Title: LA Willow
Author: Challie B
Email: challieb_0730@yahoo.com
Rating: PG so far
Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy own everything; I’m broke so don’t sue me.
Summary: Willow & Spike need to get away.
Feedback: PLEASE. I need it like a drug.
Distribution: Fire & Ice, Lover’s Walk, WitchFanFic. Everyone else ask and ye shall receive.
Author's Notes: < > = thoughts.

Part 13/?


"Oh, good. You’re both here," Cordelia said as she carried bags into the apartment. Angel glanced up from his paper.

Willow followed closely behind Cordy with an equal amount of baggage. Cordy glanced at the two vampires. "Don’t just sit there. There’s more in the car," she told them before moving to deposit everything in the bedroom.

"Come on, Spike, help me carry the couple of frocks she bought," Angel said with a chuckle. He knew Cordelia would leave the bulk of the bags for him and Spike to retrieve.

They brought the rest of the purchases. It wasn’t easy, but between the two of them they did it in one trip. "Cordelia, you did leave something for the rest of Los Angeles to buy, didn’t you?"

Willow hit Cordelia’s shoulder. "I told you we bought too much. We saved the receipts, Angel, so we can take everything back."

Cordy hit her back. "Speak for yourself."

As he passed Willow, Angel dropped a kiss on her forehead. "I was teasing, Will. Did you have fun?"

She blushed as she followed him into the bedroom. "Yeah. Although I wouldn’t want to do it again."

"Didn’t like spending someone else’s money on a ton of clothes?" Spike asked as he dropped his bags on the bed.

"Oh, no. That was fun. I still feel guilty about buying so much, but I was talking about shopping with Cordelia."

The brunette looked up from the bag she was digging through. "Hey!"

"No offense, Cordy, but if shopping was an Olympic event they’d have to give you a platinum medal."

"In that case, thanks," she said as she returned to her digging.

Willow stared at the mountain of shopping bags covering the bed. It was a big bed, too. She noticed Spike nosing through a pink striped Victoria’s Secret bag. "Hey! Get out of there," she said as she slapped his hand.

"What? You’ve seen my boxers," he said as he reluctantly removed his hand from the bag of satin and lace. Pouting he asked, "Did you get me anything?"

"Spike!" Angel reprimanded.

"Actually I got you both presents. And I paid for it with my own money," she said poking through the multitude of bags.

"You didn’t have to do that, Willow," Angel said as he watched her. She had an excited energy about her. he mused.

"I know, but I wanted to. Here’s one." She pulled a brown paper bag free of the pile. "Now where did the other one go?" She searched some more before locating the other gift. "Here it is. Angel, this is for letting me stay here with you and letting me use your credit card." She handed over the plain white bag. Turning to Spike, she gave him the brown bag. "And this is for helping me put away the groceries."

Eagerly the peroxide blonde tore into the bag and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and a CD. "Thanks, luv. I was almost out." He glanced at the CD and promptly put it back in the bag. He glared at her. Willow scrunched her nose at him. "Thank you." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Angel waited for Spike to open his gift first. His childe had always been impatient. He pulled out a beautiful set of drawing pencils and a pack of high quality paper. "Thank you, Willow. They’re beautiful." he thought as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Cordy watched the entire exchange with only a slight case of nausea. "Okay. Out," she ordered, pushing the vampires out of the room. "We have to figure out what to wear tonight. Where are we going, anyway?"

"Sevens," Angel answered.

"Oohh. Going all out on this one, boss. Out." She shut the door behind them. Turning to Willow she grinned. "Let’s get started."

Spike glanced at the clock on the wall. "Cor, how long does it take to get dressed?" He was ready to go two hours ago.

Angel looked up from his desk. He was playing with his new drawing pencils. Willow had gone all out and purchased some high quality charcoal pencils. "About ten minutes. Per outfit. Another five for accessories. Maybe ten minutes to find the perfect shoes. Then you have to stare over again cuz the first five choices are always a mistake. That’s not including hair and make up," he said as he added some shading to his sketch.

The blonde glared at his sire. "You really are a pouf."

"I asked Cordelia once how long it took and she told me in detail," he chuckled.

Both of them looked up when the woman in question cleared her throat. "I would like to introduce the new, and I think improved, Willow Rosenburg. Ta dah," she announced fluttering her arms a la Vanna White.

Willow stepped hesitantly out of the bedroom. She wiped her damp hands on her hips. Cordy slapped her arm. "Stop that," she hissed. The ex-May Queen had managed to take the ex-nerd’s normally straight, I’m-not-going-to-do-what-you-want red hair and with only a simple curling iron and a good supply of Angel’s hair gel, create a mass of loose curls that tumbled around her face. Despite protest, Cordy had applied make-up in a "look at me cuz I’m gorgeous" statement. Willow insisted on picking out her own outfit. Cordy was pleasantly surprised at her choice. The simple lines of the boat neck, forest green top and straight lined black skirt only drew the eye to her subtle curves. They debated on shoes for the longest time, but finally settled on the knee high dark green suede boots.

Angel and Spike both looked shocked.

Cordy noticed their stunned appearance and smiled. Leaning closer to the nervous red head, she whispered, "Remember what I told you."

"Cordy’s rule number one: if I like it who cares what everyone else thinks," she whispered to herself. She repeated it to herself over and over until she began to believe it. < I do like this outfit. It’s not my usual comfy clothes, but I look damn good. >

"Well, don’t just sit there like lumps. Tell her how good she looks," Cordelia reprimanded the two gapped mouth vamps.

Angel shook himself out of his silence. "You do. Look good, I mean. Beautiful."

"Yeah," Spike added. He was still a little too stunned to form actual sentences.

"Well, have fun," Cordy said as she headed for the door.

"Cordelia, I though you were going with us," Willow said as she followed the brunette to the door.

If Spike had a heartbeat it would have been racing. While her top had a high neckline and hung just passed her waist, it had no back. he thought. He shifted in his seat as his pants got tighter.

"I have a date," Cordy explained as she pulled open the door.

"But...but..."

Cordelia leaned into Willow. "You look great. They want you. Have fun. I want details, well maybe not details, but at least Cliff notes. Just remember everything I told you," she whispered. The the two salivating men she waved. "Tootles." And then she left.

Taking a deep breath, the witch put on her best smile and turned to silent creatures in the living room. "Well, are you ready to go?"

Willow moved closer to her dancing partner. She laughed and flirted and was generally pissed at her escorts who had yet to dance with her. < I spend all that time and energy getting dressed. Even let Cordelia do my hair and make up. Just to get their attention and they don’t even speak two complete sentences to me all night. > Her partner grasped her hips and pulled up against him. she thought as he ground his pelvis into her.

Glaring at him, she tried to pull his hands off her body. He was very reluctant to let go until he heard a growl right behind him. Turning his head he looked into a pair of angry dark eyes. Quickly he released his hold on the hot red head. A pair of arms encircled her waist from behind. Glancing down at the hands rubbing small circles on her flat tummy she saw the black nail polish. Angel stepped forward to brush up against her front while Spike moved against her back.

"Took you long enough," she said as she draped one arm around Angel’s neck and the other around her back to embrace Spike.

"What can I say, pet? We’ve been in a state of shock since you came out of the bedroom," Spike growled against her neck.

Angel gently bit her earlobe. "In the end we’re both here. Isn’t that what counts?"

"We’ll see," she replied as the three of them continued to move to the throbbing bass music.

Most of the dancers in the club watched the trio with awe. They were quite a sight. A tall dark mysterious man, a lanky bleach blond bombshell and a fiery tempting redhead. The combination was sex personified. The men wanted her and the women wanted to be her.




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