Willow paused while crossing the street, she glanced upwards at the
facade of the Hyperion Hotel in awe.  She had only been here once
before, and the fact that Angel had had it renovated to its former
glory was impressive.

Light poured out of every window in the building, and even from
across the street, the sounds of voices and music could be heard.
The place was beautiful and it sounded like the party was in full
swing.

Cordelia had pushed and prodded Angel for this party.  She had
invited all former clients and all friends of Angel Investigations.
The Seer had invited Willow over e-mail, probably expecting her to
renege on the basis of work.  Running a start up internet research
and consulting firm was hard work.  However, Willow's company was
finally making money and Willow was tired of just talking to her
friends by way of a computer.

At least Cordelia occasionally came down to Sunnydale to visit
family.  So Willow saw her once in a while.  But Angel, well, Willow
hadn't seen him since she'd been down to the Hyperion that first
time, four years ago.  The day she had cast the spell to make Angel's
soul permanent.

At the time the red witch had thought Angel would immediately go
running back to Buffy.  But he hadn't, and so Willow had never told
the Slayer about the new status of Angel's soul.  Instead, the
gorgeous vampire had stayed on in L.A.  He seemed content with his
new life.  The Slayer and the vampire had moved on.  "In fact,"
Willow thought, "he's probably even dating someone by now".

Willow sighed and climbed up the steps to Angel Investigations,
wondering why the thought of Angel dating made her stomach clench
up.  Idly, she tucked a strand of long chestnut brown hair behind her
ears.  "Damn this wig was sure hot".

The hacker/witch had dressed as a wood nymph, a spirit of nature.
Her dark brown wig was a mass of tangled curls in which twigs and
multicolored leaved seemed 'caught'.  The hair came down to her
waist. Her outfit consisted of a tank top and hip huggers made out of
a stocking like material which gave her the appearance of nudity
despite being fully covered.  It was a daring costume.  Red, orange,
brown and green leaves and glitter decorated strategic spots on the
costume.  Willow had even used a glittery lotion on her skin. She
sparkled with every move she made.  Her large green eyes were done up
outrageously in orange and yellow shadow, and finely rimmed with
brown liner.  Willow's eyes glowed in her pale face.  She thought she
looked damned good.

Closing her eyes Willow quickly recited a simple glamour spell.
Suddenly, the leaves on her costume appeared to move, as if caught n
a slow wind which swirled about her body.

The wiccan pushed open the door to the hotel, and found herself in
the lobby.  It seemed as if a couple hundred people were there.
Willow smiled, proud of all Angel, Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn had
accomplished.  Demon and humans mingled together unconcernedly, most
in costumes.  While others didn't need them.

Willow spotted Cordelia immediately.  She sat at a table in full
gypsy regalia while a small crowd of well wishers, both human and
not, hung on her every word.  The Seer's hands rested on her rounded
belly.  Willow grinned.

She pushed and shoved her way through the crowd around her friend,
until she stood directly in front of her.  "Cordy, hi".  Willow was
surprised when Cordelia didn't seem to recognize her.

Cordelia Chase-Gunn stared at the slender form in front of her.
Glitter, leaves and an air of wildness clung to the woman.  It wasn't
until the former May Queen's gaze reached the woman's eyes, that she
knew who it was.  "Oh my God, Willow!", Cordelia screamed, and ran
over to throw her arms around her friend.  "Girl, you look good, kind
of naked, but good".
~~~~

From the second floor, Angel stood on the landing overlooking the
party with Cordelia's husband.  Neither one of them was too thrilled
with the amount of people currently walking around what they
considered to be their turf.

Charles Gunn turned to look at his friend.  "So Angel, what's with
the outfit?", he asked.

The dark haired vampire looked down at himself and shuddered.  He was
dressed completely in white; white cashmere sweater, white trousers.
The outfit was so blindingly bright, Angel actually looked like he
had a tan in comparison.  Then the vampire smirked, "Well, I
certainly wasn't going to wear a costume", he said looking pointedly
at Gunn in his sharkskin suit and hat.  Gunn was dressed as a 1940's
Mafia hit man.  "I figured wearing a color other than black would be
enough", Angel continued.  "You must have noticed how freaked out
Cordelia was whey you guys got here?"

Gunn coughed, almost choking on his drink with laughter, remembering
the almost terrified look his wife had given their boss when he'd
walked out of his room in that outfit.  The handsome black man
chuckled.

Angel continued to look over the crowd.  A sudden glittering flash of
light caught his attention.  "Someone, a woman obviously", he thought
taking in the costume, "was talking to Cordelia".  Turning to his
friend, "Gunn, who's that talking to Delia?", Angel asked.

A low whistle escaped the younger man.  "I don't know who that is but-
-YUM."

Angel's face turned stony. "You had better keep your mind on your
lovely expecting wife, Gunn."

"Believe me, nobody compares to Cordelia", the young demon hunter
replied.  "Still you've got to admit that whoever that woman is,
she's got one hell of a cute, tight package".

Angel remained silent, although he agreed.  The woman who appeared to
be dressed as a nymph, looked almost naked.  She seemed to be about
5'7".  Her legs were long, slender and shapely.  Her stomach was flat
and toned.  His eyes strayed to her breasts.  They were lovely.
Small, high and firm.  He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.

The dark vampire kept trying to get a look at her face, but all her
dark hair made it impossible.  Angel found himself wishing the
woman's hair was red.  He liked red hair.  Hair like Willow's.  He
hadn't seen the witch in 4 years.  They spoke often on the telephone
and through e-mails, but he wished fervently that she were here.
~~~~

Willow glanced around the throng of people surrounding her.  Many
were dancing, but more were congregated into groups, talking and
drinking Cordelia's punch.  Looking again at her pregnant, glowing
friend, Willow asked where Angel and Gunn were.

Cordelia smirked, "Probably hiding out.  They weren't exactly
wholeheartedly into this party idea."  The ex-cheerleader continued
to drink her juice and patted her protruding stomach absentmindedly.
Glancing upwards, Cordelia noticed her husband and her friend making
their way down the crowded staircase.  "Oh look, here they come", the
tall brunette told Willow.

Slowly, Willow turned around.  "Goddess the man was beautiful", the
hacker thought staring at Angel.  Then she registered what he
wore.  "White?", Willow asked Cordelia bemused.  "Is that a costume?"

The pregnant Seer shrugged, "I don't think so, I think he just wanted
to shock people.  I mean, when have you ever seen Angel wear anything
other than black?"

"Good point, that should be a sign of the Apocalypse or something",
Willow commented.  "Do you think he'll like my costume?"

Cordelia grinned, knowing Willow had no idea of the massive crush her
vampire boss had developed on the red haired witch.  "I'm sure he'll
just LOVE it", she replied, "but I hardly recognized you.  He's
definitely not gonna have a clue who you are."

The comment made Willow smile mischievously.  Hurriedly she whispered
to her friend, "Don't tell him who I am".  The Seer smirked, "Mums
the word, nymph".

~2~

As the men drew closer, Cordelia decided to improvise.  "Aerin",
Cordelia said loudly, "this is my husband Charles Gunn and my friend
Angel.  Gunn, Angel, this is my friend Aerin".  The ex-cheerleader
gestured to the costumed figure of Willow.

"Nice to meet you Aerin", the men replied.  Willow shook Gunn's hand
and then Angel's.  To the Seer's shock, 'Aerin' held onto the dark
vampire's hand and licked her lips seductively.  A husky un-
Willowlike voice poured from her friend's red lips, "Your yummy".

Cordelia's mouth gaped open.  "Yummy?  I can't believe she just said
that", the brunette thought.  Seeing the glazed look in Angel's eyes,
the Seer decided to grab her husband and get while the getting was
good.  "Umm, come on sweetie, I think we were running out of punch".

Angel was floored.  He'd been hit on before, sure, but for some
reason this woman turned his knees to jelly.  It was because of her
eyes, he knew.  They were emerald green, like Willow's.  Desperately
he grabbed hold of that thought. "Think of Willow.  You love Willow",
he thought.

When Aerin pressed up against him intimately, and asked him if he
wanted to dance, all the dark haired vampire could do was nod mutely.

Willow led Angel onto the dance floor.  She wanted to crow in triumph
when a slow song came on at precisely that moment.  The hacker
smirked, sure that Cordelia had had something to do with that.
Turning back to her silent companion, Willow/Aerin snuggled into the
vampire's arms and swayed against him to the music, a seductive grin
on her face.

Angel watched as Aerin's green eyes twinkled mischievously.  It was
killing him.  She was just so familiar somehow.  And Gods, she felt
so good, so right in his arms.  A rush of desire rushed through his
undead body.  The dark haired vampire took a deep, unnecessary
breath, and almost stumbled.  Startled, he looked down at Aerin in
disbelief,  his eyebrow quirked upwards.  She even smelled
familiar.  "Was it possible?", he mused.  Angel's senses insisted
that this woman was in fact Willow.  Angel pulled the warm female
body closer and took another breath.  "It was Willow!", he thought
joyously.  "But then what was she playing at?  Did she want him too,
or was this some kind of game?"  Suddenly, the vampire smiled.  It
was an evil smile, perhaps a remnant of his days as Angelus, as he
mulled the problem over.  "If it was a game, he could play too".

Four songs later, Willow still found herself in Angel's arms.  She
smiled, silently thanking Cordelia for the little run of ballads that
seemed to keep pouring from the hidden speakers.  She shifted against
the vampire she had fantasized about for so long, getting more
comfortable.  She couldn't get enough of this closeness.  The red
witch closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the feeling of finally
being close to Angel.

"Aerin, I want you".  The words, whispered in her ear, caused
Willow's eyes to fly open in disbelief.

The wiccan's heart began to beat triple time. "He wanted her?",
Willow thought.  "But what about Willow...I mean me?  Damn it! She
was Willow.  She couldn't believe it.  Now she was jealous of
herself" .

Tearing her eyes from where they rested on Angel's chest, Willow
looked up at the vampire.  Emerald eyes met eyes that were dark and
smoldering.  Time seemed to stand still.  Willow shuddered in
excitement and fear.  She couldn't speak.

And suddenly, Angel was leading her off the dance floor and upstairs.

Doubts assailed the cyber witch's mind.  "Did he pick up women
often?  Willow didn't think so.  Angel had always held sex as almost
sacred, unlike his alter egos; Liam or Angelus.  Didn't he?", she
argued with herself.  Still, arousal pounded through her body.  What
was she going to do?  "Goddess, she had wanted him for so long".
Groaning quietly, Willow allowed herself to be led away.

As they climbed the stairs and turned down a hallway, the voices and
music grew further and further away.

Angel sniffed appreciatively at the arousal and confusion pouring off
Willow in waves.  "She did want him", he thought, relieved.  He
smirked and turned to the silent woman by his side.  "This is my room
Aerin", he said opening a door.

Willow gulped.  "Umm, you know this might not be a good idea.  I
mean, we've just met and--  Her words were cut off by a sudden
passionate kiss.  Instinctively, she responded in kind, exploring his
mouth with abandon and moaning appreciatively when his lips moved to
her neck.  The dark haired vampire growled.  It was a primitive
sound, and it touched off something equally fierce within the red
haired hacker. She was startled when Angel ceased his ministrations
and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Oh no, my dear, we've known each other for quite a while now.
Almost ten year, I think", Angel said smugly.  Slowly, his hands
moved to her hair, searching out the pins she'd used to secure the
long brown wig.

Willow stood frozen in disbelief.  Happiness warred with
incredulity. "You knew!", she almost shrieked, and smacked him on the
arm with all her might.  She knew he had probably barely felt it.

"Yup", the vampire continued, obviously quite proud of himself.  "But
only because I got a whiff of your scent on the dance floor.  You
almost had me completely going out of my mind".

"I did?", Willow squeaked.

"Mmmm hmmm", Angel said, watching in satisfaction as the wig finally
fell to the floor and was immediately forgotten.  He breathed in the
scent of Willow's long red tresses. "I was going crazy with desire,
and angry at myself for feeling that way for a woman who wasn't
you".  As he spoke, the gorgeous vampire allowed his hands to move
across Willow's body.  From her neck, he traveled across her
shoulders and down her arms.  Suddenly, Angel pressed the tempting
witch against him and allowed her to feel the obvious evidence of his
desire.  "Do you want this Little One?", he whispered against
Willow's lips.

Moaning, Willow arched against him.  "Yesssss", she hissed.

~3~

Willow's acquiescence was all Angel needed to hear.  The vampire
swept the small woman into his arms, and into his room, quickly
slamming the door shut.  Everything was in darkness.  His eyes
adjusting immediately, Angel placed Willow gently on his bed before
turning to light a few candles scattered throughout the room.

The red head lay back on the bed in disbelief.  She couldn't believe
she was going to be with Angel.  And for real this time, not another
dream.  Willow pinched herself just in case.  "Ouch", she muttered.
Then she smiled.

Angel looked at her questioningly.  She shook her head and held out
her arms to him in welcome.  The dark haired vampire sunk into
Willow's embrace enjoying her warmth and softness.  Mouths met
searchingly, both individuals eager to learn every curve, contour and
secret place of their partner.

Angel's mouth trailed down Willow's neck, as his right hand played
with the lovely redhead's nipple.  His mouth followed the path of his
hand, his mouth closed over her nipple and tugged at it through the
thin material of his witch's costume.

Willow stared at the ceiling blindly, her body shuddering in
ecstasy.  A thought entered her pleasure addled brain.  "Too many
clothes", she said.

The vampire smirked and agreed.  "Her costume although beautiful and
imaginative was rapidly becoming an object of frustration.  As were
his suddenly much too tight pants", Angel thought.  Nodding at
Willow, Angel got up quickly and divested himself of the atrocious
white clothing.  Meanwhile Willow sat up on the bed and threw off her
top.  She was just starting to take off the slim fitting pants when
Angel approached the bed.  He was naked.  The dark haired vampire
walked slowly, his body moving with predatory grace.  Willow stopped,
and stared at him appreciatively with wide eyes. "He's like a god",
she thought.  All muscle and chiseled features.  Her eyes traced his
broad shoulders, and muscled chest, pausing at his flat, developed
stomach.  A small sprinkling of dark hair led her eyes past his slim
hips. Her eyes widened further and she licked her lips when she saw
just how large and how aroused Angel was.  Willow moaned.

Angel smirked, glad that Willow liked his body.  "Here let me help
you with those", the vampire said huskily, reaching for the waistband
of the redhead's pants.  "Lift up your hips Willow".

Willow complied, wanting the damned pants off now.  "Shoes", she
panted, "it'll make it easier".  The shoes and pants came off and
with them the small silk thong she'd had on.  Suddenly conscious of
her nakedness, Willow blushed.

"You're so beautiful Willow", Angel whispered hoarsely, gazing at eh
porcelain skin he'd uncovered.  Tiny feet met long lean legs.  A
small nest of reddish brown curls sat at the apex of her thighs.
Gently curving hips met an impossibly small waist and high breasts
crested with peach hued nipples begged for his touch.  "So lovely",
he said meeting Willow's emerald gaze.

The pale redhead blushed again.  Willow had never felt more desirable
or beautiful.  Angel's dark eyes smoldered, promising her pleasures
which would leave her limp and very satisfied.  Softly Willow called
her soon to be lover, "Angel... touch me".

And then all thought ceased.  Angel's cool mouth was once again at
Willow's breast.  His tongue traced the aureole and then teeth tugged
until the witch gasped.  The dark haired vampire repeated the move
with the other breast, as his hand trailed downwards to slowly trace
the folds of her femininity.

Willow rocked against his hand hoping for any kind of friction
against her sensitive core.  Her body screamed for release.  "Angel",
she gasped when she felt his mouth begin to follow his hand.

Angel stopped momentarily at her belly button, to dip his tongue into
the tiny well, before continuing slowly to her aching core.  The
vampire paused and growled, his eyes flashing gold, as he was
overcome by the scent of Willow's arousal.  Unable to control himself
any further Angel speared the redhead's cunt quickly with his tongue.

The hacker almost screamed, jerking in surprise.  "Oh Goddess", she
groaned, "too much, too much".

Slowly, Angel made love to Willow with his tongue, watching in
satisfaction as she writhed on his bed.  She was so delicious.
Willow tasted of bitter honey and strawberries. Angel groaned.  He
changed tactics and began to trace the lips of her sex delicately
using his tongue and teeth.

The pleasure was so intense Willow knew she was going to come.  She
just needed him to--  "Angel!!", she screamed, as the vampire nipped
at her clit, sending her crashing into orgasm.  Her body shuddered in
release.  Angel held on wanting to continue his ministrations and
milk her orgasm for all it was worth.

Willow threaded her fingers though the dark hair of the man lapping
at her lower body.  It was silky and soft, but the witch didn't have
time to explore those tactile impressions, she needed Angel now.
Willow tugged at Angel's head.

Angel smiled and kissed Willow's inner thigh, allowing a sharpened
canine to shallowly scratch her flesh.  He lapped at the scratch,
enjoying the small taste of Willow's blood.  The vampire allowed
Willow to pull him to her.  He moved upwards and over her, supporting
his weight completely on his hands.

Willow shifted, bringing her knees up and then allowing them to fall
open.  The move was an invitation, and as old as time.

The vampire continued to gaze into Willow's eyes.  "I love you
Willow", Angel said, as he slowly entered her tight, moist depths.
He closed his eyes, reaching for any tattered remnant of control.
Angel hissed, as he was fully sheathed in his witch.  She was so
tight.  He forced himself to pause, and allow Willow a moment to
adjust to his body's intrusion.

Willow moaned, it was a ragged needy sound.  He filled her so
perfectly.  She had been with other men, had other relationships, but
nothing prepared her for this feeling of completion.  She smiled up
into Angel's dark eyes and when she arched against him, he knew she
was ready.

In response, Angel began to slowly slide his length, in and out.  He
made sure with each stroke, that his pubic bone ground against her
clit.  Moans filled his ears.  He realized in surprise, that some
were his own.

The red witch met Angel's every thrust, she began arching up from the
bed and tightening her internal muscles each time.

Angel's eyes widened.  "What was she doing to him?", he thought.
Then he felt it again, as her vagina closed around him like a fist.
He groaned, "Willow, God, Willow!".  His pace sped up.  They were
slamming against each other now.  Any and all rhythm forgotten.

Muscles tensed and breathing quieted and suddenly in a flurry of
movement and loud cries, the lovers climaxed powerfully together.
Willow's core milking Angel's cold seed from his body.  She felt
Angel lap at a bite on her throat.  Her orgasm had been so intense,
she hadn't even felt it.  She closed her eyes, suddenly extremely
tired.

Angel gathered Willow close, unwilling yet to disengage from her
body.  His cock had softened slightly but still remained within her.
Willow smiled in contentment, murmuring in his ear, "I love you too
Angel".

The dark vampire allowed his own eyes to close.  He was happy.  For
the first time in a long time, he didn't worry about nightmares.  And
then, they were asleep.

~~~~

"So Aerin was actually your friend Willow", Gunn stated, kissing his
Seer's lips.  Cordelia groaned into her husband's mouth, and then
grinned. "Yup, we decided to play a prank on Angel".

They couple climbed the stairs of the Hyperion Hotel slowly. All the
guests had finally left.  The party had been a success, despite the
fact that the host had disappeared.  Cordelia hadn't minded though,
she had an idea where her boss might be, considering Aerin/Willow had
vanished at the same time.  Cordelia snickered.

Gunn looked over at the beautiful woman who was his wife and
grinned.  "You think they--"

"Shhhh", Cordelia interrupted, "Look".  She pointed down the hall.
And there, outside Angel's door, a long, dark wig sat forlornly on
the floor.

In silence, the couple locked up the hotel, and left the vampire
alone with his witch.
 

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