The day after the wedding was spent mostly calm, the only activity the couple did apart from lounging around on the couch being the packing for their honeymoon in London; the thought of said honeymoon made Willow almost as giddy as looking at the wedding band did, the redhead looking forward to spending some time in England during which she could merely be a tourist and not on dark magic rehab.
Still she still was calm enough to make sure they had packed everything they'd need for their holiday, the British pounds she had gotten at the bank, the flight tickets and their passports, and all the things they'd need during the two weeks there; she checked the luggage two more times to make sure everything was there, smiling at her partner afterwards as they were getting ready for bed at last, knowing they had to get up early in the next morning to catch their flight.
"I'm so excited about this", she told the taller woman as she slipped into bed next to her and immediately was pulled into a tender embrace, "I've been to England before, but never to London. There's so much I want to look at!"
"And we'll have more than enough time for that", Pat reassured her, smirking, moving her hand again to caress her hair tenderly, her gaze falling on her wedding band as she did so, the golden ring being enough to turn her smirk into a happy grin, "don't forget, we got two weeks."
"Two weeks in London", the witch sighed in reply, "with my wife. That's just too good to be true. Please tell me I'm not dreaming?"
"You're not", the taller woman told her at once, "but if you want me to, I can pinch you, just to make sure?"
"No need, thanks", Willow giggled, "but, honestly, when someone had told me about that a year ago, I wouldn't have believed it. And I still find it hard to believe that nothing dreadful happened at the wedding."
"Well, as Faith said", Pat replied with a chuckle of her own, "there's still the honeymoon. Even though I really will hit her if something happens, cause it'll be totally her fault."
"You can't hit her", the redhead reminded her in reply, "remember, you still got that chip in your head. I promise after the honeymoon, I'll go on looking for a spell to get rid of it…"
"Good thing we don't often fight humans", the taller woman sighed in reply, grimacing as she thought of the chip buried deep within her brain, "I'd hate it if you got hurt because of that stupid thing of technology in my head."
"It'll be alright", the witch reassured her, snuggling up closer to her, "if I can't figure this out, the coven will help… Hey, perhaps, we can pay them a visit, if we find the time."
"I doubt we can run out of things to look at in London", Pat snickered in reply, making her partner giggle slightly as well, "but, sure, why not… It'd be nice to meet more of them, especially after Natasha agreed to do the ceremony for us."
Nodding, Willow let out a yawn, prompting the demon to suggest that they should get some sleep now, thinking of the early flight they had to catch; again, the smaller woman nodded her agreement, then wished her lover a good night, both of them sound asleep just a few minutes later.
In the next morning, they headed off to the airport early in the morning, the taxi they had ordered just for this to their relief already waiting in front of the apartment building when they stepped outside; and to the even bigger happiness of Pat, the driver was one of the few who didn't feel the need to share smalltalk with his passengers, the only sound in the cab being the music coming from the radio as he drove them.
Next to her, Willow smiled at her, yet again mused by how much of a morning grouch she was; reaching over, she grasped the taller woman's hand and gave it a tender squeeze, at least managing to make the demon smile slightly as well, even though clearly, Pat still wasn't up to conversation.
"We're gonna get you another coffee at the airport", the witch promised her wife, squeezing her hand yet again, the feeling of the black haired woman's wedding band beneath her fingers making her smile widen slightly, "so you won't be grumpy to the people at the airport. If traffic stays as light as it is, we should have more than enough time for that."
The only reply she got was a vaguely agreeing grunt noise, the sound making her giggle slightly; she shook her head, then leaned back into the seat, looking out of the window as the vehicle was steered through the streets and to the airport, a small smile curling her lips again as she thought of the fact that in not all too long, they'd be in London and have the chance to look at all the fascinating sights she had read about.
Thanks to the light traffic, they made it to the airport with ample time left for check-in and the procedures it included, and to get Pat another coffee; and not too long after arriving at the airport, they sat in the plane, the demon by now capable of proper speech, still looking tired though, the early hour the alarm clock had been set to clearly having taken its toll on her.
Thus, it was no surprise that she mumbled "Coffee" when one of the flight attendants made her way to their seat and asked if she'd want that or tea; Willow ordered the same, then unpacked the book she had brought for the flight, knowing that the taller woman wasn't up to smalltalk now, not until she had had her second coffee.
Due to how engrossed she got in the book and the fact that shortly after take-off, Pat fell asleep again, the flight passed quickly for both of them; and by the time they got off the plane at the London airport, Willow was feeling positively giddy again, almost bouncing instead of walking as she made her way to checkout with the taller woman by her side.
"Good thing we took this early flight", she told Pat as they moved to stand in line at the checkout, "now we still can make some use of the day after we checked into the hotel."
"What do you wanna look at first?" the demon wanted to know, smirking, "some museum? Or the famous shopping streets?"
"Not sure", Willow gave back while the line moved forward a few steps, "but luckily, we have two weeks to look at all the awesome things here, so I won't have to get stressed that we might miss anything."
"And if we do, we can always come back", Pat replied, taking a few more steps forward, "don't forget that…"
She trailed off as two men caught her eye, official-looking types in black suits, white shirts and black ties; the way they were glancing around and moving through the crowd just beyond the checkout point made them stand out, not to regular people who had no idea what to look for, but to her trained gaze it was more than obvious, centuries of experience making it easy for her to figure out what they were doing.
"Check those two out", she mumbled to Willow, the nagging feeling that something big was about to go down taking hold of her and nearly making her grimace as she wondered why these things always seemed to happen wherever they went, "they're looking for someone, and I got a bad feeling about this."
Frowning, the witch glanced at the two men, neither of them noticing that at least one person had figured out what they were doing and was now paying attention to them; to her dismay, she quickly shared Pat's feelings as she watched the men, shifting her feet nervously as she suddenly was sure that any moment now, something dreadful would begin to happen.
"Why do these things always happen where we are", she mumbled, more to herself, but still loud enough for the taller woman to hear; without taking her eye off the men, Pat shrugged, taking another step closer to them as the line moved on, none of the people around them noticing that anything was going on, chatting amiably amongst each other as they waited to get through checkout.
"Maybe they're just looking for a criminal", the redhead now guessed, finding it hard to look away from them either, now that they had gained her attention, "and for once, we'll have a holiday without anything disastrous…"
Before she even could finish the sentence, one of the men suddenly perked up visibly, gesturing up ahead; his partner looked as well, then both of them got moving, the demon's gaze quickly scanning the people up ahead of them as she tried to figure out whom they were after.
It didn't take her long to do so, her trained gaze easily picking up whom they were focused on as they moved towards the person, faster than the other people around them, but not so fast that they might have gained attention; to her, it was clear that the target was a woman in her early thirties, with reddish-blonde hair she had tied back in a ponytail, neither her clothes, nor anything else about her making her stand out.
"She's got power", Willow mumbled next to the taller woman, having picked up on whom the men were after as well, "not magic, but… I don't know, it's obvious, the way she moves, holds herself… she's got some kind of power."
"Demon, maybe", Pat guessed in response, hoping that the men wouldn't get out of sight before they had caught up to the woman, so they would see what would happen; if the woman really was a demon, then the men might not know what they were about to face, and even if they were government types as the demon thought, it was very likely that they were about to go in far over their heads.
Just as she pondered this, the woman seemed to notice her pursuers, since she suddenly stopped, then turned around; and the moment her gaze fell on them, her eyes narrowed as anger filled them, she clenched her fists and Pat just had a second to curse the fact that they always ended up where such dreadful things happened – before the woman snapped something at the men, one of them started to reach beneath his jacket in response, and all hell broke loose just seconds later.