SERIES: Holidays #2

AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

DISCLAIMER: Not Joss. Never was.

RATING: As usual, a steamy NC-17.

PAIRINGS: A/W

DISTRIBUTION: as usual. If I've told you yes for other fic, you can have this, too. Also, my site (http://tisfic.tripod.com/ ).

FEEDBACK: please.

DEDIS: to Jeannette, for the site, of course!!! Also, to those who liked Winter Snow.

NOTES: May contain spoilers, in that the first part of this series began after the ep where Willow and Dawn had that car accident. In this world, however, there is no baby Connor. (I just have difficulty with the whole two corpses making a human baby thing, so I've chosen to ignore it for this fic.) As usual, * *= emphasis.

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She truly couldn't believe that it had been only a week since she'd come to Los Angeles, and yet it had. Well, just over a week, actually. Still, it felt like much longer and much shorter at the same time. She smiled softly, pressing herself closer to the large cool frame of the vampire beside her, everything within her still thrilled by him, and scraped her nails lightly against his broad, pale chest.

His own hand rose, trapping hers against his skin. "Careful, love," Angel purred, "Don't want to start anything we don't have time to finish, you know..."

Willow's small laugh was barely audible, but she kept it soft on purpose. "Who says we don't have time?" she demanded gently, rising up on one elbow to stare deep into his gold-flecked brown eyes.

Heat flowed through him so suddenly he almost cried out, but he forced himself to calm. His hand released hers, trailing slowly up her slender, toned arm and he smirked just a bit. "You did, Will," he reminded her. "You said you wanted to start setting up downstairs at six o'clock, and it's..." He made a show of turning to gaze at the clock across the room, "It's five-thirty already, so..."

The redhead sighed softly, her fingers toying with his pale flesh once more. "I think we could fit in a quickie, Honey," she said, one brow arching playfully.

Angel shook his head, even as he forced himself to pull away from her and get out of their bed. "And that might work if you were anyone else, sweetness, but..." He shrugged, a sheepish grin twitching at his lips. "I can't *be* quick with you, baby. I just... need to take my time, you know? As many times as it takes." He could feel himself starting to harden, even at the words, and forced himself to think of something else-- Wesley. Naked. With a rose. "Now get your butt out of bed and put some clothes on. Cordelia said she'd be here before six."

Willow watched her love as he pulled on his usual outfit of black pants, black shirt, black socks, and black shoes, a small sparkle lighting her eyes. It was time that he started wearing some colour, she thought. Finally she realized that he was serious, so she got up herself. "Fine," she grumbled, pulling the last of the outfits she'd bought with Cordy from a drawer, "But don't think you're not gonna pay later, Mister."

His dark chuckle reverberated through his chest, low and dangerous. "I'm looking forward to it, love," he admitted seriously.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The snow had finally melted, and while that made her trek to the Hyperion much easier than it had been on Christmas Day, Cordelia found herself almost missing it. It had leant an appearance of purity to the streets, after all. Still, it was almost New Year's Eve, and she was actually looking forward to it, despite the fact that it looked like it would be just she, Willow and Angel at the hotel, what with Spike having returned to Sunnydale to 'tie up some loose ends... *very* loose ends, Ducks...' A small laugh echoed in her chest as she remembered the suggestive leer on his face when he'd said those words, only to be followed by a frown when she suddenly thought to wonder... exactly whose 'end' was he talking about, and what manner of 'tying up' did he have in mind.

She rolled her brown eyes and chuckled to herself. Knowing Spike-- as much as she did, anyway-- he'd just been trying to get a rise out of her. That he'd actually succeeded only made her miss him a bit more than she already had.

Cordelia sighed again, even as she walked through the lobby doors and saw her two closest friends attached firmly at the lips. "Geez," she smirked loudly, "It's a hotel. Get a room!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Only thirty-six hours to the turning of the new year, and where was he? Exactly where he'd been the same day one year earlier-- trailing along after the Slayer like some sort of a pathetic stray.

Of course, this time, he was actually trying to figure out what the attraction was. Maybe that she was strong enough that he hadn't needed to hold back with her that one night they'd spent. Maybe that she'd belonged to Captain Cardboard, and thus, having her was a sort of revenge, in the end. And maybe... maybe it was just that he craved rejection. Whatever it was, though, he needed to find out and get over it, because... there was a certain dark-haired Seer just a couple hours away who'd been preying on his thoughts ever since he'd gone to LA with Red.

He couldn't help smiling when he thought about Cordelia. The girl was a right stunning little chit, all eyes and smile. Of course, it didn't hurt any that her luscious body was toned to a fare-thee-well, or that she had a truly wicked streak he could sense, even if he hadn't been privileged enough to see it... yet. He still didn't know if the bloody brilliant gal was even interested, but...

His smile faded as his eyes returned to the blonde girl stalking the night a few paces in front of him, and "Slayer," he said intently, "We need to talk."

Buffy sighed softly, her steps slowing slightly. She gazed at the bleached blond from the corner of her eye as he drew abreast of her, and she swallowed hard. She'd hoped to avoid having this conversation for... oh, the rest of her life, but... it didn't seem that she had much choice now. "About what, Spike?" she said, just a bit acerbically. "The fact that we made a *huge* mistake, or that we just... don't work?" She sighed again, watching the sidewalk beneath her feet. "Whatever happened that night, it was... Well, okay, it was... shattering, in a way, but..."

"But it's done with, isn't it?" he said softly, his hand rising to grasp gently at her shoulder. "It's all right," he added, when she stopped and turned to face him. "Whatever we did, whatever we *wanted*-- maybe *still* want-- you're still a Slayer, and I'm..." He shrugged, releasing her.

"Evil," she finished for him, chuckling softly when his eyes lit up. "You're still evil, Spike-- chipped or not. And even if I'm not exactly human anymore, we're just... wrong. As wrong as Angel and I were; hell, even more."

The vampire nodded swiftly and moved closer, taking the girl in a tight hug. "I think you're right, pet," he whispered before letting her go. "But if you ever feel the need for a bit of a rough, angry shag..."

Her laugh became louder, even as she pulled away. "You'll be the first one I call." She'd truly dreaded the conversation they'd just had, and she couldn't quite figure out why. Then it came to her in a rush. Something had happened while he and Willow had been away; maybe something to do with why her redheaded friend wasn't back yet. She didn't really know what was going on, but she figured she'd find out eventually, and... whatever it was, she didn't think it could be a bad thing; not if it had helped Spike to get over his incredibly inappropriate fascination with her, anyway. "I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you, though," she added, feeling much lighter inside than she had when they'd started their patrol.

Spike shrugged, his usual smirk wide on his lips. "Not like it'll kill me if I do," he said smugly, the smirk becoming a smile when the girl actually laughed. "So, get any good prezzies for Christmas, Slutty?"

And now that things were out in the open, she could giggle at his little nickname for her, because now she knew it was like him calling Angel 'the Mighty Pouf', or Dawn 'Niblet'. It was just his way. He enjoyed giving his people degrading monikers; it was the way he showed he cared. She fell to discussing the sadly meager assortment of gifts she'd received, all the while wondering... was it possible that the chip in his head had changed him enough that they could be... friends?

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Willow grinned up into her love's deep brown eyes as she closed and locked the lobby doors behind Cordelia. They stood watching the girl, making sure she got safely into the cab they'd called for her, and when the taxi finally pulled away, she relaxed happily into Angel's loving-- and *longing*-- embrace. "I can't believe she really thinks we'd go to all this trouble for just the three of us," she giggled.

The vampire's eyes closed softly as his woman leaned hard against him, and he barely kept himself from growling. "Well, you wanted to surprise her," he reminded, holding her closer. He moaned softly as she turned in his arms, and his hands roved slowly-- wickedly-- up and down her spine.

Her breath caught for a moment as she felt his head fall forward, and she sighed wantonly when his lips moved slowly and delicately over the bite mark he'd made on her throat. "No one's coming tonight, right?" she demanded desperately, wanting him more than she'd ever wanted anyone in her life.

Angel smirked deeply, his tongue slipping out to lave her soft skin. "I wouldn't say 'no one', baby, but..." He chuckled low and deep in his chest while she shuddered. "Nobody else is going to be here until morning, anyway." He could feel his features slipping to true, but he knew it didn't matter-- not to her, and not to him. "I can think of at least two people who're gonna be *cumming*, though." His hands slid further down her back, cupping her perfect little ass, and he lifted her swiftly, growling out loud as she bounced up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

She could feel him hard against her; feel the need racing through him. That that need-- that desire-- was completely matched by her own wasn't even in question. "Bed. Now." she ordered, her own lips finding the small, dark scar of the slash he'd made in his neck for her. She chuckled darkly at the speed with which he was suddenly moving, although she supposed it wasn't actually funny. It was just incredible that he'd wanted to be bound to her; that he'd taken it upon himself to make that happen. Her eyes closed for a moment as he carried her into their room, and she silently thanked the Goddess who had made this happen. She owed her, she knew-- more than she could ever repay. "Love you, Angel," she sighed, even as he placed her carefully on the bed.

His golden eyes gleamed in the small bit of light coming through their window, and he couldn't help grinning a wicked little grin as he pulled roughly at the front of his own shirt and the buttons went flying about the room. "Love you," he echoed, hands moving to his pants. "Need you," he added, " Want you." His fingers made quick work of his button and zip, and he pushed his slacks swiftly down over his hips, glad he'd foregone the usual boxers when he'd dressed a few hours earlier. "Belong to you," he purred as she mirrored his actions with her garments, as well. Just the sight of her wriggling out of her clothes against their sheets had him throbbing even harder. His eyes closed for a moment as she lay back on the dark cotton, and he truly didn't notice moving until he found himself pressing her sweet, toned form deep into their mattress. His fingers tangled deeply in her thick red hair and he groaned, staring into her eyes. "Love you, baby," he said, just to make sure she knew it beyond the shadow of a doubt.

It had only been slightly more than a week, after all, but she really doubted that hearing those particular words would ever stop giving her a thrill. Her lips twitched into a sly, sensual smile, even as her hands slid around to the back of his neck, fingers locking at his nape. "My heart," she admitted, her tone making it clear that she meant he *was* that to her.

And that was still just astonishing to him, but he believed her. For some reason-- God knew why-- he was just as necessary to her happiness and well-being as she was to his. Good thing, he admitted silently, because... she was his, anyway. He brushed her lips softly with his own, chuckling as she tried to make the kiss deeper, more immediate. "Patience, love," he purred, slipping his mouth down the side of her neck. He sucked softly at the mark he'd given her that first night, well aware of the fact that it would be opening to him again soon, and when she moaned quietly he moved his lips farther, finally taking one straining nipple between his sharp teeth. "Let me," he demanded, groaning happily when he felt her breast bounce as she nodded.

Gods, she loved it when he was like this... all caught up in his desire to explore her. It always led to the most amazing times-- or at least, it had so far, and she saw no reason for that to change. Her fingers released their hold, sliding into his hair as he slid his lips to her other breast, and she sighed with pure delight as he nipped and sucked at her. "Angel," she nearly sobbed, her entire body pulsing in time with his movements.

He would never tire of the taste of her skin, he knew; never grow weary of hearing that small hitch in her voice when she moaned his name. It was impossible that such a thing could ever happen. His heart swelled with that knowledge, even as his sharply-toothed mouth caressed her soft belly. She had the most perfect navel ever, he admitted, dipping deep into it with the point of his tongue.

Her fingers clenched harder in his hair as she felt his cool breath gusting tenderly into her crisp cinnamon curls, and she couldn't help but spread wider for him. She could feel the slightly rough skin of his chin grazing lightly against her swollen nub as he slipped lower, and her breath caught on a yearning sob as his next exhalation blew across it. "Love..." she moaned, anticipation singing through her in a chorus of pure need, "Angel!"

And even his demon was subservient to her desires. Hell, Angelus had barely even made himself known since the night they'd made her their own, and somehow Angel knew that the being he'd been both cursed and blessed with wouldn't be gaining the upper-hand again unless he *let* him. Which might actually be fun someday; he'd have to ask his love first, of course, but... Later, he thought. He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed at his Will's seeping core for a moment, marveling at the sweet perfection of her deep pink center and the wonderful scent rolling from her in almost palpable waves. He blew one more slow, cool breath across her, grinning when she moaned. "Love you, baby," he murmured, not caring that she couldn't hear him. His lips wrapped gently around her tiny bundle of nerves, and he slowly-- teasingly-- slipped one long, thick finger deep into her slick heat.

Oh, Gods! His hand... his *mouth*! Willow shuddered roughly as his strong pointed tongue flicked wickedly at her swollen clit, and her fingers grasped even more roughly against his scalp. She could feel the familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach already, and she groaned as he added another finger to her ready channel. "Angel," she cried, her entire being suffused with the sense of him, "Angel, *please*!" She released a surprisingly good approximation of a growl as she felt just the tip of one sharp fang scrapping lightly against her sensitive nubbin, only to scream when his fingers suddenly vacated her core to be replaced by the thick, cool muscle of his tongue.

If he hadn't been so preoccupied with tasting her, he would have smiled. As it was, he only moaned and drove his tongue as deep into her as he could. She tasted like nothing he'd ever known before, and he knew it. His thumb pressed in small, fast circles over her reddened clit, and when he felt her tightening around his thrusting tongue, he groaned, barely keeping himself from cumming along with her. He throbbed hard against the sheets, even as he slowed his motions. "Love you, baby," he said again, sitting up between her legs. He slid his hand over her, gathering as much of the slick fluids from her center as he could, and finally licked slowly at his own fingers, his eyes closing at the incredible flavour that was an inherent part of her. He sighed happily, then opened his eyes once more. "Love tasting you..."

Her entire body was still pulsing from the things he'd done to her, yet she felt herself growing even more aroused at his words. She couldn't help thinking about the way it had felt to have his sharp, jagged fangs deep in her skin, or the way she'd craved the taste of him since that first night. Her fingers flexed harder in his hair, and she dragged his willing form up her body. "Love having you taste me," she groaned, her hips rocking hard against his straining erection. Her legs wrapped wickedly around his solid hips, and she chuckled when he moaned. "*Want* you to taste me," she added sincerely, arching her neck to make her meaning clear; "Want to taste *you* again, too."

He was well aware of the fact that a loud gasp left him, but he didn't care. How could he *not* gasp when her eyes, hot on his neck, left no doubt of what she meant? That she'd also asked him-- more or less-- to drink her again had him just... frantic. "Yesss..." he hissed, when she met his gaze, and he almost sobbed as he positioned himself and slipped gently-- tenderly-- into the tight, wet heat of her. His arms snaked willfully under her body, and as he pressed himself hard into and onto her, his ready teeth delved deep into the bite mark he'd already given her.

Gods, it was almost enough to make her cum again, and she knew it. Feeling him drinking her; taking sustenance and bliss from her veins, was just... perfect. And there was still more glory to come, she knew. Still, she didn't want to wait for him to open his skin for her. Her hips rocked slowly up into his equally sweet, almost leisurely thrusts, and she twisted her neck slightly. Her eyes flew wide and wanton as she felt his sharp fangs shifting within her just as his thick shaft was doing, and when she bent a bit more and had the proper angle, she drove her blunt human teeth hard into his skin, those same eyes closing as the taste of him burst across her tongue.

She was *biting* *him*?! Everything within him, both soul and demon, was crowing with delight and fulfillment. Their woman was biting them! Her white, even teeth were buried deep in their skin, and... God! Just the knowledge that she'd instigated this was too much! He felt his heavy sac tightening, drawing up against his body, and he couldn't hold himself back. A loud shout flew from his lips, the exhaled air making one large bubble in her sweet blood as he forced himself as deep into her as he could possibly get and exploded roughly. His eyes closed tightly, and he rode it out as he came for what seemed like hours, his teeth buried deep in her fragrant skin the entire time.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He knew he was the alleged boss, but Wesley was well aware of the fact that he had no idea of what was going on. That Gunn was clueless, as well, didn't necessarily make him feel any better. Still, he'd come back early because Angel had suggested that it might be a nice surprise for Cordelia, and God knew the Seer deserved a little bit of pleasure. The last year or so had been rough on her, after all. That Cordy had been thrilled almost speechless to see him was gratifying, especially after the whole 'Spotted Dick' incident. Wes was somehow sure that the girl hadn't relayed the truth of what had happened to Angel, though, because... Witness the fact that the vampire was still in Los Angeles, as opposed to being in England, laughing over the fact that he'd killed the elder Mister Wyndham-Price. "Any idea?" he murmured, when Charles Gunn finally made his way back to the couch.

Gunn shook his head, more as a statement of disbelief than a 'no'. He'd managed to corner Cordelia, and what she'd said-- combined with the very obvious bite-marks that neither the vampire nor the redhead were trying to hide-- had him both shocked and... envious. "Angel and Willow," he said, wondering why he hadn't seen the signs when the little witch had come to tell them about the Slayer's death, "Are... *together*. And I mean *really* together. In the 'living in the same room, making each other 'happy' kind of way."

Wesley's eyes bugged out behind his glasses, even as he tried to figure out... "How is that even possible?" he whispered. "I mean... he's still *Angel*, so..." His eyes stayed wide and dazed, even as Gunn began to explain what he'd heard from Cordelia.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Angel's arm wrapped snugly around Willow's waist as they said good-night to their friends. It had been a good New Year's Eve party, what with Wes coming back, and Gunn bringing a few of his people. That Anne Steele had attended, as well, with some of the more needy kids from her shelter had just made him feel that much better. He truly doubted that she'd felt him slip the large wad of cash into her jacket pocket as he'd hugged her good bye, and he truly hoped she wouldn't figure it out later. It was just nice knowing he'd done something... good. Hell, even Lorne had offered up a contribution to the runaway home, once he'd gotten a good look at the young woman who ran the place. Of course, Angel was almost certain that that was because... the girl was one hell of a looker. She wasn't anywhere near as perfect as his own woman, of course, but... Anne wasn't bad. The name suited her more than Chantarelle had, in any case. He almost couldn't believe that he hadn't recognized her until his own sweet Will had pointed it out, though. A slightly wild smile crossed his lips as he turned to her, pulling her closer. "Happy New Year, baby," he purred.

Willow smiled, snuggling deeper into her love's strong embrace. "Happy New Year, love," she sighed in response. Her brow furrowed for a moment, and she almost didn't ask, but... she truly wanted to know. "*Is* it happy? For you, I mean..." She knew she'd never been as thrilled, herself, but... He hadn't even thought of her as someone he could want before, she was sure, and... Her questioning, unhappy thoughts were eradicated by his soft, cool lips suddenly attacking her own.

He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, moaning almost deliriously when she finally relaxed against him and returned the ardor he was showing. Eventually, though, he pulled back and gazed deep into her love and lust glazed eyes. "I'm done with brooding," he announced smoothly. "I just... can't do it anymore. I love you, Will, and..." He pressed his lips to hers again, grinning when she was suddenly even harder against him. "That was the *old* Angel. You've changed me. Knowing you love me has *changed* me." His eyes held hers even more desperately, and he smiled with all the love and longing in his heart visible to her. "I'll never be less than happy with you, my love."

Every single part of her could do nothing but accept his words, for while they *were* just words, she could feel the truth of them singing wildly through her. She could even see it in his eyes. A wonderfully intense smile appeared on her lips, and she held him even more closely. "You know," she purred, after a moment, "I might end up missing the brooding... It was so much fun cajoling you out of it." She giggled softly when he chuckled. "Still, I suppose... Out with the old, and all..."

His eyes closed again, pure satisfaction raging through his veins as he held her to him. He pulled back after an instant or three, and smiled softly down into her eyes. "Out with the old," he agreed, leading her toward the stairs, "And in with the new... Hope you like it."

Her eyes glittered happily as she followed him up to their floor. She stopped him at the door to their room, her heart beating willfully, lustfully, lovingly in her chest. "I'll love it, Angel," she admitted, and "How could I do anything but?" It was true, too.

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