(I should also add that nakedness is a good thing and S-M-U-T is
just . . . .well- DIVINE!)
 

~Part 1~

"My god, Angel. Why couldnt you just let me have ONE night of fun?"

Angel looked up from the book he was reading, a slight smirk gracing his
handsome features. He heard Wesley chuckle across the room and couldnt help but
snicker softly as well. "Your date leave?"

Cordelia put her hands on her hips, glaring down at the vampire. "Did he
leave?" She fumed. "You -know- he did. What did you expect he would do after
you told him you would rip his entrails out if he hurt me?"

Angel shrugged, flashing her a brief smile. "Thought he might not hurt you..."

The former cheerleader threw her hands up, collapsing into a chair next to him
with a sigh. "Of course he won't. He. Ran. Away."

"I was just looking out for you." The vampire chuckled. "He had an eyebrow
piercing for god's sake. How respectable is that?"

"Very. These days. Sheesh. Live in the now." She tilted her head back, looking
at the impressive lobby ceiling. It still needed some work, but slowly the
hotel was being restored to its former glory. "Doesnt matter anyway. I dont
think he would have worked out. He drives a truck. Can you see me, Cordelia
Chase, riding around in a pickup truck?"

Angel just smirked, his eyes never leaving the book in front of him. "You don't
seem to mind riding around in Gunn's." He let the comment hang in the air,
knowing it would irritate her more than anything. The pretty brunette
receptionist and his hired muscle had still to admit their feelings to each
other. It had become a running joke between Angel and Wesley - watching the two
of them throw heated glances at each other, fighting all the time – it was so
obvious they were meant for each other.

Again the brunette turned glaring eyes on her boss. She opened her mouth, a
retort on the tip of her tongue. "I'll have you know....uuagghh!"

Angel was on his feet in an instant, rushing to her side. "Wes! Get the
aspirin!" Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil from a nearby table he waited
for her to stop moaning. "What did you see, Delia?"

She grimaced, holding her hand to her head and peaking out at him through
squinted eyes. "Kate...demon..."

"Kate's a demon?" Angel asked helplessly, still holding the pen and paper. "I
-knew- it. She was always too eager to jump into things. A misery demon right?
Feeding off the misery of others..."

Opening her eyes a little fuller, the receptionist smirked. "No...Kate isn't
the demon." She rolled her eyes. "She's going to be coming here for help with a
demon...we have to help her...some sort of prank playing Trickster demon."
After swallowing the aspiring Wesley was holding towards her, she took the pad
of paper from him, making a rough sketch of what she had seen before thrusting
it back at him. "I feel horrible. I'm going to see if Gunn will take me home.
Um...I meant to my apartment. Not his house." She blushed red, standing up.

Angel chuckled, watching the former cheerleader walk off in search of her
crush. "Well, Wes...looks like we got some research to do..."

"Research? Did I hear someone say research?"

The two members of Angel Investigations turned at the sound of the laughing
female voice floating through the lobby. Lighting on the red head standing in
the doorway, Angel's eyes lit up with fierce happiness. "Willow! I forgot you
guys were coming tonight!"

"Sounds like we got here just in time too." The young witch drawled, walking
across the lobby. She could feel her mate still outside, dreading the reunion
with his Sire. A small sigh of happiness escaped her lips as the vampire
wrapped her in his arms, embracing her in a tight hug.

"So, where are...?"

"Spike and Xander?" Willow grinned. "Outside. You know them..." She rolled her
eyes. This was going to be the best month of her life. Winter break in LA - far
from the Hellmouth and the Slayer that had come to annoy her more than anything
else. A small smile crept across her lips as she saw Angel's eyes wander to the
door of the lobby. The crush the dark haired vampire had on her best friend was
something he had told her in the strictest confidence during one of their many
phone conversations. She had reassured him as best that she could that his
feelings wouldn't be unwanted by Xander.

As best she could without telling him that Xander was gay, that is. As far as
she knew only her, Xander and Anya were privy to that little secret. Well,
Spike too. But he had been threatened with dusting if he ever told a soul. The
blonde had discreetly inquired of Xander, asking what he thought of Angel, and
everyone had been surprised with the results - Xander wanted him.

But both men were too reserved to make the first move. So it didn't look like
anything was ever going to happen. Except for longing looks and the occaisional
'accidental' touch between the two of them, that is. "You really should try
something..." Willow whispered to Angel, keeping her eyes on the door. "He
might surprise you."

The vampire shook his head, feeling his Childe move closer. "No. Its not worth
the pain it would bring." Putting on his trademark smirk, Angel looked towards
the doors, watching as the two men walked in together. He immediately envied
the easy companionship that seemed to exist between his Childe and the young
man. It was something Angel himself only dreamed of having.

"Peaches!"

Rolling his eyes, the dark haired vampire met the blue eyes of his Childe
directly on. "Good to see you, too, Spike."

The bleached blonde vampire smirked. He looked around the lobby, nodding his
head in approval. His Sire had obviously done pretty well for himself since he
had last seen him. No more hiding out in old warehouses - the Poof had moved up
to hotels. Maybe one day he'd get a bloody house. "So. Where are me an Red
sleeping? Or not sleeping as the case may be..."

Willow blushed, slapping her mate playfully on the arm.

Chuckling at the teasing between his Childe and the red head, Angel pointed to
the elevator. "Any room on the second floor except 17, 25 and 27. Those are
mine, Gunn's and Wes's."

Spike looked over at Wesley, grinning maniacally. "Good ole Wussy. So how is
big city life treating you, mate?"

The former Watcher swallowed nervously, instinctively taking a step backwards
now that the vampire's gaze was focused on him. He had deliberately tried to
remain unnoticed for exactly this reason - the blonde haired bloodsucker loved
to tease him. "Fine." He replied tersely. "Yourself?"

"Just peachy. Feeling a bit randy though..." He turned to Willow, pushing aside
her hair to whisper into her ear. She blushed and gave a small wave to the
assembled group. "We're going to go chose a room."

"I'll help you with that research tomorrow if you want, Angel." Willow called
out, letting her mate pull her towards the elevator.

Xander watched his friends go, feeling immediately more nervous than he had in
a long time. Being around Angel always did that to him. He could feel his chest
tighten every time he looked at the vampire. The man was simply too good
looking for his own good. And the brooding air he had to him just added to it
all - he was mysterious and aloof.

And, oh, how Xander didnt want him to be aloof anymore.

But that was out of the question. He and Angel had never been good friends.
There was no way that the vampire could ever take kindly to his advances.
"I'm...going to go to bed too..."

Angel watched the boy retreat, shaking his head. He had been so lost in his own
thoughts he hadn't even notice the overwhelming tension that had been building
between him and the dark haired mortal. How was he going to survive the next
month with Xander being around all the time? He shook his head softly, giving
Wesley a small smile of apology. "The research can wait until tomorrow. Get
some rest."

Wesley watched the vampire climb the stairs, completely in the dark as to what
had just happened. With a small sigh, the former Watcher grabbed a book from
the counter, turning off the lobby's lights and heading to bed himself.

Everything would make itself clear in the morning, he was sure.
 

~Part 2~

Xander woke early the next morning, stepping into the small bathroom of the
room he chose almost automatically. He was relieved to see that there were some
towels on the rack, although small. Stepping under the warm water, he allowed
himself to think back on the night before.

Tossing and turning for most of the night, the young man had finally found
sleep - his dreams stormy and full of one certain dark haired vampire. With the
water turning hotter as the minutes ticked by, Xander finally climbed out of
the shower, his mind still occupied with thoughts of Angel. It was going to be
one of the hardest things he had ever done to live here for the coming weeks -
to be around the object of his desire on a regular basis and not make a move.

Rubbing one of the towels over his lean body, Xander stepped back into the cool
bedroom, looking around. He sighed, remembering for the first time that in his
haste to get away from Angel he had never brought his bags in from the car.
Looking over at the clothes he had discarded from the night before, he shook
his head. Those wouldn't do - after having ridden for a few hours in Spike's
grungy care putting them back on would just defeat the purpose of having taken
a shower.

Maybe someone was downstairs that could help.

** ** **

"And then Gunn turned into a sheep and you started shearing him," Angel
chuckled, relaying his dream from the night before to his co-workers. "Wesley
was there reading tips on wool gathering."

Cordelia laughed, covering her face with her hands. "Angel...that is the most
ridiculous..." Her laughter echoed throughout the empty lobby. Turning to a
smirking Gunn, the former cheerleader stuck out her tongue, crowing, "BAAAA!"

The young man raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes at the pretty brunette
receptionist. "Just keep laughing."

"Ok." Cordelia snorted, continuing to giggle. The idea of Gunn turning into a
sheep was just too much for her. She turned back to her work, humming, "Baa,
baa black sheep...have you any wool...."

"Dawg!" Gunn whispered to Angel under his breath. "Why couldn't you have done
an edited version where I turned into a bear or a wolf? Why a sheep?!?"

Angel shrugged. Delicate hearing picked up the sound of someone making their
way slowly down the stairs to the lobby. He turned to the stairs in time to see
Xander standing at the top.

Wearing nothing but a towel.

A very, very small towel.

"Um..." Xander blushed, coming the rest of the way down the stairs. He ignored
the snort of laughter from his ex-girlfriend and the outright roar of chuckles
coming from the other man in the room. "I left my bag in the car last
night...can someone go get it for me?"

Cordelia raised her hand, still trying to fight back her laughter. It wasn't
that Xander was unattractive in the towel. Far from it - his lithe body was
actually very handsome. It was just the situation - Xander, in a towel, in the
lobby. "I'll go get it. Wouldn't want you scaring away the hordes of
customers." She finally managed to get out before striding quickly out of the
lobby into the sunshine.

"So..." Xander murmured, trying to act nonchalant as he stood there. He turned
to Gunn, flashing him one of his trademark goofy smiles. "I take it you must be
Gunn? Heard a lot about you." He held out his hand.

"Forgive me if I dont shake your hand until -after- you put some more clothes
on." Gunn smirked, taking a step back. He grinned at the man to let him know
all was cool, his eyes still shining with laughter. "You didn't tell me your
old friends were exhibitionists."

"I'll have you know I spent one very lucrative summer night stripping." Xander
threw at him, grinning.

"Just one night?" Angel asked quietly. Images of the dark haired mortal taking
off his clothes piece by piece in an erotic display of flesh danced through his
mind.

"Well.." Xander drawled, turning his attention to the vampire. He licked his
lips, deliberately allowing just a little bit of flirtation to leak into the
conversation. "I was so hot the place burned down..." He grinned. "I've been
thinking about doing it again though - raise a little money for a car."

The vampire growled softly, shocking the mortals nearest him. It was bad enough
Xander was being openly flirtacious - but now he was talking about taking his
clothes off for other people. Angel smirked, deciding to play along. "Dont.
You're better than that. If you do...I'll....I'll...I'll spank you! Dont' make
me spank you!"

Xander's breath caught in his throat and he arched an eyebrow. "Would you?" His
eyes met Angel's and for one moment he could believe that he saw lust in their
depths. Then he remembered where he was and who he was with. And that he was
wearing nothing more than a towel as he began to get aroused.
"Cordelia! Bag! Good!"

Cordelia blinked in confusion as he dashed across the lobby to meet her at the
door. He snatched the bag away, disappearing back up the stairs. "What
happened?"

Angel shrugged. Had Xander honestly just come on to him? "No clue." Looking
over at Gunn's face he knew that the young man had seen all. Deciding it was
best to change the subject the vampire asked, "So, have we found out anything
about the new demon yet?"

The former cheerleader shook her head. “Not a thing. Was kinda hoping Willow
would wake up soon and help us. Or Kate would show up to beg for help like the
vision said. I mean – she must know something.”

Angel nodded, stepping behind the counter and into his small office. He
couldn’t shake the image of Xander in a towel long enough from his mind to
concentrate on the task at hand. Why hadn’t the boy used a bigger towel. For
that matter – where had he found one in that size? There were only extra large
ones in the rooms as far as the vampire knew. With that question still in his
mind he turned on his computer, determined to get at least –some- work done.

** ** **

“There’s been 33 cases so far…33 instances where quite malicious pranks have
been played on unsuspecting victims.”

Angel nodded, listening to the detective in front of him go on about the cases
that she had ‘personally’ witnessed or knew of ‘other officers’ who had
witnessed. “So what makes you think it’s a demon and not some very human
practical jokers?” He finally asked as she took a breath.

“Because.” Kate said slowly, as if explaining something to a small child. “A
few of the victims thought they saw this.” She pulled a picture from one of the
files she had brought with her. It was a sketch that the forensic artist had
made after the tenth prank when the victim kept insisting she had seen
something ‘not human’. “Six of the victims have described this…in detail.
Looks like a demon to me.”

The vampire took the picture from her, comparing it to what he remembered of
the drawing Cordelia had done the night before. “Could be.”

“-Could- be?” Kate sighed, exasperated. “What –else- could it be?”

“Anything other than human…” Angel smirked. He knew for a fact it was a demon,
Cordelia’s vision having told her exactly that. But he was enjoying playing
with the detective. After everything she had put him through – every harsh word
she had said, she deserved nothing less, especially when she was asking him for
a –favor-. When a very unladylike snarl poured forth from her lips he dropped
his serious mask back into place. “I’ll look into it and call you if I find
anything.”

“You do that.” Detective Lockely smirked. “Just remember. I’m still watching
you. Helping me out on this –might- put you back in my good graces.” With
another smirk she was gone.

“’Back in my good graces’.” Angel rolled his eyes to the empty room as he
mocked the departed Detective. He groaned. “Just what I was hoping for.”
 

~Part 3~

Xander looked around the small room of the hotel he had chosen, trying to get
up the courage it would take to venture down to the kitchen for something to
eat. He hadn’t left the room since the towel incident that morning and it was
finally starting to catch up to him.

Or his stomach at least.

Smoothing down the baggy jeans he was wearing and turning off the latest
episode of ‘Passions’, the young man stood and put a hesitant hand on the
doorknob of the room, turning it as though it might jump out and startle him at
any moment. Cracking it open, he stuck his head out, looking up and down the
hall for any sign of life.

There was none.

With slow steps Xander made his way towards the end of the hall and the stairs,
taking them one at a time and trying to divert his attention from the
embarrassment he had felt that morning and to the sounds of people talking in
the lobby,

“They raised the rent! Can you believe it?” Cordelia whined, her eyes flashing
dangerously. “Two hundred more dollars a month! I can barely afford what I was
paying before!”

Xander watched as Angel put his arm around the former cheerleader’s shoulder
and felt a twinge of something remarkably like jealousy thrill through him. He
stopped on the bottom step, watching the scene before him with a small amount
of interest and a lot of feelings he couldn’t quite understand.

“You could always stay here, Delia.” Angel smiled softly to his receptionist.
“Think of all the shopping you could do if you weren’t paying –any- rent.”

Cordelia’s eyes grew wide. “You know, Angel. You have a point. Why should I be
paying any rent at all when there’s tons of rooms here?”

Xander felt something within him clench as the cheerleader kissed Angel on the
cheek. He knew she was only showing her appreciation for the vampire’s
generosity but it still irked him. {Like you have a right to be upset,} he
sighed internally. {You haven’t made a single move on him yet.}

“Xander?”

The young man shook himself from his reverie, noticing for the first time that
all eyes in the lobby were on him. “Sorry, Wills, was thinking.” He threw the
red head a smile, ignoring the stabs of embarrassment he was feeling.

“S’ok.” She grinned. “Glad to see you finally decided to join the living…” She
glanced hastily at Spike and Angel. “And unliving that is.” Her face flushed
momentarily in a blush and she snuggled down into her mate’s arms.

“Yeah, well…what can I say? Stomach woke me up.” He grinned at Willow, ignoring
the vampire standing only a few feet away from him. His stomach lurched with
the desire to touch him – to feel if that smooth skin really was as cool as it
looked. “Anyone wanna show me the kitchen?”

Cordelia smothered a smile. She knew from Gunn’s account of what had happened
while she went to get Xander’s bag that morning that the feelings her boss had
towards her ex-boyfriend weren’t necessarily all one sided. From the account he
had given, she was pretty sure Xander felt the same way – the way he was
studiously avoiding even looking at the dark haired vampire only added further
evidence. Now all she needed to do was confirm it. “C’mon, Xan…I’ll show you.”

Xander allowed himself to be pulled along the dim hallway leading away from the
lobby, not even bothering to remember the way to the kitchen as they walked.
His brain was filled with mixed thoughts and his body with conflicting
emotions. It was hard to be around someone he wanted that bad and not even be
able to touch them – to even have the nerve to let them know how he felt.

“So…” Cordelia grinned, grabbing a loaf of bread and laying out some napkins on
the wooden island in the center of the kitchen. She turned back to the
refrigerator, grabbing enough items to make some sandwiches. “How long have you
wanted Angel?”

“Two years…” His voice trailed off, brown eyes growing liquid with fear.
Turning to her he opened his mouth twice before finding his voice again. “Did I
just say that outloud?”

“Yep.” The brunette chuckled softly.

“Oh God.” Xander leaned back against the far wall, closing his eyes. “I can’t
believe I admitted that to you…only Wills and Spike knew….”

The former cheerleader snorted, spreading the mayonnaise evenly on the bread in
front of her. “Well you did. So deal.” She spared him a small smile. “Now what
are you going to do about it? To get him?”

“Nothing!” The young man said sharply, his eyes flying open. “I’m not going to
do anything and neither are you.” He cast her a stern look. “There is no way I
am going to embarrass myself by telling Angel…”

“Telling me what?” Angel asked quietly as he strode in the room, heading
straight for the refrigerator. He was almost sorry he had been to caught up in
his own thoughts to hear the beginning of a conversation so obviously about
him.

“N..Nothing…” Xander stammered. He grabbed a sandwich from the counter, eyes
firmly planted on the wall in front of him. “Thanks, Delia.”

Cordelia sighed as her former boyfriend bolted from the room. She knew Angel
wanted him and he wanted Angel – but a little part of her conscience nagged her
that it wasn’t her place to get them together. That it was their business and
none of hers.

Angel watched as the object of his desire ran from the room – ran from him. He
sighed, putting a mug of blood in the microwave. “What was that about?”

“Nothing.” The pretty brunette murmured, deciding to let her conscience win for
the moment. She picked up her own sandwich and patted him on the shoulder.
“Absolutely nothing.”

He could tell she wasn’t telling him something, but didn’t prod. She would tell
him when she was ready to. “Wes is back. He went to Caritas and got some info
on the demon.”

Cordelia grinned. “What did he sing?”

“’La Vida Loca’”

“He did –not-!” Cordelia choked out around a bite of her sandwich. She laughed,
trying to catch her breath as she pictured the uptight former Watcher singing
anything by that bon-bon shaking Latin music star.

Angel nodded, smiling. “He’s about to take Gunn to the lair to see what they
can find out.”

Grinning, the former cheerleader followed her boss back out to the lobby. She
hid a smirk at the sight of Wesley in his leathers. The image just wasn’t the
fear inspiring thing she knew he wanted it to be and it never ceased to bring a
smile to her face.

“Dawg…I am –not- wearing that.”

“Then you won’t go with me.” Wesley smirked. He thrust the helmet in his hand
at the man in front of him one more time. “Stop being such a baby and put the
bloody thing on, Gunn. Or are you afraid of what everyone will think of you?”

Gunn grabbed at the pink helmet, shoving it on his head with a snarl and
starting towards the door. He stopped, not even turning to throw over his
shoulder. “Come on then, Wussy. Lets go.”
 

~Part 4~

It was the end of the earth.

Had to be.

“Just give it to me, Delia, and everything will be o-k.” Angel held his hand
out to the receptionist, his tone soft and placating.

“No. Nothing you can say can make me. Its mine.” She clutched the tube to her
chest, slowly backing towards the doorway. Only one day into living in the
hotel and already she was regretting it. Waking up to find that all her hair
gel had mysteriously disappeared was definitely a bad spot to the morning. She
had come to Angel’s bathroom, knowing that with his hair he –had- to have
something good.

Only to find one –little-, -tiny- tube of gel that had to be at least a year
old.

Oh well, at least it was something.

“What is all the arguing about?” Wesley muttered. He had been able to hear the
two of them from his vantage in the room next door and had gotten increasinly
annoyed. The day before, staking out the trickster demon’s lair, had been
tiring. But he and Gunn had finally located the exact cave the thing had holed
up in. Now he just had to find out how to stop it.

If only he could get a little peace and quiet.

“She won’t give me the hair gel.” Angel sighed, running a hand through his own,
un-gelled hair.

Wesley raised an eyebrow and, quicker than Cordelia could react, grabbed the
tube from her. “There, now. Both of you shall suffer.” Turning on his heel he
retreated back to his room, locking it with a loud click.

Cordelia sighed. “I can’t believe all the gel in the whole hotel is gone.”

Angel nodded, debating on trying to find some sort of hat to wear. He couldn’t
go downstairs with his hair –ungelled-! It just wasn’t civilized. “Its probably
that damn demon, playing tricks on us.”

“It –must- be stopped.” The former cheerleader snarled, stalking from the room.
 

“Hey, Delia…OW!” Xander yelped, slamming himself out of the way of the irate
looking receptionist. “Nice to see you, too!!!” He called out, turning back to
the path he was making to his room, glass of milk in hand.

“Watch out!”

The warning came too late and, with a splash, Xander found his milk all over
his shirt…and Angel’s. He looked up into the brown eyes of the other man,
swallowing. “Sorry, Angel…wasn’t looking where I was going.”

The vampire nodded, trying to still his emotions. The young man was so close he
could feel the warm breath seeping from his mouth, blowing out across his own
cold skin. Flicking his tongue across his lips he tried to speak, to tell him
it was ok and nothing to be sorry about – he could always change clothes.

That’s what he wanted to do, anyway.

When his lips met Xander’s he knew instantly that what he had wanted to do had
suddenly taken a weird turn somewhere and gotten caught up in what he –really-
wanted to do. For a moment he allowed himself to enjoy it – then he pulled
back, the apologies already coming to his mouth.

“Wow…”

Angel’s head jerked up, his face blank and the ‘sorries’ dying on his pale
lips. He blinked, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He had kissed
Xander, finally, and now the boy was saying… “Wow?”

“Yeah.” Xander shook his head. “I always knew kissing you would be intense but
that was…well…WoW!” Then the weight of what had happened crashed into him.
“Fuck. Did I just say that outloud? I’ve been doing that a lot lately, just
ignore me.” He slapped his forehead with his palm – feeling almost as idiotic
as the time he had called the wrong number in hopes of finding a phone sex
line. How could he have just admitted to thinking of kissing the man he had hid
his crush on for years? “Stupid, stupid me.”

“Um…Xander?” Angel smirked. He hadn’t missed the part where Xander had admitted
to thinking about kissing him before that moment. Suddenly Cordelia’s secrecy a
few days before made sense…and Xander’s comment about not telling him
something. “Xander…Harris!”

Xander’s mouth shut with a snap and he returned his attention to the vampire
standing in front of him. “Um…yes?”

“Shut up for a minute.” Then Angel was kissing him again and talking didn’t
seem so important.
 

~Part 5~

“They’re cute together.” Cordelia grinned, watching as Angel and Xander leaned
in closer together on the couch. The movie on the television wasn’t something
she would have chosen, but they both seemed to be enjoying it. Or maybe they
were just enjoying each other.

“Yeah. Just like you and Gunn.” Willow grinned, grabbing another handful of
popcorn. The demon had been defeated relatively easily – no spells needed, no
ancient rites. Just some really bad jokes – apparently demons of that type
couldn’t stand corny humor. So now it was time to celebrate the slaying of the
baddie – thus the National Lampoon festival currently taking place in the lobby
of Angel Investigations.

“We are not…!” The outrage died on the cheerleader’s lips and she sighed,
looking across the room at the handsome, street-wise man sitting only a few
feet away. “We aren’t anything, Wills. He doesn’t want us to be…”

The red head practically choked on her popcorn. “Did he tell you this?”

“Well…no.” The brunette admitted slowly. She lowered her voice. “But he teases
me all the time and he can be so mean sometimes.”

“Just like how boys used to treat girls they liked in kindergarten.” Willow
added knowledgably. “Face it, Delia. Its not that he doesn’t like you, its that
he DOES.”

“You think?” The former cheerleader tilted her head to the side before
shrugging. “Doesn’t matter – how can I be sure?”

Willow grinned. “Could always do what Angel did to Xan and just go kiss him…”

“Just go kiss him…” Cordelia rolled the words around in her mouth, eyes
lighting up. “Good idea!”

Green eyes widened with surprise as the brunette stalked across the room. “I
was just joking…” She whispered, leaning across Spike to get a better view of
what was to come. She turned the blonde’s head in time for him to see the kiss
begin.

“Now that is one –hot- kiss!” Spike grinned. He leaned down, nuzzling his
mate’s neck as the two across the room intensified their lip-locking.

“Un-huh!” Willow grinned. Cordelia was now sitting firmly in Gunn’s lap and she
didn’t see any signs that they would be stopping any time soon. “Wanna go back
to our room and create some heat of our own?”

“Thought you’d never bloody ask…” Spike growled, picking his witch up and
taking her from the room.

“Think they have an idea?” Xander asked Angel, never taking his eyes from the
movie. He grabbed another piece of popcorn from the bowl next to him on the
couch.

“Could be fun.” Angel smiled softly, his tone non-committal.

“Whipped cream?”

The vampire turned slowly, smirking at the now grinning human. “Go get it and
meet me upstairs…and don’t be slow.”

“Yes sir!” Xander grinned. He tapped off the movie, racing to the kitchen as
his lover stood and stretched.

“Night you two.” Angel murmured, turning off the lights to the lobby and
leaving his employees the privacy they so needed as he made his way upstairs to
wait for Xander.

And the whipped cream.
 

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