Meetings

E-Mail: midnightann@excite.com
 

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Joss owns everyone except Pacey, who belongs to Kevin Williamson. Characters from Kindred: the Embraced make an appearance, they belong to Spelling entertainment. No need to have seen the show. If any of you need clarification, please e-mail me. If you don't want to be bothered, skip that part.

Summary: This is a transitional chapter, and I despise it. The action is going to start soon (yes, finally). I wanted to skip this, but it gnawed at me until I wrote the damn thing *grumble*.

Notes: Part 7 of the Extended Family Series.

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Angel walked in the shadows, attempting to avoid detection by others of his kind. He wasn't really worried about Willy talking because Angelus had scared the Snitch spitless. During his last visit he had turned over some tables and chairs, breaking a few fingers and regaled him with tales of the underworld, all the while helping himself to a handful of bottles. It might not even have been necessary, just seeing a truly dead person with a grudge against him emerge from the tunnels had sent the greasy man to his knees the day before.

He smiled. No, there would be no trouble on that front...

He was heading for his club, even as his entire being was aching to go back to Willow. With every step he became painfully aware that the farther he got, the more deeply alone he felt. The powerful connection they seemed to have formed weakened and every cell cried out at the loss. He knew he wouldn't be able to withstand even a day without contact. He turned the corner and smiled as he stared at the still open strip mall. <Time to rejoin the twentieth century.>
 

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Faith had woken up from a sound sleep, still joined with Pacey. Due to the lateness of the hour she found the bathroom and got into a hot a shower, smiling as she thought of him. She didn't have the heart to wake him and she didn't take off the handcuffs. She told herself it was because she wanted to have her wicked way with him again, but deep down she knew she was afraid that he would leave before she returned.
 

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Pacey came back to life to the sounds of pounding on the door and ashower running. He made a move to get up quickly but fell back on the bed and cursed loudly as he realized he was still trapped. At least he was covered, sort of... the sheet hung dangerously low on his abdomen.

"Who is it?" He spoke, trying to keep his voice even.

"It's me, can I come in?" said an anxious voice from beyond the door.

"Okay, just -oh, hell, just come in."

The door swung open a few inches and the man popped his head in. He was already smiling, but the sight before him had him in stitches. Angel nonetheless managed to move to the nightstand for the key to Pacey's freedom.

The boy struggled to return feeling to his arms and stop blushing at the same time. Then he wrapped himself tightly in the sheet before moving to get his clothes.

Angel was still grinning from ear to ear as he sat on the bed and beganunloading four boxes from the bag he was carrying. He fiddled with the post-it's that adorned each box.

Once Pacey had his pants on, he found his voice again.

"This will definitely have to be added to the top ten most embarrassing moments in my short but colorful life."

"No sweat, if I had a quarter for every time Darla left me in a similar position... she was my Sire, so she had a lot of power over me- long story. So, the reason I'm here-"

He looked around.

"Is the Slayer in the shower?"

"Yup, at least I hope she is. Her clothes are still here."

Pacey lay himself back down on the bed and put an arm over his eyes, sighing loudly.

"Looks like you two had an interesting night."

"Well, alright, you know, that depends. If you mean beyond getting sloshed and being attacked by vampires? It was good, my friend. It was perfect. It wasn't just wham-bam-thank-you-sir; it wasn't cheap, you know, no matter how those handcuffs make it look. Little-miss-seen-it-all is without a doubt someone to get to know."

"So, you won?"

"I would say so, but if she heard she might try to kill me."

Pacey stared longingly at the bathroom door for a few seconds, before turning the tables on the vampire.

"So, out with it Apollo, what about you and the dashing Miz Rosenberg, any hanky panky I should be lecturing you about? Robbing the cradle, inter-species dating... talk to me man, pretend I'm Montel."

"We -ah talked."

"Yeah right! Sure, I'll buy that, alone, in the dark... the girl worships you and I've seen the way you look at her..."

"It's just not something I feel like talking to you about okay?"

"Whatever you say Apollo, I AM going to get the details one way or another. Alright, come on, what else happened, what's in the bag?"

"The most unexpected thing happened, well, aside from Willow." The vampire paused for effect: "I have a reflection."

He waited for Pacey's reaction but only got a puzzled eyebrow.

"I must assume you didn't have one before?"

"No, I haven't seen myself in 245 years, except in drawings. The guy at the store thought I was going to rob the place when I jumped over the counter getting to the mirror to make sure I wasn't hallucinating."

"Now why is it I wasn't there to witness that? I would be feeling a hell of a lot better about my little display here if I could have seen you do that, making faces at the mirror and all... You did, didn't you? Come on, throw me a bone Apollo, did you shed a tear?" He asked hopefully.

Angel chuckled and shook his head.

"I have to leave, but I bought us some cellular phones. I was only going to get one for Willow and I but I got a little lost in the joy of the moment and let the guy convince me to buy the family package. So there are four."

He took one and explained that they were all functional and that the post it's on each box had the name of it's new owner and the numbers to the other three on it.

Angel had a hard time convincing Pacey he didn't need to pay him back but he finally got the teenager to accept it as a gift for biting him when he got to town.
 

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Faith finally came out of the bathroom- naked- to find both men in a heated conversation.

"Okay, no. I'm not buying it, you have to be shitting me, man."

"I am serious, she left me there for three whole days without feeding me, all because I made one remark about how ugly the Master was, I mean, have you ever seen a Nosferatu in- guess not."

"So she was a bitch."

"The biggest, I did respect her though."

"So what happened to her?"

"She got bored, she always did. She patted me on the ass and sent me on my way... She came to town before... I guess that was last year, I had to kill her to protect Buffy." His stomach churned slightly as he ground out the last word.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not. It would be considered a deadly sin among the clans but she broke a lot of rules and... anyway, I never really cared for mommy dearest."

Faith had finished dressing and neither man had turned. Angelus spoke first.

"Slayer, you can come closer. I'm not the enemy."

"Whatever you say Fang," she said defensively, sitting down on the bed near Pacey. She relaxed considerably when he pulled her against him and kissed her ear.

"I was wondering," continued the vampire, "how do you know I'm not the enemy? When Kendra came to town she wanted me dead curse or no curse."

"My fath-watcher. He told me all about you. Seems he checked up on you over the years, told me you'd been here but he heard rumors that you went crazy and disappeared, but to keep an eye out for you just in case."

"Okay, but I'm curious how he would know all this. Giles didn't know about me before and the Watchers aren't supposed to know anything beyond common knowledge."

"He never told me. He's dead."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

"So, Faith. can I call you Faith?"

"You can call me Faith, until you try to kill me. Then, your rights and privileges will be revoked as far as I'm concerned."

"Fair enough."

"So what's with the cell phone?"

"Pacey can explain."

"Okay, so. it's mine but do I have to pay for-"

"No, it's a package. So, unless you make too many calls to Taiwan we're okay."

"Damn, and here I was just itchin' to do just that."
 

Angel got a pad of paper and wrote down the directions to the school, reminding them not to tell Giles of his return till he and Willow were ready. Then he went to the bathroom to check his hair and make faces at himself for a while before bidding the couple goodbye. Afterwards he went to rent a car for his little excursion.

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Willow walked into the library to find a suspiciously cheery Giles looking over a book. They bid their hello's.

"So, is there anything I need to research? What are you working on?" she asked, bending to see he had several pages with notes and scribbles on them.

"I must tell someone of this ttt-truely gr-grand turn of events. I ask you not to interrupt me until I've explained... I've seen Jenny. She's come to me. She materialised right in front of me. After I calmed down. we talked, we forgave each other, and she's told me about the other side and how it is- I can't imagine what it will be like Willow. I've written as much as p-p-possible, it's quite fascinating. I've just received a message from the council that a new prophesy has come to their attention."

Giles got so wrapped up in his story that he stopped stuttering. Willow and he had formed a new closeness over the summer, and he was no longer afraid of talking about himself more openly with her. He continued, pausing only to inhale deeply.

"...One they think pertains to true destiny. You'll see why I'm so excited in a moment. The text, however is so old that no one at the headquarters can translate it in it's entirety. They've sent it to Boston, they assure me the other slayer's watcher is an extremely talented language expert. They're waiting to see if he can make heads or tails of it, then I will be getting my own copy in a day or two just in case."

"Now comes the harder part for me, although I've had the better part of four days to get more comfortable with it. You see Willow, I have reason to believe Angel will be back soon, to fight on the side of good. That he will be a changed man. Ms Calendar; Jenny said she had made her peace, that we all make our own destinies and that everything had gone as planned. She showed me what it was like for him in the Hell dimension, and made me understand that leaving him there was not an option. She confirmed he was trapped with his soul and body, and although at first that made me quite happy, I understand that he is needed here and I will learn to accept it." Giles polished his glasses more forcefully, and tried to reconcile himself with what he just said.

Willow took a deep breath and clamped her hands together tightly. She had seen Hell, in her dreams she had visited him often, and although he was back the though of what went on there still had the capacity to make her physically sick.

"She then told me that a powerful witch will rise to look over the Hellmouth and the town, to lead the forces of light. I'm looking into it right now. I haven't found any documentation on a 'Guardian' as she called it, as of yet. But it seems several events must unfold for this 'true destiny' as she put it, to unfold. So you see the connection with the prophesy?"

He checked his notes after placing his glasses back on his nose and found the passage he was looking for.

"A great wrong must be undone by this person, then he or she must recognize their duties, as the persons tapped to aid him or her will be drawn to this town. It will be a delicate situation, as some will not come willingly, but with the help of -what did she say?- oh, yes. With the help of his or her other half, within the year a network will have formed and the forces will be balanced."

He looked up at her, finding her looking sweaty and slightly ill. He continued, trying to reassure her of his clear state of mind by lowering his voice and looking her in the eye.

"I know you may think I am grasping at thin air, that I'm getting ahead of myself as it were, but I've truly though about all the possibilities and I've decided this is too big to be ignored. We must research this and keep our eyes open for anything that would indicate this Guardian, or the people that were meant to aid in this fight. She also said something I didn't quite grasp about something called the Powers that Be. She confirmed, that there is one God above all things and that every planet that's habitated in the universe also have the same God. I didn't ask about dimensions though, because it was hard for her to stay in form. She said that God was made of 2 parts, the intellectual part, whose essence is male, and Azna, the emotianal part, whose essence is female. Willow, I tell you, it was truly fascinating. But I'm getting off the subject. The Powers that be, are not deities, but have somehow come to affect this earth. Willow, we havn't lost her. We havn't lost Jenny. Our loved ones really are in a better place. Reincarnation happens, souls are real."

Willow was a little queasy. 'A great wrong must be undone'. Wasn't that what the dream said? No, it said the wrong HAD been made right. Did that mean that Angelus being in Hell was the great wrong? Was he the Guardian? <Blossom and lead> Was she? She rose to get a cup of water and took a book from Giles who big surprise- had his own nose in a book, and a slight grin on his face.

It was good to see him smile again, although he never did much of that before. She was extremely interested in all he had talked about and looked forward to more in depth conversations with him about what Jenny had said, about God and the powers and well, everything. Buffy's leaving was a blow to him, especially after Jenny, and although Xander and him harbored hope that she would return for the school year, Willow knew it was very unlikely. Now, how to bring up Pacey and Faith? She took another long drink of water and opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it again as they heard arguing in the hall.
 

"Okay, look. I just don't think you should live in that roach motel. It ain't even close to safe and-"

"Oh, please Pacey. I can take care of myself, I'm a big girl or haven't you noticed?"

"I've noticed, BELIEVE me! You saved my nicely shaped ass back there but I still think it's not safe, as in the roof can cave in and no matter how strong you are it's not going to help you if the walls come down-"

"You're worried about me? -that's so sweet! I could throw up."

"So this is the part where you try and push me away again, is that it? Hell, if you want to dance that dance, I'll go along, but we're both strangers in a strange, no, make that THE STRANGEST PLACE in the ENTIRE WORLD. No matter how hard you try Faith, I'm not going to stop caring about you."

"Cut it out Pace, I know you're in it for the sex. That's all little boys think about."

"Oh please Pierson! You know that isn't true, and let me just state for the record that there is nothing *little* about me. If you want to make this platonic, no problem, I'll be the king of platonic. And I wouldn't mind never having to ask another man to un-cuff me from a bed again. But I like you. I think we're good together, so feel free to give me a nudge when you've sorted things out. I ain't going anywhere."

Faith leaned against the wall and sighed.

"You know, I hate feeling like this. Like I don't know up from down. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this if you keep knocking me off my game?"

"You know, I know how you feel Faith. I HATE it when people say that, but that doesn't make it untrue. I had these same patterns I keep repeating over and over. Life would through me a curve, I'd be destroyed, but I would put on my happy-nothing-fazes-Pacey-mask until Iwould believe that I was okay, that I had my feet on the ground, that I could breathe. But I never did."

Faith stayed against the wall, watching Pacey get wrapped up in his monologue, moving around and making arm gestures.

"When I met Andie, I though she was the love of my life. She had her heart on her sleeve and she though she saw the real me underneath all those layers people never noticed. But she didn't. I let her get a glimpse sometimes, but I knew it was too good to be true. And true to form, because really, why would I get a break? I got another curve ball right in the gut. And then another for good measure. That's how I ended up here. I am not going to hide anymore. I'm not going to be Pacey-the-goofball-who-lets-everything-roll-off-his-back. I won't live like that. We got a fresh start here, Pierson. Come on now, what's the verdict? Are we giving life the finger by being okay, or are we going to play more games?"

He had stopped his mad gesturing and had settled both his hands on her shoulders, leaning in to look her in the eye. She felt her resolve melt away and the words came tumbling out.

"I don't know how to be okay! I can't remember a time when I was okay. I was starting to be, with Adam. He said he wouldn't leave me Pacey... what a fucking joke! It's like my mother when she said she loved me... between men and a couple of drinks. But she let them hurt me, she let them hurt her, and Adam left. You're going to leave, or you're going to get tired of how screwed up I am and I'll be alone again. Don't worry, I'm used to it. It's better that way... Anyway once you get to know me."

She tried halfheartedly to get away but her attempt was unsuccessful. Pacey wiped the one tear that had fallen and took her chin gently, but firmly in his hands, tilting her head up so their eyes could meet again. He spoke calmly, truthfully, and clearly. He let the mischievous glint in his eyes fade and replaced it with the seriousness he wanted to convey.

"Faith, look at me. Don't you get tired of all this drama? We don't have to live like that anymore. Adam didn't leave you. He left this world, and I'm sure he tried his best to stay. But I have to believe that there is some kind of cosmic-something here. We met each other, we met Willow and Apollo and now we're going to meet this watcher man. We are not alone anymore. And I won't leave you. I can't. Now will you take my hand, Slayer, so we can get this done."

Faith took Pacey's hand and laughed off her tears.

"Who knew I'd be such a flake? Ugh. It's pathetic. I can stake ten vamps without breaking a sweat but I still don't know how to have friends... I want to believe you, Witter, I really do but-"

"You don't have to. One day at a time. One hour at a time. One minute- well, you get the picture"

Faith kissed him hard and smiled.

Maybe the other shoe would drop and she would pay for opening herself
up.

Maybe she really had found a place where she could fit in.

They realized they were in front of the library and cringed at the thought that they had been heard. They took a deep breath and opened the door. Willow was at their side in an instant, while Giles had retreated to his office to compose himself when he had surmised that this girl was a slayer. Had Buffy died? Or was this the girl from Boston? He couldn't detect an accent through the doors.

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After slightly awkward introductions, and a very awkward silence, Willow sat down.

"All in favor of getting this over quickly, sit down."

They all sat around the table, staring at each other.

"Well, let's not all look like we're awaiting execution..." She looked at Giles who was looking at Faith who was looking at Pacey who was looking at Willow.

"Well, this is fun," she jested. Then she figured out why Giles was so pale. She immediately reassured him. "Giles, Faith is Kendra's replacement. Buffy is fine, I'm sure of it. I did some checking and she hasn't re-enrolled in school... and their house was soled. I don't think we should count on her coming back."

"Well, yes, I just... this is rather complicated. The council thinks Buffy is still here. If Faith's watcher-"

"He won't come here. I can fill in for her and you can train me until you figure out what to tell them. Adam didn't trust them... He would get one over on them every chance he got. He was a wicked good liar..." She smiled sadly and Pacey took her hand.

"But how can we be sure he won't come? And if you've run away they'll have every watcher alive looking for you..."

"He's dead. They killed him. Kakistos or his little sidekick Trick... I think one or both of them are here now and they are not going to take a break. I don't think Adam was in touch with the council a lot. He even said if he ever had to disappear for a while, he had some computer thing on automatic. If you need me I can stick around-"

"Yes, that would be best for the time being. I trust you both have places to stay?"

"Total Dive."

"Willow's guest room for now."

"Giles, we'll figure the living arrangements tomorrow."

"What about school? Oh, Willow, there was something else... I had a meeting this morning with Principal Snyder. He's had the board devise an accelerated program that would have students graduating in December. I thought you might be interested."

"Normally, I would want to live my senior year to the fullest, but it won't be the same... Graduating the quickest way possible is sounding very good. We'll talk later. You were researching something exciting so I'll leave you to it, Pacey can help you with the dread machine. I'll patrol with Faith and show her around..."

"Okay, but first, I'd like some information on this Kakistos and... Trick? If Kakistos is who I think he is-"

"He is. Hoofs and all. I can't wait to kick his ass."

"Yes, well, alright," responded the slightly dazed watcher.

Willow acquainted Faith with the weapons locker, but she said she was good to go. She had a number of stakes, and she also liked to use a sword to behead them, but that was back at the motel. Willow handed Pacey her house key and asked Giles to give him a ride.

Pacey got up, walked over and kissed Faith firmly, but lovingly, whispering to watch herself. Faith took the bag Pacey was carrying and headed out the door with Willow. He turned back to the watcher who was looking at him curiously.

"You aren't going to call me G-Man are you?"

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It didn't take Angelus long to find his old friends. In fact, nothing much had changed since he'd left. He'd seen 'The Haven' was still booming, and had heard around town his old partner Julian was still Prince of the city. It was still dark when he made his way to the mansion, the place that had once been his home, and sanctuary. Julian ran several businesses, as did Lilly, his on-again, off-again lover and mate. He saw several vampires, much more than even in Sunnydale. These, however, were not the same kindred. A lot worked for a living, most didn't kill, all had to be involved with their clans and live under the rules of the Masquerade.

He stayed in the shadows, debating weather to scale the fence and break in, or finding a way to be announced. It wasn't like calling was an option... So he scaled the fence and made his way to the front door, staying in the light as to avoid looking too much like an intruder. He laughed when he found the door unlocked and took the stairs up to the second floor. He was found out when he got to the top of the stairs.

He found himself being pushed, face against the wall, and a gun pointed at his head.

"Took you long enough." He chuckled.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't splatter your brains all over the wall," came the threat, with barely-controlled anger.

"If I was here to harm the Prince he would be dead, and so would you, pup."

"You think you can take me big boy?" The bodyguard spat in his ear, pressing the gun harder against his temple.

Angelus laughed and quickly disarmed the much younger vampire. He tucked the gun in his pants and took out a stake. The Gangrel backed up, hoping assistance would come but Angelus didn't make a move. He just leaned against the wall and sighed.

"Like I said. If I were here to harm the Prince, you couldn't stop me. But I'm not. I just want to see him. You think you could wriggle me an audience?"

"I don't know you, or even what clan you are," said the younger man, surprised he couldn't tell right away. Gangrels usually had the sharpest noses.

"I'm a Toreador. And he will want to see me..."

"We're in the middle of a conclave meeting."

"Good. I won't have to track everyone down. Now, do I have to kill you or can we just walk down the hall like the civilized demons we are?"

The bodyguard nodded and Angelus walked passed quickly, wanting to get to the meeting room before the Gangrel tried him again. He almost made it. The younger man came up from behind and choked him just before he could open the door. Angelus head-butted him and went round his back, twisting one of his arms hard, almost to the breaking point so the Gangrel was totally incapacitated (and in a fair amount of pain).

He opened one of the doors wide, pushing the struggling bodyguard in front of him. He smiled widely at the shocked looks he got from the ones who knew him. He took the gun out of his pants and threw it on the table, then glared at the man at the head of the table.

"I think you need better help. Tell the pup to back off, he's trying my patience."

"Cash, it's okay," the man soothed, expression stone cold.

He released the frazzled vampire and he went to sit at the Prince's side.

Angelus chuckled: "He's a Primogen? What is he, like, 30?"

"What business is it of yours? You left. We thought you were dead."

"I was."

"Explain that."

"Lost myself in New York, got tapped to work with the Sabbat Slayer on the Hellmouth. Ended up getting sent to Hell for 300 years. Just got back. I need your help."

"You're not lying," the man stated, looking nonplused, but curious.

There were numerous clans represented in the room. Julian was the Prince, and represented the Ventrue clan, Cash was the Gangrel primogen, Daedelus was Nosferatu, Lilly was still standing up for the Toreador and an obnoxious young man named Cameron was Brujah. There still wasn't a Tremere or Malkavian presence in San-Fransisco, at least not one big enough for them to be represented, which made managing the clans somewhat easier.

Cash let his curiosity get the best of him and asked, "What is this Julian, you gonna let this guy just waltz in here and treat you like you're some guy on the street. He should be kissing your ring."

Julian and Angelus just stared at each other. Lilly still hadn't turned around to face her friend.

The Brujah primogen let his temper flare, a common occurrence, before anyone could step in.

"What is this an open house? I have a mob to run. If some random Toreador can just walk into this place you're obviously even more unworthy of the title than we thought."

He got up to leave but Angelus, who always had a severe aversion to Brujah, caught him by the neck on his way past and shoved him to a kneeling position, then smashed his face onto the floor, his knee grinding into the man's back.

"I'll have you know that I'm not a random Toreador, and if you ever disrespect me again, you're a dead man."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me boy, just try me; I'm not officially under the Caramilla. You know, if I think about it, I may not even be in town... Accidents happen everywhere, so watch your step, Brujah."

Julian stifled his laughter and Lilly turned to Angelus. He released the seething man, who made an empty threat to the room before marching out the door.

Cash, Daedelus and Lilly got up. Angelus greeted Lilly first, kissing her lightly and giving her a big hug.

Daedelus shook his hand and smiled but Cash remained guarded.

Angelus turned back to Julian and opened his mouth but Cash spoke first.

"Is anyone going to tell me who this guy is?"

He was ignored.

Angel took a step towards the raven-haired Prince and gave him a wounded look. "Julie, you aren't going to stay mad at me are you?"

"I think I'd like to see you grovel a bit. Maybe kiss my ring, or lick my boots. In fact, you should refer to me as Prince, and treat me accordingly." He gave Angelus a serious look.

Angelus laughed and made his way over to his friend, putting his arms around him, he kissed him soundly on the mouth, nicking his own tongue to offer his loyalty and friendship as he had in the past. Of, course, it was not how it looked from the outside, and that's why he'd always done it that way.

Cash was shocked, Lilly was salivating and Daedelus was mildly amused.

They pulled apart and Julian wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his Armany suit, shaking his head at what had just looked like blatant disrespect.

"Still the same Angie. It is good to see you, brother." He nodded, amused. "Can this business wait till the morning?" he asked the group, regaining his composure.

"If you wish, my Prince," Lilly mocked.

"Good, you can have your old room back," he told the new arrival.

"You mean your room." He teased, stifling a giggle when he saw Julian fighting not to roll his eyes when the bodyguard Cash actually blushed.

"No, I mean the room Archon gave you." The Prince said patiently.

"I'm sorry about him, I heard too late. If it makes a difference, I didn't see him in Hell."

"Thank you Angel."

Lilly turned him to face her and ran her hands over his face, looking him in the eye.

"It's so good to see you again. I kept hoping you would come back... we looked."

"I know. I'm sorry. I really want to catch up but first I have to talk to Julian about my childe."

Lilly gave him a quizzical look, arching an eyebrow as she brought her ever-present wine glass to her red lips. "You never spoke of childer, or of your life before we met you. I never knew anything Angel."

"I guess it's time... I'll come by the Haven tomorrow and we can have a long talk."

"You'll tell me everything?"

"Everything you want to know, Lilly."

"Just tell me your name, for now. Your real name."

"Angelus Keiran Bailey, childe of Darla, order of Aurelius."

"The scourge of Europe, the one with the angelic face..." she trailed off, trying to reconcile the image of the monster she had heard of with that of her long-time friend. She ran her hand over his cheek, staring into his eyes for something she may have overlooked during all those decades. She found nothing.

"Yes."

"William the Bloody, the one they call Spike, he was your favorite childe. Legend had it you two were mated. He is the one you speak of?"

"Yes, but we never found the need to mate, and I wouldn't have been able to survive without him if we had. Regardless, he is still my first and favorite childe. We never knew much of our heritage. We didn't even know about the clans..."

"What changed?"

"I was cursed. I left."

"Archon. He knew of this?"

"Most of it. A friend sent me to him." Angelus debated whether to tell her who exactly their mutual friend was, but decided to wait until the next day, when it could be discussed at length.

Lilly nodded and left to digest the information.

Daedelus retreated to his underground home after telling Angel to stop by when he could. Cash was sent away after giving Angel a promise he'd be watching and the two old friends sat down for a drink and a long talk.

Angelus filled him in on the problem at hand and Julian made a few phone calls to track Spike's whereabouts.

Angel and Julian, once two peas in a pod or Archon's most feared enforcers, were both finding they had less in common. While Julian settled into his role as Prince of the city, stopped the clan wars, literally built an empire all the while living in the mortal world, Angelus led a completely different life.

It was only when Angelus mentioned Willow that they found common ground. Julian, a few years back, had fallen hard for a mortal. Things did not work out for Julian and Caitlin, as the full disclosure she craved could not be given. Living under the Caramilla meant finale death to anyone who exposed the masquerade, and as the Prince he had no choice in the matter. He sent her away with no memory of their involvement and she was now happy with her new husband in Los Angeles.

Angelus' love was a different matter. Julian was supportive and a little jealous of his friend's good fortune. They went on to a more painful subject, that of Archon's death at the hand of Cameron, the Brujah primogen and why it was sanctioned.

After a few hours and more blood wine, they got a call from the Prince of Mexico D.F. who knew a little more about the situation and being a Ventrue like Julian, opened up more easily. The information they were given was not enough to form a plan so they both retreated to their rooms to think.

Angelus called Willow right away, leaving a first message for her at home. Then went to catch up with the Nosferatu before calling her again and leaving an equally embarrassing message. He was quite giddy, a new feeling to say the least. Every cell in his body still yearned for Willow, but seeing his friends again gave him some closure on that part of his life. They were still there for him.

Daedelus was wise as always, giving him advice on his new state, on how to go on, on how to live. He was given the new sun block, this one strong enough to allow extended periods in the sun.

If vampires are older, and they feed regularly on human or vampire blood, it is very possible for them to walk in the day. Stay out of direct sunlight, wear as much clothing as possible, wear a hat or scarf over your head, powerful sunglasses... but the burning sensation is not pleasant and a wrong move could mean severe damage, or death.

This new block was more powerful than any of those that were previously made, and ensured that with a hat, sunglasses and long clothing, the vampire could walk out into direct light with nothing more than slight discomfort. It was a fairly new development to ensure the masquerade could survive in these modern times and it was most popular with the kindred of the area.

Angel's first instinct was to turn down the gift, but the thought of being able to pick Willow up at school one day made him rethink his decision.

Daedelus was not impressed with all the money he had made distributing the stuff. Being a Nosferatu meant living underground and that hadn't changed in thousands of years. In their more 'civilized' state, they were completely bald and had very long earlobes, their skin almost translucent; in their primal state, they looked like the old Master. Pointy teeth, gruesome face, clawed fingers and feet.... either way, they could not pass for human easily, if at all. Daedelus didn't resent his looks often, but he still looked for ways to make life easier for him and all other kindred. He dabbled in alchemy and was a skilled magician.
 

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Patrolling had been productive for both girls. The misconceptions they had about each other quickly dissipated and they found they had quite a bit in common. Both had parental *issues*, both had trouble getting people to see past their first impression of them, and both were happy and terrified about their new love interests. Willow filled her in on life on the Hellmouth, and the whole story of Buffy, the slayerettes, their battles and finally Angel.

She then tried to assuage Faith's lingering mistrust of Pacey and men in general by telling her of their internet friendship and how he ended up in town.

Faith told her all about her mother's drinking, the men she brought home, her rape at the hands of her favorite 'uncle' when she was 11 and how she dealt with it (badly). Then she opened up about how Adam came into her life and gave her a name, a place to stay and a man to trust. They fought only a handful of vampires, none of which knew about Kakistos or Trick, toured the cemeteries and had ice cream for breakfast. They talked all night, slowly building a friendship neither knew they craved. Faith walked Willow home at dawn and refused her invitation inside, promising to call her on her new phone when she woke up to talk about school.

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Willow found Pacey asleep on the couch (and drooling on a new cushion), a half eaten bowl of Fruit Loops on his lap and the television blaring. She took the bowl away, turned off the television, covered him with a blanket and went up to her room. She undressed for bed and debated having a shower before she saw the message light blinking on the answering machine. She pressed the play button.

*You have three new messages*

"Willow, I'm in San Fransisco with some old friends. I tried your cell phone but it's not on yet so call me as soon as you turn it on. In fact call me as soon as you hear this. I ache being away from you Saileach. I don't think I'll be able to stand sleeping without you for more than a week any more than you can, so I'll try to make this fast. It seems my son has gotten himself imprisoned and is being held somewhere in Mexico... Did the kid tell you I have a reflection now? I wish you could have been there with me. It's strange after all this time. Why didn't you tell me my hair has a mind of it's own? It's out of control. I guess I shouldn't be leaving you a message this long. I just miss you so much, I miss everything about you, I miss being near you, being able to touch you... I see a cold shower in my immediate future. Or ten. Call me. Now. I won't be responsible for what I do if you don't get back to me little girl, I am not joking. I may just have to cut this trip short and kidnap you myself. *laugh*. Put you in chains...I need you. I love you. Now call me. Now. Seriously. Stop listening to this and call me. Will you turn this off? Don't make me come down there, witch. Like I said SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES. Say hi to the boy for me. And call me. I love you. I'm hanging up now. Now. I swear. Call me."

*MESSAGE SAVED*

Message 2:

"Hey Will, it's Amy. I need to know how the spell went and if we're celebrating the next Esbat together. Call me anytime. Before you wonder why I'm not more worried about the spell, I ran into Harmony and her little ass-kissers. Heard they'd seen you at the mall. I think you better watch out when school starts... she said to warn you she'll get her revenge. What did you do? Don't leave me hanging girl, details, details, details... get in touch!"

*MESSAGE DELETED*

"I just thought that maybe you couldn't reach me on the cell. If you can't reach me I'm at Julian Luna's, I don't have the number though. It's bizarre being back here after so long, it's been a dozen years without counting, you know. I know I've never talked to you about what happened after I left Europe; anyway... we'll do that later. There's also a nightclub called the Haven, Lily Lang is the owner. You can get a message to me from there. I wasn't joking when I said I ache being so far from you. I shouldn't have gone so soon after... but I guess there wouldn't have been a better time. If William wasn't in so much trouble, I would be back in a heartbeat. Back to you where I belong. I can't wait to speak to you directly, I can't wait to see you and hold you and... Will used to say he was love's bitch, okay, that's crude, maybe slave...I guess I know how he feels now. Ugh. I'm sorry Willow. I'll try not to call again. I just, I just miss you."

*MESSAGE SAVED*

Willow was beyond tired, but the messages from Angel had her heart beating wildly. She had giggled through both of them but the sound of his voice, even unsure and light, made her quiver. She got into bed, forgetting her pajamas and the shower she had been thinking of and dialed his number.

"Willow"

"Hey."

"Why- how are- did you- hey..."

"I was patrolling with Faith, I'm fine, I just got your messages. Hey back."

"Oh, I wasn't sure-"

"They were nice. Thank you for the phone."

"I have a reflection."

"Faith told me. She saw you making faces at yourself... I guess I shouldn't have taken down all those mirrors around the house. I wish I could have been there with you."

"I wanted to come back, but I was afraid if I spent one more second with you I'd never leave."

"It's okay. Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Only that he's being held by a gang in Mexico. From what Julian told me, they're selling him."

"What? Why would they-"

"I don't know. There's a war going on between the clans. These Brujah need money to go after the Prince... we still don't know where he is, or how to bid- or if he's already been soled. I don't like this, they have to have done something to him-"

"Do you have to sleep, or do we have time to talk?"

"I'm in bed, but I can't sleep. We have however long you want."

"Well, it would be easier to talk about some things on the phone... You said you wanted to talk to me about what happened after you were cursed. I thought you just, you know, didn't do anything."

"About a year or so after the curse, I tried to reunite with Darla and Dru and William. They were in China. It didn't work out and I just-freaked out. I wanted to go home to Irland, but I got lost along the way. I made it to France, and by that time, I didn't want to go home, so I found myself overseas. First was- uh- Montréal, then I made my way to the Pacific coast and down to San Fransisco. I met a vampire named Archon and his new childe Julian when I got there. Archon took me under his wing. He was Prince of the city."

Angelus told her about the Caramilla, the 7 clans, as opposed to the Sabbat and their clans. He told her about the hierarchy, the primogens, the various powers each clan had, the rules of the masquerade, and finally, what he and Julian did as enforcers. He talked about their relationships, Archon, Daedelus, Lilly, Julian... She was fascinated. When he was done with his tale, she had a million questions.

"This makes more sense. So, the reason you didn't know about the happiness clause, and that sex could, you know, get you there, was because you did have sex over those years?"

"Yes."

"So these vampires aren't... you know. bad?"

"No, not really, I mean most don't kill and they do pay their taxes- except if they're Brujah. They run the mob."

"And they weren't cursed?"

"There's always been a healthy debate about what happens when someone is embraced. If you ask them here, they'll tell you they just become another species, and they keep their souls, only they feel everything more deeply. I learned a long time ago not to question things of this nature too much, they could be right... I don't think we'll ever know. Maybe it's magic, maybe something happened to one, and it affected their childer... some of them have been known to loose their conscience and guilt, but most are more human than humans. I know what happened to me, I know what I was before, but if I ever brought up the curse to them they would have laughed. I told Archon something had happened, but not all of it, Daedelus is the only one who knows everything about me. He's much, much, older that I am, he helped me keep myself under control. I think he has a theory, but we never got into it..."

"Wow. I never knew..."

"You weren't supposed to. If a human finds out about the masquerade, they're either embraced or killed, and a blood hunt can be issued on the vampire who broke the rule, resulting in final death. You already knew about vampires, the ones who are drawn to the Hellmouth and don't live by the rules... Julian said it would be okay if I told you about the rest. He wants to meet the girl who has my heart..."

"Oh no!" She shrieked.

"What?"

"Your heart! It was right here on the nightstand were I left it..."

After they both stopped laughing. Willow resumed with her questions.

"Which one are you?"

"What? Oh. I'm a Toreador. We're the sexy ones." <Artsy, I meant artsy>

"I'm not even going to pretend to disagree with that."

Angelus sighed, but vowed to keep the conversation away from sex, or how they felt about each other, lest he commandeer one of the Prince's limos to get back to her.

"So, how did everything go with Giles."

She related to him the highlights of the day, except for the fact that she thought she may be the Guardian. She also told him about Faith and her story.

"So what now?" She asked in a smaller voice, settling into the cool covers.

"I can't sleep, I won't sleep today. I'm not good with... Maybe we could just talk some more."

"Okay. Why don't we ask each other questions, and we have to answer them. I think, maybe, we should get to know each other better because, we-"

"I'll start. How did you find out about us?"

"Well, it was when Buffy first came to town, I saw her stake a vamp. It was so strange because all of a sudden, everything made sense. You'd think I would have been more freaked, but I wasn't. I'd rather have my eyes open than to be going around oblivious to the dangers that lurk. My turn, how did you shave when you didn't have a reflection?" she asked sheepishly.

"Mmm, well, you just learn. When I first got turned, Darla did it for me but you start to learn all the contours of your face. When I made William, he was so dirty, he hadn't shaved in a long time, if he ever had. I taught him how to do it, but I always shaved him, and cut his hair the way I liked it..."

"Really? I never imagined Angelus doing anything that... sweet."

"Yes, well, we all have our Achilles heels. I think that's why he cut it short, and bleached it. It does look good but not half as good a his natural, soft brown curls," he sighed.

She held her breath.

"Willow? Is this too weird?"

"No. My turn again. How many languages do you speak? I always wondered 'cause from what I've read, you've traveled and everything but you were a demon, so I'm just curious if any of it rubbed off..."

"Let's see. Gaelic, of course, English, duh, French, since I was a kid, Cantonese, Dutch, Russian, my favorite, Spanish, William's favorite. I learned some Romanish and Rumanian but for obvious reasons... Then there's the basics of German, some Native-American dialects, some demon languages, Portuguese and Italian I can understand but I never studied, I can read Latin and some Ancient Greek... Oh, and Korean. I think that covers it- I wasn't in China long enough to learn Mandarin or Cantonese, but I want to, if I ever have time. I love Kung-fu movies."

"Russian? Why is Russian your favorite language?"

"It was the first one I learned that had no real basis in any other language I knew. William and I, before Dru, spent about 15 years there when we left Darla. It took five years before any of it sank in but I was determined. William and I would spend hours trying to get the words and pronunciation straight. We always found creative ways to remember... It took William two more years to learn and when we finally left, we would speak Russian when we didn't want anyone understanding what we were saying. It was like a secret code, something else we could share only with each other.... As long as no one could understand, we didn't have to play all the games that were expected-"

"How did he know you were cursed? You said he knew where you were but how did he know you were cursed?"

"I'm guessing Drucilla had a vision. When I went back to them briefly, he was so angry at me; was it because I left him or because of the curse? Who knows? If he didn't know about the curse and where I was until '75, and he didn't see me in person, it is possible he just sent me the book because I went under the Caramilla. He probably wasn't sure of anything until I saw him at the school."

"That's when you offered Xander up for a snack-"

"Excuse me for not wanting to hurt anyone I cared about."

"Ooo, that was harsh." she giggled, knowing he had attempted humor.

"Yeah, so I was just a little caught off guard. For the years since I left him, I tried to think of him only as Spike, a nickname he got after I made Dru. But I had NEVER called him Spike. It was impersonal. He liked to be called Will, so I called him William, or 'Liam even. Anyway, at the school, I forgot myself and called him Spike and that's what gave me away. Well, that and everything else. There was no hope of coming together again, there couldn't be, so he called my bluff and I let him."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to keep reminding you of him."

"I'm sorry Willow, I think anything would remind me of him right now. I know this is something of a world wind. Bringing me back, finding each other, than me leaving to find my childe, who all you know of is a vicious killer, and now we're talking on the phone like-. I wish I knew how to go about this. We've talked more in the last two days that I've talked to anyone for a dozen years. I'm just a tad rusty," he confessed, then whispered: "Do you really want me?"

"Yes."

"Because if you don't I'll have to stay away. Being near you-"

"Yes, Angel, I want you. I know it's going to be hard but it would be harder being apart. You've only been back two days and sometimes, I catch myself thinking of forever."

"Does that scare you?"

"Yes, but only because I really want it."

"So do I, Willow. I will make you mine, and in time, you will make me yours. No one will ever break that bond. Not William, or anyone else, do you believe me?"

"Yes."

"I want to know. When I asked you to say my name, and you called my true name..." He trailed off, hoping he knew the answer.

She sighed. May as well get it out. "Honestly, 'Angel' was Buffy's. I loved you, but I never let myself think of you that way. Or I tried not to. Angelus came back, and when he was choking me, he reacted to me. So I was scared but I started letting myself fantasize because, he wasn't Buffy's. Is this making sense or do you think I'm a pervert?"

"It makes sense. He was so obsessed with you... I loved hearing my name on your lips. My real name, without fear. It's like you accepted me for my whole self, murderous, crazy bastard included. Not that I deserve it."

"I have my resolve face on buddy, if I hear one more comment on how you don't deserve something, I'll jump into the phone and pummel you. Or better yet, I'll hang up and... go put icky, gooey stuff in your bed."

"Honey, your not supposed to tell the person your threatening what you're going to do exactly-"

"Oh, you're so funny my jaw is hurting. -" She mocked. It was so nice talking to him this way.

"I'll make you a deal, I'll stop rehashing my homicidal maniac days if you promise me you'll say whatever's on your mind, whenever you want. Ask me anything, tell me anything, tell me to fuck off if you want me to fuck off. You're beautiful, you're smart and you are so sexy that I can't contain myself around you. Nothing you can say or do is going to change the way I feel about you. Except maybe if you were specially cruel."

"What would be especially cruel?" She inquired.

"Maybe if you decided to punish me by locking me up somewhere with no exits and oh, say XANDER in the room, not allowing me to kill him, or maim or torture him... that sort of thing. But you wouldn't do that to me, would you Willow? You could find a better way to punish me if I was bad, couldn't you Willow?"

Oh, Hell, he had gone there. His mind was filled with sexual thoughts, hormones flying and he was speaking huskily into the phone, drawing out each world, imagining her 'punishing' him. He inhaled and exhaled loudly in his dark room, willing himself to get a grip.

"Willow?" he asked quietly.

She managed a soft 'uh-huh' as she tried unsuccessfully to let the images his question conjured up to drift away. She opened her eyes and found she was breathing hard. <Gods! What is he doing to me? We were talking, just talking, like normal people and one little question and I'm drenched... Need distraction.>

She shuffled with the papers on her nightstand and found a crossword
puzzle.

"We shouldn't, you know, get worked up... So, how 'bout you help me do a crossword..."

Angel grunted but let her go, what could more sexual references get them but more frustration?

Willow tried to focus on the page without the proper lighting, and absentmindedly trailed circles on her bare stomach with her right hand. Her hand meandered further upward, brushing against the under curve of her breast, tantalizingly close to the nipple. She was pretty certain he was still lying down by this point, and she could see him in her mind, lounging on a four poster bed, bare feet peeking out from the black satin sheets, chest muscles slightly visible beneath a white undershirt. Or maybe he wasn't wearing any shirt at all. She idly wondered how she would be able to obtain that bit of information.

"So, um, are you comfortable?"

"Yeah." He breathed against the receiver as he slid the sheets further down his body, wondering what she was wearing, if anything at all. He silenced his mind again and waited for her to speak. She could barely make out the words on the page, and ended up reading a random clue at bottom of the page.

"I need a six letter word for a cut of white meat."

His hard-on sprung to life as he thought of an answer. He smiled, licked his lips and let his hand dip down below the sheets.

"Breast."

She hummed in approval and cupped her breast with her hand, rubbing her thumb over the nipple. "That fits," she said, fighting to keep her voice even.

She got an idea and put the crossword back where it was.

"Glad to hear it," he rumbled into her ear.

She visualized him again, and blushed at what her dirty mind came upwith.

"Are you up for the next one, Angel?" she asked, wincing at the pun.

"Try me."

She ran her tongue over her lips. "A four-letter word for eating a lollipop."

He laughed softly again, and she tweaked her nipple at the sound. "That's easy, baby. 'Lick.'"

"Mmm." A vision of the vampire's head buried between her legs flitted across her brain but she exorcised it with a massive effort of will; she was having enough trouble breathing normally as it was.

"Just what kind of crossword puzzle is this, miss Rosenberg?" he asked teasingly.

"It's only available to special subscribers..." she murmured. Her hand abandoned her breast and snaked its way toward her nether region once more, not even realizing she had spoken aloud. It seems her subconscious had decided to take his advice on daring to say what she felt like saying.

"So how do I get on this mailing list?"

She shifted on the bed, scooting down and spreading her legs a bit, bending her knees. "You have to pass a test," she told him.

"What kind of test?"

"A creativity test," she supplied. She slipped her hand down her legs until her fingers encountered the thatch of damp pubic hair. Goddess, she was wet.

"You have to be extremely...creative to pass the test."

"What king of question do you think they may ask me?" He croaked. Now that he was sure of where this was going, he let himself start stroking his massive erection in earnest.

"Well, let's see..." She paused to slip one finger inside of her, as her thumb found her clit teasingly, and bit down on her lip at the sensation.

"You might have to, umm, give as many examples as you can of things you can do with your mouth." <Subtle, Will. Real subtle.> Well, it wasn't like she was an expert at these scenarios, was it?

"Hmm." She could hear his intrigue with the proposal. "We already talked about licking, so how about...taste?"

"Uh huh." <Uh-huh>. She slipped another finger in, doubling the pressure.

"Slurp?"

"You can do better than that."

"Kiss?" His tone was still playful, enjoying the challenge.

"Mmm."

"Suck?" He dragged the word out, accenting the hard 'k' sound.

"Yes. You're doing good," she pulled her fingers out of herself and began circling her clit more forcefully, caressing her inner folds. Her hips undulated slowly beneath her hand.

"Nibble?"

"I can work with that..." Her fingers quickened.

"Eat?"

<Oh Goddess.> "Mmhmhm." <That's it, Angelus, keep it up, just like that...>

"Bite?"

"Yessss."

"Can you feel me Willow?"

Her fingers stopped and she almost chocked. "What?"

There was a pause, and the timbre of his response was thick and deep and dangerous.

"Can you feel my mouth on you. Can you feel me doing all these things to you?" Angel was beyond aroused right now. He couldn't believe she was the one who initiated this little game. He kept pumping himself and tried to imagine himself going down on her again, a pleasure he knew could never get enough of as long as he lived.

"Goddess, Angel..." She tried to find the embarrassment that was supposed to hit her at any moment, but didn't find one and instead of coming out reprimanding, her tone was pleading.

"I want you to feel me, love. Tasting you, eating you... say you can feel me."

Her fingers started up again as if of their own free will. "I feel you..." she whispered, astonished at herself but beyond caring at that point. She did feel him in her mind and he was the one stroking her.

"You taste so good, Willow, I wish you could taste yourself like I taste you..."

"Oh Angelus"

"Sucking your breasts, licking your cunt..." His voice was harsh against her ear, rough, excited. Not unfamiliar, but still thrilling beyond anything. "...Sliding my tongue in and out of you. Do you want to know what I want to do to you? Do you want to know what I've been dreaming of?"

"Yes, Angel, please..." She ground out, feeling herself getting closer to the edge with each twist of her fingers and each word out of his mouth.

"First, I'm going to tie you up, so every inch of your body will be at my mercy. I'm going to kiss and lick and suck you until you're begging me for release. I'll keep going until every nerve in your body is as sensitive as your clit. You'll be begging me to take you Willow... Finally, when I think we'll both go mad with desire, I'll slide up your body and look you in the eye, before I slide into you slow and sweet. I won't let you cum until I allow it, because, I'm a big BAD vampire. But when you do, you're going to cum so hard, with my dick deep inside you and my fangs in your neck... Do you feel me, Willow, do you want me to make you cum?"

"YES" She screamed.

He waited several seconds, biding his time. He cradled the phone closer to his mouth and whispered: "Cum."

"Angelus!" And then she was coming, convulsing wildly, gasping for air, dropping the phone beside her on the bed, emitting breathy moans she could not control.

When it was over, she lay there for a while, trying to recover, wondering how in hell their innocent conversation turned into this.

"Willow... Are you okay?" The tiny voice crackled at her through the
receiver.

She somehow managed to pick the phone up and place it against her ear. "Yeah. I'm...fine. How about you?"

"Well, I'll be better once I hang up and finish what you've started," he said, his voice filled with affection and humor and that hard glint of something else that shot a hot pulse of desire through her still twitching body.

"That doesn't seem fair..." she groused.

"What do you mean?"

"You got to hear me, Angel" she said throatily. "It only seems fair that I should get to hear you."

"It's not going to take long, baby. You want to hear me cum?"

She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and plunged ahead, trying to make her voice sound sexy, wondering if she was succeeding.

"Can you feel my nails, scratching down your back? Can you feel my hands, squeezing your ass? Can you feel my lips around you, Angel? Can you feel me going down on you, so far?"

"OhGodsYes..." Oh yeah, she was succeeding all right. His erection was painful, and the extremely vivid image Willow was painting had him teetering on the edge.

"It feels so good, I'm so hot and wet, like..."

"Oh..." He panted into the receiver.

She let her subconscious take over the reigns, as she concentrated on sending images to her new love. She spoke slowly, purring into the phone as she conjured up pictures of what's they'd done together in her room.

"I take you into my mouth, deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue around you... I can't wait to taste you, Angel, but I'm going slow."

"Yeah, I can feel that..."

"And then I suck," stretching the word out, just as he had earlier, "so *hard*..."

"Red... Oh, Willow!" He growled, his rapid breathing and strangled groan signaled his release, and she nearly came again herself at the mental image of him thrusting into the air, spurting over his belly, his true face contorted with ecstasy.

She waited a few moments for him to compose himself. "How are you doing?" she whispered.

"Better. How are your doing?"

"I think maybe I could sleep now."

"You're so incredible. I do love you, you know? Truly."

"I know. I feel it. I love you so much." She sighed and let sleep envelop her. When she spoke again, it was barely audible. "I'll meet you in your dreams."

"I can't wait."

Since neither of them wanted to hang up, they left the phones open next to their ears...

The End

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