Thanks for all the feedback!

TJ The girl Willow refered to was the Slayer they were looking for. There is a reason why they are together and what they are doing here. The reason why I didn't mention this was 1. I'm going to introduce her later when I progress their story. 2. I want the story happen in the background. Smut and their relationship has priority. (I hoped it was clear enough that it was a Slayer though :)) If you don't understand something, please don't hold back.

Paladin3000 The smut scenes were in my head :) I hope that I can write it in such a way that I can inspire it yours too But, don't worry there's enough smut to come.

Yeah, Xander/Willow is one of my favorite ships too. They have the closest bond I've ever seen on tv. I mean Tara/Willow (which I also adore) was extraordinary strong too, but they don't understood each other as well as Xander and Willow do. Childhood friendship is very strong. To be honest, I like Kennedy, only I wish it hadn't been a ship. They simply don't fit and took away the chance for Willow to bond with the other characters.

Xander and Willow were in bed. It was a little over three in the morning. He stared at her face as she was sleeping. His mind was still wrapping over the thought that he had her. The myth. The one true love. He wanted to kiss her, but didn't want to wake her up. So, he simply looked at her. He was a happy man. Butterflies in his stomach was a pleasant trouble. He sighed.
He kissed her and watched her open her eyes. She blinked a couple of times and he had to grin at the sight. She smiled back. "Xander."

"Sorry, to wake you up. I just . . . I need to kiss you."

She looked at her other side and back again. "Careful, don't wake up Keiko."

"She won't hear us . . . Unless you start yelling my name again."

She gave him the expected look. "Xander!" She threw a hand quickly at her mouth. Keiko didn't react. She sighed. "Xander, I don't yell," she whispered.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes."

"No"

"Yes."

"No."

"Do you love me?"

"No." She gave him frustrated look and slapped him carefully on the chest. "Bastard."

He grinned and moved his head under the blankets. Kissing her right breast. Kissing her stomach and the lower parts. She moaned but repressed her vocal cords . . . for as long as possible. "Aah!"

She tasted good. She tasted like . . . like strawberries . . . like Willow. He stared at her and sighed. He remembered her holding his hand when he was bound by the hospital bed. They had seen so much. Faced so much pain. Their innocence was gone. His depth was gone. He so much wanted to kiss her, but couldn't bring himself to wake her up. Luckily he was a born dreamer.

She turned around and his hands rubbed her back. He hands moved from under her red hair to her bottom and pressed on the right muscles. Releasing her of her stress.

They turned sides and he thanked Tara as he felt her hands expertly touching his own back. She knew all the right nerves and every time she pressed on them he felt another piece of himself get together. He had been strained for so long. It felt so good!

She suddenly stopped. He turned his head in a questioning look.

That devilish smirk!

"I wanna do a spell," she said.

He frowned a little. "A spell?" He turned himself on to his side and watched her closely. "Willow. Y'know you can't do-"

She silenced him with a kiss. "It a natural spell, Xander. Connected with the earth. Trust me. I've done it with Tara before."

Trust me. Why shouldn't he trust her? "Tara?" She nodded. He felt a rush of insecurity. This was one of those moments he knew he could never replace her ex-girlfriend. It was the one thing he couldn't share with her. Share her like Tara could. "I've no magic, Will."

He saw her sympathy and rubbed her cheek against his. "It's not needed, Xan," she said softly as she looked him in the eye. "You only need to be connected with earth . . . And with me. It'll bring us closer." She drawled the last word a bit. He was not quiet convinced. "It's only between soulmates, Xan."

He was sold. He nodded. "Okay, what do I have to do?"

"I need you to be inside me."

He smirked. Familiar territory. "I'm hard on knowing I can do that." He leaned forward, but stopped. "That's all?"

She nodded. "I'll do the rest." She stopped him with her hand as he moved further. " It's easier for me to chant if I ride you like a pony." He laid on his back as she climbed on him. It felt like a blur and he had no idea what she was mumbling and shouting. It all became one. He was inside her and she in him. Blood and soul.

He jerked a little as he felt her hand on his chest as she cuddled on to him. He relaxed and smiled as he felt her small breasts. She smelled fresh and flowerly. Much like Anya did, but with a slightly different vintage. She was more than solace, she was more than healing. and she was more than a friend.

It wasn't a dream.

God, he loved her!

He finally found the courage to kiss her as he gently placed a little one on her neck as she moved a little closer and brought her head in crook of his neck. Content he closed his eyes and drifted asleep.

There's nothing better than waking up in the morning in the wonderful mixture of chirping crickets, rays of sunlight, the fresh smell of nature in the morning and being intertwined with your lover's naked body. Well, except for hot chocolate. He heard the sounds of a horse galloping near by. He smiled. Another dream. He opened his eyes, blinked a couple of times as he found himself staring in the green eyes of a beautiful creature; a white, horned, relatively small animal: a baby unicorn.