September 16, 2006
 
 

Angel woke up confused. It took him several minutes before he was able to distinguish his dream from reality. <Where the hell did I come up with a wild fantasy like that? > Angel wasn’t sure what made him imagine such a horrible scenario, but it certainly had affected him. The dream had left him with a strong sense of dread that he couldn’t quite shake. Angel turned over to find the bed next to him empty. His heart leapt into his throat as Angel began to assume the worst.

"Angel." He looked up to find Willow standing at the door of the bathroom. She was wrapped in his robe, gently rubbing her hair dry with a towel. "Do you still want to come to that political meeting with me and Xander?"

Angel threw the blanket aside and rushed to Willow’s side. She dropped her towel as his arms circled around her in a fierce embrace. "Angel!" She cried out in surprised pleasure. "What’s wrong with you."

He buried his head in to her hair, holding tight as he convinced himself she was really there. "I’m sorry, I just had this horrible dream."

Concerned, Willow held Angel back. "What was it?"

"I dreamt we weren’t together. You had gone ahead and married Robert and then we had tracked down Damian and he killed you right before my eyes. You died before I could ever tell you how much I loved you."

Willow squeezed Angel tighter, willing away his fear. "Angel, it was only a dream. I’m not dead, obviously. There’s no reason to worry. See." Willow held up her hand to show Angel the gold wedding band on her ring finger. "I’m still married to you, nothing’s changed."

Angel kissed Willow roughly, his voice thick with emotion. "You know I love you, right?"

Willow smiled teasingly. "How could I not, you tell me almost every day." She stopped smiling when Angel kissed her again, this time more passionately. "I love you too Angel, always and forever."

Angel sighed. "I’m sorry, I just got spooked. It was just so real. I’ve never had a dream like that."

Willow caressed Angel’s cheek with her hand. "It’s all right, I understand. Sometimes dreams are like that."

Angel laid back on the bed, watching as Willow started to get dressed for the evening. "Now, what were you saying about Xander?"

Willow sat on the edge of her bed, pulling on a new pair of pantyhose. "I just wanted to know if you were coming with me to Xander’s democratic meeting. He says they’re going to pick candidates for the primaries. He’s insisting I go. He’s got some silly fantasy in his head that I could run for city council. He thinks I could have a career in politics. I told him, just because he used to call me Madame President when we were 5 doesn’t mean it’s going to come true. I mean, I don’t know anything about being a politician. Anyway, if you come with me maybe we can duck out of the meeting early without hurting his feelings."

Angel leaned across the bed to caress Willow’s thigh. "You know, I don’t think there’s anything sexier than a woman in power. Can’t you just imagine doing it in the Oval office? What a rush."

Willow raised an eyebrow at Angel. "Oh, so are you saying there’s something wrong when we just have sex in our bedroom?"

Angel pulled Willow down next to him, and buried his head in her neck. She sighed as his mouth began to nuzzle her the base of her throat. "How much time do we have before we have to meet Xander?"

Willow yanked Angel over so he was lying on top of her. "An hour."

Angel grinned wickedly. "Sounds like plenty of time to me."

Whistler stood across the street and watched as Willow and Angel emerged from their apartment building, arms wrapped around each other’s waists. Angel had succeeded, just as Whistler had known he would. Finally, things were as they should be, and Willow could complete her destiny. "Take care of her Angel," he whispered into the breeze. "That’s a future president you’re in charge of." Smiling, Whistler turned and walked off in to the night, the sound of Angel and Willow’s laughter following him.
 
 

The End