Willow calmly walked in , enjoying the smell of fear in the air.

“Just like old times”, she happily said as she made it to the center of the Bronze, looking at her food with a wicked smile. She missed her world, but this would do for now. She was in complete control here, no one to answer to, no one to make happy, but herself. Yes, she was liking this world, it was just missing one thing.

As she walked to the front of the stage, she was surprised to hear her name and looked for the source of it.

She looked at the table next to her and saw a young girl seating alone. She ended her search, not caring as much anymore <hungry>.

Willow took the girls hand and pulled her up slowly to her, her eyes glowing a bit.

“I can make you immortal”, she whispered as she faced her forward, and carefully moved her neck to the side exposing her neck. She licked her lips, happy to have her first meal since she arrived in this world.

That, however, was stopped as she froze, the voice she heard call out her name sending a shiver up her spine.

“Willow no!”, Angel said as he jumped in front of her from the stage.

Willow couldn’t believe it. It was him, it was him.

She threw the girl to the side as she walked up to him, her smile wider then before. The vampire closest to her growled to see Angel jump in front of her. He rushed to her, ready to kill the man that had dared jump. From the corner of her eye, she saw his attack. She quickly moved in his way.

“Don’t you dare touch him”, she said as she changed to her game face, her look deadly.

“But..”, he began to protest.

“Do you dare question me? You don’t want to make me angry, I can be very mean”, she told him as she showed him his death in her eyes.

He stepped back, knowing she would kill him with no problem.

“Good”, she said as she smiled then turned around and walked back to Angel who seemed to had lost his voice.

“Puppy”, she happily said as her red lips smiled at him. She looked him over, noticing the changes. He looked much more handsomer here. Stronger, confident, darker. She liked him better here.

“I’ve missed you”, she told him seductively as her finger touched his cheek. He grabbed her hand and pulled it down.

<Rougher, nice, very nice> She gasped in surprise by his mean gesture, then became hypnotized by his voice, which carried authority.

“You don’t have to do this”, he told her low.

Willow was already wet. She wanted him, and if necessary she would take him by force, though she wished he took her better, <with an audience, I’d like that>.

“But I want to”, she said with a sad look on her face, her eyes searching his for a similar result as hers. Her eyes moved down from his face, to his chest, to the treasure she loved. She moved forward and cupped him. Angel’s eyes widened. He tried to move back a bit, but she had him in a tight hold.

“Perhaps even bigger here”, she remarked as her thumb stoked the bulge a bit. She smelled his need, and intended on having it.

Angel tried to remain as cool as possible. It didn’t seem she was going to let him go anytime soon.

“Grow for me?”, she asked closed to a whisper.

Angel glared down at her, straying past her eyes, down to take a detailed look at the white skin between her breasts. She looked down at what he was looking at, then looked back up at him, with a large grin.

“Like them?”, she asked innocently.

Angel remained quite, but his eyes showed her his reply.

“They like it when you suck them”, she informed him.

Angel had visual detail of how exactly he would. It took all his control from taking her there in front everyone <I’ve never done it like that>.

Willow moved closer to him. Then simply whispered,

“I like it better when you eat me though”, she revealed, her lips licking her lips, inches away from him.

Angel’s head snapped up. He just couldn’t handle it. She was too damn tempting.

Willow liked his reply. He was playing hard to get. He still liked to play. She leaned into him, her mouth inches away from his neck. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth carefully and licked him, missing his taste.

Angel closed his eyes, feeling her tongue swirling on his neck made him groan silently.

“Are we here to kill or not?”, a vampire in the back asked in anger.

Everyone turned to see the person who had dared break the silence. Willow became angry, her game face slipping into place. She stopped and un-cupped Angel. She turned, heading to the source of her displeasure.

“You’ve made me mad”, she told him calmly, sticking him with her hand, pushing him to the ground, breaking a table.

“Mistress, his gone”, her second in command quickly said.

Willow turned to see her puppy gone, making her angrier. She turned back to the vampire on the floor.

“You upset puppy, now you have to die”, she informed him casually.

Screams filled the Bronze as a vampire died.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel flew in record time to the school. In his haste he had not come to terms with what had happened. He came to a halt as he entered the hallway. Willow was dead. In his shock he had not realized that right away.

She had walked into the Bronze with a confidence he had never seen before. She evoked fear in mortals and vampires, a combination that he had found arousing. She was no longer the quite, shy, timid witch they had known. She was someone else, perhaps what she would have been in a couple of years, only good. He was struck with a sudden sadness of losing a friend, something he had not felt in a long time. Yet, as wrong as it sounded, he had to admit, he liked Willow like this. She was a free spirit. Her red hair only emphasized the fire in her, a flame he knew she had hidden in her, somewhere. He started up his walk once more to the library. They still had fourteen vampires holding hostages as meals. His body was still rigid, from her touch, hell her words. He stopped once more as he remembered something.

“Puppy?”, he asked himself, wondering why she had called him that,<that would make her.......> he snapped himself out of it, <Now isn’t the time..> his thoughts drifting back, an image captured him. He closed his eyes and smiled.

“Snap out of it”, he told himself, angry that she had gotten under his skin. He headed to the library again, his hands clenching and unclenching into a fist, trying to avoid the voice in back of his head.

<I wonder how she would taste>

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Now, who’s next?”, Willow asked as she licked the blood off her fingers. She turned around, kicking away a piece of what was left of the vampire.

She smiled as she looked on and saw the horrified and fearful looks of the people around. They bowed their heads, no one daring to look at her.

<I might just like it here after all>.

She walked back to were her puppy had been. He had made her change her plan. He wanted to play and she wouldn’t disappoint him.

“Eat, then catch”, she said, her eyes looking for her next meal.

“Willow, you can fight it”, Oz said, hoping to talk to the real Willow he knew must be struggling inside her.

Willow looked at him amused.

“Fight what?”, she asked acting confused.

“Fight what you are”, another voice said.

“A vampire?”, Willow asked, then laughed.

She turned back to Oz and laughed harder, <Their stupider here too> She took a closer look at the male human.

“I know you...”

“It’s Oz, baby”, he said as he jumped off the stage and stood in front of her.

“Your one of them”, she said her eyes becoming dark. Her hand grabbed his neck and started squeezing hard. She wanted him to die painfully.

“In your world”, the woman said in the back, making Willow turn her head around and look at her.

“Yes, in my world”.

“In this one, his your boyfriend”, Anya said a bit sickened by it.

Willow’s face turned to disgust and looked back at him, eyeing him from head to toe.

“Such bad taste”, she spitted out as she threw him to a wall, repulsed to even touch him.

“My sentiments exactly. Do you want to go back to your world?”, Anya asked.

Willow nodded,

“I do too”.

They spoke a bit. Willow knew what she had to do and headed to the door. Before leaving she made her point about them behaving in her absence. She pulled three lucky people in the center and took a quick sip from one of them, then offered them to her subjects.

“Be good. Share”, she instructed them and walked out into the night in search of herself and puppy.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel couldn’t keep his eyes off her, he wanted a look at what he had been afford before. He knew this wasn’t the Willow from the Bronze, and deep inside he was a bit disappointed, but he wouldn’t help it.

He had entered the library to find Xander, Buffy and Giles. He wasn’t sure how to tell them about her, so he just told them straight forward. He was confused and a bit angered by their reaction about their best friend. Then he looked next to him and saw her. She no longer was in the nice, tight, skimpy out fit he had seen her in before. Now she wore a fuzzy pink sweater, with a simple pink skirt. He was happy to see her alive, confused, a tint discouraged, but over all happy.

Now they sat around the library table trying to figure out who she was and what she was doing here. They needed a plan in order to enter the Bronze without being killed first.

Angel tried to concentrate, he really tried, but their was something about her that would not permit him. <This is her, the real Willow> he kept reminding her.

He remained silent as they discussed the best options they thought they had, as his mind remained drifting to this a pet name he wished to explore, Puppy.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

She stalked slowly down the hallway, making sure she was quite.

<What’s the fun if it isn’t a surprise>

She had seen her walk in and followed her in. She had been too busy looking into her mirror to bother and notice her walking in back of her.

She stopped in front of the office and waited.

Willow smiled, knowing she would soon have dinner. She walked out of the shadows and stood in front of her.

Cordelia looked up from her mirror and jumped back into a locker as she saw Willow.

“What happened to you?”, she asked as she looked her over.

“Hungry”, she simple replied with her cold smile.

“Do I look like a vending machine to you, I didn’t think so. And what is up with your clothes, entering the leather slutty Olympics?”, she asked, her temper getting the better of her.

Willow lost patience. She grabbed her neck and slammed her against the locker. Cordelia screamed in pain.

“I like my clothes. You hurt my feelings”, she replied as her game face made its appearance.

“I mean, well leather, it’s you, and did I say slutty?, no I meant glittery”, she explained, her bladder threatening to spill from fear.

“That’s O.K. I’ll just kill you”, she replied happily.

“What do you want?’, Cordelia cried.

“Just hungry”

Willow pulled her neck to her lips and licked the curve of it, her hand pulling her hair, making sure she remained still.

Her fangs sank in and began to drink, enjoying the whimpers of pain and fright she heard coming from her.

She abruptly stopped before she drained her completely. She let her go, letting her drop to the floor. She smiled, then grabbed one of Cordelia’s hands and began dragging her body to the principals office.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Is that the plan?”, Xander asked, worried it was.

“I can’t think of any other”, Buffy said.

“What if....”, Giles began to say, but quieted as he heard the voice over the intercom.

“Class we have a new classmate among us tonight”, the voice said.

Their blood froze as they recognized who it was. All heads turned to Willow.

“She seems to be rather quiet tonight, let me encourage her”

They heard a painful scream, making them turn pale.

“Oh please, help me.....please help me we’re in...”, Cordelia said in tears, but was soon cut off as she passed out from the hit she received in the back of her head.

“Good girl, now let’s see, who will be the lucky person to find Cordelia dead”, she said with a small laugh.

“We have to find her”, Xander quickly said, hoping they found her alive.

“The clock is ticking, let the race begin”, were the final words heard from the intercom.

Buffy stood up, ready. They needed to find Cordelia, then go to the Bronze <Why doesn’t this sound good>.

“Xander, Angel and me will find Cordelia. Giles stay with Willow here in the library”. she said as she went to get the weapons they would need.

“I can help”, Willow said, mad she was never included as always.

“What can you do?”, Xander asked her as he took a crossbow and cross from the cage.

Willow stood up from her chair, madder then before.

“As much as you can!”, she yelled.

“Look Willow, it’s best if you stay here with Giles. I’m not sure what the vampire may want from you”.

“What are you going to do to her?”, Willow asked a bit worried.

“Bring her in, alive. We need to find out how she came here and why?”, Giles instructed the gang.

They nodded in agreement and rushed out into the hallway.

“We’ll spilt up, then meet here at the library”, Buffy told them.

Angel headed down the right hallway, hoping to find her first.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow dragged Cordelia’s body to the basement, and left it by the furnace. She locked the door, making sure she couldn’t leave. She was hungry, but it would have to wait. She didn’t want to keep her new friends waiting.

She went up the flight of stairs, leading into the gym, by the swimming pool. She headed to the man entrance when she found him walking in. She remained in the shadows, waiting.

<I should have gone the other way> he thought. He hated this side of the school <not enough lights>.

“Hello Xander”

He froze in place as he heard the voice greet him.

“Where’s Cordelia?”, Xander asked as he searched the darkness for her.

“That’s not nice, you’re making me jealous”, the voice joked.

Xander took out his cross and holy water, looking around him, trying to find her.

“Scared?”, she said as she smelled it.

“Of course...not”, he replied.

Willow crawled closer to him. He had made the error of stepping in front of the bleachers, by the pool.

“You don’t have to. Join me. It’ll be like old times”.

Xander moved a bit, knowing she was closer.

“No thank you, I’m happy alive”.

“Have it your way”, she said, too close to him, as she grabbed him by the neck, making him drop his weapons. She bit into him, enjoying the taste of his blood. He tried as hard as he could to get away, but his struggles were useless, her strength too great. He slowly felt himself lose awareness. His body stopped struggling as he tried to hold on, then everything went black.

Willow wouldn’t decide between draining him or crossing him over. <I have puppy>. She smiled and continued to drain him.

Buffy entered to see the horrific sight in front of her. She saw red hair feeding off Xander. She ran over, hoping and praying she had not killed him.

Willow looked up as she heard footsteps and saw her enter. She smiled at her, her lips still fresh with blood.

“Looking for me?”, she asked as she walked over to the pool, holding Xander’s limp body in front of her by the neck.

Buffy stopped a couple of feet in front of her, waiting to see what she would do.

Willow took a quick look around and saw the best way to escape.

“Let him go”, Buffy told her, ready to attack.

“O.K.”, Willow replied, then threw Xander like a ragdoll across the pool.

Buffy saw what she did and immediately entered the poll, swimming to save her friend. By the time she dived in and rescued Xander, Willow as gone.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel entered the large auditorium carefully. He knew she was close, he sensed her. He walked up the aisle and peered into the darkness.

“Puppy, missed me?”, a voice asked him.

Angel stood his ground, trying to figure out where the voice had come from.

“Want to see me?”, she asked him.

“Very much”, he replied, heading to the stage area.

“What to play?”, she asked once more, happy she had found her.

“No”, he said, jumping on the stage, knowing she was near.

“But why? I know you want me”, she told him.

“What would you know what I want?”, he said, checking behind the curtains.

“Because I can smell it”, she informed him as she appeared in back of him, pushing him against the wall. Angel turned to face her, put before he could Willow handcuffed each hand to an elevated bare which controlled a carrying prop. Angel looked at her in confusion. He liked the idea of handcuffs, an instant arousal came over him, but she knew he would be able to break loose from them. She stepped back from him and looked pleased to have him in that position.

Angel started to shake the bar the handcuffs were on and found it too loose. Something wasn’t right.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, she told him happily.

Angel looked at her, then at the prop, a large bucket, pretty high up.

“You see, if you do, then it’ll fall and kill her”, she explained, moving closer to him.

Angel understood, he had found Cordelia. He thought about his options, which were few.

“You won’t have enough time to break free and catch the basket, I’ve already calculated”, she said proudly as she stood inches from him. Her finger touched his cheek, but he pulled his head back, hitting the wall.

“Hard to get, I like that”, she said as she plastered her body against his. She felt his need against her and began to wiggle against him, her mound grinding against his.

“Puppy wants me”, she said with a smile.

Angel looked down at her dangerously, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Much more fun here”, she remarked as she began to pull open his leather jacket. Her cold fingers began to slowly unbutton his red shirt. Angel looked down, his eyes full of lust. Willow licked her lips then placed a wet kiss in the middle of his bare chest.

Angel closed his eyes, trying to control the urge he had to touch her and take her. He wasn’t allowed to touch her, Cordelia was in the bucket.

Her fingers pulled the shirt open and smiled up at him.

“Nicer”.

Her cold palms touched his nipples, enjoying their hardness. Her mouth soon replaced one and began to lick, then bite it. She moved on to the next and offered it the same treatment. Her hand traveled down to the bulge in his pants and began to rub her hand over it.

Angel couldn’t help it, a low groan escaped his mouth. Her touch was brutal , worst then any other vampire he had known in his existence. His body called out to her in every way. He wanted her and nothing would stop him . He would have her tonight, before they sent her back. His excitement grew as her mouth began to trail down, on his stomach and licked his side, below his ribs, on his curve, and nearly jumped out of his skin as he began to feel her teeth and waited. His mind swirled as she bit into him. She sucked on it lightly, looking up at Angel’s painful face, his eyes shut tight.

“Look at me”, she demanded as she moved her lips from the bite to his bellybutton.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her, his eyes dark and menacing.

“You liked it when I sucked too”, she said as her tongue licked over the bulge in his pants twice.

She slowly unbuckled his paints and her teeth slowly unzipped him. She stood back up, emanating a low growl from him, but soon felt one of her hands stroke him. Willow began kissing his neck, her finger finding what she wanted. She took her hand out of his pants, bringing her finger up to her mouth and carefully licked off his pre-come from her finger, making sure Angel saw how talented her mouth was.

“Tasty”, she commented once she was done.

Angel’s blood boiled.

Her hand went back down to stoke him as her mouth pressed against his neck, licking and nibbling. He felt her fangs pierce his skin and began to drink, her hand stoking him faster, squeezing him tighter, her body pressed against his. She pulled back quickly, her chin smeared with blood. Her other hand pulled his mouth onto hers, letting him taste his blood. Her mouth opened, begging him to enter. His tongue seeked hers, wanting to know the many tricks he was sure she knew. She broke the kiss, offering her chin. Angel began to lick the blood off, making sure he missed no spot. She pulled Angel’s head lower, enjoying the small hurt his arms were feeling against the handcuffs. She tilted her neck to the side, offering her neck. Angel knew and did what she wanted. He sank his fangs into her, drinking the blood he craved for.

Willow moaned a loud, her arousal getting the better of her. He had a way of making her feel on fire, something Xander never could. It was more then she could take as she pulled his head up and kissed him roughly, pressing herself against him.

Angel fought from giving into his release, when he would, it would be in her and not in her hand <that maybe later>.

She broke the kiss, and pulled her hand away from his pants and hair, knowing he denied her his release. She would teach him lesson for that. She zipped him back up and buckled the button.

“I’ll be back”, she informed him as she moved back from him. She gave him a large grin as she saw his angered face. She turned around, content with herself and slowly walked away, passed the curtains and into the darkness.

He could make her pay for leaving him like that, he’d make sure of it.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow carefully made herself to the library. She needed to find her counterpart and find out how she had gotten here. Then there was the issue of the Bronze. She peered into the window and found both of them waiting patiently around the table. She knew what she needed to do. She carefully opened the window from behind a row of shelves and entered the library undetected. She saw the entrance to the tunnels and found her exit.

“Don’t want to play?”, she asked, waiting for their response.

Willow tensed, and began to look around the room as Giles stood up, ready for an attack.

“What do you want?”, he asked, trying to find where she was.

“Me”, she mocked.

“Why are you here?”, hoping to keep her talking.

“Why don’t you ask her. She brought me here”.

Giles looked confused as it dawned on Willow what had happened. Giles turned to look at her, hoping she was wrong.

That was the distraction the vampire needed. She jumped in front of Giles and pushed him hard, he flew across the room, his head and body hitting bookcases. Content, she turned her eyes to the girl who remained frozen in her seat in front of her.

“Well, I’m so..weak..and....small....and over colored”, the vampire said as she looked her over.

Willow stood up, angered by her comments.

“I’m not weak, and your small too you know, with tight leather”, Willow said, scared and fascinated at the same time.

“Your not weak?”, she laughed, “Your a joke, have you looked at yourself lately?”

Willow was hurt, <It hurts to know the truth>.

“But I can offer you so much more. You can be strong and powerful, be feared instead of walked on, respected instead of humiliated. Join me Willow, we can rule Sunnydale, maybe even share puppy”, she told her.

Willow considered the option. It was scary she would even think about it, but it was tempting. One word glowed neon to her.

“Puppy?”.

The vampire smiled.

“Angel”.

“I have...I have Oz”, Willow defended, knowing it was not wise to fight with a vampire, especially one that seemed as vicious as her.

“Oz”, she laughed, “You aren’t stupid Willow, we have the same tastes, same drive, same lusts. You like Angel as much as I. I’m sure you would like to play with him as much as me”.

Willow stepped back, surprised by her thoughts. No she wasn’t like her.

“The only difference is I like blood, and I’m so much funer then you are”, she said with a smirk.

“Why are you doing this?”, Willow yelled as she kept moving back.

“Because I need your help”.

“I won’t help you”, Willow said, trying to find a way out.

“O.K. I’ll just kill you”, she told her, no longer interested in going back.

Willow made her move, hoping to make it to the tunnels, but the vampire had sensed what she was going to do and grabbed her arm before she would sprint up the stairs. Her other hand grabbed her neck, squeezing it enough for her to find it hard to breath.

“You could have been so much more then a reliable, weak, defenseless, boring, little girl”, she said as she began to squeeze harder.

Tears slowly began to fall from her eyes. Her eyesight began to get blurry, and felt herself become light.

The vampire enjoyed tormenting her. She wouldn’t kill her, she had better plans for her.

She pulled her closer and let her game face slip into place. She licked her fangs as she prepared herself to take a bit. To her complete annoyance, Buffy entered, stopping her fun. She let Willow fall to the ground half conscious. She owed this slayer a death. She stepped over the body and gave Buffy a smile.

“Wet”, she remarked as she looked at her dripping clothes.

“Your going down ”, Buffy managed to saw through clenched teeth.

“Too late?”, she asked happily, remembering about Xander and her heroic rescue.

Buffy steamed.

“You are so going to die”.

“Not me”, she replied, anticipating Buffy’s attack.

The battle had begun. Buffy underestimated the vampires skill. She was good, too good.

The vampire smiled, trying to keep the edge she had. Her smarts, combined with her skills had been her accomplishment for gaining the respect of the Master and the fear of the other vampires. No one dared cross her. She had an inner strength Xander had even envied. This Slayer would die, she had handed her her fault and would work off it. Overconfidence and egoism was not just a vampires weakness. She would dispose of her as she had so many others. This would be her hellmouth, her rule, her world.

Willow shook her head, trying to chase away the clouds that danced in front of her. She noticed movement in front of her and caught the figure of Buffy falling to the floor, but quickly stood up.

Buffy punched her on the lip, making blood run from the side of her mouth. Her tongue licked it off, offering it to Buffy.

“Want a taste?”, she asked, seeming to enjoy the pain of the punch.

Buffy replied with a kick, which was grabbed by the vampire. She slammed Buffy to the ground, as she kicked her other leg off balance, making her fall back, the vampire shoved her other leg in her face. Buffy screamed out in pain.

“It’s been too long since I’ve killed a slayer”, she snickered at her as she punched her in the face like a punching bag.

Buffy tried to push her off her and almost did, but the vampire was too quick. Her knee shoved into her chest, as she fell back on the ground, one elbow striking her throat as the other elbow fell upon her chest. Buffy saw her life flash in front of her. She would die by the hands of her best friend.

“Time to die”, she told her, never noticing the person in back of her, a fatal mistake.

“Miss me?”, a voice asked in back of her as she felt the sharp blow strike the back of her head.

Both Willow’s fell into the comforts of the darkness, their minds in a whirlwind, trying to understand.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel had managed to gather everyone back into he library. He had moved the vampire into the cage, and went to look for Xander while Buffy tended to Giles and Willow.

Xander had almost been drained and drowned. He had awoken, but was weak. His first concern was for Cordelia. Angel had found her, not in the bucket as he had been tricked into believing, but in the basement by the furnace. He kept that bit of information to himself.

“Is she....is she...alive?”, he asked as he was helped up from the bench.

“Alive, but still out cold”.

Xander looked relieved and happy. He accepted Angel’s help and headed back to the library.

By the time they arrived back in the library, Willow and Giles were awake. He took a quick glance at Buffy who was staring at the vampire in the cage. She seemed a bit shaken, <Death does that>.

Giles kept looking from Willow to the vampire in fascination, rubbing his head.

He helped Xander to a seat, and saw as Willow came over to his side, about to hug Xander, thankful he was all right. Xander flinched back a bit as she saw her, then settled back down. Willow walked back a bit hurt. She saw the bite marks and understood, but couldn’t help but show the hurt she felt of his rejection.

<It wasn’t Willow> Angel had an urge to scold Xander for his reaction, but knew right now would not be the best time.

“We still have the vampires at the Bronze”, Angel reminded them.

The remark seemed to awaken the group to the present.

“How can we be sure they haven’t killed everyone already”, Xander asked.

“They wouldn’t dare. Not without her approval”, Angel said.

“How can you be so sure?”, Giles asked.

“Their terrified of her. No one would dare make her mad. She has a tight hold on them”.

“We’re out numbered. We can’t just charge in and say “leave you bad vampires”, Xander said a bit panicked.

“No, but Willow can”, Angel thought.

All eyes turned turn to her. She had gone to sit on the other side of library, trying to keep away from everyone.

“They’ll know it isn’t her in a second. Willow can’t go in there. She’s nothing like her”, Buffy commented, thinking of an alternate plan.

Willow’s head popped up, her eyes glaring with anger.

“Yes I can”, she said as she looked at them.

“Come on Will, your nothing like her...your just...Willow”, Xander tried to explain to her.

Willow wouldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Well I think this geeky, weakling can do it”, she said close to tears.

“He didn’t mean it that way Willow...it’s just that we think it might not be safe for you to be in there alone”, Buffy explained.

“I can go in with her”, Angel thought.

“Why would they let you in?”, Giles asked, knowing he had held something back.

“She believes I belong to her”, Angel said a bit embarrassed.

“Puppy?”, Willow asked, remembering what she had told her.

Angel looked at her, wondering what she knew.

“What puppy?”, Buffy asked confused.

“Then you’ll do it?”, he asked, ignoring the question Buffy asked.

“Will that be enough?”, Willow asked, summing up courage.

“If we can show them you claimed me and I yielded”, he told her.

“How do we do that?”, Willow asked.

“How do you show it Angel?”, Buffy asked interested in his reply.

“Dominance, possession...”, he began to explain.

“Really good acting then, oh sure, piece of cake”, Xander explained.

“Any thing else?”, Willow asked, knowing she could pull it off, she had to.

Angel hesitated. He was not sure how they would react to the rest. He took a step back and looked at Willow in the eye.

“A mark on the neck”, he said, knowing how they would react.

“You mean a bite”, Willow realized.

“No, no....I don’t think so”, Xander said, glaring at Angel.

“Next plan”, Buffy said quickly.

“Wouldn’t you need one too?”, she asked, blushing a bit.

That comment made Xander notice something on the side of Angel’s neck.

“He has one”, Xander said suspiciously.

“What?”, Buffy said jumping up.

Xander got up slowly and went to look at Willow in the cage.

“She bit me”, Angel stated, not needing to explain anything to them.

“Then you bit her?”, Xander asked, becoming angry.

“It was an attack, ambush”, he said bending the truth.

“Then it’ll work”, Willow said.

“I’ll need to...”, Angel tried to explain.

“We don’t have much time”, she said as she got up and went to get the tranquilizer gun.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow knew it was crazy as she fought to put on the leather pants in the stall, but to save a room full of people, she would have to be.

She had heard all the excuses why not to do it and those had pushed her to find the confidence and belief she needed.

Then there was Oz. He was one of the many people who had been held hostage as a meal for the vampires. She couldn’t let him down, she wouldn’t.

For a moment she feared the pants would stop her blood circulation, they were that tight on her. But what she found the hardest to put on was the top. She held her breath and struggled to get into it.

Then there was that little, tiny, itty, bitty, thing she felt excited, nervous and scared about.

Angel would have to bit her. A shiver traveled down her back as a small smile appeared on her lips.

The words she had heard earlier had come back to haunt her.
 
 

“You aren’t stupid Willow, we have the same tastes, same drive, same lusts. You like Angel as much as I. I’m sure you would like to play with him as much as me”.
 
 

She was scared. What if she had been right?

She wasn’t blind or for that matter numb, or deaf.

He was handsome <does not even begin to describe him>, his look was mysterious, his features smooth, yet rough, masculine and dark. His voice just added more to his charm.

<What is wrong with me?> her hands turning cold.

She finally settled into the binding outfit and took a look down. She had never really taken a good look at them, they weren’t as big as Cordelia’s, not as bouncy as Buffy’s, but they had there appeal to them. She blushed at her own observation. Now she would have an audience for them.

She giggled at the thought. <It’s better then dreading>.

She tried to part her hair in the middle, but it was stubborn, it would not stay. She did what any girl would do, she shook her head up and down, side to side. The moment of truth had arrived. She opened the door and stepped out.

She looked herself in the mirror and was completely shocked. She looked....good. A large smile greeted the reflection. Her hair looked loose and wild, adding a tint of danger to her demure. The outfit let her see curves she had she never thought she had before. A new her stood in front of her, and she welcomed it, just maybe not this daring. She took out the red lipstick from her purse and carefully colored her lips. She was ready.

She took one final look at herself and headed out the door, knowing tonight would be the beginning of her transformation.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel remained in the library listening to Xander explain how ridiculous the plan sounded.

“There is no way Willow can pull this off”, Buffy commented, rethinking the plan in her head.

“She can”, Angel reassured.

The protests began, but soon quieted as the library door opened. Willow entered the library, her arms, stiff, on either side. She looked at them and smiled.

The similarities were amazing. She looked exactly like the vampire passed out in cage. But the difference between them became apparent as she almost tripped on her heel as she walked toward them.

“This isn’t going to work”, Xander said hopeless.

“It will”, Angel said as he looked at her frightened green eyes.

Xander’s comment had crumbled one of the fragile walls of confidence she had tried to build.

“Maybe we can charge in?”, Buffy suggested.

“No”, Willow quickly replied, angered that her friends had given up on her so soon. <I’ll prove them wrong>, it was a promise she intended on keeping.

“But...”, Giles started to say.

“I’ll do it. Angel and I will get inside”.

“I need a couple of minutes alone with Willow”, Angel said, proud of her determination.

“For what?”, Xander asked.

“We need to talk in private”, Angel replied.

“About what?”, Buffy turned to ask him.

“To bit me”, Willow answered, her eyes full of wonder and fear.

“No way...we are not leaving dead boy here alone with her. He might drain her”. Xander said nodded his head side to side.

“That would go against the plan”, Angel pointed out.

“How can we even trust him?”, Xander added.

“I do, that’s enough”, Willow told him, her resolve face firmly in place.

The objections began, but were soon cleared from the room as Willow and Angel remained in the library alone, Xander have to be carried out by Buffy.

Willow remained standing by the door, hoping he couldn’t tell how nervous she was. She had thought too soon.

“Nervous?”

“A bit....well maybe...maybe a little more then that”, she said as she shifted from side to side.

“You can do this Willow, I know you can”, he told her as he leaned against the table, looking her over a bit.

That was what Willow needed, the push she looked for, something she had hoped her friends would have given her. Self confidence walked back into her soul. <I can do this>

“Thank you Angel”

Angel smiled, surprised to hear those words directed at him. He was speechless for the first time in his long existence. So he did what anyone in his situation would do, he coughed.

“You’ll have to play the part, completely”.

“Get in touch with my dark side”, Willow commented rather happy.

“You need be ruthless, vicious, command respect, and punish those who would dare to displease you”.

“Become evil”, she commented.

“Become the demon”.

“Check”, she said, her hands fidgeting.

“Then there is me”, he said, not sure how to explain.

“Puppy”, she said with a smile.

He looked at her sharply, if he didn’t know better, he could have sworn she liked calling him that.

“Yes, puppy. She called me that at the Bronze. She.....”, he continued, trying to find the right word.

“Wants you”.

“She’s pretty sexual Willow. She showed me just how much she wanted me”, he said, hoping she wouldn’t be too disgusted by the idea.

Willow blushed. She had a good idea how explicit she could be.

“You have to act like you own me. That I belong solely to you”.

Willow nodded, somehow knowing that would not be too hard to act out.

“I’ll be by your side at all times”, he added, hoping to relieve some fright in her.

“I know. We should....we should...get used to each other”, her trembling lips made out.

Angel nodded, waiting for Willow to get closer to him, but to his shock she remained where she was.

“I’m waiting”, she said sharply.

Angel looked at her surprised. Any doubts he still had about her drifted away. He got up and walked over to her, a grin on his face.

“Maybe it would be good if you told me what she did...that way I can act similar, or show me”, she said, feeling goosebumps on her skin.

He would love to show her exactly how she had touched him, <them maybe I could....>, he mentally slapped himself.

“Willow....it was rather...intimate”, he tried to explain, shaking off his uneasiness.

“Oh..OH....well that’s part of how I act...I mean she acts....then I would also... most likely...need to...you know...do the same...if they saw us like that”, she said blushing, she was sure she bright red.

“Most likely.....then you will have to..touch me”, he said, hoping she was as aroused by the idea as he was.

Willow’s stomach flip-flopped.

“She also likes...licking me”, he added, his eyes becoming dark.

“Ah...licking you?”, she asked, her knees becoming weak.

Angel simply nodded. Her heart beat quicker as she felt herself become a bit lighter.

“Then....ah..we should....if we....then...try...to...do you...did you...touch me?”, she asked needing to know.

Angel wasn’t sure how to answer. He had technically grabbed her finger, that was considered touching, though he looked more.

“Only if you let me”, he responded in a sexy soft tone Willow had never heard before.

Images came to mind, as her body temperature rose to a staggering new high. He seemed to be able to evoke sensations she had never felt before <Dammit, he’s only looking at me> She scolded herself, trying to pay attention to the matter at hand, or wasn’t that what she was doing?

She fought back the words she wished to yell <Of course. Anytime>. She blushed a deeper red <Oz , remember, Oz>

She nodded in agreement.

“Show me”, she whispered as she became entranced with his dark eyes that seemed to have a glow a bit.

Angel stepped a bit closer, causing Willow to take a deep breath. He took her small hand in his and slowly placed it on his chest, then slowly began to move it lower.

Willow did not dare look any where other then his eyes. She swallowed hard as her mouth went dry. Her eyes grew wide as her hand cupped him. Angel’s would only reflect the desire to have her. She seemed to be able to arouse him quicker then her counterpart, then anyone else for that matter. Willow’s mind closed as she let her body react to his actions. Willow did not move away, but arched into him slightly. His impulse grew and pulled her against him, his mouth claimed her lips. Angel let go of her hand as his hands encircled her waist. Willow wrapped her arms around his neck as their kiss became urgent. His tongue seeked access, her lips parting, her tongue inviting him in. Her hand caressed his hair, wanting more.

She broke away from the smoldering kiss, drawing in breath. Angel trailed soft kisses down her chin to her neck. She knew what he wanted and titled her neck to her side, allowing him better access. Angel nibbled the area her knew he would soon taste.

Willow felt his fangs pierce her soft skin. Pain was soon replaced by a pleasure she had never felt. She pressed herself closer to him as her hands pressed his head closer. Her head tilted a bit back as her lips moaned his name.

Angel had lost himself in her. He tasted the sweet blood that he could have. The taste was overwhelming, addictive, simply put, wonderful. The mixture of pureness, innocence, and all that made Willow was intoxicating, a powerful brew for his senses. He had also tasted something else, something he pushed away and stored in the back of his mind - was it possible to taste acceptance? He reluctantly pulled his fangs away and licked off the blood that had formed around the entrance wounds.

Willow had always wondered what it would feel like, but had never expected it to feel so erotic, so captivating, so intimate. She had almost protested when she felt his fangs retreat, only to feel his tongue replace them, pleasing her. She was in a dream she did not expect to wake from, until she heard Angel’s voice.

He pulled his head back and looked into her confused, passion glazed green eyes.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you”, he said, not wanting to let her go.

“Never”, she replied still enraptured by his lips.

“Didn’t take too much?”, he asked softly, seeing her eyes soften.

She looked at him intently, nodding from side to side.

Willow was the first to wake from the trance they had created. She blushed as she un-wrapped her arms from his neck. However, Angel’s hands remained glued to her waist. She did not protest, but felt a tinge of glee over it. Their eyes searched each others, not sure what they were looking for. Willow broke the silence.

“Will you...I mean I need...need to see your ‘game face’”, she told him.

He was shocked by the request, but knew why. He hesitated for a moment, then did as she asked.

Memories of Angelus flooded her mind. She closed her eyes for a moment, reminding herself it was Angel not Angelus before her. <Angelus no longer exists>. She summoned her courage and opened her eyes. Her hand slowly met his face, tracing over the features that were part of who he was. He stepped back from her touch, only to have Willow step two steps forward.

“I trust you Angel”, she said, her hand still caressing his face.

Angel slowly slipped his human face back. He fought against the urge to hug her, it was not the best thing to be so close to her at this time.

“We’ll trust each other”.

“Always”, she replied, her voice becoming light and soft.

At that moment she saw Angel’s eyes turn a bit darker. He simply nodded.

She felt his head slowly lean into hers, his lips bruising hers. She calmly placed her hands on his arms, which had remained on her waist. Her body tingled at the anticipation of his soft, smooth, cold lips.

“Aren’t they done yet?”, Xander whined as he began to open the door.

Willow and Angel jumped apart at the sound of his voice. They turned to see the small group re-enter.

Willow flashed them a quick smile, hoping they couldn’t read the guilt, mixed with happiness she currently wore on her face.

“Angel, did you both do *it*?”, Giles asked.

Angel looked at him like a teenager caught in the act.

“No, no....no.”, they both said in unison, a bit panicked.

“Don’t lie....”, Xander said as he walked over to Willow.

Angel and Willow looked at each other, not sure what to say.

“I can see the bite marks from here”, taking a better look at them.

“Yes, bite..”, Angel said, relief in his voice.

“Bite right...we did, I mean he did....it did”, Willow added.

“Do they hurt?”, Xander asked, wondering if he could touch them.

“No......no they don’t”, she answered as she touched them with her hand, looking over at Angel for a moment and seeing something she rarely saw from him, a small smile directed at her.

“We should get going then”, Buffy said quickly, not wanting to hear the details of how it had happened.

“Ready?”, Giles asked her, still not sure this would work.

“Now or never”, she replied.

The group walked out of the library and headed to the Bronze.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“You can do this”, Angel whispered in her ear.

They were less then a block away from the Bronze when the final details of the plan had been laid out.

“Willow, you and Angel try to get as many vampires out of there as you can. Try to get the people out of harms ways if you can”, Giles instructed.

“We will”, she replied, squeezing Angel’s hand tightly.

Giles went to cover the back exit of the Bronze as Buffy and Xander remained by the entrance. Xander was still weak, but had refused to remain in the library. He could help as he could.

“It’s show time”, Xander said.

“Be careful”, Buffy told them as she reached over and touched Angel’s hand. He looked at her and nodded. She took a quick glance and noticed he still held Willow’s hand.

“We will”, he replied.

“Don’t get hurt”, Xander told Willow as he hugged her. Angel looked on, not very pleased. He pulled Willow back slightly.

“I won’t”.

“Good”, he replied with a smile.

“So what’s the sign?”, Buffy asked.

“The fighting, the yelling, the screaming”, she explained.

“We’ll change in”, she said.

She walked with Angel to the entrance of the Bronze. She took a deep breath, then reminded herself not to breath again. She knocked on the door and let go of Angel’s hand.

The door slowly opened .

She flashed the same cold smile that had greeted her at the library earlier that night, to the vampire at the door. She stepped in and slowly walked over to the center of the Bronze. The vampire hissed at Angel, then stepped in front of him, stopping him from entering. Willow turned and did not like what she saw <Character, remember the character>

“Why did you stop puppy?”, she demanded, angry.

“Well...he was...I didn’t think..well..”, the vampire tried to explain to her, afraid he might end up like the last vampire you had dared question her.

“He’s mine”, she said, trying to lose her patience.

“I’m sorry mistress”, he said, stepping away from them both, bowing his head down.

Angel placed his hand on the lower part of her back and pushed her a bit forward. Willow swallowed, trying to find the edge the vampire had on people <think like a vampire> She shrugged off her nerves, but almost jumped forward as she felt Angel’s hand slid down and comfortable cup a cheek. She looked at him for a moment and saw him nod his head forward.

They were greeted by her second in command and Anya.

“What is he doing here?”, Anya asked a bit worried.

“Puppy decided to play”, she answered, hoping that would be a good enough response.

“Are you sure he can be counted on?”, the other vampire asked.

“Completely”, she replied, but could see the doubt in his face. Angel looked at her a bit worried.

Willow thought of a million words to say in order to convince him, but knew they wouldn’t work. She needed to show them.

She faced the vampire who had questioned her judgment. She smiled and placed her index finger inside her mouth, sucking on it, then bit it. She blocked out the pain and took her bleeding finger out her mouth. She showed it to him, then turned to look at Angel. He knew what to do.

Willow held out her finger to him as he walked over.

“Clean”, she instructed. He happily supplied his mouth.

“Puppy hungry?”, she asked.

“Yes mistress”, he replied softly.

“Come and drink”, she said.

Angel moved closer to her and changed into his game face. She moved closer to him, pushing his head past her neck, right on top of her right breast, offering him what she wished to give him. She braced herself for his bite, remembering how pleasurable it had felt. He did not disappointment. He bit her a bit harder this time, enjoying the taste of her completely. Before Willow lost herself in him she stopped him.

“Stop”, she demanded, and Angel did just that, her blood fresh on his lips and chin. She went with her impulse, as nauseous to her as it sounded, it aroused her more. She kissed him roughly, tasting her blood, smearing some on her chin.

Her mouth left his, surprised that his game face no longer scared her as before. She grinned at him, happy with his obedience.

“Good boy”, she said as her hand patted his nicely curved ass <There no is way I am leaving without touching it once>.

She turned to the vampire, looking him straight in the eye.

“On every level. If your good, we can play later”, her sexy voice surprising everyone.

Angel was sure every vampire would do anything to play with Willow. Her sexual energy oozing off her in tides.

The vampire nodded enthusiastically.

“Where is she?”, Anya asked anxious to get back to her world.

“Dead”, she simple replied.

“What?”, she asked surprised.

Willow thought quickly, trying not to panic. Angel came up behind her, placing his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, nibbling up to her ear.

Willow relaxed as she heard his soothing words.

“Why go back when this world can be mine too. We can...find someone else later”, she replied.

“Great, now I’m stuck here”, she said her angrily.

Willow ignored the comment and started to unfold her plan.

“I want you two to go and check the perimeter. Bring in anyone you see”, she instructed. Angel squeezed her waist, his mouth now nuzzling her neck.

“What should we do?”, the vampire asked.

“Make an army”, she quickly replied knowing what he would ask.

“But I thought you wanted to go back home?”, Anya asked suspiciously.

“Do you really want to ask me again?”, Willow said in a deadly tone, sending a shiver of fright down every one’s back, a bit more of an arousal for Angel.

Visions of what had happened earlier flashed in Anya’s head and preferred to live.

“Everyone?”, the vampire asked.

Interesting question, her nerves pointed out.

“You two, go see what happened to the other two I sent out”, she instructed <Good, four out>.

Willow stepped away from Angel, her mind thinking what to say.

“No, no...only who you think is worthy to change, the rest you can, I mean we can feed from”, she replied.

“We choose?”, he asked surprised.

“Yes, of course....for behaving”, she told him, seeing the panic in Angel’s eyes.

“Thank you mistress”.

“Um...you should divide them...against that wall. Select, not bite”, she explained.

She turned to the doorman.

“Go see what’s taking so long”.

He did as he was asked.

<Five, six left, a fair fight>.

Anya still wasn’t completely convinced as she saw the vampires begin to select the people. She went next to her, hoping she failed the quiz.

“I see your boyfriend isn’t one of the lucky ones chosen to cross over”.

Willow was about to reply to the comment, but caught herself before she fumbled.

“You mean his Willow, he’ll get to join her”.

“It must be hard for him to see you like this, cheating on him. It’ll be harder on the Slayer when she knows you secretly played with Angel.”

Willow felt a brick of guilt laid on her. She looked at Angel and beckoned him to come to her with her eyes. He was in front of her in an instant.

“You see Anya”, she began to say, her hand moving to his groin and rubbed it softly.

“I only play and want this toy...and”

She held her breath as she grabbed Angel’s hand and placed it between her thighs, letting him cup her womanhood.

“...he only craves this toy”.

She looked over at Anya and smiled wickedly.

She grabbed his head and pulled his head down to kiss him open mouth. Angel responded like a greedy man, sucking in her tongue. Willow stopped it suddenly, leaving Angel in a bit of a daze.

“I hope that answers your question”, she concluded.

It had answered all her questions and knew she would never question her again.

The selection was complete. On one end were the dead, on the other the chosen.

“Should we begin?”, the next in command asked.

She needed more time.

“Not yet....go and find the others....if they have fed...kill them”, she decided on. It was the best she could do for now.

He nodded and left with another.

<Four more>

That would have to be enough, Angel would take on four on his own <better if one less>

After a minute of silence, she knew it was time to end the game.

“Something isn’t right. You, out, find them”, she said. He hesitated, but soon went out.

She looked over at Angel and nodded. Willow turned around and punched Anya in the face, knocking her out.

“Ouch!”, she yelled, her hand in pain.

That was the distraction Angel needed as he attacked the remaining three. Willow ran over to Oz.

“Get them out, through the back”, she told him and began to yell at the people to leave.

Oz grabbed Willow’s hand and started pulling her out with him. She resisted as a flow of people began to scream and run out.

She looked at him and simply said,

“Angel”.

She tore away from his grasp and went to help her friend. Three vampires were on him. She reached for a chair and looked at which one to hit. She choose her man and whacked him in the back, making him fall over in pain. She ran to the pool table and grabbed a stick, but it was too late. One of the vampires had followed her and grabbed her from behind. She struggled against him, but his grip was too tight.

“Now for my taste”, he hissed.

Willow screamed, fear washing over her.

The vampire was soon gone, dust covering her back. She turned and fell into the arms of her hero.

Buffy, Xander, Giles and Oz entered the club and heard the soft sobs of the woman that Angel held.

The vampires were dead and only one remained.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

<Why did I cry?, why did I cry?>, she continued scolding herself as she stood in front of the mirror. She was embarrassed by her childish actions. She wiped away the tears and splashed cold water on her face.

She had cried in Angel’s arms for what seemed like forever. He had held her, caressing her hair, soothing her with his words, never rushing her. They had walked back in silence as she continued clinging on to him. Oz and Xander had tried to cheer her up, make her feel protected, but the only arms she felt safe in were Angel’s.

Giles had sighed in relief, grateful they had reached the school.

“Are you sure you want to send her back?”, he asked her over his shoulder as he opened the door to the entrance.

“She doesn’t belong here, Giles. We might change her world if she doesn’t go back”, she reasoned.

Willow pulled away from Angel, letting them know she needed to stop at the restroom.

“Do you want me to wait?”, Angel whispered to her before letting go of her hand.

She smiled, more tears welling up.

“I’ll see you in the library”, she replied, still a bit shaky.

Now here she stood, looking at a very confused, shaky self in the mirror. She closed her eyes, her mind drifting off to what had happened.

<How do I face them?>.

She didn’t have time to dwell on it now, they still had one vampire to take care of. She gathered what she had left of courage and took a deep breath. She tried to control her trembling hands and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. To her surprise someone had waited for her.

“Are you O.K.?”, he asked concerned.

Willow gave him a weary smile.

“I’m fine, you didn’t need to wait”, she said, her timidness coming back in full force.

“I wanted to. Their waiting for us at the library”, he replied, wondering how she was really doing.

They walked to the library, an uneasy silence between.

They were greeted by a very awake vampire.

“Nice, very nice”, she remarked as she saw Angel and Willow walk in.

“Did you find the spell?”, she asked, trying to ignore the comment.

“I have some additional books that came in recently. They might have want we’re looking for”.

“So where are they?”, Buffy asked.

“In the mail room”, he replied.

“Anything then being here, she’s giving me the wiggin’s”, Xander commented as he took a look at the vampire.

“I use to give you something else”, the vampire said with a smirk.

“O.K., I will meet you there”, he said as he stood and headed out the door.

“Can you keep an eye on her Angel? She’s awake, and I don’t have another tranquilizer.

“I’ll keep an eye on her”, Angel replied, not daring to look at either Willow.

“We shouldn’t be too long”, Buffy told him with a smile, hoping he might to go and patrol with her later.

“Hopefully”, Giles added.

The group left, leaving Angel alone with the vampire.

“You’ve taken a shine”, she commented, eyeing him carefully.

“What?”, her voice disturbing his thoughts.

“Puppy likes someone else”, she teased.

Angel eyed her carefully as he leaned against the table.

Willow could see it in his eyes.

“I can be naughtier”. she said innocently.

He was sure she could, even though that called out to him, it was something else he craved. His hand yearned to touch the part he knew he was the first to touch, hold, caress. <What did she say>, trying to remember her exact words.
 
 

“I only play and want this toy...and......he’ll only crave this toy now”.
 
 

Just the memory was making him hard.

Willow was losing her temper. He seemed to be drifting off every time she spoke with him, something that displeased her very much.

“Puppy, I can make you smile”, she told him as she took off her sweater, waiting to see his reply.

Angel returned to the present and looked at her, a cruel smile greeting her.

He walked over to the cage and hit it once, making Willow jump back in excitement, her tongue licking her lips.

He took out the key to the cage and opened it, quickly entering and closing it behind him.

He walked up to her and pushed her against the wall.

“Want to play?”, he asked, knowing that was what she wanted.

She simply nodded, wondering how rough he could be.

He grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head, making her vulnerable to his touch. He rubbed himself against her, taking out a pair of handcuffs from his coat pocket, the same she had used on him.

“How much do you want me?”, he asked, his mouth hovering above her mouth.

Her hips thrusted toward him, showing him how much she needed him.

“That much?”, he smirked, placing the handcuffs on her hands, over a bar in the cage. She stood in front of him, a bit suspended. His hands massaged her body, cupping a breast, twisting the nipple. Willow moaned, enjoying his hands, enjoying the pain. His mouth tasted the cold flesh of her neck, his teeth lightly grazing her skin. She shivered, rubbing her body against him. Angel’s hands wondered over her body, his hand slipping into her skirt as the other grabbed her ass.

Willow was already wet, she couldn’t wait to have him in her. He pushed her further against the wall, making it hard for her to move. She wanted to touch him, but was not allowed to. She screamed out loud as she felt his finger part her lips and begin to rub her. He continued his assault of kisses from her neck to the top of her breasts, his fingers working their magic. She was close, so close. He knew it.

“Close your eyes”, he told her looking into her eyes, a cruel smile on his face.

“Puppy...”, she panted.

“Do you want your surprise?”, he asked.

She nodded, feeling his fingers slow down for her disobedience. She closed her eyes.

“Very good”.

She groaned in protest as his hand retreated, savoring the moment when he entered her in full force. She waited, as his hands left her body, knowing he wanted to tease her a bit more.

Then she heard it. A lock. Her eyes flew open as she saw Angel on the other side of the cage. She was furious, shifting to her game face. She growled at him as she began to fight against the imprisonment of her hands.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, he told her with a smirk on his face.

She stopped, knowing he had said it for a reason.

“Wouldn’t want to burn yourself”

She hissed at him, wondering if it would be true.

“Holy Water can do that to a vampire”, he remarked as he walked over to the counter and jumped on it to sit. He looked up and smiled, taking a book from a stack and began reading it lazily.

She was furious.

“This is the closet you will ever get to your Willow. I hope you liked it for your last time”, she reminded him with a smile, hoping to get a response.

Angel licked his finger and carefully turned the page.

She pouted, rolling her eyes. She had not received any response, her blood boiling in anger. She shook her arms a bit and heard a rattle.

<Bastard>.

Angel remained quite, her words impacting him. He refused to let her see his anger at her remark. He would not give her that satisfaction. It was a truth that bothered him, unnerved him. He remained turning the pages, his mind solely on the woman who was marked forbidden.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Oz looked over at his girlfriend. He still felt a bit uncomfortable being around her. A lot of things went on in the Bronze, things he would like to forget. She had not changed, her kinky out fit still calling attention. He noticed how Xander would glance over for a peek, even Giles sneaked a look once in a while. Yet Willow seemed comfortable in it, the shyness he knew seemed to have evaporated for the night.

Then there was Angel. He had touched his girlfriend, hell she had touched him as if by second nature. He tried to erase the memories, happy he had his old Willow back to him. The real Willow he loved. But he had to ask her.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable in that?”, putting the book he was reading on the table.

“Not really. At the beginning a whole lot, but now....no, not really”, she replied with a smile, continuing to read.

“Well at least you have a new costume for Halloween”, Buffy commented.

“You never know. It just might be a new look”, she replied.

Everyone let out a small laugh.

“Never, you’re more a fuzzy sweater..”, Buffy started.

“colorful...”, Xander added.

“simple kind of girl. I can’t wait ‘till it all goes back to normal, well normal in the hellmouth”, Oz ended.

“Absolutely”, Buffy agreed.

Willow looked up and growled in ward. She closed the book and through clench teeth spoke.

“I found the spell”.

“Great, now we can send freaky Willow back”, Buffy said happily.

<Great, but where will the new Willow go>

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

They entered to see the vampire handcuffed to the cage, growling at Angel, who sat quietly reading a book.

“What happened?”, Giles asked concerned.

“She was a very bad girl”, Angel replied with a smile. He closed the book and jumped off the table, searching for the pair of eyes that he wanted to see.

Willow looked at him and blushed, a stream of memories flashing in her mind. She broke the gaze, becoming fascinated with the floor.

“We’ll need to un-cuff her once we start the spell”, he informed him.

“I can *release* her”, he replied, looking at the vampire hiss at him.

“I want....I want to talk to her before we send her back”, Willow informed them.

“Will, come on, do you really.....”, Buffy began to protest.

Willow saw Angel leave the library, without a question. <Why don’t they pay attention to me>

“Buffy I didn’t ask you....I’m telling you”, she replied, some of her anger surfacing.

Everyone looked at her shocked and heard a small chuckle come from the cage. They remained frozen in place.

“Alone”, she emphasized.

Giles nodded and walked out of the library, the rest followed hesitantly.

“Small talk?”, the vampire asked her.

“How was your world?”, she asked, pulling up a chair to sit in.

“Better then here. I had fun in my world. You make me sad”.

“Why?”, Willow asked, fearing she already knew the answer.

“Because I was you”, she replied, her voice faint.

“How were you?”, she asked, her eyes becoming watery.

“Weak, afraid, tired, walked on, laughed on....lonely”, she replied.

Willow could no longer hold back her tears.

“I was offered the world Willow, I can offer it to you. The power, the revenge, everything you’ve always wanted, everything I have become”.

Willow looked at her counterpart as her tears stopped.

“You liked being me Willow. I know you did”.

Willow simple shook her head side to side, denying a truth in her she had realized until tonight.

“I know you did Willow, because I know you, I am you”.

“No, we’re two different people, from two different worlds”.

The vampire laughed. <The girl acts too naive>

“Not too different Willow. You like Puppy too”.

“Of course...Puppy...,I mean, Angel is my friend”.

“Oz is a friend, Xander too maybe, but no, Angel isn’t a friend”.

“How would you know?”

“I like Xander, but he’s a boy compared to Puppy. Puppy makes me happy, Puppy makes me come”, she replied, looking at Willow.

Willow remained quiet, not able to say anything.

“You know. You’ve touched Puppy”, she analyzed happily.

“I love Oz!”, she screamed at her.

The vampire smiled happily at her, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“O.K. and I’m alive”, she replied.

Willow changed the topic.

“We should change”.

“Think of it as a gift. You need it more then I do”, she replied.

They spoke a bit longer, the vampire asking her share of questions. Unconsciously, Willow made a decision that night, one that would change her completely.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

It had been two weeks since they had sent the vampire back to her world. Two weeks since she stood in the Bronze and commanded the world.

Everything had gone back to normal, everything but Willow. She slowly began to withdraw from the small gang. It had been gradual. She still attended the meetings Giles held in the library, do the research he needed, but something was different. She had frequent excuses for Oz about not being able to attend his gigs, or not meeting Xander at the Bronze, more then anything she made excuses not to go and patrol with Buffy. Her frequent route now was to Amy’s house.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?”, Amy had asked her.

“I have to Amy”, she simple replied.

Amy had understood her. At this point Amy seemed to be the only one who did understand her. Willow was scared, but she knew she needed to do this.

“Willow, are you going to be O.K.?”, Amy asked, worrying about her friend.

“I’m not sure, but this is the only way I’ll know”, she replied, getting up from the floor of Amy’s bedroom.

“Remember everything we did, not forget, Willow, please don’t forget”, she told her as she hugged her.

“I will, don’t forget the plan”, she reminded her.

“Never, be careful”, Amy said, pulling away from her friend.

“I have to go and meet Oz”, she told her as she grabbed her purse and headed to the door.

“Take care, Willow”.

“You too Amy, you too.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Baby why?”, Oz asked as he tried to place his arms around her. Willow kept her distance. She moved each time he tried to move close to her.

“I need...I need time Oz...I need space...”, she explained as best she could.

“Is this about Xander, is that it, you want Xander instead?”, he asked angry, sure that had to be the reason she was doing this.

“This isn’t about Xander, this is about me”, she told him again.

“No, no, you can’t be doing this to me, you can’t”, he mumbled not wanting to hear her anymore.

“I don’t want to hurt you Oz, I really don’t....”, she said fighting back tears.

“This is a very strange way of showing it. You know what, I don’t want to talk about this now. We’re both angry and we said some pretty harsh words to each other so let’s calm down and talk about this tomorrow”, he told her, maintaining his cool.

Willow didn’t want to talk about this tomorrow, she wanted to talk about this now.

“Oz, please try to understand me....”

“I do Willow, more then you know, that’s why I think it would be best if we talked about this tomorrow, when we’re both calm and clear headed. Willow I love you, that won’t change. I know you love me, not Xander, you need to see that. We’ll talk tomorrow”, he said turning around and walking away.

Willow wouldn’t believe it. Tears fell down her face. That was the problem, he never did listen to her. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks. She opened them and took a deep breath, and began to walk home, her mind concentrating on the plan ahead. She never noticed the shadow following her.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow changed and took a final look at herself in the mirror. It was nice to see herself in something she usually never wore. She wore snug black jeans, with a simple white v-neck T-shirt. She had placed her hair back in a pony tail and wore very little make-up. She was aiming for the natural look. She was ready. She turned to her laptop and picked it up from her desk. She grabbed her new cell phone as well and placed them on the bed, inside the suitcase. She looked in her pocket and made sure she had her money and ATM card. All the presents she had ever received in dollar amounts she had placed in the bank.

<I’ll finally get to use it now>

She grabbed her ticket from her dresser and put it in her pocket. She went back to the bed and closed up the suitcase.

She placed her gray sports cap on and grabbed her suitcase. Mid way down the stairs she heard the horn of a car. She hurried down, knowing her cab would be waiting for her outside.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

She had planned everything, everything down to the tee. Now she sat in the airport, having to rethink her travel plans. She looked at her watch. It was 7:30 p.m. Her original destination had been Canada. Toronto. She had planned to use her unused airline ticket from earlier this year for the flight, there was just one problem she had overlooked. The ticket was a one way purchase. Any return flight outside of California would be too expensive for her, especially with such short notice. Even staying in California would be expensive, at least taken half of the money in her ATM out. It was hopeless. She could take a bus or train out of Sunnydale, but that would cut in on her time. If she was going to leave, it would have to be tonight. The problem was where. She kicked herself for not calling the airlines earlier.

She sank to the floor of the airport, her mind had overlooked the most important part and now, after so much, she did not know where to go.

She was too deep in her thoughts to see or hear the person who stood now inches away from her, since her hands covered her face in despair. Her head looked forward as she heard a heavy thump on the floor next to her. It was a large duffel bag.

Her blood froze as she heard his voice.

“So, where are we headed?”

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow looked up and stared at Angel.

“Hi”, she managed to say, her face turning red.

“Hi”, he replied, his face serious.

“So, what brings you here?”, she asked nervously.

“Took a walk with a duffel bag full of blood and ended up here - you?”, he asked, a small grin appearing on his face.

“In the neighborhood?”, she simply replied.

“And decided, since you were here, maybe catch a flight?”.

“I really don’t see the airport much”, hoping to somehow, get herself out of this situation.

Willow was not moving and he knew that. He took a seat next to her on the floor.

Willow refused to look at him, her feet far more interesting to her now.

“Where are you headed?”, he asked casually.

“Canada”, she replied.

“So I’m I, a small stroll”.

Willow smiled at his remark.

“I was anyway, until I found out my ticket couldn’t”.

“Did you hear that? My flight just got canceled”, Angel responded to the disappointment in her voice.

Willow laughed a bit. This had been a crazy idea. A crazy idea that would no longer be taking form. She sighed.

“So officer, are you going to turn me in?”

Angel looked at her confused.

“Turn you in?”

Willow turned to look at him.

“Take me home, tell me what a stupid thing I was doing, then tell Giles about it, so then they can talk to me some more”, she replied with a tint of anger in her voice.

“No not really..well..no..no...Willow why were you leaving?”

“The hellmouth can take a lot out of a girl”, she said with a smile, not really wanting to answer his question whole-heatedly.

“You were leaving permanently?”, he asked concerned.

“No....vacation”, she said, thinking of her plans that had crashed and burned in front of her.

Angel remained quiet, he knew she was holding back something, he just wasn’t sure what it could be.

“I know it sounds stupid....”, she began to say as she saw his expression.

“No, no it doesn’t. I think you need it, I think you deserve it”, he said, looking deep into her green eyes.

Her eyes began to water.

“How did you find me?”, she asked, scared he knew more then she wanted him to.

“I’ve been worried about you. I was headed to the Bronze when I saw you arguing with Oz outside”.

“Then you know?”

Angel nodded.

“I followed you home, then saw you come out to the taxi with a suitcase”.

“One and one together”.

“Actually not that easy, I checked the bus terminal first, then came here”.

“You must think I’m crazy”.

“No, not crazy, lost”

Angel hit her motivation, as her face went pale. She looked away, seeing a couple pass by them.

“Willow, why were you leaving?”, wanting to hear her say it.

“Because I’m tired...confused...angry...lost”, she revealed as tears fell down her cheeks.

“Because of the vampire”

She turned to look at him, tears still falling.

“Am I her Angel?...is she what I am?....am I wrong...is she right?...will I be like that?....can I?”

“I can’t answer that for you Willow, only you can. It’s true vampires carry over similar traits as the person that it was with a soul, but I don’t know how much”.

“I need to find that then”.

“I’m sure Buffy, Xander, even Giles can help you...”

“No! no....they can’t. I need to find me Angel, not be Buffy’s shadow, or Xander’s supporter, Giles research girl, or Oz’s mousy, shy girlfriend. I want to be me, I want to find me”

Her words sank in. He understood what she needed.

He got up, pulling her up with him. He grabbed his duffel bag and pulled her to one of the monitors with flight departures.

“So where did you want to go?”, he asked her as he looked over the flights.

“I can’t afford to go anywhere”, she informed him.

“Anywhere you want Willow, anywhere you want to go”, he replied, wanting to help her, needing to help her.

“Angel, I can’t afford any of these places”.

“I know you can’t, but I can”.

Willow looked at him confused.

“I can’t take your money...”

“Think of it as a gift, for everything you’ve ever done for me, you know, I still haven’t even thanked you for restoring my soul...”

“No need for a gift Angel, I wanted to do it, I wanted to help...”

“Then I invite you to go with me...”

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere you want to go”, he answered.

Willow drifted from confusion, to gratefulness, settling into shock.

“Angel, you aren’t going anywhere...I was...”

“You have a list in front of you Willow, which one will it be?”, he asked, not going to let her squirm out of it, or himself.

“What?”

“There’s a flight to San Francisco, I’ve been there, it’s nice....”

“San Francisco? Angel why....”

“New Orleans, my first home here, French influence.....a bit too wild then...I can only imagine now...”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it can intense down there...but....”

“There’s Sri Lanka, never been there, didn’t know it even existed...”

“Sri Lanka? Isn’t that by India?...”, trying to keep up with his ramblings.

“Not sure I can get permission for arrival there”

“Permission?”, she asked now more confused then anything.

“There is Hawaii, I don’t know if you want something with a beach, a coast near by...”

“Beach? I do have Spring Vacation in two weeks...but Angel...”

“London is perfect this time of year, not many tourist......but too many memories...look there’s Italy”

“England, I’ve never thought about going there before....wow, Italy....”

“Paris, it’s beautiful Willow”

“Paris, I’ve always dreamed of going there. When I was smaller, Xander, Amanda, Christina and I would play we were fashion models....”

“Paris it is”, he said, keeping his hold on her and pulling her with him to the ticket counter, ignoring her protests.

“Excuse me Miss, My name is Robert Clancy...”

“Mr. Clancy, what can I do for you?”, the petite blond asked with a smile.

“My friend and I wanted to go to Paris tonight”.

“I can have your plane ready in half an hour Mr. Clancy. Which airport would you like to arrive in?”

“Which ever can grant us permission to land”

“As you wish, may I have your friends passport?”.

Willow was completely stunned. She remained quiet, too shocked to talk.

“Willow, I need your passport”, he asked, in his instructional voice, slow and short.

Willow simply nodded her head and pulled it out of her pocket. She handed it to the woman, her mouth still slightly hanging in surprise.

“If you and Miss Rosenburg would like to wait in your private lounge until all preparations are ready”

“Yes please, thank you”

“No need to thank me, it was my pleasure Mr. Clancy”

Angel smiled and dragged a wide eye Willow with him down the terminal gates.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow was left alone in the large blue lounge.

Angel had asked her to sit and wait for him while he tended to some business.

She sat down, wondering what she was doing. She was confused, but more then anything she was excited. Angel hadn’t answered any of her questions, or any of her protests. He remained quiet, pulling her with him.

She was startled as she heard a voice come from in back of her. She turned to see the petite blond from behind the counter she had met just a few moments ago.

“Miss Rosenburg, if you’d like to follow me”, she said with a smile.

Willow remained still.

“Follow you where?”, she asked.

“To your plane. Mr. Clancy asked me to come and escort you to the plane once it was ready”, she said with a smile on her face.

“Where is An..I mean Mr. Clancy?”

“Completing some forms. He shouldn’t take much longer. If you’d like to follow me?”

Willow didn’t know what to do. <Stay put, what are you doing?> a part of her asked. <Finding Willow, that’s what she’s doing>, the silent, repressed voice replied. <Once in a lifetime chance right?> She swallowed and smiled, following the woman out the door.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Willow looked on in awe as she was escorted, not to a terminal, but onto the runway. She stood before a private plane, a simple white plane with dark tinted windows. She went up the stairs and nearly fainted. It looked.....homey.

“I’m sure Mr. Clancy will be coming along soon”, the petite blond told her.

Willow simply nodded, still speechless.

The clerk left, closing the door to the plane slightly.

Willow could not believe what was happening, she was in a dream she was sure she would be awaking from soon. She took off her cap, placing it on one of the five comfortable captain chairs. The plush white carpet left a trail behind her. At the entrance of the plane, a TV and VCR set the main cabin with a large sofa like chair, a comfortable distance away. She walked past it and saw four chairs on one side of the plane, a pair facing each other. On the opposite side stood a small like wet bar, with a tiny refrigerator on the side. She was completely amazed, so much so, she never heard the two people enter.

“Will there be anything else Mr. Clancy?”, a tall brunette next to him asked.

“Everything has been stocked as requested”, she informed him, looking over the list she carried in her hand.

“and the luggage?”, Angel asked.

“This is quite embarrassing Mr. Clancy, and please do accept my apologies on behave of the staff, but we seem to have misplaced it”, she informed him, quite embarrassed.

“When do you believe you’ll be able to locate it?”, he asked, not really worried.

“I have a small army looking for it as we speak. I can have it sent over as soon as we have located it”.

“I’ll call you instead, hold it until you’ve spoken to me”

“As you wish, will there be anything further?”

“No, thank you”

The woman felt relieved. She looked over at Willow and smiled.

“I hope you and Ms. Rosenburg have a pleasant trip, I’ll inform Derek he can prepare to leave in ten minutes, and again, my deepest apologies”.

The woman left, leaving Willow and Angel alone.

“Angel, are we really going?”, she asked him, not sure if she was sane.

“You’ll like Paris”.

“I’m sure I will, but Angel this is too expensive, I don’t want you spending so much here, it isn’t worth it, I can go and see what a train ride will cost to Canada”, she reasoned, hoping and scared at the same time.

Angel couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Are you laughing at me?”, she asked a bit mad, knowing he probably thought she was a child.

“No...no Willow I’m no laughing at you. It’s just...well I’ve never met anyone as thoughtful as you”.

Willow blushed, compliments where not something she received often.

“Willow I’ve been around for more then 240 years, more years as Angelus, then as Angel. I was evil, as well as greedy. It all comes together”.

“Angel you aren’t evil”, Willow began to protest.

“That is debatable”, he said.

“Angel...”

“Money isn’t a concern to me Willow, my father was a merchant, it runs in the family. I’ve made good sound investments”.

“But Angel, this is too expensive, the plane, the trip, and I almost forgot the stay...I’ve heard Paris is way too expensive, no Angel, I can’t let you spend that kind of money on me, it isn’t worth it..”

Angel stopped her as he heard her last words.

“Willow you are worth it. You’ve given me back my soul, my life, and I’ve never even bothered to thank you for that. I’m sorry it took so long to do that. Buffy told me what happened to you, the time you were in the hospital, even then you tried again and it worked. How do you think I can ever repay you for that? There would never be enough money to spend on you”.

“A simple thank you would do”, she said, her cheeks flaming red.

Angel couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No it wouldn’t.

“Mr. Clancy, Miss Rosenburg, we are ready to take off, if you would please seat back, buckle up, we are set to leave in 10 minutes”, the pilot’s voice said over the intercom.

“Angel.....Mr. Clancy?”

Angel knew the question.

“A silent partner”.

“Partner of what?”, she asked him curious.

“Part owner of Sunnydale Airport”, he replied simply.

“And this is his corporate plane?”, she asked.

“His personal corporate plane”, he replied, motioning them to seat.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, Angel took notice.

“Vampires are ruthless, the smart ones think about the future. You have to think about eternity”.

It made sense to her.

They sat down, facing each other, and buckled up.

“Angel why are you doing this?”, she asked him, looking up at him.

Angel remained silent, looking into her searching eyes. The rumbling of the engine woke him from her trance.

“To thank you, help you...like you’ve always helped me”, he replied as the plane began to take off.

“Angel you have nothing to thank me for...I helped a friend”, she replied with a smile.

“And now I am”.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Wow”, she commented as she took a look in back of the mini bar. She took out a bag of potato ships and moved over to the fringe.

Such an array of drinks she had never seen before.

“So what will it be Angel, Pepsi, Positive A, 7-up, Negative B, or just water?”.

“I’ll take Pepsi”, he replied.

“Good, ‘cause I’ve been craving Negative B”, she said as she took the bag and soda in her hand.

Angel couldn’t help but laugh. She handed him the bag and put her stuff on her chair.

“I’ll be right back”, she said and headed off to the bathroom.

She closed the door and waited, looking at herself in the mirror. She fixed her hair and clothes, feeling giddy. She opened the door, not stepping out yet.

“Finished?”, she asked.

Angel tossed the bag in the trash, and thought about what Willow had asked him.

“What?”

She took it as a good sign and walked out, heading back to her seat.

“Eating”, she replied casually.

Angel looked at her a bit surprised.

“I know you don’t like feeding in front of other people Angel, but I don’t mind, you have to eat like I do so whenever you need to or want to, you can do it in front of me, where friends remember”, she said.

Angel was simple amazed by her. He went to sit in front of her. She was busy opening her chips.

“Willow, why did you break up with Oz?”, he asked out of the blue.

Willow froze. She hadn’t expected that question from him.

“I.....I...”, she struggled to find the words, her eyes tearing.

“I’m sorry Willow, it isn’t any of my business”, he quickly said as he saw her expression change rapidly.

Willow looked at him, her eyes close to tears.

“I..I need....I need to figure out some things on my own....it isn’t far to...him”, she replied, trying hard not to cry.

“I didn’t mean to...”, he began to say his voice full of concern.

“No Angel....I needed to hear it too”, she replied.

Angel changed the subject, not wanting to see her cry.

“So how long are we in Paris?”

Willow’s mood changed.

“A week?”, she hoped.

“Willow, what about school?, your parents?”, he wondered.

“My parents are in a secluded retreat for two weeks. It some sort of stress reliever trip their company sent them to. Phones aren’t even allowed. I have to call them every two days, just to check in with the receptionist. Amy’s going to Utah for a week, school assignment project, even though I didn’t need to go, Amy convinced the teachers I was going with her and her parents, so I made up all the work this week, for next, so technically, I’ve already gone to school for next week. So both my parent’s and school think I’m in Utah, in a secluded cabin”, she said proudly.

Willow kept surprising him. She had hatched a close to perfect plan.

“What about Xander, Buffy?”, he asked.

“If I would have told them about it, they never would have left me go off alone. I left them letters, each one, even Giles”.

“Willow you could have gotten hurt, or worse, going alone”, he told.

“Not really. I’ve been practicing. I learned more spells, protection spells more then anything, but some other ones that might come on handy”, she said with a smile.

She had thought of everything, somehow Angel knew she would have.

“Did I get a letter?”

Willow looked at him a bit confused, then realized what he was talking about.

“Of course”, she said as she began to munch on her chips.

She stood up and extended her hand out to him.

“Now let’s veg out”.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel looked down and saw Willow sleeping peacefully in his arms. They had managed to veg out three hours in front of the TV, catching a marathon of “Dark Shadows”. It had been more of a comedy then suspense. They had played a fierce game of Monopoly, leaving Angel completely in debt as he landed on Willow’s ‘Broadway’ hotel. He had to issue an IOU, but vengeance was his as he beat her twice at Scrabble, having to take out a dictionary more then once. They had returned to the TV to finish off the evening with ‘Carrie’, which Angel feared had affected her more then she had led on. They ended the evening talking about life in Sunnydale. Willow had been drawn more then once to tears. He had pulled her in his arms, trying to console her. He noticed she was asleep when she didn’t answer his question.

Now after an hour of holding her, Angel began to feel sleepy. He carefully carried her in his arms and stood up. She stirred a bit, but remained in her deep sleep. Angel headed to the back of the plane. He opened the door and stepped into a small bedroom. The queen size bed filling the room. He carefully placed her on the bed. He joined her a moment later, discarding his jacket to the side. He pulled her in his arms, enjoying the feel of her so close to him. He kissed the top of her hair, his eyes closed. A strange warmth spread inside him.

“Paris will be good for the both of us”, he muttered and joined Willow in sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Giles read the letter carefully. He had noticed Willow slowly withdraw from the group. She had been spending more time with Amy, but never really thought any of it. He sat down, realizing she was gone - alone.

His thoughts were interrupted as Buffy and Oz rushed in.

“Giles, Willow’s gone!”, Buffy’s voice shaky.

“She broke up with me tonight....I thought she was....I didn’t know she would....I just didn’t know....I didn’t listen....I didn’t stop her”, Oz said, more to himself then to the group in front of him.

“I know”, Giles replied.

“How did you know?”, Buffy asked surprised.

“I received her letter”, he answered, looking over the letter in his hands once more.

“I did too”, a voice in back of them commented.

Xander had come running over to the library, hoping to still find her here.

“Letters? You both got letters?”, Oz asked confused.

“So did I”, Buffy confessed, looking next to her at a very hurt Oz.

“What did they say?”, he asked, hoping to find an explanation.

Giles began.
 
 

Dear Giles,
 
 

By the time you read this letter, I will be very far away from Sunnydale. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to tell you, but I needed to get away for a couple of days.

Please help the others understand why I left, I just needed to leave.

Please don’t come looking for me, the hellmouth needs everyone’s attention. I’ll be back in about a week. My parents and school believe I’m on a special field trip with Amy in Utah. If it helps, you can also think of me in Utah.

Be careful, and let everyone know I’ll be fine.

If you need some research done, I’ll be happy to help you when I get back.
 
 

Willow
 
 

They didn’t understand.

“What are we going to do?”, Xander asked.

“Look for her”, Oz said as he stormed out of the room.

“I’ll call Angel, the more people looking, the better changes we have of finding her”, Buffy replied, heading to his office.

Giles nodded in agreement. Xander got up and heading out the door, hoping to find his friend.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

The plane landed in the Orly Airport at exactly 4:00 p.m. After two hours of waiting for the sun to set, Angel whisked her away to their hotel.

The ride into Paris was not long. She could hardly maintain her excitement.

Angel led her into the most extravagant hotel she had ever seen. Angel pulled her to the counter with him, since she had completely frozen at the doorway as she saw where they would be staying.

Angel could only smile at her reaction.

“Merci”, Angel said as he accepted the card for the room.

Angel waited until Willow took in the beauty of the hotel, then pulled her to the elevators.

She almost fell back as he opened the door and looked inside the room. It was a dream or she had struck gold. Angel closed the door behind him and inspected the room.

Willow walked to inspect the room with childlike wonder. Before her stood a small mini bar/lounge area, stepping deeper into the room she saw the large king size bed.

“This is the only room they had left”, Angel informed her a bit disappointed.

“Angel, this...this is all wonderful”, she replied, close to tears as she hugged him.

Angel was a bit surprised by her reaction, but soon hugged her back.

“What did you want to do first?”, he asked her, not aware that he had begun to caress her hair.

“Anything”, she said as tears began to fall down her face.

Angel wiped them away.

“Willow don’t cry, during the entire trip you aren’t allowed to cry. If you do then we head back. This is for you, a time for you to completely concentrate on you and no one else. You will be happy here”, he said a bit sternly.

She nodded her head in agreement.

“So what did you want to do?”

“Celebrate”, she said with a smile.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel took Willow over to the Latin Quarters. He wanted her to be around people closer to her age bracket. He took her to a pub he had always loved visiting when he was here. Unfortunately, it was nothing like he had ever remembered it.

“Wow Angel, I never really thought you would come to places like this”, she told him as she looked around. It was a rather lighter bar, with a small stage in the middle of the floor, tables around.

“Full of surprises”, he commented flashing her a small smile.

She pulled him inside, smiling at everyone around. Angel noticed, and glared at the men whose heads she turned.

“This looks good”, she said happily as she made it over to a table by the stage. The bar was a bit crowded, something that made Angel feel uneasy.

“So what’s the poison?”, she asked him a bit giddy.

“Strong drinker”, he teased.

“I can hold my own”, she said with a smile.

“I’ll get us a couple of drinks”, he said as he got up and headed to the bar.

Willow jumped a bit in her chair, completely excited.

As soon as Angel disappeared two gentlemen came to greet her.

“Bonsoir. Permettez-moi de me presenter. Je m’appelle Jean Varton”,

“Oh...Bonsoir..ah Je m’appelle Willow”.

Both men smiled at her and began to talk to her in French, giving her a drink, she believed they had purchased for her, and took a seat.

“Je parle un peu le francais. Parlez-vouz anglais?”, she hoped.

“Oui, a bit of English”, the man with blond hair answered.

She smiled, thankful.

“Good”.

“You are Irish?”, he asked as he pointed to her hair.

“Non, je suis americaine”, she replied, her past French classes coming back to her.

“Your tongue speaks French well”, the older gentlemen said with a rather large smile.

Willow blushed, taking a sip from the drink they had offered her. Her throat burned, never having tasted such strong alcohol. She tried not to make a face, but knew she probably was.

The men quickly stood as she heard a familiar voice in back of her speaking in foreign tongue. She tried to understand their brief conversation, but they spoke too fast for her. The men soon left and Angel took his seat in front of her.

“You scared them away”, she told him.

<If only she knew> he thought, chuckling a bit.

“I would never do such a thing”, he told her with the most innocent face he could muster.

Willow laughed. She accepted the drink he had bought her. It was so sweet, she quickly finished it. Angel offered her a taste of his, which was much stronger then hers. Only is was more then a just a sip. She pulled down her ponytail, letting her hair fall loose on her shoulders. They continued talking, enjoying each others company. It was soon time for another round of drinks and Angel left to get them.

As soon as Angel disappeared, two other gentlemen came to pay her a visit. Willow had never felt such attention placed on her. They offered her another drink she gladly accepted. It was gone before Angel returned to scare them away.

They resumed talking, happy to be far away from Sunnydale. Willow downed her drink, sneaking a sip from Angel’s. She jumped once more in her chair as she heard some familiar music fill the pub. Angel was happy to see her finally relaxing, she had been a bit tense since they had left California. She excused herself to the bathroom, turning to leave only to return and ask him where they could be. Angel chuckled as he directed her.

Willow understood and began to laugh. She had just asked a man who never needed to go, where the restroom was. She smushed through the large group and finally found it.

Angel was having fun, something he thought he was now incapable of doing.

Ten minutes after she had left, she had not yet returned. Angel was worried. He got up and headed to the restroom. To his complete surprise, he found Willow seated at the bar with a group of people, listening to her intently. She looked up to see Angel and smiled.

“Angel come meet my new friends, friends this is Angel”, she said happily.

They all turned to him.

“Bonjour Angel”.

He gave her a stern look, as she flashed him her most adorable, innocent, sweet face she had.

Angel chuckled.

She got off the stool and said goodbye to her new friends as she followed Angel back to the table.

“Oh!”, she said as they reached the table. Angel looked up to see a band set up inches away from them.

“Jean”, she said surprised as she saw the drummer of the band.

He smiled at her throughout their entire set, as Willow thumbed to the music they played, even dancing a bit on her chair.

This was a side of Willow he had never seen before in his life and he was enjoying it. <I’m the only one that’s seen this side of her> he thought, bringing a smile to his face.

Willow thought she was just giddy, but Angel knew better. She was drunk. He counted the empty glasses on the table. Eight, of which he only took two sips of, not counting the four he had seen on the counter when she was at the bar.

They alternated from talking loud to hearing the music.

“I’m thirsty”, she yelled.

“I’ll get you a coke”, he said as he got up.

“Merci”, she said with a smile.

Angel waited for the drink as the lights suddenly went off, the bar completely left in the dark. He hurried over to the table and panicked as his eyes could not find her. The cheers of the loud crowd covered the introduction that Angel missed. He looked around frantically, searching. A dim light illuminated the singer on the stage. Angel fell back on a chair in complete shock as he saw Willow holding the microphone.

Her first song was a hit, applause heard from each corner of bar. The next she dedicated to Angel, her voice becoming soft and sexy. A chill ran down his spine as she walked over to him, her look...sensual.
 
 

Electricity, eye to eye, hey don’t I know you?, I can’t speak

Stripped my senses on the spot, I’ve never been defenseless,

I can’t even make sense of this.

You speak and I don’t hear a word.
 
 

What would happen if we kiss?,

would your tongue slip pass my lips?,

would you run away?, would you stay?

or would I melt in to you?

mouth to mouth

lust to lust

spontaneously combust.
 
 

She moved in back of him, her hand carefully touching his neck.
 
 

The room is spinning out of control, act like you didn’t notice, brush my hand

forbidden fruit, ring on my finger, your such a moral moral man,

would you throw it away no question?, will I pretend I’m innocent?
 
 

Willow whispered the verse in his ear, making Angel hold on to the chair.
 
 

What would happen if we kiss?,

would your tongue slip pass my lips?,

would you run away?, would you stay?

or would I melt in to you?

mouth to mouth

lust to lust

spontaneously combust.
 
 

What would happen if we kiss?, ah
 
 

She stood up and began to caress his hair, looking down.
 
 

I struggle with myself again, quickly the walls are crumbling

Don’t know if I can walk away.
 
 

What would happen if we kiss?,

would your tongue slip pass my lips?,

would you run away?, would you stay?

or would I melt in to you?
 
 

She stopped and stepped in front of him, his hand taking a hold of her hand. She stared into his eyes, knowing he reflected the same rush she had.
 
 

If we kiss, if we kiss...oh...if we kiss....if we kiss....
 
 

The lights went out as the cheers and applause began. The roars grew louder as the entire lights came on showing the man kissing the petite red head.

Angel let go of Willow’s lips as his mind processed the sounds. He looked down at Willow, who opened her eyes and began to blush.

Angel became uncomfortable at the stares they were receiving. He grabbed her hand and began pulling her toward the exit. Willow followed until someone else grabbed her other hand and stopped her. Angel looked back to see the drummer holding onto her.

The argument began. Willow remained in the middle, amused to hear the colorful French words used, each man still holding a hand.

She looked at each man smiling, Angel was loosing his temper, while the other was loosing his patience.

Then it began. Jean pulled Willow towards him and punched Angel in the nose. Angel let go of Willow and rammed into him. Willow remained looking on smiling. As Angel pounded on the mans’ face, a woman jumped on top of Angel. Willow became infuriated. She pulled the woman off him, pulling her hair back. She turned to see Willow, but before she would react Willow punched her in the eye, shoving her into a group of women.

The bar fight began, everyone too liquored up too care or know why they were fighting, just joining in the fun.

As everyone began to fight, Willow looked frantically for Angel. As she turned her head she was punched in the cheek. Willow fell back, but not before grabbing the woman’s hair, pulling her down with her. With the slayer move she flipped them over and punched her in the nose, making her knuckles hurt. Her second fist missed as she was pulled away. She turned and punched the person who had grabbed her. It was Angel.

Willow apologized as she saw him scope down and pull her over his shoulder. Willow shielded her head as elbows, hands, and knees flew. She was happy to breath in the night air as they finally made it out.

Angel walked down the block, heading back to the hotel.

Willow remained quite, enjoying the view she had. She hadn’t meant to, but her eyes gazed down to admire his quite adorable, nice curved ass.

“You have a very nice butt”, she thought out loud. She covered her face with her hands, feeling her cheeks burn. She couldn’t believe she had said it out loud.

Angel stopped, then turned, moving three steps and putting Willow down. Angel didn’t know what to say. Willow looked away, but Angel pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

Angel searched her eyes, his gaze burning her alive. She wasn’t sure which spoke, the alcohol, or her sobriety.

“Don’t you want to touch me?”, she asked.

“Willow..”, his voice low and breathless.

“Don’t you want me?”, she asked close to a whisper.

Angel pushed her against the building, plastering her body with his.

“Does that answer your question?”, he asked, his lips dangerously close to hers.

Willow gasped as she felt his need pressing into her.

Angel smiled and crushed his lips to hers.

Willow could only respond. New emotions coursed through her body. She pulled Angel’s head closer to her, not feeling close enough to him. His tongue slide inside her open mouth with urgency, needing to tastes the wonders it held for him.

Willow debated if it was necessary for her to breath, never wanting his lips to leave hers. Oxygen could wait no more, as she began to wiggle against him, trying to find the strength and want, to pull him away from her.

She heard a small moan come from Angel as he responded to her actions. She pulled his head away from her and took a deep intake of breath. She looked into his eyes and could see a soft glow in them, a chill running down her spine. She wanted more, and damn the consequences. She pulled him to her lips and began anew the kiss. She quickly deepened it, already missing the taste of his tongue. He kissed her urgently, wanting so much more.

Slowly the realization of what they were doing began to dawn on him. His body retreated, his mouth slowly pulling away. It wasn’t right, he had no right.

“Willow...”

“Angel...”, her eyes searching for an explanation.

He stepped back from her, scolding himself for such weakness.

“We should head back to the hotel”, he said reluctantly.

Willow looked down, really not wanting to leave. She nodded in agreement and stepped forward, only to feel the world around her spin. She felt lightheaded and closed her eyes. She fell forward, Angel’s arms catching her before she fell.

“Willow”.

She tried to reply, but had lost her voice as she felt a bit sick. Angel carried her to the hotel, flying down the street.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

<There goes breakfast> she thought. This was her fifth time and it didn’t seem to be getting better. She leaned back, hitting her head on a shelf.

“Be careful”.

Willow nodded in agreement, her head still hurting, now with an extra bump on it.

She put the toilet lid down and laid her head on top of it. She jumped back up in pain as her cheek felt the lid.

He sat next to her on the floor and moved her head to look at him softly. He touched her red cheek carefully.

“Hurt?”

Willow nodded.

“So does my hand”, she replied as she showed him her red knuckled. Angel caressed her hand.

“Done?”, he asked with a small smile.

“Yes”, she whispered.

Angel put his arms under her and carried her out of the bathroom.

She looked up at him and looked at the bruise she had caused by his cheek. She caressed it, then kissed it lightly.

He sat her down on the bed a bit shaky.

She tried to focus her eyes, as she started seeing the room spin.

Angel went to the fridge and took out two bags.

Willow decided to lay back, her head finding the comfort of the pillow. Angel looked down at her, and smiled. He placed one small bag of ice on her cheek, and the other on her hand.

She thanked him as her eyes began to droop. Angel pulled over a chair and sat in front of her, watching her fall asleep. He looked over at the clock, 4:00 a.m. His body ached, an unfamiliar yearning to be close to her, to feel her warmth engulf him. Eyes open or closed he saw her.

It would be a long sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow awoke, her head pounding. She shifted in the bed and felt a hand over her. She turned slightly, hoping she knew who the arm belonged to.

Her mind replayed the nights event.

Hotel..bar..drinking..fun..stage..singing..to....Angel...kiss...fighting...punching.......over shoulder....tongue...body...., she was ready to crawl under a rock and die. He had just witnessed the most embarrassing night of her life. How could she face him? What would he say?!. In her panic, she didn’t notice him wake.

“Willow?”

She buried her face in the pillow.

Angel looked over her, worried to see only red hair.

“Are you O.K.?”, he asked her concerned.

“Yes”, a muffled replied.

“Willow look at me”.

She couldn’t.

“Willow, you can’t hide there forever”.

“Yes I can”.

“Willow, you were drunk”.

“Please don’t remind me”, she pleaded.

“We need to talk about this”, he told her as he sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“We really don’t”.

“You’ll need to breath”.

Willow knew he was right, but held out.

“I’m not leaving”.

Willow sat up, her red eyes and face looking at him.

“Angel....I’m...I’m sorry”, her voice cracking, looking down.

“What are you sorry about Willow?”, needing to know.

“Last night, I don’t know what got into me”.

“About ten drinks”, he chuckled.

She looked up surprised and smiled.

“I must have been terrible to be with last night”.

“No Willow you weren’t. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. You were carefree, open, hell you even got me talking, even better, we didn’t talk about the hellmouth, we talked about each other”.

“I had fun too, but the fight..”, then she remembered, “Oh Angel, I’m so sorry I punched you, I didn’t know, you grabbed me and I reacted, I hope I didn’t hurt you”.

Her panic made him laugh.

“Willow don’t worry. It didn’t hurt, though you have a great right hand”, he said with a smile.

Willow smiled, her face turning redder.

“Willow...you have a very nice voice”, he said as he remembered her serenade to him.

Willow’s eye grew wide, remembering how she had acted, what had happened.

“Angel...on the street...I didn’t...I..”, she said knowing they would be heading this way.

“You were drunk”, he told her.

“I knew what was happening Angel, I didn’t...I didn’t...”, she said her cheeks burning.

“Want to stop?”, he asked.

She looked down, completely mortified.

“Neither did I”, he replied softly.

Willow looked up, his words sinking in.

“Angel....what’s happening...?”, she asked.

Angel couldn’t honestly tell her. He was as confused as she was.

“I don’t know Willow, maybe it’s the after affect of the vampire, maybe it’s something we tumbled onto, maybe something we had, I’m not sure”.

“What do we do?”

“Keep you away from alcohol”, he joked.

Willow hit him softly on the arm.

“That you won’t have to worry about again”.

“Good, but in cause we get into another bar fight, I won’t have to worry about you, you can hold your own. I have proof”, he said with a smile as he touched his cheek.

“I’m sorry Angel, I can’t say I regret it, it was fun, well maybe not the vomiting, Oh..you saw that too, can I be more embarrassed”.

“Willow I don’t want you to feel ackward around me”.

“Angel, I don’t.....well in the begining maybe...but at the bar...I felt safe around you”.

“Safe”, he muttered <not exactly what I was looking for, but>

“and now, a lot more..comfortable, happy, open”.

Angel smiled.

“That would go for me too”.

Willow smiled.

“What now?”

“I help you find you, and you help me find me”.

“and the rest....”

“Willow I can’t lie to you. I am attracted to you. More then I ever have been attracted to anyone, but.....what about Oz?”

“We broke up before I came....what about Buffy?”

“Buffy and I can hardly manage being friends”.

“Then were both alone”

“And in Paris”, he reminded her.

“In Paris alone, finding who we are”, she said.

“Exactly...Ms. Rosenburg would you do me the honor of joining me tonight?”

<A date?!> she hoped.

“Unless you have an previous engagement with Jean”, he asked amused.

“Non, Monsieur. It would be a my pleasure”.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow couldn’t believe the power she had. It was amazing. Angel had sent her shopping for clothes, food, and any other necessities she believed she needed. He had handed her his personal credit card, which contained authorization for her to us it. It was unbelievable. She walked out and breathed in the cool Paris weather. The sky looked bluer, the sun a bit brighter. She walked down Rue de Castiglione and began her shopping.

She thought of all she and Angel had spoken about. She missed her friends, she missed Oz, but having Angel with her, the sadness she felt disappeared. She got goosebumps each time she remembered his touch, his look. She may have been drunk last night, but everything she had said, everything she had done, she had wanted. She loved the way she felt.

Her shopping spree included some jeans, a couple of shirts, a handful of dresses, and three pair of shoes. She still loved what she wore, but she wanted to be more daring. By the time she returned to the hotel, her headache had subsided, her stomach much better, and carried more then ten bags. She entered the room and saw the bed done. She looked around the room, not able to find Angel. She took out her clothes, and put the rest of her stuff away. She noticed a small note on the nightstand.
 
 

Hope your shopping went well, I should be back shortly, Angel
 
 

She smiled and took off her shirt. All she wanted to do was take a shower. She headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She was halfway through her shower as she heard a knock on her door.

“Willow?”

“Angel, where have you have you been?”, she asked, her eyes closed, as the water fell on her face.

“Finding something to wear. How was shopping?”

“I really need to pay you back”.

“I thought we talked about this already”

“But I really shopped Angel, I bit too much”

“I can assure you, I won’t go poor”, he said with a chuckle.

“I just wish there was a way to thank you for everything”, she said as she washed the soap off her body.

“You can always let me shower with you?”, he said, shocked to have said it out loud.

Willow blushed as she imagined her in back of him.

“I’ll let you watch”, she teased.

<That was an invitation> he thought as he opened the door, making her shriek in surprise.

“You said I could watch?”, he said, noticing her reflection on the damp mirror.

“Angel!”, she said as she tried to cover herself, then saw he wasn’t coming in. <He likes games>, making Willow smile.

Angel was a bit hesitant in closing the door. He could make out the outline of her body in the mirror, making him grow.

“I’ll wait for you in the lobby”, he yelled, knowing if he saw her in a towel or robe, he would lose it.

“Where are we going?”, she asked, but was too late, he had closed the door.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow walked into the lobby and looked for Angel. He was standing, looking outside the large window. She strolled over to him, looking out the window next to him.

“Excusez-moi Monsieur, I’m looking for a tall, dark handsome, filthy rich vampire. Have you seen him by chance?”.

“Non Mademoiselle, but I am available”, he said with a smile.

“All right then, you’ll have to do. I can always go and find Jean”, she said deviously.

Angel turned and took her hand, placing it on his arm.

“I can assure you Mademoiselle, after tonight, you won’t want anyone else”, he said, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

They walked out of the hotel, and walked down the street, taking in the sights.

“Where are we headed?”, she asked excited.

“A surprise”, he replied.

They continued walking for about five minutes then found the spot that made Willow speechless. They had arrived at the Place de la Concorde.

She looked at the fountains she had always seen in postcards. The soft light eliminated the Greek Gods, as if in Olympus. The clear blue night, and moonlight showing off all it’s beauty.

She looked on at the lit obelisk, admiring the hieroglyphics. She turned to see in front of her, the Arch of Triumph, to the far left the enormous Eiffel Tower. She looked in back of her and saw the wonderful garden. She looked at him teary eye. Never before had she seen such beauty. Angel slid his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“I want to show you the Jardin des Tuleries”, he said and pulled her safely across the crowded intersection.

The gardens were wonderful, beautiful beyond compare. Angel supplied some history, fascinating her more. He showed her his favorite statues, and the small fountains in the middle. Children rented miniature boats, helping guide then in the water. The tall trees caressed them on either side. They felt a peace in them they had never quite felt before.

They continued walking, finally reaching the destination he had wanted her to see.

Her mouth dropped open. Before her stood a palace. Anything so big, so beautiful, she had never seen before. He pulled her from the spot she had become glued to, and headed towards the glass pyramid.

A gentleman waited outside the entrance.

He spoke with Angel, not paying attention to the French they spoke, she was too busy admiring the building. Angel pushed her slightly forward, the gentleman holding the door open for them to enter. They went down the escalators as Willow noticed something important.

“Angel, there aren’t any people”, she looked at him a bit worried.

“I rented it for the night”, he replied casually.

“You rented the Louvre?”, she asked almost choking.

“Just for tonight”.

She was about to protest and demand he get his money back, but he simply looked at her and told to be quiet and enjoy.

She did as he asked. It took them the entire night to see the entire museum. They covered all four floors, talking about the paintings and themselves. They walked through history, admiring the skillful hands of statues that graced each corridor, of wonderful visions of painters on canvas, on the ceilings and the walls. They walked out three hours before sunset, their hands having come accustomed to holding each other. He took her to a near by cafe and sipped a bit of coffee as she ate.

They walked back to hotel, Angel finding out she was ticklish and taking advantage of it. She squealed as Angel ran after her, knowing what he would do. A smile spread across her face. She was pulled back, as skillful fingers began their brutal attack. She fought, but it was useless. She was at his mercy. He heard her laughter and felt a warmth in him he craved. He soon stopped, as he caught sight of her beautiful green eyes.

She looked up to see his dark eyes gazing into hers. She felt the air change around them. She swallowed, seeing his head move closer. She inched forward, hoping.

They closed their eyes as their lips touched softly. He drew her in his arms, her body leaning into him. He was about to pull away, but her hand moved to hold him there. After a moment, it was over, leaving them speechless, looking at each other, in the middle of the square.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow hurried back to the hotel, as she looked at her watch. She had less then half an hour before the sun set. She had gone to visit the sights in the sun, but soon realized it wasn’t the same without him next to her. She missed him.

<He kissed me!> she said with a giggle.

They had done a little more then that before, but this time it was different. She felt it.

She rushed into the hotel, and went to the front desk. She spoke with one of the gentlemen that she knew spoke a bit of English. She thanked him for the directions and went up to her room.

She found Angel coming out of the bathroom, half dressed. He had on his black pants, but had no shirt on. He began to dry his hair.

“Where did you go?”, he asked as he sat on the bed.

“Out...shopping....seeing”, she stammered, trying to avoid staring at his well defined chest.

“Anything you liked?”

<Very much> she snapped herself out of it.

“I should shower”, she told him as she walked over the bathroom.

“Willow, are you O.K.?”, he asked noticing her odd behavior.

“Good, fine, well”, she said as she grabbed her robe.

“Were are we going tonight?”

“It’s a surprise”, she told him with a smile and disappeared into the bathroom.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel sat in the lounge chair wondering what had happened.

He was in Paris, with Willow, in the same hotel room, and kissed her last night, though they had done a lot more when she was drunk.

He chuckled a bit as he remembered what had happened that night. She was changing, she wasn’t the same Willow he had met in Sunnydale, but she wasn’t the Willow that had crossed dimensions.

She was finding herself in between.

Even his attraction to her had changed. It ran deeper now, his need for her greater. It went hand in hand with getting to know her better.

He got up and headed to the elevators. Willow had needed to change and had sent him out.

He smiled once more, something he now realized he did more often because of her. He actually felt happy, something he thought he had been condemned to live without.

Buffy. He didn’t think twice about leaving her. He couldn’t honestly say he missed her. He did at times, but thoughts of her vanished when he was with Willow. More and more, thoughts of her occupied his mind, pushing the image of Buffy farther away.

He knocked, making sure Willow was dressed. He was about to open the door when he heard no reply, but remained still as she opened the door.

His mouth dropped as he saw her. His eyes growing wider, taking in her complete view. She smiled, content with his reaction. She turned around and walked back to the bed.

Angel looked on, recovering from his shock.

“I shouldn’t be much longer”, she told him as she took out her purse and began to apply some makeup.

Angel simply nodded, acknowledging she has said something. His eyes couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Her very tight leather pants clung to her body, empathizing each curve she had. She wore a simple satiny charcoal top allowing him a hint of the cleavage he had seen three weeks ago. The spaghetti strips showing off her creamy white shoulders. Her hair was soft, loose and bouncy. She looked ready for the runway, making him question her surprise.

“Willow, where are we going?”

“Just a nightclub”, she replied as she turned to smile at him wickedly.

Angel arched his eyebrow as a chill swept down his back, a voice inside of him telling him to be scared, very scared.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow refused to tell him where she was taking him. They walked down the Avenue des Champs Elysees toward the beautifully light Arch. They enjoyed their walk hand in hand, looking at the many shops and boutiques around them. Willow wasn’t quite aware of all the stares she was receiving, but Angel did not miss one. He glared at each man that took a look at her, feeling a tinge of pride, knowing that whom they looked at was with him.

They laughed, talked, joked, simply put, having a wonderful time with each other. They were both meeting two completely new people, yet with the joy of knowing each was causing that change in each other. Angel could see a group of people hanging outside the street ahead and knew they had found her club. As they made their way through the crowd of people Angel had an odd feeling they were looking at him and not Willow.

Willow smiled at the bouncer and took out her money to enter the club. To Angel’s surprise the bouncer checked him out.

“He’s a what you American’s call hot”, he said and agreed to let both of them enter, taking Willow’s money.

Angel felt a little uneasy and just a bit violated. Willow pulled him inside, but not before the bouncer winked at him.

His eyes immediately adjusted to the darkness inside. The music invaded each mind, the beams of light playing with the senses. Couples danced on the floor as singles remained by the walls. Willow led him to a table with no chairs, her body already moving to the Euro music. He followed, his eyes glued to what seemed the only woman in the club.

She looked around the club, her body energized by the music. Once they reached the table, Angel pulled Willow close to him, his mouth whispering into her ear.

“Willow this is a gay club”.

“I know, but isn’t it great”, she replied.

“Why did we come here?”

“I found out about it while I was surfing on the net, then I asked about it this morning and they all told me it’s one of the funest and hipest clubs in Paris”, she said hoping he saw her most adorable face she could muster up.

“You should have told me we were coming here”.

“If I had you never would have come. Relax Angel, I’ll get you something to drink”, she told him and headed off to the bar. Angel remained still, glued to the table. Angel was starting to relax when he felt someone pinch him. He turned and looked at a man walk away and turn, blowing him a kiss. Willow returned and placed the drinks on the table to see a very worried look on Angel.

“Angel?”.

“I think that guy just made a pass at me”, he told her.

Willow couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t you laugh at me, your supposed to be protecting me”, he informed her.

Willow smiled and walked up to Angel, throwing her arms around him, pulling him down for a smoldering kiss. Her hand roamed down his back, patting the ass she liked so much. She pulled away from him and looked around her.

“There, your mine, and half of the men here saw it. I scared them away. Except maybe the bartender, he asked for your number and told me he sent the drinks on the house”.

Angel pushed the drink away from him, not wanting to encourage anyone. Willow saw his reaction and laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you”, she said.

Angel smirked, his eyes becoming narrow, making Willow give him her best, I’m innocent, I’m sorry, aren’t I too adorable to resist look.

“Let’s go buggy”, she told him as she pulled him onto the dance floor.

They danced all night, their bodies moving closer with each song. They lost themselves in each other, enjoying the feel of being so close.

They only stopped when Willow needed a breather. After her third rest, Angel was the one to pull her with him back on the dance floor. Willow moved closer as the song started, feeling the words energize her.
 
 

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Darling here we are again

right about now there is a need to tell you what I’m feeling

I’m so grateful to have a man like you

who knows what to do

makes me feel like a woman should.
 
 

Angel’s hands moved to her waist, her arms up in the air, her body brushing his a bit, as her hips swayed from side to side.
 
 

Ohh yeah

When I close my eyes

I break down and cry

is something about the way you melt me

The thought of your kiss

my heart can’t resist

it’s all ‘bout the way you melt me
 
 

Angel pulled her closer, his hands moving slowly down her legs, his body reaching out to her.
 
 

Never thought that I would find

so much peace of mind

And every moment that I share with you

sometimes I don’t know why

we fell so deep in love

but then it all comes back to me because
 
 

Willow’s arms encircled his neck as she began to softly push up against him, her lips moving to the lyrics.
 
 

When I close my eyes

I break down and cry

is something about the way you love me

The thought of your kiss

my heart can’t resist

it’s all bout the way you melt me
 
 

Angel enfolded her in his arms as they swayed to the seductive rhythm of the music.
 
 

When I’m with you I feel so good no one loves me like you
 
 

When I close my eyes
 
 

When I close my eyes

I break down and cry

is something about the way you melt me

The thought of your kiss

my heart can’t resist

it’s all bout the way you love me
 
 

When I close my eyes

I break down and cry

is something about the way you melt me

The thought of your kiss

my heart can’t resist

it’s all bout the way you love me
 
 

As the song ended, Angel kissed her, softly lifting her off the floor. They were soon kicked out of the club, violating policy.

Angel and Willow walked down the street, entwined in each others arms, laughing at how everyone had stopped on the dance floor to stare at them. He took her down the avenue to the Arch, where he was able to bribe the night guard for a quick look at the top. He bent in front of her and flipped her over his shoulder and went up the 400 hundred steps to the top.

They made it in record time. He carefully placed her on the ground and showed her the beautiful city lit up at night. It was breathtaking. Willow looked around, the soft breeze teasing her hair. Angel stood beside her, looking at all the angles she moved to. In front of her stood the antique of Paris, buildings and gardens of the past and in back of her stood the modern Paris, the newer buildings and futuristic influence. She stood at the gateway from past to future. They walked over the railing, looking down, seeing ant size couples walking by.

Angel took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled and turned to look into the dark brown eyes that always found a way to melt her. His head leaned down and found her waiting lips. She trembled as his tongue tasted her lips, which parted, welcoming him in. His body carefully pushed her against the railing and pulled her up, setting her down on the ledge, standing between her legs, his arms securely around her. Willow’s hands had taken their place in his hair, making sure to keep him close to her. She pulled back, the need to breath too great and a small fear poking her senses. His mouth had trailed down her chin, settling on her neck.

“Angel?”, she called out softly.

Angel stopped his kisses, moving his head up to look at her.

“What are we doing?”, she asked, confused, guilty and wanting.

“I don’t know Willow, but I don’t want it to stop. I feel alive when I’m with you and I don’t want to loose that. Let’s do what feels right, what we want. Let ourselves go to each other Willow”, he said, his emotions overwhelming his thoughts.

“Damn the consequences”, she replied with a smile as she leaned forward, her lips catching his in an open kiss.

Their tongues met, a shiver of delight invaded their bodies. Her tongue wrestled with his, wanting to learn his experience, as Angel craved to know the hidden depths of her mouth.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

They walked down the street, their arms around each others waist, their passion for each other disturbed by a disgruntled guard at the Arch. They walked down the boulevard, enjoying their new found intimacy. They went to catch a bite to eat, Willow eating, Angel watching, or as Willow had explained to the waiter, watching his figure.

They walked back to the hotel, a silence coming over her. She was nervous, she had never done anything like what she had done with Angel. Not even with Oz. This was all new to her and wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it.

Angel could sense her nervousness, she was in deep thoughts, thoughts she kept silent about. They made in up to their room and walked in, an ackward silence around them. She headed to the bed and sat on the edge.

Angel walked over to her, kneeling in front of her.

“Angel are we......did you...?”, she tried to ask, her nerves overtaking her. She blushed at her boldness.

Angel looked at her with a disappointment, something she often saw on other male faces, but had hoped never on him.

“Willow, you have no idea how much I would love to...”, he told her.

“But I’m not what you want”, she said, her insecurities creeping back. She fought to hold back her tears.

Angel heard the anger in her voice and was a bit surprised.

“I know, you don’t have to try and explain it, I understand, I’m not Buffy right”, she said with more anger in her voice, a tear falling from her eye.

She tried to stand and get away from him, but he grabbed her hands and pulled her back down.

“That’s right, your not Buffy, your Willow. The same Willow I find irresistible. Yes, that Willow. I wish I would take you now, feel you, posses you, kiss you, touch you, please you, you have no idea how much I would like that, but I can’t”, he said frustrated.

“Then why don’t you?”, she asked as more tears fell.

“Because I know I’ll find complete happiness in your arms....then I would lose my soul again. We’re alone here Willow, if I change there wouldn’t be anyone here to help you and I never will to hurt you again”, he said sadden by his fate.

“But you can’t lose your soul..”, she began to say.

“Yes Willow I can. I’m more then sure I’ll find complete happiness if I...we...I will and I won’t risk that, I won’t risk hurting you”, he assured her.

She smiled at him, her tears drying, her hand finding his cheek.

“You can’t lose your soul Angel, I anchored it to your body permanently”, she revealed.

His face had leaned into her touch, but then shot up as he heard what she had said.

“What?!”, he asked in disbelief.

“Ms. Calendar had the original curse spell, and I had her journals and spells on the computer, so I reaserched a bit more, even asked Giles about it, though he did call me crazy, that there was no such thing, anyway, I searched for a way to change the words to anchor your soul to your body forever, and I found it. That’s why it took so much out of me”, she said trying to catch her breath.

Angel couldn’t believe what she had just told him. He quickly placed his arms around her, his weight a little more then she could handle, making them fall back on the bed. Willow hugged him, but soon felt a jolt of excitement as his body lay on her.

“Are you sure?”, he whispered in her ear, his tongue licking her lope.

“Extremely”, she said as her nerves come back to her.

“I didn’t know...I was never told....”, his hand caressing her back.

“No one asked”, she replied, her heartbeat racing.

His tongue soon drifted from her ear to her neck, kisses soon forming by her cheek. He felt her tense, her nervousness arousing him more. A fear washed over her, which he soon smelled and stopped his actions, as much as her fear had hardened him further, it worried him more. He pulled back and looked into her frightened eyes.

“Willow?”, he asked tenderly, searching her eyes for an explanation.

“I’m still a virgin”, she whispered.

Angel barely caught what she said, after a moment her words sunk in.

His face turned to that of surprise. Willow felt the urge to explain.

“I’ve never been with a man...with anyone really...I...I”, she stuttered.

“I understand”, he said as he began to pull back, but was stopped by her arms around him.

“What do you understand?”, she asked, sure he had assumed something else.

“Your first time should be with someone...someone mortal...it should be special.. what you’ve always wanted”, he said, his voice back to the sadness she had always heard.

“Angel, I want it to be you”, she said.

He looked at her, needing to know if she meant it.

“But...what your offering is something too precious for me to have”, he replied.

“So I should just give it to some guy who would probably think of it as another conquest. No Angel, I want to give it to you. I want you”.

“But...it’ll be too intense Willow...I might...I not sure I could control myself from....”, he said a bit worried now that he had thought about it more.

“Control from what?”, she asked him, wondering at his comment.

“From...from biting you”, he said a bit ashamed.

“Oh....well how did Buffy take it?”, she asked, wondering if his bites would be as good as they were three weeks ago.

“I never bit Buffy”, he replied, knowing what her next question would be.

“Then why....?”

“Willow, there’s something about you that makes me want to be more intimate with you, biting is something I haven’t done in a very long time, but with you....it’s just different...I want to taste you in every way”, he replied, lust rushing through him once more.

Willow blushed. She wanted to satisfy him, just as she was sure he would be careful with her.

“Then maybe a crash course would be good first?”, she said surprising the vampire.

“I don’t want to hurt...”

“If it’s anything like what you did in the library or the Bronze, then it won’t hurt”, she confided in him.

“But...”, he began to say, a part of him still trying to protest.

“I trust you Angel, now all you have to do it trust me”, she said with a smile, meaning in her words.

Angel smiled down at her. Was it possible to accept him as what he was?

“Are you sure about this Willow?”.

She smiled and kissed him softly.

What started off softly became urgent. His tongue pried open her mouth, seeking the rewards of her. They dueled as his hands began to move down, cupping her cheeks, pressing her against him as he lifted her a bit and placed her further on top of the bed, where his body could cover hers.

Willow gasped as she felt him touch her and lift her, excitement, fear and longing all mixing in her body. His hands traveled up her back, his mouth leaving hers. Willow in took the air she needed, closing her eyes as she felt his kisses on her chin, moving down

to her neck. She tilted her head, telling him to do what they both wanted.

Angel’s fangs pierced her skin softly, tasting her as his erection grew to its fullest. Willow moaned aloud, the initial pain soon leaving and being replaced by the pleasure of his sucking. Her body arched against him, her mound grinding against him as her hands kept his head close to her.

Angel had missed tasting her sweet warm blood. Her whimpers of pleasure heightening the taste. He pulled back not wanting to take too much, his tongue licking the small wounds. Willow began to caress his hair, loving his body on her.

He pulled back, looking down at her.

“Did I.....”, he was about to ask, but saw the large grin on her face.

“I liked it”, she confessed as her face turned red.

Angel chuckled. She was amazing.

“So did I”, he said with a smile. He bent his head and kissed her once more.

Angel wanted to feel her on top on him and flipped them as her tongue licked his lips, coaxing his mouth open. Willow could feel her body begin to relax against him, that was until his hands squeezed her ass, pushing her against him, feeling his erection pressing on her. Her body slid to the side, never leaving his mouth, making Angel move on top of her once more.

Unfortunately, the bed had ended. Angel was about to roll over Willow, but there was just no more room. He fell on the floor, dragging Willow with him. Willow broke the kiss as she began to laugh with a small mixture of pain, her foot hitting a near by chair. Angel couldn’t help it and join her in her laughter.

“Are you O.K.?”, he asked her through laughs.

“Yeah, you’re a good cushion, just my foot”, she told him.

“Your foot?”

“It hit the chair”, she explained.

The night activities had caught up with her and laid her head on his chest, her head snuggling under his chin. Angel began to caress her hair, dead feelings reawakening.

“I like this Willow, I’m happy with you”, he said.

She clung to him a bit tighter.

“Me too”, she said as her eyelids began to close.

They remained on the floor, until Willow fell asleep. Angel carefully pulled himself up, carrying her in his arms to the bed and tucked her in. He joined her after a moment, pulling her in his arms, content to have her this close. He fell asleep, his dreams with only her.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Have you heard anything?”, Buffy asked as she entered the library.

“No Buffy, I’m sorry, I haven’t”

“What about e-mails?”

“Xander checked them an hour ago. There are none”.

“What about Angel?”

“No, I’ve tried reaching him at the number he gave me, but there’s no answer”.

“You don’t think he was...”, she said, scared to finish the thought.

“I’m sure we would have heard about it by now Buffy. If not by the killer at least by the followers”.

“I know your right, but...”, she said, missing Willow and Angel.

Giles wasn’t sure what to do. So he decided on what seemed to work on anyone with tears in their eyes. He hugged her.

Buffy was surprised, but soon accepted his embrace.

“They’ll come back”, he told her.

“Thank you Giles”.

He pulled away, knowing that had not settled any of their worries, but seemed to help.

“G-man anything?”, Xander asked as he joined them.

“Nothing Xander”.

“Where can she be?”, he asked himself out loud.

“She doesn’t want to be found”, Giles commented.

“What about Angel?”, he asked suspiciously.

“We aren’t going to hear that crazy theory again are we?”, Buffy asked annoyed.

“Have you even thought that he might have kidnapped her?”, he asked them.

“I’m sure even if he did, Xander, he would have told us by now”, Giles told him.

“Because that’s want Angelus would have done, but its Angel now, so he never would have done that”.

“Willow even left a letter for him at the mansion. She knew what she was doing. She left, making sure no one could followed her”.

“Anyway, what would Angel want with Willow, he loves me”, she stated, making them turn to stare at her.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow had been in the spa since noon. She awoke at 11, to an empty bed and room. Angel had left, but sent up someone to wake her and take her to a spa. She didn’t even have enough time to change, her appointment half an hour away.

Now in her fourth hour, she had had 2 massages, a milk bath, a facial, manicure, pedicure, wrapped in seaweed to be rinsed off in a jasmine aloe bath. Willow had stepped into a part of heaven she would remember forever.

At exactly four-thirty she finally got word from Angel. She accepted the card anxiously.
 
 

Hope your enjoying yourself. Be by to pick you up at 6:00 p.m.

Can’t wait to see you. Now it’s by turn to surprise you.

Angel
 
 

As she tucked the note away in her clothes, four gowns were brought to her room, with boxes of shoes, a chest of jewelry, and a handful of accessories. She was in a dream she hoped she didn’t wake from for at least another week.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

She looked at herself one more in the mirror, still shocked it was her. They had trimmed her hair just a bit, putting it up in a French twist, her bangs slicked to the side. She had chosen a long sleeveless green dress, with a slit in the front. The golden green enhanced her green eyes, and made her hair look fiery. She had needed to cover up her bit marks, just in case and choose the long shaffon scarf, wrapping it around her neck, letting the ends fall down her back, close to her knees. The dress fit snug, making her feel confident when she walked. A long slit, up to her mid thigh, made her daring. She thanked her bra, making cleavage visible for the heart shaped front of her dress. Her heels, not that high, made it possible to walk.

She looked over at the clock. He would be coming for her at any moment. She took her purse and walked over to the reception area of the spa. Her makeup had been light, making her face look softer then usually. She looked at the beautiful bracelet on her wrist that was handed to her as a gift from Angel. She was sure the earrings she wore where diamonds, they were just the right size for her ear and sparkled.

She was nervous. She knew what tonight would be and couldn’t wait. Too deep in her thoughts she never realized the person standing behind her, smelling her wonderful aroma.

“Excusez-moi Mademoiselle, I am looking for a beautiful, enchanting woman, with wonderful green eyes, red hair that even fire envious. Have you seen her by chance?”.

“Oui Monsiuer, she stands before you”, she said with a smile, still refusing to turn.

“Would Mademoiselle do me the honor of joining me tonight?”, he asked seductively.

Willow turned to face him, her half smile firmly in place.

“I would love to”, she replied as she looked over Angel and nearly began panting. She had always thought he was handsome, but now was corrected. He was gorgeous. He was dressed in the most elegant modern tux she had ever seen.

Angel devoured her with his eyes. She looked perfect. He’d never met someone with such beauty inside and out. He took her gloved hand and placed in on his bent arm.

They walked out of the spa, the Paris lights fully lit and led her to the waiting limo. He opened the door and help her in. He entered sitting next to her. He couldn’t help but look down at her, her slit parted at the thigh. He was brought out of his thoughts, by her voice.

“Where are we going?”, she asked him.

“It’s a surprise. You surprised me last night, tonight I surprise you”, he told her with a wicked smile.

The drive was only five minutes, Angel helping Willow out of the limo. Before her stood a magnificent gothic building. He guided her into what was a restaurant. Angel talked as she admired. She was sure they charged for just breathing in their air. They were escorted to their table on the second story, giving her the opportunity to look over the ledge and see the people below them. Angel smiled to see her look so happy and admiring it’s beauty. That was something he did, and was happy to see her do the same. They ordered, conversation coming easy to them. When the food arrived, Willow ate as Angel picked at his food.

After dessert, the couple left, to Angel’s second surprise. She stepped out to see the magnificent opera house. Once inside, Willow’s eyes grew large. The staircases were long and elegant. The chandelier itself was precious. Angel took her to their private box and waited for the symphony to begin.

Angel was pleased to see she enjoyed it. They were caught up in the after party, once the performance was concluded. Willow lost Angel in the shuffle. She walked out of the Opera house and waited for Angel.

“Why would a beautiful woman be standing outside alone?”, a voice asked from in back of her.

Willow turned to see one of the gentlemen who had been eyeing her in the box adjacent to theirs.

“Pardon Monsieur”, she said, hoping he left her alone.

“I just find it odd that your escort would leave you alone. Such a gem as yourself should never be alone”, he said as he moved closer to her. Willow stepped back, her head firmly high.

“I am waiting for my escort sir, now if you’ll kindly excuse me”, she said, remembering the dialog from movies <speak sophisticated>.

“A woman as beautiful as you should never be alone”, he said moving even closer.

Before Willow could reply, Angel did.

“Quite right. I do completely agree with you. Did you wait long, mon chere?”, he asked as he walked over to her and took her hand, placing a kiss inside her palm.

“Just a little”, she replied.

He smiled at her, then glared back at the man still in front of him.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”, he asked him.

“No, no just concerned”, he said as he excused himself and left.

“Will I need to put a bodyguard to protect you from all these men?”, he asked as he opened the door to the limo for her.

“No, you’ll do just fine”, she replied as she entered, Angel following her with a smile.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“The final stop”, he said as he helped her out of the limo. They were at the rivers lower banks. She looked up to see a long white boat waiting for them.

“Angel”, she said, her face lighting up.

“I thought it looked nice”, he said casually. Angel pulled Willow with him and entered the large boat.

He took her to the third deck as the boat began to pull away. She looked out over the river and the tour began. Angel became her personal guide as they saw the many sights of Paris. They past the lit Eiffel Tower to their left and apartment complexes on their right. They passed bridge after bridge, seeing the elegant designs. The outside of the Lourve could be seen as well as the Museum Orsay with its train station look and large clocks on either side. They moved further along and saw the island dividing the river Seine in two for a short distance, the place Paris began, the island where Notre Dame held its glorious beauty. Willow was taken back by its mere power and demanding presence. The architecture itself was breathtaking. The palace was also lit along it, offering a much more ancient look. It was marvelous. Angel held her in his arms, pointing at history as they passed it. Willow turned in his arms to face him and kissed him softly. He smiled and pulled her back inside the boat with him. She followed him down the corridor, back to the lower level, all the way to the back of the large boat.

He opened the door and welcomed her inside. She looked around to see a large bedroom, the queensize bed in the middle, with a small artificial fireplace offering the room a small glow. Willow felt herself shiver as he closed the door behind him. He moved in front of her, cupping her face. He searched her eyes, kissing her lips lightly.

“Willow are you sure?, we don’t have to, you can wait”, he said.

Willow smiled, knowing that if she wanted, he wouldn’t push her, but she wanted to, she wanted him.

“I’m sure Angel, I want you”, she said blushing.

Angel kissed her, but pulled away before they’re tongues seeked each other.

Willow looked on confused, but soon realized Angel starting to take off the clips from her hair. Her hair soon fell, Angel taking a moment to smell it.

Willow remained still, feeling her heartbeat race, and her stomach get queasy.

He smiled then took her hand and carefully took off the bracelet, setting it down on the carpeted floor. He slowly began to take off each long glove, his eyes never leaving hers.

Willow already felt naked in front of him and almost jumped as he knelt on his knees and opened her slit. Her held her breath, wondering what he was going to do down there, a million images racing through her mind. He pulled her foot a bit up and took off her shoes, placing them next to him on the ground. He moved back up and touched her cheek with his hand, caressing the softness he felt. He moved in back of her and began to unwrap the scarf from her neck, looking at his bite marks. They were irresistible, he licked the wounds as his hand moved to the zipper of her dress. He slowly began to pull it down, making Willow gasp, her body becoming tense.

His tongue left her neck as he slowly began to pull down the zipper, were it ended in the small of her back. Her white strapless bra and white underwear teased him through the opening. His hands held the tips of the materials and began to pull the dress down, his body moving down with it. His hands moved and pulled her feet out of the dress and tossed it to the side. He remained in back of her, devouring her milky white skin. He took his shoes and soaks off, moving back in front of her. He looked at her nervous green eyes and smiled. He began to take off his jacket, but soon Willow’s shaky hands helped him. He moved closer to her, her fingers taking off his vest then tie, letting each garment fall on the floor graciously. She unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling on one button, but soon finishing up the task, pulling the shirt off him. She looked at his chest and then moved back up to his face. Her temperature rose as he stared at her. Then it happened.

He pulled her against him and kissed her. Her arms pulled him closer as she wrapped his arms around him. His tongue seeked hers and their mouths opened simultaneously. His arms circled her waist pulling her body tighter to him. Willow moaned in his mouth, feeling his naked chest against her.

As they were, Angel held Willow against him, walking over to the bed and softly laid her down. His body soon covered hers as she arched her body against his. She felt his erection press against hers, making her moan louder, her need becoming greater.

Angel pulled his lips away from her, looking into her lust filled eyes. He moved his body off of hers, laying next to her, placing one of his hands on her stomach, the simple contact making her skin feel on fire. He whispered into her ear, nibbling on her lope.

“Show me where you want me to touch you mon chere, show me”.

Willow couldn’t believe what he was saying, but his hand wasn’t moving. She swallowed hard as she placed her hand on his and moved his hand up, stopping it on top of her covered breast.

“Is that all?”, he teased, his teeth biting down on her lope a bit hard, making her body arch forward.

She moved his hand back down, to her stomach, but kept moving it lower, over her panties, in between her slightly parted legs. She moaned, then realized that was not what she wanted. She jerked his hand back up to her stomach, confusing Angel. He was about to question her, but soon felt his hand move back down, under her panties. She made his hand cup her and slipped one of her fingers inside her, her gaze moving to look at him, instead of their hands.

Angel smiled, then kissed her hard as he heard her request.

“Rub me”, she panted.

Willow was on a roller coaster of emotions she could not explain. She wanted so much and knew Angel could give it to her. Her tongue seeked his as his fingers began to slide insider her. His light, soft touches tortured her. She wanted more, her hips thrusting forward, wanting more contact with his hand.

Angel smiled, happy she was responding so early. His thumb massaged her clit as his other fingers teased her entrance. Small moans escaped her mouth, exciting him more. His erection pressed against its confines, begging for release, but Angel wanted to take it a bit slower for Willow.

His finger gained speed as her hips moved faster, her breathing quickening. Willow closed her eyes, surrendering to the magnificent pleasure his hands envoked. Her stomach tightened, and he knew she as near. Angel pulled his mouth away wanting to hear the scream he was sure would come.

His mouth rested by her ear, whispering sweet words in French.
 
 

“Ouvre ton coeur, o jeune ange, a ma flamme”
 
 

That pushed her over the edge, her eyes opening wide, as she reached her climax, wetting his hand.

Angel kissed her, his tongue seeking hers as he felt a smile form on her face. He continued to coax her through her first orgasm, letting her enjoy it fully. But Willow wanted more. Angel laid back on her as she wrapped her arms around him letting him lift her slightly off the bed.

His hand left her womanhood and snaked around her back, unhooking her bra. In one swift moment, he pulled the bra off her, pressing her aching breasts against his chest. Willow moaned to the feel of his nakedness against hers.

He laid her back on the bed, his mouth leaving hers, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them roughly with a mixture of tenderness. His mouth reached one of her hardened nipples, licking it slightly.

Willow could not stop the noises coming from her mouth. She moaned louder and arched into him, grinding into him as she felt his wet warm mouth cover her tip.

Angel sucked and teased as his other hand, pulled on the nub lightly. His mouth left one breast to feast on the other. He felt Willow thrust her hips against his and pressed his down, keeping her down on the bed. His mouth ended, his hands cupping their fullness once more and squeezing them. Willow’s body was on fire, her hands protesting against his departure. He trailed lower, his tongue licking down from her breasts to her bellybutton. His tongue teased in and out, loving the moans and screams escaping her mouth.

His mouth soon reached the waistband of her panties, licking his lips, wanting to taste her. His teeth took their position and began to pull them down, his hands helping on either side. Willow as going mad as she felt his chin pass her swollen lips, his nose teasing her. His hands soon pulled them off her, her legs clenched shut.

Angel looked at her and smiled.

“Just a taste Willow.....let me taste you”, he said seductively.

Willow hesitated for a moment, put soon spread her legs, inviting his mouth. Angel moved between her legs, his hands moving under her, spreading her further for his delight. Willow gasped and waited as she looked down and saw Angel smile with anticipation. He took in her smell, her arousal beckoning him. His mouth soon covered her, exploring regions no one had ever ventured through.

Willow thought she would die. The sensations in her overwhelming her. Her hands lost themselves in his hair, pressing him deeper into her.

Angel tasted the sweet nectar that called out to him, grateful he did not need to breath as her hands pushed him further in her. He felt her body begin shake and knew she was close. Two fingers soon joined his talented mouth, wanting to make her scream.

Willow did not disappoint, yelling out his name as her second orgasm ripped through her body.

He remained licking, trying to make it longer.

After she regained some sense back, she sat up pulling Angel’s head away from her dripping heat and kissed him with urgency. She tasted herself, but could care less, her need to have him it her taking over. Her hands unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper, Angel helping her. He pushed her back on the bed as she pushed down his pants, releasing him from its confines.

Control, that was what Angel need, Control, but it was just too damn hard. He felt Willow’s hand squeeze his ass, and was nearly pushed over the edge. He managed to get out of his pants as his lips captured hers.

“Tell me what you want”, he said against her lips.

“You....Inside...Me...NOW”, she responded, her hips thrusting forward.

Angel smiled, as he spread her legs further apart, positioning himself to enter her. He kissed her once more, his tongue plunging deep in her mouth as he entered deep in one savage thrust, changing her forever. Willow screamed, Angel moaned, their cries muffled by each others mouth, tears forming in her eyes. He waited, letting her adjust to his intrusion. His mouth left hers, lifting himself a bit off her, his weight on his arms. He looked into her eyes, his voice full of tenderness and gentleness, his mouth kissing the tears that had fallen.
 
 

“Ouvre ton coeur, o jeune ange, a ma flamme”

Qu’un reve charme ton sommeil,
 
 

Willow’s pain subside as her hips moved, letting him know she was ready. Angel began to move in her slowly, gaining speed little by little. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips, her arms pulling herself against him, their eyes locked on each other, Willow’s threatening to close because of complete pleasure. His voice kept her attention faintly, her hips starting to meet his thrusts.
 
 

Quvre ton coeur, je veux repredre mon ame

Ouvre ton coeur, o jeune ange, a ma flamme

Comme une fleur’s ouvre au soleil!

Ourve ton coeur, ouvre ton coeur,

Comme une fleur’s ouvre au soleil
 
 

Their erotic dance moved faster. Angel could feel she was near, her moans becoming louder, her muscles clenching harder around him. She clung closer to him, her nails slightly bruising him as she yelled his name.

“ANGEL!”.

Her orgasm hit, Angel’s only a few thrusts away.

Willow believed she would pass out from the complete pleasure she was in and almost did as her pleasure doubled as he thrust harder into her and felt his fangs enter her neck.

Angel’s orgasm hit harder then anything he had felt before, the mixture of her heat, her screams and the blood in his mouth taking him to a much higher level.

He slowly pulled his fangs out, licking the wounds he had inflicted. His arms gave out, and laid his body on her, trying to support some of his weight on his forearms. Willow still clung to him, never wanting to move. Such joy and satisfaction she never knew she could have.

Angel pulled back, looking into her face, smiling as he saw a gentle glow around her.

“Wow”, she said with a smile, the sensations still coursing through her body.

Angel chuckled.

“A little more then wow”, he agreed.

He rolled off her, gathering her in his arms. She snuggled against him, her head on his chest. Angel smiled, still able to feel the wonderful sensations in him. He sat up momentarily and pulled a comforter over their naked bodies.

He pulled her closer, one of his hands caressing her hair as another pulled her hand in his and placed it on top of him.

Willow felt her lids begin to fall, sleep welcoming her. His voice touched her soul as she heard him speak.
 
 

“Open your heart, o young angel, to my passion.

So that a dream may charm your sleep,

open your heart, I want to recapture my soul,

open your heart, o young angel, to my love.

As a flower opens to the sun

Open your heart, open your heart,

as a flower opens to the sun”
 
 

She rejoiced as sleep called her and closed her eyes. Angel looked down and kissed her hand, a smile on his face as he closed his eyes to join her.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow was the first to wake. She felt a bit tired, but more then anything she felt good. Very good.

She looked up and saw Angel’s face. A warmth washed over her. She snuggled against him a bit more, not realizing she had stirred him from his sleep.

Angel smiled, thankful the spell had worked. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy, not even with Buffy. He raised their hands up, kissing hers softly.

Willow looked up at him and blushed.

“Good morning Willow”, he said, enjoying her reaction.

“Hi”, her shyness coming back a bit.

“Sleep well?”, he asked her with a bigger grin.

She nodded her head in his chest, looking away from him.

Angel pulled her head up and kissed her lips softly.

She instinctively deepend the kiss, her body brushing up against him, making Angel moan in her mouth. He placed his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.

A knock on the door made Willow freeze.

“Pardon Mounsier”, a male voice said on the other end of the door.

Willow pulled away from him, her cheeks turning red.

Angel growled, not pleased with being interrupted.

“Yes?”, he answered, looking on surprised as he saw Willow hide under the sheet.

“We weren’t sure what time to wake you Sir”

Angel pulled the sheet up and saw Willow curled against his body, hiding.

“You know there are things you can do while your down there”, he told her with a wicked grin.

Willow smirked and began to poke him with her finger.

Angel chuckled, seeing her cheeks turn redder.

“We have already placed a light lunch on the deck for you,” the man continued.

“Thank you, we should be out shortly. How long until we reach the port?” Angel asked, his mind thinking of ways to keep them occupied until then.

“Three hours,” he replied.

“Where are the packages that were ordered?”, he asked, trying to keep his concentration on the conversation at hand.

Willow had decided she was hungry and smiled as her tongue began to lick his side, her teeth leaving bite marks down the side of his ribs.

“They were placed in the guest room, just in front of yours”, he said.

“Thank you....we should be up soon”, he replied.

Angel settled back on the bed and closed his eyes, loving the feel of Willow’s mouth on his body. A second growl escaped his mouth as she stopped her exploration and pulled the sheet off him. His eyes opened to see her wrap the sheet around her and get off the bed.

“Willow?” he called out confused.

“Hungry,” she replied with a smile and went to door, opening it slowly and making sure no one was in the hall.

“You might want to get dressed first.”

She turned and wiggled in front of him, then stepped out of the door, keeping the door wide open. Angel grabbed a pillow and covered himself. He crept off the bed and took out a pair of boxers from the drawers near by. He pulled them on as Willow entered the room.

In on hand she carried two bottles of blood and in the other a bottle of orange juice.

Angel couldn’t help but smile, seeing her wearing the sheet, which did no justice to her beautiful body. To be honest he liked her best with no clothes.

“They have a buffet upstairs?” she asked mischievously as she sat on the bed, waiting for Angel to join her.

“Yes they do, and you have clothes to change into, though I do prefer seeing you with none on,” he said with smile, becoming aroused.

Willow blushed a deep red. She preferred seeing him like that too. She handed him the blood.

“You should eat,” she told him.

Angel shrugged his shoulders and threw the bottles next to him, pining Willow down on the mattress, making the juice fly through the air, hitting the carpeting loudly. He quickly began to pull the sheet off her.

Willow moaned as she felt his hands over her.

“Angel, I told you to....,” she began to say as she felt his kisses on her stomach.

“Eat”, he completed as his mouth trailed down.

Willow understood, sensations running through her.

“I meant feed,” she said as she spread her legs for him.

“O.K.,” he replied, his mouth leaving her mound, his body soon covering hers.

His mouth sucked on her healing bite, his hands spreading her legs futher apart.

Willow knew what he wanted. She urged him on as her hands held his head were it was, her hips thrusting into his.

Angel couldn’t help himself, he entered her in one hard thrust as his fangs pierced her skin, tasting the blood that seemed to call out to him.

Willow screamed out his name, her fingers leaving a trail down his back. The pleasure he caused in her was amazing.

Angel moved into her harder, her moans making him thrust faster. His mouth left her neck, and kissed her.

Willow tasted her blood on his lips, and met his thrusts, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat. His hands moved to her breasts, pinching her nipples. Willow wanted more, needed to feel him closer. Her moans soon became screams, piercing his body with jolts of pleasure.

Angel could feel her need, his painfully near. He tore away from her mouth and as Willow’s walls began to tighten around him, he bit her anew, her blood pushing him to the edge.

Willow’s nails clawed his back as he drove her beyond last nights pleasure. She clung to him, as she began to drown in complete ecstasy. Angel joined her, his mouth leaving her neck, screaming out her name, emptying himself in her.

Angel’s arms gave way, his body collapsing onto hers. The wonderful sensations still coursing through his body.

Willow remained still, relishing in the pleasure she was in.

His mind soon focused as he felt her wiggling under him, stirring him.

“Angel, I love to have you on top of me, but your just a little bit too heavy”, she whimpered below him.

He chuckled and pulled himself up slightly, looking down at her. The happiness he felt soon turned to shame as he realized what he had done.

“Willow..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so..”

“Rough?” she asked with a smile.

“I was...it was just...”, he tried to explain, looking at the smeared blood over her chin and neck.

“It’s O.K. Angel...I liked it...actually loved it, just like last night”, she said, her smile assuring him.

Angel wasn’t sure if he was aroused, grateful or worried, <Most likely all>.

He kissed her lips softly, then moved his mouth down her chin and began to lick the blood off her.

“Still...hungry...?” she asked, her head moving back to give him better access.

“Just a bit”, he replied with a chuckle.

They both jumped at the knock on the door.

Angel rolled his eyes.

“Excuse me Sir, the captain just wanted to let you know we will be entering Paris in about 20 minutes.”

“Thank you,” he growled at him.

“My pleasure sir,” he replied.

Willow looked at him a bit worried.

“Do you think they heard us?” she asked.

“I’m sure they did, just as half of Paris heard you last night,” he replied with a smirk, taking complete credit for it.

Willow was mortified. Her eyes widened, as she covered her mouth with her hands.

“If I’d known you were going to be so vocal, I would have requested a boat with a bit more padding,” he teased.

Willow’s eyes grew wider and hit him on the arm, her face turning redder then a tomato.

Angel laughed, prompting Willow to push him off her. She reached over for the sheet and placed it over her body.

“You did your share”, she said, pouting a bit.

“I know I did, I’ve never been one to be that loud before,” he said, placing a smile on Willow’s face.

“You should eat, Angel,” she said.

Angel reached out for her, put Willow jumped back.

“The blood in the bottle, Angel!” she shirked.

Angel looked at her disappointed, and grabbed the bottle. He looked at it for a moment, then looked up at Willow.

She grabbed her orange juice from the floor and shook it, grateful it had not shattered into a million pieces. She sat in front of him, seeing his hesitant look.

“Bottoms up”, she declared as she unscrewed the bottle and drank it, hoping Angel would follow.

He didn’t like the idea of feeding in front of her, but he was sure he would never hear the end of it if he didn’t. He unscrewed the bottle and drank it, pushing the uneasy feeling away.

Willow looked at him and smiled. She looked over at the clock next to him and began excusing herself.

“Where are you going?” he asked as he opened the second bottle.

“First, get some clothes on. Two, eat”, she replied.

Angel grinned at her wickedly. Willow blushed, knowing she had chosen the wrong words.

“Human food, eat human food,” she clarified.

“So you’ll be going to the deck in a sheet?”

“No...well...no,” she said a bit worried, looking around the room.

“I had some packages brought to the boat last night. I’m sure you’ll be able to find something to wear,” he said with a smile.

“Angel you didn’t have to...all this..it’s beautiful...I love everything, every minute I’m with you, it’s been wonderful, I don’t know how to...”

“All of this has been what I’ve wanted, you make me happy, and I just want to make you happy, that’s all. This, all this is for me too.”

Willow smiled with tears in her eyes.

Angel moved in front of her and kissed her softly. He broke it reluctantly, knowing that if they continued they would end up on the floor this time <That isn’t such a bad idea> he told himself.

“You should go and eat before we have to rent the boat for another night.”

Willow kissed him on the nose and smiled.

“Thank you.”

She got up and left the room.

Angel went back to bed, his thoughts solely on the woman who had felt right in his arms.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

The “some” packages Angel had told her about turned out to be a complete wardrobe. She opened box after box, taking out dress after dress, shirt over shirt, skirts and pants, from designers she was sure Cordelia would have killed for. She had a complete new set of shoes, from sandals to gym shoes, anything and everything. But that wasn’t all, it also came with matching accessories, to matching undergarments.

What surprised her more was the fact that he knew her style of dressing, yet had an added flair, that daring edge she had been feeling lately. She choose her clothing, and took a quick shower. Her thoughts spread over the past week. She couldn’t help but smile. A tingly feeling swept throughout her body.

After 20 minutes, she stepped out and dried off. She blushed a she looked at her new undergarments. They were no longer the white cottony ones she had always worn, her new selection in front of her now were of lace and satin, some even felt like silk, in an arrange of colors, she could even make out a pair of black garter belts. She quickly changed and headed up to the deck were a buffet had been spread out for her. She looked up at the overcast sky and looked out to see them entering Paris once more.

After two hours, she went back below, she wanted to wake Angel. She headed to the room and met him in the hallway.

“Looking for me?” he asked with a smile.

Willow kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Only you”

Willow hugged him, thanking him for the wonderful gifts he had given her.

“It looks like you bought the store,” she commented.

“Actually two,” he teased.

“So where to tonight?” she asked.

“Taking in the sights”, he replied.

They felt the boat reach rock the port.

“We can always try to see if they accept us back at Queens?”

“I’m not sure Luc would want to see us.”

“Whose Luc?”

“The bartender”

“How did you know...?”

“He slipped me his number with the drinks he gave us on the house,” he said with half-a smile.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel held Willow close as they walked down the lighted streets of Paris. She ohhhhhed and awwwed as Angel explained the history and the inspiration behind it. By late in the evening, Willow and Angel sat comfortable at the Cafe de Paix, eating and talking.

They touched on subjects they had never spoken to anyone about. Sharing secrets and swapping stories. They walked out of the cafe, walking hand and hand, looking at the closed shops. Angel tried to detour as he realized they had made it to the red district.

Willow looked around, disgusted and oddly curious by the sight in front her. Peep shows, strips joints of every kind aligned down the street. She noticed as Angel held her a bit tighter against him and had effectively placed her partly inside his jacket, covering her as much as possible. She couldn’t help but smile.

Angel had, in his mind, formed a protective shell around her. He just wasn’t trying to protect her from the trash on the street, but the demons that he knew all too well that lurked around this area.

Willow abruptly stopped as she saw one of the many stores that were opened. Angel slammed into her, almost tumbling over.

“Willow?”

He looked at what had caught her eye.

She pulled him into the store, as curiosity got the better of her.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“So what do you think?” she asked.

“I think it’s interesting,” he replied as truthful as possible.

“You don’t like it, do you?” she said a bit disappointed.

“Do you?” he asked a bit skeptical.

She looked at it once more, and frowned.

“Now, no. Then, yeah”, she replied.

“It was on impulse, rebellion”, he explained.

“Always wanted to know how it could be you know.”

“Then I’m keeping you away from the amateur shows.”

“Don’t think I’d be a good stripper?”, she said, acting hurt.

“No, I’m sure you’d be very good, but they’ll solely be for me,” he said tightening his hold on her.

Willow agreed, lovely the possessiveness he had over her. She looked up at him and saw a large grin on his face.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow caught Angel staring at her as they made there way back to the hotel. He had taken her to a comedic play in the galleries, then for some ice cream next to it. She window shopped, remembering which stores she would want to return to.

“Like it?”

“It’s different, but I like the you with red hair instead.”

Angel ran his fingers through the wig she had been given as a gift by Frederic. He had finally found someone more annoying then Xander, if that was ever possible.

“Better then the tattoo.”

“I like the tattoo, I thinks it looks nice, the ivy around your ankle, I just don’t think it’s you”, he replied.

“Me neither. It’s a good thing he was nice enough put it on a rub on.”

“Yeah, really nice”, he said with a tint of anger.

To be accurate, Angel had been infuriated by Frederick’s approach. He touched her leg a little to much, stared at her more then he should have, and above all else had tried to flirt with her, horribly to say the least. Angel had restrained himself from punching him out.

They walked up to their room, Angel made sure it was locked and led her to the bedroom. He stopped her before they reached the bed and kissed her softly, hoping she felt the same desire he did. He carefully pulled the black wig off her as she leaned into him, a small moan escaping her lips. He began to undress her slowly, his hands lingering over her smooth skin. Once she stood naked in front of him, she pulled him back up and began to take his shirt off, placing soft kisses over his muscular chest. Her hands moved lower, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling the zipper slowly down. Angel let out a moan as he felt her hand fondle him. She trailed down wet kisses, her hands pushing his pants down. She took a good look at his fully erect manhood and looked up at him.

Angel licked his lips as he saw her rid him of his pants and kneel in front of him, holding his erection in her hands.

Her hand moved over it, feeling out its texture, her eyes never leaving his. Her hand encircled his erection as the other cupped his balls softly.

Her touch was brutal. He moaned her name aloud a he felt her tongue lick the length of him. His hands rested on her head, his fingers grabbing lightly on her hair.

Willow continued her exploration, her tongue licking all sides. She licked off the moisture he offered her. His moans encouraged her to place an open mouth kiss over him, her tongue swirling around his throbbing erection.

Angel knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. Her head began to move up and down, trying to take as much of him in her hot mouth as possible. Her hands began to caress and squeeze his balls, bringing his pleasure to a dangerous high.

He pulled her up and kissed her urgently. He fell back on the bed, pulling her on top of him.

Angel grabbed her hips and positioned her on top of him. Willow slowly eased into him, making Angel moan a bit louder. His hands held her hips as she began to move up and down slowly, torturing him further.

His eyes feasted as he saw her begin to bounce on top of him. His hands soon moved up and cupped her breasts, his fingers pulling her hardened nipples. Willow began to move faster, enjoying the feel of him completely in her. Her moans filled his senses and moved his hands back to her hips, one hand moving further, his thumb brushing her clit. Angel met each thrust, holding himself back, wanting to see her body shudder with her release first. His fingers moved faster as he felt her walls tighten around him. Her hands squeezed his nipples as she screamed his name. Angel joined her a second later, her name joining his.

She collapsed on top of him, her hands too weak to hold her up any longer. Angel wrapped his arms around her, the wonderful feelings she evoked in him still running through in him.

She fell into a light sleep, never hearing the words Angel whispered to himself.

“Your mine Willow, only mine”

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

After light shopping, Willow and Angel took a train ride out of Paris to one of the most beautifullest palaces in the world, Chateau de Versailles. The ride over took less then an hour, amply time for them to have a nice dinner.

The palace itself was a magnificent sight. As they walked down the cobblestone street, Versailles came into view, demanding their complete attention. Willow walked quicker, drawn by its beauty.

They entered, greeted by marble floors, hallways adorned with statues, staircases begging to be stepped up on. They walked through time, seeing each room decorated to its fullest. Velvety red, blue, green, and gold walls surrounded them. Furniture still well preserved presented before them. Paintings were hung high and low, pictures of the past looking at them.

The room that dazzled her the most <if that was even more possible> was the Hall of Mirrors. The chandeliers hung high, gracing them with their light. She saw her reflection on either side, envisioning the great balls she was sure that were held there, as well as the signing of the Treaty.

It took hours for them to see the complete masterpiece.

Angel took her out to the gardens, covering her eyes. Willow opened her eyes to see the biggest gardens she had ever seen. It’s beauty made her breathless. They began their long journey down the road, where the tall tress covered them up to the sky. Angel’s voice filled the air, telling her the history that had been lived so long ago. Estates and French patios were found. As they reached the famous canal, Willow looked up at him.

“It’s beautiful here, if only we can stay forever.”

“That would be nice,” he replied, holding her a bit tighter.

They continued walking down the path, looking at the numerous statues around.

“When do we go back to Sunnydale?” she asked, scared to think that far ahead.

“Tomorrow will be our last night in Paris. We leave the following morning.”

“Oh....wow...it feels like we’ve just arrived.”

“We’ll come back,” he replied.

Willow stopped at his reply <It’s now or never>.

“Will we?”

“I think so,” he replied, looking into her green eyes and seeing a fear in them.

“What happens when we get back to Sunnydale, Angel?”

Angel opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead he smiled and took her hand. He led her into the woods, picking one of the tallest trees in the gardens and took off his jacket. He spread it on the soft grass and sat her down, joining her, taking her hand once more.

“What do you want once we get back to Sunnydale?”

“What do you want?” she asked, hoping not to make a fool out of herself.

“I asked you first, remember”

Angel chuckled, he knew this conversation was important to both of them.

“Do you want me?” he asked, thinking that would be the best place to start.

“I do”

“In your life Willow, like this?”

“I do, but the question is do you?” she asked a bit worried.

Angel smiled.

“Just like we are here, but Willow...what about Oz?”

“We broke up when I left”

“Not for him”

Willow looked at him and for the first time knew what she wanted.

“But I want you”, she replied simply.

Angel kissed her urgently. She was what he wanted. She had somehow managed to get Buffy out of his mind, he hadn’t even missed her.

Willow pulled away. She needed to know what he thought, what he wanted.

“Who do you want Angel, me or Buffy?”

Angel smiled, sensing she feared his reply.

“I want you Willow, I need you, let me show you”, he said as his hands began to caress her stomach.

Willow knew he desired her, her old insecurities awakened, pushing her to ask.

“Just for this, this is why you want me?” she asked, not being able to hide the fear in her voice.

“Willow, I want you because your mind fascinates me, because you make me feel alive. I can talk to you, I can laugh with you, I can make love to you”, he said, his hands cupping her face.

Willow kissed him, her arms wrapping around him. He pulled her down, his body covering her. Her lips opened, his tongue seeking hers. Willow trembled under him, pushing Angel to a point of urgency. His hand moved up her knee, pushing up the fabric of her dress.

Willow pulled back from the intensity of their kiss, her fingers entwined in his hair.

“Angel..now?”, she panted as she felt his hands reach her underwear.

“Now Willow, I want you here”.

His mouth traveled down her neck, his hand reaching her underwear.

“But..here...in the..open”, she said, desperately trying to keep a complete thought in her head.

“Tell me to stop”, he challenged as he began to pull down her panties.

“You...wouldn’t”, she simply replied as she pulled her knees towards her, helping him take off the piece of material.

Angel smiled and final took them off, flipping them to the side. He spread her legs, placing himself between them. She pulled him in with purpose, kissing him with need. Her hands gripped his hair as he pulled down his pants, not able to wait to enter her.

He plunged into her, feeling her warmth enrapture him. Willow tried to keep quiet, knowing there might be people not far away, but she couldn’t help the moans that escaped her lips.

Angel drove into her harder as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him faster.

One hand held his entire weight as the other caressed her breast through the material.

She pulled away from his mouth, taking in the air she needed. Her cries became louder, prompting him to move faster.

Willow held on to him, her body clung to his, as his mouth began to leave small bites on her neck.

Then she felt it hit her hard and fast, his bite fueling her orgasm to a delightful new high. She felt Angel tremble as she felt him empty himself into her. Angel was unable to hold back the loud moan of her name.

He rested on top of her, still joined. They remained as they were as he lightly licked on the marks on her neck as she caressed his back. Angel sneaked a peek up, to see her eyes closed with a large smile on her face.

Willow felt his mouth leave her neck, traveling back to her lips. She kissed him softly, caressing his face. He pulled out of her, his hands automatically pulling down her dress, covering her back up.

He pulled back, looking down at her with a smile. He tucked himself back into his pants, amazed how quickly she aroused him.

Willow didn’t want to move. She remained looking at him as she heard his zipper. She smiled seductively at him.

“You should sit up”, he told her.

Willow panicked.

“Why, are there people coming?”

“No, put I will if you stay that way”, he said with a wicked grin.

She sat up, then felt she was missing something.

“Angel, where is my underwear?”

Angel looked around, not able to find it.

“I must have thrown it a bit too far.”

Willow looked at him embarrassed.

“What?!”

“I wasn’t really paying much attention to where I threw them Willow.”

“Angel?”

“I’m sorry, I promise, I’ll buy some once we get back to Paris, though I don’t really think you’ll need them”

Willow kicked him as her face turned red.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

They barely made it back to the hotel before dawn. They slept in each others arms until the late afternoon.

Willow was the first to wake, taking a shower and dressing before Angel even opened his eyes. She sat next to her, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Hi”

“Hi”

“Going out?”

“My last shopping day”

“Good, buy anything you want”.

“I was thinking about shopping for you today”

“Me?”

“You need a little more color in your wardrobe”.

Angel laughed. He was sure anything she bought him he would wear.

“I won’t take long”.

And with a final kiss she headed off to her last shopping day in Paris.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow returned with too many packags in hand, for Angel and for her. She was greeted by an empty room. She searched around for him, but soon saw a card on the nightstand.
 
 

Wait for you by the bar at 6:00 p.m. Don’t be late. Angel
 
 

Willow smiled and jumped in for a quick shower. Half an hour later she was ready. She took one final look at the mirror and smiled. It took her a moment to see the changes that had occurred to her. She looked happy, a little more confident, a little more mature, and a little more prettier. She smoothed over her long black skirt, with a daring slit on the side held together by buttons. She smiled and went to meet the man that waited for her.

She rushed down and entered the bar, shocked to see Angel mulled over by two attractive blondes. She couldn’t help but feel the jealousy in her rise, making her eyes narrow. She walked in, heading for the bar, taking a seat by him.

Angel looked at Willow sit and noticed her body stiffen. She didn’t bother to look at him, as the women continued the conversation he had so desperately tried to avoid. She took complete advantage, and crossed her legs, the slit on the side offering him a good view of her leg as far up as her upper thigh. Angel smiled, taking in her complete beauty. Her nice tight v-neck sleeveless red shirt showed off her arms, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Willow finally turned to look at him and smiled.

Angel was mesmerized. He stood up and walked away from both women and walked over to Willow.

“Pardon Mademoiselle, is this seat taken?”

Willow smiled and simple nodded.

Both blondes shot Willow a deadly look, watching them closely.

“I can’t understand why a beautiful woman such as yourself would be unescorted.”

“I seem to have lost my guide”, she simple said.

“May I offer my services?”

“But you seem to have your hands full Monsieur.”

“I cleared my schedule the moment you stepped in the room”

Willow smiled at him.

“Well then, Paris awaits”

Angel offered her his arm and walked out with the loveliest woman in the room.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

They walked down the French boulevards taking in everything around them. Every couple seemed to be out, enjoying the unusually warm weather. He took her to the Luxembourg Palace and its magnificent gardens. They crossed bridge after bridge, occasionally buying from a local vender. They visited the remarkable Notre Dame and visited the fortress that beheaded a queen. They walked, arms around each waist, by the lower banks of the Seine river.

One of the last destinations of the night was the Eiffel Tower. The gold light making it look magical.

Before going up, they crossed the bridge and walked over to the Palais Chaillot and played in the large water fountains. Willow hit Angel on the arm, pushing him in the fountain. She joined him and began to play a friendly game of tag. Angel caught her, and was about to place her directly over one of the water sprouts, but was stopped as a policeman soon blew its whistle and ran after them. They ran out of the large fountains and back to the Eiffel Tower in record time, Angel carrying her the entire time.

The entrance was closed, but Angel made it possible for them to enter. The elevator took them to the second landing. Willow looked out into the lighted night and saw the complete beauty of Paris. Her eyes watered as she looked at Angel next to her.

“What’s wrong Willow?” he asked worried.

She smiled at him as a tear escaped her eye.

He pulled her into his arms, caressing her hair.

“Thank you Angel, you don’t know how happy you’ve made me,” she said, as she hugged him tight.

“Willow, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

“Can we be this happy in Sunnydale?” she asked, worries she had tried to ignore plaguing her now.

“If we want, if we try”

“They won’t like it”

“Because they won’t understand”

“They don’t know us”

“Then maybe they never did to begin with”

“We’ve changed too much”

“And is that a bad thing?” he asked as he pulled back a bit, wanting to look in her eyes.

She smiled, her tears drying.

“No, at least I have you talking”

“You have me more then just talking, Willow”

“I know, at least now I have you dressing in color, well almost.”

She looked him over once more. His ever present black jeans remained, but had on a very nice brown button down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes.

“And you, look at you, the woman in you emerged. The confident, fiery Willow I have been swept away by.”

“How can I ever thank you?”

“Let’s make a deal, I thank you silently each day for saving my soul, making me happier then I have been in hundreds of years, and you never thank me for this and accept it as a very small gift.

Willow smiled and kissed him.

He held her in his arms, looking over the Paris night.

An hour later, there limo arrived, waiting for the couple patiently.

He led her to the car and helped her in. He pressed the window down, as Willow snuggled against him, saying good bye to the city that had changed them. They refused to think of anything else other then themselves and a city that extended its arms to them, Sunnydale could wait until tomorrow.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Damn it, where is she?”

Xander’s voice echoed through the empty bus terminal.

“I have no idea,” Buffy replied, looking around.

“It’s already Sunday, you don’t think..?”

He refused to finish the thought.

“No, let’s not think like that. Her note said she would be gone for a week. Her parents are already here, so maybe she called them already”.

“Then we should call...”

“And maybe alarm them, no, no way. If she doesn’t show up by tonight, then we go to them.”

“Where’s Oz?”

“Oz went to train station and Giles headed over to the airport.”

“All areas covered, good.”

“She’ll come back,” she assured him.

“I know.”

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow nibbled on her sandwich in silence. Angel looked over at her a bit worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“Angel, are we a *couple*?” she asked him serious.

“I think we’re a bit more than just a couple, Willow”, he said with a smile.

“You know what I mean, like boyfriend and girlfriend”

“Shackles and chains and all”, he teased.

“Too kinky.”

“For now?”, he asked, his eyebrow raised in interest.

Willow simply blushed a bright red.

“Going back to what we were talking about, that means your off limits to everyone, but me” she said rather proudly.

“Exactly, I’m yours, your mine”

“Ohhh...possessive”, she said with a smile.

Angel climbed on the sofa with her and tossed the sandwich in her hand to the side

“Wait, wait”, she said as Angel pushed her gentle back on the sofa.

“Yes”, his mouth drawn to her neck.

“Do we tell them tomorrow? Do we not tell them at all or do we break it to them gently?”

“Your call”

“They’re still our friends, but we have to make it clear to Buffy and Oz that its over, no chance”.

“None”, he replied, his body beginning to grind into hers.

“Then we break it to them gently” she said, trying to keep her train of thought.

“But no longer then a week. I want them to know your taken”.

“And that your only mine”, she replied as pulled his head up for a kiss.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow called her parents from the plane. Everything seemed fine. They did not suspect their daughter had run off to Paris with a gorgeous man. Angel had a car waiting for her once they left the plane. To Willow’s complete shock, she had returned to Sunnydale with seven suitcases, seven large suitcases, full of clothes and trinkets. Angel had the driver only place one in the car.

“I’ll keep them in the new apartment I rented, then we can sneak them into your house later.”

“You might want to keep them there, I might be there more often then my house.”

“I’m keeping you to that.”

“When did you move out of the mansion?”

“Three days ago. The mansion isn’t safe for you to come and visit. I even got a phone line”, he said proudly.

Willow kissed him.

“Can I get the number?”

“Only if I can have yours.”

“Deal.”

“I’ll unpack your other stuff there.”

“O.K.”

With a final smile, Angel kissed her and sent her on her way. He gave further instructions to the co-pilot and went into the airport.

He headed to the information desk and waited for someone by the name of Carol to come out with information on Willow’s original suitcase.

“Angel?”

Angel turned recognizing the voice.

“Hello Giles.”

“We’ve been looking for you, we had begun to think the worse.”

“Did anything happen?”

“No, well yes, Willow’s missing”

“Missing?”

“She left us all letters telling us she would be going away for a couple of days. We haven’t heard from her since.”

“I didn’t know, is there anything I can do?”

“We think she should be back by tonight.”

“Well if there’s anything I can do”

“I’ll call you if anything comes up. I hope everything is fine?”

“It is.”

“Good, should you see Willow...”

“I’ll let you know”, he told him as he returned his attention back to the woman at the counter.

Giles once again began his search, looking on discreetly as Angel thanked the woman and took a suitcase. He watched him leave, and pushed away the thoughts in his head.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow was greeted with open arms by her parents. They had returned from the retreat *rediscovered and rejuvinated*, which led them to the need of spending more quality time together.

After three hours of family time, they let her retreat to her room. She flopped on her bed and grabbed her phone. She dialed the number she had memorized in the car. After five rings, she heard his voice.

“Everything fine?”

“Hello to you too. How did you know it was me?”

“You’re the only one that has this number, Willow.”

“I bet you say that to all the women who call you.”

“Only those that have a designated number,” he teased.

“Well Casanova, did anything interesting happen to you.”

“I ran into Giles.”

“Giles?”

“He was looking for you, they all are.”

“I’ll call him, I don’t think I can handle talking to the rest of them tonight.”

“Good, now go to bed. You were tired on the plane.”

“That would because you wouldn’t let me sleep.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints.”

“O.K. I’ll head to bed, see you tomorrow”.

“Goodnight Willow.”

“Goodnight Angel”

Willow hung up, and smiled. Angel had that effect on her. She hesitantly dialed the next number and was grateful when she got an answering machine.

“Hi Giles, it’s Willow, just wanted to let you know I’m back. See you tomorrow.”

She hung up and began to unpack. An hour later she went to bed, hoping to fall asleep, her thoughts consumed by the man that had changed her life.

* * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow headed to school with a smile on her face. Her confidence was at an all time high, more so after she had talked to Angel. He had called to wake her up and wish her luck.

As she reached the school, she knew they would be waiting for her at the library and headed to her locker instead. She didn’t notice the stares she received or hear the whispers around her. She took out her books and headed to her first class.

Willow took her seat and waited for class to begin.

“Willow?”

Willow looked up and smiled.

“Hi!”

“How...when...Willow?”

“What’s wrong Amy?”

“Nothing...I..well...”

“Sit, Amy.”

Amy sat down, but was not able to talk to her. Class had begun.

Lunch came sooner then she would have liked. She had avoided the familiar route she usually took to classes. She was just too nervous to face them. Now it was time. She headed into the library and was surprised to see no one there. She called out, and saw Giles step out of his small office.

“Willow?”

“Hi”

Giles took a closer look at her, cleaning his glasses for a better look.

“Come, come sit”, he motioned for her, still looking her over a bit.

Willow was still not sure why she was being greeted in that way. She had already gone to inspect herself in the bathroom in case she had something glued to her face, she was thankful to have found nothing.

“Giles, are you O.K.?” she asked, worried over his silence <he should be scolding me by now>

“Yes, yes...are you fine?”

“I’m good, a little tired, but good”, she said with a smile.

“What you did....”

“I know, I should have at least told someone about it, but it was something I needed to do...I needed to..”

She was caught off by two people rushing in.

“Giles have you...”, they both began to question, but stopped once they saw her.

“Hi Xander, Hi Buffy”

“Will?” Xander asked, making sure it was her in front of him.

“Yeah...?”

Everyone’s reaction was staring to freak her out.

Xander instantly went to hug her on the chair, followed by Buffy.

Willow tried to hug them, then softly began to push them back. She was being squished on the chair, making breathing a bit hard for her.

The barrage of comments and questions began.

“Are you stupid?, something could have happened to you.”

“Do you know how worried we were?”

“You should have told someone about it.”

“Leaving in such a way never solves anything.”

“We looked everywhere for you”

“Why didn’t you even call?”

“At least a postcard, a fucken postcard.”

“A word that you were fine.”

“Why didn’t you tell any of us about it?”

“We were all worried sick about you.”

“Collect, I would have accepted a collect call.”

“Did you even think about us?”

“How this would effect us?”

“We were scared you weren’t coming back.”

“Is that anyway to treat your friends?”

“After everything we’ve gone through, you should have told me.”

“What has gotten into you?”

“You should have thought about us.”

“You shouldn’t be so selfish.”

“You should never leave without telling us.”

“This isn’t like you.”

“You never would have done this before.”

“We needed your research capability”

“Your computer know how”

Willow was never given a chance to answer. Her head began to hurt and her patience was running out.

“How would you have liked it if we ran off ?”

“You should have talked to me”

“This isn’t you, Will”

That was the comment that set her off.

She got up, smiled and walked out, never looking back.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow slammed the locker door closed. After leaving them in the library, she had grabbed something to eat and headed to class. She avoided all contact with Buffy and Xander in the rest of her classes, the anger in her still at a boiling point.

Now she stood at her locker, looking over the letter she had found inside of it.
 
 

We need to talk, please come to the library after class - Buffy
 
 

Willow was contemplating not going. <It isn’t like their going to listen to me>

But she knew she needed to face them <The sooner, the better>. She headed to the library, her thoughts too distracted to notice the person in front of her.

“Watch were you’re walking!” Harmony complained.

Willow looked up and apologized.

“Willow?” Harmony asked, not sure if that was really her.

She looked up and saw her entire group staring at her.

“That would be me,” she replied, not liking the stares she was getting.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Harmony asked, looking her over more intently.

“I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking,” she explained.

“Do you think that missing a week and “changing” will make you cool?”, Cordelia asked.

“What?” she asked confused.

“It’s about attitude, style, grace - something you don’t have”, Harmony added.

“And you have that?” Willow asked with a laugh.

“More then you do,” Cordelia replied.

Willow couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is that Versace?” Harmony asked surprised as she looked at her outfit a bit closer.

“Actually, yes it is Versace, from Paris in fact,” she replied with a smile.

“If you think a simple stupid outfit is going to make you popular think again.”

“Or even allow you to breath the same air as us, as if,” Cordelia added.

Willow could feel her blood boil.

“You’ll always be nerdy, mousy, boring Willow.”

Then it happened. Harmony fell to the floor. Years of teasing and belittling had finally taken its toll. Willow glared at the rest, her hand still clenched in a fist. They stepped back, not wanting to be punched.

Willow looked back down at Harmony and smiled.

“You know what your right Harmony, I never could be part of your group. I’m not snobby or selfish, not full of myself”, she explained and began to walk away.

The rest of the girls began to mutter under their breaths as they heard Willow’s fading voice.

“Oh and Cordy, that purse is so yesterday”.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Willow was fueled for battle as she entered the library. She was tired of having everyone walk over her. Her brash entrance startled everyone inside. The first one to approach her was Oz. She backed away from his embrace.

“Willow, I’ve missed you”

“I...I...”, Willow wasn’t able to respond.

Oz stopped, feeling her hesitance.

“I know your confused right now, but we can help you..”

“We’re your friends...”, Xander added.

“We want to help you Willow...”, Buffy continued.

“We know you aren’t yourself,” Oz concluded.

“And who I’m I, Oz?” she asked curious.

“Not like this, this isn’t the Willow we know”

“But did you ever know the real Willow?”

“We know it wasn’t Willow with an attitude”, Buffy remarked, a bit angered by her attitude.

“No, Buffy, that wouldn’t be attitude, this is actually my opinion, something I was never allowed to give before.”

“Willow, baby, everything is going to be all right”, Oz told her as he began moving towards her.

Willow backed away.

“Oz, don’t.”

“But...baby, I’ll take care of you,” he tried to reason.

Willow knew this was a mistake. It was getting no where fast. There was only one person who could take care of her.

“No, Oz, you can’t. I know I should have told someone I was leaving, or maybe leave a letter of some kind, but I didn’t and I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry I left. This was something I needed to do....”

“Sympathy isn’t going to get you anywhere right now.” Buffy told her.

“Buffy..”, Xander said, hoping to quite her.

“I’m trying to explain to you why I left...”, Willow began to explain.

“Being a bitch about it isn’t helping,” Buffy added.

Willow eyes began to get watery, but she couldn’t allow them to see her tears. They wouldn’t cry for them anymore.

“Go to hell, Buffy”

She turned and walked out, leaving a stunned group behind.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

She looked at the piece of paper in her hand once more and looked up at the abandoned warehouse. She stepped over to the door and pressed the intercom button.

“Angel?”

A moment later she heard the door unlock and a buzz. She pushed open the door and went in. She went up a flight of stairs and entered the large living room. She looked around hoping to see him. She walked over to the large black sofa and sat down.

“Willow”

The voice sent a chill down her back. She got up and turned around to face him.

Angel saw the look on her face and rushed over to her, pulling her into his arms.

“I missed you”, she muttered against his chest.

“What happened Willow, what’s wrong?” he asked her worried.

“Everything” she replied, pulling back and looking up at him.

Angel kissed her softly on the lips. He touched her hand and felt her pull back.

“Ouch.”

Angel looked on confused them looked down at her hand. He took it in his and looked at it closer. To his surprise he saw a bruise on her knuckles

“What happened?”, he asked alarmed.

“I punched someone”, she replied rather embarrassed.

“Are you O.K.?” His hands began to trace her body, seeing if he got another hurt response.

His reaction made her feel warm inside.

“I’m fine, I punched her, she didn’t punch me.”

Angel’s face turned to relief.

“Tell me, who did you punch?” he asked as he went to the kitchen.

Willow remained standing, her eyes on the floor.

“Harmony”

“Harmony? Is it that girl that Cordelia always complained about?”

“That’s Harmony”

“Why did you punch her?”

Willow hesitated in answering. She had never really spoken to anyone about her taunting before. Angel walked back to the couch with a bag of ice and sat down, pulling her on his lap.

Willow leaned her head on his shoulder as he mended her hand. Angel waited for her response.

“Everyone’s been giving me weird looks today. More then before. They’d stare at me and start mumbling things, I tried not to pay attention to it, but even Giles looked at me funny.”

“That’s understandable” he replied, knowing what she meant. He had taken a good look at her when she had come in.

“Why, it there something on my forehead or something.”

“You don’t see it do you?”

“See what?”

“Your beautiful Willow. Look at you. That’s what there seeing. Apparently you haven’t noticed what a cute waist you have, not to mention how memorizing your hair is, or the way you smile and light up a room, but then again if they could only feel those curves of yours, which they won’t. Then there are those expressive eyes of yours. Your wonderful soul. The way you walk with confidence can be it too”, he told her as his free hand began to move up and down her back, his neck lurking by her covered neck.

He looked back up at her when he didn’t receive a response and saw tears in her eyes.

“Do you really think that?” her voice full of hope.

Angel smiled and kissed her softly.

“Every bit.”

A tear escaped her eye as she smiled.

“I just didn’t just punch Harmony” she said guilty.

“What did you do?” he asked with a smile.

“I walked out on Buffy and Xander the first time. Then the second time I told her to go to hell and then I walked out”.

Angel couldn’t help but laugh. He would have paid to have seen their faces.

“It isn’t funny,”

She hit him playfully on his chest, trying to picture the faces she was sure she had left them with. A small chuckle left her mouth.

“It was a mess.”

“What did they say?”

“They scolded me, but they never asked me about me.”

“They are pretty self-absorbed”, he thought a loud.

“Their acting like I’m crazy or something. Like I’m in some king of phase. Buffy even called me a bitch.”

“I’ll punch her.” he said with a smile.

Willow looked at him surprised then smiled. Her hand caressed his cheek.

“Thank you”, she whispered.

“I’ve missed you”

Willow kissed him, needing to taste his lips. Angel gently parted her lips, his tongue seeking hers. His hand rested on her hip, as Willow began to fall back on the couch. They didn’t bother listening to the phone as it rang, but did stop as they heard Giles voice fill the room.

“Angel, this is Giles, when you have a moment could you please call me it’s rather urgent. We’re looking for Willow. She seems rather upset and we can’t find her. There is also some other rather urgent issues I would like to speak to you about. I’ll be in library.”

Angel looked down at Willow disappointed.

“There looking for you.”

“I should talk to them.”

He kissed her and reluctantly pulled himself up.

“We’ll go to the library together.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I found you at the park and I convinced you to go the library with me. Anyway, there’s no way I’m leaving you alone with those wolves.”

“We still have twenty minutes until the sun sets”, she said seductively, as she wiggled her body, tantalizing him.

“Wicked woman.” Angel managed to mutter, before his body covered hers.

* * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Angel was in the airport?” Buffy asked surprised.

“I saw him there last night, while I was looking for Willow,” Giles replied.

“What the hell was he doing at the airport?”

“I don’t know, I really didn’t bother to ask. What Angel does is his business.”

“Can we get back to Willow here? She’s the one that’s messed up,” Oz said, rolling his eyes.

“Did he tell you why he was gone, why he left, who he saw?” Buffy persisted.

“I didn’t really think to ask.”

“He disappears for a week and hasn’t even bothered to call me?”

“Buffy, please sit down and calm down. Angel and Willow will be here any minute, you can ask him then.”

Buffy pouted and sat down.

A minute later, the doors to the library opened.

“Willow, how are you?” Giles asked concerned.

“I’m fine, Giles.”

“Thanks for finding her,” Oz said as he moved toward them, looking at Willow with a smile.

Willow didn’t want to encourage him and remained expressionless. She walked over the table with Angel and took a seat. Buffy grabbed a hold of Angel and pulled him to a chair next to her as Xander and Oz sat on either side of Willow.

They weren’t happy.

Giles broke the awkward silence that had developed around them.

“Willow, I’m glad your back.”

“Thank you, Giles.”

“Did you miss us?”

“Of course I did, Xander, but it was something I had to do.”

“We know that now, and though it was hard on us, we’re willing to put it behind us. Now we can go back to what’s normal,” Buffy told her with a smile.

“We can do that, but it won’t all be the same.”

“We can try.” Oz said hopefully.

“Look, no more arguments. We each need to talk to Willow individually,” Xander commented.

Neither were thrilled by the idea.

Willow nodded, knowing that would be the best way to start, especially with Oz.

As Willow nodded her head, Buffy noticed something on her neck.

“Will, your neck, are those cuts?”, she asked her worried.

<Well, Buffy, I had a quickie and Angel bit me>

“Oh, those...those..darn scissors”, she replied trying to think of an excuse, as she pulled her collar higher.

“Scissors?” Xander asked worried.

“Yeah, scissors...I was cutting...my...hair..yeah cutting my hair.”

Angel smiled, amused.

“Oh, why were you cutting your hair?” Buffy asked confused.

“Split ends, you know how much I hate split ends and I got a pair of scissors and started snipping them off and I wasn’t really paying attention and my hand slipped and I cut skin instead.”

It sounded stupid, but she hoped they believed her.

“Did you go to the doctor, it might be..,” Oz began to ask.

“No, no they heal.”

She almost kicked herself for that comment, though she would have liked kicking Angel instead. She was sure he was enjoying this too much.

“It’s happened before?” Buffy asked concerned.

“Clumsy?” Willow replied turning red.

“Willow you might not want to do that anymore,” Xander told her.

“I might stop *it* completely”, she told him with a smile.

“You still might want to have it checked out and...” Oz began once more.

Angel’s smile disappeared. He knew what she meant. It was time to help her.

“Giles, you wanted to tell me something urgent.”

“Yes, well it’s more of a favor then anything. Angel, Willow, I’ve already spoken with the others and they have agreed to come with me...,” Giles began.

“Go where?” Willow asked.

“I received a letter from the Watcher Council last week. They want to meet with everyone.”

“Why?” Angel asked a bit confused.

“Well, you see, The Council has always had internal conflicts of sorts, but now, they have escalated. There’s always been a select few that have believed the organization must change to survive, the New Generation. What started out as a handful of people has grown rather quickly over the past few years. I was part of that movement, and when the Council relieved me of my duties I was unaware that this group challenged the Council. My case is now under investigation and some of my diaries seized. They have asked me to present my case before them.”

“That means you might get your job back?” Willow analyzed.

“I might, but I have to show them the essence of my work. The Council has acknowledged that Buffy and I as one the most successful pairings of Watcher/Slayer in history. But the New Generation has taking into account everyone that helps us. They believe because we have a support group, per say, we have been successful. I am to meet with both parts of the Council and demonstrate to them why it would be beneficial for the change.”

“We’re going to talk to them too?” Willow asked surprised.

“They would like to speak with everyone involved.”

“Giles, how do they know about them?” Buffy asked a bit confused.

“It seems they have been watching us since Wesley came to town.”

“Is Wesley part of the New Generation?” Xander asked curious.

“I’m not sure.”

“You said something about coming with you?” Angel asked, not wanting to deviate from the conversation they were having.

“The Council will be selecting a location were to meet next week, which coincides with the school’s spring break”.

“So instead of a beach full of babes we spread a whole week with a bunch a tweeds,” Xander said aloud, still not happy with his new plans.

“Its to help Giles,” Buffy defended.

Willow quickly made up her mind.

“I’ll go with you Giles.”

“Thank you Willow. Angel?”

“If I can help, I’ll go.”

“Then we have to start training” Buffy said enthusiastically, looking at Angel.

“Training?” Angel asked, as he looked over at Buffy uneasy.

“That was my other favor, Angel. I wanted to see if you would be able to give them a basic training course. I’m not sure what the Council has in mind, but I want to be prepared for anything.”

“Everyone?” he asked rather surprised.

“I know it’s a lot to ask for....”

“No, it’s not that, I’m not sure how much I can teach them in a week.”

“You’re a great teacher, Angel, just look at me”, Buffy said with a smile, her hand touching his arm.

Willow’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Angel briefly.

“Anyway, as much as you can teach them could be fine, I can help you as well.”

“When do we start?” Willow asked.

“Preferably tonight. If Angel is available.”

“That should be fine.”

“Good, then everyone meets back here in an hour for basic training.”

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow walked silently next to Oz. He had insisted he walk her home, as Buffy had insisted that Angel join her for patrol. They had looked at each other and consented. They were half way to her house when Oz broke the silence.

“Willow, I know that before you left, there were things that we said and we never got to finish.”

“Oz, you walked away. You didn’t want to listen to what I had to say.”

“But I’m here now, we can talk about it, now that both our heads are clear.”

“Oz, I meant everything I said to you that night. I know I can’t give you what you want.”

“You’re probably still a bit confused, still need a little time to yourself.”

“I found a part of me that I liked while I was gone. A lot of things happened, a lot of things changed. I’m still Willow, I’ll always be, just a bit different.”

“Different is O.K. I can handle different.”

“Oz, we need this time apart. It’ll be good for us.”

“Willow, we can...”

“This is my stop. I can make it back to the library alone. Thanks for coming with me.”

She hurried up the walkway and was about to take out her keys, when the door swung open, her mother greeting her with a smile.

<This is going to be a long night>

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“So, pretty quite tonight.”

Angel simply nodded.

“You were gone last week.”

Angel again nodded.

“Where did you go?”

Angel continued walking, his eyes focused straight ahead.

“I went to visit a friend.”

“What kind of friend?”

“I really don’t see why that’s important.”

“I do.”

“Who I know and what I do on my time is personal.”

“I was worried sick about you. When you didn’t come looking for me I went looking for you.”

“I had important things to do.”

“I know, with your *friend*.”

“You know what Buffy, I don’t need to tell you when I leave, or who I’m seeing, that’s my business, not yours.”

“Angel!”

“What?”

“The hell you don’t, I’m your girlfriend.”

“Really, and when exactly did we get back together again, Buffy?” he asked curious.

“We’ve always been together.”

“Buffy, we don’t even go out. We patrol, that’s as far as we’ve gone. This isn’t a relationship, you were right when you said it would never work between us. Your a slayer, I’m a vampire. It’s not going to work. I’ve accepted that.”

“But Angel...you love me.”

“I’ll always care about you, Buffy, but everything changed when I came back from Hell. Nothing is the same and you have to stop acting like it is.”

“You seem to have accepted it rather well.” Buffy commented, wondering why he was doing this.

“Buffy, I don’t want to argue about this...”

“Whose the whore Angel, who is she?” Buffy yelled.

“What?”

“You heard me? Who is she, who’s your *friend*? Who stole you from me?”

“No one stole me from you. This is my decision.”

“You’d never do this to me. She put you up to this? Who is it damn it?”

“Are you listening to me Buffy? This is what I want.”

“What you want is me.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you anymore. I’m heading back to the library.”

With that said, Angel turned around and left, leaving a stunned Buffy behind.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow was the last one to arrive at the library. She entered to see Angel and Giles moving the table to the far side of the room. To her surprise she noticed Amy had joined them and set up her place next to her.

Before they could start chit chatting, class had begun.

Angel took complete control of the class and began showing them the basic defense techniques. Two hours later, they were able to take their first break. Everyone left to get some water, except Willow and Angel. Once it was clear, Angel pulled her in his arms for a hug.

“Willow, what are we going to do?”

“What if we tell them and ruin everything for Giles?”

“One way or another, they aren’t going to take this well.”

“I know.”

“Do we tell them after we get back from the trip?”

“I know Giles wants to be reinstated and I don’t want to ruin those changes for him.”

“I don’t either.”

“But I don’t want to keep us a secret.”

“Me neither.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Make sure Buffy and Oz know we are off limits to them or anyone else for that matter. And once all this is over, we tell them, not a minute later, no matter what,” he told her.

Willow smiled at him and kissed him, put soon pulled away as she heard voices coming closer.

“I know I was doing something wrong..” Willow began to say as the library doors opened.

“If you stand with your left foot back further a bit, then your stance will be stronger,” he said following her lead.

“No more about the footing, I just might have to cut mine off,” Xander said as he heard their conversation.

“Willow, can I speak with you privately?” Oz asked as he entered the library in back of Xander.

Willow didn’t want to, and looked over at Angel a bit nervous.

Oz understood and asked.

“Angel, it’ll only be a couple of minutes. We won’t hold up class that long. Do you mind?”

Angel controlled himself from telling him his real response.

<The hell I do>

“No, but only a couple of minutes. We have a lot to go over.”

“Thanks.”

Oz grabbed Willow’s hand and headed to Giles office.

“Oz...” she started protesting as she saw him close the door.

“Privacy. Just a little. Willow, I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

“Oz, we’ve already talked about this...”

“To start over, I know that these past three weeks I’ve been a bit distant, paying more attention to the band than you, but...”

“Oz...”

“It’ll be a new start, then we can go back to normal, the normal couple we were,” he interrupted.

Willow didn’t want to hurt him.

“Oz, we’ve been drifting about for the past three weeks, maybe even before then. I can’t go out with you tonight, it wouldn’t be fair.”

“Willow...”

“Oz, let me finish. I met someone while I was gone. Someone that I have feelings for.”

“I see. So this guy, is it Xander?”

“No, no, we’re only friends.”

“Willow, we can make this work...”, Oz tried to convince her, not accepting defeat.

“Oz, please listen to me...”

“I am Willow, your confused. That’s what I’m hearing. I’m just trying to help you. I know it’s scary not knowing what you want, but I’m here for you. I’m trying to help you avoid a mistake that you’ll regret later...”

“I know what I want.”

With that said, she walked out of the office, leaving Oz alone with his thoughts.

He was forming a plan in his head, a way of getting Willow back.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel volunteered to walk the teens home, happy to see Buffy go patrolling with Faith.

Being the first dropped off, Willow rushed into her house, by-passing her parents, who were snuggled in front of the television. After yelling goodnight to them, she rushed to her room, waiting for the visitor she knew could come. Fifteen minutes later he appeared, carrying a rose in hand.

Willow opened the window, admiring his mysterious beauty in the moonlight.

She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying him so close to her.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked, stroking her hair.

“I was thinking about it,” she teased.

She took his hand and extended her invitation.

They snuggled on the bed, holding each other tightly.

“What did Oz want?” he asked a bit nervous.

“He wants to go on a date with me.”

Angel tensed at her response, Willow felt it.

“I told him I was seeing someone else.”

Angel felt relief wash over him.

“What did you and Buffy do?” Willow asked worried.

“I told her their was some else.” he said with a smile as his hand caressed her hair.

“How did she take it?”

“Not well, she kept yelling.”

“Angel.....”

He felt her tremble a bit and pulled her closer to him.

“I’m yours Willow, you’re the one I want, only you.”

“Good, because I don’t plan on letting you go.”

She looked up at him and was greeted with a smile. He kissed her softly, knowing she was tired.

She laid her head back on his chest, falling asleep securely in her lovers arms.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

It was the longest week of Willow’s life. She had not seen Angel alone since the night she slept in his arms. It was true, they called each other and e-mailed each other, and though that brought her happiness, she missed seeing him, touching him. She missed his arms wrapped around her.

Her parents had insisted spending their evenings with her, so for three straight evenings after self-defense class she went home to the waiting arms of her parents and played Monopoly, Scrabble, Sorry and Life. Her mother had gone as far as tucking her in, something she had never done since she was five.

School had gotten back to normal, as normal as it could be. She had spoken with Xander and Buffy individually and had cleared up must of the hurt feelings and confusion between them. She still wasn’t used to the stares she received or the fact that boys wanted to talk to her willingly. Harmony and Cordelia stayed a safe distance from her, making Xander and Buffy laugh.

Right after the last class ended, she would rush over to the library, research until class began, once the sunset. Every time she saw Angel emerge from the stacks her stomach flip-flopped and her heart soured. Then after class she rushed home, opening her e-mail, silently hoping to see his name across her screen. He never disappointed. She didn’t fall asleep until she heard his voice, so each night before she fell asleep he called. But tonight it would be different, it was Friday. She took a final look at the mirror and headed off to school.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel laid in bed looking up at the ceiling. He had missed Willow, more then he had ever thought possible. Seeing in her class wasn’t enough. He wasn’t sure if she knew, but Angel would visit her at night, lurking in the shadows, seeing her sleeping, usually with a pillow tucked in her arms. He had always been tempted to wake her, but wanted her to get the rest she deserved.

He looked over at the clock and jumped out of bed. He headed over to his computer and logged on.

He heard the familiar voice telling him he had mail. He opened it urgently.
 
 

To: shadowraven250@hotmail.com

From: redspellscaster@hotmail.com
 
 

HI! ; )
 
 

Hope you slept well. Miss you, so is the plan still on? Did you arrange everything for the trip? Do you miss me? Did you tell Giles yet? Guess what I’m wearing? Remember that nice dress I wore that you pushed up in the grass?
 
 

Missing you too much - Spellcaster
 
 

Angel smiled and quickly replied.
 
 

To: redspellscaster@hotmail.com

From: shadowraven250@hotmail.com
 
 

Which dress? If I remember correctly, I pushed up a lot of your dresses. I spoke with my friend Renee and everything has been set up. I haven’t had a chance to let Giles know. I did, however plan everything else. Tonight’s plans have not changed, just been altered. Giles asked me to go patrolling with Buffy and Faith.

I already have the tickets and we are scheduled to leave tomorrow morning.
 
 

And yes, I miss you, too much. Can’t wait to see you - So how many guys have you turned down today?
 
 

Contemplating going through the tunnels to see you - Raven
 
 

Willow blushed and returned a response promptly.
 
 

To: shadowraven250@hotmail.com

From: redspellscaster@hotmail.com
 
 

Angel are you two timing me so soon?, but not just with one, but two - how cruel.

Anyway, maybe I’ll wait for you at the apartment - Though Oz and Xander did ask me out to the Bronze. A girl can get lonely all alone.

No one asked me out today, it’s been a good day.
 
 

Lonely - Spellcaster
 
 

Willow loved teasing him. She waited in front of the monitor for his response. She switched screens as she heard Buffy and Xander’s voice.

“Hey Will, what you doing?” Buffy asked rather happy.

“Researching for Giles.”

“Sounds like fun,” Xander replied, “So, going with us to the Bronze?”

“Family night.”

“Even funner, well I’ll let Oz know your not coming.”

“What’s up with you two?” Buffy asked.

“We’re friends, nothing more.”

“No make up yet?”

“There won’t be any.”

“So this guy’s real?” Buffy asked with interest.

“Yes, he does. I have to get back to researching.”

“Okay, tell Giles I’ll be back later with Faith.”

“No problem.”

They walked out as casually as they had walked in. Willow returned her attention to her mail.
 
 

To: redspellscaster@hotmail.com

From: shadowraven250@hotmail.com
 
 

Never Willow, who else would I want, but you better be at the apartment when I get home or I’ll just have to invite Buffy over, or I’ll just take her to the Bronze.
 
 

Hopefully, once we’re seen in public, no one will hit on you. They’ll all know you have a boyfriend.
 
 

And a guy can get lonely too, but all I have to do it think of you.
 
 

A man who will be patrolling very quickly tonight - Raven
 
 

Willow’s heart beat faster as a large smile appeared on her face.
 
 

To: shadowraven250@hotmail.com

From: redspellscaster@hotmail.com
 
 

I miss you, Raven - Come home soon
 
 

She anxiously awaited his response.
 
 

To: redspellscaster@hotmail.com

From: shadowraven250@hotmail.com
 
 

I’ll race over, Spellcaster - Can’t wait to see you - Be careful - Raven
 
 

Willow logged out of her e-mail and resumed her research for Giles. She couldn’t wait to see him tonight.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel walked along quietly next to Faith and Buffy. Buffy was talking about how wonderful their trip would be and what potential it had. Angel ignored the last comment, his thoughts were on a certain redhead who should be in his apartment at this very moment.

“I’ve been there, it’s crazy, you’ll have a lot of fun. You don’t even need a fake ID”

“Sounds like a great town, just hope Giles won’t completely wig out.”

“Just ditch him.”

Angel scanned the area, ignoring the conversation Buffy and Faith were having. They had already covered the park and were more then half way done with the cemetery.

“So, Angel, do you have the tickets?”

“I was able to find five remaining seats on one flight, and two on a later flight.”

“That’s better then nothing, I guess you and me can go on the later flight.”

“In case I don’t see Giles, let him know that I found a place we can all stay at.”

“Are there enough rooms?” Buffy hinted with a smile.

Angel ignored the innuendo.

“We won’t be far from where the council has set up camp. Everyone needs to be at the airport by seven tomorrow morning. The flight leaves at nine.”

“Sounds good.”

“You’ll have to take a taxi. I’ll call Giles with the address tomorrow.”

“Okay. Did you want to go to Bronze after this?”

“Can’t, have to pack and finish with the arrangements. I think you both can finish up here, I’ll make one quick sweep at the park, then call Giles.”

Angel left, leaving both Slayers in each others company.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Angel walked into the apartment and rushed up the stairs. He smiled at he saw the bookbag next to the sofa and took off his jacket. He began looking for the redhead that set him a flame. He headed to the second landing and heard the shower. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he reached the door. He carefully opened it and entered, the steam greeting him. He throw his shirt on the floor as he looked at the woman before him.

He looked on as the water dripped down her body. He hardened as he saw her hands touch her arms and slide down her body, pushing the soap off her.

He quickly took off his pants, soaks and shoes, ready to join her.

Willow let the water fall on her face, her eyes closed. She felt a sudden draft and smiled, knowing who should be behind her. She felt his hands touch her waist, the hands she had ached for, were now traveling up her body, tracing the curve of her breast with his fingers.

He pressed her body against his, the water splashing down both of them. Her neck tilted to the side as his mouth began to suckle on the wet warm flesh he missed. His hands cupped her breasts as his fingers rubbed her hardened nipples. Willow began to moan his name, her hands moving to touch him from behind. His fingers pulled on the hardened tips making her moan louder. She squeezed the only flesh she could touch, as one of his hands moved passed her stomach, traveling lower.

He slipped his index inside her dripping core, softly stoking it.

“Angel...”

“Have you missed me?” he seductively whispered into her ear, as his tongue licked her lope.

Willow nodded her head as her hips began to rock to the rhythm of his hand. Her moans became louder as he increased the pressure, moving his hand faster, deeper, his mouth returning to lick the wet droops of water off her neck. She whimpered as his hand retreated, she had been so close. Angel’s mouth began to travel down her back, leaving a trail of wet kisses and small bites, exciting Willow further. His leg parted her legs further, his hands holding her by her waist. He carefully kneeled, his mouth kissing the small of her back. Willow tensed, unsure as to what he was going to do.

Her head fell back, a cry of pure pleasure escaping her lips as new sensations invaded her body as he tasted her from behind. Her knees became weak, forcing her to bend forward, her hands leaning on the white tiled wall.

Willow’s cries of ecstasy were music to his ears. His own need growing to an unbearable level. His fingers snaked to the front and pitched her swollen clitoris. It proved to be her undoing. She came, screaming his name.

Without a moments hesitation, he moved his body swiftly between her legs, his tongue soon replacing his wet fingers, licking the potion that had him bewitched. Willow hardly heard him, still caught up in her pleasure.

She looked down and smiled, stepping back until her back hit the other wall. Angel stood up, his predator instincts taking over as he looked at Willow cower to the corner of the tub.

She wanted to look innocent, to look fearful of his advances, knowing he would love it, he liked games and she loved playing. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, but Angel took a hold of her wrists and pinned them on either side to the wall. His mouth claimed hers as his knee separated her legs, plastering his body against hers. Willow tried to resist, play along as much as she could, but it was too hard. His hands left her wrists, cupping her ass, pushing her up, as she wrapped her legs around him. He positioned himself, breaking away from the kiss.

Angel grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands out of his hair and pinned them once more against the wall. He kissed her roughly, his tongue plunged into her mouth as he thrusted into her, burying his cock into the warmth he craved.

His thrusts were urgent, greedy and needy. Her words urged him on, wanting to make her come first.

“Faster...Angel...harder...please...,” she panted.

He thrust into her harder, quicking his pace. His mouth found her neck as he felt her muscles clench around his manhood. His fangs pierced her soft skin as she came, her orgasm more powerful then the first, fueled by this bite. Angel joined her in blissful delight a moment later, filling her with his seed.

He let go of her wrists, his hands needing the support of the wall to hold him up.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around him, feeling his body tremble against her own shaking body. They remained silent a time, rejoicing in the feel of each other.

“Did you miss me?” Willow asked, her mouth suckling on his earlobe.

Angel chuckled, regaining a bit of his strength. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands caressing her back.

“A little,” he teased.

“Me too.”

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow awoke shivering. She looked up the person holding her tightly and smiled. She pulled the sheet higher up, snuggling closer to him. She was drifting off to sleep when she heard his voice.

“Willow?”

She lazily looked up at him, a smile on her face.

His hand caressed her cheek as his eyes gazed into hers.

“Good nap?”

“I seem to rest better in your arms.”

“I really don’t want to move, but we have to get going.”

“So soon?”

“We haven’t even packed.”

“I know. I just hate having to move, when this is all I’ve wanted to do this past week.”

“Come on, you haven’t even eaten. I’ll cook you something.”

“Ohhhh, you can cook?” she asked impressed.

“I’ll have you know I am a gourmet cook.”

“This I have to see.”

“You will. I’ll cook, you start picking out your clothes,” he told her as he placed a kiss on her forehead and started moving off the bed. Instead of following suit, Willow laid down on the mattress. She looked on, enjoying the way his ass moved as he walked toward the dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxers and one of his black T-shirts. He pulled on the boxers, then turned to see Willow on the bed smiling at him. He walked back to the bed and handed her the shirt.

“Remember, pick out the clothes your taking, I’ll call you when the food’s ready”, he told her with a smile.

He left the room, leaving Willow, utterly happy with her life.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Willow ate her omelet and with two pancakes on the side. This wasn’t what she usually ate at three in the morning, but her stomach accepted it gladly. Once she and Angel ate, they tackled the horrible task of packing.

An hour later, their suitcases where packed and the taxi came to pick them up.

Willow still looked on in amazement as she stepped inside of the plane. She headed to the mini bar.

“Do you think it’ll work?” Willow asked as she took out a bottle of orange juice from the small fringe.

“It will, but we need to start calling right now.”

“Me first?”

Angel nodded as he handed her his cell phone.

Willow took it and dialed the number.

An alert voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Giles, it’s Willow”

“Willow...is everything all right?”

“No...Giles, my parents need me to stay at home to wait for an important package that they need. They had to leave last night on their business trip instead of tonight.”

“Oh dear...”

“I can catch a later flight.”

“I’ll have to talk to Angel..,” he said as he heard a familiar click, “Willow can you wait, that might be him.”

“Sure.”

“Hello?”

“Giles”

“We have a bit of a problem”

“What’s wrong?”

“Willow, she needs to catch a later flight”.

“It’s not a problem Giles. Two people needed to catch a later flight anyway, I’ll take the later flight with her, you go with the rest of them this morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s not a problem. Go to the address I gave you last night. Renee will meet you in the airport.”

“All right, I’ll let Willow know. I’ll give her your number. Thank you, Angel”.

“No need to thank me Giles. We all want you to get your job back.”

“We’ll see you there.”

Giles clicked over to Willow.

“Willow, I just spoke with Angel, he’ll take the later flight with you.”

“Okay.”

“Here’s his number....”

Willow hung up with Giles and went over to hug Angel.

“I hate lieing to them.”

“I know, just until the end of the week. Then we tell everyone.”

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Where’s Angel?” Buffy asked looking around.

“Where’s Willow?” Oz asked, seeing everyone but her.

“Willow wouldn’t make this flight, she had to wait for a package for her parents, something to that sort. She’ll be taken a later flight out with Angel.”

“Angel!” they all exclaimed.

“Are you sure it’s such a good thing for Dead-boy to go with Willow?” Xander asked worried.

“She’ll be safe.”

“But I spoke with Angel last night, I was taking the later flight with him,” Buffy lied.

“He didn’t mention that Buffy, but Willow needs to take the later flight. He told us to go.”

“But...,” Buffy began to protest.

“Flight 1528 is now boarding.”

“That’s us,” Amy said cheerfully.

“We should head over to the terminal,” Giles said as he began waking with Amy.

“She didn’t call me...,”Oz said as he looked around the airport, hoping to see her.

“Don’t worry about it, she didn’t call me either,” Xander told him as he started walking towards the terminal.

Buffy and Oz joined the rest of the gang reluctantly.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Come on, Angel, tell me,” she pouted.

“No,” he said with a smile.

Willow wiggled a bit in his lap, wondering the best way to get the information from him. She looked at him and gave him her I-am-just-so-adorable-cannot-deny- anything-from-me-pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top face. Angel smiled and placed a kiss on her nose.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise, Willow, that’s why.”

“I can keep a secret.”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I tell you.”

“I’ll act surprised.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, don’t tell me, I don’t care.”

Angel chuckled.

“Good, now I won’t have to tell you.”

She knew he wouldn’t tell her, but she wanted to torture him.

She began rocking her hips, eliciting a moan from him.

“Willow.”

She slipped off his lap, and sat down on the carpet, her hand pulling him down with her. He was about to pull her into his arms for a kiss, but she pulled back. He looked at her surprised. She smiled at him wickedly and pushed him down to the floor, crawling on top of him. Angel stared at her, completely aroused by her take charge attitude. She sat up, her legs straddling him. She kissed him roughly, then pulled back, ending the contact abruntly. She winked at him and smiled.

“Then you aren’t going to tell me?”

Her mouth moved down to his neck with a combination of small bites and wet kisses.

“No.”

Angel meant to say it sternly, but instead it came out like a moan.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Her hands began to unbutton his shirt slowly, but as she reached his middle button decided it was taking to long and ripped the shirt open.

Angel groaned, his erection straining against its confines.

Her mouth traveled lower, her tongue licking a path down to one of his nipples.

“Do you want me to lick it?”

“Yes...”

Her tongue flickered over the hardened tip.

“Do you want me to bit it?”

Angel tried to say the word, his mind relying from the sensations her mouth was creating.

“Yes...”

Willow bit on it lightly, adding pressure slowly.

“Do you want to tell me the secret later?”

Angel was about to answer with the same reply as the rest, but caught him self before he replied.

“No.”

Willow looked up at him and smiled. She didn’t want to force him into saying anything. She trusted him and wanted to please him as he pleased her. She smiled and covered his nipple with her wet, hot mouth. Angel thrusted his hips up wanting to make contact with her.

Willow moved her attention to his other nipple, her lips, tongue and teeth feasting on it. Her hand moved down, to cup the bulge in his pants. She squeezed it lightly, then stoked it slowly, her mouth and other hand alternating between nipples.

Angel was on the edge. His fingers laced into her hair, holding her head close to his body.

“I’ll make you come Angel, I’ll make you come.”

Those words almost pushed him over.

Willow’s mouth moved lower. Her mouth alternating from licks to teeth. Her hands unbutton his pants, her hand slowly pulling down the zipper, teasing him.

“Willow....”

She smiled as she heard her name and pulled down his pants, freeing his erection from its prison. She pulled them all the way down, tossing the jeans to the side. Her mouth traveled upward, her tongue licking the path up from his feet to his knees, up to this thighs.

Angel groaned, wanting her contact on his painful shaft.

Willow climbed up his legs, her warm hands cupped his balls, as her tongue swirled around his pulsating head. She began licking its sides, her mouth taking one of his balls and sucking on it.

Angel was too damn close, and growled at her.

“Willow.”

Her mouth traveled up, her mouth finally rewarding him for his self control. She sucked it slowly, her mouth taking him in careful, her tongue brushing against it lightly.

Angel wanted more contact and thrust his hips up to her lightly, Willow took him completely into her mouth as he had taught her. His body was on fire as her mouth took him in and out. His hands moved to her head, urging her on. Willow’s hand continued massaging and squeezing him as her mouth moved faster, sucking harder.

Angel exploded, yelling out her name

“WILLOW!”

Willow’s mouth remained over his softing member, tasting him until the final drop. Angel sat up until the sensation she provoked in his body began to lessen. He pulled her head up softly, his mouth seeking hers.

“You don’t have to tell me, I like surprises,” she said against his mouth.

“So do I.”

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

“Do you think they heard us?” Willow asked worried, curled in Angel’s arms on the couch.

He looked down at her, loving the way she looked in his shirt.

“I’m sure they know your name,” he teased.

She buried her head in his chest, her face completely red.

Angel laughed, reacting to her response.

“They probably think we’re animals in heat or something.”

“We haven’t tried it like that yet.” he said, an image popping in his mind.

“What?” she looked up at him and noticed his eyes darkened.

Once she realized what he meant, she hit him lightly on the chest.

“Or we can try that?”

Willow’s eyes widened, getting a visual of a spanking.

“Angel!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it?”

Her face reddened as she bit her lower lip, burying her head once more in his chest.

He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

“Tired?”

“A little, you know you can take a lot out of a girl.”

Angel smiled innocently at her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

He turned off the television and got up, picking up Willow and carrying her in his arms. He entered the darkened bedroom and placed her on the bed, slipping his boxers off and joining her under the covers. Willow pulled off her shirt, welcoming Angel into her arms, his head resting just below her breasts, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Will we get their before them?” she asked as she stroked his hair.

“We will, but I spoke with Renee and she’ll take them out to dinner so we can arrive at the house together.”

“Oh, we’re taking a taxi there?”

“No, Merle will be picking us up at the airport.”

“Good, I get to finally meet them. Will there be enough for all of us?”

“As much as I would love to share I room with you, there’s more than enough room in the house for everyone”.

“I know, I’m liking this holding you thing.”

“Me too.”

She yawned, her eyelids beginning to droop.

“We should get some sleep, it shouldn’t take too long for us to land.”

“I wish..it was more then...a five hour..trip,” sleep beckoning her.

Angel held her tighter, her breathing changing to that of sleep. He closed his eyes, wishing to stay with her forever.

* * * * * * * * * * *
 
 

Giles walked down the terminal, the rest trailing in back of him. He looked around, trying to find the sign Angel had told him to look for. After a rush of people left, he was able to find the person he was looking for. He walked up to her, thankful to have arrived.

<I pray this will be last time I need to travel with them> he thought, greeting her with a smile.

“Renee?”

“Mr. Giles?”