~Part: 1~ One Night
A summer apart
A couple was formed
While another was left
Where walls could melt
Where two couples felt
One - a repeatable mistake
The other - Friends to make
“Angel, I’m sorry..... I didn’t know.... I was confused....,” Buffy pleaded to him.
Angel turned around and looked at her, daring her to say what he knew she would.
“.....It only happened once.”
“And that makes it all right? Just because you did it once?” Angel asked her back.
Buffy didn’t know what to say. Tears streaked down her face as she tried to think of a way to make this all go away.
“..I didn’t know what was happening..” she tried to explain.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to believe that?” Angel asked her infuriated, trying to control the demon that was battling against his soul to kill her.
“It was a mistake, I admit that.... but after all that had happened and... we were swept up in the moment again..,” Buffy explained.
Angel was about to leave his apartment but her last word caught his attention.
“Again?”
Buffy turned pale as she realized her mistake. She turned a shade whiter as she began to inch back.
“I...”
Angel’s eyes flashed yellow as he caught a scent in the air - Fear.
“This wasn’t the first time...”
“Well... I... we....”
“How dare you lie to me. This happened in Los Angeles, didn’t it? When you both went on vacation....”
“Angel...”
“Didn’t it? Answer the fucken question Buffy!”
Buffy cringed at the sound of his voice.
“It did.... I’m sorry, Angel.....I didn’t know... I was scared... and lonely.. and he was there... then after what happened last night, he helped me out again......I didn’t know what to do.... But he did..”
“Get out.”
“Angel, I’m...” Buffy began to say between sobs.
“Get the hell out!” he screamed.
“But I love.....”
“Don’t you dare say it! You should have thought about that before you did it.”
And that was it.
That was the last night, Angel ever felt anything for Buffy Summers.
* * * * * * * * * * *
“Thought you might be here,” Angel said as he joined her on the building’s roof, their usual meeting spot they created during the summer.
“I still can’t believe it,” she said sadly.
“Neither can I.”
“That really wasn’t what I expected to see tonight,” her voice still raw, images of Buffy and Xander on the bed still fresh in her mind
“It was a surprise. Never thought we would walk into that.”
“Have you spoken to her?” Willow asked cautiously.
“Yeah... she was at the apartment when I got there.....”
“What did she say?”
Angel wasn’t sure if he should tell her, but he knew she would find out one way or another.
“It wasn’t their first time, Willow.”
Willow looked at him in complete surprise.
“It seemed it happened while they were both in Los Angeles......”
“..... this summer. No wonder they acted so different around me. How would they....?”
They remained silent, looking up into the stars above.
“I’m sorry, Angel. I know what Buffy meant to you.”
“Yeah....I guess it just wasn’t enough,” he simply replied.
“No, don’t ever think that...,” Willow quickly expressed as she turned to look at him. “This isn’t your fault. She threw away what you both had which means she didn’t deserve it.... she never will.”
“Neither does he,” he told her as he took her hand in his.
She gave him a brief smile as a tear fell.
They looked back up at the sky their hearts finally letting go.
~Part: 2~ Night to Begin
Time passes on
Forgiveness attainable
But never erasable
And so two bonds strengthen
as two old bonds begin to weaken
from the birth of a summer
that happened so long ago
“Why wasn’t the vampire working?” Willow asked him.
Angel couldn’t help but grin.
“I have no idea.”
“He was on his coffin break,” she replied with a smile, followed by a giggle.
Angel couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Okay, I have another one. Why did the vampire’s lunch give him heartburn?”
“You’ve got me.”
“Because it was a stake sandwich,” she replied with a sly smile.
“That was bad,” he replied with a smile.
“Not a bad idea, though.”
“I have one. What is a witch with poison ivy?” Angel asked her.
“Uh... okay... red?” she replied with a giggle.
“An itchy witchy,” he replied with a smile.
“That was so cute,” she replied with a giggle.
“Thought you might like it.”
“I did. So where are we going tonight?” Willow asked as she placed the last pin in her hair.
“Someplace I thought you might like,” he replied being vague.
“And that would be?” she asked, knowing he was keeping her in suspense.
“Oh, I was thinking about... are you ready yet?” he asked her tapping on the other side of her bedroom door, effectively changing the subject.
“I think so. I’m just not sure were this one thing goes.”
Angel entered, smiling as he looked her over. She had elected to were a dress from his time - two centuries ago. The green dress fit her snug, emphasizing her small waist. She had brushed up her hair, letting him see the curve of her neck.
“Where exactly is this supposed to go?” Willow asked him as she flashed him the piece of material.
Angel took the garment, too much of a gentleman to reply.
“Don’t worry about it. You won’t need it,” he replied as he tossed it on the bed.
“So what do you think?” she asked as she made a quick twirl.
“I think you look wonderful.”
Willow smiled, blushing.
“Now let’s take a look at you,” she said as she motioned for him to take off his coat.
“Not until we get there,” he replied.
“Oh no...,” she replied as she took a bold approach and separated his cloak.
Willow nearly gasped. He looked as elegant and handsome as ever in his count Dracula outfit.
“I still can’t believe you convinced me to wear this,” he said as he rolled his eyes.
“Well, I think you look great.”
“We should get going.”
He helped place her cloak on and took her arm, leading her downstairs to his car.
“Can you tell me now?” she asked again, sweeter.
“A masquerade ball I heard about.”
“Where? I didn’t see any in Sunnydale.....”
“I never said it was here,” he replied.
Willow settled back in the car, looking at him with a smile.
They never saw the woman wearing a similar dress as Willow’s head there
way, but she did see them.
~Part: 3~ Winter Night
Seasons change
As wounds nourish
And something begins to flourish
To thoughts unknown, inching forward
closer to feelings hidden deep below
A pair of eyes look on
To see what once was theirs now gone
“That isn’t fair,” Willow yelled as she took cover by a tree.
“And the ambush was?!” Angel yelled back from the behind a bush.
“It was just too tempting,” she tried to explain as she tried to repress her laugh.
“Just like this is, Will,” he replied as he threw one at her.
The snowball fell on her lap, making her squeal. With artillery in hand, Willow stood up and ran over to the bush and began to bomb him with snow.
“AHHHH!”
Willow laughed and began to fall back, running away, but she wasn’t quick enough. She was soon on the ground, with a grown man on top of her.
“Thought that was fun didn’t you?” he asked.
Willow simply nodded her head as she giggled.
“Let’s make angels.”
Angel smiled and agreed as he moved off her. They began spreading their
legs and arms as wide as possible, embedding their impression in the white
snow.
~Part: 4~ Angel's Night
The next step taken
Cautiously as first
As the heart takes hold
and makes the mold
to never again fold
and no longer let go
“Do you have to leave?” Willow asked him just loud enough over the music below them.
“Acathla is closed. That’s what I was meant to do here,” he replied.
Willow turned around, not wanting to let him see her as a tear fell.
A new song began, echoing in the night.
The rope that’s wrapped around me
Is cutting through my skin
And the doubts that have surrounded me
are finding their way in
I keep it close to me
Like a holy man prays
In my desperate hour
It’s better, better that way
“When are you leaving?” Willow asked as her heart began to slowly break.
“Tomorrow night,” he replied, knowing the sooner he left the better they would both be off.
“Will you come and visit me?” she asked, trying to hold on to some hope.
All he had to do was say no, to say no and try to forget her, try to
let her live a normal life without him though it tore him in half.
So I’ll come by and see you again
I’ll be such a very good friend
Have mercy on my soul
I will never let you know
Where my mind has been
But he couldn’t
“Yeah, your my best friend,” he replied, partly telling her the truth.
“Good, ‘cause your mine too,” she replied. “I can help you pack.”
“I already have.”
“Oh.”
She couldn’t help but let more tears fall as her entire life slipped
through her fingers.
Angels never came down
There’s no one here they want
to hang around
But if they knew
if they knew you at all
Then one by one the angels
Angels could fall
“Do you have to leave so soon. It’s only been a day since you stopped Spike and Dru.. you’re not even completely healed and....”
“I’m leaving tomorrow, Willow. I’m fine.”
Willow turned to her side, using her hair to block his view of her face. She should have known better then to fall in love with him, but she couldn’t stop it. He was everything to her, he was her world and now he was leaving. She had been a silly girl to think that maybe, just maybe, a small part of him could love her more then a friend, just a tiny bit.
“Then this is it,” she said sadly.
“This isn’t an end,” he lied. “Now you can spend more time with Xander, Buffy, Oz.... you’ll be able to hang around them without stressing over me and them. I know I took you away from them...”
“No. Don’t you ever think that. You didn’t take me from them.... you
saved me from them.”
I’ve crept into your temple
I have slept upon your pew
I’ve dreamed of the divinity
Inside and out of you
I want it more then truth
I can taste it on my breath
I would give you my life just for a little, little death
Angel looked up at her in surprise. This was harder then anything he had ever done. But he loved her and knew she deserved someone so much better then him. How could she want a monster in her life?
“Willow... I.... you’ll be happier with them....”
“Why... becauce they don't know me like you do? Because they don’t understand me like you do?” she asked him.
“Because you can go out with them in the day.... eat dinner with them..... have what you had before.....”
“The hellmouth isn’t closed. Nothing will be like it was before, I wouldn’t
want it that way again.”
So I’ll come by an see you again
I’ll be such a very good friend
I will not look upon your face
I will not touch upon your grace
Your ecclesiastic skin
“It’s better this way,” he tried to reason
“No, it’s best for you,” she replied as she moved to the stairs.
“Willow, no... this is for you.... so you can have a normal life.. normal friends.....” he said, voicing feelings that he had tried to use on himself to let her go.
“No, I don’t want a normal life, I don’t need one. What I need is you.”
Angel remained quite, his resolve weakening. She turned and walked up
to him, masking herself, not letting him see how hurt she was. If this
was what he needed to do, then she needed to let him go, even if it killed
her.
Angels never came down
There’s no one here they want
to hang around
But if they knew you at all
Then one by one the angels
Angels could fall
She placed her hand on his cheek and looked deep into his eyes.
“Good bye, Angel.”
She placed a gentle kiss on his lips, their first and moved away. She turned around and let her tears fall as she disappeared from the roof.
Angel closed his eyes and let a tear fall.
I’ll come by and see you again
I’ll have to be a very good friend
If I whisper they will know
I’ll just turn around and go
You will never know my sin
Willow ran down the stairs and pushed open the door. She had planed to make it to her house, but she never made it. She didn’t even make it across the street before she was pulled back, colliding against a hard body.
“Come with me?”
Willow turned her head in disbelief, not sure she had head him correctly. Seeing the confusion in her eyes he repeated the simply request again.
“Come with me.”
Angeles never came down
There’s no one here they want
to hang around
But if they knew you at all
Then one by one the angels
Angels could fall
~Part: 5~ Dreams
Willow's POV
My body trembles as the cool breeze hits my body. The white satin sheet wraped loosely around me sways in the wind as my thoughts drift off to replay the beginning of this magnificent night.
A jump slightly as a feel his arms envelope me against his cold hard chest. I lay my head against him, letting his hands travel up my form, his fingers lacing into mine as they reach the gathered material that holds the sheet against my now trembling body.
It falls to the floor, polling at my ankles as he softly pulls my hands apart, placing them securely to each side. I can feel his nose lightly dig into my hair, as his mouth begins to leave a trail down my fiery locks. I tilt my head, as his arms tug at my waist, pulling me back in the room with him. My feet follow as my warm skin tingles as it touches his nude flesh against me fully. I can’t help but let out a whisper of his name in the dark. My eyes open wide as I notice we stop and I look up to see us in front of the antique cherry oval full length mirror.
The moonlight cascades our nude forms from the open French windows, giving my sight enough light to see my reflection. I look intently in front of me as a chill runs down my spine as I see that my lover’s handsome face and strong arms absent in the mirror. But it doesn’t matter, not in the least, because I can feel him, and that is the most important.
I see as my hair is swept to the side and feel his cool lips place intent kisses on my neck. I see my arm raised to his waiting mouth and feel his tongue lick my pulse point, my neck already missing the attention he had ravished on my neck just seconds ago. My eyes begin to drift as my legs begin to weaken at his touch. His sudden jerk of my body against his elicits a moan to escape both our lips, mixing with the air around us. His other arm remains wraped around my waist but his hands remain far from idle as it rubs small circles around my bellybutton.
His lips leave my wrist as his skillful mouth returns to the crook of my neck and nibbles on the soft skin beneath it. Once again his name leaves my lips as my arms begin to move. But he stops me, telling me to watch. I comply, too lost in the pleasures his delicate touch has begun to arouse in me. His hands meet on my stomach and trail up my now burning skin and cup my waiting breasts.
“Angel.”
The fascination of seeing myself being fondled by him keeps me from closing my eyes as I feel his lips suckle my pulse point. My nipples tightened as his fingers begin to circle around them, teasing me to whimper and squirm against him. I slowly begin to lose myself as his fingers begin to mimic his talented tongue, pulling and rubbing the hardened tips. His mouth, now firmly in place by my ear begins to whisper Gaelic verses as one of his hands leaves my breasts and moves down my soft skin, past my navel to the mound of glistered red curls. I sense myself losing control as his hands feels my length, teasing the already swollen lips. He denies me the cool feel of his fingers inside my wet warmth. His tongue licks the lope and traces it’s outline as his hand retreats a bit, his tips now only touching my slick folds. I arch my hips, needing much more attention and let out a cry as his fingers invade me. His thumb finds my aching nub as his other fingers lose themselves inside me.
I am captivated in seeing my body whimper against his hands and face yet not able to see him in front of me, not able to see his hands and mouth manipulate my body to his wants. My hips begin to rock against his wonderful hand as I struggle to keep looking at the mirror in front of me as he commands me too.
Soon it is too late as I fall over the bliss of contentment and scream his name. I see my face flush, my body tremble, my chest rise and fall as my lungs struggle to take in air.
But I can feel his *need* pressed against my back. Once I recover, my arms try once more to touch him, but they are blocked away by his.
“I am far from done,” his sultry voice tells me.
I can’t help but quiver as his hand moves out of me and hear the smack of his lips in back of me. The only thing holding me up is his hand on my swelled breast. He moves us sideways, finally letting my see his angelic face. How many nights hadn’t I dreamed..... how many nights hadn’t I wish to see him before me so. He smiles, perhaps able to read my thoughts. He falls to his knees as I moan, waiting, yet yearning to know what he intended.
My nipples shined out, beginning him silently for the haven of his warm mouth. I yelled his name as I felt his tongue lave my tip, urging him to take as much of my small globe in his mouth. As he suckled my breast, my hands disobeyed him as my fingers laced through his wild soft spiky hair. He groaned at my contact, put did not push them away from him. A feel the rage of an ache as his mouth leaves my breast, but whimper in joyance as a wet warmth envelops my other breast, treating it equally as it had the other.
A rush of cold air hits my body as his mouth travels downward, leaving my skin glistering with his saliva. I part my legs as he takes a deep breath, then blows it back onto my scorching mound. He parts me with his nose, as his hands encircle me, holding me up at my buttocks.
His tongue begins his assault as it swirls inside me, teasing me as I begin my string of moans, pants and groans. I nearly scream as his lips capture my nub between them, suckling on it. I protest as I feel his lips move and begin a series of swipes inside. But it is when his tongue finally flickers over my clit that I release my juices to his waiting mouth. He grinds my hips against his faces as he laps up my nectar like a greedy man. My hands remain firmly on his shoulders as I try to remain standing as I call out his name various times.
As I close my eyes, I am swept up into his arms. He carries me to the bed that devoured me for the first time just hours ago. He hovers over me as he lays me down carefully onto the soft mattress. I part my legs, urging him home. My arms wrap around his strong body as he enters me in one clear hungry thrust. My body arches into him as he fills me with each wonderful thrust. I chant his name as his lips seek mine. My tongue seeks his as he parts my lips. We wrestle as I grind my hips against him. I wrap my legs around him, not able to get enough of him. He lets my lips go and moves down to my neck, placing long wet kisses along it’s path.
His thrusts grow harder, quicker and I know he is near as I. My hands grip his back as I rub my sweaty body against him, wetting him. I began to feel the tips of his fangs touch my skin and my fingernails leave there print behind. I urge him on as I squeeze my walls around his hard, long shaft embedded deep within me, begging him to join me in the flames of ecstasy.
Then it happens, a constrict around him as I become slicker, and fall into the promise of heavenly rapture. My eyes clench shut as my arms hold him tighter against me. With a final thrust, he joins me, his fangs piercing my delicate skin and taking me with him deeper into the abyss of beatitude.
He trembles above me as my small hands caress his back. I open my eyes to see him looking at me intently. I place a tender kiss on his lips, my breathing still struggling to calm, the overwhelming sensations still coercing through our bodies.
He rolls onto his side, his arms welcoming me into his arms and holding me tightly against me. I repeat his Gaelic words to him, our gazes locked.
“A ghrá mo chroí”
We drift off to sleep our future as bright as the day, leaving the dark, troubled past behind.
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