'No Laughing Matter.' BtVS, set during S3, Giles/Wesley, 300 words. Mildly silly.
"I thought the plan was for you to get Giles out of the library," Buffy said, peeking around the corner as Willow came back out alone. "Then I could go in when he wasn't there, and you and I could go to the mall because it wasn't my fault my Watcher didn't show."
With a noise that sounded a lot like "meep," Willow grabbed Buffy's arm and pulled her some distance down the hall, shaking her head.
"Why? Wasn't Giles there? Mission accomplished."
"He's. Um. He's there. With, uh, Wesley."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'm not training with him. He can't make me."
"I, um, don't think he cares." Willow leaned back against the wall. "How do you know if you're hyperventilating? 'Cause I really think I might be."
"Are you okay?" Buffy looked at her friend, realizing that she didn't look okay. "What's wrong, Will?"
Willow laughed nervously. "Xander ought to be happy. I think Wesley's over his thing for Cordelia."
"Huh?"
"I went to Giles' office to get him, like we planned, and he, um. There was Wesley, and there were hands, and, um." She paused, and Buffy realized that Willow was blushing brightly.
"Hands? What are you talking about?"
"Grope-age. And kissing. Also, I think somebody was talking dirty in Latin, but I'd need a dictionary to know for sure."
She shrugged. "Okay, much with the 'eww' for Giles kissing someone, but--" Then she realized exactly what Willow had said. "He was kissing Wesley?"
Willow nodded, still wide-eyed.
Buffy gaped at her for a minute, open-mouthed, before laughing and shaking her head. "Good one. You almost got me. Seriously, Willow, are you going to help me get out of training today or not?" When Willow didn't answer, though, she asked, frowning, "Will? Why aren't you laughing?"
"I thought the plan was for you to get Giles out of the library," Buffy said, peeking around the corner as Willow came back out alone. "Then I could go in when he wasn't there, and you and I could go to the mall because it wasn't my fault my Watcher didn't show."
With a noise that sounded a lot like "meep," Willow grabbed Buffy's arm and pulled her some distance down the hall, shaking her head.
"Why? Wasn't Giles there? Mission accomplished."
"He's. Um. He's there. With, uh, Wesley."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'm not training with him. He can't make me."
"I, um, don't think he cares." Willow leaned back against the wall. "How do you know if you're hyperventilating? 'Cause I really think I might be."
"Are you okay?" Buffy looked at her friend, realizing that she didn't look okay. "What's wrong, Will?"
Willow laughed nervously. "Xander ought to be happy. I think Wesley's over his thing for Cordelia."
"Huh?"
"I went to Giles' office to get him, like we planned, and he, um. There was Wesley, and there were hands, and, um." She paused, and Buffy realized that Willow was blushing brightly.
"Hands? What are you talking about?"
"Grope-age. And kissing. Also, I think somebody was talking dirty in Latin, but I'd need a dictionary to know for sure."
She shrugged. "Okay, much with the 'eww' for Giles kissing someone, but--" Then she realized exactly what Willow had said. "He was kissing Wesley?"
Willow nodded, still wide-eyed.
Buffy gaped at her for a minute, open-mouthed, before laughing and shaking her head. "Good one. You almost got me. Seriously, Willow, are you going to help me get out of training today or not?" When Willow didn't answer, though, she asked, frowning, "Will? Why aren't you laughing?"
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