Glamours

Climactic Events Part One

Willow came to herself slowly, her limbs slowly gaining life and her body, energy. "˜Who am I kidding? I'm exhausted,' she thought to herself drawing a deep breath and smelling something more than her usual self. Frowning, she sniffed the air. It smelled"¦.male. Strong arms held her tight against a decidedly male chest.

Suddenly, her mattress moved and she remembered. Emerald green eyes and a tousled head of black hair greeted her. Harry. She sighed.

"Hi," he murmured quietly, looking guilty.

"Hi," she smiled and then frowned as she saw the guilty look. "What?"

"I'm sorry."

With a groan of exasperation, she sat up, extricating herself from his arms. "Would you stop that? It's not your fault. Well it is your fault but you didn't know about my past so I really can't blame you much can I? Besides, I was as bad as you were so that would make me as much of the blame as you now wouldn't it?"

Harry just looked stunned.

"What!?" she cried.

"How do you find time to breathe?" he asked, a smirk gathering on his face, causing the dimples that Willow thought made him look like a little boy to appear.

"What, you mean, in the middle of the babbling?"

Harry nodded affirmatively.

Willow just shrugged. "You get used to it," frowning, she looked at her clock. "Oh shit! It's 4 in the morning and I have a class"¦."

Harry interrupted her with a laugh. "Tomorrow's Saturday Luc..er Will.. oh..what do I call you now by the way?"

Willow frowned sadly, the tension leaving her bones as she realized that tomorrow was a day to sleep in before it gathered again as she realized she had to come up with a solution to Harry's last question. "Lucy. You still have to call me Lucy, Harry. Willow Rosenberg is dead." She got up from the bed and excused herself, walking quickly into the bathroom and closing the door.

Harry cursed his bad timing. It was no wonder he hadn't had a date in months. He always had his foot in his mouth. "Will..Lucy I'm sorry," he said, as she came out and sat back down on the bed next to her. "I shouldn't have"¦"

"Shouldn't have what? Asked a question? It's allowed Harry"¦" she laughed bitterly.

"I know but I just shouldn't have. You're hurting enoas ias it is. You don't need me adding more hurt to the pile."

Willow raised an eyebrow before bursting into laughter at his comment.

Harry looked at her as if she was going crazy. "Are you okay?"

"Mm-hm," She chuckled, coming down from her hysterics. "It's just, we spent how many weeks wanting to kill each other and now look at us. You went from "˜she's evil and dark and scary' to "˜I'm so sorry for not knowing the pain you were going through.' And I"¦." She trailed.
.

"You"¦." Harry teased.

"I went from hating the fact that you made me feel so helpless to"¦."

"To..?" he fished.

"To wanting to kiss you so bad it hurts," she whispered. Harry leaned closer, his eyes that had briefly been filled with shock, filling with a more"¦sensual light"¦.

"You already did that," he said softly and dropped a kiss on her neck.

"Did what?" Willow moaned at the contact. It had been so long since someone had kissed her there. Truth be told, she had something of a neck fetish, something Angel and Spike hadn't stopped teasing her about since she had blurted it out during an extremely explicit-and drunken- version of truth or dare.

"Kissed me."

Her hands dropped onto his shoulders, caressing the muscles there before moving down to his chest. Harry moved his lips from her neck to her eyebrows, dropping butterfly kisses softly onto them before moving to her cheeks, and then her collarbone"¦. "Harry what are we doing?"

"I don't know," he murmured, continuing his very welcome actions.

"This will change everything you know," she said, letting out another moan as his hand stroked the side of her breast.

"Thank God," he chuckled. "I don't know how more thorn bushes I could stand being dropped into." "˜Besides, this is a lot better than fighting,' Harry thought to himself. "˜A LOT.'

Willow tried desperately to separate her mind from her now tingling body. This was so fast"¦and dangerous if yontednted to get right down to it. A relationship between the two most dangerous threats to Voldemort"¦.he would be stupid to not try to kill them both this second. But he didn't know that Lucy Emerson was Willow Rosenberg yet. He didn't know that Harry was learning Wandless magic and he didn't know that Willow was seriously considering entering into some form of relationship with the Boy-Who-Lived and leaving her sexual dry spell by the wayside.

"˜He knows me now. He knows what I've done and he still wants to do this with me,' Willow thought. A niggling voice inside her head started to spout some ethical nonsense about men doing anything to get into women's pants- even apologizing for calling you evil. Willow quickly squashed it. "˜Does it count if you WANT them in your pants?' she thought, and her inner child giggled naughtily.

She took a hand and forced Harry's face up to look her in the eye. "If we do this, you have to know that it doesn't have to be a relationship. Its just sex and I don't want you to feel obligated to give me anything more."

Harry stared at the woman that had just spoken every bachelor's dream phrase. "˜What if I WANT more than that?' he thought. Harry had had feelings-grudgingly stubborn and strong feelings-for Lucy since that first night when he had picked a fight with the dark witch. But he wasn't about to share said feelings with her now. If she only wanted sex, he could happily give it to her. Everything else would hopefully come with time. He leaned down and gave her a searing kiss. "I think we're wearing too many clothes."