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"Do you guys feels hypnotized? Are we supposed to feel hypnotized? Do you think we were hypnotized? 'Cause I don't feel hypnotized," rambled Willow Rosenberg.
Buffy and Xander stopped walking and just stared.
Willow shrugged. "I guess not."
"Willow, the guy was a crock, although the monkey was kinda cool," stated Xander, "Right, Buff?"
"Definitely," agreed Buffy. "I'm not really one to fall for that 'Ooga wooga, you're under my control mumbo jumbo. Slaying legions of the undead, yes; Marvo the Marvelous, no."
Xander rolled his eyes. "You couldn't have just said 'Yes, Xander, you're so right?' "
Buffy gave him a look and tried to suppress her laughter.
The trio's hypnosis discussion, or lack thereof, was interrupted when Cordelia approached them.
"Oh look. It's the... the... uh" Xander scrambled to find his words of insult, but Willow spoke before he could finish.
"It's Cordelia."
Xander looked at Willow.
"Yes. It's the Cordelia," he said pointedly.
"Look," began Cordelia as Xander sighed in impatience, "I really need some up and up on my Psychology grade. Miss Alexander said I could get some extra credit if I interviewed this mental-hypnotist guy."
"Hypno-mentalist," corrected Willow.
"Exactly why I'm here," continued Cordy, "I was wondering if you could give me a hand with it, since you're so... sciency."
After a brief interlude of Xander's sarcasm, Willow and Cordelia went off to find the hypnotist. An hour later they met up with Buffy, Willow and Giles in the library.
"So, the hypno twins are back," announced Buffy, "How'd it go?"
"Boring as could be," uttered Cordelia, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, even I was losing interest," remarked Willow, "He kept going on and on about expressing your true self and there was this ball and oh, and we met the monkey. His name is Harpo."
Giles tilted his head thoughtfully, "This, um, hypnotist... what was his name?"
"Marvo the Marvelous," chimed the entire group, somewhat surprised with each other.
"Yes, I do recall researching his methods in the past. He uses simple techniques to perform stage hypnosis... typical routines, usually not authentic. His personal methods, however, have proven to be quite successful."
Buffy grabbed her bag. "Well, that's great Giles, but I've got a ton of trig to do, so I'm off."
"Yeah, I've gotta book, too." replied Cordy. She turned to Willow, "So, you'll help he write up my paper on the interview?"
"Sure. Just let me know when."
"How 'bout tomorrow. After school? My house?"
"Okay."
"Great." Cordelia hurried out of the library.
Xander looked at Willow, "Tomorrow is Friday..."
"Yes, that's the day that comes after Thursday, which is today," Willow stated.
"I know that. But Cordelia always goes to the Bronze on Friday. We go to the Bronze on Friday. Do you see where I'm going with this."
"Maybe she's planning to speed type and then go to the Bronze after. That's what I do." Willow gathered her books and sauntered out of the library.
"But Cordelia's the social queen. Something's not right." Xander turned to see that Giles had gone into his office, "And I'm talking to myself, like an idiot."
Friday mornings were always hectic at Sunnydale High School. The student were eager to start their weekends, and the teachers were just as anxious to send them on their merry ways so that they too could begin their weekend rituals. Buffy and Xander were discussing the previous evening's events, which involved Buffy and, what else, a vampire. Cordelia turned the corner and began to approach them. Buffy looked at her and did a double-take. Cordelia was dressed in a pair Levi's and a T-shirt. Xander noticed Buffy looking at something and turned to see Cordelia.
"The queen of fashion dressed like that." Xander commented, "If this is a dream, please, just let me sleep five more minutes."
Behind them, Willow approached from the opposite end of the hall. They both met Buffy, Xander and Giles at the same moment, and seemed to take a minute to look at each other.
Later that day, Cordelia was searching for Willow. School was out and she wanted to get her paper written so she would have time to go to the Bronze. She opened the door to the music room, not sure if Willow was a band geek, but one could never be to thorough. Someone was playing a lilting Tori Amos tune on the piano. Sure enough, it was Willow pounding away on the keys.
"Wow, I didn't know you could play," Cordelia commented, startling Willow.
"Oh! I... uh... don't play much around people... or never around people."
Cordelia slowly walked to the piano bench. "Do you think you could teach me something?"
"Um..." Willow felt funny, but she wasn't sure why, other than feeling completely nervous about the whole situation.
Cordelia sat down net to Willow.
"Well, this here is middle C." Willow pointed to a key. "And you put your hand here," she took Cordy's hand, placing it on middle C. She placed her hand on top of Cordelia's, suprised at the dizzying effect she was getting from the feeling of Cordy's hand under her own.
"What is going on in here!" belted a voice from the doorway.
The girls turned to see Principal Snyder.
"School is over. That means go home!"
The duo hurriedly got up and exited the room.
Minutes later, they were in Cordelia's car on their way to write the psychology paper. Cordelia pulled into the empty three car garage of her high class Sunnydale home.
"Wow. This is beautiful." exclaimed Willow, as they entered the house.
"Yeah, but it gets old after a while. Especially the Golden Swan Fountain." Cordy pointed to a Golden Swan Fountain and giggled. Willow began to giggle, too. Cordelia grabbed her hand, "C'mon, I'll show you my room."
"Are we being to rambunctious-like? Won't your parents get kinda... parenty if we keep being silly?"
"They're off in Rio or somewhere this weekend. Again"
"Oh."
"Here, this is my room." Cordy opened a door to reveal a simple, but nicely decorated room.
"This is nice."
"I like simplicity. It makes life easier, especially when I have to keep up the whole cute an popular thing'. It's such a drain."
"Then why do you do it?"
"It's just the way I am, I guess. But enough about me."
Willow blinked. Did Cordelia Chase just say "enough about me"?
"Cordelia, are you feeling all right?"
"Never better. I actually feel kinda... free... ever since yesterday..."
Willow nodded, "Me too."
The stared at each other for a minute. Willow took a step closer to Cordelia. "You don't think that Marvo really..."
"Really what? Surfaced our inner feelings?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know and I don't care. All I know is that I've felt this way for you for a long time..."
"Felt... this way?" Willow leaned forward and kissed Cordelia softly on the lips.
"Forward much?" remarked Cordelia as Willow broke the kiss.
Then Cordelia wrapped her arms around Willow and leaned in for another. This time the kiss was more passionate. Willow slowly slid her tongue into Cordelia's mouth. While their tongues danced in fiery intimacy, Willow's hands moved along Cordelia's body, down to her waist, pulling her closer, then up to her breasts, where she ran her thumbs across Cordy's erect nipples. Cordy broke the kiss, reached down and pulled of her shirt to give Willow better access. Willow smiled, gleefully, and pulled Cordy to the queen sized bed.
Willow tugged at Cordelia's top. After a short while, they had both successfully removed all of each other's clothing. Willow laid Cordelia down and hovered over her. They kissed again. Willow began to kiss Cordy's neck and shoulders and then moved down to the May Queen's perfect breasts. She kissed then and began to lick one as her hand explored the other. Cordelia's moans of approval persuaded her to continue on this voyage. As her lips continued, her other hand moved down between Cordy's thighs. Willow heard Cordelia's sharp intake of breath and smiled. "you know, Cordy. I could stop now if you want..." Willow teased, playfully. "Don't you DARE!" was Cordy's response. Willow slowly began to stroke Cordelia's inner lips. It was hot and wet inside the realms the cheerleader's womanhood. Willow slipped in a finger. Cordelia moaned. As she continued this movement, Willow kissed down Cordy's stomach to the patch of dark hair, welcoming her to Cordyland. Willow breathed in the sweet scent of Cordelia. She lowered herself into Cordy, her tongue probing deep inside, eagerly tasting the fashion conscious popularity guru. Cordelia arched her back as Willow replaced her finger with her tongue. She had never felt so good. Not even when she was nominated for Junior Miss Sunnydale. Willow continued to caress Cordy's insides with her tongue, quickening the pace. Cordelia's breath became sharper and faster; she pressed her hips into Willow's face. Willow slid her finger in along side her tongue, rubbing in alternate motions. "God, Will! Don't - ever - stop!" Cordy's body was white-hot. Her breath was quick and sharp as she convulsed on the bed. Willow felt her tightening around her tongue and finger. She remained there until Cordelia relaxed, then kissed her way up to her mouth and planted a kiss on her lips. They held each other, peaceful, just happy to lie in the arms of each other. Willow smiled slyly, "Betcha never thought I could do that." Cordy smiled back, "You'd be surprised what I've thought about you." "Oh really?" Cordelia just grinned and ran her finger down Willow's chest. "I've had my eye on you for a long time, Willow Rosenberg." She kissed Willow with driving force and then moved down her body, kissing here and there until she reached Willow's wet throbbing hot spot. She ran her tongue along the outside of Willow's crotch. Willow groaned in approval. Cordelia then thrust her tongue inside, eager to taste what she'd been dreaming about for so long. She lapped in increasing speed as Willow writhed and spasmed. Willow was already hot from the excitement she had been able to give Cordelia and it wasn't going to take much more to send her over the edge. She pressed her hips into Cordelia as she began to move her tongue in circles. This was enough for Willow. Her body tightened as she was washed in a wave of hot/cold electricity. Cordelia resumed her place next to Willow. After Willow regained the ability to move again, she snuggled closer to Cordelia and kissed her softly.
That night at the Bronze, Buffy and Xander wondered about Willow and Cordelia.
"Do you think they'll show?" asked Buffy.
"It's not like either of them to miss a night of frolicky fun. Besides, this is Sunnydale, land of the Hellmouth, what else is there to do," Xander remarked.
A voice came from behind them. "Hi, guys! Sorry we're late."
They turned to see Willow, wearing what looked to be a Todd Oldham original. Buffy tilted her head, puzzled. "Where'd you get the cool dress, Willers?"
"Oh, Cordy lent it to me..." Willow replied, matter of factly.
Buffy and Xander looked at each other, mouthing "Cordy" questioningly.
Cordelia approach the group with two bottles of Aquafina in hand, and handed one to Willow, "Here you go, love."
Willow took the bottle and set it on the table. "Thanks, but right now," she said, grabbing the other bottle from Cordelia and setting it on the table as well, "I want to dance."
She took Cordelia by the hand and led her out on the dance floor.
Buffy and Xander just stared.
Xander spoke first. "Oh-"
Buffy interrupted. "-my"
"god!" they both finished.
THE END