*~*~*~
If you could step into my head
Tell me, would you still know me?
If you woke up in my bed
Tell me, then would you hold me
Or would you let it lie,
Leaving me to wonder why
I can't get you out of this
Head I call mine
And I will say
*~*~*~*~
*~ She was sleeping so soundly, her tiny body curled up in his bed, looking so small and so vulnerable. He knew better than anyone that that was just a front. She was stronger than anyone he'd ever known in the entirety of his long years. Stronger than the slayer. Stronger than his soul. Stronger than his demon.
*~ She moved in her sleep, her lips pursing slightly as she moved her face into the pillow. He could have killed her at any time... From the very second he'd seen her on the darkened street the night before, to this very second in time. He could have... should have... killed her without a second thought.
*~ But he hadn't.
*~*~*~*~
Oh no I can't let you go
My little girl
Because you're holding up my world
So I need you
*~*~*~*~
*~ He couldn't. Moving his hand to her soft neck, he traced the fragrant flesh with one finger, down her collarbone to dip into the open neck of his shirt she was wearing. He smiled softly as she whimpered, arching into his touch. Even sleeping, she responded to him.
*~ He lowered his head to slowly trace the path his fingers had taken, lips and teeth nipping at the creamy skin. Slowly, carefully, he unbuttoned the shirt, his lips caressing every inch of flesh uncovered. He stopped only momentarily as he reached the barrier of her panties, one large hand reaching to pull them down and off her long, slender legs. Softly, he kissed the patch of red hair before gently spreading her legs to inhale the sweet scent of her arousal.
*~*~*~
Your imitation of my walk
And the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you
*~*~*~
*~ He knew the very second she woke up, but continued his gentle assault, his tongue dipping into the almost achingly hot depths. Her small, dainty hands buried themselves in his hair as she rocked her hips against his face. She cried out in surprise and lust as he pushed two of his fingers inside. That was all it took and she flew over the edge. He lifted his face to half smirk/ half smile up at her, marveling at the total lack of fear in her, even as she asked breathlessly, her emerald eyes hooded and sparkling:
*~ "Are you going to kill me, Angelus?" He wasn't surprised she knew who he was. She knew him better than he knew himself. She knew him better than anyone.
*~*~*~
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
*~*~*~
*~ "No," he answered softly, moving up her body so that he was covering her with his. He nipped at her lips, licking her chin playfully, allowing her to taste herself. "I need you, little girl."
*~*~*~
And if I jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge
Tell me, would you still follow me?
And if I made you mad today,
Tell me, would you love me tomorrow?
*~*~*~
*~ "You need me? For what?" she gasped as his hands traveled down her side and under her to cup her ass, raising her up as he entered her suddenly and forcefully.
*~ "You make me alive," he said, voice thick with emotion and desire as he cupped her breasts, caressing the nipples and causing her to growl with pleasure as their movements became faster, more urgent. She smirked, biting his lip even as her nails dug almost painfully into his ass. He growled, eyes flashing amber as he continued, "You complete me."
*~*~*~
Please
Or would you say that you don't
And then leave me standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in despair
And screamin'
*~*~*~
*~ She groaned softly, the sound like music to his ears, as he pushed deeper. "Do you need me," he asked hoarsely, his hands moving to the backs of her knees and drawing them up, moving even deeper yet. "Do you need me?" he repeated, his voice nothing but a low growl when she didn't immediately answer.
*~ "Oh, my Goddess, yes," she half-screamed just as she slammed into her orgasm, taking him over the edge as she tightened around him.
*~*~*~
Oh no I can't let you go
Because you're holding up my world
So I need you
*~*~*~
*~ He cradled her almost gently as her flesh slowly cooled and her breathing soothed. "Why?"
*~ "Why what?" He looked down at her in confusion.
*~ "Why me? You could have Buffy if you really wanted her, so why do you want *me*, of all people?"
*~ "Why would I want the slayer?" he countered. She shivered as his hands moved across her ribcage.
*~ "Answer me," she demanded, grabbing his hands before they could go much higher. He fought the grin that was threatening. Instead, he tried to scowl as he gripped her wrists and pinned them against the mattress.
*~ "Do you really think you can make me answer you?" he asked, smirking.
*~*~*~
Your imitation of my walk
And the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million
Things that I love about you
*~*~*~
*~ One fair eyebrow lifted and she answered with a smirk of her own, her green eyes twinkling. "I think that you'll answer me. I don't have to make you do anything. But I want to know why you chose me over the slayer. It can't be beauty or brawn. And I *know* you're not attracted to intelligence."
*~ "Why wouldn't I be?"
*~ "Be what?"
*~ "Attracted to intelligence?"
*~ "You were attracted to Buffy, weren't you?"
*~ He laughed, kissing her suddenly. "How could anyone ever compare you to the slayer? You're brilliant, you're beautiful, and you're far more deadly."
*~ "Oh, really?" Willow asked, kissing his lips quickly, biting his lip playfully. "One would think that the slayer is much deadlier than I... With all the training and strength she has. Besides the whole 'destined to kill vampires' thing."
*~ "Oh, no," Angelus answered, arching into her, making her gasp. "You're far deadlier. You're the brains of the outfit. Do you think any of them could figure anything out without you? You'll make the perfect mate... Such skill..."
*~ She grinned and wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deeper inside. "Is that an invitation?"
*~*~*~
Oh no I can't let you go
Because you're holding up my world
So I need you
*~*~*~
*~ "No," he growled, fighting to keep still, "You don't have a choice."
*~ "I didn't think I did," she chuckled, moving her hips teasingly. "I just had to make sure."
*~ "This is going to hurt," he promised as his face morphed.
*~ "Well, if you promise," She giggled and bared her neck. As their movements once again became almost violent, he bit into her neck, sealing her fate.
*~*~*~
If you could step into my head
Tell me, would you still know me?
*~*~*~
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