Willow's POV

I try to keep still, but I can't seem to stop fidgeting. I'm nervous.
Nervous of what may be, what will happen, and what I might do.
I try to disguise my gaze, then realize it's useless. I can't stop staring
at him. Dressed in black is quite alluring to me. Black slacks and a black
casual button down shirt that hugged his chest was quite stunning on him, but
then again, I'm sure everything was.
"Would you like a soda?"
"Please," I manage to say.
Then he smiles that smile that makes me forget what I'm thinking and I follow
his form until I can no longer see him.
"Willow."
I turn to look up and see him hovering over me and I can't stop the weird
sound I make that slips past my lips at my surprise to see him.
"Oz, you scared me."
"Didn't mean to. You look nice."
"Thanks."
I don't like the silence, I don't like the uncomfortable ness of his
presence, and to be honest I don't like the way he's looking at me. I would
have given my soul if he just would of looked at me that way before, but now,
well now it's unwanted, well wanted, but not from him.
"Are you alone?"
His voice makes me look up at him and frown. What right does he have to ask
anymore, and in such a demanding voice?
"No."
"Who's the guy?"
My pride tells me to rebel, to get him angry, to get him desperate, to make
him feel how I did when he did the same. But it was at that moment that I
realize that wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to be that kind of person.
"Angel."
I can hear him mumble something under his breath but I choose to ignore him.
I turn my head to the bar, looking for the pair of chocolately eyes I wish to
find.
And I find him, frozen on the spot and staring at me. I give him my brightest
smile, assuring him in our silent connecting that everything was fine. I
don't bother with the comment that Oz utters, my attention placed on the
handsome man heading my way with drinks at hand.
My heart begins to beat faster and my palms get sweaty, and happiness bubbles
inside me. But as quickly, my happiness turns to fright as I see her stop him
in mid track to me. I can't hear what they're saying and it's nerve racking.
I try to read lips, but it's hard. I manage to make out a 'welcome back' and
a 'how are you' but nothing more. And then her hand comes to rest of his
arm, her head indicating to the music playing.
I hold my breath. But thankfully, not for long, as I see him say no. I can
see the evident pain on her face, and I know I should feel guilty or bad, but
I can only feel joy, not for her pain, but for his decision to come to me.
He manages to hug her with both sodas in hand and turns to leave, saying
something that I can't make out, and then he's headed towards me once again
and I feel giddy. He places the drink on the table in front of me and takes a
seat.
We comment on the music, not needing to speak of the past loves that have
come to haunt us tonight. He makes a joke and I laugh. It feels good to
laugh.
The music gets louder and we begin to yell at each other.
When I can't hear him any longer I see him stand and give me his hand to
take.
I stand and take it, willing to follow him just about anywhere.
 

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Angel's POV

It was nosy, nosier that I had hoped. I couldn't hear her anymore and that
was a problem. I loved to hear her voice, to hear her laugh, and the music
was trying to keep that from me and it wasn't to be. I lead her up some
stairs, down a hallway and up another flight of stairs again. Her hand in
mine never pulls away and she follows with no question.
No words could even come close to describing my feelings of her trust in me.
She follows with no question or comment, with no hesitation or fear. No one
has showed such belief in me.
We finally reach our destination and I open the door, leading her up to the
roof. The clear night sky above showers us with stars as the soft breeze
tease her hair. I move us to the center of the roof, the sound of the music
below still clear. I smile as I hear the change in tempo of the song. I bow
slightly in front of her, my gestures of a time long ago.
"May I have the honor of this dance?"
I hear her giggle slightly as she curtsy in front of me, gifting me with one
of her beautiful smiles.
"Yes."
I take her in my arms, carefully at first, with room for her to pull away if
she wants to.  But as we begin to sway to the music, we inch closer to each
other, until her head lays on my chest, her arms slightly around my chest and
waist. My arms wrap around her petite body, holding her close to me. I tuck
her head just beneath my chin just loving the feeling of holding her and
being held.
The music has changed. But we haven't found a way to pull away from each
other. My hand begins to trace circles on her back, earning him a small
content sigh from her lips then a low series of giggles.
She was ticklish, I didn't know.
She pulls away slightly, hitting me in the arm softly.
"Stop that," her voice low and drowsy.
I lean down, staring into her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Eyes I knew I was
lost in. But mine manage to stray a moment and then we stop. The music fades
and all that is left is us. Us in this moment.
I lean forward, my lips barely grazing hers. I pull away, my name whispered
from her lips. Lips begging to be kissed by mine.
"Angel."
My control is lost as an arm wraps around her waist, holding her close to me
as another moves to hold onto her cheek as my lips press against hers.
Soft and sweet and everything imaginable. I need more, I nibble on her bottom
lip, her lips parting, welcoming me in. A moment later, my tongue sweeps
against her, her arms moving around me, holding onto me tightly.
We pull away, but remain in each other's arms. No need to speak, I smile, my
hands caressing her back.
"Willow."
I take her lips once more, her own yielding to mine.
We welcomed the coming of the new day.
 

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