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Willow crossed her eyes and let out a sigh, putting her best innocent, oh gosh expression on her face. Stealing herself, she pushed open the door that connected her to Richard Zeeman. Class's had been let out for the day, and the only people left were some teachers and the janitorial crew. Richard sat at his table at the front of the classrom, grading papers it looked like, and smiling at something he was reading.
"What'cha doin?" Willow asked innocently, sidling up to his desk, causing him to look up and give her a slight smile.
"Reading the weekly journals for class." He tapped a large stack of loose leaf paper packets, "Interesting views 7th and 8th graders have."
"I know what you mean." She answered simply, letting their coversation drift into a silence. It helped to set up the mood that she was embarassed or worried abut something. She threw in a few fidgets to help her act along. Since becoming a vengence demon she had become quite the consumate actress.
Richard glanced at his fellow teacher, appraising her silence. Since he had met her a few weeks before, he could not remember a time when she was silent like this. She was a nervous talker. She babbled something fierce. It was kind of cute.
In a strictly platonic sort of way of course. He had just come out of a serious relationship with a BAD breakup.
"Is something the matter?" He asked when the silence stretched longer between them, in response to his question he got a very rapid head shaking. He leveled a look on her which clearly said, "Uh huh. Sure."
"Nothings wrong." She held up three fingers, "Scouts honor."
"Were you a boy scout?"
"No but you probably were, so by association this counts."
"Says who?"
"The Boy Scouts of America of course." She colored slightly and added, "And, well, mostly me."
"Right. Well if theres nothing wrong did you want to ask me something?"
"Just a little question." She confessed.
"And..."
"It's really more of a favor to a friend. Well a very close cousin, who has a question." She held up her thumb and her forefinger about an inch apart, "Just a little one. Anya's a little bit shy around strangers."
She had also become very good at lying. Because had the non demon Willow let out that whopper, even to someone who had never met Anyanka before, they would make her wear a great big scarlet F. An F for Fibber.
But Richard looked like he bought it.
It might of just been him though, and not her superior lying powers. He was just like that.
Trusting.
That will get you all of nowhere in the world.
Take a look at his current situation. She comes to him in the form of a perky young redheaded English teacher, and he just accepts it at face value. Tsk. Tsk.
"Well," Richard's voice broke her out of her thoughts, "If you aren't going to ask the question, I'm not going to be able to help you."
Willow gave him a large embarassed smile, "Right. Well, my cousin Anya is moving to town. Really soon, and she's a werewolf, and she wanted me to ask you if she could come, cause if not she'll have to change her plans really quick."
She said this all very fast so it sounded more like, "Well,mycousinAnyaismovingtotown.Reallysoon,andshe'sawerewolf,
andshewantedmetoaskyouifshecouldcome,causeifnotshe'llhavetochange
herplansreallyquick."
It took Richard a few seconds to sort out all she said and then he just stared at the woman infront of him who gave a nervous smile and said, "See, just a tiny question. Minute even." She nodded, "Some would say microscopic."
"Willow." Richard interupted the on coming babble. To which she replied, "Stopping now."
"Very good." Richard paused and strained his ears to hear anyone nearby who might overhear thier conversation. Though he didn't hear anyone, he stopped and closed the classroom door. "Now explain. Slowly."
Willow nodded succinctly and proceeded to explain the story she and Anya had come up with. Anya was Willows cousin and closest friend, Anya was moving to St. Louis, and in with her best friend, because things were getting really bad at home in her marriage. She couldn't go through the normal channels of relocating to another pack, because her husband was high in the pack heirarchy, and she was a very low, and she needed to get out in secret. And fast.
The story, worked like a charm when coupled with a few tear filled eyes, because Richard was a bleeding heart.
And the Oscar goes too...
"I suppose if she could..." Richard trailed off, they both knew the answer was yes.
...Willow Rosenberg, Demon/Actress Extraordinaire.
"Oh!" Willow smiled estatically at him bouncing and rounding his table and throwing herself around his neck, "You are the very best. You deserve a plaque. And oooh a ticker tape parade." A look came over Willows face, as though she was seriously thinking out how to arrange such a feat, before she brushed it off and kissed Richards cheek, jumping down and letting a very startled looking werewolf out of her embrace. He was blushing.
Perfect.
She calmed herself, and grasped his hands between her own, *Was she over playing this?* and gave him a serious gratitude filled look.
Which he returned with a genuine glad-to-help-smile.
*Not at all*
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TBC
Next chapter, Richard meets Anya, and well, just imagine what that would be like. Also things start to heat up between Richard and Willow. (There may be an appearance by another charecter.
Willow crossed her eyes and let out a sigh, putting her best innocent, oh gosh expression on her face. Stealing herself, she pushed open the door that connected her to Richard Zeeman. Class's had been let out for the day, and the only people left were some teachers and the janitorial crew. Richard sat at his table at the front of the classrom, grading papers it looked like, and smiling at something he was reading.
"What'cha doin?" Willow asked innocently, sidling up to his desk, causing him to look up and give her a slight smile.
"Reading the weekly journals for class." He tapped a large stack of loose leaf paper packets, "Interesting views 7th and 8th graders have."
"I know what you mean." She answered simply, letting their coversation drift into a silence. It helped to set up the mood that she was embarassed or worried abut something. She threw in a few fidgets to help her act along. Since becoming a vengence demon she had become quite the consumate actress.
Richard glanced at his fellow teacher, appraising her silence. Since he had met her a few weeks before, he could not remember a time when she was silent like this. She was a nervous talker. She babbled something fierce. It was kind of cute.
In a strictly platonic sort of way of course. He had just come out of a serious relationship with a BAD breakup.
"Is something the matter?" He asked when the silence stretched longer between them, in response to his question he got a very rapid head shaking. He leveled a look on her which clearly said, "Uh huh. Sure."
"Nothings wrong." She held up three fingers, "Scouts honor."
"Were you a boy scout?"
"No but you probably were, so by association this counts."
"Says who?"
"The Boy Scouts of America of course." She colored slightly and added, "And, well, mostly me."
"Right. Well if theres nothing wrong did you want to ask me something?"
"Just a little question." She confessed.
"And..."
"It's really more of a favor to a friend. Well a very close cousin, who has a question." She held up her thumb and her forefinger about an inch apart, "Just a little one. Anya's a little bit shy around strangers."
She had also become very good at lying. Because had the non demon Willow let out that whopper, even to someone who had never met Anyanka before, they would make her wear a great big scarlet F. An F for Fibber.
But Richard looked like he bought it.
It might of just been him though, and not her superior lying powers. He was just like that.
Trusting.
That will get you all of nowhere in the world.
Take a look at his current situation. She comes to him in the form of a perky young redheaded English teacher, and he just accepts it at face value. Tsk. Tsk.
"Well," Richard's voice broke her out of her thoughts, "If you aren't going to ask the question, I'm not going to be able to help you."
Willow gave him a large embarassed smile, "Right. Well, my cousin Anya is moving to town. Really soon, and she's a werewolf, and she wanted me to ask you if she could come, cause if not she'll have to change her plans really quick."
She said this all very fast so it sounded more like, "Well,mycousinAnyaismovingtotown.Reallysoon,andshe'sawerewolf,
andshewantedmetoaskyouifshecouldcome,causeifnotshe'llhavetochange
herplansreallyquick."
It took Richard a few seconds to sort out all she said and then he just stared at the woman infront of him who gave a nervous smile and said, "See, just a tiny question. Minute even." She nodded, "Some would say microscopic."
"Willow." Richard interupted the on coming babble. To which she replied, "Stopping now."
"Very good." Richard paused and strained his ears to hear anyone nearby who might overhear thier conversation. Though he didn't hear anyone, he stopped and closed the classroom door. "Now explain. Slowly."
Willow nodded succinctly and proceeded to explain the story she and Anya had come up with. Anya was Willows cousin and closest friend, Anya was moving to St. Louis, and in with her best friend, because things were getting really bad at home in her marriage. She couldn't go through the normal channels of relocating to another pack, because her husband was high in the pack heirarchy, and she was a very low, and she needed to get out in secret. And fast.
The story, worked like a charm when coupled with a few tear filled eyes, because Richard was a bleeding heart.
And the Oscar goes too...
"I suppose if she could..." Richard trailed off, they both knew the answer was yes.
...Willow Rosenberg, Demon/Actress Extraordinaire.
"Oh!" Willow smiled estatically at him bouncing and rounding his table and throwing herself around his neck, "You are the very best. You deserve a plaque. And oooh a ticker tape parade." A look came over Willows face, as though she was seriously thinking out how to arrange such a feat, before she brushed it off and kissed Richards cheek, jumping down and letting a very startled looking werewolf out of her embrace. He was blushing.
Perfect.
She calmed herself, and grasped his hands between her own, *Was she over playing this?* and gave him a serious gratitude filled look.
Which he returned with a genuine glad-to-help-smile.
*Not at all*
___
TBC
Next chapter, Richard meets Anya, and well, just imagine what that would be like. Also things start to heat up between Richard and Willow. (There may be an appearance by another charecter.