DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to
Joss, the monkey-crack smoking freak that he is, owns everything
the title comes from the song Viva Las Vegas
You know, "Bright
lights city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire
" Long live the King!!
Oh, wait, hes dead, isnt he? Nevermind
the song still belongs to him.
Las Vegas, Nevada
One year later...
< Finally... > Willow thought to
herself, < Time alone... >
She had been running since she stepped off
the plane. Her flight from Chicago had been delayed so her arrival was late. She
immediately hopped in a cab and sped towards the convention center, only to be stuck in
traffic for over an hour.
"Over 100 thousand extra people come to town for Comdex, and they're all headed the
same place you are," the cabbie told her.
< Damn, damn, damn... this is NOT going
to be a good trip... >
Now, several hours later, she was finally
trudging down the hall to her hotel room, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and
start this whole trip all over again tomorrow.
She opened the hotel room door and walked
inside, dropping her purse and briefcase on the bed. The bellhop following behind her
placed her suitcase on the stand by the
television and hung her hanging bag in the closet.
Handing him five dollars, she shut the door
behind him after placing the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and locked the
< I wonder if vampires like Vegas?
Its a twenty-four hour town
youd think theyd be drawn to that.
> she thought to herself, wondering over to the window and pulling the curtains back.
She was on the 29th floor and had a
spectacular view of the city. The neon flashed below her as she watched the pirate battle
going on many floors beneath her, cannons exploding, men jumping overboard, ships sinking.
Willow barely noticed as she lost herself in thought about vampires.
One vampire in particular.
< Son of a bitch... >
The phone by her bed rang, interrupting her
< No... dont want to talk to
Knowing shed feel guilty if she
didnt, she answered it.
"Hey, Rosenberg, you better get down
here to the lounge now," said the voice of one of her co-workers.
"No, Ryan, not tonight. Im just
tired and want to get some sleep..."
"McAlester is down here buying drinks,
and hes asking about you."
"Mr. McAlester?" Willow asked,
wondering why the owner of the company was concerned with meeting her.
"The one and only... I wouldnt
blow this by hiding in your room tonight."
"Ill be right down."
Going to the closet, she unzipped her
hanging bag and pulled out a cocktail dress. It wasnt too fancy, emerald green silk,
spaghetti straps, and a v-neck that showed just the right amount of cleavage. The color
almost perfectly matched her eyes, and with her flaming red hair, she was certain to turn
heads. Pausing to run a brush through her hair, she threw on a pair of low pumps and
headed for the elevator.
Settling at the bar, she ordered a martini
and waved to Ryan, calling him over.
"So, where is the big guy?" she
"Not here... he just disappeared a few
"Damn it! Great... I rush down here,
and the son of a bitch isnt even here now."
"Oh, uh, Willow... allow me to
introduce you to Mr. McAlester..." Ryan stuttered.
She hadnt noticed as the man had
slipped up behind her at the bar. She felt her cheeks turning crimson as she turned to
face the man who owned the company.
He stood there wearing a crooked smirk,
looking perfect. He wore a black, well-tailored, very expensive suit. One hand was in his
pocket, the other smoothed his hair back. He looked like a GQ ad.
Jumping from her barstool, she sent the
martini that the waiter had sat in front of her sprawling across the bar.
"Youd better bring her
another," Angel instructed the bartender, chuckling, "I think shes doing
to need it."
"You? Youre McAlester?" she
"Hello to you, too," he leaned
in, gently kissing her cheek, "And, yes, Im McAlester."
Willow clutched her chest, barely able to
"Wha...? Where did y...?
Angel grabbed her by the elbow,
"Cmon, lets get out of here so we can talk..."
"No! Im not going anywhere with
"Tinkerbell, we need to talk..."
"Dont you dare call me
"Fine, Ms. Rosenberg... as your boss,
I insist that we have a meeting... now!"
Without giving much thought to the
consequences of her actions, she grabbed the new martini that the bartender had just set
down and threw it in Angels face.
With finesse and a great deal of restraint, the vampire wiped his face with several
cocktail napkins, and tried to dab the liquid off his expensive suit. He brushed off Ryan,
who tried to help his boss, confused as to the drama unfolding before his eyes.
Willow grabbed her purse off the bar and took off running from the lounge, Angel close
behind. She ran towards the elevators, pausing only to wave her room key at the security
guard. As Angel ran past with her, she stopped, turning back to the guard.
"No, not him... hes not with
With an exasperated smirk, Angel waved his
own key at the guard.
"Good evening, Mr. McAlester, nice
night for it..."
Willow frantically pounded on the up
button, wishing for nothing more than to have a Hellmouth open up and swallow her.
Angel stood behind her, watching her lithe
form angrily assaulting the button, slightly bemused.
"So, what? You own the hotel,
Angel laughed, despite himself, "No, I
Suddenly the door opened up, and Willow
jumped inside. Angel followed closely behind and the door shut. Willow pushed the button
for her floor, and waited for Angel to push another button.
"Well? What floor?"
"Willow, were going to talk, so
just accept it. Why the hell are you so mad at me?"
"Youre joking, right?"
Stepping closer to him, she whacked him with her purse.
She whacked him again, backing him into a
corner of the elevator. Enjoying the sight of the cowering vampire, she hit him again...
and again and again.
"You arrogant, egotistical, insolent,
conceited jack-ass! Did you really think you could just stroll up to me and everything
would be fine?" She punctuated each word with a blow from her purse.
Mercifully, the elevator door opened and
she jumped out, once again with Angel following her. She unlocked her door and went
inside, trying to slam the door behind her. She wasnt quick enough, or strong enough
and Angel easily grabbed the door and pushed his way inside.
She dropped her purse on the bed and kicked
her heels off, walking back towards the window.
She leaned against the small round table by
her window, causing it to sway, sending the room service menu and a couple of magazines
flying to the floor. Willow bent to pick them up, then hurled them at Angel.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he
asked, ducking the booklets easily.
"A year... a YEAR since I've seen you,
and you just come traipsing in... well, lurking around... my life?!" Willow began
pacing around the room, brushing past Angel.
Almost casually, she unzipped her suitcase, flipping it open.
"Shut up!" Her hands fell on her
curling iron. Without thinking, she spun and flung it at him, hitting him squarely in the
He was cut off as a shoe bounced off his
shoulder. Quickly turning away, he barely missed getting hit by its partner, which grazed
"Willow, would you stop that?"
The answer was an obvious no as her
deodorant hit him on the back of the head. He turned back to her, the exasperation and
confusion evident on his face.
"I dont get it, Will?
"How can you even ask me that?"
she screamed, hitting him with her toothbrush, "You left me a year ago, and now you
just show up like nothings changed? As my BOSS!?"
"You TOLD me to leave," he
shouted, ducking as a bottle of perfume crashed into the wall behind him.
"Jesus Christ, Willow," he
hissed, realizing the what the bottle really contained as it splashed on his skin,
"I didnt tell you to disappear
for a year! I thought youd be gone a week or two..."
She grabbed her briefcase in both hands,
swinging it firmly behind her back before unleashing it with all her might in Angels
He tried to catch it, unsuccessfully, and
took the full brunt of the throw right in his chest, causing him to stumble backwards and
knock a lamp off the dresser.
Willow brushed past him and grabbed the
lamp off the floor, swinging it at Angel, catching him right in his lower back.
"OUCH! Damn it, Willow, CUT IT
"Fuck you!" She stood glaring at
him, tears spilling down her cheeks. She reached back into her suitcase and, running out
of heavy objects, began flinging clothes at him.
"I let you into my life, and, yes, I
told you to leave... but a YEAR!?"
"You wanted me to be sure of my
feelings," he implored to her, as a lace bra hit him in the face < Nice >.
"It took THAT long?" She found
another shoe and lobbed it at him.
"A year might be a long time for you,
Will, but in my life, its not all that long..."
"In OUR life its a hell of a
long time. Im not going to live forever, remember?"
"How could I ever forget that? But I
had to clear all the cobwebs out of my life."
Running out of clothes, she tossed the
suitcase at him.
"It was that hard to decide whether or
not you loved me?" She moved to the bedside table, ripping the drawer open.
Angel ducked as the white pages flew past
his head, but wasnt quick enough to avoid the yellow pages that almost ripped his
shoulder out of his socket. Recovering from that blow, he never saw Willow grab the Bible,
wind up, and throw it with all her might. It hit him smack dab in the middle of his
forehead, doubling him over in pain as he grabbed his head.
"God damn it, Willow, if you
dont stop throwing things at me, Im going to..."
"What? Snap my neck?"
As soon as she said it, she wished she
could take it back. The look of pain that crossed Angels face was far worse than she
had ever imagined seeing.
"Im sorry, Willow. I guess I
shouldnt have come here," he said dryly, straightening up and walking towards
"Angel, wait... Dont..."
She caught his arm, "Please? Im sorry... You know I didnt mean
"Yes, you did..."
"No, Angel... Im mad at you, and
I wanted to say something that would hurt you as badly as Ive been hurting for the
past year, but I didnt mean it. You know I didnt..." she begged him.
"Willow, you were the one person that
I thought could separate me from what the demon did... I guess I was wrong..."
"No, Angel, you werent. You know
me better than that..." she tried to wrap her arms around his waist, but he pulled
away, trying to open the door.
Willow flung her back against the door,
refusing to let him leave, "Angel, we need to talk. Im sorry for what I said.
That was mean and hateful and totally unfair. Please dont go..."
Again she tried to slide her arms around
him. He let her this time, relishing the feeling of her small body wrapped tightly against
his. He held back, though, not daring to allow himself to touch her.
"God, Angel," she cried,
"Ive missed you so much... After you left, I waited a month for you... for a
phone call or anything... Nothing. Then I threw myself into school, but that only lasted
until graduation. Then I hung around New York all summer, hoping youd show up,
sitting on my balcony praying that Id look up and find you there. But you never
came, so I finally gave up. I accepted this job and moved to Chicago... but I guess you
know all that, since you own the damn company," she pulled back, slapping Angel with
all her might.
"Willow, what? What did I do
now?" he asked, rubbing his sore jaw.
"God, you can be so dense! I thought
that maybe, just maybe, I had gotten this really fabulous job all on my own! Why in the
hell would you do this?" she reared back and kicked him in the shin as hard as she
"Ouch, damn it, Willow! For you... for
us. So that we could be together, spend time together..."
"Spend time together?! Thats
odd... I havent seen you since you gave me this damn job, or talked to you,
"Yes, you have... remember all the
"Oh, yeah, that counts," she
replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "Little memos and updates... real
meaningful conversation... I cant believe you. You only hired me so you could keep
your eye on me... keep me under your thumb..."
"Dont be ridiculous, Willow.
Im going to live forever, remember? And that costs a lot of money... I bought this
company with the intention of turning it over to you to run because I know that
youll take care of it! If I didnt think you could do it, I would have never
"Yeah, sure," she sniffled.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he gently
shook her, "Damn it, Willow, Im serious. God, I cant ever do anything
right when it comes to you..."
"Quit sneaking up on me, and quit
sneaking around behind my back..."
"Pack you stuff up and come up to my
room, please?" he implored.
"Why the hell would I want to do
"So that I dont have to sneak
around anymore, and we can work this out and I can make things right by you..."
"Why cant you do that
"Your room has too much sunlight. Mine
has darkened windows and thicker drapes."
"Yeah, well, its a long time til
morning. Im not going anywhere with you until I understand why it took you a year to
make your presence known to me."
"I told you why, Will..."
"Yeah, and now I want the real
Angel sighed and sank into one of the
chairs, running his fingers through his dark, martini-soaked locks, "Its really
pretty simple. I was embarrassed. Confused..."
"Why? Confused about what?"
"Willow, the longer I was away from
you, the harder it was to come back into your life..."
"Angel, I dont..."
"Shh... let me finish. I dont
deserve you, Tink. You are such an incredible woman,
worthy of so much more than a monster like me..."
"Dont say it, Willow,"
Angel released another long sigh.
"Boy, you sure sigh a lot for someone
with no breath," she mused.
"Some habits never die. Will, I fully
expected you to forget about me and go on with your life. I thought that the longer I was
gone, youd realize that Im not the man you want, or need, and that youd
meet some other guy that could share your nights AND your days. And when you accepted this
job and moved to Chicago, I really thought that you had moved on..."
"Then why show up now?"
"Selfishness. Im so damned
miserable without you that I had to see you for myself. I had to see with my own eyes that
youre all right, and to prove to myself that you dont need me."
"Youve been spying on me for
years... why not just keep on spying?"
"That got me in a lot of trouble the
last time I did it."
"Trouble? What happened between us was
"You know what I mean."
"No, Angel, I dont. That was the
most wonderful night of my entire life. I had dreamed about being with you for so long,
loved you for what felt like forever, and then suddenly, I had you," Tears streamed
down her flushed cheeks, "Are you saying that you regret that night? You regret
making love to me?"
"God, Willow, no. Thats not what
I meant at all."
Willow moved to the window, once again
looking down at the scene below her on the Las Vegas strip. Angel moved from his chair to
stand behind her, seeing her face reflected in the glass, a face etched in misery.
He placed his hands gently on her
shoulders, softly stroking her arms. His chin rested on top of her head, reveling in the
feel and smell of his Willow.
"Willow, I fell in love with you that
night. It was incredible. Being with you in that way, the one person that has always
accepted me and given me unconditional love, and being able to caress, and taste, and love
you back was... Will, words cant express what that night means to me. You changed my
world, for the better. But, I cant help but think that Ive made your life
"My life is only worse because
youve not been in it."
"Im so sorry, Will. I-I
dont know what to do to make it better..."
Willow turned from the window to face him.
"Stay with me, Angel. Be a part of my
life again. I know we dont have forever, and I know its not going to be easy,
but we have to try. Isnt love worth it?"
When she looked up at him with her huge
green eyes, Angel knew he could refuse her nothing.
"Ok, Willow. Anything you want...
anything to make you happy..."
"Not just me, Angel. I want US to be
"Being with you does make me happy. I
know I dont deserve it, but I cant help it. You make me happy," He leaned
forward, resting his forehead against hers, "I love you, Willow."
"I love you, too."
An hour later, they had gathered
Willows belongings that were scattered around the hotel room and moved her into
Angels suite of rooms.
"A bit extravagant, isnt
it?" she asked, taking in the lush surroundings.
They were standing in the living room. A
small kitchen was on the left side, and to the right was the huge master bedroom. A
balcony led off of the living room, showing off a spectacular view of the strip. The
living room contained two couches, along with several large easy chairs, and a gigantic
fireplace that covered most of one wall.
"To get the darkened windows, I had to
lay down quite a bit of cash. Wait til you see the tub in the master bath
"Say no more, I understand."
"Can I kiss you yet?"
"I dont know... I think I should
stay mad at you a bit longer. Im still not quite over everything youve told me
tonight, and I think I still have a lot of questions to ask you."
"Cmon... just one kiss, then you
can ask me anything you want."
Willow melted looking into his chocolatey
brown puppy-dog eyes.
"Well... maybe just one..."
Cutting her off, Angel slid his arms around
her slender waist and crushed his lips against hers. Willow leaned into his body,
accepting his mouth. As the kiss grew deeper, she held him tighter, running her fingers
through his thick, dark hair, plunging her tongue into his mouth. He suddenly pulled away,
holding her at arms length.
"Wha...?" she asked, swooning.
"One kiss, remember?" he teased,
"I want you to ask all your questions and have all this out of the way before we go
"Ok, fine... evil man..." she
muttered under her breath.
They sat on the couch together, with Willow
leaning back into his arms. He caressed her slowly, massaging her shoulders and arms.
"If you keep doing that, I wont
remember any of the questions that I have to ask you..."
"Do you really want me to stop?"
"No... but just dont distract
me," she chastised.
"Did you really give me this job
because you trust me to take care of your company, or so you could keep an eye on
"I bought it to make money, yes.
Im putting you in charge of it because I know that this is what you love, and I know
that youre the best person for the job, and I bought it so that I would have an
excuse to keep you in my life forever..."
"Angel, you know we dont have
forever... Im at my peak now... in a few years Im going to start becoming an
old lady... Its a nice romantic notion, but I dont want my sexy young vampire
boyfriend taking care of me when Im 90, changing my Depends and spoon-feeding me
mushy oatmeal, and watching me die..."
"I will take care of you as long as I
can, Willow, and I know that we dont have forever. Which is why I dont want us
to dwell on that. We have a long time... a long time to love each other. I dont want
to think about the future. I want to spend every minute concentrating on what we have, not
what we have to lose someday..."
"I... I... I dont really know how to respond, Angel. I want to be with you
forever... maybe you could, you know, change me..."
"NO! Willow, no... I could never do
that to you... I could never take your soul."
"You could restore it... I could show
you how to do the ritual..."
"No way, Willow... I wont. You
dont know what its like to watch everyone you know and love die. Its the
worst thing possible. I wont make you do that."
"Angel, that is part of life. We watch
our grandparents, and parents and friends and family die. But we would be together...
"You cant change my mind on
this. I love you too much. End of story, end of conversation."
"No, no buts. Im not kidding,
Will... this is not an option."
Willow knew without even looking at his
face that he was serious. The dark timbre of his voice told her that. She also knew that
this was something that she didnt need to be seriously concerned about this for a
long time. She had several years to convince him to change her.
"Ok, Angel... subject dropped."
Willow felt his arms relax around her.
"So, do you live in LA?"
"Yeah. Maybe you could move out
"I dont know... its kinda
sudden, isnt it? I mean, what would my parents say?"
"Marry me, then."
"If youre concerned about what
people will think, marry me. We are in the wedding capital of the world..."
This Willow wasnt expecting.
"You cant be serious,"
Willow quickly sat up, "Are you serious?"
"Well, yes and no... I mean, I was
teasing, but I was raised back in the day when a gentleman married the woman he planned on
spending his life with..."
"I cant marry you, Angel. Not
yet, anyway... Im serious about my parents and all that. Before I get married,
Id, at the very least, want my folks to meet you. And moving to LA? I dont
know, Angel. Why cant you move to Chicago?"
"Hellmouth and all that... There are
things going on there that I need to take care of, things I dont want you to worry
"I cant move to Los Angeles if
you dont tell me whats going on..."
"Just typical vampire and demon
things... maybe you should stay in Chicago for the time being..."
"Cmon, Angel, whats going
"Willow, I swear, its nothing
out of the ordinary... Just the same old thing. I just dont want you to worry about
"Fine, then, Ill forget about
it. I wont move to LA, and I wont marry you..."
Angel sniffled dramatically, "Turning
me down? Im hurt."
"If youre REALLY nice, I could
probably make it all better..."
Willow turned on the couch to face Angel,
planting a wet kiss on his smiling lips.
"But first, I need a bath. Its
been a long damn day and I feel like I look... and smell... like Hell."
"Now," Angel said, kissing the
tip of her nose, "We both know that you smell better than Hell, and you certainly
look better, too."
"Whatever, Im still taking a
bath. Didnt you say something about a tub?"
Twenty minutes later, Willow was relaxing
in the biggest bathtub shed ever seen in her life. It was in the center of the
bathroom, sunk into the floor. She had filled it almost to the edge with steamy hot water
and half a bottle of bubble bath, and was feeling blissfully relaxed. Her life was, for
the moment, perfect.
She never noticed Angel slipping into the
room, or sitting on the edge of the tub. He dipped his hand into the water, and slowly
stroked her inner thigh. Water splashed over the edge as Willow leapt in fear.
"Damn it, Angel... no more sneaking up
"I wasnt trying to sneak up on
you," he grinned, continuing his exploration of her leg as she settled back into the
tub, "Its not my fault that you were in another world."
"Actually, it was... God, that feels
good... I was lying here thinking about you ,and how... a little harder... there...
thats it... and how perfect my life is right now, thanks to you... You know, this
tub is big enough for two..."
Willow reached up, grabbing Angel by the
collar of his shirt and pulled him in the water on top of her, sending the water splashing
and swelling over the edges.
Angel slid his arms around her, pressing a
hard kiss against her expectant lips. She wrapped her legs around his body as he crushed
his pelvis against her, his waterlogged pants and shirt becoming an uncomfortable barrier
He had already lost his jacket and tie,
along with his shoes and socks. His shirt was unbuttoned and Willow easily peeled it off
Placing his hands on the edge of the tub,
Angel lifted him up as she unfastened his pants, sliding them down to his knees, along
with his boxers. Getting them the rest of the way off proved to be a more difficult task
as more water splashed from the tub as Willow leaned forward to tug them off. They landed
with a splut on the floor along side his shirt.
Angel lowered him on top of her again,
groaning at the feel of her wet, naked body against his. She rested her feet on the side
of the tub, urging him inside of her.
"You are an impatient little
thing," he told her, clasping his lips around one pink nipple that was peeking out of
"Oh, God," she moaned, running
her fingers through his hair and down his back.
Feeling her body press upwards against his, Angel cupped her other breast in his hand,
tenderly running his thumb across the nipple.
Willow spoke in gasps, "Angel. I
dont think...I... ah. Can. Wait. Much... Ohh. Longer."
Angel chuckled, moving back to her lips to
kiss her deeply. He snaked his hand between their bodies and plunged a finger deep inside
"Its going to be a long night,
Tink," he informed her, lazily circling her clitoris with his thumb.
"Angel, please!" Willow begged.
He complied with her wishes, applying more
pressure with his thumb.
"Oh, God, Angel..."
Angel pressed another finger inside of her,
rubbing her swollen nub harder, feeling Willow begin to tense underneath him.
"Cmon, Willow, come for
me," Angel purred against her lips, coaxing her orgasm out of her.
He continued to thrust his fingers inside
of her, curving them upwards, massaging her elusive g-spot. His thumb worked in a rhythm,
alternating stroking and applying pressure. His mouth moved to her ear, nibbling on the
soft skin, suckling the lobe between his teeth.
"I love you, Tinkerbell," he
whispered, "Now come..."
Willow exploded beneath him, crying out
behind a burst of colors that danced in her eyes as her climax ripped through her body.
Angel continued his sweet torments, drawing out her orgasm as long as he could before
taking mercy on her and pulling his hand away.
Willow caught his face between her hands
and kissed him deeply, rolling her tongue against his. Angel carefully lifted himself out
of the tub, then helped Willow out. Her legs were like Jello as she leaned against his
strong, hard body for support as he dried her with a huge fluffy towel.
He started with her hair and worked his way
down, rubbing her dry and working the kinks out of her tired body with his talented hands.
He knelt in the floor as he toweled off her
legs and feet when she suddenly pushed him backwards and straddled his legs.
"Shh... its your turn
Willow took him softly into her hands,
running her fingers from the head to the tip, applying firm pressure, eliciting a moan
from the vampire. She leaned forward, keeping one hand wrapped around him, and nuzzled his
chest, running her tongue across his nipples. Unconsciously, he started to thrust against
her. Willow raised herself up to her knees, moving slightly forward. She positioned him at
her entrance, lowering herself just slightly as the tip of his manhood entered her.
With a strangled cry, she lowered herself,
feeling her body expand to accommodate Angels huge member. She began to move her
hips in small circles, intently watching Angels face, watching him respond under her
His eyes were clinched tightly shut, and
his hands clutched at the towel beneath him. His strong mouth fell open, a continual cross
between a growl and a moan spilling from his lips.
Willow raked her nails across his chest and
he began to slowly thrust up into her.
Suddenly, he pulled himself up dragging her into his arms as he continued to thrust. Their
lips met in a wet kiss, their lips barely touching as their tongues danced together before
being forced apart by their movements. They stared into each others lust filled eyes
as their lips brushed against each other with each thrust.
Willow rocked her hips against him,
crushing her core against his pelvic bone. Willow felt her stomach tighten as her second
orgasm drew near, and though she longed to hold back to wait for Angel, she couldnt.
Throwing her head back, she came with a hiccuped sigh and a loud moan.
She slumped forward, burying her face
against Angels shoulder. Angel continued to thrust lightly into her body as he
brushed her damp hair away from her face, kissing her cheeks softly. Willow snaked her
arms around his neck, holding him tightly.
"That one was supposed to be for
you," she murmured.
"Next one is all mine, Tink," he
told her, lifting her spent body off of his.
Standing, he reached down and lifted her
into his muscular arms and carried her to the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed, admiring his
"God, you are so incredibly
beautiful..." he crawled between her legs, working one hand between them as he
stretched out over her body. She was still wet, and her lips were still inflamed as he
positioned himself to reenter her.
He thrust into her deeply, pulling another
cry from Willows throat. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his body,
drumming her heels against his lower back as he pumped her small body. He was quickly
moving towards the edge as Willow began to mumble.
"Harder, Angel... Oh... God,
He picked up his tempo, pumping furiously,
when suddenly Willow reached between their bodies and began touching herself.
Angel erupted, shooting his seed deep
inside her before collapsing on top of her. As he slowly regained his senses,
Willows labored breathing told him that she needed yet another release. He quickly
pulled out of her and lowered his face between her legs. As soon as his tongue touched her
swollen nub, she began to tremble. Catching it gently between his teeth, he stroked her
with his tongue, his fingers holding her lips apart as he abruptly forced two fingers
inside of her. He massaged her inner walls as she came again, bucking against his tongue.
A few minutes later as they gathered their
wits about them, Angel snuggled Willow into his arms, chuckling.
"Three times within half an hour,
"Its not my fault that all you
have to do is look at me and I come..."
"I love it, Tink. I love that
youre just a big bunch of sensitive nerve endings just waiting for me to
"I love you," she replied.
They fell into an easy sleep. When morning
came, Willow jumped out of bed and rushed for the shower.
"Hey, wherere you going?"
Angel called after her.
"Las Vegas, Comdex, big convention,
work... any of that sound familiar?"
"Will, you dont have to go.
Im the boss, remember? And Im not going."
"Youre not going because you
cant go out in the sun. I made quite a scene in the bar last night, and I dont
intend to have people thinking that I can slack off on the job because Im fucking
"Such language... you kiss your mother
with that mouth?"
"No, just you," she yelled as she
turned on the shower.
Angel spent the rest of the day pacing
around his suite, firing off emails from his laptop, some to the other employees, some to
Willow that leaned on the suggestive side.
Tonight, we try for four... or maybe five, even, if we get an earlier start and you
dont dump any martinis on me, or hit me with any lamps.
You are going to feel like such an ass if anyone else gets hold of these emails...
Are you trying to blackmail me, Ms. Rosenberg? I am, after all, still your boss.
I dont need to blackmail you... I can just withhold sex...
Finally, around six oclock, Willow
returned to the room. Angel jumped from his chair and gathered her into his arms, inhaling
"Thank God. Ive been going nuts
cooped up in this room without you."
"Ive missed you, too," she
replied, kissing him, "And as much as Id like to get started on those four...
five... orgasms, Im starving. You have to buy me dinner."
"My pleasure... anything to get out of
this room for awhile."
Angel took her to an Italian restaurant
called Battistas. They first shared a bottle of red wine, and talked business. Angel
didnt really have much hands on experience running the company, but he was
surprisingly business savvy.
"Ive been around for 250 years.
No one is going to take care of me, except for me," he explained, "I could trust
lawyers and stockbrokers with my money, but Ive been burned in the past. I deal
mainly with one law firm thats had my accounts for nearly one hundred years.
Theyre on retainer and they dont ask any questions. I trust them as much as
anyone should trust a lawyer, but Ive learned to keep a close eye on my own
"Angel, Im not ready to handle
this company all by myself. Please, dont do anything goofy like try to turn it over
to me right now."
"I know that, Tink. Besides, if I put
you in charge now, youd be way too busy to ever spend any time with me. But, you
know, someday it will be yours."
"No, not mine... ours, perhaps."
"We really need to figure out what
were going to do, Will."
"I know. Please, Angel, tell me that
you wont disappear again," she pleaded.
"You have my word. From now on, no
more hiding. I dont ever want to let you go again."
"So, howre we going to work
this? I dont know how serious you were last night, but I really dont want to
move to Los Angeles... For the same reasons that you feel that you need to stay there.
Cant you just leave? I mean, I think you deserve a break from fighting evil every
time you turn around."
"Willow, I cant do that, and you
know it. My reason for being here is so that I can try and do some good, to try to make up
for all the things I did..." his voice trailed off.
Willow grabbed his hand across the table,
"I know, Angel, I know. But Im worried about you. I want to keep you close at
hand... where I can protect you."
Angel couldnt suppress the chuckle
that escaped his lips, "Protect me?"
"I may be little, but I can cast a
mean spell, and you know it!"
"Ill be fine, Tinkerbell. The
vampires in Los Angeles are idiots. Its just that being so close to the Hellmouth,
it attracts them like flies."
"I still dont like it..."
"Thats not the only reason I
dont think you should move to Los Angeles..."
Willow gave him a puzzled look.
"This is going to sound incredibly
human of me, but I
I dont think were ready for it yet."
Willow bit her bottom lip, furiously trying
to stifle her giggle.
"Whats so funny about
"Thats just such a
thing to say, Angel. Were not ready for it yet," she mocked his
"Im glad you find my honesty so
"Explain further, please," she
"You know my previous relationships
havent gone real well. I havent had much success. I
I just dont
want us to jump into this big relationship thing and screw it all up."
Willow sat silently.
"Do you hate me?" he asked.
"Hate you? God, no. Angel, I
its just so
I dont know. I just didnt expect to hear that. I
agree, though. I think we should try taking this at a normal pace. Just please, please
dont disappear on me again. Please."
Angel brushed a strand of her red hair away
from her face, "Never, Will. I promise.
You will know where I am every minute of every day."
"And, Angel?" Willow said,
"I think we need to tell the others
that youre alive. Cordy, Xander and Oz still dont know I brought you back.
Id tell Buffy and Giles, too, but I dont know where they are," she added
"Willow, I dont know
hate me, remember?"
"They hate Angelus."
Reaching across the table, she ran her
fingers through his thick hair, pulling him close for a quick kiss.
"Youre not him, Angel.
"Are you sure of that? Xander hated me
"Xander has grown up quite a bit in
the last few years. You might be surprised by him."
"I dont know, Will
"Angel, please. I am in love, and I
want to share that with my oldest and dearest friends. I dont want to keep this part
of my life a secret from them. If I ever moved to LA to be with you, theyd find out,
anyway, and then they would be mad at me
at both of us, for keeping it a
"You put up a pretty convincing
argument, Tinkerbell. Im still afraid Xander will try to stake me, though."
"Leave Xander to me."
"You want to go back to the
hotel?" he asked.
"Were in Las Vegas, Angel
lets take advantage of it."
"You want to gamble?"
"Well, no, maybe not gamble, but I
would like to see some of the sights."
"Where shall we start?"
"The Liberace museum!"
"You cant be serious."
"Well, I was
nevermind," she whispered sheepishly, a slight blush creeping into her face.
Angel stood from the table and began to
leave, pulling Willow along behind him.
The restaurant echoed with the sound of his roaring laughter.
Angel and Willow behaved like typical Las
Vegas tourists that night. Angel loved it because the city never shut down and he could
pretend that he was human. Willow loved being with Angel and seeing him happy.
It was a side that she had never truly seen
before. With his soul, he never allowed himself to be happy. His misery was his own
punishment, and he wallowed in it. Willow sympathized with him
even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to live with the things Angel
had done. But, it was Angelus. Angel hadnt asked to be turned into a
He was a young man when Darla had turned
him, full of piss and vinegar. He was merely flirting with the beautiful blonde, na´ve
and innocent. He had no possible way of knowing what Darla was doing to him. Willow would
never, could never hold Angel responsible for what the demon did. That demon wasnt
Angel. She only wished that Angel could see it that way.
Tonight, though, it seemed as if he had
momentarily forgotten what Angelus had done. Angel laughed, and talked, and held Willow
close. His eyes widened in wonder at the sights that they saw in Las Vegas. He felt a
rush, a natural high, that he couldnt even remember feeling when he had truly been a
Willow accepted and loved him for what he
was. Angel had never had that. His mother had ignored him, as did his father except when
hed come home in a drunken stupor and beat the young Angel. His friends had been his
friends only because his fathers silver bought many pints of ale. The only other
person that had ever come close to loving him was Buffy, and Buffy loved what she
couldnt have. She wanted a man that was human, and could pick her up and take her on
dates and to the prom, and all the places that Angel couldnt take her. Buffy made
Angel feel old. She wanted a boyfriend, and Angel was far, far past those stages.
Willow was different, though. Part of it
grew from her maturity. She had become a woman, yes, but she had always contained a sense
of maturity different from anyone else her age. Buffy had the world on her shoulders, yet
more often than not, Willows was the voice of reason.
Buffy and Angel had been drawn together
because it was fate. They had fallen in love because it was meant to be, not because they
wanted to love each other. With Willow it was different. He couldnt help but to love
she had saved his life and soul. But he also wanted to love her. She was all
laughter and gaiety and acceptance. And she loved what he was. Willow was a person who
would accept his moodiness, that wouldnt try to push him to be something he
wasnt, or feel something he couldnt.
Willow knew better than anyone the real Angel. She had seen it in Hell. His past had been
shown to her in images that she could never shake off. His childhood, his family, his
teenage years, his change. She knew about his life as Angelus and his life as Angel, and
she loved him for all of it.
This was new to both of them, these
feelings that they shared. It wouldnt be easy
neither of them harbored any
illusions about that. Angel was going to remain in Los Angeles and Willow would worry
about him day and night while she remained in Chicago fighting every impulse to run off
and be with him.
It would be terribly hard on both of them
to stay apart, but they knew that it was for the best, for now.
Xander would have to be told. Willow
suspected that Oz and Cordelia would accept the news without a problem, but Xander had
always hated Angel and for him to find out that he was not only alive, but in love with
his Willow would devastate him. It was decided that Angel would be the one to tell him,
instead of Willow. She would first call Cordelia so that she would be able to prepare
Xander. Angel felt that if he could convince Xander of his love for Willow that, perhaps,
in time the two could form a friendship. He knew how much Willow loved Xander. They had
been best friends forever, and he knew that it would tear her apart if Xander didnt
accept him. It was important to him that this be handled correctly.
Angel and Willow spent the next three
glorious days together in Las Vegas. She continued going to the convention during the day
while Angel paced around his suite waiting for her to return. On their last night
together, they returned early from their excursion down the strip.
With an air of reluctance, Willow pulled
her suitcase out of the closet and began to pack.
"What time is your flight in the
morning?" Angel asked.
"Not until ten
"Packing can wait then
not wasting these last few hours with you."
Angel started a fire in the huge fireplace and the room was filled with a warm glow.
Willow came and stood with him in front of the fire, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I cant believe that were
in the middle of the desert and this suite has a fireplace."
"It does get cold in Vegas
whod of thought that?" He answered.
"Im going to miss you," she
"Were not got to be apart so
long this time, Tink," he assured her, kissing the top of her head.
She lifted her lips to his and they melted
together in a kiss. Angel reached around and pulled her hands from around his waist,
pinning them behind her back. He left her lips and began tracing a trail along her chin
and neck with small, wet kisses. He licked the shell of her ear, sucking the lobe between
his teeth. Willows legs began to give out beneath her as Angel brought her close to
the edge without even touching her below the neck.
"Undress for me, Willow," he
I want to watch you
undress for me
Angel pushed away from her and sank into a
huge armchair beside the fire.
"Dont be modest now,
I know you better than that," he teased.
Willow felt herself flushing under
Angels gaze. His darker nature was showing through again, and even though she was
embarrassed by the thought, she could feel the dampness between her legs growing.
"Come here," Angel instructed her
to come stand in front of him.
She moved slowly to stand before him, her
knees brushing against his. Angel reached out and grasped Willows crotch roughly,
massaging her through her blue jeans.
"Youre wet, Willow
you arent turned on right now."
Willow closed her eyes, her head swaying
with emotion as Angel tormented her.
He pushed her away gently, "Undress
for me, Willow
She did as she was told, beginning with her
boots. Bending over, she untied the laces then kicked them off, followed by her socks. Her
shirt came next. She unbuttoned every button slowly. Out of deliberation or apprehension,
it didnt matter. She was driving Angel mad with desire. As she let the shirt fall
from her shoulders, her gaze fell on Angel.
He sat in the chair, his eyes glazed over
with lust. He had slunk down into the chair, intently watching her every move. He had one
leg kicked up onto the edge of the fireplace, and was slowly stroking himself through his
A surge of heat coursed through
Willows body as she unsnapped her jeans. Turning to face away from him, she lowered
her jeans around her hips, wriggling her bottom towards Angel. She kicked them off to the
side and turned back to face him. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting
the straps slide off her shoulders.
She was enjoying the game now, enjoying watching Angel watching her. The way he touched
himself, without shame, sent her spiraling towards a place she had never visited before, a
place where she could refuse Angel no request, where she belonged to him and he commanded
her entire world. It was dark, and it was scary, but it belonged to them.
Her bra fell to the floor and she stood
nearly naked in front of him, save her panties.
"Touch yourself, Willow," he
commanded in a husky voice she had never heard before.
"Angel, I cant
"Yes, you can. And you
Slowly, she sank to her knees in front of
him, then sat back on her heels. She placed her hands on her knees.
his tone was dark and serious.
She slid her right hand up her thigh,
hesitating briefly. Embarrassed as she was, her arousal was growing. Her panties were
slick as she finally placed her hand between her legs. Angel pressed harder on his
erection, moving as slowly as Willow was.
She pressed one finger inside her folds, pressing the fabric of her panties into her. She
couldnt stop the moan that escaped her lips. It felt so good to her, finally having
the pressure back in the place where she most desired it.
She fell backwards onto the floor, bringing
her knees up. Lifting her hips, she removed her panties. As she did so, Angel unzipped his
pants, releasing his enormous erection.
Willow watched his hand slide up and down the shaft, pumping himself slowly. Watching
Angel touch himself, she mimicked his actions, unconsciously pressing her fingers back
"Spread your legs further, Willow. I
cant see what youre doing."
Willow obeyed his commands, instantly
shifting to give him a better view as she plunged her middle finger deep into herself. She
pinched her clitoris between her thumb and index finger, forgetting about Angel briefly,
lost in her own sensations. Brazenly, she inserted another finger into herself, pumping
herself closer to orgasm. Her left hand skated across her breasts, twisting and pulling
her hardened nipples. She thrashed about wildly on the floor as her climax drew closer.
She never heard Angel leave his chair until
he dropped a pillow beside her on the floor.
"Turn over," he ordered.
She complied immediately, too lost to think
rationally, to do anything other than obey Angel. He softly nudged the pillow closer to
her head with his foot. She grabbed it, placing it under her head, burying her face in it
as she plunged her fingers back into her dripping wet core, her bottom raised high in the
Angel knew what he wanted, and knew that she was too far lost to refuse him. He knelt
behind her, reaching around to wrap his arms around her waist before thrusting one of his
hands between her legs. Willow gasped as she felt his hand encircle hers, his fingers
entwining with her own, pumping together as one.
He moved closer to her and she felt his
erection pressing against her wetness. She tried to move her hand away to allow him to
enter her, but he held her hand in place, continuing to plunge her fingers slowly inside
herself. He rubbed his hardness against her, and released his grip on her hand. She
continued to touch herself, reaching further back to caress Angel as he teased her from
behind, lubricating himself with her dampness.
She felt his hands rest on her cheeks,
gently prying them apart. She gasped in shock as he held her open with one hand and
touched her tight opening with one slick finger, realizing what he intended to do.
She froze beneath him as he inserted his
finger into her. She had never been invaded in this way before, had never even thought
about it. He slowly moved his finger inside her, and suddenly her body was alive again.
Nerves that she wasnt aware that she had came to life beneath his touch and she
bucked back into him.
Angel was shocked by her eager acceptance.
He knew now that she trusted him completely and accepted him unconditionally. He leaned
over her body to whisper in her ear.
"Willow, this is going to hurt
can stop now, if thats what you want
" she moaned,
She pressed her body back into his, urging
his finger deeper inside her.
"Youre sure?" He asked,
unwilling to make Willow do something that she didnt want.
"Yes," she gasped,
Straightening back up, he spread her cheeks
wider, gingerly inserting another finger inside. Willow buried her face in the pillow, a
low scream escaping her lips. Angel knew it was desire, not pain that was driving his
After caressing her for a few moments,
loosening her up, he removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. He
pressed into her slowly, feeling her tense beneath him. He waited until he could feel her
begin to relax before he moved forward again.
Soon, the head was completely inside her
and he slowed again. Willow tried to push herself back into her, but he held her hips
tightly in his hands.
"Willow, I dont want to hurt
"Angel," she begged,
He relaxed his grip and when he did, Willow
thrust backwards, forcing him all the way inside.
"WILLOW!" Angel screamed.
Willow shrieked, almost toppling beneath
Angel knew that her move had left her in
pain, and held still, allowing her to become more comfortable with the feeling of this
invasion. He softly ran his hands across her back, caressing and reassuring her. Her body
heaved underneath him, her breaths coming too fast and too heavy.
After what felt like an eternity, the pain
began to subside and Willow pushed herself backwards against Angel again, letting him know
she was ready. He pulled out slightly before plunging back inside her.
"Yes," she hissed, encouraging
She was so tight that Angel knew he
wouldnt last long. He pulled out again, leaving only the tip inside, before
thrusting back inside her, harder now than before.
He quickly found a rhythm, his climax rapidly approaching. Willow kept her face buried in
the pillow, screaming out with each thrust. She could sense his impending orgasm and
clamped her muscles tight around his shaft. He cried out her name, spilling his seed deep
Theyre bodies gave out at the same
time as he collapsed on top of her, pulling his flaccid penis out of her tight passage. He
rolled her over on to her back, realizing that she hadnt come yet.
pleaded, her eyes wild with lust.
He knelt between her legs, taking her hips
in his hands and lifted her to his mouth. With his tongue, he roughly flicked at her fiery
core. Crying out, she wrapped legs tightly around his head, trying to push him harder
against her need. He lapped greedily at his Willow, relishing in the taste of her, his
Willow bucked against his tongue, her
orgasm rushing through her body. Angel held her tightly in his hands, feeding off her
ecstasy until she slowly relaxed her body.
He fell to the side, wrapping her body in
his strong arms.
"Are you all right, Tinkerbell?"
He asked tenderly.
She sighed, "Im fine
better than fine
I was afraid that I would
or hurt you."
"You wouldnt hurt me, Angel. I
know that if I had asked you to stop, you wouldve."
Tears began forming in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. Angel felt the tears falling on
"Hey, whats wrong?" His
somber voice dark with concern.
I dont want to get on
that plane tomorrow
Im so afraid of losing you again."
I promise, Willow, you
wont lose me. Well be together again very soon. We will talk on the phone
She cut him off, "Thats not the
same as lying here in your arms, Angel. I love you
"And I love you," he said,
"Willow, were going to make this work. We are. Im willing to do whatever
it takes to hold us together."
"I hate saying goodbye to anyone
saying goodbye to you is the hardest thing Ive ever had to do. It almost killed me
last year, and now
"And now, its different. You
know Im not going to disappear again. You know that if you ever need me, Ill
come running. Im yours, Willow
nobody elses but yours."
"I-I need you, Angel
I need you
now," she cooed, her tears now gone.
Angel soft penis began to twitch at her
"Take me to bed, Angel, and love
I need you to love me
" she nuzzled her face against his neck, suckling
"Why?" She murmured.
Pulling himself away from her, he stood,
"Just give me a few minutes, Tink
Angel went into the bathroom and filled the
tub with hot, soapy water before returning to Willows side and lifting her into his
arms. He carried her to the bathroom and climbed into the huge tub with her. Leaning back
in the tub, he pulled her against him. He grabbed the soap and a washcloth and tenderly
bathed his lover. When he had finished, Willow took the cloth from him and, turning in the
tub to face him, returned the favor, lingering over his hard cock, carefully rubbing from
tip to base. She watched him grow underneath the water, studying his body. Angels
male body was the only one that she had really had the chance to know and understand.
Every time she touched him, she made mental
notes of his reactions, filing them away to use on her Angel in the future. She dropped
the washcloth, using her hands to stroke him. The heat from the water made his usually
pale and cool skin warm and flushed. She was fascinated as she kneaded him between her
"Willow," Angel choked out,
trying to move her hands away, "You need to stop that
let me do
Angel keened as she continued to stroke
"Sit on the side of the tub," she
Angel lifted himself out of the water,
sitting on the edge. Willow moved between his legs, rubbing her cheek against his inner
thigh, taking him back into her hands. She studied its length, the way it throbbed even
though Angel didnt have a heartbeat.
Angel felt her hot breath as her mouth moved closer.
Angels eyes shot open, and he grasped
Willows face in his hands, "Willow, you dont have to
"I want to
Im just not
"Everything youve done so far
has been perfect, Willow."
He caressed her lower lip with his index
finger. She instinctively opened her mouth, allowing his finger inside. She held it
between her teeth, rolling her tongue around it, gently suckling on it. He pulled his hand
away and Willow gazed up at him, wide-eyed.
"Willow, every time you touch me, I
feel like Im going to burst," he ran his fingers through her damp red hair.
She leaned forward, her lips closing around
the tip of his long shaft. Angel couldnt stop the moan that escaped his lips as he
was enveloped in her hot, wet mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, licking at
the soft, cool underside. She reached out and caressed his balls, kneading them between
her fingers. Angel grasped the side of the tub, forcing back his urge to thrust into her
She nipped at the base, planting butterfly
kisses along his length until she reached the tip again. She took him back into her mouth,
taking him further than before. Her mouth stretched, trying to take him as deeply as she
could. As he hit the back of her throat, she gagged slightly.
mbarrassment overtook her and she pulled her head away, only to be stopped by Angels
fingers running through her hair.
"Willow, if you were able to do that
on your first try, I really wouldnt let you get on that plane tomorrow
he gave her a tender smile, "Please, dont stop
Willow encircled him with her lips once
more, wrapping her tongue around the head as far as it would go. She softly began to suck.
Angel grabbed the back of her head, caressing and encouraging her. She relaxed, confidant
that he was enjoying her ministrations, and she was able to take him further into her
mouth, sucking harder. Angel brushed her hair away from her face, enabling him to watch
her actions. His stomach began to tense as his orgasm drew near.
? Honey, Im
" The more he warned her, the harder she sucked, making soft little
slurping noises that pushed him over the edge.
His hips involuntarily bucked against her
as he filled her mouth with his seed. She swallowed like an expert before licking him
He lifted her out of the tub and onto his
lap, pulling her in for a fierce embrace.
"You didnt have to swallow, you
know?" he chuckled softly, nuzzling his face into her hair.
"Why not? Its you
"You amaze me, Tink
He grabbed a towel and carefully dried her
off before leading her back to the bedroom. Willow climbed onto the bed, followed by
Angel. He pulled the covers over their bodies, lowering his body on top of hers. Willow
felt his renewed erection pressing against her stomach.
"Angel? Men arent supposed to be
able to do that
He cut her off with a kiss, "Not a
I knew there had to be an
upside to being in love with an undead
I just didnt know it was going to be
"Funny," he answered, positioning
himself between her legs.
With a quick, hard thrust, he sheathed
himself in her body. Willow rocked her pelvis against his, matching his rhythm perfectly.
He snaked his hand between their sweat-glistened bodies, and rubbed her hard, wet nub with
his fingers, twisting and pulling as she screamed in ecstasy.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his
waist, exploding against his body. Angel increased the force of his thrusts, plunging his
sword into her fiery depths before filling her with his cold secretions.
They awoke several times in the night to
make love, both hoping that the sun wouldnt rise in the morning.
Willow awoke around seven and took a quick,
quiet shower hoping not to wake Angel. She couldnt bear the thought of another
goodbye. Angel was in a deep, peaceful sleep as she packed her suitcase and sat it outside
She returned to the bedroom, pausing in the
doorway to stare at Angels lithe, sleeping body. Tears streamed down her face as she
blew him a kiss before quickly running out the door.
Angel heard the door slam shut and opened
"Goodbye, Tinkerbell," he
End Part 2