~Part 1~

Angel looked around in barely concealed distaste.  This club was, if possible, actually worse than the Bronze.  Running a hand through his dark, spikey locks, he groaned aloud.  "I can't believe I let Cordelia talk me into coming here". The smell by itself was driving him nuts, let alone the bright lights and loud pounding music. The smell of sweat, sex, and even vomit were maddening.

He knew his secretary and friend only meant well.  But her attempts at helping 'humanize' him, as she called it were driving him nuts. He clutched the glass of whisky in his fist and downed it in one gulp.  Angel shuddered, the stuff was nasty and obviously watered down.  At least Cordelia was having fun.  He forced a smirk and waved as the brunnette attempted to teach Wesley the basics of rhythm. Forcing air into long dead lungs, Angel sighed.

Then the music changed, became bearable.  He actually recognized this one.  Something from the eighties by that Bee guy-- no, Sting.

<Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on>

Angel groaned, and gave up trying not to think about the little red headed witch who'd been occupying a lot of his thoughts since he left Sunnydale.  Willow.  Willow, of her big green eyes and even bigger heart.  The one whose innocence and purity he dared not sully. Willow, the real reason he'd left.

He had been drawn to her from the beginning.  Even before the Slayer had appeared in Sunnydale.  He'd watched her sitting quietly at the Bronze sipping her Cokes and trying unsuccessfully to blend into the background.  Unsuccessfully, if only by virtue of that lovely main of red hair.  "Gods", he thought, "if she knew how much attention that bright shining head garnered, she would have probably dyed it then."

<Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on>

She was more confident now.  He remembered the last time he saw her. He'd been so cold.  He disgusted himself in that moment.  Jealous that she'd found happiness, he could smell the magic on her and the scent of someone else, a woman.

Angel knew that his love for Buffy had been real.  He also knew that he had only pursued that relationship because Willow was too good for him.  Buffy was a love based on lust and on his need to redeem himself.  What better way for Angel, also known as Angelus, Scourge of Europe to feel forgiven than in the arms of the Slayer of his kind?

<I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her is she'll marry me in some
old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone>

Cordelia and Willow had kept tentative contact through e-mail.  Angel mused that it would probably become a strong friendship.  After all Willow was a wonderful person and Delia had changed quite a lot.  He hoped so, maybe Willow would come to visit.

Angel took a page out of Cordelia's book and snorted at the direction his thoughts had taken, and looked around the club again.  Couples danced closely all around him.  Even Cordelia and Wesley were there, swaying to the music.  They were laughing and talking.  He felt so alone.  Sighing he decided to get another drink.  He even found himself wishing for a cigarette.  "Damn", he muttered darkly.

Striding to the bar, he didn't notice the admiring glances and lust filled looks he ellicited from both sexes.  Making his way through the throng, he kept one eye open to any trouble.  It was a habit.

<Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on>

Suddenly he found himself on the ground.  A warm, body sprawled atop him.

"Oh Goddess, I'm so sorry.  I was so not looking where I was going. Please let me.....Angel!!?"

Shocked beyond belief Angel looked up to see Willow of all people pressed intimately against him.  Green eyes open wide in shock, and something else he couldn't quite place.

"Willow", he asked bemused?

The suddenly accelerated heartbeat of the red head sounded loudly in his ears.  And then, she was in his arms squeezing him with more strength than he thought she possessed.  Unable to believe his good fortune he hugged her close and breathed in her scent.

Keeping a hold of her and getting up off the floor, he continued to hold her close.  Bending to speak in her ear over the music's volume, he asked her what she was doing here, how she got here.

<Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing she do is magic magic magic
Magic magic magic>

She shuddered against him, and looked up.  Willow's green eyes were luminous.  Licking her lips she said, "Magic".
 

~Part 2~

There was not much that surprised Angel.  He was almost 250 years old, he'd pretty much seen it all.  But at the moment he was well and truly floored.  Willow Rosenburg, object of his recent thoughts, was currently pressed against him, in some stupid club in the middle of L.A. Angel stared into her emerald gaze, willing her to say something else.  But she hadn't, not since he'd asked her how she got here. The red headed witch had simply licked her lips and
murmured, "Magic".

He ignored the rest of the club goers, some of which had swarmed over, when they saw the red headed girl appear and trip into him. Keeping her in his arms, he navigated them both into a relatively quieter corner.  The shadows hid them.  Angel immediately felt more at ease, he was used to the shadows.

The Sting song had ended and once again loud, pounding music he couldn't and didn't want to identify assaulted his ears.  Willow was still pressed up against him, and he realized that he had yet to let her go.  He felt like a pervert, but decided he didn't care.  He decided he liked her right where she was.

Looking down at Willow, Angel questioned her, "You said you got here by magic.  Were you simply referring to the song that had been playing, or did you mean it literally"?

The dark haired vampire had had to bend down to speak to her. Directing his question to her ear, to be heard above the pounding beat of the music.  The woman in his arms shuddered in response.  He smirked, glad he could get a reaction out of Willow.

Willow meanwhile, seemingly ignored the question. "You know I've always wondered about that.  Vamps don't need to breathe but then they talk and I feel air.  I mean, okay that makes sense since the act of speaking and using the vocal cords requires air, but I don't know its weird.  Its like the whole vampire sex thing.  Erections are caused by blood rushing to the penis, but vamps hearts don't beat so how does....", Willow trailed off blushing outrageously.  "Not that
you don't get erections or anything.... eep!! I'll just shut up now"

Angel chuckled, his body vibrating with his muted laughter.  The entire babblelogue she'd just indulged in had barely taken her 25 seconds to get out.  Angel was amazed he'd even understood half of it, she'd said it so fast.  "God, I love how her mind works", the vampire thought.

"Willow-- Willow, how'd you get here", Angel asked again.  He was starting to get worried.  Had she run away from her friends in Sunnydale?  Or could she have been looking for him?  He hoped it was the latter, although he refused to identify exactly why he did.

Willow shifted in his arms, trying to get more comfortable as she leaned against the wall.  And began, "Buffy was supposed to fight a big baddie tonight, and she didn't want us involved.  She didn't want any Slayerette ouchies.  So she took off by herself.  But that was like 3 hours ago, and I got worried."

"Let me guess", Angel chuckled again, "you cast a spell".  It was a statement not a question.

The red head nodded.  "It was supposed to take me to the person who needed me most, so I could help.  I thought for sure it would take me to Buffy if she were in trouble.  If it didn't send me to her, I figured it would send me to Giles for research, or even Xander, or Tara.  But it didn'".  Willow looked up at Angel and suppressed a groan.  "Damn but the man was fine", she thought.

Angel froze.  The spell had worked.  He needed her.  He needed her warmth, her heart, her companionship, and feeling her shift against him he even admitted to having quite a need for her lithe body. Erotic flashes of movement and disjointed fantasies were quickly pushed aside.  Angel sighed, determined not to embarass himself by reacting like a 13 year old boy going through puberty.

Still deep in thought, the little witch hadn't even noticed.  Angel thought it was for the best even though part of him wished she had felt his body's response to her nearness.

Angel suddenly found himself getting disturbed by her silence. Glancing at Willow again, he noticed the beginning of tears. Small salty tears which slid down her cheeks and got caught in her lashed, sparkling like jewels.

Willow hated crying, but this was too much. None of her friends needed her, even her girlfriend didn't need her.  Shuddering, she let the tears fall as she grabbed onto Angel and buried her face in his chest.  "Shit", the red head thought bitterly, " with my luck Buffy probably killed the thing hours and hours ago. She probably just went off to jump Riley without telling anyone it was over."

A stray thought then hit her full force.  Willow's tears dried up quickly as she realized who the spell had brought her to, and how he had yet to let her out of his arms.

Green eyes met brown.  Her heart beat accelerated, as she brought her hand to caress his cheek softly.  She watched as he closed his eyes and subtly turned into her caress.

Angel wanted to moan out loud.  He wanted to grab her and press her up against the wall, kissing her senseless.  More than anything he wanted her to wrap her legs around him so he could lose himself in her warmth.  But, he did none of those things.

"Angel", Willow said.  "Angel why did the spell bring me to you"?

She met his chocalate gaze unblinkingly, and brought her body closer to his once again.  And still, Angel did not answer.

"Angel" the witch said huskily allowing her own breath to caress the vampire's ear, "do you need me Angel"?
 

~Part 3~

Angel's dark eyes widened, became darker if possible.  Willow could feel his body vibrate and knew that he was growling low in his throat.

The dark haired vampire could feel his control begin to slip.  He was bewitched.  Red hair, big green eyes and warm body were slowly, but surely driving him to distraction.  With that one question, Willow had blown apart years of emotional barriers.  Walls upon walls crumbled.

They were alone, the club and everyone in it disappeared as time stood still.  They were the only two people in the universe.  Forcing air into his lungs Angel answered the woman in his arms.

"Yes, dammit I need you".  It was said harshly, almost resentfully.

Brown eyes were now gold, and instead of fear, Willow felt powerful. Her bruised ego absorbing the fact that she could affect this ancient warrior, someone she had always felt was beyond her reach.

Angel growled again, using his body to force Willow further into the dark corner of the dance club and against the wall.  He slid his knee between her legs, forcing her long, loose skirt upwards.  His body pressed against hers, until her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her pebbled nipples poked him.  The red heads gasp was captured by his insistant mouth.

Cool lips met warm.  Tongues dueled and caressed.  The kiss was hard, passionate.

Willow wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.  Angel's hard length was now in contact with her warm, moist core through their clothing.  Willow whimpered in pleasure and frustration, all other thoughts gone.  Only this moment existed, there was no good, no bad, no guilt.

Angel's hands wandered across Willow's body.  He wanted to memorize her.  Know how her breasts fit against his palm, feel their softness.  He knew this moment was stolen and wouldn't last forever, and was taking full advantage.  His body vibrated with need and repressed emotion.

Slowly, regretfully his mouth left hers.  Eyes that were once again brown searched Willow's face.  She was flushed, her green eyes were bright, shining and her lips were rosy and swollen.  She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.  In that moment he knew that this was what love was.

If this were the past, if she were Buffy then all he would be thinking right now, would be of sex.  He would be thinking of pounding into her and finding release.

But, this woman was Willow and he loved her.  And she deserved so much more from him.

Slowly the club's noises filtered back through Angel's brain.  The timeless moment was gone.  Music played, colored lights flashed and the murmur of voices were now heard.

"I've missed you Angel, more than you know", Willow whispered.  Angel heard her easily, glancing back at her lovely face in surprise.

"You have", he rasped.

"You made me feel safe. You never made me feel mousy or nerdy, or any of those other things, that everyone else did."  Willow stopped embarassed.

Angel looked away, afraid his eyes had told her too much.

Willow continued, "I could feel you, you know.  When you would follow me home and make sure I got there safe."

Not knowing what to say, at that revelation, Angel changed the subject.  "We have to get you back to Sunnydale".

Resolve face in place Willow looked at him like he was crazy.  "I'm not going anywhere", she said.

Genuinely confused Angel asked her why not.

Willow's eyes softened.  Slowly she brought his head down to her own, brushing her lips against his, she said, "Because you need me".
 

~Part 4~

Not knowing what to say, at that revelation, Angel changed the subject. "We have to get you back to Sunnydale".

Resolve face in place Willow looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm not going anywhere", she said.

Genuinely confused, Angel asked her why not.

Willow's eyes softened. Slowly she brought his head down to her own, brushing her lips against his, she said, "Because you need me".

Angel broke the kiss quickly but reluctantly when a familiar sounding cry of anguish broke through the background noise of club, its patrons' voices and the pounding music.

"Cordelia", he murmurred, and grabbing the red head's hand he moved quickly through the drunken crowd looking for his brunette receptionist.  Angel found her on the ground in the middle of the dance floor.  Wesley was trying to calm her as he attempted to get Cordelia to drink some water.

"Oh my", Willow cried, immediately releasing the dark vampire's hand to go to the fallen ex-cheerleader.  "Was this one of the visions she told me about Wesley", the witch asked?

"Miss Rosenburg...", Wesley said in disbelief.  "What in the world? Um, yes the visions, they are quite painful".

Angel scooped Cordelia up into his arms and found a seat at the back of the club.  Willow hurried behind him, trying to think up a healing spell which would cause the pain to cease.  Wesley followed.

"Willow", Cordelia said in amazement, "what are you doing here"?  Her temples pounded painfully.

The red head shushed her, and laid her hands on Cordelia's head. Asking for the blessing of the Goddess, Willow whispered a few words in latin, and pressed her lips to Cordelia's forehead.  To the brunette's amazement, the pain ceased immediately.

"Wow", Cordy said, "the pains gone.  Thank you Willow".  Then looking at her boss, Cordelia told Angel about the vision.  "It was actually rather tame", she quipped, "just a vamp nest that needs to be cleaned out".

Willow snorted, getting all three brunettes' attention.  "That's what happens when you're raised on the Hellmouth, vampire's become about as normal and scary as cockroaches.  Bunch of bloodsucking pests... she trailed off getting a good look at Angel's raised eyebrow. "Well, okay really scary cockroaches.  Cockroaches are terrifying." She blushed.

If it wasn't so sad, that the two girls actually thought vampires were normal, so to speak, Angel probably would have laughed.  He would do anything to give them nice, normal, demon free lives.  But then he remembered that neither one of them was really normal, either.  They had chosen their lives.  They were grown women, and one was a witch and the other a seer for God's sake.  He sighed, and asked Cordelia about the whereabouts of the vampire nest.

Angel went to get his coat, and Wesley followed.  Angel was determined to get this over with quickly and get back to figuring out what the hell he was going to do with his tempting witch.  He shook his head in disbelief. "Since when did she become my witch"?

Something tugged on his coat, and to his surprise Willow was standing at his side.  Cordelia stood behind her.  "We're coming with you Angel", the red head stated.

"Yeah", Cordelia huffed, "and don't argue about it either".

"I wasn't even going to try", Angel growled.

~~~~~

The drive to the site of the vampire nest was relatively short.  The four demon fighters piled out and crowded around the trunk of the car.  Willow, almost laughed at the array of weaponry the dark haired vampire traveled around with.  She grabbed small bottles of holy water and a few stakes and watched as Cordelia did the same.  To her surprise both Angel and Wesley grabbed swords.

Walking around to the front of the abandoned building.  Angel opened the rusty door and was treated to the loud screech of unoiled, rusty hinges.  Looking around Angel could feel the eyes of the hidden inhabitants boring holes in his back.  The place looked to be an abadoned factory, old conveyor belts and machines he could not identify were everywhere.

With a snarl, easily a dozen vampires began a mad rush to the four people standing just inside the factory's entrance.  Angel easily took out two with one swing of his sword.  Wesley had gotten one as well, before a large male vampire managed to grab him from behind and toss him to the ground as if he weighed nothing.

Cordelia hissed angrily and threw a small vile of holy water into the creature's face.  It screamed and grabbed it's smoking, melting face.  Willow took that opportunity to stake it, while Angel continued to fight two more.

The ex-cheerleader took that opening, to run to the side of the fallen ex-watcher who was being surrounded by vampires.  She staked the nearest one, and threw another vile of holy water on the one attempting to bite Wesley.  Willow followed, managing to duck a punch and plunge a trusty stake into a female vamp.  And then she was suddenly airborne.

Angel saw as Willow was thrown.  She landed on a conveyor belt and did not move.  He saw red.  No one, but no one touched Willow.  Angel could feel his human features melt away and dropped the sword.  He wouldn't need it.  Then with an efficiency and fury that made Cordelia tremble, he proceeded to destroy the six remaining vampires with his bare hands.  Angel tore them apart.  He staked one quickly, landing a roundhouse kick to another in one smooth move.  It got back up and he tore its throat out with his claws, watching in satisfaction as it turned to dust.

By this time Willow had regained consciousness.  She watched in awe and terror as Angel revelled in the carnage.  He was an ensouled demon, but he was still a demon. She shrugged accepting the situation, accepting him.  Willow moved over to Cordelia and Wesley who watched as the remaining four vampires received similar treatment and disappeared in a flurry of ash and curses.

Trying to get control of his fury, Angel turned to his friends.  Even though he didn't need to breath, Willow could see his chest rapidly rise and lower as he attempted to calm himself, and force his demon down.

Rising to her feet, Willow touched his sleeve.  She did not flinch as she met his gold eyes and ridged visage.  Leaning upwards she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips and caressed the ridges of his demon's face.  Beneath her hands and calming influence the demon melted away.

Angel was shocked.  Willow had touched him, kissed him after what he had just done.  After what she had just seen.  She had even managed to calm him immediately, simply with her touch.  He wanted to weep. Willow was too good, he didn't deserve her acceptance, he knew.  But instead of pulling away from her embrace, he pulled her to him.

He kissed her softly, gently.  The dark haired vampire explored her mouth leisurely.  Willow wound her arms around his neck.  She moaned her happiness.  "I love you Angel", she said pulling away, "all of you".

Cordelia and Wesley looked on in disbelief.  The ex-May Queen turned to her companion, "Okay, what just happened here"?
 

~Part 5~

Wesley sat at his desk in the midst of the old hotel Angel had purchased and was having renovated.  Only the office and one room had so far been made inhabitable.  Angel was living there, and now so was Willow.  It had been several weeks since the the red headed witch had appeared in their lives.  She was a welcome addition, and fit in incredibly well with the group.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched with fascination, the interaction between his vampire boss and the spellcaster.  Tenderness and love was obvious in every gesture and look.  Angel sat in front of a laptop computer trying to find information on the newest enemy for Angel Investigations.  Willow sat on the armrest of Angel's chair.  Occasionally, she would reach out and help the vampire with his computer researching skills.

Wesley knew they had yet to be intimate.  If they had, he knew that he, Cordelia and Gunn would most probably be dead.  He knew without a doubt that Willow could most definitely bring Angel the kind of happiness which was increadibly deadly to all their healths.  Wesley blushed.  Shaking his head slightly and pushing his glasses back up to their rightful place on his nose, he watched and tried not to make it obvious.

It was so increadibly dangerous the fine line they all tread. Cordelia was so happy that Angel was finally being allowed some contentment, Wesley knew.  She thought Willow was exactly what the dark haired vampire needed.  Since the incident with Voca when both he and the ex-cheerleader had ended up in the hospital, Angel had slowly been dissapearing behind his emotional walls again.  Willow, however, was breaking them all down.  But, they all knew that Willow and Angel's relationship had limits.  "It was quite sad actually", Wesley thought.

In some ways Wesley felt that Angel welcomed this opportunity to truly treat Willow to an old fashioned courtship.  They went out a lot.  Movies, quiet dinners, even walks.  It was as if his boss wanted to prove that a relationship between he and the witch did not have to be defined by sex or their inability to have it.  Wesley grimaced with the knowledge that this had not been so with Angel's past relationship to Buffy.  Buffy had broken up with him when it
became obvious sex was off limits.  That girl was truly self centered.

This was not to say that there wasn't passion in Angel and Willow's relationship.  Wesley blushed again, remembering a few of the intimate moments he had interrupted by accident.  Just remembering them, made him sweat and have to adjust his collar.

This just was not fair.  Angel was working toward redemption.  He risked his unlife daily.  Willow did the same.  They deserved more. Especially since she had given up so much to be here with him.

Sighing, Wesley remembered the phone calls Willow had placed to Sunnydale the day after a spell had brought her to Angel.  The first had been to her former girlfriend Tara, the second to Xander and the third to Buffy.

Tara, had been hurt but understanding.  Her knowledge of magic allowed her to see how what had happened, had been meant to be. Xander had been upset.  He didn't like Angel, never had.  But he relented, because he loved Willow.  Still Xander had made it plain, that he would never condone her relationship with the dark haired vampire, although he would support her.  And Buffy, well Buffy had simply cut all ties to Willow, refusing to ever speak to her again. Dissapointingly Giles had followed his Slayer's lead.

Yet, Willow stayed.  "She's an amazing woman", Wesley thought.  "Truly this is terribly unfair to her and Angel", his mind whispered.

~~~~

Willow tugged Angel's sleeve.  "Wesley's certainly thinking hard about something.  What do you think it is?"

Angel shrugged.  "I don't know but he's blushed at twice in the last 10 minutes".

Smirking Willow said, "then its probably about sex, what else would make Wesley blush?"  Sex, the very thing Willow had just been thinking about.  She sighed and wiggled on the armrest where she sat.

Smelling the arousal of his witch, Angel stifled a groan.  God he loved her.  And sleeping next to her and not being able to show her was slowly driving him insane.  He grabbed Willow's hand and brushed his lips across the sensitive skin there.  She shivered, and Angel knew that soon he would not be able to control his body's responses to her, Angelus or no Angelus.  He probably should have cared more, but he didn't.  Even his demon was in love with amazing red head.

~~~~

Wesley noticed Angel's tender gesture, and felt himself fill with resolve.  He was going to do something about this, damn it.  Somehow, he, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, was going to help his friends.

He grabbed his coat, hastily shoving out of his chair and sending it clattering to the floor.

"Angel, I'm going out.  I shall be back soon".  And then the ex-watcher left in flurry of movement.

Willow shook her head in confusion.  "What the hell was that about?"

"I don't have a clue", Angel said before pulling the red head from her perch and settling her on his lap.  "Come here my love", he murmured right before their lips met.  Passion flared between them. Could they stop it before it consumed them?
 

~Part 6~

Wesley reached the Sanctuary Club and Karaoke Bar in record time.  He resolved himself to humiliation, in the hopes of helping his friends.  He wanted to see if the aura reading demon who had helped Angel before could read his aura and tell him anything which could help in Angel and Willow's situation.  Wesley knew that the only way to do that was to sing a song for the demon.  "God I hope they appreciate this", he thought ruefully.

After a truly horrifying rendition of "My Way", a flustered ex-watcher is seated with the aura reading demon.

"Great song choice, but boy did you butcher it", the demon quipped. "Wonderful, everyone's a critic", Wesley muttered.

"So you want to help that gorgeous boss of yours", the demon began. "He has been denied happiness because of a curse-- ahhh", he said. "The woman he loves, she cursed him?" he asked.

Curious Wesley returned the question for another, "The second time, yes.  Why"?

The aura demon smiled.  "She is the answer.  When she performed the curse, was it for revenge or in anger"?

"No", Wesley said, finally beginning to understand.  "She did it to save her friends and the world, and because she wanted to save Angel".

"Then the curse was not a curse, but a blessing", the demon stated. "They are bound, just not completely.  She cast the spell, in love not hatred.

Wesley nodded in understanding.  "Are they supposed to complete their bond..... well, you know"?

Laughing now, the aura demon nodded.  "Yup, the very thing you were worried about.  A little hanky panky, the horizontal mambo, naked basketball--

"Yes, yes I get your point", the ex-watcher said.  Happily, Wesley shook his head wearily and ran for the door.

~~~~

Since Wesley had gone, Willow and Angel had not come up for air. They kissed and caressed.  Moans were the only sound.  Usually Angel was the one to pull away when things seemed to go to far.  But Willow realized when he unzipped her jeans and slid a hand against her silk clad ass, that he wasn't going to this time.  Reality crashed through her haze of lust and relunctantly it was Willow who pulled away.

Tears of frustration sprung into her eyes.  As she pulled away, got off of Angel's lap and stood.

Angel moved to stand as well.  "Willow, I love you.  I want you. This is driving me crazy.  This time with you has been amazing, I need you in my life, but I also want you in my bed".

Flustered Willow started to babble, "um, you already have me in your bed".

Slowly Angel stalked his woman.  He reached her quickly.  He stood so close, he could feel the warmth of her body radiating off of her. The dark haired vampire pulled her into his embrace, allowing the hardness of his cock to rub against her flat belly.

The move caused tendrils of heat to dance through Willow's body and straight to her core.  She could feel the moisture gather at her center and gasped as Angel repeated the move.

"Oh Goddess", the red head moaned.  "I want you too.  But, Angelus..."

At that precise moment the front door slammed and a gasping Wesley Wyndham-Pryce ran into the office.

Turning, Angel pinned the ex-watcher with a glare.  "What is it Wesley"?

"Went to bar" *gasp* "I sang" *gasp* "You and Willow, *gasp* can be together" *gasp cough* "She cursed you in love and friendship" *gasp* "Blessing not curse".  Wesley caught his breath finally.

Willow was shocked.  "What are you saying"?

The ex-watcher puffed his chest out proudly.  "I found out that since you cursed Angel in love, not hatred you have formed a partial bond. Getting to know each other, *ah-hem* in the biblical sense so to speak would complete the bond.  There is no fear of Angel losing his soul with you".

The dark haired vampire was floored.  He turned to the ex-watcher.  "Wesley, thank you, take the next 2 days off and tell Cordelia and Gunn the same".

"Of course, yes", Wesley stuttered and quickly left.

Unbelievable happiness coursed through Willow and she watched with half-lidded eyes as her vampire slowly and with predatory grace came near. Angel stood in front of the red head and a growl rose low in his throat, "Mine".

"Yes", Willow agreed throatily.  And then suddenly she found herself in Angel's arms.  With a speed only the undead could posess, they were up the stairs and in their room in seconds.

Their mouths met in long denied need.  Willow threaded her hands through Angel's dark hair surrendering herself to him with a moan.  "Angel".

Her passionate noises were music to his ears.  They excited him to no end, and his cock seemed to harden more and more which each gasp and cry.  His trousers were suddenly much too tight.

Angel heard her cry of dismay as he disengaged their searching mouths in order to relieve her of her clothing.  Her t-shirt was first, the bright blue cotton item was tossed in a corner.  Willow's small breasts seemed to swell under his gaze, inviting his touch.  Her black silk bra contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin.

Feeling suddenly insecure, a flush crept up Willow's chest and face. But she fought the urge to hide herself from his eyes and instead reached behind her to unclasp the bra.  Taking it off, she flushed again, but this time in pleasure as she heard him mutter, "So beautiful".

Reaching, Angel pulled off his black sweater.  It landed on the floor in a heap.  He reached for Willow.  His hands searched out her breasts, testing their weight.  They fit his palms perfectly and he whispered his pleasure to her, feeling her shudder against him.

The slender redhead's hands were not still either.  She explored the his broad expanse of muscled chest.  She marvelled at his beauty and traced muscle after muscle with a light touch that was making Angel growl in frustration.

Angel's fingers found her nipples.  He rolled them between his finger and taking note of their peachy color.  The vampire bent his head and took a sensitive nub in his mouth.  He suckled and nipped, until Willow could no longer stand.  Angel easily supported her weight in his arms.

Suddenly impatient, Willow's hands reached for the button and zipper of his trousers.  She wanted so badly to taste him, to fill her mouth with his hardness.  He wore gray boxers underneath, and she quickly divested him of those as well.

As small warm hands grasped his hard member, all thoughts fled the vampire's brain.  Willow was finally touching him, pleasure shot through his body.  Angel groaned unable to say anything coherent. Then when she took him into her hot mouth, he nearly came immediately.  He needed her naked now!  She was wearing to many clothes.  He reached for her jeans and soon they and her panties joined the rest of their clothes on the floor.

"Bed", Willow gasped and released his cock.  She grabbed his hand and turned towards the bed.  She lay down on the cool cotton sheets and he joined her, laying partially atop her, so that he wouldn't crush her under his mass.  "Mmmmmmmm, skin against skin", Willow moaned.

Angel was determined to do this right.  Slowly he trailed his hand down her ribcage and along the slight swell of her hips, he continued his journey until he reached her knee, and then continued up her inner thigh.

Willow quivered and bucked underneath him, desperate for him to touch her core.  And suddenly, his hand was there, his thumb searching out her clit as two fingers filled her.  Skilled fingers brought her to a forceful orgasm.  Before the shudders of her climax had even ended, Angel brought the large broad head of his shaft to the entrance to body.  He looked down into large green eyes, as if asking permission.  Willow gladly gave it, and nodded slightly.  She
repeated his name over and over like a mantra, "AngelAngelAngelAngelAngel...".

Slowly the dark haired vampire impaled his witch on his cock.  He watched in awe as his length slowly disappeared into her hot velvet depths.

"ANGEL!!", Willow screamed.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him further and deeper within her.  She fluttered the silken muscles of her pussy around him and grinned as she heard his gasp and moan of appeciation.

They moved as one, slowly at first, but with rapidly increasing speed.  She was so close.  Then suddenly, Willow felt her body shake under the onslaught of another orgasm, and screamed her pleasure as Angel's now golden eyes stared into her own.  With this, Angel abandoned all control and let go, pounding fiercely within her, one, two, three more times before he too climaxed powerfully. Instinctively his fangs sunk into Willow's neck, and as he drank from
her and claimed her, Willow was shocked as a third orgasm crashed through her being.

"I love you Willow", the vampire, who was still nestled inside her stated.

"I love you Angel".

Shifting so that she would not be squashed beneath him, the two exhausted lovers allowed sleep to claim them.

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It wasn't until they had been lovers for a month, that Willow and Angel learned what their bond entailed.  After a particularly nasty fight with a Feori demon, Angel had been hurt.  Somehow in her anger Willow unthinkingly drew upon Angel's own demon. She killed the Feori demon easily much to her own and Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn's shock. Willow had not used magic, she had used her hands.  The red head had broken its neck.

Angel found that he could stand short spans in the sun.  Watching the sun rise with Willow became one of his favorite pastimes.

Wesley realized that Angel and Willow had, with the completed bonding, somehow acquired a piece of each other.  Willow, a piece of Angel's demon, and Angel, a piece of Willow's soul.  Wesley even theorized that Willow was probably immortal now as a result.  They weren't really sure.  Only time would tell, but for the first time in their lives, the red headed wicca and the only ensouled vampire in history felt complete.

THE END

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