Chapter 13
Willow and Angel were giggling as they came into his apartment. She stumbled to kick her stubborn heels off her wobbly feet as Angel tried to steady her
"I think you need to get to bed." Angel helped her wobbly body to his room.
"I'm just giddy, Angel. I'm fine, I could stay awake for hours."
"You're also extremely drunk. I should have known better than to give you those drinks." She laughed again and fell to the bed, pulling Angel with her. He landed with a thud on the mattress next to her. Their eyes locked and Willow's giggles secede, her smile still firmly planted on her face.
A lock of hair fell stray in her face and Angel lightly brushed the hair behind her ear. His hand never left her cheek as her eyes fluttered open. She'd closed them, letting the sensation overtake her at the soft touch.
Without much thinking, any thinking, Angel leaned over, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. His lips lightly lingered on her's till he slowly pulled away.
"I'm sorry." Were his words to break the silence.
"For what?"
"I didn't want to kiss you."
"Then I'm sorry too."
"Why should you be sorry?"
"Because I didn't want you to regret it." Her eyes closed again and she leaned in, touching her lips to his as softly as he'd done moments before. Angel pulled away, braking the kiss.
"Willow. Maybe we shouldn't do this. You're not you right now. You might -- " his words were cut off by a shush and her finger to his lips. She moved in closer again, claiming him fully into a passionate kiss. Angel returned it with furry, his hand snaking into her soft, firey hair.
He trailed the kiss to her jaw and over her pulse point, focusing there for a while before moving to her shoulder.
Pulling away, Willow whimpered in protest and Angel placed his forehead against her's. She brushed her nose against his and leaned in for another light kiss.
Her fingers found Angel's shirt buttons. She sloppily removed them, her fingers loosing grip on the buttons or them being stubborn on their own. She grunted and growled in frustration and Angel chuckled, removing the last button for her, his hands atop her's.
She removed her hands from his and started to trail wet kisses down over his Adam's apple. Over the contours of his pecks and to his ABS, nibbling lightly into the crevices of his chest form.
As soon as she was at his waist, her hands lingered on the waist band, her eyes traveling up to meet his. He stared into her cute emerald eyes she had used so many times to stare into him with and he used to loose himself in. But that wasn't the only thing he saw there. No matter how much she denied it, she still had that drunken gleam in her eyes.
She moved to continue and he stopped her. Pulling her up by her hands, he laid her on the pillow. He went to get up and she grabbed his face at the cheek and turned him towards her.
"Where are you going?"
"We can't do this."
"What?" She couldn't believe his words.
"Willow." He laid her gently on the pillows again. "If we do this, you're gonna regret it."
"What?! Regret? No regret."
"Regret." He kissed her on the forehead and placed his head to her's. "You're drunk Willow."
"No, I'm not!" She flashed her stern 'resolve face'. That's when Angel knew he wasn't getting out of there. He laid her back against the mounds of pillows and pulled her into a cradle next to him. He rubbed soft, tender circles into her arms and back till when he looked down, she was soundly in his arms, sleeping.
The last thoughts to rack his mind before he dosed to join her were, 'Little Red, you have no idea how much self-control you take."
Willow and Angel were giggling as they came into his apartment. She stumbled to kick her stubborn heels off her wobbly feet as Angel tried to steady her
"I think you need to get to bed." Angel helped her wobbly body to his room.
"I'm just giddy, Angel. I'm fine, I could stay awake for hours."
"You're also extremely drunk. I should have known better than to give you those drinks." She laughed again and fell to the bed, pulling Angel with her. He landed with a thud on the mattress next to her. Their eyes locked and Willow's giggles secede, her smile still firmly planted on her face.
A lock of hair fell stray in her face and Angel lightly brushed the hair behind her ear. His hand never left her cheek as her eyes fluttered open. She'd closed them, letting the sensation overtake her at the soft touch.
Without much thinking, any thinking, Angel leaned over, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. His lips lightly lingered on her's till he slowly pulled away.
"I'm sorry." Were his words to break the silence.
"For what?"
"I didn't want to kiss you."
"Then I'm sorry too."
"Why should you be sorry?"
"Because I didn't want you to regret it." Her eyes closed again and she leaned in, touching her lips to his as softly as he'd done moments before. Angel pulled away, braking the kiss.
"Willow. Maybe we shouldn't do this. You're not you right now. You might -- " his words were cut off by a shush and her finger to his lips. She moved in closer again, claiming him fully into a passionate kiss. Angel returned it with furry, his hand snaking into her soft, firey hair.
He trailed the kiss to her jaw and over her pulse point, focusing there for a while before moving to her shoulder.
Pulling away, Willow whimpered in protest and Angel placed his forehead against her's. She brushed her nose against his and leaned in for another light kiss.
Her fingers found Angel's shirt buttons. She sloppily removed them, her fingers loosing grip on the buttons or them being stubborn on their own. She grunted and growled in frustration and Angel chuckled, removing the last button for her, his hands atop her's.
She removed her hands from his and started to trail wet kisses down over his Adam's apple. Over the contours of his pecks and to his ABS, nibbling lightly into the crevices of his chest form.
As soon as she was at his waist, her hands lingered on the waist band, her eyes traveling up to meet his. He stared into her cute emerald eyes she had used so many times to stare into him with and he used to loose himself in. But that wasn't the only thing he saw there. No matter how much she denied it, she still had that drunken gleam in her eyes.
She moved to continue and he stopped her. Pulling her up by her hands, he laid her on the pillow. He went to get up and she grabbed his face at the cheek and turned him towards her.
"Where are you going?"
"We can't do this."
"What?" She couldn't believe his words.
"Willow." He laid her gently on the pillows again. "If we do this, you're gonna regret it."
"What?! Regret? No regret."
"Regret." He kissed her on the forehead and placed his head to her's. "You're drunk Willow."
"No, I'm not!" She flashed her stern 'resolve face'. That's when Angel knew he wasn't getting out of there. He laid her back against the mounds of pillows and pulled her into a cradle next to him. He rubbed soft, tender circles into her arms and back till when he looked down, she was soundly in his arms, sleeping.
The last thoughts to rack his mind before he dosed to join her were, 'Little Red, you have no idea how much self-control you take."