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Forever, For Now
Beth M.

Part 1

March, 1999

Willow rushed from her kitchen to pick up the ringing phone.

“Hello?”  she said, breathlessly.

“Hi,”  Angel’s warm voice could make her tingle even from two thousand miles away.

“You’re still alive!”

“He wanted to stake me, but Cordelia wouldn’t let him,”  he chuckled.

“That is so not funny, Angel… what happened?”

“I-I didn’t tell him…”

“What?  Angel, we agreed…”  she whined.

“Tink,”  Angel cut her off,  “You should have seen him… seen how angry he was, and how much he hates me.  I just couldn’t tell him.  Willow, it has to come from you.”

“It’s Xander, Angel…. Since when are you afraid of him?”  she baited the vampire.

“I am NOT afraid of him.”

“I’m teasing… but you should have told him.”

“What?  Are you afraid of him?”  he challenged her back.

“Of Xander?  Not in this life,”  Willow released a long sigh,  “Fine, I’ll come to L.A. and do it myself.”

“You make it sound as if coming to L.A. is a bad thing…”

“Well, I suppose it’s not all bad if I’m going to get to spend some time with you…”

“Do you still love me?”

“I don’t know,”  she teased,  “You kinda wussed out on this whole Xander thing.”

“Will, he hates me.  Still.  Nothing has changed… he would just as soon turn me to dust as look at me.”

“Did you see Cordy?”

“Yeah, if she hadn’t been there, he really would’ve tried to stake me.  I can’t imagine what he’s going to do when he finds out that you and I are… uh…”

“We’re what, Angel?”

“Lovers,”  he whispered in his low, dark, sensuous voice.

Willow immediately felt heat growing between her legs.  She and Angel talked often on the phone, usually for hours, and the longer they were apart from each other, the more suggestive their conversations got.  It had been two months since they came together in Las Vegas, and it seemed like an eternity.


“Yeah…?”  she gulped.

“What are you wearing?”

“Um,”  she thought quickly, glancing down at her sweats and t-shirt,  “A black silk nightie?”

Angel roared with laughter,  “You are not!  You’re wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants.”

“How can you know me so well after so little time?”

“First of all, if you were, in fact, wearing a black nightie, I would have to come to Chicago to kill the man you’re with, and secondly, you in sweats and a t-shirt really turns me on,”  his voice grew seductive again.

“Angel, I want to see you.”

“How quickly can you get to L.A.?”

“You’re the boss… how soon can I take some vacation?”

“Starting tomorrow.”

“If I take the red-eye tonight, I can be there in the morning…”

“If you take the red-eye tonight, I won’t be able to pick you up at the airport.”

“Right.  Tomorrow night, then?”

“I can’t wait to have you in my arms again… kissing you, holding you… fu…”


“What?”  he asked, innocently.

“If I want to get any sleep tonight, you won’t get me all hot and bothered…”

“But I’m already hot and bothered, so it’s only fair that you be hot and bothered, too.”

“Xander.  Naked.  How’s that for a mental picture?”

“Eeew, Willow.  Thanks.  No more raging hard-on for me.”



Part Two

She stepped off the plane, eagerly searching the crowd for the face of her vampire.

No sign off him.  She knew he wouldn’t stand her up, wouldn’t forget her, unless something important—or bad—happened to him.  Panic slowly seeped into her heart, when she finally saw him rushing through the terminal.


He spun his head towards her voice, a giant smile breaking across his usually somber face.

He crossed the distance between them in what seemed like no time at all, and swept her into his arms, spinning her around.

“Angel, I’m getting dizzy… Mortal, remember?”

He finally sat her back on her feet, putting space between their bodies so they could stare at each other.

Angel had never seen Willow looking more beautiful.  Her red hair swung exquisitely around her shoulders and her face was flushed.  The smile, the one he missed more than life itself, was blessing him, bathing him in her warmth.  In two hundred fifty years of being a vampire, no one except Willow had ever smiled at him with such love and acceptance.  It began in her eyes, her sparkling emerald eyes, and worked its way through her entire body.

He had been blind to that smile for years.  Now, standing before her, experiencing happiness that he had never felt, he couldn’t understand how he could have missed it.  He supposed that Buffy had something to do with it.  Perhaps if he had met Willow first, they wouldn’t have had to waste so much time when they could have been together.  But they were together now, and that was the only thing that mattered.

Willow stared back at Angel.  She didn’t doubt his love for one minute… but she didn’t understand it.  In her eyes, she was still little Willow.  The shy one, the innocent one, the uncoordinated one, the frumpy one.  How could a man like Angel possibly be in love with her?  He was everything that a man should be… a real man.  Tall, dark and handsome.  It seemed so cliched, yet that was Angel.  The way his jeans hugged his hips, the way his shirt stretched tautly across his broad shoulders, the way his hair, even when mussed, glowed with perfect golden highlights contrasting his dark nature, everything about him made Willow swoon.  It had for years.  There wasn’t one move he could make that didn’t make her tingle.

And he loved her.

It took a moment for them to realize that they were standing in the middle of he crowded airport terminal staring at each other.  A warm smile crept across his face as he slid one hand around her waist, he other gently cupping the back of her head, running his fingers through her crimson locks.  He pulled her towards him, crushing her body against his, bringing his lips down on hers.

For a moment, she forgot everything except the feel of his lips.  Her arms dangled limply at her sides before instinct kicked in, bringing them up to caress his forearms and shoulders.  Angel kissed her as though he was draining her, as if he couldn’t get enough.

Pulling out of the embrace, he leaned his forehead against hers,  “I love you, Tinkerbell.”

“I love you, too,”  she whispered, out of breath.

He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her in for another kiss.  There was something different in his kisses, something needy and wanting.  These were the kisses that Willow had dreamed of receiving since she was old enough to imagine what a  kiss should feel like.  As he ravaged her mouth with his tongue, Willow realized that all the love he felt for her was pouring forth in his kisses.  And she returned them with a fervor that she hoped he understood as well.

“Angel,”  she gasped,  “We need to get out of here… I need to be with you.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground in a tight embrace before setting her back on her feet.

“Me, too, Tink… let’s get your bags and go home.”

He grabbed her hand, pulling her through the terminal.

Part 3

Flipping the light switch, Angel dropped Willow’s bag on the floor and tossed his keys on a small table just beside the door.

This apartment was larger than the one he had in Sunnydale.  She had only been to that apartment once, looking for Buffy, but she remembered it well.  It was sparse and dark, very dreary, very much keeping in tune with Angel’s personality.

Angel was different now, free to be happy, and his apartment reflected his changes.  When he flipped the light switch, the entire living area was bathed in a bright, warm glow.  Friendly, comfortable furniture tastefully surrounded her.  A large fluffy couch, a huge entertainment center filled with videos and CDs, big recliners, a rocking chair, and flowers.  He had vases filled with bright colored flowers everywhere.

Willow, almost in a state of shock, began wandering around the apartment.  The kitchen was off to the left, opening up into the dining area that was part of the living room.  She entered the kitchen, opening the refrigerator.  Alongside bags of blood, Angel had stocked it with anything and everything Willow could possibly want.

Leaving the kitchen, she went into the spare bedroom, which Angel had turned into his study.  He… or someone… had built huge bookcases that stretched from floor to ceiling.  Every shelf was lined with book after book.  Willow examined a few of the shelves, suspecting that she was seeing quite a few first editions, and surprised by some of his choices in books.

“Angel, I would have never imagined you reading ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’,”  she said to the vampire that was following her from room to room,  “What happened to my favorite angsty, brooding, constantly depressed vampire that I feel in love with years ago?”

“You,”  he stated, slipping his arms around her waist from behind,  “When I realized that you love me, my entire world changed.”

Willow leaned back into his embrace, her head resting against his strong chest,  “What did I ever do to deserve your love?”

“I ask myself that question everyday, Willow,”  he slid the tips of his fingers underneath the band of her skirt feeling her warm skin.

Willow could only whimper as his hand moved lower, cupping her sex through her sopping panties.

“Two months is too long,”  he leaned in, planting soft kisses on the shell of her ear.

His free hand blazed a trail up and across her sweater, landing at the base of her throat.  He held her neck in his hand, caressing the soft skin, while his other hand tormented her.

He greedily pushed the fabric to the side, sliding two fingers into her blazing core.  Willow’s head was swimming, feelings that she had repressed and not let herself feel for two months bubbled to the surface.  She began to thrust against his hand, meeting the rhythm his fingers set.  As Willow was about to explode into orgasm, he withdrew his fingers, pinching and twisting her clitoris.  As her climax washed over her, her head fell forward, only to be pulled back against his chest, his mouth joining his hand on her neck, suckling and kissing his Willow.

Angel withdrew his hand, bringing it to his lips where he coolly licked her juices from his fingers.  Willow slumped against his body, and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her into his bedroom.

Placing her back on her feet, they both began removing their clothes.  Shoes were kicked off, shirts pulled over their heads.  Willow’s skirt puddled around her ankles until she stepped out of it, leaving it behind on the floor with Angel’s jeans.

Willow grabbed hold of Angel’s boxer shorts, pulling them down, gasping as his erection was released.  Angel reached for the straps of Willow’s bra, slipping them down her shoulders.  She reached behind herself and unsnapped it, letting it fall to the floor with her other clothing.  Angel hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and ripped them off her, then pushed her back on the bed.

She fell, sprawling across his bed, her red hair fanning out across the comforter like the rays of the Sun.  Angel joined her immediately, spreading her legs with his knees.  While kissing her deeply, his cock searched for her opening.  Willow adjusted her hips, allowing him full access to her body.  He bucked, sinking himself in the depths of her sex.

Their mating was frenzied.  Angel raged against his Willow, pounding her small body against the bed.  Willow met him thrust for thrust, sweat glistening from her body as she urged Angel on, her hands clawing down his back leaving deep, red welts.   Her mouth nuzzled against his neck, nipping, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave small bite marks.

She was mumbling incoherently.  Angel could only pick up a few words, and what he heard almost pushed him over the edge into his climax.

“God… Angel… yes… harder… fuck…”  Willow wasn’t even aware of the words herself, so lost she was in her own bliss.

Her walls clamped tightly around Angel’s hardness as she erupted.  Angel stilled, letting her ride the waves of her orgasm.  When she relaxed her muscles, Angel began pumping again, letting himself go.  Willow raked her nails across his chest, and he exploded, spilling his cold seed deep within her.

Angel collapsed on top of her, spent.  She cradled him in her arms, delighting in the feel of his cool body against her hot, wet skin.

Angel mumbled something against her neck.

“What?”  she asked.

“You bit me,”  Angel lifted his head to look her in the eye.

“Just small little nibbles… I don’t really consider those bites…”

“We talked about this before.  No biting.  I don’t need that.”

“You may not need it, but you have to admit that you liked it.”

“Willow, it’s dangerous.”

“You could never hurt me…”

“I couldn’t, but the demon could.”

“The demon can’t gain control again.  I made sure of it, remember?”

Angel sighed, rolling over on the bed, and pulled her into his arms.

“I just love you so much… I don’t ever want anything to hurt you.”

“Can we go see Xander now?”  she asked, effectively changing the subject.


“Well, after we get dressed.”

“Can’t we wait until tomorrow night?”  he whined, holding her tighter in his arms.

“No time like the present.  Besides,”  she added,  “the quicker we get this over with, the more we can enjoy our time together.”

“Fine… let’s go.”

Part 4

Cordelia answered the door, throwing her arms around Willow in a fierce hug.  She led them into the living room, where Xander jumped up from his chair.

“Willow!” he cried out, rushing towards his best friend.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the vampire behind her.

“What are you doing here?  I thought I told you never to come back.”

“Xander,”  Willow pleaded,  “We need to talk to you.”

“Willow, what are you doing with him?  Don’t you remember everything he did to us?  To Buffy… Giles… remember Jenny, or have you conveniently forgotten about her?  Your fish, for Christ’s sake!”

Willow grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door before Angel heard anymore,  “C’mon, we’re going for a walk.”

“We’ll be back soon…”  she mouthed to Angel and Cordelia.

Once safely outside the apartment building, Xander spun on Willow.

“What the hell is going on, Will?  What are you doing here in L.A. with dead-boy?”

“His name is Angel.  Xander, why do you hate him so much?”

“He killed Jenny…”

“Angelus killed Jenny.  We don’t hold you responsible for your actions when you were a hyena…”

“This is different, Willow, and you know it.  Angel is still a vampire.”

“Yes, he is… and Xander, I love him.”

“What?”  Xander’s mouth dropped open.

“I love him… and he loves me.”

“Do you have any idea how corny and stupid that sounds?”

“Xander, you are my best friend, and I love you.  I need you to understand what’s going on here.  Will you please just listen to what I have to say?”

Xander’s shoulders slumped as he dug his hands in his pockets and started walking down the street with Willow by his side.

“This better be good,”  he mumbled.

An hour later, Willow had finished telling him everything that had happened between her and Angel, from the broken flowerpot to the phone call that brought her to Los Angeles.

“Wow…” was all that Xander could say.

“See, Xander, it’s ok.  He’s not going to hurt me, or anyone else.  We just want to be together, and it’s so important to me that you accept us.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“I’ve loved him for years, Xander.  And now that I have him, I won’t let him go.”

“I know…”

“Know what?”

“How long you’ve loved him.  You didn’t think anyone knew, but I did.”

“But how?  I never told anyone.”

“Will, you’re my best friend.  I know… or knew… you better than anyone else on earth.  I could see how you changed when Angel came around.  The blushing, the giggling… the only other time you acted that way was when you and I… experimented.  You never even acted that way around Oz.  Angel took your breath away then, and, apparently, now.”

“Xander, please, be happy for me.  It would mean so much to me.  I need you to support me on this.”

“What about Buffy?  She loved him, too.”

“I know, and believe me, if I knew where she was, I’d try to explain this to her.  But she’s gone, out of our lives.”

Xander took his best friend’s face in his hands.

“Willow, does he really make you happy?”  he asked, intently studying her green eyes.

“Yes, Xander, he does,”  she took his hands in hers,  “I’m really happy, maybe for the first time in my life.  I feel complete.  I feel like… like… like I always dreamed I would feel when my Prince Charming came for me.  It’s not perfect… I mean, he is undead and all that, but we’re happy.  Be happy for us… for me, at least.”

“If he ever hurts you…”  Xander warned.

“He won’t.”

“All right, you have my blessing.  If he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”

They turned and headed back to the apartment in silence.

“Everything ok,”  Cordelia asked as they re-entered the apartment.

“Yeah, Cordy, all is well,”  Xander informed her.

Angel released a sigh of relief.

“So you’re not going to try and stake me?”  he asked, trying to inject some levity into the heavy room.

“Not tonight.  But I’m warning you, dead-boy, if you ever hurt her…”

“Xander!”  both Cordelia and Willow admonished together.

Part 5

Willow and Angel returned to his apartment.  Angel needed to feed, and Willow was feeling a bit peckish herself.

“I’m going to go change clothes,”  she informed him as he pulled a bag of blood out of the refrigerator.

“Not going to try and watch me this time?”  he asked.

“Nope,”  she giggled, traipsing into the bedroom.

After Angel fed he went into the living room, sitting back on the couch.  Willow stood in the door watching him for a moment before clearing her throat to alert him to her presence.

He turned to see her in the doorway.  In a black nightie.  His eyes grew wide as saucers, and he felt his penis twitch inside his jeans.

“You like?”  she asked with a small, shy grin.

“I like,”  he responded, moving towards her.

He circled her slowly, taking in the view from all angles.  It seemed, to him, that with each passing second she grew more beautiful.

“I can’t get enough of you, Willow.  I want to be with you every second, of every minute, of every day, forever.”

“Then change me,”  she brazenly bared her neck to him.

“Never,”  he hissed,  “I won’t do that to you.  I can’t.”

“Stubborn ass,”  she muttered.


“Nothing,”  she replied sweetly.

Placing one hand on his chest, she pushed him back into the living room.

“I’m hungry,”  she informed him,  “Feed me.”

“What would you like?”

“I saw some strawberries in the fridge…”

“Would you like cream with them, my dear?”  he asked over his shoulder, walking into the kitchen.

“Yes, please,”  she followed him and hopped up onto a counter.

Angel noticed her nightie sliding further up her thighs as he retrieved the strawberries and cream from the refrigerator.

He set the bowl of strawberries down beside her, holding the dish of cream in his hands.  He picked out a large, plump berry and dipped it into the cream.

Dangling it in front of her mouth, Willow opened up and took the berry in her mouth, sucking the cream off of it before biting into its juicy center.

Angel tossed the stem away and reached for another strawberry, dipping it in the cream.  He traced Willow’s lips with it, leaving a trail of white in its wake.  She slowly licked her lips, and Angel felt his knees grow weak.  He dipped the berry in the cream again, holding it just out of her reach.  She grabbed his hand between her own hands and brought the berry to her lips, consuming it in one large bite.  A little bit of juice seeped from the corner of her mouth, and Angel swiftly licked it away with his tongue.

Willow’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she plucked one of the berries from the bowl.  First dipping it in the cream, she held it in front of her mouth, sticking her tongue out to lick a glob of the cream off of it.  Waggling her tongue slowly at him, she leaned forward until her face was almost touching Angel’s.  He delicately touched her tongue with his own, tasting the cream and the unique flavors that made up his Willow.  She plunged her tongue quickly into his mouth where he sucked off the rest of the cream.

Willow pulled away, grinning at her vampire boyfriend.  She hastily ate the strawberry that she was still holding, then slowly unbuttoned Angel’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.

Taking another strawberry and scooping it in the cream, she traced wet, creamy circles around his nipples before sucking the cream away.

Angel groaned, tensing under Willow’s playful ministrations.  He couldn’t let her have all the fun, after all.  He stopped her hand as she went to reach for another strawberry, shaking his head slowly from side to side at the questioning glance she gave him.

Abandoning the strawberries, he dipped his finger into the bowl of cream, scooping a generous amount out of the bowl.  He held his finger to her lips and she took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip of his finger, removing the cream.  When he pulled his hand away, a small dollop of cream remained on her lips, which he swiftly kissed away.

Dipping his fingers in the cream once more, he flashed a wicked smile at his lover.  Beginning at her kneecap, he drew a creamy trail along her inner thigh, stopping just before he reached her nest of red curls.  Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he tediously followed the frothy path with his tongue.  Willow buried her fingers in his spiky locks, urging him to move faster, and further, but he easily shrugged her hands away.

Rising from his kneeling position, he found Willow breathing heavily, her eyes closed, her head lolling to the side.

“Liked that, did you?”  he smirked.

Her eyes snapped open,  “Evil, bad vampire…”

This time, her fingers dipped into the bowl of cream and smeared it across his lips.  His mouth opened slightly as she leaned in to consume him.  She wrapped her legs tightly around his body, squeezing him against her needy core.

“Nope… not yet, Willow,”  he commanded.

Groaning, she released her hold on his body.  He leaned back with a dangerous gleam in his eye.

“What are you going to do?”  she whispered hoarsely.

“You’ll see…”

He knelt down in floor again, taking the bowl of cream with him.

“Oh, God, Angel…”

“I haven’t even done anything yet, Tinkerbell…”

Pushing the nightie as far up on her hips as he could, he spread her legs wide, exposing her wetness to him.

“My, my, Tink… you’re more than ready for this, aren’t you?”  he teased,  “Naughty little girl…”

He planted a small wet kiss on her inner thigh, reaching into the bowl to scoop out the cream.  Dividing it between both his hands, he massaged her thighs, coating them in the gooey, sugary cream.  He gently covered her outer lips, brushing against her swollen nub with his fingers.

“Ready, Willow?  Want me to make you come?”

“Please, Angel,”  she begged.

“Mmm… not quite yet… have to clean all this cream off…”  He casually began lapping the sticky cream off her thighs, driving her mad.

After what seemed like an eternity of Angel sucking and licking her thighs, he finally reached her heated sex.  He paused briefly, enjoying the scent of her arousal before suckling the cream from her lips.

“Angel, please,”  she begged again, supporting herself with one arm on the counter, the other valiantly attempting to push his face closer to her need.

He could deny her no longer and plunged his tongue into her silky folds.  Willow cried out, having finally achieved the closeness that she desired.

Pressing himself as far into her as he could, he began a rapid, frenzied pace as his nimble fingers deftly tweaked and pulled on her swollen clitoris.

Nearly pulling his hair out as her fingers clinched in his hair, she screamed out her orgasm.  Angel milked his Willow, drawing out her climax until she could stand no more.  So intense were the feelings he pulled from her that tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.

Taking mercy on her, he rested his head in her lap.  She gently caressed his head, smoothing his hair with her fingers as she fought to catch her breath.

“Still hungry?”  he chuckled.

“Uh huh…”  she murmured,  “want more…”

He pulled himself to his feet, looking into her lust-glazed eyes.  Their lips met in a searing kiss, while his hands kneaded her breasts through the silk still covering her body.

He tore the nightie over her head, longing to feel her bare skin against his.  Capturing one hard nipple between his teeth, Willow arched into him.  Stilling her with his hands pressing against her thighs, he moved from one supple breast to the other.  Willow reached between them to stroke his erection through his jeans.

He groaned, his mouth covering the soft skin of one of her hard peaks.  She grabbed the top button of his buttonflies and quickly released his hardness.  He pressed forward, his cock rubbing against her thigh.

Willow slid to the edge of the counter, trying to allow Angel to penetrate her.

“Counter’s too high,”  he mumbled, lifting her off the counter.

He laid her down on the kitchen table, both of them hurriedly and haphazardly knocking everything on the table to the floor.  Grabbing her legs, he pulled her to the edge and buried himself in her sex.  Willow could do nothing but lie back on the table, giving herself over to Angel who was doing all the work for both of them.  She tried to reach out to him with her hands, but couldn’t.  Instead she grasped the edge of the table, trying to keep herself from being pummeled right off the edge of the table.

Angel held her ankles in his hands, spreading her apart, furiously pumping himself into her, his eyes never leaving hers.  He knew his orgasm was drawing near and released his grip on her ankles.

Using his thumb, he urgently pressed against her core, massaging it until her muscles clenched around him.  For the first time, they came together, each screaming the other’s name.

After a brief recuperation period, Angel grabbed her arm, pulling her up off the table and into his arms.

“Damn it, Willow,” he began,  “Two hundred fifty years and I’ve never experienced anything like sex with you.”

She giggled against his chest,  “If someone had told me six years ago that you and I would be doing the things we do, I would have never believed that it could be possible.”

Kissing her, he released her from his tight embrace, tucking himself back into his jeans.  He handed her the nightie and bent to pick his shirt up off the floor.  He pulled it back on, not bothering to button it.  Willow pulled the nightie back over her head.

“You sleepy, Tink?  Ready to go to bed?”

“Angel… would you mind terribly if I called Oz?  He should know, too.”

“Why would I mind?  Use the phone in the bedroom so you can have some privacy.”

“Thank you,”  she smiled, giving him a long wet kiss,  “I’ll just be a couple of minutes.”

Part 6

A few minutes later she emerged from the bedroom, a small grin playing on her lips, her hands hidden behind her back.

“How’d he take it?”  Angel asked from the couch.

“Like Oz… nothing fazes him.  He asked if you make me happy and when I told him yes, he said ‘cool’ and that was it.  He’s really a great guy.”

“You still love him?”

“I’ll always love him, as a friend, like Xander… well, different from Xander… but not at all in the way that I love you.  You’re mine.  Now and forever.”

“Good to hear.”

“His band is playing tomorrow night and he’s invited us.  Can we go?”

“Smoky bar, loud music, tons of sweaty people… sure, why not?”  he stated,  “Hey, what’s behind your back?”

“Nothing,”  she grinned.

“Something is behind your back… show me, Tink…”

She pulled something from behind her back and tossed it at Angel.

“Wear them tomorrow night, puhleeeeze…” she begged.

Angel held the black leather pants up to look at them.

“Where did you find these?”

“In your closet, silly.”

“Willow, you know who these belonged to…”

“Angelus,”  she said, plopping next to him on the couch.

“Right… why on earth would you want me to wear them?”

“Why did you keep them?”

“I asked you first…”

“Because the only good think Angelus had going for him was how hot he looked in these pants…”  she told him,  “Now, your turn.  Why did you keep them?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.  Because I’m a packrat?”

“Because you know you look good in them…”

Angel sighed deeply,  “Willow…”

“Please?  Please, please, please wear them… for me?”  she asked hopefully.

“On one condition.”

“Anything.  Name it.”

“You wear a pair, too…”

“I don’t have any.”

“We can get you a pair tomorrow night before we go to the bar.  Deal?”

Willow slumped back on the couch, her face twisted in consternation.

“All right,”  she finally answered,  “Tomorrow night, we both wear leather.”

Part 7

The next night Angel took Willow to a trendy little shop on Sunset to buy a pair of leather pants for her.  After trying on several pairs, she picked the ones she liked best, never letting Angel see her in them.

They rushed back to the apartment to get ready.  When Willow stepped out of the shower, she found Angel sitting on the edge of the bed pulling his boots on.  He was wearing the pants, but hadn’t put his shirt on yet.  Willow swayed in the doorway, wanting nothing more than to jump on top of her lover and fuck him senseless.

She hurried over to the bed, pushing his legs apart with her knee.  Angel wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his embrace.  She feel of the leather rubbing against her bare legs sent shivers of pleasure zigging and zagging through her body.

Angel chuckled,  “We have no time for this, Tink… we’re going to be late.  We can play all you want later tonight.”

Willow scowled at him,  “Whose idea was it to go see Oz?”

“Yours… so no complaints.  Besides, I’ve yet to see you in the leather pants.”

He pushed her back towards the bathroom, and she reluctantly obeyed.

Half an hour later, Willow emerged from the bedroom.  She was nervous, never having been a leather-wearing type of girl.  She had thrown on a white t-shirt along with a pair of low-cut leather boots that she usually wore with her jeans.

Angel’s low catcall snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Jesus… Willow?”

“What?  Do I look like an idiot?”  she asked.

“You look extraordinary.”

He took her in his arms, giving her a deep kiss.  The sound of their leather rubbing together made Willow’s stomach tighten and she pushed herself against Angel.

“Willow?  When did you become so insatiable?”

“The first time I was with you…”  she informed him,  “Let’s stay in… please?  Pretty please with sugar on top?”

“We did the cream last night… no more sugary goodness for you, Tinkerbell.”

He grabbed her hand, pulling her reluctantly out the door,  “C’mon, this will be fun.  I know you can’t wait to see Oz.”

They arrived at the bar just before eleven.  The place was packed, standing room only.  Angel pushed his way to the front as best he could, dragging Willow along behind him.  Still, the closest that they could get was about ten feet back from the stage.

Sweaty bodies pressed against them, and Angel pulled Willow in front of him so she could see.  Soon, the lights dimmed and the Dingoes appeared on stage.  Oz, now sporting a striking shade of yellow on his hair, spotted them in the crowd immediately, thanks to the huge vampire.

He smiled at them, warmly greeting both of them, and the band began to play.  The crowd began to sway and move with the band, with Willow and Angel caught in the midst of it.  Angel circled his arms around Willow’s stomach, keeping her from being pulled away from him in the maddening crowd.

Eventually, the frenzy died down and everyone began listening to the band.  Angel never once loosened his hold on Willow as they both got into the music, in spite of the fact that they were smashed together with all these strangers like sardines.

The person in front of Willow briefly stumbled backwards, causing her to press back against Angel.  She could feel the groan in his chest as she pressed against his leather-clad package.

Loving the power she held over him, she began to purposely crush herself into his rapidly growing erection.

“Willow, stop that,”  he growled in her ear.

“Or what?”  she teased, pressing against him.

Willow gasped when his hand slipped beneath her shirt, tickling her stomach before sliding into the waistband of her leather pants.

“Angel, we’re out in public,”  she hissed at him.

“Nobody’s paying any at attention to us whatsoever.  Besides, the way we’re packed in like this, no one can see anything anyway…”

His hand dipped lower, while his other hand unsnapped her pants enabling his hand to slide further down.

“Willow?” he whispered in surprise,  “You’re not wearing any undies, are you?”

“I like the feel of the leather against my… oh, God, Angel…”  she forgot was she was saying as Angel began fingering her puffy core.

“What were you saying, sweetheart?”  he teased, plunging his middle finger deep inside her sex.

Willow rolled her head back against his shoulder, forgetting the crowd around them.  Angel supported her with his free arm, his other hand coaxing her into a quiet, shuddering climax.

Still holding her in his arms, he carefully buttoned her pants back up, planting a small, wet kiss on her neck.

Again, she pushed back, hard, into Angel’s erection.


“I want you, Angel,”  she whispered,  “I want to feel you inside of me…”

“You are insufferable,” he groaned, slowly trying to back them out of the crowd.

“Where are we going?”  she asked, once he had pulled them free from the throng of people.

“We passed an alley on the way in here… not the most romantic spot on earth, but it’ll do…”

They got their hands stamped so they could re-enter the club, and ran down the street.

Part 8

Angel pulled her into the dark alley, throwing her back against the wall.  He pressed into her, pinning her arms above her head as he kissed his way down her body, nuzzling her stomach where her t-shirt rose above the top of her pants.

“Angel,”  she panted,  “Anyone walking by can see us here…”

He growled, pulling her deeper into the alley.  He saw a concrete staircase that lead down to a basement door.  He lead her towards the stairs, pausing only to pull the wrought iron gate that was supposed to be guarding the steps closed behind them.

Once they reached the bottom of the steps, Angel thrust her against the wall again, pressing his hardness against her.  She pulled his shirt free and unbuttoned it while he lifted her t-shirt and nibbled and sucked on her breasts through her bra.

“Angel?  How are we going to do this…?  My back is going to be raw if we do it like this…”

Frustrated, Angel looked around, assessing the situation.

“Take off your pants,”  he instructed.


“Take off your pants…”

She obeyed, kicking her boots off and removing her pants.  Angel took his leather coat off and spread it across the stairs before lowering his own pants and sitting on the steps.  He grabbed Willow and pulled her to him.

He ran his fingers along her wet slit, reveling in the scent of his Willow.

“Ready, Tink?”  he asked.

“Yes,”  she moaned,  “Always ready for you.”

He pulled her down onto him, guiding her into a straddling position, her knees resting on his thick leather coat so as not to hurt her.  He pumped himself a couple of times before allowing her to envelop him in her heat.

Willow sank down on top of him, keening as she always did at the pleasure of being stretched open by his thick cock.

She began to move on top of him, but she was moving too slow for him.  If she had pumped any faster, she would do serious damage to her knees, coat or no coat.

“Hold still, Willow…”  he urged her,  “Let me do this…”

Angel started thrusting upwards into Willow, using his elbows to brace himself so he didn’t break his back on the concrete stairs.

Willow held still, other than the clenching of her vaginal muscles around his shaft when he thrust into her.

The Dingoes set was over, and Oz grew concerned.  He had seen the pair dash out of the club from his vantage point on stage.  He feared that was happening and stepped outside the club to search for them.  As he made his way down the dark alley, he heard the unmistakable sounds of flesh upon flesh.  Curiosity pulled him closer, and he peered down the darkened stairwell.

“Yay, Willow,”  he giggled, heading back to the club.

Angel thrust into her one last time, filling her channel.  Without giving himself time to relax, he pulled out of her and flipped them over.

Willow leaned back against the stairs as Angel knelt between her legs, quickly lapping at her overflowing juices.  Plunging three fingers inside her, he nipped at her clitoris, before holding it between his teeth and sucking hard.  She bucked against his face and came with a strangled scream.

Angel pulled her back into his lap, planting small butterfly kisses across her cheeks and throat.

“Feel better, Tink?”  he grinned at her in the darkness.

“Uh huh,”  she mumbled happily.

“Think we can get through the rest of the show without having to run outside and fuck?”

“Mmm… maybe… we’ll see… Wanna see Oz, though.”

“Come on, put your pants back on before he thinks we’ve left for good.”

After they pulled their clothes back on, they made their way back to the bar.

The second set had just began and Oz grinned at them from the stage as they made their way through the thick crowd.

“Oh, God, he knows, Angel… How could he know?”

“He saw us, Tink.”

“Excuse me?  What?”

“I could smell him coming… vampiric senses and all that.  He peaked into the stairwell, said ‘Yay, Willow’ and left.”

“He did not!”

“Yeah, sweetie, he did… you have nothing to be embarrassed about.  It was way too dark down there for him to have been able to really see anything, and he obviously approves of us.  Now, let’s kick back, enjoy the music, talk to Oz for a while and then go home so I can ravage your body some more…”

“I can’t, Angel… I’m way too embarrassed.”

“Willow, you’re my girlfriend.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with banging each other silly in a dark alley, at the bottom of a concrete staircase.”

“Well, gee, when you put it that way…”  she replied sarcastically.

“C’mon, Tink,” he grabbed her hand pulling her towards the bar,  “I bet you could use a drink, and I have to admit that I’m getting some perverse pleasure by making sure that your ex knows you’re mine now.”

“I knew you had to have some ulterior motive.”

“My only ulterior motive is to keep you happy, and I know that Oz makes you happy, and that’s what I want.  Besides, I kinda like the little wolf.”

“Hey, he’s only a wolf a few nights a month.”

“Still, we have a sort of bond, I guess… both of us being monsters and all.”

“But, monsters in a good way.”

“You can turn anything into a compliment, can’t you?”

Angel’s chocolatey brown eyes twinkled at her, and she melted.  She sidled up next to him at the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary while he ordered a beer.

“There has to be some sort of irony in that,”  he said.

“In what?”

“Your choice of drinks… you’re drinking fake blood.”

“Yeah, but it tastes really, really good.  Much better than that stuff you drink.”

“Are you talking about my beer, or the blood?”

“Both,”  she scrunched up her nose,  “Although, I can stomach beer.  I had to drink it in college when I was too poor to afford mixed drinks.”

“Poor baby,”  he teased.

They spent the next hour talking and teasing each other.  Neither of them noticed that the set had ended until Oz strolled up, tapping Willow on the shoulder.

“Hey, Red…”

“Oz!”  she jumped from her seat, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Angel,”  Oz nodded, shaking the vampire’s hand,  “It’s good to see you.  Both of you.  What’d you think of the band?  A little better than we were six years ago on the Hellmouth, huh?”

“Oh,  you  guys sounded great!”  Willow gushed,  “I’m so glad to see you.”

“Nice pants,”  he smirked,  “You’ve gone through some big changes since the last time we talked, haven’t you?”

“These?  Oh, this was sort of a bribe,”  she said happily.

“Look, Angel, I know Willow was really nervous about telling us about you guys, and I just want you to know that I’m cool with it.  She’ll always have a very special place in my heart, and if you make her happy, then I’m all for it.  Just don’t break her heart, man, ok?”

“Ok.  I have no intention of hurting her in any way.”

“Cool… let me buy you guys a drink.”

An hour later, the bar was shutting down.  Willow was quite tipsy and Angel almost had to carry her to the car.

“How come you aren’t drunk?”  Willow asked.

Angel had had as much to drink as Willow, yet seemed unfazed.

“It takes about five times as much alcohol to get a vampire drunk.  Our metabolism just burns the alcohol away almost immediately.”

“Geez, that’s no fun…”  Angel placed her in the car, buckling her seat belt for her.

By the time they reached Angel’s apartment, Willow was snoring.

< Jesus, she even snores cute! >  he thought to himself.

Part 9

Willow groaned, rolling over in the bed.  Prying open her eyes, she found the very amused face of Angel staring at her.

“How you feeling?”  he asked.

“Why did you let me drink so much?”  she grumbled.

“You’re an adult.  You don’t need me to cut you off.”

“Obviously, I do.”

“You’re beautiful when you’re hung over.”

“Bite me…” she snorted.

“Tempting offer, Tink, but I think I’ll pass… for now, anyway.  Let’s see what we can do to make you feel better.”

Angel jumped out of bed and went into the kitchen retrieving the supplies that he’d purchased the night before after tucking Willow into bed.

He returned to the bedroom and found Willow sitting up in bed, pulling the sheet up around her naked body.  He handed her a t-shirt, which she quickly pulled over her head, and then he gave her a handful of pills.

“What are these?” she asked.

“Four Advil and two Benadryl.”

“For what?”

“The Advil will help your headache.  The Benadryl is to help you fall back asleep after you drink your tomato juice and water, and brush your teeth and jump in the shower.”


“Trust me… it works.  You’ll feel good as new in a few hours.”

Willow did as she was told, taking the pills and chasing them with a huge glass of tomato juice along with a full liter of water.

Angel led her to the bathroom and watched as she brushed her teeth.  He then started the shower for her, and stepped in behind her.

“Hanky panky in the shower?”  she asked.

“Maybe later… I seriously doubt that you really feel up to that.”

“No, I don’t…”  she mumbled.

He washed her hair for her and gently scrubbed her body clean for her.  Massaging her tender neck muscles, he felt her growing drowsy.

“Ready for some more sleep?”  he asked.

“Uh huh,”  she nodded.

Turning off the water, he grabbed a fluffy towel, drying her from head to toe before leading her back to the bedroom, and tucking her in.

“You joining me?”  she asked sleepily.

“No… I’ll be in the study doing some reading when you wake up,”  he leaned over, kissing her damp hair,  “I love you, Tink.”

She was already asleep.

Part 10

Angel sat in his study, musing over his Tinkerbell.  He hated the thought of letting her go again.  The distance between them was horrible for the new lovers.  Any long distance relationship was difficult, but this was the worst, having only recently discovered their love of one another.

It would be easier if Angel could travel any time he wanted, instead of having to wait for the darkness of night to cover him, but he knew any hope of that was out of the question.

Their time together was going to be too short anyway, with her being mortal.  He had thought about changing her, but never with any degree of seriousness.  Living forever was hell.  And what was to stop her from growing sick of him and falling in love with someone else eventually?

Part of him knew that this was all too good to be true.  The way Willow loved and accepted him couldn’t last forever.  She was wiser than that.  Eventually, she would see him for the monster that he was.  Yes, he had a soul, but that didn’t change any of the things that he had done when he was Angelus.  How could a woman like Willow love a man like him?

But she did.  He had accepted that the last time they were together.  He was going to quit fighting what they had and let it run its course.

Which led back to the original problem.  She lived in Chicago, he lived in Los Angeles.  Being apart from her for months at a time was not something he looked forward to.

“What are you thinking about?”  Willow poked her head around the corner of the door.

“Hey,”  he greeted her,  “Feeling any better?”

“Like a new woman.  You were right,”  she sat in his lap, curling her body against his,  “You know, if you bottled that and sold it, you could make a billion dollars.”

“Yeah, but then there’d be nothing to stop everyone from going out and getting plastered all the time…”

“Always thinking of others, aren’t you?”

“Mmm…” he murmured against her neck.

“So, what were you thinking about when I came in?  You were pretty lost in thought.”

“I was thinking of how I don’t want to let you go back to Chicago.”

“Yeah,”  she sighed,  “It’s hard, isn’t it?”

“How long are we going to force ourselves to stay apart?”

“Will you move to Chicago?”

“Will, there are almost no vampires or demons or any sort of evil creatures in Chicago.”

“Other than the White Sox, you mean?”

“Cubbie fan?”


“Tink, I have to stay here and fight them.”

“So, I’ll move here.”

“No, Willow, you wouldn’t be safe.”

“I survived for  years on the Hellmouth, Angel.  I can handle myself in Los Angeles.”

“No, Willow, you shouldn’t have to… just for me.”

“It’s not just for you.  It’s for us.  Besides, I would be close to Xander, and Cordy, and Oz.  Angel, I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Just a little bit longer, Willow.  Please.”

“Why?  What’s going to change?”

“There’s a new master in town.  He’s strong, Willow.  As soon as he’s gone, I’ll move you out here myself.  But not a minute before.  He can’t hurt me, but he could easily use you to get to me.  Please, Willow.  Just a little while longer,”  he pleaded.

“I love you so much, Angel.  I’m afraid of losing you if I stay away too long.  Like Buffy did…”

“What we have is nothing like what Buffy and I had, Tinkerbell.  What I feel for you is real, and beautiful and easy… it’s everything that being in love should be.  You won’t lose me.  Ever.  I swear.”


“Please, Willow, I couldn’t bear to lose you now.”

Something in his voice told her that he was serious.  He wouldn’t leave L.A., and her presence would only serve as a distraction, something that could get both of them killed.

“Ok, Angel.  But hurry up and take care of this guy so we can be together.  I miss you already and my flight isn’t leaving until morning.”

“So, basically, we have another twenty-four hours together?”

“Mmm hmm… we’d better make the best of it.”

“Let’s see… we had sex, almost, in here, the bedroom, the kitchen, a dark alley… how about the living room?”

He stood from the chair, lifting Willow with him as if she weighted nothing.

“Not the living room, Angel… take me to bed…”

Dropping her on the bed,  “Hard and fast, or slow and sweet?”

“Hmm… we’ve got twenty-four hours… slow and sweet?”

“Fine… that means I get to worship your body from head to toe…”

They quickly shed their clothing and stretched out beside each other on the bed.

Angel reached over and began rubbing one of her small nipples between his fingers.


Willow ran her fingers lightly over his chest, causing goosebumps to rise on his arms.  She scooted closer to him on the bed, her lips seeking his.  His arms slid around her waist, pulling her on top of him.

His erection pressed into her stomach.  She wanted him inside her now.

“What happened to slow and sweet?”  Angel grinned at her as she positioned herself over his shaft.

“Screw it!”  she giggled, lowering herself onto his shaft.

She rode him hard, lifting herself up and slamming back down on him, clenching her vaginal muscles tightly around his cock each time.

Angel held himself back, longing to flip her over and release his seed inside her.  He watched her face as she drew nearer to her own orgasm.

His thumb found her swollen clitoris and rubbed hard against it,  “Come on, Tinkerbell… come for me… I want to see your face when you come for me…”

Willow screamed out his name, her body crashing against his as her orgasm spun her out of control.  Angel quickly turned them over, never breaking the contact between their two bodies as he began to thrust into hot, wet core.

He, too, came with a scream, splashing her womb with his seed.  He rolled over next to her, cradling her in his arms.

“Who would have ever thought that the little hacker would turn into such a vixen?”

“A vixen?  Well, I do have the red hair, I suppose…  And maybe, just maybe, I’ve been a vixen all along and you were just too blind to see it.”

“Could be… probably right… You’ve been wearing black silk nighties for years, haven’t you?  And meeting up with strange men in hotel rooms in Vegas, letting them do God knows what to you… and you can’t tell me that’s the first pair of leather pants you’ve ever owned… probably the only ones that didn’t have the crotch cut out, though… I bet you’ve got a whip tucked away somewhere, too, don’t you?”

“When did I go from being a vixen to a dominatrix?”  she giggled.

“Sorry, Tink… my thoughts got away from me for a second…”

“Don’t tell me that a spanking turns you on…”

“You have no idea what a good spanking can be like…”

“Giving, or receiving?”  she asked, suddenly curious.


“Hmm…”  she thought,  “Next visit?  Maybe…?”

“You never fail to surprise me, Tink,”  he laughed easily, something he found himself doing more and more lately,  “Maybe next time…”

The End…