...When Willow didn't answer, the Slayer pushed up on her hands, arching over the slender figure of her friend. Willow blinked, opening her eyes to find herself almost nose to nose with Buffy. Even with her features slightly altered by the spell, her skin grimy and her hair matted, the Slayer was beautiful Willow realized with a soft gasp. As their eyes locked and held, the hacker didn't know what to make of things, she only knew that her heart was hammering in her chest, and her breathing was suddenly coming in short pants. She didn't have long to wait. Buffy's head slanted, though her gaze never wavered. If anyone had ever asked Willow to describe what it would likely feel like to be kissed by a Neanderthal, of all the terms she would have chosen, sweet and gentle were nowhere on the list....
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