Pairing: Willow/Angel
Summary: Angel finds Willow alone in the library one night and nature takes its course.
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Angel walked into the still-lit library unable to believe his eyes; Willow was all alone, asleep at the computer table, softly snoring, and it was well past 11 PM. He had seen Buffy and the others at the Bronze a few minutes earlier, and had assumed that Willow was either safe at home, or that Giles would be driving her there from the library; the same library to which he himself had now returned looking for a book he thought might have answers that would help with their search for a way to deal with The Judge, should his assembly be completed. But instead of the book he sought, he found something that took his mind completely off this dangerous new threat to Sunnydale. Willow. What were her friends thinking? Hell, what was Giles thinking? Leaving her alone to finish their research and then to fend for herself on the dangerous walk home? Didn’t they care about the poor girl at all?
He approached the sleeping redhead quietly, not wanting to alarm her. Kneeling down next to her chair, he took a moment to appreciate her loveliness in repose. She was so perfect, so innocent. Once more, both Angel’s soul and demon were aroused by her. And this time, there could be no hasty, unseen departure. After all, he told himself, he couldn’t very well leave her to make her way home all alone. The streets of Sunnydale weren’t safe for a tired young woman on her own, even if she did have a stake and holy water in her backpack.
‘Might as well get this over with,’ he thought to himself, as he gently brushed the hair out of Willow’s face.
"Willow," he whispered softly. "Wake up, Willow." And with that, he gingerly shook her arm, trying to rouse her without scaring her.
Of course, he failed miserably.
"Ack!" She screamed, leaping out of her chair.
Angel immediately went to her, trying to calm her down and still the racing heartbeat that was inflaming his demon.
"I’m sorry, Willow. I didn’t mean to frighten you."
"It’s okay, Angel. I just didn’t think anyone was here and you kinda startled me, that’s all."
"What are you doing here alone?" Angel tried to keep the anger out of his voice as he questioned her. "Why isn’t Giles here at least?"
"He is...I mean, he was, but he was tired and I told him he should go home. He offered to drive me, but I wanted to finish looking up some things and, after all, Xander and I took care of ourselves just fine when Buffy was gone this summer and..."
Angel put his finger to Willow’s lips, amazed that she could babble so rapidly when she was worn out from a long night of research.
"Shh, Willow. It’s alright. I get the picture. But they still shouldn’t have left you here by yourself. With everything that’s going on right now, there’s no telling what could happen to you."
Willow looked up into his face with wide, guileless eyes.
"But you’re here now, so nothing can get me. Right?"
Angel groaned inwardly. This was much more than he could resist. The sight of this beautiful girl, gazing at him with such innocence and trust, aroused him beyond his capacity to restrain himself. He’d been fighting his desire for Willow for months. He just couldn’t fight any longer. Without replying, he pulled the astonished redhead into his arms and kissed her passionately.
As his hands caressed her back, Angel could feel Willow surrender to his embrace and begin to return his kiss with an ardor that matched his own, her own hands reaching around his neck and pulling him closer to her.
Shortly, however, Angel had to break their kiss to allow Willow to breathe, and that was when he saw the doubt and uncertainty take over her. She pulled away and looked at him, guilt and worry etching her features.
"Angel. . .I . . .what about Buffy?" She panted.
"She’s not the one I want, Willow. It’s you. I’ve been dreaming about you for months. I need you."
With that, he took her in his arms again, determined to kiss away all her trepidation, to make her feel so good that she could think of nothing but the pleasure he could give her, and to make her surrender to him without hesitation or regret.
His tongue plundered her mouth, savoring the warmth and the sweetness he could taste there, and he wondered if she could possibly taste as good everywhere else, though that would likely have to wait for another day. He knew Willow well enough to know that he would have to take her quickly, before her ingrained tendency to think about everything had her talking herself out of what he was determined they would be doing very soon. He wasn’t worried though; once he’d taken her virginity, Willow would never be able to refuse him again, and then he would have plenty of time to taste and explore and make love to the red-haired beauty as many times as he wanted. He was certain of that. But for now, he needed to concentrate on arousing the innocent girl to the point where she would gladly bestow on him that special gift of letting him be her first lover and making sure she enjoyed it as much as he knew he would.
He felt her moan into his mouth as her tongue moved against his and her body become yielding and pliant in his arms, and he allowed his hands to begin to roam over her lithe form, lower and lower until they cupped the firm globes of her ass. He then lifted her up onto the table, pushing the books scattered across the top out of the way, and laid her down on the hard surface. While he wished there was a more comfortable place for their tryst, he knew that it wouldn’t matter in a few moments. Both he and Willow would be long past caring where they were very soon.
Sensing her renewed worry as she heard the books tumble to the floor, Angel concentrated on distracting her. He pushed her sweater up and began caressing her breasts through the thin cotton of her virginal white bra as he kissed her with greater urgency. He could almost hear the protests die in Willow’s throat as sensation overwhelmed her, and he resisted the temptation to grin in triumph.
Now abandoning her mouth, he kissed his way down the smooth column of her throat, ignoring the tempting vein pulsing with her passion-rich blood that lay within easy reach of his fangs, and moved to more suitable terrain. He opened the clasp of Willow’s bra, silently thanking the inventor of the front-hook style, and gazed at the two pale, pink-tipped mounds. They were beautiful, as lovely as he had always dreamed they would be, and he could hardly wait to taste them. So taste he did, taking the flesh of one into his mouth. ‘Just the right size’ he thought as he let his tongue play over her nipple, feeling it harden under his skilled ministrations. He stroked her other breast gently with his hand, then switched his attentions, delighting in the gasps and moans he was eliciting from the girl he wanted so desperately. She was writhing underneath him now, consumed by a need she didn’t fully understand, but which Angel certainly did; and he gloried in being the one who had awakened her passions and desires, and in being the one who was about to make her a woman.
One hand left her breast and moved to the clasp of her baggy jeans, undoing them and pushing them down her legs. Any objections she might have had were quickly forgotten when Angel’s fingers found their way into her panties, and he exulted in the gasps and mewls elicited by the work of his deft hand as his thumb rubbed against her clit and his finger found its way inside her slick channel. She was aroused, very aroused, Angel found as he worked to bring her to the brink of orgasm, and she was ready for him. He thought of giving her release before he took her, but he was selfish, and wanted her first orgasm to be with him, when he was inside of her.
He moved back up her body, kissing his way back up her delicate throat to her soft mouth, keeping her at the edge of release with his fingers as he did so. Willow shook with need and Angel knew she wouldn’t resist what he was about do to her.
"Angel, please," she wailed as he removed his hand, needing it to undo
his own trousers and free his erect cock, ready and aching for its own
release.
"It’s okay, Willow," Angel said. "I’ll take care of you."
At that moment, he tore away Willow’s panties, and thrust into her tight, slick channel, breaking the barrier of her virginity as he kissed her deeply, swallowing her scream of pain. Stilling himself within her to give her body time to adjust to his intrusion, he marveled at the glorious sensations he was experiencing. He couldn’t remember ever having felt so perfect inside of a woman before. Willow’s body seemed as if it had been made just for him; it seemed to confirm what everything else about her suggested, that she had been born to be his lover. Her innocence, her beauty, her intelligence, and her body seemed designed just for him, Angel, the vampire with a soul; both demon and man delighting in everything that was Willow.
Soon enough, Angel could feel the tension leave Willow’s body as she began to move against him, looking for the release he had denied her earlier. He began to thrust within her as he once again toyed with her clit, taking her once more to a state of near-mindless need and arousal, a condition matched by his own intense desire. The sensation of moving inside her tight, wet heat was almost more than he could stand, and he fought hard to keep from coming before she did. It wasn’t long at all until she began matching his thrusts with her own.
"Harder, Angel, please!" She begged, her voice shaking with urgency.
He answered her pleas, not with words, but with actions, increasing the speed and force of his strokes within her as they both raced towards climax. He could feel the walls of her channel spasm around his cock as she cried out her release.
"Angel!" Willow cried in uninhibited pleasure as she fell over the edge.
As Angel followed her, his own body shuddering as he came, he realized he was still standing in the corner of the empty library, gazing at Willow as she slept at the computer table.
‘Dammit,’ he thought to himself. Another fantasy. And this time he hadn’t stopped himself in time, he realized, feeling the evidence of that fact soaking his trousers uncomfortably. He also wouldn’t be able to avoid Willow tonight. She couldn’t very well spend the night here, or be allowed to walk home alone. But what could he do to keep her from noticing the dark, wet patch across the front of his pants?
Sighing, and cursing Giles and the others for leaving Willow here alone under his breath, he walked over to the chair Willow was slumped in and picked her up very carefully, cradling her against his chest.
"Mmm, ‘night Daddy," she mumbled, falling back into slumber as she cuddled against him.
Angel struggled to suppress the renewed desire those murmured words
had aroused in his demon and slowly began what he was certain would be
the longest, most uncomfortable walk of his life, the walk to Willow’s
house. Something had to happen between him and Buffy soon, he thought.
He couldn’t stand much more of these fantasies about her best friend. Inside
of himself, he ignored the small voice telling him that his feelings for
Willow were far more than just the result of too much teasing at the hands,
and mouth, of the blonde Slayer he professed to love. And, as he walked
down the dark, eerily quiet streets of Sunnydale carrying the small redhead
in his arms, he forced himself to believe that soon, when Buffy finally
allowed him to take her to his bed, he would never again dream of making
love to Willow.
The End
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