Can We ... Can You ...
Fandom: Buffy
Canon Complinacy: Post "Chosen"
Character: Willow
Rating: G, femslash
Genre: Drama
Length: 2 x 100
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money.
Summary: For Willow, dreams may hold more allure than waking reality.
Originally posted at ubiquirk.
“Can we just skip it?”
I wake muddle headed with her voice echoing in my mind and her name on my lips. “Ta-” I stop myself in time.
Just as I stop myself from reaching for the shape I see resting beside me on its pillow, from tangling my fingers in the too-dark hair.
I stare at the ceiling for hours, watching the occasional play of lights chase each other from side to side as cars go by on this mostly deserted side road.
The room feels stiflingly hot, the night strangely silent for a bustling city like Rio.
~~~
My eyes don’t shut again until I feel the shifting of the bed beside me, and then it’s only to feign sleep.
There’s an early meeting with a local ‘friendly’ demon we’ve been paying for information. There won’t be time to touch me, to expect me to respond.
Upon the click of the bathroom door closing, I roll over onto my side, clutching pillow to chest, and allow my eyes to fall naturally closed.
The hissing of the shower fades as my consciousness merges with dreamscape.
She’s before me again, my golden goddess.
“Can you just be kissing me now?”
AN: First and last lines taken from “Entropy,” written by Drew Z. Greenberg.
I suppose I needed to get this out before Joss completely canon-shafts the idea that Willow isn’t happy with Kennedy.
Canon Complinacy: Post "Chosen"
Character: Willow
Rating: G, femslash
Genre: Drama
Length: 2 x 100
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money.
Summary: For Willow, dreams may hold more allure than waking reality.
Originally posted at ubiquirk.
“Can we just skip it?”
I wake muddle headed with her voice echoing in my mind and her name on my lips. “Ta-” I stop myself in time.
Just as I stop myself from reaching for the shape I see resting beside me on its pillow, from tangling my fingers in the too-dark hair.
I stare at the ceiling for hours, watching the occasional play of lights chase each other from side to side as cars go by on this mostly deserted side road.
The room feels stiflingly hot, the night strangely silent for a bustling city like Rio.
~~~
My eyes don’t shut again until I feel the shifting of the bed beside me, and then it’s only to feign sleep.
There’s an early meeting with a local ‘friendly’ demon we’ve been paying for information. There won’t be time to touch me, to expect me to respond.
Upon the click of the bathroom door closing, I roll over onto my side, clutching pillow to chest, and allow my eyes to fall naturally closed.
The hissing of the shower fades as my consciousness merges with dreamscape.
She’s before me again, my golden goddess.
“Can you just be kissing me now?”
AN: First and last lines taken from “Entropy,” written by Drew Z. Greenberg.
I suppose I needed to get this out before Joss completely canon-shafts the idea that Willow isn’t happy with Kennedy.