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DISTRIBUTION: The New Place, Fever of Fate, Willow's Guys, anyone else, please ask.
SPOILERS: Lover's Walk
RATING: G
CONTENT: Willow/Angel friendship [for now ;] but moving into something else.
SUMMARY: Willow visits Angel on Christmas Day
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Joss's. I am not Joss.
NOTE: Part 3 of the Nightly Visitations Series.
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Far away, long ago Glowing dim an as ember Things my heart
Used to know Things it yearns to remember And a song Someone sings Once upon a December -- Deana Carter, Once Upon a December
Willow gently pushed the mansion door open, trying to be as silent as possible in case Angel was sleeping; she intended to just drop off his present and be gone before he knew she was there. The sight on the leather couch startled her, though; Buffy was curled up into a ball with her head pillowed on Angel's chest. The vampire's head rested gently on hers, and the two seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The sides of Willow's mouth quirked up in a smile even as she fought down
the pang of jealousy that suddenly leapt into her throat. She crept quietly over to the coffee table and set the present down where it would be in plain sight when they woke up; as she straightened, her eyes looked over at the pair again only to meet Angel's staring eyes.
"Hey," he whispered in greeting.
"Hey," she replied. "I-I brought you a present for Christmas, o-or Yule, or Hanukkah," she explained, gesturing to the present. "It's for you." Angel
smiled softly at her awkward attempts at conversation.
"Thank you," he replied. "I didn't get you anything," he offered lamely.
"That's okay," she responded. "I, uh, better go," she stated, her eyes finding Buffy's sleeping form again.
"Willow!" Angel called out, maneuvering his body out from under Buffy and
resting the Slayer's body gently against the pillows of the couch. He walked over to where Willow stood waiting by the door. "Would you walk wi th me?" he asked.
"The sun's out," she replied.
"But it's snowing," he explained. "The clouds will protect me. So, walk?"
She nodded and let Angel lead her out the door. The two of them walked sde by side down the snow covered streets just as it began snowing again, quickly recovering their footprints. "How was you're Eve?" Angel asked, breaking the peaceful silence.
"It was good," Willow replied, "Oz and I are back together," she grinned.
"I told you he'd come around," Angel replied, pressing down his own pang of jealousy.
"Cordelia still hates me though; she blames everyone for what happened. Not that I really blame her," Willow commented. Before she could continue on her diatribe, a snowball impacted with the side of her head; she whipped her head around to glare at Angel who was trying to look innocent. She grinned suddenly and rolled up her own snowball, tossing it at Angel. The snow hit him in the chest, and the war was on.
The snowball fight continued until Willow began to tire and she finally had to hold her hands up in surrender. Angel grinned triumphantly, and started to walk towards her. Willow walked forward to meet him, but her foot caught a patch of ice. She went falling to the ground, and Angel rushed to her side.
"You okay?" he asked, visually checking her over for any sign of injury.
"Does bruised pride count?" she asked as Angel helped her to her feet.
"I doubt it," he replied.
"Darn." Willow gasped suddenly as she felt her feet slipping again, and she grabbed the front of Angel's coat as she fell bringing him with her. Angel landed on top of her, pinning her to the ground. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Well, this is...." Angel began.
"Awkward," Willow finished, meeting his eyes; he nodded slowly, then bent his head forward. She anticipated what was coming and closed her eyes. Before his lips touched hers, her eyes flew open. "Oz!" she cried out; Angel pulled away from her, rising to his feet. She stood carefully. "Is waiting....for me...at home." She looked up at Angel, trying to ignore the desire welling up inside of her. "I gotta go."
Angel watched silently as her slight for disappeared down the street,
and he visibly fought the urge to follow her.
The End