Sniffles

"ACHOO!"  The high-pitched sneeze came from under three layers of blankets piled atop the blue couch.  A feminine sniffle of self-pity emerged shortly there-after.  "Agel, wuld u mke me eh Terwa Fu Pease?" Willow whined softly from underneath the comforters. 

The vampire in question heaved a soft sigh and stood once again to run another errand for his lady love.  The lady love in question seemed to require something new of our beleaguered hero several times an hour. "Drowsy or non drowsy?" he asked, heading for the pantry. 

"Non-dwosy," she instructed through a sleepy yawn.  "Achoo!"  They were watching their recording of the newest Buffy episode, 'Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered'.  On the tv screen, Angelus casually tossed Xander off the roof of Buffy's home. 

Hurrying back so as not to miss his favorite part, Angel nearly spilled piping hot Thera-Flu all over the sick Willow.  "Sorry," he muttered, making a graceful save and carefully handing her the cup.  Willow, her runny nose bright red emerged from under the covers to accept the mug. 

"Tank u," she mumbled, still watching the tv.  "Y'z he such an azzh'le?" she asked Angel of Angelus, as his tv counterpart attacked Xander. 

Angel sighed again and settled an arm around the sweetly naive young woman.  "All men are, honey," he replied, neatly evading the subject.  After a moment, they settled in to watch. 

"Pur Vuffy Wat," Willow observed as Buffy the Rat cleverly evaded Oz the Werewolf.  She always felt very sorry for her best friend here. 

"I think she's cute," Angel replied absently.  Willow turned a very precise, very cutting glare on him.  His eyes widened as he realized the depth of his blunder.  "For a rat," he qualified quickly, trying to worm his way out of trouble.  Willow's eyes narrowed to tight slits and her lips thinned. 

"Look!"  Angel pointed to the screen, where tv Willow was furiously attempting to bury an ax in Xander's head.  "Your favorite part!" he exclaimed, knowing quite well that this was his favorite part, not hers. 

"Will you two knock it off and pay attention!"  Melinda grumbled from her chair, where she'd been patiently suffering through their racket. "I can--A-A-ACHOOO!" 

Sorry guys, I'm sick this week and the medication is making me weird. Just dropping a quick note to say that I've been unable to catch up on my writing schedule from its setback two weeks ago, so from this point forward I will be posting my one part a week on Thursday or Friday night instead of Tuesday.