AN: Yeah, it took a LOOOOOOOOOOONG time, but here it is. Chapter 18! Thank you to those who faithfully kept my story in their favorites list, even after I announced that I was done writing. I hope you guys enjoy my muse's work.
Buffy stared at the alarm clock for a few minutes. It was just about time for Will to get home from work. Nearly a week had passed since they had agreed to take it slow, and for the most part, they were still taking it slow. That is, if slow meant spending every waking available moment together.
Will had even changed his sleeping patterns to adjust to remaining awake until Buffy was out the door for her own two jobs. Likewise, Buffy had started getting up earlier and earlier so that on her off days, she could go back to sleep when Will came home.
And sleep they did. Since that first day, they had laid off the sex, which frustrated both of them. When they climbed into his bed together- it was bigger than hers- they would lay close to one another, snuggled under the warm blankets. Buffy reveled in the feeling of falling asleep in his arms.
Comfort wasn't something she had ever thought a man could provide, but Will provided it in droves. Comfort, safety, friendship, and love were all things she identified feeling when she thought of Will.
Blinking groggily, she yawned as the minutes ticked by. The thought of love rose in her mind again. It wasn't so much that she felt she loved him, as she just loved being with him. At least, I don't think its love, she thought. Maybe it is, what do I know? It's not like I've felt it before.
With a sigh, she sat up in bed, and slid out. Her fuzzy piggy slippers were waiting near the bed for her feet. The storms lately had made the weather dreary and cold, and she'd unearthed the slippers she had once received as a joke to compensate the cold feet syndrome that Buffy equated to morning coffee with Will.
It was funny how much she had started to equate to her morning's with him. She had so many feelings and reactions that tied in with the small morning ritual. Glancing back at the clock again, Buffy pulled on a thick warm robe, and stumbled down the stairs to make coffee.
Will stuck his time card into the little electronic machine, and went towards his locker. The company had provided a room filled with small square lockers for people to store their belongings after several people were fired for stealing. He pulled his duster out, and slammed it shut.
On his way out, he glanced at the clock, and saw that he was running late already for his morning with Buffy. With a bit of a scowl, he pulled a cigarette out, and put it between his lips. She hated his smoking, but didn't tell him he had to stop. It was one of his only vices, and Will was damn well going to keep it.
Just as he reached his car, he felt a hand on his shoulder, halting him. He cursed under his breath, and turned around. As he did, a large fist slammed into his face. Cursing loudly now, Will stumbled back against the car, and looked towards his assailant.
"Oh, bullocks, peaches! What the bloody hell was that for?" He held his nose and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain for a moment. From his lips, the now broken cigarette dangled, threatening to fall at any moment. The damn chilliness in the air accentuated the pain.
"That was paybacks. Ain't life grand?" Angelus smirked cockily as he pulled his hand back again. Balling it into a loose fist, he swung forward. Just before his meaty weapon made contact, however, Will ducked down. Cursing at the sound of his car window cracking, Will darted forward towards Angelus' legs.
Barreling into them, he wrapped his arms around the knees, and shoved. Angelus went down quickly, but came right back towards him swinging fists. A lucky fist caught Will on the chin, and sent his head backwards.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty. Angel, don't bloody him. I wanted to do that." Behind the brawling pair, Drusilla stood in a long red coat. She was making a tsk-ing sound with her mouth, and shaking her finger at the two of them.
Angelus scowled up at her as Will drew his own fist back, and caught Angelus in his nose. Blood splurted forth from his nose after a satisfying crunch could be heard. Angelus cussed loudly before laying back in on the muddy gravel drive way. Will took the opportunity to pummel Angelus' face with his fists.
Drusilla screeched, and leaned behind him to try and knock Will away, and caught an elbow to her midsection. As she fell backwards, Angelus used a burst of strength to push Will off of him. He quickly pulled himself up from the mud as Will stood and glared at the two.
Buffy stood glaring outside. It was 10 after 8. Will gets out of work at 7:40, home by 7:55, she thought with a scowl. She pushed her cereal around the bowl, and stared at the coffee pot.
"Now, now, Spike, is this any way to treat a couple of old friends?" Angelus smirked at him as Will wiped blood off his own face with a hanky. Drusilla was standing next to Will, ranting and raving into his face about the fight.
"I don't see any friends here, just a bunch of wankers. I'm late, what the bloody hell do you two want?"
"Spikey, we wanted to tell you, and you were nasty! I don't think we shall tell you after all." Drusilla plastered on a fake looking pout as she stared up at Will. Angelus smirked as he watched the two.
Buffy stood up, and dumped her soggy cereal into the trash. She tossed the coffee down the drain, and walked back to the stairs. It was nearly 9am now, and still no Will. She was worried, but she was also mad. He could be hurt, sure, but her rational mind told her that he just got held up with something. Too bad her mind couldn't read his and find out what was keeping him.
"Spit it out, then, Dru. I 'aven't got all day. Tell me what the bloody hell you want, and leave." Will scowled at the two of them as he held a rag to his face.
"Angel and I are getting married! We want you to be there, my little Spikey." Drusilla dabbed at his face with her own small hanky, smiling at him in an almost angelic manner. Will scowled, and brushed her off of him.
"Like hell I'll be there. Have fun, have bratty babies, and SOD OFF!" Will pushed her away from the door to the car, and opened it. Angelus laughed deeply behind him.
"See, darling, I told you he'd not come. You know, he never really did care for our feelings." With a smirk, he slid his arm around Drusilla's shoulder, and pulled her over towards their car. Drusilla frowned as she wiped at Angelus' face now.
Will glared at the two of them through the cracked window, then started the car, and screeched out of the parking lot. It was nearly 9 now. Buffy'd be ticked off, he knew, but after that fight, he had to go out and wind down.