The Bronze was packed when Buffy walked in, and headed to the bathroom. She knew the back of her head was just a scratch, but she needed to wash it off, and brush the evidence out of her hair. She spotted Xander, Cordy, and Faith over on their usual couch, and was unnerved to not see Willow anywhere. She quietly slipped into the bathroom, and ran warm water over a paper towel. She rung it out, and brought it to the back of her head. Just then the door opened, and what she saw stunned her. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t speak. Willow just stood there, staring back at the slayer. Buffy's eyes raked down the length of the red heads body, taking in the skintight clothing, the way the color of the shirt brought out her eyes, and that hair. Buffy sucked in a ragged breath, and wondered where Willow had been hiding a body like that. Buffy felt herself turn to jelly, and her arm slipped down from the back of her head, and the towel fluttered forgotten to the floor. Willow watched it fall, and gasped.

“Buffy, what happened?”

Willow walked towards her best friend, and touched her hand that had made its way back up to the back of her head. “Oh, its nothing. I just had a little accident.” Buffy shuddered as she felt Willow’s soft hands probing her head. Willow stepped around the back of her friend, and used a clean towel to clean the area. “It’s not as bad as it looks Buffy. Head wounds always bleed a lot, but still, you need to be careful.” Buffy closed her eyes as the sensation of Willows breath caressed her ear. “Thanks.” She managed to choke out. “I am always careful.”

Willow touched the back of Buffy’s neck, and sighed. The skin was so soft, and her fingers just glided across it. This was quickly growing out of control, and she didn’t care anymore. Willow threw caution to the wind, and brought her fingers around to touch Buffy’s cheek. She felt the slayer shudder, and lean heavily against her. Willow whimpered at the sensation leaning fully against her, allowing her to see her venerability. The red head ran her fingers across Buffy’s face, tracing the closed eyes, the soft cheeks, and shaped nose. Finally, her fingers slid across the slayers full bottom lip, and she sucked in her breaths raggedly. The pink tinted skin was soft against her fingers, and she felt the heat from Buffy’s breaths. Buffy snapped her head up, and turned around. She faced the stunned Willow and looked deep into her eyes.

“I want to kiss you Wills.” The slayer said breathlessly.

“I wish you would.”

Willow replied, and watched as Buffy’s eyes went to her lips. She saw the blonde head lean towards hers, and she closed her eyes. The first touch was tentative, a slight brushing of lips. It quickly escalated into a raging inferno that neither could control. Timid tongues met and brushed carefully, each not wanting to push the other to far, but both wanting the same thing. Willow wrapped her arms around Buffy, and pulled her closer, dominating the kiss. Buffy let her, willingly allowing someone else to be in control of her for awhile. They finally broke apart for air, and crashed together again. Youthful passion and exuberance taking the lead this time, and leaving them both light headed. Willow rested her forehead against Buffys. “Wow.” Was all she said. Buffy replied with a smile. Faith shut the bathroom door and kept everyone from walking in. You should pat yourself on the back kiddo. . . The brunette slayer said to herself, and smiled.

We kissed. It was so amazing. ~~Sent by Jess

Seriously? So did we. And amazing can’t even describe it. ~~ Sent by Raven

Yeah, I know. Well, I think that this is the last time that I am going to chat on here, and i just wanted to say bye, and thanks. ~~ Sent by Jess

Yeah, me too. I don’t really have the time to chat on here very much anymore. ~~ Sent by Raven

 Thanks again ~~Sent by Jess

 Same back to ya. Bye. ~~ Sent by Raven

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Willow smiled, and looked down at her shoes. Buffy held the door open for Willow to walk in. The red head stepped in and she shoved her hands in her pockets to keep them from shaking. “I rented some movies on Mom’s card. I didn ’t know what you would want to see, so I just got 5 different ones.” Buffy knew she was rambling, but she couldn’t help it. Here was Willow, the most beautiful creature in creation according to herself, going to stay the night. She was nervous.

“I don’t think that we will have time to watch 5 different movies Buffy.” Willow grinned.

Buffy smiled at the red head, and then found herself staring. Her own breathing broke her out of her revelry, and she ran her fingers through her blonde hair. “Let me get that bag, and take it upstairs.” Willow watched as Buffy picked up her overnight bag, and followed her best friend up the stairs. She had been up here lots of times, many times, but something about being in the slayers room now was different, and more than just a little bit scary. The red head was only half listening to the slayers talking, nodding when she deemed nesscary, and adding little “uh huh” every now and then. She was consumed with the intensity of what she was feeling. She was surrounded by everything that Buffy loved. It awed her that she was going to be part of that. They were standing close to eachother, Willow could smell the blondes shampoo, and that sent that she always had about her. It filled her senses, until there was nothing left. Buffy was consumed at how the streaming sunlight would catch the red hair, and how it would shine, and make Willow’s eyes glow. Buffy stopped talking. Willow stopped breathing. They just stared at eachother.

It seems like an eternity, standing there, both knowing what they wanted, but to afraid to even move. Buffy took the first move, smiling she said “Willow, I wish that you would just kiss me. . .” The red head needed no more prompting, as she carefully lowered her lips to Buffy’s. They were both stunned at the need that just this simple kiss created. Tongues touched, and Willow thought for sure that she was dying. They broke apart, and stared again. Willow looked down at her feet, but Buffy’s strong hand caught her chin and pulled her eyes up again. Green eyes were quickly filling with tears, and Buffy melted at the sight.

“Why are you crying?” She asked, hoping for the answer that she wanted to hear.

“I. . . I love you Buffy.” The redhead said before pulling the slayer to her, and hugging her tightly.

Buffy allowed this to take place, rejoicing inside. She felt like dancing, like running up and down the street a thousand times screaming, But all she did was whisper, “I love you too Willow.”