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Category: W/A
Rating: R, for now.
Spoilers: None. I'm taking BtVS' past into a new direction. Although
some
things will fit with canon, a lot won't. Think AU people!!
Summary: Year's later Angel's 'Lesson' with Willow pays off in some
education of his own.
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found at my archive. The address
can be
found in my signature below.
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~Part: 1~
Willow watched Kennedy slowly walk up the boarding ramp with what she
hoped
was a believable smile. It was hard saying good-bye, even though
they both
knew it was had to happen.
The newly empowered Slayer turned slightly, her eyes meeting those of
the
redhead for a split second before pulling away, and entering the long
hallway which connected the airplane to the terminal.
Willow shifted, and glanced down at her feet for a moment, uncertain
as to
what to do now.
Sighing, she started off in the direction they had come, sure that she'd
seen a Starbucks. Some ruminating over fragrant coffee, sounded
very good
to her right around now.
Finding the Starbucks near another terminal, the witch ordered a caramel
macchiato. After the longest five minutes ever, she trotted over
to a table
with her drink in hand. She sat and drank her coffee, as hoards
of people
of all kinds walked briskly or slowly through L.A.X. It was relaxing.
For
the first time in a long time, Willow felt completely relaxed.
She knew that she definitely had Kennedy to thank for part of that.
The new
Slayer had been exactly the catalyst she needed in order to face the
culpability and guilt she'd felt over Tara's death and the events that
surrounded it. She had also forcibly chipped away at her resistance
to ever
allowing her heart to love again. It was a revelation to realize
that it
was not a betrayal to allow herself to feel again, and doing so would
not
cause her to forget Tara.
Willow knew that Tara would always be in her heart. She would
remember her
and cherish her memories, the same way she cherished the sweet puppy-love
she'd shared with Oz, or even--
The redhead's thoughts skidded to a halt. Her breath caught as
her heart
began to race. She closed her eyes. "Angel", she breathed.
How long had it been since she'd allowed herself to think of that night?
The night that had changed everything. The night that she fully
realized
the power of her sexuality; the power of being a woman.
Only one night. Yet, Angel had taught her so much. He'd
shown her worlds
of possibility with his words, his hands, his mouth.
Willow groaned softly, her eyes opening slowly. Amazing... and
they hadn't
even had sex. It was only after the haze of desire had lifted
and she'd
lain in Oz's arms in the bed Angel had vacated, that she'd realized
that the
night hadn't been about sex. It had been about her. It
had been about him.
It had been about passion, connection, comfort. Poor Oz
had been a
witness, but not a participant. Not physically, and definitely
not
emotionally.
Sometimes she wondered if his awareness of the bond that had been created
that night had been a factor in what had happened with Veruca.
Taking a
last sip of her rapidly cooling coffee, Willow stood and deposited
the
remnants of her drink in the trash.
She walked quickly through the terminal heading for an exit, her steps
and
demeanor belying the fact that she had purpose. She hadn't seen
Angel since
she'd resouled him months ago, and they certainly hadn't had time to
talk.
Not that they talked very often or even at all... Willow frowned
at the
discovery that perhaps subconsciously they'd both kept their distance
from
one another.
Well she was going to do something about that now. It was her
turn. She
had learned a lot since they'd been together that one night years ago,
and
that small part of her heart that had belonged to him from that moment
ached
to show him just how much.
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