Ghost or Treat
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Sure he should be helping Buffy but his chocolate brown eyes kept straying to the redhead. Willow in her costume made Angel’s body tighten with need. Her innocence making him strain against the leather of his pants.
Buffy in that ridiculous dress made him roll his eyes and annoyed him even more so because she lost her memory along with it.
But Willow… oh sweet Willow looked beyond delectable in her get up. He didn’t know what had been going through her mind when she chose that costume but good lord was he grateful.
With Willow dressed like that he found he was having a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. And honestly he was sick of helping Buffy, always helping Buffy. Angel growled low and shook his head.
Everything around them seemed to lose focus and all Angel could see was Willow. Buffy, Xander … everything seemed to fade into the background. All that was left was Willow. A shudder ran through him and without realizing it, he took a step towards the witch.
Throwing caution into the wind he took another step.
Willow looked at him in surprise as his hand grabbed her waist and pulled her against the hard length of his body.
“Wha..” Willow started, clearly shocked that he could touch her.
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” he said huskily as his mouth claimed hers.