E-MAIL: ankhet@cswnet.com
DISTRIBTUION: Just keep my name attached
SPOILERS: Enemies
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT: WAR...PWP, well it tries to have a plot but doesn't quite get there ;)
SUMMARY: Willow wakes up. Buffy calls. Angel gets frisky. Wackiness ensues.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Joss'
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the 2nd part of the 'Numbers' series.
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Willow awoke to find herself pressed between the side of the computer desk and Angel's cold body. She screwed her eyes shut, hoping that the night before was only a dream and she'd wake up in her own bed any minute now. When she opened her eyes, she was still under the table and pressed against a sleeping Angel. A very aroused sleeping Angel. She let out a sound halfway between a moan and a squeal when she felt his arousal pressing against her leg.
"Oh, God," she whispered as she stopped moving, afraid of waking him up. Just then the phone rang causing Willow to muffle a scream with her arm. "Oh, God," she muttered again as she thought about who could be calling. <What if it's Buffy? Oh, God, what if it's Oz? Or Xander? Or Giles?> She tried to struggle out of Angel's arms, but only succeeded in causing his erection to swell. She felt his arms sag around her, giving her enough freedom to crawl out from under the desk. She turned her back on Angel and pulled herself into the desk chair. She blushed slightly as memories of last night surged forward; she quickly shook off her growing arousal and picked up the phone, missing the mischievous smile Angel directed at her.
"Hello?" she asked, sure her voice sounded passion-laced.
"Willow?" <Oh, God, it _is_ Buffy!>
"Um, yeah," Willow answered.
"What are you doing there?" Willow gulped at the suspicion in her friends voice; then she gasped out loud as she felt a tentative lick on the bottom of her foot. "Willow? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"What?" Willow asked, more to Angel than Buffy, as she lashed out with her foot and connected with hard flesh. "What, no, no, I'm fine," she appeased. "Angel wanted me to fix his computer, and I guess I fell asleep." <There, not a lie. I'm going to Hell.>
"He mentioned that last night," Buffy replied, understanding in her voice. Willow narrowed her eyes when she thought she felt a gust of breath against her knee, but as quickly as she felt it, it was gone.
"So, what's up?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"Oh, the usual, world's gonna end," Buffy replied nonchalantly.
"Nothing big, then?" Willow's eyes widened when she felt the breath again, this time near the top of her thigh. <How could he move without me knowing it?> "Oh, Goddess," Willow sighed, as Angel placed a kiss just above her mound of curls.
"Willow? Are you sure you're okay?" Willow looked down at Angel who smirked up at her.
"I'm fine, _Buffy_," she stressed her friends name for Angel's benefit. It only caused the vampire to grin wider and to place his lips on her knee. With a playful growl, he licked from her knee up to the apex of her thighs. Willow shuddered in the chair and bit her lip to keep from alerting Buffy.
"You sure?" her friend asked again.
"Yeah," Willow replied, her voice huskier than she would have liked. "I just hit my foot on something." She punctuated her excuse by kicking Angel again. The vampire easily caught her foot and used it to pull her leg over his shoulder. He chuckled, sending cold breath out against her core, as she tensed. He leaned forward, quickly darted his tongue out and briefly touched her clit. She jumped slightly.
There was a long pause on Buffy's side of the phone until finally the Slayer spoke, "Hey, Will, is Angel there?" Willow's body tensed and her mind searched for an answer any answer. <Tell her the truth,> a part of her mind urged. <Yeah, tell her you're screwing her boyfriend,> another part replied. Angel chose that time to place his mouth fully onto Willow's slit and lap at the juices flowing there.
"I-I don't know," she replied, trying in vain to keep her voice calm. Unwarranted, her free hand imbedded itself in Angel's hair urging his deeper.
"He's probably still asleep," Buffy commented, then as if remembering something important, "Oh, yeah, Giles wants you down here as soon as possible to do that research thing. That okay?" Angel's tongue pulled Willow's clit into his mouth, and he ran his teeth down it. Willow felt the orgasm coming, and she bit her lip trying to hold back a scream. "Willow? You there?"
"Yes!" Willow finally shouted in release, and Angel pulled away with a dark chuckle.
"Woah, girl, excited much?" Buffy laughed, unassuming. "So you'll be here?"
Willow nodded then realized Buffy couldn't see her. "As soon as I can be."
"Cool. See ya then!" With that, Buffy hung up the phone. Willow stared at the buzzing receiver in her hand, wondering how her friend could not have known what was going on.
"She is the most oblivious girl," Angel commented from under the desk. Willow looked down at him with anger in her eyes.
"How could you do that? She could have found out!" she cried.
"But she didn't," Angel replied with a smile as he pulled himself to his feet. He placed a small kiss on Willow's forehead then turned away from her and headed out of the room. "Are we going to the library?" he asked as he disappeared into what Willow could only assume was his bedroom. She didn't reply and dressed in silence; she started for the front door when Angel poked his head out. "Well, are we?"
"No," she replied firmly, opening the door. "I am. You're staying as
far away from me as you can." With that, she slammed the door loudly for
effect and took off running down Crawford Street.
The End
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