AUTHOR: Susie: susanne@zoom.co.uk
DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me. *sigh* Joss the King of all things we love does!! The Bogeyman belongs to all the people out there that believe and then some that don't! *grin*
DISTRIBUTION: My Site, I am Evil! Hear me Roar! http://evilroaring.cjb.net The G4G site Mysteries Untold, BK can have it for HatBH. Anyone else just ask me k?
SPOILERS: Umm, well, none really this is taking place in my own little universe ok!! But in general I would say season 4 Buffy and one Angel ok? Don't hold me to that though!!
RATING: PG (this part)
PAIRING: Willow/Angel
DEDICATION: To everyone that is enjoying this, sorry you have to go
so long between post.
Pampering #5 -To kiss or not to kiss.
"Buffy, really I don't know. - yes.- she is, he is. -," Xander rolled his eyes as he tried to finish a sentence. He had tried to tell Buffy what he'd found out about the Bogeyman hoping that it would help her, even save her life and bring her home. So far she hadn't been listening, - well at least not past the attached part. "Buffy I'm ok, Angel is ok and Willow is ok. Ok?" He was trying to keep calm as he turned and looked over his shoulder; Willow and Angel were still asleep. He smiled as he watched them, they were perfect together, he could see that now - and, he thought to himself if he could see it then why the hell couldn't they? They were supposed to be the smart ones. He watched as Willow snuggled closer to Angel, her head resting on his shoulder, her arm across his stomach just below the gash that was beginning to already nearly healed. Angel had both his arms around her, holding her to him, protecting her while she protected him. "What?" Xander turned back to the phone when he heard Buffy yelling his name. How many more times was he going to have to tell her before she finally listened? He sighed as he began again.
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Angel felt warm. He hadn't felt warm in a long time. He kept his eyes closed as he let the wonderful sensation wash over him and flow through him. He never wanted to lose that feeling, he never wanted to move. He felt something warm touch his skin, and another patch of warmth move lower on his stomach, he felt as if he was on fire with the gentle innocent touches. He held breath that he didn't need as he squeezed his eyes together tighter, he concentrated and then he heard it; the slow rhythmic beating of a heart; a heart in the centre of the warmth next to him. He smiled, he couldn't help it, he remembered then night before; the way Willow had seen to his wounds, then sat next to him watching a movie almost scared to speak in case she hurt him; then when she has drifted off to sleep he had reached over to her and pulled her closer to him, craving her nearness more than anything. When he felt her head resting on his shoulder he knew that he never wanted to b away form her and when her arm had reached across him and her warm fingers delicately touched his bare cool skin, he felt her essence was simply burning into him. His smile widened when he remembered when she awoke and found herself snuggled against him. He remembered the slight blush that spread across her checks, the increase in her heartbeat as she realised that she was comfortable and happy there, that indeed she wanted to be snuggled up against him. And then, then she had proved it by laying her head back down and tightening her arm around him as she closed her eyes again sighing and falling back asleep. He had just lain there stunned by it all, confused by it all. He lay awake for hours listening to her breathing, the matching slow and steady beat of her heart, the rise and fall of her chest against his own unmoving chest. He had listened until he became hypnotised by her and fell asleep.
Slowly he opened his eyes and looked down at her, her red hair lay across his shoulder and chest. He heard her half mumbles as she dreamt, felt her leg move against his again, touching his leg and sending bolts of electricity through him. Her hand, her fingers danced lightly on his stomach as she moved, muttering and sighing she pulled herself closer to him. Gently Angel brushed strands of her hair back and behind her ear, his fingers straying to touch her delicate pale skin. His fingertips traced her check and continued down to her chin, then he moved gently to her lips and lightly brushed his fingers over them, he heard her sigh in her sleep and move slightly against him, moving closer. Smiling softly at the beauty lying in his arms, his fingers moved to her arm, her bare skin responded to his soft and gentle touches. Goosebumps appeared as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down, as softly as if he was holding a feather. He continued the actions as he lost himself in memories of Willow. Memories of how he always loved to see her smile, to see her happy, to hear her excited babble. He had always enjoyed being around her, he had always looked out for her, even after he had moved to LA. He watched her, made sure she was ok, that Spike wasn't bothering her in only the way that Spike could. He remembered how he had watched her grow into a woman right before his eyes and it wasn't until that actual moment that he actually saw her as the true and beautiful woman that she had become. Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love with her and there wasn't one particular moment that he could pin point, she was all and everything to him.
Willow stired slightly in her sleep, she flexed her fingers slightly feeling smooth cool skin underneath them which wasn't her own. She felt the most wonderful sensations on her face, tingles of pure delight. The touches were soft and gentle, she had never experienced anything like it before, the touches were sensual making her feel like the most loved woman in the world. She felt the movements shift to her hair, then it was followed by a long sweeping movement as her hair was brushed behind her ear. Her ear suddenly came alive with sensations as it was touched for the briefest of seconds. Moving slightly in her sleep Willow discovered there was something in front of her, her toes flexed, curling and uncurling and then moving her foot ever so slightly Willow felt it come into contact with something. With her toes she traced it trying desperately to know what was lying next to her.
Moving her head slightly and sighing in sleep induced frustration Willow moved her foot away and back to the soft warm sheets. It was then that she realised where she was.and who was next to her. Angel. She had fallen asleep in Angel's arms whilst watching tv. She remembered as she slowly began to wake up, how she had snuggled closer to him sighing happily at the end of the movie, how she hadn't moved from his embrace that felt so right. Angel's arm around her made her feel whole, made her feel special. Simply it just felt right and she never wanted to be out of his embrace. She felt herself begin to blush as she realised she was, at that moment snuggling closer to him, tightening her arm around him and curling her leg over his as she pressed herself against his side. Willow squeezed her eyes tightly shut and held her breath, she didn't want to move, but she couldn't just open her eyes and expect life to go on as normal with Angel. Mentally she berated herself, this was Angel, the friend who had always been there for her, the friend that tool the time to make sure she was ok, the friend who was currently lying next to her with his arms around her drawing lazy patterns on her arm.he couldn't possibly feel for her what she felt for him.could he?
"You can breath you know." Angel smiled down at the red head in his arms; his fingers stopping their delightful movements as his dark eyes took in the blushing beauty. Then shy sparkling green eyes were looking up at him, Angel felt like he was drowning in them.
Willow blinked through the sleep and looked up, she shifted slightly, very much aware that she was still pressed against Angel, yet had no desire to actually move, and besides, she reasoned with herself, if she were to suddenly pull away he may get suspicious of her action and she would be forced to admit her feelings. "I.erm.well." Willow began to blush more trying to explain her position. Angel chuckled slightly, Willow heard the low rumble in his chest as it vibrated in her ear, it wasn't that she had never heard Angel laugh before, she had on numerous occasions, but she had never had it in surround sound. Without thinking about it Willow moved her hand that was around him and softly moved her fingers over his pale chest, as if trying to touch the delightful sound she could hear.
"It's nearly healed now." Willow jumped slightly as Angel's words pulled her back to reality, she wasn't checking his wounds she was touching him, feeling him, needing him, savouring him. She couldn't even think of a response all she could do was quickly move her hand back to his stomach and blush and there is was again, the low rumble in surround sound. Forcing her hand to remain still Willow slowly looked up.
Angel smiled down at her, he saw her look up at him through hooded green eyes. Her beauty was simply breath taking and as he had no breath or need to breathe, to make him feel breathless was a feeling he hadn't felt in over two and a half centuries. Her naivety, her innocence was conveyed in her eyes, that one simple look, she had no idea how seductive it was, how drunk he was on her at that moment. Angel could feel her warm body pressing against him, warming him, making him fell human again, yet he knew he would never have to be anyone he wasn't around her. Her warm breath danced across his chest with each innocent breath she took. The more he simply lay there basking in her simple Willowness, the more he felt her heart beat quicken, he saw her pupils dilate and he couldn't do it any longer. He couldn't deny that he loved her, that he needed her, her body was telling him she felt the same, he had to touch her, had to kiss her.
Slowly Angel moved his hand, his fingers feather light on Willow's arm as he trailed his fingers up and to her shoulder, straying for a moment to revel in her ever so slight sigh that escaped her perfect lips. Then slowly he began to move his fingers to her neck, it lay exposed, longing for him to kiss it he reasoned. Slowly and torturously Angel ran his fingers up her neck and under her chin, smiling when Willow closed her eyes and slowly moved her head against his hand. Curling and uncurling his fingers under her chin Angel brought his thumb up to her chin and began to outline her lips, - her perfect, red lips, slightly open willing lips.
With his eyes fixed firmly on her lips Angel lowered his head, her sweet warm breath washed over him as he neared her, he felt her heart racing as it pounded against his chest, her toes curing and uncurling slowly next to his leg. He was almost there; he was going to kiss her, cross a bridge that he never thought he would cross, a one way ticket that he hoped neither of them would regret. Angel felt the softness of Willow's lips as he bearly touched them as he began the soft, gentle and tender kiss.
Willow gasped, her eyes opening wide with horror, quickly she pulled away from Angel, her heart pounding now for a totally different reason. As she tore her eyes away from Angel along with her body she saw the confused look he gave her. That look changed to realisation as they both heard the mumbled "Sorry" from Xander as he stood in the doorway trying to hide his grin. "I didn't mean to interrupt." His smile widened as he saw them both scramble out of bed. "Buffy's coming home." He let a small laugh escape as he saw then both stop scurrying around trying to look like they weren't just in bed together and stand and stare at him. "Yeah she finally listened to me and killed the bogeyman." He turned and stood outside the door. "Anyway, you two get back to what you were doing, plenty of time before she is back." Laughing softly more to himself than anything Xander closed the door leaving Willow and Angel alone.
End Fic #5
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