Willow and Cordelia held hands as they walked along the darkened streets with Spike. Willow couldn't even explain how comforting it was to simply touch Delia after their days apart. Even now, her green eyes were watching Spike with caution but her senses were concentrated on the feel of warm fingers dancing fleetingly across her palm. She watched as Spike stopped walking, having already moved nearly half a block ahead of them. Smoke surrounded him as he tossed the remainder of what had to be his fifth cigarette on the pavement. Blue eyes looked back at them, irritation, annoyance, curiosity and confusion moving across the brilliant depths as his eyes searched his pockets for what Willow supposed would be his sixth cigarette. Strange to find someone undead that was addicted to tobacco, she realized. She had never really thought much about vampires before, not beyond the entire they're evil and must be killed before they kill me train of thought that was. Of course, Angel had been an exception. His soul had made her see him in a different light. Now, though, she was even more confused. Drusilla and Spike did not have a soul, yet Willow had been with them for more than a day and seen things that made the evil image not fit. She knew they were evil, had heard stories that made her nose wrinkle in disgust, but she could also see the love that they obviously had for each other. And they had treated her well, becoming unlikely friends in a very short time. Willow had decided that vampires must be like humans. Some were good, some were bad and some were just what they were. She could accept them as being friends as long as they decided not to kill or torture any of her friends. Reluctantly she let go of Cordelia's hand, smiling a reassuring smile at her girlfriend as she walked towards Spike, her new friend. She knew what he must be dealing with at the moment. Angel had shared things with her about his relationship with William that gave her a bit of insight into the arrogant blonde and his attitude. Looking into his eyes, she sighed, wondering if Angel had any idea what he had inadvertently done to the children he had left behind. She wordlessly held out her hand, giving him a small smile. She was relieved when he smiled a crooked smile back and took her hand. The feel of his cool fingers was a change from Cordelia's warmth but it was a nice difference. She wasn't sure what to say, knowing that the wrong words would send him away. It was also obvious to her that Spike was not the type to really talk about his feelings, probably used to relying on violence as a way of expressing himself. She felt no fear though as she faced him, waiting for whatever he might say.

Spike took a drag from his Marlboro, blowing the smoke behind him so that it did not go into Willow's face. Looking back at her, he saw the same friendly green eyes tempting him to collapse into her arms and spill all of his secrets. Damn cheeky brat, that redhead. Known him less than forty-eight hours yet she seemed to think he'd just tell her things he'd never spoken aloud. He laughed sharply, moving his hand from hers to put his arm around her shoulders. He drew her against him, hearing her soft gasp of surprise. Good, he wanted to keep her guessing. Couldn't let her figure him out that easily. He looked back, seeing the perky brunette narrow her dark eyes at his arm touching Willow and laughed, leaning down and saying, "I still love him, pet, stupid bastard that I am."

"I know," she said with an impish smile as she leaned her head against his leather-clad shoulder, "just as he still loves you."

"Ya think?" he asked, flashing a sheepish grin that was betrayed by the gleam in his eyes.

"You know he does," Willow rolled her eyes, smacking him lightly as they turned down her street. "Seriously, Spike, he's a good friend of mine. If you hurt him, I'll have Drusilla hurt you."

Spike's eyes grew serious as he looked at her for several moments before speaking, "I would never hurt him, luv. He's the one that did the hurting last time, remember?"

"Well, I'll give him the same threat when I see him next time," she said softly, moving her hand up to touch his cheek. "It's gonna work out. Trust me."

"And what about you and the princess?" he asked, nodding his head towards where Cordelia was silently following them. He leaned over and brushed his lips against her ear as he whispered in a gleeful tone, "she's all jealous, pet. I can hear her heart racing from here. You think she's the one?"

Willow smiled at the idea of Cordelia being jealous of Spike of all people. She shook her head, "You're bad. Do you know that? Is that what this entire thing has been? The touching and whispering? Just some little game to make her annoyed?"

"Damn skippy," he said with a smirk. "And it worked."

"Is she really jealous?" Willow asked with a small smile. "You think she might love me?"

"Yeah," he then smiled, "maybe."

"This is my house," Willow said with a laugh as she gestured to the two story they were standing in front of. "Thanks for walking us here."

"Yeah, thanks a lot," Cordelia said, her voice as cold as Willow had ever heard it.

"My pleasure, luvs," Spike said with a smirk. "What we were talking about? I'd say definitely."

It took Willow a minute to figure out what he meant but when she did, she felt a slight blush spread over her face as she looked at Cordelia then back at him. She just smiled, "Go home, Spike. Just don't be too hard on him, OK?"

"The things I do for you, Princess," he said with a twinkle in his eyes as he sighed dramatically, "I'll try," he finally said with a wink as he gave an elaborate bow before turning and heading away from the girls.

"He's quite a character isn't he?" Cordelia said tightly.

Willow just smiled at her girlfriend as she opened her front door, "Come on, Delia. Let's go inside."


Willow walked into her living room, hearing Cordelia shut the door behind them. She sighed, saying, "It's nice to be home."
Cordelia came up behind her, the brunette's arm snaking around her waist as she said, "It's nice to have you home."

Willow turned her head, impulsively catching Cordelia's lips in a sweet kiss. She moaned as her lips opened and she ran her tongue over Delia's lips, seeking entrance. She was rewarded as the mouth opened and tongues met. She reluctantly pulled away as an annoying beep broke through to her. Green eyes swept over Cordelia's pretty face, seeing the reddened lips and eyes dazed with love and passion. Willow smiled, a wave of possession spreading over her as she moved her hand up, her fingers tangling in brown hair. "You're mine, Delia."

"I am?" Cordelia asked, feeling Willow's fingers tighten in her hair as the redhead swept forward and claimed her lips in a kiss that far surpassed the other. It was rough and possessive yet tender and gentle at the same time. She moved her hands behind Willow, one moving along the curve of the redhead's ass and the other simply resting on the small of her back. When Willow pulled away, Cordelia smiled a winning smile and whispered, "I am."

Willow looked at her answering machine, an annoyed look on her face as she moved towards it. "This beeping is getting on my nerves. Let me check my messages and I think we need to talk."

Cordelia nodded as she moved to sit down. Her eyes followed Willow as the redhead hit the message button. She rolled her eyes as she heard the first voice speak.

'Willow, it's Buffy. I came by but you weren't home. Are you there now? If so, pick up. Please? Damn. OK. I fucked up. I...I'm so not going to apologize to a machine. Call me when you get home, 'kay? Thanks'

'Willow, it's me again. Are you still mad? I'm sorry. I overreacted. I just didn't like thinking you had lied to us. It hurt. I'm your friend. You should have trusted me. You and Angel, well, if he makes you happy, it's cool. Call me, 'kay? I'm starting to get worried.'

"Me and Angel what?" Willow asked as she looked at Cordelia with a confused frown.

"Xander saw you and the prince of brood the other night and his idiotic mind jumped to the wrong conclusions. They thought you and Angel were involved," Cordelia explained with an amused smile.

"Me and Angel?" Willow had to laugh, "and suddenly things make so much more sense. So they don't know about you and me?"

"Nope," Cordelia shook her head.

Willow smiled as she hit the button again. "Damn, how many messages did Buffy leave?"

"She must really be worried that she ticked you off," Cordelia observed.

"And she would be right," Willow said with a frown as she began deleting the messages when she heard Buffy's apologetic voice. "There were seven."

"You gonna call her?" Cordelia asked, stretching back on the sofa.

Willow thought about it and shook her head as her green eyes moved over Cordelia. "Nope. She can wait until tomorrow. I have more important things to do tonight."

"You do?" Cordelia smiled a lazy smile as she saw the green eyes moving over her.

"Yep," Willow smiled as she moved towards the couch, the message beep quiet now.

"Like what?" Cordelia asked, hoping that her own intentions weren't completely obvious. She wanted nothing more than to kiss Willow and let things happen that had only happened in her dreams.

Willow sat on the edge of the sofa and looked down at Cordelia. With a giggle, she let herself fall onto Cordelia. She straddled the laughing brunette and leaned down, running her tongue over Cordelia's lips. "Like you?"

Cordelia beamed before she grew serious, "I was so scared Willow. When we couldn't find you, I was so sure that I might have lost you before I had even had you."

"I'm sorry. I tried to get Drusilla to let me call you. I knew you'd be thinking the worst," Willow said softly. "She wouldn't let me ruin her Daddy's surprise though. But, you know, it made me realize a few things, being away from you. What I've been feeling for you, this relationship we've begun, it's right. I love you, Cordelia Chase. I don't want to ever be away from you like that again."

"You do?" Cordelia whispered, knowing that they had said the words in the past but never as serious as now. "Really and truly?"

Willow nodded, "With all my heart. More than I ever imagined loving anyone."

"Me too," Cordelia said, laughing softly. "I mean, I love you too. I think I always did. I don't want to ever lose you."

"You won't," Willow promised with a large smile. Her heart was racing as she heard the words that Cordelia spoke, the seriousness in the brunette's eyes giving her no doubts to their sincerity. "You know, you didn't have to worry about Spike. He's so in love with Drusilla and Angelus that I'm merely some human annoyance."

"It sure as hell didn't look like it," Cordelia said with a frown. "He was watching your ass and I also saw him cop a feel. He was flirting too."

"He's just a harmless flirt," Willow said, laughing. "He's right. You were jealous. He was intentionally trying to get you riled, Delia. He likes to play games with people."

"Well, it worked. And what kind of games exactly?" Cordelia asked, her eyes narrowing as Willow's face grew pink.

"Nothing important," Willow hastened to assure the brunette. "Do you want to stay over tonight?"

Cordelia slowly smiled, petty jealousy of Spike leaving her as she saw that Willow wanted only her. Take that you bleached blonde moron, she thought with a triumphant smile. She was going to get the girl. "Yeah, I'd like that."


Willow fell back on her bed, laughter breaking the silence. She looked into the face of her girlfriend, lover she amended with a large smile. She pushed her hair away from her sweaty face and sighed. "That was...wow."

Cordelia nodded, "Wow doesn't even describe it."

"I never knew it could be like that," Willow said with wide eyes. "Do you think it's always that good?"

"I don't know. I doubt it," Cordelia said with a smile. "I love you, Willow."

"I love you too," she responded easily, thinking how funny it was that three words could make her so happy.

Cordelia laid on the bed beside Willow, her own hair falling across her face. She moved her hand to rest against Willow's flat stomach, feeling the mixture of sweat and her own saliva. She moved her eyes down the redhead, smiling in satisfaction as she saw the rosy nipples begin to harden just from that simple touch and the caress of her eyes. Willow's reaction to her was fascinating. She had never imagined such passion and desire in the shy little redhead. Showed what she knew. Willow had been an amazing lover, tender and sweet but also needy and lusty. Together, they had been unstoppable. They hadn't intended for things to go as far as they had, planning on simply laying together and kissing with maybe a few stray touches. And they had been good for the first hour or so, just laying with their limbs entwined as they had spoken in soft voices, soft kisses breaking their conversation randomly. After one such kiss, they hadn't pulled away. Clothes had soon been laying on the floor as both girls got carried away by passions long ignored. Cordelia smiled as her stomach began to tighten as she watched Willow squirm from her steady caressing of her stomach. She moved her hand lower, her fingers brushing against the coarse red hair wet from release and saliva. She chuckled as she looked at Willow with a wicked smile, "I think we deserve to miss school today. What do you think?" Willow moaned as she felt Cordelia's fingers against her clit, "You expect me to think when you're teasing me like that?"

"Want to stay home today? Play hooky?" Cordelia asked as she leaned forward, tugging the flesh of Willow's stomach into her mouth. "Stay in bed all day," she continued before taking another nip. "Order pizza and veg out." Another nip. "Fuck me six ways from Sunday."

Willow had to laugh, the husky sound doing strange things to Cordelia as the redhead said, "Put that way, how could I possibly refuse?"

"I was hoping you'd say that," Cordelia said with a large smile.

"Let me up for a second," Willow said, groaning as she reached for her phone, glad that it was beside her bed. She dialed a number that was familiar, thankfully getting the machine. "Buffy, it's Willow. I'm not going to class today but would like for you and Xander to come by this afternoon. We need to talk," she hung up, looking at Cordelia with a smile, "I do hope your ready to come out, so to speak. I will not hide our relationship from my friends any longer. You're too important to me."

"I don't mind telling Buffy and Xander and those guys. I mean, I so will not have them thinking that Angel has you when you're mine," Cordelia said. "But, I'm not so sure about school. I mean, can you imagine what that would be like?"

Willow nodded, "Yeah, I'm not that eager to face all that, not yet at least. The gang will probably be bad enough. It's our business, so it should stay that way."

"Good," Cordelia nodded, not really wanting to share her relationship with Willow with everyone just yet. It might be selfish, but she rather liked having the redhead to herself. "But, if it does come out, I don't care. I love you so to hell with people at school and what they think."

"Yeah, that's what I was just thinking," Willow said with a laugh. "Let's just not worry about all that yet. We've got a long time ahead to deal with all that. Right now, I believe someone promised me a day of sex and fun...."

"Did they? And who was that?" Cordelia asked with a smile as she leaned forward and kissed Willow as her fingers dipped lower between the redhead's legs.


"I'm so sorry," Buffy said as she entered Willow's house.

"Save it," Willow said, holding up her hand. She shut the door behind Xander, not looking at either of her friends as she entered the living room. "I don't want to hear whatever you've cooked up as a way to apologize for being a stupid, ignorant bitch and all around bad friend."

"Ouch," Buffy said with a frown as she studied Willow. Something was different, what she wasn't sure. "I deserve that, though."Yeah, you do," Willow said, facing them both as she sat down. "Sit. We need to talk."
"Before you start, I just want to say that I'm cool with you and Angel," Xander said.

"Yeah, we both are fine with it if it makes you happy," Buffy said.

Willow looked at them with a withering look before she started to laugh, "I'm sorry. It's just, me and Angel? What the hell were you both thinking?"

"What?" Buffy asked, looking at the laughing redhead then at Xander.

"Buffy, Angel is a very good friend but he and I aren't together. Not in the way you two seem to want to believe. In fact, he's actually starting to get involved with someone from his past," Willow said with a smile. She had spent nearly an hour on the phone with the dark haired vampire earlier that day, thinking how wonderful it was that they had become such good friends and especially in such a short time. She was thankful for that friendship as she told him about the newest step in her and Cordelia's relationship and as she had listened to him haltingly mention spending hours talking to Spike. She didn't have to hear the details to know that those two were slowly working out the past.

"He is? With who?" the slayer asked, knowing that she had never really had Angel but still feeling a bit lost knowing he had moved on.

"His name is Spike, and you will not slay him," Willow warned. "He and Angel's daughter Drusilla arrived in town a week ago or so. From what Angel said earlier, I think they will be staying awhile."

"Daughter?" Xander said with a confused frown. "I don't get this. I saw you two together and you hugged. He kissed you. And Spike? A guy? I always knew Angel was...."

"Xander," Willow warned, causing the dark haired teen to smile sheepishly. "This is your fault, you know. You and your overactive mind. Why didn't you both just ask? Instead of attacking me without even asking the truth."

"Well, I'm sorry. I saw you with him and reacted," Xander said, sighing. "I learned my lesson, trust me. Next time, I'll just shut up and not say a word."

"So, we're cool? You forgive us?" Buffy asked, chewing on her bottom lip as she nervously waited for an answer.

"Well, I'm not sure yet," Willow said, her bravado faltering as she looked towards the stairs where Cordelia was standing, waiting. They had decided the best way to tell the others was to just act as if it was nothing special. Let Buffy and Xander deal with it. If they really were her friends, they'd accept it and move on.

"What do we need to do?" Buffy asked, "This weekend was hell, knowing that I had been so stupid and that I might have lost your friendship....I didn't like that."

"Here you are, honey," Cordelia said in a brave voice as she entered the living room. She handed Willow a glass of soda, thankful that the redhead took the cup before her trembling hand spilled anything. She hated to admit it, but she was scared. Sure, Willow loved her and said that it didn't matter what her friends thought. But, Cordelia was still frightened. This was all new to her and she knew how hard it was to be brave against your friends.

"Thanks, lover," Willow said, pulling Cordelia beside her, her hand clasping the cheerleader's tightly. She took a drink of soda and then put it on the table in front of her. She leaned back and rested her head against Cordelia's shoulder as she saw the disbelieving looks on her friends' faces. Disbelief that turned to surprise as Cordelia spoke.

"Willow and Angel? Reeeeally," Cordelia rolled her eyes as she smiled softly at her lover and then looked back at Buffy and Xander, "guess you both feel pretty silly right now."


"She was really speechless?" Angel repeated again before breaking into laughter again.

"Yep. And I thought Xander was going to faint," Cordelia said with a smile. "Before he started to look at us both and began to drool, that is."

"Xander did not drool," Willow said with a wink at her lover, "maybe a little frothing at the mouth but no drool."

"Couldn't blame the bloke, could you?" Spike asked from his position of laying on the couch with his head on Angel's lap. "Two beauties like you shagging like crazy. Can smell sex lingering on you both like some intoxicating perfume. And you make fun of the poor chap. Tsk tsk, princesses."

"You just keep your smelling away from my girl," Cordelia warned the blonde that she had actually started to consider a friend.

"Aw, pet, why can't I play with Red?" Spike asked, giving Willow a playful leer as he winked at the giggling redhead. "She wants to play, don't ya luv?"

"Maybe one day," Willow said with a laugh. "Right now I'm having such fun playing with Delia that I can't even contemplate anyone else. Besides, I fear having you too might just be too much."

"Ever the diplomat," Angel said with a smile at the redhead that still held a piece of his heart.

He was glad that she and Cordelia had seemed so happy, even telling the others the truth about their relationship. He had William, no Spike, back in his life and Drusilla too. He was finally beginning to see that even with the soul he could be happy. In a way, Willow was the one that had forced him into that realization. And he couldn't lie and say that he had stopped wondering what the two girls looked like together. Especially now that, as Spike had said, the scent of sex lingered on them so thick he could smell it in the other room. He also couldn't deny not imagining that same scenario with him and even Spike joining the beautiful girls. Not that that would be happening anytime soon. Their relationship was still in the early phases as was his and Spike's. No, anything more happening between them besides friendship would have to wait awhile. Not that he minded. In the past week since he and Spike and Drusilla had been reunited, he had purchased a lovely mansion with a garden that Drusilla loved and so much space that they could live comfortably. The ritual had been performed to restore her strength, and his favorite childe was now resting upstairs for the few days it would take for her to regain the power and strength that she had lost in Prague. Willow and Cordelia had already become favorite guests, having been over every night since they had moved into the mansion. While they had spent most evenings talking amongst the four of them, five when Drusilla felt well enough to join them, for some reason, their conversation with Buffy had never come up until tonight.

"I try," Willow said with a small smile. "Seriously, though, they handled it better than I thought. I think Buffy was so relieved that I wasn't in love with you that she would have accepted just about anyone, even Delia."

"Hey now!" Cordelia said, glaring at her lover, "I could find that offensive. Besides, she did hand me that standard hurt our Willow and I'll kick your ass warning."

"Wow, you actually earned one of those?" Angel whistled.

"Yep. I was rather proud," Cordelia said with a dazzling smile. "Not often I warrant a threat from the slayer."

"I don't need the slayer to protect me. I think I can handle you myself," Willow said with a confident smile.

"Yeah, I'd put my money on Red," Spike said with a smile. "Doubt the cheerleader would stand a chance against my Red."

"Your what?" Cordelia challenged.

"Stop now," Angel and Willow both said before looking at each other and laughing.

"I feel like we need a time out for both of them," Willow said with a smile as she began to massage the back of Cordelia's neck.

"Cheeky brat," Spike said, his words affectionate as he blew the redhead a kiss.

"So, have you given our offer any thought?" Angel asked the girls as Spike squirmed in his lap, finally resting his blonde head on his upper thigh.

Willow nodded, sharing a smile with Cordelia. "Yeah, we've talked about it. Do you have any idea what you'd be getting into?"

"I think we're prepared for whatever happens," Angel said with a small smile.

Cordelia snorted, "Out of the mouth of babes." "Ah, luv, nice to know you think we're babes, but my heart belongs to Peaches and Dru with a small bit reserved for Red when she realizes that she wants me," Spike said with a smirk.

"I think I change my vote," Cordelia said with a narrowed glare at Spike before she giggled. "Is he always so insufferable?"

"He was worse in the beginning," Angel said with a stoic nod. "Horribly arrogant and conceited."

"And you loved me anyway," Spike reminded with a smile. "And what do you mean worse?"

"Boys, not arguing," Willow said. "As I was saying, if you're absolutely sure you know what it all means, I'm talking slayer visits in the middle of the night, being nice to Xander, study sessions in the living room and all that, then yes, Cordelia and I would be honored to move in here with your family."

"Really?" Spike sat up, a dopey smile crossing his face. "I was sure Pollyanna there would say no."

"My name is Cordelia," Cordelia said, rolling her eyes. "Why can't he call us by our given names? If it isn't luv or pet, it's some horrible nickname."

"Gets under your skin, doesn't it?" Spike said with a sinister grin. "See, my work is done."

"I think Delia and I should have a room on the opposite side of the mansion," Willow said with a laugh. "And Cordy, be glad he isn't calling you many of the names that he could be."

"Always being logical," Cordelia said with a smile at her lover before she leaned over and caught the redhead's lips in a soft kiss. Pulling back, she looked at Angel and smiled, "So, when do we move in?"


"I can't believe we're really doing this," Willow said with a shy smile at Cordelia.

"Me either, honestly," Cordelia admitted with a giggle. "I can't believe Buffy is the one that pushed us into this."

"She has been wonderful, hasn't she?" Willow said, shaking her head. "I never would have imagined her being so supportive."

"She almost lost you. That scared her into being almost annoyingly supportive," Cordelia said with a roll of her eyes.

"Now, now," Willow scolded. "Just think, after this we get to go home to Angel and Spike and Drusilla. Angel promised to cook us dinner and Spike was even nice before we left today."

"He just wants to get into your panties," Cordelia said with a smile. "Of course, after hearing of your night with him, it sounds as if he already did."

"Would you please quit bringing that up? It was weeks ago and it meant nothing. I was out of bed before he could do anything but touch," Willow reminded.

"I know," Cordelia said, kissing Willow lightly. "You chose me over that bleached blonde moron. Have I told you today just how smart you are?"

"No, but you've called me beautiful and told me you loved me about a dozen times," Willow said with a laugh. "You look wonderful."

"Not as good as you do," Cordelia said, glancing down at her red dress then at Willow's green dress. "Are we really ready for this? I mean, once we go in there is no turning back."

"I love you," Willow said simply.

"OK then. Let's get this nightmare over," Cordelia said, taking Willow's arm and moving from the shadows beside the Sunnydale High gym. The girls walked up the stairs, under the banner that said, Welcome to the Fall Formal, and into the gym where their friends were waiting.


"You both look gorgeous," Buffy said with a smile as she came up to Willow and Cordelia.

"Wow, that's a great dress," Willow said, looking at the dark blue dress the slayer was wearing.

"Isn't it great?" Buffy turned, letting them see the backless dress before facing them again. She leaned forward and whispered, "And the skirt has slits so if any baddies show up, I'm ready for battle."

"It's very becoming," Cordelia said with a smile at the blonde.

"Who are you and what did you do to Cordelia Chase?" Buffy asked, looking at the brunette in shock.

"Am I really that bad," Cordelia asked with a laugh.

"You were," Buffy and Willow both said then laughed. Buffy continued, "Willow seems to mellow you out a bit. I like it."

"Are Xander and Amy here yet?" Willow asked, her hand entwined with Cordelia's.

"Yeah. They've gotten us a table. Last time I saw them, they were dancing," Buffy said. "Talk about feeling like an odd man out. You and Cordelia are the prettiest couple here and Xander and Amy look great too. And I'm alone."

"No you're not. You're with us," Willow said with a smile as she put her arm around the slayer's shoulders. "Chin up, slayer. One day you'll be lucky enough to find someone as perfect for you as Cordy is for me."

"I'd settle for less than perfect," Buffy said before laughing, "Nah, I wouldn't."

"Well, well, well," Harmony said as she moved towards the three girls. "Seems Willow cleans up rather well, but I don't see a date."

"Harmony, girls, so nice to see you," Cordelia said with a smile. "I've been meaning to find you all week."

"You've been quite a stranger lately, haven't you?" Harmony said with a fake smile.

"Better things to do," Cordelia said with a sincere smile. "Anyway, the reason I wanted to see you was to officially resign my spot on the squad. I used to love cheerleading, but it just hasn't been any fun lately."

"You can't," Aurora protested.

"She just knows she's going to lose that bet," Harmony said with a triumphant smile.

"Actually, Harm," Willow spoke up as she smiled at the girls, "I do have a date so guess you lost. Are you ready, lover?"

Cordelia smiled and nodded, "More than ready."

Cordelia put her arm around Willow's waist and kissed her lightly, listening in satisfaction as Harmony gasped. She looked up and winked at an amused Buffy before looking back at the girls, "If you'll excuse me, I have a redhead waiting for me."

With that, Willow, Cordelia and Buffy moved away from the others and towards the table that Xander and Amy were sitting at waiting for them. Oblivious to the stares of surprise, appreciation or disgust, Willow and Cordelia sat down, their hands clasped, their love obvious.

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