SPRING FLING (10/?)
Willow looked down and smiled a soft smile, her eyes running over the
green
dress before looking up and catching her reflection in the mirror.
She had to
admit that she looked rather pretty. Her hair was down, curled with
the help
of Cordelia and her magic curling iron. A light dusting of make up
was all
that she wore, a bit of blush and some lip stick. She had refused to
let
Buffy paint her with more than that. The dress fit like it was made
for her,
the silk molding curves that she hadn't even been aware of. She was,
however,
thankful for the lace cover up. It kept her modesty while the silk
made her
feel sexy.
She picked up her purse and left her room, walking down the stairs to
wait
for Angel. It was finally the night of the Spring Fling. The first
dance that
she would be attending with a date. Actually, her first date with Angel.
She
still got giddy thinking about it. Angel had wanted to be her date.
Her arm
was starting to bruise from all the pinching she had done the last
couple of
days. Even now, it didn't seem real. Her and Angel. A slow smile spread
across her face as she sat down, her bottom lip drawn into her mouth
as she
looked at her stockings. She glanced at the back, making sure that
the seams
were in line. Instead of traditional pantyhose, she had decided on
black
stockings and a garter belt. Her face turned pink as she remembered
how scary
it had been going into the lingerie store and buying those particular
items.
It had been as if she had Wanton Hussy emblazoned on her forehead.
Now,
though, she was glad that she had taken the chance. She felt sexy.
She heard the doorbell and jumped up, easing her hand down her dress
as she
calmed her nerves. No use in seeming too eager. Angel would probably
find it
amusing. Amusing was good, but she was hoping for desirable and a can't
keep
his hands off of her attitude. Goddess, she was really going to attempt
to
seduce Angel. She moved to the door, peering out through the curtains
as her
eyes widened and she gasped. Her looked wonderful. Black trousers that
were
just tight enough to draw her attention but loose enough to keep her
guessing. A blood red silk shirt covered his muscular chest. His leather
jacket completed the informal but sophisticated look. Only Angel could
make a
silk shirt and pants look formal.
She opened the door slowly, watching with female satisfaction as his
eyes
widened and a slow, sensual smile crossed his handsome face. He was
pleased.
She watched as he raised his hand, running his fingers along a strand
of red
hair and watching as his finger moved along the curl. She felt as if
her
heart was in her throat, her eyes watching his and time stood still.
Without
saying a word, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Her
mouth
opened, his hand moved behind her neck and held her as his kiss became
more
demanding. She whimpered as she moved against him, needing more, wanting
more. His tongue swept into her mouth, reminding her of his possession
of
her, body and soul. When he pulled back, she took the opportunity to
breathe
in several gasps of air.
"Beautiful," he said simply, his eyes looking over her face and down
her
body. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the
peaches in
her shampoo and the vanilla of her lotion. An intoxicating scent that
taunted
him with ideas of forgetting the dance and staying inside her. He shook
his
head softly, a sheepish smile crossing his face as he caught her staring
at
him.
"Thanks," she whispered, her eyes smiling as she moved back into her
living
room. She picked up her purse, not sure if she needed a jacket or not.
She
knew it was warm now but by midnight it would be getting cooler. She
smiled
as an image of Angel keeping her warm went through her mind. She turned
back
to him, deciding that she could do without a jacket that night. After
all,
she had her Angel.
"Ready?" he asked, counting slowly to ten several times especially when
he
saw the black seams of her stockings. Dance, dance, dance, he kept
reminding
himself. That mantra was the only thing that kept him from taking her
upstairs and showing her exactly how ready he truly was.
She smiled, smiling shyly as she took his hand. First the dance, then
she
would see if she could gather the courage to actually seduce Angel.
She
squeezed his hand and said, "Yes, I'm ready."