Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I have taken the liberty of adding a few characters of my own creation, all of the original BtVS characters and their world belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and The WB. All are used without permission (I'll return them all unharmed) and no copyright infringement is intended (like most who post, I'm broke, so please don't sue).
Spoilers: All 3 seasons of BtVS.
Summary: It's the year 2047 and Aishling Rosenberg has recently discovered that her grandmother left behind a vast collection of letters, stories, research notes, etc.
Distribution: You want it, it's yours, just let me know where it's going to be living.
Feedback: Yes, please. Dedication: This is for all those wonderful people who take the time to give me such great feedback. It means the world to me. And I promise to get Angel and Willow out of the past and back to NY...Soon...
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Archivist's Note: I, of course, allowed Angel to read each of the preceding passages. He offered no comments on any of them. He did, however, attach some notes to Grandmother's version of the events which follow. What you are about to read is what I've created using their combined notes on the subject. AAR
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Angel's lips continued to move upon Willow's belly. They kissed. They tickled. They murmured endearments into her skin.
"Mo cara." My friend. He just kept saying it over and over again.
At the time, Willow couldn't begin the fathom how she had understood the Gaelic words Angel spoke to her, much less how she had managed to reply. Angel didn't even notice. Instead, he seemed suddenly obsessed with her tummy!
It was adorable. There he was, a demon trapped in the flesh of a man, looking for all the world like the hell spawn that he is, yet acting very much like a domesticated animal, which he isn't. No one will ever tame Angelus. He is his own master. But there he was nuzzling Willow's tummy like she was his new chew toy.
Willow was still running her fingers through Angel's thick hair. It was beginning to dry, but was still gleaming, even in the sparse candlelight. She lightly scratched at his scalp with her nails and he started to make a deep, rich purring sound.
The attention he was lavishing on her belly became more aggressive, more sexual. He dipped his tongue into her naval which sent a signal to her core, making her tingle and tighten at the same time. He pulled in mouthfuls of her soft flesh, tasting it, sucking on it gently before releasing it, careful never to pierce her flesh with his fangs.
Willow could feel his hands on her buttocks, kneading the firm globes of flesh as he held her to his mouth. She could actually feel his razor sharp claws pressing against her skin, and yet he didn't once draw blood.
Willow gazed down at Angel, her eyes large and sparkling with unshed tears. She marveled over the fact that a demon could treat her so tenderly. But Angelus wasn't your run of the mill vampire, was he?
"Angel?" she said, her voice half whisper, half moan as he began to burrow his nose into the damp fabric of her tattered panties.
"Humm?" His reply sent shivers through her entire body. His lips were pressing firmly on her sex and the sound he made vibrated into her mound.
"Ohmygod, Angel...sh-should we be doing this again?"
"No." But that admission didn't stop him from wanting more.
Angel's hands slid down the back of her thighs and he unfastened the clasps of her garter belt with an expertise born from having performed the maneuver countless times in the past. He had, after all, lived through numerous periods of history during which women wore much more in the way of undergarments than was the norm at present. As his fingertips moved around her legs to repeat the action on the front clasps, Willow's legs began to give out.
Angel caught her about the waist and lowered her slowly down to the floor with him. He sat back upon his heels, and situated her straddling his thighs, her own feet tucked back, beneath her. The position provided Willow with a little extra height, so they now sat eye to lust-filled eye, hers the color of the finest emeralds, his reminiscent of a harvest moon.
Willow put her hands once again to his face, moving about so slowly Angel felt as though she were trying to memorize every feature. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the warmth her touch imparted on his skin. Angel was taken completely by surprise when she began to place soft, moist kisses on his cheeks, his eyes, his brow. Willow's lips continued to move, down along his jawbone. Then, using her nose, she nudged his head back and started to nip and then suckle on the tender flesh beneath his jaw.
The groan which escaped him almost sounded painful, it was so full of longing.
"More, Willow. Please. I want more."
Instinctively, she knew what he wanted. Her lips moved over to the side of his neck, which he willing bared for her, a deep expression of his trust and his need.
Willow's tongue slid along his exposed throat until she reached his carotid artery. He moaned softly as she pressed the tip of her tongue down hard on the blood vessel and followed it down his neck to the point where it disappeared beneath his shoulder.
"Again," he pleaded.
And Willow gave him what he begged for, moving her tongue back up his throat, increasing the pressure on the artery.
Angel's hands had been resting on her knees, but now moved slowly up her thighs. He slid his index fingers under the thin satin straps, and with practiced easy his thumbs slid open the remaining two clasps which held her stockings. He made quick work of the ties on the back of the garter belt and the offending garment soon found itself sailing across the room.
Willow's mouth had closed over his carotid but Angel's boyish actions made her loosen her hold on his skin and chuckle. Those little puffs of her warm breath on his skin made his head spin, made him dizzy with desire.
Angel twisted his hands into her hair and pulled her mouth away from his neck. He swiftly pulled Willow's wet dress up over her head and dropped it on the floor. That done, Willow immediately went back to work on his throat and he found himself longing for her bite, a vampiric bite she was quite incapable of.
He used his nails to carefully cut through the delicate silk fabric of her already damaged panties, but rather than discard them, he took a hold of the remnant and began to move it slowly back and forth, effectively spreading Willow's own juices along the entire length of her crack.
The sensual feel of the wet silk slipping and sliding between her legs caused Willow to moan loudly, the sound getting buried deep into Angel's throat.
He growled then and Willow clamped her lips down firmly once more, this time around his jugular vein. She sucked on his flesh greedily, pulling on the vein and lapping at it with her tongue. There was no pulse to be found in any of Angel's blood vessels but Willow could still feel the blood coursing through them and lusted after it. The memory of the flavor of his blood in her mouth was still so sharp, and Willow knew she wanted it again, anyway she could get it. She'd seen that the vampire's blood tainted all of his secretions and decided that rather than bite him again, she would get what she wanted in a manner that would be more pleasing to both of them. Willow was preparing herself to do just that when her own sense of pleasure temporarily overrode her thought processes.
Angel had tossed aside the scrap of wet silk which had once been Willow's underpants and had begun an assault of his own. The fingers of one hand deftly played with her clit. He inserted the middle finger of his other hand deep into her, then left Willow somewhat disappointed as he quickly withdrew it. That is, until she felt that now slick finger sliding down the crack of her ass and then pressing upon the puckered flesh of her anus. Willow groaned deeply as Angel gently massaged the tight little opening, spreading her moisture there and preparing her for his invasion. Her head fell down and rested upon his chest. Angel couldn't help but smile as her rear end started to wriggle. She shuddered as he pushed just the tip of his finger into her rosebud.
"O-oh, Angel!" she cried and for a moment he was uncertain as to whether or not he should proceed any further. He gently removed his finger.
"Hasn't Oz ever..." he asked her softly.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head slightly, tickling his chest with her silken hair.
"I won't hurt you," he reassured her.
"I know that!" Willow spit at him and her head shot up so that she could look him in the eyes.
She looked straight into very dark, lust glazed *brown* eyes. Angel's human visage was firmly back in place. Her hands went to his face, yet again.
"Why?" she asked.
Angel tried to drop his head but Willow pushed it back up.
"Don't you dare do that. Just tell me why."
"Because I cannot be this close to you, be this intimate and still allow myself to be so unbridled. It's too dangerous, Willow. I'll need to feed soon and now your blood sings to me. I was foolish. I've tasted it and it was oh, so sweet, and familiar, and I want more, more than you could ever give me. I nearly drained Buffy, Willow, you know that. I know she told you. She would only have confided that truth to you."
Willow didn't say a word. She simply nodded to let him know that what he assumed was correct. She knew exactly what had transpired between Buffy and Angel on the eve before their graduation. Angel continued his impassioned plea.
"Please, Willow, I'm not trying to hide from you or to deny what I am. I'm a vampire, Willow and I don't want to hurt you. Haven't we tempted the fates enough for one night? Don't press this issue any further. I just want to be with you. You said that you would take me anyway I gave myself to you. Well, this is how I chose to give myself to you now. Do you still want me?"
"Angelus, I want you in ways I can't even begin to understand." Willow cried. "I want you to thrust yourself so deep and so hard into me that I walk away feel battered and bruised on the inside. I want to feel your blood on my lips and taste it on my tongue. I long for the climax I know I can find as you feed upon me. Where the hell does all that come from?"
"I don't know, Will. Why was I haunted for months by that dream of the Beltane? Why do I believe that you are not the only one in that picture that I have known, intimately? How is it that I remember the taste of your blood, when I'd never sampled it before tonight? Maybe these are all questions we need to find answers to before we continue with any of this."
"But I don't want to stop," Willow practically whined.
"I don't either," Angel confessed. "I want to feel again, Willow, to feel something other than shame and regret and loneliness."
Willow threw her arms about him then, and she and Angel simply held each other for a very long time.
Angel bent his head and started to place soft kisses on her shoulder. That's when he noticed that Willow's skin was covered with goosebumps. He ran his hands up her arms, and attempted to break their embrace, but Willow clung to him desperately as she started to shiver from head to toe.
"Willow, are you all right?" Angel asked, fear in his voice.
"Y-ye-yes," Willow said, once she managed to get the word out from between her chattering teeth.
"I-I-I'm j-just really c-cold."
Angel then realized that he'd never lit a fire and with her wet clothes and skin, the chill from the cavernous stone room had settled upon Willow once the heat of their passion had started to dwindle. He tried once again to pry her away from his body. She held on tighter.
"Well why the hell are you hanging on to me?" Angel laughed. "I'm no heating blanket."
Willow found the humor in his statement, factual as is was, and started to giggle. She sat back then, her arms coming up to cross over her naked breasts.
"What you really need is to get into a hot shower then crawl into bed."
"S-sounds g-good."
Angel slipped out from under her and rose smoothly to his feet. He helped Willow to rise, then placed a soft kiss on her forehead and turned her in the direction of the bath. He couldn't help but gaze upon her beautiful, albeit trembling, body as she made her way across the room. She really has a great ass, the demon thought. Not that he'd never noticed it before, just not in the same light, so to speak.
Just as she reached the hallway which led to his bedroom, Angel called after her.
"Willow, I'm going to go out for a little while."
Suddenly feeling a bit modest, Willow ducked behind the heavy black drapes that hung across the hallway entrance, then poked just her head out to reply.
"Be careful. It's getting late."
"I won't be long," he assured her. "I'll be back well before sunrise."
She just nodded and smiled at him.
"What then, Willow?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe we'll talk some more. Maybe we'll make love. But then sometime during the day, I'll leave. I'll go back home. When I come here again, you'll be gone once more. And that's okay. That's the way it has to be. We're friends, Angel. And sometimes we may be lovers. But we'll never be more than that. At least not in this lifetime."
Willow disappeared behind the curtain. Angel properly refastened his pants, collected the shirt and shoes he'd discarded much earlier that evening, and headed out into what was left of the night.
End
Entry Twenty-Two