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Title: Self-Destruct Button (14/?)
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: 1404
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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“Are you freaking serious?” Willow asked, tensing her shoulders and throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. She wasn’t sure if the sheer level of frustration she had right now was purely because of Kennedy or if it was partly residual after what had just happened with Eve. Either way, Kennedy was about to get an earful. “You have no right to come in here and demand my time. Not after you chose to give me a freaking ultimatum. When it comes down to you or them, I’m always going to pick them. They’re my friends, Kennedy, and if you understood that, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Will…,” Kennedy started.
Willow narrowed her eyes, knowing that sentence was going to end with something like: “you’re being unreasonable” But she wasn’t being unreasonable. She was being very reasonable. Nowhere in her previous rant had she even asked Harmony to chase Kennedy down the hallway. That had to earn her some bonus points, right?
“Can’t we just go somewhere and talk?” Kennedy finished, flicking her gaze at the other people in the room.
“Don’t listen real well, do ya?” Spike asked. Willow hadn’t even heard him move across the room and here he was, standing right beside her, his fingers nudging against hers, encouraging her to take his hand. “Girl said go. Opposite of come.”
Willow interlocked her fingers with Spike’s and he squeezed her hand tightly. It was enough to greatly reduce the stress of the situation as well as assure Willow that Spike was there for her in a sense that went beyond physical intimacy. In all honesty, she didn’t want to hurt Kennedy, despite the way things had ended between them, but other than planting a big kiss on Spike’s lips, there was no better way to get the point across that Willow had moved on.
It didn’t take long for Kennedy to catch on and her face transformed into a mask of confusion and emotional numbness. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Well,” Willow tentatively began, a tiny smile curling the corners of her lips. “Spike and I have developed feelings for each other and those feelings have been acted on…in a very mutual fashion.”
“Excuse me?” Kennedy asked, staring at Willow and Spike in disbelief. “Are you trying to tell me that after years of successfully turning straight girls into raging hot lesbians, I turned a raging hot lesbian into a straight girl?”
“I wasn’t always a lesbian….”
“I know, I know. Wolf-boy took your virginity. Whatever. You still squirmed more for the tongue stud than you did for the plastic prick.”
Willow bit down on her lip. Hard. Maybe she should have let Kennedy talk to her in private. At least that way, Kennedy wouldn’t have revealed the dark and dirty secrets that were supposed to stay locked in the bedroom they no longer shared. Kiss and tell much?
“You want me to bite her?” Harmony offered; coming to Willow’s defense for the second time that evening. Not that Willow minded. Harmony had played a critical role in pushing her and Spike together, especially after Harmony had pointed out all the things that Spike had done – being a shoulder to cry on, watching the sunset with her in silence – that Kennedy had really never taken the time to do without added pressure and bribery.
“That won’t be necessary, Harmony,” Willow replied.
“Can I go now?” Eve whined, bringing the room’s attention back to her for one brief moment.
“Fine,” Angel said sternly. “But I can’t promise that Harmony won’t follow.”
Without another word, Eve wriggled her way past the blockade at the door and scampered out of Angel’s office as quick as her designer heels would take her.
“As for you, I’d advise that you follow suit. I believe that Willow has said all she needed to say and you would do right by her to respect that,” Angel said, turning towards Kennedy and flashing her the sort of withering stare that would make the strongest man in the world quiver in his boots. It was the sort of stare that would make Buffy proud.
“Whatever,” Kennedy retorted, realizing that she had worn out the tiny shred of welcome she had been given. “Can’t say I’m happy for you, Will, but it looks like papa’s got a loaded shotgun and you’re driving stick so there ain’t much I can do about it.”
“Guess not,” Willow replied. Although her heart wasn’t self-destructing quite the same way it did before, she could still feel a small piece of it crumble, a brief acknowledgement of what she was losing. But a second tight squeeze of Spike’s hand was enough to remind her of she was gaining from it.
“Later,” Kennedy added before ducking out the door and heading towards the bank of elevators at the far end. By the time Willow got around to finally mouthing the word “goodbye,” her ex-girlfriend had already descended three floors.
The silence that followed Kennedy’s departure didn’t last long and it was Wesley, who hadn’t really spoken yet, who cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I do feel that in order to be successful with Angel’s plan, we need to put it into action. We still don’t know which of our enemies are involved in this and I predict our window of opportunity is far narrower than it was before, especially if the senior partners were part of the plan to divert Willow from the side of good.”
Willow had to admit that Wesley had a point. Even if they were successful in getting Cyvus Vail to come to their party, they still knew nothing about the other members and if the Circle was as dastardly as Vail had claimed, then preparedness was key.
“How do we go about finding this information? It’s not like there’s a Circle of the Black Thorn directory or anything,” Fred pointed out.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if, like Cyvus Vail, all of the members were clients of Wolfram and Hart. But that doesn’t exactly narrow it down. The client files are extensive and span approximately seven football fields as well as eighty different realms. Not even the score for the H.M.S. Pinafore would be long enough to help us accomplish the task.” Gunn replied.
Willow brought her hand to her lips to cover the smile that was forming there. She found it rather cute that a hardened former soldier of the streets like Gunn would be so into Gilbert & Sullivan, but who was she to judge him for that?
To each his own.
“Well, there was one text I stumbled upon the other night while Willow and Spike were out,” Wesley replied, with a look that indicated that he might have some light to shed on the subject. “It showed me a symbol. A circle with eight spurs surrounding it. Looked a bit like an aerial view of a rose with extra long thorns.”
“Oh! That sounds good. Where’s the book, Wes?” Willow replied, letting excitement into her voice.
“Unfortunately, the text disappeared before I was able to examine it more closely,” Wesley said, looking crestfallen.
“Shoot.”
Spike released his grip on Willow’s hand and wrapped his now free arm around her waist. In turn, Willow rested her head on Spike’s shoulder and sighed deeply.
With Wesley’s little tidbit, they at least had a starting point, but the challenge currently being issued to them added up to one very lengthy and sleep-deprived night.
“I’ll get the coffee,” Wesley offered.
“I’ll get the blood,” Harmony chirped, once again demonstrating her newfound willingness to help the team.
“I’ll get more Hostess snack cakes,” Fred replied, pulling several Twinkies out of the pocket of her lab coat. “We always keep a bulk-sized box of them in the lab.”
Willow smiled, remembering what Xander had told her about Twinkies the night before the faced off against the Mayor of Sunnydale.
“Even if we don’t survive this apocalypse, Will, you can take comfort in the fact that Twinkies will always be the food of the people...and cockroaches will always be our pets.”
While she still wasn’t sold on the pet cockroaches idea and was aware that Twinkies were unfortunately perishable, she took comfort in the familiar face of the Hostess lady and the tasty cream that oozed onto her fingers the second she opened up the wrapper.
Pre-apocalyptic bliss.
Title: Self-Destruct Button (14/?)
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: 1404
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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spikesredqueen“Are you freaking serious?” Willow asked, tensing her shoulders and throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. She wasn’t sure if the sheer level of frustration she had right now was purely because of Kennedy or if it was partly residual after what had just happened with Eve. Either way, Kennedy was about to get an earful. “You have no right to come in here and demand my time. Not after you chose to give me a freaking ultimatum. When it comes down to you or them, I’m always going to pick them. They’re my friends, Kennedy, and if you understood that, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Will…,” Kennedy started.
Willow narrowed her eyes, knowing that sentence was going to end with something like: “you’re being unreasonable” But she wasn’t being unreasonable. She was being very reasonable. Nowhere in her previous rant had she even asked Harmony to chase Kennedy down the hallway. That had to earn her some bonus points, right?
“Can’t we just go somewhere and talk?” Kennedy finished, flicking her gaze at the other people in the room.
“Don’t listen real well, do ya?” Spike asked. Willow hadn’t even heard him move across the room and here he was, standing right beside her, his fingers nudging against hers, encouraging her to take his hand. “Girl said go. Opposite of come.”
Willow interlocked her fingers with Spike’s and he squeezed her hand tightly. It was enough to greatly reduce the stress of the situation as well as assure Willow that Spike was there for her in a sense that went beyond physical intimacy. In all honesty, she didn’t want to hurt Kennedy, despite the way things had ended between them, but other than planting a big kiss on Spike’s lips, there was no better way to get the point across that Willow had moved on.
It didn’t take long for Kennedy to catch on and her face transformed into a mask of confusion and emotional numbness. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Well,” Willow tentatively began, a tiny smile curling the corners of her lips. “Spike and I have developed feelings for each other and those feelings have been acted on…in a very mutual fashion.”
“Excuse me?” Kennedy asked, staring at Willow and Spike in disbelief. “Are you trying to tell me that after years of successfully turning straight girls into raging hot lesbians, I turned a raging hot lesbian into a straight girl?”
“I wasn’t always a lesbian….”
“I know, I know. Wolf-boy took your virginity. Whatever. You still squirmed more for the tongue stud than you did for the plastic prick.”
Willow bit down on her lip. Hard. Maybe she should have let Kennedy talk to her in private. At least that way, Kennedy wouldn’t have revealed the dark and dirty secrets that were supposed to stay locked in the bedroom they no longer shared. Kiss and tell much?
“You want me to bite her?” Harmony offered; coming to Willow’s defense for the second time that evening. Not that Willow minded. Harmony had played a critical role in pushing her and Spike together, especially after Harmony had pointed out all the things that Spike had done – being a shoulder to cry on, watching the sunset with her in silence – that Kennedy had really never taken the time to do without added pressure and bribery.
“That won’t be necessary, Harmony,” Willow replied.
“Can I go now?” Eve whined, bringing the room’s attention back to her for one brief moment.
“Fine,” Angel said sternly. “But I can’t promise that Harmony won’t follow.”
Without another word, Eve wriggled her way past the blockade at the door and scampered out of Angel’s office as quick as her designer heels would take her.
“As for you, I’d advise that you follow suit. I believe that Willow has said all she needed to say and you would do right by her to respect that,” Angel said, turning towards Kennedy and flashing her the sort of withering stare that would make the strongest man in the world quiver in his boots. It was the sort of stare that would make Buffy proud.
“Whatever,” Kennedy retorted, realizing that she had worn out the tiny shred of welcome she had been given. “Can’t say I’m happy for you, Will, but it looks like papa’s got a loaded shotgun and you’re driving stick so there ain’t much I can do about it.”
“Guess not,” Willow replied. Although her heart wasn’t self-destructing quite the same way it did before, she could still feel a small piece of it crumble, a brief acknowledgement of what she was losing. But a second tight squeeze of Spike’s hand was enough to remind her of she was gaining from it.
“Later,” Kennedy added before ducking out the door and heading towards the bank of elevators at the far end. By the time Willow got around to finally mouthing the word “goodbye,” her ex-girlfriend had already descended three floors.
The silence that followed Kennedy’s departure didn’t last long and it was Wesley, who hadn’t really spoken yet, who cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I do feel that in order to be successful with Angel’s plan, we need to put it into action. We still don’t know which of our enemies are involved in this and I predict our window of opportunity is far narrower than it was before, especially if the senior partners were part of the plan to divert Willow from the side of good.”
Willow had to admit that Wesley had a point. Even if they were successful in getting Cyvus Vail to come to their party, they still knew nothing about the other members and if the Circle was as dastardly as Vail had claimed, then preparedness was key.
“How do we go about finding this information? It’s not like there’s a Circle of the Black Thorn directory or anything,” Fred pointed out.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if, like Cyvus Vail, all of the members were clients of Wolfram and Hart. But that doesn’t exactly narrow it down. The client files are extensive and span approximately seven football fields as well as eighty different realms. Not even the score for the H.M.S. Pinafore would be long enough to help us accomplish the task.” Gunn replied.
Willow brought her hand to her lips to cover the smile that was forming there. She found it rather cute that a hardened former soldier of the streets like Gunn would be so into Gilbert & Sullivan, but who was she to judge him for that?
To each his own.
“Well, there was one text I stumbled upon the other night while Willow and Spike were out,” Wesley replied, with a look that indicated that he might have some light to shed on the subject. “It showed me a symbol. A circle with eight spurs surrounding it. Looked a bit like an aerial view of a rose with extra long thorns.”
“Oh! That sounds good. Where’s the book, Wes?” Willow replied, letting excitement into her voice.
“Unfortunately, the text disappeared before I was able to examine it more closely,” Wesley said, looking crestfallen.
“Shoot.”
Spike released his grip on Willow’s hand and wrapped his now free arm around her waist. In turn, Willow rested her head on Spike’s shoulder and sighed deeply.
With Wesley’s little tidbit, they at least had a starting point, but the challenge currently being issued to them added up to one very lengthy and sleep-deprived night.
“I’ll get the coffee,” Wesley offered.
“I’ll get the blood,” Harmony chirped, once again demonstrating her newfound willingness to help the team.
“I’ll get more Hostess snack cakes,” Fred replied, pulling several Twinkies out of the pocket of her lab coat. “We always keep a bulk-sized box of them in the lab.”
Willow smiled, remembering what Xander had told her about Twinkies the night before the faced off against the Mayor of Sunnydale.
“Even if we don’t survive this apocalypse, Will, you can take comfort in the fact that Twinkies will always be the food of the people...and cockroaches will always be our pets.”
While she still wasn’t sold on the pet cockroaches idea and was aware that Twinkies were unfortunately perishable, she took comfort in the familiar face of the Hostess lady and the tasty cream that oozed onto her fingers the second she opened up the wrapper.
Pre-apocalyptic bliss.