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Pairing: Angel/Willow
Summary: Willow and Angel comfort each other after the death of Buffy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and Co. I'm not making any money off them. I'm just trying to make them feel a bit better. I'll give them back. Don't sue.
Dedication: thanks to my beta
Spoilers: the end of AtS season 2 (Buffy's death)
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Angel was surprised when he walked into the lobby of the Hyperion to see her sitting there. One look at Willow's anguish-filled face and eyes, he knew why she was there. Buffy. He didn't need to hear Willow say anything. He had known something wasn't right the minute they had gotten through the portal back from Pylea. He had always been able to feel Buffy. Even when she wasn't close to him physically, he could still feel her presence. He couldn't feel her anymore.
Buffy's name was the only thing he said before he walked towards the stairs, leading to his room. He left the shocked faces of his friends, staring after his retreating back. He had to get away from them and their sympathy. He didn't want to hear anything from them yet. He knew he couldn't handle it right now. The pain of losing her was too much of a shock.
Once he was in his room, the tight control he had on his emotions slipped. He felt the tears falling softly down his face. He made no move to wipe them away. He wasn't aware of how long he sat there in the dark. It could have been days for all he knew or cared. Time meant nothing to him. Only one thought kept echoing through his head, she's dead, his Buffy.
What he didn't understand was why he wasn't ash already. He'd always thought that the minute Buffy died, he would go with her. The pain would be so overwhelming that he would turn to dust. He didn't want to exist without her. It was bad enough existing without her in his life; he didn't want to do it with her not even in this world. He could face anything as long as he knew that she was alive and happy elsewhere, but not this. How was he going to make it without her? She was and always would be the love of his life.
He didn't know why she had faced the god Glory without him. She should have known that he would have come to her in a second if only she had called him. Why hadn't she called him? Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over him. What if she had tried to call him? He hadn't even been in this world, this dimension. Maybe if he had, he would have been able to save her. He felt like he'd let her down. He had always made it a point to be there when she needed him. He hadn't been there this time. Logically he knew that a slayer's life expectancy was short, very short. Somehow he'd thought once he gave back his humanity for Buffy, she would get to live a long life. He didn't think she'd die just a few short months later, but she had.
Angel tried to ignore the knocking on the door. He hoped that whoever it was would go away and leave him to mourn in peace. He didn't want to hear how sorry they were or that with time he'd feel better. How the hell was he supposed to feel better? He didn't even want to feel better. The only way he would ever feel better is if Buffy were to somehow miraculously walk into his room. He didn't believe that was going to happen. When the knocking refused to let up, he slung himself off the bed and stalked to the door. He swung it open with a growl.
"Damn it, Wesley! I'm fine. I don't need -" Angel let his sentence trail off as he realized it wasn't Wesley or any of his people standing outside his door. It was Willow.
"May I come in?" she asked hesitantly.
Angel stepped aside to allow Willow entrance to his room. As soon as the willowy redhead entered the room, she turned and launched herself at Angel. Her arms tightly encircled his neck as she burst into tears. Her pitiful sobs echoed through the room. His arms instinctively pulled her closer into his protective embrace as she cried out in agony and disbelief.
"We were too late. By the time Buffy got to the top of the tower, the portal was already beginning to open. She thought she didn't have a choice. She didn't even wait to tell us what she was going to do. She didn't even let us tell her goodbye. She just jumped. Maybe we could have done a spell or something. She didn't have to jump. She didn't have to," she cried. Her tears soaked the black shirt that Angel was wearing, molding it to the muscles of his chest.
"Sh," he whispered, gently stroking her back. "I know you did all you could do. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to help." Angel stopped speaking as a wave of pain threatened to overwhelm him. He softly cupped Willow's chin in his large hand, urging her head up. "Look at me, please." As soon as Willow raised her tear-filled eyes to Angel's face, he continued. "It wasn't your fault Willow. You have to believe that."
He couldn't stand the look of agony in her eyes, the same agony that was mirrored in his own. He would give anything if he could take away the pain. He watched as tears fell unbidden down her face. Her tear-stained face and quivering lips were his undoing. Without a thought, he leaned down and captured a tear on his tongue. As he licked away the moisture, he felt her body tremble in his embrace.
He slowly lowered his head until his lips were mere inches from Willow's soft, inviting mouth. His tongue gently traced the outline of her lips before he claimed hers in a kiss so full of need that it brought more tears to her eyes. His lips lingered on hers for a moment longer before he raised his head.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall apart like that on you," Willow whispered urgently. "I came up here to comfort you."
"You are," he whispered, matching her urgency.
They looked deep into each other's eyes. They both knew if she didn't leave right then, they were going to make love no, not really make love. This wasn't about love. It was about need, pure, unadulterated, I'm-not-going-to-survive-the-night-if-you-don't-touch-me need.
As Willow's hand caressed Angel's handsome face, she spoke softly, "We really shouldn't be doing this. I don't love you. You don't love me"
"No, but I do need you," Angel said quietly. He gently ran his fingers through Willow's flaming red hair.
"We need each other," Willow whispered firmly. She wasn't about to let Angel think he was the only one in need. She needed him as much as he needed her. They needed each other to take away the pain of losing Buffy, the guilt for being alive when she wasn't.
Angel stood silently as Willow carefully stripped the tear-stained shirt from him. She couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her at the sight of his marble chest. Her small, hot hands itched to caress every inch of his cool skin.
Mistaking the sound that she made, Angel asked quietly, "Are you sure you want this?"
"I need this" she whispered softly.
He didn't need any further encouragement. Angel wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer to his tall frame. He gently nibbled at her lips as he guided her backwards until the backs of her legs were flush against the bed. His large hands worked quickly to strip her of her clothing. He was so intent on removing her clothes that he didn't even notice the blush that stained her cheeks. When the last bit of her clothing lay piled at her feet, she automatically moved to cover herself from his hot, piercing gaze. It had been a long time since any man had seen her naked, longer still since one had made her body sing. She didn't want to disappoint him. She hadn't been naked in front of a man since Oz. That had been so long ago that it shouldn't count.
Angel took her hands in his and raised her arms over her head, opening her body to his hungry gaze. His gaze traveled leisurely up and down her nude form, taking in the pert breasts, the red curls at the apex of her thighs. He inhaled a quick, unneeded breath. Her body was perfect. He had to touch her. He transferred both her hands into one of his. His other hand slowly stroked down her arm. His hand grazed the side of her breast as his thumb moved across the already puckering nipple. She moaned as Angel's hand slowly traveled down her body, leaving a trail of quivering flesh in its wake. As his hand cupped her heat, she sighed his name. Slowly, very slowly, he slid one finger in and out of her moist core. She wriggled her hips, trying desperately to drive his finger further into her hot depths. Her body tingled with each thrust of his finger. Willow wasn't sure how much more she could take without climaxing, and she really wanted Angel to be inside her when she did.
As if sensing her need, Angel removed his finger from her soaked body, and lifted her gently into his arms. He watched silently as her tongue came out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. The erotic action caused him to swell painfully against the zipper of his pants. He had to get out of his clothes and into her before he totally disgraced himself. With that thought in mind, he gently lowered her to the bed. He stood back up and started to undress. As the last of his clothing fell to the floor, he heard the quick intake of breath. Willow was staring wide eyed at his nude form. He stood very still allowing her to look her fill of his body.
"Oh my God, you're beautiful. I've always wondered" she whispered softly. Willow gasped when she realized that she'd spoken those damning words out loud. Her eyes widened with shock as her face turned bright pink. She would have given anything to recall the words that tumbled from her mouth. When she saw the shy, sexy smile that spread slowly across Angel's face, she changed her mind. Brooding Angel was gorgeous, but when he smiled, he was devastating. Willow clenched her hands around the sheet. She was desperately trying to keep herself from pulling him to her and ravishing him the way her mind and body were urging her to. She wanted to devour him whole!
Angel could no longer stand still; the look she was giving him was driving him wild. He didn't want to wait any longer. He needed her now. With one swift movement, he lowered himself onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. His lips moved over hers in an excruciatingly slow kiss. He lightly ran his tongue over her lips, seeking entrance into the hot cavern of her mouth. As her mouth opened, his tongue quickly swooped in to plunder her mouth. His tongue pillaged every inch of her inviting mouth, leaving her breathless with passion.
His mouth left hers to rain hot, moist kisses down her neck. She tried to relax but she couldn't stop the whimper as she felt his cool, moist tongue lick the side of her neck. She really did trust Angel not to hurt her. She just wasn't sure how she felt about the whole biting thing.
Angel felt her body stiffen. He understood her hesitancy running through her mind and quickly reassured her. "Shh, it's okay. It's the man that needs you, not the vampire," he whispered.
His words left a guilty ache in the pit of her stomach. She was supposed to be comforting him. He was a vampire; it only stood to reason that blood would be his comfort food. In that instant, she made up her mind to give him whatever he needed from her, no matter what it was. Willow tilted her head on the soft pillow and moved her hair away, giving him access to her neck
Angel was humbled by the gift she offered. He knew she wasn't strictly comfortable with the thought of being bitten, but she still managed to offer it to him anyway. "It's not your blood I need, Willow," he whispered. "It's the warmth of your body."
He leaned down to kiss her passionately once more. His kisses spread molten lava throughout her body. She felt as if she were on fire. His hands caressed every inch of her quivering body, eliciting deep moans of desire from her. His mouth swallowed a moan as his finger delved inside her moist heat. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
Needing to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her, Willow ran her hands slowly over Angel's body, as if she were trying to memorize it. He swallowed hard when Willow's small hand caressed his hard body. He thought his control would slip when she closed her hand around his engorged shaft. He knew it snapped as she started to move her hand slowly up and down. He couldn't take anymore. He tucked her underneath his rock, hard body and entered her in one swift movement.
Willow gasped as his length filled her. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have him so deep inside her. She could feel her orgasm building to a fever pitch from his entry alone. If it felt that good from his penetration, she couldn't wait for him to start moving inside her.
Angel stilled at Willow's gasp. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Willow shook her head. "Please don't stop! You feel so good."
His lips devoured hers as he thrust slowly in and out of her pliant body. His tongue slipped inside her mouth in an imitation of what was happening between them lower. His hands slid under her thighs bringing her closer to him. He groaned as he felt her legs wrap around his waist, driving him deeper into her hot depths. His hands gripped her thighs as her hips continued to grind against his. His hands slid up to clutch her tiny waist as he drove himself deeper, harder into her.
Willow locked her legs tighter around Angel's waist as the pleasure overtook her. She lifted her hips higher to give Angel a different angle, begging him without words to go deeper. She cried out when his mouth closed over her taut nipple, nibbling, sucking until her muscles contracted around him, squeezing him almost painfully. He growled as the pleasure-pain shot through his body. His growl caused her to contract around him again and again, his body screaming for release. The trembling in her body signaled the start of her orgasm. Willow screamed his name as her orgasm hit. She went wild. She licked and then bit firmly into his shoulder, triggering his release. Her nails raked his back leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake. He ignored the pull of the blood, instead concentrating on the little pricks of pain shooting down his spine. He plunged in and out of her slick entrance, going deeper with each thrust, riding out both their combined orgasms. The pain of her nails and teeth coursed through his body as the pleasure of their joining engulfed him. He shuddered, tightly griping her hips as he slammed once more into her passion soaked body, sending his seed shooting deep within her. He collapsed on top of Willow for just a moment before quickly rolling onto his side, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her softly on her lips, swollen from his kisses. She sighed contentedly, snuggling down into his embrace.
An hour later, Angel silently watched as Willow dressed and made her way to the door. She didn't seem in the mood to talk. And truth be told, he wasn't either. He wasn't sorry about what had happened with Willow, and he was almost positive she wasn't either. But it was just a one-time thing; it wasn't going to happen ever again.
On her way out, she paused with her hand on the doorknob. "Angel, I really would have been okay with the biting thing," she said quietly.
"I know," he answered.
Willow opened the door and stepped into the hall. "Maybe some other time," she whispered softly before shutting the door firmly behind her.
A sexy smile curved Angel's mouth as he whispered, "Maybe."
The End