TITLE: Make Me Happy
AUTHOR: Karen U
E-MAIL: ksu2@juno.com
RATING: G
SPOILERS: several months after A New Man
CATEGORY: Willow/Graham
FEEDBACK: Please
SUMMARY: Willow thinks about Graham
DISTRIBUTION: W/Gr, Graham_Crackers, Charity
DISCLAIMER: All charaters belong to the wB, Joss Whedon, and Fox; the song 'Symphony' is written and performed by Jessica Riddle
NOTES: { indicates song lyrics }
MORE NOTES: This song would not leave me alone, so I had to use it in a fic in hopes that it would go away


Willow was giddy.

{ I have a foot to wrestle
Under the table And he will keep my toes warm Late at night }

It wasn’t exactly the most flattering way to have one’s emotions described, but it was the truth. She was pretty sure she was grinning like an idiot, too. And it was all because of him.

Graham Miller.

Wasn’t that such a nice name?

It just sounded... perfect.

{ And I have a leg to pretzel
While we’re watching cable And he will wrap Around me tight }

Willow shook her head, laughing softly at her mind’s wanderings. She sounded like a lovestruck sixth grader.

She felt like a lovestruck sixth grader.

And really, if she thought about it, it was all Buffy and Riley’s fault.

{ I have a sexy stomach
To run my fingers along And he’ll take his off his shirt And drive me wild }

The couple had decided that Willow and Graham would be absolutely perfect for each other, then had seen to it that their unsuspecting friends kept getting thrown together. After several ‘accidental’ meetings they had figured it out, and Graham had come to Willow’s dorm room one day to discuss it. And that was when the really unexpected had happened.

Graham had asked her out.

{ I have an arm to hold me
And he’s so strong And he will flex it With a smile }

It had been a bit of a surprise, to say the least. A guy that looked like Graham Miller interested in mousy little Willow Rosenberg? Not very likely. Yet he was. Even though he could have just about anyone he wanted, he was with her.

{ You make me happy
When I feel too much And when my hands are cold You warm them up }

He was so much more than just a pretty face, too. He was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that... those amazing eyes, that fabulous body... She didn’t think she’d ever seen a guy with a better body. But there was so much more to him that. Graham was smart, and funny, and kind, and... he loved her.

{ And I’m not worried
When you’re not around And I hear symphonies Without a sound }

He loved her.

Admittedly, there were times when it was difficult to wrap her mind around that idea. It just seemed so odd to her, that someone like Graham would fall for her.

Buffy told her that she was being silly, that Graham was lucky to have her. The Slayer swore up and down that the only reason Willow was so unsure of herself was because Oz was a butthead. Then she’d offered to go hunt him down and do terrible things to the werewolf... Anya had suggested liquefying his entrails, but Willow had politely declined. She didn’t need to exact revenge on her ex-boyfriend. She had moved on.

To Graham.

{ I have two lips to tell me
That I’m loved And he will kiss me till I can’t move at all }

She loved being with him. He was so gentle, and so patient. He knew about Oz, and he understood her nervousness about losing her heart again. He was so wonderful to her... sometimes she felt she didn’t deserve him. She’d told him that once, and he had laughed and said she had it backwards, that he was the one who didn’t deserve her.

And then he had kissed her.

{ I have two eyes to melt me
I can’t get enough And he makes me Want to fall }

She loved the way he did that, how he would do things when she would least expect it. The way he would just come up and hug her, or kiss her, for no reason at all. He brought her flowers and took her on picnics... and oh, she was falling for him.

Hard.

{ You make me happy
When I feel too much And when my hands are cold You warm them up }

Willow had never been so happy. Even Giles noticed it, commenting about how she seemed to be walking on air these past couple of months. And Anya... well, Anya wasn’t one for euphemisms, so she’d been pretty blunt. This was one time Willow didn’t mind it, though. She was too far gone to care.

{ And I’m not worried
When you’re not around And I hear symphonies Yeah, I hear symphonies... }

It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, she had been moping around as though her life was ending. Willow snorted at the thought. Oz... her life? Not exactly. A part of her life, sure, but she was past that now. She may still care about him, and his leaving had left some scars, but she no longer loved him anymore.

No, she loved someone else now.

{ I love you
I love you }

She hadn’t told him that yet. Graham had told her that he loved her, that he couldn’t hold the words back once he felt them. He had also told her that he didn’t want her to feel as if she had to give the words back to him right then. He wanted her to be sure; he wanted the words to mean something when she said them. He told her that if she waited until she ready to say them, they would mean all the more when she finally gave them to him. So she had waited, biding her time and biting her tongue.

And now she was ready.

{You make me happy
When I feel too much And when my hands are cold You warm them up }

She was ready to tell him she loved him; she was ready to mean it when she said it. Willow wanted Graham to know what was in her heart, and she could hardly wait to speak the words. And she was going to.

Tonight.

{ And I’m not worried
When you’re not around And I hear symphonies And I hear symphonies... }

Willow glanced at the clock by her bed, annoyed when she realized she still had five hours to go before Graham was supposed to pick her up. She was too keyed up, too on edge. She felt like she’d been waiting forever to tell him that she loved him... But if she’d waited this long, surely she could wait a few more hours, right?

Wrong.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, Willow pushed herself off the bed and headed for the door. She’d already made Graham wait long enough to hear her say those words; she wasn’t going to make him wait any longer.

{ Yeah I hear symphonies
Without a sound... }

She was telling him now.


The End