Parts: 11 - 20
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~Part: 11~
Willow blushed as Angel looked at her with an intensely hungry stare. He had woken up that afternoon to find her side of the bed empty and was rather displeased to not have her in his arms when he’d woken. Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen he’d found her sitting on the gray marble counter top in one of his shirts. He shook his head with a soft chuckle as he thought of how she’d come to see the shirts from his time as Angelus as he her new nightwear.
He looked up at her as she cut a brick of cheddar with a small knife, her lily white legs kicking absently as she nibbled on the bit of cheese. Looking her up and down he could barely keep control of his own libido not to mention his demon’s when he saw the shirt was only button by three buttons, the one beneath her pert breasts and the two below it. The dark red velvet looking undeniably touchable against her skin, Oh to be that shirt he thought.
“Angel?” the shy redhead queried as she looked up to see the dark vampire standing in the kitchen doorway. Willow lifted a glass of dark juice, CranRaspberry her favorite, and took a sip. She watched him over the rim of her glass as he stalked towards her his gaze hungry, though not for nutritional satisfaction. A blush stole across her face and he watched as the skin of her chest pinkened along with it. A small dribble of the juice made its way between the glass and her lips the few drops sliding quickly down her chin and dropping onto her chest.
In the blink of an eye Angel was in front of her his tongue licking up the spilt juice. Their mouths met hungrily as the pent up passion built between the two and Angel lifted her from the counter as her legs wrapped around his hips. He carried her the short distance to the table and laid her down upon it. Somewhere in between she had lost his shirt and he had lost his pants. Kissing her furiously he slid his hard length into her moist heat...
“Angel!” the vampire shot up in his bed hearing the redhead cry out his name. The room was cloaked in an inky blackness the storm outside still raging on and every few moments a flash of white lightening would illuminate the room followed closely by a loud bark of thunder.
“Oh Goddess Angel yes,” he turned his attention the girl lying next to him as she moaned out his name again. His nostrils flared at the scent of her heavy arousal. It hung so thick in the air he couldn’t believe he hadn’t been woken by it already. Standing from the bed Angel made a hasty retreat to bathroom and stood boxers and all underneath the ice cold spray.
~Part: 12~
“Buffy,” Joyce Summers called out to her daughter. “Phone!”
“Thanks Mom I got it up here!” Buffy called back down the stairs to her mother from her bedroom. “Hello? ... Oh hey Mr. R ... no she made up some stupid story about her mom dying how selfish can she be. You flew all the way back from New York to surprise her and she cooks up something as ridiculous as that! ... Well of course I don’t believe her, c’mon. But don’t worry I’ll get her to meet with you...Don’t worry I can be very sneaky, she’ll never know it’s you – somewhere private, like where? ... You have a hotel, why aren’t you staying at your house? ... Ew termites, yeah I know. Don’t worry I’m the best at sneaky stuff she’ll never know complete surprise...Yup you bet! By Mr. R.”
Buffy hung up the phone a smile on her face. Ha ha, soon Willow would be revealed for what she really was, a selfish little liar. Everyone was all sympathetic now, Giles even pretending to have adopted her. Pah-leese! But soon Willow would be back where she belonged, and Buffy would once again be the one with all the attention.
The blonde slayer would pretend to be all sorry and contrite, oh Willow, she would say, how could I have doubted you? Willow would come running at her call and soon the conniving little tramp would be out of Angel’s arms and with her father who was going to take her to New York. I’ll have Angel back and she'll be long gone.
“She’ll see that conniving little bitch. Everyone will be mine again. She’ll be in New York and everyone will be mine again. No one steals *my* lover and *my* watcher and *my* friends and gets away with it!” The Blonde slayer snarled dangerously and the wicked gleam in her rather evil looking smile didn’t help much. Reaching into her weapons back she picked up a small dagger. “That little tramp will be back in New York and Angel will be mine again. She’ll see she’s nothing without me.”
Buffy’s temper had been stewing and ever since she had walked into the mansion to talk to Angel and found Willow curled up in his arms wearing one of his shirts. They were lying together in bed as though it were the most natural thing in the world. She would show Angel what a lying little whore Willow was and then everything would go back to normal.
“You ready Buffy?” Oz asked from the doorway of her room. The blonde stood up and set the dagger down on her desk. Smiling at the werewolf she kissed him and took his hand and together they walked out the front door of the house and into the night.
~Part: 13~
“Rupert?” Jenny Calendar called out as she stepped into the watcher’s apartment.
“Oh Jenny I didn’t hear you come in,” Giles said as he came down the stairs from his bedroom. He smiled as he looked upon the neo-pagan/gypsy. He was so very glad that she had come over to his house earlier than he had expected the night of their date. The morning after they had found the computer room in shambles and evidence that Angelus had been there, both knew that if Jenny had stayed later on as she had intended to she would’ve been killed.
Descending the stairs, Giles came to a stop In front of the woman and took her into his arms, kissing her softly with a gentle passion. Both smiled as the kiss was broken, and the watcher tucked a loose strand of mahogany hair behind her ear. Kissing her quickly once more he led her to the couch and sat down next to her.
“I wish this were purely a social call,” Jenny said as she looked at Giles her eyes sad. “A member from my coven called me this morning; she said that something dark was rising in Sunnydale. I asked her if she meant the hellmouth and she just said that the one who fights will become the one who kills. I don’t think she meant Angel though, like you said his soul is permanent.”
“Who do you think she meant then?”
“I don’t know. There are two slayers, but why would one of them turn?”
“I don’t know Jenny. I don’t know. I will keep an eye on Buffy, Wesley is still out with Faith at that retreat, I don’t know what that boy hopes to accomplish other than his untimely demise.”
“Yes,” Jenny chuckled. “Our dear Faith will chew him up and spit him out.”
~Part: 14~
“We should do this more often,” Cordelia said as she grinned across the table at Willow and Angel. Looking out at the dance floor at Xander she grimaced as he danced around like a fish out of water. “Well the double date thing at least.”
“Didn’t anyone ever try to teach that boy how to dance?” Angel asked as he too grimaced at Xander’s near miss with a waitress.
“I tried,” Willow said as she took Angel’s hand under the table. “He stepped on my feet too many times. It was either teach him to dance or never walk again so I chose to walk.”
The other occupants of the table laughed as they enjoyed their night out at the Bronze. None of them noticed the pair in the shadows that watched them. None of them would have believed that Buffy Summers would side with Ira Rosenberg in a plan to not only harm but remove his daughter from Sunnydale entirely.
‘Soon she’ll be mine,’ Ira Rosenberg thought as he sneered at Willow and Angel laughing together. He watched in disgust as Angel kissed Willow, the vampire’s hands tangled in her fire-blood tresses.
‘I’ll show that little bitch. Angel’s MINE!’ Buffy thought murderously.
~Part: 15~
‘All I want to do is go inside and take a nice hot bath and not think about anything for three more days,’ Willow thought as she walked up to the mansion’s door and closing her eyes stepped inside. Dropping her backpack behind the door she locked the door and turned around, opening her eyes...
“Angel wha-” Willow covered her mouth with her hands as she walked into the mansion. The lights were turned off and the fireplace was lit. Candles were burning on the mantle above the fireplace and all over the front room and in the window sills. The soft airy strings of Mozart could be heard in the background and the scents of lavender and patchouli floated across her senses. Looking down at the floor she found red and white rose petals scattered about and upon a small table near the fireplace sat two white candles and in between them a tall thin vase holding a single Stargazer Lily.
Tears fell from Willow’s eyes as a wide brilliant smile lit her face. Angel came up behind the slight girl and wrapped his arms around her delicate waist. Turning in his arms to face the ma, Willow wrapped her arms tightly about his neck and kissed him with all the emotion she felt.
“Oh Goddess Angel, this all of this,” she said her eyes sweeping the room. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Rua, why are you crying?” Angel asked as he cupped her face in his large cool hands and brushed her tears away with his thumbs.
“It’s just so beautiful,” she half sobbed half laughed. “No one has ever – and happy – and oh Goddess Angel. I don’t – and you,” Unable to complete her thoughts fully she kissed him pouring all of her thoughts and emotions into the kiss just hoping beyond hope he would somehow understand.
Angel kissed the girl in his arms, one hand had wound itself in her fiery tresses the other settled upon the small of her back pulling her flush against his hard body. Willow smiled into the kiss as she felt his hardness against her belly. Pulling back from the kiss she panted for air and looked into his brown eyes tinged with gold.
“Do you feel what you do to me Little One,” he said as he kissed along her neck. “What you always do to me.” Unbuttoning her sweater he pulled it slowly from her body, the redhead shuddering in pleasure at his touch. Her whispered ‘Oh Goddess’ had him smiling against her shoulder; pulling back he took her hands and led her to the table.
“Angel!” she exclaimed startling the vampire.
“What?” he asked amused at the playful smile on her face.
“You’re wearing a suit! No you’re wearing a tux! For me?” she asked as more happy tears fell from her eyes.
“All for you.”
Pulling the chair out for Willow, Angel waited as she sat down and then pushed the chair in for her. Going to his chair Angel uncovered the dishes and revealed steamed lobster with steamed vegetables and cheddar biscuits. Reaching into the silver bucket upon the stand next to the table, he retrieved a bottle of Champagne. Unwrapping the top of the bottle he turned the wire and the cork popped out of the bottle as foam went over the top of Angel’s hand.
Willow giggled delightedly as she watched him. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘he said he wanted to take me on a date, I just never imagined this. I don’t think I could be any happier than right now!’ Raising her drink along with his Willow clinked her glass against his as they toasted the night.
“To new loves, new futures and happy endings.”
~Part: 16~
Willow looked at Angel still somewhat perplexed at the delicate array of fine lobster steamed to perfection, and the steamed vegetables. The oh so elegant dinning wear and let's not forget to mention absolutely exquisite champagne. As Willow opened her mouth to ask once again why Angel chose that moment to spear some of the lobster on his fork and ever so gently stuff it in her mouth.
As Willow's lips closed over the fork and her eyes closed in delight at the taste, Angel had to stop himself from moaning out loud. Just the thought of her hot little mouth closing over something like that and that look of pure delight on her face `Oh to be that fork.'
Mentally shaking himself from his thoughts he returned his fork to his plate and watched as the shy redhead slowly opened her eyes, the movement of her eyes so innocent yet such a pure form of seduction. Moving without conscious thought, Angel found himself by Willow's side with his lips upon hers before he realized that his thoughts had become reality. He was kissing her - this innocent temptress.
With his hands upon her waist, the vampire slowly brought Willow up until she was standing in the circle of his arms. Willow sighed in pleasure as Angel's hand found her breast and began kneading the supple flesh through the fabric of her shirt. Moaning into the kiss, Angel took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring the deep recesses of her mouth.
Running his hands up the backs of her thighs Angel grasped Willow's hips and lifted her off the ground, her legs winding themselves around his waist. The dinner forgotten Angel walked up the stairs and into his bedroom, kissing and fondling the girl in his arms all the way there.
~Part: 17~
Shedding the jacket he wore as he entered his bedroom, he walked over to his bed and kneeled upon it, lowering Willow to the soft surface of the black satin sheets. Breaking the kiss and allowing the girl in his bed to breathe, he peppered light fluttery butterfly kisses along her face and jaw. Upon reaching her the smooth column of her neck, Angel sucked a small amount of the soft milky skin into his mouth and ran blunt teeth along the skin releasing it somewhat from his mouth before sucking it back in.
Willow nearly jumped off the bed when Angel assaulted her neck, never having told anyone about that sensitive area she moaned aloud as he ravished her neck. Wrapping her legs back around his waist Willow bucked up against him, rubbing her denim covered pelvis against his. Both of them moaned at the contact and Angel resumed his trek across her skin.
Angel continued his assault until he had disrobed the red witch completely. Kissing her one last time, he looked at her face. The sheer pleasure and passion that showed in her face, the way her eyes were closed, the tilt of her head - baring her neck to him. She was a vampire's wet dream, power, passion and pure innocence wrapped up in a beautiful package.
"Stay her sweetling," Angel whispered to her as he rose from the bed. Willow was too lost in the sensations he had created in her to move. Even though he was gone she could still feel the ghostly remembered movements of his hands, his lips, his tongue upon her. The way his blunt teeth had nipped along her neck, the way his lips had taken hers in first a slow gentle kiss and then in one so strong and forceful and full of desire.
It seemed only seconds later that he returned to her. The redhead's eyes opened in a lazy haze of passion. Angel smiled as he lifted her from the bed and carried her in his arms into the bathroom. Willow looked at him in confusion as he lowered her slowly into the warm lavender-jasmine scented bath water.
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before the words finally came out. "Wha-" she mumbled as she looked up into his smiling chocolate eyes dark with passion.
"After the stressful day you've had, I thought I'd bathe you. Help you relax." Leaning down to her he kissed her lips swollen from kisses both soft and demanding. "Finish what we started."
Willow blushed prettily and looked up at him through hooded eyes. "It wasn't a dream?"
Angel simply smirked and shook his head no as he dipped a soft loufa sponge into the water and lifted it to her shoulder, letting the water fall over her shoulder. He watched in great concentration as the water spilled over her breast and her rosy nipple pebbled. Two small drops of water clung to her nipple and he leaned down to suck them away.
Swirling his tongue around her areola he pulled her breast further into his mouth and pulled slowly away, letting his blunt teeth scrape lightly against the soft skin of her supple breast.
"Oh Goddess," she moaned.
~Part: 18 - 20~
Willow moaned and threw her head back as Angel assaulted her breasts. His tongue was so cold against the heated flesh, the water heating her even more. Dipping his hand low in the water, Angel slowly dragged his short nails up her side from her hip to her breast causing the girl to shudder and call out his name at the sensation.
Lifting her head to look into the vampire's eyes, Willow found herself completely transfixed by his stare. His eyes so filled with passion and lust and...love? No one had ever looked at her that way before. Lifting her hand out of the water she brought it to his face. Cupping his cheek in her hand she looked deep into his soulful eyes and saw it again. Love. Deep soul searing, passionate, time stopping love. How many nights had she cried herself to sleep wishing, longing for someone to look at her the way Angel was looking at her now. How many days had she spent lost in thought wondering what it would be like. Now, now she had that. She had that someone looking at her, she had that feeling. Willow felt as though her heart may explode from her chest with everything she was feeling. She carried so much love inside of her and here was someone giving her love, someone that she could love back.
Slowly, carefully, to afraid that it was a dream, Willow leant closer and kissed Angel. Her lips moved slowly against his almost daring him to disappear. Daring this to be a dream. But it wasn't and soon she felt his tongue against her lips begging to be let in. Opening her mouth to him, she felt his cool tongue slide inside, feeling searching out her mouth. Creating a map it seemed. She giggled into the kiss at the thought and Angel pulled back to look at her questioningly.
Shaking her head with a smile Willow grasped his face between her palms and softly said, "Don't ever pull away from me my sweet Angel. I love you so much I feel as though I would explode from it. My sweet Angel, my dark prince...make love to me."
Angel shed his clothing and lifted her out of the water. Carrying her to the bed he gently deposited her naked wet form onto the satin sheets and ever so slowly climbed up her body. Lying between her legs he looked deep into her eyes so dark with passion they became pools of molten jade. "You'll never have to ask me that again bella."
As Angel kissed her his hands stroked her skin, bringing to life a passionate fire so strong he thought for certain it would burn him. Kissing her neck he felt his demon battling to come forth and had to stop to regain control.
Sensing his dilemma, Willow lifted his face to hers. Brushing her fingertips over his brow she whispered, "Show me." Closing his eyes as though afraid of her reaction, Angel let his demon come forth. Willow looked up into his golden eyes and brushed her fingers over his brow ridges and kissed his ridges, his eyes, his nose and at long last his mouth. Wrapping her tongue around first one fang and then the next she caressed him. Pulling back she looked up into golden eyes filled with wonder and love.
"Beautiful. You are so beautiful my Angel. Never hide yourself from me. I love your soul as I love your demon. I love you Angel, and I too love you Angelus." Kissing him once again she pulled back and whispered, "Mine."
Capturing her lips in a demanding kiss Angel whispered "Yours Rua, only yours," against her lips.
Angel kissed Willow, hard and demanding and gentle and teasing until she had to pull away for much needed air. Moving down her body, the vampire kissed a path from her jaw to her neck to her chest. Kissing and nipping his way between her breasts, he traveled down to her nest of red curls. Breathing deeply he took in the strong scent of her arousal. Smiling with love for the small woman in his bed, he gently parted her folds wet with her arousal.
Breathing deeply again, he blew softly on her clit causing her to nearly jump off the bed. Crying out his name as he held her hips still, he slowly and languidly brought his tongue up between her folds. Willow bucked at his slow ministrations. Never having felt anything so intense before, she thought she may die right there.
Spreading her folds again, he looked up at her and smiled before drawing his tongue slowly across her, making slow licks as though he were enjoying some sweet confection.
Willow looked down at him, her eyes so dark with lust they looked almost black. Her hands slid across the sheets, up his shoulder and tangled themselves in his thick silky hair. Running her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching ever so lightly across his scalp as he licked at her, she felt a soft vibration begin and realized that he was purring. Before she had time to fully understand the sensations building inside her, the tightening in her tummy, Angel plunged his tongue deep inside her.
Willow's hands clutched at his hair as Angel moved his tongue inside her tight passage. First swirling lightly and then thrusting in and out slowly. Moving his mouth to her clit, he thrust two fingers inside of her as he latched onto her sensitive nub and sucked hard.
"Oh Goddess An-GEL!" Willow screamed out as she came. Kissing his way back up her body, Angel watched as she tossed her head in passion. "I've never - that- and oh," she cried out as he kissed her once again. The tip of her erection was touching against her arousal and all Willow could think of was how this man, this angel of her had pleasured her beyond belief already. But, oh how she needed him inside of her.
"Oh Goddess Angel please," she whimpered out.
"Please what Rua?"
"I need you Angel. I need you inside me, now."
"Yer wish princess," he whispered as he slowly entered her, his Irish accent heavy in the air, "Is my command."
As he met her barrier, he took her lips in a kiss and thrust the rest of the way inside. Willow whimpered softly, but soon the pain was replaced by pleasure and passion and need so strong she could not escape it.
Angel set a slow steady rhythm and as Willow wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust, he knew there could never be another woman for him. This woman, the beautiful passionate woman, not only gave him the missing piece of his soul, but she calmed his demon. She was made for him. The tightness of her fit him like a glove, and oh she was not idle.
Tired of the slowness and growing weary of the gentleness, Willow thrust against him hard and fast. Biting into the place where his shoulder met his neck, Willow drove him on. As his pace increased she met him and still sped up the pace hardened the pace and she slammed herself up against him as much as she could.
Oh yes She was the perfect woman for him. As Willow came Angel bit into her neck drawing her precious blood inside of him, and Willow bit him Angel came hard. She drew his blood, unintentionally, but never the less it intoxicated her. She could taste his power his age, his passion. Angel fell on top of Willow, with drawing his fangs from her neck and lapping at her neck at his mark. She was his, now and forever. He had felt the bite she made; he had felt the pull of his blood. Now he would just have to explain to her what had happened. But later. Oh this little spitfire could drive him mad with passion and then drain him of it. Pulling slowly out her, he rolled onto his side pulling her slight frame against his larger one. Her head came to rest on his shoulder and they both were asleep within seconds.