Fic: Mistaken (Willow/Angel)
Title: Mistaken
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating: Any Age
Summary: Mistaken identity
Fandom: BTVS
Word Count: 363
A/N: Written for a prompt by velvetwhip at the New Year's Eve party post
“Is that him?” Willow asks, peering through the darkness at a small shape near a garbage can. “Mister Tibbles?”
“Don’t call out to him or you might scare him,” Angel warns. “It looks like it might be. You said he’s black, right?”
“With white socks on his feet.” Willow creeps forward slowly, and Angel follows her. “I can’t believe he managed to get out. Mrs. Farmer is never going to let me catsit again if I’ve lost him.”
“We’ll get him back, Willow. That’s probably him. I’ll go snatch him since I’m the one who forgot to shut the door properly.”
Willow nods. “Plus, you’re faster than I am, with all the vampy strength and stuff.”
“Vampy strength,” Angel repeats slowly.
“Don’t give me that look.” She doesn’t even have to glance at him to know he’s got an eyebrow arched and a smirk on his lips. “Go get the cat so we can go home. My feet are cold.”
“I’m not giving you a look. I was just considering whether I should point out that ‘witchy strength’ is probably comparable to ‘vampy’.” Before she can elbow his gut, he moves ahead of her and stalks their prey. She watches him pounce and hears him curse as a strong odor suddenly fills the air.
“Oh.” She holds her nose and cringes when she sees the skunk run around the side of the house. “That wasn’t Mister Tibbles.”
“No, really?” Angel turns to glare at her, as if it’s her fault he raced ahead and did the pouncy thing without making sure it was a cat.
“You smell,” she informs him, keeping a firm grip on her nose as she motions back to the house. “C’mon. We’ll forget about Mister Tibbles for now. We need to get you naked and sponged off before you make everything stink.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some weird attempt to get me naked,” he mutters as he walks beside her.
“I don’t need a skunk attack to get your clothes off,” she says, rolling her eyes when he sulks at her. “Stop being a baby. We’ll get you smelling good again in no time.”
End
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating: Any Age
Summary: Mistaken identity
Fandom: BTVS
Word Count: 363
A/N: Written for a prompt by velvetwhip at the New Year's Eve party post
“Is that him?” Willow asks, peering through the darkness at a small shape near a garbage can. “Mister Tibbles?”
“Don’t call out to him or you might scare him,” Angel warns. “It looks like it might be. You said he’s black, right?”
“With white socks on his feet.” Willow creeps forward slowly, and Angel follows her. “I can’t believe he managed to get out. Mrs. Farmer is never going to let me catsit again if I’ve lost him.”
“We’ll get him back, Willow. That’s probably him. I’ll go snatch him since I’m the one who forgot to shut the door properly.”
Willow nods. “Plus, you’re faster than I am, with all the vampy strength and stuff.”
“Vampy strength,” Angel repeats slowly.
“Don’t give me that look.” She doesn’t even have to glance at him to know he’s got an eyebrow arched and a smirk on his lips. “Go get the cat so we can go home. My feet are cold.”
“I’m not giving you a look. I was just considering whether I should point out that ‘witchy strength’ is probably comparable to ‘vampy’.” Before she can elbow his gut, he moves ahead of her and stalks their prey. She watches him pounce and hears him curse as a strong odor suddenly fills the air.
“Oh.” She holds her nose and cringes when she sees the skunk run around the side of the house. “That wasn’t Mister Tibbles.”
“No, really?” Angel turns to glare at her, as if it’s her fault he raced ahead and did the pouncy thing without making sure it was a cat.
“You smell,” she informs him, keeping a firm grip on her nose as she motions back to the house. “C’mon. We’ll forget about Mister Tibbles for now. We need to get you naked and sponged off before you make everything stink.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some weird attempt to get me naked,” he mutters as he walks beside her.
“I don’t need a skunk attack to get your clothes off,” she says, rolling her eyes when he sulks at her. “Stop being a baby. We’ll get you smelling good again in no time.”
End