Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating: this part R, series overall NC-17
Summary: Angel discovers Willow's plans to leave town and is not pleased.
Warning: This fic has contained rape and deals with issues of sex and power dynamics.
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Distribution: Soulmates, UCSL, Bite Me.Please, wacky witch, my site, NHA, WLS, all the usual suspects. Anyone else, please ask first.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: I would like to thank Em North, Inell, Emmy, and Tonya first and foremost for being there for me through some tremendous insecurities. Next, I want to thank Kat, Elisabeth, Missy, and Lisa Kelley, pals above and beyond the call of duty. I would also like to thank all my LJ pals, like Danielle, and Aaronlisa, and midnight! And to every single person who has ever sent me feedback.I love you madly! Now I know I have forgotten to thank dozens of wonderful people, so if you think your name should be here, insert it! Cause I would have mentioned you if I weren't such a dumb blonde and if I wasn't trying to rush this thing and get it posted!
Author's Notes Two: Elisabeth's out of town, Kat is busy, Emmy's computer is on the blink, and Missy has way too much to do. So this chapter is unbeta'ed. All mistakes, therefore, are mine. Please forgive them.
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Somewhere, deep in the recesses of her mind, Willow could hear the clang of a steel door and the jingling of a jailer's keys. Angel knew. Knew almost as soon as the door had opened. And he had closed and locked it before she could do more than catch a glimpse of the freedom that lay on the other side.
"So, Willow. When were you going to tell me that you were leaving?"
The expression on Angel's face frightened Willow. She had never seen him look at her this way. Sure, he had looked angry when she had told him the horrible details of what Spike had done to her. But he had never looked like this, his eyes boring into her with a cold fury that seemed to freeze the marrow in her bones.
What added to the terror for Willow was Angel's eerie calm. Only his eyes betrayed his rage. His physical demeanor was calm and his voice was even, making Willow wonder if the look in his eyes was a trick of the light and her still sleep-befuddled mind.
That must be it, she told herself. For Angel had never given her reason to fear him. Her uncertainties and almost gothic perceptions of their relationship must be the byproduct of Spike's brutality and her own lifelong insecurities.
Sitting up, Willow rubbed her eyes and looked at Angel calmly, assuring herself inwardly that he was simply worried about what she was doing. Afraid that she was making a hasty decision. And concerned about whether she was ready to be alone so soon after.well, so soon after.
Having convinced herself that her concerns about Angel had been blown entirely out of proportion in her mind, Willow began to explain what had happened to the dark-haired vampire.
"Angel, it's all a big misunderstanding. Who told you I was leaving, anyway?"
"Buffy came barging into the mansion tonight, crying about how her best friend was deserting her. That's when she told me that you announced today that you were going to Stanford in the fall."
"Angel, it's not what you think. Oz asked me to get back together with him today."
Willow noticed Angel's eyes flashed amber at that statement, but she decided to ignore it and proceeded with her explanation.
"I said no. But he had already told Buffy and Xander what he was going to do so they expected us to be a couple again and.well.I had to think of an excuse to give them. I wasn't ready to answer a whole bunch of questions. So I said the first thing that I could think of."
Angel sat down on the bed next to Willow.
"I knew you wouldn't leave me."
With that, Angel put his arms around Willow and held her close, kissing the top of her head gently. Something about his embrace, however, filled Willow with the sense of foreboding that she had earlier almost convinced herself was groundless melodrama.
"But Angel," Willow said. "I'm going to have to leave. You know, now that I've told everybody that I'm going to Stanford and all. I mean, I have to go to college, anyway. And Stanford's way better than UC Sunnydale. Plus, my parents really want me to go there. I have to do this. You understand that, right?"
Despite what she had tried to tell herself earlier, something in Willow still feared Angel. And wanted to get as far away from him as she could. Despite the responses he evoked in her body, despite the fact that he was the only one who knew about what Spike had done to her and the changes it had wrought in her. So she decided to keep up the lie that she was headed to Stanford. He didn't need to know where she was really going. Angel would get along fine without her, she was certain. With time, and distance, they would both be better off.
Angel said nothing, taking Willow's face in his hands and kissing her. His hands began to move over her body, ghosting over her breasts and making Willow moan in spite of herself.
"Angel." she protested weakly, feebly trying to move away from his increasingly demanding mouth and hands.
He put his finger to her lips. "Shh, sweetling. Let me do this for you."
And Willow gave in, something in her knowing that, once again, she was being taken, despite all appearances to the contrary. Her body hummed with need, those contradictory needs that Angel always fulfilled for her, the need to feel sexual and the need to feel clean. But now she began to realize the price she was paying. And it was too late. Maybe it had always been too late.
Angel drew Willow's nightshirt over her head and discarded it on the floor.
"Beautiful," he murmured, as he always did.
Then he moved Willow so that she was prone on the bed once more. Lifting her hips, Willow allowed Angel to remove her underwear. For the first time, the fact that Angel remained fully clothed struck her. Even though it had always been this way, somehow it now made her feel more vulnerable. But she said nothing, trying instead to lose herself in the feel of Angel's lips as they moved down her body.
Her arousal built as Angel moved between her thighs, using his tongue and teeth to bring her towards glorious release. He soon entered her with his fingers, curling the two digits against her wall and rubbing against her g-spot. As she began spiraling into orgasm, Willow heard Angel speak, his voice low with dangerous promise.
"We'll leave together, Willow. I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you."
With that, he moved up her body and sank his fangs into her breast. The sudden pain caused Willow to experience a more intense orgasm than she had ever felt before and she screamed out her pleasure as the feeling of Angel drawing forth her life's essence reverberated throughout her body.
Angel's fangs soon left her breast and Willow's body began to relax into the glorious, sated state that Angel always brought her to. She heard him purr as he lay beside her and lapped at the twin holes he had made in her flesh. She didn't have to ask what had just happened. Angel had claimed her.
Somewhere inside of Willow, hope died. No matter what she did, her life would never be her own again. And she could almost hear the beating of her own tiny wings as she became more thoroughly trapped than ever in Angel's web.
The End