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I set and waited it wasn’t like I hadn’t done that before, but tonight was different for one reason. Tonight I thought I could finally tell
her. One year had gone by sense they had parted and I believed that it was time, that maybe if I was lucky she would no longer harbor
feelings for the vampire. I tried not to love her to stop. I tried with Cordy I tried with Willow, and I hurt Willow and Cordy, because
I couldn’t seem to stop what I felt for Buffy. I know everyone even Dead boy thought it was a school boy crush, and maybe it was in
the beginning but I truly loved her and didn’t want to lose her.

I had made sure it was okay with Willow what I was going to do when Buffy got here tonight. I had made sure it was all right not
practiced asking on the hacker. I realized only in retrospect how horrible the number of times I’d pretended my red headed best
friend was someone else had been. As she had pointed out to me only a short while ago hindsight is truly twenty-twenty.

Buffy was the first to walk in, and as usual my stomach did a strange flip-flop at the sight of her sun-drenched beauty. God how I
wanted her to see me, I knew of course as long as she believed that she had a chance that walking excuse of a man that she never would.
God I wish I could have found someone else to be in love with. That I could have found someone who didn’t wish they had someone else.
Now though I was beginning to have hope. She hadn’t been with Dead boy in nearly a year and I hadn’t seen that trademark sad face
that always seemed to appear when she was thinking of him in nearly as long.

My eyes strayed to the form that moved behind Buffy, and my heart stopped. I waited as it slowly began to beat again. Willow? My
Willow only I’d never seen the vision that walked confidently behind the slayer.

She wore a figure flattering dress that clung to her form sliding snugly over curves I’d not even realized where hiding beneath her
normal attire. The dress ended in along gossamer skirt that moved and flowed with her movements. Her hair was pulled back in a neat
french twist that dripped curls of fire about her face framing it. The deep green of the dress made her hair and eyes stand out with
intensity. Stunning there was no other word for how she looked, for a moment I was struck by how seemingly blind I had always been.

They made their way over to me, Buffy’s lips curving into a knowing smile and I realized that I was making that shocked fish expression
as I continued to stare at Willow. Who for her part offered me a warm smiling and leaning over carefully closed my mouth for me.
Knocking me out of my momentary stumper.

"Hey Wills," I said brightly trying to cover my own shock. She smiled at me letting me know it was okay. Buffy set across from me her
fingers moving to the drink I had ordered before they had gotten here. She smiled her thanks. "You know me way to well." She said
before taking a deep sip of the cool caffeine.

"Wills you look great," I said and she blushed softly.

"Thanks." She turned her head to one side as a slow song started to play a smile spreading across her lips as she began to sway caught in
its thrall."I’m gonna go dance," she said surprising me and Buffy with her words. That was not very Willow like but then maybe she
wasn’t being Willow tonight, maybe she was being someone else, or just testing the water to see what it was like to be out there. She
danced her way out onto the floor moving in perfect sync with the slowly sensuous music.

I found myself following her eyes as they moved about the dark back of the club. She was following someone with her gaze and she
continued to dance, she seemed to freeze for a moment, and I wondered if whoever she was watching and turned and caught her eyes on
them. She smiled then slowly, it was a smile unlike any I’d ever seen on her lips before and one I knew for sure I had never seen
directed at me. Her movements slowed even more matching the rhythm and seeming to call to whoever she was watching. How could he
resist? I wondered, I had completely forgotten Buffy who was watching the show as avidly as I was, for different reason though. I
think she was as curious as I as to just who Willow was dancing for because now she had added her arms, slowly moving them over her
form in a sensual dance.

She danced to entice and enthrall and whomever she danced for must have a will of stone or a heart of one I thought as I watched had it
been me I don’t think I could have stayed from her.

A smile light her lips then one of pleasure and happiness as a figure disentangled himself from the shadows and started toward her. I
heard Buffy’s sharp intake of breath which mirrored my own, as Dead Boy made his way to Willow. He drew her dancing form along his
own, matching her movements before slowly guiding them into a deeper even more blatantly erotic overtone. He held her easily one arm
wrapped about her waist the other low on her hip, her arms alternated between around his neck and moving slowly over his chest.

There was a strange sense of Irony in this I realized. How a situation once played out much like this before their eyes. When Buffy had
danced with me in much that same manner on that very floor when we where still in high school, but now the players where different and
neither of them glanced to us to see our reactions. I caught Buffy’s hand in my own and gave it a gentle squeeze. She glanced at me and
we shared a look, before glancing back at the figures on the dance floor. I had wanted him to move on to leave Buffy alone I just never
imagined that he would move onto my best friend, or that he would be the one to put that warm smile back on her face. He leaned down
and I found my other hand clinging in a fist as his lips claimed Willow’s. They kissed on the dance floor seemingly unaware of those
around them, not a kiss of new lovers no this was a kiss that be spoke of the understanding of time, and I wondered just how long.