Title: Dangerous Type
Series: Songs For Secret Lovers (Sequel to "Too Much Fun")
Couple: Willow/ Graham
Rating: T (For bad words, implied words, and implied violence)
Disclaimer: All things B:TVS and A:TS related are owned and copyrighted to Joss Whedon, Mutatant Enemy, Fox Studios, the WB Network, and a lot of production companies. The song belongs to R. Ocasek. I personally own my procrastinating nature and some Winterfresh Gum, because it's BLUE flavored! Spoilers: Season Four Stuff, set during and after "Yoko Factor"
Summary: How does the dissolution of their respective "families" affect the W/Gr dynamic?
Note: The song lyrics come from, Letters to Cleo Online
Note 2: Yes, another W/Gr songfic from me! I swear these things help me with overcoming my writer's block! Really, they do!
Note 3: Alright, I caved! Despite claiming that "A Girl Like You" would not be a series... I wrote a sequel, and this has now become a series sigh . I'm calling it "Songs for Secret Lovers"... unless someone else can come up with a catchier title.
Note 4: Song lyrics were between the /
Note 5: As always, thoughts are within the >
Dedication: To the Herman Goelitz Candy Co., purveyors of that wicked tasty treat known as Jelly Belly jelly beans (The original gourmet jelly bean)!
/Lyrics were here./

Graham felt the muscles in his jaw twitching. If one more person asks me where my girlfriend is... I'll... I'll... Great! I can't even think up a good reaction in my head now!

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a warm body rested against his back, as a feminine voice said, "So where's your girlfriend, Miller?"

Graham spun around and looked down into the face of the one person he had been searching for all day. "Scarlett! Finally!" He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.

When Graham finally let her up for air, Willow just smiled goofily at him. "Well, gee, that was nice. What's the occasion?"

"Pretty much you are."

Willow blinked in surprise and managed to get out of Graham's hold. "Okay, that was an Oz-like moment I really didn't need. Goddess! That nearly took me back to post-Homecoming Senior year in the tales of Willow and Oz, the mutt-boy." Shaking her head, as if to clear it from a cobweb or flying insect, Willow then smiled at her boyfriend. "How you holding up, Tiger?"

"I'm fine, Scarlett." Graham pulled her onto a nearby bench and looked at her. "I've got to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully, okay?"

"Okay. But I don't do well on pop-quizzes, or at least when I haven't studied the material," she leered as she carefully observed his body.

"Willow!"

"What?"

"Be serious."

"Okay, fine, serious." She sat up straighter and schooled her facial features into a careful mask.

Graham eyed her warily, but started to ask his questions. "Where's Buffy?"

"LA. She had an 'Angel' to see," Willow said, airquoting "Angel" to show her opinion of Buffy's latest actions.

Graham just raised an eyebrow at the answer. Buffy went to see her ex, while her current boyfriend is missing. Okay, that's confusing. He took a deep breath and began again. "Where's Oz?"

Willow rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "As I told you a week ago, he left town. Got in his van and drove away. I mean he was an escapee from a secret military installation."

Shit! She's getting angry, I better ask her the final question, or I might just lose whatever good graces I've still got with her. "Okay. Do you know where Riley is?"

"Well, he's not at my parent's house. He isn't at Xander's, and I know he's not in my dorm room. Other than that, I've no idea where he could be."

"You're sure?"

"Yup. The plan to hide Riley was kept hush-hush between Riley and Buffy. Tara, Anya, and I have no knowledge of his whereabouts. And I'm still not talking to Xander or Giles, so I don't really know if they know. Ya know?"

"No, but I get your drift." Graham sighed in relief, glad the confrontation was almost over. "Would you tell me if you saw Riley?"

"Only if it had been a few hours, and I knew he was no longer where I had seen him."

That was remarkably blunt. Graham's left eyebrow rose as he studied his girlfriend. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"Because even though I had to send you there to make sure you were there... You were one of the people that helped re-capture Oz and imprison Riley." She put her left hand to his face and smiled at him. "But I'm not letting that stop me from trusting you otherwise, okay?"

Graham grabbed her hand, and kissed her inner wrist. "That's fine, Scarlett. You doing anything for dinner?"

Willow raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll have you know, Graham Miller, that despite being raised on the Hellmouth, I do not do something at the evening meal. However, if you were asking me if I would like to go to dinner with you, the answer is yes."

"Say six, and I'll pick you up at your dorm room?"

Willow leaned over and kissed him. "I'll be there with bells on, Tiger."

Graham just shot his girlfriend a look. "Not literally, right?" Willow just smiled up at him, then she walked away from him. Graham closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer Heavenward. Please God, don't make her mean that literally.

/Lyrics were here./

Walking down the street after dinner, Willow and Graham let themselves enjoy a peaceful night that didn't include what their nights usually did. Namely demons, patrols, and fighting. That's when the dark haired vampire walked around the corner.

"Angel!"

Angel stared at the red head running at him full-tilt. He barely had time to brace himself before she hit. "Hello there, Little One."

Willow hugged him tighter and managed to buss a kiss on his right cheek. "It's good to see you, even if its in the wake of whatever badness happened in LA."

Graham stood off to the side, waiting for his girlfriend to introduce him. When she didn't seem to be doing so, he spoke. "Who's your friend, Scarlett?"

Willow smacked her forehead and smiled in apology at Graham then Angel. "Duh! Where are my manners?" She grabbed Graham's arm and pulled him next to her, then she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Angel, this is my boyfriend, Graham Miller. Tiger, this is my friend Angel."

Graham looked down at Willow. "Buffy's Ex?"

"I'd like to think I'm more than just Buffy's ex." Angel extended his hand.

Graham stared at it for a second, then grabbed it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Angel."

"Likewise." Angel looked at Willow, as if measuring his words he spoke again. "What has Buffy told you about what happened in LA?"

"Nada. Zip. Zilch. No words for Willow." Willow stopped and thought for a moment. "Although that could be because I haven't been back to the dorm room in two days. Been too busy doing others things, and of course other people."

Angel snorted at her comment. How does she manage to get away with saying things like that? I don't think I've ever seen anyone call Willow on something she might have said. He rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, Little One. So you seriously haven't seen her?"

"Would I lie?" Angel just stared at her and she grinned back at him. "I mean when it's something trivial like whether or not I'd seen someone?"

"No, you wouldn't, Little One. I should keep looking for her." He hugged Willow again. "Come visit sometime soon, I could use better coffee." The pair of friends laughed at the in-joke, then Angel walked away with a casual, "Treat her right or find out how it feels to have your still beating heart torn from your chest," tossed over his shoulder at Graham.

Graham watched him walk away, then looked down at his girlfriend. "Is he always like that?"

"Oh no. This was a good mood, for him."

"Seriously? That's a good day? Well, there you go. Even when he's good, he's all Mr. Billowy-coat, king of pain, and girls really..."

Willow shut Graham up by covering his lips with her own. Graham was happy to be silenced and let the idea go.

/Lyrics were here./

Anya stared at the blond across the table from her. She sighed when the other woman didn't speak. "Long uncomfortable silences do nothing for a conversation. You should tell me about your experience with the Craft. It's been awhile, but I've cast a number of spells in my time."

Tara eyed the other woman, and grinned mischievously. "Not to mention punished evil males on behalf of the women they scorned."

"Yeah," Anya sighed in remembrance of the power she used to wield. "Damn that Xander Harris! It really is all his fault! If he hadn't cheated on Cordelia, then I wouldn't have been brought here, and the other-world Giles wouldn't have smashed my power center."

Tara raised an eyebrow, suddenly glad that no one else was in the coffee house that night. "So, shouldn't you actually blame Giles?"

"Oh no. I thought this out, you see other-Giles was simply going on the scant information Cordelia had told him, before Vamp Willow and Xander feed from her, while he watched locked in the High School Library Bookcage. He had to believe that this world, where the master was never freed and Vamps never got control of the Hellmouth, was better than his own. From a mortal perspective, I see his point. This Hellmouth is infinitely cleaner and nicer than the other one. But from a demon POV, the other Hellmouth was the place to be." Anya shuddered at her brief and fading memories of the other Sunnydale.

Tara nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, I can see where it would be. But why are you angry with him now? I mean I thought you two crazy kids had patched up that misunderstanding from a few weeks ago."

"We did. But now we're fighting about Willow. I think he should get over whatever problem he has, because she didn't harm anybody by hiding her relationship with Graham. I know I would have wanted to keep that good-looking man to myself for awhile. Chained to the foot of my bed preferably."

Tara laughed, a mental image of Graham wearing a loincloth and a slave collar, at the foot of a bed somewhere, popping into her head instantly. Then she blinked her eyes and looked at Anya. "Well, imagination and looks are all you're gonna get. Willow won't share!" Tara pouted for a moment, her lower lip stuck out outrageously far.

Anya laughed at her antics. "I'm glad you agreed to meet me for coffee, Tara. I'm having more fun with you than I've had in quite awhile."

Tara took a sip of her coffee and smiled at the other woman. "So am I, Anya. If you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to do it? I mean you don't honestly believe that crap Xander and Buffy are spouting about me and Willow, do you?"

"What? That you two are actually lovers, and that Graham is just a convenient cover?" Tara nodded her head, nearly dreading the other woman's answer. "By D'Hofryn's beard, NO! The two of them have their heads stuck so far up their butts, I'm surprised they're not actually some weird type of human genetic mutation. At least Giles is finally coming around."

"Yeah, his opinion means a lot to Willow. But I think having Spike of all people defending Willow's actions to the others helped sway his opinion." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "It could also be that case of Single Malt Irish my father sent him recently as well."

"Tara! I'm shocked that you would resort to bribery of someone to make them see your opinion as valid!" Anya paused for the space of a heartbeat, then she continued. "I like it!"

"Knew you would. And honestly? My father was hoping to get rid of that whiskey, he thinks that alcohol, and lots of other things make the body impure and more open to the devil's ways." Tara rolled her opinion of her father's beliefs.

Anya's forehead scrunched up in confusion. "Then why did he let your mother teach you the Craft?"

"He didn't let my mother do anything! She taught me when he wasn't home, as he often isn't! Fortunately my older brother was too dense to realize what she was doing. He just thought it was cooking lessons, and since that's 'women's work' he left us to it."

"Men are sexists pigs! That may have been true 50 years ago, but with the changing laws and general attitudes in Western Civilization, women are finally back to having some of the autonomy we had before the days of Bubonic plague!"

"Yeah, well, my father and brother also tried to convince me and my mother that the reason we're so strong is because we're part demon. I was convinced of that, and probably would have remained so... had I not disproved that theory a few days ago."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I had Spike punch me, I figured his chip wouldn't activate if I were a demon. Well, he recoiled in pain after he gave me a black eye, so I figured it was safe to go with the thought that I'm not demon. That he and I had a long talk about why my father might have thought that way. Somehow we got to talking about Drusilla and then somehow we got talking about a few other things. And then well, one thing lead to another..."

Anya raised an eyebrow at the woman across from her. "You slept with him?"

"Not the way you think. I um, let him feed from me, and I fell exhausted into his arms. I woke up with him the next morning. It was nice. I haven't had a male to wake up to, not in awhile, been sticking with women for the last year."

"Why did you go to women, anyway?"

"They seemed safer. After the way I watched my father dominant my mother until she died, and then the way my brother treated me... well women felt more comfortable. Besides, women are better equipped to give another woman pleasure, for men it's just a guessing game."

Anya threw her head back and laughed in delight at the way the blond Wiccan was opening up to her. "Are men and women really that different?"

"Oh yeah. Let me tell you a few stories..."

/Lyrics were here./

Spike watched from the shadows as his Sire and Riley fought. This should go well with Mr. Bits' plan for the Slayer. Having her new lover fighting her old one should be extremely unmotivating. This should work to my advantage, perhaps my Yoko factor idea will work. I think Chubs and Slutty don't realize that my witch, Red, her man, and the ex-demon have all formed a lasting friendship. While I regret pushing the wedge further between Red and Slutty, I'm not letting it stop me. Slutty needs to die so that this damned chip can be removed from my head. Only way I can protect my little blond witch. I can't believe her father almost convinced her that she was a demon! Worked to my advantage, though.

Spike let himself remember the taste and feel of Tara's blood, when she willingly opened her skin for him to drink from her. He sighed in satisfaction as he also remembered the way she felt sleeping in his arms. He looked over when he noticed that His Sire and Riley had fled the scene, as a military vehicle pulled into the alleyway. He pushed himself further into the shadows and watched the humans search the area. He'd almost snuck out of the alleyway when he hears the men talking, he stops to listen to them.

"Can you believe that Commander Gates in Dead?"

"No, bastard still owed me twenty bucks from the last time we played poker!"

"Rumor has it that he was killed the same Professor Walsh was."

"That freaky demon thing she created?"

"Yeah, Mason found him up in the caves after he didn't report when he was supposed to."

"Anyone told Miller yet?"

"Yeah, his girlfriend was there, and she took him up to his room. I envy him, you know?"

"Why the hell would you want to do that?"

"Because he has someone in his life to keep afloat. How many of the rest of us can claim that?"

"All of us. We have each other."

"It's not the same thought, is it? Besides, any man Willow loves is lucky anyway. He's got her, for how ever long she'll let him keep her."

"You're smitten with Miller's girl, Kent?"

"A little. I would have made a play for her had she even hinted that she was interested." Chad Kent looked over at his fellow operative, and smiled again. "But then she told me one day after Physics that she was dating someone I knew, and told me that she was flattered at my attention, but to cool it or have my ass kicked by Mr. Stoic"

"You actually knew she and Miller were dating before even his best friends?"

"Sure! Willow and I are partners. Besides I think the pressure of hiding their relationship got to both of them. Having a convenient alibi provider helped them sometimes."

"You dog!" The other man hit Chad's shoulder. "You actually helped them sneak around together?"

"Sneaking around is such a nasty phrase, I prefer to think I helped them along the rocky road to happiness."

"You would, Romance Boy!"

"You're just saying that because I have more luck with the ladies than you!"

"Damned straight!"

Spike stepped out of the shadows after the two men had climbed back into their hummer and left the alleyway. He shook his head at the idea of Red's man having to deal with what's going on. Poor Commando Boy. He's got it tough the next few days, especially after the Scooby Gang breaks up, and Red needs his support as well.

/Lyrics were here./

Willow smoothed the hair back from Graham's face, glad that he had finally fallen asleep. Goddess! I knew he was having trouble the last few days, I just didn't realize how bad it had gotten. Thankfully I was here for him. She was broken out of her thoughts when there was a light tapping on the door.

She got off the bed and walked over to it. She opened the door a crack and peered through the slight opening. She raised an eyebrow at the portable phone was thrust at her. "Phone call for you, Rosenberg. Sounds like a female."

Willow rolled her eyes and accepted the phone. "Thanks, Guerra. How's everyone else?"

"Depressed and angry would not be stretching the emotional banner. But you should talk to the person that called you here!"

"I'm always here."

"Well yeah, but they probably didn't know where they were calling when they got this number off your voice jail message."

"Shoo! As you so sagely pointed out, I've got a phone call." Willow closed the door between herself and Guerra, picking up the phone and hitting the "hold" button. "Hello?"

"Finally! Why the hell did I get a hold of you at a frat house Willow?"

Willow rolls her eyes at the teasing, yet accusatory tone of the other woman's voice. "I'll give you three guesses, Lia, and the first two don't count."

"Oh that's right, you're dating that extra hunky guy you brought down here during Spring break. How's he holding up?"

Willow was alerted to how Cordelia worded her question. "What do you know, Cordelia?"

"Well, I'm not really sure why I got a vision about it, but I saw Buffy and this black guy fighting, then the black guy dying at the hands of this creepy, demony thing. Then I saw you comforting your guy. I saw some other stuff too, stuff that Angel will have to answer to me about!"

"What happened?"

"Angel beat up Buffy's new guy. I mean can't he let the 'Romeo and Juliet, Ours is tragic and gut wrenching love' thing go? Living in the past is so not healthy for anyone!"

"Love is never logical, Lia. You should know that."

"Ha, ha. But seriously, why would I get a vision about the Scooby Gang, extended version?"

"Don't the PTB send you visions about the problems Angel needs to solve?"

"Usually, But when I asked the Oracles, they said, and I'm quoting. 'The Red Flame that lights the warrior's way might be extinguished if the sequence of events you have seen are not stopped.' I yelled at them about Angel not loving you that way, and that you had a mortal man. The female one said that, 'The Red Flame lights the Warrior's way, not through romantic love, but through the purity of her spirit.' Then the male guy called me a 'lower being' and I found myself back at the entrance under the post office."

"So, wait, what you're telling me is that the Oracles, think I'm important to Angel's fight? And the PTB sent you a vision about me, to keep me alive?" Willow glanced over at Graham's form, checking to make sure he was still asleep. She sighed when she noticed the deep even breathing and eye flutterings that signaled his presence in REM sleep.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, War! So I've got to tell you about the fights I saw..."

/Lyrics were here./

Willow stared in disbelief at the door Buffy just stormed out of. She looked over in shock at Xander, noticing that he also couldn't believe what had happened. Before she could say anything, he looked over at her. "Just don't, Wills."

"Don't what?"

"Don't try and cheer me up. It won't work."

"I wasn't going to try that, Alexander LeVelle Harris! Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?" Her raised voice echoed throughout the room. "Did you know that because of what you told Oz when he was here, that he actually tried to get me back? Did you know that my boyfriend is currently drugged to the gills just so he can sleep tonight? His depression over the death of Forrest Gates, his closest friend besides the now AWOL Riley Finn, is so great that Colonel McNamara has pulled him off active duty? At a time when demon activity in the Initiative is so high, that they're putting the demons together in cages, letting them tear each other apart? Did you know that I've been the subject of scrutiny from the PTBs? NO! And Why? Because you've been too busy blaming me for hiding my relationship with Graham and assuming that my relationship with Tara is way more than it is, that you haven't bothered to really see me in weeks!"

"The same could be said about you, Wills!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I see you, Xander. I see you better than you probably see yourself. For some reason you let yourself flounder this year, despite the fact that you've got more potential than you've ever given yourself credit for."

Xander stared in shock at the red head, finally seeing the woman she is, rather the one he thought she was. He swallowed his anger, and pulled her to his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't let you grow up in my mind, Wills. For some reason I keep seeing you wearing pigtails and oversized overalls, like you did back in high school."

Willow let her head rest on Xander's shoulder. "It's okay, Xander. But you need to apologize to Graham next time you see him, okay?"

"Just as long as he doesn't try to kill me."

Clapping could be heard from the doorway to the bathroom. The pair of friends glanced over to see Anya and Tara smiling at them. Anya moved to embrace Xander from the back. "It's about time you two grew up and made nice. Having your tension fill my relationship with Xander cut into the pleasure I received from the many orgasms I got from him."

"Anya..."

Tara rolled her eyes and smiled at Xander. "It's okay, Xander. We're all friends here, aren't we?"

Xander looked at the blond, as if really seeing her for the first time. "You still actually want to be my friend?"

"Well sure, if you've finally gotten your head out of your ass."

Willow snorted and looked at her fellow Wicca. "I think your friendships with both Spike and Anya have made you too bold to go back to your father's place this summer, Tara."

"Maybe. But I have to live through the next few days first. I've got this feeling that is the priority now, isn't it?"

Willow looked towards Giles' bedroom, hearing his snores. "We need to get Giles sober tomorrow, and figure out what Adam's plan is. Cordelia told me..."

"Cordelia! What's she got to do with this?"

"Everything! The PTB sent her a vision about what's happened and what might happen here in Sunnydale if we don't get our act together, and soon."

"What about Buffy?"

"What about her? She might be the Slayer in name, but when was the last time you remember her training, or even patrolling? She's more concerned with the Faith thing, or the Riley thing the last few months. She more a hindrance right now than an asset. It's one I could do with out."

Xander smiled at his oldest friend, knowing she had already thought of something. "What's our plan of action, Coach?"

"Anya, you read the older spell books Tara you read the newer ones, preferably any of the ones written in Latin. Look for a spell that can combine people's skills."

Tara smiled and headed for the bookcase. "You do realize that Latin is a truly evil language, right?"

"As Giles, the funny, drooling drunk put it: 'At least when that made no sense, the Church approved.' So we look for something that can help us. Let's get cracking!"

"What about Graham, Willow? Won't he worry?"

"He might. But I left him a note, sent him an e-mail, and left him a voice mail message telling him that I'd see him soon and to not recognize me the next time we saw each other."

"Why?"

"Because we're going to break into the Initiative. Seems the disks Spike gave me earlier actually came from Adam..."

The End