Angel knocked on Cordelia's door again, his growing anger making the knocks more aggressive. He frowned as he listened at the door. Silence. He searched his pockets for his keys, finding the one for Cordelia's apartment easily. He slid it into the lock, opening the door to a dark room. He walked inside, shutting the door and flipping on the switch. Everything was neat and tidy, something that surprised him. Cordelia was not the world's best housekeeper, often leaving things a mess. Yet, her entire apartment was straight and orderly, as if she had spent hours cleaning. OK, now he was worried. Something was obviously wrong.  

"Cordelia?" he called out, knowing that she wasn't there. He didn't hear her heartbeat, though her scent was covering everything. He moved towards her bedroom, walking in and flipping the light on. It, too, was neater than usual. The bed was made, no clothes left laying on the floor. His dark eyes did a sweep, catching on the slightly open closet door. He looked around then laughed, wondering who he was afraid would see him. He went to the closet, opening it, his laughter fading. Empty hangers met his eyes. True, the entire closet was empty, but several hangers in the center stood alone. He glanced at the shelf on top and saw that her suitcase was gone. The little brat had left without calling. No, she had taken the time to call Wesley and Gunn, just not him.  

"God damn it, Cordelia, when I find you...." he let his threat fade as he tried to understand why he was so angry. She was just his secretary. It was her weekend, she could leave if she wanted too. True, she had obviously decided to take a day off work without letting him know, but it wasn't like it was a real job. He growled when he realized that he was the only one she didn't call. Hell, if she had been able to stand Kate, she'd have probably been called. Why not him? What was wrong with him? Why did he not register on Cordelia Chase's radar of notification?  

He moved to sit on her bed, his eyes looking around, searching for any idea of where she might have gone. She didn't have any friends that he knew of, not around LA. She had packed, so she obviously intended to be gone awhile. "Where the hell are you?"  

He slowly started to smile when he saw her tube of lipstick rise from her dresser. He watched as it moved across her mirror, writing out an answer to his question. It was a picture of a house.  

"Home," he read with a puzzled look. "This is here home. She isn't here." He watched as the lipstick moved again, drawing a shape. He sighed when he realized what Dennis was trying to tell him without actually telling him. "Willow. She went to Willow. She's in Sunnydale."  

He watched as the lipstick moved again, this time writing the word Bingo. He shook his head as he stood up. "Well, guess I'm headed to Sunnydale. Need to remind Cordelia just who the boss really is. Thanks, Dennis."

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GET OVER IT (7/?)  

"Where's Red?"  

"Hello to you too, Spike," Buffy said, looking up from her cards to stare at the blonde vampire.  

Spike rolled his eyes, "Where's Red?"  

"Having naughty fun with some old girlfriend," Dawn said as she placed her cards on the table. "Ouch!"  

Buffy smiled as Dawn rubbed her leg, "She has an old friend visiting."  

"But Buffy told her to have fun and be naughty!" Dawn said, sticking her tongue out at her sister.  

"What?" Spike said, almost snarling.  

"Spike, cut the dramatics. She isn't here to witness them," Buffy said with a snort.  

"Yeah," Dawn echoed, smiling at the handsome blonde. "You know, I think it's so cute that you have a crush on her. I mean, Willow is fantastic."  

"I do not have a crush," he hissed, glaring at the young girl. "And especially not on her."  

"Sure you don't," Buffy said in a teasing voice. "That's why you're trying to make her think you like me, in hopes that she'll be soooo jealous she pounces on you and rips your clothes off. You know what, I just now realized that you're using me. You're playing with affections, making me think you care for me, all in an attempt to lure my best friend to bed. I should be pissed off or at the least bit upset."  

"I have not been trying to make her think anything, much less that I like you. That's a laugh," Spike said, shifting in place at the truth of their remarks.  

"That's why the first thing out of your mouth was where's Red, right?" Dawn asked, "Because you don't care about her and didn't throw a huge party when she dumped Tara?"  

"One of these days, I'm gonna skin you alive, brat," Spike warned, frowning at the Summers women.  

"Don't threaten my little sister," Buffy said, throwing a chip at him. "That's my job."  

"You know, you're probably already too late," Dawn said in a serious voice. "You didn't make a move over the last THREE months when she's been practically single. Now, she's getting all naughty with some old girlfriend. Poor Spikey."  

"Annoying little wench," he said, cursing under his breath. "You're both just playing. There is no way that my Red is getting naughty with anyone but me."  

"I don't know, Spike. She seemed awfully excited to be having a visitor," Buffy warned with a smile. If anyone had told her that one day she'd be assisting a former enemy in wooing her friend, she'd have laughed herself silly. That had been before Spike had come to her nearly a month ago and confessed his attraction to Willow and asked for her help. Well, you could have knocked her on her ass at his confession and she'd refused at first. Then, she'd thought about it and watched Willow around him and realized that her friend felt the same way. She'd enlisted Dawn's help and they'd been trying for nearly a month to get their friends together. Willow seemed entirely oblivious to their efforts.  

"Who is it?" he demanded, wanting to know who had caused so much excitement in his Red.  

"Cordelia," Buffy said.  

"The cheerleader?" he snorted, "And here I thought it was someone threatening. She hated that little bitch. No way in hell she's getting naughty with that uptight priss."  

"Well, I don't know, but Dawn and I are going out of town for the weekend so you're on your own, Romeo. Good luck," Buffy said, moving to stand. "You ready for patrol?"  

"Why not? Don't have anything else to do," Spike said, frowning.  

"Can I come?" Dawn asked, looking at her sister.  

"Sure, why not," Buffy relented. "Let's go."

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GET OVER IT (8/?)  

"He slept with Darla?" Willow repeated in a whisper.  

Cordelia nodded, "Yep. Fucked her something good, I'd wager."  

"I'm so sorry," Willow said, moving from her chair to sit beside Cordelia.  

"Not that bad," Cordelia said, smiling. "I mean, it's not like he knows I exist anyway."  

"You're too good for him," Willow decided. "If he's sticking it to that nasty old bitch, he doesn't deserve you."  

"He probably doesn't. Spike doesn't deserve you either," Cordelia said. "I mean, how could he want Buffy over you?"  

"I know he doesn't deserve me, but I still love him," Willow said, sighing as she sat back on the couch. "Stupid, isn't it?"  

"Not as stupid as me wanting Angel," Cordelia said, laughing softly. "What a pair we make."  

"That's it. This is the only time that we're talking about either of them all weekend," Willow decided. "Push them out of your head."  

"Easier said than done, but I'm game," Cordelia said, smiling at the pretty redhead. "So, what do we do now?"  

"Hmm....I don't know," Willow said. "Sit here and relax?"  

"Yeah, sure," Cordelia said, wondering how she was supposed to relax with Willow's leg touching hers. Also, the thin white tank top the redhead was wearing was molding pert breasts and showing the hint of a rosy nipple underneath. It was taking of all her efforts to keep her attention off of Willow's breasts. Then there were those legs. Long and nicely shaped, Cordelia got tingles imagining them tightening around her body as she did things to Willow with her hands and mouth that made the redhead ask Spike who.  

"Delia, can I ask you something?" Willow asked softly, licking her lips as her eyes moved over Cordelia's long tan legs.  

"Anything," Cordelia said, tearing her mind from the forbidden fantasies and looking into Willow's green eyes.  

"Have you ever..um...well," Willow's face started to turn red as she realized that it was easier to say she was going to seduce someone than it was to actually do it.  

"What?" Cordelia asked, moving her position until she faced the redhead.  

"Have you ever thought about kissing girls?" Willow finally managed to ask, her eyes wide as she waited.

"Um...well," Cordelia suddenly found the back of the couch interesting as she played with a stray thread. "Not really."  

"Oh," Willow said, disappointed more than she wanted to examine. It had been nearly three hours since Cordelia had arrived. They had easily slid into conversation and were soon acting as if they had never been separated for years. Willow had made some deliberate movements, a few comments dropped, and Cordelia had been receptive to them, or so Willow had imagined. For awhile, it had been almost as if they had flirting with each other. Now, it seemed she was wrong. "Sorry..."  

"No, I mean," Cordelia gulped before taking a deep breath. "I've thought about kissing a certain girl, but not just girls in general."  

"Oh," Willow said, her eyes meeting uncertain dark eyes that were watching her with curiosity mixed with desire. She tried to keep the excitement from her voice as she asked, "Really? Who?"  

Cordelia smiled sheepishly as she whispered, "You."

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GET OVER IT (9/?)  

Willow smiled slowly at Cordelia's words, feeling a rush of confidence as the brunette beauty looked at her with such deep emotions. "You want to kiss me?"  

Cordelia laughed softly, "Oh yeah. More than just about anything at the moment."  

Willow felt pleasure at Cordelia's honesty, saying, "You've never kissed another girl, have you?"  

"No," Cordelia said quietly.  

"I get to be your first then," Willow said with a satisfied smile, rather liking the idea of being Cordelia's first female lover. Oh, she knew they were talking about a kiss, but there was no doubt in her mind that once they started, they wouldn't be stopping. There was a huge attraction between them. She had always had a bit of a crush of Cordelia, but never given it any thought. Now, well, she couldn't ignore it any longer. Cordelia wanted her.  

"My only," Cordelia whispered softly, her dark eyes moving over Willow's lips. She felt a tingle in her stomach as Willow's tongue ran over her lips, wetting them, green eyes watching her with lust.  

"Remember that, Delia," Willow said, getting off on the control that she was being given. With Tara, the other girl had been the experienced one. Now, Willow was being the teacher. "You're mine if we do this."  

"I think I'm yours even if we don't," Cordelia said softly, having felt more at peace with Willow that night than she had in years. It felt right, being with the redhead. She felt nearly complete. It seemed that when she had been battling her love and lust for Angel, somewhere along the way after dozens upon dozens of e-mails, she had started to fall in love with Willow too. Did that make her a bad person? To love two people at the same time? Both with such intense, deep emotions? She knew that Willow was in love with Spike, yet those green eyes were looking at her with love. Could Willow care about her the same way she cared about Willow?  

"Yeah, there is something happening here isn't there?" Willow asked, smiling sheepishly. "I've felt it since I saw you on the porch tonight. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss you and take you to my bed and just hold you. Does that sound silly?"  

Cordelia gulped, shaking her head, "Not silly....nice. I wanted that too. I'm just scared. I mean, I've never felt like this before for another woman. OK, so maybe I had a bit of a crush on you in high school. Trust me when I say that I never would have actually considered making a move. Not back then. Now, well, I can't seem to think of anything else. I haven't even really thought about Angel since I got here."  

"Me either," Willow said, pleased at Cordelia's admission to liking her back in high school. "Thought about Spike that is. I do love him though. Whatever is happening between us hasn't changed that. I just really want to be with you too."  

"Yeah, I understand that. I still love Angel," Cordelia said. "You know what. I think we're thinking too much about this! So we have this attraction that has been building since high school. So I might have started to fall for you over the last year and a half. Why spend all this time talking about it? Nothing is going to change it."  

Willow smiled, "You've been falling for me?"  

Cordelia felt a faint blush cross her cheeks as she nodded, "Yeah, kinda."  

"Cordelia," Willow said in a teasing voice as she stood and moved towards the brunette.  

"What?" Cordelia asked, looking up into green eyes that promised all sorts of wicked things that caused her entire body to heat up.  

Willow kneeled in front of Cordelia, her hand covering her old enemies as she looked up and said, "Kiss me."

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GET OVER IT (10/?)  

Cordelia smiled as she leaned forward, drawn to Willow by a force she didn't understand. Their lips brushed together softly, once then twice. The third time, Cordelia deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth, her tongue prying at Willow's lips. The redhead's tongue met hers. Cordelia felt as if she were on fire, her entire body tense. She moved against Willow, feeling the smaller girl's breasts brushing against her own. So warm, she thought, her hand moving behind Willow's back. She felt Willow's teeth scrape against her lips, a jolt spreading along her nerve endings to settle between her legs.  

Willow used her tongue to tease Delia, her right hand moving along the other girl's ribcage up to caress her full breast. She heard a gasp as Cordelia strained forward, the brunette's nipples pebbles against her palm. Too many clothes, she thought to herself as she continued to make love to Cordelia's mouth. Kissing Cordelia felt right. She had loved both Oz and Tara, but she had never felt this intense of a reaction to either of them. It was taking all of her control not to push Cordelia against the couch, spread those glorious thighs and fuck the girl silly. She had never felt this need before. As if she was going to explode if she wasn't touching her partner. Had this attraction always been there and she'd just ignored it? She didn't think she could have been that blind. Sure, there had always been a bit of an attraction, but it had never been like this.  

Cordelia was going to kill her. That was all there was to it. She was going to put her hands around Willow's slender neck and squeeze. And she knew that any judge in the world would see that it was justifiable homicide. Or would self defense be the right word? She'd have to pay Lindsey a visit when she returned to LA, ask for his advice. All thoughts of the obnoxious lawyer left her mind as Willow's fingers twisted her nipple. She cursed Willow as the redhead chuckled softly, her hand dropping as her tongue went back to teasing. Yep, justifiable indeed, Cordelia decided as she moved her hands along Willow's back.  

Willow pulled back, her green eyes lit with mischievousness and lust, "Was it good for you?"  

"You brat," Cordelia said, a husky laugh following her words. "That was some kiss."  

"You're so beautiful," Willow said softly, a smile on her face.  

"That's my line," Cordelia said, a slight blush crossing her cheeks.  

"You act as if you've never heard that before," Willow said, laughing.  

"You've never said it before," Cordelia whispered.  

"Delia," Willow smiled, moving her hand along the other girl's thigh.  

"Yes, Willow?" Cordelia asked, squeezing her legs together and catching Willow's hand between them.  

Willow laughed, "I think we have too many clothes on."  

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