Wesley/Willow

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This was probably my fifth time at the Hyperion. No, wait... sixth, if you wanna count the quick errand I pulled the first time, grabbing a few books we didn't have and zipping back down to Sunnydale. I had talked with none other than Wesley Wyndam-Pryce a few times on the phone - real nice conversations. He was a good guy, and changed as much as

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[_wes_pryce_]

Gathering the rest of the books, I sighed as Cordelia followed us down the stairs toward the basement. "Cordy. We're perfectly capable to get these books down there without getting lost

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The key broke off? I blinked, and blinked again. Oh. Jeeze. "She... wow. That's pretty coincidental." Annnnd by saying that I was implying stuff I shouldn't be implying. I blushed and quickly walked over to where the door was and jiggled the handle. It was... really stuck. I was almost thinking Cordelia was kidding, because she wouldn't really lock us in the basement, would she? Oh. She would. She'd been way too confrontational about me liking Wesley, and I had been too passive to do anything about it. So I guess she took matter sinto her own well-manicured hands

[_wes_pryce_]

Pushing up my glasses, I glared at the door. I'd rather glare at Cordelia, but since there was a severe lack of Cordelia, I'd settle for the door. It certainly wouldn't do to glare at Willow. After all, this wasn't her fault. And now I was never going to ask her to dinner was I? Damn that nosy harpy Chase

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"She's pretty sneaky," I sighed, stepping away from the door and wandering over to where Wesley was leaning on the table. I absently picked up a book and fiddled with it - I'm careful with books so I didn't rip anything, just flicked the pages. "You got Monopoly? I played it with Giles and Buffy once, Xander watched TV," I said idly, absently landing on a page with two Amiell demons were... were

[_wes_pryce_]

"Monopoly?" I frowned at that, turning toward the shelves. I don't think we have that here. Did we even own that game? We have risk, but that's upstairs. With Cordelia. I'm going to strangle that woman. Oh yes, I am. Repeatedly. Damn her. "I'm afraid not," I muttered. "Oh hey. A deck of cards." Well wasn't that..boring. I didn't know any cardgames. Besides patience that is. And I was quickly running out of that

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A few text books under one arm, my other hand practically being held by Wes's, I fretted inwardly. 3000 years old? Oh god. I'm a klutz. A stupid, careless, gutterminded klutz. If it was Giles, he'd be telling me off right now before being nice, so at least Wes was skipping straight to the nice. Either way, I felt like a silly, awkward girl.

Tentatively, I set the other books down and picked up the fragile volume, free hand still resting on Wes's. The book had gotten partly squashed by a bigger, newer, bully of a text book, and now it's cover was almost ripped in two. Wincing, I opened it, resting it on my lap to smooth down the frail pages that had bent. Not too bad - the spine was a little looser now, and the cover was ripped, but it wasn't compltely destroyed. Destroyed enough, though.

"I-I can pay for it," I said, frantic to make all things better again. "I'll replace it! I'll buy you a new ancient book, just like this one, only-only older, and better. Like, 4000 thousand years. They'll have plenty on eBay," I finished lamely. "I

[_wes_pryce_]

Slowly I removed my hand and watched Willow wearily. Her expression went from uncomfortable to completely distressed. She picked up the book, tried to smooth it down and petting it as though it were something precious. Well, in a way it was, I suppose. But her face only became more clouded

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None other like it?! Argh. I'm such a dork. A clumsy dork. But I was being silly, because if Wes was actuallly angry I'd be able to see it. And... well, it was still readable, and none of the pages were ripped, except for the flimsy cover. I was still annoyed at myself, though. I lamely smiled at him, scooting a little closer so that our shoulders brushed, sitting/kneeling beside him.

"Well," I said, managing to calm down. "It's still readable. That is if you can read..." I opened it to a random page. "...ancient Babylonian pictograms. Why did we get this one out anyway?"

I was leaning a little against Wesley, righting a few other books and checking if I had wrecked any other - none, luckily, just the pictogram one. "Just a bit of sticky tape and a little tender loving care should fix it," I said, handing him the volume. I sighed, absently picked up the book I had gone all wide-eyed before, with the inked demon porn, and stacked it onto a book of the same size. "Sorry. I'm usually careful with books."

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I blinked at the book and then over at Willow. "Uhm...I don't know?" Why had we taken that out anyway? Probably Cordelia's doing. She has this habit of just grabbing the nearest book and run with it. This only makes me more resolved of keeping this basement locked and only give Angel the key. And-and Willow. Though, she's not officially part of the team

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I tilted my head and I had to grin a little. Wesley's reactions are always priceless. I giggled a little. "These demons are known for their double-jointed limbs and their habit of mating as much as possiblke," I said almost casually. They also laid their eggs in humans - Buffy had to kill one once and I was all too knowledgable about this race

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I think my eyes just went a little bit wider when Willow started to talk about the pictures so frankly. Not that they were explicit, well not unless you *were* that particular kind of demon, but still. Shifting a little, I pulled my legs under me and sat on my knees while I leaned on my hand behind her back.

"I-I-I...errr....A-a-am I?" I cleared my throat and blinked at the pictures again. They were moving. Why were they moving? Oh, right. Willow was flipping through the pages. I was sitting on the floor, locked up in the basement with Willow Rosenberg, flipping through a book about demon mating habits. Demon porn. Good lord. Was it getting hot in here?

Swallowing hard, I stared down at the picture she pointed out and tugged on the collar of my shirt. Can I just say how glad I am that my tie is already upstairs? "It's...well...errr...I'ts-i'ts not something you-you see everyday is it?" I turned my head to look at her, suddenly noticing how very, *very* close by she was. Is. She's close enough to kiss. Bloody hell.

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This was actually nice. Really surreal, I mean, not every day do you get locked in a basement, looking at demon porn with a guy you have a crush on. But nice. That and it was sort of fun to have Wesley be all stammery and awkward. Normally, I'm the stammery, awkward one. "Well," I said, still turned to him, trying to supress the urge to close the space between our lips, "not for them. They pretty much do it every day."

Wow... his eyes are really, really blue. I had noticed before and all, but now they were up close. And wider, now that we were on this subject. We were just... so close, I could feel the heat coming from him.

I lifted a hand, hesitating before being impulsive, and I brushed the back of my fingers down his cheek. "Yup, very warm," I said a little nervously, hoping he wouldn't freak out. I could my own blush creep over my features, so at least he wasn't alone, there.

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"They-they do?" Well they do, I knew that. I just didn't want to think about that. Not in front of Willow. Who, by the way shouldn't know these things! I really need to talk to Giles. What has he been teaching them over there in Sunnydale. It give me an image I can do very well without. "I mean...they-they do, yes."

Pulling off my glasses, I cleared my throat again. I wanted to polish them, but that would mean removing my arm from behind her back and I quite like it there. Instead I just fiddled with it in my hands and glanced at her from the corners of my eyes. Good lord, I shouldn't be this nervous.

I noticed she lifted her hand, and I turned to look at it when I suddenly found it on my face. Dropping my glasses, I smiled at her and then brought up my own hand to brush the back of it over her face. "Indeed," I agreed softly. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I looked into her eyes, noticing they were a lovely shade of emerald green. "You've lovely eyes," I muttered, wondering just exactly when her face had gotten so damn close.

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I felt kind of parched, and I wondered why the basement wasn't quite so cool anymore. I guess having guy's like Wes, who are usually so reserved and polite, touching you and telling you things like that has a bit more affect than I'd figured. "Thanks," I said, still nervous. "You, uh, you too." That wasn't ungenuine - they were so damn blue. Especially now, without the glasses hiding them.

This was such... a 'moment'. I wanted to draw it out because it was really magnetic, but I wa sscared it would get lost. So... what did I do now? Kiss him? Wait for him to kiss me? Or just pull away and start stacking demon porn-- uh, books.

Well... that was an easy decision. Despite blushing heatedly, I moved my hand to his neck, warmly resting it there as I leant in, my lips brushing against his, managing, for once, not to be clumsy about it. Smooth and soft and oh god please don't freak out.

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"Oh?" I said stupidly, blinking at that. I had nice eyes? Never thought of it that way. Or at all to be honest, they were just eyes. Well, mine were. And why the hell am I thinking about eyes when there are lips so close by? Should I even be this close?

I wasn't really sure. I didn't particularly want to move, but I could be making Willow uncomfortable. And I really didn't want that. Such a think might muck things up completely and I'd never get the chance to ask her out to dinner.

Just when I was about to apologize and straightened up, I felt her hand move to my neck. I froze, swallowed and then her lips were on mine. Willow's lips. Lips of Willow. Good lord, do something you idiot! Don't just sit there and be stupid about it

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I nodded a little bit, slightly dazed - Wesley had kissed back! And there was touching and he wasn't getting up and say 'good lord' all flustered like. No, this was going good. Way good. I had to try and not mess it up. But I was sort of frozen, because... I couldn't believe what I had just done. That was... wow. Heh.

I was just happy he didn't think I was a freak and that I had lured him down into the basement to, I don't know, seduce him. Which I totally hadn't, it was all Cordelia's fault - I never thought my lips would ever be near to Wesley lips, not matter how much I would have liked it.

"I-I liked it," I murmured, fingers gently stroking the nape of his neck, almost reassuring. "Did you, um..." I shifted a little, but not away, just a little closer. "Did you want to do it again?" I guess we were taking Cordy's advice on making use of the time down here. She was such a brat, and she was so evil, but she had her heart in the right place. Kind of. Maybe a little far left.