E-MAIL: ankhet@cswnet.com
DISTRIBUTION: Just keep my name attached
SPOILERS: Enemies
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT: WAR...pure smut
SUMMARY: Angel hires Willow to fix his computer. Willow finds some interesting stuff.
DISCLAIMER: If they were mine, Willow would have kept the leather outfit. Joss owns 'em, not me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the 1st part of the 'Numbers' series.
DEDICATED to Saber ShadowKitten, 'cause her Abracadabra Series got me hooked on Willow/Angel :)
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"I honestly don't know what I did," Angel commented, looking over Willow's shoulder as she searched the computer for any sign of the problem. "The screen just went blank."
"I'm sure it won't take long to fix," Willow appeased with a slight smile. "Now, could you stop looking over my shoulder?" she ordered still smiling. "Makes me nervous."
"Sorry," he responded, walking away from Willow and the computer and picking up his coat tossed over the back of the couch. He pulled his coat on then turned back to her. "Buffy wants me to help her patrol anyway. There's a little food in the kitchen," he called as he walked to the door and exited the mansion.
Willow was faintly aware of the closing door as she uploaded her virus detection program; when it was done uploading, she set it on 'scan' and sat back in the chair, closing her eyes. She listened for the distinct clicking from the program to signal it was done. She remained in that position until the clicking came fifteen minutes later. Leaning forward, she removed the screen saver and quickly read the results from the scan.
"*Three* viruses!" she whispered, "By the gods, what were you doing, Angel?" The program popped up a list of the corrupted files, and Willow was once again surprised to find every file was image and included her name as the file name. <What?> she thought as the computer popped up a question.
FILES CAN BE SAVED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO 'CURE' THEM?
Willow's curiosity got the best of her, and she clicked 'yes'. As the program ran the 'file save' option, it flashed the file names across the screen. Each and every one of the hundred plus pictures that had been corrupted was named after her with a number attached to the name. The progam finished salvaging the files, and she quickly exited the program.
She set back and stared intently at the screen. Her mind searched for reasons why she shouldn't look at those files, but with every reason why not to do it, she came up with four reasons why she should. Willow sighed in resignation and quickly found the File Find program. She entered in her search command of 'willow*.*' and pressed search. The rpogram pulled up every file she'd seen before plus several more; her eyes narrowed slightly. She clicked on the file entitled 'willow01.jpg' and waited for the image to load.
Willow's eyes widened when the image finally appeared. "Oh my Goddess," she muttered as she stared at the image of a redheaded girl with some guys cock in her mouth, but what truly surprised Willow was not the picture itself, after all Xander did own several porn magazines and she'd snuck peaks at them when he wasn't around, or the fact that it was Angel who looked at these pictures, it was the fact that the girl in the pictures had hair the same color, same texture, and the same length of Willow's when she'd first met him. "Oh my Goddess," she muttered again, exiting the picture.
Her hand seemed to move without her permission as she clicked on another picture. This time a pretty, young redhead with eyes the same shade of green as Willow's smiled happily at the camera as her face was covered in ejaculation. Willow exited the picture just as quickly as she had the other. She continued to click on the file names, take a brief look at the picture then exit it before she became too embarassed.
She was half way through the pictures before the obvious thought hit her. She'd realized after the first several images that the girl in them was supposed to be her, but now, now she began to see it as Angel did. It was *her* mouth around *his* cock. It was *her* head slung back in ecstacy as *his* tongue probed *her* cunt. She squirmed slightly as this new realization aroused her.
Just as suddenly as her realization about the pictures came, so did the realization that some one was standing behind her and had been for a while. She looked into the computer screen searching for a reflection, but she despaired, finding none.
"Angel?" she asked softly, sounding calmer than she felt as her heart leapt into her throat.
"Willow," he replied just as calm. He remained silent as they both let the seconds click by; finally Willow tensed slightly as she felt Angel move. Her heart sped up as she felt him stop right behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down to place a vice-like grip on her wrists. "Pick. Any. Number," he whispered, his breath caressing her ear.
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One part of her mind told her to make him stop; another part told that part to shut up. Yet another part of Willow's mind wondered briefly when she'd become schizophrenic then Angel kissed the back of her neck, flicking his tongue across the bone. She shivered as lines of pleasure shot through her.
"A-Angel, we can't do this," she reasoned. She felt him growl against her neck.
"And why not?" he asked, resuming his licking.
"Buffy--"
"Isn't here," he finished. He removed his mouth from her neck and kissed her gently behind her ear lobe. "Pick a number," he urged softly before burying his face in her hair. Willow closed her eyes and placed her hand on the mouse. She moved the cursor to any file.
"That one," she whispered, knowing Angel would hear. She felt him turn his head, not removing it from her hair, then smile as he moved his hand to cover hers on the mouse. He pressed down on her finger to open the picture; Willow heard the whir of the computer as it loaded a picture she hadn't looked at. She kept her eyes closed as she felt Angel move around in front of her and kneel. She squirmed slightly as she felt his breath against her stomach.
"Willow," he whispered. She gave no indication she'd heard him. "Willow, open your eyes," he ordered; she cracked them open slightly, the light from the computer screen nearly blinding her. "C'mon, wider, see what you picked," he urged. She forced her eyes open to look at the computer screen over Angel's head; a girl with red hair the same length as Willow's sat in a cushioned office chair. The girl stared into the camera with heavy-lidded eyes as a dark haired man knelt in front of her spread legs.
"Oh, God," she muttered as she felt her arousal.
"Willow?" Angel questioned, catching her attention. She looked down and met his eyes. "Do you want this?" he asked slowly. She didn't reply, but her gaze never wavered. Finally in a moment of boldness she reached down, grabbed his wrist, and laid it against her. He smiled slightly then leaned forward and pressed his nose against her core. He inhaled sharply. "You smell....delicious," he whispered, his breath running over the crotch of her jeans. He pressed his mouth against her and kissed her lightly through the jeans. She squirmed against him as he placed gentle kisses on her; she made a small sound of protest when he pulled away. He quieted her with intense eyes.
"Lift up," he ordered. She complied, placing both legs on either arm of the chair and lifting up. With deft hands, he unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, pulled them down and off her body; she watched as he tossed them into the corner. Then he gently ran his hands up her legs, over her hips, and to the buttons of her blouse; he rubbed the fabric lightly. "Willow?" he asked, meeting her eyes, "Was this shirt expensive?"
Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she asked, "Why?"
"Tell me," he ordered, running his fingers over the buttons.
"It was a gift...from Xander," she responded; he didn't remove his eyes from hers as his hands ran up her stomach. He gently cupped her breasts then moved his hands to the front of her blouse. He grabbed the edges and pulled sharply, sending buttons flying across the room. Willow looked down at Angel with sudden fear in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid," he appeased, raising enough to place a soft kiss on her lips and enough for Willow to see the bulge straining at his zipper.
"Impatient?" she joked.
"You have no idea," he replied in utter seriousness. He kissed her again, allowing his lips to linger. He pressed his tongue against her lips, and Willow opened her mouth willingly. Their tongues touched briefly as Angel's plundered her mouth. They both pulled back at the same time, and Angel moved his attention lower.
He bent his head and flicked his tongue out across the flesh peaking above the lace of her bra; she jumped at the contact but quickly relaxed. His hands undid the front clasp, spilling her breasts into his hands. He lifted one to his mouth and suckled it. Willow intertwined her hands in his hair and held him to her breast. She thrust her hips up as more juices flowed to her core.
"Goddess," she breathed when Angel released her breast. He turned to the other one but Willow's tightening hands on the back of his head stopped him. He looked up and saw the raw need in her eyes.
"No," he whispered, as her hips bucked against him. He pressed his mouth against her other breast and lathered it with his cold tongue until the nipple was peaked and hard. He laughed against her as her squirming intensified. Softly, he ran his hand down to the crotch of her panties and rubbed it against her growing wetness. She moaned and opened her legs wider. He moved a finger to the elastic by her leg and gently moved it away from her body. Still moving slowly, he pressed a finger against her sopping slit. He ran his finger along it eliciting another moan as Willow pressed her body against his finger. He smiled up at her as he suddenly entered her with that finger; her eyes widened at the sudden invasion.
He kissed down her body until he reached the waistband of her underwear. He licked along the edge of it and smiled as he felt her body shudder. He moved his finger in a gentle rhythm in and out, and Willow's body moved with him. He pulled his finger out as quickly as he'd entered her, and she moaned at the sudden emptiness. She looked into his face as he lifted the finger wet with her arousal to his mouth. His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked at the juices there.
"Angel...." Willow began, but he placed the same finger to her lips. She could smell herself on that finger.
"Not done yet," he whispered, placing his hands on her hips. He lifted her gently but divested Willow of her underwear with a sudden urgency. He set back a moment and studied her. "So beautiful," he muttered to himself. "Just the way I knew you'd be," he whispered to her. He kissed her lightly above her curl-covered mound but kept his mouth in contact with her body as he softly kissed the curls then pressed his mouth onto her cunt. His tongue darted out to find her clit and pulled it gently into his mouth.
"Angel," she breathed as she tensed at the contact of his cold tongue. Her hands once again found their way into his hair. She cradled his head gently against her until she tensed again both in pleasure and fear as she felt his face change against her cunt. He raked a sharp fang down her clit as his finger slid into her. She moved with the rhythm of his hand and knew she was rapidly approaching orgasm as he continued to run his fangs and tongue over her clit. Another finger entered her, and he increased the pace. A third then fourth finger found their way inside of her.
"Angel!" Willow screamed as she came, sending a flood of juices into Angel's mouth. She was boneless as Angel pulled away from her and she slid out of the chair. He set back, watching her, his arousal more evident than before. "Angel?" she asked, reaching a hand out to touch his bulge gently. "Take off your clothes." His breath caught at her order, and he quickly complied. He tossed his no longer necessary clothes into the corner.
She studied every inch of him and traced his muscles with a tentative hand. She crawled to him and kissed him gently, tasting herself on him. When she pulled away, she looked into his demon's face, straddled his knees, and guided him to her entrance. He entered her gently and looked up in surprise as he met resistance.
"Willow?" he asked softly; she met his eyes. "You and Oz haven't...." he stated. She shook her head. "Do you still want this?" She nodded this time and closed her eyes in anticipation. When it didn't come, she opened them again with question in her eyes. "Look at me," he ordered softly as he moved Willow fully onto him. He felt the resistance give, heard her gasp of pain, and saw her eyes cloud in momentary fear. He ran his hand up her back and rubbed it gently to appease her. The fear went away, and she began to move against him. She moved up and down on his cock for a few seconds before he pulled her tight against him, buried his face in her neck, and roared her name as he shot his cold sperm deep into her.
He fell back still clutching her to him and still inside of her. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her on top of him and stroked her hair with one hand and her back with the other. He felt her breathing slow.
"Next time will be slower," he commented, opening his eyes.
"Next time?" Willow asked, surprise evident on her face. "Will there be a next time?"
"Of course," he replied, and she sat up suddenly.
"We're going to have to talk," she commented with her back to him.
"In the morning," he whispered, pulling her back down against his chest.
"Tonight we sleep." He hugged her tightly and both of them fell asleep
under the computer table.
The End