Rating: R
Distribution: TPWFLD; Angel of Mine; otherwise please ask.
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. No copyright infringement intended.
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Angel got to Willow's house and went to her balcony. Willow had called and told him she wanted him to come over and play. Angel had probably broken a land-speed record getting to his girlfriend's house. He just adored it when they played.
Angel opened the balcony door, but was surprised to see Willow's room completely dark. He walked over to her bedroom door, and opened it. Angel could hear voices coming from downstairs. He walked over to the stairs and cautiously started down the stairs. Angel stopped at the bottem of the steps, when he saw the living room full of people.
"What's this.....a party?" Angel said.
The group jumped in unison at the sound of a new arrival. Willow stood and walked over to Angel. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Willow kissed him.
"I wasn't expecting you quite so quickly." Willow said.
"I could hardly waste time when your invitation sounded so appealing. But obviously the conversation lost something in the translation."
Willow looked at him strangely for a second, then smiled as she realized that she hadn't told him exactly what they were going to be playing.
"There's time for us to play alone......later. But, for now we're going to sit down and play a nice card game." Willow said.
Angel rolled his eyes, but allowed Willow to lead him to the table. Seated around the table were Xander, Buffy, and Spike. He wasn't too thrilled about having to sit next to any of them, but Willow pushed him down in the seat next to Spike. Willow sat down next to him.
"So, what exactly are we playing?" Angel asked.
He watched as Willow and the others exchanged glances. Everyone seemed to know what was going on......except him.
"We're going to play poker." Xander said, then laughed.
Angel glared at the boy then looked at the table. There was nothing on the table except the cards.
"And what are we playing for? Since I don't see any chips."
"We don't need chips, mate. But you may lose the shirt off your back." Spike teased.
Willow leaned against Angel, and nuzzled his shoulder. "We're playing Strip Poker, Angel. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Angel wouldn't have minded playing strip anything with Willow......but with the other three? Angel shuddered at the image of having to see Xander naked; he'd already seen Spike and Buffy in their birthday suits. {God, this is going to be a very long night!}
Several hours later, not to mention many drinks, the five were getting down to the wire. Xander was down to just his boxers, having run into a four hand losing streak. Spike had been stripped down to just his leather pants......and he let everyone know that when they went, he was out. Buffy and Willow giggled as they thought about the fact that Spike wasn't wearing anything under those pants. Buffy had gotten down to her bra and panties. Angel tried to keep his eyes either on Willow or on his cards.
Willow sat next to him, still wearing her jeans and bra. "What's the matter, Angel? You aren't doing too bad."
Angel had managed to keep his pants, and he was extrememly thankful he'd put on his silk boxers when he'd gotten dressed.
"Excuse me if I don't get a rush out of seeing *them* naked!" Angel said snidely.
"Oh, come on Angel, you know you've already seen what I have to offer." Buffy said seductively.
Spike sputtered as he heard Angel mutter, "Which isn't much", under his breath.
"Problem, Spike?" Buffy asked.
Spike looked from Buffy to Angel, and shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't about to get in the middle of that. Everyone at the table knew that Buffy was trying to get Angel back. And everyone, except Buffy, knew it was a hopeless case. Angel had Willow, and had no intention of going anywhere near Buffy again.
Willow just ignored her friend's attempt to get Angel's attention. She trusted Angel and knew that he loved her.
"Be nice, and we can *play* privately after they leave." Willow whispered in Angel's ear.
Angel found it hard to deny Willow anything.........especially since she had one hand on his leather clad thigh, caressing his leg, and moving up. Angel jumped slightly as Willow's hand cupped him through his pants.
"Kind of jumpy, aren't you dead boy?" Xander asked.
Angel saw Willow cover a smile, and he knew the others couldn't see how her hand was torturing him. "Just deal the damn cards, Harris."
It had only taken two more hands to knock Spike and Xander out of the game.......and out of their pants. Xander was the first to lose, and had to forfeit his boxers. After several minutes of ridicule from the others, Xander mumbled as he grabbed his clothes and left. The next hand eliminated Spike, and the girls fell into giggling fits as he tried to squeeze himself out of the tight leather pants. Angel had reached over and tried to cover Willow's eyes, but she swatted his hand away.
"Hey, that's part of losing. They have to flaunt their stuff for all to see." Willow said.
"Like I want you seeing Spike's 'stuff'!" Angel said.
"I'm just looking......see my hands," Willow waved her hands in front of Angel's face, "no touching, just looking."
"Well, knock it off. Damnit Spike, you can get dressed anytime now." Angel said as he picked up Spike's pants, and threw them at the vampire.
"Geez, jealous much Angel?" Buffy asked.
"Why don't you shut up?" Angel threw back.
Willow, sensing that things were getting out of hand, decided that maybe they had better call it a night. "Ok, last hand."
The hand went back and forth, until Angel's three of hearts, beat out anything the girls had. Buffy stood and reached behind her, and was about to remove her bra.
"You can keep your clothes on Buffy." Angel said.
"Oh, come on Angel, that's not how to play. I lost, so I have to pay."
"I won, and I say you don't. God, the last thing I want to see is you with nothing on." Angel said as he stood, still wearing just his leather pants.
Buffy walked over to Angel, as Spike shook his head, and decided to get the hell out of dodge. "See you later, Willow. Good luck, mate."
Buffy ran her hands over Angel's bare chest, until he slapped her hands away. He actually cringed from her touch.
"Come on, Angel. You know you still want me." Buffy pouted.
"I've already *had* you, and let me tell you......once was enough."
Buffy's face turned bright red, and grabbed her clothes. Stomping towards the door, she stopped and turned around.
"You'll come crawling back to me, Angel. Willow doesn't compare to me......you know that." Buffy said, then stormed out of the house.
Willow leaned against the table, "Well, that was fun."
Angel walked over to Willow, and pulled her against him. "What did I do to deserve *that* little horror show? I mean, my god.....I could handle Spike, but Xander and Buffy......yuck!"
Willow wrapped her arms around Angel's waist, and jumped a bit.
"What's the matter?" Angel asked, afraid that he had scared her.
"Your belt buckle....do you have any idea how cold that is on bare skin?"
Angel laughed, and pulled Willow back into his arms. He bent down and began nuzzling her neck. Holding Willow in his arms, Angel was able to push all of the nasty images of the others naked, out of his mind.
"Willow?" Angel whispered into her neck.
"Hhhhhmmm?"
"I'm ready for our private game." Angel teased.
"Play now." Willow said coyly.
Angel lifted Willow into his arms, and began carrying her to the stairs. He captured her lips with his own.
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, but pulled slightly away from him. Her one hand began running threw his hair.
"You weren't very nice to Buffy tonight." Willow said.
"I refuse to be nice to her. All she wants is to get back in my bed. And it sure as hell isn't going to happen! I shudder whenever she comes near me. How can you stand being around her when you know she's still lusting after me?"
"Because I know you're *not* lusting after her. I know I'm the only one getting into your pants."
"Damn right!" Angel said as he recaptured her lips.
Angel carried his lover up to her room, and allowed her to remove his pants. All thoughts of Buffy, Xander, and Spike were thrown out as Angel made hot, passionate love to Willow. Angel knew that sleeping with Buffy had been one of his greatest mistakes. And each time he was with Willow.....memories of that night with Buffy were being diminished.
Willow woke up in her bed alone. She walked into the hallway and heard the water running. Entering the bathroom, Willow smiled as she saw Angel's outline in the shower. Willow walked to the shower, and opened the door. She took a moment to admire Angel's naked body. Wet, naked Angel was definately something she could get used to.
"Are you going to come in here, or just stand there admiring the view?" Angel asked.
Willow stepped into the shower, and patted Angel's ass. "Admiring the view is always fun."
Angel smirked, then pushed Willow against the wall. "So's this."
And later, lying in Angel's arms, Willow had to admit making love in the shower was fun too. But images of Angel with water dripping slowly down his body would stay with her for life.
Willow snuggled into Angel's arms, and let sleep claim her. She was definately going to have some very *imaginative* dreams.
Angel wrapped his arms possesively around Willow's body. He knew that Willow had enjoyed watching him in the shower......of course, he'd felt the same way once she'd come into the shower with him.
Who would've thought, when he first came to Sunnydale, that he'd end up with Willow? He may not have thought about it then, but he was glad he was with her now. Willow was the woman he wanted to spend eternity with.
Angel turned on his side, and pulled Willow back against him. Pressing intimately against her, Angel decided to give her a couple hours sleep........then he wanted to *play* again. Angel smirked as he closed his eyes, and slept.
THE END