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Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: PG for now, it may go up to NC-17 if I can pluck up the courage!
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love.
Notes: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fic’s on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.
Chapter 3
“Operation library? Oh no, Buffy please. No pseudo army type activity. It’s a girl, a library, not a beach-head with an invading horde of nasties” As she spoke, Willow’s hands whirled around like mini windmills emphasising her nervousness at the thought of Buffy going into military mode.
Buffy stuck out her bottom lip and gave Willow her best pout. “No, Buffy. Be my friend, not my commanding officer” continued Willow.
“If you’re sure, then fine,” said a resigned Buffy when confronted by the red-heads resolve face. “What’s your plan of attack then?”
Willow shrugged her shoulders and offered weakly “Hang out at the library, wait, worry, wonder, weminisce”.
Buffy looked at her strangely, “Weminisce?”
“Sorry, just trying to keep the W theme going” Willow explained suppressing a nervous laugh.
“Ok, Will, your way it is. Will’s way with waiting, worrying and weminiscing” alliterated Buffy before dissolving into giggles.
Willow watched her friend laughing at her own words and broke into a huge smile, ‘Things will be fine, Buffy is with me and I can do this’. She looked at her watch, eyes wide with panic “Buff, not to break up your laughter fest, but, I gotta go do that job across town”.
Buffy snorted as she calmed down and the laughter subsided, “Oops, sorry Will, yeah, me too. Mom has a date tonight and I’ve gotta babysit the brat. Y’know, there’s something very wrong when your Mom has a date and it’s you that’s sitting in on a Saturday night. It’s like the universe is outta balance or something “
Willow smiled at Buffy’s comment and remembered how sad Buffy had been when Reilly had been posted away, but four months later her friend was her usual bubbly self. They’d talked about the difficulties of long distance relationships and how a clean break was the best thing all round. They’d talked about a lot of things during that time, including the fact that Willow thought she was ‘kinda gay’.
Buffy didn’t freak. Buffy didn’t say her name over and over again in a weird way. Buffy had been cool, and Willow had been relieved that her relationship with Buffy hadn’t changed. Any doubts Willow had, had disappeared when Buffy hugged her best friend and said “No matter what, Will, you have me. Gay Willow. Straight Willow, Bi Willow. Everyone needs a Willow”
“You’ll meet someone else Buffy, as sure as little green apples is little green apples, he, or she” Willow teased “could be just around the corner”.
“You never know Will, you never know. Bye, see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Bye, Buff, say Hi to the brat for me”
Out on the street Willow searched her bag for the piece of paper she knew was there, reading it she headed off down Main Street past the Sun Cinema. She looked up at the awning to read the name of the movie playing that week.
‘Of all the libraries, in all the world she had to walk into mine’ Willow thought in her best Bogey impression as she noted that Casablanca was playing. She laughed softly to herself as she made her way to the address on the paper.
As she walked she thought back to the morning’s events and the blonde with the nice ass. She closed her momentarily and pictured the blonde. The girl not only had a nice ass, but beautiful blue eyes and a warm inviting smile. ‘Yeah’ thought Willow, ‘Stop fixating on the ass, there’s more to admire than that. Her voice was nice too, not that she said much what with you babbling on like an idiot. But she did say she used the library often. And what was all that with Buffy. Operation library. That was Reilly’s influence, dumb soldier boy. A girl like… who?.... arg!! I need a name. I can’t keep saying ‘the blonde’. Why didn’t I get her name? Why didn’t I tell her mine? Stupid Willow, stupid, stupid, stupid!!. Anyway a girl like her, needs more finesse. You just can’t go in all guns blazing, can you?’
Willow walked on, checking the address again when she came to a sudden stop. The heel of her right hand repeatedly came into contact with her forehead. “Stupid, stupid stupid” Willow said again out loud this time to herself and to two passers-by who give her a wide berth and strange looks. Blushing, Willow realised what she had done and blushed all the more. ‘The book, she checked out the book. She was leaving when I did, she didn’t have time to look at it in the library… she checked out the book’ If Willow had looked up and seen light bulbs above her head she would not have been surprised. ‘Ok, Rosenberg, that’s better use of the grey cells.’ She looked at her watch, it was 2.15pm. ‘Damn, can’t go back to the library and make this appointment too. Argg!!! I wish I wasn’t old reliable, if I blow off this work I could make it back to the library before closing, but I have an appointment. A job with real money at the end of it for a few hours work. I need the name, I need the money. What to do, what to do… Buffy, I need Buffy’
Fumbling in her bag Willow found her cell phone and hugged it to her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. With shaking hands she flipped it open and with the press of few keys rang her best friend’s number.
Buffy’s phone was ringing, once, twice, three times. Four, five. “C’mon, c’mon, Buff, don’t fail me now.” Six, seven, “Scooby, Scooby Doo, where are you?” Willow shuffled from one foot to the other in the hope that her movements would hasten Buffy to the phone.
Eight, nine, “Hi, sorry I can’t come to the phone right now…” Buffy’s voicemail message kicked in, “No, no, no” Willow almost cried.
“Leave a message after the beep”
“Buffy, it’s Willow. I have her name. Well, no I don’t have her name, but I know how to get it. I need you Buffy. You gotta get to the library, Buffy. Buffy, nod if you understand. She checked out a book, Buffy. The one I gave her. The librarian will have her name, oh my god, Buffy, her name and her address. The library closes at 3.30pm. You should make it on time. I have to go Buffy, I’ll ring you later. YES!! I’m gonna know her name”
Willow closed the phone and breathed a sigh of relief and headed to her appointment with a happy heart and a lighter step.
Across Sunnydale, in the basement of 1630 Revello Drive, Willow’s best friend Buffy was doing her laundry, headphones in, her ipod on full volume, and her cell phone under a pile of clothes.