A/N: Back at school for a week, hence the lack of updates, I'd appreciate some feedback to cheer me up? I've also been starting a personal website with a few of my graphicy things and I'm going to be putting my fanfic up there eventually you can check it out at secondbest. but there is next to nothing there, just the layout and a few icons/avatars so far. An amazingly short chapter, but I didn't feel like doing something especially long, the next chapter I'll do will probably be Willow's side of the 'story' and then I'll move on to including either Sex, or Spike in the chapter after that. Or both, if you're really lucky. What would you prefer to see, s/w, a/s, a/w or a/s/w. There we go, I've given you a reasion to review and give your ideas now
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He'd been lying on the bed for over an hour, just watching her, amusment flashing obviously in his eyes. He was used to watching her a lot of the time, whether she knew it or not. Watch her when she was sleeping, when she was reading, when she was fucking. But it was unusual to watch her like this, when her body language, well it wasn't confident but it wasn't shying away from him either.
It wasn't even him who had started watching her. Willow had walked into his room just over an hour ago and stopped still. He'd pretended to be asleep at first, wondering what her intentions were, but when it became clear that she wasn't going to do anything he opened his eyes and rolled over onto his back. His gaze had met hers and she had just spent the next hour watching him. She was usually very obvious about everything she did, her thoughts clear to anyone who cared to look, but today was different.
He could tell she was pissed off, not that that was new, and in turn he was highly amused, but beyond that, he couldn't tell much, definitley not what had caused her to come here and glare stakes at him for the longest length of time she had ever been in the same room as him for without being ordered to stay put. It was strange, interesting, but strange.
He arched an eyebrow. She arched one back. Maybe she wasn't exactly pissed off, but instead struggling with the confusion that comes when a person gais clarity on a subject, an oxymoron of sorts, but it was all too true.
So, what did she think that she had worked out? Him? That was hardly likely, but she may still believe it was possible. He'd heard her muttering to herself on occasions before about possibility, according to her, anything was possible as long as the person wanting to do it had 100 belief that it could be achieved. Maybe this was what her mind was telling her now, that she believed she could understand him and therefore she did.
Or maybe he was right before and she was just pissed off. Either way, he wanted to fuck her.