Chapter 18 The loud music pumped through the club, and deep into the bodies that where pressed up against one another on the dance floor. Willow and Cordelia moved with the sounds blaring from the speakers, loosing themselves in the atmosphere that swallowed them whole. It was great letting go like this once in awhile, ignoring their responsibilities and problems at the entrance of the club. Here they could forget the males that dominated their every waking hours, that just treating them like sisters. Here the looks they received reminded them that they were attractive females, and that anyone of the guys in that club would be lucky to be graced with their company. The two girls hadn�t left the dance floor since they arrived. Mostly dancing with one another, but occasionally dancing with a partner that would join them. Most would stay a dance or two, then move on, others would overstay their welcome and receive the cold shoulder from the two girls, given the impression that it was time to leave them alone. Their current dance partners were a little too friendly. Ignoring the glares and shrug-offs Willow and Cordelia would give them. �Hands off jerk.� Cordelia smacked the offending hand away from her waste as a tall blonde tried to pull her close to him. Willow felt her personal space being infringed upon, and each time she�d take a step away, the guy would take another step closer. The point might have been taken if the guys had any sense, that and hadn�t drank enough to drown a third world nation. �Epp.� Willow lurched back when the guy who was trying to dance with her made a grab for her ass. Angel felt the need to start tossing tables and smashing heads as he watched the show and the dance floor. But remembering Wesley�s speech from earlier that night, he held himself back letting Willow fight this fight on her own. Gunn looked at the Vampire to the dance floor, and back again. �Man are you going to do something?� �She wants to fight her own fights.� Angel gritted out, watching Willow slap the young man, who only laughed at her. �So we�re going to just sit here and watch them be molested?� �No...Yes...�Angel was tied in knots. He wanted to go out there and tear the guy apart, but he didn�t want Willow to get upset that he was jumping into one of her battles again. �If she wants to fight on her own without my help, then who am I to stop her.� Gunn looked back at him puzzled, and Wesley moaned. �Angel what I said earlier has no baring now. This is a totally different situation.� �Meaning what Wesley.� �Meaning that when we�re all fighting as a team we need to trust that Willow can hold her own. Watching her struggle to get control of a situation that is out of hand is...well...Bloody hell you should just go and help.� �Are you telling me you�ve been taking relationship advice from this fool?� Gunn sat forward. With a growl, Angel pushed himself from the table and stalked to the dance floor. Swearing to himself never to listen to Wesley again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ �Touch me again and I swear my boyfriend is going to tear you apart.� Willow pushed against the undaunted young man. �What I would do for a boyfriend right now.� She thought. �If you�re boyfriend is so concerned little girl where is he?� He leered back as his friend laughed. �Here.� Came a growl from behind that made the two men stop and pale. �Willow, Cordelia please join the others at the table. The night is over and we�re all going home.� Angel didn�t look at either girl, knowing his voice held no room for argument. �I�ll be right over there.� Taking a menacing step closer to the intimidated men Angel didn�t say anything for a moment, letting the silence unsettle them a little before he proceeded. �If I *ever* see either one of you anywhere near those girls there wont be a chance in hell you�ll walk away from the pain I will inflict. Do I make myself clear?� �Yes!� They answered in unison, eyes darting back and forth looking for the best escape rout. �Fine...leave.� The two practically ran into one another to get out of the presence of the dark man. In a way Angel was glad that this gave him the excuse to end the night. He hated the way the guys were looking at Willow in her tight black jeans and blood red halter-top. He just wanted to get her home to have her change into something baggy and less attractive. Angel approached the table slowly, unsure how Willow was going to react to him. Was she going to be mad that he demanded her to return to the table? Was she happy that he ended up helping? Or was she going to be upset that he had waiting so long to help. He wasn�t prepared for the huge hug the redhead gave him. Pressing herself up against him, stepping back with a huge smile. �My hero.� Women! Who could ever figure them out?

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