Char and rating: Willow, Buffy/Angel, PG-13: sexual content, bondage, some Angel mocking.
Notes: Not my ship usually, but I had this idea I couldn’t resist. Hopefully you like it. Happy holiday season!
Takes place: Post-NFA, not comics continuity.
Summary: Buffy and Angel are a couple sometime post-series. Willow has arranged for what she hopes will be the perfect holiday present.
Words: around 275.
Disclaimer: All character and the like are owned by Mutant Enemy and other organizations, to none of which I belong.
“You’ve got the chains and everything?” Willow asked. “I mean, it’s not that I don’t think you can hold your own—”
“I’ll be fine, Will,” Buffy responded. “And I’ve got the gag, too. He won’t even be shouting obscenities at me. He might incoherently mumble. You sure you’re up for this?”
“Oh, hey, c’mon Buff. First spell, here. No sweat. No saliva, even, or any bodily fluids, um, no fluids of me that is.” She caught herself before sputtering on. “And Angel is fine with it?”
“Not at first,” Buffy said. “But I convinced him eventually. Thanks, this is really above and beyond.”
Willow smiled. “Hey, what are besties for? I’ll be right outside.”
Buffy went inside the room where Angel was. Willow sat down, opened a book, tried to drown out sounds next door, and was about to get settled into a reading groove. Suddenly Buffy walked back into the room, hair disheveled, a tiny bit disappointed. There was angry, evil-sounding murmuring coming from the other room.
Willow checked her watch. Already? Buffy noticed the gesture and sighed a tiny sigh. “Well, it was good for him, I guess. You gonna re-curse?”
“Lickety-split,” Willow responded. "Not dead, nor not of the living," she began.
A few minutes later, Buffy went in and unlocked Angel's chains and took the gag out of his mouth. “Sorry,” said Angel. “We should maybe have found some restraints for Angelus that are a little less….”
“Yeah, I know. A little less your thing,” Buffy responded. “Well, I'm sure there's a way to keep you a little unhappy for a little longer next time. And we can try again. I mean, Willow owes me a birthday present soon….”