Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here in. They belong to BVTS and it's creators Joss and WB. Don't hurt me for borrowing them. They needed to come out and play....
(thoughts in Italics)

Pine Valley: Night

She sat on the couch where he'd left her a few minutes ago, the pleased but predatory smile that had crossed his face when she had agreed to his terms had her worried, but she figured that she couldn't get in much trouble with wine and Angel. Yeah right, Willow.

Willow watched as Angel slowly walked back into the room. The redhead smiled trying to see what Angel had behind his back. She saw the bottle of wine and the two stem glasses he held, but whatever he had behind him he was hiding. He smiled warmly and settled into the cushions beside Willow and reached out to touch her cheek.

"Close your eyes Willow." Angel instructed softly. The hacker stared at him uncertainly for a moment. She had agreed to his request and now she would have to do as he asked. Angel watched as her eyes, closed. He smiled and set the box of chocolates on the table before them and opened them. He carefully picked one up and lifted it to her lips. Willow made a small startled sound and slowly opened her mouth to Angel's gentle nudging.

"Bite," he ordered gently. Willow's eyelids fluttered as she bit down and her mouth was flooded with liquid chocolate. She made a small sound of pleasure indicating that she liked the taste of the piece he'd picked. Angel leaned forward slightly. "Keep your eyes closed," he instructed as he noticed her lids flutter again. Angel leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. She gasped attempting to pull away, not sure what he was doing. "Trust me." came his soft entreaty. Angel brushed his tongue against her closed lips smiling at the shocked little sound that escaped Willow's mouth.

"Share it with me," he whispered. His mouth moving against hers tenderly. Willow gasped, How did he expect?.. her thoughts trailed off as he whispered against her lips. "Open for me," He whispered, "Invite me in, Willow." Willow trembled softly, but opened her mouth hesitantly to him. Angel pressed his mouth to hers, holding her in place, his fingers sliding against her neck. Willow moaned in pure shock as his tongue slid past her lips to draw on the piece of chocolate that she still sucked on. Angel thrust his tongue gently against hers tasting the chocolate and her.

She wasn't sure if he was kissing her, or something else entirely. All Willow was sure of, was that chocolate had never gone to her head like this. He leaned back after a moment of drawing out the "kiss" and released her. Willow stared at him, her eyes wide, shocked. Angel stared back at her, feeling suddenly ashamed of his less than honorable actions. He'd taken advantage of her. She smiled suddenly, reached for the glass of wine he'd poured, and took a sip. Bad vampire, very bad.

Willow slid off the couch and settled onto the startled vampire's lap. Two could play this game. He stared at her warily. The redhead smiled and leaned forward brushing a lock of his own dark hair off of his forehead. Willow picked up a piece of the chocolate and then catching his gaze she bit into it, putting on a very sensual show for the very surprised vampire. Then lifting the other half of the chocolate she pressed it to Angel's mouth.

The vampire opened his mouth slightly and began to suck on the chocolate softly. When it had nearly dissolved he began to suck on her fingers, swirling his tongue around her digits to clean the melted confection off of them. The sensation sent bolts of desire racing through the young hacker. Then Willow watched as he leaned closer pressing her mouth with his own.

Want more? he asked through the link.

Yes. came her response.

Angel opened his mouth but did nothing, he was offering Willow entrance but if she wanted it she would have to take it. Slowly her tongue timidly stroked against the chocolate and trying to avoid the intimacy of his tongue. Willow trembled as her tongue finally grazed against his. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the "kiss" continued. Willow started to draw away, only to have Angel's hands draw her back, kissing her deeply. He thrust his tongue against hers, she trembled, a soft moan escaping her throat as he continued, allowing her freedom after another moment.

Willow drew in a deep gasping breath of air and smiled again. She really would have to remind him about her need to breathe...later...much later. "Chocolate taste sweet," said the redhead as she leaned closer." but you taste better." She murmured pressing closer. Angel kissed her again, his tongue thrusting into Willows mouth in a gentle invasion. Willow trembled but continued to respond. Angel drew back to look into her eyes.

Willow? She stared at Angel, shocked by her own actions. Angel stared back at her uncomfortably aware of their closeness. Angel groaned as she pressed closer to him, looking at him.....

Reaching up Willow linked her arms around Angel's neck. What's wrong Angel? Cat got your tongue?

Oh gods. What had he started, Angel wondered, before his mind recovered from the shock of his desire for this woman. Willow clung to him, her torso and chest pressing to his. Her legs were wrapped easily around his waist, her hands slid around his neck and her bright eyes were trained on his face. He desperately wanted to be able to read those eyes, Angel had a feeling his sanity would depend on what he saw there.

Willow leaned forward and brought her mouth down on his neck, mimicking his actions when he'd bitten her, drawing her tongue slowly over his flesh before nipping at it playfully and drawing it into her mouth. She felt more than heard the groan that rumbled in his chest under her ministrations.

Angel's hands clamped into her hair holding her against him. He gasped out loud in shock and pleasure as her surprisingly sharp little teeth broke the skin on his neck. The vampire waited, caught somewhere between ecstasy and agony as her mouth drew on his flesh. He cried out hoarsely as those teeth cut deeply into his flesh. His hips thrust uncontrollably against hers as she began to draw on the small cut. Willow ground against him rocking her hips in counterpoint to his, she drew in a small sip of Angel's blood curiously. It didn't taste like blood she realized, surprised, it tasted... well she wasn't really sure what to make of it. Passion, Willow thought, as she felt one of his hands begin to pull the blouse she wore out of her jeans.

"Willow," he gasped in need. Angel's hips still rocking against hers making Willow's head light and her body coil with desire. The moment she swallowed the blood she felt warmth infuse her body. All too aware that this was something that when Angel came to his senses, he was going to regret, Willow drew even more deeply of the wound. The sensation making Angel's head spin and his already fierce desire, heat more still. He rocked against her even more forcefully, half expecting the sure friction to make him explode against her.

Unable to stand it anymore, Angel bore her down onto the cushions of the couch, her mouth still connected with his throat. Another temptation whispered to him when he found his eyes fastening on her jugular. Without a will of his own, he struck, his fangs sinking deeply into the flesh of her neck. She cried out against his throat. One of his hands slid between them, joined as they were, the need to touch, as well as taste, every inch of her silken flesh ate at Angel. He released her after a moment, more interested in the network of garments that kept them apart, than her blood.

Angel groaned as her tongue played lightly across the cuts on his neck before drawing away to look into the vampire's passion darkened gaze. He slid his hands lower, lifting her against him and pulling at the garments she wore. Too many clothes. he whispered through the link. Husky, affirmative laughter offered agreement and all the encouragement he needed.

She stared up at him, he leaned over her, most of his weight on his arms. She reached up and gliding her fingers along the buttons on his shirt, she slid them through the button holes easily. Watching as it slowly fell open. Angel's eyes locked with hers as her warm fingers slid over his cool flesh. Distracted from his own exploration, he leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss, her hand continued it's curious stroking of Angel's chest. Her fingertips slid over a male nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from Angel. He nuzzled her neck lightly, moaning softly as her fingers slid lower on his torso. His fingers slid up to cup her cheek.

"Willow?" She smiled hearing the uncertainty in his dark voice. She leaned up capturing his lips again. He kissed her back distracted by the slight movement of her body against his.

"What Angel?" the redhead husked softly.

"I want... " he whispered in an anguished voice.

"I know...what?" she whispered back. Sensing just how intense his desire was. It washed over her in waves, frightening on one level and intensely arousing on another.

"If it's mine to give Angel, it's yours to take." Willow said reassuringly.

"I can't...afraid I'll lose myself." Angel whispered brokenly, his fear for her obvious in his tone. She smiled warmly at him. Lose yourself, isn't that what you're supposed to do?

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, his mouth drifting inexorably toward hers again. Willow waited, watching his lips, wanting the promise in them.

"You won't. You won't hurt me, you won't lose yourself Angel. I trust you." She whispered softly, soothingly. She pulled him down to her again, his mouth opened to caress hers. He caught her soft upper lip in his own laving it gently with his tongue.

"Willow?" Angel whispered her name again, as his long, muscular body moved against hers restlessly. The whispered question, a seeking of permission to take this past the hungry kisses to something deeper and even more erotic. The vampire didn't expect her to make love to him, didn't think for a moment that she would allow him that treasure.

The young woman smiled softly up at him, her green eyes bright. Please she sent through the link. He slowly slid a hand down her form, his fingers snaking into her blouse and pulling the material away from her body. She trembled as he leaned down and his lips captured the taut peak through the silky material of her bra.

"Angel," she moaned his name softly her hands clutching the silken shirt he wore before pushing it off his shoulders. He released her nipple reluctantly to shrug off the garment. He slid back quickly taking the other peak, and tugging on it gently. She arched against his form, her muscles going taut at the sensation. Her hand's sliding up to pull him closer.

Drawing in little gasping breaths, Willow moved restlessly under him, as he trailed wet kisses up her neck, nibbling teasingly on her jaw before claiming her lips again. He drew back a breath to look into her eyes again. Emerald green darkened by desire and need met his gaze. He smiled before leaning slightly to the side at her gentle non-verbal insistence, her lips found the place on his neck where she had feasted moments before, dragging another growl of desire from Angel. She smiled slightly against his flesh sliding her hands over him. Her hands pausing at the waist of his black leather pants. Her fingers moved over the belt buckle, sending shivers of pleasure through him as they brushed against his arousal.

"Willow," He groaned her name, his desire making his voice a dark velvet purr against her senses. She arched her form against him again brushing against his arousal slowly.

"Angel?" she whispered and then groaned as he began to kiss her neck again. He nipped at the flesh, his face shifting and his fangs drawing blood where ever they caught the tender flesh. He moved lower leaving a trail of wet kisses before latching on to the peak of one tingling breast. He nipped at her nipple hungrily making small sounds of intense pleasure. With surprising dexterity, he had her wrap around skirt unbuttoned and laid open, exposing her silky under things to his avid gaze. Willow gasped when she realized what he was going to do. She stiffened for a moment worried. He quieted her gently You'll like this. His hand slid between them downward pausing at the edge of her silken undergarments. He felt her stiffen again slightly, waiting. Angel could feel her holding her breath as she waited for him to continue. He slid his hand down further to caress her through her garments his fingers adding to the pleasure already running through her system. She keened softly, shocked at the sensation. He lifted his head, his mouth still latched on to her breast, to look into her eyes, holding her gaze, he silently asked if she wanted him to stop. He slid his fingers along her still clothed heat slowly, she moaned and rocked against his hand, he chuckled around his captive delighted in her honest hungry response.

His fingers moved again sliding under the garment that separated them. She drew in a sharp breath as his fingertips heated by her own skin caressed her naked flesh sending a shocking fission of arousal and hunger through her. He moved his fingers in perfect counterpoint pausing to gently flick at her. She arched against him, and Angel could sense her body readying itself for her release he pushed a single finger through her curls and into her moist depths drawing a startled breath, then she let out a high-pitched cry, as he bit suddenly into her breast drawing blood.

"Angel!" His only response to her cry was a low dark sound that wound itself into a strangely sensual purr as he continued to suckle and lick the small wounds he'd inflicted on her sensitive flesh. She lay beneath him trying to remember how to breath, caught in the storm of wild sensations his unique brand of foreplay roused within her. She lifted a hand and delicately stroked it against the back of his neck and through the dark curls, enjoying the intensified sound of his purring.

Soothed by her hand he raised his head, licking at the traces of blood that circled his mouth and looked at her passion glazed eyes. She gazed up at him as he stared down at her. She trembled slightly as he moved his hand lightly over her, his fingers drenched in her nectar. He was still in game face but his eyes were completely human. As his face began to shift back though, she noticed that his fangs remained prominent.

She moved slightly her thighs tightening against his. She realized with some shock that she liked the feel of his heavy form pressing her down into the couch. She moved her hands lightly up and down his back, tracing his shoulder blades and running down his spine. Brushing over the waist of his leather pants.

With a husky groan, Angel rested his head gently in the crook of her neck. She made a small sound of pleasure as his lips caressed her neck. "Are you alright?" he asked levering his body up so he could look in her eyes. She slid her arms back up around his neck and leaned up to kiss him.

"Yeah, I...I think so." she stuttered weakly. He is so beautiful. was all the young witch could think for a moment. He smiled seductively at her, and said, "Good." softly, then lowered his lean frame and captured her nipple in his mouth. He lathered his tongue wetly over her areola. She moaned softly finding the sensation intense and arousing. Her fingers slid up into his hair and arched her back, bringing her closer to Angel. He rocked against her, creating an incredible friction that aroused her desire yet again.

"Angel," she moaned softly as he continued to rock his hips into hers. The young redhead stared at her dark companion who raised his head from her breast, wanting to touch him as he was her, wanting to make him feel the same exquisite and wonderful sensations that were running through her system like wildfire. Willow moved her hands down along his sides sliding them into the back of the leather pants he still wore. The innocent simultaneously dug her nails lightly into Angel's lower back, and reaching up caught the ragged breath he released in her own mouth. His movements stilled and he stared down at her, studying her intently, as though searching for something. He seemed to find it, his mouth parted slightly before curving into a delicious smile. He leaned down and ran his tongue lightly over her lips.

"Tell me what you want?" he whispered as he settled against her again. Willow smiled mischievously at him and raised an eyebrow.

"You." She said her voice soft but sure. "just you, vampire, man, everything...you." She arched her back again and levering upward captured his mouth with her lips. She gasped inwardly at the ferocity, of his response, she realized belatedly that he was at the end of his considerable control with her, and the knowledge sent a surge of electric pleasure and excitement through her. She opened her mouth wider and gave herself over to the wild hunger in his kiss.

"As the lady wishes." That dark throaty voice whispered against her slightly swollen lips. Angel surged gently against her enjoying the sensations of desire, love, and happiness that ran through his system. Still part of him tried to hold back, the vampire was still half-afraid to take what she was offering him.

He lifted away from her and began to slide down her form. Angel smiled when he once more found himself on the floor before her. Taking a hold of her hand he drew Willow to her feet. The vampire smiled slightly at the look of confusion that marred the red head's pretty face.

I was thinking that maybe a bed with silky sheets went a little better with what I want to do to you, than that couch. Angel observed. The young hacker nodded her head and slowly allowed herself to be led up the stairs to his room.

The young girl stared at the doorway, suddenly nervous, Hey I am a virgin. I think I'm supposed to be nervous, jeez. Timidly she glanced away from the door and her gaze was drawn downward. Willow grinned softly, and continued staring at Angel's well defined posterior...Yes indeed. Angelus has a really nice ass. She giggled suddenly caught up in her naughty thoughts, and quickly covered her mouth trying to give Angel her best 'did I do that smile' as he turned and eyed her with some concern.

"Are you alright?" he questioned gently, drawing her back into his arms, "We don't have to do this little one, not unless it's what you truly want?" Now the giggle that had caught in her throat slipped free and spilled from her lips, all the while Angel watched her with growing concern.

"Angel, you know what? I think that your more nervous about this than I am and I've never done this before." She was laughing at the irony, not him, he realized after a moment. In truth it was humorous he should have been at ease this was unfamiliar ground for her not him, and yet she had met every challenge he lay before her boldly.

Angel looked back at the bed, and smiled when Willow slid her arms around him, pressing her cheek into his bare back, he could feel her breasts press against him. He turned after a moment, gently drawing her into his arms. He kissed her tenderly keeping it sweet and holding his raging hunger in control.

"I am nervous." he admitted huskily, "Yes, I have done this before, and yes some were virgins, but most of those I was Angelus. I don't want to hurt you and yes, I am nervous. I'm nervous, because I've never done this with *you*. Angelus enjoyed playing games Willow, especially with virgins. I don't want to play games with you..." the dark haired vampire continued as he stroked her fiery hair back from her face, then he added with a mischievous smile, "at least not those kind of games."

Willow giggled huskily at the lascivious look he was now not even trying to conceal.

Angel's hands slid gently down her back, kneading the muscles there. The redhead pressed closer, against him, then looked down at herself. She still wore her bra and the area over where he'd bitten her, was colored by blood. His eyes locked on the small pooling and he felt himself harden further.

Her eyes locked with his again, not sure where to go from here. He reached for her lifting her gently into his arms, I believe I did say something about silken sheets. He thought, smiling darkly at her, she shivered slightly in reaction. Angel laid her gently down on the mattress, urging her back, before capturing her lips anew. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling her legs part naturally to accept him. He settled easily into the space she had created their. She arched against him, and rocked slowly wanting the sensations that had so pleasured her earlier. He leaned forward kissing her tenderly. He slid his hand behind her slowly releasing the clasp on her bra. Drawing the material away from her flesh Angel placed a soft kiss on the tender flesh, gently lathing away the last of the blood with his tongue. She gasped arching against him. Angel chuckled darkly. He suckled gently, running his tongue around her taut nipple, as Willow tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him closer.

Pushing a hand gently lower he carefully pulled her silken undergarments down, along her long legs, and smiled when she made no move to cover herself but stretched sensually, smiling up at him. She pushed herself to a sitting position and reached for Angel. She ran her hands down his well defined torso and slowly grappled with the belt buckle. She pulled it free, her eyes widening slightly as she saw the full proof of his arousal straining against the material of his dark leather pants. Oh my. I forgot how big he was, how will we ever fit?

We'll fit Willow. Came the whispered response and even through the link she could feel his desire vibrating through. We'll fit perfectly, I promise. The sensual tone of that oath had her thrumming with her own pent up desires. As he stroked a hand gently through the silk of her hair, Willow continued removing his clothes. Pulling the snaps free she stared for a moment at his fully aroused flesh, awed.

"Do you see what you do to me, mo cridhe? You did this, without even trying. Just being around you..." he moaned at a loss for words. There were no words for the intensity of feeling this tiny redhead evoked in him. Instead he resorted to the link again, trying to show her without words just how she made him feel. This time there was no holding back, there was no shielding of emotions, there were no secrets. Everything he felt, everything he had ever felt, everything was there, coming through the link in an overwhelming symphony of emotions, thoughts, memories, and feelings.

The mixture of emotions that came through the link almost overcame Willow, as it was the intensity of the experience of knowing all that he had ever felt for her, had tears sparkling on the ends of her cinnamon colored lashes. She looked up at him through the shimmering veil, trying hard to compose herself, only to have the unguarded look in his eyes be her undoing. His intent gaze was filled with desire so intense, it made Willow feel as though it burned through her, and the love there made her want to hold and be held and to forget the ritual, the fae, everything; and concentrate solely on this.

"Angel," the young hacker whispered huskily, "I know you're going to think I'm a tease or that I'm trying to renege on our agreement or something....but could you just hold me for a little bit...I just need to...be held...and ...."

"Shhhhh....it's all right." and with that whispered response, Angel drew her soft, warm body against his own cold, hard one. Carefully pulling her down to the satin sheets, he murmured soothingly to her.

"Your patience is...amazing." Willow said wonderingly after a moment.

Raising up on his elbow, he gazed down at her, gently he brushed a tendril of her fiery hair from her cheek and said softly, "Not amazing...not really. I never want to hurt you Willow. Not in any way, and rushing you when you're not ready, would hurt you. Don't get me wrong..." he added with a wicked grin, "I don't have the stamina of Job, but where you're concerned I think I could come close." The grin slid from his face as he studied her verdant eyes thoughtfully, "I know there are still things you can't tell me about the ritual, but what you told me today is enough for now." Clasping her face with gentle intensity he whispered, "Gods, Willow. I thought he was going to take you away from me, that they had decided I wasn't worthy of protecting you...of...of loving you. Please Willow...don't...lie to me...if you're not sure..."

Quickly she stopped the words with her fingertips on his lips and whispered softly, "I'm sure...of everything that has to do with us at least." She added with a reassuring smile as she raised her arms to circle his neck, "Now...where were we."

The wicked grin returned in a flash and he replied in a thick Irish brogue, "I believe I was just about to collect my boon."

"Your boon..." Willow said innocently, "what boon?"

He smiled, and rose to a kneeling position beside her on the bed, holding her arms around his neck he pulled her to a sitting position before him. He still wore his pants, though they were unzipped and the movement caused his erection to spring free, Willow noticed it and swallowed heavily. Noticing where her eyes were and the tension returning to her slim form, Angel caught Willow's chin and gave her a reassuring smile before continuing his teasing. "I earned a boon for rescuing a damsel most fair from a wicked leprechaun, who stole her from the one who loves her most."

"Ah, and did you take the dastardly elf prisoner, sweet knight?" the redhead said giving him a winsome smile as she rose to her knees between his.

His Adam's apple bobbed and Angel's gaze turned feral as he stared down at the nude form of a goddess kneeling before him, it took a moment before he realized that she was waiting for his response and with a dark sensuality reminiscent of Angelus he whispered, "No prisoners, milady, and any who challenge me can expect no mercy, either."

After uttering those words, he gave her a smile that melted her insides, before sliding his hands down the arms that were still locked behind his neck and gliding them up into her hair, he pulled her forward and placed his lips on hers. At first it was a chaste kiss, very much like the boon kiss he claimed it to be. Then he parted his lips slightly and began to nibble on the corner of her mouth. When that didn't provoke the desired response, his tongue darted out to stroke along the crease of her lips.

The spark of energy that shot between them at that ephemeral contact caused Willow to gasp. That slight parting of her lips was all the invitation that the vampire needed. Angel slid his tongue through the gap of her slightly parted lips and stroked against the smooth barrier of her teeth. Coaxing her to open further, he slid his tongue along the sharp pearls of her teeth and with a soft moan she opened to him. With a soft possessive growl, he slid his tongue into the dark recesses of her mouth only to meet a dueling partner there. Their tongues thrust and parried, trying to get the upper hand, then he felt her bite down on his tongue slightly, not hard, just hard enough to break the sensitive skin and flood both their mouths with his blood.

Stunned he froze, and felt the soft, yet rough texture of her tongue glide over his and then suck it further into her mouth. As she continued to stroke his tongue with hers, she also continued to nurse on his tongue, making pleased sounds, and that suckling and those sounds were causing a definite reaction in his nether regions. Desire tempered with his love for this glorious creature surged through him like wild fire.

With a groan of desperation, he grasped her head more firmly and pulled her away, when he saw her face he had to close his eyes or take her right there without preamble.

"Angel, look at me," came the soft angelic voice that haunted his dreams nightly. Not trusting his voice, a swift shake of his head was the only response the vampire could give. "Angel?" that voice whispered again questioningly, and like a siren's song he couldn't resist, Angel opened his eyes...and gave an audible gulp.

Tousled auburn curls tumbled around bare shoulders the color of alabaster, a gamine face, with eyes so green they reminded him of his homeland peering out at him through cherry colored lashes and a coaxing smile dripping a trickle of blood from the corner, the vampire knew he was facing an opponent he had no hope or desire to defeat. Trailing his fingers through the blood at the edge of her mouth he caught her chin and drew it inexorably towards his own mouth. Willow's mouth fell open as she drew closer to Angel's own lips and when they touched she let him clean the blood from her lips but when it seemed that was all he intended to do she took matters into her own hands. Curling her tongue past his own parted lips the young witch rose on her knees and began to trace his tongue and teeth. Sucking, stroking, tasting, and exploring his mouth with a thoroughness that left the vampire stunned and panting with desire.

The suddenly aggressive ingenue, pulled away from the kiss only to trail a row of kisses along Angel's jaw line, down his throat, and along his collarbone and as she continued she leaned forward. The vampire stunned by the movement fell back to his elbows barely noticing the twinge of pain from over stretched muscles in his still kneeling legs.

As she traced down his chest with her tongue and then circled one of his flat male nipples with her tongue, Angel was helpless to prevent the guttural groan of pain and desire mixed that escaped him as his hips tried to surge up only to discover the position he was in wouldn't allow it without a stab of pain, that raced through his thighs. Ever attuned to him, Willow pulled back from her ministrations and moved to kneel next to his thighs. Carefully and with surprising strength she moved his trapped legs out from under him and then proceeded to pull his leather pants past his hips. As she pulled the pants past his legs, realization set in and she looked up with sensual curiosity to meet the golden eyes of her Western King.

"You're not wearing any underwear?" she asked with awe, the desire she felt giving her voice a surprising huskiness. She finished pulling the leather past his feet and dropped them to the floor, with a thump.

His stuttered reply of, "No...I didn't...I haven't...you haven't..." was cut off with a growl as she traced her fingers up his hair roughened thigh as she crawled back up to kneel by his chest. She placed her ear over his stomach as he growled and the growl deepened and intensified as her hair trailed over his lower abdomen and groin. The tendrils weaving through his own hair and around his erection, the silky friction was causing him to begin to pant again, as he fought desperately for control. When the growling stopped Willow raised her head slightly to look into the eyes of her soon to be lover and whispered softly, knowingly, "Your tummy's growling...are you hungry, Angel?"

His dark head fell back with a moan as the images that not-so-innocent question brought to mind, overwhelmed him. "I'm hungry, starving actually, and I intend to have a feast...a smorgasbord. Care to join me? Of course its probably not polite to ask that of the main course, is it?" With that, Willow lowered her head again and traced the arrow of hair that started just at Angel's belly button and trailed down to the jutting proof of his desire.

Angel was trying to distract himself, by thinking of anything else but how limited his control was around this glorious redhead. Something he had taken for granted for nearly a century, his iron clad control, now deserted him as he heard her husky and suggestive remarks, his eyes closed as he fiercely tried to concentrate on something, anything, but what Willow had planned. Then with a shocked scream, his back arched and his eyes flew open. Angel half raised himself so that he was only on one elbow, but found he couldn't move any further as he looked down and saw Willow's scarlet tresses trail around them both as her head bobbed up and down on the tip of his cock.

Then she began licking him as he watched, her eyes caught his and she hummed in the back of her throat as she carefully took him into her mouth again. This time carefully but steadily she took him deeper, until she had taken him as deeply as she could without gagging. Then congratulating herself on her ability to multi-task, Willow hummed and sucked at the same time, carefully stroking him with her hand at the same time, varying the strokes from firm to soft, fast and slow, just as she was varying her oral ministrations to her victim.

Angel felt something shudder through him then that he hadn't felt flow through his body in nearly two and a half centuries. Heat, sizzling heat, that fought with the chills that flowed through his body and had him moaning at that sensation as well. With a faint cry of surrender he fell back onto the cool, smooth comforter, only to discover this position seemed to increase the tremors that were running through him. Flinging his arm over his eyes as Willow continued, Angel began to pant again but this time instead of seeking control, he began pleading with his tormentor.

"Willow...please...mo cridhe..." followed by a soft hiss and a spasm of his body as she trailed her fingers across the soft sac that lay between his legs. Then she cupped that sac and a muffled scream and more uncontrollable movements across the bed's comforter. Willow continued to suck and stroke Angel's teeming erection as well as caress the silky soft skin of his ever tightening scrotum. Angel felt his orgasm coming and tried to warn her, his speech punctuated with cries of desire and need, "A god...ah...please...ah...mercy..."

No prisoners...no mercy...remember sweet, sweet knight. Then he felt her hand slide from his penis to the area just above it on his groin. The charge that penetrated his skin had him whimpering as it surged into his burgeoning erection. Keeping her hand and the stimulation it provided in place, Willow raised her flushed face and gazed at the man who was spread out before her, just like the feast she had claimed him to be. His hands were clasped in the comforter, his head thrown back, and his lips parted, he was naked, vulnerable, and trembling with desire before her. "Angel," she whispered softly, but sending an extra snap through the connection she had with him to make sure she had his attention, eyes opened and gazed at her. They were filled with desire and begging for release. "Angel," she repeated breathlessly, "what do you want?"

He continued to stare at her for a moment longer and then the fire seemed to ebb slightly from his gaze as he recognized the question she had asked, "You, witch, hacker, Summoner...you." Then with increasing desperation, "You, you, you, you, you...please Willow." Carefully she lowered her head to his erection again, and proceeded to decrease the intensity of the energy that she was sending through him as she increased her own oral ministrations to his erection. The relief he felt at the cessation of the electrical surge through his body was short-lived as her actions increased the heavy burning sensation in his groin and the tingling it had caused in his erection was now replaced with a tightening electrical firestorm. "Willow!" he cried in warning, instead of stopping her actions, she intensified them, with a silent command for him to Surrender!.

That command however only made him determined to resist and that only made her more determined to see him orgasm once again and this time she did not intend to be deterred or interrupted. Then the middle finger of the hand she was stroking his sack with, caressed the sensitive area of skin between his scrotum and his anus, a particularly sensitive spot for Angel. He couldn't help the scream that erupted from his throat, any more than he could stop the stream of fluid that erupted from his erection and into her waiting mouth and throat. The thick fluid continued to spurt into her mouth and she had a hard time for a few seconds trying to take all of it, but take it all she did.

When she finally raised her head, she saw him watching her and with a daring Willow was beginning to enjoy she licked her lips suggestively and said with pretend thoughtfulness, "A little salty, but very satisfying." As Willow made to rise from the bed though she let out a muffled shriek as the vampire grabbed her around the waist pulling her under him in one swift move, then his head swooped down to capture her lips. His tongue swept her mouth and as before the blend of his essence and the taste of her mouth was enough to arouse him again. After kissing her thoroughly and leaving her gasping for breath, Angel lifted his head slightly so that he could see the flushed face of his beloved.

In a throaty and sensual purr of sound he whispered, "Surely you didn't intend to leave the table, and go with only an appetizer. We have tasted...merely tasted of the delights of each other. I assure you, my sweet little glutton, when you sup with me, you should be prepared for a banquet."

Willow gasped and then giggled at the lascivious look he gave her, and then pulled him back down for a thorough if quick kiss, before curiosity made her push against his shoulders. Instantly, perhaps afraid that she had changed her mind, the vampire pushed himself up with his arms. Unfortunately for his state of mind, that brought the junctures of both their thighs into intimate and arousing contact. He closed his eyes with a hiss, as her heat seemed to melt around him. When he opened his eyes again it was to see hers widened with shock and wonder, and what she did next nearly short-circuited what parts of his brain were still functioning. Slowly but with deliberate intent her warm fingertips glided along his side, over the sensitive ridge of his hip, then across his lower abdomen, and closed around the rigid proof of his desire. He hissed again as she explored his length and her face blushed as she whispered, "I didn't think you could do that again."

Angel looked at her curiously, momentarily distracted from what she was doing by the odd statement. "What didn't you think I could do again, mo cridhe?"

Realizing what she had said aloud and what she was doing, the aggressive Willow quickly receded back into the shy one as she let go of his erection quickly and tried to pull her hand away as her face flushed a deep rose. Supporting himself on one arm, the vampire captured her hand with his free one and placed it back on his cock, and said softly, "Don't be shy now Willow...please. What did you mean?"

"I...um read on the Internet...and um...well I read books too...and they say that usually it takes a while after a man...um has an orgasm to...well get like this again." she stuttered giving his erection a gentle squeeze by way of demonstration.

Angel suppressed the urge to chuckle and asked softly, "What else did you learn on the Internet?"

"All sorts of things." Willow said proudly, forgetting her shyness in an instant as her mind switched to computers for an instant. "I learned about how to give a blow job, how to do it without getting pregnant, even if you don't have protection. What the different names for everything is, some of the stuff was kind of complicated though, and some of it looked kind of like it would hurt more than anything..." Then a thoughtful look came into her eyes as she absently caressed him, "The Internet doesn't have anything though about vampires and how they have sex though and Giles' kind of didn't want us to read those books and kept them locked up.' She blushed slightly and Angel was finding it harder to concentrate as she continued fondling him and talking, "I did read a little though before I got caught, but it didn't say anything about vampires being able to get hard so fast again. Of course how would they find out about that...without actually...you know doing it with a vampire."

This time Angel couldn't contain the chuckle that erupted more like a groan from his lips, caressing her face with his free hand, he rumbled softly, "Willow, vampires are different, just like people are different. Some are into the darker side of things I suppose, some are into dominance and submission, some like torture, a lot are bisexual, a few are monogamous, and even fewer were into the more tender feelings involved, but most are a combination. As for how I got so aroused again," he continued his voice suffused with passion, "you're how. I only have to look at you, taste you, or even just think about you and there it is. Trust me...it's never...I've never...not even as Angelus..." The vampire stammered to a stop, and his normal pallor pinkened somewhat, making Willow giggle softly. Releasing him she wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered thoughtfully, "I'm glad that I um...excite you."

"Excite...excite she says," he said with amused exasperation, staring at the heavens as if for divine intervention, "Willow you...you fill me up...every part of me that has been empty even back to the time I was a breather...every dark, empty place in me...now you're there." the smile faded from his face as he continued, staring at her with passionate intensity, "It's scary and wonderful and exciting and terrifying and beautiful, and I don't want it to ever go away. Because if it does...if it does and the darkness comes back...I think I'll lose my mind...my mind, my soul, everything."

Willow's heart swelled almost to bursting with the love she felt for this man, raising her hand she cupped the side of his face, and whispered his name through the link, as a sheen of tears filled her eyes. Guilt swelled in Angel as he saw those tears, and he felt his own unbeating heart fill with pain as he wiped away one of her tears with the pad of his thumb, he murmured painfully, "I didn't mean to make you cry, mo cridhe." He said as he started to pull away from her.

With an exasperated cry, Willow wrapped her legs around him, and the friction that caused had him moaning and he dropped his head to the crook of her neck with a gasp filled with raw desire. "These are happy tears silly. Gees, I thought someone as old as you would know the difference by now." The relieved if husky chuckle that he breathed into her neck, made Willow smile slightly and she released the hold her legs had on him, relaxing a little but still in a teasing mood. "...and while we're on the subject. Since you are older...and a um...bit more experienced shall we say? Maybe you'd like to um...start the next course?"

Removing his face from the crook of her neck, Angel met her gaze and the smile he had on his face was somehow a mix of beatific and devilish, a combination that Willow thought only Angel could pull off, and for an instant she wondered if she might have figured out where he got his name from. Until he spoke and then she wondered if he wasn't some naughty devil incarnate, come to seduce her to the dark side. "Ah yes milady, and I hope you will find me a very talented and creative chef." As he lowered his head once more to leave a trail of nipping kisses across her chin, down her throat and along her collarbone, Willow realized she didn't care if he was a naughty devil come to accept the sacrifice of her virgin flesh...just so long as he didn't stop.

His cheeks rubbed softly against the silky skin of her breasts, then he gently circled her breasts with his tongue, dampening them both and circling upward. The tingling sensation had her nipples hardening into erect little nubbins begging for attention, but he ignored them going from one to the other. Teasing along the edge of her areola with the tip of his tongue, Angel's hips held hers in place when she would have writhed under him. Without thinking she raised her hands between them and drew her nails down his chest, not hard, but the growl she received told her she had done something he liked.

The vampire met her eyes and held her gaze, as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, capturing the erect points between his teeth, her gasp of pained, pleasure made his erection throb with need. With care not to cause friction on the sensitive little projections, he closed his mouth around her breast and then sucked hard, causing his cheeks to balloon inward. Willow shrieked at the sudden fiery sensation that flowed like hot lava from the area where Angel was concentrating to the juncture of her thighs. He gave the other breast similar treatment, still holding her gaze he raised his head. For a split second of disappointment she thought he was finished, until he gave her a wicked smile and began sliding down her body, planting nipping kisses along the flat planes of her stomach.

As he nipped at the top of her curls, he suddenly had a thought and rising looked at her. Grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, he placed it against one of the four posts that made up the corner of the bed, then lifting her in his arms, he placed her back against the pillow, so that her legs trailed over the edge of the bed. With the pretense of carefully arranging her just so on the bed, Angel surreptitiously caressed his love, her breasts ached from his teasing touches and she felt a heavy, dampness in that soon to be not so secret place between her legs, and a fiery need in that tiny nubbin of nerves that lay at the crux of her thighs.

He could feel her need and desire flowing through the link, feeding his own, and freeing something dark and dangerous within him. He dropped to his knees before her, and cupping her cheek in one of his big hands, he whispered his warning in a husky tone, "Tell me to stop NOW mo cridhe. Tell me to leave, tell me you don't want this. Otherwise I won't stop, I will make love to you, over and over and over again. I will make you scream, and beg, and whimper. I will never be satisfied with just being your friend again and...and when we leave here and return to Sunnydale...everyone will know without a shadow of a doubt, when they see us, that I belong to you and you belong to me. If this is not what you want, tell me NOW, tell me to go away NOW."

Touching the hand that held her face with her fingertips, Willow said nothing for a minute. Remembering something he had said she whispered, "I claim you, you are mine, you belong to me." Seeing the light of recognition in his eyes she added, "I don't want you to leave now, I want you to make love to me now."

The kiss he gave her was tender and sweet, full of unspoken gratitude for the gift she was granting him. As it continued however it quickly escalated to one filled with passion and fire, until Angel was forcing her head back against the bedpost, her own fingers were locked in his dark, spiky hair. Willow moaned under him slightly and as the vampire tore his mouth away, to latch onto the side of her neck, the redhead gasped for breath. With a giggle as he latched onto a particularly ticklish spot, "We have got to work on this not breathing thing, Angel..." her words were cut off with a moan as he nibbled on the sensitive spot behind her ear, "later...much later."

He chuckled and realized that he had never laughed while making love to someone. Oh it was true, he thought as he worked his way down, to Willow's mauve tipped breasts that Angelus had laughed usually when he was using someone roughly for his own sexual gratification, but Angel had never laughed. He found the sensation of it, immensely freeing, although he had a feeling that at least part of that sensation was due to who exactly he was making love to. As he latched onto Willow's nipple and began suckling, kneading and teasing her breasts, the vampire enjoyed the sweet sounds that were emanating from his ionmhuin.

Her hands were still clinched in his hair, and occasionally if the feelings became too much for his little goddess, she would tug on his short locks. Angel didn't mind the pain. On the one hand, he was still a vampire, and like all of his kind, he enjoyed some pain, and secondly it helped draw his attention back from falling over the edge and possibly hurting Willow in the process. Angel continued manipulating her breasts as his lips traveled lower, his palms kneaded her breasts as his thumbs flicked across the erect crests. She whimpered, slightly as his hands slid away from her breasts and down to her hips. He had traced her ribs, her stomach muscles, and then her navel, with his tongue and lips. Instinctively as his head dipped lower, Willow tried to close her thighs, Angel only rested his head on her creamy thigh and whispered softly, pleadingly, "Please Willow?" The redhead couldn't resist that tone of voice and slowly parted her thighs again.

Sliding his hands from her hips, across the tops of her thighs, and into her inner thighs. Tenderly he traced his fingertips through the auburn curls nestled there and felt the moisture and heat there and gave a soft growl of satisfaction. Using his thumbs, he parted her nether lips, searching for the musky scent of arousal that was driving him wild. There coming from her channel were pearly drops of moisture, quickly his tongue darted out to play across the vulnerable inner lips of her womanhood, and lap up that evidence of her arousal. Willow shrieked softly and she tugged harder on his hair, forgetting for a moment that she had the silky spikes clenched in her fists. Sliding his hands around to her buttocks, Angel clasped them firmly. Letting her know without speaking that no matter how much she pleaded or begged she was now at his mercy, and there would be no escape from the intimate tortures he had in store for her.

Willow tried but couldn't tear her gaze away from the primitive beauty of that dark head at the apex of her thighs. As she watched a flush suffused her body, followed by chills, followed by fine trembling, now she was the one panting for breath. Angel slowly circled the tiny bundle of nerves that was already throbbing for his touch. The vampire caught the nubbin between his teeth gently and then closed his lips around it, with a deceptive gentleness he tugged on the clit with his teeth, Willow gave a hissing cry and tried to raise her hips to force her into more intimate contact with his mouth. Angel only clasped her buttocks more firmly, preventing her from seeking relief from the torture. Gently...too gently to relieve the pressure that demanded escape, the vampire sucked her clit between his teeth. Sucking softly, he continued to worry the bundle of nerves with his teeth, the twin sensations had her head rolling back on her shoulders and her thwarted movements became more desperate as she began moaning uncontrollably.

The young witch nearly screamed aloud in frustration as Angel stopped his teasing of her clit and went back to cleansing her inner lips of the new honey that had been released because of his teasing of her. The whimper she couldn't hold back had him raising his eyes to meet hers, as soon as their gazes met, he plunged his tongue deep into her virginal hollow and Willow did scream. Watching Angel perform this seductive violation of her most intimate area was highly erotic and he knew it, and was taking advantage of it. As the vampire drew his tongue from her sheath he rubbed it along the ridged surface of her canal and found the spot he was looking for as she shrieked and a flood of the fluid he was seeking poured from the opening. Instead of lapping at the liquid treasure as he had before, Angel released her with one of his hands while trying to use his vampiric strength to hold her in place with only the one hand. Carefully as he trailed his fingers through her secretions, painting her with his fingertips, decorating her thighs, curls, and inner lips with her own juices, and when one of his fingers slid along her slit but stopped short of the tiny rosebud of her anus, Willow was thrilled and appalled at the fiery feeling the intimacy evoked.

The gasp she let loose and the desperate wiggling of her buttocks against the comforter were signs Angel had been looking for and with a sudden lunge he latched onto the small erect organ at the crux of her thighs and sucked hard. The scream that Willow was unable to hold back was hoarse and desperate, the shock had her releasing her death grip on the vampire's hair and grabbing fistfuls of the comforter. Her hips squirmed against the restraint that Angel placed on them as he continued the hard sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves. Willow began to feel sparks of energy flow through her body and realized she was about to come, even as she did though, Angel released her now swollen clit and trailed his fingers through the fresh pool of her honey that was dripping from her canal. Then the longest of those fingers, slid into her warm moist sheath, with a whimper Willow tried to raise her hips instinctively to meet the intruders thrust, but Angel continued to hold her in place. He couldn't restrain the greedy clinching of her vaginal walls around his finger though, as it tried to draw that digit further into her depths. He drew the finger from her grasping depths slowly and then just as slowly he plunged it back in, to Willow's accompanying groan. As he slowly withdrew his finger, Angel joined it with another and slowly, torturously slid the pair into her weeping channel, rotating the fingers as he drove them in to stretch her tight sheath, preparing her for what was to come.

He glanced up as he pulled back out, making sure to drag both fingers over her sweet spot, the rush of fluid flowed over his fingers and hand as she gave a gasping hiss. Her face was flushed, her head shaking back and forth and her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth was open and panting and as he watched, the tip of her tongue snaked out to moisten her lips. The tiny movements he was allowing her hips to make were erratic and desperate, he was torturing her and he knew it. She hadn't asked him to stop though, indeed she was enjoying his display of dominance if the feelings through the link were any indication, but he wanted more. Carefully extending his tongue he lightly traced it along her clit with quick feathery lightly thrusts, that barely touched her and were like the touch of a butterflies wing.

Her whimpers and squirming increased as he added a third finger to the two that were thrusting into her sheath, and the teasing of her clit continued. As he withdrew his fingers from the grasping channel, Willow gave a bereft cry followed by a guttural sigh of pleasure as the fingers were slowly inexorably plunged back into her. He spread his fingers lightly within her and her scream as it tore her maidenhead slightly was enough to make him glad they were alone in the house. He kept his fingers there as he increased the pressure slightly of his tongue stroking, flicking across her clit with an up and down motion.

Her hips tried to follow the motion uncontrollably, bobbing as best they could against his restraint. Then he only stroked up for a few seconds, so that her hips were slightly raised of the bed, desperately trying to seek an increase in the pressure she needed so badly. When her hips were straining against his hold and a few inches off the bed, he began flicking his tongue side to side across the swollen and erect little nubbin. Like a snake following a charmers flute, Willow's hips began rocking from side to side, the shudders and moans emanating from her body telling of her impending orgasm.

Angel slowed the strokes of his tongue until they were only tiny circles around the very tip of her clit. Her body was shaking from non-release by this time. Willow open your eyes and look at me. he ordered through the link. Green eyes snapped open and met brown and then lowered to what his tongue was doing and his fingers, a shuddering moan escaped her parted lips, and she tried to look away but couldn't . Who do you belong to Willow, who have you taken as mate?

"You, you Angel." she whispered breathlessly.

Good girl. he said as he ran the flat of his tongue across her clit. Her keening wail made him strangely even more aroused than he had ever been before as he went back to the light circling of her clit with his tongue. I told you I would show no mercy. I told you I would take no prisoners. I will only take your surrender, complete, unconditional, unguarded, uncontrollable surrender, sweet, sweet Willow. Do you surrender, ionmhuin?

"Yes, yes, yes! Please, Angel!" She cried, gazing down into those dark fathomless eyes as he continued to teasingly caress her swollen clit. Then he withdrew the fingers from her sheath and she whimpered at the loss, "Angel, I surrender, I'm begging you, make me come, over and over and over again!" she pleaded mindlessly

Whatever my lady wishes. came through the link as he released his hold on her hips finally, only to reach up with both hands to cup her breasts in his hands. He flicked his thumbs over the painfully erect peaks there as his tongue once more began flicking up and down against her engorged clit. Her now unrestrained hips surged up against his mouth seeking release, he then flicked back and forth and once more her hips followed his tongues movements. Her keening was becoming uncontrollable and her hands clasped over his wrists as he kneaded her breasts. As he closed his lips around her clit, he caught the rosy crest of her nipples in between his forefinger and middle finger and tugged on them.

The answering fire that surged through her, made a warm gush of fluid flow from her, but still she teetered on the brink. Then Angel sucked her clit into his mouth, his cool, rough tongue manipulated the tiny bundle of nerves, her breath hissed in through her teeth, and then was expelled with a scream as she felt the first convulsion of her release surge through her. She continued screaming as her orgasm continued to rip through her. Her back was arched, her hips bouncing desperately against his mouth as he continued his oral ministrations to carry her through the orgasm. "Angel!" she finally cried in desperation, as that tiny nubbin became over sensitized, even as the throes of her orgasm continued to spasm through her, she felt an empty ache within her that only Angel could fill.

Thanks to the link he instinctively knew what her cry meant and rose from his kneeling position beside the bed to stand between her legs. His cock huge and achingly erect, was dripping with pre-cum and as he looked at her, spread before him like a virgin sacrifice, his turgid erection spasmed in reaction and more of the clear fluid dribbled from its tip. With the last ounce of his willpower, Angel whispered huskily, "Willow...are you sure?" With a boldness that made the vampire groan in near agony, the ingenuous redhead, gently took his member in her hand and brought it to the entrance to that dripping virgin hollow. With a shaking hand Angel dipped his fingers into that canal and feeling the walls of her tunnel spasm around him in an aftershock of pleasure, nearly had him forgetting everything but his need. Dipping his fingers in again he withdrew some of her dripping moisture and rubbed it along his shaft, hissing as he did so, then without further warning, Angel surged into her and ripped through the last of her maidenhead.

Her sharp cry of pain brought him up short, and releasing her breasts he braced himself with his hands on either side of her body as he leaned over her, trembling with need. "Willow?" he queried softly, his iron will near the breaking point, his hips surged uncontrollably against her as he felt another aftershock flow through her. Then he felt her legs come up and wrap around his waist and as another aftershock caused her sheath to tighten around his shaft Angel moaned and plunged forward uncontrollably again, and the vampire was shocked as her hips came up to meet his. Quickly one of Angel's arms looped around Willow's waist, holding her in place, as he looked down to see where there curls melded, her auburn with his dark, and moaned out loud.

He pulled back and then surged back in to that exquisitely tight feminine hollow, Willow felt the firestorm that had never really had time to stop, begin to form again, with a whimper she pulled his head down to crush her lips to his. He felt her muscles begin to contract around him again and fought against the release he knew was coming, enjoying the sensation of torturing himself with the waiting. Then hearing her whimpers, turn into full throated cries as the tremors became a quaking around his erection, Angel let go and felt the cold, fire of his seed flow into Willow's pulsing canal, as a shout erupted from his throat. Even as he felt his own erection spasm with release though, he also felt the ache of growing hard again within her clutching channel. He gasped in surprise and pulling her with him, rolled so that she sat across his waist, their bodies still joined as they continued to shudder against each other.

Then as she started to rise to her knees above him, he took her hips in his hands and held her in place as he surged up into her. Green eyes widened in desire and surprise as he continued to hold her in place and surge up into her, wiggling his hips slightly as the aching turned into torturously exquisite pleasure. Then on an up stroke Angel held her in place as he wiggled his hips again, dragging his shaft slowly against the engorged nubbin as he slowly slid into her waiting chasm. He pulled back out, doing the same thing on the down stroke, feeling the pressure of his orgasm build, but holding back. Wanting to make Willow come once again before he found his own release. Her panting cries were making him crazy as he continued the slow torturous strokes, then he reached between them and touched her clit, clasping it gently between forefinger and thumb, he rolled it between his fingers and Willow screamed in release, Angel brought her down to meet the surge of his thighs as his erection spasmed releasing his cum into her grasping tunnel yet again.

Breathing heavily he drew her head down to his chest, as she continued to contract around him and he continued to spasm within her. Her own sighing gasps breathed across his chest. He felt her tremble against him and stretching out one of his hands grasped the top of the comforter and wrapped it around the two of them. As her breathing evened out Willow said wonderingly, "So if you don't usually get hard again so fast, does that mean you're doing it with me..." he could see her calculating in her head, "two...no three times is a good thing."

Turning to the side so that she was trapped between the confines of the comforter and his hard body, Angel raised up on an elbow and husked in a sensual voice. "Oh yes, ionmhuin. It's a very good thing, but something tells me this is only the beginning." Seeing her eyes widen in amazement, he chuckled darkly as he lowered his head to her lips. Brushing his own lips against her bruised ones, he whispered huskily, "Don't worry I do intend to let you sleep at least part of the night. But don't be too surprised if that sleep isn't disturbed on occasion by a very amorous vampire seeking his mate."

Willow gave a naughty giggle of her own as she stroked his cheek and whispered knowingly, "His soul mate?" She kissed his chin as he grinned down at her, he didn't see the slight darkening of her gaze. "Angel, no matter what happens, I want you to know that I do love you...and I always will."

Something in the tone of her voice made him look down sharply but she nuzzled her face into his chest and wrapped her arms around him and he convinced himself that the tone of voice was only a figment of his imagination, and said in a determined voice, "Nothing is going to happen Willow, we won't let it." He pulled her closer, resisting barely, the temptation to crush her to him. A few moments later her even breathing caused him to relax his grip slightly, but only slightly. He looked down at her, tendrils of her hair stuck to the side of her face, a face still flushed and damp from their exertions.

Softly he stroked his fingertips across her cheekbone, pulling damp wisps of hair from her face as he went. Angel settled his face into the palm of his hand as he continued to study her face. His cool fingers traced the arcs of her eyebrows, the straight graceful nose sprinkled with faint freckles, the warmth of her still rosy cheeks, the softness of her skin. Then he traced along the gentle slope where neck and shoulder joined, the smooth glide of her arm, and as he stroked his palm down that arm, the comforter trailed along with it. Dragged softly down her body to reveal a creamy, mauve tipped breast. As the rosy nipple was exposed to the slight chill of the room, the bud peaked and he felt his shaft throb back to aching life. With a groan of denial he pulled the comforter back up over his ionmhuin. He continued to study her sleeping form for a while longer, trying to will away his desire

Angel's Pine Valley:
He knew he should leave the bed, clean up, and maybe take a cold shower to try and get 'his raging hormones' as Willow would call them, under control, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to wash her scent, her essence, off of himself yet. Not moving, for fear of disturbing her and because he was just too damned comfortable to, Angel stayed where he was, and prayed not to a God he was convinced wouldn't listen to a demon anymore, but to Brigit, Dagda, and Lugh, deities his mother had taught him about.

Closing his eyes, Angel thought, <I will not believe that the ancient ones my sweet mother taught me about would give me the gift of this woman's love and then take it away again, all within a few weeks. But if that is what the future holds, if you think that my 80 years of atonement don't make up for the 150 years of Angelus' vile deeds, and my punishment is to lose her love...then so be it. Let me lose her love, but don't let the world lose her. You know what a good person she is, there are so few good people left in the world....if you have to take away the love between us...I will accept it....but don't take her away. Please, sweet Brigit, great Dagda, long-handed Lugh, I beg of you all, don't take her away.> He only realized he was crying when he opened his eyes again and for a panic stricken minute noticed blood on Willow's cheek. With a shuddery sob, Angel lowered his face and licked his blood tears from her face, as he quietly regained control of his emotions.

He knew they would have to leave soon to return to Sunnydale, it loomed in the near future, like the sword of Damocles dangling over their heads. He had realized that this might be the only night they had together, before all hell broke loose, and he intended to make it memorable for Willow. Something he hoped she would cherish for the rest of her life, that was part of the promise he'd given her in Gaelic, that and the fact that he would bathe them both in the blood of their enemies if anything happened to her. Sighing heavily, he raised his head and a smell hit him that he recognized instantly. A smell that had his, just under control desire, stirring to vivid and aching life, it was Willow...or more precisely, her blood. Worriedly, he carefully studied her face and neck for wounds, finding none he unwound himself from the comforter to study her body at length. There at the juncture of her thighs mixed with their mutual secretions were smears of blood from her maidenhead. The sight and smell of it was enough to pull him to his knees between her legs, his face morphed.

The vampire glanced up at his sleeping mate as he carefully pulled the comforter away from her recumbent form. At the sudden chill, her nipples tightened into nubbins of dusky rose and she squirmed slightly deeper into the comforter trying to seek the missing warmth. In her squirming a fresh spurt of the mixture of their essences and her blood was released along with a gust of scent that would have been almost undetectable to a human, but was overwhelming to the vampire's enhanced senses. As she finally settled down, her legs were spread slightly, one bent at an angle away from the other. So that the secrets of her nether region peaked from her cinnamon curls. Avoiding touching her with the stealth of his kind, Angel crawled up until his face was even with the source of the scent that had him aching. The scent that made him forget he had intended to let her sleep for a while before making love to her again.

With gentle care he began licking her clean, of the sticky mix of blood and cum, her thighs first and then the curls. A soft whisper of sound came from her lips as she moved again in her sleep. Spreading her legs slightly further apart, as she turned onto her back. Another spurt of the fluid flowed from her channel and Angel greedily began licking at it, still trying not to wake her, he growled softly as he lapped at the warm liquid. Then the trickle stopped, the vampire looked up, to see his beloved's lips parted slightly, her face flushed and although her breathing was a bit more rapid, he could tell by her heartbeat she was still asleep. As he continued to lick Willow clean, his ridged forehead rubbed and bumped against the still swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood. Her rapid breathing was becoming panting gasps, and when he was finished with the cleaning of her labia, he licked her clitoris. Carefully stroking around it and then across it, until he heard a slight groan come from his mate. Carefully closing his lips around the engorged organ he sucked hard and continued sucking until with a gasping cry Willow came awake just as she fell into an orgasm, her hips trying to surge away from and into that almost painful stimulation at the same time.

Ignoring as best he could the fluid that now soaked her curls and thighs, Angel looked up at her. His own aching erection dragged across the comforter as the vampire pulled himself up to his knees to look at her face. He knew that he was in game face and he knew that with a raging hard on and the face of a demon, his beloved could quite understandably run screaming from the room. Instead she gazed at him steadily, if drowsily, and whispered questioningly, "Angel?"

"I have never wanted a woman as much as you, mo cridhe, I have never loved a woman as much as you, and I never will again, but I am still a vampire and I need..." an uncontrollable shuddering went through him, and he closed his eyes, as the need to love her and the need for her blood warred within him. Opening those golden eyes to gaze down at her again he continued in a more guttural tone, "My body aches with wanting you, I'm hungry for you, but ..." He stopped once more, as another shudder wracked his body, and this time a pain filled moan escaped his lips. When he opened his eyes this time though, it was to find Willow also on her knees on the bed, and amazingly, a look of understanding was in her eyes.

"You need to love me as a vampire does?" she asked softly. His answering groan was response enough, "What do I need to do?" He met her eyes his filled with surprise and gratitude, then he replied huskily, "Give me permission, Willow.." When she would have opened her mouth he held up his hand and whispered, "It will be very rough, I can't stop it now, the taste of your blood has driven me too far....but if I hurt you....use your magic, do whatever it takes, defend yourself, hurt me. It's the only way to stop me once this starts."

She held out her hand and whispered her consent, and with a roar the vampire was across the bed. They both toppled to the floor, Willow never really saw him move, she just felt his body against hers, felt his mouth on her skin, his hands on her shoulders, then moving quickly and firmly out to her hands. Pulling them above her head on the carpet and holding her hands in place with one of his own. He rained hard kisses on her face, as she whispered his name, "Angel, Angel."

He was on top of her, his mouth and free hand everywhere, as she kissed whatever part of him came near her mouth. When his cold, wet mouth latched onto her breast she screamed in ecstasy. This was Angel, the one she had craved, wanted, desired and loved. For so long a secret, now she could show her love. Giving her wrists an extra squeeze he whispered through the link, <Don't move these.> His big, hard hands were relentless, moving down her sides, his thumb toying with her navel as his lips and tongue played with her breasts.

"Angel?" she whispered as his lips began moving down her belly. "Angel!" she cried as his mouth latched onto her clit and began worrying it between his teeth and then as he continued to suckle the tiny nubbin with his tongue and lips, he grazed it carefully with a fang. Releasing a flood of blood from the engorged crest and an incoherent scream from Willow as she exploded into orgasm. Willow arched her body against the carpet, as the vampire continued to draw from the tiny cut on the engorged organ at the crux of her thighs. Then he dipped lower and began to clean the evidence of her orgasm from her canal.

"Angel." Willow whispered huskily, and began to pull his hair as her body began to move under him again. He nipped at the inside of her thighs drawing tiny trickles of blood from the small wounds, and licking them clean. Then he grabbed her left leg and moved it up as he moved on top of her and entered her, so hard and big and she was still so tight that she tried to push him away. But her body closed around him, her free leg wrapping around his hips, as he pounded into her with hard, deep thrusts that pushed her across the carpet. She put her hands against the floor above her head to brace herself. Then Angel straightened her leg clasping her hips in his hands, he flipped her over as he continued thrusting into her. Willow was shocked to find herself on her knees, her arms above her on the carpet. With a guttural cry, Angel gripped her shoulder and pulled her upright in front of him, he cupped her breasts almost brutally as he slammed into the slick walls of her cavern.

His lips came to the juncture of shoulder and neck and began nipping there as he continued to ram into her forcefully. Her short little gasping cries came with each thrust, and he knew she was getting close as he felt her sheath clutch convulsively around him, sucking his shaft further into her. With a roar Angel sank his fangs into the vein that pulsed just below his mouth, letting the glorious nectar flow into him as he arched into her. Willow screamed loud and long as she orgasmed, her juices drenching his pounding cock. She heard him cry out against her throat, seeming to sink his fangs deeper into her shoulder, as he arched into her for a final blinding thrust, his body shuddering against her back. She clung to his arms, trembling, her body limp. She was certain that if Angel hadn't been holding her she would have fallen to the floor like a rag doll.

He continued to move within her, as he drew from her neck, not able even now to get enough of her. Willow's eyes widened, even as dark spots began forming on the edge of her vision. Weakly reaching behind her, she caressed the back of Angel's head, only to hear him give a growling purr. The spots seemed to grow larger until there was a halo around her vision, the jolt of adrenaline that sent through her system was enough to force the decision. Willow whispered, "Angel, it's time to let go now." His movements slowed and he made a low plaintive sound against her throat. Finally she felt him retract his fangs but he kept his mouth on her. Licking and sucking slightly on the wounds he had created there. The noise became a rumbling purr against her throat, as he continued to lap at the blood that welled from the wounds.

Stroking his arms weakly where they held her in place, she spluttered weakly, "Wow...so that's vampire stamina....wow. I wonder if this is where they got the idea for Viagra from?"

The soft-spoken words were enough to bring the vampire out of his blood induced haze. Pulling away from her neck he tried to turn her to face him forgetting for a moment that they were still joined. He groaned as a fiery pulse of desire surged to his groin once more, she hissed as overused tissues and muscles were stretched and pulled once more. At her hiss he froze, and the desire he felt received an ice bath of regret. Carefully lifting her, his shaft slid out easily, and he turned her to face him. Ignoring the trickle of blood that trailed down her shoulder and over her collarbone.

Her face was pale, drowsy verdant eyes were glassy as they gazed at him. "Wow." she whispered again, trying to raise her hand to touch his face. Catching her hand he drew it up to his lips, kissing the open palm passionately.

"I'm so sorry mo cridhe, I didn't mean to hurt you...I just..." Angel began.

"Lost control?" Willow provided softly and at his nod continued, "Angel that's what you're supposed to do when you make love...have sex...make...oh drat you know what I mean."

Angel gave her a smile that took her breath away and whispered, "Yes a graidhe, I know what you mean. Now," he said as he stood lifting her in his arms as he did so. "we have done too much for your first time. A warm soak in the tub will make you feel much better." The young witch was about to protest that she could walk, when she moved her lower limbs slightly and moaned at the soreness and rubbery feeling in them and realized that she probably couldn't walk. Angel held her in one arm and picking up one of the huge bath sheets flicked it out onto the carpeted floor near the tub. Spreading it with his toes, he knelt and placed her carefully on the warm fluffy towel, before retrieving another and covering her with it. Then he turned to the tub and turned the spigots until steamy streams of water began to come from the faucet. Walking back into the bedroom, he rummaged in the dresser until he managed to find a pair of silk boxers and two T-shirts, then going to the side of the bed he retrieved her silk panties. Then he retrieved his portable stereo and putting in a CD of soft romantic music, he carried it into the bathroom and after plugging it in he turned on the music.

Angel's eyes were drawn to Willow, with his new awareness of her and her powers, Angel was able to detect a glamour of power around her. Stepping to her side, he dropped the clothes to the floor, as he knelt and examined her. Her skin color was returning to it's peaches and cream hue while the wounds on her neck were closing and the blood faded into nothing. Sighing gratefully, he rose and went to search the cabinets, finding the bottle of bubble bath that Willow had used her first night here, her shampoo, her shower gel and her bath sponge, he put them all in an enamel basin and carried them back to the side of the tub, which was already half full. Instead of reading the instructions the vampire poured a fourth of the bottle into the tub. Then he capped it and after replacing it in the cabinet picked up her brush and comb, then he went to the cabinet and retrieved several more of the bath sheets and placed them on the warming rack. By this time the tub was three fourths of the way full and filling rapidly with mountains of bubbles. Angel turned off the water. He walked back to Willow's side and found her dozing comfortably in the growing warmth of the bathroom. Caressing her cheek he whispered her name softly. Eyelids lifted slightly and then closed again sleepily. With tender care he pulled the sheet back, lifted her into his arms, and carried her over to the tub before stepping down into the deep tub.

As he sank beneath the surface of the water, Willow awoke with a jerk and then a sigh of pleasure as the warm water soothed her aching muscles and tender tissues. Turning her so that she sat in his lap, and as he reclined against the back of the tub he pulled her along with him. Placing her head on his shoulder, reaching out he plucked the sponge and the shower gel from the basin. Letting the bottle of gel float in the warm water of the tub, Angel let the sponge soak up some of the warm water and then squeezed it out on Willow's shoulders. Then clasping her hands with his own, Angel spread her arms wide and placed a hand on either side of the tub. Then carefully trailed the sponge dripping the warm water along both arms. When he deemed her wet enough, Angel caught the floating bottle of shower gel and popping it open squeezed a generous amount of the soft soap out onto the sponge.

Then proceeded to bathe the little witch, massaging the soap into her skin with soothing strokes. Willow noticed however that when he came to her breasts and to the juncture of her thighs his touch was much more gentle as though he were instinctively aware of how sensitive those areas still were. Then he began to massage and soap her back and all thoughts left her head as a warm lassitude filled her limbs. Willow heard a clank of metal against metal and opened her eyes to see Angel filling the basin with the warm water to rinse her skin of the soap. She arched her body up in a cat-like stretch, as he began to pour the water over her, her bottom scooted away from him slightly with the movement. Angel refilled the basin and tenderly cupped the back of Willow's neck in his free hand, forcing her to tilt her head back, he poured the basin of water over her scarlet tresses, repeating the procedure twice more before they were dripping and thoroughly soaked.

Then still supporting her neck, he reached for the shampoo, flicking the lid open with his thumb, he squeezed a generous amount onto her scalp. Setting the shampoo aside he used his free hand to pull her back into his chest and then began to work the shampoo into her tresses, massaging her scalp, until she groaned with the wonderfully relaxing sensations. Grasping her buttocks he lifted her slightly away from him and tilted her head back so that her neck once more rested in the palm of his hand. Scooping up the basin he rinsed her hair carefully, avoiding letting the suds trail into her eyes.

When her hair had been thoroughly rinsed, he retrieved her brush and comb and with infinite patience began to remove the tangles from her hair and brush it into a shiny wet curtain of fire. Turning her so that she now faced him Angel retrieved one of the towels she had been lying on and fashioning it into a pillow, he laid her back against the far end of the tub. Then retrieving the sponge, he cleaned her legs and feet. When he was done bathing her he quickly saw to his own ebullitions. Before he caught her under the arms and stood, letting the water sheet off their bodies and back into the tub. Lifting her he held her against his bath-warmed body and sure-footedly stepped out of the tub and over to the warming rack.

He wrapped her in two of the bath sheets before sitting her on one of the vanity stools and returning to the tub to let the water out. Retrieving their clothes he grabbed one of the bath sheets and dried himself efficiently before quickly pulling on his own boxer shorts and T-shirt. Then he walked back over to where the redhead sat watching him with drowsy but avid attention. Standing her up he dried her thoroughly pulling the T-shirt over her head and laughing softly as the folds of cotton seemed to engulf her. Then he knelt before her and had her step into the legs of the scrap of silk and lace that served as her underwear. Unsteady hands caught his shoulders as he slid the garment up her legs. Looking up he caught her unguarded gaze and swallowed, there was warmth, acceptance, love and desire there.

Angel felt his blood pool heavily but ignored it as he lifted the tiny woman in his arms again and carried her into the bedroom. Placing her under the covers before crawling in behind her, he whispered, "Do you want to know the difference between making love and having sex, mo cridhe? Making love is what we just did, having sex is everything I've ever done before. That's the difference. I love you Willow."

"I love you too Angel." she murmured into his throat before falling asleep in his arms. Angel studied her slim form for a few minutes longer before joining her.

Sunnydale: Down below:

Spike moved slowly down the hall, the scent of Dru's arousal and the sound of running water drawing him to his rooms. He could already see her in his mind's eye, pale and perfect standing beside the tub, waiting to share her bath with him. The scent was heady and he already knew what would happen when he reached his chambers. He pushed open the door and smiled as warm gusts of scented air hit him in the face.

He hurried into the bathroom that was adjoined to their rooms. His eyes alight with anticipation as her towel-clad form came into view. Spike smiled, "Dru?"

She turned toward him, a small mischievous smile on her lips. Her hand reached forward and then she curled her wrist back in a small come hither gesture, which made the handsome vampire chuckle. He moved over to where she was standing and took in the bathtub full of steamy water and frothy bubbles. Her heady rose scent filled the air from the bath oil she had used in the tub, making him harden with need for his Dark Princess. Dru reached forward and gently clasped the edges of her lover's shirt and pulled it open, sending buttons flying around their room and clacking to the floor.

Spike leaned forward capturing her lips in a tender kiss; he dragged her closer, willing to forget the bath she'd drawn for other more earthy delights. She growled playfully stepping back and leading him into the bedroom. Drucilla glided her right hand up her left arm and along her clavicle seductively until it rested on the tied end of the towel she wore. Offering him a sexy smile she pulled the end and allowed the towel to fall.

Growling faintly the vampire reached for her, his mouth capturing hers heatedly. "If you two, are quite finished, I would like you both in the main room. We have plans to complete." Galan said as he stood in the door of their private chambers. Spike spun on his heel hissing in anger at the intruding vampire, which merely laughed in response and glanced leeringly at Drucilla. Galan, while being extremely arrogant, wasn't a fool. While the first fight between him and the other two Master vampires had been unexpected, he knew that the element of surprise wasn't the only reason they had managed to defeat him, and when he was so close to success he wasn't going to push his luck. Afterwards when he was in control, then he would make sure that these two knew who the real Master of their new world was.

As soon as he'd stepped out of the room, Spike gathered Dru to him and gently ushered her over to the dresser for her clothing. He watched as she pulled on seldom-used undergarments and then headed over to the closet to pull one of her subtly ethereal dresses from a hanger. As he pulled a shirt from another drawer to replace the one his precious plum had destroyed. Once dressed, Spike leaned over and placed a tender kiss on his princess' lips. She started humming under her breath, and followed her lover out of their rooms. He and Dru entered the main room quietly and waited to see what the blither Galan had to say. The Fae Vampire was standing in the center of the room, leaning over a group of papers, drawings that looked remarkably like a small open glen that apparently had many a tunnel leading to it.

"The altar must be erected tonight. We have to be ready for when she returns." Galan stated, his eyes dilated slightly as in his mind he saw the beautiful little Summoner begging for mercy. He chuckled under his breath. It would be a fine night indeed, when he had that bitch on her knees before him. He'd teach her to ruin his plans by bringing a non-player into the game. That vampire wasn't supposed to be here. Her soul had to bond with a human, and yet there she was trying to bend the rules. Vampires don't count honey. Galan thought sarcastically, They were once human but what made them human was lost.

Spike watched as a number of vampires began heading out. Spike and Dru went to follow only to be stopped by his dreaded voice. "Not you two. I have something special for you two, to do." The Fae Vampire said coldly, as the two younger vampires reluctantly walked toward him.

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