Angel turned, a small smile crossing his lips as he caught Willow staring at him. He was surprised to see desire in her eyes. Again, he caught himself looking at her as an attractive woman. He freed his mind of those thoughts. This was Willow, Buffy's little friend. She was just a kid. He watched her eyes widen as she realized she had been caught staring. Her face flushed a pretty shade of pink as she looked away. She was so innocent.
"So, Buffy is happy?" he asked, trying to lessen her embarrassment.
"Very. Riley is a good guy. A bit doltish, but deep down his heart is good." Willow said, sitting back and avoiding his knowing eyes. Great, Rosenberg. Here an hour and already caught lusting. How are you going to make it through an entire weekend without either dying from embarrassment or attacking him?
"I'm happy for her" Angel said, surprised that he was speaking the truth. He would always love Buffy, but he knew it was time to move on. For both of them. Again, his eyes wandered over Willow. She had grown up in the months since he had left Sunnydale. He knew from her emails that she still wasn't dating anyone. There had been the wolf her sophomore year and then noone. He wondered why for the millionth time.
"So, how is LA?" she asked, feeling awkward. She had come to LA to pick up some books for Giles. Angel had invited her to spend the weekend and she'd accepted. She and the vampire had become very good friends after he had left, exchanging emails and phone calls. Now, though, with this attraction to him rearing its ugly head, she knew it was going to be a weekend from hell.
"It's big. And dirty. But, I have my name on the door" Angel said, smiling slightly.
Willow had to laugh, forgetting her mortification. "You also have Cordelia. Don't forget her."
"As if she'd let me. She and Doyle should be here soon. She was very excited that you were coming for a visit."
"Oh, I finally get the meet the infamous Doyle then?" Willow said, laughing. She caught herself watching his tongue as he licked his bottom lip. Visions of other things he could be doing with his tongue entered her mind. Gulping, she said huskily, "I can't wait."
Angel watched her laugh, aroused by the sound. He shook his head, Down boy. This is just Willow. Your friend. His eyes took in her face and moved down her body. His own body reacted instantly. He fought the impulse to take her into his arms and kiss her breathless...he suddenly had visions of what would happen after that kiss...there on the couch...on his desk...on the floor...against the wall... Groaning slightly, he stood. "Well, I have some calls to make. I'll be back soon."
Willow watched him go, falling back onto the couch. She ran her hand over her face, trying to catch her breath. Damn him. And damn her for still loving him. Still wanting him so badly. She couldn't date anyone because she always compared them to him. None ever surpassed him. He was her ideal. She took a deep, steadying breath. Just a weekend. Forty eight hours. She could handle it. What could possibly happen?
"See?" Cordelia whispered in Doyle's ear.
He nodded, moving from their hiding spot. They hurried into the hall, Cordelia smiling. "I told you."
"Aye, he wants the lass. I admit it. You were right."
"Aren't I always?" she said smirking. "So, how do we get them together?"
"Well, we have lust, that was quite evident. We also might have love, if the look in the redhead's eyes means anything. So, we are starting off pretty good." Doyle said, grinning.
"We also have an entire weekend. If we do this right, by the end of the weekend, they'll be in each others arms. Happy and content at last. I mean, Will's been lusting for Brood boy since senior year, if not before that. It's about time she got some happiness."
"Angel's been falling for her since he moved here. Any idiot could see it. Guess that's why he hasn't." Doyle thought a moment, "Well, with both of us on the case, it shouldn't be long. Then they can be as happy as we are."
"This is going to be one weekend neither of them forget" Cordelia said, laughing. She couldn't wait to help her two dearest friends find happiness together. "So, what's first?"
**********
"Willow!" Cordelia said, rushing over and hugging her friend. "You look great. But that color is awful. Does nothing for you."
"Nice to see you too Delia" Willow said, rolling her eyes as her friend critiqued her wardrobe. She saw a good looking, dark haired man watching her with curious blue eyes. "You must be Doyle."
"At your service" he said, smiling slightly.
"Angel's making some calls." Willow said, explaining his absence.
"Probably taking a cold shower" Doyle muttered for Cordelia's ears only. She snorted, covering it up by coughing.
"Really? Well, then. We'll just leave him to it. How was the drive?" Cordelia asked, sitting on the sofa beside Doyle.
"Not that bad. I thought it would be longer. I was glad to get here though." Willow said smiling.
"It was lucky that Friday was a free day for you. You got to leave early" Cordelia mentioned.
"Yep. Don't have to be back until Sunday night. Of couse, Spike was pissed that I was spending the whole weekend." She laughed.
"Spike? Why would it concern him?" Angel asked from the doorway. His voice was nonchalant, but his eyes brimmed with jealousy.
"This weekend I was suppose to help him set up his new computer. He has this big idea of making his own webpage." She had to laugh at their shocked expressions. "I have no desire to know what he plans for it, but he mentioned something about writing down his memoirs. Oh, and something about his opinions of history."
"I hadn't realize you and he were so friendly?" Angel said quietly, sitting in the desk chair. He missed the smiles of Cordelia and Doyle at his tone of voice.
"You make it sound illicit" Willow said, looking at him curiously, "Spike is a nice guy. Well, when he isn't trying to kill me that is. He also seems to have some sort of fondness for my neck too...." "What?" Angel said, his hands clenching the side of the chair. "What has he been doing with your neck?"
Willow looked at Angel for a few moments. She almost would have sworn he sounded jealous. Of Spike? Why? She decided to play it out a bit and see if she was right, "What hasn't he been doing?"
"Willow...." Angel said softly, his tone warning.
She laughed, "Lighten up. Your childe has nothing you have to apologize for. A nibble here and there is all."
"I'll stake him" Angel said, visions of bleached blonde dust dancing before his eyes.
"Angel! You will not. He's one of my best friends. After you and Buffy, that is. No staking. I was just joking. He's tried to kill me like three times before the implant. That's what I meant." Willow said, wondering what Angel would care if she and Spike did get something going. Not that she would. She liked Spike and was even attracted to him, but he wasn't Angel. There was only vampire that had her heart. Of course, she couldn't tell Angel that half the time Spike listened to her talk about Angel and she listened to him talk about Dru. That was their little secret.
"Oh" Angel said, feeling foolish. He saw the smirks on Cordelia and Doyle's faces and knew that they had seen his true reason. Damn it, what was he doing? Why should it matter if Willow found love with his childe? He cared about Spike. Why then did the idea make his blood boil?
"Oh? Is that all you have to say?" Willow asked, wanting an answer.
"Hey, Willow. Why don't I take you out shopping? There are some great little shops not far from here." Cordelia intervened, sensing an outburst coming. She gave Angel a look that let him know he owed her one.
"Shopping?" Willow said, making a face. She could think of dozens of things she'd rather do her weekend in LA. Of course, most of those required Angel...naked Angel. She stood, needing some air. "Fine. Let's go. Maybe we can find something for me to wear tonight. Still going clubbing?"
"Of course. I even managed to talk Doyle into coming. He doesn't like dancing, so I was rather proud of myself." Cordelia said, grinning at her friend.
"Are you coming?" Willow turned, asking Angel.
"Yes" Angel said, knowing that he had told Delia and Doyle no before. They would definitely know something was up with him. What the hell was going between him and Willow?
"Good. See you tonight" Willow said, smiling slightly. She hadn't forgotten his reaction to Spike, but she knew not to push it. She felt a tremor of hope though. If he had been jealous, did that mean he might want her for himself?
**********
"I can't believe you" Cordelia said, staring at Willow.
"What?"
"You come to LA for the weekend. We plan to go dancing all night and you tell me you'd rather spend the time catching up? Puhleez, Wills. I need to go dancing. He never takes me dancing."
"Cor, you know me. Not very into that party scene. You can go if you want. Tell Doyle you are meeting me there so you can get him there. I'd rather stay in and spend time with Dennis than deal with loud, drunk, obnoxious people. I see that all the time at school."
Cordelia sighed loudly, stirring her soda. "No. No...I can't leave you alone. Besides, Dennis would drive you crazy wanting to play cards all night. And then you'd lose and be all crabby when I got back in the morning."
"Morning?" Willow said, arching her eyebrows.
"Morning." Cordelia said simply. "So, I'll forgo the dancing, but you owe me. Big."
"Thanks. I just don't really feel like going out tonight." Willow said, looking at the bags at her friends feet. "Do you always by this much?"
"Do you always buy that little?"
Willow laughed, "Point taken and received. So, what are we doing tonight then?"
Cordelia smiled slightly, "Hmm...How about a slumber party?"
"Really? Like in grade school? With pajamas and movies and girl talk?"
Cordelia leaned back, watching Willow's face, "I was thinking more along the lines of high school. With silk teddys, games and boys."
"What?" Willow choked on her cola.
"What?" Cordelia blinked innocently. "Relax Will. I was just seeing if you were paying attention. But, catching up right? We can't leave Angel out. Not dear, sweet, bestest friend to both, Angel. Wouldn't want to hurt the poor vamp's feelings. After all, he has enough to brood about."
"Let me get this right. You want us to spend the night at Angel's? Sitting around and talking and watching corny old movies? In our pajamas?"
"Great idea! Sounds like a plan. Cool. Doyle will like that much more than dancing." Cordelia said, not giving Willow time to protest. She had Doyle on her cell phone confirming a time with him. "He'll tell Angel we're camping out with him tonight."
"Clubs would be good" Willow said softly, her expression dazed. She was going to kill Cordelia. There was no way she could spend the night at Angel's place. Not after her instant reaction him to that afternoon. She was in hell. She had to be. They just called it L.A.
**********
Willow glared across the car at Cordelia. The girl had not only pounced on the idea of a sleep over, but she had gotten Angel and Doyle involved too. On top of that, she had sent Willow to the store for supplies while she had packed them both a bag with some clothes for the morning. At least Willow knew she had packed her pajamas. No flashed of skin that night. Not at all.
It was going to be horrible enough to sit there and not attack Angel, much less feel vulnerable if she was half dressed. She was going to kill Cordelia. Maybe she could find a nice spell that promised torment and evil thoughts. The girl was very lucky that she didn't have any books with her. Very lucky. Cordelia might make a nice toad.
"Quit it" Cordelia said, humming along with the radio.
"What?" Willow asked.
"Thinking evil thoughts. I can tell. I used to see you looking at me that way in high school. Don't deny it, Will. Come on, this is going to be fun. You're the one that didn't want to go out dancing." She reminded with a smile.
"Not a toad...maybe a nice pink pig" Willow muttered.
Cordelia laughed, "I know that I've gained some weight, but a pig? Please. Just don't make me a rat. We see how well you can reverse those."
Willow sputtered in outrage, "I didn't change Amy...that was her fault. Oh, hush!"
Cordelia just laughed. The redhead was in for a surprise. She had meant to push her friends together at the club, but when Willow had suggested staying in, she had loved the idea. There was no way Willow could avoid Angel in that small house. Sparks would fly and fires would ignite. She'd bet on it. "Almost there"
"Yippee" Willow replied, making a face.
*********
"Angel, stop." Doyle said, fighting a smile.
Angel looked at the couch and moved the pillow back where it had been before. "Shut up Doyle."
Doyle laughed, "The place is spotless. You know you're the most anal vampire in the world, so why are you worried?"
"I want Will...the girls to enjoy themselves. I don't want them to think the place is a mess." Angel said, cursing softly. He had almost said her name.
Doyle noticed the slip but chose to ignore it. "It's a sleep over, boss. Sleeping bags and movies, according to Delia. The place will be a mess soon enough."
"Whose idea was this anyway?" Angel asked, sitting down and sighing. He was stressing. How was he suppose to sleep in the same room with her without sinking deep into warmth...sending her over the edge....hearing her scream his name....
"Ahem" Doyle cleared his throat as he saw the lust flare in Angel's eyes. Delia was right. The redhead was good for their boss. He hadn't seen him this excited..well, ever. It was almost like he was going on a first date or something. Doyle chuckled, wondering what Cordelia had in store for the two innocent friends. "They're here. I heard the car."
Angel stood, "They are? Oh, I suppose we should help them with their stuff....or. Fuck." He sat down, running a hand through his hair. "Do I have a chance with her, Doyle?"
Doyle smiled softly, "Go for it boss. She's the one for you."
Angel nodded watching his partner go to the elevator. He knew the man had guessed his growing attraction to Willow. The half demon's words confirmed that. Go for it? He smiled slightly as he stood. He just might.
**********
Angel heard the elevator start downstairs. He froze in his pacing, worry going through him. He couldn't do this. It was Willow. She didn't think of him as anything but her best friend's ex boyfriend. Who was he kidding? She'd laugh in his face. He calmed his nerves and thought about their visit earlier. There were a few times he could have sworn he had sensed an attraction on her part. Maybe she did want him too.
He was over two hundred years old. Why was he acting like a teenager? He hadn't been this nervous since he was human and was courting Mary Alice from down the road. He shook his head slightly, clearing it. He could do this. He would sweep her off her feet. He nodded, smiling as he began to imagine the witty conversations he would have with her.
She wouldn't know what hit her. She'd fall in love with him if she wasn't already. Love. Again he paused in the pacing. Did he love her? Until that day, he hadn't considered her anything other than a friend. Had he? If he were truthful with himself, he'd have to admit that he might have a slight crush on her the year before. She'd done so much for him when he got from hell. Besides, she was so smart and cute as a button and her smile melted his heart and....he started to chuckle. Yeah, love might have entered his mind.
He was going to do it. He was going to woo her if it killed him. He didn't want regrets. He knew if he let her leave on Sunday without at least trying, he'd forever wonder what might have been between them. He could be charming. He knew he wasn't that bad to look at, or so they all told him. She could do far worse. He smiled. That was it. He'd win her before Sunday. She'd better watch out, because he was coming after her.
Angel turned to pace the other way, running into someone. He heard a soft squeal and watched as Willow fell to the floor. "Oh my god. Are you ok?" he asked, kneeling beside her.
"Didn't you hear me calling you?" she asked, irritation in her voice.
"Uh...no" he admitted, smiling sheepishly.
"Damn, Angel. Where were you? She's only been screaming your name for a minute" Cordelia said tactfully.
Angel stood, helping her to her feet. He tried to ignore the spark that spread through him as she touched his arm and hand. "I was thinking."
Willow rolled her eyes, her hand rubbing her butt where she had landed on the hard floor. "Next time, watch where you're going, ok?"
Angel nodded, his face closing up. Who was he kidding? She hated him. She couldn't remove her hand from his any faster without injuring something. She must really find his touch distasteful. He sighed as he went to help Doyle with the bags. He caught Doyle's eye and shook his head slowly, letting the demon know he wasn't going to be stupid and make a move. She hated him.
Goddess, I want him....Bad thoughts Willow. Quit looking at his ass. He's going to catch you. But it is such a fine ass....better than Spike's even. Goddess, he's bending over. I wonder if he has any idea how much that just raised my temperature. Is it hot in here? I hope he has air conditioning. Ooohh, or maybe he'll get hot too. Then he could take his shirt off....and it is too warm for pants...Argh. How am I suppose to do this? His touch alone made me wet. Who am I kidding? I disgust him. I mean, he looked at me like I was something on the bottom of his shoe. He hates me. Willow sighed, sitting on the sofa. Completely hopeless.
**********
Cordelia looked at Doyle, her stare pointed. He shifted in the chair, staring at the two silent people sitting opposite each other. The quiet in the room was bugging the hell out of him. He cleared his throat, "Delia, why don't we go pick up some chinese food."
"That sounds great" Cordelia said, standing. It was about time. She was fast getting to the point where she was tempted to hit them both over the head with something large and heavy. She had never met two more stupid people in her life. "We'll be right back."
"What? You're leaving?" Willow said, her voice desperate. She pleaded with her eyes for them to stay.
Cordelia laughed, "The place we're going is right around the corner. Not that far at all. I'll bring you a fortune cookie back. Ok?"
Angel frowned at the thought that Willow hated him so much she didn't even want to be alone with him. He stood, glaring at them, "You can take her with you, if you want."
Willow looked at his back, her face showing her hurt at his harsh words. She took a deep breath, "I'll stay. It won't take you long?"
"Be back before you know it" Cordelia said, moving to the lift. "You kids play nice. Why don't you get your jammies on, Will. We can veg out when I get back."
"Whatever" Willow said softly, still stinging from Angel's words.
Cordelia said goodbye as she and Doyle went upstairs. When the elevator stopped, she looked at him. "Ready?"
He laughed, "They'll kill us if this doesn't work."
"It'll work" she said as she went to the side door. She locked it from the outside making sure they couldn't get through it. She watched as Doyle unhooked several wires on the elevator. "You know what you're doing don't you?"
"You doubt me?" he said mockingly. Laughing, he nodded, "We can get back down Sunday morning when we come back, but they won't be able to get out. I also rigged the sewer escape."
Cordelia grinned, "Goodie. They're trapped together with that sizzling chemistry and the bag I packed for Wills until Sunday morning. What ever will they find to do?"
"Just pray that there isn't a fire. They'd burn to a crisp" Doyle said.
"Morbid much?" Cordelia said. "Doesn't matter. If there was an emergency, Angel could break this door if he really wanted to. He won't......he wants her. Now, he has her."
"They owe us, you know?" Doyle said, smiling as they walked outside. "I'm thinking a raise..."
"I'm thinking a nicer office...." Cordelia said, laughing as they went to her apartment. She wondered how long it would take them to realize they were trapped. Oh well, alls fair in love and friendship, she decided.
**********
Willow sighed as she heard Cordelia and Doyle disappear upstairs. She felt the tension and couldn't understand it. Angel had been quiet all night. It was strange because earlier that day he had been talkative and friendly. Now, he was treating her like he treated Xander. It was not a nice feeling and she was getting rather sick of it.
Angel heard her sigh and felt guilty at what he had said. He knew it wasn't her fault she didn't want him. She had no idea that it was taking all of his control not to pull her close and kiss her breathless. He still couldn't believe how blind he had been to her. She was so precious. He had missed it all these years. It took being away from her and seeing her again to make him realize what he had left behind. He looked at her, his eyes apolgetic. "They'll be back soon."
Willow was surprised to see the apology in his eyes. She frowned slightly, "Angel...what happened? You're being downright antisocial."
He laughed humorlessly, "I thought I was always antisocial."
"You're quiet...but never down right rude. Did I say something?"
"No...it isn't you. Just have a lot on my mind. Lots of thoughts..." he trailed off wondering he had sounded as stupid as he thought.
"Oh" she said simply, a smile on her face. He had almost babbled. It was cute when he seemed so flustered. He was always so in control usually. She pulled her overnight bag towards her. "Well, I guess I can get comfortable."
Angel stiffened as her words sent images flashing through his mind. He knew exactly how comfortable he'd like to make her. His bed was very comfortable....Groaning softly, he sat down before she noticed his hardening erection.
Willow opened the bag, her mouth falling open. She pulled out a sheet, looking into the remainder of the bag. "She's dead. I am going to kill her...."
"What happened?" Angel asked, curiousity on his handsome face.
"This isn't what I packed. She repacked everything" Willow said, pulling out a lace teddy. She turned red as she fingered the black lace. "This isn't mine."
Angel's cock sprang up as he saw the lacy garment. He shifted in the chair, his body tense with desire. "Is that all?"
"No" Willow said, pulling out more lace underwear. "She must have spent a fortune at Victoria Secret. But, that's all that's here. No normal clothes. And why would she pack several negligees and gowns? It's just one night." She spoke quickly, not wanting him to notice her flushed face. Cordelia would be lucky if she turned her into a rat. Right now, a snake was looking good.
"Damn" Angel said suddenly. He stood, moving to the elevator. Hitting the down button, he heard nothing. Putting his head against the iron cage, he said softly, "They got us....we've been set up."
"What?" Willow said, pushing the lacey garments back into the bag.
Angel looked at her, worry tempered with amusement in his eyes, "Better get settled Willow. It seems we're trapped."
Willow couldn't control the rush of anticipation that went through her at his softly spoken words. She licked her lips, visions of things they should be doing running through her mind. "Trapped?"
"No way out...." Angel's voice dipped seductively, "What shall we do?"
"Huh?" Willow said softly, her face flushing at his suggestive tone. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face.
Angel moved closer, his eyes raking over her. He put one hand on either side of her, his face close to hers. "What shall we do, Red?"
Willow gulped, looking into his eyes. She suddenly frowned, pushing him away. "You rat! That is not funny!"
Angel started to laugh, the husky sound sending shivers down her spine. "I wish I'd had a camera...your face..."
"Shut up" Willow said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Where was your mind Willow?" he taunted, trying to forget the arousal her expression had caused. He knew she must be worried about being trapped with him. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her, just a bit.
"Angel, I'm warning you. Shut Up" Willow said again, cursing at the whinyness in her voice. She almost sounded as bad as Buffy sometimes did.
"What are you going to do, little girl? Glare me to death?" he said, laughing.
"Fuck this" she said quietly. She moved quickly, catching him off balance. Startled, he fell to the floor. She began to tickle him, remembering him saying he was ticklish during one of their long talks.
"Will...stop..." Angel said, laughing and pushing at her.
"Take it back" she demanded, straddling him and tickling harder.
Angel caught her eye and froze. He became aware of how intimate the situation truly was. Acting on impulse, he moved his hands to her legs. He felt his cock hardening, knowing if she stopped long enough she'd have to feel it. He flipped them over, catching her by surprise.
"Angel!" Willow cried out, feeling the hard floor behind her. She looked up in to his eyes, her laughter dying as she saw the blatant lust in their brown depths. She licked her lips, her breathing quickening. She couldn't look away as he lowered his head. She moved forward slightly, meeting his lips.
Willow felt his lips brush hers ever so gently. He was cool but not as cold as she would have imagined. She assumed her body heat was making him warmer. She whimpered slightly when he didn't deepen the kiss. He again brushed his lips against hers, pressing more firmly against her.
Angel felt as though he were on fire. He wanted nothing more than to take her there on the floor. He heard her whimper and felt a rush of pride go through him. He had caused that. She wanted him. He bent down intending to deepen the kiss. Before he could do so, the phone rang.
Willow felt him pull back as he looked toward the phone. She was relieved to see the same confused yet aroused look on his face as she was sure was on hers. Damn stupid phone. Saved by the bell, what a joke. She wished the silly thing would shut up. She didn't want him to let her go.
Angel sighed softly as he stood. He moved to the phone, picking it up on the tenth ring. "What?"
"Someone is touchy."
Angel closed his eyes, groaning, "Delia. Where the hell are you?"
"I'm home. Enjoying a nice bubble bath. Doyle says hi. How are things in the pit of debauchery? Is there any debauchery yet?" She asked, her voice hopeful.
"I'm going to kill you. You know that, right?"
Cordelia laughed, "Have to wait in line. Willow already threatened to turn me into a rat."
"Good. I can kill animals without guilt" Angel said dryly.
"Give it up. You know that you are thrilled with this latest development. Probably pissed that you didn't think of it first. So, sit back and enjoy it. You don't even have to accept responsibility. You just get to enjoy the reward."
Angel thought a moment, "I'm getting really scared."
"What? Is everything ok?" Cordelia asked, her voice slightly paniced.
"You actually made sense." Angel said. Hearing her outraged sputter, he chuckled, "I owe you one, Delia. So, when do we get out?"
"Just for that, I should leave you down there forever. BUT, since I like Willow, plan on breaking loose Sunday morning. Is that enough time to seduce the innocent maiden and thoroughly corrupt her?"
"We'll see" Angel said cryptically. He knew Willow was listening to him and had no intention of giving her a warning to his plans. By Sunday morning, she would be his and he would be hers. He knew that just by the small kiss that had almost shared.
'YES' Corelia squealed. "He's going for it. About damn time."
"Good night, Delia." Angel said dryly, hanging the phone up. He turned to look at Willow, who was watching him closely. "It's just us until Sunday."
"Two days?" she said, her eyes widening. She looked around nervously, not sure how to act after their almost kiss.
"So, you like poker?" Angel asked, taking a seat. This was going to be a good seduction, he decided. Not some quick hurried mating on the floor. Willow deserved much more. He was just the man to give it to her.
"Poker is good" Willow said softly. She couldn't mistake the desire in his eyes. For her. For some reason, he was backing off. He did want her though. That knowledge gave her confidence a boost. He was playing a game, she decided. Well, that was fine. She liked games. She usually won.
**********
Willow bit back a groan. He was playing cards. Seriously and truly getting involved in winning the damn game. Not an hour before, she was laying ready and willing to accept him as her first lover. Now, he was playing cards. She would never understand men. She glared at him as he studied the cards in his hand.
She had thought for sure that he was going to seduce her. Hell, she'd felt his erection against her leg. It must have been some sort of reaction to the tickling or something. He sure didn't appear to want her. He hadn't even looked at her for ten minutes at least. She didn't like this. She watched as he put down another card. Fine. She put hers down immediately, ready to sit for another ten minutes before he made his next play.
She smiled slowly. He thought he could ignore her after that searing kiss and she would just be fine with it. Well, he had another thing coming. She began to unbutton the buttons on her shirt. She made sure to move slowly and deliberately. She ignored him when he glanced up at her.
"Willow...wh...what...are you doing?" Angel asked, his eyes watching the movement of her fingers. He gulped, his pants suddenly getting tighter.
"I'm hot. Hope you don't mind?" she said, her eyes wide and innocent. She caught his stare as she finished with the last button. She slipped the shirt from her shoulders, her breathing becoming slightly erratic. Her small, but in her mind adequate, breasts strained against the white cotton holding them in place. She watched with female satisfaction as his eyes darkened. "You're move, Angel."
Angel looked up at her words. Seeing the awareness in her eyes, he smiled slowly. "You're right. It is rather warm in here."
Willow's breath caught as he pulled his sweater over his head. She knew she was staring, but she couldn't rip her gaze away. He was gorgeous. She suddenly knew what they meant by breath taking. She let eyes wander over the light scattering of hair above his pants. She itched to trace the path into his pants, down father. She heard him chuckle as he placed his card on the table.
"You're move, Willow. Or do you fold?" he asked innocently for her surrender, his eyes blazing a trail of heat over her body.
Willow laughed, the sound husky with her arousal, "Not that easy, old man. I'm in it to win. Besides, I plan to beat the pants off of you."
A smile crossed Angel's lips at her words. He watched as she began to look at her cards. She knew his eyes were on her finally. He had tried to ignore it all evening. But, he couldn't anymore. He wanted her. She wanted him. Consequences be damned. He would seduce the little witch. He hardened as she licked her lips, her teeth drawing the bottom one into her mouth as she studied her cards. He had a sudden vision of her mouth on him, her teeth drawing his lip into her mouth. He counted to ten, calming himself down.
"There" Willow said, laying her card down. "You're turn."
Angel studied the cards in his hand then looked at her. Her eyes were shining with arousal, her face flushed with desire and anticipation. He knew then that she was more than ready for him. It would take no seducing. Not that night at least. The entire evening had been a seduction in a way. He put a card down, not noticing what it was.
"Take it, Willow. You're move" he said, his voice low and his eyes watching her.
Willow smiled slightly. It was going to happen. It was actually going to happen. She and Angel were going to make love. That night. After four years of her fantasizing about it, it was going to be real. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but fought that urge. If it was another dream, she didn't want to wake up. She put a card down, her eyes on his. She cocked her head to the side, a smile crossing her lips as she let him know it was his move.
Angel looked at the cards. He suddenly knew what to do. He was ready. She was ready. Why put off the inevitable any longer? They had been doing that for years, if he thought back. He laid his cards on the table, his eyes on hers as they widened slightly. He stood, a sensual smile crossing his lips as he unzipped his pants and began to slide them down. He heard her slight gasp as his hard erection came into view. Looking up, he blinked at her innocently as he said, "You said something about beating the pants off of me, Red....well, they're off. What now?"
"Uh...um..." Willow sputtered, her eyes wide. She knew she must resemble a gold fish, the way her mouth hung open like that. She saw him smirk at her and drew her courage, "I can think of several things."
"I'm sure you can, little girl" he said smoothly, trying to hide his amusement at her expression. It wouldn't do to get Willow upset. Not at this moment in time.
Willow moved to kneel in front of him. "Can I touch it?" she asked, her voice husky.
"Yes" Angel said, his own voice strangled. She wanted to touch him. He hadn't missed the curious look in her eyes. Good lord. What had he done? He knew research mode. He groaned as he felt a warm hand touch his cock. She giggled and he hardened even more.
"You're cold" she said softly, seeing the milky substance at the tip of him. She ran her finger over it, taking it into her mouth. She was surprised that he taste good. A bit salty but not bad. She watched as he hardened even more. In her mind, she wondered how anyone could possibly take that much into them, but she knew it was possible. Hell, Buffy had fucked him. He was large though. She ran her hand over his length, taking pride when he groaned again. She was turning him on. She looked up at him, her eyes mischievious. "I want to taste you."
"God yes" he hissed, trying to remain composed. He suddenly knew what it was like to be studied and learned. He liked it. He was glad she had chosen him as the one to teach her. Not that blonde childe of his. Spike would ruin her. She deserved so much better. He, himself, wasn't good enough for her. But, he was going to be selfish. He wanted her and planned to have her.
Willow took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his length. She had heard and read a lot about oral sex, so she had a good idea what to do. If she judged herself based on his moans, she was going just fine. She felt his hands on her head, brushing her hair with his fingers as he began to thrust against her mouth. She smiled slightly, pleased she was causing such a reaction. She felt him stiffen and soon cold seed was spilling into her waiting mouth. She swallowed some, but there was so much that some of it dripped onto her chin. She licked it off, enjoying his taste.
Angel knelt down and kissed her suddenly, his tongue tasting himself. He stood, pulling her into his arms. He moved to his bedroom, his mouth not leaving hers. He tossed her gently to the bed, taking in her tangled hair and swollen lips...the desire in her eyes...her heaving breasts. "I want to taste you" he said echoing her early words. He smiled predatorally as he began to move gracefully up the bed, his eyes burning into hers. She nodded her consent as she watched him move, her body tense with anticipation.
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"Oh goddess" Willow hissed, her hands tightening their grip around the bed sheets. She closed her eyes as a low moan came from her mouth.
Angel smiled, letting his tongue playfully brush against her clit. He had been tasting her for over an hour. He loved hearing her...the noises she made...the sounds her body made during the height of passion. She was his. He moved his face up her body, brushing his lips over her sweat soaked skin. He found her nipple, taking the hard nub into his mouth.
Willow arched against him, needing to feel his body. He was torturing her. The damn stupid vampire. His love of games was driving her insane. She felt his teeth scrape her nipple and her eyes flew open. She looked down into his amused brown eyes.
"Just wanted to see if you were still with me" he said, laughing huskily.
"You don't play fair" she said, her voice breathless. She licked her lips, her eyes focused on his mouth. She could see her juices covering his face and was thankful that he didn't have to breathe. He had brought her three orgasms with his mouth and hands. She wanted to feel him inside her.
"I play to win" he said, his eyes burning into hers. He moved quickly, claiming her lips before she could respond. He felt his desire stirring as his body melted against hers. His hands drifted down, finding her soaked clit. He rubbed it with his thumb, capturing her gasp with his mouth. He slid a finger inside her, adding one then another. She was so wet. He knew it was time. Pulling back, he saw her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe. "Are you sure?"
Willow almost didn't hear his softly spoken words. She was feeling the tremors his touch was causing. She opened her eyes and looked at him curiously. His eyes were concerned. Did he really think she'd say no? She brought a hand up, brushing away a lock of dark hair. "I'm sure. Make love to me, Angel?"
Angel smiled as he heard her hesitant question. He kissed her again, moving his hand up to cup her breast. He gently caressed her as he moved between her thighs. It was time.
Willow felt his cock rub against her wet passage. She spread her legs for him, wondering fleetingly if he would manage to fit inside her. She quickly lost any reasonable thought process as his cock began to slowly enter her. She whimpered as he stretched her, his tongue still in her mouth.
Angel went slowly, knowing it was her first time. He again said thanks to the powers that be who had given him a permanent soul months before. He had never felt this way before. Even with Buffy it hadn't felt so right. He sunk into her, hearing her gasp of pain as he broke through her virgin barrier. The soft scent of blood assaulted him and he fought his demon for control. He laid over her, kissing her gently as he paused giving her time to adjust to his size.
Willow felt a moment of apprehension at the pain. Soon, though, due to Angel's soft caresses, the pain was replaced by a stirring pleasure between her legs. She moved against him, giving him the hint. He chuckled at her eagerness as he began to move inside her.
Angel had never felt anything so tight. He was on fire. She was so warm. He moved slowly at first before speeding up. She was meeting his thrusts as their tongues battled each other. He felt her legs go around his waist, allowing her to push against him. He felt his cock tighten as her muscles clenched around him. He moved his head from her mouth, his face changing as his moment of release neared.
Willow saw his face change. Instead of fear, she felt acceptance. She ran her hand over the ridges of his forehead, seeing him look at her in surprise. She smiled softly, her love for him in her eyes. She entwined her fingers in his thick hair and brought his face down to her breast. "Make me yours" she said softly.
Angel moved faster, his teeth scraping against the pale flesh of her breast. He heard her cry out as she came, her cunt tightening even more. He sunk deep, his fangs going into her skin. His cock pulsed as his cum spilled into her. He withdrew his mouth, seeing the bite. He licked the drops of stray blood, his face going back to normal. "Love you."
Willow heard his words and smiled. Didn't all men say that after sex? Nice to know some things didn't change even after one was dead. She brushed her fingers through his hair, "I love you my Angel."
Angel smiled against her breast, laying his head on her chest. He closed his eyes as her gentle caress drew him into a quiet sleep. Willow laid her head against the pillow, the events of the evening having exhausted her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, Angel still buried deep inside her.
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Cordelia looked at the couple on the sofa and smile triumphantly. It had been three months since she and Doyle had taken matters into their own hands. Willow came to visit every weekend, though she still went to school in Sunnydale. She balked anytime Angel suggested her moving to L.A. Cordelia knew that Willow was still rather insecure about the whole relationship with Angel and didn't want to commit to a future with the vampire. Damn silly girl.
"That's a good movie" Willow said as the credits began to roll. She nuzzled closer to Angel, her head on his chest. His hand continued to massage her back as they waited for the next program.
"How's Sunnydale?" Angel asked, his voice uncertain. He loved Willow dearly, but she still refused to see it. He enjoyed their weekends together, but he wanted her with him all the time, not just an occasional weekend.
"It's fine. Buffy says hello." Willow said softly. "She also says congratulations and that if you hurt me, you'll be formally introduced to Mr Pointy."
"You told her?" Angel said, looking down at her. He saw Cordelia's surprised face as she and Doyle listened.
"Had to" Willow said simply.
"I thought you didn't want her to know" Angel said, remembering the hurt he had felt that Sunday as she had gotten ready to leave after their first time together when she had told him that.
"Well, it was sort of necessary. She asked why I was transferring to UCLA and I couldn't lie...not to Buffy. So, I told her that I fell in love with a stubborn, handsome, anti social vampire. Of course, based on that description, she knew immediately I was talking about you."
"Hold up! You're moving here?" Cordelia said, her face happy at the news. It would be great to have another girl around, especially her only close friend.
"Can't stay away" Willow said, looking up at Angel. She smiled, "I need a place to live....."
"You're exactly where you belong" he said, tightening his hold on her. "In my arms...in my life.....Are you sure, Willow?"
She smiled, "I'm sure. Love me, Angel."
He kissed her gently, "Forever, Willow. Forever." He whispered against her mouth before deepening the kiss.
Cordelia leaned against Doyle. Cordelia smiled at Doyle, "I told you it would work. They belong together. I'm alwa..." Doyle kissed her before she could gloat anymore about how right she was.
THE END