5/06/05

Revelations

AN: Ohh, this one! I love this one! It has a special place in my heart, no matter how silly or Crackfic it's like. I actually managed to write a lot down before I just couldn't figure out what to do next. However, it has a distinction of being one that I mapped out mentally what was going to happen in the future down the way, so who knows? I may end up writing more! Yay! I hope I do.

So, this part seems to be Willow/Faith femslash, but the overall story was going to be Willow/Tara, I swear. I guess I just love having Willow and Faith being naughty together. *grin*

Cordelia took a deep breath. Her, it was all her fault. She had decided to do it. Cordelia knew that Xander didn't have the strength to turn down anything. It must have been her. Somehow. With Anya behind her, and at her last straw, she looked out over the quad of Sunnydale High and intoned, her voice hard with emotion, "I wish Willow Rosenberg was gay!"

"Done." Anyanka smiled, letting her demon face appear. However, no clap of thunder split the air, and she frowned, trying again. "Done!" Nothing, again. "What the hell…?" she muttered to herself, not realizing that Cordelia had already walked on. Looking over at an arguing couple, she willed the boy to hit himself.

Watching as he did, her frown got deeper. This was new. For once, a scorned woman had wished for something that was already true. Grumbling to herself, she became human once again and scurried after her client. Stupid clause of her contract; she could only leave after she performed a wish.

"That makes sense, doesn't it?" Cordelia turned to her, not even noticing that the other brunette hadn't been with her the whole time. "She's a little lesbian, isn't she?"

"Who? Willow?" Anya asked.

"No, the Chanel model. Who else would I be talking about?" Cordelia tossed her hair over her shoulder. "God, all this time she's been little 'miss innocent' with Oz and Xander! It's so pathetic! Just look at the way she dresses! Birkenstocks and everything!"

The popular girl was really getting into her rant. Anya rolled her eyes. Get on with the wishing! she muttered to herself. "But what about Xander?" she piped up, "Don't those stupid males always get turned on by that girl-on-girl stuff? Don't you find that disgusting?"

But Cordelia didn't hear her. "Oh, ewww…" she suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall, bringing her books even closer to her chest. "What if she's been fantasizing about me? I've seen the way she looks at me! I just know there's something going on in her head about me. You know," she said triumphantly, turning to confirm her hypothesis with Anya, "that's probably the reason she went after Xander! So he would break up with me!"

"Mmhmm." Anya was beginning to lose interest.

"God, that conniving little lesbo! How devious she is! She's so innocent on the outside… How she must be playing with all of us! It's all an act, isn't it?"

Anya nodded tiredly along. She almost had to smother a yawn. Stupid mortals!

Narrowing her eyes, Cordelia almost snarled. "People need to know this! They need to see the true her!"

Anya perked up. Now this sounded promising! "Don't you just wish everyone would know about her?" she asked. "That would put Xander in his place, wouldn't it? Make a fool of him?"

"Of course!" Cordelia laughed. "But that's not good enough! I need to expose the real person Willow is. I need for everyone to see just how devious she is! I need them to know her disgusting lesbian manipulations. I need them to know exactly what she did.

"In fact," Cordelia's voice became low and serious again, "I wish that every single lesbian thought little miss Willow Rosenberg had, she would automatically say! That would be funny, right? It would certainly alienate the little stealer-of-boyfriends!"

But Anyanka didn't hear the rest of her chatter. "Done!" she crowed triumphantly, glad to hear the sudden thunderclap in the air. She could feel her magic coil around her body, ready to flow out and find the girl it was meant to change. With a mental flick, it detached, heading straight towards the school library. Confidant, Anyanka decided to wait around to see what kind of mischief this would bring up. She had added her own twist to the spell…

***

Willow suddenly sat up straight in her chair. Confused, she looked around the library, tucking some red hair behind her ear. Seeing nothing, she frowned and turned back to the comic book she had been reading, sure that the weird feeling she had felt was just her own imagination.

It was actually quite an interesting comic. Having borrowed it from public library, she had picked it because of the odd title. Revolutionary Girl Utena, by Chiho Saito. Usually not into reading comics as much as Xander was, this one had interested the high school teenager. Having passed it on her way to the checkout desk, she had stopped. The style of the art intrigued her – Japanese animation and manga were a secret passion of hers – and the picture of two girls, one with white skin and pink hair, the other with darker skin, Hindu-looking, with purple hair and a bindhi on her forehead, in an odd embrace, the pink-haired girl holding a sword, had interested her even more. So, on impulse, Willow had grabbed it from the comics' shelf and added it to her stack.

And, reading it now, the redhead was sure of one thing. "The two are together, aren't they?" she said aloud.

She frowned. Why had she spoken out loud? She hadn't meant to. Nobody was in the library with her.

"Utena and Anthy are soo attracted to each other!"

She jumped, surprised to realize that she had spoken again.

"They're looking at each other, and gosh, they're even engaged! What did the people in Japan think?"

Willow slapped a hand over her mouth. There she went again! She had spoken even though she hadn't meant to! What was wrong with her? Looking down at the comic, she was beginning to get weirded out. Closing it, she glanced at the cover once more before sliding it into her bag.

"They're so pretty…" she breathed, zipping up her bag. I wish I could draw like that.

Faith decided to ooze through the door right when Willow was beginning to fear that something was really wrong with her. "Hey, Red," Faith said, sliding over to take a seat next to her on the top of the table. "What's up in your little Wicca head?"

As the redhead looked up to acknowledge the other Slayer, she opened her mouth and said, "Wow, what a skanky shirt. What must Faith do to her breasts to get them to look like that, or is it natural? And does she ever not look like she's prowling for sex? I wish I could sometimes attract as much attention to my body as she does. But then again, I'm not as attractive as she is."

Willow turned white, and she started to shake. "I just said that out loud, didn't I? Now I'm going to mention the fact that she's incredibly toned and powerful, and that her pants are incredibly hot yet skanky and – and why am I saying these things!?" The redhead whirled around. She started to mumble to herself.

Stunned, Faith blinked. She had just been complimented…in an insulting way. What was the redhead witch playing at? "Hey, Red," she said gruffly, jumping off of the table, "What was that? You tryin' to become a letch?" She walked around to face Willow, who had her eyes tightly shut.

"She has a smoky voice." Startled green eyes flew open to stare at her, and Willow spoke again, "And the most piercing brown eyes." The girl squeaked, running away from her to behind a tall bookcase.

"Yo, Red, this your way of flirtin' with me?" Faith asked, almost too surprised to remember that she had to keep her tough façade up, "Cuz' it ain't too original! When did you decide to leave the stick?"

"I didn't!" Willow retorted, her voice floating across the room, "I'm not flirting with you! I'm just suddenly saying things out loud! It's not like I look at your breasts – but they are so shapely and she smells nice when she stands close to me. It's like a passion perfume that she just emits out. I wonder if Buffy is that fit? Or is it just Faith that has that alluring aura around her? It must be because she's so mysterious. I've always had a thing for mysterious people… - Oh my God!" Her voice became strangled.

Faith lifted an eyebrow. She could hear Willow talking to herself in desperate tones. It really did seem like she didn't know what she was saying. It was very disturbing. However, the Slayer figured she could have some fun… Willow was pretty cute when she was blushing.

Using her senses to figure out which bookcase the redhead was hiding behind, the brunette grinned anticipatorily as she saw the smaller girl curled up with her arms around her knees, her hands clapped tightly over her ears. Her eyes were clenched shut. Walking over to where she stood right in front of her, Faith smirked and nudged Willow with her foot. What would her next babble reveal?

Green eyes opened cautiously, and then Willow eeped when she saw who was standing above her, trying to disappear back into the bookcase. "Oh Goddess," she murmured, "Look how close she is! Does she have to thrust her pelvis at me?"

Faith grinned, leaning down, affording the mortified girl with an ample view of her cleavage. Eyes wide, Willow blushed and tried to shove the younger girl away, all the while spouting, "Stop it! She makes me so uncomfortable! I wish she would stop smoldering sexuality!"

The Slayer just continued grinning, her strength keeping her standing even through Willow's ministrations. She decided to up the ante. Kneeling down so she was on the same level as her prey, she planted her arms on either side of Willow's head, leaning in close.

Willow choked. "I, I can feel her breath…"

"That's the point, sweetie," Faith purred, beginning to feel herself become heated. She had never really thought of seducing the red-haired Wicca before, but now found it completely enthralling. The words Willow was spouting couldn't have helped any more than they did, and made the Slayer's actions all the more languid. Willow wanted to be around her? She'd get her.

"Oh my God, oh my God." Willow's eyes dilated and her gaze darted down to Faith's lips. "What, what am I doing? What is she doing? She's not even holding onto me, why aren't I running?"

"Because you don't want to."

"Yes I do! No, no I don't. You're right. No! You're wrong!" Willow licked her lips. "Her eyes are so deep. She's so warm. Why can I feel her heat? Is it a Slayer thing? Why am I so breathless? Why –!"

Faith cut her off, tired of her babble. God, Red, she thought right before she settled her lips over Willow's, just shut up! She could feel Willow's surprised mouth suddenly still against her, and she was pleasantly surprised by its softness.

Willow trembled. Moving her arms down to the redhead's shoulders, Faith slowly deepened the kiss. For some reason, she didn't feel like going straight for the prize. She was liking this a bit too much.

Willow's mouth opened tentatively under hers, and Faith was afforded the sweetness right behind her lips. Oh God, she didn't think this would feel so good.

"What the hell is going on here!?" And suddenly, Faith was wrenched away, thrown across the room into a nearby bookcase.

And there was Buffy, hazel eyes flashing and exuding righteous fury. She stood in front of Willow, shielding her friend, glaring at Faith with all the anger she could muster showing on her face.

The brunette, groaning a bit and biting back an expletive as she pushed herself off of the splintered wood – Buffy's force having been that great – glared back. Crossing her arms in front of her chest and adopting an apathetic expression, she drawled dispassionately, "Why don't you ask the red witch that? She's the one who started it."

A sharp bark escaped from the blonde's mouth. "I find that hard to believe." If looks could kill…

"Uhm, Buffy? Buffy." A slender hand reached out from behind the Slayer, and Willow tugged on the blonde's shirt.

Buffy's eyes barely flickered to look at her.

"I'm fine, really. It's just that Faith's lips were so hot, and gosh! She's just so hot, and the kiss really was that good – how does she know how to kiss anyway, and oh! Oh! I'm saying this out loud, aren't I?" At that outburst, Willow's face seemed to crumple, and hot tears started to squeeze out of her eyes.

"Willow? Willow!" Finally taking her attention off of the other slayer, Buffy turned to her friend, her expression almost slack-jawed. "You… You initiated it?"

Willow shook her head, then nodded, shook her head again. Her jaw was clenching so hard it looked like it hurt. Finally, as even more tears erupted, it looked like she lost the physical battle. "Buffy!" the redhead wailed, "I'm so attracted to both of you!" Even as she was sobbing, Willow's mouth was talking, babbling over and over it was making it hard to breathe.

"I-I-uh," she choked out, pain in her chest blossoming, her throat constricting, "I can't breathe. I can't… So sexy! No! Please no – heart beating so fast whenever around – no, God no – strong fingers caressing places – I, God, no, I, uh, gah…" Willow's face started to turn blue as she doubled over.

"Uh, Buff…?" Faith's eyes flicked back and forth between the girl she was just kissing to her light counterpart, feeling a little helpless, "What's goin' on?"

"I was going to ask you that!" Buffy yelled out, trying desperately to keep her friend up and breathing, her hands digging into the redhead's shoulders. Her confusion at the words her friend was spouting could take a backseat. With horror, she realized that her best friend was having trouble breathing. "Faith. Faith!" she yelled again, "Find Giles! Get him here, quick!"

With a quick nod and a blurted out "Sure thing" Faith raced out of the library.