Author: Cara Ellen
E-Mail: caraellen@home.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but edible underwear and empty peanut butter cup wrappers...
Summary: Um, stuff happens. Go read it.
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Willow sat in the library, browsing through random websites. She suddenly changed addresses to a search engine and typed in a few suggestive words, seeing what...came up...
"How to Blow up a Pop-Tart?" She said.
Suddenly, Buffy walked in. "Hey Will! Angel's being all broody and needy so I'm off to the Bronze with Xander. Wanna come?"
Willow stared at her, actually able to see the redness above her lip. "Recently waxed?"
Buffy looked at her confused, then realized, hand flying to her moustache area. "Oh...yeah...Oz told me last night that I was getting hairier than him!"
"Oz last night. Xander tonight?"
Buffy stared at her, waiting for Willow to jump off the chair and follow her to the Bronze to watch her make a slut-dance sandwhich with Oz and Xander.
Willow narrowed her eyes and promptly flipped her off.
Buffy looked confused for a moment, shrugged and left.
Willow finished up researching a castration demon for Giles and left the library. She ended up in the cemetary and plopped down on a headstone.
The leaves crunched behind her, but Willow didn't look. Suddenly, her field of vision was filled with the image of a large, silver belt buckle holding up a pair of suspiciously tight leather pants.
"Out all alone, little girl?"
Willow stared up at him. "Angel?"
He suggestively smacked the leather-clad thigh and shook his head. "Angelus."
She thought for a moment. "Sweet..."
"So what ARE you doing out here?" He asked.
"Basically pondering my hatred of the male species. You?"
"Basically pondering my hatred of the human species." Angelus countered.
The stared in silence for a minute. Willow finally spoke up. "So, um, wanna go bang?"
Angelus shrugged. "Sure."
So they did. And the world was right again.
The End