Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all, and I wish I owned Joss…is that a lil bit too kinky?
Notes: This is the sequel to "A Late Practice", it can stand alone, but if you haven’t read the first one you’re gonna be sort of lost.
Dedication: To Kate for introducing me to fanfic, and urging me to write. And for Andy…I’m sure you can guess why ;-)
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Angel and Willow lay tangled together on the library table, holding each other, and waiting for the curse to take hold for the second time. A small sob escaped Willow’s throat as the horrible reality of what had just happened set in. Angel heard the small escape of emotion, and felt her small frame tremble beneath his. He lifted his head from her hair and looked deeply into her hazel eyes, just beginning to brim with tears.
"Oh God Angel…what have we done?" she choked on the words as she said them. "It wasn’t supposed to happen again, we—"
"Shhh…" Angel cut her off while carefully brushing the auburn strands of hair off her forehead. "It’s going to be okay, we can get Buffy to recast the spell, and curse me again remember?" he said, trying to reassure her.
"But how long do we have before…?" her words trailed off, not wanting to think of what would occur.
"I’m not sure." He answered placing light kisses on her lips, nose and eyelids. He could fell himself becoming hard again inside her warm tunnel, and so could she.
"Angel" she whispered as he continued to cover her face with kisses.
"Hmm?" he answered, not wanting to stop, already feeling his passion reasserting itself. He loved the reaction that her smooth body caused inside of him.
"I love you" she sighed into his ear as he began nibbling on her earlobe with light nips from his blunt teeth.
"I love you too, and I always will" he promised, whispering into her ear.
End Part 1
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and guided his mouth away from her ear and towards her waiting mouth. She drew his tongue into her mouth and kissed him with untold passion as he explored her mouth. He drew away and laid a trail of kisses down her throat and chest, ending at one perfect breast. He traced his tongue around the still hardened nipple and she moaned in pleasure. Her fingers found his hair, and easily ran through it pulling his head down towards her breast as she arched her back, grinding her pelvis into his causing his cock to drive even deeper into her center. He delicately suckled her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth, while he pushed her back down towards the table with his free hand. This motion caused his hard member to retract from her warm tunnel a few inches.
"Mmmmm!" Willow mewled in protest. But she couldn’t force herself back up while his hand rest on her stomach. He reluctantly left her breast and traced a line of butterfly-light kisses down her chest. The hand, which had been resting on her stomach, snaked its way down to her soft curls and he began to rub her hard bud. Each time he touched her clit Willow’s body arched into him, and a small gasping moan escaped her partially opened mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she stared up at the ceiling, allowing the pleasure of his teasing fingers to completely take control of her quacking body. His motions sent her mind and body spinning towards the precipice of an orgasm.
He felt her body tense and her warm tunnel tightened, enveloping his hard shaft like a hand. She used her strong muscles to squeeze and release, milking him inside of her. Her grip sent Angel over the edge as a violent orgasm overtook his body and he shot his cold seed into her again and again. The feeling of his cold seed hitting her and his ever-quickening rubbing sent her over the precipice and her entire body convulsed with the pleasure of her violent orgasms. Her back arched again and again, his hard cock grinding into her over and over. Another orgasm rocked her and she racked her nails up Angel’s back leaving a trail of blood droplets. "Angel--!" she screamed before his mouth violently covered her, swallowing her shriek of pleasure.
End Part 2
As their mutual orgasms passed, and Willow lay on the table, her heart slowing to it’s normal passed <what’s next, what’s next…> ran over, and over again in her mind like a skipping c.d. But her thoughts were suddenly violently interrupted.
"Arrgggg! Willow!" Angel groaned in pain as he fell free of her embrace and fell to the floor.
"Angel!" Willow screamed as she saw him fall to the floor, almost as if in slow motion, doubled in pain. <Not again!> flashed through her mind, as her mind finally latched onto the reality of what was going to happen. She scrambled off the sweat soaked table and knelt by his side, holding him in her arms, hoping to somehow to protect him from what was going to happen.
"Will...the cage! Lock me…Ahhh!" he gasped in pain while trying to drag himself towards the large metal structure.
Willow wrapped her arms around his chest, under his arm, and helped him to his feet. He leaned on her as they made their way to the cage, and then she helped him down to the cold concrete.
"Go!" he gasped, sinking into a heap on the cold ground.
"Angel I won’t—"
"Go Now!" he snarled in pain, his game face showing.
Willow quickly exited the book-cage, and closed and locked the door. Her fingers grasped the cage as Angel lay motionless, other then his heaving chest.
"Angel?" her voice escaped in a choking whisper.
But it wasn’t Angel who answered her.
End Part 3
The phone rang once, twice, a third time—
"Hello?"
"Buffy I need your help!" Willow’s voice sobbed on the other end of the phone.
"Will? What’s wrong? Oh my god are you okay?" she asked, picturing the worst.
"Yeah, I’m fine, but it’s Angel, I need you to cast the spell!" Willow rushed trying to make Buffy understand without just coming out and admitting that she and Angel had broken <more like shattered> the rules and had screwed each others brains out without a second thought on the library table.
"What spell? I don’t—"sudden realization went off like a firecracker in her mind. "Where are you?" she asked while quickly grabbing the things she would need out of her dresser drawers.
"Still in the library! Please hurry!" Willow pleaded.
"I’ll be there in ten." And she hung up the phone grabbing the last thing she would need, her spell book, out of her closet and stuffing it into her book bag. <The spell to restore Angel’s soul! Damnit, can’t they keep their goddamn hands off each other for more than five minutes?> She grabbed her jacket from the downstairs hall closet and ran outside, slamming the door behind her. <Don’t they know how much energy? How much it drains me to--> "Of course not, because they never thought enough to think about me" a harsh voice she almost recognized as her own answered her. She stopped in the middle of the street, shocked at how easy it was to let her anger show through the loyal obedience. <No time!> Another, louder, voice said and her feet started moving towards the school again. As she ran through the front doors of the school and neared the library she heard a deafening roar which made her blood run cold.
Conclusion
<Run! Go!> the voice in Buffy’s head screamed. But, her body refused to do her mind’s desperate bidding. Her feet remained plastered to the hallway floor, just outside the library doors. The blood-chilling howl that had greeted her as she entered the school had ceased. But, the hairs on her neck were still standing at full attention. Every primal instinct told her to get the hell away from that horrible sound of pain and fury. <Angelous> her rational mind said, jolting her feet into action, and her body through the library doors.
Willow’s rage filled shout of "No!" was the first thing she heard as she entered the library.
"No! No, that’s not true!" Willow shouted at the dark figure locked in the book-cage. "Liar!"
"Will?" Buffy asked, her voice full of concern and confusion, "What? What’s not true?"
"That
I fucked her so that I could get rid of that annoying, soul-having, pansy-ass
Angel" sneered the sinister voice from inside the cage. Buffy could
almost hear the hate, and contempt radiating from the demon, that was once
her friends, voice.
"No." Willow growled, her voice low and throaty, and most of all dangerous.
"Poor child," Angelous mocked, "I’m just surprised it took you this long to jump me. Oh how I’ve missed your face when you feel like your hearts being ripped out."
"Take a Polaroid, it’ll last longer then you will with out your soul." Buffy glared at Angelous before turning to unpack the things she would need to do the soul-restoring spell. Angelous just smirked at the two, then slinked to the corner of the cage to watch them. While Buffy was preparing, Willow paced the floor in front of the cage, shooting pained glances at the demon in the corner.
"It isn’t going to work you know. She was lucky the first time, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the spell killed the little witch now." Angelous said mockingly. Buffy just glared at him, and then went back to the things on the library table.
Finally Buffy was ready to cast the spell. She sat cross-legged on the table and centered herself. <Oh Goddess help me> she thought, then started to chant the familiar Latin words.
"Quod perditum est, in venietur. Gods bind him, cast his heart from the demon…realm…return his…I call on…I…Te implor Doamne, nu ignora accasta rugaminte!"
Willow watched as Buffy went into a trance, and the foreign words poured from her mouth. She walked over to the cage to see if it was having any effect on Angelous. She saw him standing in the far corner, eyeing Buffy with no signs of emotion. Willow gently leant against the cage, her fingers gripping the cold metal cage.
"Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-I va transporta sufletul la el! Este scris, aceasta putere este dretul poporuil meu de a conduce…"
The orb before Buffy began glowing and the words came faster. Angelous felt a dull ache in his chest grow and expand throughout his entire body. From the corner of his eye, he also saw Willow lean against the cage.
"Asa sa fie! Acum!"
As Buffy uttered the last words of the spell Angelus lunged at Willow and latched onto her hands through the cage, before she could even react. Buffy felt the wave of energy flow through her, then Willow and Angelous were blasted with a wave of heat as the powerful magic rushed through their connected bodies.
The last thing Willow saw, while falling to the floor, was a wash of images full of blood and pain. Then utter darkness. Angelous fell away from Willow, his mind flooded with images of happiness, and Willow’s friends smiling. Then the blackness overcame his mind as well.
Buffy saw the great blast of light explode from the orb, and pass through Willow and Angelus’ bodies. The metal of the cage sending a shower of sparks between them as they fell to the floor. <What have I done?> was the last thought to flash through Buffy’s mind before she too was overcome by the blackness of her mind.
The End