Part2
She gentley tapped on Angels door, not really expecting him to be there
* after all 2am to a crusading vampire is like noon to me*.
As she waited for him to answer she wondered why she had ended up here, shed been thinkng alot about the brooding beauty lately. After he had dropped back into there lives from the hell dimension he had been suffering in for 100 years, Buffy and he decided to go there seperate ways...Still working together for the greater good (at the moment that being the Mayor) but had decided against a personal life together!
And so when he had come and knocked on her french windows one night she had invited him back in and cradled him in her arms untill just before dawn listening to him cry over the loss of his love with Buffy.
Since then they had been spending spare nights together talking, watching movies and T.V,
*yea the broody 246 year old actually watches t.v*...
and generally getting to know each other...Willow let out a little sigh.
Angel sat stareing at the roaring fire, every so often glancing at the clock over the hearth.1.40am..he should be out patrolling at least...helping Buffy in the fight against evil, but he just didnt have it in him tonight, he had no energy, he was drained. Something was waying on his unbeating heart, it was heavy and it hurt but he didnt know what it was, it was unnerving him, he didnt like it. Suddenly his thoughts drifted back to willow, every so often the flames reminding him of her auban hair,
*swaying in the moonlight like the waves of the incomeing tide*
*I shouldnt be haveing these thoughts about my little readheaded witch...oh crap did i just say My witch...We are only friends she is Buffys best friend and she has the love of her life in the wolf boy..she couldnt possibly think of me like that...GIVE IT UP.*
He sat there for what seemed like hours in reality it was only about 20 minutes..finally he dragged himself off of the couch and headed towards the door dragging his duster on as he went
"im going on patrol..maybe find something i can beat the snot out of"
..just as he reached for the door a light tap sounded on the other side..his game face, as the scoobys called it, shifting into place he flung the door open only to be greated by the sight of a dripping wet very frightend looking Willow stood on the other side. His demon immediately subsied and human face came back to the front. She looked like she was going to collapse at any moment so he swept her into his arms encircling her in his coat and popped her down gently onto the couch.
"Willow ...whats wrong?, what happened are you all right"
he threw at her in a barrage of questions...
*thank goddess he was in*willow inwardly sighed.
"willow answer me please your scareing the hell out of"
...suddenly her defenses shifted throwing up her barriers..and she just stared at him blankly...eventually
"i just need to get out of the wet clothes.do you still have a spare set of Buffs here?"
she looked at him worry behind his chocolate eyes, he just nodded and moved off to get them for her. He came back with the clothes a minute later. She felt to ashamed to tell him what had happened..
*He`ll think im a slut...!*
