QUALITY TIME (2/?)
"Will, talk to me" Xander said, his dark eyes begging. She had been
ignoring
him for the past few hours. Ever since he had brought Angel's name
up. He
sighed, looking at Spike. "She's ignoring me."
"I can see that, luv" Spike said, amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Do I want
to know what you said to her?"
Willow stiffened, glaring at them but remaining silent. She couldn't
believe
Xander had wanted her to discuss Angel. She was trying to forget
the handsome
vampire. Why would she talk about him with her best friends if
she were
trying to forget? And he had said it said so nonchalantly, as if
it were no
huge deal. Her eyes narrowed as she wondered what exactly he knew
about her
and Angel and how he had found it out. She knew for sure Angel
hadn't said a
word. He'd run back to LA as soon as he had the chance. She glowered
even
more darkly as her mood became worse.
"I told her I knew about her and the Poof" Xander said, sighing
sadly.
"Bloody hell, babe" Spike said, groaning. "That was right stupid."
"I know that now" Xander said, rolling his eyes. He glanced at Willow
and saw
her lips quirk slightly. She was doing her best to ignore them
but he could
tell she was listening. He felt bad for ruining the mood, having
no idea
mentioning Angel would cause her to become so upset. "Where were
you when I
stuck my foot in my mouth?"
"Your foot wouldn't even fill your mouth," Willow said darkly, glowering
at
him so he knew she was mad.
"OW" Xander said, grabbing his chest and moaning. "That one hurt
Willow. But,
at least you're speaking to me again."
"Am not" Willow said, her lower lip thrusting out as she looked
away from
them.
"I understand, luv" Spike said sadly. "Thinking of Peaches makes
me ill too.
Can't believe the moron would even speak about him."
"Not ill not to shag him....repeatedly" Xander reminded sweetly.
"Bloody fucking hell. That was eighty years ago" Spike said, growling.
"Don't
see me constantly bringing up the bitch slayer or that ex-demon.
At least
Peaches was better than either of them."
"I agree. I'd do him" Xander said, winking at Spike who sighed loudly.
"Excuse me!" Willow said, rolling her eyes. "I thought this was
about me, not
you. Who cares if you'd do him. I did do him! It wasn't something
I'd write
home about."
Spike raised an eyebrow, "Aw, pet. You're fibbing. I've been there.
Peaches
might be a broody arrogant bastard but he was one of the best lovers
I've
ever had. Always so eager to please. Tender caresses and lustful
looks."
Willow felt heat spreading over her at his words, remembering that
weekend
with Angel. She stood, flustered. "I better go. You two are driving
me crazy."
"Not yet" Xander yelped, glancing at Spike with worry. It wasn't
time for her
to leave yet. "I'm sorry Willow. We were crude asses for bringing
up that
brooding bastard. Please stay?"
"Whatever" Willow relented, knowing she would just be going home
to an empty
apartment. She sat back down, turning her attention to the television.
Another hour past as Spike laid against Xander, nestled between
the human's
legs as they laid on the couch. He felt Xander's warm fingers on
his collar
bone, soothing him as they lay watching cartoons. He sniffed the
air,
smelling the familiar scent. He nudged Xander, letting the youth
know that it
was time. Xander chuckled softly, the sound causing his cock to
harden as he
remembered where he usually heard the noise. He glared at his lover
as he
adjusted his position, waiting for the inevitable. Finally, there
was a knock
on the door. He looked at Willow who was staring at it with curiosity.
"Red,
would you get that? I'm rather comfortable here."
"Who the hell could it be?" Willow grumbled, walking barefoot to
the outside
door. She opened it, freezing as she stood looking at the surprised
man,
knowing that she must have a similar look on her own face. "Angel?"