The moment Buffy started writhing against Xander in The Bronze shouldn’t have gotten to her the way it had. But it did. It hurt to watch as her so called best friend flirted with her long time crush, bumping and grinding in what some may call dancing. Willow called it an act of mating.
It was a desperate attempt on Buffy’s part but it worked. What ever she was trying to accomplish, she succeeded. Not only did she end up getting hurt, but so did Angel. Her green eyes softened with sympathy for the brooding vampire when she noticed him staring longingly at the girl he had started to care so much for.
It broke her heart even more. He didn’t deserve to be shoved aside as if he didn’t matter.
Getting up from her table she slowly made her way toward him, stealing a few glances toward the two on the dance floor as she did. When she finally stepped in front of him, he looked down at her, both peering into one another’s eyes. Both searching for some cure for the pain they were currently feeling.
She slipped her hand into his, offering him a half-hearted smile. It was the best she could do under the circumstances.
She felt him give her small hand a light squeeze. He understood. It seemed like he always understood. He escorted her out of the night club, leaving Buffy to handle whatever demons she needed to face on her own.
Between the both of them, they’d find their way out of the heartache together.
The walk home had been in utter silence. Their hands laced together, fitting perfectly as one. He didn’t want to let go of her warmth. It felt nice to have someone who understood him, someone who seemed to care about his feelings. Willow was special and he found himself unable to look away from her for very long. She was like a fine piece of art in the flesh.
She glanced up at him and smiled, causing his undead heart to swell. It was a beautiful sight… she was beautiful, especially under the soft glow of the moonlight.
After Buffy’s departure for the summer, the two of them had grown a little as friends and as individuals. He knew that what he was feeling for her friend was forbidden fruit. Willow was starting to fill his thoughts day and night. Damn near scared him to dust. He hadn’t even felt this way when he was human and now that he wasn’t he was falling for the Slayer’s best friend.
Would he be good enough for her? Could he give her everything she wanted?
He’d give anything for the chance to prove that he wouldn’t hurt her. To show her the love she so dearly deserved.
“Well, this is my stop.” Her soft voice broke through his thoughts. They were standing in front of her door now. He frowned. That walk ended sooner than he would have liked. Yet, she hadn’t let go of his hand.
She looked at him with concern, her brows furrowing together.
He met her eyes, “Sorry, got a lot of things on my mind.”
Willow nodded, slowly removing her hand from his.“Yeah, me, too. I’m sorry about what Buffy did to you tonight.” It was his turn to furrow his brows. “Doing that sexy dance with Xander? She shouldn’t have hurt you like that. I know you missed her during the summer and all. And for her to--”
“She hurt you, too, Willow,” he interrupted softly. She was so worried over him, she wasn’t thinking of herself. Something most didn’t do. “She should have considered your feelings before mine.”
She gave him that heartbreaking half smile again. He could tear out Buffy’s throat for putting that look on her face.
She didn’t say anything. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She was thankful, even if she was still dealing with seeing the boy she cared so much for dancing with her best friend. She also seemed nervous about something, nibbling her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Um, would you like to come in for some coffee or something? Do you drink coffee? You don’t seem like the type who would, that’s not to say that you wouldn’t, but you’re vampire… and I don’t have any blood. Unless you count mine, which I hope you won’t because I kind of like breathing and having a pulse.”
He couldn’t help but smile. She was so adorable when she was nervously rambling away.
“And I’ll just be quiet now.” Her face turned red. Another thing he admired about her.
“I’d like that.” She frowned and turned to unlock her door. No, no he didn’t want her to be quiet. Stupid. He took a step closer to her.
“I mean, I’d like to come in and have coffee.” He quickly corrected. “And I promise I won’t bite.”
After opening her door she turned to face him again, tears shining in her eyes threatening to spill over.
He nodded, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss those tears away. Suddenly feeling like a nervous schoolboy, he made a note to watch what he said from now on.
She took his hand again and led him inside her empty house, shutting the door behind them. When she tried to let go of his hand this time, he tightened his hold. He wanted her to know that she was wanted by at least one person. She may have wanted to be with someone who didn’t realize he had her, but he wasn’t going to let her slip through his fingers.
She looked at their joined hands and then looked up at him as he gently pulled her to the middle of the living room and into his arms.
His arms circled around her small waist, holding her close. He looked into her eyes as he began to lead her in a slow dance, though surprised at first, she soon melted into him. The dreamy look she was now giving him put a warm smile on his face.
Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
A solitary tear slipped from the corner of one of her eyes as she laid her head against his broad chest. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes. He wanted to remember this moment for eternity.