Hey All. I still don't own Buffy, Spike, etc. etc. etc.... FOX does! No suing the penniless fiction writer!
This is part II of Buffy: Unexpected. It's pretty tame but consider it a little bit of foreplay to whatever comes next.
Again, please please please let me know what you think! Thank you everyone that responded to Part I. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. Thank you all, and enjoy part 2 of "Unexpected"
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Buffy awoke the next day to the smell of pancakes. Blueberry pancakes. And scrambled eggs! It had been the first time since her mother had died that she could remember being treated to such odors in the morning. She wondered groggily into the kitchen and saw Tara at work over the stove. She wore her mother's old apron and was humming a tune Buffy did not recognize.
Tara noticed Buffy and swung around with a big smile upon her face.
"Hungry?" Tara asked.
"Starved!"
"Well, sit down. The toast is almost ready."
"You didn't have to do this!" Buffy said. Though she was having a hard time hiding the fact that she was very happy Tara had gone to the trouble.
"I know. I wanted to."
"Are Willow and Dawn up yet?"
"I knocked on their doors. Haven't seen either one up and about."
"I better go and check on Dawn. I know she's a senior now, and technically an adult now that she's 18, but I'm still in charge and the last thing I want her doing is missing school."
"Give her hell!"
Buffy sprang up the steps. She heard the shower running and it reminded her of how badly she must have smelled. She sniffed her shirt that she still wore from the day before. No mistaking these smells either. Sex with Spike left a distinct mark on her that seemed to linger for a couple of days no matter what she did to mask it. She figured it was half her imagination and half her heightened senses that came with the calling. Either way, it would have an affect on her for the rest of the day.
Just the thought of Spike could make Buffy tingle. The smell of Spike, especially when it smells like this, would elicit memories of all of their recent experiences together. It never failed to make her want to run right into his arms and allow him to start the process all over again. Well, never failed until right now at least. Buffy simply made a mental note to shower and change once she had gotten Dawn off to school. Her late night rendezvous with Spike seemed oddly distant.
Buffy quietly opened Dawn's door and peered inside. As expected her younger sister was still sleeping. Dawn's arms were wrapped around a large pink pillow that she clutched to her head. Her legs were pinned to her chest leaving her in an almost fetal position. She noticed immediately that Dawn was wearing one of her shirts that she had just recently specifically forbidden Dawn from wearing. The Slayer noted how the shirt, which was designed to show off the wearer's midriff, rode a little higher on Dawn who was slightly taller than Buffy. Buffy reached out to shake Dawn awake, placing her hand on the small patch of skin exposed on her left side between where the shirt ended and her flannel pajama pants began.
"Time to wake up Dawn."
"Ten more minutes," was the sleepy reply as Dawn spun around leaving her back to Buffy.
"No chance. It's getting late and Tara made breakfast. You keep complaining about having to eat cereal every morning so you better take advantage of this one." Dawn didn't move. "Don't make me pick you up and throw you in the shower. I'll do it!"
Buffy was only joking initially but then the thought seemed to be gaining in appeal the more she considered it. She went to reach for the youngest Summers' member when Dawn rolled out of bed on her own volition and stumbled into the bathroom. Buffy was almost sorry that she'd given in so easily. As Buffy walked out of the room and back to the kitchen, she recalled that she hadn't yelled at Dawn about borrowing her clothes without asking.
As Buffy passed the bathroom she noticed that the sound of the water running had ceased. She called out to Willow that breakfast had been made and to hurry down or she would miss it. Willow explained that she needed five more minutes and seemed out of breath as if she were doing her best to get ready as fast as possible.
Inside the bathroom Willow was indeed franticly getting dressed. She was practically giddy thinking about seeing Tara and finding out how well the spell had worked. Willow was not sure what to expect. While she had the utmost confidence in her own abilities, the spell had failed to mention how quickly it would take affect and how powerful it's affects would be on the spell's target.
Willow attempted to quell her excitement but it was an effort in futility. All she could think about was being with Tara again; in public and in private. She had missed the touch of another. When she had lost Oz, the first time, she had felt a great emptiness inside her. However, it was nothing like this. Oh, she had loved Oz, but her relationship with him was more mental than physical. While they had had sex, it was not something that she missed.
Far from it. Oz was her first, and he had been so tender, so gentle. In so many ways, Oz was the perfect man in Willow's mind. Which is why, when she hadn't enjoyed sex with Oz she had blamed herself. Why was it not better? Why did it hurt even after the first time? Only after experiencing sex with a woman did Willow stop blaming herself. Her body just wasn't made for intercourse with a man. And it was oh-so perfect with a woman….
True to her word, Willow arrived to the kitchen shortly after Buffy did. There she found Buffy and Tara working on the feast that Tara had prepared. Food was everywhere and Willow wondered if Tara had used a spell to aide in her cooking. Willow smiled to herself thinking that if Tara had used magic in the same house as her then that in-and-of itself was another in a long line of minor breakthroughs. After they first broke up "magic" was a four-letter word as far as Tara was concerned, at least in Willow's presence.
