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Willow brushed her long red hair, watching each single strand spill like silk from the brush. She sighed and thought of her day. It had been the
usual. Buffy being nice, in her own, semi-rude kind of way and Xander staring at Buffy's breasts, totally ignoring Willow.
"You should really be more open, Will. There's a lot out there for a girl like you." Buffy had said at the Bronze as she took a sip from her soda.
*Open? What do you mean 'open'? Like you and your top? * Willow had thought as she looked at Buffy's tight white shirt, which laced together in the
middle, leaving an enticing view of the valley between her breasts.
As Xander well knew, because his eyes were glued to it.
Willow was suprised his tongue wasn't lagging out of his head.
*And what do you mean a girl like me? A shy, book-wormish girl? Is that it? Because I am so much more than that! I know I am! Maybe I just stay in
this shell because I want to. Because I'd rather stay hidden then flaunt myself to every male within a 50 mile radius! * Willow was shocked with
herself.
How could she think such thoughts about Buffy? Her friend?
It was all Xander's fault, she had decided.
She had wanted him to want her for so long, that now when someone came along, someone who had been Willow's first good girl friend but bottom line was A
girl, she found herself jealous.
*But he isn't even mine*, she thought as she lowered the brush to the table, *And he never will be. *
Yet Willow knew deep down that she was starting to no longer want him at all. He was dense to her feeling and everyone else but his own, much like Buffy.
As far as Willow was concerned, they deserved each other.
She hated to think this way, but it was how she felt.
Buffy and Xander should just get together.
But then what about her? And Angel?
Willow giggled at the mere thought of his name. Angel was so..something she couldn't describe.
He was attractive of course, anyone could see that, but there was more to him than that. He was deep and dark and..Willow, often in the back of her mind,
liked to think of him as romantic.
She knew that Vampires were supposed to be scary, but there was something about their nature that she had found disturbingly sexy and lushly romantic.
In Giles' dusty old books they were often illustrated, holding lovely young woman in their strong arms. Their lips just delicately tracing over their
necks before feeding.
Willow had often felt a warm chill looking at the pictures. It all looked so erotic. And Willow would be lying if she said she had never thought of Angel
in a romantic way.
His arms looked so strong and warm.
And his lips were so beautiful sculpted. So soft looking.
And then there was the best and worst part of it all.
The danger of it.
A relationship with him would be considered Forbidden in many ways. Perhaps
that is why she had said that same phrase so long ago, "Ours is a forbidden
love."
And wouldn't it just put Buffy in her place. To have her man stolen away.
It would settle the score in a way, because Buffy had taken Xander. So why shouldn't Willow take Angel?
Willow shook her head, annoyed by her dirty thoughts and climbed under the
thick covers on her bed.
*Don't be foolish! Angel would never notice YOU anyway*, she scolded herself.
She clicked off her lamp and slipped into a deep sleep.
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The song started slowly, seeping into her brain.
~Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star that somewhere you are
thinking of me too
Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
than here in my room
dreaming about you and me~
Willow looked down at herself to see a long, sweeping, strapless white dress of satin. He red hair was pinned up on her head and her nails were painted a
color that matched her hair. She wore a silver heart locket and a lace scarf around her neck.
The room she was in was gorgeous. Above her head was the largest chandelier she had ever seen. Covered with bright burning candles.
The walls around her were mostly windows that showed an outside of the bluest skies she'd ever seen and large, puffy clouds. She realized slowly that the
whole room was a large circle, a dance floor. Yet she was alone. With no
dancing partner, the music playing on.
~Wonder if you ever see me and I
wonder if you know I'm there (am I there, am I?)
If you looked in my eyes would you see what's inside
Would you even care?
I just wanna hold you close but so far
all I have are dreams of you
So I wait for the day (wait for the day)
to take the courage to say
how much I love you
Yes I do~
Suddenly a finger tapped her bare shoulder gently and she turned to see Angel.
He was so much taller than she remembered. His dark hair was, as all ways, unkempt-looking and he smiled at her, his brown eyes warm and staring
intently into hers, "May I have this dance?"
*Me?* her thoughts squeaked, *He wants to dance with ME! I never thought..*
Willow was certain that Angel had never noticed her, and if he had, he didn't
care.
But here he was, looking eager to dance with her.
She felt a smile tremble onto her lips, "Sure."
~I'll be dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
than here in my room
dreaming about you and me~
This had to be a dream. There was no way this could be happening. That she could be in his strong arms. Swaying along the dance floor to one of the
most beautiful songs she had ever heard in one of the most beautiful places she could ever imagine.
He pulled her so close she could bearly breathe, and she felt her hands explore his back with no shame.
She felt a delicious shiver run through her as she rested her head on his
shoulder.
She waited for him to back away. To be disgusted and tell her she was
childish.
That he cared for Buffy, not some geeky red headed.
But he didn't. He instead let out an unsteady breath and continued to move
her along the floor to the tempo.
~Corazón (Sweetheart)
No puedo dejar de pensar en ti (I can't stop thinking of you)
Cómo te necesito (How I need you)
Mi amor, como te extraño (My love, how I miss you)~
Willow didn't want to break the splendor of the moment, but she had to. If
this kept up, she wouldn't be able to hold back what she was feeling. How
she felt.
"This is nice. But..um..Buffy.."
"Isn't here. And I wouldn't want her to be," he said in a husky voice,
cupping Willow's cheek.
"B-But Buffy.."
"Isn't who I want anymore? Maybe I did at first. I mean you've seen her.
Those tight, revealing clothes. Lust is a powerful force. But love conquers
all."
"Love?"
"I don't love Buffy, Willow. But there is someone, I think I can love,
though. Someone I would like to fall in love with very much."
"Oh." Willow whispered, "Who?"
He grinned and traced the pad of his thumb along her very soft bottom lip,
"The woman right in front of me."
~Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I still can't believe
that you came up to me and said
I love you
I love you too~
Angel lowered his mouth onto to Willow's. Gently at first, but he soon rubbed his lips impatiently against hers. Seeking entrance.
Willow whimpered weakly and opened her mouth, letting Angel explore her.
His hand cupped the nape of her neck, holding her close as he gave her a
passionate kiss.
She felt her mind and body explode. Blooding pumping through her with super
speed.
She relaxed and pulled away, "Oh Angel."
Angel waited, holding his breath.
"Oh Angel, I love you."
Angel let out a sigh and pulled her to him again, "I love you, too."
~Now I'm dreaming with you tonight
Till tomorrow (till tomorrow) and for all of my life
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
than here in my room
Dreaming with you endlessly~
They kissed each other with unbelievable love and understanding.
Each plundering the other's mouth, knowing what the other needed in some
unexplainable way. And Willow's heart pounded painfully against her chest.
She was so in love with him it hurt.
*I love him*
*I love him*
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"Love him." She mumbled as she woke up groggily. Willow shook her head and looked at the clock. It was 4 a.m and she was awake.
*Dream. It was a dream! * she thought and moaned.
And what a dream. It was so beautiful and so..
She felt tears at her eyes. It was no fair! For a dream to taunt her with a
love she could never had. She had never dreamed of Xander that way. She had
never dreamed of Xander at all.
And deep in her mind she could vividly remember the love she had felt for Angel.
She found her heart hurt with an indescribable pain.
"Why?" she croaked, feeling tears slip out.
*Don't be stupid! It was a dream! A dumb, stupid dream and it's over now.
Dreams are just dreams. You don't really love Angel and he sure doesn't love
you*
But Willow now knew that wasn't true.
She didn't know how. Or why or when.
But she had fallen hopelessly and fully for Angel.
She loved him.
And that was all there was to it.
The End :)