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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: Watched Entropy last night. I doubt that this entire mess will be resolved this season, and I am so not looking forward to 4 months of re-run hell!
Valentines
Willow walked into the kitchen on 1630 Revello Drive and just stared. "Wow," she breathed. When she had left for class that afternoon the kitchen had been an absolute pigsty, so much so that she couldn't face going in there for supper and had just popped out to the Espresso Pump to have one of their delicious specialty sandwiches. "Dawn must have really made tracks," she thought, "cuz I wasn't gone that long this afternoon. She must want to do something for Valentine's and thought the best way to Buffy's heart was through a thorough cleaning."
Willow walked over to the junk drawer and grabbed what had brought her into the kitchen in the first place, a tube of pink sparkly glitter glue. "Just what I needed, this, some markers, construction paper, glue, and scissors will make the best Valentine's Day card! I hope Tara likes it, and doesn't think I'm being too presumptuous," she contemplated. "I'll just have to go more towards the 'I'm happy you're still my friend' route than the 'I love you, baby, and want to jump your bones' route."
With the tube of glitter tightly clutched in her hand, she made her way to the living room where she had set up her card making shop. Several different shades of pink and red paper sat in stacks on the coffee table along with the rest of the accessories necessary to create a stunning card. Taking a seat with her legs crossed next to the short table, she contemplated which color would make the best background. Scarlet? Nope, too red. Crimson? Nope, too much like blood. Pale pink? Nah, too blah. Fuchsia? Well… Puce? Nope that reminded her of that old '80s TV movie where the head of the prom committee wanted a Puce in Paris theme. Ruby? That was it! That was the perfect color; it would complement the pink glitter glue and was more elegant looking than the rest of the colors.
Willow got busy and after diligently working for an hour, she had the best looking "Just Friends" Valentine ever. Well, she thought so anyways. It didn't matter that the glitter glue was a little smudged when she had been just a mite bit impatient for it to dry so that she could paste on the little pink hearts she had cut out, or that the little hearts weren't all perfectly matching. Her grandma always used to say to her, "If it is made with love, it will be perfect." And she had definitely made this with love, lots and lots of love.
Willow yawned and decided she had best call it a night. She wanted to be bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow. She had gotten up the courage to call Tara after she had spoken with Buffy and had asked her to coffee at the Bronze. Just as friends, of course. She had made that clear so that Tara knew that she wasn't trying to rush things just because they had had a civil conversation that day. Fate was smiling upon her that day she thought, because Tara had quickly agreed to meet at the Bronze tomorrow evening, just as friends, of course.
She put her card in a safe spot and went upstairs to turn in. She could hear Dawn still gabbing on the phone with one of her many friends. "I don't know how her ear can take it," she thought. "The only time she isn't on that telephone is when she's in school or eating a meal! I should really tell her to go to bed, but it's a Friday night, and this is probably the next best thing to being out with them," she decided, thinking back to last week when Buffy had grounded Dawn for a week for borrowing her best leather coat and her favorite earrings without asking.
"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day!" the little voice in her head squealed with excitement. "The sooner you get to bed and go to sleep, the sooner tomorrow will come." With a smile on her face and thoughts of Tara in her head, Willow made her way to her room with a quick peek and a mouthed "Good night" to Dawn.
While Willow was busy cutting out little hearts, Buffy had been out looking for a good slay. She had been through three cemeteries already, and there wasn't any action at all. "Great," she thought, "even the vamps have a life and don't need to be out lurking on a Friday night." With a sigh she sat down on one of the ever so popular stone benches that were everywhere in that particular cemetery. "These must have been designed and bought by dead people," she thought. "Not only are they uncomfortable as hell, they make your butt ice cold. I wonder who comes up with ideas for stone benches? I mean, it isn't like you wake up one day and suddenly have the epiphany 'I have the perfect make it rich scheme-stone benches!'" Buffy was so entranced in the ridiculous one sided conversation in her head that she didn't notice the rustle of the grass behind her or felt the rush of air that caressed her as the unnoticed entity deposited a little package next to her on the bench and left as quickly as it had come.
"Now a cushy bench that would stay warm in the winter and cool in the summer and would keep your butt nice and comfy would be a great invention. I wonder if that infomercial guy, you know that one that makes the spray on hair, has ever thought of that? I wonder how much he made from that spray on hair?" she thought as her one sided conversation took another strange turn. Suddenly, the crack of a branch pulled her from her thoughts and as she reached for her stake, her hand brushed against a soft little package. "What?" she thought. "That wasn't here when I sat down, when did it get here?" she wondered. "No time to think about that now, Buffy. Not when you can see a pair of yellow eyes glowing from those bushes over there," she told herself. Pocketing the package, she crept over to the bushes and was about to call her opponent out when a little black kitty came streaking out from them. "A cat? A cat? I was about to slay a little kitty cat?" she said out loud. "Where is your head today, Buffy?"
She looked at the kitty, which was now cowering underneath the same stone bench that she had just been pondering. It was young, maybe only a couple of months old, and looked like it hadn't had enough to eat since it had been born. "Here kitty, kitty," she called. "Come here kitty, I won't hurt you." Seeing the cat brought back memories of the night she had accompanied Spike to his game of kitten poker and the ensuing mess with the loan shark when she had thought she was Joan the Vampire Slayer. And then her mind drifted to that kiss that she and Spike had shared in the Bronze. "Why can't things just go back to the way they were?" she whispered. It was all so easy then. She and Spike could actually have a conversation without insulting each other or beating the other up. But then came the discovery that she had come back wrong somehow. Somehow his chip didn't work on her, and her insecurities with men came back even stronger. She knew that he could hurt her, not just physically, but emotionally as well. She was falling for him, but she couldn't make herself take that last step and actually admit to loving him. If she did, then he would hold all of the cards, and she didn't think that she could continue to go on living if one more beloved man in her life left her without a backwards glance. So she continued to pummel him, and insult him, and incite him to give her a reason to not like him.
She gave a sad sigh, and with a wry smirk said quietly, "All it takes is a little kitty, and I'm thinking about Spike."
While she had been contemplating her life, the little kitty had been slowly inching its way over to her. At first it had been scared of her; the woman had looked like it was going to hurt her, but then the woman had stopped, and had gotten a sad look in her eyes. The kitty realized this look, and being a very nice kitty, she went over to rub against the woman's legs and try and cheer her up. The kitty started purring as she was weaving her way in and around Buffy's legs, and the noise brought Buffy out of her sad interlude. She looked down and saw the little kitty and fell instantly in love with the fluffy little creature. She reached to pick it up, and the kitty settled into her arms like she had known her all her life. "Guess we have a new addition to the family," she told the little kitty. "Now what am I going to name you? I think I'll wait until I get home so Dawn can help me pick out a name for you. Of course, we'll have to stop by the 24 hour grocery store and pick up some food and litter for you. We can't have you going hungry anymore!" With that said, Buffy felt better than she had in the past two weeks, and she took off towards the grocery store.
A pair of intense blue eyes watched from high up in a tree as Buffy made her way out of the cemetery. A small smile had played on his mouth when he saw her pick up and cuddle the little kitten. "She will be happy," he said. "I swear it on my undead life."
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: Watched Entropy last night. I doubt that this entire mess will be resolved this season, and I am so not looking forward to 4 months of re-run hell!
Valentines
Willow walked into the kitchen on 1630 Revello Drive and just stared. "Wow," she breathed. When she had left for class that afternoon the kitchen had been an absolute pigsty, so much so that she couldn't face going in there for supper and had just popped out to the Espresso Pump to have one of their delicious specialty sandwiches. "Dawn must have really made tracks," she thought, "cuz I wasn't gone that long this afternoon. She must want to do something for Valentine's and thought the best way to Buffy's heart was through a thorough cleaning."
Willow walked over to the junk drawer and grabbed what had brought her into the kitchen in the first place, a tube of pink sparkly glitter glue. "Just what I needed, this, some markers, construction paper, glue, and scissors will make the best Valentine's Day card! I hope Tara likes it, and doesn't think I'm being too presumptuous," she contemplated. "I'll just have to go more towards the 'I'm happy you're still my friend' route than the 'I love you, baby, and want to jump your bones' route."
With the tube of glitter tightly clutched in her hand, she made her way to the living room where she had set up her card making shop. Several different shades of pink and red paper sat in stacks on the coffee table along with the rest of the accessories necessary to create a stunning card. Taking a seat with her legs crossed next to the short table, she contemplated which color would make the best background. Scarlet? Nope, too red. Crimson? Nope, too much like blood. Pale pink? Nah, too blah. Fuchsia? Well… Puce? Nope that reminded her of that old '80s TV movie where the head of the prom committee wanted a Puce in Paris theme. Ruby? That was it! That was the perfect color; it would complement the pink glitter glue and was more elegant looking than the rest of the colors.
Willow got busy and after diligently working for an hour, she had the best looking "Just Friends" Valentine ever. Well, she thought so anyways. It didn't matter that the glitter glue was a little smudged when she had been just a mite bit impatient for it to dry so that she could paste on the little pink hearts she had cut out, or that the little hearts weren't all perfectly matching. Her grandma always used to say to her, "If it is made with love, it will be perfect." And she had definitely made this with love, lots and lots of love.
Willow yawned and decided she had best call it a night. She wanted to be bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow. She had gotten up the courage to call Tara after she had spoken with Buffy and had asked her to coffee at the Bronze. Just as friends, of course. She had made that clear so that Tara knew that she wasn't trying to rush things just because they had had a civil conversation that day. Fate was smiling upon her that day she thought, because Tara had quickly agreed to meet at the Bronze tomorrow evening, just as friends, of course.
She put her card in a safe spot and went upstairs to turn in. She could hear Dawn still gabbing on the phone with one of her many friends. "I don't know how her ear can take it," she thought. "The only time she isn't on that telephone is when she's in school or eating a meal! I should really tell her to go to bed, but it's a Friday night, and this is probably the next best thing to being out with them," she decided, thinking back to last week when Buffy had grounded Dawn for a week for borrowing her best leather coat and her favorite earrings without asking.
"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day!" the little voice in her head squealed with excitement. "The sooner you get to bed and go to sleep, the sooner tomorrow will come." With a smile on her face and thoughts of Tara in her head, Willow made her way to her room with a quick peek and a mouthed "Good night" to Dawn.
While Willow was busy cutting out little hearts, Buffy had been out looking for a good slay. She had been through three cemeteries already, and there wasn't any action at all. "Great," she thought, "even the vamps have a life and don't need to be out lurking on a Friday night." With a sigh she sat down on one of the ever so popular stone benches that were everywhere in that particular cemetery. "These must have been designed and bought by dead people," she thought. "Not only are they uncomfortable as hell, they make your butt ice cold. I wonder who comes up with ideas for stone benches? I mean, it isn't like you wake up one day and suddenly have the epiphany 'I have the perfect make it rich scheme-stone benches!'" Buffy was so entranced in the ridiculous one sided conversation in her head that she didn't notice the rustle of the grass behind her or felt the rush of air that caressed her as the unnoticed entity deposited a little package next to her on the bench and left as quickly as it had come.
"Now a cushy bench that would stay warm in the winter and cool in the summer and would keep your butt nice and comfy would be a great invention. I wonder if that infomercial guy, you know that one that makes the spray on hair, has ever thought of that? I wonder how much he made from that spray on hair?" she thought as her one sided conversation took another strange turn. Suddenly, the crack of a branch pulled her from her thoughts and as she reached for her stake, her hand brushed against a soft little package. "What?" she thought. "That wasn't here when I sat down, when did it get here?" she wondered. "No time to think about that now, Buffy. Not when you can see a pair of yellow eyes glowing from those bushes over there," she told herself. Pocketing the package, she crept over to the bushes and was about to call her opponent out when a little black kitty came streaking out from them. "A cat? A cat? I was about to slay a little kitty cat?" she said out loud. "Where is your head today, Buffy?"
She looked at the kitty, which was now cowering underneath the same stone bench that she had just been pondering. It was young, maybe only a couple of months old, and looked like it hadn't had enough to eat since it had been born. "Here kitty, kitty," she called. "Come here kitty, I won't hurt you." Seeing the cat brought back memories of the night she had accompanied Spike to his game of kitten poker and the ensuing mess with the loan shark when she had thought she was Joan the Vampire Slayer. And then her mind drifted to that kiss that she and Spike had shared in the Bronze. "Why can't things just go back to the way they were?" she whispered. It was all so easy then. She and Spike could actually have a conversation without insulting each other or beating the other up. But then came the discovery that she had come back wrong somehow. Somehow his chip didn't work on her, and her insecurities with men came back even stronger. She knew that he could hurt her, not just physically, but emotionally as well. She was falling for him, but she couldn't make herself take that last step and actually admit to loving him. If she did, then he would hold all of the cards, and she didn't think that she could continue to go on living if one more beloved man in her life left her without a backwards glance. So she continued to pummel him, and insult him, and incite him to give her a reason to not like him.
She gave a sad sigh, and with a wry smirk said quietly, "All it takes is a little kitty, and I'm thinking about Spike."
While she had been contemplating her life, the little kitty had been slowly inching its way over to her. At first it had been scared of her; the woman had looked like it was going to hurt her, but then the woman had stopped, and had gotten a sad look in her eyes. The kitty realized this look, and being a very nice kitty, she went over to rub against the woman's legs and try and cheer her up. The kitty started purring as she was weaving her way in and around Buffy's legs, and the noise brought Buffy out of her sad interlude. She looked down and saw the little kitty and fell instantly in love with the fluffy little creature. She reached to pick it up, and the kitty settled into her arms like she had known her all her life. "Guess we have a new addition to the family," she told the little kitty. "Now what am I going to name you? I think I'll wait until I get home so Dawn can help me pick out a name for you. Of course, we'll have to stop by the 24 hour grocery store and pick up some food and litter for you. We can't have you going hungry anymore!" With that said, Buffy felt better than she had in the past two weeks, and she took off towards the grocery store.
A pair of intense blue eyes watched from high up in a tree as Buffy made her way out of the cemetery. A small smile had played on his mouth when he saw her pick up and cuddle the little kitten. "She will be happy," he said. "I swear it on my undead life."