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Shanna
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Once Willow retrieved her bags from the car and Angel showed her the room she would be staying in, the witch decided a shower was in order, quite possibly a cold one. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Her body still felt flushed and aroused from her session with the dark vampire. This can't be normal, getting all tingly from having someone suck her blood. She got queasy when she gave at blood drives for gosh sake! Of course the Red Cross didn't offer tongues licking at and soft, moist lips drawing upon her tender flesh either. Somehow orange juice and cookies just don't measure up to that.
As she undressed, her clothes sliding off her body, she noticed her skin felt sensitized. She looked in the mirror at her pale body, trying to be objective. She always saw the shy mousy hacker Cordelia and the Cordettes had made fun of from grade school on up through high school. Today she decided to reevaluate her self-image.
She wasn't short, but her slender build made her look taller than she was. Her skin was pale and smooth. She could never tan. Burn, yes, tan, no. She knew the women in Victorian England would have died for her skin, except for the few freckles on her right shoulder blade. She wondered if Spike had liked the pale flesh of the ladies back then, well, before he started admiring them simply for their necks. Her hair was a brilliant red in soft ringlets around her face and it complimented her misty green eyes that were large in her heart shaped face. Her mouth wasn't too big, not too small and her lips were a deep pink.
Looking at her breasts, she frowned a bit and cupped them gently, lightly grazing the nipples, watching them darken to a deeper shade of pink and pebble. She always thought they were kinda on the small side, but Oz had told her how perfectly they filled his hand. She closed her eyes briefly and thrummed her nipples, remembering how his tongue had felt on her sensitive skin. She could let him do that for hours and he had seemed content to do so on several occasions. She had once teased him that he had a breast fetish. He had looked up at her from his position, head resting between her well tended breasts, and with his patented stoicism had replied, "You're not wrong." She pinched her nipples and moaned softly. It had been too long.
Her eyes popped open as she remembered where she was and she blushed. Angel's. Angel's hotel. He was just across the hall in his suite of rooms. With his super vamp hearing. Goddess, she hoped he hadn't heard her moan. How embarrassing that would be. As if she hadn't had enough humiliation for one night. She rolled her eyes at the thought.
She moved to turn on the water, testing for temperature and before pulling towels and a washcloth off the shelf. The first thing she noticed as she stepped under the spray was the instant tingling on her neck as the warm water hit her bite mark. She shivered in response and bit her lip to suppress a moan. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Bad Willow! There had to be something wrong with her to get all wobbly kneed over water hitting her sore flesh.
Strengthening herself mentally, she turned to the task at hand and began soaping the washcloth. She was not about to turn into some vamp groupie! Nope, not little Willow Rosenburg. Nuh-uh. No way. No how. Not gonna happen.
Her washcloth brushed over her breasts and she suddenly remembered how they had felt pressed against Angel's cool bare chest. Her eyes drifted shut as she soaped her flesh in slow circles before snapping out of her stupor and reaching down to slap her own hand.
"None of that! Bad hand! Bad body! Bad Willow!" She ended her self flagellation on a frustrated groan. She hurriedly finished her shower and dressed, toweling her hair as dry as she could. Looking under the sink, she found a bin full of hair care products which she assumed belonged to Cordy. The witch whooped in triumph as she found what she had been searching for. She held the hairdryer above her head like a trophy before turning to plug it in.
Once she was dry and dressed, Willow made her way down to the library Angel had offered for her reading enjoyment. Once she stepped inside and began to view the titles shelved there, the redhead decided she would die of dehydration because she was going to drool to death. Occult texts dating back hundreds of years, some over a century old with their yellowed and fragile pages. Willow ran her fingers over the delicate spines and felt giddy with excitement.
She stopped and thought about it. How sad was it that she could get this excited over a few old musty books? Willow knew that was what Buffy would say. She shrugged. What the heck. She was research girl, hear her roar! The redhead began pulling an assortment of books off the shelf and made her way over to the table that she assumed was used for the AI team's research sessions.
So lost was the witch in a tome about ancient wiccan rituals that when she felt a hand on her shoulder she let out a shriek, the book flew up in the air and Willow jumped from her chair. Turning to face her attacker in her version of a battle mode, hands raised in fists, the self proclaimed research girl let out a sigh of relief.
"Wesley, you about scared me to death!"
"Yes, well, terribly sorry about that Miss Rosenburg. Didn't mean to startle you."
"That's ok," Willow perched on the edge of the table and smiled up at the former British watcher. "How have you been?"
Wesley smiled at the young woman, glad she seemed willing to give him another chance. He knew that he hadn't been well liked during his time in Sunnydale. His by the book attitude at the time put off the two slayers that had been anything but conventional in their methods. If he'd had any possible allies left amongst the others, he ruined that when the mayor had kidnapped the redhead in front of him. . .and Wesley had wanted to leave her to her own devices instead of trading the Box of Gavrock for her life. After that it was, as the Americans say, 'all downhill'.
"Fine. Just fine. Thank you for asking. But how are *you*? Are you coping with the, uh, side effects well enough?" He gestured to the visible mark on her neck revealed by her scoop necked blouse.
Willow's fingers rose to lightly touch the twin puncture marks. "Ok, I guess. I was unconscious by the time we got here and Spike had Angel hurry up and take some blood as soon as we got in the door."
"Have you discussed your plans with he and Spike yet?"
"Well, we decided to try to see how long it will be before I start feelin' kinda sick again. Then Angel said we'd set up some sort of schedule. But Spike can't bite me. I would have to reopen it," her hand fluttered toward her neck, "so he could, you know, suck some out."
"Yes, well, that must be terribly inconvenient." The former watcher winced at the thought.
"Giles did it last time with a syringe. I think that made it easier. Do you have any around here, you know, just in case?"
"I do believe we have a several in the first aid kit." He thought the redhead was handling this remarkably well. The thought of having to regularly submit to a feeding by a vampire, Angel or not, was enough to make him shudder.
Willow nodded her head. "Good to know we're prepared in case you guys have to go out on a case or something. So, have you had any word from your contact? Giles said it might be several days before we can find out how to cure my new case of high blood pressure."
"High blood press. . . Oh, yes. Well, I placed the call last night, but I haven't heard back from him yet. I will try several others today, just in case I can't get in touch with him."
"Thank you Wesley. I really appreciate it."
"It's my pleasure Miss Rosenburg."
"Oh for Pete's sake, just call her Willow already!" Came a voice from just outside the room.
A wry smile developed on the witch. "Hey Cordy."
The former May Queen breezed into the library past Wesley. "Hi Willow. How are you? Ewwwww, that looks painful." She made a face as she motioned to the set of puncture marks on the girl's neck.
"It's not so bad now. Just a little tender."
"Did Angel. . .well, that is did he have to. . ."
The witch smiled at her old nemesis. "Yes, Cordy. He had me for an early morning snack."
"Oh, well, was it too bad?"
The redhead's eyes clouded over at the memory, the sensual draw on her skin, the dark vampire's tongue caressing the flesh around the bite mark. His soft lips pressed tightly to her neck. Feeling his broad muscled chest pressed to hers, his arms around her. "Not too bad," she whispered in response.
"Oh, that's good. I'll be right back. I have to start the coffee."
"NO!" Both girls turned to look at the young Brit. "I mean, you two have so much to catch up on, why don't I make the coffee and bring you each a cup when it's ready?"
"That would be nice Wesley. Thank you," the witch smiled.
"Oh, no! No coffee for Willow unless it's decaf, and you know I need my caffeine Wesley. A caffeinated Willow is a spastic Willow. Not of the good."
"I'm not as bad as I used to be Cordy, honest. Besides I have to stay awake and let Angel know when I don't feel well and I'm really kinda beat right now. I could use a little boost."
The ex-cheerleader looked at the redhead dubiously. "Well. . .ok, but if you start blabbering a mile a minute, I'm so locking you in your room until you come down from your coffee trip."
With that, the rogue demon hunter escaped joyously to make a pot of coffee that did not resemble sludge.
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It was about an hour and a half later when Willow first felt the symptoms she was beginning to associate with her new condition. Her head began to pound, her hands shook and she began to feel nauseous. Or it could have just be Cordelia's half hour long lecture on how to find designer labels for 75% off at some of the most exclusive shops in LA.
The witch nodded and smiled weakly as she let the words go in one ear and out the other. She didn't want to do it, but felt she couldn't put it off any longer.
"Cordy," she interrupted gently, "I'm really starting to not feel well. I think I need to go get Angel." She looked at her watch. Five hours. It was a little before 11 AM. She had lasted a whole five hours before she felt like she'd been hit by a sledgehammer.
Cordy frowned in concern. "Ok. Do you remember where his suite is? Do you want me to help you up there?"
"No, I'll be fine. And I do remember where he's sleeping. It's right across the hall from me, but thanks anyway."
"Ok," the brunette said cheerfully. "When you're done getting all sucked down, come back down and I'll tell you how to outsmart the salesclerks at Armondo's on Melrose."
"Thanks, but I'm kinda tired. I might just lay down for a while afterwards, but maybe later this afternoon."
"Oh, sure. No prob. I'll talk to you later Wills."
With that the redhead made her way up the steps and down the hall that would lead to a sleeping vampire. She stood outside the door for a minute, working up her courage to enter. Finally she straightened her shoulders and quietly opened the door, moving into the room. Retracing her steps from earlier, Willow found herself standing next to Angel's bed.
He looked so pale, a sheet pulled halfway up his bare chest. He looked so. . .dead! The whole not breathing thing might have something to do with it, she thought.
Moving closer still, Willow sat on the edge of the bed and rested a hand on the cool shoulder nearest her. "Angel?" She called softly
When she got no response, she tried a bit louder. "Angel?"
Still, not a single flickering eyelash from the vamp lying next to her. Tightening her grip slightly, Willow began to lightly shake the broody one's shoulder as she called his name louder. "Angel!"
The next thing the hacker knew she was lying on her back with a vamped out demon sitting astride her in black silk boxers with its hand around her neck.
'Note to self,' she thought inwardly. 'Never startle a sleeping vampire.'
As Angel's mind cleared and he awakened further, he became aware of the warm soft body beneath him. "Willow?" His gameface receded until once again coffee brown eyes were looking down at the girl.
The swift shift in position had not only startled Willow, but made her head pound even more and her queasy stomach lurch. "It's time Angel," she whispered softly. "I need you." With those words, she arched her neck and turned her head to the side, offering her blood to the demon, to the man above her.
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