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A night at the theatre goes off Broadway.

"You live on the Hellmouth with real demons running around. . .and a story you're writing scared you? Not buying it, but I'll let it go." He tried not to sound upset. She was thinking about Angelus again. He hoped that maybe she would confess what she was writing.

"Uh, Angel?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you wearing leather pants?" She was looking at his legs as if a snake had slithered up beside her.

Angel leaned back on the desk and looked down at his legs. "I was searching around for something to wear in my closet and they just felt so good when I accidentally touched them. I wanted to put them on." Angel's sable eyes were fastened on her. "So soft and inviting. I had to have. . .them." She gulped, he wasn't talking about his pants.

"Touch them."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Angel." Willow blushed furiously.

She wouldn't have hesitated to touch Angelus. Hell, they'd have been on the floor by now if he were his demon. A small voice in his head crowed with laughter. 'Jealous, soul boy?' He ignored the voice, wanting only to focus on her. Making her want him. "Touch them. Come on, you know you want to." His voice was hoarse. She wasn't sure if he was pleading with her or ordering her.

Willow tentatively ran her hand down his leather clad knee. She patted it awkwardly. "Nice. Was it expensive?" She pulled her hand away as if it had been burned.

"Nice?" Angel laughed throatily. "I know something that would be nicer." He brought her hand up to his thigh and ran it up his leg inch by inch. Letting her feel every sinewed length of muscle. Until he almost reached . . .

She pulled away. "What are you doing!?" She jumped up, then her face softened and her voice became a mere whisper. "Angelus?"

He scowled. "No, not Angelus. I'm Angel. Angel!" He jumped up from the desk to stand over her. Then his hands reached down to pull her up and stand her on the chair. She was not a little bit taller than he was. But he was in control. There was no doubt about that. "It eats at you, doesn't it? Seeing me in this body instead of him."

"No! No, I'm glad to have you back. " She denied.

"Are you really? Or are you just disappointed?"

"Of course not! You're my friend."

"Friend? Friendship is so weak, Willow. It's not what I want to be to you."

"But Buffy-"

"I get it now. You are disappointed. Disappointed that I didn't turn away from you, transfer my affections to Buffy. Forget about poor little Willow. That robs you of the chance to be the martyr, doesn't it? Doesn't help you get over your guilt." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his body. "I can't forget about you, Willow. I can't! You're in my thoughts, in my dreams. All I can see is you!"

"I-I'm sorry." She took a deep breath. "I didn't know you felt that way. I'll leave you alone-"

"But I don't want you to leave me alone. I want you." He pulled her down to kiss him, ravaging her mouth. "Do you know that? I need you, Willow, I want you all the time."

"W-we can't. Angel, if we-"

"Isn't that what you want? All you have to do is give me a moment's happiness and you get him back. I know you've thought about it."

"No, I haven't!"

"Yes, you have." He tightened his hold on her. "One moment of happiness, Willow, and he could be yours."

"Stop it! I love Buffy, I would never-"

"This isn't about Buffy. We're OVER! There is no Angel and Buffy. There's only
you and me."

"I don't think of you that way!"

"Really? Then your body lies, Willow. I can feel your heart beating, hear blood pounding in your veins. . ." He kissed her and she felt herself respond. Then he murmured against her mouth."Say the word. Let me teach you about passion. Pick up where he left off."

Gods help her. It was so tempting. She shook her head, wanting to stave off the reckless impulses of her body. "I can't-"

"Yes. You can." Then his a sinful smile spread across his handsome face. "And you will. Thumb wrestle me."

"What?" Willow blinked.

"Thumb wrestle me.

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