Author: Octa and Jane

Email: chifla21@ameritech.net

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The consequences of a ball.

Spoilers: None

Status: Part 1 of 1 

Distribution: Nocturne; Aria; If you would like it, let me know. 

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Disclaimer:I do not own any characters related to 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer,' that honor goes to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. 

Authors Notes: Might become a series, not sure yet. Dedicated to each person who never gave up on us. Thank you J, especially our NocturneAria list ::::wave::::::::

He was bored. Very bored. 

The spacious Victorian salon was filled to capacity, the smell of cigars and brandy clung to the air as meetings were set up, propositions offered and other less interesting business was placed forth. 

He truly tried to listen to the gentleman around him, but it did no good. The walls seemed to be to be slowly caving in around him, making him pull on his collar slightly. He could barely control from rolling his eyes as yet another Watcher brought a comment to their discussion. This might never end, he thought in dread. 

He nodded once more, following suit as he mimicked what the other men and women did at a certain point in the conversation. He kept his face passive, but at the same time with an interested look in his eye to who ever spoke, with a simple “Interesting” when asked for his opinion.

His eyes kept straying to the cherry oak grandfather clock, hoping time would move much faster then it was currently going, forever for a minute to turn. He asked himself for the umpteen time why he had accepted the invitation to attend their annual ball, but then he remembered he was now one of them, making such events mandatory. That and his presence would imprint upon the Council assurance that the restructuring of the organization was necessary and was being accomplished, such important improvements as placing a vampire with a soul in such high rankings. 

But even such rational thinking on his part did nothing to eleviate the current state of boredom he was in. He excused himself for a moment, taking the opportunity to get some much-needed refreshment. Hell, a brandy could perhaps hit the spot. 

He looked about, smiling at the lingering stares he’d catch from fellow female watchers, and if he was correct from two men. He, however, made it quite clear he was in not interested by any means in them. He again was cornered half an hour later by the fireplace with three more theories as well as a suggestion, which he tried to listen carefully too, or at least look half-interested in. 

And it was during one of those suggestions that all his good intentions went to hell. It was in mid sentence that he caught sight of her entering the great hall. She seemed to hesitate entering, as if unsure she should be there. He tried to recover, stumbling over his answer to a comment, trying to appear as if the appearance of the nymph had caused him no affect. As if her beauty was found in a million women, trying to appear disinterested. By the time he looked back up, she was gone, leaving him silently perplexed. 

He excused himself, his eyes searching for her, seeking her out in the large crowd. He tried to remain hidden, uninterested as he could possible look, as he found her speaking to three other females, who seemed to be complimenting her on her attire. As for him, he took quite the liberty in looking, as best he could of course, making sure to remain interested in the time than the people. 

He could hear her speak faintly, a nightingale’s voice reaching his ears. She seemed to stutter slightly in her first few responses, but it took only three answers to make her speak confidently making him smile. Compliments seemed to be taken with ease, problems brought forth were acknowledged but placed aside, and small talk came much easier to her it seemed as the night went on. 

He couldn’t help but feel slightly bothered by the way other men where looking at the striking redhead. But then again wasn’t he? At least he was being discreet, or so he hoped. People became oblivious to him, disappearing into the background as he moved about the room, trailing her slightly.

The red dress hugged each vivacious curve, hugging her entire body in red satin. Her milky white shoulders bare for him to admire as the bodice showed a tint of perky breasts. Lucious red lips hypnotized his mind, as his eyes strayed to the flawless slope of her neck.He followed a strand of curling red hair; again moving up her face to see rosy cheeks set off by deep emerald eyes, which were currently starring at him.

Knowing he had been caught, he smiled and moved among the crowd, disappearing to the far end of the room where he could admire her slightly more. 

Men and women alike flocked to her. She looked slightly timid, but as the night wore on, she seemed to gain the confidence to speak to any who approached. There were times during the night where he’d catch her eye, giving her a rare smile, loving the way she looked flustered by it. Her cheeks seemed to turn a light shade of red, followed by a slight smile on her part. 

The large red Victorian hall was at it’s fullest by the middle of the night, seeming if possible, all Boston Watchers, and some visiting, had attended.

It wasn’t long before the drawing room was opened to the party, music littering the air around them. The gathering split up, more than half moving into the new room.He continued to mingle, entering conversations a bit more vigorously, a bit more enthused, but with his eyes still on the stunning beauty. 

Deeper into the night, he began to notice those deep green eyes on him, making him grin far more often as well as forget how to speak. 

A steady group of tweed clad men offered their hands to her, in hopes of having a dance, but she seemed to decline them softly, giving no man an opportunity to hold her.It was until the song that described her best that began where he finally gave in to the urge to touch her. 

He used no words, not thinking they were needed. Without giving her time to acknowledge him, he appeared by her side, his fingers slowly making a trail down the back of her arm, her hand coming to rest in his. She turned to look at him surprised, but not refusing as he softly pulled her into the drawing room, and onto the small dance floor. 

His arm encircled an unbelievable small waist, his hand coming to rest just above the rounded curve of her back as his other arm took hold of her arm, his large fingers entwining with hers. They remained staring at each other, refusing to look at any place else other then their eyes. 

She rested her head on his shoulder, Angel taking the opportunity to nuzzle her hair, the wonderful scent as gardenia mixed with everything that was completely her own. Even the demon that lay dormant inside him seemed to take pleasure in her smell, her touch.

They swayed to the music, stares directed their way, wondering what it was about them, which brought the most attention, the dashing vampire or the striking witch. It was as if they created their own magick as they danced, forms fitting perfectly against each other, measuring up each curve to each hollow. 

His lips were so close to her ear that Willow could not help but tremble slightly. His cool breath as he spoke sent tingles down her back. And what he said almost made her swoon. 

“I need to make love to you.”

Her simple response was a slight nod of her head, unsure she could even make words. He slowly let her out of his arms, their fingers still entwined as he led her off the dance floor, through the mass of people, disappearing out into the parlor, where only few lingered in the front of the house. He quickened his space slightly, moving up the sloping hard wood staircase, the red carpeting covering the center making each step soundless. The hallway was lightly dimmed, flowers placed about with a golden crested mirror hanging above mahogany wall tables. She followed him without question or sound until the end of the hall, a small shiver enfusing her body as he unlocked the door to his room. 

Her breathing had picked up, the beat of her heart accelerating as he waited for her to enter the fire lit room. The small embers were slowly dieing but they still gave a slight glow to the room. She stepped onto the cream deep carpeting, looking about the room, making out the heavy shadows on the walls. She swallowed hard as her eyes fell on the large sleigh bed the made her heart pound. Her mouth went dry as she turned her head slightly when she heard the door close and a lock following. His presence in back of her was dizzying. His fingertips began to float against her arms, trailing up, never giving the satisfaction of a full touch. Goosebumps appeared in their wake as his arms finally griped her shoulders softly, his thumbs teasing her skin. 

Then she pressed against him, flushed against him as her breath caught in her throat, as she felt his reaction to her closeness. His fingertips disappeared from her arms, moving slowly back to the zipper of her dress. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as deft fingers unzipped the biding dress. Nor the groan that followed as the dress was harshly pulled down, pooling at her feet, exposing her to the room. 

And then those hands, those wonderfully skillful hands were everywhere, caressing her thighs, feeling her toned stomach, cupping her satin covered breasts so tightly they spilled from the red cups. And his mouth, it whispered hungry words, words no longer foreign to her ears. His nose and lips were in her hair, murmuring such devilish words that made her blush lightly, making him chuckle. 

But the witch could no longer take it. Being felt, but not able to touch him. She squirmed in his arms, making him growl as she maneuvered her body around, face to face with the dark angel. 

Hunger, desire and lust filled the room as lips and arms sought each other, clinging to each other greedily. Their mouths opened wider and the kisses became deeper, lips sealed together. His jacket slipped off his shoulders quickly as her hands pushed it down, away from him, until it hung from his arm and her hands were sliding beneath the shirt, between the buttons, to settle achingly on his smooth-muscled chest.

His large hands cupped the smooth curve of her satin-covered ass and kneaded it gently, lifting her slightly, pressing her pelvis to his, letting her feel him. Willow pulled away, taking air into her deprived lungs, while he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the large queen size bed and laying her down before she could recover. 

He undressed with no fanfare, keeping his eyes on hers, as he quickly removed his shirt and pants, following her face when hers dropped to look at him, catching them again when they rose back to his face, the lust far more powerful then before. 

With a soft groan Angel laid on the bed, pushing her down beside him, pulling her close and fitting her to him, his mouth on hers, his hands behind her to unfasten the bra and let her flesh spill out. And then, his hands and lips were about her, feasting at the uncovered silky skin, making the petite redhead moan his name. 

“Angel…. Mmmmm.. Angel….”

As his fingers reached her panties, his lips lingered by her ear, nipping the lope. 

“I’ve been aching for you since you walked in.”

His fingers twisted against the elastic strings of her bikini bottom, ripping them effortlessly from her body, leaving her gloriously nude on his bed, smiling as she yelped, her chest rising and falling rapidly, expressing the same hunger he carried for her in her eyes. 

“Have you any idea how much I’ve hurt for you?” he replied angrily as he took her lips, kissing her breathlessly as they rolled in the bed, rubbing themselves shamelessly against each other.

“Why didn’t… you come… for me sooner?” she managed to ask between breath-taking kisses. 

“Because it was exquisite torture…… and now it’ll be unbelievable pleasure,” he hissed as he entered her fully in one quick, deep, hard thrust.

Willow arched her back, uncontrolled by the sensational feel of his long thick, swollen flesh inside her. He was driving her mad, she knew it. Driving her to the brink and back. But she too knew how to have him join her in the madness. 

Angel’s head shot back, his eyes rolling back as he felt her wet warmness close about him even more, tighter then anything he could ever imagine. Then she was lunging forward, grabbing him with all her force, feeling her pressed against him as she

gasped for breath, her body hot and slick on him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers as he slid his arms up her back, cupping his hands over her shoulders and moving her with him. He buried his head in her neck

where it met her shoulder and moaned loudly, deeply, the sound reverberating in her bones as he moved faster, words spilling out as he took her hungrily.

“Willow… dear God… yes…. Willow…”

And then they were there, on that edge, then falling into the abyss, his fangs biting down on thesweaty slope of her neck. Their arms bands of iron holding each other, shaking with intensity, trying to crawl inside each other, become a part of each, melting together. 

Unable to control their position, they fell back onto the rumbled bed, Angel slipping out her, his exhausted body next to her. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her along side him, his head lying on her shoulder. Exhausted, the couple lay still, Willow’s hand drawing small circles on the heavy arm across her waist. 

It was Angel who first opened his eyes savoring the look of pure contentment on her face.

Willow could feel his gaze upon her, as she usually could and smiled. She turned her head to the side, placing a loving kiss on his sweaty forehead.

These were the moments they both cherished. Lying in each other’s arm, their passion spent, holding onto to each other. After ten years it still felt as wonderful and unbelievable as their first time. 

And as they held each other tightly, in the middle of the night, no words were needed, only their lingering gazes to each other, thanking the heavens for each moment they had with other. 

****Fin****

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