It's only love

By: Lily DeSilva

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Anything.
A/N: Yay! Another chappie! I worked really hard on this chapter, but a lot of the credit goes to Nookyfiction, who kicked my into getting another chapter on the net. So, this is for Nooky
Spoilers: All of seasons 3-5 (just to be sure)
Song: It's only love
Album: Help
Writers: Lennon/McCartney
Artist: The Beatles
A/N2: Happy Valentine's day! This is my Valentine's story

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Ah, love. It's a miraculous and marvelous thing, and yet it can also be murderous and mischievous. The 'Four M's of love' were things Winifred had been told about since birth. 'Respect these things, and love will never fail you.'

Of course, she never planned on meeting the love of her life. You see, these rules apply to petty, high school romances, but not the real thing. Oh no, never do these things work with your one true love.

How amazing is it when you fall in love? It's exhilarating, amazing, oh-so-lovely. Winifred knew this, as she had been in love a fair few times. She was not a nun, nor a slut, and she had had a few romances in high school, but not in university. She had been to busy. Those few loves had been great, always following the rules her mother had taught her. But when she met him, oh that was a different story.

Wesley Whyndam-Pryce had loved only a few times in his live, but that was to be expected. He was always too busy studying to be a Watcher, obeying his father, such and such. He attended an all-boys school, and was expected to marry whomever the council chose for him. He didn't really care. He was never interested in love. Only impressing his father.

But what happens when two destined souls meet?

I get high when I see you go by
My oh my
When you sigh my mind inside just flies
Butterfly
why am I so shy when I'm beside you?

It's only love, and that is all
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all
But it's so hard
Loving you

Angel Investigations; a strange place to work. Chasing demons, working for vampires, visions. Yes, indeed, a very strange place. An odd place to fall in love, too. But nothing can be done when love chooses her next victims.

He loved her. Oh, God, he loved her. More than anything. It was extremely evident, especially when they talked. And she loved him back. But true love always has obstacles.

After he attacked, isolation seemed like the only answer. How could her face her, his love, after what he had done?

Answer: The Ballet. A magical night that was. Literally and figuratively. He was about to ask her-but what's this? His best friend? How could this happen? The 'Iron was hot'!

Is it right that you and I should fight
Every night
Just this side of you makes nighttime bright
Very bright
Haven't I the right to make it up, girl?

Love is messy. And not always perfect. So, life went on, a kiss here, a hug there, but never what poor Wesley wanted.

But the, she made the first move. A brave feat indeed, but necessary. They needed each other, and they knew it.

So, she kissed him. Sweet, loving, just what he needed. Just what the two of them needed. And love found her way.

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"Fred, love?"

"I'm in here, Wes!" Winifred shut the notebook, quickly making sure his name was on the cover.

Wesley strolled into their living room. "How are you feeling, darling?" he settled his hand on her shoulder.

"We're not bad! And how was your day, hon?"

"Not too shabby. And who is this 'We' you are talking about?"

Winifred thrust the notebook at him. "It's you and me. Here. I made, kind of a diary. Of you and me."

Wesley picked up the book, leafing through it. "You did all this for me?"

She nodded. "Happy Valentine's day, Wesley."

He smiled, and bent down to hug her. "I have something for you too, love."

He went towards the door, and pulled a small box out from behind it. Little barks came from inside, and then an apricot-colored head with a black mask. The pug puppy poked her head out of the box, and looked around at her surroundings.

Winifred gasped. "I always wanted a puppy! How did you know?"

Wesley smiled again. "Because I love you. Happy Valentine's day, love."

Love can be short. It can be fixed. It can follow the rules, or only last a day. But true love, oh true love, now that lasts forever.

It's only love, and that is all
Why should I feel the way I do?
It's only love, and that is all
But it's so hard
Loving you

Yes, it's so hard
Loving you
Loving you…