Valentines
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss is the man!
Summary: It's almost Valentine's Day in Sunnydale. Will Buffy finally realize her feelings for a certain someone?
Pairings: B/S, W/T, X/A
Rating: PG
Spoilers: As You Were, AU after that
Distribution: Fanfiction.net. Anyone else, if you want it, let me know.
A/N: This is my first fic. I needed something to cheer me up after reading those absolutely horrendous wildfeeds for Entropy and Seeing Red. Please read and review, it would make my little heart go pitter patter! Thanks to all of you who have given it such nice reviews so far(.
"Ahhhhhhh, that feels so good," Buffy moaned to herself as she slid into the bath filled with mounds of vanilla scented bubbles. She smiled as she lay her head against the bath pillow and said, "There's nothing like a soak in the tub and some Calgon take me away time to make up for a day filled with the sights and smells of the DMP."
All around her candlelight flickered in the darkened room, and the soft strains of classical music could be heard. Freshly laundered fluffy towels were piled high on the vanity chair, waiting. Buffy looked around and noticed that room was sparkling clean, just as if the little cleaning fairies had come in while she was away at work. "I am so glad that Willow has finally come out of her slump and decided to do a little cleaning," she thought. "It certainly makes coming home easier."
After 20 minutes of soaking in the tub, she decided it would be best to finish the rest of her bath quickly as she was beginning to resemble a human prune. A prune delicately scented of vanilla, but a prune nonetheless. She hopped out of the bath, grabbed a towel, toweled off, and slathered on a creamy body lotion all while humming along with the enchanting melody of Lieberstraum by Liszt. When she was little, her parents used to play the song to help her to fall asleep at night, and even now it still had a calming effect on her.
After hanging up her wet towels, because if Willow was kind enough to have cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom she could certainly return the favor by not leaving her towels in a heap on the floor, she padded to her room. Once inside, she shut the door and went to the closet to peruse her overflowing wardrobe. "If I have to patrol the night before Valentine's Day knowing full well that I have no Valentine to come home to and only 16 hours of pure hell to look forward to tomorrow, I'm gonna have some fun tonight," Buffy said to the mirror. "But what am I going to do about that?" she asked herself, as her eyes caught on the reflection of a small sliver of pink sticking out of her messenger bag in the mirror. "What if it simply tells me that he never really loved me and was just using me to get over Dru? What if it says that he still loves me after all that I've done to him? What if it says that he loves me, but he can't be around me, just like all of the rest of the men in my life have?" Her mind was screaming these thoughts at her until she was as tense as she had been before her bath.
"God, Buffy! Get a hold of yourself! You can't go jumping to conclusions before you have even read the darn card. Maybe it doesn't say anything at all?" she admonished herself silently.
She sighed and said out loud, "Well, no news is good news, and that is a Valentine's Day card. And Valentine's Day cards do not get opened until Valentine's Day! No reason to worry about spilled milk if it hasn't been spilled yet!"
"Yeah, you just don't want to face the truth" that same little voice in her head that had been so difficult to shut up lately, said.
"I will not think about Spike," she said as she grabbed a pair of charcoal gray suede pants from her closet. "He's bad, he's evil, he's evil and bad, and he's so damn sexy… NO! NO! NO! I will not think about how sexy he is. I will think about how I'm going to patrol and kick some vampire butt tonight, and Spike's a vampire and his butt is really cute, and… Aghh!!!!!!!" she moaned as she pulled out a long sleeved dove gray shirt that had a sprinkling of glitter on the sleeves. "If Willow can be magic free for this long, then I can be Spike thought free for at least one night! Tomorrow, deal with it tomorrow," she told herself.
Buffy pulled on her patrolling ensemble, ran a brush through her almost dry hair, put some wax on her hands and did the cute little flippy thing with the ends, and made her way out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen.
As soon as she walked through the door, she stopped dead in her tracks. The kitchen was sparkling clean. The sink gleamed, the stove looked almost happy enough to start dancing, and the floor was so clean that she could have eaten off of it. "Oh my goodness," she thought. "If a normal conversation with Tara was enough to get Willow to clean the bathroom and the kitchen from top to bottom, I wonder what she'll do when they get back together?"
She walked over to the shiny happy fridge and upon opening it, she was once again in shock. When she had left for work, all the fridge had held was a half empty carton of milk, a couple of eggs, and a few apples and the many bottles of condiments it seemed like they were always collecting. Now it was filled to the brim with fresh veggies, fruits, pop, bottled water, juice, bread, chicken, and cheese. A quick look in the freezer told her that it had also been stocked with Dawn friendly food like frozen pizza and waffles. "My, my Willow. When you get going, you really get going," Buffy said in awe. "I have to remember to thank her and Tara tomorrow when I see them," she decided as she grabbed a pear to munch on before heading out the back door into the night.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss is the man!
Summary: It's almost Valentine's Day in Sunnydale. Will Buffy finally realize her feelings for a certain someone?
Pairings: B/S, W/T, X/A
Rating: PG
Spoilers: As You Were, AU after that
Distribution: Fanfiction.net. Anyone else, if you want it, let me know.
A/N: This is my first fic. I needed something to cheer me up after reading those absolutely horrendous wildfeeds for Entropy and Seeing Red. Please read and review, it would make my little heart go pitter patter! Thanks to all of you who have given it such nice reviews so far(.
"Ahhhhhhh, that feels so good," Buffy moaned to herself as she slid into the bath filled with mounds of vanilla scented bubbles. She smiled as she lay her head against the bath pillow and said, "There's nothing like a soak in the tub and some Calgon take me away time to make up for a day filled with the sights and smells of the DMP."
All around her candlelight flickered in the darkened room, and the soft strains of classical music could be heard. Freshly laundered fluffy towels were piled high on the vanity chair, waiting. Buffy looked around and noticed that room was sparkling clean, just as if the little cleaning fairies had come in while she was away at work. "I am so glad that Willow has finally come out of her slump and decided to do a little cleaning," she thought. "It certainly makes coming home easier."
After 20 minutes of soaking in the tub, she decided it would be best to finish the rest of her bath quickly as she was beginning to resemble a human prune. A prune delicately scented of vanilla, but a prune nonetheless. She hopped out of the bath, grabbed a towel, toweled off, and slathered on a creamy body lotion all while humming along with the enchanting melody of Lieberstraum by Liszt. When she was little, her parents used to play the song to help her to fall asleep at night, and even now it still had a calming effect on her.
After hanging up her wet towels, because if Willow was kind enough to have cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom she could certainly return the favor by not leaving her towels in a heap on the floor, she padded to her room. Once inside, she shut the door and went to the closet to peruse her overflowing wardrobe. "If I have to patrol the night before Valentine's Day knowing full well that I have no Valentine to come home to and only 16 hours of pure hell to look forward to tomorrow, I'm gonna have some fun tonight," Buffy said to the mirror. "But what am I going to do about that?" she asked herself, as her eyes caught on the reflection of a small sliver of pink sticking out of her messenger bag in the mirror. "What if it simply tells me that he never really loved me and was just using me to get over Dru? What if it says that he still loves me after all that I've done to him? What if it says that he loves me, but he can't be around me, just like all of the rest of the men in my life have?" Her mind was screaming these thoughts at her until she was as tense as she had been before her bath.
"God, Buffy! Get a hold of yourself! You can't go jumping to conclusions before you have even read the darn card. Maybe it doesn't say anything at all?" she admonished herself silently.
She sighed and said out loud, "Well, no news is good news, and that is a Valentine's Day card. And Valentine's Day cards do not get opened until Valentine's Day! No reason to worry about spilled milk if it hasn't been spilled yet!"
"Yeah, you just don't want to face the truth" that same little voice in her head that had been so difficult to shut up lately, said.
"I will not think about Spike," she said as she grabbed a pair of charcoal gray suede pants from her closet. "He's bad, he's evil, he's evil and bad, and he's so damn sexy… NO! NO! NO! I will not think about how sexy he is. I will think about how I'm going to patrol and kick some vampire butt tonight, and Spike's a vampire and his butt is really cute, and… Aghh!!!!!!!" she moaned as she pulled out a long sleeved dove gray shirt that had a sprinkling of glitter on the sleeves. "If Willow can be magic free for this long, then I can be Spike thought free for at least one night! Tomorrow, deal with it tomorrow," she told herself.
Buffy pulled on her patrolling ensemble, ran a brush through her almost dry hair, put some wax on her hands and did the cute little flippy thing with the ends, and made her way out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen.
As soon as she walked through the door, she stopped dead in her tracks. The kitchen was sparkling clean. The sink gleamed, the stove looked almost happy enough to start dancing, and the floor was so clean that she could have eaten off of it. "Oh my goodness," she thought. "If a normal conversation with Tara was enough to get Willow to clean the bathroom and the kitchen from top to bottom, I wonder what she'll do when they get back together?"
She walked over to the shiny happy fridge and upon opening it, she was once again in shock. When she had left for work, all the fridge had held was a half empty carton of milk, a couple of eggs, and a few apples and the many bottles of condiments it seemed like they were always collecting. Now it was filled to the brim with fresh veggies, fruits, pop, bottled water, juice, bread, chicken, and cheese. A quick look in the freezer told her that it had also been stocked with Dawn friendly food like frozen pizza and waffles. "My, my Willow. When you get going, you really get going," Buffy said in awe. "I have to remember to thank her and Tara tomorrow when I see them," she decided as she grabbed a pear to munch on before heading out the back door into the night.