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Title: Self-Destruct Button (13/?)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 1249
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Setting: Buffy – Post “Chosen”/Angel – set shortly after “Damage.”
Summary: Willow gets a party invitation from a certain warlock in Los Angeles.
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Willow stepped into Angel’s office, ignoring Angel, Gunn, Wesley and Fred, and marched across the room toward Eve who was conveniently perched on one of Angel’s leather chairs. The smug smile that still curved the lips of Wolfram and Hart’s special liaison served to incite Willow’s anger and without the slightest hint of hesitation, Willow reached forward and slapped Eve across the face. The sharp sound that echoed through the room as her palm made contact with Eve’s cheek was truly satisfying and the chorus of “You go, girl!” from Harmony and Fred didn’t hurt either.
“You tricked me,” Willow explained, drawing her hand back and rubbing her palm, hoping to soothe the sting away. “And Spike.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Eve hissed, affronted. “When I tell the senior partners that you assaulted me, you’re going to have a serious problem on your hands, witch.”
“Pretty sure you’re going to be the one with the problem, Eve,” Willow replied, pulling the amulet out of her pocket and chucking it into Eve’s lap. “Want to explain why this tried to kill Spike instead of warning the troops that Vail’s party was a big ole trap?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Eve replied, almost sounding innocent of ill intentions, as she tried to stand up. “They just gave me that amulet. If it didn’t work, it’s not my fault.”
“Beg to differ, pet,” Spike replied, stepping closer to Willow while simultaneously blocking Eve’s escape, forcing her to sit back down again. “I think you knew damn well that amulet was a dud.”
“Look, I don’t know what-,” Eve started, before snapping her mouth shut. The spot on her cheek was reddening with each passing second. When Eve spoke again, she glared at the group. “God, I’m the victim here. That bitch just smacked me and you goons are standing around like you don’t even care. ”
Willow frowned at Eve’s sudden side-step. Clearly, their current interrogation technique was getting them nowhere, which was unfortunate, because after succumbing to her baser instinct, Willow was ready to see Eve crack like an egg.
“’Course we don’t care,” Spike replied. “You deserved it, bint. My girl can’t be faulted for having a mean bitch slap.”
My girl?
Hearing those words was enough to take Willow to a whole new place. A whole new place where she was the one being painted into a corner, forced to divulge all her secrets to the Angel Interrogation Team. Sure, she’d already bounded over the scary hump of telling Buffy and that had gone well enough and if she really thought about it, Angel probably knew already given that he’d walked in on her and Spike about six hours post-coitus. He hadn’t said anything to her about it, but why would he have? It wasn’t like Angel was intrusive or anything. Plus, he probably wouldn’t want to dwell on the fact that his soul, unlike Spike’s, came with a happiness clause that prevented him from having fun times with the ladies.
And that was super unfair, wasn’t it?
If only she’d figured out how to change that, ‘cause if she had, then Angelus would probably be locked inside of Angel forever and ever and ever. That would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?
“Ugh,” Eve groaned, rolling her eyes and shifting in her seat. “Whatever.” Once again, Eve attempted to rise from the chair and once again, Spike blocked her.
“Sit down, you hussy,” Harmony hissed, making her way across the room to join the Willow-Spike huddle. The others in the room were clearly content to remain the audience.
With a vaguely intimidating snarl, Harmony pressed both hands into the arms of the chair and brought her face inches from Eve’s. “There may be rules here about biting people, but I’m pretty sure Bossy will make an exception. Won’t you, Bossy? I would totally bite her for the team.”
“What?” Eve asked, an unexpected panic rising in her voice as she stared at Angel. Willow turned her head slightly, catching the contemplative look in Angel’s dark eyes. She doubted that Angel would actually let Harmony take a chunk out of Eve’s neck, but it was fun to pretend that he might say yes.
“Start talking, Eve,” Angel commanded, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“Not fair,” Harmony pouted.
“Totally fair,” Eve replied, exhaling a shaky breath. Apparently, the threat of having Harmony sic’ed on her was enough to force the whole kit and caboodle to tumble from her lips. “The senior partners didn’t make that amulet for Vail. They made it to keep you under their thumb.”
“Keep who?” Fred asked. “Angel’s not exactly the type to wear shiny, girlie necklaces.”
Spike guffawed, his face radiating with infectious amusement. His gleeful countenance was enough to permit a giggle to escape from Willow’s lips as well. She couldn’t be serious all the time….
“Willow,” Eve said. “The senior partners recognized she needed to be reined in after that clone-the-Slayers spell she performed and wanted to ensure that she would be placed in the Circle’s path. The amulet was designed to alert Cyvus to your betrayal. Not the other way around.”
Willow couldn’t deny the truth of that. The amulet had been a homing beacon almost the moment she’d put it on. That’s why she and Spike had been attacked by that horde of demons, why there had been another band of them lurking down the block from the warehouse. Hell, that amulet was probably the reason why there hadn’t actually been a party. The darn thing had probably warned the entire Circle to steer clear of the shindig.
“Then why the vampire repellant properties?” Willow inquired.
“For shits and giggles,” Eve retorted. “Thought it would be funny if you burned up your boyfriend. I had Knox install those before you went out for the night. I’m not stupid, witch, and Knox is…pleasantly gullible. Nerd will do anything for a touch.”
Willow resisted the urge to smack Eve again, balling her fists at her sides. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to because Harmony was quick to punch Eve in the jaw.
“OWWWW!” Eve screeched, clutching her face with both hands. “I thought you said she wasn’t going to hurt me, Angel!”
“Hitting is not the same as biting,” Angel said, shrugging.
“You’re a bitch,” Harmony replied, pursing her lips. “And Willow’s not evil anymore so she shouldn’t have to be the one doing all the hitting.”
Willow couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Never, in a million years, would she have guessed that Harmony would prove herself to be sort of friend-like. It was an oddly welcome surprise.
“Willow.”
Hearing her name, however, was not a welcome surprise. In fact, it was super not welcome because the person saying her name had absolutely no right to show up here. Not now. Not when they were getting answers out of Eve and preparing to take on the Circle of the Black Thorn. Not when she and Spike had recently acted on feelings that definitely made her not-so-gay anymore.
Willow inhaled sharply, turning on her heel to face the entrance to Angel’s office, to face her ex-girlfriend.
“This is really not a good time, Kennedy.”
Kennedy arched her eyebrow, her arms akimbo, leaning against the door frame. Everything about her stance made Willow aware that Kennedy was determined to get her way in their relationship one last time. “Then make it one.”
Chapter 14
I can't necessarily promise that we'll be back to weekly updates, but I can assure you all that it won't be another month and a half before I post again.
Thanks for being patient with me!
Title: Self-Destruct Button (13/?)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Word Count: 1249
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Setting: Buffy – Post “Chosen”/Angel – set shortly after “Damage.”
Summary: Willow gets a party invitation from a certain warlock in Los Angeles.
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spikesredqueenWillow stepped into Angel’s office, ignoring Angel, Gunn, Wesley and Fred, and marched across the room toward Eve who was conveniently perched on one of Angel’s leather chairs. The smug smile that still curved the lips of Wolfram and Hart’s special liaison served to incite Willow’s anger and without the slightest hint of hesitation, Willow reached forward and slapped Eve across the face. The sharp sound that echoed through the room as her palm made contact with Eve’s cheek was truly satisfying and the chorus of “You go, girl!” from Harmony and Fred didn’t hurt either.
“You tricked me,” Willow explained, drawing her hand back and rubbing her palm, hoping to soothe the sting away. “And Spike.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Eve hissed, affronted. “When I tell the senior partners that you assaulted me, you’re going to have a serious problem on your hands, witch.”
“Pretty sure you’re going to be the one with the problem, Eve,” Willow replied, pulling the amulet out of her pocket and chucking it into Eve’s lap. “Want to explain why this tried to kill Spike instead of warning the troops that Vail’s party was a big ole trap?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Eve replied, almost sounding innocent of ill intentions, as she tried to stand up. “They just gave me that amulet. If it didn’t work, it’s not my fault.”
“Beg to differ, pet,” Spike replied, stepping closer to Willow while simultaneously blocking Eve’s escape, forcing her to sit back down again. “I think you knew damn well that amulet was a dud.”
“Look, I don’t know what-,” Eve started, before snapping her mouth shut. The spot on her cheek was reddening with each passing second. When Eve spoke again, she glared at the group. “God, I’m the victim here. That bitch just smacked me and you goons are standing around like you don’t even care. ”
Willow frowned at Eve’s sudden side-step. Clearly, their current interrogation technique was getting them nowhere, which was unfortunate, because after succumbing to her baser instinct, Willow was ready to see Eve crack like an egg.
“’Course we don’t care,” Spike replied. “You deserved it, bint. My girl can’t be faulted for having a mean bitch slap.”
My girl?
Hearing those words was enough to take Willow to a whole new place. A whole new place where she was the one being painted into a corner, forced to divulge all her secrets to the Angel Interrogation Team. Sure, she’d already bounded over the scary hump of telling Buffy and that had gone well enough and if she really thought about it, Angel probably knew already given that he’d walked in on her and Spike about six hours post-coitus. He hadn’t said anything to her about it, but why would he have? It wasn’t like Angel was intrusive or anything. Plus, he probably wouldn’t want to dwell on the fact that his soul, unlike Spike’s, came with a happiness clause that prevented him from having fun times with the ladies.
And that was super unfair, wasn’t it?
If only she’d figured out how to change that, ‘cause if she had, then Angelus would probably be locked inside of Angel forever and ever and ever. That would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?
“Ugh,” Eve groaned, rolling her eyes and shifting in her seat. “Whatever.” Once again, Eve attempted to rise from the chair and once again, Spike blocked her.
“Sit down, you hussy,” Harmony hissed, making her way across the room to join the Willow-Spike huddle. The others in the room were clearly content to remain the audience.
With a vaguely intimidating snarl, Harmony pressed both hands into the arms of the chair and brought her face inches from Eve’s. “There may be rules here about biting people, but I’m pretty sure Bossy will make an exception. Won’t you, Bossy? I would totally bite her for the team.”
“What?” Eve asked, an unexpected panic rising in her voice as she stared at Angel. Willow turned her head slightly, catching the contemplative look in Angel’s dark eyes. She doubted that Angel would actually let Harmony take a chunk out of Eve’s neck, but it was fun to pretend that he might say yes.
“Start talking, Eve,” Angel commanded, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“Not fair,” Harmony pouted.
“Totally fair,” Eve replied, exhaling a shaky breath. Apparently, the threat of having Harmony sic’ed on her was enough to force the whole kit and caboodle to tumble from her lips. “The senior partners didn’t make that amulet for Vail. They made it to keep you under their thumb.”
“Keep who?” Fred asked. “Angel’s not exactly the type to wear shiny, girlie necklaces.”
Spike guffawed, his face radiating with infectious amusement. His gleeful countenance was enough to permit a giggle to escape from Willow’s lips as well. She couldn’t be serious all the time….
“Willow,” Eve said. “The senior partners recognized she needed to be reined in after that clone-the-Slayers spell she performed and wanted to ensure that she would be placed in the Circle’s path. The amulet was designed to alert Cyvus to your betrayal. Not the other way around.”
Willow couldn’t deny the truth of that. The amulet had been a homing beacon almost the moment she’d put it on. That’s why she and Spike had been attacked by that horde of demons, why there had been another band of them lurking down the block from the warehouse. Hell, that amulet was probably the reason why there hadn’t actually been a party. The darn thing had probably warned the entire Circle to steer clear of the shindig.
“Then why the vampire repellant properties?” Willow inquired.
“For shits and giggles,” Eve retorted. “Thought it would be funny if you burned up your boyfriend. I had Knox install those before you went out for the night. I’m not stupid, witch, and Knox is…pleasantly gullible. Nerd will do anything for a touch.”
Willow resisted the urge to smack Eve again, balling her fists at her sides. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to because Harmony was quick to punch Eve in the jaw.
“OWWWW!” Eve screeched, clutching her face with both hands. “I thought you said she wasn’t going to hurt me, Angel!”
“Hitting is not the same as biting,” Angel said, shrugging.
“You’re a bitch,” Harmony replied, pursing her lips. “And Willow’s not evil anymore so she shouldn’t have to be the one doing all the hitting.”
Willow couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Never, in a million years, would she have guessed that Harmony would prove herself to be sort of friend-like. It was an oddly welcome surprise.
“Willow.”
Hearing her name, however, was not a welcome surprise. In fact, it was super not welcome because the person saying her name had absolutely no right to show up here. Not now. Not when they were getting answers out of Eve and preparing to take on the Circle of the Black Thorn. Not when she and Spike had recently acted on feelings that definitely made her not-so-gay anymore.
Willow inhaled sharply, turning on her heel to face the entrance to Angel’s office, to face her ex-girlfriend.
“This is really not a good time, Kennedy.”
Kennedy arched her eyebrow, her arms akimbo, leaning against the door frame. Everything about her stance made Willow aware that Kennedy was determined to get her way in their relationship one last time. “Then make it one.”
Chapter 14