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snoggedToday marks the birth of one of the sweetest ladies in all the fandom: Carla.
Earlier this month, she asked me for a Willow/Angel ficlet and this was the plot bunny that resulted.
I hope you like it, hun!! Thanks so much for being an awesome friend :)
Title: Curiosity
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon & co. own everything Buffy and Angel related. I don’t and never will.
Pairing: Willow/Angel, mentions Buffy/Angel
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: infidelity, first times, fluff/romance
Word Count: 1476
Summary: What if Angel had rescued Willow and Cordelia from the closet at the end of “School Hard?”
A/N: This is a birthday/early holiday present for my darling friend, Carla.
Beta: the sweet and lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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It was easy to track down their hiding place in the deserted school, almost as simple as a child’s game of hot and cold. He knew he had reached ‘boiling hot’ when the sound of Willow’s and Cordelia’s heartbeats prickled against his sensitive eardrums. There were also the added sounds of Cordelia’s harsh whispers. It was a wonder the two of them were still alive with the noise the brunette cheerleader was making. Any minion worth his salt could have found them, if minions had any brains to do so, of course.
He reached for the door handle and jiggled the knob. It was locked but easily breakable. Sunnydale High School didn’t rank high on the list of sturdy buildings. He focused his vampire strength into the lock and felt the metal bend and snap under the pressure.
“Oh god, we’re gonna die,” Cordelia gasped, as he pulled the door open and extended his hand to them.
“We’re not going to die, Cordy. It’s only Angel,” Willow admonished, grateful that someone had come to their rescue. Her soft, green eyes locked on his and Angel nodded as if he was receiving some kind of secret code from her. “Thanks by the way.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Cordelia said, her lips curling into a fake smile. She threw her arms around his neck, looking up at him with wide, damsel-in-distress eyes. “You’re my hero.”
The hug lingered one second past where Angel was comfortable and he gently pried the girl’s arms off of his neck. Cordelia rolled her eyes in annoyance, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt.
“And now that I’m out of that crappy hole…I’m going to get a facial and take a warm, bubble bath to rub the stink of freak out of my skin.” Cordelia batted her eyelashes at Angel. “You could join me if you want. Who know what would happen if all those bubbles popped.
Willow frowned and glanced at Angel. Cordelia could be such a twat sometimes. It was a wonder the girl kept hanging out with them. She really hoped that Angel had a sense of dignity and wouldn’t take the girl home with him. Instead, she wanted Angel to stick around and talk to her about Spike.
Angel blinked, noticing that the wheels in the redhead’s brain were suddenly working on hyper-drive. He had a sneaking suspicion that she wanted to know more about the vampire that had crashed parent-teacher night and she knew that he would know most of the answers.
“Bye, Cordelia. Have a safe trip home.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes, finally deciding she was to good for Angel anyways. There were better fish in the sea; fish that would bend to her every whim. If he wanted to hang out with losers, that was his prerogative. She knew he’d regret it later. They always did. With that final thought, she flounced down the hallway and out to her car, leaving Angel and Willow alone in the closet.
Willow’s hand encircled his wrist and pulled him further into the closet, closing the door behind them.
“Don’t you want to go home?” Angel asked, trying to pretend that he didn’t know what she was trying to do.
“Eventually. I mean, I should have been raring to go after being stuck in here for four hours with that heinous, narcissistic witch but then it occurred to me that I have a lot of questions. And frankly, mister, you have the answers. Or at least, I think you do. Please say you know more about the creepy, peroxide hair guy they call Spike?”
Angel chuckled, intrigued by Willow’s capacity for babbling. He had to admit that she looked particularly adorable with her cheeks shaded three different colors of red.
“I really need to stop doing that.”
“Its fine,” Angel replied. “What do you want to know?”
Willow sat down on a box of cleaning supplies and patted the spot next to her, hoping that he would take the invitation to sit down in the make-shift seat.
“Spike is…well, obviously quite dangerous and he’s a killer but I guess, what I want to know is, does it…does it hurt knowing he was one of yours?”
Angel pursed his lips, unsure of what answer to give her. It was no lie that he had a longstanding relationship with Spike. He had even felt the stir of feelings for his childe when they ran into each other again tonight. But it didn’t seem right to sully Willow’s unspoken innocence. Sure, the girl had spent time buried up to her nose in demon literature but what he had done with Spike in the past didn’t need to be added to her growing pile of knowledge.
“In a way,” Angel said finally.
Willow pushed out her bottom lip, obviously disappointed in his response. “Oh.”
Angel’s fingers brushed against her cheek and Willow gulped at the glimpse of demon she spotted glinting in his dark eyes.
“It’s safer not to know what I did with Spike, Willow. There are things in this life that you don’t get to take back. Spike…well, he was one of those things.”
“Is what you did…what happened with him, I mean…” Willow stammered, trying hard to find the words that would finish the sentence.
Angel pushed a lock of red hair behind the girl’s ears and he smelled the blood pumping through her skin. It was clear that neurotransmitters in the girl’s brain were firing on all circuits and he could sense a need building within her. If his own heart worked, he suspected it would be beating clear out of his chest based on his own needs and wants. Right now, in the moment, Willow was what he wanted and he was going to take her.
His lips moved to close the distance between them, brushing lightly against her soft ones. They tasted a bit like generic brand chap stick but were tinged with something a little spicier like cinnamon.
Willow’s head jerked back as if he had burned her mouth and her fingers gripped the fabric of her skirt as if it were the rope that would save her from a sinking ship of guilt. “You’re Buffy’s boyfriend.”
Angel nodded, his fingers tracing a line across her cheekbone to her jawbone to her collarbone. A moan escaped her lips and her body scooted closer to his without her brain’s permission.
He captured her lips in another kiss and his arm snaked around her back, her body acquiescing to his touch. His tongue slipped between her lips and her back arched in response, naturally granting him dominance
“Angel, I never…”
Angel pulled back, realizing that this was the very first kiss Willow had ever received. This was the first time she had felt sparks of lust burning inside her belly from a man’s touch. This was something that would require a gentle, coaxing touch. Certainly not something that he should do to her in a janitor’s closet at Sunnydale High.
He reached for her hand and pressed her palm against his chest. Willow inhaled sharply, wishing that she could feel his heartbeat thump against her skin to see if he was feeling the same way she was.
“Willow, we shouldn’t...”
Willow looked stung, ready for him to say the words she expected him too. Ready to hear the rejection to come pouring out of his mouth. Ready to hear that he really wasn’t interested in her at all and those kisses had been a ruse to get her to keep her mouth shut.
Angel quickly reworked the sentence and kissed her forehead. “Willow, I want to take you right here and now. Want to make you feel everything that I’m feeling when I look into your eyes. But I want to make this right for you. For it to be perfect. You deserve nothing less than that.”
Willow’s nose wrinkled and she leaned up to kiss him. This probably wasn’t what Buffy meant by Carpe Diem but she wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through her fingers. Xander didn’t even make her feel the way that Angel had within the last twenty minutes. That was a statistic her brain couldn’t ignore.
“Angel…” Willow paused, not sure she wanted to take on the reputation of the girl who puts out after her first kiss but something about the way his eyes met hers made her feel like everything was going to turn out rose-colored. “If what you’re saying is true…then I can’t think of any place better.”
Angel’s lips crushed against hers, fast and hard. There was no question in his mind now. This girl was going to set a new world in motion and it was going to be the most brilliant show anyone had ever seen. And he was going to be there every step of the way.
Earlier this month, she asked me for a Willow/Angel ficlet and this was the plot bunny that resulted.
I hope you like it, hun!! Thanks so much for being an awesome friend :)
Title: Curiosity
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon & co. own everything Buffy and Angel related. I don’t and never will.
Pairing: Willow/Angel, mentions Buffy/Angel
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: infidelity, first times, fluff/romance
Word Count: 1476
Summary: What if Angel had rescued Willow and Cordelia from the closet at the end of “School Hard?”
A/N: This is a birthday/early holiday present for my darling friend, Carla.
Beta: the sweet and lovely
spikesredqueenIt was easy to track down their hiding place in the deserted school, almost as simple as a child’s game of hot and cold. He knew he had reached ‘boiling hot’ when the sound of Willow’s and Cordelia’s heartbeats prickled against his sensitive eardrums. There were also the added sounds of Cordelia’s harsh whispers. It was a wonder the two of them were still alive with the noise the brunette cheerleader was making. Any minion worth his salt could have found them, if minions had any brains to do so, of course.
He reached for the door handle and jiggled the knob. It was locked but easily breakable. Sunnydale High School didn’t rank high on the list of sturdy buildings. He focused his vampire strength into the lock and felt the metal bend and snap under the pressure.
“Oh god, we’re gonna die,” Cordelia gasped, as he pulled the door open and extended his hand to them.
“We’re not going to die, Cordy. It’s only Angel,” Willow admonished, grateful that someone had come to their rescue. Her soft, green eyes locked on his and Angel nodded as if he was receiving some kind of secret code from her. “Thanks by the way.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Cordelia said, her lips curling into a fake smile. She threw her arms around his neck, looking up at him with wide, damsel-in-distress eyes. “You’re my hero.”
The hug lingered one second past where Angel was comfortable and he gently pried the girl’s arms off of his neck. Cordelia rolled her eyes in annoyance, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt.
“And now that I’m out of that crappy hole…I’m going to get a facial and take a warm, bubble bath to rub the stink of freak out of my skin.” Cordelia batted her eyelashes at Angel. “You could join me if you want. Who know what would happen if all those bubbles popped.
Willow frowned and glanced at Angel. Cordelia could be such a twat sometimes. It was a wonder the girl kept hanging out with them. She really hoped that Angel had a sense of dignity and wouldn’t take the girl home with him. Instead, she wanted Angel to stick around and talk to her about Spike.
Angel blinked, noticing that the wheels in the redhead’s brain were suddenly working on hyper-drive. He had a sneaking suspicion that she wanted to know more about the vampire that had crashed parent-teacher night and she knew that he would know most of the answers.
“Bye, Cordelia. Have a safe trip home.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes, finally deciding she was to good for Angel anyways. There were better fish in the sea; fish that would bend to her every whim. If he wanted to hang out with losers, that was his prerogative. She knew he’d regret it later. They always did. With that final thought, she flounced down the hallway and out to her car, leaving Angel and Willow alone in the closet.
Willow’s hand encircled his wrist and pulled him further into the closet, closing the door behind them.
“Don’t you want to go home?” Angel asked, trying to pretend that he didn’t know what she was trying to do.
“Eventually. I mean, I should have been raring to go after being stuck in here for four hours with that heinous, narcissistic witch but then it occurred to me that I have a lot of questions. And frankly, mister, you have the answers. Or at least, I think you do. Please say you know more about the creepy, peroxide hair guy they call Spike?”
Angel chuckled, intrigued by Willow’s capacity for babbling. He had to admit that she looked particularly adorable with her cheeks shaded three different colors of red.
“I really need to stop doing that.”
“Its fine,” Angel replied. “What do you want to know?”
Willow sat down on a box of cleaning supplies and patted the spot next to her, hoping that he would take the invitation to sit down in the make-shift seat.
“Spike is…well, obviously quite dangerous and he’s a killer but I guess, what I want to know is, does it…does it hurt knowing he was one of yours?”
Angel pursed his lips, unsure of what answer to give her. It was no lie that he had a longstanding relationship with Spike. He had even felt the stir of feelings for his childe when they ran into each other again tonight. But it didn’t seem right to sully Willow’s unspoken innocence. Sure, the girl had spent time buried up to her nose in demon literature but what he had done with Spike in the past didn’t need to be added to her growing pile of knowledge.
“In a way,” Angel said finally.
Willow pushed out her bottom lip, obviously disappointed in his response. “Oh.”
Angel’s fingers brushed against her cheek and Willow gulped at the glimpse of demon she spotted glinting in his dark eyes.
“It’s safer not to know what I did with Spike, Willow. There are things in this life that you don’t get to take back. Spike…well, he was one of those things.”
“Is what you did…what happened with him, I mean…” Willow stammered, trying hard to find the words that would finish the sentence.
Angel pushed a lock of red hair behind the girl’s ears and he smelled the blood pumping through her skin. It was clear that neurotransmitters in the girl’s brain were firing on all circuits and he could sense a need building within her. If his own heart worked, he suspected it would be beating clear out of his chest based on his own needs and wants. Right now, in the moment, Willow was what he wanted and he was going to take her.
His lips moved to close the distance between them, brushing lightly against her soft ones. They tasted a bit like generic brand chap stick but were tinged with something a little spicier like cinnamon.
Willow’s head jerked back as if he had burned her mouth and her fingers gripped the fabric of her skirt as if it were the rope that would save her from a sinking ship of guilt. “You’re Buffy’s boyfriend.”
Angel nodded, his fingers tracing a line across her cheekbone to her jawbone to her collarbone. A moan escaped her lips and her body scooted closer to his without her brain’s permission.
He captured her lips in another kiss and his arm snaked around her back, her body acquiescing to his touch. His tongue slipped between her lips and her back arched in response, naturally granting him dominance
“Angel, I never…”
Angel pulled back, realizing that this was the very first kiss Willow had ever received. This was the first time she had felt sparks of lust burning inside her belly from a man’s touch. This was something that would require a gentle, coaxing touch. Certainly not something that he should do to her in a janitor’s closet at Sunnydale High.
He reached for her hand and pressed her palm against his chest. Willow inhaled sharply, wishing that she could feel his heartbeat thump against her skin to see if he was feeling the same way she was.
“Willow, we shouldn’t...”
Willow looked stung, ready for him to say the words she expected him too. Ready to hear the rejection to come pouring out of his mouth. Ready to hear that he really wasn’t interested in her at all and those kisses had been a ruse to get her to keep her mouth shut.
Angel quickly reworked the sentence and kissed her forehead. “Willow, I want to take you right here and now. Want to make you feel everything that I’m feeling when I look into your eyes. But I want to make this right for you. For it to be perfect. You deserve nothing less than that.”
Willow’s nose wrinkled and she leaned up to kiss him. This probably wasn’t what Buffy meant by Carpe Diem but she wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through her fingers. Xander didn’t even make her feel the way that Angel had within the last twenty minutes. That was a statistic her brain couldn’t ignore.
“Angel…” Willow paused, not sure she wanted to take on the reputation of the girl who puts out after her first kiss but something about the way his eyes met hers made her feel like everything was going to turn out rose-colored. “If what you’re saying is true…then I can’t think of any place better.”
Angel’s lips crushed against hers, fast and hard. There was no question in his mind now. This girl was going to set a new world in motion and it was going to be the most brilliant show anyone had ever seen. And he was going to be there every step of the way.
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