Gift for velvetwhip
Your drabble's Spuffy, of course.
.......I'm kidding. ~_^ I'm so bad. It's Willow/Angel, or the tender start of it, at any rate.
It was a timid knock, which told Angel that it wasn't Buffy. “Yes?” he called from his seat in the living room.
There was a pause, before a soft voice asked, “Is it okay if I come in?”
Angel began to smile. Willow. “More than okay,” he promised, and slid from the chair to the door just as she hesitantly opened it. “How's your head?”
“Still attached, so I'm hopeful,” she replied, grinning. “Thanks, by the way, for swooping in and saving the day. Before, you know, the vampire could dislodge my head, and we wouldn't be having the conversation if he had, so...yeah. Thank you.”
“You're welcome,” he said, amused at her babble. “Did you want to come in? Beyond the front door?”
When her smile fell, his own slipped into a frown. “Willow? What's the matter?”
“I, um...I wanted to know if...well, it's sort of a personal question, but...”
“Just say it,” Angel encouraged. “Whatever it is, I don't mind answ-”
“Are you still dating Buffy?” she blurted out, and Angel blinked.
“Uh, no. Very much not dating,” and god he was starting to sound like they did.
“Oh. Okay. Th-That's all,” she stammered, before turning and practically running out the door. Angel watched her go, a smile playing on his lips. Before today, he would've bet he hadn't had a chance with the redhead. Now?
He was betting a completely different way now.
~Nebula
.......I'm kidding. ~_^ I'm so bad. It's Willow/Angel, or the tender start of it, at any rate.
It was a timid knock, which told Angel that it wasn't Buffy. “Yes?” he called from his seat in the living room.
There was a pause, before a soft voice asked, “Is it okay if I come in?”
Angel began to smile. Willow. “More than okay,” he promised, and slid from the chair to the door just as she hesitantly opened it. “How's your head?”
“Still attached, so I'm hopeful,” she replied, grinning. “Thanks, by the way, for swooping in and saving the day. Before, you know, the vampire could dislodge my head, and we wouldn't be having the conversation if he had, so...yeah. Thank you.”
“You're welcome,” he said, amused at her babble. “Did you want to come in? Beyond the front door?”
When her smile fell, his own slipped into a frown. “Willow? What's the matter?”
“I, um...I wanted to know if...well, it's sort of a personal question, but...”
“Just say it,” Angel encouraged. “Whatever it is, I don't mind answ-”
“Are you still dating Buffy?” she blurted out, and Angel blinked.
“Uh, no. Very much not dating,” and god he was starting to sound like they did.
“Oh. Okay. Th-That's all,” she stammered, before turning and practically running out the door. Angel watched her go, a smile playing on his lips. Before today, he would've bet he hadn't had a chance with the redhead. Now?
He was betting a completely different way now.
~Nebula