Summary: Right before college, Willow decides to go out and have some fun. Fun decides to have some Willow.
Rating: NC-17.
Content: W/A and maybe a guest appearance later on.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB etc etc…If you don't, I'm creative aren't I?
Distribution: If you want it I have no problem but email me first to ask my permission please .If not I will be very angry.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season three, then I took liberties with my own version of season 4.
Authors Note: This is my first fic so please be gentle. In my little universe, the gang is about to start college. Willow and Angel have kept in contact through email and the occasional phone call. Oz and Willow are no more and Xander and Cordelia are back together.
<> indicates Willow's thoughts.{}Angel's and () anyone else’s.
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She twisted around in front of her mirror, trying to get a better look at her behind. <Well, it doesn’t seem too short> Willow thought to herself, the object of her scrutiny being a black skirt that came a little above mid thigh. She quickly strapped on her new platform sandals and pulled a tight green tank top over her head. Since graduation, she seemed to have a bit more confidence in herself. Not that she was ready to start dressing like Buffy, but she was happy with the changes internally and out.
Brushing her hair,she thought back to the events of the past week. It was September, and college was starting Monday.Oz had changed his mind about attending UC Sunnydale, and went to study music at NYU. It was a hard thing for both of them to admit, but they both thought it was best if they separate for a while.They still were friends, and that was really what mattered most to her. Although she loved him, she knew in her heart it largely had to do with the fact that she was over it. The main reason she clung to him,even though she couldn’t admit it at the time, was because of the situation they were all in. Facing death every night can make you seek comfort in the first smiling face. She didn’t regret anything,and was happy for the time they had spent together.
So now she was off to find some fun.In the last big hoorah of the summer before college. <I’m in college, I’m in college…> became her happy chant as she ran about her room putting finishing touches on herself. <Shit I’m running late.Should I page Buffy? Nah…> She grabbed her keys and ran out the door.
Double checking for her stake and holy water in her purse, she walked down the street towards the Bronze, where she was to meet Xander and Buffy. A few minutes later the building came into view.The line outside wasn’t very long so she walked right in. She maneuvered through the medium sized crowd over to the table that had become their regular. <Strange, where is Buffy.And why are Xander and Cordelia there?>
"Hey Wills, how’s it going?" Xander greeted her with his usual goofy grin.
"Pretty ok I guess, where’s Buffy?"Willow asked with annoyed interest <And here I thought I was late>
"Oh she met some guy out on the dance floor and left with him. She said to let you know she was sorry but she’d call you in the morning."Xander replied casually.
Willow could only look at him.<I can’t believe she just left like that.What the hell am I supposed to do now?>
"Wow Willow, I’m shocked.You look pretty good." Cordelia came out of the blue with her comment.
"Oh umm thanks Cordelia" Willow muttered through her slight blush..
She quickly sat down in the chair next to Xander and looked at the couple. <Figures>
It seemed once they had small talk out of the way they went back to whatever they were doing before she arrived, which seemed to be nothing more than making out.Willow was becoming very uncomfortable, and wasn’t sure what to do.<I could go get a drink, but that would only take me a few minutes. I really wanted to hang out tonight, so now what?>
Willow stood up and muttered a goodbye.All she got from Xander was a slight nod from around Cordelia’s head. <I guess they’re making up for lost time.> Cordelia had left for L.A. after graduation but was visiting for the weekend before she started college out there. Hiding the blush that her anger was creating with her hair,she walked to the exit and left the Bronze.
~A few blocks away from the Bronze
He tried her house, but no one was home{How could I expect her to be home on a Firday night.} Angel thought to himself.{because you hoped she would be home so you could talk to her you fool}his mind answered him.So he began walking to the Bronze. {I just hope I don’t see Buffy} Angel thought to himself.As he was walking to the Bronze it suddenly started pouring. {Great Now it’s raining and I definitely have to go inside}
As he got closer to the Bronze her saw a familiar flash of red hair quickly walking away from the Bronze and down the street.{I really hope that’s not her walking around by herself.} Angel ran down the street in hopes to get to her before she got too far.The whole purpose of his trip back to Sunnydale was Willow.
When he got her email about her breakup with the wolfkid, she had seemed rather shut off about it and he was worried about her. He wasn’t sure if she would talk about it over the phone with him so he had decided to risk coming to confront her about it in person. He and Willow had become rather close over the summer, she had often been the voice of reason he needed when he went into one of his deep guilt moods. And the shy hacker had changed. She was now her own woman, not leaning on the Slayer for anything anymore.He admired that about her, and valued their friendship greatly.
~ Near the park
"Damn." Willow muttered to herself. She was soaked through, and sandals weren’t the best form of protection from pouring rain. <I just hope I get home before I get sick.> Suddenly Willow felt a sharp pain in her arm and whirled around to find it source.
"Hello pretty." The grinning vampire snarled.
"Hello ugly."Willow replied, while quickly retrieving her stake from her purse unnoticed.
"What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out in the ra…." his sentence cut off just before he became a pile of dust.
"Getting dirty." Willow said with a snort as she put her stake back into her bag.<Maybe I should keep it handy just in case.> Willow continued her walk through the park with the stake clutched in her hand. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow move.
In the shadows, Angel stood after watching the scene between Willow and the vampire. {I can’t believe it,she staked him like it was second nature.She’s gotten good.} Sensing that Willow noticed his presence he slowly started to walk out of the shadows so he wouldn’t scare her anymore.
"Angel." Willow cried and began to run for the vampire with open arms. She leapt into him and hugged him fiercely. A little stunned by the act, it took Angel a moment to react and put his arms around the slight redhead.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she pulled away from him and started to blush, shocked by her own impulsive act <I can’t believe I just did that, Goddess he felt good..stop that bad girl this is Angel.>
"I’ll explain in a little while, but we should get out of the rain first." He replied quickly."You look soaked through."As he made this comment he realized what exactly was soaked through. {Oh Gods, she looks great.} He couldn’t help but stare a bit when he took in the sight of her well shaped legs in the platform sandals. The skirt wasn’t very short but it was enough to give a tease of upper thigh when she moved. And her green tank top highlighted her red hair and green eyes perfectly. {This was hiding under those huge sweaters the whole time.}
Willow began to shift nervously under his intense gaze.<I didn’t think I looked that bad.I wonder what he’s thinking.> As if sensing her thoughts, Angel’s head snapped up and he grinned at her.
"Let’s get inside before you get sick." Angel prompted, beginning to lead the way out of the park.
"Angel?" Willow quietly asked.
"Yes?" came the quick reply.
"I don’t mean to pry, but what would you have done if Buffy has seen you?’ Willow cautiously asked the question, unsure of what his reaction may be. <I hope I don’t upset him.>
"Well, I’m not really sure.It was a tough call deciding whether or not to come out here, but I decided you were worth it."He answered her with a quick grin.
Willow couldn’t help the red blush that crept up her cheeks. <I’m worth it! Yay I’m worth it.Whoa..worth what?>
"But Angel?"Angel answered her with a look. "How am I worth it? And worth what? What is so important you came all the way back to see me?" Willow quickly babbled out.
Angel sighed. {I guess we’re not gonna make it inside before she attacks me with questions.}"Well Willow it’s like this. I got your e-mail about your break up with Oz."
Willow couldn’t help but snort. Angel looked down at her in surprise. She realized that snort had been outloud. <Oh Goddess will I ever stop embarrassing myself?> "Angel, I don’t think anything in that e-mail was important enough for you to come back here."
Angel thought a minute before answering. He stopped walking and turned her to face him. "Willow, your important enough to come back for, and when you sounded so indifferent about it I became concerned." He told her truthfully.
A smile crept across Willow’s face. "Oh Angel, I’m not upset. It was completely mutual. I love Oz, and maybe I always will. But I don’t love him in that passionate way a woman loves a man. I’m in college now, and I know I’m still the same person, but things change. Why couldn’t you have called me instead of risking coming here. I would have told you over the phone."
Angel’s face quickly closed off. Willow instantly recognized her folly. "Angel, I’m so happy to see you. I just meant that you didn’t have to come. But now that you’re here your going to keep me company."
Willow’s happy grin was infectious, and quickly Angel was smiling along with her.
"So, where to m’lady?" Angel asked with a crooked smile.His reply was a shiver from the now thoroughly soaked redhead. He felt like a fool. Here he was standing in the pouring rain and he hadn’t even offered his jacket. {My mum would skin me in a second if she saw this.}Angel slipped off his leather jacket and put it over the Willow’s shoulders.
Willow began to protest."Angel there’s no sense in both of us being cold."
"But Willow, you’re the only one who can get sick." Angel teased."Oh yeah." Was his only reply as she was lost in his jacket, which was a good 3 sizes too big for her . <This is so sweet, his jacket. He’s such a gentleman. And his jacket smells so good…no bad stop..this is Angel your talking about.>
Quickly Angel began to usher her into the street. "My old place is near by. We can go there till this let’s up a bit." Angel informed her. All he heard was a muffled ok.
The rest of the walk was made in silence. About a block away from Angel’s apartment the rain and wind started becoming much stronger. Angel grabbed Willow’s hand and began to run to his apartment, pulling her behind him.She could barely keep up, but she wanted to get inside so she ran as quickly as she could. When they got to Angel’s apartment, he entered some security codes on the pad and opened the door. Pushing her inside, he entered behind her and closed the door.
They stood a moment in the dark, her breath coming in quick little gasps of sound. The rain was puddling off their bodies and upon the hardwood floor in tiny rivulets.
"Catch your breath," Angel advised."I’ll get the lights."
She waited patiently while he found one of the lamps, switched it on, then retrieved a couple of towels he had left in the hall closet.She caught the fluffy towel that Angel tossed her way and pressed it to her face. <I wonder why he kept these towels here, and they still smell pretty fresh.> Pulling it’s nubby softness, Willow began toweling her hair dry, then jumped visibly when she felt Angel’s hands close over hers. He rubbed the towel along her scalp with brisk efficiency while she remained perfectly still and quiet. Finally, using the dangling corners as a lever, he forced her head up and tossed back the edges obscuring her vision.
{My God she’s beautiful. I wonder if she knows how I feel. I wonder if I kissed her would she turn away and run. She might be smarter to do that.} While the play of thoughts were going through Angel’s mind he didn’t notice the redhead gazing at him in appreciation. His wet shirt clung deliciously to his chest and outlined every curve of muscle. <He’s like a God, perfect in every way. Oh Goddess I want to touch him. No I can’t I gotta stop thinking like this. This is Angel. Angel who had Buffy. He wouldn’t want me.>
Suddenly Angel broke the silence. "And what would that have to do with anything? Why wouldn’t I want you?" He demanded angrily.
Instead of turning her normal red hue, her face blanched totally white. She started making small choking sounds.<Oh dear God, I spoke aloud! Go Rosenburg you really know the way to make an ass of yourself.>
"Angel I..well that is I didn’t mean to…well I didn’t realize I was speaking out loud." She finally managed to stammer out."Angel I’m so sorry I don’t know what I’m talking about I…"Angel quickly shut her up with a quick kiss.
"Never do that again. Buffy is Buffy, and your you. Willow is a great person and a wonderful friend.She’s beautiful and funny, and smart. So don’t talk about yourself like your nobody."Angel said rather intensely.
"Beautiful, Angel." Willow couldn’t help the little smile that was creeping over her cheeks.
"Should I say it again? Or maybe I should use another one. How about gorgeous, stunning, ethereal…I could be here all day. " Angel teased.
"Oh Angel, you don’t have to say these things to make me feel good." Willow blushed.
"Oh Willow, but I do, I really do." With that said Angel leaned down and kissed her again.{She tastes even better than I ever imagined.}
Willow couldn’t believe the feelings coursing through her.<I can’t believe I’m kissing Angel. But it’s not a bad thing, I guess it’s a good thing. He’s not Buffy’s, and I don’t belong to Oz. > All thoughts left her mind as she felt Angel’s cool tongue stroking her lips, waiting to gain entrance to her mouth. She froze for a moment, not sure of what to say.
Slowly, Angel pulled away. His eyes were dark with desire, and Willow bit her lip nervously, trying to slow the erratic thumping of her heart. She was shivering, and she knew she couldn’t chalk it up entirely to being chilled.
He chuckled softly. "God, you look like a wet kitten."
"Angel,I…"
"Shh," he said, placing a cool finger against her warm lips. "It will be all right, I promise."
His lips took her, whispering over her mouth gently, locking the breath in her throat. Her body pressed willingly against his, and he responded with a low growl of pleasure at the contact, threading his fingers through the silky wetness of her red hair. She spread her hands along his back, distantly aware of the play of muscles there beneath the shirt plastered to his skin.
She was aware of little else because Angel’s mouth had taken full possession now. Her lips parted and his tongue was exploring, teasing. Its velvety softness delved deeper and deeper, until she felt a dizzying sweetness melt her insides. Timid at first, then with increasing boldness, Willow allowed her own tongue to meet his, imitating his movements in a way she hoped would please him.
Eventually, his mouth slanted away from hers, and she drew a quick, shaky breath as Angel scorched her flesh with his lips, placing nibbling kisses along her cheeks, her brow, the curve of her neck. His touch seemed alternately to chill and then burn. She shivered deliciously as he nudged away the strap of her tank top to trail his tongue across her shoulder blades.
His fingers lightly pulled down the other strap of her tank top, peeling the dampness of it down her arm."You need to get out of these wet things,"Angel whispered against her flesh."You’ll catch cold."
"I seem…to be warming up," Willow replied dreamily as his tongue found a sensitive spot beneath one ear.
Angel gave a low, grumbling laugh. A drop or two of rainwater lay poised at the tip of her earlobe, and he captured the moisture with his tongue, taking a moment to suckle the flesh above it.
Her skirt and panties slid down her legs to become a sodden mass at Willow’s feet, though she was hardly aware that he had helped her slip out of them until she felt the chilly air against her flesh. In another moment her tank top joined them on the floor and she was naked. Yet the thought was only mildly intimidating.
Angel draped a towel around her body, and with another he began to stroke the wetness from her skin. His touch was a balm, a delightfully peculiar sensation shimmied along her nerves. The strength of Angel’s fingers seemed to seep right through the fluffy material-massaging, stimulating. It was a lazy, sensual feeling against her flesh.
Angel worked the towel over her body slowly, and, adrift in the pleasure of his touch, Willow squeezed her eyes shut, allowing him free passage. Willow had had sex before, and it was great with Oz, but this was different. It was purely sensual, not a puppy love induced romp. She felt weightless, made of less substance than spun sugar. She couldn’t even fathom a feeling more delightful than this, but even as she had the thought, Angel’s fingers were showing her how much more there could be.
He parted the material that covered her, his hand settling along her stomach. She gasped, the muscles contracting as he toweled gently, his fingers making ever-decreasing circles, until she began to imagine there was no barrier of cloth between his hand and her flesh. A tingling weakness seem to radiate from that part just above her naval.
In the next moment, the sensual warmth of the feeling seemed to increase, and, dimly aware something had changed, Willow opened her eyes. Angel had lowered himself to his knees in front of her, and where the towel had once stroked, his mouth now moved with deceptive slowness. She moaned as his fingers slid along the slight curve of her rib cage, down the hollow of her spine to cup her buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded gently, and she surged convulsively against him, filling his mouth with her flesh. His tongue swirled and dipped over her velvety skin, and Willow’s spine went taut. Unaccustomed to such intimacy, her fingers settled on Angel’s shoulders, plucking at the damp material of his black silk shirt.
She was a bit confused. <This is Angel, I can’t believe this is Angel. And why am I turning to mush, he must think I’m such a child. >
"What are…you doing?" Willow choked out.
"Warming you, sweetheart," he said, and the low, husky vibration of those few words against her abdomen made her squirm with pleasure.Suddenly, Angel realized exactly what he was doing. { I can’t believe I’m doing this.} Realizing his silence was making Willow nervous, he quickly stood up.
" I’ll be right back." With that said, he turned on his heels and walked down towards the door of his room. All Willow could do was shiver and clutch a towel around herself.
End Part 1
Willow just stood in the silence of the room contemplating what just happened. < Did I do something wrong? > She was shivering but not from cold. Angel had awakened something inside her that was demanding fulfillment. < If he doesn't get his ass in here I'm gonna go crazy. >
In his bedroom, Angel was debating what to do. {I don't want to scare her, but I want her so much.} After he seemed to gather himself a bit, he walked back out to the living room area. He found Willow just staring blankly into the cold fireplace. {A fire, good I'll light a fire and that should ease some tension. Oh Gods she looks beautiful standing there.}
At the sound of someone clearing their throat, Willow gasped and spun around. However, she forgot about the towel she was clutching and it fell right to the floor. < Oh good Gods, could I be more klutzy? Oh my, he looks like a tiger on the prowl. >
The second her towel fell Angel felt himself get fully hard. He knew there was going to be no way he could walk away now. {If I don't have her I'll go insane. She really doesn't know how beautiful she is.} As Willow began to flutter her hands around to cover herself, Angel quickly stopped her with his words.
"Don't, please don't." he said huskily. His dark gaze traveled up and down her body and left goosebumps wherever his eyes had been. " You are so beautiful." He said emotionally. Willow was very confused, and her face showed as much. Her brows were knitted together, and it was obvious she was struggling to find something to say.
"Just hold on, and let me start the fire. Don't move." He sounded very commanding, and for a moment Willow didn't think she would dare move. He walked over to the fireplace and began picking up some wood. He tossed the logs in and dug in his pockets for matches. She could hear the crack of it when he struck the first match. The light smell of sulfur was in the air.
" Angel" she said his name with the air of a question, unsure of how to continue. Her only answer was silence. She wondered if he even heard her until she saw him turn around to face her. Satisfied with the fire that was beginning behind him, he realized it was now or never.
"Willow, I don't even know where to begin." Angel said almost painfully. {I'm not lying either, I have no clue where to start.} But he was shocked when he heard her voice penetrate his thoughts with a calm, almost serious sound to it.
" Look Angel, I'll be honest with you, even though I'm terribly embarrassed since I'm standing naked in your living room!" the last part said as almost a shriek, and he would have guessed her upset were it not for the playful smile tugging at her lips. {Gods, does she even realize what that small smile is doing to me?}
"I won't pretend to know what's going on, and if you did it would be an insult to my intelligence, all I know is I like what's happening and don't want it to stop." Even though her mouth was smiling the last sentence sounded more like pleading to his ears. And Angel couldn't stand to hear that.
"And what made you think I wanted this to stop, little one?" He was teasing her and she knew. <How sweet, he's trying to put me at ease. If he only knew what I wanted to put to ease. > Angel didn't miss the mischievous little smile that crossed her lips and the bright twinkle that came to her eye.
" Ah so what is it on your mind now, little one? You look like you've discovered some sinister little secret and your holding out on me." All was said as he slowly began to glide over to her. <Eep. > He recognized her soft blush as a direct result of his intense gaze. When he was no more than a foot or so away, he admired how she blushed from her breasts to her face. {She is truly beautiful. Don't mess this up you fool.}
Willow had had enough. If he looked from her breasts to her face, to her breasts again, she was sure she would be forced to stake him. <Humph, they're not perfect but I know they're nice enough. Is that brooding? Oh Gods yep he's brooding again. >
"Angel" no response. < Gr.> "Damn it, Angel." At this his head snapped up and met her eyes.
"Yes, little one?" his only answer was a low growl. {Wow, where did that come from? Uh oh, she's looking at me with that look.}
He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could utter another word Willow had closed the remaining distance between them. He felt her small warm tongue lightly trace his lips in an effort to gain entrance to his mouth. He happily obliged. Tongue met tongue as each tried to gain dominance, but Willow knew she couldn't last, not against Angel. < If he weren't holding me up I'd crash right on the floor. Oh my what is he doing …> That was the last coherent thought that entered her young mind as she felt Angel's insistent fingers begin to caress her outer lips.
Angel started placing light kisses down her neck and past her collarbone. He kissed down her chest until he reached one hard nipple, and popped it into his mouth. The groan that came from Willow as he lightly bit down was music to his ears. He kept the swirling of his tongue in time with his fingers as he lightly moved them over her clit. He heard her breathing become shallower and knew he had to lie her down somewhere.
Willow was in heaven. Her whole body felt alive. <Can't we skip the foreplay, there will be time later! Jeez, hoe much..> She felt a tightening in her stomach that was a telltale sign that she was so close.
"Angel" His name came out as a soft sigh from her lips, and Angel thought he would cum right there. Slowly he took his hand away from her dripping pussy and moved it up to the small of her back. A slight groan of protest from Willow made him rethink what to do next. In one fluid movement he put a foot of space between them, then swooped one arm behind her knees and the other under her arms. Willow squeal of surprise and joy was all the encouragement he needed. She clung to his neck as he carried her into his room. Angel let out a small growl when he felt her bite his nipple through his damp shirt.
Angel laid Willow down on the bed, then backed away. Lying there against the black satin sheets, she looked like a Goddess. The black only accentuated her pale skin, and her hair looked like fire against the darkness. Her half closed eyes held nothing but raw want and hunger. It sent a shiver down his spine. He knew she would be one hell of a lover. {And so passionate. My Willow.}
Willow watched as Angel slowly stripped out of his wet clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt, giving her a view of his muscled chest, bit by bit. The firelight coming through the door cast a golden shadow over his skin. <So beautiful, like a statue cast in bronze.> Her attentions were brought back when she heard the shirt hit the floor in a sodden mass. When he started to take off his belt so slowly she thought he wasn't moving at all, she thought she would go insane. The fire between her legs had grown so intense that she was about to jump him.
Almost as if sensing her need, Angel sped up his movements He toed off his shoes and finished unbuttoning his pants. As he slid them down his thighs, he could swear she was eyeing him like a hunter observing her prey.{This could prove to be interesting.} One last movement to pull of his socks, and he was standing before her, naked as the day he was born.
Willow couldn't contain the small gasp that escaped her lips when she saw him fully skyclad. He was more beautiful than he had been in her dreams, and perfect. The light trail of hair starting under his belly button got thicker as her gaze traveled down to his thick cock nestled in the patch of hair. His thighs were well muscled, and turned delicately at the ankles. She noticed his erection jump a little under her gaze. All she did was lie back and raise her arms to him.
Angel didn't need any more invitation. He quickly lay over her, and kissed her with the force of what he was feeling. Willow knew how he felt, she felt the same way. Lust, love, passion, need. All seemed to mesh into one as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Angel slowly started to massage her clit again, and Willow felt her passion come to the fore.
"Angel, I want you inside me." Her voice was so husky it almost sounded like nothing at all.
"But little one, I want this to last." And he did. He didn't want this night to end. He wanted to make love to her all night.
"There's time for that later."
And that was it. No more arguments from him. Through the passion in her voice Angel could hear her steel will demanding he comply. He kissed her almost roughly and positioned himself just outside her lips. He bent his head to catch a nipple in his mouth and just as he heard her soft sigh, he thrust in. He waited a moment to let her adjust to his size before he started to slowly move in and out of her. He wanted to be slow and gentle, but Willow just wouldn't let him.
Willow wanted it. Now. Fast and hard and forever. She started to thrust her hips up to meet his in an attempt to quicken his pace. And it was working. If anything, she could tell by the quiet grunts coming from Angel. As she felt his pubic bone rub against her clit, she started to moan. A low, deep, guttural sound that normally would have seemed utterly uncharacteristic for her. Angel could feel her walls tightening around him and couldn't hold back much longer. He snaked a hand between their bodies and began once again to rub her clit. He brought her right to the edge, and then stopped. She was going to kill him.
"Angel, please. I need you."
And his world shattered. He gave her clit a twist just as he felt his own orgasm start. Her loud wail signaled to him that her orgasm was starting, but his mind wasn't taking any heed of it. As he shot his cold seed deep inside her, he screamed out her name, followed by her screaming his just a second behind. In one final thrust, he changed into game face a gently bit into her breast. Her blood tasted sweeter than anything he had ever tasted. As he felt her inner walls start to lessen their contractions, he slowly slid his semi-erect cock out of her at the same time as his fangs. He lay on his back and pulled her up against him, listening to her panting become more relaxed. He thought she was already asleep, 'til he heard a very quiet "Thank you."
He chuckled very lightly as he kissed the top of her head. "No little one, thank you."
The End