Part 20

Waking up with one thing on his mind, Angelus began to seduce Willow’s sleeping body. As she lay on her back, he carefully slid her nightgown up and over her head. She made pleased little sounds, but didn’t stir. Gently spreading her legs, he lightly ran his tongue up and down her clitoris and folds. When he stopped, she moaned in protest and lifted her hips slightly, urging him to continue. She wasn’t even fully awake and her body craved him; he smiled with masculine pride. Admiring the evidence of his handiwork on her glistening outer lips, he thought she was as pretty and ladylike there as she was everywhere else. There was a gentility to every aspect of Willow that he enjoyed very much.

Drowsily, she looked down at him with a soft smile and raised her hips towards his face. “Good morning, Angelus. That felt sooo good.”

“Good morning yourself, sweetheart. Feeling good is the whole point,” he said, grinning wickedly. Taking her thighs in his hands he began to pleasure her in earnest with his tongue and mouth. Soon Willow was in a frenzy of lust, the relaxed mood forgotten. Having started out horny as hell, Angelus was impatient and didn’t let her come before he entered her. Instead he raised up and impaled her when he judged her to be desperate with need.

Plunging into her hard and deep, Angelus gasped, “God, baby you feel so…oh, I’m going to fuck you so good.” The tingling in his lower belly was amazing and he could hardly think as he felt her wet tightness engulf and welcome him. Fucking Willow was unique. His body far surpassed the usual erotic feelings he associated with sex. The instant he entered her, he always felt mindless with the rush that went to every nerve ending. It took restraint to not just pound into her, letting the mad desire overtake him. If he weren’t such a seasoned lover, he wouldn’t stand a chance of resisting the lure. She deserved to be rewarded for being such a treat, however, so he persevered.

Willow was thrusting up to meet his down strokes so hard, he wouldn’t be surprised if her pelvic bone was bruised later. They were both so caught up in the heated coupling that they were muttering nonsense. Pulling his lips to meet hers in a brutal kiss, Willow came. Angelus didn’t even try to hold back his response to her grasping, spasming muscles. He collapsed on her and they lay there in a heap of satisfied exhaustion.

Angelus was roused out of his stupor by Willow wriggling and saying in a strangled voice, “Vampire heavy.”

Chuckling, he rolled off of her and pulled her onto his chest. “Sorry.”

Snuggling contentedly, she smiled, “Don’t apologize. It was worth near suffocation.”

Lying there in the aftermath felt so good, but, “Willow me darlin,’ don’t get too comfortable, you have a busy day ahead.”

She raised her head to look at him in surprised bewilderment, “I do?”

Well, that certainly had gotten her attention, he thought with smug satisfaction. “Yes, you do,” he said enigmatically. “So you’d better get yourself into the shower.”

Willow sat up, curious and exasperated, “Well?”

She looked charming sitting there naked and annoyed, all mussed from sex. Angelus enjoyed her squirming as he took his time studying all of her before he answered. “People are coming to pamper and dote on you. Like a day at the spa, but in the comfort of your own home.”

“Oh.” Willow looked and sounded disappointed, but Angelus was confident she’d enjoy herself.

“You’ll like it very much. I promise. You’ll feel like a million bucks and wonder how you ever got along without indulging yourself like that.” He chuckled at the roll of her eyes and took her hand, kissing her fingertips. “Just go with it, sweetheart. Try something new.”

“What about you? Will you be there?”

Angelus raised an inquisitive eyebrow, “Would you like me to be?”

“Yes! It’ll be more fun with someone to talk to. I’ll feel all…uncomfortable. Those girly-girl types make me feel…well, it’s just not my thing.”

Angelus didn’t like the insecurity that made her feel that way. Today’s activities would help combat that, though. The woman at Service, Inc. he’d spoken to when he called with his request understood that Willow was to be made to feel special and catered to. Nobody at Service, Inc. wanted to disappoint him and he was confident in the treatment his lover would receive. Besides being an enjoyable day for her, it was meant to aid in establishing a sense of entitlement: that feeling thus was her due. He gave her a winning smile, “Fine then, I’ll hang around and keep you company. All I ask is that you keep an open mind. Try it, and if you decide you don’t like it, then don’t do it again.” He was certain she’d enjoy herself, but he couldn’t very well imbue her with a sense of entitlement without giving her free choice in the matter.

Willow nodded. “Okay. I’ll let them do…whatever it is they do, and you know, not have preconceived notions.”

“Good girl.” Angelus had another card up his sleeve, “I have an additional surprise for you today, as well,” he said looking pleased with himself.

Willow hadn’t exactly been bowled over by his other big plan, so with a decided lack of enthusiasm, she asked, “What?”

Angelus pulled himself into a sitting position, “E-mail!”

She tilted her head, two lines forming between her brows, “E-mail?”

Taking his time to shove and fluff pillows behind him, he let her interest build. Once he was settled comfortably against the pillows and massive headboard, he replied, “Yes. I have a whole pile of printed out e-mails for you.” Smiling smugly, knowing she’d be delighted, he continued, “from your friends…and ‘your’ responses, naturally.”

Willow bounced in excitement and lunged at him. She gave him a smacking kiss on the lips and peppered his face with more. “Oh, I can’t wait!”

Angelus chuckled and looked at her lasciviously, “Make your tits bounce around like that some more and I’ll consider that incentive to come up with more happy surprises.”

Willow blushed, as he knew she would. “Oh you!” she said, pulling the sheet up self-consciously.

Grinning unrepentantly, he motioned towards the bathroom and said, “Now go and get ready. I’ll order your breakfast.”

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Willow was alive with childlike excitement as she sat in her fluffy white terry cloth robe, invigorated from her shower, and nibbled fresh strawberries.

Angelus was studying the stock pages in the newspaper, letting her eat her breakfast in peace. He looked up to see her smiling widely when he felt her staring at him. “Yes, dear? Is there something you’d like to say?”

“I was just thinking that this is such a great day! First I had the most amazing dream and didn’t want to wake up, then we…you know…and it was *really* good.” Her eyes widened, “I mean, it’s *always* good, it was just…you know, extra great. And now I’ll get to see what the gang’s been up to since I left.” Her face became serious. “Thank you, Angelus.”

Angelus folded the paper, laid it on the table and smiled, gazing at her intently. “You’re welcome, Willow.” For some reason, he wasn’t quite sure what, he didn’t want to tell her that they’d shared the dream. “Care to tell me about your dream?”

She frowned and thought about it, pushing food around her nearly empty plate with her fork. When she looked up at him her expression was shy. “Well, it was very…um.” Smiling softly, she continued, “You’ll think I’m sappy. Do you mind if we don’t talk about it right now?”

Angelus thought it interesting that neither of them cared to discuss their shared dream with the other. Willow’s hesitancy was fortuitous, though, because it relieved him of any need to reciprocate. “That’s fine. I’m just glad you’re having pleasant dreams.” He could see that she was pleased that he wasn’t going to press the matter.

Willow put her fork on her plate, pushing it away from her, and tucked her linen napkin beneath it. Placing her arms on the table, she leaned forward, “Besides, there’s something else I wanted to say.”

Her expression was very serious and he was curious as to what else was on her mind. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Yes?”

She squirmed in her chair a bit and her eyes darted around, returning to him periodically before they settled on his face. “You…you, um.”

He smiled at her reassuringly, “Sweetheart, you can tell me anything. Just relax and tell me what’s on your mind.”

Willow looked slightly comforted and nodded. “Okay.” She took a deep breath, “This is the thing. I feel really good that you’re going to let me see the e-mails everyone’s been sending me. Thank you, again.” She paused to smile gratefully. “But, it’s more than that. I feel like it means that you trust me more. That you are ready to let life here feel more normal for me. That’s great because I miss my friends, of course, but mostly because it makes me feel like…um, like you want me.”

Angelus digested what she had said. He’d thought he’d been making it abundantly clear that he wanted her very much. He stood without speaking and went around the table to lean over her and kiss her lips very softly. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the wingchair by the fireplace and settled her on his lap, turning her to face him. Looking into her eyes very seriously, he said, “Willow, if I’ve been giving you the impression that I don’t want you, then I’ve been inadvertently sending the wrong signals. I’m sorry for that.” He placed his fingertips on her cheek, “I want you very much.”

Tears filled her eyes and she appeared to be vastly relieved.

He wanted to ease her mind, but was on unfamiliar ground. Assurances weren’t his forte. Considering his next move, he watched one of the tears slide down her cheek. She certainly provoked tender emotions within him. He wiped the tear away with his thumb, running the fingers of the other hand through her silky hair. “Willow,” he kissed her lips, then sought eye contact, “You are not just a plaything to me. Not someone to be used and then discarded. I want us to be together for a very long time.”

A look of longing suffused her features. It was clear to him that she was afraid to put stock in his words. He respected that; this was a smart girl and he was a demon. She stared at him in silent contemplation.

“Trust isn’t built with words, Willow. Just as I’ve come to trust that you won’t run off the first chance you get, you’ll come to trust my intentions. Time, not words, will accomplish this.”

She nodded and straightened her shoulders.

Angelus smiled softly. He recognized the signs; Willow was gearing up to say something. He helped her get started, “Go on, then, Sweetheart. Speak your mind.”

She took a deep breath, gathering her nerve. “Here’s the thing.” She looked deeply into his eyes, “I love you.”

He knew she loved him. He just hadn’t been prepared for such a blatant verbalization. Before he could get his thoughts in order, she placed her fingers on his lips.

“Angelus, please don’t speak. It would be hard enough to say this to any guy…with a demon it…it’s, well, harder even. I just want….” Her heart was pounding a mile a minute and she swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to say it back. I wouldn’t believe you if you did. I just need it to be out there. I don’t just love you, I’m head-over-heels, madly in love with you. I think the reason I need to say it is…well, I don’t know for sure why. I guess I need to know if it’s going to make you dump me as fast as you can. I need to know if it changes anything. You know…better to be hurt bad now, than worse later. I just need you to know where my head’s at.”

Abruptly, she hopped off of his lap as he sat there speechless. “Now go get dressed so you’ll be ready for my appointment. And don’t say anything! I don’t want you to make one peep about what I said just now.” With that, she flounced off to brush her hair.

With a thoughtful expression, Angelus obediently rose from his chair to do as he was told.

End Part 20