Willow and Angel belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy.

Part 4

Angel and Whistler were on the company plane less than two hours later.  Whistler had found him early enough in the evening that they'd be able to make it to Chicago while it was still dark.  A car was waiting at the airport
to whisk them off to Willow's apartment.

As Angel readied himself to knock on the door, Whistler pulled a key out of his pocket and opened the door.  Angel rushed inside looking for Willow.

"The bedroom, Angel."

Angel hurried into the room finding the redhead sleeping soundly.

"You left her here alone?"  Angel turned to glare at Whistler standing in the doorway.

"I knew she wouldn't be waking up yet.  It'll still be a couple of days."

"She couldn't defend herself, you asshole."

"No need for her to, Angel.  She's been perfectly safe here."

"Get out."

"I'm going, I'm going… She should wake up in a couple of days."

Angel spent the next three days pacing around the apartment.  He found all of Willow's papers and discovered what had happened.  It wasn't exactly an ascension, but it was close enough.  Willow wasn't going to become a pure demon, and no demon was coming to inhabit her body.  Willow was being given a power.  He read over the spell.  It was like nothing that he had ever seen or heard of before.  She would be immortal, subject to all the terms and conditions of the other immortals that he had come across.  She wouldn't age, and would go on living forever unless she was decapitated, a thought that made Angel  nauseated.

He was angry with her, but knew he couldn't leave until he was certain that she was all right.  She had done this for him.  She was young and foolish, and Angel cursed himself for ever allowing their relationship to begin.  He
should have known better.  Willow was an idealist.  It was one of the many things that he loved about her.  She believed in a better world, believed in places where dreams could come true.  And he had loved her, and he had left her when she needed him the most.

Angel couldn't imagine what would happen next, what she would be like when she woke up.  Whistler had assured him that she would be the same, and the research he found in her apartment backed up his assertions.  But Angel knew that there were no certainties in magic.  One wrong word, one misspoken sentence and it
could all change.

And why wasn't she waking up?  It was time.  The spell said that she should sleep for around a hundred hours, and those hundred hours had now passed.  Angel took to sitting in a chair beside her in the bedroom, watching,
studying her face for a sign of movement.  Her shallow breathing let him know that she was, at least, partly still with him.

He didn't move from the chair.  Whistler had finally come back around, bringing Angel blood, and standing vigil in the doorway, watching Angel watching Willow.  He saw the love that Angel had for Willow, mixed with the
anger over what she had done.  They had a long road ahead of them, he knew, but, at least now they had the time to heal, and Whistler knew that's what Willow wanted.  Whistler slipped away again, knowing it was nearly time, and they would need to be alone.

Her eyes finally fluttered open, immediately focusing on Angel's.  The tenseness and anger that he had been feeling for the past days gave way to tenderness and relief when he saw her fathomless green eyes staring back at him and knew that she was still the same Willow.  Uncertainty and fear, along with salty tears, shone from her eyes.

"Hey, Tink,"  he said gently, using the nickname he hadn't uttered in months,  "You've really done it this time, haven't you?"

Anger flashed across her face,  "Get out,"  she choked at him.


"If you're going to start fussing at me, just leave."  She rose from the bed, a bit unsteady, but of her own will.

"I'm not here to fuss at you.  I'm here to help."

"I don't need your help, and you've made it clear that you don't want to be around me."

"Stop it, Willow.  Just stop.  You don't know anything about what I'm feeling or what I'm thinking.  If you don't want me… don't want me here… why'd you do this?"

"Because I'm a stupid little girl that doesn't know what she's doing.  That's what you're thinking, isn't it?"

"As a matter of fact, yes,"  Angel scowled at her.

Willow launched herself at him, knocking him back into the wall.  Angel was momentarily stunned, less from her new strength than from the shock of realizing the power of her new strength.  Willow hadn't even realized what
she had done.

She pulled back and punched him square in the face sending blood gushing from his nose,  "Ouch, Willow.  Damn it, stop."

"Oh, God, Angel?"  she stopped in her tracks, suddenly realizing that once upon a time she could have never overpowered Angel like that.

She stumbled backwards, sitting on the edge of the bed.  Angel watched her for a moment, almost amused by the shock on her face.  He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a handful of tissues and holding them to his nose before walking back into the bedroom and sitting beside her on the bed.  Tears had begun flowing anew down her face.

"You could have never gotten off a punch like that if I had been expecting it.  You're not that strong,"  he tried to inject a little humor into the situation.


He put his arm tenderly around her shoulders and pulled her against him,  "We're going to get through this, Tinkerbell.  Together."

Part 5

They sat together like that for many long, silent minutes as Willow cried and Angel caressed her back.  He finally felt her sobs begin to subside, but she made no effort to move from her position pressed up against him.

"How's your nose?"  she finally mumbled.

"It's fine… bleeding stopped.  You were a little off center, so it's not broken, but we'll work on that."


"If you're going to be fighting alongside me in Los Angeles, I'm going to have to teach you how to fight.  All that new power doesn't mean anything if you don't have technique."



"Los Angeles?"

"Yeah… you know I can't stay here, and if you hadn't bitten my thigh four months ago, I would have gotten the chance to tell you that the master was defeated and it was time for you to move to LA with me."

"You… you still want me to come?"

"Tinkerbell,"  he began, turning her body to face him,  "I love you.  You shouldn't have done this… I won't pretend for a minute that I like it, but it's done, so we have to deal with it.   You and I are going to be together
for a very long time, and you can't imagine how hard it's going to be.  But, I don't want to worry about that right now, and I don't want you to, either…"

"But, Angel…"

"Shhh… no worries.  Right now, all I want to think about is getting you packed up and moved to LA with me, teaching you how to defend yourself, and how good it feels to be able to have my arms around you again."

"I'm sorry, Angel."

"It's done… don't apologize for this."

"I'm not apologizing for this.  I'm not sorry that I get to live forever with you.  I'm sorry for what happened last time… I'm sorry for what I did.  I shouldn't have done that."

"I'm sorry that I wasn't able to stay in control…"

"I didn't want you to.  Angel, I wanted to see you lose control… I wanted to feel you lose control."

"We'll deal with it… what I did to you…"

"…was exactly what I wanted you to do."

"You couldn't have wanted that."

"Don't start telling me what I want and what I don't want again…"  she warned.

Angel released an exasperated sigh,  "You certainly are a natural redhead, Tink."

"And don't you ever forget it."

"Never.  And since I can't tell you what you want, why don't you tell me?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah… what do you want right now?"




"How do you feel?"

Willow thought about the question for a moment before answering,  "Good.  Angel, I feel really good… strong… peaceful… like I know I made the right decision."

Angel quirked his eyebrow at her.

"I know you don't think I made the right decision, but I did.  I know I did, Angel."

"Who I am to tell you any different?"

"Are we… can we…?"

"What, Tink?"

"What are we now, Angel?"

"I'm a vampire, and you're a… uh… a… I don't know the name for what you are, Willow…"

"That's not what I mean.  Us.  What are us, er, we?"

Angel sighed,  "We're the same thing we've always been… friends."

"That's it?  Just friends?"

"The best kind of friends,"  he answered her with a twinkle in his eye.


"You ask a lot of questions, Tinkerbell."


"Willow, we are whatever we want us to be.  If you're asking if we're still lovers, well… I don't think we can ever stop being that."

"So… you still want to touch me?"

Angel didn't know whether to laugh at her question, or push her back on the bed and show her exactly how badly he still wanted to touch her.

"I very much still want to touch you.  My desire for you hasn't gone anywhere,"  he leaned forward and their lips met tenderly.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you."

Part 6

Angel ordered a pizza for Willow while she took a long shower.   She came out wearing sweats and a t-shirt and Angel couldn't stop smiling at her.

"What?"  she asked.

"Not exactly a black nightie…"

"I didn't think the pizza guy needed to see that."

"Pizza guy's long gone…"

"Maybe after I eat, I'll go dig it out… I didn't really think I'd ever get the chance to wear it again."

"I'm sorry, Tink."

"Stop it.  We've both apologized, now let's forget it.  For now, anyway.  Please?"

"Oh, my God…"

"What?!"  she asked, bewildered.

"I just realized that I'm going to have to live forever with your resolve face!"  he said, a mocking tone in his dark, sultry voice,  "Think I'll ever grow immune to it?"

"Not a chance… I can change it at will, and you know that."

"Eat,"  he ordered.

"Yes, sir."

She consumed the entire pizza, something she could never do before even if it had been five days since she'd eaten anything.

Angel watched, impressed and bemused, as she piled the pizza away.

As she finished the last piece, she closed the box and pushed it away,  "That was probably really gross to watch, wasn't it?"

"Gross?  No… Interesting?  Yes,"  he laughed.

"You stink."


"You stink… when was the last time you took a shower?"

"Probably more recently than you!"

"I just took one."

"That's not what I meant, but I'm assuming that you're trying to give me a not-so-subtle clue that I'm going to have to shower before you're going to let me touch you."

"Yep,"  she giggled, standing to remove the pizza box and stuff it in the trashcan.

"Fine,"  he stood from the table, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

Willow admired the taut, rippled muscles in his stomach, moving towards  him without a will of her own.

"Ah, ah, ah…"  he admonished, grabbing her hands before she could touch him,  "You said I had to shower first,"  he leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on her nose.

"It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind."

"Yeah, but even I agree that I stink.  I'll be back in a few… and don't bother with the nightie… it won't be on long enough for me to admire it,"  he flashed her the grin that always made her weak in the knees.

She moved to the couch in the living room as she heard Angel start the shower.  She sat with her hands in her lap trying hard to forget that he was in the other room, wet and naked.

Angel felt a cool breeze as Willow slid into the bathroom.  He hadn't really expected her to join him, but he was certainly glad that she had.

She pulled back the curtain and stepped in behind him, running her hands across his smooth back.

"You already showered,"  he stated.

"I want to wash your hair."


"I want to wash your hair.  I've always wanted to wash your hair.  Now, hand me that bottle."

He complied, never realizing that the sound of a shampoo bottle opening could be so erotic.

Willow placed one hand in his hair, pushing his head forward under the spray from the nozzle.  His head hung under the water as Willow ran her other hand down across his back and his buttocks, sliding her hand down his hips as she pressed herself against him.

She brought her hand back up along his legs, reaching around to his front to briefly cup his erection.
< Wet, naked, and hard… > she thought to herself.

Angel took her hand in his own, moving them to rest on his stomach.

"I thought you wanted to wash my hair,"  he groaned.

"I'm getting there,"  she reached up, running her hand across his chest, feeling his hard nipples, hugging his body to hers.

She finally pulled away and took the shampoo bottle back in her hands, pouring a generous amount in her palm.  Reaching up, she pressed the palm against his scalp, lightly massaging the creamy liquid into his hair.  Bringing her other hand up to his head, she begin caressing his scalp carefully, running her fingers through his wet, soapy hair, deliberately, slowly.  He moaned with the agonizing tenderness that she was showing him.  Her body was still pressed against his, and she couldn't help trying to grind her hips against him.  However, she was much shorter than he was, and as a result, she ended up rubbing her chest against his strong back, which was almost as good.

Angel felt the her pebble-hard nipples pressing against him, and his cock jumped in response.  Willow chose that moment to increase the pressure on his scalp, pulling his head back as her fingers continued to massage him.  She
stepped back a little, allowing the smallest of space between their bodies.  Her soapy hands retraced the path she had created just minutes before, slower this time, pausing to rub and knead every inch of skin she came in contact

By the time her hands found his erection again, most of the shampoo had been rinsed away by the water.

"I'm glad I use a mild shampoo,"  she giggled, grabbing the bottle from the shelf behind her and bringing it around to the front of their bodies.

Again, she slowly squeezed a generous amount into her palm, knowing Angel was watching her hands by the way she could feel his stomach tightening in anticipation.

Languidly, she rubbed her hands together before reaching back down to touch his penis.  Taking him in both of her hands, she covered his shaft with long, slow, hard strokes, pulling forward on him.  Angel reached out, bracing himself on the wall with both his hands.  His head hung forward, watching her hands.  She continued her hard strokes with one hand, while the other slipped lower to take cup his balls in her hand.  She kneaded them with the same agonizing slowness that she pumped his cock with, relishing the feeling of being the one in control for once, knowing that at this moment she could get Angel to do whatever she wanted.

But, this wasn't about control.  This was about pleasure and being back with the man she loved, forever.  She increased the speed of her strokes only slightly, feeling him thrust into her hand.

"Faster, Angel?   Is that what you want, sweetie?"

"Tink… please…"  he begged.

She released his sac and placed both hands on his cock again, stroking with one hand while the other coaxed and teased his sensitive tip, harshly rubbing the tight area just underneath the head with her thumb while her index finger fondled the very tip.

Angel felt her mouth open, sucking the skin of his shoulder into her mouth and he knew she was going to bite down.  His entire body tensed as her tongue rolled across the skin, her teeth barely grazing him before releasing.  He released a pent up sigh.

"No biting tonight, Angel…  I just want to be with you…"

She gripped his cock tightly, increasing the speed even more, giving Angel the pressure she knew he needed.  His knees buckled for a moment as he reached his orgasm, unable to hold back any longer.  Willow quickly moved her
hand over the tip of his erection, capturing his cold semen with her fingers as her other hand continued to stroke him.  Drained, he slumped forward, crossing his arms on the wall of the shower and resting his head on them.

Willow released her grip on his now-softening penis and leaned back against the opposite wall of the shower.  Angel heard her lips smacking and groaned as he started to harden again.

"Willow… you're not doing what I think you're doing, are you?"

"Mmm hmm…"  she giggled.

Angel forced himself to turn around to face her, mimicking her position of leaning against the wall.  Willow had lifted her hand to her face and was licking off her fingers like they were lollypops.

"Oh, God… Willow…"

Her eyes dropped to his stomach and lower, smirking as she continued to lick her fingers.  Pushing herself off the wall, she moved towards him.

"Want a taste?"

Angel's mouth opened to speak, but no sound came out.  His lower lip trembled as she placed her index finger on it, pulling it down slightly.

He reached out with his tongue, savoring the flavor before quickly sucking her finger inside his mouth.  Soon he had three of her fingers in his mouth, and had pulled her body tightly against his.  She lifted her mouth to his and
her tongue quickly joined her fingers as she plundered his eager mouth.

Angel grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, kissing her deeply.

"I need to be inside you, Tink… now…"

She tried to pull him back against the other wall, but he resisted,  "Not in here.  Bedroom…"

He pulled the curtains back and lifted her with one arm.  She easily wrapped her legs around him, helping him hold her up as he grabbed a handful of towels and charged into the bedroom.

He dropped Willow to her feet and quickly spread the towels on the bed before pushing her backward onto them.

She scooted herself back a little until her head almost reached the pillows and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs open for Angel.  Like him, she couldn't wait any longer, and held her arms out for him to join her.
Crawling between her legs, he propped himself up on one arm, guiding his already rock-hard cock to her sex.  Positioning himself, he quickly thrust into her, rocking his hips against hers.

Willow snaked her arms around the small of his back, holding him against her as she ground against him.  Angel started a  hard, deliberate rhythm, losing himself inside her.  It had been too long since they'd been together, and
both had thought that there was a chance that they'd never feel this again, and neither of them ever wanted it to stop.

Angel took his time with her, alternately thrusting fast and slow, hard and soft, bringing Willow to the brink of her climax before taking her back down again.  He knew that Willow was past ready when she crossed her legs behind his back, linking her ankles and holding his body against her, preventing him from pulling out too far for her liking.

Angel allowed a warm smile to cross his face and he leaned in to give her a tender kiss,  "Ready to come for me, Willow?"

Her only response was to flex the muscles in her legs, pressing him tighter against her.  Reaching behind his back, he grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her leg free.  He held it out to his side, spreading her wider to him
and he lost himself in his motions.   With his other hand, he reached down and grabbed her sex, rubbing his thumb across her clitoris roughly.  She arched into his hand, screaming as her climax tore through her body, tears
forming in the corners of her eyes from the intensity of their coupling.  Angel released her ankle, grabbing her hips, and quickly thrust into her a couple more times, feeling her tight walls contract around him as she came
down from her orgasm.  Silently, he came inside her, beads of sweat forming on his upper lips as he collapsed on top of her.

"We're going to need another shower,"  she giggled breathlessly.

"I never knew you were so limber,"  he mumbled.

"Well, you know, you can't break me now…"

"Not permanently,  but I could still break you."

"But you wouldn't…"

"Never… not on purpose."

"Don't ever let me go, Angel,"  Her words were more of a plea than a statement.

"I never have to now…"

The End!!!!