helping in part to heat their bodies. He smiled as he took a peek at Willow’s pink flesh,
owing it partly because of the water, the other part for lying naked in a tub with water on
top of him.
After a fitful one hour sleep, Angel had run a bath for her in the enormous Jacuzzi
in the master bath. He had placed just the right amont of oils that soothed her body.
Though she and Angel had just consummated their marriage, she was still bashful. She
looked on as he gingerly moved the sponge over her breasts, making her nipples harden
immediately. His eyes seemed to take in each inch of her body as his hands moved the
sponge over her wet body.
Angel reveled in the smell of her excitement, nervousness, and arousal tantalizing
the air around him. He enjoyed seeing just how she flushed and body sparkled.
They laid content, slowly turning into prunes until Willow’s curiously got the best
of her.
“Angel?”
“Hmm?”
“Who was your first?” she asked, having had a thought she could not dismiss.
“You should know, Willow,” he replied, hading hoped she would have preferred
waiting until later for the questioning.
“Me? How would I....”
“Because it was you.”
Willow looked up, seeing the seriousness in his response.
“Rose.”
“Then you know?” she asked a bit frightened, a bit surprised.
“I know there’s something so much more between us. The love I have for you is
something I’d only felt once, once that scared me, but now embrace.”
Willow laid her head back down on his shoulder as small hands wrapped
themselves tightly against him.
“I died the night he took me,” she began her story.
“So did I,” he replied as his traveled back two and a half centuries.
“The night we sailed off, I refused him. I would not let him have me. You were the
only one who I wanted to share my heart, my body, my mind. I snuck off and walked into
the deck. I missed you so much. I knew I’d never be able to make it without you..... I
threw myself to the ocean, holding your ring,” she revealed as tears began to fall.
Angel closed his eyes and tears filled his own. He had never known... for he
himself had gone to die.
“I was too late when I made it to port. You had sailed. I saw the ship disappear. I
went mad. I didn’t know what to do. The only thought I had was to drown out my
sorrow. I headed to the pubs and drank all I could, hoping to kill the hurt.... but it was
more to kill myself. Some friend found me and we argued. I left, walking as I would down
the street. I saw you everywhere. Every corner, every person was you. I headed to another
pub. But I found Darla first, but I didn’t see her, I saw your face. I was turned.”
Willow turned in the bath, her arms encircling him, wanting to keep him as close to
her as possible. Dear God, she could remember the pain as closely as yesterday.
“But we’re together now,” she whispered to him.
“I love you,” he said urgently as his lips sought hers. “And I don’t intend on letting
you go.”
“Neither do I.”
Angel sat up, pulling her closer to him as their mouths devoured each others. He
stood up carefully, taking her with him and lifted up her into his arms as the water
splashed around them. He moved into the bedroom, not caring about their wetness as he
laid her down on the bed, covering her body with his immediately.
They spent the entire night making love, long past the dawn, melting into each
other over and over again.
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