BtVS: Tequila Sunrise - Willow, Harmony - FRT-13/PG-13

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Title: Tequila Sunrise
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I do not. Please don't sue.
Characters/Pairing: Willow, Harmony
Rating: FRT-13/PG:-13; minor violence, minor groping, and…humor, I hope.
Word Count:700
Summary: Willow wakes up in a very peculiar situation. Set in BtVS Season 4 sometime after the events in “Harsh Light Of Day.”

Beta: The marvelous velvetwhip. Without her, I would be lost. All other mistakes are mine.

Author’s Note: Written for the Texts From Last Night Round at femslash_minis for brutti_ma_buoni.
She requested the following:
Requested Pairing: Willow/Harmony
Three elements you'd like included: the morning after, nemesisses...sees,
(508): awoke with 47 plastic lawn flamingos in my bed and on surrounding floor. explanation?
(1-508): you said they were your minions of evil that protected you from ferrets.
Two things you don't want: unicorns, non-con

I am sorry that this is late. I hope you will forgive me.



"Ow."

Willow's fingers gently pressed against her temples, rubbing at the throbbing pain that was thisclose to the surface. She reluctantly let her eyes flutter open, but that had no positive impact on the headache nor did the visuals improve anything either. Everything was blurry… and erm…hot pink.

She sat up in the bed, realizing that she was not where she was supposed to be. This was not her room, this was not her bed, and her current bed companion was definitely not Oz. Instead, there were about four plastic lawn flamingos crammed into the queen-sized bed and Harmony was passed out on top of them. Her expression was that of a girl who was sleeping in the lap of luxury, but her body arrangement made it look like she had gotten stuck while performing dragonfly pose.

It didn't matter that Harmony was a vampire now and didn’t experience discomfort the same way. Call it sympathy pains or just plain sympathy; Willow could no longer abide watching the former cheerleader sleep like that.

"Harmony…."

Willow gently nudged her bedmate, poking her in the shoulder. Harmony snorted loudly before rolling onto her side. Willow tried again with more of a jabbing approach and heard Harmony murmur: "My minions of evil will protect me from the ferrets."

Oh goody, Harmony talks in complete gibberish while she sleeps, Willow thought, suddenly feeling quite thrilled that Harmony had never bothered to invite her to slumber parties when they were younger. Although, as she contemplated it further, maybe they could have bonded over it since Xander had been teasing Willow about her "don't warn the tadpoles" incident for the last two years.

Willow sighed and grabbed Harmony's shoulders. She gave the vampire a few shakes and Harmony moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around one of the flamingos and clutching it to her bosom like it was a stuffed child's toy.

"Seriously?" Willow asked, blinking twice. The blurriness was finally gone and she had a clear mission in mind. What was it that people said about waking the dead?

Loud enough to wake the dead…or stupid enough to wake the dead?

Willow couldn’t remember, but her option right now seemed to have her leading the field at the next Darwin Awards. She reached around Harmony to grab the flamingo by the neck. Success! She managed to wrest the bird from Harmony's arms. However, she found herself immediately trapped in Harmony's arms instead. Harmony, who, with eyes still closed, managed to roll them over so that Willow was on top, their bodies pressed together. Harmony pressed her heels into the curve of Willow's butt and her lips found Willow's neck.

Willow shifted her head, trying to wriggle her way out of this position. She didn't need a matching set of scars on her neck. Getting bitten by Harmony once had been enough.

Harmony's arms wrapped around her tighter and Willow grimaced. She let her body relax slightly, hoping Harmony would ease up on her python-like grip and was pleased when Harmony did as expected. At least Harmony wasn't completely useless while unconscious.

Harmony's fingers slowly started tracing letters on her back and Willow felt a smile crinkle at the corners of her lips.

"Stop. That tickles."

Harmony wet her lips with her tongue and her eyes fluttered open, her long lashes brushing against Willow's nose.

"How do you spell nemesisses...sees?"

Willow arched her eyebrows, swallowing a chuckle. Clearly IQ did not increase when one became a vampire. "Not like that."

"Well, tell me how to spell it then, silly."

"Why?"

"So people will know what to write on your gravestone…because that's what we are and stuff. Nemisisses…sees."

Harmony's facial features shifted and Willow leapt off the bed, grabbing one of the flamingos and brandishing it like a weapon. The bird's curved plastic nose didn't exactly instill fear, but it was the only option she had.

"No one's dying today," Willow said.

"You're no fun," Harmony pouted.

Willow flung the flamingo at Harmony's head and took off in a run. She solemnly swore that she was never touching Jose Cuervo – or lawn flamingoes – again.

This was the end of "morning afters" for a long time to come.

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