Willow and Cordelia arrived back at the house with a load of bags.
"I don't believe you bought this stuff." Cordelia said motioning towards Willows Victoria's Secrets bags.
"What?" Willow asked innocently.
"No one buys black lingerie unless they are planning to have sex." Cordy said knowingly. Willow let a mischievous look glimmer in her green eyes.
"So I've heard." She said. Cordy smiled at the girl's boldness. *She's learning from the best* she thought. Willow headed to the room to put her stuff away. Cordy smiled. She had a few of her own tricks up her sleeve. Willow wasn't the only bold one.
At around midnight the two vampires returned. All though they had found many a vampire there was no sign of the red horned demon they were after. Angel retreated to his room and Spike went off to the living room. Spike arrived to find that he wasn't the only one there. Willow was sitting on the chair eating a pint of chocolate chunk fudge ice cream watching TV. He took of his duster and collapsed on the couch next to the chair.
"Rough night?" Willow asked sympathetically.
"You can say that again red." He answered. She smiled at him.
"Well you're doing your part to help save the world." She said. Spike closed his eyes.
"Whatever you say pet." For a moment there was silence. Willow was quietly watching the television happily eating her ice cream. Spike opened his eyes and took a long look at her. She was wearing a green tank top with a pair of matching shorts that revealed too much of her tanned legs for Spike to remain comfortable. Her green eyes glittered in the light of the TV. Her lips slowly devoured the ice cream on the spoon as it slipped in and out of her mouth. For some reason the simple act of her eating ice cream mesmerized him. *What those lips could do to me* he thought. Wait this is red she's your friend that's it. But the image of her doing other things kept appearing in his mind. Stop it mate, he ordered himself.
"Spike?" Willow asked. She had finished the ice cream and she had her arms wrapped around herself.
"Yes pet?"
"Do you mind if I sit over on the couch?" She asked. Spike tried not to think about how little she was actually wearing.
"Sure red." He replied. Willow smiled gratefully and sat next to him slipping herself under the covers. *Thank God* Spike thought. If she was under the blankets he couldn't see her. That was a good thing. At least he thought it was at first. She sat next to him watching the television and everything seemed calm. Then she started shivering.
"It's cold." She whimpered.
"Not that bad." He said. Willow pulled the blankets more tightly around herself and kept shivering. After a few minutes Spike gave up and put his arm around her. She unconsciously snuggled close to him. She looked up at him. His whole attention seemed focused on the television.
"You look cute in the dark." She said quietly. For a minute she thought he hadn't heard her then he turned his head and looked down at her.
"Me?" He asked. Willow nodded.
"Who else?" She asked smiling. Then she turned back to the television leaving him to wonder what she was talking about.
Angel sighed and settled onto his bed. He lay on it for a few minutes trying to relax, but he only felt tension. There was a quiet knock on the door.
"Come in." He said. Cordy walked in wearing her usual black pajamas, a little tank top with black satin pants.
"Hey Delia." He greeted. She smiled and sat next to him.
"You all right?" She asked. He shrugged.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired." He admitted. Cordy smiled.
"How about one of my world famous massages?" She asked. The idea of
the brunette's hands being on him definitely pleased Angel.
"Why not?" He asked. Cordy nodded and sat behind him.
"You're going to have to take your shirt off you know?" She told him. He obediently removed his usual black silk shirt. Once again Cordy marveled at his well-muscled back. Her hands glided over his sleek skin tracing his tattoo lightly. His skin tingled from her touch. She rubbed his back slowly. It suddenly occurred to him that she might like him as much as he liked her.
Her hands moved lower and lower in small circles until she didn't have anywhere else to go. She finally wrapped her hands around his waist and hugged him. Her cheek rested against his back. He held her hands in his.
"I'm glad you're ok." She said quietly. She kissed his tattoo softly. Before he could do anything else she was gone. *Damn good thing this soul's permanent* he thought.
Spike tried to concentrate on the television as Willow shifted against him. He thought she was asleep but he couldn't be sure. A few minutes before her head had fallen onto his chest and he was pretty sure something like that wouldn't happen voluntarily on her part. The more he looked at the TV the less clear it was to him. All he could really think about was how warm she was against him. Her skin practically burned through the small shirt she was wearing and into his skin. He shifted once more. He didn't want to wake her because that would mean she would leave and he was enjoying her being next to him too much. But then again he knew if he didn't move her he was going to wake her for something else then going to bed. When she turned in her sleep and her arm lay across his chest he finally gave up.
"Hey red." He whispered. He eyes opened slowly.
"Oh I'm sorry. I kind of fell all over you." She said softly. But she made no move to get up.
"Why don't you go off to bed? I don't think there's enough room on the couch for both of us." He said. She nodded sleepily.
"Sure." She said. But her eyes closed again and she still wasn't moving. He gave up and lifted her easily into his arms. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest. Her hot breath seared his neck. Damn I wish she were mine, he thought. He lay her down in her bed and covered her up with the blankets. Then he kissed the top of her head.
"G'night red." He whispered. Willow smiled a little from dreamland.
"Night Spike." She said softly. As soon as she heard the door close her smile widened. God he smells good, she thought remembering the smell of his cologne as he held her in is arms. Tomorrow will be so much fun. That was her last thought as she drifted into dreams of Spike.