OOC: LOG ‘And we all drown in kittens

[ihaveasoul]

Who: Spike ihaveasoultoo, Angel ihaveasoul, and, on the phone Willow wicca_w0man and Giant!Dawn (NPCs)
When: After Spike sees this post.
Where: Dinew.
What: Making up, Spike being told he’s going to Disneyworld, then planning on smuggling kittens over there for kitten poker , Angel admitting he’s been afraid of his curse going glitchy again, them calling Willow up for help.
Why: They had to make up and Angel’s been angsting about this to himself for months.

Spike frowned closing the laptop and walked into the kitchen pouring himself a drink.

"Spike", Angel's voice was very small and very worried from where he walked to stand in the doorway.

He glanced up at his over the rim of his glass as he drank

Angel's brown eyes saddened more, if possible, as he dropped his head, hugging his arms around himself. "I'm sorry....I don't...I don't know what you want me to say..."

Spike sighed draining the glass, "You didn't do anything."

"But you're still upset with me", said Angel quietly, his defcon 1 brood frown showing.

"I'm not upset with you."

"Feels like it", Angel whispered softly, dropping his head again.

Spike sighed softly walking up> "Stop being so soft . It's not you I'm angry at."

"You stopped talking to me on the computer", said Angel, chewing his lip, "..I thought.."

Spike sighed "I got annoyed at the story and couldn't be arsed anymore."

Brown eyes flicked up to him. "I was really worried, Spike"

"I didn't wanna look at it. Why didn't you just come and find me?

"Because I was busy yelling at Jack for upsetting you and being terrified you were upstairs packing you bags", replied Angel, with typical Angel logic.

"So if I'm ever packing my bags to leave you'd lock yourself away so you can yell at a computer screen?"

"No!", Angel looked down, "I don't know, Spike. I don't know what I'd do, okay? Experience has taught me no matter how hard I try. How hard I beg, it does nothing and they still go....and then I have to watch them leave"

Spike stared at him steadily

Angel looked at him, then dropped his head. "I couldn't watch you leave", he said his voice catching a little.

Spike frowned shaking his head walking up to him "You stupid prat." He mumbled kissing his cheek

Angel blinked, confused, but leant against him. "I'm sorry"

"I'm not disappearing "

Strong, yet at the same time, weak arms wrapped around him carefully as Angel hid his face on Spike's shoulder.

The blond turned his head his fingers curling in Angel’s hair as he held him tightly

"I'm sorry", whispered Angel again against his shoulder, "I know you won't I just....so many people have...I just get scared"

He sighed kissing his temple. "Stop being so daft. I'm not them."

"I know you're not", Angel curled into him, "I know I'm being daft...and I know I'll probably end up being daft again, because you mean too damn much to me"

Spike nuzzled him tightening his arms as they stood in the kitchen. "Yeah well next time just come to me."

"Alright", Angel whispered, nuzzling him back quietly.

"You should know that already."

"I know", murmured Angel, giving a small smile, "Doesn't stop me being any less dense with things like this"

"You’d think you'd have bloody learned. This is why my relationships last longer than yours"

"Because you don't brood and worry about losing someone?", asked Angel, confused.

"Because I don't second guess on how much i mean to someone else all the time."

"That's a bad habit born out of experience", said Angel quietly, "I'm no good to people, I'm broody, and high maintenance, and trouble always finds me.."

The blond rolled his eyes, "You're a bloody mouse." He replied moving his head and kissing his temple warmly. I'm like a sodding limpet you don't lose me that easily."

"A mouse?", asked Angel, pulling a face, before smiling, nuzzling him, "Yeah, I know...I'm doing that being really stupid thing again, aren't I?"

"Yeah you are, it's being a man or a mouse pet and right now you're at your least manly. Not that you were ever particularly butch."

"...Heeeey", Angel frowned, "I can be manly! I have swords!"

"And you prance around in them with your chi tai."

"I do not 'prance'", said Angel, "And it's called T'ai Chi"

"Whatever." He replied with a smile rolling his eyes and letting him go..

"It's a martial art, you know", grumped Angel.

"It's prancing about very slowly is what it is love."

"It's a martial art!", Angel insisted, "It enhances concentration and you could benefit a lot from it"

Spike frowned, "I have plenty of concentration."

Angel gave him a long, long look. "No, Love, you really don't", he said, "You have one of those 'ooh shiny' complexes".

"Oi I have some pretty complex plans you know its not my fault I get impatient."

Angel chuckled softly. "Then who's fault is it?"

"I don't bloody know."

Angel smiled, kissing his forehead. "Ahhh it all makes perfect sense now", he teased.

"Leave me alone." He complained closing his eyes as Angel kissed him.

Angel nuzzled him gently, smiling. "Alright, I won't tease you. Just this once, mind"

Spike grumbled what happened to you grovelling?"

"Oh, you want me to grovel some more?", Angel gave him puppy eyes, "You told me to stop being daft"

It's better than you having a go."

"I won't have a go anymore, I promise", Angel smiled, brushing a hand through his ear, "Come on, I'm bringing you with me to Disneyworld and everything so we don't have to be apart again"

He sighed and nodded, "Where are we gonna be stayin? Don't wanna get fried in the morning."

"We won't be fried", Angel smiled, "Suchi's organised it all, we'll be there at night and everything". A small smirk played across Angel's lips. "We're staying in a Victorian-style hotel"

Spike blinked, "Bet it'll be nothing like it...I ain't wearing a frock coat."

"Well, no considering the Victorian era came and went", said Angel, "You can point out where they went wrong, it can be a real educational experience for everyone under a hundred and fifty years old". He paused, and blinked. ".....Um...yeah, no one's asking you to"

"Good and I ain't bloody changing for dinner either...or getting a snuff box..cept I could put some dango in there for me blood..."

Angel looked at him for a full minute. "Spike....love, the HOTEL is themed, not the guests"

"Yeah well you don't bloody know...do you know how many demons work in sodding Disneyland?"

Angel blinked. "No, but I have a good idea you do"

"They have a great kitten poker ring there."

Angel looked at him, before sighing. "So long as you don't bring any loan sharks to the group, or get in any trouble, OR get us kicked out, you can play a few games of kitten poker"

The blond grinned beautifully "Great can you lend me a few hundred gotta go out and stock up on kittens"

Angel opened his mouth, before sighing. "You need that much money for kittens?", he asked.

"A lot of kittens." He replied with a grin

"How many kittens is 'a lot'?", asked Angel, "Because, you know, we have to get the damn things INTO the park, and if anyone in the group sees them, they'll want to keep them"

"Well I dunno yet I'll see what kind of deal I can get."

Angel let out a long suffering sigh. "Just don't get us kicked out of this place, please?"

He frowned, "Why'd you think I'm gonna get us kicked out?”.

"Because you're YOU", said Angel pointedly.

He scowled softly. "Then bloody well go without me."

"No, I don't want to", Angel frowned, "I just spent near enough two weeks without you, and I want you to be there"

"Apparently I'm going to get you kicked out”.

"I didn't say you were", said Angel patiently, "I just said you could if you tried"

He grumbled sitting down on the counter. "They just better let me get drunk is all"

Angel chuckled leaning against it beside him. "You can get drunk, there's bars", he said, "And I'll bring a cool box of blood...and weetabix"

Spike grumbled giving in. "Fine..."

Angel smiled, leaning up, giving him a gentle kiss. "Thank you", he murmured, "I want to be there for Meggie, she needs the break...but I want you around, too"

He kissed him back "So long as I have the kitten money"

"Yes, love", Angel allowed with a sigh, "You can have kitten money"

Spike allowed himself a smile again tangling his fingers in Angel's hair.

Angel smiled back, leaning into his touch. "You're thinking of a way to smuggle ex-amount of kittens into a holiday resort", he chuckled.

"So..."

"So what?", Angel arched a brow.

"So why does it matter if that's what I'm thinking?"

Angel chuckled low. "I want to know your ingenious plan"

"Can't tell you that."

"You'll have to eventually", he pointed out.

"No I won't." He replied with a grin

"I'll need to know in case I open the bag and we all drown in kittens", Angel smiled.

"You'll find out then, then won't you."

Angel pinched the bridge of his nose. "But Spike, love, then there will be kittens everywhere"

"So? You like furry stuff like kittens."

Angel chuckled. "I think the staff would notice and not take kindly to it"

"We could just say one of the demons did it."

Angel laughed, shaking his head, leaning against him. "You're impossible"

He smiled kissing the top of his head and rubbing his nape. "Yeah but that's why I'm bloody irresistible.

Angel's smile softened, closing his eyes. "I'm not denying that"

"And...why you think I'm the most gorgeous blond in your long history." He teased.

"Yes, love, you are", chuckled Angel, then blinked, "Hey, that was another blond dig!"

He grinned, "Well it's true." He teased into his hair.

"Well, it worked out very well for you, didn't it?", Angel smiled.

"For all the cracks you make about my hair." He teased

"It's peroxide", teased Angel, "You're sort-of blond anyway"

"There’s nothing wrong with peroxide, I turn heads."

"You better not be turning the wrong heads", said Angel with a possessive growl.

Spike laughed "What's the wrong heads?"

"Those that might try and steal you away", said Angel, "You know, they type I'd have to kill"

Spike shrugged, "Maybe."

"What do you mean, 'maybe'?", Angel arched a brow.

He shrugged, "If they fancy me, they fancy me not much can be done about that.

"They can fancy you", said Angel, "It's when they act on it that isn't allowed"

"Ah I'll remember that”.

"Be sure you do", said Angel, poking his chest, "You're not for sharing"

Spike laughed grabbing his finger and kissing it. "Am I now?"

Angel chuckled, letting him. "Not at all", he said, "I don't share well, you know this"

He grinned, "Good pet so long as you remember it for yerself. You used to forget stuff like that before.

"I WAS evil, then", Angel pointed out, "Angelus doesn't do monogamy"

He shrugged, "I did." He replied"...mostly. "

"Mostly", Angel let a small smile cross his face, "When Angelus wasn't doing you on the side, you mean?"

He chuckled, "Yeah..." He replied quietly in remembrance”.

Angel smiled, taking his hand, his thumb running over the top of it. "I remember"

Spike smiled a little his fingers toying with the Irishman’s wrist "St Petersburg was bloody brilliant."

"Which time?", Angel chuckled softly, "Angelus or me?"

Spike smiled dropping his kisses onto Angel's head “Angelus...with you it wasn't brilliant...it was incredible."

Angel actually blushed a little, ducking his head, a small smile crossing his face. "Yeah?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah..." He whispered softly. "You've got to thank Kermit again for that potion."

"I gave him lots of vodka", chuckled Angel, "Hmm, it was incredible...being able to feel completely happy after not being able to for so long"

Spike nodded "Least I know I can now."

"You can what?", asked Angel, tilting his head, frowning a little, "Make me completely happy? I think we proved that last winter"

"Exactly." He whispered breathing him in.

Angel leaned into him. "You always make me happy, William", he murmured, "You just...caught me out that one time and I didn't get chance to do my emotional block thing"

"Well you don't need it now." He whispered

A small flicker of doubt crossed Angel's face, before he covered it with a smile. "No, I don't"

Spike looked at him, "What is it?"

"Hmm?", Angel blinked, "..Nothing"

"It's summat..."

Angel looked at him, then dropped his gaze, shrugging. "You'll think I'm being stupid and overly paranoid again"

"So, tell me anyway."

Angel watched Spike for a few moments, before sighing. "What if...that time when I was human...and then he got put back into me", he sighed, "What if it cancelled it out? Brought me back to square one?"

Spike frowned, "Yeah but they didn't use the curse to put him back into you"

"See?", Angel sighed, "Being paranoid"

He sighed, "We can ask Lorne to find out."

"He can't read Angelus, though", murmured Angel softly, "Jasmine screwed up his mojo, we all learned that one when he got out and terrorised Los Angeles". Angel sighed, leaning into him. "I'm sure I'm just being stupid"

Spike frowned, "Figured maybe he could get a spell that'd find out. "Why have you not been happy since you came back?

"He could, he knows people...demons", Angel corrected himself, then looked at a spot just past Spike's shoulder, "....I've been happy"

Spike frowned stroking his jaw. "You haven't been have you?"

Angel sighed, leaning into his touch. "I have been", he murmured, "Just...not completely...just enough".

Spike nodded his gaze dropping. "Oh. Alright well suppose that’s a good thing."

Angel sighed, watching him. "Will...", he took his hand, squeezing it softly, "Don't think it's you, it's not. I have to try so very, very hard not to let it happen with you, because it so easily could. You make me happier than anyone else ever has"

The blond nodded sliding off the counter.

"..Spike...", murmured Angel softly, worried.

He squeezed his hand back. "Don't worry about it." He replied shoving his hands into his pockets and leaving the kitchen.

Angel watched him go, pausing a moment, before following him. "...What is it?"

Spike looked back at him, "It's nothing that’s all. Just figured we'd got past this not being happy thing. "

"So did I", murmured Angel softly, before looking at him pleadingly, "Please..Will...try to understand"

He frowned softly and nodded looking down at his boots. "Yeah."

"You do make me happy", said Angel, holding Spike's arms gently, "So very....please, never thing you don't. Not for a second"

Spike looked up with a soft frown watching him uncertain

"You do", said Angel, his hands tightening on him gently, "Spike, I've never had to try so damn hard to block off the complete happiness than I have with you. You've made me happier than anyone's ever managed. More than Darla, more than Cordy, hell, more than Buffy"

He watched him for a moment before he relaxed watching him. "More?"

Angel gave him a soft smile. "So much more", he murmured softly, "I asked you to marry me, didn't I?"

"You wanted a picket fence with her...and you couldn't stay cos it was too hard."

Angel chuckled ruefully. "You think being with you is easy?", he asked, "In case you haven't noticed, Spike, we fight pretty much seventy per cent of the time. But the big difference is, you're worth hanging on for".

Spike looked at him carefully before nodding squeezing his hand gently. "Alright."

Angel returned the gesture, leaning in and kissing him softly. "You'll always be worth it, William", he whispered, "The others...I could survive without them...I can't even fathom surviving without you"

Spike nodded kissing him back. "I do want you to be happy, Liam"

"I am", he whispered softly, "I'll get Willow to do a spell....find out for sure". He sighed softly. "I need to know...if he gets out again, he'll kill you"

Spike nodded, "Alright pet." He whispered

"I'm so sorry", he whispered against his lips, "But I can't chance him hurting you...I won't chance it"

"Okay...best talk to her then pet."

"I will", he promised, pulling him in suddenly for a tight hug, "I love you, with everything I have. Never, ever forget that"

William buried his face into Angels neck hugging him back tightly. "Alright."

"I'd have nothing left without you", he said gently against his ear, "I don't know what I'd do"

Spike nodded his grip tightening his knuckles stark white.

"We'll talk to Willow", promised Angel, feeling the tighter embrace, "I'm probably worrying over nothing"

Spike nodded breathing him in his fingers tightening not wanting to go back to their restrictions.

Angel frowned softly. "Want me to call her now?", he murmured, "She can get an early flight"

He nodded, "Yeah go on." He replied pulling away

Angel pulled him into a deep kiss, pressing a large hand against his cheek. "Alright", he whispered, walking to pick up the phone.

Spike watched him before taking a seat on the edge of the sofa.

Angel's eyes never left the younger vampire as he called up, speaking softly and quietly, before nodding, "Thank you, Willow", he murmured softly, then glanced at Spike, "Yeah, he's here". He walked over, handing the phone over. "She wants to talk to you"

Spike frowned softly before taking it from him, "Hey Red."

"Hey you", the witches’ voice sounded concerned, "Are you okay? Because you don't sound okay, and I know when you're lying so don't even try it Mister Vampire"

He smiled a little, "Ain't nothing can be done about it pet."

"You see, that's where you're wrong, because I'm packing a bag right now.... DAWN PUT THAT DOWN IT'S NOT YOURS and I'll be there first thing tomorrow", she said, there was a lot of scuffling and a giant teenagery whine, "I'll fix up a spell and we'll know for realsies"

He chuckled, "How is the nibblet?"

"Oh, you mean the big, giant teenager with big giant teenager hormones?", asked Willow, "Just fine..oh, for the love of.. NO DAWN, YOU CAN'T GO TO LONDON, BECAUSE YOU'RE BIGGER THAN A SKYSCRAPER, THAT'S WHY!"

He chuckled softly, "Say hi to her for me,."

Willow chuckled, before squeaking as there was a 'woosh' sound of something being dragged up very high very fast. "HI SPIKE!", squealed Dawn, "I'm really worried about you, but Willow says I can't come to London because I'm too big but you've got a dragon which is big too so I don't see what the problem is and she's just being stupid. Are you okay?"

He smiled "Hey nibblet. I'm alright pet. You keeping those boys in line?"

"Of course", Dawn replied with a sniff, "Andrew says I'm not allowed to step on them, but I think he's being paranoid"

"Well love I don't think they'd appreciate you stepping on them." He teased.

"It's not like I'd crush them or anything", she gave a long suffering sigh, "So are you sure you're alright, because Willow's packing stuff real fast. Has Angel hurt you? Can I step on HIM?"

He laughed looking at Angel "No pet it's not his fault. And I might find it hard to get him to do what I want when he's crushed."

Angel's eyes widened as he took a step away from the phone, as if that would distance himself from the angry teenager.

"Oh....okay", Dawn sighed, "So long as he's not hurt you. Because that's not allowed"

"Alright love. how're you doing anyway. They managed to find anything to shrink you down?"

"No", Dawn sighed, "I'm still giant and can't do ANYTHING fun, but Willow grew my clothes, so I can change now at least"

"That's alright pet, never mind I'll head up there soon for a visit how's that love?"

"You will, REALLY?", Dawn squealed, "That would be great!"

He smiled. "Yeah but umm your sisters not still mad at us over the wedding is she?"

Dawn was quiet for a bit longer than needed. "Define 'mad'".

"Ummm...likely to stake me while I slept?"

"Not that mad", Dawn decided, "Anyway, she's kinda dating som.....I'm gonna stop talking now 'cause that's a secret"

"Who's she dating?" He asked

"NO ONE!", squeaked Dawn, "Oh, look, Willow’s here again, here you go Willow, bye Spike, see you soon!"

"Um....what was that about?", asked Willow, her voice sounding on the line again"

"Who's Buffy seeing?"

Willow was silent for a good long minute. "Um.....I promise I wouldn't say, and she's only just talking to me again..."

Angel's head had shot up, frowning softly as he listened.

"Just tell me one thing, It's not the immortal again is it?"

"No", said Willow, "Definitely NOT the Immortal"

He nodded, "Alright...and no Dracula, you know she doesn't have the best taste."

"Okay, a world of ew", said Willow, "No Dracula either, and, for the record, not Riley or that goon she dated in college"

"Right...but its a demon yeah?"

"You're fishing, Mr. Pratt", said Willow pointedly, "This witch isn't telling. Now, I'm all packed, I'll be there in the morning, okay?"

He sighed softly, "Alright..." He replied

"Honey, you can't control her love life, no matter how hard you try", she said gently, "She's with a good one, I promise"

"Hmmm we'll see." He replied before sighing. "Alright. See you soon Red."

"Alright, and don't worry, okay?", Willow smiled a little sadly, "Look after yourself", she said before the phone clicked off.

Spike sighed handing Angel the phone.

Angel smiled softly, putting it down. "You okay?", he asked, frowning.

"Yeah. I'm good>" She'll be here in the morning.

"Good to hear", Angel nodded, moving to sit by him, brushing a hand through his hair, solely devoted to him, despite hearing the news about Buffy.

Spike moved his head resting it on his shoulder. "She's going out with someone

"I heard", said Angel, kissing his head gently, his fingers still tangling in blonde curls, totally devoted to the man beside him.

Spike smiled a little, "Least its not the immortal."

"No?", asked Angel, kissing his jaw.

"Nope or Captain Cardboard."

"Uh huh", replied Angel, uninterested, his finger playing behind Spike's ear.

Spike smiled looking up at him curiously. "I did say Buffy you know."

"I know you did", said Angel turning his head to look at him, "You come first"

Spike watched him quietly for a long moment before smiling gently leaning in and kissing him slowly.

Angel returned the kiss, a smile of his own playing on his lips as his fingers brushed through Spike's hair.

Spike smiled breaking the kiss. "Thanks pet." He whispered

"For what?", Angel smiled, a little confused.

"Making me feel better."

"You don't have to thank me for that", Angel replied, kissing his forehead tenderly, "I love you, it's something I'd always do"

Spike smiled and nodded. "Alright pet." He whispered

Angel leaned in, giving him a tender kiss, brushing his hand over Spike's cheek.

He smiled, "You're going soft on me again, Liam" He whispered.

"I was under the impression I had already become soft beyond repair", he chuckled gently.

"Well now you're one of those marshmallows."

"You're calling me a marshmallow again?", Angel arched a brow.

He shrugged, "If the shoe fits...I like marshmallow's anyway. Joyce used to give them to me in my cocoa.

"Oh, so I'm a loved marshmallow then", Angel chuckled.

Spike nodded, "Course." He whispered.

"That's always good to know", whispered Angel watching him with a soft smile.

Spike smiled sighing softly as he stroked his cheek. "You should probably tell Lorne she's coming.

Angel smiled leaning into his touch. "Alright", he tilted his head to kiss his hand, standing up.

Spike let his hand drop before standing up running it through his peroxide curls before walking off back to his room.

Angel watched him quietly, before sighing, heading off downstairs.