PART 18

Angel walked into the apartment and  rushed up the stairs. He smiled at he saw the bookbag next to the sofa and took off his jacket. He began looking for the redhead that set him a flame. He headed to the second landing and heard the shower. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he reached the door. He carefully opened it and entered, the steam greeting him. He throw his shirt on the floor as he looked at the woman before him. He looked on as the water dripped down her body. He hardened as he saw her hands touch her arms and slide down her body, pushing the soap off her.  He quickly took off his pants, soaks and shoes, ready to join her.

Willow let the water fall on her face, her eyes closed. She felt a sudden draft and smiled, knowing who should be behind her. She felt his hands touch her waist, the hands she had ached for, were now traveling up her body, tracing the curve of her breast with his fingers.  He pressed her body against his, the water splashing down both of them. Her neck tilted to the side as his mouth began to suckle on the wet warm flesh he missed. His hands
cupped her breasts as his fingers rubbed her hardened nipples. Willow began to moan his name, her hands moving to touch him from behind. His fingers pulled on the hardened tips making her moan louder. She squeezed the only flesh she could touch, as one of his hands moved passed her stomach, traveling lower. He slipped his index inside her dripping core, softly stoking it.

“Angel...”

“Have you missed me?” he seductively whispered into her ear, as his tongue licked her lope.

Willow nodded her head as her hips began to rock to the rhythm of his hand. Her moans became louder as he increased the pressure, moving his hand faster, deeper, his mouth returning to lick the wet droops of water off her neck. She whimpered as his hand retreated, she had been so close. Angel’s mouth began to travel down her back, leaving a trail of wet kisses and small bites, exciting Willow further. His leg parted her legs further, his hands holding her by her waist. He carefully kneeled, his mouth kissing the small of her back. Willow tensed, unsure as to what he was going to do.  Her head fell back, a cry of pure pleasure escaping her lips as new sensations invaded her body as he tasted her from behind. Her knees became weak, forcing her to bend forward, her hands leaning on the white tiled wall. Willow’s cries of ecstasy were music to his ears. His own need growing to an
unbearable level. His fingers snaked to the front and pitched her swollen clitoris. It proved to be her undoing. She came, screaming his name.  Without a moments hesitation, he moved his body swiftly between her legs, his tongue soon replacing his wet fingers, licking the potion that had him bewitched. Willow hardly heard him, still caught up in her pleasure.  She looked down and smiled, stepping back until her back hit  the other wall. Angel
stood up, his predator instincts taking over as he looked at Willow cower to the corner of the tub.  She wanted to look innocent, to look fearful of his advances, knowing he would love it, he liked games and she loved playing. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, but Angel took a hold of her wrists and pinned them on either side to
the wall. His mouth claimed hers as his knee separated her legs, plastering his body against hers. Willow tried
to resist, play along as much as she could, but it was too hard. His hands left her wrists, cupping her ass, pushing her up, as she wrapped her legs around him. He positioned himself, breaking away from the kiss. Angel grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands out of his hair and pinned them once more against the wall. He kissed her roughly, his tongue plunged into her mouth as he thrusted into her, burying his cock into the warmth he craved. His thrusts were urgent, greedy and needy. Her words urged him on, wanting to make her come first.

“Faster...Angel...harder...please...,” she panted.

He thrust into her harder, quicking his pace. His mouth found her neck as he felt her muscles clench around his manhood. His fangs pierced her soft skin as she came, her orgasm more powerful then the first, fueled by this bite. Angel joined her in blissful delight a moment later, filling her with his seed. He let go of her wrists, his hands needing the support of the wall to hold him up. Her arms instinctively wrapped around him, feeling his body
tremble against her own shaking body. They remained silent a time, rejoicing  in the feel of each other.

“Did you miss me?” Willow asked, her mouth suckling on his earlobe.

Angel chuckled, regaining a bit of his strength. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands caressing her back.

“A little,” he teased.

“Me too.”
 

Willow awoke shivering. She looked up the person holding her tightly and smiled. She pulled the sheet higher up, snuggling closer to him. She was drifting off to sleep when she heard his voice.

“Willow?”  She lazily looked up at him, a smile on her face. His hand caressed her cheek as his eyes gazed into hers.  “Good nap?”

 “I seem to rest better in your arms.”

“I really don’t want to move, but we have to get going.”

“So soon?”

“We haven’t even packed.”

“I know. I just hate having to move, when this is all I’ve wanted to do this past week.”

“Come on, you haven’t even eaten. I’ll cook you something.”

“Ohhhh, you can cook?” she asked impressed.

“I’ll have you know I am a gourmet cook.”

“This I have to see.”

“You will. I’ll cook, you start picking out your clothes,” he told her as he placed a kiss on her forehead and started moving off the bed. Instead of following suit, Willow laid down on the mattress. She looked on, enjoying the way his ass moved as he walked toward the dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxers and one of his black T-shirts. He pulled on the boxers, then turned to see Willow on the bed smiling at him. He walked back to the bed and handed her the shirt. “Remember, pick out the clothes your taking, I’ll call you when the food’s ready”, he told her with a smile.  He left the room, leaving Willow, utterly happy with her life.
 

Willow ate her omelet and with two pancakes on the side. This wasn’t what she usually ate at three in the orning, but her stomach accepted it gladly. Once she and Angel ate, they tackled the horrible task of packing. An hour later, their suitcases where packed and the taxi came to pick them up. Willow still looked on in amazement as she stepped inside of the plane. She headed to the mini bar.

“Do you think it’ll work?” Willow asked as she took out a bottle of orange juice from the small fringe.

“It will, but we need to start calling right now.”

“Me first?”

Angel nodded as he handed her his cell phone. Willow took it and dialed the number.

An alert voice answered. “Hello?”

“Giles, it’s Willow”

“Willow...is everything all right?”

“No...Giles, my parents need me to stay at home to wait for an important package that they need. They had to leave last night on their business trip instead of tonight.”

“Oh dear...”

“I can catch a later flight.”

“I’ll have to talk to Angel..,” he said as he heard a familiar click, “Willow can you wait, that might be him.”

“Sure.”

“Hello?”

“Giles”

“We have a bit of a problem”

“What’s wrong?”

“Willow, she needs to catch a later flight”.

“It’s not a problem Giles. Two people needed to catch a later flight anyway, I’ll take the later flight with her, you go with the rest of them this morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s not a problem. Go to the address I gave you last night. Renee will meet you in the airport.”

“All right, I’ll let Willow know. I’ll give her your number. Thank you, Angel”.

“No need to thank me Giles. We all want you to get your job back.”

“We’ll see you there.”

Giles clicked over to Willow. “Willow, I just spoke with Angel, he’ll take the later flight with you.”

“Okay.”

“Here’s his number....”

Willow hung up with Giles and went over to hug Angel.

“I hate lieing to them.”

“I know, just until the end of the week. Then we tell everyone.”
 

“Where’s Angel?” Buffy asked looking around.

“Where’s Willow?” Oz asked, seeing everyone but her.

“Willow wouldn’t make this flight, she had to wait for a package for her parents, something to that sort. She’ll be taken a later flight out with Angel.”

“Angel!” they all exclaimed.

“Are you sure it’s such a good thing for Dead-boy to go with Willow?” Xander asked worried.

“She’ll be safe.”

“But I spoke with Angel last night, I was taking the later flight with him,” Buffy lied.

“He didn’t mention that Buffy, but Willow needs to take the later flight. He told us to go.”

“But...,” Buffy began to protest.

“Flight 1528 is now boarding.”

“That’s us,” Amy said cheerfully.

“We should head over to the terminal,” Giles said as he began waking with Amy.

“She didn’t call me...,”Oz said as he looked around the airport, hoping to see her.

“Don’t worry about it, she didn’t call me either,” Xander told him as he started walking towards the terminal.

Buffy and Oz joined the rest of the gang reluctantly.
 

“Come on, Angel, tell me,” she pouted.

“No,” he said with a smile.

Willow wiggled a bit in his lap, wondering the best way to get the information from him. She looked at him and gave him her I-am-just-so-adorable- cannot-deny- anything-from-me-pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top face. Angel smiled and placed a kiss on her nose.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise, Willow, that’s why.”

“I can keep a secret.”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I tell you.”

“I’ll act surprised.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, don’t tell me, I don’t care.”

Angel chuckled. “Good, now I won’t have to tell you.” She knew he wouldn’t tell her, but she wanted to torture him. She began rocking her hips, eliciting a moan from him. “Willow.”

She slipped off his lap, and sat down on the carpet, her hand pulling him down with her. He was about to pull her into his arms for a kiss, but she pulled back. He looked at her surprised. She smiled at him wickedly and pushed him down to the floor, crawling on top of him. Angel stared at her, completely aroused by her take charge attitude. She sat up, her legs straddling him. She kissed him roughly, then pulled back, ending the contact abruntly. She winked at him and smiled.  “Then you aren’t going to tell me?”

Her mouth moved down to his neck with a combination of small bites and wet kisses.  “No.” Angel meant to say it sternly, but instead it came out like a moan.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Her hands began to unbutton his shirt slowly, but as she reached his middle button decided it was taking to long and ripped the shirt open.  Angel groaned, his erection straining against its confines. Her mouth traveled lower, her tongue licking a path down to one of his nipples.

“Do you want me to lick it?”

“Yes...”

Her tongue flickered over the hardened tip.

“Do you want me to bit it?”

Angel tried to say the word, his mind relying from the sensations her mouth was creating.  “Yes...”

Willow bit on it lightly, adding pressure slowly. “Do you want to tell me the secret later?”

Angel was about to answer with the same reply as the rest, but caught him self before he replied. “No.”

Willow looked up at him and smiled. She didn’t want to force him into saying anything. She trusted him and wanted to please him as he pleased her. She smiled and covered his nipple with her wet, hot mouth. Angel thrusted his hips up wanting to make contact with her. Willow moved her attention to his other nipple, her lips,
tongue and teeth feasting on it. Her hand moved down, to cup the bulge in his pants. She squeezed it lightly, then stoked it slowly, her mouth and other hand alternating between nipples. Angel was on the edge.  His fingers laced into her hair, holding her head close to his body.

“I’ll make you come Angel, I’ll make you come.”

Those words almost pushed him over. Willow’s mouth moved lower. Her mouth alternating from licks to teeth. Her hands unbutton his pants, her hand slowly pulling down the zipper, teasing him.

“Willow....”

She smiled as she heard her name and pulled down his pants, freeing his erection from its prison. She pulled them all the way down, tossing the jeans to the side. Her mouth traveled upward, her tongue licking the path up from his feet to his knees, up to this thighs. Angel groaned, wanting her contact on his painful shaft. Willow climbed up his legs, her warm hands cupped his balls, as her tongue swirled around his pulsating head. She began licking its sides, her mouth taking one of his balls and sucking on it. Angel was too damn close, and growled at her.
“Willow”

Her mouth traveled up, her mouth finally rewarding him for his self control. She sucked it slowly, her mouth taking him in careful, her tongue brushing against it lightly. Angel wanted more contact and thrust his hips up to her
lightly, Willow took him completely into her mouth as he had taught her. His body was on fire as her mouth took
him in and out. His hands moved to her head, urging her on. Willow’s hand continued massaging and squeezing him as her mouth moved faster, sucking harder. Angel exploded, yelling out her name
“WILLOW!”

Willow’s mouth remained over his softing member, tasting him until the final drop. Angel sat up until the sensation she provoked in his body began to lessen. He pulled her head up softly, his mouth seeking hers. “You don’t have to tell me, I like surprises,” she said against his mouth.

“So do I.”

PART 19

“Do you think they heard us?” Willow asked worried, curled in Angel’s arms on the couch.

He looked down at her, loving the way she looked in his shirt.  “I’m sure they know your name,” he teased. She buried her head in his chest, her face completely red.

Angel laughed, reacting to her response. “They probably think we’re animals in heat or something.”

“We haven’t tried it like that yet.” he said, an image popping in his mind.

“What?” she looked up at him and noticed his eyes darkened.

Once she realized what he meant, she hit him lightly on the chest.

“Or we can try that?”

Willow’s eyes widened, getting a visual of a spanking. “Angel!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it?”

Her face reddened as she bit her lower lip, burying her head once more in his chest.  He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

“Tired?”

“A little, you know you can take a lot out of a girl.”

Angel smiled innocently at her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

He turned off the television and got up, picking up Willow and carrying her in his arms. He entered the darkened bedroom and placed her on the bed, slipping his boxers off and joining her under the covers. Willow pulled off her shirt, welcoming Angel into her arms, his head resting just below her breasts, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Will we get their before them?” she asked as she stroked his hair.

“We will, but I spoke with Renee and she’ll take them out to dinner so we can arrive at the house together.”

“Oh, we’re taking a taxi there?”

“No, Merle will be picking us up at the airport.”

“Good, I get to finally meet them. Will there be enough for all of us?”

“As much as I would love to share I room with you, there’s more than enough room in the house for everyone”.

“I know, I’m liking this holding you thing.”

“Me too.”

She yawned, her eyelids beginning to droop.

“We should get some sleep, it shouldn’t take too long for us to land.”

“I wish..it was more then...a five hour..trip,” sleep beckoning her.

Angel held her tighter, her breathing changing to that of sleep. He closed his eyes, wishing to stay with her forever.
 

“Mr. Giles?”

“Just Giles.”

“Welcome to New Orleans.”

“You cannot imagine how thrilled I am to have arrived.”

Renee looked over this shoulder and she saw the group of loud teenagers move closer to him.
“I’m sure you are.”

“As you may see, it was a rather long trip over.”

“Is everyone accounted for?”

“On this flight yes, Angel and Willow will be arriving later.”

“I spoke with him this morning and told me.”

She greeted the bickering group, as Giles brought to attention their rude behavior.

“I’m Renee and I’ll be escorting you to the house, but before that why don’t we get something to eat. There’s a great restaurant in the city, best Cajun food in New Orleans.”

“We need to pick up our bags,” Giles said as they began walking.  She showed them to the bag claimage center. They waited patiently, Buffy’s curiosity getting the better of her. She walked to Renee, hoping to find out what she was to Angel.

“So, you know Angel?”

Renee nodded a bit confused at the girl, <that could explain why I’m here>

“So, are you his friend?”

She knew where this was headed and refused to divulge any information.  “I know him.”

“What do you know about, Angel?”

“If you have any questions, you should ask Mr. Boyle, not me.”

“Mr. Boyle? Okay, well, I’m Buffy, Mr. Boyle’s girlfriend.”

Renee took in the bit of incorrect information and remained quite.

“So, how long have you known him?”

“A long time.”

“Really?”

She simple nodded, knowing where she was headed with her questions.

“This should be your luggage coming up,” Renee commented, hoping to get off the topic.

“I’m sure Mr. Boyle’s mentioned me.”

“Mr. Boyle is a private man. I respect and expect other people to respect mine. Mt. Boyle will be at that house later if you have any questions. I think we should get your bags and head off. I promised to have you guys at the house by eight.”
 
Buffy remained quite, knowing she wasn’t going to get any information from her. She and Angel would have a talk, she had one particular question in mind - Was Renee his *friend*?
 

 Merle saw Angel and the redhead step out of the plane, hand in hand. She smiled, realizing she had never seen him happy before, but then again, the last time she had seen him was fifteen years ago.  It only took a second for Angel to identify the person standing in the darkness by the dark sedan car. They walked up to her, greetings and introductions exchanged. They entered the car and headed to the house.

“How is Renee?” Angel asked as he wrapped his arms around Willow’s waist.

“Happy, it was her birthday last week, she loved your gift.”

“Is Jack, treating her right?”

“Better, he scheduled a small retreat to Louisiana this week, but they postponed it since you were coming.”

“She should have told me, I would have found someone else to pick them up.”

“It isn’t everyday our uncle comes to visit us. We wanted to greet you.”

“Thank you.”

“I should be thanking Willow, you even sounded happy over the phone.”

“She has that effect on me.”

Willow blushed, snuggling closer to Angel. “How are you, Merle?” Willow asked.

“Good, I’ve been pretty good. With the library, and the house and all, its kept busy.”

“Will you be staying with us?”

“I’m not sure, I have a convention planned for the middle of next week, and I have my own apartment in the city.”

“You can stay with us in the house, I think it’ll be fun,”  Willow said a bit excited.
 

“This is the house?” Willow asked, her face in complete surprise.

“That’s what I said the first time I saw it too,” Merle said as they both looked up at the mansion before them.

“It’s...it’s a plantation,” Willow said in complete shock as she looked around. As far as the eye could reach, all that could be seen were acres of tress, flowers and grass. Itwas amazing.

Angel wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her head.  “I like it,” Angel commented.

“I just thought....you said house...never mentioned a mansion, Angel, it’s beautiful.”

“Well Merle and Renee have been running it pretty well since I’ve been gone.”

“A wonderful job. Is the inside as beautiful as the outside?”

“Only one way to find out.”

With that said Angel guided Willow up the stairs of the century old house and opened the door, his arms never leaving her body. Willow stepped back in time, the decorations of the 19th century still well preserved. The entrance hall held the a magnificent chandelier with a demanding staircase in the middle. She felt as she had stepped into ‘Gone with the Wind’.  Angel was happy to see her evident happiness with the house.

“If you like this, you’ll love your room,” Angel said, whispering into her ear.

“Can we go and see it?” Willow asked her curiosity at its peak.

“Merle, have the....” Angel began to ask.

“They’ve been ready since this morning. Everything you requested has been done as requested, including the surprise.”

Willow turned to look at her, her face in complete shock. The revelation made her feel giddy.

Angel read her thoughts. His head bent, his lips reaching her ear.  “She won’t tell you, she doesn’t know about it completely, but you can torture me some more and see if I crack.”

Willow turned a bright red.

“I need to make a couple of calls, Welcome both to your home.” Merle excused herself, leaving the couple alone.

Willow turned around in his arms and looked up at him, a large smile greeting him.  “You know, I can get used to this.”

“The house?”

“No, you....this.”

“Good, because if I’m correct you’re mine”

“Really?” she asked, humorously.

“Exactly,” he said as his fingers began to tickle her.

Willow squealed, pushing him away from her. She moved to the staircase, her look turning sensual. “And do you claim what’s yours?” she asked him, her eyebrow arching up.

“Always,” he replied, his look becoming dark.

“Then you’ll have to catch me, she told him as turned and sprinted up the stairs.

Angel smiled wickedly,  “Let the games begin.”
 

Renee couldn’t wait to drop them off at the house. The only moment of peace she had had was in the car, where Mr. Giles had been kind enough to sit next to her in the front of the van. The food had been great as usual, but with the barrage of questioning from Buffy, her meal had turned bland. She gave credit to the man who could handle the rambunctious teens everyday, it had been less then four hours, but had felt like an eternity for her. Buffy kept asking her how much of a *friend* she was and if she was sick last week. She kept questing her friendship with her uncle, which she found irritating. Oz could only ask her questions about her uncle’s girlfriend, Willow - where she was, how long ago her flight had arrived, how much she loved him. Then there was Xander, all he wanted to do was buy beads and go to Bourbon street. Amy was the quietest of the bunch, only really talking to Xander, perhaps because she liked him.

Now, ten minutes away from the house, all she could wish was drop off Angel’s guests and head home, into the waiting arms of her husband, Jack. She should had brought him with her, perhaps then her sanity would still be intact.  The ‘uh’s and ah’s’ began once she reached the gates. She honked and was soon buzzed in. The questioning of the property began. She stopped the car in front of the mansion and stepped out, thankful they had arrived. They were greeted at the door by her sister, Merle.  “Welcome.”

Giles thanked Renee and greeted Merle, the others following suit, everyone but Buffy.

“Who are you?” Buffy asked suspiciously.

“Merle.”

“I’m Buffy, Mr. Boyle’s boyfriend.”

Buffy walked pass her and entered the house. Merle looked at Renee in confusion.  “Remember? Angel explained it last night on the phone.”

“It’s gonna be a long stay.”

Renee nodded as both women entered the house, closing the door behind them.
 

After introductions were made and telling them exactly where in New Orleans they where, they were told of their respective rooms. Angel greeted them in the parlor.

“Wow, this is a house, I can only imagine what you call a big house,” Xander commented.

“Thank you, Angel for all your help. This is a magnificent plantation,” Giles said, still surprised by where they would be staying.

Buffy was just looked at him angry, she hated not knowing who the two women where, or why he had never mentioned anything about his place.

Renee poked her head in, catching Angel’s eye. He excused himself and walked towards her. Buffy’s eyes followed him, glaring at the woman that had his attention.

Renee smiled and hugged him. “It’s been a long time.”

“Fifteen years.”

“Haven’t changed a bit,” she joked.

“How is Jack?”

“Home.”

“Good. Thank you, Merle and you have done a great job.”

“Remember what you said once. No one needs to thank anyone when were family.”

“I want you to meet someone.”

He rushed her up the stairs, as Buffy looked on, about to follow, but stopped by Merle. It was time for them to get their bags and take them to their rooms.
 

Willow opened the door and smiled, knowing who the petite brunette was. “Hi, Renee.”

Renee felt comfortable around the redhead, as comfortable as she was with Mr. Giles. The conversation was short and nice. She had a good feeling about her and had never seen her uncle so happy before. She was happy for them.

Renee and Angel left her room in good spirits, their conversation slipping into business and concerns relating to plantation. They walked to the stairs, never noticing the pair of eyes on them on the staircase. They walked to the study, meeting Merle on the way. They both entered the study, closing the door behind them. Buffy remained in the shadows, wishing to know what they were talking about.

 Oz wondered down the hallway, wondering which room Willow was in, and just in case, where Xander was. Angel had told them that Willow had gone to bed once they had arrived, the plane ride a bit too much for her. He hadn’t told him which room she was, but he hoped his smell could help him find her. To his disappointment, he
was not able to detect her, the new smells around him too strong. He would have to wait until tomorrow to see her. He headed back to his room, his mind set on the goal ahead.

Buffy stood in place for a good hour before they all came out of the room. Merle went to a near by closet and took out two jackets. She handed one to Renee as they headed to the door, Angel following behind them. The two women walked out of the house, as Angel turned around, peering into one of the shadows by the library.

“Good night Buffy.”

He stepped out and closed the door behind him.
 

Angel pulled the lever and carefully stepped into the dark room. He walked toward her bed, making sure not to make a sound. His eyes drank in her beauty, but not solely the body that was now his, but the glow that seeped out from her soul. He hardened, knowing she was the only one who could truly release him. He took off his
boxers, steeping out of them and walked to the side of the bed where he could lye down. He smiled as he saw what she was wearing. The green nightie shined against her pale skin. He swiftly pulled the covers off her, his eyes straying to the silkiness of her legs. His hands ached to touch her, but he didn’t want to wake her, just
yet. His fingers traced the curve of her breasts, to her waist, down past her hips. Willow moved a bit, reacting to
his touch, but did not wake. He laid his hand of her stomach, slowly pulling up her nightie, exposing her akedness. He smiled as he saw she wore no panties, the soft amber curls teasing him. His eyes traveled back up to her face, she was still in deep sleep, a smile on her face. His lips lightly kissed her eyelids, emitting a word from  Willow, pushing his erection to its fullness.

“Angel.”

It was now time to wake her. One hand hovered over soft curls as his mouth hovered over her left breast. It one moment, both sensitive areas were assaulted with sweet sensations. Angel’s mouth covered her left nipple, his teeth biting down lightly through the material while his finger slipped into her already wet core, making him moan.

Willow awoke to an urgent need. Her eyes struggled to focus as her body responded to the pleasures inflicted on her. She heard the familiar voice, the same that she dreamed of.

“Willow, you’re so wet, so wet.”

She moaned as his fingers began to move faster in her, his mouth moving to her other breast, the wetness of the material reminding her left nipple how it had been devoured. She wanted him so much it hurt. She pulled his head up with her hands and kissed him open mouth, moaning a bit louder in his mouth as his thumb began to tease her
swollen clitoris. He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes, seeing the same rush of emotions cross her face as he was feeling.

“Dreaming of me, precious?”

“Always....you...only you...” she panted.

Angel kissed her roughly, his tongue dueling with hers. She pulled back, seeking air, but also wanting something else.

“Taste me, Angel, please ..,” she pleaded breathlessly.

Her pleas were music to his ears, he kissed her, his hands slowing down their movements. He trailed kisses down her covered body, stopping as he reached her soft curls. He breathed in her scent. His tongue traced her slit, then
parted them, tasting the juices that called out to him.  Willow tried to keep quiet as possible, but it was just too
hard. She bit her lip, trying to silence the screams that came from her mouth as his tongue and fingers played in
her core. It was soon too much for her to take and came, moaning his name.

Angel couldn’t control himself any longer. Before she could calm down from her orgasm he pulled her down to him and buried himself into her, moaning her name as her walls spasmed around him. He slide in and out of her slick passage, his thrust becoming harder. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. His hand moved between her legs and his thumb caressed her clit, coaxing her to come with him. Willow bit down on her lip hard, breaking skin, drawing blood, polling on her lower lip. It had served two purposes, quieting her screams, but
mostly doing it for Angel. Her arms wraped around his body, pulling his mouth down to hers, offering him her blood.  His tongue tasted the blood in her mouth and thrust harder.  His thumb moved faster, not able to hold himself back any longer. They both came, their screams muffled by their mouths. Angel collapsed on top of her, his mouth kissing her as strong emotions and powerful sensations coursed through their bodies. Moments later Angel rolled over, pulling Willow into his arms, both too exhausted to speak.
 
PART 20

Willow awoke to an empty bed. One hand rubbed her eyes as the other pulled the cool black sheet over her top torso. She looked back down at the sheets, her mind processing the surroundings around her. She was no longer in her room, but in another.  The bed was as large as she had remembered, but the black silk sheets and curtains around the canopy bed were not there when she had fallen asleep. She was about to get up, but stopped as a door from the left side of the bedroom opened. She pulled the sheet higher against her, trying to hide behind one of the hanging curtains.  Willow strained her eyesight trying to see the person headed to the bed in the darkness. She let go of the sheet that covered her. Angel crawled into the bed next to her, smiling at her. She instantly wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his naked chest. Angel held her tightly, placing a kiss on her head, as his hands caressed her red hair.

“Where did you go?”

“I needed to feed. Did you miss me?”

“I don’t like waking up alone.”

“I didn’t mean for you to.”

“I like the curtains,” she commented, her heart aching for something, something she wasn’t sure of.

Angel could sense something was wrong. He body had tensed a bit in his arms. “Willow, what’s wrong?”

“Bite me, Angel”

“What?” he asked a bit confused.

“Bite me.”

Angel pulled back a bit, looking into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes looked a little watery. She smiled and tilted her head to the side, offering her neck. He was a bit hesitant at first, the only time he bit her was during their lovemaking. Now, as they both held each other tightly, the darkness the only cover for their naked bodies, Angel couldn’t ever remember being this intimate with anyone in his whole existence. Willow was offering everything he had always dreamed of, wished to have, prayed for. He took one final look into her soft, deep, green eyes, then leaned his head forward, his lips touching her warm, soft skin. Willow felt a tinge of pain as she felt his fangs pierce her delicate skin. She clung to him as his mouth drank her intoxicating warm sweet blood. He held her tightly as he lost himself in her magnificent taste. Making sure he did not take much, his fangs pulled back, his tongue licking the small puncture wounds. He slowly pulled her down on the bed with him, their arms securely wrapped around each other. Still in ‘game face’, Angel kissed her softly, slowly parting her lips with his tongue. The kiss ended when Willow needed to breath. Unlocking one arm from around her, her pulled the cool black sheets over them.  Willow’s head rested on his shoulder as she drifted off into sleep, mumbling something against his cool flesh. Even with his vampiric enhanced hearing, he could not make out what she had said. Angel’s sleep did not come as quickly as Willow’s. He looked down at the delicate creature next to him, amazed by her acceptance and heart. He knew it would have happened, he just never had expected it to be this soon, but it had arrived.   Her actions tonight only proved his feeling and gave him hope of hers. He was falling in love.
 

The loud yelling woke Angel from his sleep.

“Where is she?” a male voice asked in the hall.

Angel instantly knew who he was talking about and growled, knowing he could no longer have the comforts of her arms as he sleep this morning. He didn’t want to wake her, but he didn’t have much of a choice. His hand caressed her cheek, as his other hand shook her shoulder lightly.

“Willow.”

She opened her eyes and looked at her lover with a smile on her face.

“Where can she be?”

“I have no idea what room they placed her in,” a female voice responded.

Willow knew they were talking about her and sighed. “I have to leave. They’ll tear the house apart to if they don’t find me,”  Willow told him, reluctant to leave his arms.

“I know, though I had thought about keeping you here hostage for the entire day,” he teased, his voice filled with disappointment.

“Not today at least. I should get back to my room.”

“Come on, I’ll take you.”

They both got up from bed. Angel grabbed his boxer shorts from the floor and walked over to his dresser, taking out a T-shirt for her to cover up in.  He kissed her, and showed her the lever by the fireplace that opened a
hidden door. Willow took his hand and walked with him, surprised to see a secret passage. It headed directly to her room. They stepped into her room a minute later.  Angel pulled her into a hug and kissed her.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“Me too, sleep well, Angel.”

“I will.”

Angel pulled away from the embrace with a smile on his face. “Will you join me for dinner tonight?”

“I’d love to.”

“Did you try this room?” a male voice that sounded like Oz asked in the hallway.

“Go.”

“I don’t want to,” Angel replied with a smile.

“If you don’t, I’m sure I’ll go back to the room with you.”

“And would that be a bad thing?”

“No.....but..”

A knock on the door made her jump a bit.

“Go,” she said with a smile.

“Remember, dinner, tonight.”

“Dinner, now go.”

With a final kiss Angel disappeared behind the door, leaving Willow in the room.  She turned and headed to the door.

“Willow, are you in there?” Oz asked as he knocked once more.

“Yes, I’m here.”
 

 Giles had scheduled them to spend the day with the Watcher Council, much to everyone’s disappointment. Four different groups of three head watchers would meet with each individually. Today, two groups would see them, the rest scheduled throughout the week. Each were interviewed in different rooms, securing safety and privacy.
They ended the excruciating interviewing by the early evening. Giles looked hopeful as they left and waited for Merle to come and pick them up.

“I really don’t want to see anymore watchers tonight, no offense Giles,”  Xander said.

“Non taken, believe me, I understand, nor do I.”

“Did anyone see Angel this morning?” Buffy asked, curious to know what time he had arrived last night.

To her disappointed, no one had. Moments later their transportation arrived. They packed in the van, grateful to be leaving the hotel.

“Now we party,” Xander said excited.

“Where to tonight?” Oz asked excited, loving the idea of spending time with Willow.

“House of Blues,” Buffy recommended.

“Bourbon Street,” Xander said with a smile.

“Not really in the mood to go see some naked chicks,” Buffy said disgusted.

“I am,” Xander said happily.  Willow punched him in the arm. “What?!”

“We could head over to the French quarters, I hear they have some good clubs their,” Amy added.

“As long is their is alcohol, women and no watchers, I’m there,” Xander told them.

“Aren’t we enough for you?” Buffy asked.

Xander rolled his eyes, not wanting to get punched by the comment he had on the tip of his tongue.

“You ladies are more then enough, especially Willow,” Oz said, his eyes solely on the woman in front of him.

His hand moved to touch her hand which were on her lap, but Willow pulled them back.

“We eat, then we leave.”

“Yes, Xander, we feed you first then go out,” Buffy said, devising a plan to get Angel to go with them.

Willow remained quite, not sure how to break it to them that she would not be joining them. The ride back to the mansion was short. As they entered the house, Merle pulled Willow to the side.  “Angel told me that their was a package waiting for you in your room. He’ll meet you at your room at exactly seven. Tell the others you made plans to go out with me. I wanted to show you some of my books from the library.”

Willow thanked her and rushed into the house, bumping into Buffy.

“Did you want to change first or are you going to go like that?”

“I can’t go with you guys tonight, I made plans with Merle yesterday. She wanted to show me some of the old books she has collected. I told her I would be available tonight.”

“Come on Willow, it’s spring break. Party, booze, boys, fun. You can see some boring books some other time. We’re in New Orleans.”

 “I can’t break plans right now, it isn’t fair. It’ll just be for tonight, then we can all go out tomorrow.”

“Some shopping?”

“Promise.”

“Fine, but just for tonight, I know Oz will be disappointed.”

“Buffy.”

“O.K., fine, now that only leaves me to get Angel and were out of here.”

“Angel?”

“Yeah, if only I can find him.”

“Oh...I..haven’t seen him.”

“Merle?”

Merle turned as she heard her voice. She saw both women talking by the staircase.

“Yes, Buffy.”

“Have you seen Angel?”

“He left an hour ago”

“Where?”

“Out with Renee.”

“Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“Not anytime soon,” Merle answered as she disappeared into the parlor.

Buffy turned back to Willow, her confusion, anger and disappointment evident on her face. Willow didn’t know what to say as Buffy pouted and went up stairs without a word. She went up to her room, guilt plaguing her. As she opened the door, her mixed emotions vanished as she saw a vase full of red and white long stem roses on
her dresser.  A big white box lay on her bed with a red bow in the middle. She closed the door quickly and walked over to the dresser. Her hand touched the beautiful flowers as she smelled its wonderful fragrance. She took out the small white note and read its message.

Hope you like it. Can’t wait to you see you - Love Angel

Willow rushed over to the box and revealed a beautiful flowery beige sun dress.  She felt the soft material and pulled the dress against her body. She placed it on the bed and went to the bathroom. She needed to get ready for her date.
 

Angel waited patiently in the shadows of her room. She had been in the bathroom since he had arrived by his private entrance. He had prepared everything for tonight and everything for Wednesday. Everything had been sent, ordered and bought. He took out the small box from his front pocket and opened it. Inside were diamond
earrings. He had already ordered her next gift for Wednesday. He closed the box and began to pace the floor. He stopped and turned around as he heard the door to the bathroom unlock

Willow stepped out of the bathroom in a hurry. She was running five minutes late and hated to keep him waiting. She froze on the spot, sensing someone watching her.

“Angel?”

“You look wonderful.”

She smiled, searching the darkness in the room for him. She was completely surprised as she was swept up into strong arms and carried to the bed. He sat her down and kissed her softly.  “Running late?”

“Only need my sandals.”

“Let me.”

He took her shoes from the bed and placed them on the floor. His hands caressed her calves and ankles as he placed the thin shoes on her. Willow couldn’t stop smiling. He was just too good to her.

He stood up and offered her his hand.  “Dinner Mademoiselle.”   Willow smiled and placed her hand in his. They left, looking forward to the night ahead.
 

Angel held her close as they walked down the historic streets. After dinner in a quaint restaurant, Angel took her for a bit of sightseeing. Willow loved hearing his narratives, he was full of knowledge she found fascinating.
They walked to a local jazz cafe and stood  just outside of the door entrance, swaying to the music that spilled onto the lighted street. Willow looked up at the man that made her feel priceless and smiled. Angel looked down, feeling her stare.

“Willow?”

“You look great tonight.”

“I should, these are the clothes you picked out for me in Paris.”

“Told you color couldn’t hurt you.”

Angel chuckled.  “I’ve found a lot of things these past few weeks.”

“Ah! me?” she asked teasing.

“Great sex actually, but yes you too.”

Willow blushed and punched him in the arm.  “That too, but that isn’t just the reason....right?”

Angel looked at her and saw the fear in her eyes.  “It’s much more than that, you know that, you feel it too. There’s something much deeper between us Willow. Something I want, and don’t intend on letting go.”

Willow smiled, on the verge of tears. He felt it too and that made her heart rejoice.  Her hand caressed his cheek. He leaned his head into her caress, his eyes ever leaving hers.  “You make me so happy.”

“You have the same affect on me.”

“When did I get so lucky?” she asked.

“That should have been my line.”

Willow laughed, making him chuckle.

Angel pulled out the small blue velvety book from the pocket of his pants.  “I hope you like them.”

“Angel, you didn’t.....”

“I wanted to. Go ahead, open it.”

Willow anxiously took the box and opened it, revealing a pair of stunning diamond earrings.  “Angel..their beautiful..but..”

“No buts, I want you to have them and wear them.”

Angel took the box from her hand and pulled each earring out. He helped her put them on.  “Perfect.”

“I love them, thank you.”

“I love to see you happy.”

Willow kissed him, knowing she’d were them everyday just like the bracelet he had given her. The bracelet he had given to her in Paris was rarely taken off.

“Come on, lets see more of the city. I love hearing your stories.”

Willow hands found his and pulled him out of the cafe. They continued their walk, Angel telling her the towns history, as well as his own history in it. He knew Willow didn’t shy away from his past, she knew what he had been and what he was now and didn’t  hold it against him. That trust went both ways. Willow shared things with him that even Xander had not known. And with that trust, a new world had opened up for them.  Angel’s hands began to tickle her, but before she could ran for an escape, his arms wrapped around her petite body and kissed her deeply. Their lips reluctantly pulled away from each other. Arms entwined around each other, they began to walk back down the street, but soon froze in their tracks, a voice grabbing their complete attention.

“Willow?”

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