TEEN ANGEL (7/?)
Willow couldn't believe she was sitting at a table in the Bronze
being kissed
by Angel. And not just kissed. Completely, passionately, meltingly
kissed.
She felt his hand on her face, his fingers brushing against her
skin as the
kiss deepened. She moved closer to him, feeling his strong thighs
brush
against her as she practically slid into his lap. She never wanted
the kiss
to end, knowing if it did there was a chance this was just yet
another dream.
Angel was drowning in the taste of her. He hadn't tasted anything
as
intoxicating for as long as he could remember. She moved forward
against him
and he felt her warmth come closer. He deepened the kiss, pulling
her against
his chest. This was so much better than any of the dreams. This
was real. And
he didn't intend on letting it go. He heard her heart beating against
his
chest, reminding him that she had to breathe. He pulled away, running
a hand
through his hair as he looked at her swollen lips. He felt a rush
of pleasure
as he realized that he had caused them.
"Uh" Willow stuttered "What was that?"
"If you have to ask that, you're more innocent than I thought" he
said,
slightly amused.
Willow glared at him, "You know what I meant. What happened?"
"The inevitable" he said simply, brushing a strand of her red hair
from her
face.
"But...you don't want to kiss me" she said softly, her pulse racing
at the
touch of his fingers. "You've never wanted to before."
Angel laughed softly, "Shows what you know, sweets. I've wanted
to for quite
a long time."
"You hid it well" she said quietly.
"I had to" he said.
"Why?" she asked, moving her face towards his hand.
"No more questions" Angel said, watching her chew on her bottom
lip. How was
he supposed to tell her that his feelings for her scared him? He
moved his
head forward taking her lip into his mouth. He chewed it delicately
before
running his tongue over it. He slid his tongue into her mouth,
claiming any
further questions she was going to ask.
Katie moved from the table, leaving them in peace. She went to the
dance
floor, keeping an eye on them while she began to dance. She was
happy that
they had found each other and that she was responsible for them
finally
getting past the block that had kept them apart. She had done well,
she
thought, listening to the music. She grimaced wondering how people
could
really dance to this mess. They definitely didn't know good music.
But, it
was something. She began to move again, smiling as Willow moved
onto Angel's
lap, their lips still locked as hands began to run through hair.