SERIES: Passing Time (#6)
AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue
E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns everyone you know from TV... I'm just playing with them.
RATING: NC-17... FINALLY!!!
PAIRINGS: A/W/Liam eventually... A/W for this part...*G*
DISTRIBUTION: the usual suspects ( Charity and Jen:) )... and anyone I've said yes to... any others??? Ask.
FEEDBACK: duh.
DEDICATIONS: to Di, for issuing the challenge to me... also to: Susi (aka Snail), Paula, Nutmeg, Angel S., Tania, and Ali... thanks for the feedback!!!*VBG*
NOTES: 2007, Buffy's been dead for five years or so... Willow lives in LA at the Hyperion, and Liam's from an alternate timeline... and * *= emphasis.
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He'd been up for most of the night, trying to figure himself out. It didn't help any that his mind was so... cluttered, either. But it was. He'd started to feel like maybe he'd *always* known how he felt about the little witch, but he knew that wasn't true, it was just that... once he'd realized how head over heels he truly was, he'd re-examined his actions over the last few years, and had come to the conclusion that he'd been hoping without even knowing it, and now that he *did* know? It was so easy to believe that he'd always been aware; that he'd always known he was waiting... for *her*.
He had a sneaking suspicion that Angelus was responsible, though... maybe his demon was trying to make it easier for them to pursue the redhead they both wanted so badly, and if that was the case...? He thought he just might have to go with it. It would be easier, after all... less nerve-wracking. He rolled over in his bed, glaring at the glowing numbers on the digital clock. Okay, so he'd been up for most of the night and a good part of the morning, as well. All in all, he figured he'd probably gotten a solid two hours worth of sleep, off and on, but...
He sat up, smiling, when he trained his ears towards the lobby and heard the soft tones of his girl's voice while she chatted with his Seer, and he rolled out of bed, swiftly selecting pants and a shirt before pulling them on. He slid his feet into his shoes and quickly tied them. He was going downstairs, and he was going to talk to his woman, because... he still hadn't told her of his intentions, and it was for damned sure time he did. An almost sly smile spread across his lips as he thought about what her reaction would be... after all, she had no idea that he loved her... yet.
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Willow smiled widely, a chuckle emerging from between her lightly glossed lips, as Cordelia whispered to her. She'd always known, even years earlier, when they'd still been enemies, that Cordelia Chase had a broad streak of wickedness in her, although in *those* days-- when she'd been on the receiving end, more often than not-- she'd termed it *evil*. Now that she knew the other girl so well, though, she recognized that streak for what it was. Playful... and mischievous... and completely irreverent, especially now that Cordy had found her niche as one of Angel's helpers. She giggled again when her dark-haired friend elaborated on the ideas she'd come up with to play the vampire and his human self against each other, and even though Willow knew she'd never do any of the things the Seer was suggesting, it was fun to think about what might happen if she *did*.
Cordelia continued whispering suggestions to the redhead, her ideas becoming more complex and silly by the minute. She finally stopped when she'd degenerated to the point of suggesting something that involved a poodle, a lap-dance, a mai-tai, and a beret, and she grinned wildly when her friend fell into peals of laughter, because, that had been the whole point! She'd been able to tell, when Willow had finally come down to the lobby, that the girl was re-thinking her decision to see both the men who wanted her, and... she wouldn't allow that. She wanted the witch to be *happy*, and if she didn't know anything else, she did know that one of the two would be the right man to make her that way... and *keep* her that way, too! And now that she'd amused the girl through her little 'crisis', well... let the games begin! Of course, they *still* had to find a way to make the guys agree to sharing, but... She shrugged to herself, and glanced quickly towards the stairs when she caught movement from the corner of her eye. "Uh-oh," she giggled softly, "Brood-some alert!" She grinned at the slightly panicked look in the redhead's green eyes, and shook her head. "Go for it, Will!" she advised, holding her breath until the girl looked at the approaching vampire. Once she saw her friend's expression, though, she exhaled quietly. It was going to be all right.
The redhead swallowed hard, her eyes roving hungrily over the tall, broad form of the dark-haired man approaching her. Cordelia was *right*, waiting around wasn't going to accomplish anything. No, it was time for her to make a move, since *he* obviously wasn't going to. "Angel," she said, her voice slightly husky, "We need to..."
His eyes had been locked on her from the moment he'd been able to see her, and just watching her laughing with his Seer had made his entire body ache. He wanted to be the one whispering in her ear... the one making her smile, and chuckle gleefully. He wanted to have the right to stand that close to her, but not as her 'friend'... No, he wanted to be so much more. He strode across the lobby rug, intently watching her expression, and he almost moaned out loud at the look she was giving him. She *wanted* him! It was so obvious, he wondered why he hadn't ever seen it before! He barely heard her beginning to speak, and didn't really notice it when he cut her off. "Willow," he breathed, trying desperately to keep the raw desire from his voice and expression, "Can I see you in my office, please..." He continued past her, afraid of what he might do if he stopped, and walked through the door, leaning against his desk while he waited.
Her jade green eyes were wide, and she knew it, but... "Did he just..." she asked in wonder, not sure that she'd seen what she'd actually *thought* she had.
"Ohhh, yeah," Cordelia replied, amusement plain in her tone, "He wants you *bad*!" She giggled softly as she watched the redhead walk towards Angel's office as though in a daze, her laughter fading when she caught sight of a very unhappy Liam at the top of the stairway. "Why don't we go for coffee?" she asked kindly, moving to the bottom of the steps. She smiled slightly when he nodded, and led him out into the bright sunshine when he reached her.
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She stood in the doorway for just a moment, her eyes traveling quickly over the long lines of him. He looked impeccable, as always, she thought, in his black slacks and equally black shirt... and leaning back against the desk like that, arms crossed over his broad chest? She blushed then, realizing that she was actually thinking of him as 'edible'. "You, ahh... you wanted to see me, Angel?" she said hesitantly, moving slowly in to the room and stopping in front of him, "Wha... what's up?"
He almost groaned at her choice of words, but... "I, um, I..." He shook his head, unsure, now that the time had come, of just how to broach the subject. He didn't want to *scare* her, after all, but... saying nothing was unthinkable, especially considering the fact that he knew *Liam* wouldn't have any problem with declaring himself when he got the chance. "Okay," he finally said, sighing, "I have to tell you something, Will, and... I'm not sure how you're going to react, so..."
Willow moved closer, her brow creased in worry. "What is it, Angel? What's wrong? Are you... are you okay?" Forgotten, in her concern, was the hope she'd had when he'd basically ordered her to attend him, and she rested one small hand lightly on his tense arm. "Is this something about whatever the Oracles had to tell you? Is it... is it *bad*? 'Cause I don't think..." Her eyes flew to his, and her voice froze, when he uncrossed his arms and placed one large finger across her lips.
"You think too much, Will," he said softly, fighting the urge to pull her hard against him. "And nothing's wrong... or at least, I *hope* not. It's just, I... I'm a little nervous." His finger slid from her lips, down to the point of her chin, and he stared deeply into her eyes for a moment.
"Oh..." she said, her heart beating a bit faster, "What... I mean, why... what's there to be nervous about? There's nothing you can't tell me, Angel. You're my best..."
"No!" he almost shouted, his hand dropping to her shoulder. "Don't tell me I'm your 'best friend', Willow! I don't *want* to be your *friend*!" He shook her slightly, standing up straight as he caught her eyes with his own again, and stared into them intently. "I've been your 'friend' for almost a decade, Will, and... it's not *enough*! I've sat on the sidelines, and watched you go out on *dates*," he practically spat the word, "And tried to pretend that I was only *worried* about you! I've waited around whenever you've gone anywhere, hoping that that wouldn't be the day you found somewhere else to be... someone else to be *with*, and... I can't *do* it anymore!" He was breathing hard with unspent emotion still, and almost growling as he continued. "I can't sit back and pretend that I don't care; that I'm satisfied with being your 'best friend'... Not when my every moment, waking *and* sleeping, is filled with thoughts of *you*... with *me*!" He stopped then, his un-needed breaths coming in ragged gasps, and he pulled his eyes from her, afraid to see her reaction.
Her mind was whirling at a mile a minute, and her palms were sweaty, because... even after the things Cordelia'd said, some part of her still hadn't been certain that he really cared, and... if the brunette had been right about Angel, then... obviously, she'd been right about Liam, too. But Liam wasn't the one standing in front of her, staring off into the distance, and... after all the time she'd spent with Angel, she knew why he was doing that. "Oh..." she finally said, her hands rising almost on their own to rest on his shirt-covered chest, "I didn't know that." Her fingers flexed lightly against the cotton, and she smiled in delight when she felt the gentle rumble echoing in his chest. "That you thought about me all the time, I mean... But, Angel..." she said quietly, one hand sliding to the back of his neck, forcing him to look at her, "I think about you, too... in that way, I mean..."
He watched her, stunned, as the blush spread over her face, and his palm cupped her cheek when she would have looked away. His eyes bored into hers, searching for something he didn't even have a name for, and he smiled a silly smile when he actually saw it, but... "It's... this isn't just... *wanting*, is it, Will?" he practically begged, "I mean, it *is*, but is it...?" He stopped, not knowing how to explain, and shook his head.
She turned slightly, brushing her lips lightly across his large, cool palm, her fingers on his neck slipping smoothly in to the hair at his nape. "No, Angel... it isn't just want," she sighed, meeting his eyes once again. "It's... more than that, but... how *much* more...? That depends on what happens next. With you... *and* with Liam..." She cringed slightly, expecting him to explode, and she found herself to be almost disappointed when he only nodded slowly and pulled her closer.
He gazed down into her wide eyes as he pulled her tightly against him, knowing she could feel the evidence of his interest against her. "Fine, Will," he said darkly, smirking just a bit, "But don't expect me to be *too* much of a gentleman." He lowered his mouth to hers in what was intended to be a short, almost chaste kiss, and groaned when he felt the tip of her warm, wet tongue probing at his lips. "Will..." he moaned, meeting it with his own.
Her eyes were closed, but she felt like she was seeing for the very first time, because... one of his hands was sliding up her back, then his fingers were in her hair, and his mouth... Gods, he tasted heavenly! She sought out every crevice and cranny, moaning as he did the same. His body, hard against hers, was crying out to her, and she swore she could hear him begging for her touch, and... she felt it when his features... shifted, and refused to let him go, or stop kissing him, when he tried to pull away. But she did open her eyes, green meeting gold from less than an inch away, while her tongue continued its explorations, this time of his suddenly sharp teeth.
Angel couldn't help it. She was in his arms, pressed tightly against him. Her lips and tongue were playing against his, and if he hadn't known better, he would have thought that she was trying to crawl into his skin, what with the way she kept holding him tighter and tighter to her, and... Her fingers at the back of his head, her tight, lithe little body, after all this time... and with his true face on, too! He didn't have any doubt that she knew his features had slipped, because she was, after all, looking right into his eyes, but... she was still touching him, still kissing him, and... He groaned, his eyes slamming shut when she raked her tongue lightly across one sharp fang, and a few drops of her precious blood seeped into his cool, wet mouth. His hands tightened on her, and he didn't even notice that he was thrusting his pants-covered hardness against her warm belly until she moaned deeply into his mouth.
She could feel how hard he was, feel how badly he wanted... needed her, and... Gods help her, she needed him, too, and... she met his motions with her own, a loud groan starting deep in her chest when she felt his big hand slide around from her back to cup her breast lightly through the tank top she was wearing. "Angel..." she moaned, pulling her mouth from his as she leaned away from him to give him a bit more room, "Gods..."
He growled softly, his eyes wide, and watched delightedly as her nipples hardened against her thin shirt. "Willow," he almost purred, wanting nothing more than to take her hard, right then and there... to make her *his* for all eternity, but... He released his hold on her cotton-clad flesh and pulled away from her slightly, his hands once again on her waist. "Gods, Will," he said softly, staring into her jade green eyes, "I want you... so badly..." He shook his head, forcing his human mask to slide over his true features. "And I really want to keep kissing you, but..."
She could hardly even breathe, after the way he'd just touched her, and her heart was racing, but she knew exactly what he was saying. "But," she finished for him, breathlessly, "If we don't stop *now*..."
Angel nodded slowly, trying to ignore how cold he felt without her warmth against him. "I, for one, won't be able to." He smiled shakily, not paying any attention to the demon screaming inside him.
Willow gazed at him for a moment, consideringly, before running her fingers slowly over his chest. She smiled, still a bit dazed by him. "What if I don't *want* to stop, Angel?" she whispered, her eyes on his mouth, "What if this feels... *right*?" She scraped her nails gently against one tight male nipple, through his shirt, and stepped closer, her tongue outlining the small nub through the cotton.
His fingers tightened on her waist, and his eyes flew to the ceiling as he reveled in the sensation. A small growl slipped past his lips, and he pulled her tightly to him once again, just for a moment, before he swiftly ducked down and threw her over his shoulder. "Then I guess we don't stop..." he announced silkily, carrying her through the lobby and swiftly up the stairs to his bedroom. He hadn't planned on this happening so soon, but... he'd be damned if he was going to turn her down... ever!
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Cordelia sighed deeply, watching Liam just... stare into his coffee mug. "You know, Angel's really much better at that," she said sharply, "So you might want to find a skill *other* than brooding to hone."
Liam started at her tone of voice before smiling slightly. "Sorry, Cordelia, I just can't stop thinking that..." He shrugged. "And I know I'm probably being stupid, but..."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "No, you're *not*. Hell, if I were you, I'd be concerned, too. But the fact of the matter is that there's nothing you can do about any of it at the moment." She stared at him until he nodded, and she continued, hoping to satisfy her curiosity, *and* distract him. "So... Me, a vampire... How'd *that* happen?"
The dark-haired man looked at her for a moment, surprised. "You really want to know about that?" he asked slowly, taking a sip of his Jamaican Blue, "Because, it isn't *pretty*..." He sighed when she nodded. "You're *sure*."
The Seer nodded impatiently. "Of course I'm sure! I mean, I know you want to know about *this* world, but... apparently, you've got plenty of time for that, so... right now, I want to know about *me*!"
Liam laughed out loud at her interest in her evil self. "All right, then, Cordelia, but don't say I didn't warn you..." He closed his eyes for a moment, ordering his thoughts, and kept them closed as he began to speak. "Just over eleven years ago in *my* world, there was a small town here in California called Sunnydale, and it built atop was what would be referred to as a Hellmouth. Now in this town, there was an old sunken church that went down in some earthquake or other in the early nineteen-hundreds, and in this *church* a very old vampire was trapped..."
Cordelia listened, eyes wide, as Liam related a story that started out sounding very familiar, but quickly went in a direction she never would have thought of. She found herself shuddering after a bit, and decided that he was right... it *wasn't* pretty.
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Willow watched with wide eyes as Angel pulled his shirt over his head. She almost couldn't believe that this was actually happening, but she'd pinched herself enough times in the last thirty seconds to be sure that she wasn't dreaming. Her eyes traveled wantonly over his smooth, pale chest, lingering briefly on each of his small, tight nipples before sliding down to the very slight trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. She knew she was breathing fast and shallow, but she couldn't help it. "You're... beautiful..." she sighed out, stepping closer and tracing the outline of his ribs with one fingertip. She smiled when he purred, and she stepped even closer, her hands resting on his hips now. She quickly flicked the tip of her tongue over one small male bud, almost giggling when he groaned.
His hands were aching to pull her to him, almost as much as his body was aching to have her there, and... when he felt her mouth on his chest, he growled softly. Gods help him, he didn't want to scare her, but he was rapidly reaching the point at which he'd have no control over his actions. His arms wrapped around her anyway, his hands grasping her butt, when he felt her teeth nipping softly at him. "Willow..." he groaned, pressing his throbbing hardness against her, and growling his satisfaction when she moaned. His hands slipped up to the hem of her shirt, and he tugged it up and off of her, staring for a moment at her creamy skin. "No..." he sighed, "*You're* beautiful..." And she was, too, he told himself. Her skin was pale, and smooth, her nipples hard and tight for him already, and their deep peach colour contrasted wonderfully with the rest of her. "You're a work of art..." He pulled her against him, and groaned when her lips found his nipple once more.
She licked and sucked gently at the erect nub of flesh, loving the sounds he made while she did, and her hands slid slowly down his back, running tentatively across his ass before she hooked her thumbs in the waistband at either side of his large, cool body. "Angel..." she murmured, pulling away. She stared raptly into his eyes as she moved her hands to the front of his pants, and smiled almost shyly as she worked the button through its hole and slowly slid the zipper down. One hand slid inside the now-loose fabric, and she gasped softly when she felt his hard, thick, long maleness against her fingers. She quickly pulled her hand back, and shook her head slightly when he groaned his disappointment. "Just wait..." she whispered, pushing the linen down over his hips, and past his ass. She moaned herself when his pants fell in a pool around his ankles, and she felt his hands tugging at her skirt.
He wasn't entirely sure that he could even do this, because... just the feel of her fingers brushing against his throbbing cock had almost made him cum, but... he was for damned sure going to give it his best try. He slowly peeled the skirt from her tight, hot body, and groaned, hard and deep, when she was pressed against him again, fully naked this time. He stepped out of the pants around his feet, lifting her easily and carrying her quickly to the bed, where he turned around and lay down, pulling her on top of him. "Willow..." he groaned, when he felt her lips on his skin again.
Willow smiled against his chest, and when he moaned loudly, she pulled her mouth away, glancing up to meet his eyes. She'd waited a long time to be with him this way, and she was going to take her time about it. "Shhh..." She lowered her mouth to his cool skin again, sighing in satisfaction when his fingers tangled in her hair, and she began, slowly but surely, kissing her way down his long, strong form.
He watched her for as long as he could; saw her lovely red hair trailing slowly down his yearning flesh... watched her small pink tongue circle his navel before plunging into it. His eyes closed for a moment then as her tongue imitated the things he wanted to do to her tender core with his turgid shaft, and opened again when he felt her warm hand cupping his sac lightly. "Willow... oh, Gods!" he gasped, when her sweet, wet mouth closed over the seeping head of his cock, and "Willow!" again, as she slowly, ever so slowly, took him deep into her throat.
Her eyes were stretched almost as wide as her lips were, mostly because she hadn't expected him to taste so... *good*... but he did, and she wanted so much more. Her fingers tickled lightly at the back of his balls, and she moaned around his throbbing shaft as she took him deep and fast, his fingers flexing hard against her scalp.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he gripped hard at her hair, when he felt her slim finger circling his anus. He knew she wouldn't actually do anything more than that, not this first time, anyway, but... it was a promise, in a way, and one he would hold her to. For now, though... for now, her mouth, and her throat, and her nails against his sac, were *more* than enough, and the way she was sliding her wet lips up and down on him, and the perfect amount of suction, and the small gusts of warm breath against his coarse hairs was... "Gods! Will!" he cried, trying to pull her away and groaning when she slid down once more and... swallowed hard. "Willow!" he growled, his hands holding her tightly to him now, as he arched deeper into her throat than he already was, and spilled his cool seed for so long, he thought he'd *never* stop!
She swallowed hard, time and again, until he was finally spent, and she slowly, reluctantly, let him slip from her mouth when she felt his insistent tugging on her hair. She crawled up his body, a wicked little smile on her face when she stopped and licked her lips in satisfaction. "Thank you, Angel," she said slyly, giggling when he pulled her down hard on his chest and rolled them onto their sides.
"Oh, no, Will," Angel purred, his eyes gleaming with slight gold flecks, "Thank *you*..." He leaned closer to her, pressing his lips to hers, and groaned when he thrust his tongue into her mouth and tasted himself. He pushed her back against the sheets, his mouth still on hers, and ran one hand down her neck, stopping when he reached her tight, hot nipple. He rolled it lightly between his fingers, smiling as he pulled his lips from hers. "My turn to explore," he purred before tilting her head to the side and taking her earlobe between his blunt human teeth. He slipped his lips carefully down the side of her neck, amazed when she didn't even tense slightly. It shocked him, pleasantly, that she trusted him that much, and he found that he loved her even more for it, even as he continued his downward move.
She moaned loudly, her breath hitching slightly, when his cool mouth closed over her hot, tight nipple. His tongue was moving around it in little circles, and when he moved his lips to the other one, she almost screamed at the contented sounds she heard coming from deep in his throat. Her hands flew to his head, and she suddenly understood why his had been wrapped in her hair while she'd roved his body... it was to keep from tearing through the bed, because... that's what she would have done had his hair not been there to occupy her digits. She moaned even louder as he moved down her torso, stopping to toy with her belly button for a moment or three, and when she actually felt his hands pulling her legs apart, and his cool breath against the center of her heat, she almost screamed. His tongue was sweeping quickly along her, dipping shallowly into her core every few times, and... she knew she'd never felt anything like it... like *him*. Her fingers were tight in his short brown locks, and she was completely unsurprised to realize that the strained whimpers filling the air were coming from her. She arched off the bed, a groan forcing itself from her throat, when she felt his strong, perfect tongue finally plunge deep into her wet heat.
She was everything he'd never dared to imagine, and more... Perfect, and wet, and tighter than he ever would have believed, and she tasted like... nothing he could name, but it was perfect, all the same. Her hands in his hair, her legs spread around him as he feasted on the sweet and spicy dew of her... it was almost more than he'd ever hoped to have, and... he wanted even more. He pulled his tongue reluctantly from her tight wet channel, and fastened his lips on her throbbing clit, sliding first one, then another, and another finger into her sweet core. He groaned along with her when he began pumping his long, thick fingers in and out of her, and moaned again when he felt her starting to tighten around them. His tongue flicked fast and furious at her swollen nub, and he sucked and nipped at it, a bit harder each time, until he felt her start to shudder around his still-thrusting fingers. His other hand slid quickly between his own legs, and closed around his once again hard cock, stroking slowly, and he groaned again, his teeth gripping her clit as his tongue laved the bit of it in his mouth, and he clenched his hand hard around the base of his cock, holding of his own orgasm, as he felt, and heard her cum, her hands holding him tight against her dripping core. He allowed his fingers and tongue to slow, and slowed even more as he felt her start to come down, and when she released her hold on his hair, he pulled his hand from her, sitting up between her legs and staring deep into her eyes as he licked the slick juices from his glistening fingers.
She could have cum again, just from watching his obvious enjoyment of the fingers he'd had inside her, but it was too soon, and she'd seen his proud cock jutting from his lap, and... the next time she came, it was going to be with him inside her. So she smiled, and extended a hand to him, her eyes locked on his when he took it and moved up the bed to lay beside her. "Angel," she said softly, suddenly shy, "I... that was..." she shook her head slowly, staring at his chest.
He slipped one finger under her chin, and tipped her head up. "I know exactly what you mean, Will..." he said, smiling tenderly, "Really..." He sighed happily then, pressing his lips to hers, and groaned when she pulled him against her and over her. "Will," he sighed, staring down into her eyes, "Are you sure..."
She almost laughed, but held it in, and wrapped her long legs around his solid hips instead. "What do *you* think?" she said, her eyes growing wide when she felt the seeping head of his throbbing shaft poised against her. "Please, Angel," she moaned, "Please..." and she almost shrieked from the sheer pleasure of it when he began to press himself forward, into her tight, wet heat.
He groaned, hard and deep, as he slowly sheathed himself fully in the perfection that was his witch. She was so warm, and so slick, and it was for *him*! And her body was writhing against him, and she was murmuring softly, urging him on, and he'd never been surrounded so tightly and perfectly in all his years, and... She was everything he'd ever wanted... needed... and he would do anything for her. He pulled back from her gently, and slid back into her hot velvet depths, moaning again as she tightened around him. "Gods, Willow..." he groaned, staring into her hot eyes, "You're..."
"You're amazing..." she murmured, arching into his next slow thrust. She could feel his coarse hairs rubbing against her clit, and feel the shudders already starting, and she knew it wouldn't be long. Her arm wrapped around him, her fingers gripping tightly to the flexing muscles of his back, and she moaned loudly when his motions became faster... harder... deeper... "Angel...!" she cried out, her body thrashing almost wildly beneath him, "Angel!"
He was driving himself into her hard and fast, and while he'd wanted this first time to be slow and sweet, he didn't really care, because... she was enjoying it, just as much as he was, and she was digging her nails into his back, and her legs were pulling him into her ever harder, and... And then he felt her teeth on his neck, and... it was too much. Her perfect heat, her unbelievable tightness, the slick wetness that was his Willow... and her blunt, human teeth biting deep into his skin... He arched hard against her, pounding the head of his cock against her cervix, once, twice, three more times, before he exploded deep within her, shouting "Willloooowww...." to the heavens as he felt her clench so hard around him, he thought he'd be cross-eyed for the rest of his existence.
She hadn't planned to bite him, but... he'd been thrusting into her, deeper and harder and more perfectly than she would have believed, and... she'd *loved* it! And when he'd stepped it up a bit more, she'd just felt a... *need* to, so... her mouth slipped to his ear, and down his neck, and the next thing she'd known, her teeth had closed over his skin, and she was biting him... *hard*! She hadn't planned on it, but,,, she also hadn't ever thought that it was something she'd *like*! And yet... she had. She'd liked it so much, in fact, that the slight trickle of blood that had seeped in to her mouth had sent her flying over the edge of her own orgasm, and... it had been just... perfect. Taking his blood into her mouth, while she took his cool seed into her womb... She sighed in pure satisfaction, lapping gently at the still-seeping wound on his neck.
He groaned, feeling her tongue on his skin. There was something about knowing that she'd enjoyed biting him, piercing his skin with her teeth... It made him more determined than ever that she would be *his*. She was his perfect mate. He considered, for a moment, just... *killing* Liam, and was surprised when his demon objected violently. Ah, well, he told himself, he'd figure something out eventually... after all, the human-him only had twenty-seven more days, and then? Willow would be all *his*! He stifled his moan of disappointment when she took her lips from him, and slowly pulled his softening cock from her slick warmth. He settled himself by her side, and pulled her tightly against him, smiling happily when she draped her arm across his stomach. "Um, Will?" he finally said, very softly, "Why'd you... *bite* me? Not that I'm complaining," he added quickly, "But I'm... curious..."
Willow smiled slightly, snuggling even closer to him. "Don't know," she said, after a moment, "It just seemed like... the right thing to do... Oh, and you taste... wonderful, by the way..."
Angel laughed quietly, his hand trailing lightly up and down her back. "So do you, Will," he purred, "So do *you*..."
The redhead's brow crinkled for a moment in confusion, "But you didn't bite me, Ang... Oh!"
The vampire's grin became even wider, and he laughed again as his little witch turned red and buried her face against his side.
End.