Distribution: Angel of Mine, TNPWFLD, Fever of Fate, anyone else please ask first.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Angel, Willow and co. do not belong to me. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. All characters are used without permission. No copyright infringement intended.
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Summery: Willow cleans Angel up.
Spoilers/Warnings: Becoming.
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Authors Notes: Part four of the Images, Dreams and Feelings Series.
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Willow slowly came to, feeling a little light headed.
Looking around, she found herself to be laying on the couch, the blankets that she had found for Angel laying awkwardly over her, and Angel nowhere to be found.
Pulling the covers off her, she sat up and swung her legs to the ground. Looking around in the dimness, she eventually found Angel sitting on the other side of the living room, his back against the wall, his feet pulled up to his chest while he looked at her with unrecognizing yet guilty eyes.
Picking up one of the blankets, she walked over to him and wrapped it around his shoulders, trying to offer him some warmth.
Smiling gently at him, she sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
"It's okay Angel." She said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You didn't hurt me."
Reaching her other hand up, she checked her wound, to find it already starting to heal.
Looking at him properly since she had walked over to him she realized that his skin seemed to be less pale and looked healthier all over in general.
Looking closer, Willow took in his dirt-covered skin and the dried blood by his mouth.
<My blood. > She thought to herself.
Standing up, she drew him with her, stopping for a moment as a slight wave of dizziness hit her.
Feeling it pass, she started to lead him into the bathroom she had passed earlier and sat him down on the stool that was there.
Putting the plug in, she turned that taps to the bath on and rummaged around in the cupboard and produced a bottle of bath oil.
Pouring some in the bath, she stirred it in the water with her hand until it had mixed properly.
Turning her attention back to Angel, she knelt down so she was level with him.
"Angel, I'm going to give you a bath okay. Get all that dirt off of you. You'll feel better afterwards I promise."
Standing back up again, she reached over and turned the taps off and checked to make sure the water wasn't too hot.
Pulling Angel up, she removed the blanket from around him, blushing as she remembered he was naked underneath.
Averting her gaze, se led him over to the bath and helped him in, making sure he didn't hurt himself on the way.
Grabbing a flannel, she immersed it into the water, wetting it.
Ringing it out, she took it to his face, and began the slow task of cleaning him up.
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Returning from her short trip around the mansion where she had finally located Angel's bedroom, she reentered the bathroom and headed over to Angel.
Picking up a fluffy white towel, she walked to the bath to get Angel out.
He was eventually clean, having had all the filth and dirt removed by Willow, who was very glad it was over after the embarrassment of having to clean 'certain' parts of him. He had also managed to get his hair washed, after Willow had located some shampoo to use.
Helping him out of the bath, and getting socked in the process, she wrapped the towel around him and led him out of the bathroom, and into his bedroom.
Drying him off, she removed the towel and picked up the clothes she had found for him.
Deciding to do the easy part first, she started to put the T-shirt over Angel's head, and went to put his arms in the holes. That however was not to be so easy. Angel' s arms refused to do what they were told, and Angel seemed not to notice she was even there for the most part. After trying for the hundredth time to get Angel's arms in the sleeves without hurting him, or her thinking she was hurting him, she gave up and pulled it back over his head.
"Okay, you don't have to wear that I guess." Willow muttered.
Placing the shirt back on the bed, she picked up the boxers she had found and knelt down before Angel.
Keeping her eyes firmly rooted on his feet, she managed to get him to lift his leg slightly after much coaxing. Slipping his foot though one leg of his boxers, she moved to do the same with the other.
When his didn't raise his other leg after a while however Willow started to get annoyed, ready to scold him, she looked up at him.
<Oh god! > Willow thought to herself realizing her mistake. While looking at him may have seemed like it a good idea, he was also still very naked, which meant she had gotten an up close and personal view of his penis.
Realizing that she had been staring, she looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when she found him still to be staring off into space.
Deciding she wanted this whole dressing fiasco over with she quickly lowered her and tried once again, and this time succeed in getting him to raise his foot so she could slip it though the other boxer leg.
Pulling them up pass passed his knees, she stopped and got up, and resumed her task, blushing only slightly this time when she pulled the boxers up over him.
Sighing in relief that it was over, she moved away from him and led him over to his bed, helping him to lie down.
She was about to leave the room when, unable to stand the wetness of her clothes any longer, and not having brought a spare set for herself, she picked up the previously discarded T-shirt and went into the hallway and quickly stripped, and covered herself with Angel's shirt.
Hanging her clothes in the bathroom to dry, she walked back into Angel's bedroom, suddenly being aware of how little the shirt really covered. Putting it to the back of her mind for the moment seeing as she had more important things to worry about, Willow walked back over to the bed and pulled the covers up over Angel.
She had just turned to leave when his hand suddenly grabbed hers.
Turning around at the sudden movement, Willow carefully removed his hand and went to leave again, but once more found his arm on hers.
Looking at him, she heard him whispered something so quietly she barely heard him.
"Stay."
Seeing the look of pleading and fear in his eyes, Willow was unable to say no to him and walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in, not realizing how tired she had been till she found herself fast asleep.
The End