Willow heard a key in the lock and sat up in the bed. She pushed Angel off of her and hurriedly grabbed a robe. She was out of her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her before Buffy had closed the door.
"Willow? Are you still in bed? Girl, it's after 3. Are you sick?"
"Uh...Buffy...Why are you here? No, I'm not sick...actually, yes. <Cough> I have been feeling a bit ill."
Buffy went over and looked at her. "You do seem flushed. Let me check your head...Doesn't feel like a fever. Oh, I'm here to study. Remember? Psych test. Studying. Today. Here. We talked about this on Friday. Willow...are you sure your ok? Is it Oz?"
Willow felt her face turning red. "No. Definitely not. I'm am over that. No more pity girl. He made a decision, that was probably the right one. I accept...I move on."
Buffy went to the sofa and sat down. Smiling suddenly, she reached down and held up a pair of black silk boxers. "Why, Willow. I didn't know you wore these?" She said, smirking. "I get it. You've been a bad girl, Wills. Is Mr Boxer still here? Oh my God...he is! That's why you ran out of the bedroom. I'm sorry. I should leave." She said, settling back onto the couch.
Willow groaned and sat down in the chair opposite her friend. "Buffy....please leave it alone."
"Uh uh. My best friend decides to have wild monkey sex with some guy who wears silk boxers not a month after the love of her teenage life leaves her and you expect me to just leave? Without details? You know me better than that. I'll be quiet, so we don't wake Prince Charming. Now, tell!"
Willow closed her eyes and made up her mind. "I ran into him at the club on Friday. He was there...I was there....it was magic. He made me forget Oz. Its like he was made for me and only me. He....Oh Buffy, he makes me feel loved. I really need that right now. I just don't know...."
Buffy smiled. "You deserve all the happiness in the world Willow. You're my best friend. I love you. If he makes you this happy, don't let him go. You'll only regret it and wonder for the rest of your life what might have been...." her voice trailed off as her eyes turned sad. "Sorry...forgot. This is about you. Not me. Is he cute?"
Willow felt awful. She was sitting her listening to her friend talk about her relationship with Angel, while he was in her room laying naked in her bed where they had made love all weekend. She was a terrible awful person. Buffy deserved the truth. She should be brave and tell her. She would.
"Very." is all that would come out.
Buffy got up. "Well, we can study tomorrow. I'll leave now. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Oh, and I expect to meet this Romeo soon. I need to make sure he's good enough for my Willow."
Willow heard the door close, and then one open. She looked up into Angel's watchful eyes.
"I lied to her. Please, just hold me."
Angel went to her and held her in his strong arms. She breathed in his scent and tried to forget that she had just betrayed her best friend.
Buffy opened the door. She had forgotten her book. She stopped when
saw Willow rocking in a man's arms. She looked at the man. He seemed familiar.
He had dark hair. All she could see was one nicely shaped arm. Deciding
she'd better go before she was caught, she quietly closed the door. The
familiarity of the man wouldn't go away. Suddenly, it hit her. He had looked
like Angel. Shaking her head, Buffy got in her car. She was seriously going
crazy. Here she thought she was over him, and she was seeing him everywhere.
She needed to get out more. She was happy for Willow. She knew how horrible
her friend had felt after Oz's departure. She couldn't wait to meet this
mystery man. She'd have to ask Willow what his name was in the morning.