Afterwards, the couple took the time to rest on the couch for a while, the only sound in the room being their at first heavy, then slowly calming breathing; finally, Willow broke the silence, still sounding a bit shaken up. "Okay, I think I'm motivated now. You were right."
"I know", Pat self-confidently gave back, "and that is good because soon, I'll have to leave for patrol, then you can write that paper while I'm gone."
"Yeah", the witch agreed, getting up from the couch after making sure her legs would be steady enough and picking up her clothes, "that'll pass the time until you'll be back. Maybe I'll even get done, if it takes you long enough."
"I hope not", the demon grimaced, "I was serious when I told Buffy that the vamps were kinda lame since I took over, but let's hope I didn't jinx it now."
"As if you'd mind a proper fight", the redhead teased, putting her blouse back on and quickly buttoning it up, "someone who doesn't know you well might buy that, but I don't, Sweetie, I know you love it to kick butt."
To her amusement, Pat only let out a "Hmph" noise in reply, didn't try to deny it though; instead, she got up from the couch, not picking up her clothing though, letting the witch know that she'd go and have a shower, making the redhead nod – before she smirked, a well-known glint entering her eyes.
"Mind if I join you?" she then asked, managing to sound completely innocent; clearly surprised, Pat raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with a mixture of amusement and surprise when she replied. "Oh my, someone's insatiable today."
"I just need the motivation, and I think you're rubbing off on me", Willow shrugged, "but that doesn't answer my question."
"You know I don't", Pat immediately reassured her, only to have her good eye go wide a second later as Willow quickly unbuttoned her blouse again and let it drop to the floor, giving her a seductive smile before they made their way into the bathroom together, the demon clearly eager to give her girlfriend that extra motivation she obviously needed.
After Pat had left for patrol, Willow had made herself comfortable on the couch, wrapped up in her girlfriend's fluffy bathrobe – a piece of clothing which often led to the demon being made fun of, the witch never ceasing to be amused about the fact that her action-girl type lover who took so much joy from kicking ass also loved it to wear that fluffy thing in the privacy of their home.
Right now though, she was thankful that Pat owned such a thing, as it was big enough to let her wrap herself up in it comfortably and let her relax enough to focus on her paper properly; the laptop was on the table in front of her, a cup of tea right next to it, the liquid gone cold by now since it had been ignored for the last thirty minutes, time the redhead had spent typing away on the computer.
To her happiness, she made good progress on the paper, the words and sentences coming to her easily; every now and then, she glanced at the clock in the right bottom corner of the screen, surprised at how much time had passed between those glances – as always when she got engrossed in her studies, she didn't even notice how time flew by. Finally, after almost three hours of non-stop working, Willow decided that it was enough for now; she hadn't gotten done with the paper, as she had hoped she might, but by now, her eyes felt grainy and tired, and her concentration was beginning to fail, prompting her to make more typos than usual and to even write sentences which weren't proper English once or twice.
For a moment, she was unsure about what to do next; even though she was tired, she didn't want to go to sleep yet, eager to wait for her girlfriend to return, but reading one of her non-college related books was out of question, with the way her eyes felt – she'd probably be fast asleep before she'd even finished the first page.
Thus, she switched on the TV after a moment, then got up to get herself a cup of fresh tea, not wanting to drink the one which by now had cooled down; while she waited for the water in the electric kettle to start boiling, she checked the clock on the kitchen wall, frowning to herself when she saw how late it was by now – she knew that patrol could take longer on some nights than on others, but during the last two weeks, Pat always had been at home shortly after midnight.
Shrugging it off and telling herself that it was Sunday evening and that thus, there were more new vampires than usual, with more people to be eaten and sired on Saturday nights, Willow finished preparing her tea and made her way back into the living room; there, she made herself comfortable on the couch, then grabbed the remote control and started zapping through the channels, finally settling on a comedic movie, deciding that it wouldn't matter that she apparently had missed the first ten minutes.
The movie was funny enough to distract her from waiting for the sound of the door opening; while it ran, she made her way to the kitchen two more times, refilling her cup of tea; she didn't finish the third time though, falling asleep right after the movie had ended, slumbering soundly on the couch by the time the door opened and her girlfriend came back home at last.
The sight of Willow asleep was one of the cutest things Pat ever had seen in her long life, and thus, she smiled automatically the moment her gaze fell on the slumbering redhead; she shook her head to herself, then picked up the remote and switched off the TV before she crouched next to the couch, moving one hand to caress her girlfriend's hair tenderly, smiling again when the witch let out a content sigh in reply, then opened her eyes, the cutest yawn ever escaping her afterwards.
"You're home", she then mumbled, "what time is it?"
"Half past one", the demon gave back, "took a bit longer today, more freshly sired vamps than usual, the wonders of Saturday night. And I see you're wearing my, and I quote, embarrassingly cute and fluffy robe."
"It's very fluffy", Willow gave back, finally managing to sit up and rubbing her eyes before she smiled at the black haired woman, "and comfy."
"That's why I own it", Pat pointed out to her, then made a vague gesture at the door leading to the bedroom, asking the witch if she wanted to go to sleep in a proper bed now.
"Oh yes", Willow sighed, coming to her feet and yawning again, "I actually was planning to stay awake until you'd come back, but I worked on that papers for hours and then, I fell asleep while watching TV", she added after the yawn, smiling slightly at the demon's response. "That was kinda lucky for me then, because you're so cute when you sleep."
"So, you're saying I'm not cute when I'm awake?" Willow demanded to know, with surprising wit, considering the fact that she just had been woken up from deep slumber; Pat raised an eyebrow at her, sounding dry when she replied, her words making the witch giggle once more. "You sure you don't wanna be a lawyer? That right now was quite lawyer-y. Would surely impress the judges."
"Nope, don't wanna be a lawyer", Willow reassured her as they made their way into the bedroom together, the redhead shrugging off the fluffy robe and making herself comfortable in the bed while Pat needed a bit more time, having to unbutton her shirt, frowning when she reached the spot where the last button should have been and only encountered fabric there, along with a tiny hole which wasn't supposed to be there.
"Would you look at that", she commented, rolling her good eye when Willow reassured her that she was looking, her gaze fixed on the taller woman's flat stomach.
"That's not what I meant", Pat pointed out, "even though I'm glad to know my sex appeal still works on you, after all those years. I was talking about that." With those words, she held the shirt out to the redhead, who found it considerably hard to look at it, frowning when she couldn't find anything wrong with it.
"What are you talking about?" she thus demanded to know, "it's one of your shirts. The fabric's nice. Is it new?"
"Yes it is, and it's missing a button", Pat pointed out the shirt's flaw, "right here, see?"
"Oh, it does", the witch realized, "must have happened during patrol. But no one will ever notice, it's the last button and you always stuff that part of it into your pants, anyway."
"I didn't even notice", Pat had to admit, "but it's annoying nonetheless. I just bought that last week, and I'll never find that stupid button on the cemetery."
"I'll put a new one on it tomorrow", Willow promised, deciding that there had been enough talk about shirts and buttons, "now get those abs I admired before into bed so we can cuddle, I'm tired."
At once, the black haired woman showed her agreement to that order by throwing her shirt on the ground; she quickly got out of her pants and took off her eye patch and socks, then got into bed, smirking when immediately, Willow snuggled up to her.
"Sleep well", she mumbled after she had made herself comfortable, another content sigh escaping her when Pat absent-mindedly moved her hand to caress her hair again; she craned her neck for a goodnight kiss, then closed her eyes and rested her head on the taller woman's shoulder, quickly falling asleep again and slumbering soundly until the alarm clock ran early in the next morning.
In the next morning, Willow as always got up after the first ring of the alarm clock, something which partly was caused by her eagerness to get to college and partly by the fact that, if it rang any longer, it'd wake up her girlfriend and she'd be majorly grumpy, as always when she got torn out of her sleep before she'd gotten enough of it.
Carefully, so she wouldn't be the one to wake Pat up now that the threat of the alarm clock doing this had been gotten rid of, she disentangled herself from the demon's embrace, something which wasn't all too easy since the taller woman's arm laid over her waist and one of her legs over hers; finally, she managed it though, running both hands through her tousled hair while she made her way into the bathroom.
While she went through her usual morning routine there, she thought of the upcoming day at college, mentally going through the classes she'd have and which of those she usually shared with Buffy; since the Slayer still was too weakened from the poisoning she had gone through two weeks ago, Willow had agreed to take notes for her during those classes, something which had turned out to be harder than she had thought though since the notes she took just for herself were short and to the point, while Buffy needed more detailed ones to figure out what they were about.
By now though, the witch had gotten considerably better at writing things down the way her best friend needed them to be written so they'd be helpful; she reminded herself to pack the new notepad she had bought the day before, since the one she currently was using was almost full, then got done with her routine and left the bathroom after she had put on her own bathrobe, smirking slightly when her gaze fell on the bed and she saw her girlfriend still fast asleep there, the demon hugging the pillow now that Willow was gone.
"So cute", she mumbled to herself, wishing for a camera; then, she shrugged it off and moved on to the kitchen, starting the coffee machine there before she checked the fridge, after a moment settling on having some cereal, not feeling like preparing anything else. While she poured the crispy flakes into a bowl, she listened for any noise from the bedroom – every now and then, Pat actually would wake up early enough on her own to join her before she'd leave for college, amusing her girlfriend with the fact that the only conversation she was capable of before getting her first coffee and cigarette were grunts and growls.
This morning though, it seemed as if the demon wouldn't find her way out of dreamland early enough; figuring that it was just normal after patrol had taken longer than anticipated, the redhead shrugged it off and moved to the coffee machine as the coffee just had gotten done, humming softly to herself while she poured the steaming, black liquid into the cup she had readied.
Making her way back to the table, she picked up the newspaper from the previous day from the kitchen counter and sat down to read it; as always, she skipped the section about local crimes and violence, getting more than enough of that thanks to her close friendship with the Slayer and her romantic relationship with a demon; instead, she read the more harmless sections, like economy and sports, even though the latter didn't interest her much.
Still the newspaper kept her busy until she finished her breakfast and made her way to the bedroom again to change from her bathrobe into clothing more suitable for college; she managed to do so without waking her girlfriend up, by now considerably good at this, taking the time to move to the bed once more and kiss her slumbering lover's cheek, smiling when she earned a low grunt in reply.
Straightening up again, Willow looked at the sleeping demon for a moment longer, briefly pondering how happy they were making each other; then, she finally left the bedroom and, after a quick detour to the living room to grab her book bag, the apartment, unaware of the fact that, if she had read the crime section of the newspaper this time, she would have been prepared much better for what was awaiting her at the campus.