Characters: Willow, Angel
Genres: Romance
Rating: PG
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"Angel! Are you listening?" Willow’s lips curled into a pretty pout, her hand reaching over the swat Angel’s leg.
Angel’s head rolled along the back edge of the couch, his eyes tightly shut. "Of course dear, my ears are wide open. I heard every word."
Willow placed her hands on her hips, eyeing Angel dubiously. "So what did I just say then."
Angel’s eyes flew open, his mind racing over the wide array of topics they’d been discussing all afternoon. Grinning triumphantly, Angel declared "The band."
Willow looked taken aback at his having answered correctly. Angel continued to smile smugly, which caused Willow’s temper to flare. "Lucky guess smart aleck. I know you were sleeping," she muttered, turning back to the pile of CDs encircling her. "This is serious Angel, if we don’t decide on a song then how can we have our first dance. The whole thing will be ruined."
Angel slid off his seat on the couch so that he was now sitting behind Willow, her petite frame engulfed between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in her delicate neck. Nibbling at the sensitive skin right below her ear, he whispered, "I can think of better ways to spend a Saturday afternoon sweetie."
Willow leaned back against the solidness of his chest, her head lolling back to grant him easier access to her throat. Whimpering, Willow tried to get her resolve back. "Angel, no, we need to do this now." She gasped as his teeth grasped on to her lobe. "Oh God, you are way too good at this."
Angel grinned seductively, "At what, nibbling on your ear or distracting you?"
Willow couldn’t help but smile "Both."
Tilting her chin so her head was facing his, Angel captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. His hands rubbed tiny circles down the small of her back before slowly creeping underneath her shirt to caress the warm skin of her back. Daringly, his fingers slide beneath the waistband of her jeans.
Willow pulled away, her resolve face quickly sliding into place. "No, we’ll have none of that until we’ve picked a song, and that’s that." Angel fell back against the couch muttering, "Damn, I was this close."
Willow reached for a stack of CDs she had set at her side, away from the massive ocean of discs in front of her. "These are my top picks. Now, I’ll play you a section of each song and you let me know which one you like best and then that can be our song."
Angel growled out of habit though he wasn’t really being disagreeable. He knew he was beat. "All right, let’s get this over with."
Willow remained seated between Angel’s legs as she bent her body forward to reach the stereo. Angel’s eyes roamed appreciatively over her shapely behind, and he couldn’t help but groan as it pressed against his pelvis. "You’re killing me honey."
Willow ignored him. "First up we have Billy Joel’s ‘The Longest Time.’"
Pressing play, Willow leaned back against Angel’s chest, looking up
to see his reaction to the song.
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
If you said goodbye to me tonight
There would still be music left to write
What else could I do
I'm so inspired by you
That hasn't happened for the longest time
Once I thought my innocence was gone
Now I know that happiness goes on
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven't been there for the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest
I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall
And the greatest miracle of all
Is how I need you
And how you needed me too
That hasn't happened for the longest time
Maybe this won't last very long
But you feel so right
And I could be wrong
Maybe I've been hoping too hard
But I've gone this far
And it's more than I hoped for
Who knows how much further we'll go on
Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone
I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is
I haven't been there for the longest time
Willow reached over and turned the CD off, smiling sheepishly at Angel.
"Okay, enough of that one. I hope you like it cause it used to be my favorite when I was a kid."
Angel placed a soft butterfly kiss on the back of Willow’s neck, "I
see why you love it, it’s really quite beautiful. Let’s go with that one."
Willow smiled sweetly, "Nice try, but I want you to hear the other choices
first before we choose." Willow thumbed through her choices, finally settling
on one from Bush. "All right, this one’s called Mouth."
You gave me this
Made me give
Your silver grin
Still sticking it in
You have soul machine
Soul machine
The longest kiss
Peeling furniture days
Drift madly to you
Pollute my heart drain
You have broken in me
Broken me
All your mental armor drags me down
Nothing hurts like your
Mouth,
Mouth,
Mouth
You loaded smiles
Pretty just desserts
Wish it all for you
So much it never hurts
You have a soul machine
Stolen me
All your mental armor drags me down
We can't berth when you come around
All your mental armor drags me down
Nothing hurts like your
Mouth,
Mouth,
Mouth,
"So, what do you think?"
"Willow, you know I love every song you pick so why are you asking me. You should just go ahead and decide."
Willow’s mouth began to tremble, her eyes wet and shining. "Because, this is supposed to be our song, I can’t just decide it without you, that defeats the whole purpose of it being ours." Willow wiped absently at her tears with the back of her hand. "I just want our wedding to be perfect. I’ve been dreaming of my wedding since I was 6 years old."
Angel pulled Willow into his arms, his lips kissing away the tears from her eyelids and cheeks. "God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be so insensitive about it. I know how much this wedding means to you, which is why I agreed to it. I could never deny you anything. I promise to choose seriously. Now, how many more songs have you chosen?"
Sniffling, Willow held up the last CD in her hands. "Just this one from The Sundaes. Wild Horses. It’s my favorite song ever."
Angel gently pried the CD from Willow’s fingers. Still keeping her against his chest, he reached over to slip the CD into the stereo. "Somehow I get the feeling this song could be the one." Leaning back, Angel wrapped his arms around Willow and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her body against his, the steady beat of her heart, the warmth her breath left on his chest.
Concentrating on the wonderful warmth her nearness gave him, Angel allowed
the song to wash over his senses.
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted, I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands.
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away.
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exit or off stage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind.
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away.
I know I've dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die.
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses we'll ride them someday.
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses we'll ride them someday.
Angel opened his eyes as the song ended to find Willow’s bright emerald ones gazing up at him. He kissed her gently, one hand moving to cradle the back of her head, his fingers lacing beneath her flowing mane to brush against her scalp, sending tingles of pleasure through her. When they finally broke apart, Angel whispered against her lips "Wild horses couldn’t drag me away." Willow’s smile brightened her entire face. "I thought you might like that one."
"I think we’ve got ourselves a winner." Angel cupped Willow’s face between his strong fingers, placing a rough kiss on her lips. "I love you Willow Rosenberg. I just want you to know that."
Willow gave Angel’s chest a quick shove so that he fell to the side and on to his back on the floor. Willow quickly scampered on top of him, straddling his chest with her legs. Leaning forward so the tips of her hair brushed the side of his face, Willow whispered. "I love you too, Angel."
Willow forgot about caterers and wedding songs as she fell into her lover's arms, relishing in his unconditional love, thankful to whatever unseen force had brought him into her life. They made love with the soft sound of their song playing in the background, and for Willow it made the moment all the more perfect.
End