Only for you Tinkerbell

"Willow" "Not now Bones" "Willow, look at me," Lothaire grabbed her arm, turned, and stared down at her. "I said not now Bones. We can discuss your caveman tendencies later when I can process what happened without boiling with rage. Now, let me concentrate on making this guy sing," Willow said to his chest, still not meeting his eyes. Lothaire frowned, not liking the fact that she is not meeting his eyes. He touched her chin tentatively with his right hand and raised her face until she met his eyes. After looking into her troubled eyes for few minutes, he nodded and said, "We will talk later" "Ya ya... sure," when hell freezes over, Willow muttered, moving her chin and releasing herself from his hold. She is still shocked at how easily he came down and swooped his neck as if he was snapping a twig. She should be scared. She is. At the same time, she can't help but feel hot and bothered. Willow turned