Title: So I’m a Little Bit Gay
Author: Autumn Dark
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: W/T, B/F, X/A
Summary: Set in season 4. Backgrounds are o/c, but storyline diverges when the story begins.
After Buffy convinces Willow to attend a school dance with her, Willow meets a beautiful blonde stranger who she finds herself falling for more and more quickly the more she comes to learn about her. Questions of sexuality must come into play as the W/T naughty goodness must ensue.
Warnings: Season 4 spoilers. Explicit sexual scenes in later chapters.
Disclaimer: All characters and plot backgrounds are property of creator Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and probably all the networks that ran/run BTVS. Just borrowing a few of my favorite characters for awhile who all shall be return unharmed. I don’t own any of it except for the original plot of this story, so please don’t sue me. I’m a poor college student just amusing myself for a short time. I could give you my guitar, but that’s about all that I have.
“Thoughts in italics”
**indicate flashback**
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“But Buffy, I really don’t think this is such a good idea. What if something goes wrong? What if I, What if I look like a doofus?”
“Relax Will,”Buffy said leading her red-headed friend down the small corridor. “You’re not going to look like a doofus. Besides, I’ll be there the entire time. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
Willow sighed knowing how stubborn the little blonde slayer could be sometimes, and slumped her shoulders in defeat.
“Fine. But you so owe me for this later. I mean it’s not every day I submit myself to this type of torture voluntarily. Not that I ever like torture, because torture, very bad what with the pain and meanness, and...torture. Yep, definitely not something of the pleasant variety.” Willow stated, finishing her mini-rant only to find Buffy had stopped walking and was now giving her a odd look.
“I highly doubt anyone but you would consider this torture Willster.” Buffy said giving her best-friend a skeptical look. She paused then continued,“Look, if you really don’t want to do this...,” she proceeded to give her best big puppy dog eyes.
“Ugh, you had to use ‘the look’ didn’t you. No, I’m doing this, because now, I know if I don’t your going to go all pouty slayer on me.” Buffy stuck out her lower lip in protest. “See! That’s exactly what I mean. You know my fragile heart couldn’t handle that for long. Let’s just get this over with. The quicker we get in there, the quicker we get out.”
Buffy smiled and did a small happy dance. “Yay! That’s the spirit Willow.” She looped their arms together and continued on their short journey down the corridor. They could hear the low drum beat of a song playing in the distance and flashing lights started to faintly play across the dim corridor walls.
As the music and lights grew more prominent they came to a pair of double doors with a banner reading ‘End of Semester Dance’ strung across the top.
“We’ve had a long hard semester Will. Midterms are over and it’s our time to kick back and let loose.” Buffy stated emphatically. “Now lets gets in there and find us some hot pieces of man. It’s been too long since I’ve seen my Willow get all googly-eyed and giddy over a nice, handsome, young gentleman and I’m starting to miss that. I promised you that this night was going to be fun, and that is exactly what you better plan on doing.”
Willow just groaned and rolled her eyes as she stepped by Buffy and pushed open the doors. Both girls stood at the entrance for a moment scoping out the scene.
A large area in the center of the gym was a mass of dancing bodies, moving with the beat of the dance music being emitted from the numerous speakers placed throughout the place and being directed by the DJ booth at the far back. A food and drink bar lined the left wall, and various tables, booths, and chairs were scattered wherever there was free space along what was left of the area. Flashing lights filled the dance area, and streamers, balloons and other decorations were randomly
and plentifully strung around the entire hall.
“Wow,” Buffy remarked in slight awe. “They really went all out didn’t they?”
Willow didn’t respond as she was to busy trying to pull her top higher up her chest as she glanced at how many people were actually there.
“How in the world did I actually agree to letting Buffy pick out my clothes for tonight.”
She looked down at herself and shook her head remembering how exactly Buffy got her into this skank outfit.
*Earlier*
“Willow, are you ready to go!” Buffy called out as she walked into the young wicca’s room while putting on her other earring. She had chosen a fitted red tank top and a pair of skin-tight leather pants that made her butt look as if it was poured into them.
“These definitely ought to attract some very good attention tonight!” she thought to herself.
She had finished the simple yet sexy outfit off with a pair of stylish, yet affordable boots, and a pair of large silver hoops. Her loosely curled blonde hair bounced as she hopped out the red-heads bed and as she took one look at the discarded pile of clothes laying next to her on the bed, and at a certain scantily clad witch standing in front of a near empty closet, she decided that no, Willow was definitely not ready to go...unless she planned on going in her underwear which would definitely attract a lot of attention.
“Go Willster,” thought Buffy, then she wondered why she hadn’t thought of that first, but when she saw the panic stricken look on her best-friends face she realized how ridiculous her thoughts were.
Willow’s whole posture screamed helplessness and Buffy was not one to leave her friends in need of assistance.
“No need to worry, for the mighty slayer of ‘clothing indecisiveness’ is here to rescue you from this dilemma!”
Willow grinned in relief, but also shook her head at how goofy her friend could be.
“Thank you oh Dorificus slayer.”
“Watch it now. I don’t have to help you here.” Buffy retorted, digging through the massive pile of clothes.
“Well, it was your idea for us to go to this lame dance,” Willow replied with a huff, then seeing a way out, “But if you don’t want to help me then...”
“No! You’re going, and that’s final. Ever since Oz left, you’ve been all mopey girl.”
Willow looked down at the mention of her ex-boyfriends name. Buffy got up from the pile of clothing with a sigh and put her arms on her dearest friend’s shoulders.
“Look, I know that it’s been hard Willow, but it’s been a year. A year. It’s time for you to realize he’s not coming back, and move on; start having fun again. And besides, a night out is just what Doctor Buffy ordered..”
With that, the petite blonde picked up a dark, purple velvet skirt that was ankle length save the two slits on each side that almost reached a naughty height, and then handed Willow a fitted olive green blouse that exposed a small section of midriff on her tummy, not to mention a good portion of her chest too.
“Buffy, I don’t know. I mean isn’t it too...skank much?” Willow said sticking her chest forward as she scrutinized herself in the mirror. “Oh! Hello there! Where did you come from?” she asked looking down at her chest.
“I would call it mucho sexy, especially on you, you red-headed little goddess you.” Buffy quipped giving Willow’s flipped hair a pat as she said the last part in baby talk.
“Uh, thanks...I think.” Willow said brushing away her hand while turning from side to side see if anything seemed out of place, or too revealing.
“Okay, just hurry down stairs or we’ll be more than just fashionably late.” Buffy said as she walked out of the room
“Alright, let’s just get this over with.” Willow said to her reflection hoping the night would pass quickly. It’s not that she didn’t want to have fun, it was just that since Oz had left she had been feeling less than up to putting herself in the position to be exposed to that kind of hurt again. What was the use of meeting new people when all they did in the end was leave you.
“Nope, looking for love is not number one on my list right now,” She thought.“But what harm could it do to amuse Buffy’s little whims of fancy for one night. I mean, it’s not like I’m gonna meet my soul mate at some lame college dance” she scoffed at her reflection. “Right?”
Keep it up!
