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{A/N: This story is a kind of companion piece to my other fic, 'Have Mercy' - just flipped around with the roles reversed (and some different circumstances). This fic isn't as lighthearted or funny though; it deals with some heavier issues.

This fic is not meant to offend anyone of the Catholic faith. It is only a fantasy, nothing more. If you’re offended by the thought of a nun getting freaky with a guy, don’t read any further.

Thanks to Beth at The Spuffy Archives for suggesting this idea.}

* A big thank you to Alyssa for beta'ing for me! *smooch*
** Thanks to Edgehead, Joy, and Magz for the gorgeous banners! :-)
*** 'The Lemon Song' is by Led Zeppelin; 'At Last' is by Etta James.

Joss and ME own everything, I own nothing.


Buffy was picking up a few things from the grocery store.

She was a pretty, 5'2" blonde with a pleasant personality and a sad life. Her parents had been killed in a car accident when she was 10, leaving her with only her indifferent grandmother to take care of her. Her grandmother wasted no time in putting Buffy into a Catholic boarding school. Grandma Summers never forgave her son Hank or her daughter-in-law Joyce for screwing around and having Buffy while still in high school. As far as she was concerned they had 'ruined their lives,’ she had said as much. She took out her bitterness on little Buffy as well as Hank and Joyce. Buffy had never gotten any warmth or affection from the woman.

However the Sisters of Mercy, the nuns who ran the school she attended, had taken her under their wings. They were kind and loving to her. She wanted to be just like them. After she turned 16, she announced her plans to become a nun too, and she'd never looked back.

Now, at the age of 22, she was due to take her final vows in just a few short months and become a full nun. Buffy loved the ceremony and history of the religion; it made her feel safe and secure. She felt like she belonged.

And the swearing off men part of it wasn't a problem for her. She'd had a boyfriend briefly when she was 16, Scott Hope. He was sweet, funny and cute, but she hadn’t felt any 'sparks' when he kissed her. The thought of having sex with him did absolutely nothing for her. So, she'd broken up with him for both their sakes.

She tried to test herself by gazing at or thinking about other guys with the same result. Buffy just wasn't interested in sex at all. She felt like a weirdo, especially since the other girls all talked about how amazing it was when their boyfriends kissed them or fucked them (They were supposed to be good Catholic girls, yeah, right!). Buffy even let her thoughts wander to other girls, thinking that maybe she was gay. That however had done even less for her than fantasizing about men. It was shortly after that that Buffy decided becoming a nun was the best thing for her. She'd get to be a part of the religion, she wouldn't look strange for not dating, and she could help people as the Sisters had helped her.

"Hey, Buffy!"

Buffy smiled and looked up at her friend Willow Rosenberg. Willow walked over to her pushing a cart; one of the wheels was spinning erratically.

"Grrr! I always get the wobbly cart!" Willow laughed. "How are you?"

"Hi, Willow. I'm doing well."

Buffy had met Willow a month ago grocery shopping. Willow was a friendly and perky redhead. She had been surprised when Buffy told her that she was studying to become a nun (Buffy didn't wear the habit all the time). Willow, being raised Jewish, didn't know much about it but thought it was interesting. Buffy dispelled some of the myths about nuns and Willow told her a little about Judaism and Wicca (her chosen religion). Mostly, they talked about everyday things when they got together.

Willow was in college, studying computer technology. She had a boyfriend named Oz who was in a band called 'Dingoes Ate My Baby.' Buffy had laughed at that. What a silly name for a band!

"Buffy, how would you feel about coming to a party with me tonight?" Willow asked.

"A party? What kind of party?"

"It's being held at one of the frats. Oz's band is doing a gig there, I want him to meet you and I want you to see him play. You'll have a good time," Willow said hopefully.

"Oh, I don't know..." Buffy said.

Nuns could go to parties and have fun like anyone else, but Buffy was concerned that it might be a lot rowdier than she was used to.

"Come on, you'll have fun," Willow pressed.

"It's not like that 'Animal House' movie, is it? I saw some of that once."

Willow laughed. "No, it's not like that. So you'll come?"

"Sure, what could it hurt?" Buffy smiled and shrugged.


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