"You don't know?" Angel demanded. "They're your freakin' dreams!"
"Don't yell at me!" she cried.
"I'm not yelling!" he shouted. He took a deep breath and softened his
tone.
"I'm not yelling. I'm just expressing myself in a rather loud way."
"Also known as yelling," she said.
"Fine! I'm yelling!" he cried. "Excuse me, but I'm a little... freaked out!"
"Apparently being in the same dream as me freaks you out..." she muttered.
"I'm sorry, Angel. If it bothers you so damn much, wake the hell up."
She turned toward the door, desperatly wishing things could be back
the way
they used to be. When he was her dream and treated her like someone
to
seduce.
He caught her wrist. "Willow, being with you doesn't bother me. If you
remember, before we realized this was a dream, we were having quite
a
wonderful time togther."
She nodded, not quite meeting his gaze. "Why is this happening?"
"Something in me obviously needs to be with you at any level I can get,"
he
said softly, holding her palms up, inspecting their delicate creases.
"Even
if it's only in my dreams."
"What about Buffy?" she asked.
"What about Buffy?" he shrugged. "She isn't the person I thought she
was.
I'm not even the person she's built up in her head. I'm trying to find
a way
out, but she's a easily irritable woman with a instictual predisposition
to
kill my kind."
She nodded. "I can see your predicament."
He sighed and sank onto the bed. She sat next to him.
"Whenever I'm with you, I want to talk to you," he said, cradling her
cheek
in his palm. "But we always end up getting interupted. Willow, here
we can't
get interrupted here. If anyone interupts, I'll just... behead them."
She giggled. "Please, not on my account."
"Okay, what about viscious noodle-lashings?" Angel grinned.
"An entirely appropriate punishment." she nodded.
They laughed together. A few silent moments passed.
"I have a question," she said. "In the last dream, it was pretty obvious
that we were about to..."
"Uh-huh," he nodded. "I was pretty irritated when I woke up, too."
"Me too!" she gasped. "I wanted to know what it was like-"
She clapped her hand over her mouth. He grinned and pried her hand from
her
lips.
"You wanted to know what?"
"I wanted to know what it was like to be with you," she said softly,
staring
at the hands folded in her lap. "I know it's silly, but I figured here
I am
in this wonderful dream... where you stare at me with these intense
eyes
that seem to take everything about me and make it special. I just wanted
to
know what it's like to be that person who you tease and frustrate just
because you want to spend more time talking with me. I just-"
He stopped her mouth with a fierce kiss. She whimpered as his tongue
flicked
between her lips. They had kissed in the previous dreams, but this
was so
different. It was a dream man kissing some character in her head. It
was
Angel kissing Willow. On purpose.
"Know," he whispered, kissing the column of her neck. "I want to know
what
it's like to be with you, too."
She nodded, tracing the lines of his arms with her timid fingers.
He gently unravelled her stays, baring her pale breasts to the glow
of
lamplight. She tried to cover them with her palms.
"No, don't cover yourself from me, please?" he asked catching her wrists
and
pulling them away. He took one rosy nipple between his lips, teasing
it with
his tongue. "Trust me?"
She cried out, arching into his warm mouth. She barely noticed as he
peeled
her skirt away.
His mouth met hers in a searing kiss as she hesistantly reached for
his silk
pants. He lifted his hips to help her ease them down. She tried not
to look
at his huge erection. (How was that ever going to fit inside of her?)
He chuckled and took her hand, guiding her warm fingers around his shaft.
He
gasped as she curled around him, curiously stroking the warm velvety
flesh.
He cupped her breasts in his palm, his other hand skimming down to
her damp
curls. She arched up against his hand, seeking contact she didn't understand
but needed desperately.
He slipped one finger inside her aching core. She gasped, breaking away
from
his kiss. He groaned and thrust into her palm.
"Willow," he whispered. "Can I come inside you?"
"Please!" she cried.
He moved between her thighs. She waited for the sting of losing her
virginity. But as he thrust into her, she felt nothing but pleasure
flood
her body. He moaned as her warmth enfolded him. He lay still above
her,
relishing her tightness, her heat.
"It doesn't hurt," she murmured.
"I guess your brain's only letting you experience the good parts you've
imagined about sex," Angel grinned.
"Well, stop talking and let me experience it!" she laughed. He gasped
as her
laughter sent her muscles clenching around him. He began thrusting
into her,
his finger gently brushed over her clit.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him against her. He could
feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine. His fingers darted
over
her clit more ardently, sending white-hot waves rocketing through her.
She
clenched around him again as her orgasm gripped her.
She keened her release as he flooded her with his seed. He collapsed
over
her grinning against her sweat-sheened skin.
He rolled, pulling her against his chest, chuckling.
"What?" she asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Ohhhhh, no," he shook his head. "Trust me, you did everything right.
I was
just thinking. That's the first time I've done that in more than two
centuries without wanting to bite somebody."
"You can nibble on me, if you want," she offered.
"No," he said, kissing her jugular gently. "I like things just the way
they
are."
"Angel."
"Angel," she whimpered, turning in her bed. She opened her eyes.
Damn.
Back in her room. Her own boring room. Without an Angel.
Damn.
Across town, Angel sat up in bed. He looked around. No Willow.
Damn.