**********FALLEN ANGELS**********

Part 7:             The Storm

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Willow splashed the water over her face. A loud boom echoed through the
room  and she froze.  More thunder. The storm was getting closer, and
she was locked in her rooms at the mansion.  She'd been watching the
heavy storm clouds gather and roll in all Friday afternoon.  When
Spike had come shortly after dusk and collected her, the thunder had
just started to boom, the lightning playing across the dark clouds. With
every flash or bang she would grab Spike's arm or move closer to him.
Storms terrified her and Angelus knew it.  She couldn't help but blush
at a memory of better times when one night in the library there'd been a
terrible storm and she'd clung to Angel. He'd protected her, held her
close, murmuring soothing words.  Another crash made her jump. She
hated storms.
 

It had been a strange few days.  Every night she bathed Angelus.
Although, after that first night, she generally only had one glass of
wine with dinner, so she was always sober.  But still he made no move
to touch her, although her visual explorations during their bath
sessions had increased, she had studied every part of his body and it no
longer worried her having him watch her bathe.
 

Her nights had been strange. She never knew what Angelus expected.
The night she had been so extravagantly dressed he made her kneel at his
feet and read to him until her voice was hoarse.  Even after she
finished the book, he made her stay at his feet. She could no longer
feel her legs and her head had been heavy, she'd fought to keep her eyes
open, his hand had cradled her head, bringing it down to rest on his
knee and she'd fallen asleep.  The next morning she'd been woken by
Spike, given breakfast and bundled off to school.  The following night
was spent walking with Angelus, talking about music and literature,
dinner had been taken and they'd gone back to the mansion. Willow was
bathed and  asleep in bed by midnight.  Last night they had gone for a
drive down the coast to a scenic spot where the coastline was jagged
cliffs, sitting on the bonnet of the car, looking out over the vast
expanse of ocean.  Again she had been bathed and in bed by
midnight.  And each night she had gone to bed alone.
 

Tonight, she had arrived at the mansion with Spike right as the rain had
started to fall. Angelus had met her and walked her upstairs to her
rooms, his silent eyes watching her face as the storm raged outside.
 

"We're going out and won't be back until morning.  You can stay in
your rooms," Angelus had told her as he shoved her in her rooms and
locked the door.
 

A fruit platter had been left for her but that was it.  The
entertainment cabinet was locked and the only book in the rooms was a
copy of poems in Gaelic.  Since she'd only had two lessons so far she
really couldn't understand them.  So she had decided to have a bath.
But it wasn't offering any type of distraction from the increasing
ferocity of the storm outside.
 

As the lightning crashed and the thunder rolled about a few moments
later she jumped and whimpered.  She couldn't stand storms and somehow
she didn't think this one was just going to blow itself out.  Sighing
she got out of the bath and dried off, sitting down at the vanity to
apply the various creams that Angelus insisted she use. Rubbing the
excess cream into her hands she shook her head and tossed her hair back,
catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  She hadn't really looked
at herself lately, in fact she had never really looked at herself.
She was startled to see bright eyes looking back from a vast amount of
pale skin.  She watched her reflection for a moment, critical eyes
taking in every detail.  Green eyes, pink lips and pale skin. Tilting
her head she wondered if she really was that pale or if it was just an
illusion created by the deep red silk camisole top and matching boxers
she wore.  Frowning lightly she didn't know, but she looked too pale,
especially her lips. Her eyes fell down to roam the various items on the
vanity finally falling on a pot of sheer red lip-gloss, she grabbed it
and picked up a lip brush, apply the sheer slash of colour and
smiled.  That was much better.
 

Picking up her hairbrush she was about to run it through her hair when a
thunderclap literally shook the mansion.  She couldn't help it she
screamed and fled, brush still in hand, to the safety of her sitting
room, desperately trying the doors seeing if they would open.  But
they didn't.  Taking a few deep-calming breaths she sat down on the
plush sofa and curled up, concentrating on brushing her hair.
 

"I'm not scared, I'm not scared, it's only a storm it can't hurt me..."
she repeated, dragging the brush through her dry but tangled locks.
"Just because a lightning bolt contains enough energy to kill a
person...but I'm not thinking about that because I'm not scared.  I'm
perfectly safe...locked in a vampires mansion...great...who am I
kidding?"
 

She had just finished up her hair when the lights went out and the
lightning crashed, sending a tremor through the house again.
 

"Okay, this is...dark..." she muttered standing up, then the lightning
flashed again, lighting up her bedroom and she stumbled forward into the
room.  Apart from the massive bed the room contained a few lounge
chairs, similar to those in the sitting room, some bedside tables and a
lot of open space.  Perhaps the thing that fascinated Willow the most
were the two huge floor to ceiling arch windows, either side of the
bed.  They were huge and left uncovered. She supposed they offered no
threat to the vampires since they were dark stained glass, the sunlight
was heavily diffused by the time it crept into the room.  They
dominated the room, Willow could easily stand in front of them and
spread her arms wide and still not touch the wall.  But now in the
thunderstorm these windows sprawled terrifying and hideously deformed
flashes of light through the room.  "But I'm still not scared...it's
just a storm..."
 

Then the room lit up in a horrifying light show and thunder boomed
through the empty room.  Willow screamed and stepped back, smack bang
into a hard and unrelenting body.  She screamed louder and arms
wrapped about her.
 

"Shhh, little girl," Angelus whispered in her ear, smiling to
himself.  "Why does it scare you so much?"
 

Willow could feel her heart pounding in her chest. He had scared ten
years at least off her life.  She didn't know which was worse, Angelus
or the storm. Again the thunder roared and she spun in his arms, her own
flying up to lock about his neck and she buried her head in his
chest.  She didn't know if it was the thunder or his laughter that
rumbled in her ears. She didn't really care.
 

"What is it Willow?  Hmm?  The noise, is that what scares you?"
Angelus murmured softly, stroking her hair.  Silently she nodded.
 

"And the flashes...the lightning," she whispered almost forgetting it
was Angelus she was talking to.  He held her, swaying with her, his
cheek resting against the top of her head.  She was just starting to
calm down when the thunder roared again, causing her to leap forward and
press herself hard against him.  He laughed at her and waited until
she loosened her hold on his neck slightly before pushing her away from
him and taking hold of one of her hands.
 

"Come on," he urged as he lead her toward one of the huge glass
windows.  Willow whimpered but followed, reluctantly.  He pulled her
in front of him, standing her directly in front of the window, lightning
flashed and she stepped back, straight into him.  He held onto her
shoulders, stilling her movement.  "Put your hands on the window."
 

As the thunder roared she slowly raised her hands, holding them out
directly in front of her and pressed them against the cold glass.
Lightning flashed and she pulled them away.  Behind her Angelus
laughed and stepped away from her to grab something from the bedside
table.
 

"It's only light, it won't hurt you," he stated chuckling and walking
back to her.  Leaning in he whispered in her ear.  "Close your
eyes."
 

She obeyed and he slipped a black silk scarf about her eyes, causing her
to gasp as he blindfolded her.
 

"Now, put your hands on the glass," he whispered standing in close
behind her.  Blindly she reached out and put her hands on the
glass.  He smiled.  "Boom."  He whispered it in one ear, then
swapped to the other and repeated it.  "Boom."
 

He continued to do it, swapping ears, getting louder, until Willow
forgot her fear and giggled.  Then the real thunder roared and she
dragged her hands away from the glass and cried out.
 

"Shhh, it can't hurt you," Angelus reassured, his hands running down her
arms to clasp her hands and put them back against the glass, he kept her
hands covered with his own, his weight leaning lightly against her back
as he whispered in her ear.  "Listen to something else.  Can you
hear your heart beating?  I can...boom, boom..."
 

He whispered and changed ears, his soft voice sending shivers down
Willow's spine.  Her fingers flexed under his, stretching along the
glass.  Slowly she concentrated and focused on the sound of her heart
beating and nodded, she could hear the blood pounding in her ears, hear
her heart rhythmically pumping, echoing in her ears.  The thunder
roared and she didn't react, instead listening to Angelus' voice.
 

"It's just light...just sound..." he whispered against her ear, taking
in her smell.  "Concentrate on the glass beneath your fingers, the
coolness, the smoothness..."
 

Willow flexed her fingers again, the tips brushing against the cool
surface, it made them tingle.  Angelus drew his hands back, dragging
his fingers along the soft skin on her arms and stepped back from
her.  Her fingers, free of the confines of his hands, ran along the
surface of the window, caressing the raised joins of the glass.  Her
fingers rose up to their tips and then she lowered them, her palms
brushing against the cool surface and she took a step in closer to the
glass.  Her fingers blindly exploring the window.
 

Behind her Angelus shed his shirt tossing it down on one of the chairs
and watched as she moved against the glass, the lightning flashing,
casting a mix match of colours across her pale skin, the silk of her
clothes clinging to her curves.  He smiled and moved in behind her,
his hands covering hers again.
 

"Does it feel cool?" he murmured in her ear, receiving a nod in reply,
his fingers moved between hers as he pressed his naked chest against her
back.
 

Willow swung her head slightly at the sensation of Angelus behind
her.  She could feel the cool surface of his skin pressing against her
back while his leather-clad legs entwined with her bare ones.  His
hands pulled hers back and spread her arms out wide.
 

"Keep your hands in mine and move with me," he murmured in her ear,
stepping back from her.  Hesitatingly she moved one of her legs to
press against his and then the other so she was standing flush against
his body.  "Good girl.  Keep listening to your heart beat."
 

He lowered one hand, pushing hers down with it, brushing lightly across
her thigh and then raised it back up, bending his elbow and brushing his
forearm lightly across her neck.  She gasped and tilted her head back
as their arms moved down, their thumbs brushing across her silk covered
nipple.  Slowly he bought their other arm in and ran her hand across
the flat plain of her stomach, a fleeting touch.  Turning their hands
he made sure that it was her hands that came in contact with the silk
that covered her body.
 

Smiling he leant over her, rubbing his chest against her back, pulling
her ass back into his pelvis.  Willow gasped for breath as his lips
brushed over her shoulder, a brief whisper of a kiss, nothing more.
He moved their hands, one rubbing along the smooth lines of her stomach
while the other moved up to brush across her breasts.  He let their
hands stay on her breast as he pulled them back up and smiled to himself
as he felt her hand move slightly away from his, putting pressure on her
hard nipple.
 

Slowly and carefully he manipulated the hand on her stomach, moving it
in grand sweeping circles that brushed against her thighs and the bare
skin just below her boxers.  He took a small side step and moved their
hands from her breast up to caress her throat.  Willow threw her head
back, resting it against his shoulder as her fingers caressed her
skin.  Long fingers tickled at her throat, pressing down on sensitive
spots, she curled her fingers lightly and dragged her nails across her
throat and let her hand drop back down to her breast.  Splaying her
fingers she ran them across her breast and then clamped them down
catching the hard nipple, making her gasp at the sensation.
 

Angelus smiled and took another step toward the bed, brushing her legs
against it.  He released the hand on her breast and watched as she
continued to stroke herself, her tinted red lips parted slightly, her
breathing coming in shallow pants.  Their hands on her stomach moved,
thumbs catching the material of her camisole, lifting it, letting their
hands brush over her warm flesh.  With his free hand he reached down
and pulled the hem of the top, lifting it up.  Both her hands left her
body as she let him take off her top and then they moved back to caress
her bare skin, revelling in the sensation of her fingers dancing across
her flesh.  His hand joined hers on her stomach, guiding it down then
letting her take control.  Fingers slipped between the soft silk
waistband and brushed against her pubic hair, tickling it, teasing
it.  She sighed and rubbed her naked back against his chest, making
him close his eyes briefly.  Slowly he pressed her fingers down,
urging them to creep further between her legs and she moaned softly as
her index finger slipped between her silky wet folds, brushing the hard
nub of her clitoris.  It was only a fleeting stroke as Angelus pulled
their hands back.
 

He moved them forward, crawling them up onto her bed, both on their
knees, his body covering hers.  Once more he moved their hands down to
between her legs, Willow eagerly repeating rubbing her finger across her
clit.  Her hips jerked forward, pressing down against her finger, then
she pressed back against Angelus, rubbing herself against him.  She
was lost in the sensation of her hands, disorientated by the blindfold
and confused by her feelings.  But she wasn't going to stop.
Suddenly Angelus pushed her forward, down onto the soft silk of the
sheets, holding her body down with one hand on her back and she writhed
against the softness, revelling in the slight friction the silk made
against her skin.  Still her hands caressed her body, one teasing her
breasts, stomach and neck the other between her legs, lightly running
her fingers through her moisture and caressing her clit.
 

Angelus smiled down at her writhing form and pulled back off her, his
hands hooking in the waistband of her boxers, pulling them down slowly,
not wanting to distract her.  He leant over her again to whisper in
her ear.
 

"Feel it Willow...but no penetration..." then he moved away from the bed
and sat down on one of the plush chairs.  He smiled as the lightning
flashed, covering her nude form in coloured shadows briefly.  Leaning
back in the chair he pulled at the button on his fly, freeing his cock
so he could stroke it as he watched her.
 

She turned and twisted, rubbing her fevered body against the cool silk,
her nipples aching as they brushed over the silk.  Taking her weight
slightly on her knees she thrust her hips forward, two fingers
rhythmically stroking her clit, her hips thrusting into the cool silk
and pulling back.  She moaned, her free hand twisting in the sheet
momentarily.  Suddenly she turned over onto her back, bending one of
her knees, spreading her legs, her index finger pressing down on her
clit, the nail catching and dragging across it.  She gurgled a moan of
pleasure as she sucked on her fingers before dragging them down and
caressing her neck and breasts, her other hand still between her
thighs.  Suddenly she bent her knees, pulling her feet up near her
ass, rising up onto the toes as she squeezed her clit.  Her head
rolled back and she arched her back, crying out and grabbing at the
sheet, her index finger rubbing furiously at her clit as she worked her
way through her first orgasm.
 

In the chair Angelus sped up his strokes and grunted, using her silk
boxers to catch his semen.  His eyes never left the writhing redhead
who collapsed on the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body
trembling, the blindfold still in place.
 

From the entrance door in the sitting room Spike lit up a cigarette and
watched as Angelus studied the little girl, her legs still spread, sweat
glistening on her body.  All three were totally oblivious to the storm
that still raged on.
 
 

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