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William stared at the door in front of him
in fear, wanting nothing more than to turn and bolt. "Remind me again why
I agreed to this?"
"Because I had your cock in my mouth at
the time," Buffy replied perkily.
"Oh. Right.
Now I remember." William trembled for a second as the memory came rushing
back.
"Go inside, you big baby," Buffy
said. "You're just getting your hair done, not having a limb
amputated."
"I�"
"I'll let you spank me again."
"Right then," William said,
pushing open the door. "Stylist it is."
Buffy rolled her eyes. Men were so damn
easy.
"Buffy! Cupcake!" exclaimed a man wearing
what William was sure was the brightest green suit he had ever seen as he ran
up to the pair, arms outstretched. He embraced Buffy, the two of them air
kissing beside each cheek.
"Oh, and this must be William,"
the man said. "You were right, honey, he is completely scrumptious."
Buffy giggled. "Isn't he? William, this
is Lorne, my stylist."
"Pleasure to meet you," William
said.
"And polite,
too!" Lorne said, shaking
William's hand. "Why oh why are all the good ones
straight?"
"And here I thought they were all
gay," Buffy replied with a smirk.
"Only the truly magnificent ones,"
Lorne said. "Like moi." He
clapped his hands. "So, what did we have in mind for William today?"
"I was hoping maybe we could discuss
it," Buffy said, "I have some ideas, but I'm not sure. I wanted your
advice."
"I don't have any say in this, do
I?" William asked.
"No," Buffy and Lorne replied in
unison, ignoring William's whimper.
Lorne reached out and started inspecting
William's hair, a serious look now on his face. "It's got potential. These
curls are going to give us some trouble, but I am a miracle worker, as you
know, and I have no doubt that I'll be able to make them be nothing but an
asset. How do you feel about some color?"
"Color?" William asked, swallowing.
Buffy and Lorne both ignored him again.
"I was thinking about it," Buffy said. "Maybe
a little lighter?"
"William, go have a seat in that chair
right over there while your sweetie pie and I explore color choices,"
Lorne said, pointing. William sighed, but did it anyway, knowing there was no
way he was going to convince both of them to just let him go.
He could see Buffy and Lorne reflected in
the mirror in front of him, huddled over a stack of fashion magazines
discussing what to do to his head as if it were as important as the Invasion of
Normandy. William attention moved to his own
reflection, and he frowned at what he saw. He didn't really think much could be
done about him, but he supposed he was willing to let Buffy try.
Then a new fear entered his mind and he
almost panicked. What if Buffy and Lorne did whatever makeover they were
cooking up behind him and Buffy saw how it didn't make him look any better?
What if she'd only been putting up with him for the time being because she
thought she could make him attractive?
Suddenly, Lorne was up and on his way to the
back. "Where's he going?" William asked as Buffy walked over to him.
"To mix up the stuff
for your hair. We're gonna bleach
it."
William blanched. "You're going to what?"
"Not all of it. Just the tips,"
Buffy said, patting his shoulder. "Lorne and I agree it'll look damn sexy
on you."
"Isn't that a little�extreme? And I
don't think my mother would like it."
"If you don't like it, I'll tell Lorne
to fill the color back in, okay?" Buffy said. "But do this for me?
Please?" She gave him her sexiest pout.
William sighed, knowing he couldn't resist
that lip of hers. Apparently she knew it, too� "Fine.
But if I hate it, it's going back to normal."
Buffy's pout immediately changed into a smile.
"Great!" She kissed his cheek. "You're going to look hot, Will.
I promise."
"I doubt it," William grumbled. "Unless Lorne's back there mixing some magic potion that's
going to turn me into an entirely different person."
"Hey. Would you knock that off?"
Buffy said. She gestured towards the mirror. "Look at yourself. Can't you
see what you are?"
"A complete
loser?"
"Stop it! Dammit, William, you've got
to have some confidence in yourself. I can't have all of it for both of us,
okay?" Buffy said. "You're not a loser. You're a kind, smart, handsome man."
"And might I add just
plain tasty?" Lorne
announced walking back into the room. "If I didn't think our little Buffykins would put me in a world of hurting, I'd be all
over you like frosting on a cupcake."
William blushed
bright red, starting down at his hands.
Buffy patted William on the shoulder.
"Lorne's really good at this. I was thrilled to find him when I moved
here. I was afraid my hair would totally suffer once I left L.A,"
"As if I'd allow that to happen to
someone with hair as gorgeous as this," Lorne said, running a hand over
Buffy's head. "Your girlfriend's got amazing
hair, William."
"I know," William said, his tone
becoming almost reverent for a moment. Buffy realized then that it was something
he'd already noticed about her, a trait he'd secretly admired. She'd always
assumed men noticed her obvious body parts, but her hair? Aside from when she
flipped it, how much attention did they give it?
The look William was giving her right now was
telling her that he'd given it quite a bit.
Lorne set down the bowl of dye he'd mixed in
the back, "Okay, we're going to give you a little trim before I start with
the color. And then I'll teach you what to do with these curls of yours, honey
cakes."
William nodded, knowing even if he tried to
argue, Buffy would just give him that pout, and he'd be agreeing to anything.
"Great!" Lorne exclaimed with a
smile. "Let's get this show on the road."

***
*** ***
"What do you think, lemon drop? Aren't
I a miracle worker?"
William stared at himself in the mirror,
running his hand through his hair. It was shorter, though not too much, and
Lorne had used some sort of gel to "add definition to the curl."
About two inches from the tips of his hair were bleached blond, and he found
that, surprisingly enough, he liked it. "It looks good," he said.
Lorne grinned. "And
how about you, cupcake? Do you approve of your man's new look."
Buffy wrapped her arms around William's
waist from behind, kissing his shoulder. "Oh yeah.
You did an amazing job, Lorne."
"Well, I am the best," Lorne
replied. He pulled a bag off the counter, handing it to William. "This is
shampoo, conditioner, and styling gel. Style it like I showed you, and get
Buffy to help you if need be. Don't be a baby about it. Remember, real men do style their hair. And as for the
shampoo, don't you dare use anything
else. You don't want to face the horrors of brassiness. Got it, lamb
chop?"
William nodded, taking the bag. "Yeah. Thanks."
Buffy linked her arm with William's.
"Thanks so much, Lorne. I knew you'd do a great job."
"But of course. You two kids off for
some shopping now?"
"Yep," Buffy replied. "I
can't wait to get William into something that shows off that lickable ass of his."
William sputtered his blush quickly
returning. "Buffy�"
"Well, it is!" Buffy said.
"Wouldn't you say so, Lorne?"
"Oh yeah. I can tell even in those slacks he's wearing now
that you could eat a meal off that thing."
William looked down. "Thanks," he
mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
Lorne patted Buffy's shoulder. "Well,
you two crazy lovebirds head on out, why don't you? Have a good time."
"We will," Buffy said with a
smile, her arm still hooked with William's as she led him out of the shop. As
soon as they were outside, Buffy stopped, turning to look William in the eye.
"You do really like it, don't you? Because if you don't, you don't have to
say you do just to make me happy."
"I do," William replied. "I'm
surprised that I do, but yeah, it looks good."
Buffy grinned. "I'm happy. It looks
great, baby. And I told you it would."
"You were right."
"Always am," Buffy said, giving
him a quick kiss. She took his hand, pulling him towards the car. "And now
it's off to wardrobe�"

***
*** ***
William trailed behind Buffy as she pulled
things from racks, periodically holding them up to him before making her
decision of whether or not to keep them in the pile or put them back. She said
nothing, only making either a face of approval or extreme distaste. Finally,
she seemed to be satisfied with what she had as she led him over to the
dressing rooms, sifting through the pile of clothes she'd made until she thrust
a few articles at him. "Go put these on."
"Yes, dear," William muttered,
earning him a slightly dirty look from Buffy. He sighed and took the clothes
from her, going into the dressing rooms. When he came back out, Buffy was
sifting through the clothes again, focused on the task of putting together possible
outfits. William cleared his throat, and she turned around quickly.
Buffy's jaw dropped, her eyes widening. His
normal loose slacks and button-down shirt combination had been replaced by
tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark blue silk overshirt,
perfectly complimenting his eyes. The t-shirt looked almost painted on,
outlining every one of the muscles on his chest, and Buffy had to fight to keep
from swooning.
"I look bloody ridiculous,"
William muttered. "This stuff's too tight."
"No!" Buffy said, surprised she
was able to get her mouth to work. "You look�wow. William, you look great.
I mean, I knew you would, but�whoa. If I didn't think it would get us arrested,
I'd so have sex with you right here."
"I don't know, Buffy. It all seems like
such a radical change," William said.
"But isn't that what
you wanted? A
change?"
She had him there. He had said he wanted a
change, and this certainly was one. But he couldn't shake the feeling that it
didn't look right on him, like he'd slipped into someone else's skin. "I
feel like I'm playing dress up, and that's what everyone's going to see. Stupid wanker William trying to act like he's something other than
a git."
"Um, no," Buffy said. "You
look like a really hot guy in some damn sexy clothes." She moved closer to
him, pressing her hands against his chest. "Clothes I really wanna rip
off."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You look good, baby. Really, really good. Trust me on this
one."
"Somehow I doubt that's even
possible."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "There you go
again, completely unaware of your own hotness. But then again if you did know, you might go out and find
someone better than me anyway, so maybe it's good
you're all clueless."
William frowned. "Buffy, I wouldn't do�"
"Here," she said, handing him
another stack of clothes. "Go try these now."
"I wouldn't cheat on you, Buffy,"
he said softly. "You don't�you don't really think I'd do that, do
you?"
"Of course not," Buffy said,
though the look in her eyes did little to convince William that she meant it. "Now
go. Try on clothes."
"Kitten�"
Buffy put her hands on her hips. "I'm
getting impatient. That makes me cranky. And believe me,
you do not want a cranky Buffy on
your hands."
William decided not to push it. Buffy had a tendency
to shut down on him, avoiding certain topics, and this seemed to be one of
them. But it didn't matter now, not really. He wouldn't cheat on her, so it was
a non-issue. He kissed her softly, trying to reassure her the
best he could without words. "I'll be out in a minute, pet."
"I'll be here," Buffy replied with
a smile.
William kissed her one more time quickly
before going into the dressing room.

***
*** ***
"You're going to blink them right
out."
William froze, giving Buffy a look of worry.
"Is that possible?"
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know. I've
never worn contacts. But the way you're blinking like crazy, it wouldn't surprise
me." She reached across the table, taking his hand. "Just don't think
about them. You'll get used to them."
"I didn't expect to walk out of there
today with the things. Figured he'd have to order them."
"Apparently you have a common prescription,"
Buffy replied. "And hey, he gave you those kind
you can just wear for a few weeks and then trash, so you won't even have to think about them for a while.
Instead, you can just think about the fact that you've finally got your
gorgeous girlfriend on an actual date."
William smiled at that. "Yeah, I guess
I do." He'd been thrilled when Buffy suggested they stay in town after
they'd finished their shopping and have dinner together. As much as he loved
spending time in bed with her, the idea of an actual date excited him, too. It
made their whole relationship seem more real, as if she really was his
girlfriend.
Buffy ran her thumb over the top of his
hand. She'd had a good day with William, enjoying his company. He looked
amazing, her top rate makeover skills certainly being put to good use. She'd
still found him attractive that afternoon when they'd set out, but now� His new
look seemed to fit the man she'd been discovering in her bed so much more. She'd
watched him come out of his shell, transform from the shy, stammering virgin who
she'd practically had to drag to bed to the man who had held her over his knees
the day before. The way he looked now reflected that, and she was proud of
herself.
"Stepping out on William already? That
was quick, Buffy."
Buffy turned quickly, Cecily's voice pulling
her out of her thoughts. She glared at the brunette now standing beside their
table. "Okay, first off, who the hell told you you
could interrupt our dinner, and secondly, this is William, you idiot."
William turned towards Cecily and her jaw
dropped. "You look�different," she said
"Yeah," William said with a
disinterested shrug. "You look about the same. Any reason you came over
here?"
Cecily tried unsuccessfully to hide her embarrassment.
"It just�appeared as if Buffy was being unfaithful. I was merely looking
out for you, William."
William arched an eyebrow. "How
thoughtful," he said flatly. "She's not and you're
interrupting."
"I'm�I'm sorry," Cecily said,
backing up. "Well, enjoy your dinner."
Buffy gave Cecily a saccharine smile and a
tiny wave, and Cecily turned around in a huff, walking off. As soon as she was
gone, Buffy started laughing, unable to contain it any longer. "Oh my god,
that was hilarious."
"She actually didn't recognize
me," William said, shaking his head. "I didn't think I looked that different."
"You don't," Buffy said.
"She's just a total moron. Trust me, I have to
see her every day. God, I bet she is so pissed off right now."
William chuckled. "She did look rather embarrassed."
He smiled across the table at Buffy, feeling a great swell of joy that she was
the one he was sitting with instead of Cecily. How had he ever thought that
he'd had feelings for Cecily? Must've been because he hadn't yet met�and subsequently
had his world turned upside down by�one Buffy Summers.
"She totally noticed your hotness, by
the way," Buffy said, watching for William's reaction carefully to the
observation that the woman he'd once pined for had been checking him out. It
had been clear to Buffy that Cecily had not been surprised just to see that it
was in fact William sitting there, but that it was William looking like that.
"She can notice all she wants,"
William said with a shrug. "She already missed her chance." He
squeezed Buffy's hand. "I found someone better anyway."
Buffy gave him a shy smile that William was
unused to seeing on her face but liked all the same. "Better, huh?"
"Much."
"And you admit that you're totally
hot?"
William frowned. "What? I never said
that."
"It was implied when you didn't argue
that Cecily wasn't checking out your hotness."
William gave her a dirty look. "Oh,
you're a tricky one."
"And this is news how?"
He shook his head, chuckling lightly.
"Guess it's not. Thank you, Buffy."
"For what? Tricking you into agreeing that you're a
hottie?"
"No." William lifted her hand to
his mouth, kissing it softly. "For thinking I am," he told her.
"For treating me like I am. For just�well, for
everything. This week has been the best week of my life, and it's all
because of you. You make me so happy, pet. More than I can even begin to tell
you."
Buffy looked down, the shy smile coming
back. "You've made me really happy, too."
William kissed Buffy's hand one more time
before setting it back at the table, smiling at her warmly.
From across the restaurant, Cecily Underwood
watched the couple, her eyes narrowed.

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Yes, that was a sex-free chapter. But hey,
there was lots of fluffy Spuffy goodness, and that's something, isn't it?
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