Chapter 12

It had been a couple months sense Willow had moved in with Angel and the
demon had attacked. Sense then, Willow had gotten more comfortable around LA
and the place and came and went as she pleased. Sometimes on occasions Willow
would help Angel on a case if it needed some kind of spell.

Willow was in the office with Angel. They were in his office and she was
seated across from him, his feet were on the desk and he was reading a book.
She threw her's down to her lap and looked up at him.

"Angel?"

"hmm?" He didn't even look up from his book.

"I'm bored."

"Uh-huh." He continued to not listen.

"I want to do something."

"And what would that be, Little Red?" She smiled for a second at the nickname
he had given her over the past months. But the smile faded as she realized he
*truely* wasn't paying attention to her.

"Umm ... lets see ... going to a club and finding a cute guy to screw my
brains out would be nice." Angel still didn't move.

"You go do that. Have fun." Willow's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't
expected *that* reply.

"Or maybe i"ll go find Spike. I bet he's a good screw." Angel's eyes shot up
from the book and his feet dropped from the desk as he looked over at her in
utter surprise. That had gotten him this time.

"You didn't just say what I think you just said."

"Thought you'd listen then." Angel relaxed and propped his feet back up. "You
know, that doesn't mean you can go back to ignoring me again." He put the
book down and looked over at her.

"I'm sorry." She tilted her head to the side, not believing him. "I am."

"And I believe you, why?"

"'Cause I'm a cute and sexy vampire that you're just itching to get your
hands on so you have to believe me?" It was more a statement than a question.

"Boy, and I thought Spike had an ego." She tried to deny the truth.

"What do you have in mind?" Angel asked, changing once again the conversation
from his illcharmed childe.

"I don't know. Club? Movies? Something. You brood *way* too much. It isn't
healthy."

"What's it gonna do kill me?" He grinned.

"Yes, actually."

"Explain."

"I'll put a stake through your heart if you don't stop." Angel threw his
hands to his chest in mock injury.

"Owe. You just threw the stake into my heart." She stared at him for a
moment, thinking of a comeback. They had learned to do this all the time now.
Cordy actually was starting to get irritated by the jokes Willow and Angel
flung at each other at times.

"Oh missed, no dust." She turned and went out of the office door to the main
room. Angel followed.

"Okay, you win. What do you want to do?"

"Take me out somewhere. Something fun." Angel thought a moment and his lips
curled into a smile.

"Okay." Willow looked at him surprised. "Go get changed, I'll take you
somewhere nice." Willow squealed and sprinted down the stairs to get ready.
Angel just laughed and shook his head. She was just a child sometimes, he
reminded himself, walking back into the office and swinging the door shut.
 

***

Angel pulled up in front of "Omallie's Pub" and turned off the engine. Willow
looked out the window and read the sign.

"Um, Angel?'

"Hmm?" Angel was looking through some papers that he threw into a briefcase
and closed up.

"A Pub?" She looked over at him, confused.

"You said you wanted to do something fun. Well, this is fun."

"Angel, it's a bar. I'm not even legally aloud to go into there."

"A- book girl, I'm upset that you don't know more about pubs. and B- what
they don't know won't kill them. Plus, to the Irish, eight is legal age."
Willow hid a smile. "Now, I'm gonna show you a good time.

Angel opened his door and got out, tossing the briefcase in the drunk as
Willow got out on her own. He took her hand in his and slid her arm through
his, starting to the door.
 

***

They had been there for about 2 hours. Willow was having a bast! Angel had
some trouble getting her out on the dance floor but after two Irish brews she
would have been dragging him onto the floor if it hadn't been his idea.

He'd taught her all the dances he could remember, and they both tried to try
some of the ones he didn't know that the other occupants of the pub were
doing.

Willow was doing the Irish jig, or attempting it, with Angel and he looked at
her. Her hair was wild as she moved, her cheeks flushed from the constant
dancing. Angel watched her move with him and she kept watch of her feet's
steps till she looked up. Their eyes locked and Angel smiled, causing
Willow's laughs to tame and her to quietly smile.

She was the one to break the eye contact and she started to slow. As she
started to slouch a bit, Angel caught her and helped her to stand strait.

"You okay?" he asked over the music.

"Yeah, Just... Out ... of breath." She gasped out. He helped her to their
table and sat her down.

"Hold on." He let go of her hand and left behind her as she watched him go by
glimpsing back a second. She gasped, catching her breath and went to grab her
brew when a hand shout out and stopped her from picking it up. She looked
over at the person and Angel shook his head.

"No." He handing her a glass of water. "Drink this." She took it from him and
gulped it down. "Maybe we should get going."

"But we just got here." Willow whined through drinks of water.

"About 5 hours ago. And I don't want to tan." Angel threw the tab on the
table and took Willow's hand, helping her to the car.
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Chapter 13

Willow and Angel were giggling as they came into his apartment. She stumbled
to kick her stubborn heels off her wobbly feet as Angel tried to steady her

"I think you need to get to bed." Angel helped her wobbly body to his room.

"I'm just giddy, Angel. I'm fine, I could stay awake for hours."

"You're also extremely drunk. I should have known better than to give you
those drinks." She laughed again and fell to the bed, pulling Angel with her.
He landed with a thud on the mattress next to her. Their eyes locked and
Willow's giggles secede, her smile still firmly planted on her face.

A lock of hair fell stray in her face and Angel lightly brushed the hair
behind her ear. His hand never left her cheek as her eyes fluttered open.
She'd closed them, letting the sensation overtake her at the soft touch.

Without much thinking, any thinking, Angel leaned over, capturing her lips in
a soft, tender kiss. His lips lightly lingered on her's till he slowly pulled
away.

"I'm sorry." Were his words to break the silence.

"For what?"

"I didn't want to kiss you."

"Then I'm sorry too."

"Why should you be sorry?"

"Because I didn't want you to regret it." Her eyes closed again and she
leaned in, touching her lips to his as softly as he'd done moments before.
Angel pulled away, braking the kiss.

"Willow. Maybe we shouldn't do this. You're not you right now. You might -- "
his words were cut off by a shush and her finger to his lips. She moved in
closer again, claiming him fully into a passionate kiss. Angel returned it
with furry, his hand snaking into her soft, firey hair.

He trailed the kiss to her jaw and over her pulse point, focusing there for a
while before moving to her shoulder.

Pulling away, Willow whimpered in protest and Angel placed his forehead
against her's. She brushed her nose against his and leaned in for another
light kiss.

Her fingers found Angel's shirt buttons. She sloppily removed them, her
fingers loosing grip on the buttons or them being stubborn on their own. She
grunted and growled in frustration and Angel chuckled, removing the last
button for her, his hands atop her's.

She removed her hands from his and started to trail wet kisses down over his
Adam's apple. Over the contours of his pecks and to his ABS, nibbling lightly
into the crevices of his chest form.

As soon as she was at his waist, her hands lingered on the waist band, her
eyes traveling up to meet his. He stared into her cute emerald eyes she had
used so many times to stare into him with and he used to loose himself in.
But that wasn't the only thing he saw there. No matter how much she denied
it, she still had that drunken gleam in her eyes.

She moved to continue and he stopped her. Pulling her up by her hands, he
laid her on the pillow. He went to get up and she grabbed his face at the
cheek and turned him towards her.

"Where are you going?"

"We can't do this."

"What?" She couldn't believe his words.

"Willow." He laid her gently on the pillows again. "If we do this, you're
gonna regret it."

"What?! Regret? No regret."

"Regret." He kissed her on the forehead and placed his head to her's. "You're
drunk Willow."

"No, I'm not!" She flashed her stern 'resolve face'. That's when Angel knew
he wasn't getting out of there. He laid her back against the mounds of
pillows and pulled her into a cradle next to him. He rubbed soft, tender
circles into her arms and back till when he looked down, she was soundly in
his arms, sleeping.

The last thoughts to rack his mind before he dosed to join her were, 'Little
Red, you have no idea how much self-control you take."

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Chapter 14

Willow shifted groggily in the bed. Her head shifted and the right side of it
hit the pillow and she groaned.

Angel walked into the room, a tray in his hands. Setting it on the side of
the bed, he lightly sat on the bed watching her till her eyes fluttered open
and she looked up.

The sight of a bare-chested Angel by her when she woke made her smile till
she tried to sit up. Angel stacked the pillows and took her arms lightly to
help her to sit up. She groaned and rubbed her eyes with her palms and Angel
had to smile.

"Good morning." He broke the silence.

"Mmm, I think that's an opinion." He had to chuckle again. That's when her
thoughts hit her. Bare-chested Angel by her side. "Oh Gods! We didn't ... you
know."

"No, Willow. We would have but I knew you really didn't want to." She thought
about that. No, she really did want to. She just would have done some daring
things under the influence. She placed her right hand to her temple, palm
flat against it.

"Here." he handed her a tall glass of water and dropped two aspirin in her
open hand. She threw the two pills to the back of her throat and took a sip
of water. "I thought you might want something to eat." He hinted to the tray.
"I wanted to toast the bread but you need to absorb as much alcohol as you
can so, plain.

Willow looked down at the tray and her eyes just stared at the tray. She
wasn't even really paying attention to what was on it. After a couple minutes
she snapped out of it.

"Sorry." She said sheepishly, looking up at him then back down. "Thank you."

"You okay?" She looked up at him surprised. "It's just, you seem distressed.
Like you have something on you're mind."

"Oh, that. I think it's just the hangover... It'll pass, promise."

"Are you sure?" He tilted her face up by the chin to look at him. "You know
I'm here to listen if you need someone."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sure. Thanks anyway Angel." She turned to the plate of
sliced fruit and started to pick at it as she ate.

"Well, I'll leave you alone." Angel went to get up and Willow held him back.

"Don't go." He looked at her confused. "I just don't want you to go." He sat
back down and curled up behind her, holding her as she ate.

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Chapter 15

A couple more weeks had passed sense the incident at the pub. Willow was
tired from last redemption mission, her eyes still hurting from the reading.
But that went along with her exhaustion from the location spell, the use of
her powers on helping Angel, and the tybo exercising she'd done the day
before all this started.

She was in front of the fridge and had just pulled out a bottle of water.
placing the bottle to her forehead, she let the cool liquid leave it's cold
sweat on her skin, cooling her. She took a big drink and closed it back up,
setting it back in the refrigerator. She turned and jumped in surprise.

"You know, you would think I'd be used to the stealth guy thing after living
with you for this many months, but I'm not." He cracked a smile and walked
into the room. "So what's up?"

"Cordy just called. There was some family emergency for her and she had to go
to Sunnydale. She'll be gone for a couple weeks."

"Oh my gosh, is everything okay?"

"I'm sure it is. She just said not to worry, she'd be back as soon as she
could. That and Welsey might have some family business of his own to take
care of in England, so he might also be going. He's worried about it though,
says he doesn't want to leave the office up attended."

"Did you explain I'm here?"

"Yes, that's why I almost have him assured of the okay to go and almost have
him on that plane."

"It'll probably be quiet anyway." She smiled and hit the table as she said,
"Knock on wood."

"Yeah." Angel slightly laughed at the comment. "So, heard anything about Marc
from Buffy?"

"Disappeared. After Tara and Riley died, there was maybe five more deaths
that seemed related but then it just seemed like he stopped."

"Possible no more witches?" She leaned against the fridge and thought about
it.

"Probably. Or he's looking for me." Angel came towards her, embracing in a
hug with her.

"I won't let him hurt you. Promise, over my dead body."

"Literally." Willow smiled into his chest as Angel chuckled. They both got
quiet and started to pull apart little by little. Willow looked up to meet
Angel's eyes and they locked, not able to look away from each other. Pulling
her up a bit, Angel brought her closer into a kiss. Their lips mingles
together, light but yet forceful.

As it continued and deepened, Willow's arms wrapped around Angel's neck and
she smiled into the kiss. Lightly Angel moved her back slowly into the fridge
till she was flush against it. His lips traveled down to her neck and She let
out a groan, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Willow felt a shock go through her and a flash of Angel kissing Buffy just
has he was her, flush against the same refrigerator, her legs around him
waist, and it was gone. Willow flashed back to the present and almost lost
her hold on Angel.

Her legs fell from around him and she wanted to pull away but he centered in
an area on her neck and she lost herself in the sensation. The kiss broke
from her neck and she started to return the kisses, pushing them from the
fridge. A wave of darkness hit her in a second as they moved and she grasped
the table for support only to have another flash come before her eyes, this
one of Angel on top of Buffy, on the table, cloths just being removed, then
back.

Willow pushed away, braking the contact all together. She breathed in heavy
breaths and looked down. After a second she looked up, eyes blazing, staring
at Angel.

"What?" Angel asked. "What is it?"
 

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