Wednesday night rolled around, and as Angel walked toward the library after sunset he breathed a sigh of relief. Four days, during which time he had expected some sort of revenge from the kitten and her two cohorts. But so far they had acted as if nothing was wrong; even Willow, whose lack of skills in the art of lying were legendary among the Scoobies, acted as though the entire incident at the Bronze was entirely forgotten. The vampire figured that, if they hadn't done anything by now, then he was safe. 'After all, he chuckled silently, 'it's not like the kitten is known for her patience.'
Hearing footsteps just ahead, Angel put his thoughts about troublesome kittens out of his mind and glanced up to see who was nearby. His lips twitched into a friendly smile as he recognized Xander's lean frame. Slowing his lengthy stride, Angel called out to the teenager. "Hello Xander." As the teen turned around, Angel raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you with Cordelia?"
Shifting from foot to foot nervously, Xander shrugged and grinned. "She ditched me for 'girl-time,' whatever that means." His smile melted away as a look of worry flickered over the brunette's features. "Do you think they're getting ready to ambush us?"
Angel chuckled at the idea, shaking his head. "I don't think they're going to do anything Xander, it's been what, three days now? Four? I'm sure they forgot about it already." But the teenaged boy couldn't so easily dismiss the idea.
"I don't know Angel man. You may be older than dirt, but you're just as in the dark about women as us living men." Xander tried to shake the 'wiggy feeling' he was getting, but he had a bad feeling about going into the high school. He was so engrossed in his internal worries that he missed Angel's scowl at the old man reference. The disgruntled vampire opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of someone clearing their throat lodged any complaints in the vampire's mouth. Turning, both young men regarded Giles as he stood there, watching them with a puzzled look on his British features.
"Is something amiss?" As the two dark-haired young men looked at each other, they shook their heads slowly. Unconvinced, Giles looked first at Angel, then at Xander, as if seeking some answers as to why they would be standing outside of the library, with Xander looking as if he was walking into Hell…literally. When no answers were forthcoming he continued. "Right. Now then, how about we move this into the library? Things that go bump in the night and all that." And with that Giles ushered the other two up the steps and into the school before Xander could think of a word of protest. As the doors closed behind them the sound echoed through the silent halls, like the final rap of a hammer as it nails the lid on a coffin.
* * * * * * * * * *
Angel knew something was wrong the moment they reached the doors to the library. He could smell the women inside the room, but for some reason not a sound issued beyond the solid wooden doors. His senses on full alert, the vampire motioned silently for Giles and Xander to hold up. From the look on the young teenager's face, Angel knew Xander felt uneasy as well. His face a cold mask of determination, Angel inched slowly forward, placing his hand on the door. He pressed his ear to the door, frowning as he strained to hear within. Someone shuffled their feet, but otherwise all was silent within. Apprehensive, the vampire stepped back, staring at the door as if it was the Gates of Hell.
Meanwhile Giles, who had up to this point been patient with the bizarre behavior exhibited by Angel and the Twinkie-junkie Xander, was clearly reaching his limit. "What the devil is going on here?" Giving them both a severe look, the librarian pushed his way forward, moving toward the library doors. Angel moved to stop him, but the watcher merely glared at him and, muttering something about bloody hellmouth and its idiotic effect on people, barged into the library.
For a moment the other two men just stood there, feet frozen in place, as they waited for some sound to issue from behind the solid wooden doors. Suddenly a thud was heard from within, muffled by the doors, but identifiable as the librarian's satchel hitting the floor. Exchanging worried glances, Angel and Xander rushed into the library to see what had caused Giles to drop his briefcase…and froze at the sight they beheld.
On the other side of the room the women perched, having waited for the men to arrive. The gods of makeup and tight clothing had transformed them from pretty into seductive; bewitching sirens with powers to ensnare the minds of wayward men...in this case, the three men who stood near the doors, paralyzed by shock and bewilderment. Light filtered in from the back, caressing and enhancing the figures of the young women as they posed by the railing on the far end of the library. One of the women, a petite brunette who crouched on the railing with feline grace, slowly began to rise. No longer just the girl known as Kat, the dark-haired vixen eyed her prey, a sensual smile gracing her lush lips as she noted their unease. Glancing first to her right, then her left, she gave her sisters of seduction, who were poised on each side of the stairs, an unspoken signal to begin.
With a hint of a smile on her own dainty lips, the sultry redhead poised on Kat's right began to move her arms, gesturing intricately in the air with her fingers. As she ended with a snap, Angel and the other two found themselves unable to move, caught in her web of paralysis. This was the signal for the taller brunette to move, bending at the waist to press a button on the c.d. player at her feet. Sweet strains of a sultry song filled the air, preceding the women as they came to life before the men's eyes.
Cordelia and Willow floated down the steps, each walking sensuously toward their intended prey. Behind them Kat stretched, leaping from the railing to crouch on the wooden table in front of her. Exuding all the grace and flexibility that was inherent in her panther form, the vixen crawled down the length of the table, sliding off to stand at the end, her swirling green eyes fixating on the handsome vampire a few feet in front of her.
Just cause I'm small, can't hurt you at all
I'm only a girl, what to do?
Let me sing my song for you
Not many can
resist my command
I know just how to get to you
Let me sing
my song for you
The luscious ladies reached the men as the words began to pour over them, pulsing and throbbing to a beat as old as time. As they stood in front of each man, the women began to exact their revenge. Slowly, sinuously, they began to dance, their bodies undulating with the music. Kat stood directly in front of Angel, her eyes locked onto his as her luscious lips mouthed the words of the song. One dainty finger trailed down his face, tracing his jaw line and continuing on down, dragging against the material of his t-shirt as she ran her finger down his chest. Even without the paralysis spell, the ensouled vampire would have found it hard to move, as he was captivated by the spell this tiny woman was weaving before him with her body and her eyes.
When you lay down late at night
I'm the siren you can't fight
I know you don't stand a chance
There is nothing you can do
Once I put my spell on you
When I sing my lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
When I sing for you my lullaby
As her arms came over her head and her curvaceous body twisted and dipped, Angel got a good glimpse at the enticing outfit she wore, which propelled all her movements into the realm of eroticism. Unlike the apparel Buffy had always worn, blatantly sexual and leaving nothing to the imagination; Kat was wearing the perfect combination of sexual and sensual clothing. A combination halter/corset top framed her beautifully shaped upper body. Her breasts were caught in burgundy velvet cups of material that ended as straps that tied at the nape of her graceful neck.
The soft look of the velvet pleaded for one to touch, an urge that was swiftly countered by the bottom half of the shirt: a black leather corset. The leather was smooth as the velvet, but pulled taut across the brunette's ribs. A sweet looking bow tie rested between Kat's breasts. The enticing top stopped abruptly just above the woman's navel, and a wide swath of pale skin was laid bare between the edge of the top and the waistline of the jazz pants that completed the ensemble.
Settled low on her hips to begin with, the form fitting black pants had a waistline that dipped in a gentle vee, both front and back. The stretchy material hugged the brunette's lush curves and displayed her assets to their best advantage while also allowing Kat to move with her usual lithe, predatory grace. They also gave the engrossed vampire a very good view of her tattoo, as the werewoman twisted around in front of him; the hieroglyphs seemed to have a life of their own, hypnotizing Angel with the rise and fall of her hips as they rolled before his eyes. Turning to face him once more, Kat's lips continued to hold the vampire in thrall as she sung silently along with Willa Ford.
Ohhhh
Now that you see
It wasn't a dream
Reality got the best of you
Told ya boy, I will come after you
Now it's too late
Can't hesitate,
To hide this fate with deja vu
Watch out, boy, I'm coming for you
The kitten continued to dance before Angel, holding his attention fast as she gazed into his eyes. The vampire was only peripherally aware that Xander and Giles were being tormented as thoroughly as he was, for his warm chocolate eyes were focused solely on the dark-haired seductress who swayed before him. She continued to lip-sync to the alluring strains of the song as she pressed up against his cool body. The warmth of her body combined with her graceful movements to set his nerve endings ablaze. The blood he had drunk earlier began to roar in his ears as the song reached its climax.
In your sleep
It's got you so deep,
My sweet melody
Has captured you
Forevermore…
Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
When I sing for you my lullaby
Sing my lullaby...
As the song faded away into silence, Angel found the fetching kitten pressed tightly up against his well-muscled body, her hands resting lightly against his waist. Her eyes stared intently into his for a moment, swirling pools of light the color of a stormy sea. She stretched up suddenly, achingly slow as her body brushed against his, till her lips were positioned against his ear. Her warm breath fanned the hairs around his earlobe, making the vampire shudder deliciously as she whispered is a husky voice, "Gotcha Fangs." He felt her smile against his ear before her head moved, leaning back in order to gauge his reaction to her little scheme. Unable to control himself he growled possessively, his eyes igniting in a golden blaze as he tried in vain to grab her with his own hands.
Her lips quirking into a smile more typical of the werecat, Kat turned her head to speak to Willow, only to find the devious hacker was still pressed up against their librarian, continuing to torment him with a view of her own attributes. Kat felt a tiny stab of pity for the British man, who looked ready to keel over from a heart attack. "Hey Wills, think you can unfreeze them now? They look about ready to faint!" She tried to keep the amusement from creeping into her voice, but a trace of it came through nonetheless.
"Oh yea," the usually eloquent hacker replied, giggling at the looks on the men's faces as she waved her hands in the air, effectively releasing them from the spell she had labored for days to master, just for this prank. She bit her lip to keep from busting out laughing as Giles stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his satchel in the process. Stammering like mad, the librarian took his glasses off, polished them feverishly, then put them back on to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. An inarticulate sound rose from the British man's throat, his eyes widening as he got another glimpse of Willow's own tight top and pants.
"I uh..that is...excuse me," the watcher stammered further, fleeing into the safety of his office and sealing himself off from the rest of the gang with the slam of his door. Cordelia chuckled, sharing an amused glance with the red-faced but delighted Willow before focusing on her boyfriend once more.
Xander blinked once, twice, three times as his brain tried to process what just happened here. His dark eyes remained focused on his girlfriend's body, recalling the way she had danced against him. Certainly the usually prim and proper cheerleader had never danced like that before! Admiration gleamed in the teen's eyes as he regarded his high-maintenance girlfriend in a new light. Fast as he could, Xander grabbed her wrist, delighting in the surprise that flickered in her features. Tugging her closer, he whispered in Cordelia's ear softly, then began to drag the cheerleader away from the group, heading for the doors.
Willow watched as Xander and Cordelia disappeared from sight, her lips twitching with laughter as she contemplated briefly where her childhood friend was taking his girlfriend. 'Closet here we come!' she snickered mentally, her eyes moving away from the swinging doors of the library, coming to rest on the only pair remaining. The laughter faded in the hacker's emerald eyes, replaced by a tender look as she regarded the werecat and vampire who stood off to one side, Kat's arms still encircled around Angel's neck.
'They look so cute together,' the hacker sighed mentally, moving away to give them a little bit of privacy. Her computer was calling, as the redhead settled down to see if she could find a few more lines of prophecy before they headed out for patrol. 'Guess it's you and me tonight friend,' she mused softly, booting up the computer and resting her head in her hands. Her eyes flickered over to Kat and Angel, and she sighed once more. 'I need a life.'
* * * * * * * * * *
Kat watched Angel for any sign of a reaction to her little surprise. Her lips twitched as she felt him breathe, despite the lack of necessity on his part. His hands had come around to settle on her waist, with or without his knowledge she was uncertain, but a slight tendril of pleasure trickled through her at the feeling of his cool hands against the flesh exposed between her top and her pants. The petite brunette fought to keep from shivering as she watched the golden swirl in his normally dark eyes as it flared and dimmed, flashing intently through emotions she couldn't quite catch. Still smiling, she raised an eyebrow at Angel. "Well?" she prompted softly, waiting for a response from the silent vampire.
Angel expelled all the air he had been inhaling, chuckling nervously to dispel the tension building up inside of the bewildered vampire. His eyes dimmed in their intensity, though not in their warmth, as he watched her own bright orbs sparkle in merriment. "Point taken Kitten. Next time I'll be careful to watch what I say about you."
Smirking at her complete victory over the hapless vampire, Kat shrugged seemingly in innocence. "What can I say…I'm just full of surprises." An uneasy silence descended on the pair, making them painfully aware of how close they were. In an attempt to break the tension, Kat said the next thing that popped in her head. "Think you'll swing by the Bronze with us tonight after patrol? Willow and Cordy are sure to go, if for no other reason than to show off their new outfits."
Kat grinned as she imagined how the male populace of the club would react to their attire, not realizing that Angel was scowling as a similar image popped into his head. Only he wasn't thinking of a hacker or a cheerleader, but the effect a certain werecat was sure to have on the pups of the Bronze if she showed up in her too-revealing top. That image, coupled with several of her dancing at the Bronze like she had here, clawed at his mind in jealous zeal. A low rumble began in his throat, causing the tiny brunette he was holding to look at him in confusion.
"Something wrong?" she murmured, but Angel just shook his head, releasing her waist and taking a quick step backward as he tried to banish the unwelcome thoughts from his mind. His fierce scowl seemingly directed at Kat, he glared at her for a moment before muttering under his breath.
"We should get going." Whirling around, the vampire stalked out of the library like the hounds of Hell were on his heels, leaving a perplexed young woman standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. She stayed there as Willow, having witnessed that last little bit, came around the table to stand beside her friend, concern and thought etched on her elfin face.
"Uh…what was that all about Wills?" Kat turned to the redhead for anything that would explain Angel's bizarre mood swings. One minute he looked ready to kiss her, the next he glared at the werecat and stalked off in a foul mood. Her confusion only heightened when Willow giggled, shaking her head in amusement.
"He has some things to work out," Willow tried to explain, unconsciously choosing words Kat herself had used when Willow had inquired about why the brooding vampire had been avoiding her. She knew the real reason that Angel had bolted, but she wasn't sure her friend was ready to deal with the implications. Neither one seemed ready to admit they were developing feelings for the other. 'It'll happen though, and soon from the looks of it,' she pondered with a soft smile. Shaking her fiery head to clear her thoughts, Willow slipped her arm through Kat's, smiling brightly. "Why don't we go beat up on some poor, helpless vampires in order to clear our minds?"
Chuckling, Kat nodded as she allowed Willow to drag her to the wooden doors. "Alright Wills, you win. Therapy via vampire smashing...sounds good to me." Smiling, the two friends walked out of the library, but not before Willow glanced over at the door leading to Giles' office. Calling out a cheery goodbye, the mischievous hacker giggled hysterically as they heard an answering grumbled stammer, causing her dark-haired friend to cover her face with her hands. The last words that echoed in the library came from Kat, who bemoaned ever teaching Willow to express herself more.
"Oh lord, I've created a monster."
Hearing footsteps just ahead, Angel put his thoughts about troublesome kittens out of his mind and glanced up to see who was nearby. His lips twitched into a friendly smile as he recognized Xander's lean frame. Slowing his lengthy stride, Angel called out to the teenager. "Hello Xander." As the teen turned around, Angel raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you with Cordelia?"
Shifting from foot to foot nervously, Xander shrugged and grinned. "She ditched me for 'girl-time,' whatever that means." His smile melted away as a look of worry flickered over the brunette's features. "Do you think they're getting ready to ambush us?"
Angel chuckled at the idea, shaking his head. "I don't think they're going to do anything Xander, it's been what, three days now? Four? I'm sure they forgot about it already." But the teenaged boy couldn't so easily dismiss the idea.
"I don't know Angel man. You may be older than dirt, but you're just as in the dark about women as us living men." Xander tried to shake the 'wiggy feeling' he was getting, but he had a bad feeling about going into the high school. He was so engrossed in his internal worries that he missed Angel's scowl at the old man reference. The disgruntled vampire opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of someone clearing their throat lodged any complaints in the vampire's mouth. Turning, both young men regarded Giles as he stood there, watching them with a puzzled look on his British features.
"Is something amiss?" As the two dark-haired young men looked at each other, they shook their heads slowly. Unconvinced, Giles looked first at Angel, then at Xander, as if seeking some answers as to why they would be standing outside of the library, with Xander looking as if he was walking into Hell…literally. When no answers were forthcoming he continued. "Right. Now then, how about we move this into the library? Things that go bump in the night and all that." And with that Giles ushered the other two up the steps and into the school before Xander could think of a word of protest. As the doors closed behind them the sound echoed through the silent halls, like the final rap of a hammer as it nails the lid on a coffin.
* * * * * * * * * *
Angel knew something was wrong the moment they reached the doors to the library. He could smell the women inside the room, but for some reason not a sound issued beyond the solid wooden doors. His senses on full alert, the vampire motioned silently for Giles and Xander to hold up. From the look on the young teenager's face, Angel knew Xander felt uneasy as well. His face a cold mask of determination, Angel inched slowly forward, placing his hand on the door. He pressed his ear to the door, frowning as he strained to hear within. Someone shuffled their feet, but otherwise all was silent within. Apprehensive, the vampire stepped back, staring at the door as if it was the Gates of Hell.
Meanwhile Giles, who had up to this point been patient with the bizarre behavior exhibited by Angel and the Twinkie-junkie Xander, was clearly reaching his limit. "What the devil is going on here?" Giving them both a severe look, the librarian pushed his way forward, moving toward the library doors. Angel moved to stop him, but the watcher merely glared at him and, muttering something about bloody hellmouth and its idiotic effect on people, barged into the library.
For a moment the other two men just stood there, feet frozen in place, as they waited for some sound to issue from behind the solid wooden doors. Suddenly a thud was heard from within, muffled by the doors, but identifiable as the librarian's satchel hitting the floor. Exchanging worried glances, Angel and Xander rushed into the library to see what had caused Giles to drop his briefcase…and froze at the sight they beheld.
On the other side of the room the women perched, having waited for the men to arrive. The gods of makeup and tight clothing had transformed them from pretty into seductive; bewitching sirens with powers to ensnare the minds of wayward men...in this case, the three men who stood near the doors, paralyzed by shock and bewilderment. Light filtered in from the back, caressing and enhancing the figures of the young women as they posed by the railing on the far end of the library. One of the women, a petite brunette who crouched on the railing with feline grace, slowly began to rise. No longer just the girl known as Kat, the dark-haired vixen eyed her prey, a sensual smile gracing her lush lips as she noted their unease. Glancing first to her right, then her left, she gave her sisters of seduction, who were poised on each side of the stairs, an unspoken signal to begin.
With a hint of a smile on her own dainty lips, the sultry redhead poised on Kat's right began to move her arms, gesturing intricately in the air with her fingers. As she ended with a snap, Angel and the other two found themselves unable to move, caught in her web of paralysis. This was the signal for the taller brunette to move, bending at the waist to press a button on the c.d. player at her feet. Sweet strains of a sultry song filled the air, preceding the women as they came to life before the men's eyes.
Cordelia and Willow floated down the steps, each walking sensuously toward their intended prey. Behind them Kat stretched, leaping from the railing to crouch on the wooden table in front of her. Exuding all the grace and flexibility that was inherent in her panther form, the vixen crawled down the length of the table, sliding off to stand at the end, her swirling green eyes fixating on the handsome vampire a few feet in front of her.
Just cause I'm small, can't hurt you at all
I'm only a girl, what to do?
Let me sing my song for you
Not many can
resist my command
I know just how to get to you
Let me sing
my song for you
The luscious ladies reached the men as the words began to pour over them, pulsing and throbbing to a beat as old as time. As they stood in front of each man, the women began to exact their revenge. Slowly, sinuously, they began to dance, their bodies undulating with the music. Kat stood directly in front of Angel, her eyes locked onto his as her luscious lips mouthed the words of the song. One dainty finger trailed down his face, tracing his jaw line and continuing on down, dragging against the material of his t-shirt as she ran her finger down his chest. Even without the paralysis spell, the ensouled vampire would have found it hard to move, as he was captivated by the spell this tiny woman was weaving before him with her body and her eyes.
When you lay down late at night
I'm the siren you can't fight
I know you don't stand a chance
There is nothing you can do
Once I put my spell on you
When I sing my lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
When I sing for you my lullaby
As her arms came over her head and her curvaceous body twisted and dipped, Angel got a good glimpse at the enticing outfit she wore, which propelled all her movements into the realm of eroticism. Unlike the apparel Buffy had always worn, blatantly sexual and leaving nothing to the imagination; Kat was wearing the perfect combination of sexual and sensual clothing. A combination halter/corset top framed her beautifully shaped upper body. Her breasts were caught in burgundy velvet cups of material that ended as straps that tied at the nape of her graceful neck.
The soft look of the velvet pleaded for one to touch, an urge that was swiftly countered by the bottom half of the shirt: a black leather corset. The leather was smooth as the velvet, but pulled taut across the brunette's ribs. A sweet looking bow tie rested between Kat's breasts. The enticing top stopped abruptly just above the woman's navel, and a wide swath of pale skin was laid bare between the edge of the top and the waistline of the jazz pants that completed the ensemble.
Settled low on her hips to begin with, the form fitting black pants had a waistline that dipped in a gentle vee, both front and back. The stretchy material hugged the brunette's lush curves and displayed her assets to their best advantage while also allowing Kat to move with her usual lithe, predatory grace. They also gave the engrossed vampire a very good view of her tattoo, as the werewoman twisted around in front of him; the hieroglyphs seemed to have a life of their own, hypnotizing Angel with the rise and fall of her hips as they rolled before his eyes. Turning to face him once more, Kat's lips continued to hold the vampire in thrall as she sung silently along with Willa Ford.
Ohhhh
Now that you see
It wasn't a dream
Reality got the best of you
Told ya boy, I will come after you
Now it's too late
Can't hesitate,
To hide this fate with deja vu
Watch out, boy, I'm coming for you
The kitten continued to dance before Angel, holding his attention fast as she gazed into his eyes. The vampire was only peripherally aware that Xander and Giles were being tormented as thoroughly as he was, for his warm chocolate eyes were focused solely on the dark-haired seductress who swayed before him. She continued to lip-sync to the alluring strains of the song as she pressed up against his cool body. The warmth of her body combined with her graceful movements to set his nerve endings ablaze. The blood he had drunk earlier began to roar in his ears as the song reached its climax.
In your sleep
It's got you so deep,
My sweet melody
Has captured you
Forevermore…
Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
When I sing for you my lullaby
Sing my lullaby...
As the song faded away into silence, Angel found the fetching kitten pressed tightly up against his well-muscled body, her hands resting lightly against his waist. Her eyes stared intently into his for a moment, swirling pools of light the color of a stormy sea. She stretched up suddenly, achingly slow as her body brushed against his, till her lips were positioned against his ear. Her warm breath fanned the hairs around his earlobe, making the vampire shudder deliciously as she whispered is a husky voice, "Gotcha Fangs." He felt her smile against his ear before her head moved, leaning back in order to gauge his reaction to her little scheme. Unable to control himself he growled possessively, his eyes igniting in a golden blaze as he tried in vain to grab her with his own hands.
Her lips quirking into a smile more typical of the werecat, Kat turned her head to speak to Willow, only to find the devious hacker was still pressed up against their librarian, continuing to torment him with a view of her own attributes. Kat felt a tiny stab of pity for the British man, who looked ready to keel over from a heart attack. "Hey Wills, think you can unfreeze them now? They look about ready to faint!" She tried to keep the amusement from creeping into her voice, but a trace of it came through nonetheless.
"Oh yea," the usually eloquent hacker replied, giggling at the looks on the men's faces as she waved her hands in the air, effectively releasing them from the spell she had labored for days to master, just for this prank. She bit her lip to keep from busting out laughing as Giles stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his satchel in the process. Stammering like mad, the librarian took his glasses off, polished them feverishly, then put them back on to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. An inarticulate sound rose from the British man's throat, his eyes widening as he got another glimpse of Willow's own tight top and pants.
"I uh..that is...excuse me," the watcher stammered further, fleeing into the safety of his office and sealing himself off from the rest of the gang with the slam of his door. Cordelia chuckled, sharing an amused glance with the red-faced but delighted Willow before focusing on her boyfriend once more.
Xander blinked once, twice, three times as his brain tried to process what just happened here. His dark eyes remained focused on his girlfriend's body, recalling the way she had danced against him. Certainly the usually prim and proper cheerleader had never danced like that before! Admiration gleamed in the teen's eyes as he regarded his high-maintenance girlfriend in a new light. Fast as he could, Xander grabbed her wrist, delighting in the surprise that flickered in her features. Tugging her closer, he whispered in Cordelia's ear softly, then began to drag the cheerleader away from the group, heading for the doors.
Willow watched as Xander and Cordelia disappeared from sight, her lips twitching with laughter as she contemplated briefly where her childhood friend was taking his girlfriend. 'Closet here we come!' she snickered mentally, her eyes moving away from the swinging doors of the library, coming to rest on the only pair remaining. The laughter faded in the hacker's emerald eyes, replaced by a tender look as she regarded the werecat and vampire who stood off to one side, Kat's arms still encircled around Angel's neck.
'They look so cute together,' the hacker sighed mentally, moving away to give them a little bit of privacy. Her computer was calling, as the redhead settled down to see if she could find a few more lines of prophecy before they headed out for patrol. 'Guess it's you and me tonight friend,' she mused softly, booting up the computer and resting her head in her hands. Her eyes flickered over to Kat and Angel, and she sighed once more. 'I need a life.'
* * * * * * * * * *
Kat watched Angel for any sign of a reaction to her little surprise. Her lips twitched as she felt him breathe, despite the lack of necessity on his part. His hands had come around to settle on her waist, with or without his knowledge she was uncertain, but a slight tendril of pleasure trickled through her at the feeling of his cool hands against the flesh exposed between her top and her pants. The petite brunette fought to keep from shivering as she watched the golden swirl in his normally dark eyes as it flared and dimmed, flashing intently through emotions she couldn't quite catch. Still smiling, she raised an eyebrow at Angel. "Well?" she prompted softly, waiting for a response from the silent vampire.
Angel expelled all the air he had been inhaling, chuckling nervously to dispel the tension building up inside of the bewildered vampire. His eyes dimmed in their intensity, though not in their warmth, as he watched her own bright orbs sparkle in merriment. "Point taken Kitten. Next time I'll be careful to watch what I say about you."
Smirking at her complete victory over the hapless vampire, Kat shrugged seemingly in innocence. "What can I say…I'm just full of surprises." An uneasy silence descended on the pair, making them painfully aware of how close they were. In an attempt to break the tension, Kat said the next thing that popped in her head. "Think you'll swing by the Bronze with us tonight after patrol? Willow and Cordy are sure to go, if for no other reason than to show off their new outfits."
Kat grinned as she imagined how the male populace of the club would react to their attire, not realizing that Angel was scowling as a similar image popped into his head. Only he wasn't thinking of a hacker or a cheerleader, but the effect a certain werecat was sure to have on the pups of the Bronze if she showed up in her too-revealing top. That image, coupled with several of her dancing at the Bronze like she had here, clawed at his mind in jealous zeal. A low rumble began in his throat, causing the tiny brunette he was holding to look at him in confusion.
"Something wrong?" she murmured, but Angel just shook his head, releasing her waist and taking a quick step backward as he tried to banish the unwelcome thoughts from his mind. His fierce scowl seemingly directed at Kat, he glared at her for a moment before muttering under his breath.
"We should get going." Whirling around, the vampire stalked out of the library like the hounds of Hell were on his heels, leaving a perplexed young woman standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. She stayed there as Willow, having witnessed that last little bit, came around the table to stand beside her friend, concern and thought etched on her elfin face.
"Uh…what was that all about Wills?" Kat turned to the redhead for anything that would explain Angel's bizarre mood swings. One minute he looked ready to kiss her, the next he glared at the werecat and stalked off in a foul mood. Her confusion only heightened when Willow giggled, shaking her head in amusement.
"He has some things to work out," Willow tried to explain, unconsciously choosing words Kat herself had used when Willow had inquired about why the brooding vampire had been avoiding her. She knew the real reason that Angel had bolted, but she wasn't sure her friend was ready to deal with the implications. Neither one seemed ready to admit they were developing feelings for the other. 'It'll happen though, and soon from the looks of it,' she pondered with a soft smile. Shaking her fiery head to clear her thoughts, Willow slipped her arm through Kat's, smiling brightly. "Why don't we go beat up on some poor, helpless vampires in order to clear our minds?"
Chuckling, Kat nodded as she allowed Willow to drag her to the wooden doors. "Alright Wills, you win. Therapy via vampire smashing...sounds good to me." Smiling, the two friends walked out of the library, but not before Willow glanced over at the door leading to Giles' office. Calling out a cheery goodbye, the mischievous hacker giggled hysterically as they heard an answering grumbled stammer, causing her dark-haired friend to cover her face with her hands. The last words that echoed in the library came from Kat, who bemoaned ever teaching Willow to express herself more.
"Oh lord, I've created a monster."