TITLE: Take Me: Take Two 7-b/?
TITLE: Take Me: Take Two 7-b/?
RATING: FRT
PAIRINGS: Veruca/Willow this chapter. Don’t worry workin on a Giles/Anya chapter as you read this J
SUMMARY: This takes place during the episode sort of around Wild at Heart. I’ve taken some liberties with what Veruca is so that this works for me.
A/N: This has been edited and changed from what I posted before. Thanks to janedavitt for the beta.
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Willow’s whole body felt like it was humming. She was still so wound up from shifting that she couldn’t make herself get up to dress. “You could’ve warned me. You didn’t say anything about telepathy. That was more like science fiction than magic, and the transformation, too. We just had our molecules scrambled and rearranged alien style without the help of Mr. Scott!”
Veruca took Willow’s hand. “Wow,” she said, “You’re really shaking, I guess this means you should get dressed, Yoeman Yeoman Rand.” Willow felt herself turn red, but Veruca’s smile seemed to say she wasn’t really laughing at her nerdiness. “You got the hang of it really quick, Willow. You have a lot of power; the telepathy thing was all yours.”
“This was a big spell and it was fun. I mean, I’ve done big spells before, but mostly for other people. Like Buffy,” Willow said.
Veruca laughed. “About time you did something for you then. Right?”
“I got to be honest here. 'Cause I’m honest most places. The people I’m with all the time. The ones you called my entourage. They aren’t really my friends.”
“What? They’re like lame friends-in-laws and you hang together and let them use you because of Oz? He should treat you better, Will.”
“No! I don’t mean they aren’t my friends! They are my friends; my really good best friends!” Willow babbled, because she felt like she’d denied the Scoobies or something.
“That isn’t what it sounds like to me.”
“I’m just - I’m not so much entourage having; as entourage being. I’m just the sidekick.” That last part had to be choked past a knot in her throat. Veruca had been so passionate about defending her. She’d shortened her name like they’d known each other a long time. Like whoever Will was, was important to her.
“Will, honey, I’m good at sniffing out what people are. You are a lot of things, but you’re no sidekick.”
Veruca’s voice had gone soft and her tongue licked at her full mouth when she said ‘sidekick.’ There was no mistaking it for anything but an invitation to kiss. Willow crossed her arms over her breasts, suddenly very aware that they were both naked. The futon that they sat on suddenly seemed to become a lot more bed-like. “I’m really hot,” Willow said. “ Cold! I mean cold! I think you should get dressed!”
Veruca laughed, handed Willow her clothes, and showed her the bathroom. “For the record, I think you had it right the first time.” Veruca kissed her, the kiss hard and fearless, and Willow thought her molecules might rearrange themselves again just from the heat of it. “You are so hot, Will,” Veruca growled into her ear.
“Wait. This isn’t me, the fluke with Xander was a fluke. And - and with Xander. You don’t know me. I don’t do this!” Willow protested, pulling away and trying to gather her rumpled clothing.
“All right. Get dressed and go.”
Willow hated the way Veruca snapped the words out, like a hurt defensive animal. What else could she do but awkwardly fumble into her clothes and leave? Moments before, she’d been a wolf; certain, graceful and strong. Now she was Willow again; whoever that was.
“I’m sorry,” Willow said to the apartment door when it had closed behind her. “I just need to think this over.” She didn’t know if she could be the sexy, powerful person Veruca thought she was, but Willow was very tempted to try.
In her mind, Willow heard, “You know where to find me when you hear the call of the wild again.”
It wasn’t until she was in the dorm room she shared with Buffy that she realized that she’d forgotten to let Oz out of his cage.
RATING: FRT
PAIRINGS: Veruca/Willow this chapter. Don’t worry workin on a Giles/Anya chapter as you read this J
SUMMARY: This takes place during the episode sort of around Wild at Heart. I’ve taken some liberties with what Veruca is so that this works for me.
A/N: This has been edited and changed from what I posted before. Thanks to janedavitt for the beta.
***
Willow’s whole body felt like it was humming. She was still so wound up from shifting that she couldn’t make herself get up to dress. “You could’ve warned me. You didn’t say anything about telepathy. That was more like science fiction than magic, and the transformation, too. We just had our molecules scrambled and rearranged alien style without the help of Mr. Scott!”
Veruca took Willow’s hand. “Wow,” she said, “You’re really shaking, I guess this means you should get dressed, Yoeman Yeoman Rand.” Willow felt herself turn red, but Veruca’s smile seemed to say she wasn’t really laughing at her nerdiness. “You got the hang of it really quick, Willow. You have a lot of power; the telepathy thing was all yours.”
“This was a big spell and it was fun. I mean, I’ve done big spells before, but mostly for other people. Like Buffy,” Willow said.
Veruca laughed. “About time you did something for you then. Right?”
“I got to be honest here. 'Cause I’m honest most places. The people I’m with all the time. The ones you called my entourage. They aren’t really my friends.”
“What? They’re like lame friends-in-laws and you hang together and let them use you because of Oz? He should treat you better, Will.”
“No! I don’t mean they aren’t my friends! They are my friends; my really good best friends!” Willow babbled, because she felt like she’d denied the Scoobies or something.
“That isn’t what it sounds like to me.”
“I’m just - I’m not so much entourage having; as entourage being. I’m just the sidekick.” That last part had to be choked past a knot in her throat. Veruca had been so passionate about defending her. She’d shortened her name like they’d known each other a long time. Like whoever Will was, was important to her.
“Will, honey, I’m good at sniffing out what people are. You are a lot of things, but you’re no sidekick.”
Veruca’s voice had gone soft and her tongue licked at her full mouth when she said ‘sidekick.’ There was no mistaking it for anything but an invitation to kiss. Willow crossed her arms over her breasts, suddenly very aware that they were both naked. The futon that they sat on suddenly seemed to become a lot more bed-like. “I’m really hot,” Willow said. “ Cold! I mean cold! I think you should get dressed!”
Veruca laughed, handed Willow her clothes, and showed her the bathroom. “For the record, I think you had it right the first time.” Veruca kissed her, the kiss hard and fearless, and Willow thought her molecules might rearrange themselves again just from the heat of it. “You are so hot, Will,” Veruca growled into her ear.
“Wait. This isn’t me, the fluke with Xander was a fluke. And - and with Xander. You don’t know me. I don’t do this!” Willow protested, pulling away and trying to gather her rumpled clothing.
“All right. Get dressed and go.”
Willow hated the way Veruca snapped the words out, like a hurt defensive animal. What else could she do but awkwardly fumble into her clothes and leave? Moments before, she’d been a wolf; certain, graceful and strong. Now she was Willow again; whoever that was.
“I’m sorry,” Willow said to the apartment door when it had closed behind her. “I just need to think this over.” She didn’t know if she could be the sexy, powerful person Veruca thought she was, but Willow was very tempted to try.
In her mind, Willow heard, “You know where to find me when you hear the call of the wild again.”
It wasn’t until she was in the dorm room she shared with Buffy that she realized that she’d forgotten to let Oz out of his cage.