Willow's POV

We made it to the Bronze in only minutes and found our normal table was empty. We all sat around and listened to the music in silence. Cordelia joined us soon after and she started chatting with Xander. I was bobbing my head to the surprisingly good live band.

"Hey!" Buffy said suddenly. "Will, isn't that Oz?" I followed her pointed finger to the stage and smiled as I caught sight of him playing guitar.

"Yep, that's him." I told her, still watching him.

"Who's Oz?" Angel and Xander asked in unison. It looked like speaking in unison freaked them out too.

"The guitar guy." Buffy offered. "He has a thing for Willow."

I felt myself blushing even as I turned to deny it. "You don't know that, Buffy." She just shrugged and dropped it but the gleam in her eyes was frightening.

Twenty minutes later, we were drinking our sodas and talking when a deep, neutral voice whispered in my ear. "Hey."

I jumped two feet in the air and spun to face the voice. "Jeez, Oz!" I complained, but already smiling. "You scared the crap out of me."

He smiled. "Sorry." he murmured. He shuffled his feet a little in an adorably embarassed way. "You, uh, wanna dance?" he asked.

I smiled and slid down from my stool. "Sure. I could wiggle a little."

Angel's POV

Willow peeled her sweater off and left it on her chair before she and her little friend snaked across the dance floor until they found a clear spot. The song wasn't any kind of hard-core rap grinding, but it was relatively fast paced and Willow stood in front of Oz as she danced. She swayed in front of him, her arms swaying in time with her body and her hips rolling with the beat.

The dance, while looking very trendy, seemed spiritual coming from Willow. Until, of course, she turned her back to the boy and he pulled her close. Still, there was no grinding of ass into erections, but what they did do seemed worse. More sensual and intimate.

She pressed herself into him lightly and continued her swaying, her arms going up to lope around his neck. His rested on her waist and stroked the exposed flesh of her flat stomach where her tank top was riding up. She wasn't toned like Buffy. She was slender and soft-looking and I found that to be better.

No, not better. She's pretty, I admit. But Buffy's beautiful, I thought.

And stupid, Angelus chipped in.

Shut up, I growled.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly parted. His were closed too, his head dipped down so his mouth was resting on her shoulder, planting little kisses over her neck.

"Holy Cow! Look at Willow!" Buffy exclaimed in a whisper. She'd been watching in awe the whole time but seemed to just now be able to grasp what her friend was doing.

"They're...they're..." Xander couldn't seem to speak. And the look of jealousy and complete shock on his face would have been hilarious if I hadn't felt vague copies of those feelings.

Buffy saw none of this. She was excited for Willow to have a guy. "Who knew Willow could dance like that?" Cordelia asked, sounding impressed and a little envious.

"I knew. But who knew she'd ever do it?" Buffy asked. "Like...in public."

My eyes, just like Buffy's and Xander's and Cordelia's, stayed on the redhead and her short friend the whole time. The song dwindled down and Willow turned in his arms as a slow song started. Her arms were around his neck, his on her waist and they were barely moving at all on the dancefloor. She was staring him straight in the face, blushing of course, but she didn't look away.

He gave her a small smile and her face brightened with the huge grin that came on her face. I couldn't hear what he was murmuring to her and it was killing me. She slid a little closer to him then and her eyes fluttered closed before he even leaned in. He must of asked if he could kiss her.

I froze when his lips pressed to hers for a long minute. They didn't deepen the kiss or make out. They just kissed. She pressed her lips to his more firmly and he returned it. It was one of those desperate, yet chaste kisses, where they seemed to be drawing the souls out of each other using their mouths.

"OH MY GOD!" Buffy squealed, the pitch stinging my ear drums.

"Oh my God." Xander said dully.

"Go, Willow." Cordelia chirped. "Who knew? Willow Rosenburg with a band guy."

The slow song ended and Willow came back to the table as Oz went backstage. Her face got redder and redder the closer that she got, knowing we'd all seen what she'd done. She slid into the seat between Buffy and Xander. Everyone was quiet, waiting for her to speak. When she didn't, Buffy gaped at her.

"Willow!" she shrieked. I covered my ears again.

"What, Buffy?"

"Uh...'What, Buffy?' Hello! You just kissed Oz! That was your first kiss, right?" she asked. Willow blushed deeper and nodded. That was her first kiss? Why did it look like she knew exactly what she was doing?

"With Oz." Xander said dully.

"No, my first ever." Willow corrected. "But yes, it was Oz."

"And then he just scurried off." Xander said snidely. Willow looked a little hurt.

"This next song...is for Willow." came a voice from the microphone. Willow gasped and glanced to the stage, where her little boytoy was smiling as he backed away from the microphone so the singer could take it. He stared straight at her as he started playing his song.

"OH MY GOD!" Buffy shrieked again, this time in unison with Cordelia. Okay, vampire here. Stop with the screaming. I can't take it. Willow's pale face flooded with color and the grin she wore threatened to rip her face in half.

"That is so freaking sweet." Cordelia cooed, looking to Willow with envious eyes. I, however, was listening to the song. And of course, it was a love song. Something about the 'perfect girl for me'. That was the chorus. I rolled my eyes but Willow seemed enraptured as Buffy and Cordelia spoke in rushed, hushed tones about how sweet it was and how he must really like her.

Willow started to bite on her bottom lip nervously as she watched and her eyes started to shine more than usual. She was about to cry. Oh God. I was glad that she wasn't squealing and all, but I didn't want to see her cry. Was this a chick thing? Like crying at weddings and stuff?

"Will?" Xander asked.

She glanced to him quickly and then right back to the stage. "Hmm?"

"You alright?"

"Fine." she murmured. Her breathing was quick and shallow. Was she going to have a panick attack? Oh dear Lord. "It's just...I've never had anyone really seem interested in me. And suddenly, Oz is..."

"Kissing you and dedicating you songs." Cordelia filled in. Willow smiled a little and nodded. "Well, you do like him back, right?"

"Yeah." Willow answered absentmindedly. She didn't seem too much into the conversation. As the song ended, she smiled up at Oz and then turned to us. "I mean...he's cute. And really really sweet. And he likes me alot. Or at least...it seems like he does. And he's in a band. And really sweet. Did I say that already?" She stopped babbling but there was more she wanted to say. It hung in the air thickly but she stopped talking after that. I don't know if the others realized it.

"He definitely likes you." Buffy told her.

"Even with your clothes like that." Cordelia added. Willow rolled her eyes and sighed. "Sorry, I keep forgetting. But seriously, Willow, you should let me take you shopping."