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Authors Note: Yes, it's been awhile since I've updated, but school has a tendency to ruin my fun. And writing fic is one of the few ways I do that, so here we are. Thanks to all who reviewed, I can't tell you how much I love reading them. Well I could, but it would take several pages. If you have any advice, or want to see something happen in the story, feel free to tell me, I'm very open to ideas. Hell, if you want to be IN the story that's fine too, I'm sure we could work something out. And if anyone reading this doesn't like the fact that it's about two girls, well then you can flame my story as well. I won't take anything flamers say into consideration, but I will laugh hysterically.
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Isis- PWP isn't my style. I pride myself as a writer, no matter what it is. There will always be point, even if I write a short fluffy one shot.
SavageLove
Paint Pursuits
It had been about a week since Angel and Oz had left town, and the once broken souls of Buffy and Willow were healing up exceedingly well. It might have been getting Willow's room ready that took their mind off of things, or making plans for homecoming. Whichever it was, the girls were happy, and spending more time together than they ever had before.
Not that it was just the two of them alone, Cordelia, Faith and Xander were usually floating around somewhere, the younger slayer being the most frequent. It seemed that three girls had a lot in common, even Willow and Faith, who had been originally threatened by the other, and their importance in Buffy's life. That was over now, having come to a silent understanding, Faith knew that she was the sister slayer, and possible friend to the blonde. She also knew that Willow was Buffy's best friend, and if she didn't know any better, potential love interest.
Today the three we painting Willow's room, it was next to Buffy's and across from the bathroom. The color of choice was a pale green, and the trimmings were done in a light blue. The read head had wanted a room that reminded her of the ocean, so the comforter going onto her bed would be done in pastels, the same hues as her walls.
Buffy and Faith were making the painting a competition, as they did with everything. Trying to see who could paint the fastest without missing any spots. Normally Willow would have admonished the slayers for their childish behavior, but since it was getting the room done far quicker than she could have hoped, the witch let them be.
"I win," Buffy exclaimed, turning to Faith and sticking out her tongue. The blonde had finished her wall in about a minute, and the darker slayer was only a few strokes behind. Nonetheless, Buffy had won, as she had stated, and was now basking in the joy of finally outdoing Faith, after days of trying.
Faith clapped half-heartedly and rolled her eyes, "Woo. Go Buffy. What is that one to twenty? Givin' me a run for my money there, B" Willow snorted at the brunettes mockery, earning her a glare from the smaller slayer.
"Oh c'mon, Buffy," Willow appealed, "You guys have been going at it for days now. So Faith is better than you at many things; basketball. Monopoly, soccer, baseball, balancing spoons on her nose, chugging Gatorade…It doesn't make you any less of a person, or a slayer for that matter."
"Yea," Faith agreed, nodding her head. Then adding with a smirk, "It just makes me cooler than you." Buffy let out a low growl, which, during slaying, would make any opponent quiver with fear. In this scenario, with Willow and Faith, it just made them bust out laughing. Neither of them had any reason to fear the petite slayer, Faith could hold her own, and Willow knew Buffy would never hurt her. Empty threats, or growls, meant nothing to either.
Buffy sighed, and sat on the newspaper covered floor, "How is that, even though I just out-painted Faith, I'm still the one being made fun of?" The blonde asked with a pout. Faith and Willow shared a look before sitting on the ground next to Buffy, the redhead hugging her, and the brunette patting the girl on the back.
"We only do it because we love you," the witch told the sulking teen.
"And because it's wicked easy," Faith added sincerely.
"Thanks for cheering me up guys," Buffy replied sarcastically.
"Anytime," Faith said, getting to her feet. She looked around the room to make sure she had everything with her. Once sure that she did, the younger slayer turned back to the pair on the floor, "Alright kiddies, I'm outta here. Got me a hot date."
This seized Buffy's interest, "Oh really, and who is the lucky boy?"
Faith gave a peculiar smirk, "Cordelia Chase."
Their mouths nearly hit the floor. Had Faith just used Cordy and date in the same sentence? Surly they were mistaken, or the world was ending. It was the Hellmouth, apocalypse was always a possibility. Whatever it was, something unnatural was effecting the younger slayer.
"Guys," Faith called, snapping her fingers in front of the pair, "I was only kidding, I am going out with Queen C, but it's just to hang out. God, who knew you two were homophobes."
This caught Willow's attention, "Hey, we're not homophobic. It's just…" Willow trailed off, looking for the right words. Buffy seemed to have them.
"It's just that Cordelia doesn't seem like your type, guy or girl. She's way too self-involved for you," Buffy defended herself and Willow, "Plus, I'm pretty sure Cordy's straight, and you, well I'm not too sure about you Faith."
"Is anyone?" The brunette asked with a smirk, then added, "Cordelia isn't as conceited as she likes to let on. Thought you two would have picked up on that by now, what with all the time we've all spend together.
"Anyways," the younger slayer continued, "Me and C got some shopping to do, she's gonna make me all pretty, or whatever. Later days." With that, Faith strolled out of the newly painted room, and left the house without even a squeak of the steps. The girl had stealth when she wanted to, which wasn't nearly as often as Buffy would have liked. That's another story, for another day, however.
Buffy shook her head and turned to the girl next to her, "So, now that Miss Ambiguously Straight has left the building, what should we do?"
Willow giggled at the joke, then shrugged, and casually leaned back, picking up one of the paint soaked brushes as she did so. Buffy hadn't noticed the action. "Oh I don't know," the redhead said with a sigh. She then leaned towards Buffy, "You've got some paint on your face."
Buffy frowned, and started wiping at her cheeks, "Where is it?"
"Here," Willow stated, and swiped the brush across the blondes face, leaving a thick green stripe, and a very astonished Buffy. The shocked look soon turned into a devilish gleam as the slayer dipped her hands into a tray of paint, and tackled the witch. Blue paint was now streaming down Willow's hair, and there was a hand print of the same shade on her thigh.
Grabbing a paint can, the redhead charged at Buffy, who tried to grab the can from Willow. The effects of this left both girls lying on the floor, rather covered in the thick green goo.
"Ow, and eww," Willow commented from her place on the floor next to Buffy.
"Yeah, I'd have to agree," Buffy replied, then rolled over to face the redhead, and leaning on her elbow, "You ever think about playing football, you'd be one hell of a tackle."
Willow let out a soft chuckle, "This coming from the slayer. I think I'll leave all the overly active activities to you, and I'll stick to the research. Plus, I'm pretty sure I just pulled a muscle."
"Oh don't be such a hypochondriac, you're gonna be fine," Buffy playful scolded the redhead. Who gave a mock frown in return.
"I'm serious, and when did you start using words like hypochondriac?" Inquired the witch. It was uncharacteristic for the slayer to being using words with more than six letters in them.
The blonde laughed and stood up, not feeling the need to answer one of Willow's many odd questions. It's not as if Buffy was dumb, she just mispronounced the names of demons, and occasionally mixed up the Civil War with the American Revolution. That didn't mean she didn't know the meanings of big and complex words.
"I'm gonna take a shower, because…eww," Buffy said, looking down at her clothes in disgust. "I don't even want to think how bad my hair looks right now."
Willow looked the slayer up and down, personally, she didn't think her friend looked bad covered in paint. Especially when it made the girls stick to her body in the most interesting places. Snapping out of her thoughts, Willow replied, "Your hairs find, Buff. You're one of those people who look good in just about anything."
The girl blushed, "Thanks Will, you don't look so bad yourself. Maybe you should dress in paint more often. It certainly compliments you," Buffy added, giving the redhead the slightest of once-overs. When she was done with her examination Buffy made her way to the bathroom, calling out over her shoulder to the witch, "Could you make so lunch? I'm starving."
"Yea, sure," Willow replied, getting off the floor herself, and stretching a bit. In all honesty, she was a bit confused. Granted she had already realized her feelings for the blonde this week, but that didn't mean casual comments as to what the witch wore, didn't catch Willow off guard. The statement had been incredibly suggestive, as was the lingering stare that accompanied it. All of this, in the redhead's mind, added up to one thing: Buffy, her best friend for the past couple years, was not only switching teams, but was batting for Willow. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions, but the crimson haired girl was almost always right about her predictions, as many of her physics labs had proved.
Willow's lips quirked into a smile, this was good information, she thought, as she walked down the steps and into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator and getting out the sandwich meats, the redhead came to a decision. Starting today, she was going to pursue the slayer.
Some may say that it was too soon, that Oz had just left, that Willow needed time to adjust and heal. The girl in question, however, didn't particularly give a damn what everyone else thought. Having to be the one who constantly looked out for other's feelings who, the one who never got to do what she really wanted, well it sucked. So not this time, if Willow wanted to be with Buffy, and by some miracle of God, the slayer felt the same way, screw everybody else and their opinions. It was Willow's tie to be happy.
Buffy slipped into the shower, letting the steaming hot water fall down onto her skin. She turned around and ran her hair under the flow, reaching out for some shampoo to wash out the clumps of green and blue staining her golden locks. Though it wasn't just her hair that was troubling her slayer. A certain redhead had been running through her mind of late, and the frequency of those thoughts, as well as the depictions within them, were getting increasingly disturbing. And if their most recent encounter proved anything at all, then Buffy had more than just thoughts to deal with. If what the slayer was feeling, was more than just some odd rebounding, then it was high time she dealt with the idea of falling for her best, and female, friend.
But that couldn't be happening, Buffy rationalized, she was as straight as they came, wasn't she? Didn't Pike, Ford, and Angel, if nothing else, prove her attraction to the opposite sex. Then again, the blonde couldn't deny the numerous times her eyes had wandered to one pretty girl or another. But didn't all girls do that? Check out other girls to see what they were wearing, to find some new style that they wanted? Yes, girls did do that, but Buffy hadn't been looking at Willow's clothes moments ago, and if she was, it wasn't because she wanted to get a similar outfit. No, it was because Buffy would have like nothing more than to rip the paint covered garments off the redhead and do profane and immoral things to the girl. Things that would make Howard Stern blush.
Okay, it was time to switch to a cold shower for the slayer. Anymore thoughts like these, and she may just go and do some of them. Or all of them…several times for that matter.
And speaking of naughty things, what the hell was that last line she said to Willow about? Granted, Buffy was falling hard for the redhead, it was time she admitted that to herself, but was it necessary to flaunt the issue about? Buffy shook her head to herself.
"Maybe you should dress in paint more often," Buffy muttered to herself in disgust. "What am I turning into Xander? Willow beware, Buffy's coming for you, with bad pick-up lines and all."
Buffy turned off the shower, and then paused, rethinking what she had just said. Was she really going to pursue this…whatever it was with Willow? Would it be worth risking the friendship?
No, Buffy decided, it wasn't worth losing Willow, but the slayer wasn't going to let that stop her. Yes her friendship with the redhead meant the world to her, nevertheless this just felt too right, too fated to leave it alone. The slayer was moving onto her next prey, a beautiful and intelligent crimson haired witch.
Authors Note: Yes, it's been awhile since I've updated, but school has a tendency to ruin my fun. And writing fic is one of the few ways I do that, so here we are. Thanks to all who reviewed, I can't tell you how much I love reading them. Well I could, but it would take several pages. If you have any advice, or want to see something happen in the story, feel free to tell me, I'm very open to ideas. Hell, if you want to be IN the story that's fine too, I'm sure we could work something out. And if anyone reading this doesn't like the fact that it's about two girls, well then you can flame my story as well. I won't take anything flamers say into consideration, but I will laugh hysterically.
Feedback: Well duh. Did you even read the AN? You didn't? What the hell are you waiting for? Go!
Thanks to:
Charmed Lassie
PhoenixJay27
TutorGurl
Isis- PWP isn't my style. I pride myself as a writer, no matter what it is. There will always be point, even if I write a short fluffy one shot.
SavageLove
Paint Pursuits
It had been about a week since Angel and Oz had left town, and the once broken souls of Buffy and Willow were healing up exceedingly well. It might have been getting Willow's room ready that took their mind off of things, or making plans for homecoming. Whichever it was, the girls were happy, and spending more time together than they ever had before.
Not that it was just the two of them alone, Cordelia, Faith and Xander were usually floating around somewhere, the younger slayer being the most frequent. It seemed that three girls had a lot in common, even Willow and Faith, who had been originally threatened by the other, and their importance in Buffy's life. That was over now, having come to a silent understanding, Faith knew that she was the sister slayer, and possible friend to the blonde. She also knew that Willow was Buffy's best friend, and if she didn't know any better, potential love interest.
Today the three we painting Willow's room, it was next to Buffy's and across from the bathroom. The color of choice was a pale green, and the trimmings were done in a light blue. The read head had wanted a room that reminded her of the ocean, so the comforter going onto her bed would be done in pastels, the same hues as her walls.
Buffy and Faith were making the painting a competition, as they did with everything. Trying to see who could paint the fastest without missing any spots. Normally Willow would have admonished the slayers for their childish behavior, but since it was getting the room done far quicker than she could have hoped, the witch let them be.
"I win," Buffy exclaimed, turning to Faith and sticking out her tongue. The blonde had finished her wall in about a minute, and the darker slayer was only a few strokes behind. Nonetheless, Buffy had won, as she had stated, and was now basking in the joy of finally outdoing Faith, after days of trying.
Faith clapped half-heartedly and rolled her eyes, "Woo. Go Buffy. What is that one to twenty? Givin' me a run for my money there, B" Willow snorted at the brunettes mockery, earning her a glare from the smaller slayer.
"Oh c'mon, Buffy," Willow appealed, "You guys have been going at it for days now. So Faith is better than you at many things; basketball. Monopoly, soccer, baseball, balancing spoons on her nose, chugging Gatorade…It doesn't make you any less of a person, or a slayer for that matter."
"Yea," Faith agreed, nodding her head. Then adding with a smirk, "It just makes me cooler than you." Buffy let out a low growl, which, during slaying, would make any opponent quiver with fear. In this scenario, with Willow and Faith, it just made them bust out laughing. Neither of them had any reason to fear the petite slayer, Faith could hold her own, and Willow knew Buffy would never hurt her. Empty threats, or growls, meant nothing to either.
Buffy sighed, and sat on the newspaper covered floor, "How is that, even though I just out-painted Faith, I'm still the one being made fun of?" The blonde asked with a pout. Faith and Willow shared a look before sitting on the ground next to Buffy, the redhead hugging her, and the brunette patting the girl on the back.
"We only do it because we love you," the witch told the sulking teen.
"And because it's wicked easy," Faith added sincerely.
"Thanks for cheering me up guys," Buffy replied sarcastically.
"Anytime," Faith said, getting to her feet. She looked around the room to make sure she had everything with her. Once sure that she did, the younger slayer turned back to the pair on the floor, "Alright kiddies, I'm outta here. Got me a hot date."
This seized Buffy's interest, "Oh really, and who is the lucky boy?"
Faith gave a peculiar smirk, "Cordelia Chase."
Their mouths nearly hit the floor. Had Faith just used Cordy and date in the same sentence? Surly they were mistaken, or the world was ending. It was the Hellmouth, apocalypse was always a possibility. Whatever it was, something unnatural was effecting the younger slayer.
"Guys," Faith called, snapping her fingers in front of the pair, "I was only kidding, I am going out with Queen C, but it's just to hang out. God, who knew you two were homophobes."
This caught Willow's attention, "Hey, we're not homophobic. It's just…" Willow trailed off, looking for the right words. Buffy seemed to have them.
"It's just that Cordelia doesn't seem like your type, guy or girl. She's way too self-involved for you," Buffy defended herself and Willow, "Plus, I'm pretty sure Cordy's straight, and you, well I'm not too sure about you Faith."
"Is anyone?" The brunette asked with a smirk, then added, "Cordelia isn't as conceited as she likes to let on. Thought you two would have picked up on that by now, what with all the time we've all spend together.
"Anyways," the younger slayer continued, "Me and C got some shopping to do, she's gonna make me all pretty, or whatever. Later days." With that, Faith strolled out of the newly painted room, and left the house without even a squeak of the steps. The girl had stealth when she wanted to, which wasn't nearly as often as Buffy would have liked. That's another story, for another day, however.
Buffy shook her head and turned to the girl next to her, "So, now that Miss Ambiguously Straight has left the building, what should we do?"
Willow giggled at the joke, then shrugged, and casually leaned back, picking up one of the paint soaked brushes as she did so. Buffy hadn't noticed the action. "Oh I don't know," the redhead said with a sigh. She then leaned towards Buffy, "You've got some paint on your face."
Buffy frowned, and started wiping at her cheeks, "Where is it?"
"Here," Willow stated, and swiped the brush across the blondes face, leaving a thick green stripe, and a very astonished Buffy. The shocked look soon turned into a devilish gleam as the slayer dipped her hands into a tray of paint, and tackled the witch. Blue paint was now streaming down Willow's hair, and there was a hand print of the same shade on her thigh.
Grabbing a paint can, the redhead charged at Buffy, who tried to grab the can from Willow. The effects of this left both girls lying on the floor, rather covered in the thick green goo.
"Ow, and eww," Willow commented from her place on the floor next to Buffy.
"Yeah, I'd have to agree," Buffy replied, then rolled over to face the redhead, and leaning on her elbow, "You ever think about playing football, you'd be one hell of a tackle."
Willow let out a soft chuckle, "This coming from the slayer. I think I'll leave all the overly active activities to you, and I'll stick to the research. Plus, I'm pretty sure I just pulled a muscle."
"Oh don't be such a hypochondriac, you're gonna be fine," Buffy playful scolded the redhead. Who gave a mock frown in return.
"I'm serious, and when did you start using words like hypochondriac?" Inquired the witch. It was uncharacteristic for the slayer to being using words with more than six letters in them.
The blonde laughed and stood up, not feeling the need to answer one of Willow's many odd questions. It's not as if Buffy was dumb, she just mispronounced the names of demons, and occasionally mixed up the Civil War with the American Revolution. That didn't mean she didn't know the meanings of big and complex words.
"I'm gonna take a shower, because…eww," Buffy said, looking down at her clothes in disgust. "I don't even want to think how bad my hair looks right now."
Willow looked the slayer up and down, personally, she didn't think her friend looked bad covered in paint. Especially when it made the girls stick to her body in the most interesting places. Snapping out of her thoughts, Willow replied, "Your hairs find, Buff. You're one of those people who look good in just about anything."
The girl blushed, "Thanks Will, you don't look so bad yourself. Maybe you should dress in paint more often. It certainly compliments you," Buffy added, giving the redhead the slightest of once-overs. When she was done with her examination Buffy made her way to the bathroom, calling out over her shoulder to the witch, "Could you make so lunch? I'm starving."
"Yea, sure," Willow replied, getting off the floor herself, and stretching a bit. In all honesty, she was a bit confused. Granted she had already realized her feelings for the blonde this week, but that didn't mean casual comments as to what the witch wore, didn't catch Willow off guard. The statement had been incredibly suggestive, as was the lingering stare that accompanied it. All of this, in the redhead's mind, added up to one thing: Buffy, her best friend for the past couple years, was not only switching teams, but was batting for Willow. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions, but the crimson haired girl was almost always right about her predictions, as many of her physics labs had proved.
Willow's lips quirked into a smile, this was good information, she thought, as she walked down the steps and into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator and getting out the sandwich meats, the redhead came to a decision. Starting today, she was going to pursue the slayer.
Some may say that it was too soon, that Oz had just left, that Willow needed time to adjust and heal. The girl in question, however, didn't particularly give a damn what everyone else thought. Having to be the one who constantly looked out for other's feelings who, the one who never got to do what she really wanted, well it sucked. So not this time, if Willow wanted to be with Buffy, and by some miracle of God, the slayer felt the same way, screw everybody else and their opinions. It was Willow's tie to be happy.
Buffy slipped into the shower, letting the steaming hot water fall down onto her skin. She turned around and ran her hair under the flow, reaching out for some shampoo to wash out the clumps of green and blue staining her golden locks. Though it wasn't just her hair that was troubling her slayer. A certain redhead had been running through her mind of late, and the frequency of those thoughts, as well as the depictions within them, were getting increasingly disturbing. And if their most recent encounter proved anything at all, then Buffy had more than just thoughts to deal with. If what the slayer was feeling, was more than just some odd rebounding, then it was high time she dealt with the idea of falling for her best, and female, friend.
But that couldn't be happening, Buffy rationalized, she was as straight as they came, wasn't she? Didn't Pike, Ford, and Angel, if nothing else, prove her attraction to the opposite sex. Then again, the blonde couldn't deny the numerous times her eyes had wandered to one pretty girl or another. But didn't all girls do that? Check out other girls to see what they were wearing, to find some new style that they wanted? Yes, girls did do that, but Buffy hadn't been looking at Willow's clothes moments ago, and if she was, it wasn't because she wanted to get a similar outfit. No, it was because Buffy would have like nothing more than to rip the paint covered garments off the redhead and do profane and immoral things to the girl. Things that would make Howard Stern blush.
Okay, it was time to switch to a cold shower for the slayer. Anymore thoughts like these, and she may just go and do some of them. Or all of them…several times for that matter.
And speaking of naughty things, what the hell was that last line she said to Willow about? Granted, Buffy was falling hard for the redhead, it was time she admitted that to herself, but was it necessary to flaunt the issue about? Buffy shook her head to herself.
"Maybe you should dress in paint more often," Buffy muttered to herself in disgust. "What am I turning into Xander? Willow beware, Buffy's coming for you, with bad pick-up lines and all."
Buffy turned off the shower, and then paused, rethinking what she had just said. Was she really going to pursue this…whatever it was with Willow? Would it be worth risking the friendship?
No, Buffy decided, it wasn't worth losing Willow, but the slayer wasn't going to let that stop her. Yes her friendship with the redhead meant the world to her, nevertheless this just felt too right, too fated to leave it alone. The slayer was moving onto her next prey, a beautiful and intelligent crimson haired witch.