I don't own Buffy, Joss does. Don't make me dwell on it. ;)
This is a little scribbling I did; a fun little one-shot.
Oh, and I do know how to spell sandwich, the title is a pun. :D
Comments and reviews are welcome, but not necessarily expected. ;)
Note to self: use fewer emoticons.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon in Sunnydale and Willow and Buffy sat under a tree relaxing.

Buffy watched as Willow magically plucked down leaves and flew them around. To anyone else it would look like leaves were just falling naturally, but if you looked close enough the jerky movements of the leaves told that they were not moving of their own accord.

"I wish I could move something more substantial," Willow grumbled.

"Don't be ridiculous Wil, I'm sure that the Mayor'll be defenceless against a good Willow-leafing."

The girls giggled at Buffy's pun, reaching into a picnic basket and pulling out two ham and cheese sandwiches.

"Yeah," Willow said, her mouth half-full, "First I'll fly a pencil at his head, then I'll throw some dirty germ-infested leaves, then..." Willow looked thoughtful, chewing slowly, "Anya?"

Buffy let out a snort of laughter, accidentally spraying Willow with sandwich. "Oops. Sorry Wil," she said sheepishly, still grinning. "What do you think of Anya, anyway?"

Willow responded by having a leaf tear itself into shreds. Buffy accidentally snorted again, keeping her food in her mouth this time... Just.

"Okay, I get it. Not a huge fan. Still, better for Xander than Faith."

Willow scowled half-heartedly, throwing the remainder of her ham sandwich in Buffy's face and taking particular care in smothering her face in butter.

"Bad idea witch," Buffy smirked, "Slayer strength, remember?"

So there Willow was, pinned down by a Slayer with no chance of getting up on strength alone. Thinking hard, she lifted a pencil she had brought for the novelty and began to use the eraser side on Buffy's shirt. Buffy was especially touchy about colour fading, so she knew that this would distract her.

"Hey! No erasing the colour!" Buffy smooshed down Willow's hair, wiping butter off of her face and rubbing it onto Willow's nose.

Willow felt giddy and carefree, very childlike. "Buttery Buffy the Hampire Slayer!" she taunted, dangling a piece of ham in front of Buffy's face.

Buffy fell into hysterics and held her hands over her stomach as she rocked on the ground, laughing at Willow's immaturity. It was infectious, and pretty soon Willow was in hysterics too.

Xander strode forward across the park to his two favourite girls, noticing that they were both lying face down and there was a terrible mess. Worrying that something was wrong, he sprinted over and called their names. "Willow? Buffy?"

The two girls rolled over with goofy expressions and butter all over their faces. Buffy had a buttery hand-print on her stomach and Willow had a piece of ham in her hair.

"Okay girls, is this some weird pre-college ritual that I don't get?"

Willow and Buffy both looked up, grinning in silence. Finally Willow spoke in a small and amused voice;

"Buttery Buffy..."

Man, Xander thought, We've been living on a Hellmouth for too long.