Author's Note: So I've decided to include a few platonic friendships, because I don't think Valentine's Day should be exclusively about romantic love, but I'm still writing every couple I can.

Giles had cleared out the Magic Box floor, moving the tables to the side, because a demon had decided to crash through the roof and the repair guys were going to have to come in a few hours from now. He'd told Willow and Xander to stay in the shop and wait for the repair guys, because he was very busy and had some prior obligations. He'd refused to answer their questions on the nature of those obligations, so Willow and Xander were speculating on what they might be.

"He could have a hot date," Xander suggested.

"With who?" Willow replied, honestly surprised. "Not that Giles isn't a catch—"

"He really isn't," Xander commented.

"—but he hasn't been dating since that thing with Olivia. Maybe he's got some studying to do."

"Couldn't he do it here?" Xander pointed out. "In the shop? Where he keeps all of his books?"

Willow frowned. "I see what you mean."

"And if it was a hot date, he wouldn't want to tell us. I think my theory is right." Xander looked extremely proud of himself. "At least Anya's up front about her reasons. She wanted to stay home and work on finances."

Willow looked down at her hands to avoid rolling her eyes.

"So!" Xander stood up. "It's the month of love, we're alone in the Magic Box, and there isn't anyone coming in for at least a few hours. I'd say it's pretty obvious what we have to do."

Willow's head jerked up involuntarily as she stared at Xander. "What?" she said, voice a little more high-pitched than normal. Then, "Xander, first of all—"

"Surprising as it may seem, I'm not talking about that, Willow," Xander said, grinning at her as if he'd been trying to elicit that exact reaction. Willow's nervousness was replaced by slight irritation mingled with amusement—it was both frustrating and funny that he could still throw her off so easily. "I need to practice my dance moves. I promised Anya that I'd take her out dancing, and you're the only person who I know will put up with me stepping all over your feet."

Willow giggled. "Okay," she agreed. "What kind of dancing are we trying out?"

Xander blinked. "Say what?"

"What kind of dancing?"

"Do I have to learn a special kind?" Xander asked, sounding more than slightly horrified. "Isn't it that kind where you hold the girl's waist—" He came over, placing a hand on Willow's waist and taking her hand with his other hand. Willow was reminded of the last impromptu dance they shared, and it was strange that her feelings for him were so entirely platonic now. They'd seemed so strong and passionate in the moment, but then came Tara, and now kissing Xander was in the same category as kissing Buffy or Dawn.

"Well, I think there's salsa, but I don't know how to do that," Willow replied. "And ballroom dancing. I bet Giles knows that," she added.

"I'm not taking dancing lessons from Giles," Xander told her flatly. "I have some dignity." He stepped forward at the same time Willow did, and they nearly collided. "Sorry," he sheepishly added.

"It's good!" Willow encouraged him. "See, just follow my lead."

"But what happens when I'm out with Anya and she wants to follow my lead?" Xander asked.

"Anya never follows your lead," Willow countered.

"Point taken." Xander fell into step with Willow, fumbling slightly. "I was never good at this," he complained. "Slow dances were easy because you just had to sway, but Cordy would always get angry at me for stepping all over her feet."

"Ooh, we need music!" Willow gasped, and raised her hand from Xander's shoulder to snap her fingers and incant, "Cantica." A blues song began to play, not slow enough for a slow dance but not fast enough for vigorous, dramatic dancing.

"I know I've said it before, but Will, you are so cool," Xander told her with a big grin, and actually managed to twirl her.

Willow shrieked in surprise and delight, bursting into giggles when she was back in his arms. "Smooth!" she laughed. "Anya's going to fall all over you."

Xander looked pleased. "Think I got it?" he asked.

"No, we should practice some more," Willow replied. "It seems like you're trying to avoid stepping on my feet, and that's not the same thing as dancing."

"I mean, it's pretty close, given the way I dance," Xander joked. Willow smiled.