Part 30
He never ceased to astound her. Just the fact that he was so wide-open was stunning and perfect. She could feel every single sensation passing through him as he slowly made love to her, just as she knew he could feel all *her* emotions. Her fingers tightened slightly on his strong arms, and a low, shaking moan slipped from her lips when she suddenly found herself looking down into his eyes. "Angel," she almost sobbed, loving the way he made her feel.
His entire body was tense and ready, while at the same time feeling like it could go on this way forever. It was a good thing, he decided, seeing as forever was pretty much exactly how long they had. His hands fastened gently on her smooth, soft waist, and his head ground back against the mattress as she began to move as only she could. "Love you," he growled, true-face coming out as she rocked against him, his thick, hard shaft buried to the hilt in the perfect wetness that was his Mate. A loud groan sprung from him, taking on a slight sibilance as it passed his jagged teeth. "Love you, Will," he said again; "Love you so much..."
She could barely manage to answer his almost unheard words, but she forced herself to, even through the concentration she rode him with. "My heart... my Mate..." Her hips moved in slow, small circles upon him, and she moaned at the well-loved sensation of his broad tip circling within her. It was impossible not to move faster, although she truly wanted to make this last. "Angel," she sighed wildly, her tense little nubbin rubbing harshly against his coarse, dark curls. She felt him throbbing within her; felt that first almost subtle swelling, and her pace increased even more as he finally sat up beneath her. "Now, baby," she pleaded, her hands suddenly hard on his head.
His eyes closed slowly, even as his lips moved gently over her long, perfect neck, and when she moaned his name one more time, he finally gave in. He slipped his teeth deeply into their usual spot, his spine tingling as his sac tightened, and when she gasped again and drove her own teeth into the scar she'd given him? His hands on her waist lifted her once then slammed her down hard on his aching, needy shaft, and he snarled nearly silently while she tightened and pulsed around him. He managed one more swallow of her thick, rich blood before he had to pull away and scream her name wildly as he throbbed within her and spilled himself deeply into her quaking womb. "Gods, Gods, Gods," he found himself whispering repeatedly against her skin. "Gods, baby. Love you. So much. So much. Gods..."
All she could do was nod silently against him, because... she understood exactly what he meant.
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They'd watched the lawyer's place for as long as they could, but after a while, they'd grown bored and left. Besides, Cordelia realized, it didn't really matter if they actually *saw* whatever was going to happen. Still, they hadn't gone far.
Gunn was actually exhausted, what with not having slept in almost two days. He had no idea of how Cordelia was managing to stay alert, not to mention the fact that she still looked damned good. Hell, the girl didn't even look *tired*. Of course, maybe that was due to all the coffee she'd had. He sighed silently, even as he waved the waitress over. "One more, Cordy?" he asked simply, caught between relief and disappointment when she shook her head. "We'll just take our check, then," he told the blonde woman.
The brunette couldn't help smiling slightly at the man across from her, although that smile seemed to suck what little energy she had from her. "I think I need to go home," she admitted after a moment, "Before I just fall over and sleep right here." She shrugged at Gunn's curious glance and pulled her eyes away. "Whatever happens with Lilah, I'm sure we'll hear about it, you know? And if I don't get some rest soon, I'm gonna be completely useless."
He couldn't help laughing at that, because "Damn, girl, I thought you'd keep going *forever*! That little pink bunny's got nothing on you; I swear!" His smile remained as the waitress brought their check, and he stood, tossing a few crumpled bills on the table. "Come on, Barbie. I'll give you a ride home." And if he was lucky, he might even get a kiss out of it.
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He tried desperately to ignore the fact that the witch felt so very nice in his arms, although he *had* been thinking about finding a witch of his own. Hell, he'd said that very thing to Red not so long ago. And the girl *was* from the Hellmouth; she knew what he was, and... she wasn't afraid of him, which didn't actually bother him as much as he thought it should. Maybe the chip in his head was making him soft? Making him less of a demon and more of a human-ish git. No! He wouldn't accept that! He was still the Big Bad, damn it... even if he *did* have soft, fuzzy feelings for a few humans these days.
Spike sighed softly and held the girl a bit more tightly when she whimpered, and he didn't even notice the small smile that appeared on his face when she immediately calmed down. No, he told himself again, he wasn't going *soft*.
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She'd barely walked in the door, toeing her high heeled pumps off and wriggling her toes in the thick, lush carpeting, before she noticed the small light blinking on the face of her machine. She sighed softly and forced herself to cross the room, when what she *really* wanted to do was just sit down on her sofa and relax... maybe with a glass of wine or three. Still, she did her duty and pressed the 'play' button.
"It is time," she made out through the hiss-spit of the Senior Partner's voice, "Do it."
And really, there was nothing much to say about that. The firm wanted the souled vampire and the witch out of the way, and she would do her job. She had far too much time and energy invested in Wolfram & Hart, after all; she couldn't back out now. Not even if she'd wanted to.
Lilah Morgan sighed once more and moved to her bedroom, shedding the trappings of her 'lawyer-self' as she went. She had no idea of what would happen to Angel and his people when she finally dialed the number programmed into her cell. She'd been very careful to be sure of that much. Somehow, she just knew it wouldn't be pleasant, though. Hell, she almost felt sorry for those who'd allied themselves with the vampire. Almost.
It was mere moments later that she was back in the living room, clad this time in a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She smiled slightly, well aware of the fact that no-one she worked with would even recognize her in her 'real' clothes. Pouring a glass of wine from the open bottle in the fridge took even less time, and finally, she relaxed against the back of her couch, cell phone in hand. She took one large sip of chardonnay, then another, and finally... finally... keyed the proper selection from her speed-dial.
She listened to the ring, frowning a bit at the small echo, but...
Her eyes grew wide, and she dropped her glass, and her phone, as she realized exactly where the sound was coming from. "Oh, shi..."
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"Sun's down, baby," Angel murmured softly into his woman's ear, "Sky's black. It's a beautiful night, my love... all it needs is for you to make it even more stunning. Wake up, Will..."
A very subtle and sly smile twitched at her lips, but she forced herself to hold completely still and silent, other than a small, mock-discontented moan. "Mmmmrrmmmph..."
As if he couldn't tell she was awake. Still, his sweet, perfect Mate apparently wanted to play, and who was he to say no to an invitation like that? His hand latched slowly onto the sheet covering her pale skin, and he slowly pulled at it, baring her enticing flesh to his hungry eyes. He dropped the fabric, his fingers moving again, this time to graze lightly over her smooth, soft skin. "You're beautiful, baby," he whispered against her ear, chuckling quietly when he heard her breath catch sharply, "Beautiful and mine." A small growl made its way from his lips when she shifted just a bit, and he couldn't manage to keep himself from pressing over and onto her, his entire body singing with need for her.
She couldn't quite pretend anymore. Not when he was on her, his large, cool shape pressing her hard into the mattress. Or wait, she realized... his large, *warm* shape? And it was night, so he hadn't gotten another sunburn, and he was warm? Her hands rose to fasten gently-- wonderingly-- on his back, and when he would have kissed her, she opened her eyes and shook her head. "Why..." she began before swallowing hard and starting again. "You're not... room temperature, love." She was almost afraid to ask "Why?", but she did. What if there was something wrong with him? What if she'd messed things up somehow by making him claim her so many years earlier than the Powers had planned? What if... what if she was losing him? The very thought was enough to shatter her, and she was crying even before she heard what he was saying.
Well, it was a damned good question. Only problem was... he didn't have anything like an answer-- good or otherwise. Angel shrugged slightly, most of him entirely caught up in the sensation of his Mate's soft, warm little body beneath him. "Don't know, Will," he finally admitted, "Don't care. Just love you, baby. Want to love you. Gotta be in you, love. *Need* *you*." He could feel the small sobs leaving her body, and they upset him immensely, and yet he couldn't seem to focus on anything other than the sense of her beneath him. The borrowed blood raced in his veins, every bit of heat within him coiling into a tense, swirling pinwheel at the base of his spine. He lifted himself slightly, one hand slipping between them, and he groaned as he slid one thick fingertip deep into her heated core and found her dripping wet. "Need you.." he growled, repeating that one phrase again while his hand left her center and grasped her knee. His own knees made their way between her legs, and found purchase on the bed as he slowly, inevitably, sheathed himself fully within his weeping Mate.
And yet, it didn't *feel* like she was losing him. In fact, now that she thought about it, he'd been warm a few times without the sun before. She'd just chalked it up to whatever had been happening in their dreams, and assumed it was a phantom-warmth. But it hadn't been, although she really didn't know what was going on, aside from the fact that her Angel-- her Mate-- was deep inside her, his strong, angular form bowing nd heaving upon her. He was grunting so deeply, and moaning with what sounded like hopeless abandon, and... "Need you, too," she made herself groan as she finally responded to his needy motions, "Love you, baby... Gods, need you!" It was true, after all. Still, she had a feeling that she should go see Jesse again very soon. Maybe *he* would have some idea of what a suddenly warm vampiric Mate might mean. She'd think about it later, though, because right at the moment...? "Gods! Yes!"
Her touch, her voice, her sweet, clenching core, holding him tighter than a vise. Her nails in his skin, her breath on his neck. As always, it was just too much. He strained wildly to hold himself back, but it was hopeless, and as she arched wickedly beneath him once more, he growled, and that wild, searing heat exploded from him in repeated swells of thick, viscous seed. His slightly angry growl became a moan of pure relief and enjoyment when he felt her following along right behind him. He figured it was probably the novelty of feeling him cum hot within her. He was basically right.