Chapter 2: A new Pillow for Willow
A/N: Okay, was reading reviews, and not sure what one person meant by transitions, BUT well, here is the other chapter! Hope you enjoy! (Despite my jerky transitions) Oh and everything from the first chapter applies here!
Almost everything is wrapped, and Willow is having the time of her life. Then they hear a tearing sound, and Willow spins around on the floor. "Oh My God! That was my grandmother's pillow!" She screams. Angel rushed over, and quickly got the playful kitten away from the pillow. Willow was now in tears, "You don't know how much the pillow meant to me." Angel opened his arms signaling Willow to come close to him. Her light skin, against his tan muscles. She nuzzled up to him, and felt the beating of his heart, that made her calm down just a bit, but she was still crying.
He lifted her face to look at him. He wiped the tears away, and looked into her eyes. "Willow, it will be okay. I will find a way for your pillow to be fixed." She gave him a faint smile, and he toyed with her hair. She laid her head back on his chest and slowly drifted into dream.
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She woke up the next morning, still in the living room, but now they were lying on the couch together. She stumbled out of his grip, and onto the floor with a THUD! "Huh? Wha...Oh morning Wils," Angel yawned, and reached out a hand to help her up. She gladly accepted it, and walked into the kitchen with him not far behind.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?" Her voice was always quieter in the morning.
"Eggs, pancakes, sausage, toast, but why don't you let me make it for you," He ran a finger down her arm, "Due to your massive loss last night." She gave him a half smile, and turned out of the kitchen. "Where you going?" He asked grabbing her arm playfully.
"To take a shower," Willow said in a happy voice, "What? Do you want to join me?"
"Ooo! Is that an invitation??" He questioned eyebrows raised.
"Maybe next time!" She exclaimed heading up the stairs.
Not long after she had gotten out of the shower and headed downstairs, did she smell the sweet perfume of pancakes, and syrup. "Mmmmm, smells good!" She tells him while venturing into the kitchen. Cursing under his breath Angel looks up.
"Oh sorry for that Willow," He tries to smiles then looks down at the burnt toast. She giggles at the sight of him all tore up because he burnt a little toast. The kitten then ran into the kitten placing its feet firmly in the gravy he had just prepared. "Why, you little vermin!" But he quickly calmed himself down, peeking at Willow who was shaking a finger as if to say, "Nuh uh, ah!" He sighed heavily, and looked out at the rising sun. Happy that he could at last look at it, and Willow was with him. Buffy, how could he forget about her? She was the reason that he became human, but it was Willow's spell that made it work. He was so confused, and deep into thought that he didn't notice the question Willow was throwing at him repeatedly.
"So, are we going to get the kitty out of the gravy, and then eat? Angel? ARE WE GOING TO GET THE KITTY OUT OF THE..." He turned around, and looked at her.
"What were you saying?" She breathes a small happy sigh, and just kisses him.
"Never mind!" She shakes her head, and lifts the kitten out of the gravy. Then she sits down to eat. He follows her actions, and they eat quietly, in silence. "Oh my goddess! This is so good; I didn't know you were this great of a cook! Sure, Buffy said you were good, but I never believed her." Willow piped up, breaking the silent breakfast they were joyously having. Oh great! I mentioned Buffy, now he is going to act all weird and say something like, 'I, I have to go!'
Angel felt awkward now with the mention of Buffy's name, but he didn't want her to get angry with him, so he stayed. "Thank you, I used to make this for her every morning." He concluded. It fell into silence again. Then Angel got an idea!
"Err, Willow I have to go! I will be back in I'd say later on tonight, before we go to Buffy's Christmas party! Is that okay?" He was getting giddy, just thinking about the look on her face when he gives her his present.
"It is fine, I understand." He excused himself from the table, and kissed her forehead, before rushing out the front door.
Now, to get the necklace made, and the pillow made also. He had remembered clearly how it looked, and he was sure it would be an exact match! Just like the old one. He thought while racing down the street.
(A/N: Okay, this isn't as long as the first chapter, and I hope that my transitions aren't as jerky... Honestly, I hope you really enjoy this silly fic!)
TBC
A/N: Okay, was reading reviews, and not sure what one person meant by transitions, BUT well, here is the other chapter! Hope you enjoy! (Despite my jerky transitions) Oh and everything from the first chapter applies here!
Almost everything is wrapped, and Willow is having the time of her life. Then they hear a tearing sound, and Willow spins around on the floor. "Oh My God! That was my grandmother's pillow!" She screams. Angel rushed over, and quickly got the playful kitten away from the pillow. Willow was now in tears, "You don't know how much the pillow meant to me." Angel opened his arms signaling Willow to come close to him. Her light skin, against his tan muscles. She nuzzled up to him, and felt the beating of his heart, that made her calm down just a bit, but she was still crying.
He lifted her face to look at him. He wiped the tears away, and looked into her eyes. "Willow, it will be okay. I will find a way for your pillow to be fixed." She gave him a faint smile, and he toyed with her hair. She laid her head back on his chest and slowly drifted into dream.
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She woke up the next morning, still in the living room, but now they were lying on the couch together. She stumbled out of his grip, and onto the floor with a THUD! "Huh? Wha...Oh morning Wils," Angel yawned, and reached out a hand to help her up. She gladly accepted it, and walked into the kitchen with him not far behind.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?" Her voice was always quieter in the morning.
"Eggs, pancakes, sausage, toast, but why don't you let me make it for you," He ran a finger down her arm, "Due to your massive loss last night." She gave him a half smile, and turned out of the kitchen. "Where you going?" He asked grabbing her arm playfully.
"To take a shower," Willow said in a happy voice, "What? Do you want to join me?"
"Ooo! Is that an invitation??" He questioned eyebrows raised.
"Maybe next time!" She exclaimed heading up the stairs.
Not long after she had gotten out of the shower and headed downstairs, did she smell the sweet perfume of pancakes, and syrup. "Mmmmm, smells good!" She tells him while venturing into the kitchen. Cursing under his breath Angel looks up.
"Oh sorry for that Willow," He tries to smiles then looks down at the burnt toast. She giggles at the sight of him all tore up because he burnt a little toast. The kitten then ran into the kitten placing its feet firmly in the gravy he had just prepared. "Why, you little vermin!" But he quickly calmed himself down, peeking at Willow who was shaking a finger as if to say, "Nuh uh, ah!" He sighed heavily, and looked out at the rising sun. Happy that he could at last look at it, and Willow was with him. Buffy, how could he forget about her? She was the reason that he became human, but it was Willow's spell that made it work. He was so confused, and deep into thought that he didn't notice the question Willow was throwing at him repeatedly.
"So, are we going to get the kitty out of the gravy, and then eat? Angel? ARE WE GOING TO GET THE KITTY OUT OF THE..." He turned around, and looked at her.
"What were you saying?" She breathes a small happy sigh, and just kisses him.
"Never mind!" She shakes her head, and lifts the kitten out of the gravy. Then she sits down to eat. He follows her actions, and they eat quietly, in silence. "Oh my goddess! This is so good; I didn't know you were this great of a cook! Sure, Buffy said you were good, but I never believed her." Willow piped up, breaking the silent breakfast they were joyously having. Oh great! I mentioned Buffy, now he is going to act all weird and say something like, 'I, I have to go!'
Angel felt awkward now with the mention of Buffy's name, but he didn't want her to get angry with him, so he stayed. "Thank you, I used to make this for her every morning." He concluded. It fell into silence again. Then Angel got an idea!
"Err, Willow I have to go! I will be back in I'd say later on tonight, before we go to Buffy's Christmas party! Is that okay?" He was getting giddy, just thinking about the look on her face when he gives her his present.
"It is fine, I understand." He excused himself from the table, and kissed her forehead, before rushing out the front door.
Now, to get the necklace made, and the pillow made also. He had remembered clearly how it looked, and he was sure it would be an exact match! Just like the old one. He thought while racing down the street.
(A/N: Okay, this isn't as long as the first chapter, and I hope that my transitions aren't as jerky... Honestly, I hope you really enjoy this silly fic!)
TBC