Children of the Earth by WillowX

Rating: NC-17
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Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Summary: Changes the events of Wrecked and sends our heroines into a whirlwind of adventure, love, and destiny..

Her hands are on my breasts, gently molding them, squeezing them. I can feel my nipples harden instantly, she liked that, she likes the way my body reacts to hers. She leans down and licks my left nipple. One long languish lick. Just enough tongue contact to make me hot and bothered but not nearly enough to satiate my need. Oh yeah…she's a teaser. I can feel the warmth of my desire spreading between my legs and…

Oh My God...DAWN! I was awoken instantly from my very erotic, very interesting, and, unfortunately, very short dream. I sat up with a bolt completely forgetting about the slumbering Wicca that was laying on my chest. Ever seen a Witch fly? Neither had I...until today that is! Willow fell clear off the bed with a huge thump.

"Oh my God Will!!! Are you ok?" She's still half asleep, mindlessly rubbing her head. I really don't know why….she fell on her ass…I saw it!! Slayer eyes never lie.

"What happened Buffy? Did you hiccup or something and blow the whole house down?" She managed to get out in a groggy confused voice.

"COMING DAWN!!!" I walk over to Willow to help her get up. Extending both hands out to her she gladly accepts. As I lift her to her feet she notes "This is not how I expected to wake up today."

"Believe me Wills, I too had other plans for this morning." I pull her in closer and gently kiss her lips. Oh I love it. This is my new favorite thing. Willow Kissing.

"We'll make up for it later Will. Right now I have to take care of Dawn." She nods her head in agreement.

I smile at her. I really don't want to leave and that finger on my mouth was a huge temptation. But alas, Little Miss Vocal Chords is giving me another serenade.

When I walk into Dawn's room she looks upset and disoriented. "What is it Dawn? What happened?"

"WHERE… WERE… YOU?" Oh God. Not this crap again. She's using that freaky head spinning demon possessed voice she likes to use when she is trying to sound mad. I don't know which is worse...that voice or her trademark "Get out Get out GETOUT" shriek. I have a feeling I'm in for a healthy dose of bitchin.

"I went looking for you in your room Buffy and you weren't there, where were you?"

"I slept in Willow's room. We were talking late last night and I fell asleep there. What's with the 20 questions? Where'd you think I was?"

"Don't act so offended. It's not like you're ever here anyways." Patience…remember Buffy, patience is a virtue. It's only 7:30 A.M. and Dawn is making me so crazy I'm already referring to myself in the third person.

"Ok… whatever Dawn. It's really too early right now. Why were you looking for me?"

"You didn't wake me for school. Now it's too late. Also, I'm hungry." Ok… give her some slack Buffy. Breathe in. Breathe out. Her arm is in a sling. She probably had a bad night.

"Ok. I'll go make you breakfast. And get dressed… it's not that late. I'll call Xander, maybe he can drive you before he goes to work."

"Whatever." Serenity now… serenity now… serenity now. I saw this on a Seinfeld episode once. I hope it works. Serenity Now…

By the time I got dressed and got downstairs Willow had already started breakfast. She was still in her cute jammies though and she looked exhausted. The sunlight coming in through the kitchen window was bright, making her eyes squint. She was weakly standing OVER the stove, making Dawn's favorite… pancakes. I sneak up behind her using my stealthy Slayer moves and slowly wrap both my arms around her waist, bringing her close to me, burrowing my face in her hair. My breasts are pressing against her back and the smell of her hair is bringing back memories from last night's kiss that are making my skin burn.

"Good morning beautiful." I whisper huskily in her ear "How's your head….or actually… your ass?" I can't see her but I know she's smiling. How do I know you ask? Don't know…. I just do. I can feel her smile.

"Did I ever mention the Super Slayer Hormones? Cause…hey… I got them!" I start nuzzling my nose against the back of her neck. God she smells great. Her neck is warm and soft, and her hair is making my nose twitch in a very Bewitched sort of way.

"Mmmmm… Buffy…not now I can hear Dawn coming down the stairs already." I give her neck one last kiss and pull away. She is right after all. This is all Dawn needs now, to come down stairs and find her sister having hot lesbian love on the kitchen counter. Hey…note to self…hot lesbian love on the kitchen counter equals one hell of a good idea!!

Two seconds later sleeping beauty appears. I love her. I really do, from the bottom of my heart. It's just that she must be going through the terrible teens or puberpause or something cause boy… she's really starting to get on my nerves and I was DEAD for three months! I know that I'm a poor substitute for Mom, but, jeez you'd think she'd try to help me out. These last months have been hard on the both of us. I know I have to be patient. I know I have to be understanding and caring. But showing patience, understanding, and caring…it's all a two way street!!

"Good morning Dawnie. I'm making your favorite… pancakes." Willow said this with such a smile. She's really weak, I can tell and that smile took a lot of effort to look genuine. She didn't have to make Dawn breakfast in the first place. Will was really trying hard. That's why what happened next pissed me off soooo much!

"I don't like YOUR pancakes. I only like TARA'S pancakes. But she's not here, is she?" THAT'S IT. This bitch is going down. She can step all over me all she wants, but she is NOT laying a finger on my Willow.

"DAWN. I need to see you in the living room right NOW." She spanned indignantly on one foot and turned in the direction of the living room stomping off with her head held high. I started to follow her when Willow grabbed my arm gently and held me back.

"No Will. It's not ok. It's not ok for her to disrespect you or me. She has to learn how to behave."

When I walk into the living room she is sitting on the sofa with her arms and legs crossed. Her posture is that of defiance and she is staring me straight in the face. Is she thinking of staring ME down??? She has obviously never seen "The Slayer Stare" before!

"Listen up little girl cause I'm only gonna say this once. Starting today things are going to change in this house. You want me to be around more? You want me to take care of you? Well then you're going have to start putting forth effort on your part as well. What happened last night was unfortunate. It should've never happened. But it was a mistake and, you know what Dawn? We all make mistakes. You, me, Willow, Xander, Anya…all of us, we all make mistakes. I know you're mad, but I am not going to allow you to treat Willow with such disrespect, especially not after she has apologized profusely for her mistake. Willow has put her life, and the lives of the people she holds dear, on the line for you in the past. Remember Dawn…when I died it was Willow who took it upon herself to take care of you. Willow! She didn't have to do this Dawn. This was not her responsibility. YOU were not her responsibility. She did it because she loved you. The very least you OWE her is respect. If you want us to stop treating you like a child, you're going to have to stop acting like one." Dawn's facial expressions progressed steadily throughout my powerful mom speech. They went from indignant defiance, to shock and surprise, and finally shame and embarrassment. Wuuu Huuu… I got her!! I might actually be good at this mom crap after all.

"It's not me you have to apologize to Dawn." She stopped talking and looked down shamefully. Maybe I was too rough. I sit next to her taking her free hand into mine.

"This is really hard for me too Dawn. I still need Mom too! More than you can imagine. But she's gone and I can't be her for you. The only person I can be for you is Buffy. We will never survive if we don't help each other. We need to be a team. The Summer's Team. Dawn…. Please help me. Please!!" Tears start streaming down her face now. I think she understood what I was trying to say.

She got up and began walking in the direction of the kitchen. Half way to the hall she stopped and turned "Are you coming?"

"In a minute, I have to make a phone call….and Dawn? Take advantage of the time I'm not gonna be there." She smiled knowingly and continued walking.

Once Dawn was out of sight I get up and tiptoe up the stairs to my room. I just can't stop thinking about what happened yesterday with Rack and I won't accept Willow's defeated surrender of magic as the solution. With Willow and Dawn preoccupied, now would be a good time to call Giles.

I'm hesitant about whether to call him or not. He's only been gone a few weeks and already everything's gone to hell in a hand basket. I don't know what made him think I could ever do this on my own in the first place. If I call him he's going to know that I've failed. On the other hand if I don't call him Willow might continue to suffer unnecessarily. Last night she could hardly breathe. Today she can hardly move. The answer is obvious; I can't possibly choose my pride over Willow's well being. If only I could find his damned number… I remember he gave it to me a few weeks ago before he left but I was so mad I just threw it on some old Sunnydale High library books I never got a chance to return. Ha…well that brought a naughty smile to my face! Oh…found it!

"Rupert Giles here." He sounds….what's the word I'm looking for? Bored! Yep that's it….bored!!

"It's so nice to hear from you Buffy. For a while I feared you'd never speak to me again." His voice sounded sincere enough and I do miss him … but….. still mad here!!!! Let's not confuse necessity with loss of anger.

"Well… it was originally part of the plan, but something has come up and I didn't know who else to turn to."

"Dawn is ok now, although she wasn't yesterday. It's Willow, Giles. She's lost control of her magic. She had been going to a Sorcerer behind my back that specializes in black magic. His name is Rack. I haven't met him but I'm sure he's the type of guy that deserves a good ass kicking ala Buffy style. Anyways… yesterday something happened….I don't know what really…but now she's all tapped out. She can't stop from using magic. She is so at a loss that she's going to attempt to give up all together."

"I can't say I'm surprised Buffy. I saw this coming. I warned her of this when she performed your resurrection spell. That was careless. Unfortunately you are very much aware of the dire consequences her reckless actions brought on. Perhaps the best thing for her IS to give it up completely."

"I will not accept that answer. What's unfortunate is that she's had to learn everything on her own, the hard way, from her mistakes. Witches don't get Watchers, Giles. I had you and look at all the mistakes I made. Willow is powerful, more powerful than any other Witch we've ever encountered. But her heart is in the right place. She wants to help. She always has." I can tell this got him thinking.

"Very well. You might have a point. I want to research some things first. I'll call you next week when I have a better idea of you're options."

"Thank you Giles. Let's not mention this conversation to Willow until we have some answers. I don't want her getting her hopes up and I prefer that she lay off the abra cadabra for a while."

By the time I got back downstairs to the kitchen Xander had already arrived and was helping himself to Willow's first batch of pancakes.

"Hey Xand. Thanks for coming on such short notice. We sort of had a late start today." Willow shoots me an awkward look and I smile internally. I love making her nervous and I seem to be getting really really good at it too. Out of the corner of my eye I catch Dawn watching our exchange. Opps! The puzzled look on her face quickly dissipates. Nothing happened but… Opps.

"No problem. There's nothing I wouldn't do for my women. Plus fluffy fruity syrupy goodness. What can beat that?"

"Well…. Maybe you should cut down on the fluffy fruity syrupy goodness if you want to fit into your wedding tux." I couldn't believe Willow actually told him that. He paused in mid chew when Willow finished her sentence.

"FAT??? No no that is definitely not what I meant. I was just concerned that maybe you know you had already bought the tux a certain size or were planning on buying it a certain size and then might not fit into that size when the day came on account of the additional *normal* weight. You are still very very attractive…not that I find you attractive…well not anymore at least, but you know that before was a different story …but... Hello??? Gay now." All of this came out in one long breathe.

"She called me fat didn't she Buffy?" He asked completely ignoring Willow's longwinded response.

"Judging by the response time, speed, and intricacy of her babble I'd say… Yes!! Definitely Yes!"

"Ugghh… I'm tired I'm going up to take a bath." Ohhhhhhh Willow in a bath. I literally felt my heart jump. I think my hair might've stood on end too. I'm thinking maybe I'll wait till she's in there and then sneak in…NAKED!! Yeah that sounds hot. What the hell is wrong with me today? I don't remember being this horny ever. EVER!

But alas… almost as if she was listening to my thoughts, she quickly quashed all my plans.

"Buffy, don't forget you have a meeting today about Dawn at the Department of Social Services. Don't be late." Damnit. I look at her and she has a small devilish smile on her face. Am I that transparent? Did she actually know what I was thinking?

It all started simple enough. Our club had three main objectives: to obtain (1) money (2) power, and (3) girls. Sounds simple right? Innocent? Maybe even stupid? Yet, four months and several felonies later, here we sit in a musty and dark basement arming our latest weapon. A weapon? I sure as hell didn't sign up for this! How did I get mixed up with these dorks in the first place?

"There. It should work now. The Laser will make anyone it hits invisible." Warren said pleased with himself after carefully placing the newly stolen diamond in the laser.

Warren picks up the laser gun with both hands and points it at a nearby chair. With one flip of the switch a bright stream of light shoots out of the end of the gun directly hitting the chair. Two seconds later the chair is gone. Warren chuckles impressed at his own intellect. "Ha ha………. I told you guys it would work."

"We don't know if it worked. You could have disintegrated the chair for all we know." I say disbelievingly. He's not pointing that thing at me that's for sure. I slowly start walking in the direction of where the chair was last seen, extending my arms in front of me in search of it. Just then, I feel it….the pain shot up through my leg like electricity. I jerk my body forward and grab my knee in agony. "Ouch!! Ouch!!! Ohhhh Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Did you bang your leg all mighty disbelieving one?" Warren asked sarcastically. I look up at him and grunt. Doesn't sound like much but it was all I could get out at the time.

"Cool. It worked!" Andrew looked and sounded alarmed at the success of our experiment. I've known Andrew for a while now and have learned to interpret his emotions by the sound of his voice. He's scared shitless!!

"Well gentlemen, we are officially the proud owners of the world's only Invisibility Gun. Now let's take this puppy out for a spin, follow me boys." Warren took the lead totting the laser gun wrapped in a sheet under his left arm. Andrew hesitated briefly but followed.

This was one of those moments. The point in your life when you're faced with two paths to choose from, one of those instances where your conscience is supposed to jump up and bite you in the ass. Apparently my conscience was asleep or perhaps like Andrew's, scared shitless of upsetting Warren.

Like a meager sheep following the rest of the herd, I too emptied out of the basement.

Today is the best day EVER!!! The sun is shining the birds are chirping …. This is the best walk to town I've had in ages. I don't remember the last time I've felt this good, maybe not since senior year in high school. In less than 24 hours my life has done a complete 360 degree turn. Can you imagine how mind blowing it is to have your worst nightmare and your best fantasy come true all in the same day? I read somewhere once that life was just a handful of really important days that changed the course of your existence. If this is true then yesterday was one of those days.

It started out horrible enough… trying to get the smell of Spike out of my hair, progressing in a downward mobility with the near death of my sister at the hands of my best friend's recklessness, and culminating with an angry "Let's See Who Can Scream the Loudest" match. Yeah…badness was running a muck. But like they always say "it's always darkest before the dawn". All those bent up angry emotions spilling out gave way for my other feelings to finally come out…no pun intended.

I finally did it. I finally told her I loved her. The moment the words came out of my mouth I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. Like I had been holding this secrete so long it had begun to weigh heavy on my soul. Keeping it inside was affecting my ability to feel …my happiness … my life. Today I'm finally alive. I'M ALIVE.

I hadn't noticed how much denying my feelings for her had been controlling me. Once I told her the truth my entire body relaxed. I felt the tensions from living a lie melt away. The calm was so overwhelming that I actually fell asleep, completely, for the first time since I became the Slayer. I don't know what it was exactly, but I'll beat Mr. Pointy that having Willow snuggled in my arms was the largest contributing factor. God I love her so much.

I'm so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice that I arrived at my final destination ::dum dum dum dramatic music:: The Department of Social Services. Well…here goes nothing.

The door slams as Andrew finally exits the van. Warren is carrying the invisibility laser. I take a quick look around us to observe the town. It's a bright and sunny day. All the passer by's look happy. The traffic on the street is down to a minimum. Sunnydale is at peace for the first time that I can remember. And here we are about to end that peace.

"Ok. First I'm going to turn you invisible Andrew." Warren said and then proceeded to go over the plan. "Once you've entered the bank, locate the Bank Manager and shadow him until he enters the vault."

"Because we flipped a coin, remember?" I respond. Jeez…it was his idea to flip the coin you'd think he'd remember.

"Yeah… and I won, which means I should get to choose who goes first and I choose Warren."

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see her. The Slayer! She is walking out of a nearby building.

Warren drops the laser and ducks behind a nearby parked car. He talks the talk and walks the walk but in the end…. I know he is afraid of her. Andrew saw the laser fall to the floor and quickly lunged at it. Oh No!!! I know what he's going to do so I lunge at it too. We begin to struggle for the laser. Andrew is scratching me with his nails and I bite his elbow. In the middle of the struggle I can hear Warren screaming at us in the back. Just then the laser ignites and a stream of bright light exits the barrel. The energy is so powerful that we loose control of the laser gun. Beams of energy start streaming all over the place. A stop sign, an orange street cone, a lamp post, a tree, a fire hydrant………THE SLAYER!! One of the beams of light hit the Slayer and she disappeared into thin air.

Andrew and I instantly dropped the laser gun. Warren stomps over in our direction infuriated and picks it up "And you've used all the power! What are you guys retarded?" With that he took off running in the direction of the van with Andrew and I not far behind. So here we are again, fleeing the scene of yet another crime. Well… sort of.

My body is engulfed in heat. My face, arms, hands, and legs all feel warm, like after a day of sunbathing at the beach. At first when I open my eyes the bright light of the sun burning above me makes it hard to see, but once my eyes focus I can see the sky. What a beautiful blue sky! In the distance I faintly hear the sounds of passing cars and the hum of people talking. Wow….this is a weird dream!

Suddenly I feel it. Someone kicked me in the leg. I lift my head in time to see a big stupid looking guy stumble by. "Hey!!! Watch where you're walking buddy!"

I take a quick look at my surroundings. What the f..? I'm in front of the Department of Social Services… on the floor. As I lift myself of the floor I notice something even weirder…. I CAN'T SEE MY HANDS… or my feet, or my legs…. Someone else walks by me and I call to her but she looks right at me and keeps walking. She didn't see me. O h M y G o d …I think I'm invisible…….FAR OUT!!

This is too cool. I have to tell someone I have to tell someone. The Magic Box is about four blocks away... Xander is going to faint!

Anya and I are in the middle of a heated discussion over the sitting arraignments for our wedding. She has a whole chart with little table shaped circles and stick people with name tags on them. Ever since I agreed that she could invite her demon friends to our wedding the proverbial shit has hit the fan. Now she has all my friends sitting in the table with all of her friends. I've tried explaining that perhaps a table full of vengeance demons and a Slayer is not a good party mix. But, does she listen to me? Every day it's a different thing. If it's not the food it's the flowers. If it's not the flowers it's the photographer. She's already gone through 4 wedding dresses. Why didn't anyone tell me this was going to be so hard….. and scary?

The bell on the Magic Box's door rings and I breathe a sigh of relief. At this point I welcome the distraction of even the most annoying customer.

"Buffy? Hey… how did it go in the…Buffy!! Where are you?" I'm looking around the shop but Buffy is no where to be seen.

"Well….according to this chart I'm on table 4. Hey… why is my stick figure the only one with big hips?" I turn suddenly. Her voice is coming from where Anya is standing but there is no Buffy. Anya has a weird look on her face.

"Oh my God Buffy, you're invisible? Will you still be in the wedding party?" Again…the gravity of the situation flew right over Anya's head.

"Super weird. I was leaving the Department of Children Services when I was hit with a bright light and passed out. Next thing I knew I was invisible."

"Is it a spell? Did you see a Warlock dressed in African Attire? Cause I have a friend who's coming to the wedding…."

"Anya!" I interrupt her before she goes into a whole story that has absolutely nothing to do with the problem at hand. I love her to death but sometimes she drives me bonkers.

" Or Bunnies?? DID YOU SEE BUNNIES??" As annoyed as I am right now, that comment actually brought a smile to my face. I never really understood her fear of bunnies except to say that it is intense and far reaching. Apparently Buffy thinks it's funny too because I can hear her giggling as she walks past me.

"I feel great!! This is way cool! I took off some tacky lady's hat and threw it in the garbage, scared some punks, and drove off with the meter maid's car! This is the most fun I've had in ages."

"That's great Buffy, but, who did this too you? Why did they do this?" I asked carefully. Am I the only one here that notices the badness? I mean… I'm not saying it's not nice to see Buffy in a good mood for once…but it would be even nicer if I could actually SEE her!!!

"Yeah… you would think an invisible prankster Slayer is more dangerous than a regular Slayer. Why would anyone do this to her on purpose?" Finally, my fiancé starts making some sense.

"Don't know. That's why I'm here!" Buffy is entertaining herself carrying objects from one end of the room to the other in a slow and flowing manner. Like a ghost. Boy….she needs to start getting out more. She's having way too much fun with this.

"Alright Guys! Get on the case! I have someone…um I mean something I want to do!" And just like that she was gone. Unless she was just being really really quiet. Nope… she was gone.

Invisible! I'm freaking invisible! This is priceless. Wait until Willow finds out. She's gonna flip. I might even have some fun with her before I tell her…on second thought…wouldn't want her pulling any of her freaky deaky Witch moves on me. A scared Witch is a dangerous Witch, if you ask me.

The house seems uncharacteristically quite. I wonder if she is even home. She told me she was going to spend the day at home but maybe she decided not to. After a quick perusal of the downstairs area, I decide to move my search upstairs. Half way up the stairs I hear a faint moaning sound coming from the direction of my room. What the f..? The closer I get the louder the moaning becomes. It sounds like Willow but I'm not too sure yet. Willow? Moaning? This is beginning to worry me severely. I just told her last night that I loved her…. which by the way, she didn't reciprocate. Not that I don't think she loves me, in my heart I know she does. But… it's just… it would have been nice if she said it back. But now… with the moaning… I'm starting to wonder if maybe Tara and her got back together. That would TOTALLY suck.

I'm trying to be as quiet as possible in order to avoid being detected. I know, I know, I'm invisible… but hey! Noise is Noise. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for what I saw once I reached my bedroom door. N O T H I N G! It was Willow moaning alright… but she was by herself.

At first I was embarrassed. Very embarrassed! It had never occurred to me that Willow would do something like this, and on MY bed. I don't know why I'm so surprised, I mean, it's not like I don't do it too. This is just not something that I pictured her doing, which was obviously a huge mistake cause this picture is THE most erotic picture I've ever seen!

The room was dimly lit by a few rays of sun that had sneaked past the closed curtains. Her pajama pants were casually thrown on the floor beside the bed on which Willow was lying naked from the waist down. Her knees were slightly bent and her legs were wide and far apart. She was still wearing her tank top but it was half way pulled over her chest and her left breast was popping out…… Willow was massaging it….. HER BREAST!! The room was filled with the smell of her arousal and my desire to be drenched in this smell was driving me crazy. Her eyes were closed and the only thing I could hear were her low sensual groans of pleasure. As I got closer I noticed the wet red curls between Willow's legs. She was really excited!!! I wonder what got my little witch so riled up in the first place.

"Mmmm Oh God Buffffyyyy….." What? Did she just say my name? OH MY GOD!!! She knows I'm here she knows I'm heresheknowsimhere!!! This is bad. This is very bad.

"Ohh Buffy I neeed you sooo much…" Ummm. What do I say? What do I say? Panic! This is panic!!

"I love it when you touch me like this Buffy." Huh? Wait!! Is she talking to herself? She is talking to herself!!! She's pretending it's me! I think my head is going to explode but not before my hair catches fire!

Willow removes her right hand from her breast and begins moving downward. Almost simultaneously her left hand picks up where the other had left off. Her moaning is becoming more intense and I can tell she's about done teasing herself. She spread her legs wider, farther apart. It took all of my strength to hold back the urge to bury my face between her legs. I was dying to smell her, taste her, eat her, make love to her. But she didn't know I was here, and if she found out she'd probably turn me into a rat or something. Rat Buffy was no fun…I remember.

Her right hand finally reaches the mound of drenched red hair. Her body quivered at her own touch and I felt my legs weaken. My own panties were soaked with desire and I wasn't sure how much more torture my body could take. I had never wanted anything more in my life than to touch her right now. Her fingers instantly begin work on her clit and her hips are pumping along with the rhythm of her fingers.

Here I was so concerned today thinking she was so weak she can hardly move. Yeah … hardly move?!?!?... my ass!! I think I just saw her wiggle. The fact that she is on my bed is driving me crazy. How long have I been the source of Willow's erotic fantasies? How long has she been sneaking into my bed while I'm not here? Touching herself while smelling my scent on the pillows and sheets. I know I should be mad…. I think….but I am totally the opposite. I am so overwhelmed with desire I can't even think anymore.

The hand movements against her clit are becoming faster and rougher. Her eyes are sealed shut and her mouth is half opened gasping in desire with every murmur of my name, as if the sound of my name on her lips makes the experience that much more pleasurable. The expression on her face is absolutely heavenly and I can't help but wonder if this is what she'll look like the day I make love to her. Suddenly she did something that surprised me a bit. She turned over and moved to a kneeling, or more like straddling position, on the bed. Her right hand never leaving the hot wet spot it's been rubbing and her left hand now gripping the head board for support. Willow is on her knees pumping her hand faster and faster, moaning and panting. From where I stand I've lost sight of her hand but I can see her hips thrusting back and forth, rougher and harder. Her breathing is now louder and her rhythmic pants for air are becoming closer together. With one incredible groan Willow throws her head back and her entire body stiffens. Screaming my name she falls face down on the pillows. There she lay still as her breathing slowly returned to normal until, finally, the silence came.

Hmmmm… so she likes to be on top! This could prove to be a vital piece of information.

My body was in a state of heighten sensitivity. My mouth had been gapping open so long my tongue dried. I could feel the air on my skin and the warm rays of light coming through the curtains heating my hand. I look down and OH SHIT….. I'm invisible!!! In all the excitement I had forgotten! I have to tell Willow but if I approach her now she'll freak out. I move in closer to get a better look at her face and, guess what?? She fell asleep! She actually wore herself out! This is perfect. I'll run downstairs and make a lot of noise to wake her up. That way she'll have time to get dressed and move location. Giving her face one last look I head out….this is going to be good!

The slam of the door nearly stopped my heart from beating. I sat up with a jolt. "Oh shit!!!! She's home!!!!" I whisper to myself as I scramble to my feet!! "Oh shit!!! I'm in her bed!!!!! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod where are my pants???"

"WILLOW I'M HOME AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!" Oh my god this is horrible! I can't have her catch me here. What will I say? What will she say? Oh no! The bed! It's a mess! Running around in a mad rush to get everything back in order, I hear her footsteps getting closer. Boy she's being loud today. I'm going to have to talk to her about the finer points of Slayer Stealthiness.

"WILL?? WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She screams at me from down the hall.

"IN HERE BUFFY!! I WAS… CLEANING YOUR ROOM! I TOOK DOWN ALL THOSE….GARLICS?!?" She's never going to believe that. I really really suck at lying. I can't breathe and I smell like sex! This is soooo embarrassing.

"Mmmmm. You're cleaning my room? Well that's the nicest thing I've ever heard. You're looking kind of flushed. I hope you weren't over exerting yourself." Oh boy…. She got me! I turn slowly expecting to meet her knowing gaze at the door. But nothing. Where is she?

"Oh my God Buffy!!! I can't see you!! I can't see you!" Where is she where is she where is she?

"Will! I'm right here! What's wrong with you? You know, I read somewhere that sometimes people go temporarily blind after a massive orgasm! Have you been doing anything I should know about?" Whaaaat? She has to be teasing me! But this is NOT funny. I am freaking out here. I really can't see her AND I just had a massive orgasm!! This is double embarrassing! How do I explain blindness due to massive orgasmness. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

"Buffy I'm serious! I can't see you!" The panic is evident in my voice already. I'm short of breath and I can actually feel a huge nervous breakdown coming on. Buffy suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. Has she gone mad?? I'm going blind here and she's laughing!!! I follow the sound of her giggling until I run right into her.

"I know Will! I know. I was just teasing you a little. You know how I love to see you sweat." I ran my hands up and down her body. I can't believe it. This is unreal. She is really invisible. It's like something straight out of a supernatural TV drama.

"I don't know. I was leaving the Department of Children Services when all of a sudden I was hit by light and knocked out. When I came to I was invisible." She said this in a totally matter of fact way. Like she was talking about how she lost her favorite pencil or something. What? Am I the only one who has a favorite pencil?

"Buffy this is horrible. We don't know what happened or who did this to you. What if it can't be reversed?"

"Don't worry Will. I already have Xander and Anya working on it as we speak. If it's reversible they'll find a way. Besides…this might be fun…if we play it right." She starts running her fingers through my hair. Grabbing my head she brings our lips together for a kiss. Her lips are soft and luscious and her kiss is filled with desire. Lots of desire…. I think it's safe to say she's horny. Her hands leave my head and run down my back pulling my body closer to hers. Our bodies meshed and I felt an explosion of pure unadulterated want aching between my legs. Her heart is beating strong against my chest and her groping is becoming more intense as she begins pulling at my pajama pants running her hands over my ass. My whole body is quivering at her touch and when I open my eyes to look at her I see it…nothing. There is nothing there. I instantly break off our kiss.

"I don't understand Will." Her voice sounds hurt and serious. I wish I could see her eyes. Her beautiful eyes would keep no secretes from me.

"Buffy… we have to find out what's wrong with you….. who did this….and why." I felt her let go of my body and heard her walk away. That was the ending of our conversation. I'm thinking denying a horny slayer twice in the same day is not a good idea.

"Buffy?? Buffy!!!!" I head out in the direction of the hall way but once I reach the top of the stairs I heard the front door close. She was gone…I think. Ok its time to get into my Scooby gear and pronto. First I'll check out the scene of the crime and then I'll swing by the Magic Box to see what they found out. Maybe if we get her fixed quick she won't be too mad later.

"So all you have to go on are some tire marks and a smidge of black paint?" Xander said in a disbelieving sarcastic tone. I look down at the table where we are sitting in the Magic Box and notice all the hard "research" they no doubt have been doing ever since Buffy came by.

"Yes. Unless you found something incredibly helpful in last months issue of Modern Bride." Two can play at that game.

"Doesn't it bother you to be surrounded by these mystical objects and not be able to use them?" Ok…why is it that every time she opens her mouth shit pours out in large quantities?

"Xander. The tire marks were very visible which would mean the tires have to be fairly new…you know not worn out. Also, remember Buffy's mystery van?? She said it was black. I think it's too much of a coincidence. I know it's a stretch but it's the only thing we have. We don't even know where Buffy is. She could have been run over by a car for all we know and be laying dead on the street but no one can see her!!!" I'm starting to freak myself out here.

"The books, the charms, the candles….. all of this must be driving you crazy. You're almost like an alcoholic sitting at a bar not being able to drink." She's looking at me with a blank oblivious stare.

"Anya." Xander said it louder this time. He looked at me, rolled his eyes, and continued "You're right Will. I don't know if Buffy realizes how much danger she's in. The other objects that we found on the street have already started to deteriorate. We have to do something now." Xander sounds very concerned. It's amazing how much people grow. How much people change. Just the other day we were fighting over Barbies…I was never too partial to the Ken doll…go figure! But today he is a grown man engaged to be married.

"I'm thinking of going down to the DMV and getting a printout of all the black vans registered in Sunnydale. Then I'm going to cross reference it with this list of resent purchases I got from the Sunnydale Tire Kingdom. It's worth a shot, it's the only store in town that carries that make of tire. Once I have the addresses we can check them out one by one."

Just then Anya leans in a sniffs me. "Did you just have sex? Cause you smell like sex."

"ANYA!!!" Xander and I screamed simultaneously as I slam my fist hard on the table. That's it!!! As soon as we find Buffy and fix her I'm coming back here and scratching Anya's eyes out.

"Please. Can you focus for once?" Xander sounds really annoyed and Anya is ignoring him, no doubt thinking up her next stupid question. I'm done wasting my time. Placing both hands on the table I lift myself up in an indignant fashion preparing to storm out of the shop. Xander reaches out and grabs my arm.

"NO!!!! I can't wait!! I WON'T loose her again Xander, not NOW! I can't! I have to go." He looks at me with a puzzled look but let go of my arm none the less. The room was silent until I heard the familiar chime of the bell hung over the door as I left.

I watched her with tears in my eyes as she got dressed and left the house. I hadn't really left. I had no where to go. But she did. She looked determined. She was a girl with a purpose. Off to see Tara no doubt! I'm so confused. This is so confusing. I feel like I've been stuck on the same roller coaster ride for months. Every time it seems like it's time to get off it just starts back up again.

She doesn't want me. I don't understand. I was so sure yesterday. So sure! The way she looked at me. The things she told me she felt while I was gone. The way we kissed. Oh…and let's not forget TODAY!!! It was my name she was calling. ME!

I've been sitting around here for hours trying to figure this all out. The more I think about it the more confusing it gets. I was engrossed in my own thought when the telephone ring startled me.

"Slayer!" A deep, almost inaudible, voice barks into the phone "We have the Witch! Meet us at the arcade on the corner of 7th street and Miller." I could hear Willow screaming in the back. I couldn't make out all of her words. But what I did hear clearly was her warning of a trap, "it's a trap" she kept repeating, " a trap." Then the receiver went dead.

Some one has my Willow! I heard her screams. She is amazing, even while in danger her first instinct is to protect me, at the cost of her own life. The room around me is spinning and my heart is pounding. She might not want me, but she is still my best friend, and I will always protect her.

Damnit!!! I don't know how I always get myself in trouble! I knew I should have asked Xander to come with me when I checked out the addresses. Hmph… and I'm supposed to be the smart one of the group! I'm not feeling very smart now. Here I am being held hostage by three…umm…nerds? It's the only thing I can come up with. Nerds! I got jumped by a gang of invisible nerds! One of them definitely sounds familiar but every time he speaks and I look in the direction of his voice, his tone immediately becomes deeper. The drive over here was worse than a lobotomy. They argued over everything, including and not limited to… who would win in a fight between Lara Croft and Alice of Resident Evil. The worst part was that after a few minutes I found the arguments presented to be convincing. I'm exhausted already.

This is a trap. They plan on killing Buffy! Before I was caught snooping around their crap I read the laser guns schematics. It has three settings. One that makes the object invisible, one that reverses it, and one that disintegrates it! You can guess which one the laser is set to now?

"Where is your mighty Slayer now Witch?" The one holding the invisibility gun says in a sarcastic tone. He seems to be the leader.

"Where are your sidekicks?" If it's sarcasm he wants it's sarcasm he'll get. The rest of the invisible nerd herd had been playing arcade games and arguing in the distance since we got here.

"My sidekicks?" He chuckles eerily. "Sidekicks are for heroes. I am not a hero. I have accomplices. You, on the other hand, are a sidekick and a really bad one at that. You look like the type that always gets in the way. Always needs rescuing. Always in danger. Hmph… I'm surprised the Slayer hasn't killed you herself just to eliminate the extra baggage." My nerve endings were tickling. The magic was calling me, urging me, persuading me to use my strength. With one swift hand gesture I could end all this today. No more nerds. Just then….

"Pssstttt!" Followed by the familiar sound of a fist banging against flesh and the crash of the invisibility gun as it hit the floor by my feet. Two seconds later the sound of a huge thump on the nearby air hokey table. What the hell?

"I'd like to side kick your ass!!" Buffy said in a triumphant tone. My heart warmed at the sound of her voice. She really was my hero. Little does she know how much.

The scene was nothing short of chaos. The patrons of the Arcade began a stampede as soon as the huge thump was heard. My arms were tired and my hands were shacking from my near slip up. It took a few seconds of fidgeting with the laser gun to change the settings. Catching the nerds by surprise, with one flip of the switch one by one I reversed their invisibility.

Buffy and I were on one end of the Arcade and the three nerds stood at the other. Warren looked a bit banged up holding his left cheek. He was no doubt the leader that Buffy snuck up on and pummeled.

"Jonathan, how could you do this to me? Of all the people." Buffy said in disgust. The look on his face was haunting, full of shame and hurt.

Just then the Dell Guy pulls out a gun from his back pack. My eyes widened in terror. Not even Buffy can fight that. Slowly he lifts his arm to shoulder level, aiming the weapon at Buffy, when out of the blue Jonathan clunks him in the head with a near by air hockey puck. Boy he had a soft noggin!

Buffy was busy capturing the other two when I look up just in time to watch Warren exist out the back door. My body is overwhelmed by exhaustion and I haven't got the strength to follow in pursuit…just like that he was gone.

I stood on the corner and watched as the police car drove off with Jonathan and …um… Andrew I think he said his name was. Two out of three is not that bad. Besides, how much damage can one lonely nerd do anyways? Out of the corner of my eye I see Willow sitting alone on a street bench, crouched over holding her head in her hands. She looked pained. I walk over to her hesitantly and sit at her side. Slowly she lifts her head to look at me.

"Mother of all headaches, the headache that invented all the other headaches, the Obi-Wan of the headache galaxy." She ranted faintly. Even her goofy rants sound cute. Suddenly I remembered …she doesn't want me…my heart burned. I sat there quietly by her side on the extreme end of the bench agonizing on what's to come. When can I finally get off this roller coaster?

"Yep... today ranked way up there on the weirdness scale with "switching bodies" "losing souls" and "split personalities"." I agreed without sounding agreeable. Hmmm… well it made more sense in my head.

"It depends what your interpretation of good is." Let's see how long I can dance around the pile of shit without stepping on it.

"Well if you want to know what I think, I have no idea where we are at all." She flinched when I said it. But…hey…she asked, I answered.

"You're absolutely right. We have to talk about last night." Oh great. Now she's gonna dump me! Can I even be dumped? It's not like we were officially going out or anything. Still this sounds like a "dumping" speech if you ask me. Wonderful! Don't I wish I was invisible NOW?

"Look Will don't worry. There is nothing to talk about. Emotions were running high. I know you love Tara. It's o….." She silenced me with her finger. She likes to do that a lot...shut me up and stuff.

"I love YOU silly. I always have...from day one." My heart ached when she said this. I was sure she was about to give me the "I don't want to ruin our friendship" speech.

"Hello??? Invisible!!! You were invisible!!! I didn't cast you off, I was worried about you. Plus, I was freaking out!!" She moves closer to me and turns my face until our eyes meet. Her eyes look really tired and sincere.

"I love you Buffy…..the way you love me. I too wanted to make love to you today. Being with you would be my dreams come true. But when we make love for the first time, I want to be able to look into your eyes. I want to memorize every curve of your body, enjoy every freckle and every birthmark. We couldn't have done that today." I had butterflies setting up camp in my stomach. Having her sit so close to me was driving me crazy. Everything about her was accentuated. Her eyes were greener, her voice was softer, and her scent was sweeter. She reached out with her hand in search of mine. Once she found it we sat there together in silence for a while.

There is something about holding hands with someone you care about that is absolutely breathtaking. I've always thought that our hands connect us to the outside world. With them we can make someone scream in pleasure or cry out in pain. When you hold someone's hand you share an intimate act displayed in a public manner. It's a way of telling the world around you that you are connected to that person. I love holding hands…but moreover…I love holding Willow's hand!

After a few minutes she finally broke the silence. "I think we want to move too fast."

"Buffy, let's be honest, we haven't been friends for almost six month's now. A few days ago I thought you hated me and last night everything changed. We need to get to know each other on a different level…a romantic level."

"Yes. I wanna date. I so want to date you!!" The idea was beginning to grow on me already. We could go to the movies, out to dinner, to the Bronze…together…as a couple. We can even hold hands the whole time. If we start dating that would make her my girlfriend! Wow…. I got a girlfriend… and it's WILLOW!!! Yeah this idea is sounding great.

"I have just one request Will, can we sleep together?" Her eyes widened and her face turned all sorts of interesting shades of red.

With a nervous giggle she replied, "That's not slow Buffy! That's full speed ahead!! Faster than a speeding bullet!"

"I didn't mean SLEEP, I meant sleep…as in catching z's." Her expression was still the same. Red all over!

"Last night Will, with you in my arms, was the only night that I slept in ages. I don't know what it was exactly. Maybe it was the smell of your hair or the sound of you breathing or the warmth of your body. It was something about you, next to me, that finally helped me relax. I promise we won't do the other type of "sleep" until you're good a ready." I looked at her as I said this, her expression was that of understanding. Maybe she felt the same thing.

"What side do you want, the left or the right?" This is her way of saying yes. I smiled at her. I really wanted the bottom but hey…

We both sat again in comfortable silence, digesting what was just said. I want to be with her more than anything. I want this to work. I want her to know everything about me. I want to share my life with her forever. As I'm thinking these things one thought kept popping into my head…Spike! The Sunnydale rule is that secrets usually bust out in a very public and hurtful way, like the time I kept Angel being alive a secret or the time that Willow and Xander fooled around in secret. I could go on and on. The last thing I need is for her to find out about Spike from someone else or worse…from Spike! I need to tell her the truth. I want to tell her the truth. But how? How do I tell the woman I just confessed my love too that I had an affair with someone else not three days ago? I'm staring forward blankly when suddenly the thought hit me.

"Because it wasn't! It was in a rough, dirty, knocking down buildings sort of way."

"I've been asking myself that question for three days straight and I still don't know why. Will you accept that it was a HUGE mistake as the answer for now?" She looked at me hesitantly.

"Absolutely not!" Semi pleased with this response, she turned her face forward once more to stare into nothingness.

Silence ensued again as we sat watching the sunset. My brain was working a mile a minute. There were children entering and exiting the arcade. The sound of their faint laughter and the hum of the cars passing in the street were oddly beginning to soothe me. I looked down at our hands and I couldn't tell which fingers were hers and which were mine. I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it gently. As I am doing this she brings her other hand up to my cheek and caresses my face softly.

"You said that a few days ago you thought I hated you. I never did! Ever! It's not possible for me to hate you."

She looked at me for a few seconds without saying a word and then she agreed, "I know what you mean Buffy. I know what you mean."

Using the hand that was still cradling my face she laid my head on her shoulder as we continued sitting on the bench holding each other. The sun had already set and the streets were dark. I closed my eyes to fully appreciate this moment, sitting here in the dark, holding Willow's hand, with my head on her shoulder. This moment was perfect. I wanted it to last forever.

Suddenly Willow jerked, like she had just remembered something important. "Buffy!!! I forgot to ask…how did it go at the Department of Children Services?" I roll my eyes when I hear the question.

The lair looks as if a bomb exploded. Everything is disheveled and out of place. The faster I try to pack and get out, the longer everything seems to take. I only have a few hours before those idiots turn me in. I can't believe he actually did it. Jonathan….Mr. Benedict Arnold himself! I will make him pay dearly for what he did! Helping the Slayer! That Bitch! One day she'll find herself at the wrong end of her pointy stick, and when she does I will laugh and rejoice and celebrate!

The phone rang and my body froze in fear. Only one person has this number and he's the last person I want to hear from right now.

"You've failed me again." The familiar deep voice said over the phone. I was afraid of this.

"Jonathan double crossed us. I told you he couldn't be trusted." It wasn't my fault and I WASN'T taking the blame for it.

"SHUT UP! If you hadn't been so greedy in the first place she would be dead already!"

"You imbecile! The Slayer is of no importance to me. That is your personal vendetta. The Witch, however, must die…at any cost!"

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