Rating: PG
Summary: Willow and Angel start training together.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong to Joss, WB, FOX, and others.
Notes: This is part 2 of the Watcher Series.
Distribution: It Just Screams Love, Witch Fan Fic, and anyone else just ask.
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“And then the lady auditioning after me walks in, turns to the producer, and says,” Cordelia slipped into a bad accent, “’You all that and a bag of chips!’ She got the part!” Cordelia exclaimed with disgust, “I mean, a bag of chips? Chips are all greasy and fattening!” she sighed and handed Willow another dish to dry, “I don’t even know why I bother going to these auditions. I’m not going to get a single part. I have to face it, I’m a private investigator now.”
“Uh-huh,” Willow just smiled, knowing Cordelia would continue to show up to every audition. She’d gone through this twice before, and always showed up.
The two girls had been roommates for a little over a month and had quickly become best friends.
“I mean it this time.”
“I know you do,” Willow was still grinning at her and just nodded her head, “we better hurry, Angel said he had an announcement to make.”
“He’s always got an announcement to make.”
“Well, he did say this one’s important.”
“That’s what he said when we changed coffee brands!”
“Hey,” Willow said calmly, “I was pretty excited by that.” The effect was ruined when she giggled.
“Yeah,” Cordelia grinned, “it was a real life changer.”
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Twenty minutes later the two girls burst though the door to Angel Investigations. “Angel?” Willow called towards his office.
“I’m in here,” he called back. They walked in and saw Angel and Wesley waiting for them.
“You’re late,” Wesley commented as he glanced at his watch.
“When are we ever on time?” Cordelia smiled at him.
“Never,” Angel sighed.
“Well,” Willow said, “We’d get here earlier if Cordy didn’t take so long to get ready.”
“Hey, I have to look good for Wesley,” she smiled and took a seat on his lap. “And it’s not like you don’t take just as long to get ready for Angel”
“For me?” Angel wiggled his eyebrows, “Got something you want to share with your watcher?”
“Oh, watch this,” Willow walked over to Angel and slapped his arm lightly, “Don’t even listen to her,” she sent a glare in the direction of the former cheerleader and continued, “Now what’s the big announcement?”
“We’re changing office hours. >From now on we’ll open at noon.”
“Mornings tough on ya?” Cordelia laughed quietly.
“He’s not a real big morning person,” Welsey smiled, “Actually, he’ll be more alert with later hours.”
“Hey, don’t make fun of the boss,” Angel smiled, “or you’ll have to face the wrath of the mighty Angelus!”
“Ohh, I’m shaking!” Willow taunted him.
“That’s it,” Angel jumped out of his chair and ran towards Willow. She yelped and ran into the front room. Cordelia and Wesley looked at each other knowingly.
“Looks like another tickle war,” Wesley commented on the laughter coming from the other room.
“Yeah,” Cordelia said sarcastically, “They obviously don’t like each other.”
End Part 1
“Angel?” Willow knocked timidly at the door to his room. She heard a groan and opened the door. “Did I wake you?”
“No, I was just lying in by bed and wearing my boxers for fun.”
“Well, as long as I didn’t wake you,” she smiled, “I want to train, so get you undead ass out of bed.”
“Are all slayers this pushy?”
“Nope, just me.”
“I’ll be out in five minutes,” Angel sighed as he got up and walked into his bathroom. Willow nodded and wandered into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out a bag of blood. She grabbed a mug and grimaced slightly as the red liquid flowed into it. Angel walked in just as the microwave beeped.
“Here,” she handed him the mug and waited until he’d gulped it down, “Ready now?”
“Yeah, what are we doing today?”
“Just sparring,” she said as she walked into the training room.
“I’ll go easy on you, don’t worry.”
“Easy on me?” Willow arched an eyebrow, “You better not, I’m going all out.”
“Well, then I’ll still need to hold back,” he chuckled.
“Whatever. Prepare to get you ass kicked by the slayer.” Willow launched herself at him, knocking him to the ground. He pushed her off and rolled out of the way. Willow got up and blocked an incoming kick. She grabbed his leg and flipped him onto the ground. Angel kicked her away again and stood up. Willow’s fist flew towards his face, but he didn’t have enough time to stop it.
Willow pounced on top of him again, and he fell under her. Willow straddled his hips and grabbed his wrists, pinning him down. She smiled wickedly, “You didn’t hold back.”
“Nope, you’re getting better,” Angel lied and went to move her off of him, but she wouldn’t let him. Her smile just grew as he tried harder.
“I was holding back.”
“Me too,” He pushed her once more and finally moved out from under her. Willow was surprised to find herself crushed beneath Angel a few seconds later. He smiled and looked at her. Without needing to ask, he leaned down and captured her lips with his own. Willow couldn’t help but kiss him back. Their lips moved together perfectly, only breaking the kiss when Willow needed to breathe.
“Wow,” Willow muttered.
“Yeah,” Angel smiled again and let her up, “Willow?”
“Uh-huh?” Willow asked, her brain still not functioning at a normal level.
“Willow you come to dinner tomorrow?”
“Like a date?”
“Well,” Angel suddenly felt like the schoolboy he’d been so many years ago, “only if you want it to be.”
“I’d like that.”
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow at seven?”
“Sounds good,” Willow got up and tried to pull herself together. *It’s just a kiss, a good one, but just a kiss. Who am I kidding, It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.* Willow sighed and left Angel’s, heading for home.
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“So his place for dinner?” Cordelia questioned.
“Yeah, at seven. Wait! What am I going to wear? How should I do my hair? How would Angel like my hair? Can you help me?” Willow looked at Cordelia with a worried expression.
“On one condition.”
“What?” Willow asked, worried by what she could want.
“You admit that you have a thing for Angel,” Cordelia grinned wickedly.
“Maybe a small thing,”
“Small? It’s stadium sized!”
“I guess.”
“You guess?” Cordelia chuckled and said with her bad accent, “You think he’s all that!”
Willow laughed and waved her hand, conjuring up a bag of chips. “What?” she said at the other girl’s amusement.
The End
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