âSummer days, drifting away, to. . .ahh. . .ahh. . .those summer nights. . .â
Willow sat beside Angel in his convertible. He seemed to be enjoying the movie, especially the music. She could see him mouthing the words as he tapped on the dash slightly. She smiled to herself. So his voice wasnât that great, he still had the tempo right.
They had eaten cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes at Swensonâs. She knew Spike would have found it amusing, always teasing Angel for buying fast food. She felt a stab of guilt.
Angel looked slightly uncomfortable, he was twisting in his seat a little and seemed to be distracted by something. He settled down and drew her close to his side, his hand came to rest on the seat behind her. She listened to John Travolta sing about âgetting friendly down in the sandâ, Angel pulled her closer.
Willowâs cheeks flamed. Did Angel bring her here to. . .? With all of these people around? She looked up at him accusingly. He bent his head, she tried to pull away but he was too strong. He tried to whisper something but she interrupted by saying. âWhat do you think your doing?â
Angelâs mouth curled into a confused frown. Then he spoke earnestly. âI have to tell you something. This is going to shock you, Willow.â
âI doubt that.â She said vehemently. She still couldnât break his hold.
âThose people next to us. . .uh. . .theyâre having. . .well, theyâre having. . .sexual relations. Thatâs all I can say.â
âWHAT?â
âPage 157.â He ground out, disgusted with the sweaty mortals writhing in the car next to them. âAnd maybe page 235. And theyâre doing this in public.â
âThe people next to us are having sex?â She said. âAnd youâre shocked?â She giggled. And here she thought he was being Mr. Seducer. He was such a prude sometimes. âThis is a drive-in, Angel.â
âExactly! This is a drive-in, not a brothel.â He grumbled. Then, he fixed her with a glare. âAnd why arenât you shocked? Do you normally go to places like this? And do. . .that?â He made a careless gesture to the van beside them.
âItâs a drive-in, Angel. Not some wild sex party. Everybody knows what goes on here. Come on, you are what - 200 and some years old?â
âBut I thought this would be-â Then he smacked the dash. âSpike!â Angel had stolen the blond vampireâs idea. When the two had been trapped in the closet, Spike had drunkenly slurred that he was taking Willow to the drive-in. Spike had said that he and Willow â would have a jolly good time there.â Then heâd given a very self- satisfied laugh. It was obvious now what his lewd childe had in mind for poor Willow.
âWhat about him?â
âNothing!â Angel said quickly. Did she think he brought her here to. . .?
âYou talk about sex and then shout âSpikeâ? Okay. Whatever. Not asking any questions. Nope.â She teased. Then she remembered what he had said. âHey, how did you know about page 235? You read more of Dark Embrace?â
âI was bored in the closet, darling. I couldnât be expected to talk to Spike the entire time.â He smiled suggestively. âHow could I help but notice 157 and 235? Those pages were creased, Willow. How often did you read them?â She had come here willingly with him, accepting that he might make an advance. Hmmmm.
âI have to go to the bathroom.â
âI notice that you say that when someone asks you a question you donât want to answer.â She shrugged. He grabbed her around the waist before she slid out the door. âThereâs a penalty for missing some of the movie.â
âA penalt-â She never got to finish her thought
His mouth swooped down on hers. Almost bruising in itâs intensity. He pulled back and admired the flush that had spread from her face down to her neck. He stroked the collar of her apricot satin blouse. âSoft, but not as soft as your skin.â His fingertip traced her collar bone, pressing lightly. âDoes it taste as good as it feels?â He lowered his mouth to her neck, placing ardent kisses and laving her with his tongue. He could almost taste her blood, it called to him. Urged him to bite down and experience oblivion. The scent was overwhelming, he nipped her neck with dull teeth. Then his demonic features descended and he gripped the back of her seat, trying to regain control. âI think you should go now, darling.â He managed to drag himself away from her, hiding his face. He was breathing heavily with effort.
Willow made her way dazedly to the ladies room. She had noticed that he had changed when he touched her. But she hadnât been frightened. Part of her wanted him to bite her, wondered what it would feel like. She decided to ponder that particular thought at a later time. Right now, she was going to have some fun. She deserved it.
She sighed, grateful she had been able to stay home today because her classes were canceled. A frequent occurrence on the Hellmouth. Giles had left a message on the machine this morning. Apparently a blue demon with purple spots had been spotted at the campus foreign film festival. He wanted to thank her for the information she had provided to Buffy on the âscreaming mimi demonâ. He had never seen it mentioned in any of his texts. Buffy was close to tracking it down.
She had remarked to Spike that it was amazing that their fictional demon had come to life. He laughed and told her that it was no coincidence, their demon was quite real. âThe smelly bugger owes me âfive quidâ and wonât pay it back.â He had said. Since there were no âdemon bill collectorsâ, he had decided to sic the slayer on it. Spike knew once they told Angel about the thing it would somehow get back to Buffy.
She walked into the bathroom. Willow crossed the room to the sink and peered into the dingy mirror. She lifted her hair, searching her neck for marks that Spike might notice. Guilt pang! Her skin was flushed, but otherwise unmarred. Her lipstick was smudged and she wiped it off with a tissue she pulled from her small handbag. She also took out a small hair brush to rid herself of the tangles Angel had created in her hair. She balanced it on the sink, but while she closed her handbag, it clattered to the ground. As Willow bent to retrieve it, she caught a glimpse of a blond haired girl come up behind her. She stood up and began to run it through her hair.
âIâm afraid itâs a drive-in hazard. Hickeys, that is.â
âOmigoddess! Buffy!â Buffy was here at the drive-in. Had she seen Angel? Had she seen what she and Angel had just been doing?
âWow, Willow. Nice handiwork. Look at those marks.â She smirked. âAnd I thought Riley and I were hot and heavy.â
âWhat handiwork? I donât see any marks.â Did Angel leave a bite mark?
âRight here.â Buffy touched a small abrasion on Willowâs collar bone. She blushed, Willow hadnât thought to look there. âI learned to check for those spots when I was dating Angel. He has a thing for collar bones.â
Willow was flustered. Her guilt clouded her ability to think. She searched for a reasonable response. âI uh, I . . .â
âWhatâs wrong with you? â Buffy asked curiously. âXander got your tongue?â
Willow nearly collapsed with relief. Buffy assumed she was here with Xander. All she wanted was to somehow get out of this bathroom, find Angel and go home. She needed a diversion, something to draw Buffyâs attention away from her. Just then, salvation walked through the door. âAnya!â Anya? Thatâs not salvation. Thatâs damnation. Did I kick puppies in my past life? Or invent panty hose?
âAnya.â Buffy acknowledged. Giving the ex-demon a once-over. She was flushed, a couple of buttons were missing from her shirt, and a small hickey marked her neck. She stared at Willow and Anya, confused for a moment. What was going on here? Some sort of sick threesome? Sanity returned. Willow? In a bizarre threesome with a ex- demon? I donât think so! Xander had obviously lied to her, telling her that he had broken up with Anya. âYouâre here with Xander?â She asked, her voice deceptively calm.
Willow could only stare at the two of them, there was no where to go. Nothing she could do. What if Buffy told Anya that Xander and Willow were âdatingâ? Xander would never forgive her.
âYes, he took me out this evening so we could have sex at the drive-in. Itâs one of his fantasies.â She smiled happily.
âWhat a prince.â Buffy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Xander had stooped to this? He mustâve rented or borrowed another car so that he could sleep with Willow and Anya on the same night at the same place. Disgusting! She imagined him running from one car to another so he could. . . Her fists clenched. How could Xander do this to Anya and to Willow? And poor Wills was so hurt, she was unable to speak.
Anya had moved to the mirror, she was applying more body splash, to cover-up any cabbage smell. Xander had been attentive and loving all evening. She was so glad that their fight was over.
âAnya, why donât Wills and I follow you back to Xanderâs car? Iâd like to say hello to him.â Right before I kick his ass.
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Willow noticed Anya was heading in the general direction of Angelâs car. Goddess!! Just when she thought this night couldnât get any worse. She moved ahead of the other girls, hoping to find some solution. Desperately, she racked her brain for an idea. She thought she might be able to signal Angel in some way.
They passed the large van that Angel was parked right next to. Willow bit her lip, waiting for the shouting to begin. Hoping for a gigantic hole to swallow her up. Wait a minute. Best not to tempt fate on the Hellmouth. For some reason, a rhyme she had heard once ran in her mind. âOh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.â The car came into view.
Angel wasnât in it. Maybe he had gone to the bathroom? No, vampires didnât have to use the little boyâs room. Went to get popcorn? Willow wasnât sure she cared at this point.