E-mail: wicca@01019.freenet.de
Pairing: Willow & Angel
Rating: R ? ( I`m not good at this )
Disclaimer: They`re not Mine *cry*
Distribution: my site wacky witch willow, others ask first.
Summary: Willow and Angel work together.
Author's Notes: I`m so sorry to do this, but I think know I have totally lost it.
A big thank you to my honey bee Red and Watcher Wendy ! They made this crazy thing possible.
Author's Note 2: this story are original scenes from the book
Feedback: This is my first ever. So if you think I should stop …tell me !
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~Part: 1~
In the last few minutes, it had become painfully clear, that the longing Angel was feeling, since Willow had awakened it, the evening of their first meeting, had become stronger. Was there a possibility that he was in love with her ? Or was he just in need of sex ?
They were standing it a small bedroom, in search of the Ghost that terrorized Willow`s Aunt Mary.
"Now, since you are here, we should invent a new plan." Willow looked thoughtfully towards the wardrobe. "We must find a way, to hide you for the case, so that the spirit appears."
"You can forget the cabinet." Angel said. " I have no intention of spending the rest of the night in it."
"Where do you want then to hide yourself ? Under the bed ? "
Angel swore quietly." I think, it`s not necessary, to hide myself, as long as there is no sign that the spirit intends to go into action."
"But what if the spirit, actually is one of the employees, he may notice that you are here. We have to be quiet."
Angel raised his brows high. " I assure you, that I am able, to be perfectly calm. The moon is bright enough to see by. Our only problem at the moment is how to spend the time, until it pleases the spirit to go into action."
She looked directly into his eyes. "We better not talk, it could hear us."
"There I agree with you." Angel crossed to her.
"We could play cards." She suggested " Whoops I have forgotten to bring them!."
"Then we will probably have to find something else." He took her chin between his thumbs and index fingers. Gently he lifted her face, so that he could look her directly into the eyes.
Willow stood motionless, as if the contact of his hand would have let her solidify. She observed him with large surprised eyes,eyes that held curiosity and caution.
"Angel?" she whispered breathless.
" I want you to know something, Will."
Her lips opened a little. "What?"
"Do you think there is a possibility, that you like me more than a friend ?"
"What do you mean ?"
"I will show you." he said gently.
Angel bent his head, and his mouth drove gently over her lips. She let out a small sigh, that took him completely by surprise. He strengthened his kiss and with his thumb he drew the fine line of her cheek. A tremble drove through her body, which he noticed immediately. Ease and satisfaction drove him he could let her feel desire.
Willow groaned quietly, as he pushed her lips tenderly apart. He felt how her hands slid over his shoulders, then she put her arms around his neck, and she pushed herself against his body. Heat shot through him. The cold of his body was by the heat of passion extinguished.
She struggled for breath, as his mouth for a short time left her lips,in order to explore her neck.." Angel, I don`t know, whether that is reasonable."
"Trust me, little one."
"I trust you" she answered fast
"Good." his hands slid her back down and pulled her hard against him, in order to feel her soft bosom at his chest and the soft curve of her womenhood on his thigh. His body was already hard.
"Angel, I feel so strange." Willow touched gently his neck. Her stroking shifted him into largest excitation possible. She stood on tiptoe and drove her hand through his hair,then she began to answer his kisses passionately. The stolen blood rose in his veins. All thoughts to the spirit disappeared. Tonight he would fight each creature that could disturb this. He would make Willow passionate for him, if she would know it or not, she would be his for eternity.
"Angel?"
"Everything is fine, my little one" he pulled her toward the big bed." everything will be fine."
"I do not seem to be able to think clearly, when you are kissing me." she sighed.
"Just as little as I can." Angel smiled, "fortunately in moments like this there is no need to do it."
She looked nervously at his chest. Painful tenderness ascended in him. " you are marvelous", he whispered.
Surprised, she tore her eyes open "do you mean that ? "
"Yes I do mean it." Gently he nibbled at her ear " And I want you."
"You want me ?" she sounded shocked, as if this state itself was a miracle." I am not completely sure, that I understand you correctly."
"You will understand fast enough. God knows, I can no longer hide my desire. You do not have a conception, what strong feelings you arouse in me."
She smiled hesitating. " if my effect on you, is the same you have on me, then I think that we here have a very unusual problem.What do we do now ?"
Angel kissed her again. Her arms were now around his neck. She leaned on to him, a mute indication of her readiness, to give herself to him. He pushed gently with his shoe between her feet.
She stopped to breath, however did not pull back, as he pushed his thigh between her legs. Her skirt slipped up, as he raised his knee and placed his foot on the bed. Willow discharged a suppressed cry, as she suddenly was sitting on his thigh.
"Angel, oh goddess." she clasped herself on to him.
"Shhh, my little one. we may not make too much noise. We do not want to frighten the spirit." Angel groaned, he could feel the heat of her soft, warm womanhood which burned through his trousers. Not only the heat, he thought, also he could feel a traitorous humidity. He caught the weak, irresistible smell from Willow`s increasing excitation and he nearly lost his self-control over it.
"My lovely Willow" he said in surprise " Where were you all the years?"
"In Sunnydale" she answered seriously.
Angel hid his smile in her hair. He drove with his hands up her socks and over her neck. She twitched a little then she breathed deeply in and out.
" I do not know why " he said " but I have the feeling, that I know your soul."
"I feel the same way, ever since we first meet." her voice sounded a little dreamy.
" And at the end of the night, we will be much closer," swore Angel. He could not wait any longer . She wanted him, and he wanted her. Suddenly everything was completely simple.
Angel took his foot off the blanket and placed Willow easily on her tips of her toes. Still, before her feet had touched the ground, he pushed her gently onto the bed. The sight of her on he bed made him catch his breath. Her skirt had pushed itself over her knees and let him have a free view of her elegant calves.
He stared at Willow's legs, with the fantasy in his head of how it would feel to have these legs wrapped around his hips.
" Is something wrong ?" She looked anxiously up to him.
" No, everything is perfect. It was as never perfect like it is now."
He pulled on the buttons of his shirt. He felt the fine linen tear, but it didn't matter. The only thing that was important to him at that moment was to be with Willow, to be in Willow.
Finally his shirt was open, but he did not take the time to take it off. Impatiently he burned, wanting to feel her hands on his naked flesh. He sat down on the edge of the bed and quickly took his shoes off.
"You seem to be in a hurry, Angel."
"That I am"
He lay down beside her and took her into his arms.
"Touch me" he said. He took her hand and led her to his throat. "I want to feel your hands on my body."
"Yes, oh Yes I want that too." Willow discharged a small cry, as she stroked and fumbled over his naked chest.
Willow looked at him " You have so much power. The first time I saw you I knew that you are the most marvelous creature I will ever know."
The sweet, honest desire in her eyes for a short moment took away all the things he would love to tell her. He pushed his thighs between her legs and kissed her neck. Finally he found his voice again. " You will not regret it, little one."
Her lips touched its shoulder " I`m sure that there is no thing that I could do with you, that I will ever regret. How could I ?"
"Willow you make me feel so alive." Angel pulled her closely against his body and started to undress her. It took eternity. "darn", he murmured,as he opened the last button on her blouse. He was suddenly depressed over his lack of self-control.
" Is everything alright, Angel?"
"Yes." But it was not alright, he thought, while he pushed her blouse down and his view fell on her small firm breasts. He was everything but good. His hands trembled. He had the feeling that his body was on fire, with the heat that came from his hip. Understanding had stopped working, there were too many powerful feelings in him.
No, this was not good, the fear to lose control was not good.
As he saw into her beautiful green eyes, he was lost.
He stared at her wonderful face. She was making him crazy with need.
"Do you know how wonderful you are? You are perfect." He bent his head down and took one of her hard, small nipples between his teeth.
"oh." Her fingers cramped in his hair, and her slim body bent itself. Her reaction drove him on the edge of insanity. He reached down and pushed his hand under the edge of her skirt.
He stroked her thighs, until she was trembling. Then he dared to move higher, in search of the warm heat, from which he knew it was waiting for him.
Waiting only for him.
He found it.
"Angel" Willow groaned, her legs pressing together. He knew that this was a instinctive movement, a natural reaction.
"Everything is alright", he whispered.
~Part: 2~
"Everything is alright," he whispered encouragingly. "I want to feel all your secret places. I want to know everything about you, I want to touch and kiss you everywhere."
She was so hot and damp between her lips, surrounded by tender red hair, just like he had known. Angel pushed a finger deeply into her slippery channel. The narrow opening encased his finger like a glove. The feeling was indescribable. He was afraid that he would disgrace himself by emptying his seed right at that moment in his trousers.
" I did not know that I could feel this way," she told him. He looked into her eyes, opened wide.
"I did not know it, either." Suddenly his own desperate longing was no longer important. The only thing that was important to him now was to give Willow as much pleasure as possible. Later there would be enough time to find his own satisfaction. They had all night.
Carefully he removed his fingers from her until he felt her clench her muscles in order to hold him inside. With his thumb he found the sensitive point where all her nerves were bundled. Then he pushed his finger back into her marvelous, warm opening.
Willow made a quiet noise, half scream, half groan. Angel covered her lips with his own mouth and stroked again between her legs.
She grasped the material of his shirt. Again she squeezed her legs together, this time to get more pressure from his hand.
"You must relax, little one," he made a line of small kisses on her chest. "Relax. Open for me my little flower. Yes, like this, my sweet Willow. Let me in, Will. Deeply into you." He felt as she hesitated at first, but then she opened her legs.
"You are so warm," he whispered. "I want to feel this heat. I have to feel it." He drove more deeply into her and widened the opening slowly, until he was able to get a second finger into her.
Willow`s reaction was spontaneous and intense. She bent her body. Her mouth open she let out a soundless scream, and than began to tremble. Angel could feel the little waves of pleasure that went through her body. At the moment of her fulfilment he felt grateful - it went beyond everything which he had ever experienced. He raised his head and watched as Willow let herself experience her orgasm.
"Marvelous," he whispered. And then she lay back in his arms. She murmured something incomprehensible. Angel smiled and regretfully withdrew his hand. Now it was his turn.
He inhaled Willow’s scent as he opened his trousers. Angel was so excited. He feared that he would not be able to control himself if he was not able to sink into her soon. He would be a happy vampire if he could control himself long enough to do that.
The close, loud sound of a rattling chain interrupted him. He had the feeling that somebody had just emptied a bucket of cold water over him. He remained perfectly rigid. Willow’s strain was clearly felt."The ghost," she mumbled.
"To Hell with it," he lowered his head to clear the fog that obstructed his thoughts. Nervously he closed his trousers.
"If that is an example of the way the ghost makes it’s appearance, as a living person planned, it’s no wonder that he or she is death."
Again they heard the rattle, but this time more near. A dark groan sounded by the connecting door.
"Mary. Mary, I`m here to get you."
"This Idiot," Angel rose of bed.
"What do we do now?" asked Willow, fighting with her clothes.
"I will expose the Gost, or better, the person," he threw the blanket over her. "Don`t move. Don`t say a single thing."
He let her lie there, a big, unremarkable lump under the blanket and ran rapidly to the window. When he tightened the heavy curtains the room was encased in complete darkness.
"Mary, where are you? The time has come. I have waited a long, long time for you." Again the chains rattled next door. From a favorable place Angel observed the door. The light of a candle was seen beneath the door.
The door opened slowly and the rattle of the chains became louder. With heavy, sluggish steps a thatful shape came into the room. Angel withdraw himself deeper into the darkness, carefully observing every move of the gost.
The light of the candle fell on a scar-covered face partially was covered. The neck of the spirit exhibited a large gaping wound. A glove covered hand held the candle, the other one was hidden in the folds of his clothes. The chains seemed to be fastened to his feet.
Angel was already certain that it was not a ghost that was now walking to the bed as he could clearly hear a heartbeat. In the meantime, the intruder had stationed himself directly in front of the bed.
"Mary, Mary, it`s time for you to come with me." Angel left his hiding place, but not fast enough. Willow threw the cover to the side and directed a pistol toward the intruder.
"Remain where you are, or I’ll shoot," she called.
"What in the hell is this?" protested the voice loudly. "You are not Mary."
"Certainly not. And you are not a ghost," Willow almost fell from the bed when she got up, the pistol still pointed toward the person, "and this whole sad play has gone far enough." She waved with her free hand wildly around in the air. "You should be ashamed."
"Who do you think you are? I will show you what people get when they interfere in stranger’s affairs." The intruder pulled his hand from the folds and brought out a long knife. He moved threateningly towards Willow. Angel threw himself on the man before he could reach her.
He picked him up by the shoulders, inverted him from the rear of the kapuze over his eyes and whirled him around. The candle flew through the air.
"What--" the ghost strove desperately to resist. Angel did not let him escape. He could not risk being seen. That would require too many explanations.
With one hand he struck the knife to the side, then he knocked his opponent unconscious with an uppercut to his chin.
" Good work." Willow called as she hurried to retrieve the candle. "And exactly at the perfect moment. I think he wanted to really use the knife." Angel, standing over the now still body, could only stare at her. Anger in view of the risk that Willow had taken mixed with relief over the fact that she was safe.
"You stupid little girl. Do you know what could have happened?" She looked at him in surprise.
"I know it was somewhat more dangerous than I thought. I would not really have shot at him."
"Somewhat more dangerous ?" he repeated in disbelieving rage. He climbed over the body of the gost and placed himself threateningly before her. "He could have killed you. I could have lost you. You small, brainless person."
She furrowed her brow, "There is no need to shout at me."
" I don`t shout. But I think about the possibility of spanking your sweet, little butt for a long, long time."
~Part: 3~
After the Police had left and everybody was back in bed, Angel pushed Willow into the bedroom. He was still mad at her, but all he could think of was now that the two of them were alone he could make her his.
"Angel? What do you intend?"
"Why don't you answer that question yourself? With your extraordinary intelligence, Miss Rosenberg, that should not be a problem. I`m sure that you will get it soon enough." Before she knew what he intended he seized her and then pulled her violently into his arms.
"Angel."
He gently pressed her onto the bed and pushed himself onto her so that she was imprisoned under his hard body. Willow took a deep breath. His weight was indescribably exciting. She felt the heat penetrating through the clothes. She trembled a little.
"Oh, my little one," he murmured at her neck, "concentrate completely on me."
"That`s what I`m doing." She was laying against his shoulder and tried to read his eyes. The fire in his eyes burned her. "What are you doing?"
"I’m going to make love to you," he took off her shoes.
"Now? Tonight?"
"Now! Tonight! At this moment!" he prepared to undress her. A moment later she felt his fingers on her naked back. After a few minutes she was barely dressed. Violent, pounding excitement drove through her body.
"Angel?"
"Shhh, my little one," he silenced her weak, questioning words with a passionate kiss, that made her breathless. She groaned and tightened her grip around his broad shoulders. Angel raised his head to look her in the eye, "We will talk with each other later."
He pushed his legs between her thighs and her skirt wound itself around them. The surprisingly familiarity of his touch made her feel a powerful heat that was comparable with nothing she ever could imagine. She had to think on all the emotions he had created only a few hours previously.
With fast, urgent movements Angel opened the last buttons of her skirt and took it off.
"My sweet Willow," he looked one instant on her bosoms, then he took one hard nipple between his teeth.
Willow swallowed and closed her eyes due to the marvelous feelings that overcame her. She felt as if her body were floating in a warm river and the current would increase fast in speed. Due to their first experience this night she knew in front of her lay a waterfall. She was impatient to reach her goal.
She pressed herself against his stroking hands.
"This time I will be deep inside you when you experience your fulfilment," with glowing eyes he looked into her face. "Nothing will stop me, not all the ghosts from heaven or hell standing around this bed."
He rose easily and took his shirt, trousers and boots off. When he turned again, he was completely, perfectly naked.
Willow stared surprised at him. She had never before seen a naked man. The moonlight let his shoulders gleam and stressed the outlines of his hard firm body. Also she could clearly see that he was more than a little excited and the size of his rising member was disturbing.
She knew everything that one could know about sex, she was the net girl, but that was completely different. She could not simply convince herself that his large member would fit into her. She was very excited, and in addition, somewhat fearful.
She looked at him, "I would not have thought that the size differential between us would be so large." Angel made a hoarse sound, half laugh, half groan.
"My sweet, logical Willow, I warned you already once, that your clever brain will sometimes only mean problems for you."
"There is no reason to laugh at me," she said.
He established himself on the bed, pulled her into his arms and kissed the tender skin behind her ear. "I do not laugh at you. I assure you that, despite appearances to the contrary, we will fit outstandingly. Leave it to me."
She smiled fearful, ready to trust him completely. "If you say you know what you are doing, then I trust you. Let us hurry. I swear, I can`t wait much longer. I want to belong to you completely."
"You are the most unbelievable woman that I ever met," he whispered. He regarded her body with a inquiring look. Willow noticed that she still wore her socks and felt pleasantly amused.
"My socks," she murmured.
"I think we’ll leave them where they are," Angel said. "I like them on you."
"Angel, really?"
"Yes, really," he let his hand slide down her body and she melted into his hands.
"You are perfect, with or without socks," he told her as his hand found the triangle of soft hair between her thighs. It affected Willow and she let out a small cry and buried her face in his chest. Inside her a fight took place, shyness against longing. The longing triumphed. She attached herself more closely to his body, looking for more.
"Silk and fire," was all Angel could say. "That`s what you are made of, my little one. Silk and fire. I look forward to feeling the flame." He pushed himself onto her. He stretched his hand and spread her thighs. His fingers dove into her, gently and carefully. At his touch she dug her nails in his back and bent her body towards him.
"You like that, or not?" he teased.
"You know that I like it," Willow pulled on his hair and kissed him hard. It felt like a summer storm inside her.
He wanted her like she wanted him. Angel simply had to feel something for her. He could not do such things with her if he didn’t feel the same way for her. He kissed her with a passion that spoke for itself. His tongue drove between her lips, demanding and powerful, and made clear what would follow.
He continued to press her thighs apart and pushed himself before her female gap. At the feeling of his broad member that was ready to penetrate into her, Willow thought briefly about what they were doing.
"Angel?"
"Tell me, what you want, Willow."
She smiled dreamily, "I want you."
"Then everything will be fine," he whispered in her ear. Slowly he pushed himself forward. Willow cramped.
"Open for me," Angel pushed. He withdrew himself somewhat, in order to then penetrate again. "Let me in, my Sweet."
Her fingers clamped firmly in his hair as she strove courageously to meet him. He did not force her. Instead he withdrew himself again a piece.
"You are like a lock that must be carefully opened," he told her. Wet droplets shone on his forehead.
"I have told you that it will not work."
"And I have told you that you need to trust me." He pushed his hand to her opening, moistened a finger with her humidity and found the small bud that seemed to be the center of her passion.
Willow began to relax as he stroked her with his damp finger. Inside her a wonderful excitation whirled. Her head hung over his arm as she reared up.
"That is it. Relax," in his voice she heard satisfaction. "And now you will open for me, my clever, small lock. Now you are ready to let me in."
Everything that Willow could think was the desire those fingers caused. Soon she would experience this marvelous feeling again. And then she felt the well-known trembles.
"Yes," Angel whispered. "The lock is open." Willow rests under the attack of feelings. Her whole body twitched.
"Yes, oh goddess, yes," she whispered.
Again he pushed himself into her, this time without hesitating or withdrawing. Angel pushed low and inexorably into her narrow opening.
"Marvelous," he said with a dark, hoarse groan. Willow heard as she quietly cried out in surprise. Pain mixed with joy, both feelings were inseparably connected.
"My intelligent, marvelous lock is biting," murmured Angel. But this passionate attack seemed to lift him over an invisible barrier. His true face showed and he bit hard into her neck.
The muscles in his back moved under her hands. Willow clasped herself to him as he poured his semen into her body.
After only minutes Angel roused himself and looked down on Willow. On his face a content smile appeared. Then he withdrew himself carefully from her and rolled to the side.
"I told you that I can open this special lock." Willow blushed.
"Indeed." He smiled and touched her soft flushed cheek.
" With some exercise it will become better and better."
"Will we practice much?"
"On that you can rely," he dug his fingers in her red hair and gave her a hard, brutal kiss. Content with herself Willow lay her head on his chest.
What she not could see was the cold look in Angel’s eyes as she fell asleep.
The End