Fic: Soul of an Angel (3/?)

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Soul of an Angel, Part Three.
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Mom came to the rescue by taking Willow's hand and leading her back 
up the stairs to the shower. I followed, my thoughts a whirlwind in 
my head. At the top of the stairs, my mother stood guard outside the 
bathroom with her arms crossed. She firmly pointed me in the 
direction of my bedroom, so I reluctantly went and sat down on my 
bed. Then it occurred to me that Giles and Xander were still waiting 
to hear from me. No doubt Xander would have told Giles about my rapid 
departure. He must be worried sick.
"Hello?" Giles answered halfway through the first ring.
"Hi Giles." I answered, unsure of what to say.
"She's with you? Now? At home?" He sounded excited, not worried.
"Oh yeah, she's here."
"Shall I come over?" I could just feel him champing at the bit.
"Not a good idea." Especially not while she's naked in the 
shower. "I'll smuggle her over to the library after school tomorrow."
"Oh." I could just see him cleaning his glasses in a disappointed 
way. "Sure. After school, then."
He hung up, and as I turned around, I saw my mother creasing up in 
laughter again in the hallway. So I went to take a peek.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Take a look and see."
I stared around the bathroom door and watched Willow playing with 
the shower. The shower head was dangling from its cord, spraying the 
whole bathroom in lukewarm water as Willow danced about.
"Um?" I asked.
"I don't think she's seen a shower before." my mother said.
How much of *my* Willow was still in there?

*

"Are you two okay to sleep like that?" My mother's frown didn't pass 
unnoticed. Willow, it seemed, would only settle down to sleep if she 
could lie supine on her front with her wings slightly unfurled. So I 
let her have my bed, and I lay on the floor.
"We'll be fine, mum." I replied, feeling the uncomfortable bumpy 
carpet under my back. My mother nodded and closed the door behind 
her. I stared at the ceiling and concentrated on my breathing, trying 
to let my mind empty. This was difficult, as Willow chose that moment 
to land on top of me.
"Willow!" I whispered loudly. I could well imagine what would happen 
if my mother saw us like this together, especially after the kissing 
earlier.
Willow trilled, lightly, and laid her head next to mine. And once 
again I felt her curious warmth as her hands explored my body, 
squeezing my breasts...
"Willow!" I gasped, I couldn't help it. Her touch felt so good, too 
good. Willow's mouth found mine once more, and suddenly I had no 
resistance left to give. I succumbed to the pleasure she gave.

*

When I awoke, Willow was gone. I panicked and rushed madly through 
the house; no sign of her. My mother had already left for work. I 
wondered vaguely whether she'd have taken Willow with her but wrote 
that off as an insane thought. I was just about to give up and call 
Giles when I heard a noise coming from my bedroom. I rushed in.
The noise, I discovered, had come from my wardrobe. My wardrobe 
which now, as well as my clothes, contained a crouching Willow and a 
small, baby-sized egg. I think that's when I fainted.

*

Giles arrived with remarkable alacrity. He seemed excited and 
worried at the same time, which manifested itself in manic eyebrow 
movement.
"She's oviparous!" he explained without actually being 
meaningful. "That's why she has no breasts!"
"In English?" I asked, bemused.
"She has no breasts because she raises her young from an egg," Giles 
elaborated.
"Oh." There was that thought again. "Baby Willows?" I asked.
Giles nodded. "Baby angels," he confirmed.

*

End Part 3.