Distribution: TPWFLD; otherwise please ask.
Disclaimer: Willow and Angel don't belong to me. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No copyright infringement intended. The song 'Centerfold' belongs to J. Geils Band.
Author's Note: Pure silly fic, I was listening to this song, and this idea came to me. Something goofy for a change.
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Willow stood outside the apartment, tapping her foot impatiently. She raised her hand and pounded on the door again.
"Angel, I know you're in there. Get out here."
Willow heard Angel moving around in the apartment, but he refused to unlock the door.
"No way. I am not going out like this, and I refuse to go anywhere with you."
"Angel, we had a bet. You lost, and now it's time to pay up."
Angel didn't answer. Willow leaned against the door, and began lightly tapping her fingers against the door. She knew it would start to annoy him soon.
"Knock it off, Willow!"
"Make me."
Angel yanked the door open so suddenly that Willow didn't have a chance to get out of the way, and fell into the apartment. She landed on her butt, then laid back on the floor laughing.
"That'll teach me."
Willow's laughter stopped as she sat up and looked at Angel. Her face lit up in a smile.
"Wow!!"
"Don't say a word, or I may have to hurt you. I can't believe you're making me do this."
"Oh, grow up, Angel. Are you forgetting that when the pictures get developed, you won't show up? The photographer will think it was defective film. Unfortunately, there'll be no lasting rememberance of this night."
"Would you stop it. I feel like a fool."
Willow stood up and walked over to Angel. She made a production of looking him up and down, then walking around him.
"Well, fool or not, you look hot!"
Angel dropped into the chair. He couldn't believe Willow was holding him to this stupid bet.
< That'll teach me. Never bet unless I'm willing to pay the price. >
But, God, this?
"Angel, quit sulking, you're acting like a baby." Willow sat next to Angel, and admired the view. When they had made a friendly wager on the outcome of Minnesota's governor race, Angel had felt sure of his victory. So, he hadn't objected to the wager. If she had lost, Willow would've had to dress up in her Halloween outfit, and be photographed. The photos then would've gone to Angel. If he lost, he'd have to dress in those sexy leather pants and silky shirt he'd worn as Angelus. He'd also have to go through the motions of being photographed, even though he wouldn't show up in the pictures. She'd still have the enjoyment of watching him model.
"I'm not sulking. But, who would've thought that he'd win the election? I mean, he was a professional wrestler for crying out loud!"
"Tsk, tsk Angel. Never count anyone out. Besides, who knows, maybe he'll be a good governor. Just because he used to be a wrestler has nothing to do with his plans now."
"That's beside the point."
"Well, then what's the point?" Willow was enjoying this immensely. She loved to watch Angel squirm.
"The point is I lost, and I never thought it was remotely possible."
"Then you weren't alone. No one else thought he stood a chance either. But, now it's time to pay the piper. Let's go, hot stuff."
"Willow." Angel said
threatening. Willow ignored him, but pushed him out the door. The studio was all
set up when they got there. Willow's photographer friend hadn't asked any
questions when she asked him to do this shoot at night. The photographer
arrived and took Angel to his spot, and then went to put on the music.
"What's this? I thought
he was going to snap a couple pictures and that would be the end of it."
"Not exactly. A little
mood music, and you get to model for me."
"That wasn't the
deal."
"But it's fair, wouldn't
you say? I mean, I have to have memories to last a lifetime, since I won't
have other kinds."
Angel knew she was
referring to not having any pictures to keep. Damn!
"Fine, let's just
get this over with."
The music started
and Angel reluctantly began moving to the music. Moving from side to side,
posing as he'd seen on magazine covers. As the song continued, Angel threw
Willow a dirty look.
"Very funny, Willow."
Willow was sitting in a chair, enjoying the show. She had heard the song,
and thought some of the lyrics were perfect for the evening.
My blood runs
cold, my memory has just been sold
It's okay, I understand,
this ain't no never never land
My blood runs
cold, my memory has just been sold
Willow watched as
Angel seductively unbuttoned his shirt, and posed for the camera. Angel was beginning
to enjoy this little gig. And he felt a little justice knowing that he
was starting to turn the tables on Willow. He could tell she was enjoying
what he was doing.
After half an hour,
the photographer said that he had used his entire roll of film. Angel grabbed
his shirt and walked to Willow.
"Satisfied."
"Not quite." Willow
smiled.
Angel grabbed Willow's
hand, and began to leave.
"Willow, the photos
should be done in about a week."
"Keep them, I've
got the real thing."
The photographer
watched as the couple left. Very strange, after going through all of this
then she didn't even want the pictures. Her loss, since she had forfeited
them, he'd be able to use them. He knew a couple magazines that would love
to get their hands on those pictures. They were very sexy, and seductive.
The photographer headed to his developing room. The sooner he had the pictures,
the sooner he could send them out.
Angel and Willow
walked back to his apartment. Willow figured Angel would be anxious to
get out of his outfit. To her surprise, all he removed was his shirt. Then
he sat on the couch and stretched out. Willow just stood watching him.
"You're not mad,
are you Angel?"
"No. Why would I
be mad? I made the deal, and I lost. It's my own fault, I was so sure I
couldn't lose. Now, neither of us have pictures."
Willow walked over
to the couch, and straddled his lap. Angel brought his hands to her waist,
and she leaned forward. Lightly, Willow brushed her lips across his.
"We've got something
better then pictures."
"What's that?"
"Each other."
Angel smiled, and
pulled Willow into his kiss. Angel rolled over so that Willow was pinned
under him. Her arms went around his neck, and she smiled back at him.
"That's much better."
As Angel carried
Willow into the bedroom, Willow couldn't help teasing him a little more.
"I definately think
you should keep these pants. They are way sexy."
Angel gave Willow
a light swat on the butt, before dropping her on the bed. As he peeled
off the pants, he smiled at her.
"On one condition."
Willow looked at
him suspiciously. "What?"
Angel lowered himself
to the bed, and lightly traced her lips.
"If I wear those
godforsaken pants again, you have to wear that outfit from Halloween."
"Deal."
Angel kissed Willow,
and they both felt the passion reach an all time high. The night passed
in a blur of lovemaking, leaving both of them exhausted.
Angel watched Willow
sleep, and stroked her hair. He couldn't wait to see her in that skimpy
outfit again. His memories of her on Halloween were vague, but he knew
he wanted to see her in it again. Even if it meant he'd have to wear those
pants again. "Night, my centerfold."
Angel heard Willow's
whisper, but chose to ignore it. He'd have to ask where she'd come up with
that damn song.
Willow drifted off
to sleep with a smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get Angel to pose
for her again. He definately excelled at it. Angel became nervous
when he heard Willow's laughter. "What are you plotting?"
"Nothing, go to sleep
Angel." Willow answered innocently.
Angel pulled Willow
into his arms, and they both let sleep claim them.
They both slept peacefully,
memories of the evenings events putting smiles on their faces. Everything
had gone so well, maybe another bet was in order???
The End
My Angel is the
centerfold. Angel is a centerfold.
Hope that when
this issue's gone,
I'll see you
when your clothes are on.
Take your car,
yes we will, take your car and drive.
Take it to a
motel room, and take them off in private.
My Angel is the
centerfold. Angel is a centerfold.