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Shanna
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The AI Team lucked out in a way. Cordelia was driven to her knees by a migraine inducing vision right at the entrance to Parties-R-Us. The last items on her list were party hats, streamers and noisemakers. She had thought they might even have a "Congratulations on your permanent soulage, Angel" banner made up as well. It was either that or "Kiss your Angelus good-bye!". Willow tried to explain the melding of soul and demon, but Cordy being Cordy thought it was catchy and would be cute.
In Willow’s opinion, it was the PTB’s way of sparing her the humiliating task of facing the store clerk’s stare if Cordy had placed an order for the banner. She giggled behind her hand as she drove back to the hotel, picturing the relief on her vampires’ faces when they found out they escaped having to wear the uncomfortable party hats with the annoying elastic strap as well. A mental image of Spike and Angel donning these brightly metallic cones of cardboard with party horns in their mouths left her chortling, much to Cordy’s annoyance, the rest of the way to the Hyperion.
She gently led Cordelia into the lobby, calling for the others. Once she had her friend settled on one of the lumpy couches, and the pale girl had demanded her pain medication from a flustered Wesley, Willow decided to unload the car of their purchases.
Only when she was finished did she find out the details of the vision that ended their shopping trip.
"So, we’re dealing with a Mucus demon," Angel asked.
"Call it whatever you want. I’ll call it slimy ookieness. It was gray and just dripping with. . .eeewww, it’s just gross. It’s got this yellow snottiness oozing from every pore and. . ."
"Definitely a Mucus demon," Wesley cut her off before her graphic description caused him to lose his lunch.
"How do you kill it," Willow asked, placing some of the bags on the floor next to the couch and sitting down next to Cordelia.
"Simple decapitation should work," Angel mused, already heading for the weapons cabinet. "Looks like your party will need to be postponed, Delia."
"That’s all right," she groaned. "We didn’t get the hats and horns yet anyway."
Willow couldn’t contain her laughter at the horror-stricken look on Angel’s face and the outright hostility on Spike’s.
"I’m not wearin’ any soddin’ bloody hat or blowin’ any bleedin’ horn, Cheerleader, so you can forget it," he growled as he pointed at the pale girl taking the pills Wesley had fetched for her.
Willow arose and walked over to Spike, with a teasing glimmer in her eye. Wrapping her arms around her lover, she stood on tiptoe and whispered, "I think you’d look sexy with a hat and a horn."
Spike glared down at his witch, then a smile quirked the corners of his mouth and he leaned closer, kissing her softly. He whispered against her lips, "You just want to see me with Peaches’ horn. Turned you on, didn’t it, pet?"
Willow blushed and slapped his arm, but didn’t deny his allegation. He chuckled softly and buried his face in her neck, inhaling the wonderfully unique smell that was Willow. She shivered as his tongue traced his claim then as his lips suckled her pulse point.
The sound of someone clearing their throat shook her from her pleasant haze. Opening her eyes, she found Angel beside them looking quite amused. He tapped Spike’s shoulder and when the blond rumbled a growl low in his throat and lifted his head, Angel shoved a sword into his hand.
"The sooner we get rid of the Mucus demon, the faster we can get back and. . .talk with Willow," he murmured, quirking an eyebrow at his grand-childe.
"Good idea, ya great poof," Spike said, grabbing the sword with one hand and pulling Willow closer with his other. He leaned in and kissed her passionately then waggled his eyebrows. "Hold that thought, pet."
Willow smiled at him, then was surprised to receive a soft kiss from Angel as well. His smile was a bit more devilish than she would have anticipated, but then she remembered his soul had merged with his demon.
"Put that brilliant mind to work while we’re gone, Little One," he purred against her lips. "I’m sure you can think up a million and one things for us to ‘talk about’ once Spike and I get back." Angel smirked at her, then sucked her lower lip before drawing back and tugging a resisting blond vampire behind him.
Willow waved to both as they headed out into the night, the sun having just set. She turned and found herself squirming under Cordelia’s knowing gaze.
"Go Willow!"
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"So, it sounds like Wesley’s source is pretty close to digging up some additional information on the vilnavons," Angel said, trying to sound casual.
Spike glanced over at his grand-sire. "Could be nothing. Could just be a description or talk about their rituals. Might not have a cure for Red."
Angel tried to sound hopeful. "Then again, it might."
They drove along in silence for a bit longer before Spike spoke again. "Are you going to ask her? To stay, I mean."
Angel clutched the steering wheel tighter. "I was thinking about this weekend. Maybe after the party." After another long pause, he quietly asked, "Do you think she’ll say yes?"
"Hard to tell Peaches. Red’s a complicated human, what having all those morals and loyalties to the soddin’ Scoobies. Waste of time, if ya ask me. If I didn’t have this bloody chip in my head, I’d take her away, tie her up and make love to her for days until she was beggin’ me not to take her back to Sunnyhell."
Angle’s lips curved into a smile at the mental image his grand-childe had provoked. "Now there’s an idea," he mumbled.
Spike looked at the dark vampire in surprise then began to laugh. "I think I like the new you, Peaches, soul and all."
Angel had the grace to look slightly sheepish, not realizing he had spoken aloud. He knew he was going to have to ask Willow to stay and soon. He mentally nodded to himself. This weekend he would ask Willow if she would stay in LA with both he and Spike. . .and if their sweet little witch needed a little convincing, there was the big sex emporium down on Vine. He smirked, sure he could get some fur-lined restraints that would go easy on her delicate wrists. Yes, this weekend definitely had possibilities.
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