the house still empty. As she walked past a mirror in the hallway, she took a moment to
look at herself. For the first time, she was happy with what she saw in the mirror. She saw
herself so different, seeing a bit of what Angel constantly praised her for. She smiled as
she looked at the bites on her neck, her hand reaching up to caress them.
She knew she would be taking a risk in telling her friends about her and Angel and
how hurt some may be, but he was worth it. She didn’t want to hide him any longer,
didn’t want to hold back her feelings each time she saw him. She wanted to love him
openly. Love? Her smile grew wider.
So lost in her thoughts, she jumped a bit as she felt his arms encircle her waist. His
hand met hers on her neck, caressing the healing bite. He squeezed her tighter as he placed
his head on her shoulder.
“Where were you?” he asked curious.
“Just taking a small walk,” she informed him happily.
“Small walk? You look like your up to something,” he replied, having noticed the
time she went into the bedroom with a bag then going back out again.
“Little o’ me?” she asked in her best southern bell accent, smiling mischievously as
she fluttered her eyes.
Angel chuckled and moved them from the mirror, down the hall to her room.
“You are not the only one with surprises up their sleeves,” he whispered into her
ear as he opened the door and entered.
Willow was surprised to see a large white box on her bed. Angel led her to the bed
and took a seat on the bed, loving the look she had on her face. Willow looked from
Angel to the box wondering what the it contained. Angel waited patiently as she pulled the
red bow off the package. She took off the top off carefully and pulled the tissue paper out
of the way.
It was beautiful. It was more then beautiful, she thought as her fingers ran over the
feathered mask. The shiny peacock feathers shined brighter against the black and green
feathers. She carefully picked it up to look at the wonderful detail. The cat-outline of the
mask gave it a touch of danger with sophistication. She looked at Angel with a face of
complete delight, that it made him chuckle a bit.
“There is more,” he pointed out with a smile.
Willow carefully placed the mask to the side and pulled off the second piece of
tissue paper, revealing her black ball gown. She brushed her hand across the soft delicate
material, taking it out and pressing it against her body. She whirled around once, then
looked back at Angel, placing the gown back on the bed.
Angel had seen the evident joy in her eyes, but never expected the jump she made
on him, making him fall back on the bed. She kissed him passionately, her body grinding
against his, making him grow. He was about to flip her over, but was stopped as she
pulled away from his kiss and was content just sitting on him. She ground her hips against
his, making him groan. He looked at her, with a tint of yellow in them.
“Willow...” he hissed as she tormented him with the way she ground against him
ever so slowly.
Willow smiled, knowing this was the time. She completely got off him and began
pulling him up by the waistband of his boxers.
Angel looked on confused, not sure what she was doing, but silently followed her.
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him fiercely.
“Thank you.”
Angel smiled and returned her hug, equally tight.
“Anything for you.”
“Now for my surprise,” she said as she pulled back and took his hand in hers,
leading him out of her bedroom.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Oz tried to dance, but the woman in front of him, he did not want. He wanted a
certain redhead who had disappeared on him. A redhead who was playing hard to get.
Amy had convinced him to stay and although he did like the band that was playing, he
didn’t want to be there any longer. He looked over and saw Buffy looking as restless as he
was. He was grateful when the song ended and escorted Amy back to the table.
They began some small talk, not really paying much attention to what they were
saying. Oz looked over at Buffy then nodded his head, asking her to dance with him as a
new song began. Amy and Xander followed close behind. Oz took her in his arms and
whispered into her ear.
“Ready?” he asked.
“The first change we get,” she replied.
Amy lost herself in Xander’s arms, never quite noticing how the werewolf and
slayer were moving ever so farther from them.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Willow pulled on the scarf a bit, not wanting to hurt him. Angel chuckled seeing
the evident worry in her eyes. She was so loving and caring and thoughtful, and so
beautiful that seeing her look so worried about him made his heart swell up, even if she
was trying to strap him down to the bed.
“You can tighten it more, Willow, it won’t hurt. You’ll have to if you want me to
keep my hands off you,” he told her with a mischievous smile.
Willow blushed and did as he asked making Angel harder.
“Remember what you told me,” she reminded him as she took the final scarf in her
hand and smiled at him.
“ I know. Can’t touch you, won’t break free.”
She smiled once more then placed the final scarf around his head, covering his
eyes.
“See anything?” she asked.
“You should ask me what I smell,” he replied with a smirk on his face.
Willow turned a bright red, thankful he wouldn’t see her.
“I love it when you blush,” he said, knowing her too well.
“You can see?” she asked a bit worried.
“No,” he answered, his hand wanting to touch her, but found resistance, then
remembered he was not allowed to. “I just know you too well.”
“Really?” she asked wickedly.
Her tone sent a shiver down his spine, making his arousal for her grow deeper.
The room fell silent for a moment, making Angel a bit nervous. He had to admit, in
all his years, he had usually been the predator, the one in control. But not here, for the first
time, he felt vulnerable, he had now turned into the prey, but he trusted her, trusted her
fully to give himself wholly to her as she did.
He heard a gently snap and smiled in anticipation of what was to come.
“I love strawberries,” she told him as she poured out some of the contents of the
bottle drip down to his chest.
Angel’s body tightened as he felt the cold liquid hit his chest, his body cowering
into the bed as he let out a small moan.
She slide a finger across his chest, her finger taking some of the strawberry syrup
with it to wet his lips. Before he would snake out his tongue, she removed it, replacing it
with her tongue, tracing it over his lips, tasting it’s sweetness. She left his lips as she
moved down the bed, her eyes raking over his body, wanting nothing more then to please
him. She stepped to the end of the bed and tipped the bottle, his feet feeling the same cold
substance hit him. She trailed it up both legs, taking turns, then up to his thighs. She
abruntly stopped at his covered mid-section, then started anew on his flat toned stomach.
She smiled as she saw how tense he was, knowing he was enjoying himself. The
red elixir covered his arms and legs, finally ending at his neck. Willow walked back down
to the end of the bed, letting hers fingers touch his toes and legs, brushing him in the back
of his knees. He grunted as he arched his body up for more contact. She refused, her
fingers leaving him and moving to the strap of her robe and untied it, pushing apart the
material and letting it fall to the floor. She turned back her attention to him, her fingers
and palm mixing into his well formed chest. She touched his right nipple briefly before
moving it up to his arm. She quickly moved her hand back to the bottom of his leg, trying
not to linger in any area just yet, for too long.
Angel let his moans be heard, freeing himself to the complete pleasure she was
invoking in him. Her small hands felt like fire on his skin, enflaming his already strong
arousal. The need to touch her was maddening, but it only fueled his desire for her. He
groaned as he felt her hands reach the waistband of his restraining boxers. He grunted as
he felt her hands leave and be replaced by her mouth. She remained off the bed as he felt
her teeth bite lightly into his skin on one side, then felt her teeth begin to pull down the
unwanted material. She repeated the action on the other side of his body, then having to
use her hands, she pulled them down slowly, her hands pressing roughly against his
buttocks, finally releasing his erection to her.
Willow finally climbed on the bed making Angel groan in anticipating of her next
move. She straddled his stomach making him jump slightly as he felt her tongue lick the
side of his cheek.
“I’m hungry,” she whispered against his mouth and she kissed him roughly, parting
his lips, seeking to taste the deepth of his cool mouth.
Angel began to grind his stomach against her, the rubbing of her wetness and the
stickiness of his stomach making it difficult for him to remain restrained. She pulled away
from his lips, brushing her lips as she moved higher up his body, her mouth finding his left
wrist and began to lick and nibble on it. As rough as she had been a moment ago, her
touches and nibbles had turned to soft caresses.
Willow took long wet licks down his arms to his shoulders, moving across his
collarbone, wet kisses planted all along as her mouth found his right arm and a new series
of licks began. Angel tried to arch his body against hers and moaned as his head made
contact with her skin. He instinctively drew out his tongue, tasting the sweet wet shoulder
of the woman that was torturing him. Willow pulled her body back as she felt his tongue,
her mouth trailing back to his neck. It was there what Angel pulled his head back, offering
himself to her wonderful talents.
Willow suckled a spot she knew by heart was the most sensitive part on his neck.
Her lips nipped, then licked, sucking in his delectable flesh between her teeth and biting
down, hard enough to make her mark, but not hard enough to break skin.
Angel was in complete ecstasy. He fought against the urge to break the scarves
that bond him and posses his fiery maiden. He loved the way she teased him, the way she
was pleasuring him. But his body needed more contact and tried to grind himself against
her, in any way.
Her gifted mouth reached his nipples, her hands settling on his firm stomach,
mixing in the syrup to his skin. Her hips moved lower, teasing his erection. Her mouth
lapped at one nipple then other, alternating between teeth, lips, and tongue. Angel was
slowly losing his mind. He felt the weight of her leave his body and wondered what she
was going to do. He moaned a bit louder as he felt her tongue run up his legs, to his
knees, where her mouth began to leave tiny bit marks up his thighs.
Willow loved the sounds coming from his mouth. She reached over to the side of
the bed and grabbed her trusty red bottle and began to pour some more over his body,
covering him completely once more a bit with strawberry sauce. She nudged apart his legs
more and settled between them, her lips closing around the end of his erection, with her
tongue lightly caressing the head of his shaft, then moved away.
"Willow...." he groaned, missing the sensation of her mouth.
Answering his need, her lips encircled the head, her tongue swirling, making him
moan her name louder. Angel was taken by complete surprise as Willow swallowed him,
deeply, into her throat. Angel gasped loudly as her lips tickled the hairs at the root. Rising
slowly, lips tight against him, she flicked her tongue back and forth over the muscular
ridge under his rock hard manhood.
She began slowly and lovingly, but soon began to move quickly, her lips lightly
touching his shaft, her saliva making moist noises as she changed directions. Using only
her mouth, she pumped his shaft up and down, her efforts shaking the bed. Several fast
strokes were followed by a long plunge, taking him deep into her tight throat. She paused
a moment, letting me know how deep he was, feeling the tightness of her mouth. The
velvety smooth, slick skin in the back of her throat caressed his head. She then pulled up
quickly, and repeated her fast strokes, again, only to plunge long and deep.
Angel was lost in all sensation, his mind completely a mess. It only drove him
crazier to know that all that touched him was her mouth. He could feel her hands near him
on the bed, her hair not touching him as it normally would. His hips began to move against
his judgment, loving the feel of her mouth engulfing him. He was near and Willow knew it,
sensing his body stiffen more. Her hands snaked underneath him, her fingers gently adding
pressure his cheeks, inching closer to his hole.
The new surprise and her relentless mouth pushed him to new level of complete
bliss. Her pace quickened sending him over the edge to the strongest orgasm he could
have. Spasms wracked his body as he emptied himself into her greedy mouth. After the
fourth surge, Willow let some of his salty elixir dribble from her mouth, but remained
milking him until he was spent.
Angel began to relax; to drift into that warm "afterglow" of total contentment and
relaxation. Willow smiled at him smugly, knowing that she was the one what had done this
to him.
“Tasty,” she spoke, as she licked her fingers.
Angel heard her lips smack together loudly and could feel his member begin to stir
up once again. Willow crawled on top of him and ground his hips against his, making him
go completely mad.
“Willow....”
“Angel...” she panted, loving the feel of her body rubbing up against his. Without
being able to hold himself any longer he pulled away from the scarves and pulled the other
sash from his eyes, his gaze falling upon the naked temptress on top of him.
He wrapped his arms around her, crushing his lips to hers as he flipped her
underneath him, thinking of all the ways he could pleasure her.
* * * * * * * * * *
Amy looked frantically around her. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach,
making her stop the movements of her body. Xander looked at her a bit confused, not sure
why she had stopped dancing.
“Where did they go?” she yelled above the music.
“They were there a second ago,” he replied.
Before he knew what was happening, he was being dragged off the dance floor
towards the exit.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Willow touched his chest, then looked down at hers.
“Sticky?” Angel asked.
“A bit,” she giggled.
“We are covered in syrup,” he reminded her with a smile.
“Very tasty syrup,” she remarked as she blushed.
After Angel had broken free, he had demonstrated to her just how much he had
enjoyed her ‘eating habits’ by making her cum three times. It had been an extremely
pleasurable night to say the least.
“We need a shower,” he told her as his eyes raked over body.
“I’ll need a doctor by the end of the night,” she said with a smile.
“I can play ‘doctor’”
“I’m sure you can,” she replied as her cheeks grew hot.
With that said, Angel carried her to the bathroom, leaving the red stained sheets
and pieced of scarves behind.
After an hour shower, the couple moved to Willow’s bedroom and climbed into
the cool green sheets. The couple snuggled together, falling into much deserved sleep,
never hearing the door to her bedroom open.