lap. Blonde hair fell everywhere when Buffy stripped off her shirt, brushing the top of her breasts. A black push-up bra kept her cleavage together and Willow nearly moaned realizing that the luscious skin was finally going to be hers. She couldn't imagine how any man could take a goddess like Buffy for granted, but was ever so thankful for a switch onto her team.
"Wait," Willow gasped when Buffy went for her bra. "I…. As great as this is… and it is… I-I just need to know that this is real. Something that will last. You know?"
Buffy stopped in pure confusion and then put her hands down. "This is real. I am real. I'm Buff-" she suddenly collapsed onto the floor and Wilow could have sworn she saw an arm tear off. The witch bolted up right, staring down at smoldering wires and then noticed a throwing blade stuck into her bedroom wall. Wide-eyed, Willow turned to see the true slayer standing in her doorway.
"Buffy?" Willow wondered, confused and suddenly very freaked. She drew up her feet and scooted to the other end of her bed, away from both Buffys.
"It's okay now, Will," the new Buffy said, entering the room and carefully glaring at the robot on the floor as it began to stand up again.
"That really hurt," the robot complained, ripping off her dangling arm with her good one.
"Oh Goddess!" Willow exclaimed, staring at a stump of fried wiring and metal.
"This will take a lot to repair," the robot said to Buffy.
"Who built you?" Buffy demanded to know, ready to put the intruder in the hot seat. She tried not to let herself be disgusted by the shoddy attempt someone had made at making the glorified toaster oven look like her.
"I'm not programmed to disclose that information," the Buffybot frowned, truly troubled by not being able to tell her.
"Where's your off switch, then?"
"If you mean how would one power down my system, then there's a panel located-"
Buffy slammed her fist into the robot's stomach and pulled out a bunch of wiring, and the robot collapsed again. "Guess that'll do."
"She could have told us some information," Willow finally said. She didn't let herself look at Buffy. "Even led us back to wherever she came from."
"Are you okay, Wils?"
Willow kept her mouth closed. Everything was fine, except for their friendship. Now that the real Buffy had showed up, it was obvious that the replica hadn't been anything close to her. The scent, for instance. Buffy smelled sweet, like thyme.
"What did she do to you?" Buffy wondered, already knowing the answer from looking down at the frozen bot that was half undressed, and the way Willow sat on her bed, not frightened, but disappointed.
"Nothing," Willow answered quietly, and felt like laughing. "Absolutely nothing. You saved me, once again."
"I did," Buffy agreed, with a sound of revelation in her voice, and pride of a job well done. She went towards the door, but instead of leaving, she shut it. "I guess that makes me a hero."
"Yeah, it makes you a hero," Willow agreed, looking down at her knees. "You're always a hero. You're hero-y."
Buffy smiled and went to her friend, sitting down on the bed and making it bounce. "You know what they say about heroes."
"No," Willow answered, slightly curious. "What?"
"They always get the girl," Buffy smirked, leaning in and giving Willow a kiss.
Author: guardian_erin
Rating: PG-13
Prompts: Hot Seat for tamingthemuse, Something That Lasts for 15pairings
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, and can sue me, and is awesome for choosing not to.
Summary: Willow and Tara have been separated for a while, and the Buffybot was built for different purposes.
Find her. Find the witch. She kept for objective in mind as soon as she entered the house. She was on a serious mission. Time was of the essence. It was essential. Essentially, her mission was very important. Very important. She couldn't afford to be distracted by any-
"Ooh!" she exclaimed, grabbing a shiny whatchamacallit and examining it's many glittery facets. What was she doing? Oh, right, she was looking for something. Or maybe she was looking for someone. She looked at the shiny thing in her hands and smiled. Maybe she'd already found it.
"I should keep looking," she decided, putting the shiny thing back in a place where she would see it again, in case she remembered exactly what she had been looking for.
No more shiny objects distracted her on the way upstairs. She opened several of the doors, finding the bathroom, a closet, and then someone's bedroom. She entered the room in awe and found a switch so she could see. Beautiful paintings of women were hung on the walls, and the room smelled of roses.
"What a gorgeous room!"
She opened one of the dresser drawers, wondering if she would find whatever-it-was in there, but only saw pretty shirts. A glint of something silver caught her attention and she quickly abandoned what she was doing in favor of finding it.
Her short attention span led her to a small diary that had a lock attached to it, but it wasn't latched shut.
"That isn't safe," she said aloud, sitting down on the bed and setting the diary in her lap. "Someone might try to read this. Privacy is important."
She flipped open the diary and searched for the last entry, then began to scan the page.
Dear diary,
Today was a horrible dream. I haven't written for a while, and I lot of really bad things have happened. Buffy's been really depressed since she returned and not herself, and I guess while we were all trying to focus on that, somehow I let Tara slip out of my priorities. I never should have let her feel neglected! I always wanted to be there for her. She told me that the magic was getting to be too much, but I didn't believe her. I didn't even want to admit that I was addicted until I hit rock bottom. I never want to be there again. I never so horrible in my life. I wanted to die. What made it even worse was when Tara walked away from me. I don't know what I would have done if Buffy had done the same. She's been so supportive of me. I really love her. I've gotten better - I haven't used magic in two months! But I tried to speak to Tara and she wouldn't see me. Today Xander said he spoke with her and she said that she was glad for me, but she wasn't coming back. I don't understand. I thought we really connected-
"Buffy? What are you doing in here?"
She jumped upright, and the diary fell onto the floor. "Hi, Willow," she greeted with a wave and a big smile. "I was just reading your diary."
"What?" Willow blinked and walked over to her diary, picking it up. The last time she'd touched it was weeks ago. "Why were you reading it?"
"It wasn't locked," she pointed out.
"Well, no," Willow frowned, closing the diary and leaning over to shove it underneath her pillows. "I don't lock it because I, I lost the keys a while ago."
"I thought it was very well written," she added cheerfully. "It had a lot of voice."
Willow frowned at her friend. "Thank you," she said slowly. "Were you looking for something?"
"I think I found it," was the cryptic reply. Willow was still frowning, and then her friend suddenly rushed forward and gave her a kiss. The action was so unexpected and done so boldly that Willow stood completely stunned for a second, like a rabbit in headlights.
"Buffy," Willow finally squeaked, and coughed, wiping her lips timidly, as if she wasn't sure what had just happened. "Buffy, what was that?"
"That was a kiss, Willow."
"I-I know. What I meant was, why did you kiss me?"
"Because we love each other," she explained. "Because you love me, and I love you, too. You said so in your diary. And I-" she smiled again, "I support you. Forget about Tara."
"Buffy," Willow said again, and then ran out of things to say.
"Forget about Tara," she said again. "You only need me. We can be gay together."
Willow squeaked again when Buffy started kissing her face. "Buffy… I know you've had it rough, but I didn't think you were serious about the whole swearing off guys thing."
"I was. I am. No guys, ever. Guys suck."
"Fair enough," Willow agreed, letting Buffy kiss her.
"We should confirm our love for another," she suggested, pushing Willow onto the bed.
"Right now?"
"Right here, right now. I just want you."
Willow shivered as her friend purred seductively and crawled onto her lap. Blonde hair fell everywhere when Buffy stripped off her shirt, brushing the top of her breasts. A black push-up bra kept her cleavage together and Willow nearly moaned realizing that the luscious skin was finally going to be hers. She couldn't imagine how any man could take a goddess like Buffy for granted, but was ever so thankful for a switch onto her team.
"Wait," Willow gasped when Buffy went for her bra. "I…. As great as this is… and it is… I-I just need to know that this is real. Something that will last. You know?"
Buffy stopped in pure confusion and then put her hands down. "This is real. I am real. I'm Buff-" she suddenly collapsed onto the floor and Wilow could have sworn she saw an arm tear off. The witch bolted up right, staring down at smoldering wires and then noticed a throwing blade stuck into her bedroom wall. Wide-eyed, Willow turned to see the true slayer standing in her doorway.
"Buffy?" Willow wondered, confused and suddenly very freaked. She drew up her feet and scooted to the other end of her bed, away from both Buffys.
"It's okay now, Will," the new Buffy said, entering the room and carefully glaring at the robot on the floor as it began to stand up again.
"That really hurt," the robot complained, ripping off her dangling arm with her good one.
"Oh Goddess!" Willow exclaimed, staring at a stump of fried wiring and metal.
"This will take a lot to repair," the robot said to Buffy.
"Who built you?" Buffy demanded to know, ready to put the intruder in the hot seat. She tried not to let herself be disgusted by the shoddy attempt someone had made at making the glorified toaster oven look like her.
"I'm not programmed to disclose that information," the Buffybot frowned, truly troubled by not being able to tell her.
"Where's your off switch, then?"
"If you mean how would one power down my system, then there's a panel located-"
Buffy slammed her fist into the robot's stomach and pulled out a bunch of wiring, and the robot collapsed again. "Guess that'll do."
"She could have told us some information," Willow finally said. She didn't let herself look at Buffy. "Even led us back to wherever she came from."
"Are you okay, Wils?"
Willow kept her mouth closed. Everything was fine, except for their friendship. Now that the real Buffy had showed up, it was obvious that the replica hadn't been anything close to her. The scent, for instance. Buffy smelled sweet, like thyme.
"What did she do to you?" Buffy wondered, already knowing the answer from looking down at the frozen bot that was half undressed, and the way Willow sat on her bed, not frightened, but disappointed.
"Nothing," Willow answered quietly, and felt like laughing. "Absolutely nothing. You saved me, once again."
"I did," Buffy agreed, with a sound of revelation in her voice, and pride of a job well done. She went towards the door, but instead of leaving, she shut it. "I guess that makes me a hero."
"Yeah, it makes you a hero," Willow agreed, looking down at her knees. "You're always a hero. You're hero-y."
Buffy smiled and went to her friend, sitting down on the bed and making it bounce. "You know what they say about heroes."
"No," Willow answered, slightly curious. "What?"
"They always get the girl," Buffy smirked, leaning in and giving Willow a kiss.