Revenge is Best Served With a Side of Witch
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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5,050
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4
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Chapter 2
Title: Revenge is Best Served with a Side of Witch
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
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Chapter 2
They had opted to leave the mansion when Willow’s tummy betrayed her hunger. The dorm rooms were out of the question, so they headed out to Willow’s parents’ house. Her parents were out of town as per usual. All Willow had to do was leave a message at the dorm room for Buffy that she was going to spend the rest of Thanksgiving Break at her parents’ and then, blessed peace. They stayed up all night working out a plan of attack.
Their priority was freeing Spike. There was no easy way to do it. One way or another, someone was going to figure out her motives. Angel suggested that Willow let Giles know what was going on, since he would be the one to see reason before Buffy or Xander would.
Willow agreed and set about finding out when no one but Giles would be at his house. After a phone call or two, she found out that Xander and Buffy were going Bronzing Saturday night. It was the perfect time. She had told Giles that she wanted to talk to him and Spike alone. He a l a little confused but agreed to make sure they had privacy for their talk.
After Angel and Willow had set up everything to get Spike free, they decided to just talk, since they realized that in the years they had known each other, they had never really just talked. Oh sure, they had talked about Hellmouth-y stuff, but never about normal, everyday stuff.
“So,” Willow said taking a sip of her soda, “how’s Angel Investigations doing?”
“Not too bad, actually,” Angel said smiling. “It’s weird though, to have Cordelia around.”
Willow snorted with laughter, “I’ll bet.”
“She’s not as bad as I remembered her being. Then, there’s Doyle. He actually kind of reminds me of me when I was human. His accent always gs mgs me back home. It’s kind of nice to have another Irish lad around,” Angel said slipping into his old Irish brogue himself.
Willow sat there in wide-eyed wonder. “I didn’t know you were Irish, Angel!”
“Oh, yeah, born and bred.”
“Neat. I didn’t think ‘Angelus’ was an Irish name, though I didn’t ever think it was a name to begin with. I looked it up and could never find it as being used anywhere in the wobefobefore you came around,” Willow said thoughtfully. “I always wondered about that.”
“Well, ‘Angelus’ wasn’t my real name,” he said softly.
“Oh,” Willow said surprised. “So, what is your real name, or human name, or whatever?”
Angel chuckled a little and looked away from her saying softly, “Liam.”
“What?” Willow said. He’d said it so softly that she didn’t quite hear it.
“Liam. My human name was Liam,” he said not looking at her.
“Liam,” Willow said softly, studying Angel to see if the name fit.
“It suits you. Though, I do like Angel as well.”
“Yeah?” he said looking up with a goofy grin.
“Yeah,” Willow said smiling sweetly at him.
They sat there looking at each other quietly for a while before Angel noticed the approach of dawn. He didn’t want to go. It was comfortable here with Willow. She was different and sweet. Nothing like what Buffy had been. Buffy had been almost abrasive. Angel was sure that Willow would always be soft, like down feathers. He didn’t know when it had happened, but he was starting to develop feelings for Willow. And thinking about it, he didn’t mind that one bit. It actually made him a little bit happy.
“I uh, I should probably get going. Dawn ominoming soon,” Angel said standing up and stuffing his hands in his pants. Hlt alt awkward. He didn’t know if he should hug her, kiss her, or just leave.
“Oh, well, you don’t…um; you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We have an extra bedroom,” Willow said looking awkwardly at her feet. She could feel the heat of her blush spread all over her face and let her hair slide forward to cover her embarrassment at the situation.
If Angel’s heart still functioned, it would have skipped a beat. He wanted nothing more then to stay here with Willow. She was just so…just so Willow. He really didn’t know how to explain it to himself, so he didn’t try. He just accepted it and decided to take whatever they had, be it friendship or more, just one step at a time. He wasn’t sure of her feelings yet. Angel could wait though, and he would wait as long as she needed him too.
“Yeah, I guess I could stay,” Angel said trying not to sound too enthusiastic. He was rewarded with a bright smile from Willow.
She couldn’t believe it. He was staying, here, in her house. It was more then she could have ever wished for.
“Great,” Willow said and bounded up the stairs to the guest bedroom to set it up for Angel.
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They had both tried, unsuccessfully, to get some sleep before they had to go and meet with Giles. Willow couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Angel was just across the hall sleeping in whatever it was he slept in. She had nailed up some towels over the windows, since unfortunately that room got eastern exposure. She was so worried about it that she had offered Angel her room and said that she would sleep in the guest room. He just laughed and told her that he would be alright.
Angel was having just as hard of a time sleeping. He could hear that she was still awake and wondered what it was she slept in. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and got up, needing to move around. He surveyed the small room for a bit, but didfindfind anything of interest. Just the kind of little knick-knacks that everyone put in a guest room to make it feel homey. But, he was restless and needed to do something.
Quietly, he made his way out of the room and stopped by Willow’s. She had finally drifted off to sleep a few hours ago. He wished he was that lucky. He was tempted to go into her room and just watch her sleep, but that was too reminiscent of what Angelus had done when he’d made his appearance, so he contented himself with going downstairs.
They had both forgotten to sun-proof the downstairs. Thankfully the living room had a southern exposure, so he was pretty safe; however, the kitchen was bathed in sunlight. ‘Hopefully it won’t be later. I want to make Willow breakfast when she gets up,’ Angel said to himself.
By the time Willow started to stir, Angel had surveyed most of the house and found a way to block the sunlight in the kitchen so that he could make eggs, sausage, and toast for her.
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Willow awoke to the smell of cooking food making its’ way up to her. For a minute she was disoriented and thought that her parents had come home. Frantic she leaped out of bed to go explain to them why Angel was sleeping in the guest room and why he looked dead. Skidding to a halt in the kitchen she found something she thought she would never see. Angel cooking, apron and all.
She collapsed in a fit of laughter. Alarmed, Angel rushed to her side and helped her up, still wearing oven mitts. This just caused more laughter and she had to struggle to breathe.
Angel, however, was concerned and rushed to get her a glass of water, tossing the mitts when they hampered his progress. Finally, he set the glass down in front of her and looked at her concerned.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” she managed through the end of her laughter. “I’m fine.”
“What was that all about?” Angel asked confused.
“You,” Willow said simply.
“Me? What about me?”
“The apron. I woke up and thought my parents had come home so I rushed down here to tell them why a dead guy was in the guest room, and I walk in on you in an apron with oven mitts.” Willow was having a hard time trying not to laugh again.
“Oh,” he said smiling. “I just thought I’d make you some breakfast. I don’t know what you like, but I made scrambled eggs, sausage links, and some French toast. I hope you don’t mind.”
Willow beamed at him and said, “I love it! Thank you so much Angel, but you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he said smiling at her. “Besides, you have a lot of work to do later tonight. You need your strength and, well, breakfast is all I know how to cook.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” Willow said, and reached for the plate he was placing in front of her.
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TBC…….
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S/A
Summary: Willow, Spike and Angel need a little revenge on some people. Set right after ‘Pangs’ but basically it’s AU. I needed a mindless smut fic. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…though I will take Spike off Joss’ hands after Angel’s done *eg*
Distribution: If I post it it’s yours, otherwise just ask.
Spoilers: Slight spoiler for ‘Why We Fight’ Season 5 of A:tS.
Author’s Notes: This is for Becky. Cheer up chica!
Feedback: Yes please. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
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Chapter 2
They had opted to leave the mansion when Willow’s tummy betrayed her hunger. The dorm rooms were out of the question, so they headed out to Willow’s parents’ house. Her parents were out of town as per usual. All Willow had to do was leave a message at the dorm room for Buffy that she was going to spend the rest of Thanksgiving Break at her parents’ and then, blessed peace. They stayed up all night working out a plan of attack.
Their priority was freeing Spike. There was no easy way to do it. One way or another, someone was going to figure out her motives. Angel suggested that Willow let Giles know what was going on, since he would be the one to see reason before Buffy or Xander would.
Willow agreed and set about finding out when no one but Giles would be at his house. After a phone call or two, she found out that Xander and Buffy were going Bronzing Saturday night. It was the perfect time. She had told Giles that she wanted to talk to him and Spike alone. He a l a little confused but agreed to make sure they had privacy for their talk.
After Angel and Willow had set up everything to get Spike free, they decided to just talk, since they realized that in the years they had known each other, they had never really just talked. Oh sure, they had talked about Hellmouth-y stuff, but never about normal, everyday stuff.
“So,” Willow said taking a sip of her soda, “how’s Angel Investigations doing?”
“Not too bad, actually,” Angel said smiling. “It’s weird though, to have Cordelia around.”
Willow snorted with laughter, “I’ll bet.”
“She’s not as bad as I remembered her being. Then, there’s Doyle. He actually kind of reminds me of me when I was human. His accent always gs mgs me back home. It’s kind of nice to have another Irish lad around,” Angel said slipping into his old Irish brogue himself.
Willow sat there in wide-eyed wonder. “I didn’t know you were Irish, Angel!”
“Oh, yeah, born and bred.”
“Neat. I didn’t think ‘Angelus’ was an Irish name, though I didn’t ever think it was a name to begin with. I looked it up and could never find it as being used anywhere in the wobefobefore you came around,” Willow said thoughtfully. “I always wondered about that.”
“Well, ‘Angelus’ wasn’t my real name,” he said softly.
“Oh,” Willow said surprised. “So, what is your real name, or human name, or whatever?”
Angel chuckled a little and looked away from her saying softly, “Liam.”
“What?” Willow said. He’d said it so softly that she didn’t quite hear it.
“Liam. My human name was Liam,” he said not looking at her.
“Liam,” Willow said softly, studying Angel to see if the name fit.
“It suits you. Though, I do like Angel as well.”
“Yeah?” he said looking up with a goofy grin.
“Yeah,” Willow said smiling sweetly at him.
They sat there looking at each other quietly for a while before Angel noticed the approach of dawn. He didn’t want to go. It was comfortable here with Willow. She was different and sweet. Nothing like what Buffy had been. Buffy had been almost abrasive. Angel was sure that Willow would always be soft, like down feathers. He didn’t know when it had happened, but he was starting to develop feelings for Willow. And thinking about it, he didn’t mind that one bit. It actually made him a little bit happy.
“I uh, I should probably get going. Dawn ominoming soon,” Angel said standing up and stuffing his hands in his pants. Hlt alt awkward. He didn’t know if he should hug her, kiss her, or just leave.
“Oh, well, you don’t…um; you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We have an extra bedroom,” Willow said looking awkwardly at her feet. She could feel the heat of her blush spread all over her face and let her hair slide forward to cover her embarrassment at the situation.
If Angel’s heart still functioned, it would have skipped a beat. He wanted nothing more then to stay here with Willow. She was just so…just so Willow. He really didn’t know how to explain it to himself, so he didn’t try. He just accepted it and decided to take whatever they had, be it friendship or more, just one step at a time. He wasn’t sure of her feelings yet. Angel could wait though, and he would wait as long as she needed him too.
“Yeah, I guess I could stay,” Angel said trying not to sound too enthusiastic. He was rewarded with a bright smile from Willow.
She couldn’t believe it. He was staying, here, in her house. It was more then she could have ever wished for.
“Great,” Willow said and bounded up the stairs to the guest bedroom to set it up for Angel.
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They had both tried, unsuccessfully, to get some sleep before they had to go and meet with Giles. Willow couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Angel was just across the hall sleeping in whatever it was he slept in. She had nailed up some towels over the windows, since unfortunately that room got eastern exposure. She was so worried about it that she had offered Angel her room and said that she would sleep in the guest room. He just laughed and told her that he would be alright.
Angel was having just as hard of a time sleeping. He could hear that she was still awake and wondered what it was she slept in. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and got up, needing to move around. He surveyed the small room for a bit, but didfindfind anything of interest. Just the kind of little knick-knacks that everyone put in a guest room to make it feel homey. But, he was restless and needed to do something.
Quietly, he made his way out of the room and stopped by Willow’s. She had finally drifted off to sleep a few hours ago. He wished he was that lucky. He was tempted to go into her room and just watch her sleep, but that was too reminiscent of what Angelus had done when he’d made his appearance, so he contented himself with going downstairs.
They had both forgotten to sun-proof the downstairs. Thankfully the living room had a southern exposure, so he was pretty safe; however, the kitchen was bathed in sunlight. ‘Hopefully it won’t be later. I want to make Willow breakfast when she gets up,’ Angel said to himself.
By the time Willow started to stir, Angel had surveyed most of the house and found a way to block the sunlight in the kitchen so that he could make eggs, sausage, and toast for her.
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Willow awoke to the smell of cooking food making its’ way up to her. For a minute she was disoriented and thought that her parents had come home. Frantic she leaped out of bed to go explain to them why Angel was sleeping in the guest room and why he looked dead. Skidding to a halt in the kitchen she found something she thought she would never see. Angel cooking, apron and all.
She collapsed in a fit of laughter. Alarmed, Angel rushed to her side and helped her up, still wearing oven mitts. This just caused more laughter and she had to struggle to breathe.
Angel, however, was concerned and rushed to get her a glass of water, tossing the mitts when they hampered his progress. Finally, he set the glass down in front of her and looked at her concerned.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” she managed through the end of her laughter. “I’m fine.”
“What was that all about?” Angel asked confused.
“You,” Willow said simply.
“Me? What about me?”
“The apron. I woke up and thought my parents had come home so I rushed down here to tell them why a dead guy was in the guest room, and I walk in on you in an apron with oven mitts.” Willow was having a hard time trying not to laugh again.
“Oh,” he said smiling. “I just thought I’d make you some breakfast. I don’t know what you like, but I made scrambled eggs, sausage links, and some French toast. I hope you don’t mind.”
Willow beamed at him and said, “I love it! Thank you so much Angel, but you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he said smiling at her. “Besides, you have a lot of work to do later tonight. You need your strength and, well, breakfast is all I know how to cook.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” Willow said, and reached for the plate he was placing in front of her.
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TBC…….