Title: The Love of Books (1-10/20)
                 Author: Katie
                 Disclaimer: I own nothing - it all belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB etc.  If you sue - you get an old, very
                 cranky, ginger cat!
                 Rating: PG on British ratings.
                 Distribution: I don't think you'll want it, but if you do just let me know (I get all giddy!).
                 Feedback: God, yes!  Everyone has been so encouraging - I need constant prodding and criticism -
                 good or bad.
                 Spoliers: Kind of ventures into own space and time after season two - Angel is out of hell.
                 Notes: Once again, dedicated to all those who took the time to send feedback on my earlier stories.  I
                 love you (really!).
                 All mistakes are my own - tell me if you spot any!

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               Part 1

                 Willow sat hunched over a book in Sunnydale Public Library.  She had an history essay due, and the
                 school library offered too many distractions - own hellmouth and all.  She frowned as she looked at her
                 watch and realised that the sun had set about an hour previously.  She glanced around the room and
                 spotted only one lonely figure sat by the doors.  Gathering her books, she was walking towards the
                 shelves when she heard her name called.

                 "Willow?" A familiar voice asked.

                 Willow spun around and found herself nose to well-muscled chest with a dark-haired vampire.

                 "Angel?  What are you doing here?  No - that sounded rude.  I..I mean I didn't expect to see you in a
                 library - not that you can't read or anything - I think I'll just hit myself on the head with this book..."

                 As Willow raised her hand, Angel reached out his and removed the book from her grasp, gently
                 brushing her fingers in the process.  Willow shivered at the contact and dipped her head to hide the
                 redness that crept up her face.

                 "Sometimes I need a change of scene."  Angel offered.  "What about you - one Library not enough?"
                 Angel placed the book carefully back on the shelf.

                 "Well...homework...not research...you know...actually, do you know?  Did you have homework when
                 you were alive?  Not that your dead, except technically you are - feel free to shoot me anytime now."
                 Willow was panting from lack of breath by the time all her thoughts had been expressed.

                 "I never did any."  Angel confessed as they walked towards the exit.  "Can I walk you home, miss?"  He
                 asked, holding out his arm.  Together they set off through the dark streets of Sunnydale.
 

               Part 2

                 Willow found herself drawn to Sunnydale Public Library every evening just before sunset.  She had
                 long ago finished her essay, but convinced herself that it was good to  immerse herself in literature.  In
                 reality, however, she wanted to immerse herself in Angel.  He met her each night after sunset, and they
                 discussed their favourite books in hushed tones to avoid the Librarian's disapproving glare.  Angel
                 always insisted on walking Willow home, and they continued their discussions, which often got quite
                 heated once away from the confines of the Library.

                 "I'm telling you, Angel - you have to read something written after the nineteenth century."  Willow huffed
                 one evening, beginning to tire of Tolstoy and Shakespeare.

                 "You find me a decent book and I..."  Angel's voice trailed off as he sensed vampiric activity.

                 "What is it?"  Willow squeeked, fighting the urge to grab his hand.

                 "Vampires - five I think - right ahead."  Angel grasped her arm and pulled her across the street.  With
                 Willow with him, he thought it best not to fight.  Instead he made a dash for his new apartment.

                 Willow ran as fast as she could, but after a block and a half her legs begin to give way.

                 "Angel...I can't keep up."  She panted, pulling on his arm.

                 With one graceful movement Angel swept her off her feet and into his arms.  He continued to pound
                 down the street until he came to a converted warehouse.  He unlocked the door and banged it closed
                 behind them with one hand.  Even though they were safe he kept Willow in his arms, snuggled tight
                 against his chest.  As he moved up some stairs to his apartment he heard Willow mumble against his
                 chest.  Releasing her slightly she grinned and repeated her statement -

                 "I could write a book worth reading - vampires, demons, Xanders..."  She broke off into hysterical
                 giggles, and Angel realised it was a reaction to the stress of being chased through Sunnydale by five
                 vampires.

                 "Sit here."  Angel commanded as he placed her on the couch.  He retreated to the kitchen and found a
                 bottle of brandy.  He poured a small measure and walked back into the living room.   He handed a
                 giggling Willow the glass and she knocked it back in one go.  The alcohol burned a path from her throat
                 to her stomach and she grimaced at the unfamiliar taste.

                 "Thanks."  Willow whispered, hiding her face behind a curtain of red hair.

                 "No problem.  It was a stressful experience.  I'll go check outside and see if they've gone."  Angel
                 disappeared the way they had come in.

                 Willow stared around at the sparse furnishings, and looked at the art work dotted around.  The small
                 amount of alcohol had given her courage a boost, and she wandered into the kitchen to wash her
                 glass.  Spotting the brandy bottle she checked to make sure Angel had not yet come back before half
                 filling the class.  With a cheerful grin she tipped the glass and swallowed it in one go.

                 "Willow!"  Angel's shocked voice made her jump, and the glass dropped from her hand.

                 "Oops.  Naughty Angel - you startled me."  Willow admonished in a sing-song voice.

                 "Why did you drink all that brandy, Willow?"  Angel stooped to pick up the broken glass.

                 "Wanted to feel all warm and tingly inside."  Willow began to spin around the kitchen and Angel had to
                 reach out an arm to steady her.

                 "You'll have to stay here tonight.  Where are your parents?"

                 "Don't know - somewhere, nowhere - oh!  I know - somewhere over the rainbow..."

                 As Willow began to sing Angel propelled her towards the bedroom.  Sitting her on the bed he removed
                 her shoes and socks, shaking his head as Willow began to examine and count her toes.

                 "Angel?  Why do I have eleven toes?"  Willow looked quite concerned, and it took Angel a minute to
                 supress the urge to laugh.

                 "You only have ten - trust me."  Angel replied as he swung her legs under the covers.

                 "Are you gonna seduce me?"  Willow asked as Angel tucked her in.

                 "Not right now Willow."  Angel replied with a chuckle.

                 "I wouldn't mind, you know."  Willow said sleepily.  "I might even help..."

                 With a last look at Willow, Angel went to sleep on the couch.
 

Part 3

                 Willow wondered when exactly she had set out to sea.  The boat she was on didn't seem very
                 seaworthy, and she only had a fifty metres swimming badge.  Opening her eyes she saw that she was
                 in fact situated in the middle of a large bed.  The fact that she was upside down worried her slightly, but
                 she was relieved not to be in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

                 "How are you feeling?"  Angel's voice cut through Willow's silent musings.

                 "You really don't want to know."  Willow escaped from the covers and dashed for the bathroom.

                 "Probably not."  Angel shouted after her retreating figure.

                 Willow managed to shower, get dressed and into the kitchen without further incident.  She was drinking
                 a glass of juice that Angel had conjured from somewhere when she caught sight of the clock.

                 "Oh my goodness.  I'm late for school - why didn't you tell me?"  Willow alternated between frantically
                 searching for her bag and berating an amused looking vampire.

                 "It's Saturday, Willow.  Anyway, your in no fit state to go anywhere.  What got into you last night?"
                 Angel's tone shifted from light to serious, and Willow began to fidget.

                 "I just wanted to feel confident - and happy..."  Willow couldn't continue.

                 "Why aren't you happy, Willow?"  Angel asked softly, taking her hand.

                 "I don't know.  It's just I feel so lonely sometimes - even when I'm with Buffy and Xander.  I feel like a
                 third wheel."  Willow spoke quietly and picked at her sweater.

                 "I understand Willow, I really do.  If you ever need someone - I'm here.  By the way, did you mean what
                 you said last night?"  Angel hoped that he could lighten the tone slightly.

                 "You mean it wasn't a dream.  Ack...oh..."  Willow began to make vowel sounds and Angel realised his
                 mistake.

                 "You were under the influence Willow - please don't feel bad."

                 "But...but...I threw myself at you - why would you want me?  I really should go now."  As Willow walked
                 towards the door, Angel grabbed her arm.

                 "You didn't throw yourself at me - you were lying down.  Of course I'd want you - your stunning,
                 intelligent and perfection itself.  I didn't want you to do something you'd regret.  I mean, I am a
                 vampire...and last time I had a relationship I..."  Angel was taken by surprise by Willow throwing her
                 arms around him.

                 "Angel - you have a permanent soul now.  I know I'm not Buffy, but..."  It was Willow's turn to be cut off
                 as Angel swooped down and kissed her.

                 "I'm glad you're not Buffy.  That turned into an obsessive relationship.  I want a love affair, Willow - with
                 you."

                 Angel kissed Willow again, showing her the love and passion he felt for her.  Slowly he teased her lips
                 with his tongue, willing her to open for him.  She gladly obliged and let out a moan as his tongue
                 stroked hers, demanding a response.  Slowly, Angel moved his lips from Willow's and kissed his way
                 down her neck.  He began to unbutton her shirt as she moaned from the contact of his lips on her skin.

                 "Are you sure?"  He felt the need to ask before going any lower.

                 "Yes!"  Willow nearly shouted the words, regretting the loss of his lips.

                 Angel grinned and carried her into the bedroom.  He set her on her feet by the bed and continued
                 to kiss and suckle her neck.  He finished with the buttons on her shirt and slowly eased it off to reveal
                 the milky flesh below.  His lips trailed lower, down to her collar bone, and it was Angel's turn to groan as
                 he felt her warm hands untuck his shirt and begin to glide over his back.

                 "Take it off."  Willow's voice sounded thick with passion.  Angel glanced into her darkened eyes and
                 ripped his shirt off.  Willow's hand rubbed over his chest, brushing his nipples, making them harden with
                 desire.  Angel reached around Willow's back and undid her bra, watching with rapture as her  breasts
                 were released to this gaze.  He slowly brushed the underside of her breasts, and Willow thrust her
                 chest into his hands, willing him to touch and caress her.  Angel dipped his head and captured a nipple,
                 and Willow moaned in ecstasy.  As Angel continued teasing her nipples, his hands unzipped her skirt
                 and let it fall to the floor.  Angel removed his mouth to Willow's protests, but he silenced them with a
                 quick kiss on the lips as he moved her over to the bed.

                 "Your pants."  Willow breathed.

                 "Of course."

                 Angel quickly removed the offending garment, and lay down at the side of Willow.  His lips briefly
                 brushed hers before sliding lower, teasing her, never remaining in one place for more than a moment.
                 As he reached her thighs Willow lifted her hips and he slid her panties down her legs.

                 Angel continued his teasing before gently running a finger along her length and touching just the tip of
                 his tongue to her clit.  Willow arched up off the bed, and Angel pressed a hand against her stomach to
                 keep her still.  As he teased her, he could hear the moans spilling from her lips, and he knew she was
                 ready.  He removed his boxers and felt wildly proud as he heard her startled gasp.

                 "Do you want me?"  He asked, half teasing, half serious.

                 "Now, please..."  Willow's words were cut off by Angel's lips pressing against hers.  He gently thrust into
                 her and stroked her face as she felt the sharp pain that signified the loss of her virginity.  As the pain
                 passed she began to move, and they fell into the rhythm of lovers throughout the ages, bringing each
                 other pleasure, and perhaps more importantly, a sense of belonging.

                 As the lovers lay side by side, hands entwined, Angel leaned over to Willow and whispered in her ear

                 "Where did I leave that brandy?"

                 Willow merely blushed.
 

                 Part 4

                 Willow awoke to an empty bed.  As the sleepy haze cleared from her mind, she began to panic.  Giles
                 had insisted that Jenny Calendar had removed the happiness clause from the spell, before her death,
                 but this did not ease the sense of dread that crept into her heart.

                 "Hi sleepyhead."  Angel's voice cut through her mounting panic, and a huge sigh of relief escaped her.

                 "Where did you go?  Why did you go? I thought your soul..."  Willow was silenced by a surprise kiss
                 from Angel.  The tension left her body, and tears slid silently down her face.

                 "I went to feed.  I didn't want to wake you - I'm sorry baby.  I really didn't think."  Angel held Willow
                 tightly, giving her the reassurance she so desperately needed.

                 "Hey - am I not enough for you?"  Willow questioned, blushing deeply when she saw Angel's smirk.
                 "I...um...I mean my blood."  She clarified, touching the mark on her neck.  "Gees...you know more about
                 the double entendre than Shakespeare..."

                 "I could show you more of my knowledge."  Angel's smirk widened as Willow's blush deepened.

                 "Not right now - bathroom."  Willow broke free from his grasp and set off at a run when she realised she
                 was naked.

                 "I washed your clothes, and ordered breakfast!"  Angel shouted after her with a hint of pride in his voice.

                 A fully clothed Willow made her way to the kitchen and the huge breakfast that Angel had ordered.  She
                 found that the 'events' of the previous day and night had left her not only exhausted but hungry as well.

                 "Where does a tiny thing like you put all that food?"

                 "Well...we...I...workedupanappetite."  The words came out in a rush, and it took Angel a minute to
                 decipher them.

                 "That we did - and I had a snack along the way."   This caused Willow to roll her eyes and turn beetroot
                 red.

                 "I have to be going soon - I promised Giles I'd find something on the computer for him.  I've been
                 neglecting my role as research girl."  Willow started to put her shoes on.

                 "Are you going to tell them about us?"  Angel's question was softly spoken, but Willow heard it from the
                 otherside of the room.

                 "I thought I might tell Buffy about...er...certain developments.  You know I can't lie to her - even with the
                 coffee excuse."

                 "Certain developments - that's an interesting euphemism.  You just remember that we ended it mutually
                 - and I'm with you now."  Angel kissed her passionately, his touch conveying his feelings better than
                 words.

                 "I will.  Are you gonna be at home tonight?"

                 "I thought I might do a spot of light reading."  A smile teased Angel's lips.

                 "Good.  'Cause I love books almost as much as you."  With that Willow stood on tiptoes and placed a
                 kiss on his cheek.

                 Angel watched her leave with a bemused expression on his face.
 

Part 5

                 Willow was sitting in front of the computer in the Library when the doors swung wide and Buffy breezed
                 in.

                 "Hi Will!  Where's Giles?  God, you've gotta help me with that trig homework."  Buffy pulled out a file
                 and began shaping her nails.

                 "Giles?"  Willow queried.  "He's in the stacks.  I...I can't help you with the trig tonight."  Willow closed the
                 browser and logged off.

                 "You got a hot date?  'Bout time you got over Oz."  Willow paled at Buffy's insensitivity.  Oz had left her
                 for a groupie halfway through senior year, and the wound was still pretty raw.

                 "I...um...I really need to talk to you Buffy."  Willow began pacing back and forth in front of the table.

                 "Yeah Willow, spill - who is the new lovebunny?"

                 "It's funny really - not funny ha ha, but..."  Willow trailed off.

                 "Not Xander!  Will I'm so happy!  He finally..."

                 "No!"  Willow interrupted.  "It's...I met him in the Library...not this Library - Sunnydale Library, and I sorta
                 already knew him well, from this Library..."  Willow began rambling, unable to force herself to tell Buffy
                 everything.

                 "I'm sensing a book theme."  Buffy laughed.  "You wanna give me a clue, Will?  A name or something
                 would be nice."  Buffy's eyes sparkled with amusement.

                 "It's Angel."  Willow whispered, and Buffy's smile faded along with the colour from her cheeks.

                 "My Angel?"  It was more of a statement than a question, and Buffy felt the fury building deep inside.

                 "You haven't been together for months, Buffy."  Willow reasoned, placing a tentative hand on Buffy's
                 arm.

                 "That doesn't mean you can just take him."  Buffy spat as she pushed Willow away with her Slayer
                 strength.  Willow landed awkwardly on the floor and cried out, more from shock than the pain.

                 Buffy looked at Willow sprawled on the floor and felt nothing but contempt.

                 "He's supposed to love me!"  She wailed.

                 "But...he...you've dated others."  Willow began to get up off the floor.

                 "That's no reason to steal what's mine!"  Buffy turned on her heel and sped out of the Library doors.

                 A solitary tear leaked from Willow's eye as she watched her go.
 

               Part 6

                 Willow flopped onto her bed and curled herself into a tight ball.  She had searched for Buffy for an hour
                 after their confrontation in the Library, but the Slayer had disappeared into the night, probably in search
                 of a vampire to take her anger out on.  A tap on her doors roused Willow, and she turned her head to
                 see the large figure of Angel looming.

                 "Come in."  She called in a shaky voice.

                 "Hi.  I thought we had a date with 'Othello' tonight?"  Angel remarked, kissing her forehead.  "What
                 happened?"

                 "Buffy happened.  She's kinda annoyed about us - and that's a definite understatement."  Willow swung
                 her legs over the side of the bed and took Angel's hand in hers.

                 "What did she do?  She didn't hurt you, did she?"  Angel looked Willow up and down, checking for
                 marks.

                 "She pushed me."  Willow saw Angel's expression darken, and she squeezed his hand.  "It didn't hurt.
                 You should have seen her eyes - I don't think she's ever going to accept us."

                 "She doesn't have a choice.  I love you.  I want to be with you - you feel the same don't you?"  Angel's
                 voice betrayed his insecurity.

                 "Of course I do.  It's just that Buffy and Xander are my best friends - well really, they're my only friends.
                 Xander's always busy with Cordelia, and I don't want to be alone...and now Xander will side with Buffy,
                 because he still loves her...oh everythings such a mess."  Willow sobbed out the last words.

                 "You'll never be alone again Willow, I promise.  If Buffy and Xander are worthy of your friendship, it will
                 survive."  Angel held her close, his reassuring touch backing up the promises he made with his words.

                 "I want you to know that I love you."  Willow hugged Angel tightly, her head resting on his shoulder.

                 "That means more to me than you could ever know Willow."  Willow blushed at his words and held him
                 tighter.

                 "I thought we had a date with Othello?"  Willow attempted to lighten the mood as she pulled back from
                 Angel and walked over to her bookcase.

                 "We'll have to cancel - I've got something a bit more physical than Shakespeare in mind."  Angel's hand
                 darted out and grasped her waist pulling her around to face him.  They fell to the bed together, and
                 Angel's hand snaked up her shirt.  Just as he touched her bra, the door burst open.

                 "I so don't need to see this!"  Exclaimed Xander from the doorway.

                 For once, Willow didn't blush.  Instead, she paled beyond recognition.
 

  Part 7

                 The silence in the room was palpable.  Willow simply stared at Xander, her face blank.  Angel was
                 struggling to keep his human visage in place and prevent the growl forming in his throat from breaking
                 free.

                 "Wanna remove your hand from up my best friend's shirt?"  Xander finally broke the tension.

                 Willow blinked rapidly, unable to believe that Xander was speaking quite calmly, indeed, she thought
                 she detected a hint of humour in his question.  Angel did indeed remove his hand, a low growl escaping
                 as he sat up on the bed.

                 "I'll wait for you downstairs."  Xander made a tactical withdrawal, careful to avoid pushing Angel over the
                 edge.

                 "You okay?"  Angel touched Willow gently, trying to ground her.

                 "Yeah, lets go and talk to him while he's still rational.  Then I think I'll pass out."  Willow actually did
                 sway as she got to her feet, and Angel held her arm as he helped her down the stairs.

                 "So Buffy isn't on drugs then?  It's true?"  Xander asked as Willow sat next to Angel on the couch.

                 "Well...we're kinda together...but I didn't steal him from Buffy...and he doesn't hurt me...and Ilovehim!
                 Willow finished in a rush, and Xander raised a hand to quiet her.

                 "Woah!  I know you didn't steal him from Buffy, Will, and I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't let someone
                 you didn't love do what you were about to let him do upstairs."  Xander smiled as the colour came back
                 to Willow's face in a rush.

                 "Your okay with this?"  Angel asked, as Willow seemed incapable of speech.

                 "I'm not sure."  Xander confessed.  "For some reason I seem to be dealing with this.  When Buffy told
                 me, I wanted to stake you, but I have a feeling Willow would be angry with me if I did.  Plus, your bigger
                 than me."

                 "Xander...mature...ack...dream...wake up soon..."  Willow began to babble, and Angel had to grasp her
                 shoulders to steady her.

                 "Came as a shock to me too."  Xander told them with a smile.

                 "I thought you hated me."  Angel stated, still holding Willow but facing Xander.

                 "So did I.  I think it was the whole Buffy thing."  Xander looked puzzled, as he began to account for his
                 own actions in his mind.  "Hey Will, you got any food?  This new found maturity is making me hungry."

                 Willow nodded dumbly and moved into the kitchen.  Xander moved towards Angel and stood in front of
                 him.

                 "I'm accepting this because I love Willow..." Xander was interrupted by Angel's growl.  "As a friend,
                 Deadboy, as a friend."  Xander hastened to clarify as Angel's eyes flashed yellow.

                 "Could you not call me that!"  Angel uttered the totally ineffective reprimand to a grinning Xander who
                 shrugged.

                 "I promise you this Dead...er...Angel."  Xander caught the look in Angel's eye and decided not to push
                 his luck.  "You ever hurt Willow, I'll make you wish you were dealing with Buffy and Cordelia with PMS."
                 Xander turned as Willow entered the room and gave her a lopsided grin.  "Thanks Will!"  He shouted
                 over his shoulder as he left the house with a box of cookies in his hand.

                 "That went well."  Willow muttered, raising a hand to her forehead.

                 Angel was busy wondering about a fate worse than Buffy and Cordelia with PMS  and therefore failed
                 to notice Willow faint behind him.
 

               Part 8

                 Willow wondered when exactly her head had grown to twice its normal size, and then she remembered
                 the events of the night before.  She pressed a tentative hand to the back of her head and groaned
                 when she felt the bump.

                 "Thank God your awake.  I was beginning to think I should have taken you to the hospital."  Angel
                 replaced Willow's hand with a cool compress.

                 "I told you I'd pass out."  Willow tried to smile, but managed only a grimace.

                 "I was expecting a bit more warning.  You scared me - you've been out for an hour."  Angel pressed his
                 lips gently against the bump.

                 "It's all better now."  Willow sighed, easing herself into a sitting position as Angel rearranged her pillows.

                 "You better not show Xander that bump - he'll think I ignored his warning."

                 "What warning?"  Willow's curiosity was roused.

                 "Just not to hurt you - as if I would."  Angel smoothed the hair from around her face and tucked it behind
                 her ears.

                 "School in the morning - I need sleep."  Willow glanced at the clock as she laid back down.

                 "When do you graduate?"  Angel asked, covering her up.

                 "With Buffy after my head, it's probably more a case of 'if' rather than 'when'.  If she doesn't kill me, it's
                 next week.  Why do you want to know?"

                 "I'm interested in everything about you.  Don't worry about Buffy - I'll protect you."

                 "And Xander."  Willow smiled, remembering Xander's new found maturity.

                 "If Buffy's on the offensive I have a feeling he'll be hiding behind you, Will."  Angel chuckled and
                 brushed a kiss across her lips.

                 "Probably.  Will you stay?  My parents aren't coming back...and the curtains are thick...you don't have
                 to...you can go home..."  Willow's rambling was stopped by Angel's lips pressing firmly against her own.

                 "Of course I'll stay, I want to stay.  Besides, you have head trauma - I'm not leaving you till I know your
                 okay."  Angel pulled Willow into his arms and cradled her against his chest.

                 "Will you read to me?  Just till I go to sleep?"  Willow handed him the book she had dropped earlier.

                 As Angel's deep voice brought the world of 'Othello' to life, Willow let sleep claim her.
 

Part 9

                 Willow pushed open the Library door and anxiously scanned the room for signs of Buffy.  Seeing only
                 Xander, she heaved a sigh of relief and stepped into the room.

                 "Hey Will!  How you doing?"  Xander jumped off the table as Giles came out of his office.

                 "I'm...er...I'm good...I think."  Willow shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.  She stopped abruptly
                 when the bump at the back started throbbing.

                 "Yes, well, good.  Buffy told me about your...um...relationship with...um...Angel."  Giles took off his
                 glasses and began to polish them.

                 "She did?"  Willow queried.  "What did she say?"

                 "Well...er...she said a lot of...er...things.  Most of which I can't repeat in...in a school environment."
                 Giles replaced his glasses and began stacking books on the table.

                 "I take it she didn't calm down then?"  Xander asked, reminding the others that he was still present.

                 "Calm was not a word I would use to describe Buffy, no."

                 "What do you think Giles?"  Willow asked quietly.

                 "It's not really any of my business, Willow.  However, as long as he doesn't hurt you, it's okay with me.
                 I'm concerned about Buffy though.  In her emotional state there is no telling what she might do."  Just as
                 Giles finished, the topic of their conversation entered the Library.

                 "Giles, I need to talk to you - slaying matters.  Can we lose the civilians?"  Buffy's tone was business
                 like, but her eyes showed her continuing anger.

                 Xander began to splutter, and Buffy glared at him.  He stood up and walked around to Willow, standing
                 next to her.  Willow smiled at him, gaining strength from his support.

                 "We should get going, Xander.  Don't want to be late for class."  Willow started towards the doors.

                 "That is on my list of things to avoid for today."  Xander confirmed as he grabbed his books and
                 followed her out.

                 Buffy stared after them, mentally cursing.  She turned to Giles and was surprised to see the office door
                 slamming behind him.  The room was empty - just the Slayer and the books remained.  Alone.
 

               Part 10

                 Willow bypassed the Library and another inevitable scene with Buffy.  Instead, after a little detour, she
                 went straight home after her last class.  She slipped quietly up the stairs and stood in the doorway to
                 her room, a smile brightening her face.  Angel was stretched out on her bed, shirtlesss, clutching her
                 old teddybear to his chest.  She moved quietly towards him, and gasped in surprise as he suddenly
                 reached up and dragged her down to the bed.

                 "Ow!"  Willow rolled over and landed on the bear.

                 "Sorry."  Angel smiled sheepishly and deposited the bear at the end of the bed.

                 "Should I be jealous?"  Willow asked, pointing to the bear.  Angel answered her with a kiss that left her
                 breathless.  "So that's a no, then?" She panted.

                 "How was school?"  Angel's attempt at changing the topic of conversation did not go unnoticed by
                 Willow, but she let it slide.

                 "Well, Buffy kinda didn't speak to me...but I'd say she still wants to stake you and possibly break every
                 bone in my body..." Willow trailed off, considering that possibility.  "Xander and Giles are okay with us,
                 though."  Willow's face brightened as she thought of her friends.

                 "Buffy will come round, eventually.  It's not like she has a lot of support in her one woman quest to rid
                 the world of Willow."  Angel's words became muffled as he started to nibble on her earlobe.

                 "She will if you don't stop that and let me do my homework.  It's due tomorrow."  Willow wriggled free
                 from Angel's grasp and made her way towards her desk.

                 "I know you said you love books almost as much as you love me, but this is taking it to extremes."
                 Angel argued as Willow pulled three huge text books from her bag.

                 "You tell the teachers.  Would you put your shirt on?  It's kinda distracting having you stood there half
                 naked."  Willow pointed out.

                 "Maybe I plan on distracting you."  Angel reasoned.

                 "Plan on sleeping alone if you do."  Willow smiled as a look of horror appeared on Angel's face.

                 "Tease."

                 "And you love it."  Willow responded.  "Here, I got you something today."  Willow handed him a
                 package.

                 "A present? For me? You shouldn't have."  Angel tore the wrapping like a toddler at christmas.  As the
                 book emerged, the smile melted from Angel's face.

                 "You really shouldn't have."  He mumbled as he looked into Willow's smiling face.

                 The copy of 'Computers for Dummies' remained clutched in his hands.
 

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