"SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!" Willow screeched angrily. Angel nearly jumped out from his skin when he heard Willow scream. Half of him wanted to creep out into the sewers until Willow calmed down, so that he wouldn't get his *gulp* hair cut, over-gelled, dry and *major gulp* messed-up. Angel shuddered at the memory. Then again, he had better check on Willow before his stuff got *eeeek* messed up. Angel shuddered and got up from his seat, ready to check on Willow.
"The things I do ..." Angel thought as he approached the kitchen cautiously. The sight that greeted him was enough to make his precious hair fall out. Willow was glaring at Spike angrily, who was trying not to laugh. And the whole kitchen was covered in ...
"Chocolate cake batter?" Angel asked, lifting an eyebrow, trying not to laugh either. Willow spun on him, her anger spent.
"I was making a humongous chocolate cake when Spike here," *glare*
"I didn't do anything!!!" Spike cried innocently. "I just..."
"Ran in like an idiot and said `what's that?' before pushing the whole thing over!!!" Willow shouted. Spike retreated "to his corner". Angel gestured at the kitchen.
"And then I paused it and he had to lift it and throw it all over me and the kitchen."
At this, Angel couldn't contain himself and he burst out laughing.
"Angel!!!!!!!" Willow cried. "It was for ... our anniversary?" Angel exchanged a look with Spike, and they advanced on Willow, like hungry predators.
"I got a better present, luv." Spike wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he pounced on Willow, together with Angel.
Half an hour later, Willow was moaning. With Angel and Spike. With chocolate all over her. With two tongues on her. With a total count of three organisms. With ... me having a naughty mental image in my mind. With me trying hard and failing to describe this wonderful idea. With me giving permission to others to take this idea and rewrite it, with a reference to my name of course.
"The things I do ..." Angel thought as he approached the kitchen cautiously. The sight that greeted him was enough to make his precious hair fall out. Willow was glaring at Spike angrily, who was trying not to laugh. And the whole kitchen was covered in ...
"Chocolate cake batter?" Angel asked, lifting an eyebrow, trying not to laugh either. Willow spun on him, her anger spent.
"I was making a humongous chocolate cake when Spike here," *glare*
"I didn't do anything!!!" Spike cried innocently. "I just..."
"Ran in like an idiot and said `what's that?' before pushing the whole thing over!!!" Willow shouted. Spike retreated "to his corner". Angel gestured at the kitchen.
"And then I paused it and he had to lift it and throw it all over me and the kitchen."
At this, Angel couldn't contain himself and he burst out laughing.
"Angel!!!!!!!" Willow cried. "It was for ... our anniversary?" Angel exchanged a look with Spike, and they advanced on Willow, like hungry predators.
"I got a better present, luv." Spike wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he pounced on Willow, together with Angel.
Half an hour later, Willow was moaning. With Angel and Spike. With chocolate all over her. With two tongues on her. With a total count of three organisms. With ... me having a naughty mental image in my mind. With me trying hard and failing to describe this wonderful idea. With me giving permission to others to take this idea and rewrite it, with a reference to my name of course.