A/N: Safe to say everyone wanted me to continue this, so here you go!

As the rain started to fall harder, she ran the rest of the way to the library. Shaking the water out of her hair as she walked in, it was no surprise to see Will in their usual spot. What did surprise her was the blonde perched on the edge of the table near his hand, practically throwing herself at him. Either he was oblivious to it or he was actually feeding into it, seeing as he was engaged in conversation with her. Overcome by a wave of…what exactly was she feeling? Jealousy? Embarrassment? Whatever it was, she shook it off and considered turning back around to leave, when Will noticed her.

"Leesh!" Someone shushed him and he waved at her, questioning her with his eyes. Am I that obvious?

Smiling, she waved back and made her way over to him as the blonde turned to eye her. Will pulled her chair out for her and grabbed her bag. On instinct, she reached up and kissed his cheek. Real mature, Alicia. Are you back in high school? Feeling the need to stake your claim on your…I don't even know what to call him. I don't even know what we are. "Hey." She said as she sat.

"You know Kelly, right?" he said, gesturing toward the blonde.

"I don't think we've met." Flashing her best fake smile, she turned in her direction.

"Umm, I should go back to my study group." She said as she jumped off of the table. Please do.

"Alright. Good luck." He didn't even look at her.

"I hope I see you at Mike's party tonight." She said as she walked away.

Did she really just do that? I'm sitting right here. Looking back to Will, she gauged his reaction to the invitation. He didn't even seem to have heard her.

"New friend?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"Kelly?" When he looked up from his notes and smirked at her, she realized it must have come out as mockingly as it sounded in her head. Good job, Alicia. Not at all childish.

"She's not a friend." He stated simply before turning back to his notes.

She let a few minutes of silence go by. "Are you going to that party?" she winced at her own question.

He looked at her, visibly confused. "No. We're going out tonight, remember?"

Right. But… "If we weren't, would you go?" Why did I ask that?

Looking at her suspiciously, he put his pen down and placed his hand on her forearm, giving her his full attention. "What's going on, Leesh? Are you ok? Are…we…ok?"

I don't know, Will. Are we a 'we'? Are you stopping everything you used to do, because of me? She smiled. "Of course. It's nothing. I think I'm getting a cold, so my head is a mess." She lied, instead.

He looked relieved. "Well, with this ongoing rain, I'm not surprised." He looked down at the mess of books and notes in front of them before resuming eye contact. "Look, why don't we keep going, at least until the rain stops, and then we'll head out so you can rest a little bit."

She nodded. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea." She started to pick her damp curls up into a bun, when he reached out to stop her.

"Don't do that. If you're already getting a cold, wrapping up your wet hair won't help." She looked at him, clearly amused. "I grew up in a house of women, what do you expect?" he explained.

Smiling, she let her hair go and returned to her notes. After some time had passed, and a few more girls stopped to ask Will if he'd be at the party that night, she'd had enough. Slamming her book shut, cutting the redhead talking to Will off, she started to gather her things, placing them in her bag.

Will looked toward the nearest window. "Oh, good. The rain stopped. Come on, let's get you out of here." He stood from his chair.

"See you later, Will. I'll have a bottle of vodka waiting with your name on it." The redhead said as she walked away.

"No, Will. You should stay here and study a bit more. I'll be fine." Before he could protest, she continued. "But, I think maybe we should cancel our plans for tonight. I'm actually not feeling too good right now." She lied, somewhat.

"Oh." He looked hurt. Dammit. That's not what I expected. "Are you sure?"

No, I'm not. "Yes."

"Well, at least let me take you home." He insisted.

"It's ok. Really. I'll be fine." Hating the look in his eyes, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek before turning to leave. Leaving him very confused and wondering what was bothering her.

As he watched her rush out, he ran his hand through his hair and sat back down. What the hell was that? Did I do something wrong? Running the past couple of hours over in his head, he couldn't find anything. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked up and saw Kelly.

"Where'd your study buddy go?" she asked.

"My…" What was she now? My girlfriend? I want her to be, but if I label her without first seeing how she feels, I'll never live it down. "Best friend, Alicia, was feeling sick and went home." He replied, shaking her hand off.

Not taking the hint, she inched closer to him, making him stand and start to pack his things. "Hey man, you coming tonight or what?" he looked up to see Mike across the table.

Looking from Mike to Kelly and back, he shook his head, firmly. "No. I'm busy. You all have fun." He said as he walked away and left the building. Once outside, he glanced around, hoping to see Alicia, but she was long gone. As he walked to his apartment, he once again played the day's events over in his head, searching for any sign that he messed up or said something wrong. Throwing his bag onto his sofa, he immediately reached for his phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hey, mom."

"Will, honey! What a surprise. How are you?"

Sighing, he sat down before answering. "I'm…ok. It's been raining for the past few days, so that sucks."

"Uh-huh. What's wrong?" She could always read him like a book.

"Why do you think something is wrong?"

"I know you, William." He chuckled. "How is everything with that sweet girl you're always going on about?"

Bingo. "Um…well…" he hesitated. In reality, he actually didn't know. "I don't know, mom."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Things were going fine, great even." And they really were. Ever since their first official date a few weeks ago, they were even more inseparable. He was enjoying every minute of it and he thought she was, too.

"But…" she urged him to continue.

"I don't know." He repeated. "We met up today for a study session and she wasn't herself."

"What did you do to her?"

"Mom! What..? I didn't do anything." He replied, defensively.

"Did you ask her about it?"

"I did. Kind of. She cancelled our plans for tonight and said she wasn't feeling good."

"Well, honey. Maybe, she really is sick. Why don't you go check on her?"

"Should I?"

"I'll tell you exactly what to do. Grab a pen and paper; I don't want you getting any of this wrong."

Doing as he was told, he listened to his mother and wrote everything down.

Letting himself in to her apartment, Owen called out as he shook the water from his coat. "I'm here to the rescue, with wet pizza and cold beer!" She emerged from her bedroom, shrugging into her robe. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." She answered as she took the beer from his hand and took a sip.

"You're supposed to be on a date with Will tonight, but you called me to come over for movie night. Obviously, something happened. Spill."

Sighing heavily, she curled up in the corner of her sofa. "I don't know, Owen. I'm…conflicted."

"Why?"

She explained what she witnessed at the library and shared her concerns with him. "Are you guys…you know…exclusive?" he offered her a slice of pizza, to which she declined.

"No."

"Well, then of course girls are going to continue to hit on him, sis. What's the holdup?"

She shrugged. "We've never talked about it. About us."

He put his pizza slice down. "Is the sex bad?"

"Owen! No… I mean… I don't know." Her voice trailed off with her admission.

"Wait. You mean to tell me that you and Mr. Georgetown have not done the deed, yet? What is wrong with you?"

"Hey!" she said, offensively. He put his hands up as way of an apology. "He hasn't made a move yet."

"And? Why are you waiting for him to do it?" she looked at him, shocked at his unvoiced suggestion. "Don't be such a prude. Look, that guy is crazy about you. You need to stop over thinking everything and live in the moment a little bit, sis."

"I can't do that." She whined. "I'm not even sure he wants to anyway."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

She looked him, accusingly. "I only invited you over. Not any of your boyfriends."

"Excuse me." He wiped his hands with a napkin before rising to answer her door. "I didn't invite anyone over, thank you very much."

He opened the door to a soaking wet Will, who stood there holding a shopping bag in one hand and a bowl in the other. "Hey."

"Hey there, Mr. - I mean, Will."

"Is…Is Alicia home?"

"Will?" she appeared behind Owen. "What are you…? Oh, you're soaked. Come inside." He followed her into her kitchen where he placed the bowl and bag on the counter. "What is all of this?" she asked as she gestured for him to remove his wet coat.

"Umm… I…I picked up some medicine and juice for you. I couldn't remember if you liked orange or apple more, so I bought both. But, my mom swears you need to drink a lot of vitamin C. Oh and tea. You have honey, right? She said to give you that, too." he rambled.

"Your mom?"

He looked away, shyly. "Yeah. I called her. She suggested I make this soup for you. She used to make it all the time for me and my sisters when we were sick." He gestured toward the bowl, nervously. "So, she gave me the recipe… If you don't like it, it's ok, I probably messed it-"

"You…you did this for me?" she cut him off.

"Of…of course. You said you didn't feel good, so…"

"Shit!" They both turned their attention to Owen, who was dramatically looking at his watch as he rushed to grab his coat from the other room. "I'm late." He explained as he kissed her cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow." Turning back once he was at her front door, he yelled back. "Hey Will, a little FYI for you, she likes to sleep on the left side of the bed!" With that, he was gone.

He chuckled when he saw her roll her eyes. Turning her attention back to him, "You really made this for me?"

"Why are you so surprised?"

"I just…I mean…I figured you would be at that party." She admitted, avoiding eye contact.

"What? Why would you think that?" She shrugged in response. "Leesh, we were supposed to go out tonight and then you told me you didn't feel good. You think I would go party instead of taking care of you?" He took a few steps toward her. "What's really going on? I know you. You're not yourself today."

Shaking her head, she exhaled. "You…and the women. Us." She waved her hand in between them. "I don't know."

"Me and the women? What women? Are you having doubts? I mean…do you not want to do…this…us?"

Finally making eye contact, "What do you want, Will? Do you know?"

"You." The lack of hesitation in his immediate response, which was laced with confidence, made her heart stop before picking back up at double the speed. "Leesh...I don't know what's going on in that beautiful head of yours, but if you have any doubt of my intentions with you…" he sighed. "I only want you. I don't care about anyone else. Just you. But, if this isn't what you want…"

Closing the gap between them, she quickly reached up and pulled him into a kiss that held more passion than any they had shared yet. Pulling her closer to him with one hand, he wrapped the other in her hair, deepening the kiss. Coming up for air, she leaned her head on his shoulder, both of them breathless. It was in that moment that she realized there wasn't anything she wanted more than him. Looking into his eyes, she made one simple demand. "Make love to me."

Clearly shocked by her bold request, he grew flustered. "What? Are you…are you sure that's what you want?"

Deciding that actions speak louder than words, she took hold of his hand and led him to her bedroom. Closing the door behind them, she removed her robe. As she turned back to face him, she removed her shorts and underwear. He stopped her hands as they reached for the hem of her t-shirt to lift it. "I want to do that."

Pulling her into another kiss, he moved them to her bed. As their tongues found each other, her hands roamed down his back, grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled it off of him. His own hand lightly caressed her thigh and her side as he lifted her shirt from her body. He kissed her ear and started a trail of feather light kisses along her jaw line until he took her mouth in his again. Her hands found their way to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging at the zipper. Quickly, he stood and removed his jeans and boxers. She felt herself shiver at the loss of contact with his body.

Moving back toward her, he left a trail of wet kisses starting from her hip bone, along her stomach, stopping to give equal attention to her breasts, causing her to moan in pleasure. As he resumed his trail of kisses to her neck, she felt him against the inside of her thigh and immediately the heat pooled between her legs. She wanted him inside of her. Wrapping her legs around him, she lightly ran her hand along the muscles in his back while the other was in his hair, guiding him to bring his mouth to hers. Slowly, he entered her, making her gasp and moan in pleasure from finally getting the connection she yearned for. Looking into her eyes, he started a slow, but steady rhythm. Soon enough, the thunderstorm that raged outside her windows were no match for their moans as they climaxed together for the first time.