Willow was angry.
She'd been searching for Angel all night, and he wasn't at the mansion. He also wasn't at the Bronze, the library, Buffy's house, or the cemetery. It figures, a voice snarled in her mind. The one night I want to see him, he's no where to be found. She stalked through the playground, fully aware of the danger she was in walking alone at night, but a part of her didn't care. Need to find Angel. Need to take away his coffee supply. She kept her head down as she walked past the slides and merry-go-rounds; she found it odd that the only sound in the playground was the creak of the swings as they moved with the wind. Not even crickets, she commented to herself.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to walk alone at night in Sunnydale?" a voice suddenly asked from the direction of the swing set. Willow nearly jumped out of her skin as she whirled around, pulling a cross out of her pocket. She sighed heavily when she saw who had spoken. Angel grinned playfully at her while resting his head against the chain holding up the swing and moving his feet under the swing causing it to move slowly back and forth.
"Angel," she greeted. "I've been looking for you. We need to--" she began but he cut her off.
"That is so sweet!" he exclaimed. "You were looking for me," he clarified at her confused expression.
She rolled her eyes, asking, "How much coffee?"
"None," he shook his head. "I'm high on myself."
"Now he's having an ego trip," she hissed, softly. "Look, we need to talk about why you're playing these games." She stepped across the wooden tiers and onto the sand that surrounded the swing set.
"Nothing to talk about," he shrugged.
"Yes, there is," she replied. She opened her mouth to continue, but Angel's legs suddenly lashed out, wrapping around her body. He used his superior strength to pull her against him; Willow inhaled sharply as their lower bodies connected. He cocked his head and smiled slightly up at her.
"Nothing to talk about," he repeated. His hands wrapped around her waist and kneaded her back, his movements causing more parts of their bodies to touch. Her hands pushed against his chest, trying to get him to let her go; his only pressed her harder against him.
"Angel!" she hissed as his mouth kissed the curve of her neck. He rolled his head up to meet her eyes. "Buffy could walk by--"
"And see you engaged in a compromising position with me," he finished.
"Then she'll kill us both," Willow muttered, trying to compose her thoughts as Angel's mouth returned to her neck. "Angel!" she snarled, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling on it sharply to get his attention. He yelped softly in pain and glared up at her.
"Don't. Touch. The. Hair." Willow's eyes widened. "Just funning," the vampire grinned, suddenly crushing Willow to him and capturing her mouth with his. Against her better judgement, Willow felt herself beginning to respond to the movements of Angel's lips and tongue as she opened her mouth to return the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and one hand imbedded itself in his hair. Angel suddenly pulled away, grinned and stood up, forcing Willow to back away; he took a few steps away from her and looked over at the bushes.
"Hello, Buffy," he greeted as the Slayer stepped into view.
"Angel," she replied, smiling at him and stepping over to the two of them; she looked over at Willow. "Willow?" she questioned. "You okay? You look flushed." Angel laughed softly. "Angel, what's going--" Buffy turned to Angel, only to find that the vampire had disappeared. She shrugged and turned back to her friend. "Weird," she commented. Willow nodded her agreement, not trusting her voice.
"I'm gonna kill him," Willow muttered.