Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Instead of Buffy and Angel finding each other when he came back from Hell it was Willow.
Distribution: redssoulmates
Feedback: No feedback...no fic. Lots of feedback...I write more.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: through season three of BTVS
Notes: '' is remembering a past event, Angel's soul is secure
Warnings: sexual situations, blood-letting
Dedication: Happy Birthday Gabrielle!!!!!
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Willow entered the old mansion quietly. Letting her mind drift, she remembers the past.
'She was walking through a graveyard trying to get home as soon as possible from a Scooby meeting. She knew it was foolish but in her eyes the quicker she got home the better. Out of nowhere, a vampire jumped out and attacked her. She tried to think of any spell she possibly could but her mind was blank. And her body was frozen with fear. Just as the vampire leaned forward to drain her, something tackled him from behind. She took a couple steps back and watched the two animals wrestle each other for dominance. As she saw dust settle to the ground, she looked into the other animal's eyes. It wasn't Angel, but it wasn't exactly Angelus either. She took another step back. And as quickly as he had appeared, he disappeared back into the night. Later on throughout the week, he had saved her another three times. Each time, looking more as Angel. She could feel the soul, seeing it in his eyes. "Angel?"
He looked into her eyes. He felt a need to protect her. A need to make sure nothing harmed her. As she talked, her voice was familiar. Everything lately was familiar. Angel closed his eyes for a moment and then when he reopened them, he knew. "Willow," he whispered hoarsely.
"You were."
"In Hell."'
Willow shut the door to the mansion behind her, her hand immediately feeling his claim mark along her neck. She knew nothing would attack her anymore. Not if they valued their unlife. Angel, just like Angelus, was very protective of what he considered his. She walked through the mansion quietly and up to his room. Willow entered, wanting, almost needing to see him. Pushing his bedroom door open, she stepped inside and found herself alone. Willow frowned and was just about to leave when she felt someone behind her.
Angel had watched her enter the room. He had listened to her heartbeat the moment she stepped into the mansion. Seeing she was about to leave, he stepped in behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, halting any movements. "Didn't know if you'd come to me," Angel told her seductively as he placed a small kiss on his claim mark.
"Mmm. Always." She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him being so close. "Keep kissing me?" she half asked and half demanded.
Angel started placing a series of small kiss down her shoulder. "Bad day?
She turned around to face him. "Make me forget?" she pleaded.
He smiled at her. "I can do that. Missed you."
"Show me," she pleaded.
His eyes flashed golden at her words. Pressing his lips to hers, he began to gently kiss her. He silently demanded entrance and was quickly given it from his lover. As the kisses became more aggressive, his hands drifted up to the buttons on her shirt. He undid them slowly, one by one. Letting the shirt fall to the floor, he extended his fangs, cutting the material of her bra. Angel ran his tongue over her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. "Like that, do you?"
"You know I do."
Angel smirked at her, a smirk that was pure Angelus. He leaned forward and started to kiss her neck once again as his hands went to the buttons on her jeans. Undoing them quickly, he reached up to her ear. "Take them off," he growled. He didn't want to wait anymore. He wanted his Mate.
Willow quickly did as she was told, wanting to be as near to him as possible. Realizing he still had clothes on, she reached for his pants but took a step back.
"Soon, not yet." He let his hands glide up her arms getting tangled in her hair. As he kissed her, he led her back to the bed, gently pushing her down on her back. He looked down at his Mate and smiled. This is what he came back from Hell for. "Every time you leave, I want you more." He climbed onto the bed with her and started to kiss her neck. He let his fingers danced down her body across her chest and stomach. As he went even lower, he let the pad of his thumb brush against her clit, her body responding to it.
"No teasing, Angel. Please," she pleaded.
"I gotta have a little fun," he told her. Angel climbed down to the end of the bed, parting her legs for him. "I like it when you scream my name," he whispered as he leaned forward. He ran his tongue along her slit, tasting everything that was Willow. She started to whisper low moans feeling his tongue drift across her skin. As he started to suck on her gently he could feel her body relax and her hands drift through his hair. "Angel." she panted. "Need you.inside."
He leaned up and stared into her eyes. "Tell me," he growled softly.
Willow knew what he needed to hear. What he wanted to hear. "I want you to fuck me," she said softly.
Without a word, Angel stood up from the bed and tore off his pants. Climbing in between her legs, he guided his cock to her entrance and sheathed himself inside of her. A small shiver passed through both of them. For Angel it was the heat that surrounded him and for Willow it was because he always made her feel full. She felt wanted and needed.
Angel pulled out slowly only to push back inside of her even slower. He continued the slow pace until she was screaming his name underneath him. Feeling her quivering around him, he closed his eyes holding back his groans. Watching her face, he waited until she recovered.
Angel let his demon out to play. She was his and he was going to have her. He dug his fingers into her hips and relentlessly fucked her. He knew she was probably in pain but he wasn't concerned with that. His demon was loving the pain that he was causing her.
Feeling her start to tremble around him, he felt himself on the edge. Morphing, he leaned down, giving him a new angle. He thrusted deeper inside of her. As he heard her scream his name for the second time that night, he bit into neck and emptied himself inside of her. He continued riding her through both of their orgasms.
Willow felt his fangs in her neck, making her orgasm that much stronger. Reaching her hands around his body, she dug her fingernails into his back until she drew blood.
Angel could feel the extra pain as she dug into his skin. This one action only made him bite down harder, renewing his claim mark. As he pulled away, he licked a stray drop of blood that tried to escape. "You're mine," he whispered and then rolled onto his back.
Willow knew his tone was the promise of nightmares and fantasies. She felt his arms wrap around her, holding her close. She remained quiet, waiting until her breathing returned normal.
After she caught her breath, she pulled out of his embrace and stood up, starting to get dressed.
Angel watched her. Wondering why she was acting strangely this time. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not really," she told him without looking at him.
"What are you doing then?"
"I'm getting dressed. I'm gonna head home."
"Why?"
Willow finished getting dressed except for her shoes and then turned to face him. "Because I don't belong here."
Angel climbed out of his bed and pulled on his pants. "You always belong here."
"Until when? Until you get sick of me? Until you decide you're better off with Buffy?"
"I don't care about her. You're the one I want."
Willow grabbed her shoes and turned around. She didn't believe a word that he had just said. Putting her hand on the doorknob, she turned it and opened the door.
Angel pushed his hand on the door roughly, closing it with a loud thud. "You're mine," he growled.
Willow turned around, partly out of fear.
"I'm not giving you up. I claimed you. You belong to me."
"But you don't belong to me," Willow told him in a soft voice.
"Is that what this is really about?" He noticed that Willow still wouldn't look at him. Bringing his wrist to his mouth, he made a deep slash, feeling the blood already coming to the surface. He held it in front of her gaze.
Willow quickly looked up. "What are you doing?"
"Offering myself to you. You are my Mate and I am yours. Drink and seal the bond."
Willow felt her breath hitch in her throat as she placed both of her hands on his arm. Slowly, she raised his wrist to her lips and started to drink.
Angel felt her suckle on the wound, craving it more with each drop. He pushed her hair away from her ear with his other hand and leaned down to her ear. "I love you," he whispered.
Willow stopped drinking and lifted her head to look into his eyes.
"Stay?" he asked.
Willow knew by accepting his blood that she had already given her answer. For the first time in her life she felt like she belonged to someone. For the first time she felt like she was loved. And now they were bound through blood and through love.
THE END