Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer belong exclusively to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Warner Brothers. I'm just borrowing.
Summary: This is the final series in my Willow/Angel trilogy, which began with Demon... Angel... and then continued with Friends... Lovers... Angel is about to leave Sunnydale when it occurs to him that he didn't say goodbye to the woman he loves.
Part two in the Hello... Goodbye... Series.
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Angel stepped into Willow's bedroom, hesitantly turning to close the door behind him, his game face melting away to reveal his handsome features once again. When he turned back, he let Willow take his hand gently. She was trembling, he noticed. He spoke very softly, his entire being taken over by the sudden case of nerves that had overcome him. "You're nervous."
"Yeah, well, I've got a boy in my bedroom. You know what that does to me." She tried to laugh, but the gesture was wasted and she sighed, "Angel?" He looked at her supportively as she went on, "There's something I want to do with you."
His interest perked, Angel asked, "W-What?" She lead him into the center of his room, ordering him to stay put softly, then taking his bag from him and dropping it by her desk. She crossed the room and fiddled with her stereo for a moment, then came back to him, she motioned for him to take off his overcoat, and with shaking hands, he did so. He tossed it onto the bed, not taking his eyes off her, unsure what it was exactly she wanted to do. As music began to drift softly from the stereo, Willow wrapped her arms around him and Angel smiled knowingly, pulling her closer and leaning his forehead on hers. "I almost thought you had other things in mind." She giggled sweetly and he grinned at her. "So you wanted to dance, huh?"
Willow kissed him gently for a moment, looking into his deep brown eyes as though they were endless pools of emotions she could explore for an eternity. "I didn't just want to dance," she whispered, "I wanted to dance with you." She listened to the lyrics of the Paula Cole song filling the room and she told him truthfully, "This song kind of applies."
Angel listened for a moment and then asked, "Isn't this the theme song from Dawson's Creek?" The girl in his arms grinned innocently at him and he was unable to stop himself grinning back, "Willow! You caved!"
She giggled, "Hey! I'm not the only one who watches Dawson's Creek in this room so don't you start with me!" Her tone set seriously, "Now listen closely…"
The vampire did as he was instructed, the words filling his head, 'I don't want to wait for our lives to be over, I want to know right now what will it be? I don't want to wait for our lives to be over, will it be yes or will it be…' Angel smiled, "I see what you mean."
After a few moments of silence, Willow blurted suddenly, "Is this real? Are you here? Really? Or am I dreaming again?"
"You dream about me?" Angel asked.
Blushing, Willow realized what she'd let slip and she muttered quietly. "Well… Kinda every night." She looked up at him sharply, "Angel, sometimes it feels *so* real. I'm certain you're here. Certain I can hear you and feel you, and then I open my eyes. No Angel."
It occurred to Angel suddenly that was a common scenario for her. Much like the night he'd preyed upon here. She'd opened her eyes and he hadn't been there. His soulless counterpart had loomed there instead. As if reading his mind, Willow whispered, "Won't you ever let that go, Angel?"
Startled, he asked, "How did you know?"
"Your eyes. Whenever it comes up, you get the same look." She sighed, "Angel, I want to tell you something…" He nodded approval and she went on, "That night… In my mind, it wasn't Angelus. Then I opened my eyes and he was there. And for months I felt so terrible for what I'd done with him. I kept asking myself how I could've done that… And then one day it occurred to me… It was never Angelus I was making love to. It was never Angelus who made me feel that way." She reached a hand up to run her fingertips over his lips, "It was you. To me, it was you." For the slightest moment, she kissed him, and then she whispered hurriedly, "I w-want to feel that way again. But this time, I want it to be real."
Uncertainty grappled with Angel's heart, "Willow, we shouldn't… It's so soon and I don't want you to rush into anything…"
"Angel, I've loved you for so long now." She smirked playfully, "Too long." He kissed the fingertips still caressing his lips as she went on, giggling, "If this is rushing then… Oh boy, I hope I never take my time!"
The vampire looked thoughtfully into the girl's heavenly eyes, "Willow… It's not just that… It's… I might…" He groaned inwardly at himself, "I could lose my soul." Willow watched him, her expression curious. "Will, you make me that happy. I know. If we…"
Fresh tears littered Willow's eyes, "I would… I could make you that happy?"
"Yes." He added sincerely, "Right now, I'm happier than I've been in such a long time… You make me feel so wonderful, Will. God, I wish I could… I want to… I want to hold you so close… I want you in my arms forever…" She smiled and he went on, "But if we… I never want to lose my soul again, Willow. I might hurt you. And I couldn't go on if I ever did that. I love you too much."
"Angel…" Willow told him quietly, "All I want is this. You and I. Just to be together. It doesn't matter how. If we spent all night just cuddling, I'd be happy. Just be with me. That's all." She cast a look out her window, "Okay, so there's not much of night left… But we have all day…" She walked away from him, drawing her drapes tightly shut. When she walked back to his side, she took his hands, pulling them behind her so her waist was held between his arms. "Feel. Don't think. Promise me."
Reluctant, but still obligingly willing, Angel whispered, "I promise."
Her hands shaking, Willow lead Angel to the bed, making him lay down. Once he was settled and comfortable, she crawled elegantly onto the bed and lay down, propped up half upon his finely toned body and half on the bed. She watched him carefully, a mystified expression on her face.
Curious the vampire asked, "What?"
In reply, she simply whispered, "I love you."
The sudden influx of joy that coursed from Angel's still heart and pumped it's way through his veins was almost unbearable. A broad smile touched his face. He whispered, "I never thought I'd really hear those words…"
"This won't be the last time." Willow leant down and kissed him. Overpowered by her unquestionable ardor for him, Angel returned the kiss eagerly. He could feel her smiling beneath his lips, and he smiled with her. Had he been human, he would have gasped when he felt one of Willow's delightfully warm hands, trembling madly, slide across his silky black shirt, unbuttoning it. When eventually it came undone, she pushed the shirt back to reveal his muscular chest. She broke away from him, stooping to kiss his chest lovingly. She looked up at him, a fierce intensity passing between them. Shyly she asked, "Can I…" She stumbled nervously, "Can I touch you?"
Uncertainty filled Angel. His passions had been stirred in ways he hadn't felt for so long… What if I can't handle this? What if it goes too far? "Willow…" He whispered, "I'm not sure… What if…"
Willow cut him off, whispering back at him, "Feel." He gazed at her for a moment, then nodded when he sensed her determination. She bent again, kissing her way sweetly down his chest. Nervously, she straightened, kneeling on the bed, dropping one knee at one side of the vampire before her, and the other on the opposite side. She sat there for a moment, almost hyperventilating, watching him closely. She wanted to touch, but she didn't know where to start…
Angel ran his hands up her thighs, gently cupping her waist in his strong hands, pulling her gently so she was again bent over him, he kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue gradually into her mouth. She giggled through the kiss, experimenting with her own tongue as the two met.
The passion of their kiss giving her slightly more courage, Willow wriggled down Angel's body slowly, until she was nestled over his crotch. Nervous at first, she barely moved upon him, but as her hips cautiously gyrated over him, Angel stiffening all the while, her enthusiasm mounted and she moved much more fluidly, heat filling her own body. She broke off their kiss, crawling backwards further and further until she was almost at his feet. With shaky hands, she reached out and rubbed the ever-growing lump in the vampire's pants. Angel sat up suddenly, "Will… You don't have to…"
She smiled, "I want to." She added with an innocent laugh, "But I'm a little new to this kinda thing, so you'll have to cut me some slack, okay?"
Kissing her forehead, Angel told her, "Believe me, Willow, you're doing fine." When she giggled again, his own mellow laugh joined hers. "I haven't… For a long time… So…"
Willow's hands nestled into the small of his shoulders, pushing him back into her bed. His voice trailed away, and all he could do was smile at her as she beamed down at him. She turned for a moment, removing his boots and socks, then faced him again. Her hands still shaking, Willow tentatively undid Angel's pants, struggling with them for a moment as she tried to pull them from his body. His own hands trembling as much as hers, Angel helped her. She smiled gratefully at him and then turned her attention back to the boxers that were all that remained on his body. She examined them, flashing him a cheeky grin. "Angel, those are Star Wars boxers!" She ran a hand over the Star Wars logo, then over the face of Princess Leia and a whole bunch of Ewoks.
Angel shrugged, "We all have our weaknesses."
She slipped her fingers inside the top of his boxer shorts, carefully removing them. When they were off, without looking at his body, she dropped them off the side of the bed. Closing her eyes, she turned her head back toward Angel, letting her fingertips explore their way up his legs. When she touched him, he let out a pleasant gasp, and her cheeks flushed a deep red in reply. Wrapping her fingers softly around his shaft, she gently rubbed backwards and forwards. Unable to do anything but squirm delightedly beneath her, Angel closed his eyes, moaning deeply. Her touch like magic to him.
Taking a deep breath, Willow slowly leant down, taking Angel tenderly into her mouth. Shocked, Angel's eyes fluttered open. Willow glanced up warily at him, afraid she'd made him angry or worse, but the response, while certainly one of surprise, was more one of pleasure, she noted. She smiled inwardly, that's a sentiment I share. I can't believe I'm doing this. But she was. And it feels right.
Lost completely in the moment Willow was offering him, Angel's blood pumped amorously throughout him. His mind *tried* to interject on numerous occasions, but he was lost completely in Willow's touch. The feel of her lips around him as she suckled gently was unlike anything he'd ever felt in all his existence. And he'd felt a lot. But Willow… She wasn't like anyone else.
A sharp moan escaped him suddenly, and with all semblances of control gone from him, he shuddered gleefully. Sensing what was about to happen, Willow steadied herself, and as his cold seed shot from within him and into her warm mouth, she swallowed desperately, determined to swallow as much of him as she could. Just to have *Angel* inside of her.
When eventually, exhausted, Angel's body relaxed, Willow pulled her mouth away from him, carefully wiping away the milky residue that had escaped her. She licked her fingers when she was done, rolling her tongue around in her mouth, trying to get a better taste for him. He was salty. Almost spicy. That suits, she told herself.
Angel opened his eyes, spotting the unusual look on her face. "Willow?" He whispered.
She smiled, "You taste kinda…" She giggled suddenly, "Am I really saying this?" She dropped onto the bed beside him, hugging him warmly. "Was I… I mean… Did you like?" He nodded and she looked into his eyes, deeper than he could remember her ever doing.
"What do you see?" He asked.
Willow grinned, "You." Angel began to sit up, gently pulling Willow into a sitting position with him. 'What?" She queried him.
He kissed her for a moment, "There's something I want to do for you." Another bright blush filled Willow's cheeks, and Angel stroked it away gently. "Willow…" He whispered her name and it sent shivers down her spine. It always did. He pulled her softly into his arms, kissing her gently. She melted into the embrace, returning his kiss three fold.
The vampire's hands took hold of the bottom of Willow's woolly jumper. He pushed it up her body, breaking off their kiss long enough to lift it over her head and toss it aside. He gazed over her, awe struck. Her breasts nestled beautifully into her pale purple bra, and for what felt like minutes, all he could do was look at her. When she leant forward and kissed his lips briefly, he grinned, "I was…" He pulled her closer against him, so he could their naked flesh meshed, full of electricity, against each other. "You're beautiful."
Willow shook her head, "No…"
"Yes." And then he silenced her with another kiss, running his cool hands over her stomach, cupping her clothed breasts and massaging them delicately. His hands moved to the back of her bra. When he undid the catch on it, Willow tensed, but as he slid it from her body and ran his hands over her now naked breasts, she moaned deeply. "Lay down." His voice was a hushed command. Still holding her, he let her lay down. Their eyes met, and without looking away from her, he kissed her bellybutton, then moved up her chest, taking her supple breasts in his mouth. Her eyes clenched closed and she sighed, thrilled to her very core.
After tugging off the shoes she'd been wearing without socks, Angel unbuttoned her jeans slowly, teasingly. She opened her eyes to give him a submissive smile and he beamed at her, lifting her waist from the bed to slide her jeans away. She kicked them off the bed quickly, unable to hide her anticipation. Her purple, cotton underwear were the last of the items that had covered her slender body only minutes before. The vampire moved over her, placing himself carefully between her parted thighs, their lips meeting again in a hungry embrace. One hand crept to her thighs, outlining the soaking crotch of her panties. When Willow gasped, her mouth still on his, Angel smiled again, moving away from her, kissing a circular line down between her breasts, licking her nipples, then moving across her tightly clenched stomach muscles, eventually reaching the peak of her thighs. In one astoundingly quick motion he had removed her panties, leaving Willow trembling in anticipation.
He flicked his tongue forward, casting a few quick, spontaneous licks over her quivering clit. Willow couldn't suppress the ecstatic squeal that broke from the deepest recesses of her body. "Angel…" She mumbled softly.
Probing a soft finger inside her, he continued to lap at her, feeling himself growing hard again as she panted and writhed beneath his lips, her excitement infectious, and when she cried out as she came, he longed to pull her into his embrace. To really make love to her. He wanted her so much.
Willow fought to catch her breath as Angel lay down by her side, their naked bodies pressed together. He kissed her shortly, sweetly, and all she could do was smile. She rolled slightly toward him, longing to be as close to him as she could when her soft thighs brushed the swelling head of his shaft. A wicked grin crossed her pure face and she pushed him onto his back, "Here…" She whispered.
"We can't…" Angel interjected.
"We're not going to, silly." She cut him off, taking him in her hands. He pulsed within the folds of her palms. Willow climbed on top of him, spreading her legs and lowering herself so her clit ran along his shaft. She gasped again, still short for breath, and Angel followed suit, almost burned with pleasure by the heat exerting from her. Twisting her hips carefully, the lips of Willow's vagina clutched at Angel's cock tightly. He began to move with her, and as the passion between them began to heighten again, Willow bent over him, kissing him for a moment before their eyes locked.
And in those moments as they moved together, never breaking their gaze, everything that had ever held them back was gone. As each peaked, climaxing violently, a sense of knowing past between them. They could not be together, that was certain, but their souls were now eternally intertwined…