"What would it be like to swing on a star, or walk on
a cloud? Would it be anything like what I feel
whenever you are near?"
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Willow and Anya were standing outside Spike's
apartment. No one knew where Spike lived in, but Willy
and now them. He never left any address, just a phone
number to Giles. It was rather surprising that his
place was located near the rich and wealthy section of
Sunnydale. Anya was expecting a run-down apartment at
some dark alley or something.
However, Willow was too angry to notice their
surroundings. Without even knocking, she opened the
door and stalked into his house. "Spike! Where are
you?" She opened the door of the first room she saw
and crashed into someone.
And that someone was dripping wet, wearing only a
towel, had a bruised jaw and blue eyes. "Willow. What
are you doing here?" Spike purred out in a silky
voice.
"Uh……I…uh…don't remember." Willow was trying rather
unsuccessfully to * not * look at Spike. [Don't look
at yummy Spike. Clad in a small towel. Ooh. Really?
Who cares about being good? Not me. I am so looking at
him.] "Um……Spike?"
"Yes, my luv."
"You think you could……um……turn around?" Willow
blushed. [Ooh, bad Willow.]
"Anything for you, ducks." Willow forgot to breathe as
Spike turned around, his beautiful back facing her.
With the towel riding low on his hips, she could just
catch a glimpse of his beautifully bare bottom. "Like
what you see, pet?"
"Hmm……." Willow was beyond any coherent sounds.
"Willow?" Anya called out,
"Hmmm……?" Spike winked at Willow and shifted his towel
slightly lower, causing her to lick her suddenly dry
lips.
"What are you doing with Spike in the room? Are you
guys having sex? Cause you're supposed to kick his ass
for being such a pig." Anya yelled from the living
room.
Willow snapped out of the desire fogging her brain up.
[Right, Willow. He's distracting you.] Spike cursed
before turned around and gave a weak grin. "Willow,
listen to me. I can explain."
"Explain! Spike! You are……argh….a bad vampire.
You……you hit Oz. And then you left Willy's without
paying for the damage. Then, you……you tried to
distract me by wearing this……this tiny excuse for a
towel. And how did you get that blue-black jaw?"
Willow exclaimed poking his chest with each statement.
"I fell down the stairs?" Willow rolled her eyes at
the same words Oz had said to her.
"Willow, I found something. The answering machine has
a * really * interesting message." Anya said,
ignoring Spike's growl at her. Willow walked out of
the room and sat down beside the machine while Anya
pressed the playback button.
"You know what to do. I'll call you back if I'm not
dust yet." It was Spike's voice followed by a beep
tone. Willow gave Anya a quizzical look. Anya just
mouthed wait. Willow waited.
"Um……Spike? This is Oz. You know, Wolf-boy? Um……Willow
came to my place just now with Anya. And I saw
the…uh…fireworks. It was……uh……a grand display. You
could try to distract her with something. That might
make her forget her anger. Uh……just some friendly
advice. Don't get burnt by the fireworks."
"Spike!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I really can explain, pet."
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"We're all a little weird. And, life is a little
weird. And, when we find someone whose weirdness is
compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall
into mutually satisfying weirdness...and call it
love."
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"Willow, please, open up and let me in. I promise I
will never get into any bloody fights with anyone
again." Spike roared from the opposite side of the
locked door of his apartment.
"Uh……Willow, maybe we should let him in. I mean, he's
been standing outside for an hour already. It's
cruel." Anya also couldn't stand Spike's shouting. She
covered her ears and screamed to Willow over Spike's
voice.
"Spike! Keep quiet!" Willow yelled. Immediately, there
was blessed silence. She gave a small smile as Anya
looked at the redhead in awe. Willow went back to
flipping through Spike's magazines and sipping hot
coffee. Anya helped herself to the bottle of red wine
she had found. Willow took out her book from her own
back after finishing the magazines.
"Willow, this fell out." Anya passed a white business
card to her. Willow took a closer look and grinned
evilly. She picked up the phone receiver and dialed
the familiar numbers. The phone rang for a while
before someone picked it up.
"Angel Investigations. We help the……"
"Cordelia? It's me, Willow. Is Angel in?"
"Oh. Hi Willow. Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for not asking.
Just hold on a second." There was some shouting in the
background before someone spoke into the receiver.
"Willow?" Angel's deep voice came through the line.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Hi Angel. Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to talk to
you."
"Oh." There was a pregnant pause.
"Okay, so it’s eleven at night. But you are going to
love this." Willow giggled.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"How about Spike and how he had a fight at Willy's
with Oz over me……"
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"So you kicked his shin, stomped on his foot, pulled
off the towel and locked him out of his own apartment
for two hours." There was a slight pause on Angel's
side.
"Yes. I did all that after lecturing him."
"So…..he' didn't wear anything at all for an hour?"
Angel asked again.
"Exactly. Not even his duster. Although Anya did take
pity on him after that and gave him a pair of white
boxers with red polka dots on them."
"And he's still outside right now?"
"Uh huh. 2 hours, 36 minutes, 5 seconds and counting."
"Wearing the white boxers with red polka dots?'
"Yup." Willow could hear loud laughter coming from the
other side of the line.
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LA: New Office of Angel Investigations.
Wesley stared at the dark-haired vampire who was
breathless with laughter, the telephone receiver
hanging uselessly at the side of the desk. He shook
Cordelia who had fallen asleep on the couch.
"Cordelia, wake up. You have to see this."
"What? It better be worth disturbing my beauty rest."
"It's a miracle. Angel's laughing out loud."