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The sound of Mono filled the room, the CD on repeat as the pretty redhead moved around the room. A t-shirt was tossed to the bed, a pair of blue jeans following. Willow stepped into the dress, pulling it up then zipping the back. She looked in the mirror, a smile on her face as she twisted to check out her dress. She tugged at the bottom, wondering if she were really brave enough to wear something so short. It made her legs look long, she decided, made her breasts look bigger. Not bad, she decided. The dress was a pale green silk, tight around her bust and loose around her legs. It was definitely a date dress. Her smile widened as she realized that it was indeed for a date. Her date. Her first date with Buffy.

Willow glanced at her arm, seeing the small bruise that had been caused from days of pinching. It seemed that not a day had gone by since she and Buffy had moved their relationship to a different level that she hadn't had to pinch to convince herself that it wasn't merely a dream. Each time she felt the twinge of pain and would always smile as she was reminded that this was real. Buffy loved her. Her best friend of the past two years, beautiful, smart, witty, sexy Buffy was in love with her. She moved away from the mirror, going into the bathroom. She began to brush her hair as she got ready for her date. Buffy had phoned her half an hour before, telling her that she would be over in an hour.

Willow had finished her homework quickly, wanting to take her time in getting ready. This was an important night for her. Not only was it her first real public date with Buffy, but, afterward, they would be telling Joyce about their relationship. She was more nervous about Joyce's reaction than anyone else. She was pretty sure that Xander would accept it with jealousy and happiness. He had been her best friend for so long that she hoped that he'd accept it because she was happy and in love. Cordelia couldn't care less who she was involved with, so she really wasn't a problem either. Giles was another nerve inducing one, though. He was like a father to her, Joyce like a mother. If either of them couldn't accept it, she didn't know what they'd do. Their relationship was still so new, so fresh that she was scared of how she and Buffy would react to their 'parents' reaction.

She pushed her doubts and worries out of her mind, knowing that there was no point in being afraid of the unknown. She loved Buffy. Actually, her feelings went beyond love. She was head over heels smitten with the slayer. Everything that Buffy said and did made Willow smile. When they were apart, she missed her. Being with Buffy made her happy. A warm feeling would spread over her, and she'd find herself smiling for no reason. Being around her friends was tough, though. It was growing increasingly more difficult to conceal her attraction and love for Buffy. She was so tired of keeping it quiet when all she really wanted to do was tell everyone she met how much she loved Buffy.

She was also tired of the lies. She knew that they were only little white lies meant to conceal the nature of their relationship. But, little white lies could grow into big nasty lies. It had been her idea to finally tell their friends the truth. In the beginning, they had kept it a secret so that they could have the privacy they needed to explore the new turn their friendship had taken. They had wanted to know that it was really love that existed between them before anyone knew. After the first month, they had recognized the depth of their love, knowing that, corny as it sounded, fate had brought them together. She knew they should have come clean after they knew that it was real, that it was forever. They'd been selfish, wanting more time to just enjoy each other without worrying what everyone would think or say. Angel knew, was very supportive and had proved to be a better friend than she ever would have guessed. Faith knew, though they hadn't confirmed it to the brash slayer. Faith was smarter than she appeared, Willow had learned over the last couple of months. She was going to make a damn good slayer with the right discipline. Willow had watched the girl blossom over the last months of patrols and research sessions and hanging out. Maybe all she'd needed were friends. Either way, she'd seen what the others hadn't.

Tomorrow, though, they'd all know. Willow applied a light amount of make up, knowing that Buffy couldn't care less if she used cosmetics. She slid on her sandals, taking another look in the mirror. She looked pretty, she decided. Buffy would often tell her that she was beautiful, causing her to blush, but over the weeks she had begun to view herself as her lover did. She would think of her small breasts and remember how easily they fit into Buffy's hand. She'd think of the freckles that were spread over her body and she'd think of how Buffy had kissed each and every one. Buffy loved her how she was, everything. The good and the bad. She couldn't even describe how wonderful that felt, the unconditional love that they had both found. She heard her doorbell ring and smiled, picking up a sweater before she turned off her light and headed downstairs to greet her lover. She didn't want to keep Buffy waiting for their first date.