Willow was tired.
After all, it is extremely hard to get any sleep with a two hundred pound, muscular, and very passed out vampire lying on top of you. It didn't help matters that every time Willow would try to slide herself from under his grip, he would somehow manage to scoot back to their original positions, leaving Willow trapped under him.
And now Angel was waking up.
"Ow," he whispered, propping himself up and clutching his head with the hand that was not currently holding Willow to the floor. "God, what was in that bottle?" he asked, softly, his eyes still closed. Keep still, and he won't notice you here, Willow ordered herself. "Willow?" he asked, finally opening his eyes and meeting her wide ones.
"Hi," she greeted weakly. He narrowed his eyes and looked around the room.
"Willow?" he asked again.
"Yeah. Um, Angel?" He looked down at her. "Could you get off me?" He looked over at his arm pinning her to the floor as if just realizing the position they were in. He suddenly jumped to his feet and doubled over in pain as his headache throbbed. "Angel? Are you okay?" She hurried to his side, fully prepared to save him from whatever evil the Hellmouth had thrown at him.
"Yes, yes," he muttered, waving her away from him. The throbbing subsided, and he stood up straighter. "I just forgot how strong Spike likes his whiskey." She nodded in understanding.
"A hangover," she stated; he nodded slowly, not wanting to set off the headache again.
"We didn't do....anything, did we?" he asked.
"You don't remember?" she asked, silently thanking the gods for making him forget his confession from the night before. "No, no, nothing happened last night. Well, except you're a closet foot fetishist." He raised his eyebrows. "I found you on my balcony studying your feet intently." Angel shrugged.
"My mum always said I had nice feet." Willow rolled her eyes.
"You also tried to kill Edmund."
"Edmund?" Angel's head shot up, terrified he'd gone against everything his soul had stood for.
"The bear," she clarified, indicating the stuffed animal still lying on his side on the floor.
"Ah," he nodded. "Anything else?"
"You, uh, tackled me and kept me hostage all night."
"That's why I had nice dreams," he smiled, and Willow's eyes widened. "Did I...say anything?"
"S-Say anything? No, were you supposed to say something?" she asked, carefully avoiding his eyes.
"No, no, nothing at all," he muttered.
"You might want to go," she stated suddenly and brief flash of rejection danced in Angel's eyes. "The sun'll be up in an hour," she explained; he nodded and stepped forward. He kissed her forehead lightly.
"Thank you," he whispered, smiling softly; Willow looked up at him, confused. "For not staking me on sight." With that he exited her room and jumped over the railing of the balcony. He walked across the lawn until he heard the balcony doors close behind him, and he turned around to look up at the dark room.
"I wasn't that drunk, Willow," he smirked, the events from the night
firmly in place in his mind and his hangover already disappearing. "And
I do love you."