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Willow opened her eyes and looked around the dark bedroom. She turned her head to look at Angel, who was lying silently beside her. She didn't know how long she'd been here, but she had a definite feeling it had been too long.
She sat up and pushed back the sheet. A hand clamped around her arm and pulled her back down.
"Good morning," Angel smiled as he pressed his body down on hers.
"Morning? Is it?" she asked.
"Yup," he answered.
"I can't believe I spent the night here," she moaned and tried to push him off of her.
He tucked her firmly under him and crushed his lips against hers.
"No," she pulled her mouth free. "I have to go! I'll be late for school."
Angel grinned, "I'll write you an excuse. You felt hot so I kept you in bed."
His hand closed over her breast as he kissed her again.
"I really, really have to go," she struggled futilely under the weight of his body.
"Relax, Willow," Angel chuckled as he nipped at her ear. "It's Saturday."
She gave him a withering stare, "Very funny. Just for that, you don't get breakfast."
"Oh, I get breakfast," he replied as his hand drifted between her legs. "In fact, I get breakfast in bed."
Willow dropped all pretense of refusal as he parted her legs and entered her. She loved the feeling of him inside her. She couldn't deny it.
Angel thrust into her and gazed down at her face as her eyes clouded over with lust. Her lips parted and he kissed her softly. Willow drew his tongue into her mouth and ground her hips against him, driving his cold shaft deep inside her.
Angel growled as she initiated a hard, fast rhythm and tightened her walls around his cock, milking the cold semen from him as he roared her name. He lowered his head and drew one of her hard, pink nipples into his mouth. He clenched it between his teeth as his fingers captured the slickened nub of her clitoris and pinched it. Willow cried out and arched into him as her world exploded into a frenzied dance of colors.
Angel moved off of her and rolled her into him. She placed a soft kiss at the base of his neck and nuzzled close to him, basking in the cold hardness of his body as he rested his hand on her ass and pressed her against his softening cock. *** Angel watched in amusement as Willow took a careful sip from the coffee mug. She arched an eyebrow and looked over at him.
"See? It's just coffee," he smirked.
"It's very good," she smiled. "I'll finish this and go."
"I don't think so," he replied.
"Angel, people are going to be looking for me. Buffy and Xander type people. If they discover I haven't been home all night, they're going to be worried," she told him.
"You know what I think?" he asked her.
"I'm not sure I want to know," she grinned.
"I think you worry too much about what everyone else thinks," he said.
She shrugged, "Years of practice."
"Uh huh. What does Willow think? Your opinion counts, too, you know," he commented.
"Opinion about what?" she asked.
"About us. How do you feel about us?"
"There is no us," she stated.
Angel was stunned, "That's an interesting conclusion, though I can't figure out how you arrived at it. That was you in my bed, wasn't it?"
"I don't want to talk about this," she told him.
"Well, I want to, so you're going to. I think you like being with me, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, but Angel, this is so complicated. No matter what you say, we're not the only two involved in this. Other people's feelings are at stake," she said.
"You could just tell them. Get it out in the open. I'm not sorry about any of it, and I don't really care who knows," he stated.
Willow sighed, "I wouldn't even know how to start."
"How about, 'Buffy, I'm seeing your ex-boyfriend. In fact, he and I have been screwing for several days now, and it's really great,'" Angel suggested.
Willow choked on a mouthful of coffee before replying, "Very clever. Just remember, I get to hide behind you when she comes after me with an axe."
"Okay, look, if you don't think you can tell her right now, that's fine. I understand. Just please don't act like none of this matters to you. It does matter, a lot."
She set the mug on the mantle and walked into his arms, "I know it does. I'm sorry. This is all happening so fast. Please be patient with me."
He lifted her chin and kissed her softly, "I can do that. There's just one thing I want to say, and then I'll drop the whole thing for the time being."
"All right," she agreed.
"This is about more than just getting you into bed. I mean, it's a lot about getting you into bed, but it's much more than that. I care about you, kitten. You're the best thing that's happened to me in two centuries, and that includes the slayer. No matter what happens, I don't intend to let you walk away. In all the time I've known you, I've never even let myself think it, but I can't ignore it any longer. Willow, I l--"
She silenced him with a hard kiss. Angel pulled her against him as her tongue met his.
"Willow," he spoke against her lips.
"Don't," she responded. "Please, don't. Not yet."
He smiled softly and drew her lips back into a deep, lingering kiss.
The End