Part 25

Today had gone so well it made yesterday’s unpleasantness seem like a dim memory, Angelus thought with satisfaction as he sat at his desk.

After Willow had thoroughly blown his mind yesterday evening by ravaging him, they’d moved to the bedroom they shared and continued the theme. They’d fucked like sex-crazed bunnies, made slow passionate love, and given their mattress a thorough thrashing. Make-up sex was a fine thing, he thought with a smirk. His cock stirred and he growled in satisfaction at the memory of the bites he’d received from Willow. God, he hoped that was a new fetish and not just a passing fancy on her part.

Finally, just before sun-up, they fell into a deep sleep in a tangle of exhausted limbs. Either Willow had been hopped up on adrenaline, or his blood had substantially increased her stamina. He suspected the latter. When he rose at noon she was still fast asleep and he had thoroughly inspected her body for evidence of yesterday’s abuse or bites inflicted by him during the course of the night; he found none. Very interesting, he thought, since she’d actually imbibed just a tiny amount. Maybe Genevieve could shed some light on that phenomenon when she arrived.

At last, the elusive Genevieve had been located and contacted. His man at Service, Inc. said that her response to his summons had been positive and that she’d said she would come straightaway. He was relieved that she had agreed to drop everything and come at once without explanation as to why her presence was requested. He didn’t want her to have preconceived notions before her arrival here, unless it became necessary in order to convince her. Evidently their long-standing friendship was reason enough for her.

Fortunately, she was on the other side of the world and wouldn’t arrive for a couple of days. While he was anxious for her input and any light she could shed on his relationship with Willow, he did have some prep-work to attend to first.

He sighed and drummed his fingers on his desk. Willow needed to be apprised of his suspicions regarding the special connection they shared. He would have to come clean and hope that she wouldn’t be pissed off at him for holding out on her up until now. He shook his head in wonder: a world where *he*, a fearsome master vampire, notorious for his love of—and gift for—creative, sadistic torture and extreme malevolence, considered the feelings of a lowly human was a strange place indeed. Of course, Willow wasn’t lowly. In fact, he wasn’t entirely certain that she was even completely human anymore. Whatever she was, she was his, and quite significant.

They had shared another dream this morning. His intention was to use that as his reason for telling her now. He didn’t have a firm plan, but his tentative idea was to use the most recent dream and her body’s reaction to a small amount of his blood as catalysts for confirming for him things that had just been conjecture previously. Willow couldn’t be too irritated with him because while he strongly suspected that they shared whatever link Nicholai and Genevieve had, he didn’t know anything for certain. His darling’s reactions were more unpredictable than ever, so he wasn’t going to let himself fret over them further. She might be upset, or she might be too intrigued to be put out—he wasn’t going to speculate. It would be what it would be and he’d deal with it. Tonight. He was going to take her out to a fine restaurant, shower her with attention, and explain, to the best of his ability, what their situation was.

Reclining in his chair, he thought back on this morning’s excellent dream. It had been strange in that he had thoroughly enjoyed thoughts and feelings that were completely alien to him. For example, he wouldn’t have thought in a million years that the words ‘mother of my children’ could conceivably be considered sexy—yet they were. He and Willow—rather, Liam and Willow—had been having a picnic with their four children in a beautiful meadow. Evidently, they had produced a few more offspring in the time between dreams. Their adored Siobhan ran and frolicked with her three boisterous brothers and a big, lumbering dog while he and Willow looked on fondly, beaming with love and pride.

He’d loved lounging on a blanket in the warm sunshine with his precious wife in his arms. They’d kissed and cuddled, reveling in their children’s antics. It had been a perfect day. As the afternoon waned, they had gathered up everything from their picnic and walked home, just enjoying being together as a family. It had seemed so natural and real.

When they’d arrived home, Willow had shepherded the children upstairs and efficiently supervised their bathing and dressing in no time. His parents arrived shortly thereafter to collect his brood for a weekend with their grandparents, or Seanmhathair and Seanathair, as the children called them. It was rather shocking to see how doting and affectionate his father had been with the children. The man had been a total asshole to him his whole life. From what Angelus saw in the dream, marrying Willow and becoming a father had mended fences between him and his father. 

Becoming the parents of four had done nothing to diminish their sex life. They’d certainly made the most of having the house to themselves. Their lovemaking had been poignant in its passion and intensity. His cock grew stiff just recalling the pure eroticism of those hours. If anything, their love and desire for one another had grown exponentially through the years.

Angelus sighed, pulling himself away from memories of a life that had never existed. It wasn’t like he wasn’t more than satisfied with the state of things in the here and now.

Another positive aspect to today was the visit John Barrett had paid him, updating him on the Slayer and her little band of do-gooders. There had been nothing of interest to him in the report, but it was good to know that there was no threat to concern him on that front. Buffy pined for Angel, but he was already aware of that from monitoring Willow’s e-mail—and couldn’t care less anyway. They did wonder, Barrett had said, what had become of Angelus, but had nothing but speculation—which was laughably, and predictably, off the mark. Evidently his forays into other towns to wreak havoc hadn’t registered on their radar. They had enough to keep them busy in Sunnydale, apparently, and didn’t look for trouble beyond the confines of their own little burg.

Angelus felt Willow’s…rather charged presence in the doorway and looked up with a pleased smile. “Dearest! You’re up! And I see that you’re riding a caffeine high. Should I be concerned enough to stage an intervention?”

Willow giggled and bounced into the room, despite trying to downplay her excess energy. “Blame the Turkish coffee. I couldn’t stop at one cup…or three,” she said as she practically skipped around the room.

She looked delicious today. Her hair was wild and free and she was dressed in a short, pleated navy skirt paired with a magenta spagetti strapped top made of silk. It completely suited the buoyancy she was exhibiting. “You’re a vision, Willow. You look good enough to eat.”

She paused in her hyper tour of the room to waggle her eyebrows at him flirtatiously. “Thank you.”

It was hard for him to believe that such a short time ago she would’ve reacted self-consciously to that remark. She’d come a long way.

“You have a dirty mind, little girl. It was just a figure of speech.” He motioned to one of the chairs in front of the desk, “Shut the door and lock it, then sit, I want to talk to you for a moment.”

She did as he asked regarding the door, but ignoring the chair, she came around the desk and sat in his lap. Looking at him solemnly, she said, “You shush. I do not have a dirty mind,” and primly smoothed her skirt.

Angelus chuckled, “You’re right. Pardon me,” he said in a dry, mocking tone, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She smiled her forgiveness, choosing to ignore any sarcasm in his response, and he kissed her. What he’d intended as an affectionate peck turned into a long, lingering convergence of lips.

Sighing, Willow looked unfocused and dreamy, “Nice.” She snuggled against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Huh?” he said, still a bit dazed from the kiss.

“Um, you said you wanted to talk to me…”

“Oh, right. I did. I mean, I do. But first I want to give you something.” He put an arm around her and took a black velvet jeweler’s box from his top drawer, handing it to her. “I saw this and it reminded me of you.”

With surprise and curiosity, Willow caressed the box and eased it open. “Oh!” She ran a finger over the object reverently. Looking up at him with tears in her eyes, she said, “Oh, Angelus, it’s so beautiful! I love it. Thank you.”

It was an ornately engraved gold heart-shaped locket on a chain with rubies embedded in it at intervals. It was so suited to her that he’d bought it the moment he’d seen it. “You’re very welcome.”

She continued to stare at it in awe.

“Take it out of the box and look at it, sweetheart.”

Willow leaned in to kiss him softly, then did as he asked. Dangling it from her fingers, she continued to admire it.

“Look inside.”

Very carefully, she popped it open. He’d placed a photo of her on one side and one of him on the other. Crystalline tears ran slowly down her flushed cheeks. Looking up at him, she said in a choked whisper, “This is…I love it so much. I can’t even tell you.”

Angelus was moved by her reaction to his gift. Taking her face in his hands, he smoothed away her tears with his thumbs and smiled softly into her eyes. “I’m glad you like it.” His voice was unaccountably hoarse, so he cleared his throat and moved his hands to her hips. “Look at the back.”

Willow turned the locket over and her breath caught on a sob.

He’d had it engraved:

She sniffled and put her arms around his neck, kissing his lips repeatedly, then covered his face with feather-light pecks. Pulling back, she held the locket to her chest and said, “I will treasure this, Angelus. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”

He stroked her hair and brushed a stray lock from her cheek, memorizing her expression and savoring the moment.

She took his hand and placed the locket in his palm, “Please, put it on me.” She held her hair up and turned her head to accommodate him. “I’m going to wear it every day and only take it off to shower.”

As he carefully worked the clasp he said, “Better not wear it to bed either, your lover is pretty enthusiastic in his attentions.”

Willow giggled, “You’re right.”

Reaching around her, he removed a hand-mirror from his desk and handed it to her. “Here, take a look.”

She stared at it and petted it for so long that he thought she’d forgotten he was there. Finally, she put the mirror down and looked at him earnestly, “It’s perfect.”

He squeezed her waist and said softly, “So are you, my darling.”

They got lost in a kiss as potent as the last one. When it ended, he held her and stroked her back; both lost in their own thoughts.

Angelus enjoyed the feeling running through him, it was…pure and simple. The absolute contentedness was out of character and more suited to his alter-ego from the dreams. Nevertheless, there it was. It should have felt at odds with his nature, but it didn’t. It just insinuated itself into his psyche right along with his more familiar characteristics: bloodlust, violence, and various and sundry evil traits. With a mental headshake, he thought, once again, that he never could’ve anticipated the turn his life had taken—or welcomed it if he had.

Willow’s ass began wiggling provocatively and brought him out of his reverie. He groaned and shifted his hips, grinding his cock into her. The scent of her arousal filled the air and he grabbed her waist to push her against his crotch more firmly.

Before he could land a passionate kiss on her mouth, she burrowed her face into his neck and began to suck and nibble, not even trying to be gentle.

Growling fiercely, he slid a hand under her skirt and ripped the crotch of her flimsy panties. Automatically, she spread her legs a bit to accommodate him, crying out when he thrust two fingers into her. “Baby, you’re so wet. God, I love your hot, wet, cunt.”

He worked his fingers skillfully, eliciting pants and keens from Willow. She spread her legs further and thrust into his hand. “Angelus! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t, Nnnnnnnnnnnmmm!”

Her orgasm was so close; he could feel her tightening around his fingers. “Bite me, sweetheart. Now.” Her blunt teeth sank into the flesh beneath his ear and his cock strained against her in response. He gritted his teeth and remained focused on her pleasure. He palpitated her g-spot hard and fast and pressed his thumb on her clitoris, manipulating it back and forth.

She squealed and whimpered, throwing her head back, and came hard. His engorged cock was taking a beating from her bouncing ass and the pain felt so good.

Barely in control enough to be gentle, he flipped her off of his lap and onto the desktop facedown. She was still in the throes of her orgasm and very pliable. God, she looked so fucking sexy bent over the desk in front of him, her naked ass in his face, and the remnants of her panties dangling. He kneaded her ass roughly and pushed her knees farther apart with his own.

Her pussy looked ripe and swollen with desire, shiny with juices inviting him in. Grabbing her thighs, he lifted her slightly and buried his tongue in her, lapping at the wonderfully unique flavor. God, he loved the taste of her. After briefly laving her clitoris, he let go of her.

She leaned up on her elbows and peeked around at him, “Please, Angelus,” she whimpered.

He grinned wolfishly and stood, unfastening his pants quickly. “Brace yourself, sugar.”

His cock was throbbing, but he slid it into her painfully slowly and gripped her hips, groaning at the feel of her wet heat surrounding him tightly.

Once he was buried to the hilt, he stopped. He was too close to coming and needed a moment to collect himself. She felt so good and he was too worked up to last beyond a couple of thrusts.

Willow mewled and pushed her ass into him, urging him to get on with it.

He chuckled and slapped a pristine white cheek hard enough to sting and leave a red handprint. “Stay still, greedy girl.”

She stilled, and the room was quiet except for her heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock.

When his balls relaxed a bit, he began pumping with long, hard strokes, but not fast. This angle felt so good and he was mesmerized watching himself disappear beneath her lovely ass.

Willow was moaning and muttering nonsense, still following his order to stay still. She’d grunt when he was all the way in, but not in pain—or if it did hurt, she didn’t complain.

Gradually, he began to drive into her faster. Reaching beneath her, he circled his cock with his fingers to get his index finger wet. Willow jumped when he carefully penetrated the tight, puckered bud that had been looking at him so invitingly. “Shhh, shhhh,” he cooed soothingly, placing his other hand on the small of her back. “It’s all good, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

When her body relaxed around his finger, he gently thrust it in and out, but pounded into her pussy.

She screamed his name as she orgasmed violently and he delighted in the muscle contractions around his cock and finger. Finally, he let himself come. Waiting was hard, but good, it felt SO FUCKING GOOD, he thought as his head swam in sensations that hummed through his whole body. His hips shook as he emptied himself into her and slowly removed his finger.

Willow sighed loudly and said something unintelligible. He thought maybe it was, “Wow.”

Pulling out of her, he tucked himself into his pants and refastened them. Fucking Willow on the desk was fun. He definitely planned to do it again sometime.

He carefully lifted her and turned her around, smoothing her skirt. She was sweaty and her hair was a mess, but she smiled contentedly and leaned on the desk. He sat back down and reached under her skirt to remove her tattered panties. She cooperated by lifting each foot in turn to accommodate him. She was so relaxed; he thought she might doze off standing up.

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her leisurely. Her lips were always so supple after she’d been thoroughly fucked; it made it hard to end the kiss. He sighed internally, no more time for monkey business. They had things to do, places to go, people to see. “Willow love?” he murmured against her lips.

“Hmm?”

“Adelaide from Service, Inc. will be here in half an hour to do your hair…and whatever stuff she does to make you especially gorgeous.”

Willow abruptly pulled her lips away and looked at him in surprise. “Addie’s coming today? Why?”

He gave her his most charming smile, “Because you and I are going out tonight, so I called her to come and…do her thing.”

She grinned and bounced, giving him a loud smack on his lips. “Oh! Fun. Where are we going? What should I wear? Would it have killed you to give me more notice?”

He laughed at her excitement, stroking her knee. “We’re going to a very nice restaurant and it’s a long drive, so we need to leave at dusk. I don’t want to risk running into anyone you know, so distance is necessary. You should wear the aqua gown. And, as you’re so fond of reminding me, I’m a dead guy, so whether telling you sooner would’ve killed me is moot.” He brushed her mussed hair off of her cheek. “I couldn’t tell you sooner because I didn’t think of it until I got up. But I’m determined that we go tonight, so get your glorious ass off of my lap and hop in the shower so that you’re ready for Adelaide. If you linger near my cock for much longer I’ll be fucking you again and you’ll run out of time to get ready.”

She rolled her eyes, which were shining with excitement, and stood up, “Oh, this is exciting.” As she dashed toward the door she paused, turning to face him with a serious expression. “It’s funny; the idea of leaving the grounds doesn’t bother me anymore.”

He smiled indulgently, “Good.” She smiled back and nodded, then quietly left the room.

She might be surprised that she was ready to venture into the outside world, he thought, but he wasn’t. Hopefully the news he planned to deliver tonight at dinner wouldn’t douse her enthusiasm…or anything else, for that matter.

End Part 25