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Willow stood to the side of the ticket booth, watching Buffy pay for their tickets. She glanced around, not seeing any familiar faces in the small crowd of people entering and leaving the theater. She looked back at her girlfriend, wondering if everyone could see how much in love they were. She didn't see how they couldn't, since it was so obvious to her. A small smile crossed her face as Buffy impatiently stood behind a woman with six children, rolling her hazel eyes as the woman went back and forth trying to decide which movie to see. Patience was definitely not one of Buffy's virtues, nor was it one of her own. Finally, the slayer was purchasing their tickets, having insisted that she buy them for their first date. Those words again gave Willow a small rush of happiness.

"Finally," Buffy said with a smile as she joined Willow, shyly taking the redhead's hand as they entered the door to the theater. It was strange, in a way, holding her hand after months of having a secret relationship. Nice, she decided as she moved her fingers over Willow's palm.

"I want popcorn," Willow decided as she studied the menu of overpriced options. "And some candy. And a large soda."

"You're starting to get expensive, hon," Buffy said with a laugh as Willow smacked her arm.

"Hey," Willow hit Buffy then smiled serenely, "aren't the best things in life usually expensive?"

Buffy rolled her eyes as she questioned, "Best things? Quite the little ego you've got there, Red."

"You know that I'm the best thing that ever happened to you, Buffy Summers," Willow said, her tone playful but her eyes serious as they exchanged an emotional look in the crowded lobby of the movie theater.

"Will ever happen," Buffy amended as she resisted the urge to kiss her lover, instead licking her lips before facing the busy teen that waited for their order. "A large popcorn, two large cokes, and a box of chocolate covered raisins."

"You got me candy," Willow beamed as she rested her chin on Buffy's shoulder, her arm deliberately brushing ever so slowly against the slayer's breast as she reached for her soda and candy.

"Of course I did," Buffy said, giving in and placing a quick peck against the startled redhead's lips before handing over her twenty and getting hardly any change back. She got the popcorn and her soda as she and Willow moved to the ticket taker. Willow handed the man their tickets, shoving their halves into Buffy's pocket as they walked to their theater.

"I like to sit in the middle," Willow was saying not two minutes later as they stood at the first row of seats they reached after entering the dim theater.

"And I like to sit on the aisle," Buffy said, thankful that the place was rather empty. "Excuse me for having a survival instinct."

"This is silly," Willow decided, taking the second seat as she sat down. "We are so not having our first real argument over where to sit at the darn movies." She glanced at her lover, seeing the slight gleam of triumph in her hazel eyes and glaring, "And you did not win, slayer, so get that look out of your eyes. It was never a fight, so there was nothing to win."

"Sure thing, honey," Buffy said with a smile as she put her soda in the holder and sat back to get comfortable. With a playful she smiled, she leaned over and whispered, "For all the money this date is costing me, I'd better get lucky tonight."

"If you keep talking like some sex crazed teen age boy, you'll be going home with only your hand for company," Willow said sharply, still a bit irritated that they weren't sitting in the middle of the row.

"This hand?" Buffy asked, holding up her left hand as if she were studying it. She could sense that Willow was ticked, and knew well enough to nip that in the bud before it could stew and become a real problem. She, like Willow, had no intention for their first big fight to be over seating at a movie. Of course, they did enjoy their small fights, which always ended with the making up part that she so loved. She wriggled her fingers as she said, "It's a good hand, actually. Long fingers, short nails, soft with only a few left over marks from slaying."

"Buffy, what are you doing?" Willow asked, her anger fading as she found herself waiting for Buffy's point.

Buffy smiled as she moved her left hand down, picking up Willow's right hand. She held that one, her fingers tracing over the flesh as she said, "But, personally, I'd much rather have this hand coming home with me. So soft and warm and smooth. Not all banged up like mine. No splinter marks or scabs from beating demons into a bloody pulp. Just perfect."

"I like your hands," Willow whispered softly, her eyes on their joined hands.

"We can move to the middle, if it makes you happy," Buffy said quietly, her eyes also on their hands.

"Being beside you makes me happy," Willow confessed with a small smile, "it doesn't matter where we sit. I was just overreacting, being silly."

"The movie must be about to start," Buffy said as the lights were lowered. She smiled as she sat back in the chair, watching as the previews began, her hand still holding Willow's.