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Shanna
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Angel had been sorely tempted to join Spike and Willow in the bathroom. His vampiric hearing allowed him a general idea of what was occurring behind the closed door, but as she had told them, it was going to take Willow a while to get used to the idea of their little trio. He couldn't blame her. As long as he'd known the petite redhead, she had always been shy and a bit backward, especially around members of the opposite sex. The situation they were in now must be overwhelming to her completely.
So instead of following his urges to slip under the hot water with his grand_childe and their witch, Angel grabbed a change of clothes and headed across the hall to Willow's room to take his own shower. . .alone.
As he let the warm spray ease away the dull ache in his back, a remnant from the piece of wood lodged there only last night, the dark vampire let his mind wander. He and Willow had, had sex. Great sex. And he cared about the girl more than he was willing to admit even to himself. Angel had told the girl he loved her, and that was true. He just hadn't told her the depths of his feelings.
Maybe it was a side effect from the bond, this attachment he had to the redhead. Or maybe it was just that he had never met anyone quite like Willow, and having time away from Buffy's blinding presence had allowed him to see her for what she really was.
She was sweet, kind, generous, and tolerant, something needed by a souled vampire who had almost two centuries of destruction under his belt. She was a warm balm to his soul. She soothed and offered a forgiveness that he didn't think anyone would ever provide, forgiveness that he himself didn't think he deserved.
His soul wasn't permanent yet. He didn't know how he knew this, he just did. Angelus was still there, muttering dark thoughts and suggestions to him. His demon urged him to drain the redhead dry and take Spike, chain him and torture him for old times sake.
Angel smiled. Spike. Now there was an unexpected development. He had his grand_childe back. At least they were working on getting their relationship back on track. It wouldn't be easy, he knew. Especially not after the way Angelus had tortured the blond during his time in Sunnydale, but it would be worth it. He was being honest when he told Spike that it was lonely with no one around to share his vampire side with. The elder vampire felt the need to shield and hide that part of himself from Cordelia and Wesley. If he let his demon out during a fight, afterwards they would look at him cautiously and he could smell the nervous fear rolling off their skin.
He wondered if Spike would hold him to the blood oath still. He hoped not. Angel felt a wave of disappointment wash over him at the thought of Spike taking Willow and going back to Sunnydale, leaving him alone again in LA. Would he be able to convince them to stay here? He knew that he couldn't leave. This is where the Powers needed him. This is where he needed to be in order to work on his redemption.
Would he be selfish to want to keep them here? Angel knew that they were a great help to Buffy, Spike with his connections and fighting skills, and he understood Willow was becoming quite proficient in magics. He sighed to himself as he reached out to turn off the water. He would ask his grand_childe what he thought, if he would be willing to release him from the blood oath. Would he consider staying? Would Willow?
Angel toweled himself dry and wandered back into his rooms. It was still early, just before dawn. A smile crossed the dark vampire's face as he looked upon the picture found in his bed. Spike and Willow laid freshly scrubbed and naked, sleeping entwined. Willow slept on her back, one arm around the blond vampire, fingers limply splayed on his neck, her other hand rested on Spike's arm which was thrown over her waist, his hand resting along her rib cage. The younger vampire's head was cushioned on one of the redhead's breasts and he looked more peaceful than Angel had ever seen him. The sheet was slung low on his hips and barely covered Willow's nest of cinnamon curls, leaving her flat stomach exposed. They looked like an ancient Greek statue, the dark vampire thought. "A Lovers' Repose"
Smiling to himself, Angel silently made his way to a small desk in the corner of the room and withdrew his drawing pad and pencils. It had been a long time since he'd had anything worthwhile to sketch. This was not a picture he wanted to forget. He quietly pulled one of the chairs closer to the bed and sat to begin drawing Spike and Willow lovingly.
An hour and a half later, his masterpiece done, Angel undressed and crawled into bed on Willow's other side, an arm gathering both in his embrace. He felt a cool hand move from between him and the redhead to lay against his waist. Coffee brown eyes met cobalt blue.
"Takin' a picture would have been faster," the blond mumbled in a husky baritone.
"But then you wouldn't have been in it," his grand_sire replied just as softly.
"You've drawn plenty of pictures of me over the years. Don't have enough, Peaches?"
"I lost them all, after the soul," Angel murmured sadly. "Besides, I've never seen you like this before."
"Like what?"
"Content. Relaxed. At peace."
"Piffle," Spike said, feeling uncomfortable. "Witch just wore me out. They always say it's the quiet ones you've gotta watch out for."
Angel smirked at the blond. "Whatever you say, Spike."
"Bloody hell, quit your jabberin' and go to sleep ya Poof. You'll need it if ya plan to keep up with Red here."
"Goodnight, Spike," Angel chuckled.
"G'night, Peaches."
"Goodnight, John Boy," the redhead mumbled sleepily, drawing them both close.
The vampires smiled at their redhead, each giving her a soft kiss before settling down to sleep.
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