TRUE INTENTIONS
Author: MeB (aka XanWill4Ever-Michael B)
Email: lenoxfiles@hotmail.com
Spoiler: Sequel to The Unsuspecting Hero, the Second in The Harris' Series.
Pairing: Xander/Willow
Summary: A special day is going to arrive, but will Buffy and her friends be ready for it?
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy tVS are the property of Joss.
Rating - PG-13
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TRUE INTENTIONS
1
Willow stretched dreamily in the bed with her eyes closed and a happy look of contentment on her beautiful face. The sun was shining through the window of Xander's bedroom and it was turning out to be a wonderful day. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Xander, but he wasn't there. Pulling the covers over her as she favored her right arm, which was in a cast, she looked toward the door and discovered it to be open.
She heard Xander puttering out there in the kitchen and a smile touched her lips. He was making them a lunch. She got out of the bed and went to his closet where she picked out one of his long shirts. She put it on, buttoned it up, slipped her broken arm into its sling, and she walked out into the other room with a smile on her face.
Xander looked at her from the stove and he grinned at her. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said. "God, Will...you look a lot better in that shirt than I do."
"I could take it off, you know," she threatened.
Xander cracked a smile. "Yes, you could. Then...you'd still look great." He looked into her eyes. "Looking at you now, Will...it's like my eyes are open for the first time in my life. You...you take my breath away." He went to her and hugged her, kissing her on the lips.
Willow smiled at him. "I could get used to this." She inhaled the aroma from the stove. "Hey, good lookin', what'cha got cookin'?"
"I'm cooking up something for you, gorgeous. Some bacon for some BLT's." He went back to the stove and checked on the sizzling bacon. "I thought you might be hungry."
"I am," she confirmed with a nod. "You drained me pretty much in there, you ole dog, you." She watched him and favored him with a coy smile. "And you standing there with nothing but your boxers on just makes me go tingly."
He grinned at her. "I, uh...I could take them off, you know."
"We'll never eat any lunch if we keep this up."
He prepared the BLT's on toasted wheat bread with lettuce, tomato, and bacon, and he cut the sandwiches in two pieces each. He served them on plates and brought them to the table where Willow had taken a seat. He went to the cupboard, grabbed two glasses, and then he grabbed the milk from the refrigerator. With all that, he finally joined his girl at the table.
She smiled at him. "This is nice."
He poured her a glass of milk. "So...how am I doing so far? On making you happy."
She giggled. "This girl has no complaints." She watched him from across the table. "But it's not fair if I'm the only one happy."
"Are you kidding, Will? My new name is Happy. I am Xander Happy Harris."
"I thought it was Alexander Lavelle Harris." She gave him a knowing look.
He shrugged. "That was then. This is now." He shook his head. "There is no Lavelle. Only Happy."
"Well...how about just Xander and Willow Happy? That's what we could be? That's what we are." She took a bite of her BLT, watching him with her eyes.
He took a bite of his, returning her look.
They looked at each other.
Willow's BLT was falling apart because she was having a difficult time holding it with two hands. "Ooops." She put her sandwich on her plate and smiled sheepishly. "I-I think I'm all thumbs here."
Xander moved his chair closer to her and he picked up her BLT. "Let me help you with that." He brought the sandwich close to her mouth. "Just try to watch out for my fingers. I'm kind of attached to them."
She smiled at him. "But that's the best part." She took a bite.
He smiled as he saw a tiny bacon crumb at the corner of her lip. "Here...let me get that." He leaned toward her and kissed her lips softly.
When he sat back, she looked at him with a smile. "Are you a human napkin?"
"I'm whatever you want me to be."
They looked into each other's eyes. They both knew that she didn't really need help with her BLT. They just wanted to be that much closer to one another. Xander and Willow wanted to be so lost into one another that there would be no hope of ever being found again. They had a long friendship with each other, but now it was more than that. It went beyond that. They were closer to each other now than they had ever been and they knew each other intimately.
Willow's hand touched Xander's as he held onto her sandwich. She looked into his eyes. "Xander..."
He hesitated, "Yeah, Will?"
"I-I can see it in your eyes."
Xander regarded her for a moment. "What can you see in my eyes?"
She paused. "Fear."
This was one of those moments when everything around them seemed to disappear and all there was were simply just the two of them. They focused on each other.
"What do I fear?" he asked her as he put her sandwich onto her plate.
She grabbed his hand and held it. "You...you fear that what happened between you and Anya will happen to us." She looked at him. "But...I know it won't happen."
"How do you know, Will?"
"Because I know you, Xander. I know you more than Anya does. I know you more than Buffy does." She hesitated, "I know why you did what you did. I also know that you are not like your father. You're a better man than he is, Xander. You wouldn't treat me like your father has treated your mother. T-that's just not you."
He smiled wryly at her. "Willow..."
"Well...it's true." She gave him her tough look. "Besides, you know that I'd knock you on your silly hind end if you did treat me like that. What kind of a girl do you think I am, huh, buster?"
He laughed.
She smiled. "So...so we're clear on this, aren't we, Alexander Lavelle Happy Harris? You are not running out on me. Ever!"
"No." He looked at her face. "There's no way that's ever going to happen." He took her hand in his. "Which is why..." He closed his eyes.
She looked at him, puzzled. "Uh, which is why what?"
He looked into her eyes. "I've been doing a lot thinking...while you were sleeping. This marriage thing...We've seen our share of them, haven't we? The big weddings. The family feuds that come out of them. The invitations. The orders...tuxedos for the groom and party, the gowns for the bride and her party." He let out a sigh. "Then you have to get a place to set up for it, and you've got to get everything just right so that by the time you finally get to it, you're just--"
"Hey!" Willow squeezed his hand. "Come back down to earth, Xander. Don't get crazy on me."
He smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Will. I just...I just don't want to live my life alone in this apartment any more. I-I really would like it if you would stay with me."
She caught her breath. "X-Xander...are-are-are you asking me to live with you?"
"Yes. But...there is one condition."
She looked at him with surprise. "Oh. Well, uh...wh-what is that condition?"
"You live with me in this apartment...as my wife."
Her eyes widened. "Xander..."
"Just say yes."
"Yes."
He blinked. "You-you said yes."
"You told me to."
He hesitated, "Oh...then, you mean no?"
"No."
"Oh...Wait. Wait a minute. Do you mean yes or no?"
She looked at him in exasperation. "Xander, stop that! I mean, yes, I will be your wife!" She tried to hug him but her arm in her cast got in the way.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
There were tears on her face as she buried her face in his neck. She was happy. She was so happy. And Xander was, too.
"I love you, Will," he whispered to her. "I love you so much."
Willow looked at him. "I-I love you, too." She touched his lips with her fingertips. "When?"
He kissed her fingers. "Soon. Let's not wait too long."
She nodded in agreement. "No, l-let's not wait at all...And let's not plan any big wedding, Xander. I-it can be just you and me...And-and we'll invite only Buffy, Dawn...Giles, and Anya."
"We'll get a Justice of the Peace."
She smiled through her tears. "W-we could be married by the weekend!"
They hugged each other, and then they began to make their plans. They decided that they wouldn't tell their friends of their true intentions until that very second it was revealed. They made some phone calls, set up an appointment with the local Justice of the Peace, and got the wheels in motion. They spent the entire day making sure that their wedding plans were going smoothly. They went to the local jeweler and purchased rings with money that Xander had been saving up.
They took in a movie and had dinner. They spent the entire day together.
When they were back in the apartment, Xander called the Summer Residence.
Dawn answered.
"Hey, short stuff," Xander greeted.
Dawn squealed on the other end. "Well, it's about time you called! Tell me everything! I want to know what you two are doing and then I want to know when we can see you together!"
"How about Friday?"
There was a pause. "Friday? What's happening Friday?"
Xander looked at Willow and smiled. "Just tell Buffy that we are making reservations for a table of six at the Olive Garden at five o' clock."
"You-you're taking us to dinner?" Dawn screamed a scream of joy. "Omigod!! You-you-you have an announcement to make! Oh, Xander!! I am so happy for you and Willow!!"
He chuckled. "We're happy, too. Just be sure to tell Buffy, Giles, and Anya."
"I will!"
"'Bye."
"'Bye, this is so exciting!!"
Xander grinned and hung up the phone. Then he went over to Willow and he sat with her on the couch. "It's been a big day," he said.
She nodded a happy nod of agreement. "It has."
"Tomorrow, I have some things to take care of in the morning."
"What sort of things?"
"I was offered a job and I'm going to look the site over tomorrow with my crew."
She smiled. "Mr. Foreman. That's great that you were offered a job. Is it a big one?"
He nodded. "Could be. Only thing is, I have to be there dark and early. Around 4 am."
She made a face. "Ouch. Well, I might be a grumpy grump if you try and wake me up, mister."
"I'll just sneak you in a kiss."
"Well...I can wake up for that." She paused. "But if you got to get up early, then maybe we should hit the hay and, you know..." She waggled her eyes. "You can keep your promise and make me happy all over again."
He chuckled. Then he picked her up and carried her into his room...soon to be their room.
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3:30 am...
Xander showered and as he did, Willow, wearing nothing but his shirt, put on a pot of coffee and cooked some eggs. They shared a breakfast, and then they kissed on the doorstep before Xander left.
Willow was going to go back to bed, but she decided not to. It was a nice morning, and so she dressed and went out for a walk. She walked and thought happy thoughts of Xander. She remembered all of the times she had wanted to be with him when they were in school together. She remembered wanting him then. Just as she wanted him now.
She remembered sitting at a table with Buffy at the Bronze. They had gone to the zoo earlier that day, but then they were hanging out at their favorite place, and Willow had been keeping her eye on the entrance. She had been watching for Xander Harris.
"Well," Buffy had said to her, "I'm not constantly monitoring his health, his moods, his blood pressure..."
Willow in her memory and Willow taking a walk said dreamily, "130 over 80."
Buffy had given her a smile. "You've got it bad, girl."
And having it bad never felt so good.
"Willow Harris," she said to herself. "Willow Harris." She breathed in a happy sigh and she smiled.
It was really happening.
They were going to be together. They were going to be...
Suddenly, she stopped walking as a cold chill washed over her. She hadn't realized where she had been walking to until she happened to be looking right at the hideous demon statue attached to the steeple of the temple she had pulled up from the ground on the bluff. She stared at it and backed away.
It had been a horrible thing that she was about to do...but then Xander had saved the world that day. He really was a hero. People just didn't know it. Willow thought about that and she knew in her heart that the man she loved hadn't come up there to save the world. He had come up there to save her...and that's exactly what he did.
Willow took another step back from the steeple.
That's when she saw the dark form sitting atop the cliff overlooking the ocean. Someone was sitting there.
Curious, Willow moved toward the dark form. As she drew nearer she saw that it was a man, and the man had his back to her.
But he knew someone was behind him. And he knew who that someone was.
"Didn't think you'd be back up here again, Red," he replied, not turning his head. "Not after what I heard."
Willow froze.
She couldn't believe it.
After a year had passed, Spike had returned to Sunnydale.
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Author: MeB (aka XanWill4Ever-Michael B)
Email: lenoxfiles@hotmail.com
Spoiler: Sequel to The Unsuspecting Hero, the Second in The Harris' Series.
Pairing: Xander/Willow
Summary: A special day is going to arrive, but will Buffy and her friends be ready for it?
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy tVS are the property of Joss.
Rating - PG-13
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TRUE INTENTIONS
1
Willow stretched dreamily in the bed with her eyes closed and a happy look of contentment on her beautiful face. The sun was shining through the window of Xander's bedroom and it was turning out to be a wonderful day. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Xander, but he wasn't there. Pulling the covers over her as she favored her right arm, which was in a cast, she looked toward the door and discovered it to be open.
She heard Xander puttering out there in the kitchen and a smile touched her lips. He was making them a lunch. She got out of the bed and went to his closet where she picked out one of his long shirts. She put it on, buttoned it up, slipped her broken arm into its sling, and she walked out into the other room with a smile on her face.
Xander looked at her from the stove and he grinned at her. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said. "God, Will...you look a lot better in that shirt than I do."
"I could take it off, you know," she threatened.
Xander cracked a smile. "Yes, you could. Then...you'd still look great." He looked into her eyes. "Looking at you now, Will...it's like my eyes are open for the first time in my life. You...you take my breath away." He went to her and hugged her, kissing her on the lips.
Willow smiled at him. "I could get used to this." She inhaled the aroma from the stove. "Hey, good lookin', what'cha got cookin'?"
"I'm cooking up something for you, gorgeous. Some bacon for some BLT's." He went back to the stove and checked on the sizzling bacon. "I thought you might be hungry."
"I am," she confirmed with a nod. "You drained me pretty much in there, you ole dog, you." She watched him and favored him with a coy smile. "And you standing there with nothing but your boxers on just makes me go tingly."
He grinned at her. "I, uh...I could take them off, you know."
"We'll never eat any lunch if we keep this up."
He prepared the BLT's on toasted wheat bread with lettuce, tomato, and bacon, and he cut the sandwiches in two pieces each. He served them on plates and brought them to the table where Willow had taken a seat. He went to the cupboard, grabbed two glasses, and then he grabbed the milk from the refrigerator. With all that, he finally joined his girl at the table.
She smiled at him. "This is nice."
He poured her a glass of milk. "So...how am I doing so far? On making you happy."
She giggled. "This girl has no complaints." She watched him from across the table. "But it's not fair if I'm the only one happy."
"Are you kidding, Will? My new name is Happy. I am Xander Happy Harris."
"I thought it was Alexander Lavelle Harris." She gave him a knowing look.
He shrugged. "That was then. This is now." He shook his head. "There is no Lavelle. Only Happy."
"Well...how about just Xander and Willow Happy? That's what we could be? That's what we are." She took a bite of her BLT, watching him with her eyes.
He took a bite of his, returning her look.
They looked at each other.
Willow's BLT was falling apart because she was having a difficult time holding it with two hands. "Ooops." She put her sandwich on her plate and smiled sheepishly. "I-I think I'm all thumbs here."
Xander moved his chair closer to her and he picked up her BLT. "Let me help you with that." He brought the sandwich close to her mouth. "Just try to watch out for my fingers. I'm kind of attached to them."
She smiled at him. "But that's the best part." She took a bite.
He smiled as he saw a tiny bacon crumb at the corner of her lip. "Here...let me get that." He leaned toward her and kissed her lips softly.
When he sat back, she looked at him with a smile. "Are you a human napkin?"
"I'm whatever you want me to be."
They looked into each other's eyes. They both knew that she didn't really need help with her BLT. They just wanted to be that much closer to one another. Xander and Willow wanted to be so lost into one another that there would be no hope of ever being found again. They had a long friendship with each other, but now it was more than that. It went beyond that. They were closer to each other now than they had ever been and they knew each other intimately.
Willow's hand touched Xander's as he held onto her sandwich. She looked into his eyes. "Xander..."
He hesitated, "Yeah, Will?"
"I-I can see it in your eyes."
Xander regarded her for a moment. "What can you see in my eyes?"
She paused. "Fear."
This was one of those moments when everything around them seemed to disappear and all there was were simply just the two of them. They focused on each other.
"What do I fear?" he asked her as he put her sandwich onto her plate.
She grabbed his hand and held it. "You...you fear that what happened between you and Anya will happen to us." She looked at him. "But...I know it won't happen."
"How do you know, Will?"
"Because I know you, Xander. I know you more than Anya does. I know you more than Buffy does." She hesitated, "I know why you did what you did. I also know that you are not like your father. You're a better man than he is, Xander. You wouldn't treat me like your father has treated your mother. T-that's just not you."
He smiled wryly at her. "Willow..."
"Well...it's true." She gave him her tough look. "Besides, you know that I'd knock you on your silly hind end if you did treat me like that. What kind of a girl do you think I am, huh, buster?"
He laughed.
She smiled. "So...so we're clear on this, aren't we, Alexander Lavelle Happy Harris? You are not running out on me. Ever!"
"No." He looked at her face. "There's no way that's ever going to happen." He took her hand in his. "Which is why..." He closed his eyes.
She looked at him, puzzled. "Uh, which is why what?"
He looked into her eyes. "I've been doing a lot thinking...while you were sleeping. This marriage thing...We've seen our share of them, haven't we? The big weddings. The family feuds that come out of them. The invitations. The orders...tuxedos for the groom and party, the gowns for the bride and her party." He let out a sigh. "Then you have to get a place to set up for it, and you've got to get everything just right so that by the time you finally get to it, you're just--"
"Hey!" Willow squeezed his hand. "Come back down to earth, Xander. Don't get crazy on me."
He smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Will. I just...I just don't want to live my life alone in this apartment any more. I-I really would like it if you would stay with me."
She caught her breath. "X-Xander...are-are-are you asking me to live with you?"
"Yes. But...there is one condition."
She looked at him with surprise. "Oh. Well, uh...wh-what is that condition?"
"You live with me in this apartment...as my wife."
Her eyes widened. "Xander..."
"Just say yes."
"Yes."
He blinked. "You-you said yes."
"You told me to."
He hesitated, "Oh...then, you mean no?"
"No."
"Oh...Wait. Wait a minute. Do you mean yes or no?"
She looked at him in exasperation. "Xander, stop that! I mean, yes, I will be your wife!" She tried to hug him but her arm in her cast got in the way.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
There were tears on her face as she buried her face in his neck. She was happy. She was so happy. And Xander was, too.
"I love you, Will," he whispered to her. "I love you so much."
Willow looked at him. "I-I love you, too." She touched his lips with her fingertips. "When?"
He kissed her fingers. "Soon. Let's not wait too long."
She nodded in agreement. "No, l-let's not wait at all...And let's not plan any big wedding, Xander. I-it can be just you and me...And-and we'll invite only Buffy, Dawn...Giles, and Anya."
"We'll get a Justice of the Peace."
She smiled through her tears. "W-we could be married by the weekend!"
They hugged each other, and then they began to make their plans. They decided that they wouldn't tell their friends of their true intentions until that very second it was revealed. They made some phone calls, set up an appointment with the local Justice of the Peace, and got the wheels in motion. They spent the entire day making sure that their wedding plans were going smoothly. They went to the local jeweler and purchased rings with money that Xander had been saving up.
They took in a movie and had dinner. They spent the entire day together.
When they were back in the apartment, Xander called the Summer Residence.
Dawn answered.
"Hey, short stuff," Xander greeted.
Dawn squealed on the other end. "Well, it's about time you called! Tell me everything! I want to know what you two are doing and then I want to know when we can see you together!"
"How about Friday?"
There was a pause. "Friday? What's happening Friday?"
Xander looked at Willow and smiled. "Just tell Buffy that we are making reservations for a table of six at the Olive Garden at five o' clock."
"You-you're taking us to dinner?" Dawn screamed a scream of joy. "Omigod!! You-you-you have an announcement to make! Oh, Xander!! I am so happy for you and Willow!!"
He chuckled. "We're happy, too. Just be sure to tell Buffy, Giles, and Anya."
"I will!"
"'Bye."
"'Bye, this is so exciting!!"
Xander grinned and hung up the phone. Then he went over to Willow and he sat with her on the couch. "It's been a big day," he said.
She nodded a happy nod of agreement. "It has."
"Tomorrow, I have some things to take care of in the morning."
"What sort of things?"
"I was offered a job and I'm going to look the site over tomorrow with my crew."
She smiled. "Mr. Foreman. That's great that you were offered a job. Is it a big one?"
He nodded. "Could be. Only thing is, I have to be there dark and early. Around 4 am."
She made a face. "Ouch. Well, I might be a grumpy grump if you try and wake me up, mister."
"I'll just sneak you in a kiss."
"Well...I can wake up for that." She paused. "But if you got to get up early, then maybe we should hit the hay and, you know..." She waggled her eyes. "You can keep your promise and make me happy all over again."
He chuckled. Then he picked her up and carried her into his room...soon to be their room.
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3:30 am...
Xander showered and as he did, Willow, wearing nothing but his shirt, put on a pot of coffee and cooked some eggs. They shared a breakfast, and then they kissed on the doorstep before Xander left.
Willow was going to go back to bed, but she decided not to. It was a nice morning, and so she dressed and went out for a walk. She walked and thought happy thoughts of Xander. She remembered all of the times she had wanted to be with him when they were in school together. She remembered wanting him then. Just as she wanted him now.
She remembered sitting at a table with Buffy at the Bronze. They had gone to the zoo earlier that day, but then they were hanging out at their favorite place, and Willow had been keeping her eye on the entrance. She had been watching for Xander Harris.
"Well," Buffy had said to her, "I'm not constantly monitoring his health, his moods, his blood pressure..."
Willow in her memory and Willow taking a walk said dreamily, "130 over 80."
Buffy had given her a smile. "You've got it bad, girl."
And having it bad never felt so good.
"Willow Harris," she said to herself. "Willow Harris." She breathed in a happy sigh and she smiled.
It was really happening.
They were going to be together. They were going to be...
Suddenly, she stopped walking as a cold chill washed over her. She hadn't realized where she had been walking to until she happened to be looking right at the hideous demon statue attached to the steeple of the temple she had pulled up from the ground on the bluff. She stared at it and backed away.
It had been a horrible thing that she was about to do...but then Xander had saved the world that day. He really was a hero. People just didn't know it. Willow thought about that and she knew in her heart that the man she loved hadn't come up there to save the world. He had come up there to save her...and that's exactly what he did.
Willow took another step back from the steeple.
That's when she saw the dark form sitting atop the cliff overlooking the ocean. Someone was sitting there.
Curious, Willow moved toward the dark form. As she drew nearer she saw that it was a man, and the man had his back to her.
But he knew someone was behind him. And he knew who that someone was.
"Didn't think you'd be back up here again, Red," he replied, not turning his head. "Not after what I heard."
Willow froze.
She couldn't believe it.
After a year had passed, Spike had returned to Sunnydale.
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