Title: Dinner

Story Description: Willow decides to show Buffy how she truly feels about the blonde Slayer… with dinner.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimers: All things Buffy belong to Joss and Co.

Author’s note: Story takes place first season of Buffy. I want to warn you this story is currently unbetaed but once it has been I will replace this with the updated version.

Dinner…

Willow swallowed nervously as she stared at the house as she thought about the pass few days, when Angel had given Buffy his jacket Willow suddenly understood the very odd and yet powerful feelings she had for her blonde friend. After some soul searching and a bit of research on the internet she decided to take Buffy’s advice from their first night at the Bronze, “Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead.”

And now the moment was fast approaching and she found herself fighting the instinct to turn around and run home. Taking a deep breath Willow made her way up to the Summers residence carrying her heavy bag full of groceries in her arms, she had her gym bag draped, with several change of clothing in it, over her shoulder. Once at the door it took Willow several moments to get her nerves under control before she felt confident enough to ring the door bell. It didn’t take too long for Buffy’s mother Joyce to answer the door.

“Willow! Oh Buffy’s not home yet, she’s staying late at school helping that librarian Mr. Giles.” Joyce explains after opening the door.

Willow gave Joyce a tight smile before replying, “Oh I know, I heard about your overnight trip to LA and thought I surprise Buffy with a movie and sleepover so she wouldn’t be alone.”

“Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea, though,” Joyce leaned over to take a long peek into the grocery sack, “I must say that’s an interesting selection of movie snacks.”

Willow felt her face turn red with embarrassment and not a hint of alarm, “AH… well… you see I figured I cook Buffy supper and since I didn’t know what you had I picked up some stuff, it’s all healthy and not in any way roma…” Willow snapped her mouth close to cut off her babbling before it revealed anything. When Joyce simply stared at her with a particular expression on her face Willow felt her heart lodging in her throat with fear, but suddenly to her surprise Mr. Summers gave Willow a small smile and said as she stepped aside, “Well that sounds like a great idea Willow, so why don’t you go on into the kitchen and don’t be afraid to help yourself to anything you need, OK?”

“Oh! OK, thanks Mrs. Summers.” Willow exclaimed with relief as she entered the house to make her way to the kitchen. Joyce did stop her though to take her gym bag from her with the words that she would drop it off in Buffy’s room for her.

Willow set the grocery bag on the kitchens island and set about emptying it, spreading the ingredients out within easy reach. Once done she looked over all of the stuff she had bought to double check she hadn’t forgotten anything, to her dismay Willow saw that she had missed something, something very important to her plans. Running her fingers through her hair Willow moaned in disappointment, “I forgot the candles!”

“Candles?”

Mr. Summers voice caused Willow to almost levitate in shock, looking up she saw Buffy’s mother standing I the kitchens doorway with a puzzle and yet oddly amuse expression on her face.

“Candles!” Willow exclaimed, she then stammered out, “Ahh… ca-candles yes I need some, just in case…” To Willow’s horror her mind went completely blank, leaving her standing there wringer her hands in nervous consternation.

Once again Joyce gave Willow that particular smile as she tilted her head to the side, “Power outage?”

Willow stared at her blankly for a moment until her mind caught up to what the older woman had said, “YES! Power outage,” Willow cried out overly enthusiastically, nodding so fiercely that her hair flew around her head in a red halo, “always be prepared is my motto!”

“OK,” Mrs. Summers replied in a voice that shook as if she was suppressing oddly enough, at least to Willow, laughter. Then Buffy’s mother’s eyes drifted over to a red bottle that Willow had forgotten to hide. But before she could say anything Willow blurted out, “Non-alcoholic!”

“That’s good to hear,” Joyce replied, she then turned away calling over her shoulder, “I know just the candles for you, want me to leave them on the dining room table.”

“Sure!” Willow called after the departing form, “Thank you!”

Willow slumped against the countertop; she could hardly believe that Buffy’s mother bought her explanations, Willow’s very weak explanations. With a sign she made herself straighten up, she had a dinner to prepare.

About a half an hour later Mrs. Summers, carrying a wooden box, entered the kitchen where Willow was still busy cutting up all of the fresh ingredients, though there were already several pats and a skillet on the stove simmering, filling the kitchen with mouth watering smells.

“Willow, I found some candles for you and,” she sat the box down on the counter, “I found some plates and such you can use to server dinner.”

“Thank you.” Willow said, after setting the knife down Willow hurried over to open the wooden box, what she saw made her look up at Joyce in stunned silence.

Joyce simply smile as she said, “They been in the family for several generations and well…” for once the older woman seem to be at a loss for words, “they just been up in the attic gathering dust and it’s about time they are put to good a use.” And much to Willow’s surprise Joyce reached out to pull Willow into a quick hug and before letting her go she place a light kiss on Willow’s forehead as she whispered, “Good luck.” Joyce then turned abruptly and left the kitchen, soon after the sound of the front door opening and closing fallowed.

Willow stood there with her mouth hanging open speechless, she then shook herself while saying out load, “Naaa, she’s just being nice,” her eyes strayed over to the open box that proudly display the very old and expensive china and silver wear held within it, “She couldn’t have guess could she?”

Later…

On returning from her short patrol, Giles orders’ shocking enough, Buffy was surprise at the wonderful aromas that greeted her when she opened the front door to her house, with the empty driveway Buffy knew her Mom wasn’t home. “Hello?” Buffy cautiously called, being the Hellmouth she wasn’t too sure what to expect.

Though seeing Willow pop out of the kitchen was the last thing she expected to see, it was a very pleasant surprise. “Buffy!” her red head friend cried out with a big beaming smile aimed at her.

“Yelp that’s me,” Buffy tilted her head, unknowing mimicking her mother from earlier, “So what’s the special occasion?” Buffy suddenly noticed what Willow was wearing, a new pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves, with a green silk button up blouse tucked into them. Buffy absently noted that the blouse color matched the green of Willow’s eyes rather beautifully; she also saw that her best friend had gold sandals on her feet. Her nails of her toes and fingers were painted a deep red and there were just a supple hint of makeup. Willow must have done something with her long hair for it glistened beautifully in the lamp light. All in all Willow made for a very appealing sight that made Buffy’s heart thump in her chest.

For ever since the first day she had laid eyes on Willow, Buffy had harbored a bit of crush on the red head. It was a first for Buffy, having feelings like that for another girl and even if she wasn’t a Slayer, Buffy would still have hesitated for fear of ruining her friendship with Willow. The Slayer package was just the final nail in the coffin, pun intended.

But now Buffy found those buried feelings roaring to life and she had a sudden and very domestic vision of what it would be like to come home to this every day. The impossibility of it hurt.

Giving Willow a slightly strained smile Buffy said, “Looking good there Will and something smells fantastic.” Buffy wanted to tell her best friend just how lovely she looked but fiercely squashed the impulse.

Willow blushed as she ducked her head, though not before Buffy saw the very please smile that curved her lips, Willow then looked up to say, “Buffy you got time for a shower before dinner is ready.” She gave Buffy a bashful smile, “I know how you like to clean the vamp dust off after a patrol so I figured in shower time for my Slayer.”

Buffy watched as Willow’s eyes widen as her faced paled in shock at her very apparent unwanted verbal slip. It took all of Buffy’s willpower not to react to what Willow had said, forcing herself to speak in a normal tone of voice she replied, “That’s sounds good to me, I won’t be long.” With that she hurried up the steps to her room, though not before she saw the relief spreading across Willow face.

Once she had closed her bedroom door Buffy leaned her head against it as she fought to get her emotions under control. “It was just a slip of the tongue,” Buffy savagely thought to herself, “she didn’t mean for to sound like it did.”

Once she had her nerves settled Buffy made her way to the closet and after pausing in thought she chose her outfit. A light blue pullover blouse paired with a white skirt and like Willow she chose a pair of sandals, though these were white instead of gold. Carrying the clothing with her Buffy left her bedroom to take a quick shower.

It wasn’t until she caught herself taking time with her makeup after her shower that it struck Buffy like a physical blow that she was treating this like a date. For a moment she stared at her reflection in the mirror with the lipstick poised above her lips. She almost decided to wash her face clean but then resolutely finish what she had started. For she had decide that for tonight she would make belief that it really was a date and not a dinner fixed for her by a very good friend instead.

After leaving the bathroom Buffy started down the steps with the intent of helping Willow with finishing the dinner preparations, but instead she found her friend waiting for her at the bottom of the steps. The admiring look on Willow’s face made something low in Buffy’s stomach jerk and she found herself purposely slowing her steps as she added a little more sway to her hips.

Buffy felt a very strange mixture of pleasure and hope at Willow’s reaction to her little show. The red head seemed almost in a trance as her eyes roamed across Buffy’s body, they seem to linger particularly on her swaying hips. Soon her little trip down the steps came to an end and as Buffy stepped off the last step Willow looked at her with heavily lidded eyes to say in a husky voice, “Beautiful, you’re really beautiful Buffy.”

The raw emotion in Willow’s voice struck Buffy momentary speechless and before she could finally make herself comment to what Willow had said, her friend looked away flushing in acute embarrassment. Willow gestured with one hand towards the dining room as she nervously said, “Dinner is served.”

Buffy was sadden to see that her friend wouldn’t look her in the eye as she led Buffy into the dining room. Buffy came to a sudden stop in shock once she got a good look at the table. There were two large beeswax candles that she remembered her mother buying some time ago, but with how expensive they were she hadn’t wanted to burn them. Then her eyes landed on the familiar china and silverware that graced the table.

Willow, who had gone over to pull a chair out for Buffy, on seeing the look on Buffy’s face, surmised correctly what had startled her blonde friend, with a slight stammer she said, “Your mom gave me the candles and china to use.” Willow half heartily waved at the food, “But the food I cooked.”

“Well I have to say if it tasted half as good as it smells I know I’m in for a treat.” Buffy said to Willow as she made her way over to the chair her friend had pulled out for her. There was a bit of awkwardness when Willow tried to push the chair in for Buffy, but finally Buffy was seated and Willow made her way over to her own chair directly across from Buffy.

“Oh god Willow this is fantastic!” Buffy exclaimed with real pleasure after taking her first bite and she wasn’t kidding in the least. The main dish was some kind of chicken pasta dish with alfredo cheese sauce. There were also cherry tomatoes and peppers mixed in, everything blended together to make her taste buds explode with gastronomical delight.

At first the two of them just ate in a slightly strained silence, both were enjoying the meal but they were also very nervous. It was Willow who first broke the silence by asking Buffy how her day at school went. Buffy quickly took the offered conversation topic and soon the two of them were happily chattering away about this and that. Though throughout the meal the two of them traded heated looks and sometimes one of them would slowly stop talking to stare at the other. Unspoken words hanging in the air between them, then the spell would be broken by a sudden change in subject and they would be off once again talking up a storm.

Finally after a long and wonderful meal Buffy leaned back with a content sign after devouring the last piece of her strawberry cheesecake that Willow had made for their desert. Looking across the table at Willow she said, “Willow, your cooking beats my mom’s hands down. You really outdid yourself tonight.”

Buffy’s comment earned a bright smile from her red head friend as Willow shyly mumbles, “You were worth it.”

The two of them took the time to wash the dishes, especially Buffy’s mother’s china and silverware. Buffy did the washing while Willow dried and put everything neatly away. The cleaning was done in silence, for Buffy she felt like a magical evening was coming to an end and judging by the look on Willow’s face she felt the same.

But Buffy didn’t know what to say, or if she was truthful to herself, she was afraid to say anything, afraid that maybe she had completely misinterpret the looks Willow had given (and Buffy had returned) during their meal. Then the moment came that the last china plate was put away, the last silver spoon cleaned.

Buffy turned to face Willow, opening her mouth to say something, anything to break the growing silence when to her surprise Willow reach over to rest a single finger across Buffy’s lips. Effectively silencing her. Willow licked her own lips before saying in a breathless voice, “Just one more thing Buffy before this night ends, please just one more thing.”

Buffy quietly nodded her head, causing her lips to run slowly up and down Willow finger pressing against them. The sensation caused a surprising powerful jolt of arousal to crash through her body; that left her feeling slightly breathless.

Judging by the hitch in Willow’s breathing and the fluttering of her eyelids Willow had felt something also. Willow then trailed her finger across Buffy’s mouth and down the side of her neck. Buffy couldn’t help herself from closing her eyes as she let out a small moan of pleasure as she felt Willow’s finger ghost across her should and down her arm to gently clasp her hand. With a slight tug Willow lead Buffy out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards the front of the house. After telling Buffy to stay in the archway that led into the living room, Willow went about dragging the two chairs closer to the wall and pushed the coffee table up against the couch.

Willow then walked over to the small stereo and turned it on after inserting a CD that had been lying beside it. Soon soft romantic music filled the dimly lit living room. Willow then walked to the center of the room and held out a trembling hand to Buffy as she said in a voice choked with emotion, “Can… can I have this dance?”

Instead of verbally answering Buffy took several quick strides across the living room carpet to gather a very surprise Willow in a tight embrace. With her arms wrapped securely around Willow waist and her chin resting on her shoulder, Buffy simply began to sway with the music while holding on to Willow who had stiffened at first from her action, but to Buffy’s delight, her red head companion soon relaxed enough to mirror her embrace.

Buffy didn’t know how long they stood there, their bodies swaying to the music, but it had been long enough for her to enter a slight dazed as she reveled in the feel of Willow’s body pressed against hers. The she felt her red head friend stiffen, but when she tried to pull back to see what was wrong Willow tighten her grip around her waist as she softly said, “Wait.” In Buffy’s ear.

Buffy could easily use her Slayer strength to force the issue but instead she let herself relax against Willow, singling to Willow her compliance.

“Buffy.” Willow said in a trembling voice.

“Yes?” She replied, her own voice heavy with emotion. Their bodies had come to a stop, though they still tightly held onto each other.

Buffy could feel Willow beginning to violently shiver, “I… I… I’m in love with you.” Willow’s words were muffled and rushed, but Buffy heard them none the less. She closed her eyes as if in pain as she buried her face against the side of Willow’s neck. Buffy desperately wanted to say those five words back, but she found herself mute. How could she condemn Willow to a relationship with someone with her Calling.

With her silence her only answer Willow gave out a gasping sob full of anguish and tried to tear herself away while saying in a pain filled voice, “Oh God Buffy I’m sorry.”

Something broke inside of Buffy at hearing the agony in Willow’s voice, with only a slight use of her Slayer strength she grabbed Willow by the arms and forced her to face her and before Buffy could stop them words came pouring out of her mouth, “Willow I’m in love with you to. I think I have loved you ever since I first saw you that day by the water fountain.”

“You love me?” Willow said in wonderment, Buffy could see hope beginning to shine in her friends tear stain eyes.

“But Willow,” Buffy said her voice rough with grief, “What right do I have starting something, something wonderful, with you only to die, cause hey,” Buffy felt her lips twist into a bitter smile, “Slayer here and we both know the life expectancy of a Slayer.”

Willow stared at her with such an intense gaze that Buffy had to make herself not to look away. Then Willow said with absolute certainly, “Then live.”

Buffy stared in shock, struck silent by the words Willow had uttered, but before she could formulate a reply Willow went on to say, “Buffy we all are going to die someday, maybe tomorrow I will be hit by a car, or a month from now a vampire will get me,” Buffy could help to flinched at the last statement, Willow moved closer to caress the side of Buffy’s face with one hand, “What we do, what we are a part of makes it all the more important to live. One hour at a time, one day at a time. Like you said Buffy, Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead.”

Willow pulled Buffy to her so that their hips were touching rather intimately and in a voice full of absolute conviction said, “And you missy are my day so I’m going to seize you!”

Staring deep into her friend’s eyes, eyes full of love, Buffy came to a decision and simply let go of all of her objections. Giving Willow a coy smile Buffy said in a husky voice, “Well when you put it that way there isn’t anything I can do except…” She let her voice trail off suggestively.

“Except?” Willow whispered, her eyes darkening with desire.

Buffy’s lifted her hands to gently cup Willow’s face as she brought her lips closer to Willow’s, “Except this.”

They kissed.

The first thing that Buffy noticed was how wonderfully soft Willow’s lips were and she could tell Willow had no experience at kissing either. After several minutes Buffy pulled back, earning a whine of protest from Willow. Meeting Willow’s glazed eyes she asked, “So does that answer your question?”

For a moment Willow just stared at her with a faraway look in her eyes as she licked her lips, before answering in a distracted manner, “Oh… uh… yeah.”

“Good.” Buffy said softly as she once again leaned forward to capture the red heads lips with her own. This time Willow reciprocated must more intensely, than when Buffy felt the time was right she turned up the heat.

Opening her mouth she flicked her tongue across Willow’s slightly swollen lips, causing her to jerk in surprise, but soon afterwards Buffy felt those wonderful lips slowly part, allowing Buffy’s tongue entry.

Buffy’s tongue eagerly dove into the warm and moist interior, to be met by Willow’s tongue as the red head quickly caught on to the new experience.

Their tongues weren’t the only thing touching, their hands danced and glided across the others back, shoulders and arms. Then to Buffy’s surprise she felt the back of her blouse being slowly tugged out from under her skirts waist band and then Willow’s oh so warm hands sliding across the bare flesh of her lower back. This time it was Buffy her moaned in delight into Willow’s mouth.

Willow’s rather forward action spurred Buffy into taking some of her own, Buffy ran her hands down Willow’s silk cover back to grasp the delectable denim cover butt of hers, giving the twin globes a firm squeeze, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Willow.

Buffy felt Willow’s fingers circling around her ribs as the trace the underside of her bra strap, Willow’s fingers left goose bumps in their as they followed the band as it circled under her arms and then Buffy felt those magical fingers brushing the cloth cover undersides of her breast.

Buffy threw her head back as she whimpers at the erotic feelings coursing through her body, she felt Willow’s fingers begin creep up the side of both her breast. The she felt the pads of Willow’s thumbs pressing and sliding their way up the center of either breast, causing the material of her bra cup to slip across her swollen and very sensitive nipples. But then those heated fingers stopped their advancement as the blouse Buffy wore prevented any further progress.

Letting a swear word that would’ve gotten her grounded Buffy took a step pack, earning a noise of protest from Willow. Buffy looked deep into Willow’s heavily lidded eyes, knowing that the lust, the need were shining in them were reflected in her own. Giving Willow a very come hither smile Buffy reached down, crossing her arms over her stomach as she grasp the bottom of her blouse and in one smooth motion pulled it up and over her head.

The look on Willow’s face was priceless, she stared in open mouth wonder at Buffy with such intensity that it caused Buffy to blush with a combination of arousal and embarrassment. Tossing the blouse away from her Buffy spread her arms out as she struck a pose with one leg out before the other, “Like what you see?” She asked in a playful and yet sensual tone.

“Oh yeah,” Willow replied as her eyes seem to be fixated below Buffy’s chin, Willow then, with apparent force of will, looked up to look Buffy in the eye and said with utter conviction, “Beautiful.”

Willow then took a step towards her but Buffy, feeling a bit of wantonness, dropped one arm back to her side as she held up the other in front with her palm out facing, causing Willow to come to an abrupt stop, hiking an eyebrow up Buffy said, “Aren’t you a little overdressed?”

Willow froze for a moment, but then with a playful and yet sultry look she began to slowly, oh so slowly, unbutton her blouse. Buffy watched captivated as Willow started with the lowest button first, as the her fingers made their way up more and more tantalizing flesh slowly came into view. Then the last button came undone under slightly trembling fingers and with a slight shrug Willow let her blouse slide off her shoulders to fall to the carpeted floor.

The view literally left Buffy speechless, whereas Buffy’s bra was rather tame, sexy, yet still tame; Willow’s wasn’t in long shot. The dark red material covering her very perky breast was transparent except for some strategically place swirls that covered the nipples, yet at the same time left so much usually hidden flesh revealed. Also the contrast between the dark red materials to Willow’s naturally pale skin tone made the sight even more arousing.

Spreading her arms Buffy looked Willow in the eye and said in a husky voice, “Come here.”

Taking two quick steps Willow once again melded her body against Buffy’s, but this time without the blouses separating them, the contact was intensely erotic for the two teens. Flesh, heated and with a slight sheen of sweat slid across flesh, as both young woman moaned at intimate contact. Both hissed with pleasure as their harden nipples pressed against one another, the sensation heighten with the lessening of material separating them.

After giving Willow another long and heated kiss, Buffy began to trail kisses and little licks down side of the red heads neck. Simultaneously Buffy cupped Willow butt with one hand, while the other she planted in the middle of Willow’s back, and using her Slayer strength lifted her girlfriend off the floor, causing Willow to instinctively wrap her legs around Buffy’s waist.

Buffy felt Willow lean her upper body back slightly, offering more of her tantalizing flesh for Buffy’s oral administrations. Accepting the gift Buffy ran her lips and tongue lower down Willow’s neck and then across her chest as she slowly made her way towards the couch with her oh so precious cargo in her arms.

Buffy heard the long moan of pleasure Willow let out as Buffy ran her tongue down between her breasts, then the moan became a whine as Buffy switched direction, trailing her tongue across the red head’s flesh peeking just above the right bra cup. Buffy could feel the rapid beat of Willow’s heart thundering under the flesh her tongue glided across.

Once they reached the couch Buffy wasted no time in pushing the coffee table out of the way with her leg and then ever so gently lay down on the couch with Willow beneath her. They both kicked off their sandals before letting their passion consume their attention of one another.

Hand, fingers and lips traced across highly sensitized skin, causing gasp and moans to intermingle with the soft music playing in the background. At times they would switch position, Willow being on top with Buffy withering under her touch beneath her or vice versa. Though no other clothes were shed, that didn’t prevent either of them from exploring the other girls body intimately.

After some time Willow seemly with great reluctances pulled away from Buffy to say in a breathless voice, “Buffy, I… I’m not sure…” She fell silent in embarrassment mixed with a hint of fear.

It took Buffy several moments’s to come her own raging hormones before what Willow was saying became clear, but once it did she reached over to tenderly caress Willow’s cheek as she said, “Oh I’m not ready yet either. Don’t get me wrong I really, really want to but…” Here she shrugs, conveying what she felt without words.

Willow gave Buffy a huge smile as she let herself flop bonelessly besides Buffy on the couch, “Yeah that’s how I feel,” She replied, “I want to too,” Willow ran her hand across waist gently, “but yeah I’m not ready yet either.”

Buffy gave Willow an understanding and yet teasing smile, “But there’s nothing wrong with lots and lots of smoochies now is there?”

“Nope!” Willow happily replied as she drew Buffy closer to her, as she gave the blonde Slayer a kiss. She then looked her head back and with a bashful look said, “Buffy I got something I want you to have.”

“Ooh pressies, what is it?” Buffy excitedly asked.

“Umm,” blushing fiercely, Willow looked away, “it’s my favorite jacket.” She then took a peek at her Buffy for her reactions.

Arching an eyebrow humorously Buffy replied, “Well I would love to wear it and I guess this mean I better return Angels huh?”

Willow gave Buffy a stern look, that was slightly ruin by the smile playing around her lips, “You better missy, your mine and I better not see anyone else’s jacket on you.”

Buffy smiled warmly at Willow as she traced Willow’s cheek with her fingers, “I am yours,” She said softly, “and that means that you young lady are mine.”

“Yelp!” Willow replied as she rested her head on the pillow they shared as she said tiredly, “I think it’s time for bed.”

Buffy yawned, before replying, “Yeah I think it is, though,” She snuggled up against Willow, “if it’s alright with you I wouldn’t mind a little before bedtime cuddling.”

“Sounds good to me.” Willow said as she eagerly huddles against her girlfriend body, enjoying the warmth and closeness between the two of them.

Slowly their breathing slowed as sleep stole over them, though even in slumber they remained tightly entangled.

Early Morning…

Joyce quietly unlocked the door as she let herself into the house. The little get together last night with some of her old friends from LA had turned out to a matchmaking attempt. It had failed rather spectacularly when the man her friends had brought had gotten into a loud argument with first one then another woman who both thought he was dating the other.

Joyce had left the bar early saying she had a headache and once back at the hotel had crashed to only awaken early in the morning wide awake. After lying in bed vainly trying to fall back asleep she finally decided to start home early so to miss the Saturday morning traffic.

The first thing that caught Joyce’s attention was one of Buffy’s blouses lying in a crumple heap on the floor by the archway that separated the hallway from the living room. She then became aware of the gentle sounds of music from the living room itself.

Feeling her eyebrows wise in both surprise and a bit consternation, Joyce set her suitcase besides the front door and slowly made her way into the living room and what she found cause her to stop in surprise.

For there on the couch laid her daughter and Willow tightly entwine, their foreheads were touching as their arms held onto one another in a tight grip even sleep. Joyce breathed a silent sigh of relief at seeing that they were mostly dressed.

Joyce wasn’t though completely taken by surprise for she had noticed early on how Willow would stare at Buffy when she thought no one was watching and at first she had thought Buffy was doing the same with Willow. But then even though Willow continued her secretive glances, Buffy seem to have stop.

Then Joyce learned the reason, or so she believed, when she had come home to find that young man Angel home with Buffy. Joyce hadn’t in the least believed the History tutoring excuse Buffy had stammered out. She didn’t know what it was but something about that boy just didn’t sit well with her. Then Buffy had started wearing the young man’s jacket and Joyce definitely knew something was up between those two.

Imagine her surprise when Willow had shown up dress to the nines and with a bag of very tasty ingredients for the making of a gourmet meal. Joyce had instantly knew that Buffy’s shy friend had decided to make her own play for her daughters affection.

And Joyce found herself silently cheering for the young woman. Even to the point that she had offered Willow the use of her grandmother’s china set. “OK,” she thought to herself, “I did go a bit overboard with that but I really liked Willow and I truly believe she would be perfect for her daughter.”

It probably and mostly undoubtedly would shock most people that a mother who is completely heterosexual would want to see her daughter involved with another girl. Simply put she never had a problem like a lot of people seem to have with homosexuals and saw nothing wrong with their lifestyle.

But she knew that if the two young women before her decide to be open about their relationship they would be facing a great deal of ridicule and hardship. Joyce chewed her lip lost in thought as she looked at the two peacefully slumbering figures. Then a smile, tinted with a slight wickedness, blossom on her face as an idea suddenly came to her.

With a firm nod Joyce turned and made her way into the kitchen and after several minutes had pass she returned with a folded piece of paper in hand. First though she went about gathering up the discarded blouses off the floor to lay them out flat, so they wouldn’t wrinkle anymore then they already were, on the coffee table, with Willow’s on the top of Buffy’s. It was on Willow’s blouse that she left the folded note. Their sandals Joyce placed under the coffee table.

Once done she quietly carried her suitcase up stairs with the plans to freshen up a bit before starting breakfast.

Later…

Willow slowly awoke with the smells of fresh coffee and bacon and eggs tickling her nose with their wonderful aroma. When she became aware of Buffy’s warm body press tightly against hers, Willow could help but to wiggle as she made a sound of pure pleasure, “Mmmmm.”

Her movements must have woken Buffy up for she started to slowly open her own eyes and on seeing Willow gave her a loving smile and little peck on the lips, “Hey Beautiful.” Buffy then to a deep breath, “Wow a fabulous dinner and now breakfast too?”

Willow felt her face paling, “Buffy,” she whispered fearfully, “I’m not cooking anything, kind of trapped here.” She wiggled once again drawing Buffy’s attention to how the Slayer had her pinned to the back of the couch.

Buffy’s face quickly paled as the implications set in and the look on her face grew worst as she glanced up towards the window behind Willow. Her voice shaking slightly Buffy said, “It’s morning!”

“It is?” Willow exclaimed in shock as she twisted around to look at the window behind the couch they lay upon. After confirming for herself that it was morning Willow turned back around to face Buffy. It was then she spied the blouses with the note lying on the table.

“Buffy!” She cried out softly with real fear as she stared at the proof the most like Mrs. Summers was home.

It was Buffy’s turn to twist around and after pausing with apparent dread Willow watched as Buffy reached out for the piece of paper. After picking it up she turned to face Willow holding it slightly before them with one hand. Willow stretched out one hand to fold up the top as Buffy heal the bottom. Once open the two of them read what Joyce had written.

Willow felt tears begin to run down her cheeks as the implications of what Mrs. Summers had written sunk in. Glancing at Buffy, who own eyes equally teary, Willow said with her voice almost choking with the powerful emotion she was feeling, “Buffy… you got the bestest mother in the world!”

“Yeah, I kind of am figuring that out for myself.” Buffy whispered as she gave Willow a tight hug while the both of them reread what the words on the note before the…

Willow,

Welcome to the family.

Love Joyce.