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Shanna
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The following day had progressed normally for Willow, . . . well pretty much. She woke up, Angel had nibbled on her and they had mind blowing sex as he fed from her. Later that afternoon, Spike had come in to drink from the redhead as well.
Sex with Spike, Willow had discovered, was normally like a tornado hitting a small town. You're tossed and turned around. Your head spins as the winds whip you every which way until you don't know which way is up or down as cows float by. . .well, maybe not the cows. That afternoon though, Willow had been amazed, not to mention pleasantly surprised, as the vampire made slow, sweet passionate love to her. He touched her like she was spun glass, stroking and caressing her until she writhed under him, begging for more.
His kisses, usually torrid and demanding, were soft and exploratory. When he entered her body, their hands were clasped next to her head and he braced himself above her oh his elbows. The look on his face was so serious for a moment that she was nervous. Spike had brushed his lips across Willow's, his tongue tracing their curve. The blond rested his forehead against hers and spoke in a voice deep with emotions.
"I love you, Red. More than anything in this bloody awful world. You know that, right?"
The witch nodded and replied, "I love you too, Spike."
"Remember that, pet," he whispered, then began to slowly thrust himself within her. He brought Willow over the edge again and again until the vampire finally let himself go, renewing his claim as he climaxed within the redhead's trembling body.
"Mine," he whispered, pulling her limp form close and nuzzling his bite mark.
"Yours," Willow whispered weakly.
He held her tenderly, caressing her body until her breathing and heart rate slowed to normal. Then Spike slowly untangled himself from his witch and began dressing.
"Spike, is everything OK?" Willow rolled on her side, a puzzled look on her face as she watched his pale body move gracefully.
"Fine, luv. Just outta fags. Gonna go grab a few packs down the street." He couldn't meet her eyes just yet.
"Spike, it's daylight." Now she was getting worried.
"I'll take the sewers. It'll be fine, Red." He sat on the edge of the bed, tugging on his boots.
Willow moved to kneel behind him, wrapping an arm around his chest and resting her chin on his shoulder. Spike inhaled. She smelled like vanilla, blood, sex, himself and a hint of his grand-sire. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's bothering you?" She softly kissed his neck and soothingly rubbed his chest in circles.
Spike grabbed her hand and raised it before his face for inspection. It was so small and fragile. This one tiny hand held a demon's heart in it. This ethereal beauty had the power to crush him like no other. He would know whether or not she would use that power in a few hours. Spike kissed her palm and stood up.
"In a bit, pet. Not right now." He was going to walk out and not look back, but he couldn't help himself. Willow still knelt on the edge of the bed, gloriously naked, flushed and tousled from their lovemaking. "I'll be back later. We'll talk then."
Willow watched him go, confused. Had she done something wrong? No, she didn't think so. Why was he acting so odd? He said they would talk when he got back. This was good. She needed to find out what had turned Spike into cryptic guy. Hmm, maybe Angel was rubbing off on him a little too much. She liked her brash, sarcastic vampire just the way he was. Now, if her legs would just stop feeling like Jell-O, she would go grab a shower.
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Angel had seen Spike heading for the sewer exit and knew his grand-childe didn't want to be in the building when he made love with Willow. He couldn't blame him. Spike may be a demon, but it was obvious he loved the little redhead. The elder vampire sighed. When was Spike going to get it through his head that he wanted him to stay too, and not just because of Willow?
The brunette cocked his head and listened carefully to the sounds of the hotel. There was a shower running. He imagined Willow in the shower, flushed from the hot water. Rivulets running down her body. The vampire moaned. He needed to get something to eat before going to see the young witch. He headed for the kitchen and a mug of blood.
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Willow was sitting on the bed, brushing her hair. The shower had done her a world of good. She was still concerned about Spike, but she felt invigorated after letting the hot water pulse over her tense muscles. The witch looked up when she heard a knock on the doorway. Angel stood there, leaning casually against the frame, hands in his pockets and one foot crossed over the other.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Angel, no of course not. Come in." Willow smiled and laid down her hairbrush. "Angel, did you talk to Spike today?"
"Just a little this morning. Why?" The vampire sat on the bed next to the young woman. She looked so worried. He wondered what Spike had said to her.
"He just wasn't himself this afternoon. He seemed almost sad." Willow looked up at Angel. "Do you know what's wrong with him?"
"I might," he replied softly. A hand reached out to tuck a soft strand of hair behind her ear. "We talked last night."
"About what?" Willow tucked her feet up under herself, tucking her robe around them as well.
"It's time, Willow. I'm ready for you to secure my soul." The vampire watched her face. Her emotions were worn on her sleeve. At first there was surprise, then worry, then she gave him a shy smile.
"You're ready for us to. . .for you and I to. . .ummm. . ."
Angel leaned in and kissed her gently, stemming her babblefest. "I want to make love with you, Willow."
"So this is why Spike was upset," she asked quietly.
"He thinks he's going to lose you." Angel brushed his fingers over the collar of her robe and pushed it aside to reveal a bite mark. "He renewed his claim this afternoon, didn't he?"
Willow nodded, comprehending Spike's mood now. That's why he had touched her like he had. It was almost as if he was afraid it would be the last time. She looked up at Angel, wanting to set things straight. "Angel, I love him."
The dark haired vampire nodded his head. "I know you do, Little One."
"We belong to each other. A week ago I wouldn't have said that. I would have called it a cross between a crush and constant annoyance, but now. . .I can't describe it. It just . . .is." She shrugged. "But I care for you too," she blushed. "I do love you."
A smile spread over the vampire's face. "I love you too, Willow. Are you. . .are you ready for this? Is this OK with you? To do now?"
The redhead nodded and whispered, "Yes.". A pink blush crept up her cheeks. She raised her eyes to Angel's. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly. His lips cool and soft brushed over hers lightly. Willow leaned up and pressed her lips a bit more firmly to the vampire's and slid a hand up his chest and around the back of his head to tangle in his hair.
Angel slid closer on the bed, an arm moved around the redhead, and pulled her onto his lap. His fingers tangled in her silky hair as their kisses lingered, soft and sweet. One arm wrapped around her, grasped her hip, holding Willow in place. His other hand slid from her hair down to the valley between her breasts.
The brunette pulled away and looked at the young woman's bright eyes. She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. Angel dropped a soft kiss to her lips then tugged on the tie of her robe. His eyes left Willow's to watch her milky skin be revealed as he parted her robe. A cool hand caressed her heated flesh, causing the redhead to tremble.
Angel pushed the material off Willow's shoulder then bent down to nuzzle the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, causing the redhead to shudder with delight. A large hand cupped her breast, gently rolling the nipple until it peaked, then the vampire brushed his thumb along the tip, earning him a soft moan of pleasure from the woman in his arms.
Angel raised his head and watched her through narrowed eyes as his thumb continued to tease the tight peak, and felt himself harden in response to her reactions. The soft mewls escaping her mouth made him want to kiss her senseless. Instead he bent and gently suckled her lower lip, grazing it with his tongue.
He felt her small hands at his chest, working the buttons of his shirt, slipping in and caressing his own flat male nipples until they hardened. Willow pulled back slightly and smiled shyly up at the vampire. She moved her head, as she parted his shirt, and pressed soft wet kisses to the skin she had been teasing so efficiently, her tongue darting out to flick the tips.
Angel groaned. The warmth of her mouth on his cool skin sent a jolt of desire rushing through his body. He pushed the robe off her shoulders as he continued to watch her tender ministrations to his chest. A hand ran over the smooth porcelain skin of the redhead's back. The brunette let his finger circle the freckle on her shoulder blade before lightly tracing the line of her spine. The vampire bent his head and scattered kisses along her shoulder, lightly licking Spike's claim.
Willow gasped softly at the sensation that rocketed through her body. The bite mark had become an erogenous zone for her. She shifted on Angel's lap, moving to straddle his hips. Her robe was caught down around her elbows as she cupped his face and kissed the vampire, nibbling each lip in turn before sweeping her tongue inside his cool mouth. The brunette ran his hands under the robe and around her back to tease the small of her back, then down to lightly grasp the tight round globes of her bottom. Angel allowed his fingers to graze the lips of her center, feeling the wetness already gathering there.
He gripped her hips, ready to ease the witch onto her back, but Willow shook her head no, and instead urged him further up the bed and onto his back. The redhead smiled down at the vampire, and her hands began working on his belt and pants. She gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers. "Lift up for me," Willow whispered.
Angel raised his hips, and watched his erection bob up as the redhead freed it from its constraints. The young woman knelt between his legs, divesting him of the annoying material, and tossing it over her shoulder with a giggle and a blush. When Willow looked down at Angel laying there before her, she felt her core dampen with need, but she wanted him to enjoy this first. He deserved some happiness. He deserved to feel loved, even if he didn't think so at times.
She slid her hands up his legs, moving closer, nibbling and sucking softly at his inner thighs, making the man on the bed moan in anticipation. Angel watched her progress through passion glazed eyes. When the redhead pressed a wet kiss against his heavy sac, the vampire's eyes flashed golden and his hand tangled in her hair. The touch of her wet tongue at the base of his cock sent his hips thrusting upwards.
"Willoooowww," he hissed softly.
"Shhhhhh, just relax, Angel," Willow whispered back. Her tongue traced the line of a vein along his underside then pulled back the foreskin to lightly kiss the exposed head.
The redhead nibbled each side of his groin where his legs joined his body and he trembled with need. Then her hand was around him, stroking slowly and her tongue teased the slippery opening.
"Oh, gods, Willow," Angel brushed her hair away from her face, watching as she teased him to the brink of madness. "Please, Little One," he groaned.
Smiling up at him, Willow kept her eyes locked with his as she took his hard cock between her lips, tongue swirling about the tip as she began a slow rhythm, mouth gliding along his length. She fondled his sac and stretched her mouth to take more of his thick length. Angel watched her, taking shallow unnecessary breaths. His hips were thrusting gently upwards and he fought the urge to pull her down on his length.
"Willow, gods, what are you doing to me," he moaned.
She released him from her mouth, kissing the head softly. "Is it all right?" The witch nuzzled his sac and underside while waiting for his response.
Angel's chuckle came out raspy. "All right?" He looked down at the girl kneeling between his spread legs and watched as she took him back into her warm waiting mouth, suckling again. "Little One, if you don't stop soon, I won't be able to . . .Ooohhhhh!"
The vampire groaned as the little minx eased her pinkie into his clenched entrance. Tremors of desire ran though his body and his back arched off the bed. A cool hand cupped the back of Willow's head as she worked her way up and down his shaft. Angel's hips began quickening their pace and the witch hurried to match his movements.
Just when she though the vampire would let go and give into his release, she felt hands grasp her shoulders and pull her up his body until she laid across his chest. Her legs straddled his waist and Angel's hard length was pressed tight between their stomachs. "Not that way, Willow. I want more," he whispered before crushing his lips to hers and rolling them both so that he was on top.
The dark vampire rained gentle kisses over her face, down her throat, shoulders, chest, breasts. Willow began to wonder if there was going to be a single inch on her body that he *wouldn't* kiss. When his lips closed over a straining nipple, the redhead decided she really didn't care if he missed an inch or two. He could stay right where he was for a little while and she wouldn't complain one little bit. When his thumb brushed over her swollen clit, she was lost.
Angel laved each swollen nipple in turn, watching Willow writhe and tremble at his every touch. He nipped his way down her flat stomach, and over her cinnamon curls. Large hands slid under to cup her bottom and lift her to his mouth. A cool tongue brushed through her wet folds, teasing the heated flesh. The vampire groaned as Willow's taste exploded on his tongue. She was heaven.
His nose nudged her open, and he ran the flat of his tongue along the deep pink flesh of her center, flicking the tip across her swollen clit. The redhead's hips thrust up with a startled gasp. Pale fingers tangled in his already mussed hair, pulling him closer.
Angel's tongue probed her channel, easing in and out, lapping at her free flowing juices. Hands reached up to fondle her breasts as the vampire's face remained buried between her sprawled thighs. Soon his expert manipulation of her flesh had Willow floating on air, her body poised on the brink of explosion. She writhed and begged softly beneath him.
"Goddess, Angel, please," Willow licked her lips and stared down at the vampire who seemed to be enjoying his position immensely. He continued to nuzzle, nip and lick, leaving her body taut as a crossbow wire. Fingers tightened in his hair and the redhead thought her heart was going to pound right out of her chest.
"Angeelllll!" Her body arched up, begging for release.
The vampire finally looked up from his place between her legs. "What do you want, Willow," he asked softly, licking her juices from his lips.
"You," she gasped. "I need *you*."
Not needing to be asked a second time, Angel eased himself up between her thighs. His cock was verging on being painfully hard, so he moaned when he felt Willow's hand gently grip his length and guide it to her hungry center. The vampire leaned over the witch's flushed body, cupping her face gently, wanting to see her expression as he eased into her tight warmth.
"Look at me, Willow. Open your eyes and look at me," Angel urged.
Willow's lashes fluttered and her lids raised to meet chocolate eyes flecked with amber. "Angel, please," she whispered again.
"I want to watch you. I want to see your eyes, your soul," he murmured against her lips. Then he was sliding slowly into her tight heat. He felt her body open to his invasion then envelop him in welcome.
Green eyes burned with an inner fire as they stared up at him, gazes locked, souls entwined. Neither noticed a soft golden glimmer beginning to manifest above the bed the two bodies upon it moved together in perfect unison.
Tender touches and kisses were exchanged. Fingers explored and traced muscles and flesh. Angel felt a tingling begin at the base of his spine and knew he was close. He didn't want it to end so soon and forced himself to hold back. He brushed gentle kisses against Willow's mouth, enraptured by the picture she presented as she undulated against him. He moved a hand to cup her cheek and nipped her lower lip. "I love you, Willow," the vampire groaned softly.
Her hand slid from his back and ribcage, where they had been caressing smooth cool skin, up to his face. She pulled him in, deepening the kiss and whispered against his mouth, "I love you too, Angel."
Her words and emotions washed over him, and Angel felt a tightening in his body. He reached between them, rubbing Willow's swollen nub quickly until he felt her stiffen under him. When he felt the first spasms of her channel grasping at his hard length, he increased the force and speed of his strokes.
The two tumbled headfirst into orgasm, Angel emitting a growl with his cool release. Willow's soft cries of pleasure seemed to bounce off the walls of the bedroom and echo back to them both. By now the golden light that hovered over the bed lowered and wrapped itself around the lovers, filling them with a warmth and power, sending them even higher as their bodies were invaded by a powerful force.
Both Angel and Willow were screaming now. Angel was panicked, fearing his soul was being torn away, but this wasn't pain he felt like last time. The young witch felt overwhelmed by the power coursing through her. Never had she ever felt such strong energy before. Their orgasms, seemed to rocket them to another plane where they hovered high in the air for a moment before floating back to earth, like a feather in a warm summer breeze.
The golden light shimmered and flickered briefly before sinking into their skin. Angel and Willow lay silent, still beyond words. The vampire rolled to his side and pulled his lover with him. The redhead looked up at him, questions in her eyes.
"Angel," she asked nervously. She searched coffee brown eyes for the soul and found both soul and demon there, bound together. Willow didn't know how she knew this, she just did. The redhead offered Angel a soft smile. "It worked, didn't it?"
Angel paused to listen for the whispers that Angelus always spat at the soul, tormenting, taunting him. He could feel the demon, but it was silent. Bound. That's the word he was looking for. The demon was bound to the soul. It had worked. He grinned down at Willow and kissed her excitedly. "It worked."
Angel laughed, then sobbed his relief. For so long he had fought the demon, the constant pull and draw to the darkness inside himself. Now there was no longer a tug of war occurring in his body. There was just one being. Willow drew him close and held him while he alternated between sobs and joyous laughter.
And that's how Spike found them.
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