Giles looked up from the book he had been studying when Angel and Buffy entered the library, their arms entwined around one another's waist.

"Ah, Buffy! Good, you're back.  Angel." He nodded in the vampires direction.

"Hello, Giles." Angel politely replied, as he snuck a sidelong glance at Willow working behind the computer.

"So, what's up Giles?  You sound way to pleased to see me."  Buffy walked over to where her Watcher was seated.

"Actually, I need you for research."  Giles took half of the stack of books sitting in front of him and slid them towards the chair across from his. Buffy turned to Angel.

"Escape now, while you have the chance."

Angel kissed the tip of her nose. "I want to ask Willow about computers.  I'm thinking of getting one."

Buffy gave him an incredulous look, "Going to join this decade finally?  Well, Will's the person to ask."

"Buffy," Giles interrupted, "These books will not research themselves."

Rolling her eyes, Buffy moved to the pile of books awaiting her.

Willow had been eavesdropping on the conversation while feigning complete absorption in what she was doing.  She waited for Angel to approach her, refusing to unlock her eyes from the screen.  Angel walked around the counter and asked in a louder than necessary voice, "So, Willow, what do you know about hard drives?"

Willow blushed furiously, despite the fact that Giles and Buffy were paying them no attention what so ever.

"Well, I know a lot about them."

Angel moved behind her, pretending to be interested in what she was doing with the computer. In actuality, he took the opportunity to slide his hand underneath her sweater and caress her bare back.  Willow jumped at his touch, her nerve endings tingling.  It had been almost two weeks since they'd spent that night and day together.  She hated the waiting game he seemed to enjoy playing with her.  Although she'd seen Angel several times since, this was the first time he had acknowledged her in any other way than as a friend.  Willow wasn't too proud to admit she'd like to be having their tutoring sessions more often.  Well, at least not too proud to admit it to herself, anyway.

Angel whispered quietly in her ear, "Buffy said your parents are out of town again.  Come by my place around one.  It's time to continue your lessons."

His mouth so close to her ear sent a quick shiver down Willow's spine, but she wasn't in the mood to bow to his whim.  And she didn't really have the time.

"Nope.  I've got a ton of homework after I finish here.  Maybe later this week." She tried to make her voice sound as casual as possible.

"Excuse me?  Are you disobeying me?  You know what that will mean, don't you?"

Willow flushed, but managed to answer. "Look…I'm sorry, but I really can't tonight."

Angel was slightly taken aback.  He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of her jeans, lightly raking his nails across her lower back.

"Tomorrow, then. But I'm not pleased."

Willow shuddered at his touch. "I c-can't.  Oz and I are going out.  We'll be getting back late.  He knows my parents are gone, too."

Angel glanced over at Buffy and Giles to see if they had noticed their intimate conversation, but both were engrossed in their books.

"Willow, I know you want me as bad as I want you.  I can smell your need.  Are you trying to tell me something?  Do you want to stop what we're doing?"

"No!"  Willow spoke loudly, drawing the attention of Giles and Buffy.  She quickly improvised, "No, you want at least a ten gig hard drive. You won't believe how fast you'll use up the space."

Giles and Buffy shook their heads and returned to their research.

Willow whispered in a small voice as she turned to look at him. "No, I don't want to stop.  I just *really* can't.  I promise I'll have some time later this week.  Please."  Willow had enjoyed being able to tell Angel no, but she really couldn't get away.  She was terrified that she'd made him too angry, that he'd put a stop to their affair.

Looking into her eyes, Angel saw the fear and need in their emerald depths.  He wanted her so badly that only sheer force of will kept him from taking her right there on the floor.  He'd meant to make her a slave to her own desires by keeping some time between their trysts, but the waiting was almost too much for him to handle.  Willow had reawakened his long buried lusts, bringing them back to the surface.   He had thought the release he had with her would calm some of his desires. Instead, it made him greedy for more.

"All right.  You don't have to come to me tonight, Willow.  But soon." He ran his hand up her thigh and cupped her heat in his hand, squeezing gently.  "Very soon."

Willow closed her eyes and nodded her head, a wave of desire coursing through her.

Angel walked away from Willow and over to Buffy and Giles. "Well, Willow says she knows just what I need.  She's even offered to set it up for me."

Buffy flashed Willow a smile, which Willow weakly returned. "See, I told you she'd be able to help you out.  Are you sticking around?"

"No, I'm going.  I'll see you tomorrow night."

Angel kissed Buffy goodbye and nodded at Giles.  As he walked out, he locked eyes with Willow.  His intense stare made her feel hot all over.  She breathed a sigh of relief when he disappeared through the door and turned back to the computer, trying without much success to concentrate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three hours later, Willow sat in front of another computer.  This time it was her own laptop.  She spoke quietly as she moved the mouse. "And…save.  There! All done!"  Willow closed the laptop and rested her head on the desk.  It had been a very long night.  A soft pecking at her French doors broke her rest.  Rising, she walked to the doors and opened one, peeking around the edge of the door.

"Hello?"

Angel stepped into view. "Willow, it's past midnight.  Do you always open your bedroom door without knowing who's there?  His voice was sultry, despite the chiding words.

"Angel."  Willow whispered his name. "I knew it would be you."

"Knew or hoped?"

"Knew."

Angel looked at Willow expectantly, "Are you going to invite me in?"

Willow looked at him as a grin stole across her face, remembering another time he'd came to her room.

"I'm not allowed to have boys in my room."

"I promise I'll behave."

Willow seriously considered for a moment.  Did she really want her life here, and the dark fantasies she shared at Angel's to mingle?

"I don't know, Angel.  I…"  Her confusion was visible in her eyes and audible in her voice. "This is my house…my room…I don't know if I'm ready to have it mixed with what we do at your house."

Angel nodded, understanding her need to keep control of her life in her own home.

"Willow…I need you.  What we do here, at your house, doesn't have to be like it is at mine.  It can just be about pleasure, if you want."

Willow looked into his dark eyes, moisture starting to flow between her legs at the mention of pleasure.  He was offering something new…and it would be an opportunity to increase the amount of time they spent together.

She grinned at him, but still didn't invite him in.  Instead, she began undressing, removing the oversized tee shirt and socks she was wearing, but leaving her panties on.  Angel watched her, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

Willow noticed the bulge and smiled.  She placed her hand on her hips.  "Well?"

Angel knew what she wanted.  He hurriedly stripped of his clothing, only briefly glancing self-consciously into the darkness.  He finished, and demanded again, "Let me in, Willow."

Willow moved to the door, keeping the edge of her body just inside the protection of her house.  This was the first time Angel had been to her home since she'd performed the un-invite ritual to keep out Angelus.  She was amused at the thought of teasing him for a change.

Angel stepped forward, moving his hands to touch her, but was stopped by the barrier.  It was maddening!  He could feel her breath against him, but couldn't touch her.  They stared into one another's eyes and suddenly the desire to tease fled from Willow.  Her breath caught in her throat and she moved her hands to his chest.

Grabbing her wrists, Angel pulled her to him, drawing her outside.  His lips moved to hers and he fought the urge to crush her mouth against his.  He'd told her that they'd do things differently here.  Instead, he traced her lips with his tongue before sliding it inside to find hers.  Willow groaned into his mouth, grabbed his taut butt and pulled him into her, pressing his hardness into her stomach.

Angel ran his hands over her body with urgency, but reminded himself not to treat her too roughly.  He tore her panties from her and moved his hand between her legs, brushing his thumb against her wet clit.  Willow reacted immediately, reaching down to grab his hard shaft, trying to encircle it with her hand.

He was beyond taking this slow.  Maybe later, but not now.  Moaning, Angle maneuvered her back against the side of the house.  He picked her up, bracing her against the wall, with his arms supporting her legs.  Angel rubbed his cock along her slit, eliciting a small whimper from her.

He spoke through clenched teeth. "Can I come in now, Willow?  Am I invited?"

"Yes, you're invited." Willow hissed the words at him and grabbed his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers as he thrust into her wet, wanting core.  Her mouth muffled his grunt of satisfaction at the feel of her hot walls finally caressing him.

Willow rocked her hips to meet his thrusting, her position and his grip not allowing for much movement.  She gave into the sensations instead, loving the feeling of being completely possessed.    She started clenching around Angel, sending him close to the edge.

"Willow…hurry!"  He groaned into her neck, holding back with a strength he hadn't known he was capable of.

Willow ground against him and bit into his shoulder.  She felt him twitching inside her and clamped down, pleasure exploding in her groin.

"Angel!"  She cried out his name, and he thrust into her one last time, skewering her against the wall.  His cock spasmed as his climax tore through him.

"Oh, Willow…" he groaned against her shoulder as she relaxed against him.

Angel held her there, steady against the side of the house, refusing to withdraw from her warmth.  Willow placed small kisses on his neck, running her soothing hands over the tense muscles in his back. Slowly, Angel lowered her to the ground, releasing her legs so that she could stand.

He kissed her sweetly on the lips. "I suppose I should let you go to bed now, Willow?"

Willow smiled at him, hearing the hidden desire in his words.   Silently, she gathered up his clothes and nestled them under one arm.  Taking his hand in her free one, she led him into her bedroom.

“Willow, are you sure?  Ten minutes ago you wanted to keep us separate from this place… I can respect that this is your inner sanctum, and you want to keep it that way.”

“You’re right,”  she answered,  “This is my private place, and I don’t want you tying me up or spanking me or doing anything that makes me feel like I’m not in control here.  This is the only place on earth where I’m the one that’s totally in charge.”

“My, Willow… you certainly are,”  he grinned, running his fingers lightly along her arms.

Goosebumps rose on her pale arms under Angel’s gentle ministrations.  Although she spoke big, she fully expected Angel to take her at any moment.

As if he could read her mind, he spoke, addressing her thoughts,  “No, Willow… you want to be in charge here, you are.  I’m not going to do anything that you don’t give me permission to do.”

“That’s not what I meant, Angel.  I don’t want to switch roles here.  I just want to be.”

“Like a regular couple, you mean.”

“NO!  No, not like a regular couple!  We talked about this, Angel.  You’re regular with Buffy, and I’m regular with Oz.  We’re not regular together!”

Angel laughed at the panicky tone of Willow’s voice,  “Calm down, Willow.  I’m a vampire in love with a slayer that I can never sleep with.  You’re a witch in love with a werewolf that won’t let you seduce him.  You and I having a sexual relationship almost seems normal in comparison, doesn’t it?”

“No… I’m the good one.  I’m not supposed to do, or feel, these things.  It’s not normal…”

“Willow,”  Angel quickly shushed her,  “don’t you dare say things like that.  I know what you’re thinking, and you’re not.”

“Not what?”

“Abnormal… for wanting to do the things we do.”

“It’s… it’s kinky, Angel.  Even Xander said that.  Not to mention the fact that you are my best friend’s boyfriend, and we can sugarcoat it all we want, but the fact is we’re cheating on people that we’re supposed to love.”

“You’re not sure if you love Oz anymore?”

“I know I love him, but I’m not sure if I’m in love with him anymore.  This was… is… supposed to be about sex.  Just sex.  Nothing more.”

“Are you starting to have feelings for me, Willow?”

“No, Angel, no, I’m not,”  she insisted.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Ok, this is not fair.  I can’t help it… you are all I can think about… the things you do to me, the way you make me feel.”

It finally occurred to him that they were both still naked, and it suddenly didn’t seem appropriate for the conversation they were having.  He handed her the t-shirt that she had been wearing and pulled on his boxers. Angel grabbed her arms and pulled her down on the edge of the bed next to him after they were both semi-dressed.

“Willow, why do you think I’m here tonight?”

“Boredom?”

“Don’t do that.  Don’t talk like that.  I’m here because I can’t stop thinking about you, either.  I don’t know what it means anymore than you do.  All I know is that I want to be with you, beside you, inside you all the damn time.  Does that mean I don’t love Buffy anymore?  No… It’s different for me and Buffy.  I can’t be with her.  You have to know, Willow, that if I could, I would be with Buffy.  But I can’t, so…”

“So you’re with me instead,”  she stated quietly.

“I didn’t mean it that way…”  he tried to explain once he realized how he sounded.

“Yes, you did.  You meant that if you could be with Buffy the same way that you are with me, you would.”

“Willow, you bring out a different side to me.”

“I think you should leave, Angel.”

Tears were forming in her green eyes as she stood from the bed, trying to put as much distance between herself and Angel as possible.

“Willow, this is supposed to be about pleasure, remember?  You, me, exploring the dark side together.  Sex?”

“I got it, Angel… I know what this is supposed to be.  You teaching me about pain.  You’ve done a good job.”

“That’s not fair, Willow.  We went into this thing with a set of rules, and rule number one was that it was just sex.  I guess I forgot that you’re just a little girl, and that you’re not ready for this sort of a relationship.”

Willow crossed the room in a few short strides and slapped Angel soundly across his face.

He rubbed his cheek with a smirk, feeling his cock start to harden at her display.

“Who the hell are you to tell me what I’m ready for?  My  parents, Oz, Xander… Buffy… everybody tries to tell me what I am, and what I’m not.  I thought you were different.”

“Don’t start that, Willow.  You came to me, remember?  You asked me to help you find out who you are.  And I’ve done everything you’ve asked.  You’re trying to make it sound as if I don’t care about you, Willow, and you’re wrong.  I do.  You brought me back.”

“So, you’re fucking me out of some sense of obligation… gratitude?”

“Stop twisting my words.  Sit down and listen to me.”

Willow stood beside the bed, defiantly glaring at Angel, her arms crossed angrily.  Angel wanted her.  He knew he had to have her again.  She was beautiful and erotic he just had to make her understand that.

“Fine, Willow, stand there and listen to me.  I said that I would be with Buffy if I could.  And I would be.  I love her, and I’ve never once implied or given you any reason to think that I don’t,”  he lectured,  “But, Willow, I would still be with you, too.  If that makes me a bastard, then so be it.  You give me something that Buffy can’t… couldn’t… even if we could make love.  She isn’t you, and while I’m sure that making love with her would be wonderful, I can guarantee that she wouldn’t give me the same release that you do.  Can you imagine Buffy allowing herself to be… treated the way you allow me to treat you?”

“She loves you… she’d do anything you want.”

“But do you think she’d enjoy it?  Enjoy it the way you and I do?  Despite what you think, Willow, you and I are just alike.  We both have a side of ourselves that we want to suppress.  We both have these demons that we are trying to deny.  And it won’t work.  I want you, Willow.  I want to tie you up, and I want to spank you, and I want to fuck you.  And I want to hold you, and kiss you, and caress you.  This thing that we’re doing is not going to stop.  I won’t allow it to.  We are both going to have doubts, and be unsure and have questions, and our set of rules can and will be redefined throughout the course of our relationship.  We made a new rule tonight.  My house for your lessons, your house for pleasure.  I don’t want to fight with you anymore…  I just want to be inside of you.”

Willow’s resolve was slipping with each of Angel’s words.  Her anger dissipated and the familiar ache grew in the pit of her stomach.  She jumped into his arms, straddling him on the bed, her mouth seeking his as she ground her heat against his hardness.
 

“Willow,”  Angel growled against her mouth, kissing her with a deep intensity that he never allowed himself to have with Buffy.

Their tongues clashed, fighting.  Angel brought his hands around her back, hugging her tightly against his body, engulfing her small form.  Willow’s fingers tangled in his dark hair, roughly holding his head still as she gave herself over to the sensations Angel always awakened in her.

Angel was actually aching for her.  Even though they had had sex once already, his need had grown for her ten-fold, and he knew she felt the same.  This urgency, this passion was different.  They were now two souls, or demons, that needed to feed from each other or die.  His hands slipped from around her back and roughly slid over her buttocks, pressing her sex against his erection.  He grasped her cheeks, brutally squeezing them apart.

Willow tore her mouth from his, and low, guttural moan escaping her lips and, without thinking, she bit harshly into his shoulder.

Angel thrust up against her, his body convulsing at her show of need.  Flipping them over, he tore her t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the side.  Lowering his head to her breasts, he greedily sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, coarsely pinching the other between his fingers.  Willow bucked against him, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips as she felt his cock sliding against her wet slit through his boxers.

“Oh, God… Angel… fuck me… now, Angel… fuck me…”  she cried, pushing his boxers down with her hands.

Angel pulled himself away just enough to allow her to push his boxers around his knees before quickly thrusting inside of her.

Willow cried out as he filled her dripping channel with his hardness.  He held her body as still as he could with his hands, pumping inside her quivering body with a series of short, hard thrusts.   Willow fought against him, struggling in his grasp.  When she raked her nails across his back, he released his grip slightly, just enough for her to shock him by flipping them back over.

Willow took control now, aggressively thrusting her body up and down on his hard shaft.  Angel’s hands kneaded her breasts, leaving the imprints of his fingers behind.

Willow clenched her walls tightly around his cock, coming in a hard scream.

As Willow came down from her orgasm, Angel once again flipped them over, holding Willow’s ankles, spreading her legs as he thrust deeply inside her, spilling his cold seed deep inside her womb.

He released her ankles before dropping on top of her, exhausted.

“My God, Willow… how could you think that I don’t want you?”  He mumbled.

Willow was silent for a moment.  She held him to her, drawing lazy circles on his back with her fingers.

"I know you want…that you need." There was a slight quaver in her voice. "When we have sex…is…is it me you're fucking?  Or are you fantasizing about Buffy? I don't need you to love me.  I just want to know it's really me that you're with when we do this."

Angel raised up on his elbows.  He had been right, in a way, to say that she was a little girl.  Insecurities were hard to let go of, even when they were unfounded.  A little truth on his part would go a long way to settling some of her doubts. He looked directly into her eyes when he spoke.

"Yes.  I'm with you when we're having sex.  Buffy has never even crossed my mind when I'm with you, like this." He paused, hating to say the next words aloud, but knowing he had to do it for Willow's sake. "I think about you, though…when I'm with Buffy. I don't mean to, but sometimes when I'm kissing her, it's your face that I see."

Willow's mouth opened and she tried to speak, but her brain couldn't form any words.  Instead, she let a wistful smile spread across her face and wriggled, letting him know she wanted to move.  Angel rolled off her and Willow stood, going to her dresser to pull out a nightshirt.  Angel watched her, not sure why she hadn't responded to his confession.  Maybe it had scared her.

Willow turned to him. "I'm going to take a shower.  You can come with me, if you want." She turned at the door as she was walking out, "I don't want to replace Buffy in your life, not ever.  I just needed to know that I count, that I matter...that I'm not the door prize."

Rising up from the bed, Angel moved to follow her to the bathroom.  Her question had left him with one of his own.  Was she thinking about Oz when she was laying down for him?  His ego rebelled at the idea, and Angel knew that he was going to have to ask her.  Not tonight, though.  They'd had enough talking for tonight.

Willow leaned her head back, letting the hot water sluice over her hair.  It felt so good!  Something about sex seemed to make her crave water.  It wasn't that she felt dirty afterwards, it was more like a renewal of energies.  The water washed away the tension in her muscles and more often than not, soothed the bruises that Angel left on her body.  And water was a symbol of fertility…not that anything like that could happen with Angel…her mind knew that, but maybe her body didn't.

There was a brief rush of cool air as Angel entered the shower.  Willow opened her eyes and smiled lazily at him.  She'd been hoping he'd follow her in.  She scooted a little to her left, allowing the water to hit both of their bodies.

Angel ducked his head, damping his hair.  His fingers strayed to Willow's hips.  It was getting damn hard to keep his hands off of her.  Willow tugged his neck down, bringing his lips to meet hers.  She gently nibbled and sucked at his lower lip, feeling his physical reaction jump against her bare flesh.

Willow turned, taking a bottle of body wash out of the shower caddy.  She squeezed a generous amount into her hand, working it into a lather.  Beginning with his shoulders, she rubbed her soapy hands down his torso, lingering over his chest and nipples, dipping into his navel, and caressing his abdomen.  Angel leaned against the wall, sucking in an unnecessary breath when she almost, but not quite, touched his erection.  Instead, she continued down his body, pausing to get more of the wash, and working over his butt, thighs, and calves.  Willow tapped his foot, indicating that she needed him to lift it. When she ran her fingers between his toes, Willow heard something that she never had before.  Angel giggled.  Willow looked up at him in surprise.  Angel was ticklish!  The thought that a vampire could be ticklish appealed to her.  She turned to the other foot, eliciting the same reaction from him.  Rinsing her hands, she filed the information away for future use.

"Is that it?" Angel sounded disappointed.

"Did I forget something?" Willow's words were coy.

"Oh, I think you did."

"Well, I'll just have to fix that won’t I." She placed her hands on his chest, twisting his nipples gently.  She paused, a confused look on her face. "You're not cold anymore.  Is it because of the water?"

Angel nodded.  It wasn't a particularly pleasant thought for most people.  Vampires weren't ice cold. They were, well, room temperature.  They're body heat depended on their environment.  Maybe that was the reason quite a few vampires preferred tropical or sub-tropical haunts.

Reaching for the body wash yet again, Willow kneeled on the floor of the shower.  She lathered her hands well before placing them around his cock.  Angel twitched at her first touch, feeling the tension building in him.  The scent of the soap she was using hit him again.  It was vanilla.  No wonder she always smelled so sweet.  He relaxed his shoulders against the shower wall and closed his mind to all but the feel of her hands on his body.

Willow worked her hand up and down his shaft, enthralled by the silky texture.  His penis had always felt soft and velvety to the touch, but now the wetness and soap made it seem even smoother.  She jerked on it lightly at first, then more roughly.  Moving one hand to his testicles, she caressed them, squeezing the sac.

She sped her motions.  Willow watched him as his hips thrust forward, looking up to his face. Angel's expression was passive. The only thing belying the tension building in him was the flaring of his nostrils.  Removing her hands, she cupped them, catching the spray of the shower in her hand and dumping it over him, speeding the rinse process.  She wanted him to moan for her.

Grabbing his hips, Willow ran her tongue down the underside of his erection and down to his scrotum.  She sucked first one, then the other of his glans into her mouth.  Angel groaned quietly and rested his hand on her damp head.  She ran her tongue around them, swirling, careful not to suck too hard.  The hair was rough against her tongue.  A heat was growing between her own legs, a heat not caused from the shower.  She squirmed slightly and pressed her thighs together.

Angel made a small sound of protest as Willow moved her mouth away from his sac.  Willow quickly cupped him with her hand and moved her mouth to the tip of his cock, lightly scraping the tip with her teeth before plunging her mouth down around him.  Angel grunted, surprised by her sudden action.  Willow was applying just the right amount of pressure, moving her tongue and opening her throat just like he'd instructed her to do.  He moved his hands to her shoulders, pressing them beneath his fingers, encouraging her.  Her mouth was hot against his straining cock, her tongue savage against him.  Angel could feel the pressure building in him as her mouth sent him near the edge.  Willow knew her lover's signs well enough to know he was close.  She snaked one of the fingers that were clutching his scrotum back to his anus.  She hesitated a moment, not sure of how he would react, then worked her finger up inside of him.

The sensation was too much for Angel and he gripped her shoulders as his orgasm tore through him. He hoarsely yelled her name, "Willow!", as his seed rocketed into her waiting mouth.  She sucked harder and swallowed, milking every last drop from him.  Slowly, she removed her finger from him, his cock twitching at every little movement she made.  Angel pulled her up against his chest, plundering her mouth with his own, enjoying the lingering taste of him that was still in her mouth.  He broke off the kiss and whispered into her ear.

"Where did that idea come from?"

"I…don't know.  I just thought you might…didn't you like it?"

“Oh, yeah. I liked it…a lot.  You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“One or two.”  Willow grinned mischievously at him, happy that she was able to please him.

Angel stared at her for a few seconds, the thoughts behind his dark eyes unfathomable.  Finally, he ran his fingers down to her nipple, tweaking one of the rosy peaks.  Willow moaned and leaned into him.

“Someone else needs a little attention, don’t they, Willow?”

She nodded her head then lay it down on his chest. Angels hands moved down her body, caressing her abdomen, then dropped between her legs.  Willow was sopping wet, and Angel could tell it was not just because they were in the shower.  Willow whimpered and clung to his neck with both arms, her legs weak beneath her.  The combination of the steam heat from the shower and their earlier exertions were making her feel woozy and lightheaded.  Angel supported her with one hand on her buttocks, the other between her folds.
He separated her legs slightly, allowing him better access. He was amazed at her stamina and desire.  Her little sounds of pleasure made his cock jump in response, and he realized he was getting hard again.  It seemed like there was no end of his desire for her.

Angel rubbed his thumb over her clit, circling the nub with his thumb.  Willow groaned and placed small kisses on his chest, still hanging on to him for dear life.  Angel entered her with first one, then another finger and built a lazy rhythm, his thumb never leaving her clitoris.  Willow shook under his ministrations, nearing the edge, but still didn’t come.  Angel was getting ready to carry her from the shower, to allow her to regain her strength, when Willow spoke.  She panted out her words in a low voice.

“You…inside me…please.”

Angel quickly complied and moved so that his shoulders were slightly leaning against the wall for support.  He lifted her and swiftly lowered her down on his erection.  Willow was so light that it took almost no effort for him to do the work for both of them.  Angel moved her up and down on his shaft while Willow clung to him, keening her satisfaction.  Her walls were gripping him with all the strength she had left, and she ground her clit into his pelvis.  Within a minute of him entering her, Willow was coming, breathlessly shouting his name as she shuddered in pleasure.  She collapsed against him as he continued thrusting into her. His mouth was against her neck, and he was tempted to bite her there.  Instead, he turned his head, shallowly sinking his fangs into her shoulder.  Angel drew the sweet nectar from her as he thrust into her one more time, bathing her insides with his semen.

After a moment, Angel easily repositioned her so that he was cradling her in his arms.  He let the water run over them a few minutes, before stepping out of the shower.  Willow held onto him tightly as they dripped water onto the bathroom floor.

She spoke in a weak voice, “I thought you said no biting.”

“I said no biting on the neck.  I bit you the last time we were together, remember?”  he reminded her, suddenly embarrassed by his behavior.

“But… we didn’t… we’ve never… my house, Angel,”  she sputtered.

She was angry with him.  Biting went along with the things that they did at his house, not hers.  If she hadn’t been so exhausted by their activities, as well as being slightly light-headed from the steam and the small amount of blood she lost, she would have kicked him out.

Angel sighed deeply, realizing that he had crossed a line, broken a rule that they had written less than an hour before.  He carefully placed Willow so that she was sitting on the edge of the sink and dried her off.  She didn’t speak another word to him, her eyelids drooping as he softly caressed her body with a big fluffy towel.

After pulling her t-shirt over her head, he carried her back to her bedroom.  She was almost asleep, and this worried Angel a little.  He knew she was mad, and expected the redhead’s wrath.  The things that they had done together had been exhausting, but it seemed as if Willow was actually having a hard time staying awake.

“Willow?”  Angel asked after he had tucked her under the covers.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him before allowing them to fall closed again.

“Willow?”  he shook her shoulders gently, becoming more concerned.

“Angel?”  she mumbled.

“What’s wrong, Willow?  I didn’t take that much blood…”

“I’m a little anemic…”

“What?”

“Just a little, Angel… I always am after my period… I’ll be all right in the morning… just go…”  she sounded as if she were drunk.

“I can’t leave you like this… I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me.”

“I didn’t think you were going to feed from me.”

“I wouldn’t have if you had told me… Don’t fall asleep on me again,”  he admonished as she started to drift off.

“Should have asked first…”

“Willow, where are your iron pills?”

“Beside my bed… in the drawer.”

Angel reached in the drawer and found them quickly.   Taking one from the bottle, he placed it on her tongue and she swallowed it easily.

“I’m fine, Angel.  I just need to sleep.  Please?  Leave?”  she whispered.

“Are you sure?”  he asked, afraid to leave her alone.

“Yes, Angel… I want you to go.”

She drifted off again, but Angel didn’t leave yet.  He felt horrible.  He should have asked her, or given her some warning of what he was going to do.  He had bitten her before, and she hadn’t said a word to him.  As a matter of fact, after they were done she had enough energy to take a shower.  But she had mentioned her period, so this could just be something that she only had to deal with once a month.

Angel hated what he’d done.  Even though he had no reason to suspect that she was anemic, and had no reason to think that she would object to him biting her, he knew that the rules that they had set up to differentiate between their two houses had been broken.

He sat watching her for hours.  Shortly after four, she began to stir and he quickly moved to the bed to sit beside her, smoothing her hair out of her face.

“Why are you still here?”  she asked.

“I had to make sure that you’re all right.”

“I told you that I’m fine.  I just needed some sleep,”  she grumbled.

“I needed to see it with my own eyes, and I’m still not entirely convinced.”

Willow pulled herself up and leaned back on the headboard,  “Angel, I’m fine.  I know myself much better than you do.  The sun will be coming up soon, and I really think you need to leave.”

“Don’t you want to talk about this… let me apologize?”

“No, I don’t.  I trusted you to let me be in control here in my house.  I invited you inside, and you took that control away from me, and I ended up making a fool of myself.”

“How did you make a fool of yourself?”

“I almost passed out, Angel.  I feel like an idiot.”

“No, Willow… I did that.  It’s my fault, and I’m sorry.  I really and truly am.”

“Just go, Angel.  Please?  I don’t want to talk about this anymore, and if you stay much longer, you’ll be stuck here all day.”

“All right, Willow, I’ll go.  Is this it?  Is it over?”

His questions were greeted by her silence.  He stood from the bed, bent over and brushed a kiss across her forehead before slipping out her balcony door into the night.

The End!!
 

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