"Achoo", came a sneeze. It belonged to Xander.

     "Are you getting sick?" Willow asked, concerned. "Let me feel your
     head." she said, as she did just that.

     "Uh, oh. You feel warm." she concluded.

     "Nuh,uh. I feel sick, not warm. Ha ha." he replied.

     He even looks cute when he's sick, Willow thought. The two were
     sitting in their usual spot in the cafeteria.

     "Usually, I love cafeteria food. But today, it's the crap everyone
     says it is." he said, pushing the food around his tray.

     "Xander, are you getting sick? You're not eating. You must be
     sick."Buffy said jokingly, as she took her seat at the table.

     "Actually Buff, I feel like...something I can't say without turning this
     conversation into and 'R' rating for adult language." he replied.

     "He's sick. And when he gets sick, he gets irritable."Willow
     conluded.

     "Aww, poor sick puppy. You mean I can eat my entire lunch
     without him stealing half of it?" she asked.

     "Yep." Willow put simply.

     Buffy made a gleefull noise.

     "Looks like I'm not gonna make it to Hellmouth Central this
     afternoon. You will fill me in if there is a prophecy that says the
     world will end tonight, right? I want to shower before I die."he said.

     "I wont." Willow said.

     Is she still upset about the Cordelia thing?

     "I'm mean I won't make it either. Your mom doesn't come home till
     late, and someone needs to take care of you." Willow said.

     "I wont even bother arguing with you, Willow 'cuz I'm a big boy and
     I can take care of myself, but I know not to argue with you." he
     said.

     Good, maybe she's finally over it. He put a hand on hers. Willow
     grinned and blushed.

     "Good." she replied.

     Xander opened the door to his house. Willow breathed in. She
     loved the smell of his house. It reminded her of...well, Xander.

     "Now, Mister. I am gonna make you some chicken soup. You get
     comfy in your room, pop in a video, and I'll be in there when the
     soup's done. Oh, and I have to call my mom." Willow explained.

     Xander strangely didn't mind following her orders. I wonder if
     Cordy would have done this for me...Nope. He went into his room
     and changed into some sweats and a t-shirt. Then, he crawled
     into bed and turned on MTV.

     A few minutes later, Willow appeared with the soup. Xander
     noticed how she looked when she concentrated on not spilling the
     soup. He noticed her long red hair, and how her hips swayed
     when she walked. He didn't dismiss these thoughts like he would
     have before. She sat down and handed the tray to Xander. "While
     you eat, I am going to clean up the kitchen."

     When she came back, he was finished. She noticed how cute he
     looked in that white t-shirt. It really flattered him. He patted the bed
     where he wanted her to sit down. He opened up his arms, and
     she snuggled into them, comfotably, relaxed.

     "Thank you, Wills."

     "No problem, Xander."

     A few hours later, and a few hundred channels surfed, Xander had
     noticed that Willow had fallen asleep. He also noticed how he had
     been unconciously playing with her hair. Man, she smells great.
     He sighed. He switched off the TV and turned off the light. The
     moonlight streamed through the window, and he gazed at her
     face. Suddenly, it seemed as though he could fall in love with her.
     "G-night, Will." he said and gently planted a kiss on her head.

     "Night." she said, obviously still sleeping. She still, having her
     eyes closed, kissed Xander on the lips. At first, Xander's eyes
     popped open at the wonderful feeling the kiss had washed over
     him. Slowly, he closed his eyes and let the kiss take place, kissing
     her back. She put her head back on his shoulder. What she didn't
     know was that her dream of almost all her life just came true.
     When she woke up, she would think of it as an awesome dream.

     All night, Xander thought, Should I tell her how I feel? What if she
     doesn't feel the same way? For hours his mind filled with all the
     other 'What if's'.

     Morning dawned, and he woke up a good hour before her. He just
     looked at her.

     Willow stirred, then asked, "Hey. How long have you been up? Do
     you feel any better?" rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

     "Much." he replied. He wasn't worried anymore about the 'What
     if's'.

     He gazed into her eyes and saw love. He knew it would be alright.
     He gently touched his hand to her face. He lifted her chin so her
     lips could meet his. The kiss was mindblowing. When they finally
     broke apart, Xander saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

     "Why are you crying?" he asked, wiping away the tear.

     "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment." she
     said.

     She didn't wait for him to ask, 'How long', instead she just kissed
     him again.

     "I love you, Will."

     "Me too." she said.

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