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Cordelia waited patiently for the hacker at the entrance to the store, she had been surprised by how quiet the young woman had been. She wanted to know what was bothering her. Was it Angel? Cordelia couldn't see how, but then from what she'd gleaned since Willow had woken, Angel had been hovering over her like a worried mother hen. Cordelia thought perhaps that could get very old. Plus she knew that the fact that Willow had missed an entire year of school most likely didn't sit well with the studious hacker she'd been.

"Willow what's wrong?" Cordelia asked.

"I...nothing, it's just strange." She admitted. So much had changed while she was asleep. "It's just been harder then I thought it would be. I mean I know everything will be fine, but it feels like I'm starting from nothing again." She said finally looking at Cordelia, and hoping she'd understand what she meant.

"Angel?" Cordelia asked.

"Not really, a little." Willow said hesitating. "I love him so much and I am absolutely scared to death that he's staying because he thinks he has to."

It was the hacker's one fear. She felt such a restlessness in him, and she thought it was because he didn't want to be with her. This afternoon just convinced her more. With a soft sigh, she smiled at Cordelia and, taking the brunette's hand, she leaned over and said. "I'll just have to remind him of why he loves me," Willow said giggling softly.

She began heading for the one store that Cordelia hadn't ever pictured Willow going into. The hacker headed toward the back, going for the lacy lingerie. She picked up a few pieces at random. A pair of peach lace panties. A matching bra. A long flowing silken night gown. She smiled at Cordelia as she caught the other woman's arm and dragged her toward another rack of garments.

She smiled, "I know not exactly the softer side of sears." The words were spoken in jest and Cordelia realized that all that time she'd been picking at Willow for her outside appearance, the hacker had been wearing under things like that. The very idea made her want to laugh.

"Who would have ever guessed that Willow would be into silk, satin and lace. I should have known," Cordelia said with a laugh. She started to go through the silken garments before her. She grinned as she held up a bra with a leopard print.

Willow shook her head, "Nope I draw the line at Leopard prints."

Cordelia laughed and walked over toward the counter of perfumes and bath oils. She smiled as she handed Willow a bottle of her favorite scent. Willow drew in a slow breath surprised at the spicy combination of vanilla and roses and other fragrances that tickled at her senses. She grabbed another bottle and handed it to Cordy who sniffed it delicately. She grinned, it was nice, spicy and sweet, just like the hacker. She nodded, it was perfect.

Willow disappeared into the dressing rooms at Cordelia's urging, trying on one of the long elegant night gowns that the store boasted in a deep burgundy colored silk. When she returned moments later Cordy headed toward the counter. Both girls set down there purchases and Willow handed the cashier the credit card and paid for the items.

Angel looked out the window carefully avoiding the sun, he watched as Cordelia's car pulled away from the drive. He glanced back over his shoulder, he had a lot of work to do and only a few short hours to do it in. He grinned, the hardest part had already been taken care of. He walked over toward the large linen closet in the hallway. He'd bought this house because he loved the fact that it had a wide array of small crawl spaces and secret rooms. He had found places to hide all the things he had needed to make tonight happen.

It had taken him nearly the entire time since Willow had woken to gather everything he wanted for tonight, because he'd barely been away from her side since she'd awakened. He smiled dreamily to himself remembering waking the first night he'd had her all to himself here, the feel of her arms nestled around his waist, her soft breath against his chest, her dreamy thoughts against his mind. How he'd missed the sensation of her mind on his.

He'd nearly forgotten how complete that made him feel, and having the sensation back was incredible, nearly overwhelming. He pulled out a large cardboard box, and headed up the stairs leaving the door open. He moved quickly down the hall toward one of the many large rooms. He stepped through the door and smiled. Taking the drapings from with in the cardboard he slowly began to drape the huge four poster bed in a gauzy canopy.

Once finished he moved back toward the box and began to pull candle holders from within. He moved around the room and placed candles on the mantel above the fire place, along the bay window, and on the night stand. He grinned softly. Two candelabras sat on either side of the mantel above the fire place. Another one on the end table on the right side and smaller holders along every surface he deemed safe.

He moved back toward the box, pulling from it a handful of white tapers. He walked around the room unwrapping the candles and allowing the sticky plastic to fall to the floor as he filled each candle holder, and returned to the box to do the same thing till all the holders boasted white tapers.

He smiled already seeing what the room would look like with all the candles lit. He walked over to the large bay window and sighed, wishing he could pull open the shades but he didn't have the amulet charged and was above using it for frivolous things even if it would make this easier. He glanced at the small door that led off to the right side of the room. It connected the main bedroom to another smaller room, that most likely had once been a nursery. The doorway in the center of the hall lead out onto a balcony that ran the length of that side of the house, a large wall separating it into three sections.

He smiled. Willow used the small room at the end of the walk way for her rituals, which was fine with Angel. There was another entrance from the study down the hall from the master bedroom. So it wasn't as though you had to walk through their room to enter the other one.

Looking at the room he grinned at his handy work. He walked over to the fire place and slowly began to build a fire within. Once he had a cheery blaze burning in it, he looked back at the room. Glancing at the watch he wore Angel smiled. They would be back soon. He walked downstairs heading for the kitchen. He figured they would eat at the mall.

Looking up at the clock on the wall to check the time for the tenth time in as many minutes, Angel sighed. He'd sent her and Cordelia out and now he was getting all antsy waiting for her to return. It had gotten dark not that long ago but he'd told Cordelia dusk, and, though he knew nothing was wrong, his mind was making him worry. He feared for the first time that his action had upset her.

<Ready or not here we come,> sounded in Angel's head. The grin that spread across Angel's lips was pure mischief. He hurried up the stairs and slowly began to light the candles around the room. He smiled at his handy work, he couldn't wait to see her face.

He glanced toward the darkened windows and smiled, <Willow?>

<Here beloved.> He heard the car drive away and realized that Cordy had figured she'd kept them apart long enough. He heard the front door open. The sound of bags being set down.

"Angel?" She called from downstairs.

"Up here," he called back waiting as he heard her climb the stairs. He had to wait only moments before he heard her breath catch. Angel stood in the center of their room. Her breathing stopped, trapped in her chest. The room looked like something out of her wildest fantasies. The bed had been draped with gauzy wisps of clothe. The room was filled with flickering candles which cast her mate in a golden glow. Angel looked like he'd stepped off the cover of one of the romance novels she used to read.

His hair in sexy disarray. His shirt open revealing his impressively muscled chest, his black leather pants unbuttoned and hanging open granting her an enticing view of his abs.

He stalked slowly toward her, a Cheshire cat grin crossing his lips. <I love you,> was the last coherent thing she heard or felt. The moment his hands touched her it was like lightening. Her senses over flowed with every erotic, incredible sexy, loving thing he wanted to do to her, with her. Just the touch of his hands on her shoulders as he pulled her near, had heat pooling deep inside, her skin flushing with anticipation. Angel smiled darkly down at her. He could sense her arousal, smell it on the air, musky and sweet. He growled unable to stop the sound from issuing from his chest.

He lifted a hand to cup her cheek, he wanted to take this slow, to love her gently. To remind her of the how very much he loved her. She lifted her hand and captured his. Drawing it to her lips, she brushed a soft kiss across the sensitive flesh between thumb and forefinger.

"Angel," she whimpered softly. He leaned down and slowly captured her lips in a tender kiss. His hands sliding down her shoulders and around her back. She sighed against his lips before her mind was bombarded with images, every hot passionate, glorious thing he wanted to do to her on those sheets shifted through her mind, rearranging her perception and igniting her desire. Angel held her close, their kiss reacquainting them with the contours of each others lips. Willow moaned softly as heat washed through her. Her mind clouded, and her awareness shifted to the man holding her as everything faded, leaving her world narrowed to his cool lips and questing tongue. To hands that clutched her tightly against him. She was aware of everything about him the feel of his flesh beneath fingers that had found their way into his shirt, the way his muscles bunched in response to her touch.

"Willow," He moaned, as her lips moved wetly away from his following the contours of jaw, and chin before moving over his arching neck. She nuzzled against the taunt flesh there allowing her teeth to graze over his skin, before moving over slightly to one side and biting down. Angel growled under her touch, drawing a smile from Willow, pleased that she remember how to make him crazy. Angel's hands had moved up to bury themselves in her long hair, and Willow continued to kiss lower, she laved his navel with her tongue after anointing the defined muscles of Angel's stomach.

Angel was beside himself with want, making those dark moaning noises that he could do nothing about each time her soft lips connected with his skin. Angel felt like he was going to burn up at any moment, embers to sudden intense flame. He was the one who was supposed to do the seducing, but already she had him ready to beg. Her lips moved lower drawing a startled groan from the vampire. Her lips brushed lower as she nuzzled her nose against the flesh of his lower stomach causing the vampires entire body to stiffen in response.

"Willow," He cried out as she nipped lightly at the flesh there. His hands buried themselves suddenly into the burning locks at the nap of her neck dragging her almost brutally back up to meet his lips in a hungry kiss. Angel growled as he devoured her lips with his own. He tumbled them together on the bed, the room and all his plans forgotten for the moment. He wanted nothing more then to lose himself in her. She drew back to catch her breath and Angel contented himself with brushing hungry kisses along her throat, nuzzling against flesh that had once bore his mark.

She sighed against his skin, wrapping her hands in his hair, drawing his mouth back to the spot on her neck. She wanted him to drink from her, wanted to feel his fangs pierce the skin there again. Angel's lips brushed over the spot once more, his mouth taking more of her skin into his mouth. She cried out, arching against him as he bit into her suddenly, her nails digging into his skin as he drank greedily of a nectar he hadn't indulged in for over a year. Her blood hadn't changed at all, surprisingly still that enticing combination of passion power, and love. Gods how he loved her. He held her tightly slowly cleaning the small wounds before nuzzling lower, his mouth moving down then trailing back to the marks before finding her lips again.

She gasped under his lips as their tongues played wildly. She moved restlessly as she attempted to get even closer to him, her fingers tangling in his hair, her hips grinding up against his. Angel pulled back from her suddenly settling himself on her hips, holding most of his weight on his knees and he startled her. He grinned darkly down at her flushed face as he reached forward and ran his hand lightly over the row of buttons on her blouse. It was new, something she must have picked up while she was out. It clung to her curves without giving everything away, just hinting at the fullness of breast and the slenderness of her waist. He sighed as he slowly began to unbutton the shirt, though he wanted to simply tear if from her form.

She was panting softly below him her eyes watching his movements as he slowly grasped each small button and released it from the fabric, slowly parting the material as he went. Every so often he would lean forward to brush his lips lightly over the flesh he uncovered. He smiled as he peeled back fabric to reveal her breast encased in peach lace, her nipples stood turgid against the fabric and Angel, unable to resist, leaned down. He looked up into her eyes, panting a single cool breath over her warm flesh as their eyes locked just before he captured her nipple between his lips, and suckled it harshly into his mouth. She cried out her hips bucking in response to his touch, the lacy fabric changed the sensation in a way she hadn't been prepared for, adding a roughness to the touch that set her flesh a fire.

Angel continued to lave at her breast, alternating between wet brushes of his tongue and suckling her nipple into his mouth. She moaned as his lips continued to play over her flesh and his hands slid between them to pull her shirt the rest of the way open. She arched against him again, her skirt bunched up around her waist, she sighed softly as his lips moved lower to lave over the soft flesh of her stomach, before scrapping his teeth carefully over her abdomen.

He growled as he heard her moan once more and the scent of her skin aroused him further, slipping his hand down between the folds of the skirt. His hand slid beneath the waist band to slip slowly beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, he groaned softly as his finger moved over soft curls before slipping lower to sink into scalding heat. He moaned already anticipating her tight heat wrapped around him. Her hips arched in reaction to his touch, she moaned softly, her hands reaching to caress his shoulders. She sighed, her hips moving to the slow rhythm his fingers had set. Her hands slipped over his cool skin, Angel drew back from her slowly his hand slipping from the hot dampness he found between her thighs, to slowly remove her skirt. He smiled when the material gave way and he caught sight of the peach lace of a matching pair of panties, he loved her taste in lingerie, sexy and sweet all at once. He caught her gaze with his own again slowly crawling up her form to capture her lips anew.

Willow met his lips with an opened mouth kiss of her own, her tongue snaking out to explore and claim Angel's mouth with her own. She groaned as she brushed her tongue over one elongated fang, and allowed it to bite into her skin. Flooding Angel's mouth with her blood. She sighed as the vampire automatically began to nurse from the small wound. They lay together like that for a long moment neither moving until the need to breath forced Willow to drew her head away from her lover's. She lay her head down on the pillow gasping for breath as Angel lowered his head and began to nibble lightly on her neck before moving toward her ear-lobe and taking it between his lips washed it gently with his tongue. With a sigh she wrapped her arms around him, her hands sliding down to push at the material that kept them apart.

Angel growled as her fingers gave up trying to move the leather and instead slid beneath it. Her fingers moved slowly around to the front and Angel held himself slightly away from her form, allowing her hand room to slowly encircle his aching shaft. He growled as her hot hand circled his shaft, his hips arching forward of there own accord.

"Willow," he gasped her name, his hips rocking to the slow glide of her fingers from base to tip. She smiled leaning up to press a kiss to the side of his mouth. She liked the little panting sounds he was making as her fingers grew quicker her grip tightening slightly. Angel growled capturing her hands in his own and drawing them up to pin them above her head on the bed. He grinned down at her, loving the sight of her beneath him.

"Angel," she sighed, her eyes begged him to stop the torture, her mind begged him to remove that which separated them.

"What do you want?" He asked her, his eyes gone dark with passion and hunger.

"You," she said her voice a dark husky mirror of his gaze. Angel groaned when she intentionally allowed him to see what she wanted him to do to her, every hot passionate thing that had crossed his mind, mirrored in her thoughts.

"Are you sure?" He asked, still wanting to be sure that this was really what she wanted. His uncertainty drew a laugh from her at last.

"Angel, I love you, that's not gonna change. I wanna be with you, that's not gonna change. And I love the way you love me, and that's not gonna change. I love the way you make me feel the way. Just having you look at me, makes me hot. The way your eyes can linger and feel like a physical caress. The way you tease and even the way it feels when you lose control when you bite," she said. Her eyes bright, she pushed him back onto the bed so that he was kneeling between her thighs.

Her hands went to the shirt he wore, and she grasped both sides of it and smiled darkly as her quick sure movements tore the fabric and it slid without resistance from his shoulders leaving his chest bare. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest and slowly dragged her tongue out to taste the skin there.

"I love the way you taste," she whispered against his skin. "I love the way you feel." She moaned softly as he captured her face between his hands and drew her lips back to his own. They kissed again, hungrily. His tongue delving between her lips before licking at the roof of her mouth. She moaned, forgetting in the hazy passion of his touch what she had wanted for a moment, her hips rocked against the vampire's and Angel growled. The clothes were in the way. Even through the leather, he could feel her scalding heat and he wanted her against him with nothing separating them.

She drew back after a moment, her hands pushing once more at the leather that she couldn't seem to get to move. Angel drew himself back from her to stand at the end off the bed. He locked his gaze on her and slowly began to peel the leather away from his skin. She watched, her cheeks flushed as he kicked off the last of his clothing. She grinned softly. Angel hadn't worn any underwear.

Angel settled back onto the bed, kneeling between her parted thighs his eyes locked with hers once more as he urged her back onto the mattress. She gasped as his mouth connected with her breast again, as his hand slide over her skin, awaking tiny fires everywhere they touched, everywhere his cool skin rubbed against her heated flesh. The contrast between them only heightening her desire for the vampire. Willow's hands slid down his back over his buttocks her fingers curling, drawing him closer her hips arching up against him.

She could feel the throbbing length of him pressing insistently against her warmth. She wanted him inside her now, there would be time for teasing later. She gasped as she was lifted slightly Angel shifting slightly to lever them both so he could reach the clasp of the bra she wore. She gasped as the wet fabric was pulled away from her hypersensitive skin. Her nipples pebbled even further as air rushed over them. She gasped, her head turning for the first time, remembering the fact that the room was lit with more candles then she could remember seeing. They had burnt down further then she would have thought.

She gasped as a sudden crash of thundered alerted them both that they had been lost in each other and completely missed the show mother nature was putting on outside. With a sigh of pleasure Angel captured her bare nipple between his lips before laving it with the tip of his tongue.

"I love you," he whispered as he switched to the other breast treating it to much the same caress. Willow moaned and arched against him. The vampire slipped his hand down her form, already anticipating the taste of her on his tongue.

She arched and moaned as he slowly kissed down her form, his mouth lingering over her stomach before his hands snagged the edge of her panties and slowly drew them down her legs. He chucked them away from the bed, and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her mound, making the hacker arch. He smiled darkly, his fingers dancing lightly over the skin there without parting her folds.

She moaned and arched again, "Angel please," she begged softly needing him to touch her, needing him inside her.

Angel moaned softly, the sound of her plea setting him even closer to the edge, he lifted his hand and slowly parted her silken heat. Slipping a finger gently into her heated depth, his thumb brushing against her clit. Willow gasped softly her hips arching up into Angel's touch. Angel leaned down and captured her clit between his lips, his tongue lashing the sensitive organ. She stiffened against him, her inner muscles tightening around his finger.

"Angel?!?"

"Soon," he promised against her soft flesh, his tongue lapping at the sweet wetness that had gathered there beneath his talented touch. Her hips arched again and a small moan escaped her lips as Angel laved at her silken heat with his tongue.

"Angel," She screamed his name as her body tightened and shivered in release. Her hands clutched at his hair as she panted for breath staring down at him as he rested his head against her pale thigh.

He smiled darkly at her, before pressing a parting kiss to her silken flesh, he moved slowly up her form, allowing their flesh to brush. She moaned softly, her lips parted slightly, her eyes closed.

"Look at me." He husked his voice a black velvet brush against her senses. She wrapped her arms around the vampire whimpering as he thrust against her, his hips rocking, her heat scolding him.

"Gods I love you." he whispered against her lips. She smiled softly her eyes going all soft and warm with love, and desire, "I love you too," She whispered back, pressing a kiss to his lips. She trailed her hands down the strong planes of his back her nails digging into his back, as his lips played over hers hungrily. She moaned softly her breath brushing over his lips as she drew back to cry out in pleasure as he made them one.

Willow arched against the vampire her gasps of breath whispering past her lips as they moved together in a perfect dance, their passion building to a blinding crescendo, her eyes closed as her body began to grow tense, with pleasure. Behind closed lids she began to lose herself in the warmth of Angel's mind, in the passion she found there.

Her cries echoed through the vampire's mind, heightening his own pleasure and as his reached the edge he grasped onto her more tightly determined to take her with him. She screamed as she fell with him, wrapped in the warmth and safety of his mind. She lay beneath the vampire slowly returning to her senses, her eyes wide with passion and memories.

Being with Angel again, like this brought back so many memories. So many moments, touches and pleasures that she hadn't known in so long. He held himself above her his form a pleasant weight that held her against the mattress. She loved the feeling of him, still one with her, his cool form a blanket of velvet strength holding her. She sighed, softly and Angel's eyes came up to look into hers with concern.

"Am I too heavy?" He asked nuzzling her neck where he'd left his mark, swiping his tongue over the small pooling of blood there.

"No I like,"

"I didn't mean for this to be so..." he trailed off not sure what he was really apologizing for, how he'd taken her, or how quickly their passion had spent, or how much he wanted to love her again his body already hard, deep with in hers.

"It's okay Angel I liked it like this." She assured the handsome vampire lifting her head and capturing his lips, with her own.

The storm outside blew gently over the Sunnydale sky, time stopped for the two, who clung to one another in the night, each relearning things that were never really forgotten. Time stopped for the moment, for the night, but not forever.

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