Xander was grounded. Both of their mothers were busy and couldn't take them to the mall or video store. The only solution was sitting in Buffy's room with a bowl of popcorn, a couple of caffeinated drinks, and praying that there was something interesting on television.
So far they were having no luck. It was just news, infomercials, cooking shows, and more infomercials.
Until Buffy took the remote away from Willow and changed the channel.
Willow gapped at the screen, her face rapidly changing to a cute shade of red resembling a tomato. "They… they're… this is…"
"It's porn. Kinda funny isn't it?"
"I can't watch this!" Willow exclaimed, throwing a hand over her eyes to block the image of the two women kissing and groping each other. Then peeked through her fingers.
"Girls really do… that?" Willow squeaked.
"Yeah. You ever tried it?"
Willow shook her head, still distracted by the figures on screen.
"Well, here you go." Before Willow could react, Buffy was in front of her, holding her face softly between her hands. Then her lips brushed softly against her own.
After just a couple of moments of being too shocked to move, Willow opened her mouth to allow Buffy's tongue more access and wound her fingers through the blonde's hair. All that she could feel were Buffy's lips, Buffy's hair, Buffy's fingers as the caressed her cheek. She knew that nothing would ever feel this good again.
"See, all you have to do is imagine that it's a guy you're kissing, and it feels good." Buffy explained when she pulled away, leaving Willow gasping.
Willow didn't mention that it hurt that Buffy was thinking about Angel when she kissed her… or that she didn't have to imagine that she was kissing anyone but Buffy.