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"Are you completely sure that we shouldn't tie her up?" Xander asked Willow as they watched the drunken slayer jump around on all her fours across the mansion's floor.

"I'm positive." Willow assured him. "I don't think she'd like that. Plus I know she wouldn't hurt me. She saved my life."

"You do realize she's not herself right now and probably won't remember anything in the morning?" Giles asked her.

"Um, yeah. I get that, Giles." Willow said, watching her best friend sniff at her shoes. "Most definitely."

"I'm still not sure about leaving you here all alone with her." Giles said. "It's far away from people. What if any of you get hurt?"

"I thought the point was to take her somewhere she won't be disturbed." Willow told him. "I can't take her to our dorm room and I can't take her to Joyce, it just wouldn't feel right."

"Yes, I guess you're right." Giles admitted and reached her the mobile phone. "If there's any trouble."

"We'll be fine but if she makes me cranky I'll call." Willow assured him with a smile.

"Okay. Then we're out of here, G-man. Some of us got to work in the morning." Xander told the ex-watcher and Giles gave him a deadly glare.

"Go." Willow said and Giles gave her cheek an affectionate pet before walking after the youth. The redhead sighed, looking down at Buffy. "Guess it's just you and me now."

Buffy looked up at her with bright, big eyes and Willow swallowed when the blonde started to crawl towards her. There was determination in those hazel eyes and Willow stepped back, wondering what she was up to now.

"Pretty Red." Buffy spoke and suddenly she was up on her feet, clinging onto Willow, and smelling her hair.

"Uh, Buffy? What are you doing?" Willow asked her and started to giggle when the blonde licked her neck. She soon got herself together since the situation really wasn't funny. Buffy would be horrified if she knew what she was doing. Plus all the time Willow had known the slayer she had tried hard to not notice how incredibly beautiful and sexy Buffy was. Having her rub herself against her in a clearly non-appropriate way didn't exactly help much. Willow moaned and immediately pushed Buffy away. So put her arms around her as if she was cold and shook her head against the slayer.

"I don't like it when you do that, okay?" She told the bewildered slayer and swallowed hard. This really was a nightmare if she ever knew one. She sighed. "Okay, just a few more hours to go and then everything will be back to normal. You do realize I'm never letting you drink again?"

Cave-Buffy pouted, in a way Willow found to be just adorable, and stomped her foot. "Buffy want beer!"

"No, Buffy can't have beer. Buffy's been bad." Willow argued with her and rolled her eyes when she heard how she was sounding. She walked over to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close as she stared into the gray ashes left there as a reminder of the mansion's former resident. Buffy came to sit down beside her and Willow gave her a little smile. Even if she was being a big pain right now she was still her very best friend. But Buffy kept staring intensely at her, watching every move she made and finally Willow gave her a glare. "Stop that."

"Buffy almost lost her Willow." Cave-Buffy said, almost laying herself on top of the redhead as she rubbed her face against Willow's shoulder.

"Oh, you mean the fire? Um, yeah. Bad, bad fire, but Willow fine now. Buffy's fine. Everyone's fine. Okay?" Willow told her, begging that she would stop touching her. Her hope was erased when she was suddenly dragged off the couch and down on the rug.

"What are you doing?" She cried when the slayer started to pull her skirt down her legs. She grabbed hold of the waist band of the skirt and tried to pull it back up but when she heard it began to tear she gave up. Willow sat up, giving Buffy a glare there she sat on her knees with Willow's skirt in her hands. "Willow angry now."

"Buffy bad?"

Willow didn't dignify that with an answer just crossed her arms over her chest and gave the slayer a quiet glare. Buffy looked ashamed but then smiled, attacking Willow once more. The redhead screeched as her panties were torn from her body. She stared in terror as Buffy forced her long, pale legs apart and started to lick and suck at her clit without any sign of mercy.

"Oh God, Buffy, please, don't do this!" She cried as she was brought quickly to the edge. It was just too much seeing the content on the slayer's face as she worked plain magic on Willow's engorged flesh. The redhead threw her head back and screamed as she came harder than she had ever done before. Her pants turned to sobs as she realized she couldn't be happy for what had just happened. Even if this moment meant the world to her it would mean nothing more but shame and disgust for her best friend. Because that was just what they were: best friends.

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Willow looked shyly at Buffy. "Can't you remember at all?"

"Not a damn thing." The blonde answered, running her hand through her hair. She stopped suddenly in horror and looked at Willow. "I didn't do anything bad, did I?"

"No." Willow hurriedly said. "Actually you slept like a baby as soon as the beer started to wear off."

"Thank God." Buffy said with a smile. "Thank you for watching over me."

"Well, it's the best friend's job." Willow told her and she almost bit her lip when Buffy hugged her close.

"I love you, you know."

"Yeah." Willow whispered through the lump in her throat. "I know."

The End