The day had been gorgeous.
Sunny, with big fluffy marshmallow clouds hanging in a deep blue sky.
The temperature had hit eighty degrees, a real treat in February, even
in Sunnydale. The night was shaping up
just as nice. Willow walked up to the door of the mansion, stopping to read the note taped to the door. 'Go to the bedroom, shut the door, wait ten minutes and then find me...if you can. A.' A smile crept across Willow's face.
It had been an incredibly long day. She'd stayed late at the library, helping Giles and the rest of the gang research the possible existence of the Boogey man. Incredible, all those years of refusing to let any part of her body creep from beneath the covers at night might not have been wasted. She'd finally made an excuse and left. Giles had arched an eyebrow as she gathered her things, but hadn't said anything. She really needed to tell him about the change in her relationship with Angel. Almost skipping, Willow went inside, hurried to the bedroom and shut the door. One of her dresses was laid out on the bed, a short sleeved gauze cotton number, perfect for a warm evening. She slipped out of her overalls, shirt, and after a brief hesitation, here underthings and pulled the dress over her head, then sat on the edge of the bed, waiting the ten minutes that Angel had asked for. They crept by, but finally it was time. Willow stuck her head out the door and called, "Ready or not, here I come!"
Three quarters of an hour later, Willow wandered back into the main room. She'd searched every nook and cranny of the mansion, Tupelo Honey keeping her company. She'd started getting an oogy feeling. Too many thoughts about the Boogey man. Looking around the room, Willow tried to decide what she'd missed. The kitten was sitting over by the door, looking at Willow expectantly. She shrugged, and headed outside.
Large candles burned in the courtyard. She looked to the left, and there was a mattress with a soft quilt laying on it. A tray was sitting next to it, with little bits of cheese, fruit, and pickles. Willow grinned, knowing that they were Kosher dills, her favourite. A bottle of Moet and two champagne flutes added to the spread. Only one thing missing.
Willow jumped as two strong hands encircled her waist, pulling her back against a hard body. Angel traced small kisses up her neck and nibbled her earlobe. "Surprised, Willow?"
She brought her hands up to his head, running her fingers through his hair. "Mmhmm. What's this for?"
His hands moved to her hips, rubbing small circles. "It's so warm tonight. I thought you might like to sleep under the stars."
Turning, she found his mouth with hers, tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue, then snaking inside to find his. Angel lifted her off the ground, bringing her up even with him, holding her close as they kissed. His instincts were to throw her down and take her, but he didn't want to rush things tonight. He set her down gently on her feet, and they walked over to the mattress.
Popping the cork on the bottle, he poured two glasses of champagne. He took a piece of mango and brought it to her lips. "Have you eaten, yet?"
Willow shook her head and sucked the mango into her mouth. He put a hand on her shoulder, indicating that he wanted to sit. Angel began to feed her, a bit of cheese, a grape, and a strawberry. She chewed each bite meticulously, knowing he was taking pleasure from watching her eat. Willow snatched an orange slice from the tray, popping it into his mouth. He ate it, to please her.
After her hunger was satisfied, she finally spoke, "Aren't you worried that something nasty might come and eat us while we're preoccupied?"
"Not really. You did the uninvite ritual. I think that this should count as part of the house. Besides, I want to see the moon reflected in your eyes when I make you come."
Willow sucked in her breath and took a drink of the champagne. She wiggled her dress over her hips and pulled it off. "Your turn. Undress for me."
Angel stood, and started
to undress. He was deliberate in his actions, knowing that she liked
looking at his body. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, shrugging it
off his shoulders, then moved to undo his pants. Willow brushed his
hands aside, unbuttoning his trousers, and pulling the zipper down.
She smiled to see he had on black silk boxers. Angel toed his shoes
off, and Willow pushed the pants around his ankles and he stepped out of
them. He started to pull the boxers off, but she stopped him.
Leaning forward she took his growing erection into her mouth, and bit gently
into the silk. Angel grunted at the sensation of her warm mouth encasing
him inside the softness of the material. Willow sucked gently, bring
his cock to full attention. He clenched her hair between his fingers,
thrusting his hips forward. It was maddening. There wasn't
quite enough room in the boxers to allow her to take him completely into
his mouth. Willow continued to bob her head up and down, the silk now wet
with her saliva. Her hands cupped his sac, squeezing slightly.
She inched her index finger backwards, pushing against his anus.
The sensation shot a bolt of urgent desire through his body, and with a
hoarse whisper of her name he came. Willow increased the suction,
drawing his semen into her mouth through the material.
When Angel's body stopped jerking, she pulled the wet underwear down his body.
Angel smiled at her. "That wasn't exactly what I had planned."
"We've got plenty of
time. Besides, you're not the only one who's good at suprises."
Willow watched as Angel
snuffed out all of the candles except one. He walked back to her
and they both lay down on the mattress. He covered her mouth with
his, their tongues tangling in a wicked dance. Bringing his hand
to her nipple, he rubbed the puckered skin with his thumb. She moaned
into his mouth and fondled his stirring member. He wanted to tease
her, to bring her to the brink and leave her quivering. Drawing her
other nipple into his mouth, he flicked his tongue back and forth over
the taut skin. A little whimper escaped her
lips and her attentions to him became more urgent. Angel swirled the nipple, sucking hard, and brought his hand to the downy curls between her legs, gently pinching her clit between his thumb and index finger. A shiver ran through her body, and Willow pressed into him. He slid a finger inside her silky wetness, eliciting another whimper. One more finger, one more whimper. He stroked her upper wall, hitting her sensitive g-spot. Willow groaned loudly, no longer touching him, lost for the moment in her own desires. Continuing the rhythm, he pushed his thumb down on her nub, making her jerk her hips forward. She was at the brink, but he slowed his movements for a moment, making her wait.
"Open your eyes, Little Girl. I want you to look at me when you come."
Willow's green eyes
flew open. They were slightly glazed over with lust. Angel smiled
and gazed down at her as he began working his fingers in and out of her
again. A series of breathy groans were coming from her.
With extreme effort, she kept her eyes open as she felt her orgasm hit. Angel watched her, loving the changes that came and went on her face. Willow felt as if she'd pass out from the intensity of it, the orgasm seeming to last for minutes.
When it finally passed,
Angel withdrew his hand and rolled her over, half on her side, half on
her stomach. He drew her leg up towards her chest, and quickly entered
her cum-slicked passage. Willow jerked at the new sensation.
They'd never done it in this position. The night and the heat between
her legs filled her senses as she pushed back against him, eager for another
orgasm. Angel put his hand between her legs, rubbing her again, and
placed tiny bites and kisses over her shoulders.
Angel moved faster,
willing them both towards fulfilment. Willow grabbed at the quilt,
mewling. She wanted, no, needed to touch him. She put her hand
on top of his, urging him to move more quickly. Angel could feel
her start to shake beneath him and his cock pulsing as he waited for her
to come before allowing himself release. Neither of them heard the
footsteps at the top of the stairs.
Xander sat down on
the step. He'd stopped short once he'd heard the sounds of lovemaking.
He was supposed to be bringing Angel to the library. Giles had mentioned
that maybe there might be some old Irish folktales
that might have some insight into the Boogey man dilemma. Xander had jumped at the chance to get out of the library, even though Giles had insisted he not leave. He'd shrugged him off, told Giles and Buffy goodbye and had left. And now he knew that Angel was screwing someone else. Poor Buffy, this was going to kill her.
He knew he should leave, but was aroused at the sights and sounds before him. All he could really see were the lover's legs, but that and the moaning was turning him on. He needed to go, now. He stood to leave, and stopped short when he heard the woman Angel was taking cry out. Her voice brought a chill to his heart.
"Angel, oh, god, Angel. I love you."
Willow writhed beneath Angel, crying out her love and need for him as she spun into another orgasm. At her words, Angel left himself go, spilling inside of her. He kissed her neck. "I love you, too." They settled into a comfortable embrace.
Hundreds of images
were spinning through Xander's mind; Willow laughing at one of his silly
jokes; Willow smacking him when he had the audacity to suggest that She-ra
was a wussy; the two of them playing outside in the fort they'd built from
cardboard boxes; the look on her face when they had kissed that first time;
Angel and Willow making love. He turned and walked on weak legs back
towards the library. A small part of his heart closed up.
Willow and Angel were
drifting off into a light sleep. There'd be time for more lovemaking
later. Angel listened intently for a moment, thinking he heard something.
The kitten jumped onto the mattress, settling at their feet. Angel relaxed
and held the woman he loved as they drifted into slumber.
Xander hadn't even gotten a block from the mansion before an old van pulled up next to him. Oz pushed the passenger door open.
"Xander. Get in."
Sighing, Xander crawled into the van. Oz looked at him a moment, waiting for him to say something. The dazed look and Xander's unusually quiet demeanor told Oz what he needed to know.
"So, I stopped by the library. Buffy said you'd gone to get Angel. Guess you found him, huh."
Xander looked at Oz for a moment. Realization came slowly to him, but when the truth hit him, he didn't know if he should be pissed off or laugh. "You knew?"
Oz gave him one of his almost smiles. "Yeah. About three weeks now. She told me."
Xander exploded. "Why
the hell did she tell you? Why didn't she tell me? How come
she's fucking that undead asshole? How can she love him? Doesn't
she know what this will do to the whole group dynamic thing?
Why do all the great women wind up fucking or slaying vampires?"
"Well, because I figured it out, she was afraid to tell you, there was something to do with her virgin blood, I don't know, yes, and because some women just like a little bit of danger. I think that covers it. Want a beer? I've got a couple in the cooler."
Considering his family history, Xander wasn't too big on drinking but if ever a situation called for a little alcohol to dull the pain, this was it. He nodded and gratefully accepted the beer that Oz offered. Oz popped one for himself and they sat in silence for awhile, nursing their drinks.
Oz finally spoke, "So, what are you going to do now?"
"What do you mean what am I going to do? I've got to tell Buffy what's going on."
"What do you mean, why? It's kind of obvious. Her best friend and her boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend are doing the horizontal tango behind her back."
Oz considered his words, then shrugged. "Maybe you ought to ask yourself why you want to tell her."
"'Scuse me? No one said want to, I've got to."
Xander was getting a little pissed. Why was Oz trying to talk him out of this? Willow had hurt Oz just as much, if not more than Xander by being with that bloodsucker. //Oh. //
"You think I want to tell Buffy, because it'll end their friendship and Willow will be in pain, too, instead of screaming I love you's at the top of her lungs while that demon fucks her."
Oz grinned a little. "Screaming, huh? Guess we both kind of lost out on that."
"You are being *way * too fucking calm for someone who's lost his girlfriend to a cold-blooded undead guy."
"And you are being *way * too fucking out of control for someone who's not. It's over. I can deal. Can you? You want to hurt Willow, to hurt Buffy? You've got the power, man. But it won't just be Willow and Buffy that aren't buds anymore. It'll be all of you."
Xander leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Oz was right. It would all be over if he told Buffy. And he wasn't ready to give that up just yet. "Maybe I should talk to Willow. Try and talk some sense into her. She should probably be the one to tell Buffy, when she's ready. I just can't believe my little Willow is doing this."
Oz took another pull from the can. "She's not you're little Willow. She's not mine. She's not Angel's. She's her own." Oz pushed the gearshift into drive. "What say we go get another six and head to the arcade?"
Xander nodded, "Yeah. A little mindless violence would suit me just fine."
Willow woke up, cold and shivering. It was getting a little nippy out. She roused Angel from his dozing and they both crawled underneath the quilt. They lay in each other's arms, looking at the stars.
Willow shivered again and curled up closer. "It's so pretty out here. This weather can't last."
"You're right. It's going to get cold again tomorrow night."
She raised her head to look at him, "How do you know that? Is that some vampire trick?"
Angel laughed, a low sound, deep in his throat. "No, it's a weather channel trick. You're the one who insisted I had to have a television, VCR and cable."
Willow was slightly disappointed. "Oh."
Angel put the back of his hand to her cheek, stroking it lightly. "I do have a few vampire tricks up my sleeve, if you'd like to see them."
Willow batted her eyelashes innocently. "Really? Would those tricks be of a sexual nature?"
disappeared beneath the quilt. A few moments later soft sighs were
the only sounds echoing through the courtyard.