Hopelessly
Addicted
By Lorelei
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are solely the property of Joss Whedon (clever boy), Mutant Enemy, and the WB.
The song belongs to the Corrs, a nifty little Irish group.
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Angel stretched lazily and rose from the sofa that had
served as his bed. A quick glance at the microwave
let him know it was six in the evening. Not
surprising, considering that he and Willow had been up
past sunrise.
Smiling, he recalled the previous evening. Things
between them had gotten to the point where they were
either going to end up in the bedroom or explode.
Angel had lifted Willow off his lap, despite her very
apparent consternation, and set her next to him.
Silence had filled the room for a few minutes, until
he began speaking. Starting at the very beginning,
his birth, he told her his entire history. She’d
listened intently, stopping him to occasionally ask
questions. More than once she’d brushed the tears from
his cheeks and several times he’d had to return the
favour. Only brief pauses for food and bathroom
breaks had silenced him and by early morning his
throat was raw from the constant talking.
Lying with her head on his lap, Angel repetitively
smoothing her silky hair down, she’d asked him why,
her voice drowsy with the need for sleep.
“Because I want it to be right this time. You have to
know exactly what I’ve been and who I am.” He’d said.
She’d mumbled, “I do.” Her eyelids had fluttered
closed and she was asleep.
Willow had put on a flannel sleep shirt earlier, so
there was no need to wake her. Angel had carried her
to his bed and left her to her dreams.
Now, though, he wanted to see her again. Within
twenty-four hours she’d be driving back to Sunnydale,
and he wouldn’t see her again for another week.
Stealthily, he went to the bedroom and leaned against
the open door.
She was exquisite. Angel could not remember a time
when he’d seen anything so breathtaking. She stirred
and then looked at him, a delicate smile crossing her
lips. Willow loved him. Without saying a word, her
soulful eyes had told him what he’d hoped for was
true. Angel felt a lump rising in his throat,
overwhelming him with emotions.
//Opened my eyes today
And I knew there’s something different
Saw you in a brand new way
Like the clouds had somehow lifted
And if yesterday I heard myself saying these words
I would swear it was a lie
I don’t know why but suddenly I’m falling
I was so blind
I was loving you all the time
Now I’m hopelessly addicted
Helplessly attracted//
Willow felt a strange sensation wash over her and
without warning she realised what it was. She’d known
last night that she loved him, truly loved him.
Seeing him standing in the doorway, clad in his silk
pajama bottoms, she now knew that she desperately
wanted him. She had never desired anyone the way she
did Angel. She had slept with Oz, had wanted to sleep
with him, even. But this longing ache inside her was
new to her.
Blushing at her thoughts under his intense stare, she
tried to diffuse the situation, blurting out the first
thing that came into her head.
“Bring me a cup of tea?”
Angel nodded and went to the kitchen, slightly
confused by her request. Tea was not what he’d thought
she’d ask for.
Quickly, Willow scampered into the bathroom. She’d
had plenty of tea the night before and needed to take
care of that. Splashing water on her face afterwards,
she tried to calm her nerves and stifle the fluttering
in pit of her stomach. She reminded her reflection in
the mirror that she wasn’t ready for that yet. Neither
of them were. Her reflection didn’t offer any
solution, just stared back at her with a flushed face
and a lustful gleam in her eye. Sighing, she went
back to the bed, a little smile quirking the corner of
her mouth at the thought of what was going to happen
soon.
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