Title: Demons Galore Author: Michele Dux Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone in this. Distribution: Willow and Doyle, anywhere else just ask Feedback: Please? I'll hold the next part hostage until I get some.... "What about Scott?" "Too short," Buffy raised an eyebrow at Willow's answer but let it pass. "Nick?" "Too tall." "Jake?" "Too dumb." "Todd?" "Too smart." "Ricky?" "Too much of a player." "Michael?" "Too...too...too something," Willow shrugged. "Oh yes, heaven forbid he be too something. What's wrong with Michael?" Buffy asked exasperated. "Nothings wrong perse, i just...i don't know. There's just something about him. Or rather there isn't." "Yeah, the fact that he's actually human! God, I know people have weird fetishes, let's not go into Gile's tweed or Xander and the feet thing but God, you have a major demon radar thing going on!" "It's not like that! Besides, i've dated humans lots of times." Willow crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "I'm not saying you haven't gone on one or two dates with them, but look at the majority of your lasting relationships. On whole, about how many guys do you think you've slept with?" "Um, hold on." Willow attempted to calculate the number in her head. "Quick question. How many have been human?" "Ok, well, um, none." Willow had the grace to look sheepish. "I swear, you've bagged vampires, demons, warlocks, immortals...but never a human." "Hey! You haven't either!" "That doesn't count." Buffy informed her. "Why?" she raised an eyebrow in anticaption of this answer. "Because the only one I've been with has been Angel." "Well that's even more unhealthy! Let's find you a man first!" "Your just trying to divert the attention away from you. I bet you you couldn't sleep with a human if you wanted to!" "I could, it's just, well, the supernatural is known for having a little more, um, how you say, stamina." Despite her boldness, Willow ducked her head to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks. "I bet you all of next week patrols you can't sleep with a human, and bring him to meet all of us by tomorrow night!" Buffy looked smug and content. "You're on!" **************** Willow pulled at her short skirt and wished for the thousandth time that she hadn't bet Buffy. It was 2 a.m., she was surrounded by drunks and she still hadn't found a guy to bring to meet the gang later. "Run ye liddle lepr'cahns" Willow snapped her head to find the source of the drunken rambling. An extremely inebriated Irishman sat at a table a little way off, beer in hand, gesturing to the football game on the TV mounted above the bar. She shook her head and grabbed her stuff. It was really no use. She might as well go back get some sleep and tell Buffy she won. "'Scuse me, but a pretty little lass such as you shouldn't be walking home unescorted." She turned, surprised to see the thus Irishman walking toward her. "I can help with that, the unescorted part cause I can escort you." Even through the slurring and drunken babling, it was a sweet attempt. "Believe me, I can take care of myself," quickly summing up his condition, she continued, "it might be best if I helped you get home though, Mr. uh..." "Doyle." "Mr. uh, Doyle? Do you live far?" "No. Just Doyle." "Excuse me?" "Not Mr. Doyle, just Doyle." "Oh." He grabbed his coat and they left, walking in silence for the most part, Willow helping to steady him as he stumbled in his slightly impaired state. They were almost at her hotel and he still hadn't given any indication that they were even going the right way when he stopped. She looked to him and opened her mouth to question when he pointed to the apartments they had arrived at. "Would you care, I mean do you want, well, uh, want to come up?" The walk some what sobering him up, he lost much of his alchohol induced confidence. "No thanks, I don't think that would be such a great idea." Willow agreed that he was cute and that accent adorable, and she did need to find someone by tomorrow night...but there was still no way she was going to take advantage of him while he was drunk. A shattering scream interupted her thoughts and she watched as he grabbed his head, shutting his eyes tightly and wincing from evident pain. Her instincts quickly took over and she wrapped an arm around him, taking the keys that he had dropped. Searching for the right one, she opened the door to the lobby. He managed to spit out his room number and floor and she helped him into the elevator. The pain had somewhat lessened but he was still leaning on her, clutching her as a life saver. She fumbled with the keys, readjusting his hold on her and finally made it to his apartment. Kicking the trash that littered the floor she helped him over to the couch and let him lie down. Searching the cabinets she found a large jar or extrastrength aspirn. She grabbed a glass of water and the bottle and returned to Doyle. "Here, I found, uh these, and thought that maybe you could use uh, here." She shoved them at the prone man on the couch. **************** Doyle looked up at the petite read-head as he took her welcome offering, washing the pills down with the glass of water. "Thanks doll, you're an angel," he murmured, "Angel…why does that seem so familiar," he wondered in his not-quite sober state, "Angel!" He shot up off the couch, quickly regretting it as he clutched his head. "I have to make uh, a call." She looked at him with clear green eyes and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, "I think you should probably rest now. I'm sure whatever it is can wait until the morning." Staring at her concerned countenance and delighting in the feel of her soft hand, the decision was not a hard one to make. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Ya know, you still haven't told me yer name," he whispered to her. "It's Willow." She told him, ducking her head as a faint blush spread through her cheeks. "Willow. That's a beautiful name." Doyle stroked her face with the back of his hand, "Your beautiful. Tell me Willow, how can one as sweet and innocent as you survive in a place like this?" he whispered, lost in the feel of her soft skin. She caught his hand and smiled. "I'm not as innocent as I look." She leaned in and kissed him, capturing his questioning mouth with a soft kiss. He pulled her closer to him, no longer caring if he didn't deserve her nor questioning why she would want to be with him, but only focusing on the desperate need controlling his body to be close to her, to be one with her. Minutes passed, or perhaps eternities, time no longer possessed control over him. All he knew of was that it was wasted without her. Sigh and they said he wasn't poetic. She pulled away from him and his now realized roaming hands and smiled once more, that beautiful smile, and told him she needed to 'freshen up'. "It's uh, to your, well, you see, it's uh right through the bedroom." He managed to spit out. Willow's grateful smile erased anything else he might have said and left him frozen in place as she left the room. "Oh boy." ******* "Oh Goddess!" Willow stared in the mirror, nervously fixing her hair. She had a sweet, cute, wonderful guy waiting for her…and she was petrified to go out there. She didn't know what to say, what to do, and she thought she tasted blood from biting down on her tongue so hard to keep from babbling. She liked him, a lot. She didn't want this to be a one night stand sort of thing, and he didn't really seem like that type anyway… but how could she knowingly introduce him to all the dangers involved in dating one of the slayer's friends. Bet or no bet, she couldn't do that to him. Then again, she rationalized, this isn't high school. If anything at least if he finds out about demons and vampires, he could protect himself and he would be safer. And he should meet my friends anyway so the bet thing really isn't a biggy…and I so don't want to patrol…Well it's settled then. Now I'll just be going out there…. Now…. As in "feet, move!" She stared down at her unwilling appendages and sighed again. What am I doing? ******** What am I doing? I'm like 10 years older then her. She's probably trying to crawl out the window right now. Who were you fooling? She'd never want someone like you. She was probably just- ********** trying to be nice. He's like that. He's probably just grateful that I helped him home and didn't steal anything. I should just leave. I don't know why I was trying to kid myself into believing he ********** actually wanted me. She's too good. I should just let her know I understand. Doyle walked over to the bathroom door and raised a hand to knock as she opened the door. "Look"- "I-" They both started at the same time. Willow paused to let him speak. Doyle stared down into the pools of her deep green eyes and pushed all thoughts away instead claiming her mouth with a kiss. She responded desperately, her hands slipping underneath his shirt to feel his hard chest. He guided her to his bed, neither caring a damn anymore about their insecurities or the consequences, lost in the primal need to be one.