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The rain poured down, but she didn't care. Walking through the rain, she saw
the hotel. Running up to the doors, she entered and looked around. No one was
there. *Figures* She walked towards the desk, and looked around.

"Willow?" Angel asked in surprise. Willow jumped a little bit and turned
around.

"Angel. Hi." She said.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, walking towards her slowly.

"Well, Oz was playing in town here tonight, and I went to see them play..."
She started. Tears welled up in her eyes and she lowered her head.

"Willow, come on." Angel took her hand, and led her upstairs to his room. He
led her to the couch and sat down beside her.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Willow wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked at
him.

"Well, Devon said I could go visit Oz, that he was in the back. When I walked
in... I saw him with another girl." She whispered the end of her sentence.
Angel looked down at the redhead, sadly.

"Willow, I'm so sorry." He said. More tears crept down her face, and she
pursed her lips, willing herself not to breakdown. Angel put his arms around
her, and she broke down again.

"He saw." She mumbled. Angel pulled away from her slightly.

"What?" He asked.

"Oz. He saw me. He told me he didn't really love me. That he really loved
her." She finished. Angel pulled her tight against him again, comforting the
small redhead. "It's not fair." She whispered aloud.

"What's not fair, Willow?" He asked.

"He gets to have who he really loves. Everyone gets who they really love. But
me. I've never ever gotten the one person I want." She said, her voice quiet,
and her lips trembling. Angel looked down at her, his brows furrowed.

"Who do you really love?" He asked. Willow bit her lip and pulled away from
him. She stood up, and stepped back from him a little bit. "Willow?" He asked
again. Willow walked backwards a bit and shook her head. Angel furrowed his
brow at her actions.

"Willow? Who do you want?" He asked. Willow bit her lip, and didn't move. Not
saying a word. "Willow." He nearly growled. He walked towards her, and took a
hold of your arms. "I thought I was your friend. I would figure you could
tell me." He said. Willow looked down at the floor, she still kept silent. A
tear slid down her cheek, and she cursed herself for saying something like
that out loud.

"Is it Xander?" He asked. Willow gave a weak laugh.

"I got over him, years ago Angel." She whispered.

"Then who?" Angel searched his mind for anyone she could possibly love so
much.

"You." She whispered. Angel looked at her, a mixture of shock, disbelief and
the slightest hint of relief was painted on his face. She started to pace
through the room.

"Though, you must be used to that. From what I hear, everyone loves you." She
said. Angel grabbed her arm, and turned her to him.

"No, you don't." He said. Willow looked up at him, her eyes painted with
shock.

"Angel, I think I would know." She said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm
not exactly a child."

"No Willow, you aren't." He said, looking down at the red haired goddess that
stood before him. "But I seriously doubt you love me." He said.

"Angel, I love you, have for quite sometime." She said, her eyebrows raised.
Angel shook his head.

"You only think you do." He said, looking down at her once again. Willow
shook her head.

"Screw this." She turned around and walked out of the room. Walking down the
steps, Angel went after her.

"Willow..." He started. She turned around quickly, her hair swept across her
face, her eyes alight with anger, and alertness, her pale skin seemed even
more so against her black skirt and top.

"What, Angel?" She asked. Angel walked down a few steps, until he was one
step above her on the stair case.

He bent his head down, his lips touching hers just barely. Willow looked at
him with shock, but didn't pull away. His arms went around her waist, pulling
her closer. Willow started to kiss him back, slowly, still a bit shocked at
the situation. Angel's hands traveled up her body, all the way up to her
head, cradling it. His tongue ran along her lips slowly, and she moaned,
opening her mouth gaining him access.

His tongue swept through her mouth, and Willow's hands went around his neck,
holding him tightly. His hands thread themselves through her hair, pulling
her against him, even more. His lips left hers, and he grabbed her hand,
walking up the steps quickly. Entering his room, he turned around and kissed
her again, back her up to the bed, his lips never leaving hers. He laid her
down on the bed softly, cradling her warm body against his.

"Love you." He whispered to her, releasing his lips from her for just a
moment. Willow pulled a little bit more away from him, looking into his eyes.
She smiled when she saw the love, mixed with passion and lust.

"Love you too." She captured Angel's lips again, pulling him against her. He
pulled away from her again, and stood up. Removing her shoes, as well as his,
he quickly got back onto the bed, and kissed her forehead. She yawned
slightly, and he smiled at her. Quickly getting behind her, he cradled
himself up against her body, and grabbed a blanket that was behind him,
pulling it over their bodies. Willow snuggled up closely against him, closing
her eyes in contentment

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