Pairing: W/S *of course- who'd you expect?*
Notes: Challenge Fic: Wic's b-day fic challenge, must be Willow's b- day, must mention underwear, and Willow must be called `wicked witch'
Disclaimer: I own nothing- Joss and Company own all
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"Open it" Buffy demanded as she plopped onto the bed, bouncing a few times.
Willow looked at the present in front of her that was wrapped in over the top flashy wrapping paper. "Ok" she said cautiously, not trusting the gleam that her best friend had in her eye. "Am I going to like this?" she asked in mid tear, "I mean- it's not going to be like that whole massage lotion incident is it?" the redhead cringed as the memory was brought forth.
"Ok- how was *I* to know you would be allergic to it???" Buffy shrugged with a impish smile on her face, "Besides, it wasn't *that* bad!"
"It wasn't *that* bad?" Willow repeated incredulously, "I broke out in hives! I had hives *everywhere* and by *everywhere* I mean *everywhere*" her voice carrying a menacing tone.
"Ok ok ok- point taken- next time no massage lotion- but seriously- open it!" Buffy repeated, still bouncing, hardly able to contain her excitement.
Seeing Willow's skeptical look she said reassuringly, "Don't worry I didn't get you any aromatherapy products of any kind"
"Ok- that makes me feel somewhat better" Willow went back to unwrapping the gift. She lifted the top off of the box and gasped, "Oh-my-god!"
"Do you like it?" Buffy asked, grinning stupidly.
"I thought I told you not to get me anymore kinky things- of *any* sort!"
"It's not that kinky" the blonde defended, "I just figured you'd want some new lingerie for tonight. I figure you and Spike will be having a major sex session tonight" Seeing the redhead's blush at the mention of the upcoming sex session Buffy added, "Speaking of which- I want details!"
Willow groaned, "Alright- alright- I promise to give you details." She held up the scrap of lace that was supposed to be a "bra" and asked curiously, "Are you *sure* this is lingerie and not just like pieces of material?"
Buffy snatched the lace bra and panty set out of Willow's hands and examined them herself, "Well.. yeah- I mean at least that's what the saleslady said. Apparently they're the most popular set"
The blonde began to stretch the black lace thong, amazed at the amount of stretchiness it had. She looked up to see Willow staring at her worriedly and quickly shoved the set back into Willow's hands.
"I worry about you"
"Yeah I know, everyone does." Buffy began to push Willow out of the room and toward the bathroom, "Now you go and try it on"
When Willow returned from the bathroom she had an evil grin on her face. "Oh- Spike is *so* going to like this prezzie" her eyes glazed over as naughty thoughts came to mind.
"You really are a wicked witch" Buffy commented, knowing exactly what Willow was thinking about.
"You still want details?" Willow asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, ok, shutting up now"
"Thanks for the present Buffy- really" Willow walked over to her best friend and enveloped her in a tight hug.
"No prob Will, you deserve all the happiness in the world- Happy Birthday babe!"
"Thanks hun" Willow cocked her head to the side as an idea came to mind, "hey- Spike's not gonna be here until like 6 so you wanna go out and catch a movie or something?" She quickly added, "My treat- as a thank you for the prezzie"
"Alright- as long as I get to choose what we get to see. I'm in major need of some manly sexiness right now." Buffy paused a moment as she thought of an appropriate movie, "Oooh- what about Two Weeks Notice- Hugh Grant- major hotness right there"
The redhead let out a laugh, "You are obsessed with that guy"
"With perfect reasoning, do not get me started on the reasons why I love Hugh Grant. Because I will tell you all the reasons on why I think that man is just damn fine" Seeing the look on Willow's face Buffy continued on, "You don't believe me do you? Alright- you asked for it."
Buffy continued listing her reasons as Willow cracked up at them as the two girls made their way to the movies. Their friendly banter could be heard as the door to the Rosenberg home closed behind them.