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krisrat. Untitled. Buffy/Willow. Chanukah and Christmas. Gave myself an aneurysm trying to write this.
Willow woke up early. She was first aware of the heavy weight of the overly hot body behind her. Buffy always did run hot at night. It was like having her own personal furnace in bed with her. Within minutes, Willow was fully awake. She was hesitant to move, knowing she’d wake her sleeping partner, but she couldn’t resist. Christmas didn’t come every day, after all.
Ever so carefully, Willow reached down beside the bed. She was just able to slide her hand underneath the nightstand and pull out a small box wrapped in shiny red paper. As she shifted, Buffy groaned beside her.
“Five more minutes, Mom,” she mumbled. Willow suppressed a chuckle and slid the box into the hand Buffy had splayed across her stomach. Buffy woke up instantly, her eyes darting wide open as she gasped.
“Santa came.” Willow said, rolling onto her side to watch. It always took Buffy a minute to catch up in the morning.
“You mean, he wasn’t thrown off by the big honky menorah this year?” Buffy asked with a teasing smile. Willow glanced behind her at the small table by the bedroom window. She hadn’t bothered to clean the wax off the menorah last night and it still sat, all shiny silver and with multicoloured puddles, displayed for all the world to see.
“Guess not,” she shrugged. She turned back to see Buffy holding out a second small box. This one was wrapped in blue paper.
“Chanukah stuff happens at night, Buff,” she said. Buffy smiled.
“I know, but it’s not fair for me to open a present and not you. Happy Chanukah, Will.” Willow smiled back and reached for the box.
“Merry Christmas, Buffy.”
And forpocky_slash. Sarah Jane Adventures. Picture day. Luke is embarrassed.
“Mum, stop fussing. I look fine.” Luke sighed as Sarah Jane adjusted his tie for about the tenth time. He nearly banged his head on the car door as he ducked to the side, narrowly escaping another attempt to fix his hair.
“I just want you to look your best for picture day.”
"Everybody is watching. Class starts soon. I have to go." He saw her fingers twitch and knew she wanted to mess with his clothes. He smoothed his own wrinkles and grabbed his bag from the floorboard. He was halfway out the door when she stopped him. He turned, but wouldn’t get back in the car, so she had to lean way over the seats to reach him. She slipped a bit and her elbow hit the car horn. It was what she did next that had Luke nearly dying of embarrassment. Everybody had seen it. She’d reached over and smoothed the fringe from his face.
With spit on her hand.
krisrat. Untitled. Buffy/Willow. Chanukah and Christmas. Gave myself an aneurysm trying to write this.Willow woke up early. She was first aware of the heavy weight of the overly hot body behind her. Buffy always did run hot at night. It was like having her own personal furnace in bed with her. Within minutes, Willow was fully awake. She was hesitant to move, knowing she’d wake her sleeping partner, but she couldn’t resist. Christmas didn’t come every day, after all.
Ever so carefully, Willow reached down beside the bed. She was just able to slide her hand underneath the nightstand and pull out a small box wrapped in shiny red paper. As she shifted, Buffy groaned beside her.
“Five more minutes, Mom,” she mumbled. Willow suppressed a chuckle and slid the box into the hand Buffy had splayed across her stomach. Buffy woke up instantly, her eyes darting wide open as she gasped.
“Santa came.” Willow said, rolling onto her side to watch. It always took Buffy a minute to catch up in the morning.
“You mean, he wasn’t thrown off by the big honky menorah this year?” Buffy asked with a teasing smile. Willow glanced behind her at the small table by the bedroom window. She hadn’t bothered to clean the wax off the menorah last night and it still sat, all shiny silver and with multicoloured puddles, displayed for all the world to see.
“Guess not,” she shrugged. She turned back to see Buffy holding out a second small box. This one was wrapped in blue paper.
“Chanukah stuff happens at night, Buff,” she said. Buffy smiled.
“I know, but it’s not fair for me to open a present and not you. Happy Chanukah, Will.” Willow smiled back and reached for the box.
“Merry Christmas, Buffy.”
And for
pocky_slash. Sarah Jane Adventures. Picture day. Luke is embarrassed.“Mum, stop fussing. I look fine.” Luke sighed as Sarah Jane adjusted his tie for about the tenth time. He nearly banged his head on the car door as he ducked to the side, narrowly escaping another attempt to fix his hair.
“I just want you to look your best for picture day.”
"Everybody is watching. Class starts soon. I have to go." He saw her fingers twitch and knew she wanted to mess with his clothes. He smoothed his own wrinkles and grabbed his bag from the floorboard. He was halfway out the door when she stopped him. He turned, but wouldn’t get back in the car, so she had to lean way over the seats to reach him. She slipped a bit and her elbow hit the car horn. It was what she did next that had Luke nearly dying of embarrassment. Everybody had seen it. She’d reached over and smoothed the fringe from his face.
With spit on her hand.