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 barrowing them. They needed to come out and play....
(thoughts in Italics)

PINE VALLEY: Angel's:

Angel needed her! the knowledge kept repeating in her head. Willow ran the last block to the house, clutching the borrowed spell book to her chest. She could almost feel it as a tangible thing, he was reaching out to her like a drowning man reaching for a life preserver. She leapt the steps to the porch in a single bound, and grabbed at the door handle, forgetting for an instant that she had locked the door behind her when she had left. Cursing under her breath, Willow wasted precious minutes looking for the keys. Finding them she fumbled with shaky fingers to get the key in the lock when she heard something through the link, a familiar voice begging.

Please God, no more, please God, not again! If I must be punished, then punish me, but don't let me see. I don't want to see, please God!!!!

Tears stung her eyes, as she jammed the key home and turned the lock, almost leaving the keys in the lock. Willow snatched them out quickly and kicked the door closed with her foot. Throwing Angel's jacket, the book, the keys and her purse on a table in the entryway, Willow ran up the stairway, taking the stairs three at a time in her haste.

Reaching the landing, she heard and felt the vampire as he screamed in abject terror "NO!!!" She ran the few steps down the hall faster than she would have thought humanly possible, to find Angel sitting up in bed, looking around desperately. In her mind , she heard him call her name in a frightened way, as though he were afraid there would be no answer. Then his eyes fell on her and for on unguarded moment she saw terror, sheer terror. Then when his mind registered that it was really her standing there, relief and something more. Thank God. She thought moving forward to embrace him, It was only a nightmare she thought.

Pine valley: Angel's

He had forgotten for an instant, where he was, where he deserved to be. Only for an instant. He opened his eyes to darkness, not an inky blackness, no that would have denied the damned the sight of their prison. There were no roiling flames with the souls of the damned inside. There were patches of fire here and there and occasionally the demons would throw a hapless soul in those flames to watch them burn. Before drawing them back out to begin their torture again, but it was nothing like his Irish Catholic upbringing had taught him. He almost wished it had been.

It seemed that hell was a very individual thing for each desperate being that was sent there. Angel's hell was very unique, because he was a unique oddity in hell. Not only did he still have his demon and his soul but his body had been sent to hell as well. Time was a relative thing but nothing was relative in hell, except the pain and suffering of the souls sent there. The first day, decade, century, it was argued, who would torture him. First there was Acathala, who naturally wanted to punish Angel for failing to bring him onto the earth plane. Then there was his own demon who wanted to punish him for the past 80 years of Angel having control of the body the demon claimed as its own. It was finally agreed that Acathala would torment the body. This did not sit well with Angel's personal demon because he was still residing in the body. Acathala pointed out however that since the demon was in control when the ritual to free Acathala had begun, he too would receive the punishment. Then he would be able to torment Angel's soul when Acathala wasn't using the body.

Acathala's rage over Angelus failure was expressed in the physical. The physical torment was extreme and almost unending. Almost because the physical assault was only interrupted by his own personal demons mental and emotional torture of his soul. He usually begged God for the physical torture to be unending during those episodes. Unfortunately God never heard him or didn't seem to care.

His demon naturally enjoyed these episodes the most. What Acathala seemed to have forgotten was that as long as Angelus stayed in the body he couldn't be injured, couldn't feel the pain that was being inflicted on the body. Angel the vampire suffered that and the mental and emotional torment that his personal demon exacted on him. Angelus would wait until the demon Acathala became bored with his new toy or found something else to attract his attention (The demon never got tired.). Then he would take Angel's soul on a guided tour, of Angel's own personal hell.

First would come all of the people that Angelus the vampire had ever killed, tortured, maimed, or whatever other atrocities he could perform on them. Starting with his own family. Then there was what he had done to Dru and how he had driven her quite mad. How he had changed William. All of the nameless ones he had hunted and killed over the years. They were not faceless though. Perhaps it was part of the curse or perhaps it was simply due to the heightened hunter senses of the vampire, either way Angel could remember the face of every one of his victims and what he had done to them in explicit detail. The demon however was embellishing everything that he had Angel experience. Colors more vivid than any technicolor movie. Sounds clearer than surround sound. Smells that nearly overwhelmed him, the taste of the peoples blood was usually so overpowering he would weep, and the touch...he felt the different textures of their skin, clothing, hair, etc. He could feel the heartbeats as though they strummed through him.

Then he would feel the heartbeats slow and finally stop, and cry even more openly. He remembered the gypsy girl quite clearly. Her dark hair and eyes, her olive skin, he remembered the taste and feel of her and the things that he had done to her. He tried repeatedly to pull himself free of the tormenting vision but the tour continued. With his demon acting as a cackling sideshow barker, pointing out details here and there. Then came the vision of the Romani capturing him, they had used another girl as bait and then had trapped him with crosses and garlic. Then an old woman had come and begun chanting words, the demon squirmed even now at the memory. He had regained his soul at that time. The demon skipped over the next 80 years.

To the night of the masque at the Bronze, Angel holding Willow in his arms, Angel lost himself completely in the memory, forgetting the horrors that would follow but only for a moment. That moment of peace was all he was allowed. Next came the night of Buffy's birthday. It showed their making love along with a few jeers and gibes and a critique by the demon of their performance.

Then it showed him the next day, the confrontation with Buffy at his apartment, when he had belittled their night together. That night when he had found Willow and Xander in the school and had attacked Willow. The incident in the mall after the Judge had been destroyed. When he had taunted Buffy with her inability to kill him. The images came faster now. Theresa, vamping her and sending her after Buffy. Killing Jenny or Janna and leaving her in Gile's bed after making everything look like a romantic evening. Throwing Xander off of the roof of Buffy's house. Going to Buffy's hospital room when she was sick. Sending Dru and the minions to the library while distracting Buffy, then sending Buffy back to the library. Then came the images of Giles torture and trying to awaken Acathala. Then the sword fight between Buffy and Angel, Willow's voice inside his head. A tender moment with Buffy, her telling him to close his eyes, naturally he did, trusting her, he loved her after all, then feeling Buffy run him through with the sword.

The memory of that shock and pain made him lose control for a moment, he felt a darkness flow through him, Angelus now plotted what he would do, the things that he hadn't gotten to do before. Breaking Xander's neck as he had done Jenny's, while the girl Cordelia watched. Then raping her as he drained her. Next would come Giles, the demon had enjoyed torturing Giles. He had proven to be a challenge, Angelus loved challenges. When he wasn't in a hurry to destroy the world at least. Yes, torturing Giles would be fun, Angelus vivid imagination came to the fore to show all the different ways he would torture Giles.

Then the wolf boy, hmmm, never had a pet before. If you vamped him while he was a werewolf he would stay as a werewolf but would you be able to control him? Then of course there was Buffy's mom. Slash her to ribbons and hang her up on Buffy's front door.

Then of course there was Buffy. Hm...If he vamped her, she would make a very powerful little ally. No maybe not an ally, if he only gave her enough blood to change her but not make her strong. Yes she would be a weak vampire, needing someone else to protect her or use her as they saw fit. He imagined how he would vamp her and give her only a small amount of his blood, to keep her weak. Excellent idea he thought. By this time the part of him that had been Angelus had control of Angel's dream and he didn't realize any longer that he was still trapped in visions. That it wasn't real, that was the way that Angelus liked it. Only one Slayerette left to toy with. Willow.

He watched her. His thoughts clearing, his head finally free. Dreams...He moved in them, caught and bound. She trembled, he could smell her fear, and relished in the knowledge that he had caused it. He leaned in close to her neck his fingers holding her in place. His game face slipping into place and with it the last remnants of his humanity slipped away. He bit. She jerked against his hold once before her head fell forward into unconsciousness.....

"NO!!!!" He awoke with a jerk, his head groggy, sitting up in bed, flipping his legs over the side of the bed.. Willow!?!?!He searched the room for the hacker his eyes finally falling on her. She was standing in the doorway, a worried look on her face.

Willow studied Angel from the doorway, wondering what had frightened him so. He was staring back at her, wonder, fear, and desire warring strangely in his eyes as he watched her. Gracefully she moved to the side of the bed and looked down at him.

"Willow?" his voice creaked with fear, pain and something else she couldn't identify. He lifted his hand to reach for her in a beseeching gesture. The moment their hands touched Angel felt a faint jolt of energy that alerted him to the fact that she was really there. This wasn't some torturous part of the dream, this was real. He pulled gently causing her to lose her balance, he hugged her against him tightly. Her eyes widened slightly when he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Angel?" She whispered questioningly against the top of his dark head. Her hold on Angel was strong and reassuring. He was clinging and needy something she hadn't really associated with the vampire before. "I thought...you were gone..." he said finally. His voice betrayed the pain he felt. She understood Angel's pain but she had no idea how to make it better. He continued to hold her. His touch gentle and soft against her back.

"It's alright Angel. I'm here." Willow said quietly, soothingly. She shushed him gently and tried to get him to lay back down. He resisted, not wanting to let her go. Then the vampire lifted her slight weight and turned her slightly pulling her beneath him, trapping her with the weight of his body.

"Angel?" she repeated his name quietly, uncertainly. He stared down into her eyes. His own bright with fear, uncertainty, and need. She wasn't sure about what she was seeing as she looked into his dark face. Willow only knew that he needed this, he needed to hold her, to assure himself that she was well. The young witch tried to convince herself that the warmth, the power, the rightness she felt in his embrace was secondary. Yeah right, and your hormones aren't raging right now.

"Oh god, I am so sorry." He whispered against her neck.

"Angel what's wrong?" She asked freeing her hands to slide her arms around him in a gentle embrace. He drew back to look into her eyes again. She's okay....she alive.

He whispered to himself. Leaning down he whispered against her lips. "I dreamt I hurt you." The pain and sorrow were clear in his velvety voice.

"It's alright." The young witch whispered placing little kisses on his mouth, cheeks, forehead, and finally back to his mouth. Willow gasped softly when their lips caught the second time. It was a nonthreatening gesture of tenderness. Too soft and tender to be considered even a chaste kiss. She felt Angel stiffen above her and started to draw back her confidence waning, her embarrassment waxing, only to have him follow her. Angel's lips suddenly seeking hers with a strange desperate mix of fear and desire. She moved against him, her own lips opening slightly to respond to his kiss.

He gasped his head filling with the strange bubbly feeling of energy that reminded him of the shock of electricity between them. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized I'm kissing her, sweetly, softly. and even further back a small voice made the observation that, Willow is kissing me back. Power, energy, and connection, whispered over him. Power was humming between them like a living breathing thing, with each light brush of his lips over hers, the power seemed to increase.

He groaned tasting her lips with the tip of his tongue, running it lightly over the seam of her lips seeking entrance. She gasped softly her lips parting, his hands slid up into her long red hair and gently moved her head to fit their mouths together more intimately.

She gasped as his tongue slid forward to gently ravish the depths of her mouth. She found herself arching up to get closer to Angel's body. Her eyes fluttered open as his lips left hers, she thought the kiss had ended only to realize it had merely changed form, he moved his mouth gently down the side of her jaw to settle in the warm hollow of her neck. She gasped arching her neck against the cool wet suction of his lips. The rough satin slide of his tongue over her flesh. After a moment she felt the added sting of fangs as his face shifted and he bit lightly into the flesh he'd been gently suckling.

He started drawing back from the softness of her neck when he felt her fingers on the nape of his neck. Glancing down at her the look on her face froze Angel in place, acceptance and desire stared back at him from her green eyed gaze. He stared down at her for a long moment.

"What do you want?" he asked huskily. His eyes like liquid fire as they stared into hers. Willow opened her mouth to speak only to close it again without answering, the young woman wasn't sure she knew the words for what she wanted. He leaned down and captured her lips in an even more searing kiss. Their mouths touched, teased, feathered away, then pressed closer. She trembled slightly her system overloading with sensations.

The feel of his lips on hers, his tongue teasingly brushing over her lips, his body pressing against hers, pressing her into the mattress beneath her. Her arms slid around him, up into his hair. She heard a small raspy groan escape his lips as they parted for a moment, his dark eyes locked on hers.

"Angel?" Just his name a question and answer all in one small word. She moved slightly, squirming a little beneath his heavy weight. Her eyes flew back to his when he gasped again. She was surprised by the feral light in his eyes, turning his chocolate gaze demon gold. She felt a slight flutter of fear whisper over her senses when she realized how strong the desire that was coursing through him was, and with that realization came disbelief. She started to wiggle away, her movements rubbing against his cotton clad thigh, drawing another gasp from Angel.

"Willow?" He whispered drawing her closer yet again, one hand sliding down too still the movement of her hips, she gasped when she inadvertently brushed against his pronounced arousal. Using one of his knees Angel gently settled it between her legs parting them. She arched her back, uncertainly against Angel, her mind turning inward with the strange sensations that were washing over her.

"Angel . . . please." She whispered not knowing what she was pleading for, but hoping somehow he would. He didn't disappoint her, his hands sliding up to cup her cheek, and turn her to face him. He leaned down capturing her lips gently. Softly, so softly she felt shivers run down her spine in the wake of his gentle caress, her eyes fluttered closed as he slid his tongue to brush against her lips, he traced the contours of her lips before dipping into the waiting depths of her mouth. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue explored the steamy depths of her mouth.

His hands slid up to cup her breast through the silk of her shirt and she froze the undulating movements she had unknowingly been making halting in mid-thrust. He waited holding his nonexistent breath for her to push him away instead she merely stared at him with curious green eyes, waiting for him to continue. She arched her back forcing her breast more firmly against his cupping hand. The innocent gasped when his fingers lightly plucked at the little nub. Her hips arched again, making him groan.

He turned her over suddenly settling her on his hips. "Angel." She squeaked out her mouth falling open with shock. She could feel the hard proof of his desire pressing insistently against her. He slid his hand down to her hips, settling them into place, slowly drawing her into the same undulating movements, against his arousal. She gasped moving with him, his hands slid slowly around her to draw her down. He arched up to caress her lips with his own again. Gasping she returned the pleasure of his plundering tongue. Opening her mouth wider under his insistent coaxing. After several moments of the bone melting kiss, Angel pulled away slightly to let Willow catch her breath and then spoke against her lips with searing intensity."Have you ever done this before?"

"No," she confessed. Not meeting his gaze.

How protective, that made him feel, and how human and very male. He brushed his lips gently over hers. "We won't do anything horribly indiscreet. But I'm as excited by this as you are, and I don't want to stop just yet. I want to touch you and feel and watch your reaction and let you feel mine, Willow." He murmured, tracing a path up her soft breast. "Let me teach you. I promise there's not the slightest danger. Not right now."

Unsure if she would able to speak because of the sensations coursing through her, Willow responded by looping her arms around his neck and lacing her fingers through his soft spiky hair to draw him back down for another one of those heart stopping kisses. The vampire continued his caresses and movements, all designed to initiate the woman in his arms into the world of desire.

Pinevalley Angel's:

Angel listened to her sounds measuring her excitement and pleasure, her breath coming in short little gasps, when he allowed her to draw away for breath. Moving his hands all over her flesh. The vampire moved one hand to the back of her head to hold her mouth against his. While he slowly slipped his other hand beneath her shirt, his cool fingers sliding against her own heated bare flesh. Willow stiffened against the newness of the sensation before once more melting into his kiss.

She moaned softly in the back of her throat at the feel of his cool fingertips brushing her bare skin, the combination of physical and mental sensuality coming off Angel in waves, was slowly drowning her. She arched her back, dragging her mouth away from his, she stared down at him through cinnamon lashes and bright passion glazed eyes. Angel's hands slid slowly upward whispering over her bare skin teasing her with the lightest of touches, and leaving a trail of fire in it's wake.

His hands paused in their slow tender work as though he had only just decided something, he slid one hand up into her hair drawing her mouth once more down to his. She parted her lips already hungry for the taste of him, he greedily accepted her offering.

Drawing away reluctantly after a moment, he slid his hands out of her clothing caught by the fleeting look of disappointment that was in the hackers burning green gaze.

Don't stop?!? The words were on the tip of her tongue begging to be spoken, she wanted this, no needed it, in a way that she could explain to anyone.

"Willow?" he said her name, softly, questioningly. He'd never forgive himself, if what they were doing was in any way against her will. She waited for him to pull away and remind her of what a mistake this would be. Only his words disjointed and shaky surprised her. "Your skin is so hot," he whispered, tracing her cheek with his fingers as he tilted his face across hers and moved his mouth close to hers again. "I can feel it burning me."

Her hands were on his arms now. She could feel the powerful muscles bunch beneath the skin, as her hands rested on his forearm. Willow's short nails pressed into his skin, bending against those hard muscles as his lips brushed over hers again.

This was volatile, she trembled as the tiny spark of awareness, that had always been there burst into a blazing flame. She was on fire, with each new and slightly disturbing sensation his actions wrought within her. His skin was cool to the touch seeming to add to the slowly smoldering embers within her, each moment felt as though her skin heated beneath his fingertips, causing the fire to burn hotter. She hadn't dreamed of the kind of sensations that he was showing her, not in her most secret fantasies. She hadn't realized how vulnerable she was to him. In one way it was immensely exciting, in another, terrifying. The logical part of her mind, screamed that this was a terrible mistake, that it was a by-product of the link that was between them, more the one he didn't know about than the one he did. Her heart was quaking, wanting to release the feelings that Angel had been evoking in her since his return, but she was also fearful of another unrequited love. While her mind was filled with the colors and feelings of their mutual passion and desire, her body, enthralled by the new feelings, new pleasures that Angel was arousing, wouldn't let her stop.

"Oh," she whispered unsteadily when his tongue began to trace the soft inner surface of her lips. "I thought I had lost you." He moaned into her mouth, as he shuddered, and neither of them knew if the uncontrolled movement was from remembered fear or desire. Desperately, as though to prove to himself that she was really unharmed, he began to rain kisses on her face, her chin, her throat, everywhere his mouth could reach. Then he moved back to her mouth with a moan, the intensity of the kiss, giving her pause to realize just how much the dream had affected him.

After another moment, he let her pull away to catch her breath, before rolling to lay beside her on the bed and then turning her to face him. Capturing both of her hands in one of his own, he pulled them to his face, and kissing her palms, sensitizing the nerve endings there as the current of power ran through them both yet again.

He drew her hands to the center of his chest, "Touch me," he whispered against her warm mouth, and he coaxed her hands until they slowly began to move of their own accord across his highly sensitized flesh. Willow put her hands against hard muscle and cool, smooth skin and gasped at the contact. She'd never touched a man this way, and Angel knew it and was excited by it.

He bit her lower lip with a slow, ardent pressure that was almost maddening in its intensity. "Draw your nails down to my waist," he murmured against her parted lips, when she hesitated, he moaned softly and placing his hands over her own, begged, "Please Willow."

She drew her nails down his chest slowly, amazed at the shudder of his big body, at the soft groan that her caress produced. Willow drew away slightly so that she could see his face, could see the lazy, smoldering desire in his brown eyes.

"I like it," Angel told her with a shaky laugh.

Willow did it again, lowering her eyes this time to watch his muscles ripple with pleasure as she stroked them, to watch his washboard stomach draw in with a caught breath. I'm doing this. I'm exciting Angel, I'm arousing him. Me, Willow Rosenberg.

The power of it gave Willow a sense of her femininity that she'd never experienced before. Meanwhile, Angel's hand was moving again, this time up her rib cage. Subtle in its caress, teasing lightly, provocative. It reached the outer edges of her breast and Angel's eyes darkened even further with desire upon discovering that she wore no bra. He growled low in his throat, even as her nails were tenderly scoring him, and his fingers lifted to touch around her nipple.

Willow shuddered, looking up at him with the residue of virginal fear in her wide green eyes. Her hand went to his large wrist and poised there while she tried to choose between pleasure and guilt. "Oh, Angel..." Willow began, she was weakening though and her voice betrayed her.

Placing a finger over her lips, he silenced her until he could place his lips over hers again. "Don't feel guilty, not about this Willow." he whispered over her mouth. "This is love play. Men and women have indulged themselves this way since the beginning of time. You're human. There's no shame in being hungry." He makes it sound so natural. Willow thought. Then she stopped thinking and arched toward his fingers because she couldn't help herself. The delicate stroking of his fingers was driving her to her limits. She wanted more! More touching, more contact, more something that she didn't yet have a name for, but the want was becoming an aching need.

His teeth nibbled at her lower lip, catching it in a soft tug just as his fingers closed on an erect nipple and tightened gently. He caught her cries in his mouth and muffled them, half mad with unexpected arousal. Willow's innocent cries and her trembling were driving him over the edge. Somehow Angel had flipped her over on the bed, flat on her back with his heavy body half covering her. The borrowed shirt that Willow was wearing was coming undone, she could feel the air on her bare skin, and his hand was... there.

Willow shuddered and her eyes opened, they were hazy with passion. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, her gaze full of rapt wonder.

Angel's big hand flattened over her soft breast, feeling the tip rub abrasively on his palm as he caressed her. His thumb circled it roughly and Willow shuddered all over, her breath sighing out unsteadily. Willow wanted him to kiss her some more, but Angel's eyes were on the silk shirt now. Angel looked down with tender care as he unbuttoned the shirt and began to spread it open before him, as though he were unwrapping some rare, and priceless treasure. Oh mo cridhe, you're so beautiful. If I had breath, you would take it away.

He peeled it slowly away from the breast he was touching, so that he could see the contrast of her pale skin and that mauve taut little nub. It was as if he had never looked at a woman before. She was beautiful. Sweetly curving and high, perfect.

Willow felt as if she were watching from a distance. Her eyes wandered over his absorbed expression, seeing the veiled pleasure there, the wonder. If she was awed by him, so was he awed by her. He was touching her like some precious antique, taking his time, lovingly tracing every texture of her. He took the nipple, oh so delicately between his thumb and forefinger, and felt its hardness. Angel looked up into Willow's fascinated eyes. "If I put my mouth on you, you'll cry out again," he whispered with husky intensity, "and I'll lose control completely."

She was trembling. She wanted it. Her body arched sinuously. Willow reached up, shyly, and cupped his face, gently tugging it closer to her own face.

"I won't...cry out," she whispered, biting her lower lip to make sure.

Searching her eyes, his own darkening marginally, "Say taste me,'" he whispered back. Willow blushed feverishly and turned her face into his throat to hide her embarrassment. Moaning his free hand came up to hold her face to his throat. "Willow," he managed to rasp out around his rapidly closing throat. "Bite me," he whispered huskily, pleadingly, and in that pleading tone, she heard the hissing lisp. He had changed, his face had slid into it's demonic visage. Willow knew she should feel fear, but she knew nothing of that emotion. She only knew that she wanted desperately to please him so that he wouldn't stop. This was magic and she wanted more.

Her mouth opened and she nipped at his firm throat, nibbling it, feeling the smooth softness of the skin there. He moaned softly, deep in his throat, and she felt his hand move from her breast back up to her hair. Running his fingers through the heavy silken mass. Her lips slid slowly down his throat to its base, she then licked back up over his Adam's apple, clasping it gently between her teeth experimentally. Angel's head slid back and a sound came from his throat that was half between a growl and a whimper. Willow smiled, feeling stronger as she continued. She was pleasing him. Gently she licked the Adam's apple then continued back to the side of his neck. The juncture where neck met shoulder, licking, tasting him there. His skin was cool and smooth, corded underneath with muscles, she felt him give a purring rumble under her ministrations. She licked out along his shoulder, as his head arched back, exposing his neck and shoulder in a classic submissive gesture. Vampires, throat fetishes. Concentrating on the juncture of shoulder and neck, Willow boldly began nibbling on his neck there, and when she felt him begin to shudder in reaction, she bit down hard on his jugular.

Angel cried out in reaction, nearly coming up off the bed. Willow stroked her hand down along his chest as she released her vampiric like hold on him.

Angel flipped her onto her back on the bed, and she saw his face, morphed into the mask of a beast. It should have terrified her but she saw his eyes. Eyes not only filled with passionate intensity but also tenderness. Gently she reached up with both hands to hold his face in her palms.

"Willow," he breathed, trembling himself with the newness of it. "Oh, God, I want to have you so much!" This wasn't how it was supposed to be, he was supposed to be in control. Not completely out of his mind with desire.

She thought she knew what he meant, and she felt the first stirrings of true fear. She opened her mouth to explain why they couldn't, but just then he took her breast into his cool mouth, and she nearly chewed her lip through to keep from screaming at the incredible sensation. Willow's hands released his face, and she clenched them over her head. Writhing helplessly, she was caught up in the throes of something so powerful that it stopped her breath in her throat. He gently stroked his fangs along her breast, raising tiny droplets of blood, wherever they caught in that soft skin. Angel licked, stroked, and suckled at her breast with needy, moaning growls. She twisted up toward him, her body shuddering, her breast on fire with the feel of his mouth. Willow felt the spears of desire that seemed to run from her breast to that most secret part of her.

Then slowly he moved to the other breast and continued the stimulation.

He could never have her, he knew that, but it didn't stop him from torturing himself with what might have been. Kissing and licking his way down her abdomen, he nuzzled his nose into her belly-button as she giggled uncontrollably at the tickling sensation of the ridges of his demonic face lightly stroking her sensitive stomach. He glanced up at her with a wicked smile, Willow returned his smile with a look of wonder on her face and then gently reached up to stroke his ridged eyebrows and across his nose. That was when Angel realized he was in game face and had probably been so for some time, and Willow didn't care. It didn't matter to her that he was a demon, she had told him, he had suspected it might be true but he hadn't been certain it was the truth until this very instant.

They were making love, Angel refused to think of it as anything else where Willow was concerned, and she didn't care that he was a demon, a vampire. This made him more determined than ever to make her enjoy this, to make it the most beautiful experience she had ever had, even if it was the only experience she had ever had so far, as he strongly suspected it was.

He wanted this to be special for Willow, he had meant it when he said they wouldn't go too far. He wasn't going to take her virginity. That gift should belong to someone else, someone more worthy, someone who could give her children, someone she could grow old with, someone she loved, not him. With those thoughts dousing his desire somewhat, he moved back up to kiss her.

Willow pulled his face down to hers and he was once more amazed that it didn't matter to her that he was in game face. Willow ran her tongue over his fangs, piercing it repeatedly, she knew her healing power would take care of the small wounds, she fed him her tongue. As the rich warm, sweet blood filled his mouth and ran down his throat. Angel growled and sucked her tongue deeper, nursing from the tongue as he had done from her breast. As the wounds healed he pulled his head back and looked down at her.

Angel looked at her face, red and twisted with desire, there was a trace of blood on her bottom lip. The blood attracted his intent gaze, keeping his eyes on her mouth, he grasped her clenched fingers in one hand and her hip in the other. Lowering his head he tasted the blood on her lip with the tip of his tongue, stroking gently. He was aware then that he was losing control, he still didn't want to stop though. A change of tactics is in order. he thought as he continued to taste her blood. Grasping her hip more firmly and releasing her hands to grasp the back of her neck he flipped them back over. The upper half of her body slid across his chest, causing him to groan as her soft skin and hardened nipples rubbed across his bare skin.

Grasping her face in both hands he brought her mouth into contact with his lips, teeth and fangs clashed as tongues dueled. One of his fangs gashed her already torn and bloody lip even more as they kissed and with a moan he sucked on her lip. Drawing the blood that was released into his mouth, still in game face, he growled with desire and felt her shudder. Concerned that it was fear, that made her tremble he pulled back from the embrace to gaze into her eyes. All he saw in those green depths was a haze of desire though, and Angel felt elation run through him, she wanted this, wanted him.

"Willow..." he called huskily, trying to draw her attention, "Sweet Willow...I want you so much." Capturing one of her hands once more he drew it to his chest. " Touch me...taste me...learn me, mo cridhe." he whispered hoarsely and laying back closed his eyes and said quietly, "I am yours to explore, a ghrààidh." That said he released her hand and watched her through slitted eyes, he clenched his fists into the bedding at his side. She may have tamed the demon but she still stirred within him a dangerous tendency.

Willow caught her tortured bottom lip between her teeth once again as she gazed down at the expanse of smooth naked male chest before her. Goddess he's beautiful. she thought Like a marble sculpture of one of those Greek gods. Still worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she rose to her knees beside him. Then gently she stroked one finger down his middle and around the muscles delineated in his stomach.

"Angel," she said timidly, "you do know I have no idea what I'm doing, right?"

"Oh mo cridhe," he groaned huskily, "I think you know more than you think."

Hearing his approving tones, she continued her gentle exploration. Bringing her hands back up to his shoulders, she stroked along his smooth skin. While one hand slid up to his the juncture of shoulder and neck where she had bitten him the other traced his collarbone.

Willow looked up at Angel's face, his demon's face was still in place and his eyes were still half-closed but his mouth was open and from the shudders of his body and the sounds he was making. He was definitely liking what she was doing to him. Emboldened by his enjoyment of her touch, Willow lowered her mouth to his throat again. Nibbling and suckling as she went she moved down the side of his neck to his shoulder. Then following her exploring hands down along his collarbone.

While her mouth was occupied her hands continued to explore, moving down the planes of his chest, her fingernails scraped across his flat male nipples and she heard him hiss. Snapping her head up to look at him, she questioned softly, "Did you like that?" As she repeated the procedure.

"Yes." he hissed through his fangs.

Discovering a need to torture the vampire, Willow moved down his chest. Licking, kissing, nipping, down the center of his chest to his navel. Dipping her tongue into the navel, she swirled it around that indentation again and again until he was calling her name repeatedly. She then moved back up to his neck.

She nipped his collarbone and then moved down and licked and sucked on that bronzed nipple until it became a hard little nubbin and then looking back up at the vampire, she asked again with an evil little smirk on her face. "Do you like this?"

"Yes, yes...I like everything you do, Willow!" the very aroused vampire gasped out.

"Everything, huh?" and with that the redhead lowered her head and nipped the vampire on that nipple and smiled as he roared and nearly jumped off the bed. His back arched, his head thrown back his hips thrust upward, his fingers tearing holes through the satin sheets and into the mattress underneath.

"Willow, don't you know what you're doing to me?!" he cried.

"No, tell me." She said quietly as she continued to caress him with her hands and mouth, but Angel seemed to be beyond coherent speech. Then her mouth traveled below his belly button, to trace the faint line of hair that dipped into his sweats, Willow nipped and licked her way across the line of flesh just above the waistline of the sweats. As Angel's moans grew louder, she moved lower. Looking up at him with her brows knit, she asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"Oh yes," he finally gasped out, "such sweet pain."

Blushing an even darker shade of crimson Willow asked innocently, "Does it make you ache, like it does me?" she was surprised at the growl that elicited from Angel.

"Willow.." he groaned, pulling her up his chest and then down beside him, Angel rolled to lay atop of her, for a wildly erotic kiss. Angel continued to caress Willow, worshiping his way across her body. He absorbed, through the link, everything that she was feeling. Her desire, her pleasure, nearly destroyed the tenuous hold he had on his control. His hands slid down to the waist of her jeans sliding beneath the loose material and slightly lower brushing the smooth silk of her panties. He felt her stiffen, and gasp her eyes flying to his. He silently begged her permission for what he craved. Don't stop. He drew back only enough to pop the snap of the jeans and pull down the zipper. Angel looked up holding her gaze with his own wanting to see her response to this, his fingers dipped lower to cup her heated flesh through the forest green silk of he panties. Angel's dark eyes stayed focused on Willow's emerald green ones as he stroked the damp silk that covered her womanhood. Each stroke of his fingers caused her to thrust up with increasing intensity. Then he slowly slid his fingers under the elastic band of the panties.

"Angel." She gasped as his fingers brushed against her femininity, her hips arched upward uncontrollably. His fingers slid back up to snag the waist band of her panties, curling under the green silk sliding it with the denim over her trembling thighs. Angel then took only slight notice of an insistent sound attempting to intrude on their solitude. He was focused on the damp auburn curls he had exposed. The scent of her arousal now hitting him fully and making his own throbbing erection pulse with desire.

The surges of power that flowed freely between them, now throbbed with their desire. The vampire feeling the pulse of energy wanted to taste her so badly, his jaw spasmed with the effort to get his desire under control. No she wasn't ready for that, this was just love play, her initiation should be slow and steady. Then he heard her whimper and realized she had been kept waiting too long and he had gone to far. Her desire was turning into an unfulfilled ache, at the same time he heard that other sound again and it registered enough for him to realize that was a sound she didn't need to worry about in her present condition.

Gazing back up at her flushed face and eyes glazed with desire, the vampire slid up beside her body. His hand resting on her upper thigh, he carefully soothed her with gentle murmurs. Raising his head to catch her eyes again and whispered. "I'll take care of you Willow." Angel's hand slid down to her inner thigh and sifted into her spice colored curls. Slowly carefully he stroked along her flesh and then his fingers separated the folds of her flesh exposing her to his shattering touch.

Never taking his eyes off of her, his fingers lightly traced her folds, carefully and slowly he slid his middle finger into her wetness and marveled at the gasp that escaped her lips and the uncontrolled movements of her hips. He stroked her core with maddening slowness and felt the nubbin of nerves that was her center become engorged with desire. With teasing movements his index finger slid up and around her erect clit repeatedly, denying her the touch she craved.

Her face was twisted and flushed with desire and she gasped for breath, "Angel, please!" She cried out in a keening wail, pulling his now dripping finger from her core, Angel ran his fingers over the kernel of her desire with teasing strokes until he could feel her shaking with uncontrollable need. Willow writhed under him and gently he stroked the two fingers back into her blazing core, she screamed and lifted her hips off the bed unable to control the need for his touch. Her body shuddered there on the edge of climax as he plunged the fingers into her grasping channel. Then he brought his thumb down to tease at her throbbing clit, brushing too lightly for her to come yet as he continued to plunge into her.

All of her feelings were exploding through the link onto Angel and he couldn't stand it any more. Lowering his head he captured her lips in a soul shattering kiss as he stroked her clit more intensely with his thumb. She screamed into his mouth as she came apart in his arms. I love you , Willow. Angel thought as he continued to caress her, drawing out her release, enfolding her in his arms as her body continued to come down from her orgasm. Completely ignoring his own unspent desire. Her sweat dampened body rested languidly against his cool one, as he continued to kiss her thoroughly.

They both heard it then, the brass knocker, someone was at the front door. Angel whispered in her mind, Ignore it, they'll go away. The sound came again, and Willow pulled her lips away from his to gaze up at him. "It might be Cassie, Angel."

He lowered his lips back to hers and thought, She can come back.

Willow giggled breathlessly and thought back to him, If it is Cassie she'll know what we're doing anyway, and if it's not...

Don't care ionmhuin. I want this. Don't you? Don't you want me to touch you? Angel thought as his palm once more moved to caress her breast. Willow caught her breath and moaned, as darts of pleasure shot from her breast to her womanhood, reigniting a passion so recently assuaged, completely forgetting the person at the door. Which was Angel's goal in the first place. Unfortunately the person at the door wasn't about to be forgotten and rapped the knocker repeatedly this time.

With a rough growl Angel, tore his mouth from hers, rolled away from her and sat up with his face in his hands. Shuddering, bent over as if in agony.

Willow lay there without moving, shaking all over with reaction and frustration, too weak from desire to even cover herself. After a minute Angel seemed to draw a shuddering breath, then sat up and looked down at her. His dark brown eyes ran over her like hands, lingering on all the places where his mouth and hands had been, devouring her. Drawing her off the bed he set her on his lap, where she could feel his obvious arousal, against her thighs. Looking into her luminous green eyes, he pulled the edges of her blouse together and buttoned them. Then carefully pulled her underwear and jeans back into place and zipped and snapped them back up as well. He didn't speak until he was through.

"Someone has very bad timing." he said roughly. She didn't answer him and he asked, dreading the answer, "I didn't frighten you?"

"No." she said feeling very precious and fragile because of the way he held her. "It just made me feel..." she struggled for the word, "vulnerable." Angel opened his mouth as though to answer her. The brass knocker was rapped against the front door again, this time more insistently. Angel cursed ferociously in Gaelic, as he lifted Willow and set her on her feet by the bedside. He stalked out of his bedroom in nothing but his sweat pants, and moved towards the landing, Willow followed dazedly after grabbing his t-shirt off the foot of the bed. By the time she had reached the landing, Angel had reached the foot of the stairs and the pounding on the door had become incessant and more than annoying. Angel had reached the door by the time she had taken the first few stairs and she heard him growl as he unceremoniously snatched the door open.