Title: More Cuddles Interlude: Willow and Angel
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Willow talks to Angel, about their loves and lovers.
Rating: PG-15 (naughty talk)
Pairing: Willow/Drusilla, Angel/Wesley, Angel/Buffy/Clem, others mentioned..
Spoilers: Not really an issue any more.
Warnings: Talk about possible bondage. I'm trying to leave it to your minds to provide the pictures.
Author Notes: None.
Story Notes: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nice Joss. Look! Over there, someone you want to sue more than me, your truly splendiferous artisticness.

Willow:

It's quite late. Buffy said she and Clem were patrolling, and leaving Angel with Dawn. I'm hoping I can slip in and talk to him. The door isn't locked, which is a bit concerning, so I go in.

"Angel?" I call, softly. I don't want to wake Dawn.

He's in the living room, sitting in darkness on the sofa. "Angel? Can I talk to you?"

"Oh, hi Willow." He seems uncomfortable. "Yeah, I suppose so. Come in."

I sit beside him on the sofa, reaching over to turn on the light. It throws his shadow on the opposite wall, and not for the first time I wonder why vampires have shadows but not reflections. Then, you can take photographs of them, so… and I'm babbling. hope that wasn't out loud.

It seems not, because he takes the initiative. "So, how's life treating you? You're, um, with Drusilla now, aren't you?"

"Yes," I say. "Actually, it was that I wanted to, err, talk to you about."

"Right. I doubt there's much I can say you haven't heard before. She's an evil vampire, you shouldn't be sleeping with her, she's not good enough for you." He pauses, then adds, "I wish you luck."

"Thank you."

He seems glad to have a topic to talk about, and it crosses my mind to wonder what subject he's avoiding. I guess I'll have to try and find out, but not before I get what I came for.

"She's a difficult one to get to know, Drusilla. She's mad, but very clever, and she knows a lot."

"I got that. tell me, Angel, what does she like? You turned her, Sired her, what does she like? She's always talking about daddy did this, daddy did that. Tell me what you did."

"I killed her family, and turned her the night she was made a nun." The plain, blank expression on his face could be anything- I can never tell if he's fighting tears or laughter.

"More specific. She says you hurt her. Tell me how."

Angel:

Powers! She always did have a determined streak in her, but this, this is something new, and I'm not sure I like it.

"What do you mean?" I ask, playing for time. I could tell her, oh, I could tell her, but I'm not sure she wants to know.

"Tell me how you hurt her. Tell me what you did. Tell me what she likes, what she's begging for when she calls out, "Yes, daddy, hurt me," in her dreams. Tell me how."

"She still dreams?" I knew she used to, but somehow I'd have thought that she would have stopped, after all these years. She's changed so many other ways, and I'm amazed Spike didn't stake her for calling out my name in her sleep.

"I think she stopped for a while- Spike's fault- but she dreams now. Tell me what she dreams."

"Are you really sure you want to know?"

"Angel, have you heard? I killed Warren. I killed Rack, and while neither of them were innocent, I shouldn't have killed them. I'm a murderer too, and I enjoyed it. I think it's better that I torture my girlfriend, who's begging for it, than that I go out and murder someone else."

The cold in her voice surprises me. I'd heard the story, but I hadn't known she enjoyed it. She's atoning, just like me. I can turn my tortures inwards, but her- she clearly can't, not yet. Something in me still responses to the call to be Dru's Sire, to help my Childe, too. "Alright. She likes to have her hands chained up and…"

Willow:

I'm starting to wish I'd brought a pen and paper. Then I could takes notes, because we've been here half an hour already, and he seems set to go on talking all night. Not all of it is about Dru, either. Those parts stick in my memory, but he's rambling some. I think he hasn't spoken openly like this to anyone for years, if ever, and there's a lot to say.

"That was what happened to Spike's first motorcycle, the one he stole to run away from the Slayer on. Nothing like the one Wesley has now, but just as sexy. Oh, dear God, did I just think that? Say that?"

He looks across at me, and my face must tell him that he did. "I'm sorry, Willow. I didn't mean to ramble."

"It's okay, Angel. Babbling is good. We all do it, well, most of us do, it's a fine art, and see? Me, too."

"I see." He doesn't smile, but his voice says he wants to. "Willow, if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell Buffy? Not until I have a chance to tell her."

"Um, okay, I guess. Is it about Wesley?"

"It is. I think I'm in love with him."

"Oh. That's, um, good. Is it, you know, mutual?"

"It can't be. He's not gay, he's just- English."

"Err, English and gay aren't opposites. Look at Giles. Angel, are all vampires gay?"

"I don't know. Are all humans gay?"

"Good question. I thought not, but now, I think, maybe yes. Not Xander, or Buffy, but most of my other friends- Giles, and Cordy. That's like, half and half."

"You're babbling again."

"One of my many skills. All your family are, though. Darla with Cordy, and Dru with me, and Spike with Giles. You in love with Wesley. That's a lot of gay."

"It is, isn't it?"

"Yes."

There's a pause, then he says, "Not Harmony."

"No. Like Xander."

"Do you approve of that match?"

"What match?"

"Xander and Harmony."

"Oh, um, I wouldn't have, but when I'm with Dru, it seems churlish to object."

"It would."

"What will you do? About Wesley?"

"I don't know. If I could, I'd tell him, but A, he's in England now, and B, I think he'd stake me. And C, I'm not sure I've forgiven him completely for what he did to Connor, anyway."

"Oh. Difficult."

The door opens, and Buffy walks in, Clem close behind her.

"Hi Angel- and Willow! Good to see you."

"Hi, Buffy, Clem. I was just going," I say.

"You sure you'll be okay, walking home alone?" Buffy asks, not bothering to wonder what I was doing here. That's a blessing.

"I'll be fine. Got the car now, you know."

"Oh, I'd forgotten. Goodnight, Willow."

"Night, Buffy, and you, Clem. Goodnight, Angel." I give him a quick smile, and leave, heading back home in the new car. It's actually quite an old car, but it's what we could afford when we had to buy several.

Buffy decided we should all have cars, to aid the getting round and patrolling and such. With no Giles to ferry us, I and Xander- the only two in the group who can drive, except for Angel (and he's night missions only)- have to do fetch and carry duty.

Back home, I sneak into bed next to a sleeping Dru, and begin to work on how to get hold of some really good handcuffs.