Characters: Willow/Angel
Summary: After Willow arrived in LA, she and Angel decide to give their feelings a chance.
Follows “High Above Me” & “Love Gives”
Note: Part three in an unnamed series of songfics.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are solely the property of Joss Whedon (clever boy), Mutant Enemy, and the WB. The song belongs to the Corrs a nifty little Irish group. Feedback: Please, oh please!
Dedication: For Melissa In Hiding. And for the Goddess Beth. She’s going to start calling me Pip because she’s my ‘unknown benefactor’ for the pbp.
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Angel stretched lazily and rose from the sofa that had served as his bed. A quick glance at the microwave let him know it was six in the evening. Not surprising, considering that he and Willow had been up past sunrise.
Smiling, he recalled the previous evening. Things between them had gotten to the point where they were either going to end up in the bedroom or explode. Angel had lifted Willow off his lap, despite her very apparent consternation, and set her next to him. Silence had filled the room for a few minutes, until he began speaking. Starting at the very beginning, his birth, he told her his entire history. She’d listened intently, stopping him to occasionally ask questions. More than once she’d brushed the tears from his cheeks and several times he’d had to return the favour. Only brief pauses for food and bathroom breaks had silenced him and by early morning his throat was raw from the constant talking.
Lying with her head on his lap, Angel repetitively smoothing her silky hair down, she’d asked him why, her voice drowsy with the need for sleep.
“Because I want it to be right this time. You have to know exactly what I’ve been and who I am.” He’d said.
She’d mumbled, “I do.” Her eyelids had fluttered closed and she was asleep.
Willow had put on a flannel sleep shirt earlier, so there was no need to wake her. Angel had carried her to his bed and left her to her dreams.
Now, though, he wanted to see her again. Within twenty-four hours she’d be driving back to Sunnydale, and he wouldn’t see her again for another week. Stealthily, he went to the bedroom and leaned against the open door.
She was exquisite. Angel could not remember a time when he’d seen anything so breathtaking. She stirred and then looked at him, a delicate smile crossing her lips. Willow loved him. Without saying a word, her soulful eyes had told him what he’d hoped for was true. Angel felt a lump rising in his throat, overwhelming him with emotions.
//Opened my eyes today And I knew there’s something different Saw you in a brand new way Like the clouds had somehow lifted And if yesterday I heard myself saying these words I would swear it was a lie
I don’t know why but suddenly I’m falling I was so blind I was loving you all the time Now I’m hopelessly addicted Helplessly attracted//
Willow felt a strange sensation wash over her and without warning she realised what it was. She’d known last night that she loved him, truly loved him. Seeing him standing in the doorway, clad in his silk pajama bottoms, she now knew that she desperately wanted him. She had never desired anyone the way she did Angel. She had slept with Oz, had wanted to sleep with him, even. But this longing ache inside her was new to her.
Blushing at her thoughts under his intense stare, she tried to diffuse the situation, blurting out the first thing that came into her head.
“Bring me a cup of tea?”
Angel nodded and went to the kitchen, slightly confused by her request. Tea was not what he’d thought she’d ask for.
Quickly, Willow scampered into the bathroom. She’d had plenty of tea the night before and needed to take care of that. Splashing water on her face afterwards, she tried to calm her nerves and stifle the fluttering in pit of her stomach. She reminded her reflection in the mirror that she wasn’t ready for that yet. Neither of them were. Her reflection didn’t offer any solution, just stared back at her with a flushed face and a lustful gleam in her eye. Sighing, she went back to the bed, a little smile quirking the corner of her mouth at the thought of what was going to happen soon.
*****
Angel came into the bedroom, cup in hand. Willow was in bed, the covers thrown back, her nightshirt lying next to her. He fumbled the teacup, splashing hot liquid on to his hand and the floor as he went to her.
“Willow, are you…” He began.
“I’m sure.”
“But you said we’ should wait awhile before…”
“Woman’s prerogative.” She paused. “Please? I really don’t *want * to wait.” She thought for a moment and then babbled, “Unless you do. You want to wait, don’t you? Oh god, I’m so sorry, Angel. I should have thought about what you want before I got all…naked… in your bed. Naked! Oh…” She scrambled to cover herself with the sheet.
Angel leaned over, staying her hand.
“No. This is how I want it. But Willow, are you positive my soul is permanent? I can’t risk hurting anyone else…especially you.”
“It’s stuck. I wouldn’t even think of doing this if I weren’t sure.” She gave a determined nod of her head.
Angel fought the urge to let out a whoop. Instead, he eased his pajama trousers off and slid onto the bed next to her.
Cupping Willow’s face in his hands, he kissed her. Teasing her lips with his own, coaxing her lips so that their tongues could meet. With a muffled sigh, Willow surrendered, her stomach churning with a need that she'd never felt before. She arched her body into his, wanting to feel every inch of him. His cool skin soothed the hot waves that were coursing through her body.
Willow gasped when the fingers that were caressing her back found their way to her nipples. He lightly pulled at them as his mouth burned a line of kisses down her neck and chest to replace his fingers, suckling first one and then the other with a touch that was both light and demanding at the same time. Angel gave them his full attention until both rosy peaks were engorged and almost crimson. He pressed her back fully on the bed and started trailing kisses down to her navel.
Her body had never responded to anyone’s touch like this. Willow was in ecstasy. Entwining her fingers in his hair, she moved him lower to the mound of crimson curls at the junction of her thighs. She could feel Angel smile against her skin as she urged him to give her what she so greatly needed.
Angel was delighted at her responsiveness. He knew, somehow, that Willow was behaving in a way that she’d never felt free enough to do before. It was heady knowledge that sent a carnal craving through his length. Willow was his. In a few moments she would be forever his chattel, as he was already hers. The vampiric compulsion to claim her as a possession was something Angel, for once, did not mind.
Willow held her breath, waiting for him to move lower. He nuzzled her nether lips with his mouth, parting them and finding her clitoris with her tongue. Willow’s body jerked as if a jolt of electricity had coursed through her. Angel chuckled, his laughter muffled. In earnest, he began stroking her; his ears attuned to her slightest sounds, using them as a guide to bring her fulfilment. He could tell she was close by the tensing of her thighs, but with surprising strength she tore him away from her, pulling him up to lay face to face.
“I want you inside me when…when…” She faltered.
Angel spared her from having to say it, nodding his understanding.
“Besides, I haven’t got to touch you yet.”
Her hands slid down his body and encircled his girth. Angel swallowed hard but remained silent as her small hand first caressed him gently and then began stroking him. Willow’s eyes widened, as his erection grew larger. He put his hand on hers, not to guide her, but to savour the feel of her touching him. He stopped her, finally.
Angel whispered. “Enough. I want to be inside of you when I…”
“I’d like that.”
A moment passed as Angel tried to decide how to proceed. He wanted nothing more than to have her on her back and claim her, but he hesitated. Willow was a small woman and he was a large man. He didn’t want to smother her, make her feel stifled in any way. He took her hips in his hands and started to move her on top of him, but she frowned her disapproval and rolled over, urging him to follow her.
Slowly, Angel moved between her legs. Willow bent her knees and spread her legs wide, giving him full access to her body.
At the first contact of his cock along her slit, Willow’s hips bucked upwards. Her body was demanding a release and she tried to make him enter her. Angel fought her, running his erection up and down her length, teasing them both to a point that was almost cruel. As her body started to quiver on the brink, Angel pushed into her, her walls grasping at him as she moaned in orgasm. His cock twitched in response, but with inhuman control he held off his own climax as he watched her face, marvelling at the beauty there.
Leaning over on one elbow, he traced her face.
“Are you okay?” Angel asked.
Willow gave a weak laugh. “I didn’t think it would be so intense.”
“It gets better.”
He captured her lips as he moved inside her. He was amazed at the heat coming from her, not remembering a time when he’d felt so warm. It was like taking being inside a hot tub, full of scalding water.
Moving beneath him, Willow arched against him, urging him to fill her further, if that was possible. She could feel the tingling of another orgasm building inside her and thrust upwards, her clitoris hitting his pelvic bone with intensity.
Angel was quaking with the effort of staving off his orgasm. Already, he could read the signals her body was sending and could tell Willow was close.
In a strangled voice, he uttered his plea, “Willow.”
A shiver ran down Willow’s spine. Her name…his voice… so full of longing. With a shrill moan, Willow came. Angel slid inside her once more and he spilled into her, groaning her name again.
Willow panted, trying to regain her breath. Her green eyes sparkled with unshed tears caused by her roiling emotions. Moving off her, Angel pulled her into his arms, stroking her shoulders as he tried to calm her.
Slowly, she regained her composure. Angel’s hands stilled and she knew he had drifted to sleep. She tried to stifle a giggle, thinking it funny that even a vampire was still a typical male. She was content to watch him sleep and did so for several minutes.
//I’ll make a wish this day And I’ll send it to the heavens That we will always stay Entwined like this forever And though the world may change Coz nothing stays the same I know we will survive
I don’t know why but suddenly I’m falling Was I so blind I was loving you all the time Now I’m hopelessly addicted Helplessly attracted Naturally we acted//
Almost ready to doze herself, Willow was jolted to her senses by Angel sitting straight up in bed, clutching at his chest.
With a look of horror, he spoke. “No! Oh, no.”
Instantly, Willow knew she’d been wrong, horribly wrong. Part of her wanted to bolt from the room and leave Angel, LA, and even Sunnydale far behind her. But, she knew that she’d never forgive herself, and no amount of running would ever protect her from Angelus. And with sudden clarity, she knew the only fair thing to do. It was the only chance of survival for either of them, the only way that they could ever share anything if this wrong were ever righted.
With her gorge rising in her throat, she grabbed Angel, who was already trembling with fear and pain and pulled him to her neck.
“It’s the only way either one of us will ever survive this. You know they’ll fix it, but this is the only way, Angel. He’ll turn me… or kill me. I want it to be you.”
Hating himself for what he was about to do…about to become, but with no hesitation, Angel bit into her, wincing at her sharp cry of pain. In agony himself, he drank, then slashed his own wrist with his incisor and held it to her lips. She drank greedily until they both fell into unconsciousness.
******
Angelus woke first. His eyes gleamed yellow as he scanned the naked woman beside him. He was impatient for his love to wake and thought of going out for a little snack to kill time.
An idea struck him instead and he went to the closet, letting some things fall on the floor and tossing others onto the bed. He searched under the bed for a suitcase as Willow started to stir.
A smile of pure evil crossed her lips as Willow looked at her paramour. She cocked an eyebrow, waiting for his direction.
Angelus grinned, “They can’t fix what they don’t know about.”
Giggling, Willow fell back onto the bed and held open her arms for her lover.
//Hopelessly addicted Helplessly attracted Chemically reacted Naturally we acted//
The End
Okay, who’s really pissed at me now??? The thing is, I wrote a couple of stories a while back called “Roles” and “Role Reversal” about Angelus and a vampire Willow. Someone thought it would be interesting to see how that whole situation came about.
Well, this is how.
You can read those 2 fics at our site, too. Although, you may want to wait, because I’m planning a few others that will probably happen before those. And don’t hate me too much…everything always works out for the best.
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