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She walks on the sand in the pale moonlight, looking everywhere and not seeing any footprints. *This can�t be right? Where are the footprints? Where is the water? What kind of messed up dream is this?* A noise from behind makes the slayer turn around. There is nothing back there to see. *Not scared. Slayer here...a chosen one...It�s just a dream. I am going to wake up soon and will laugh about this.* From behind, a hand reaches out and grabs at Buffy Summers.

�You mean you dream of more than one person that makes you wet? That makes you cum with only a touch?�

Turning beet red with a blush that moves down, thus out of sight of the shadow person, Buffy mumbles, �Sometimes.�

Looking at the shadow figure, trying to think who it could actually be, Buffy shakes her head. �I guess I should be sorry then. It seems that I should know you.�

Moving back away from the blonde slayer, the person says, �Perhaps it is not time for you to know.� The figure vanishes.

�You didn�t have to leave! SHIT! Now I have to think about the ones that make me wet and make me cum! Or do I think about the one that makes me cum the hardest? Or do I think of the one that makes me the wettest? Can I wake up now? Please?�

She looks at the beach... The sun is rising up and the first rays of sunshine hit and warm the sand. Sitting down and sighing, Buffy lets the sun warm her body.

She watches the sun rising fully, eyes closing from the dual heating on skin. *Can I sleep in a dream? Oh shut up! Maybe I will wake finally! You wish! HEY! There will be no wishing here!*

The shadow figure comes forward again, stopping beside the dreaming slayer lying on the beach. *She is just too damn cute. I should let her wake now. Don�t wanna. Miss her.* Gently raising her hand over the sleeping slayer�s head, she quickly sends her back to her bed to dream.*

�Now who the hell was that?� Buffy crawls back onto the bed to think about who that could have been. *I know that I have had feelings of being a lover to three different women. I really never told anyone about wanting to feel another woman�s body or to taste her lips as our mouths meet in a slow kiss. I wonder if they taste any different than me? Do they make squeaky noises, or are they really loud? Gonna close my eyes for a second and picture the women, thinking who it could have been in my dream.*

Suddenly Buffy is back on the beach looking at a sandcastle. *Alright this is just freaky!* Turning around, she walks toward the sandcastle as the water comes ashore and takes part of it away. She hears a noise from behind her.

Standing there is a lovely redhead in a white bikini. �Such a shame that you already destroyed the castle. We could have done it together!�

"Oh my god, Willow! Can�t believe you�re here, too!� She smiles at her fellow Scooby. �It�s good to see you.� She points at the sandcastle. �I really didn�t do that. The water did...But we can make a new one together if you wanna?� Buffy walks toward the redhead, offering her a hug as she waits for an answer and her stomach gets butterflies.

Willow opens her arms and lets the blond embrace her. They stand there under the glow of the moonlight, feeling each other�s body. Willow wonders what is going through the blonde head as she feels arms tighten around her body.

Warm fuzzy feelings increase at the feel of Willow�s body. Standing there in a daze as she feels ever inch of the witch�s body. *Damn, I got it bad for her!*

Clearing a huskier voice than normal, Willow asked. �So, Buffy? Why did you bring me to your dream?� Stepping back, she sits down near the deformed sandcastle. �Come on, Buffy, let�s put this one back together and maybe you will tell me why you brought me here?� Willow motions to the place next to her and watches as the blonde moves beside her, their knees touching.

They begin to rebuild the sand castle, smiling as their hands start to work, crossing and touching every now and then.

�You know something, Buffy? You ever wonder what would have happened if I hadn�t killed Warren when I did? Especially now. You and I were so close before. You pulled away from me; you felt like a stranger. Sometimes, I want to go back to those times, so I can have our friendship like it was before, like it was then. No distance. No coldness between us.� Willow swallows hard, trying not to see the sudden shaking of the hands beside her. *I guess she has thought about what I am saying once or twice.*

*Why not just ask me if I can give you the moon? Her hands felt ice cold to Buffy. How many times has she wondered that herself? What if no Dark Willow?*

Buffy swallows and wets her lips, looking at her lost friend, feeling her heart break as she takes her hand. �Willow, that day changed both of our lives. I�m sorry that it happened. That I couldn�t stop Warren from taking Tara away from you, from you falling in with the dark magic. I never should have left you fall so far away from me, from everyone that you love....�

�There was just so much you couldn�t do, Buffy. I saved you and I was set on destroying Warren and the other two. I wasn�t thinking straight. We both know that it was the only way that it could have gone. Granted, I reacted badly. NO, I over-reacted in the worst way that I could.�

�Yes, but I wish it had been me that reached you in the end. I love you so much, Willow. It hurts that it was Xander that saved you. I know that I was bonding with my sister, but I felt that I was letting you down again. I�m sorry.� Tears escape the blonde�s eyes, as arms encircle her.

�I know, Buff. Why do you think I brought you back from the dead, or took that bullet out of you?� Tears make their own way down the redhead�s face.

�What? You knew how I felt about you, even back then?� There is a puzzled look on the blonde�s face.

�Why do you think I would tease you so damn much? I couldn�t have you. It just never would have worked with us. You were not ready for our type of relationship. You wanted Angel back then, and, hell, it ate me up my inside, the ways you would look at him. I don�t really think you even knew what you wanted, him or me. I�m surprise that you never figured it out, and came on to me. Hell, you wanted anyone: Angel, Owen, Parker, Ben, but me!�

Buffy turns her head and thinks back to the Bronze, remembering them dancing. *Did I really want Willow even back then? You lusted after other women. So not the point right now. I know that I want Willow!* She wipes at tears falling down her face before turning back to the witch.

"Willow, there has been bad blood between us. But you came through for me when we were fighting the First. I'm not happy about how I handled the magic problems with you. I was hoping that when you came back from England that things would not be so tense between us, but they where. Then Kennedy happened, and I lost my shot. But I want my friend and my witch-friend back. You hear me? I want that! Our history is over, Willow. It�s over!

�So, Buffy, are you going to tell me that you never had feelings for Faith? Cause I have to know.�

�Damn it, Willow! Yeah, I have been in love with her. But what I felt for her is nothing like what I ever felt for you. What I feel for you is something that I have never felt for anyone one in my life. Besides, the feelings were new back then; it was a crush for Faith, That is nothing compared to the way that I feel for you.�

Buffy reaches down and pats at the sand, looking at it closely. "Our life is like this sand, Willow, we are each just a grain, and if we don't embrace change, our life is just slipping away. I would like to try that relationship with you now. That is, if it�s not too late?"

She shrugs and starts to make forms in the sand, peeking at Willow from time to time. Then she looks up at the green eyes that are staring at her. That look makes her turn and pull the redhead closer to her, till their noses meet.

�I�m not sure how to do this, Willow. But I know that I want you in my life and in my bed. You�re scent has driven me crazy for years, and I want to know just what you smell like after having made love with me.�

Seeing the hazel eyes staring into hers, Willow responds, �Buffy, I have to admit to something. The person in the shadows when you first got here was me. It was a spell.� Seeing the question in Buffy�s eyes, she continues, �Why am I telling you, right? I didn�t want you to find out later and always wonder.�

�God, Will, that is so sweet and such a crazy thing to do. Remind me later to kick your ass for it.�

Buffy leans her lips closer to her soon to be lover. Their lips meet as a gasp comes from both of them. The kiss was slow, and the longer they kissed, the heavier it became. They pull back enough to catch a breath, hands removing what little clothes they had on. The witch ends up laying on the sand, with the blonde over her. Buffy kisses her little by little til she couldn�t get enough of her. Their hands each find the other�s mound at the same time, fingers going slowly inside.

Eyes meet and hold as they lay onto their sides and begin to make love, fingers and lips speeding along, eyes still keeping contact as they climb slowly till a tidal wave overcomes both of them, sending them into spasms.

The sandcastle that they built lies under them, healing the wounds that life had given them, thus giving them a new start. The moon still shines over them as they lay softly kissing and whispering words the other never thought the other would say to them.