DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me
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?
the song still belongs to him.
Las Vegas, Nevada
One year later...
< Finally... > Willow thought to herself, < Time
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 deadbolt.
< I wonder if vampires like Vegas? Its a twenty-four
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 thoughts.
< No... dont want to talk to anybody... >
Knowing shed feel guilty if she didnt, she answered
"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
"McAlester is down here buying drinks, and hes asking
"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 asked.
"Not here... he just disappeared a few minutes ago."
"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
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 said, disbelieving.
"Hello to you, too," he leaned in, gently kissing her
cheek, "And, yes, Im McAlester."
Willow clutched her chest, barely able to breathe.
"Wha...? Where did y...? Bastard!"
Angel grabbed her by the elbow, "Cmon, lets get
out of here so we can talk..."
"No! Im not going anywhere with you!"
"Tinkerbell, we need to talk..."
"Dont you dare call me that..."
"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
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 me."
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, too?"
Angel laughed, despite himself, "No, I dont."
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
"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 chest.
He was cut off as a shoe bounced off his shoulder. Quickly
turning away, he barely missed getting hit by its partner, which grazed his arm.
"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? Whats wrong?"
"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, "Holy water?"
"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 direction.
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
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 OUT!"
"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
"Im sorry, Willow. I guess I shouldnt have come
here," he said dryly, straightening up and walking towards the door.
"Angel, wait... Dont..." She caught his arm,
"Please? Im sorry... You know I didnt mean that."
"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 could.
"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, either."
"Yes, you have... remember all the emails?"
"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 hired you."
"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
"Quit sneaking up on me, and quit sneaking around behind my
"Pack you stuff up and come up to my room, please?" he
"Why the hell would I want to do that?"
"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 here?"
"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 reason."
Angel sighed and sank into one of the chairs, running his fingers
through his dark, martini-soaked locks, "Its really pretty simple. I was
"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
"Boy, you sure sigh a lot for someone with no breath,"
"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
"Trouble? What happened between us was trouble?"
"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 worse."
"My life is only worse because youve not been in
"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
"Not just me, Angel. I want US to be happy."
"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
"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
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 any further."
"Ok, fine... evil man..." she muttered under her
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 me?"
"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
"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
"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
"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... forever..."
"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
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 there?"
"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
"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 about."
"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 on?"
"Willow, I swear, its nothing out of the ordinary...
Just the same old thing. I just dont want you to worry about it."
"Fine, then, Ill forget about it. I wont move to
LA, and I wont marry you..."
Angel sniffled dramatically, "Turning me down? Im
"If youre REALLY nice, I could probably make it all
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,
"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 on me!"
"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
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
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 between them.
He had already lost his jacket and tie, along with his shoes and
socks. His shirt was unbuttoned and Willow easily peeled it off his shoulders.
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 the bubbles.
"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 her.
"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
"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
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 now..."
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
"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 Willow.
"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, Angel..."
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, Willow?"
"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 explore."
"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
"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 the boss."
"Such language... you kiss your mother with that
"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
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 her scent.
"Thank God. Ive been going nuts cooped up in this room
"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
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 assets."
"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
"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
"No, not mine... ours, perhaps."
"We really need to figure out what were going to do,
"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
Angel couldnt suppress the chuckle that escaped his lips,
"I may be little, but I can cast a mean spell, and you know
"Ill be fine, Tinkerbell. The vampires in Los Angeles
are idiots. Its just that being so close to the Hellmouth, it attracts them like
"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 that?"
"Thats just such a
a guy thing to say, Angel.
Were not ready for it yet," she mocked his voice.
"Im glad you find my honesty so amusing."
"Explain further, please," she commanded.
"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
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
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, hesitantly.
"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 quietly.
"Willow, I dont know
they hate me,
"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. Theyll understand."
"Are you sure of that? Xander hated me before
"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 secret."
"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
advantage of it."
"You want to gamble?"
"Well, no, maybe not gamble, but I would like to see some of
"Where shall we start?"
"The Liberace museum!"
"You cant be serious."
"Well, I was
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
she couldnt even begin to imagine
what it would be like to have to live with the things Angel
But, it was Angelus. Angel hadnt asked to be turned into a vampire.
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 mortal.
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 her
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
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
Im 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 said.
"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 purred.
I want to watch you undress for
Angel pushed away from her and sank into a huge armchair beside
"Dont be modest now, Willow
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
"Youre wet, Willow
tell me you arent
turned on right now."
Willow closed her eyes, her head swaying with emotion as Angel
He pushed her away gently, "Undress for me,
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 pants.
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
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 will
Slowly, she sank to her knees in front of him, then sat back on
her heels. She placed her hands on her knees.
do it," his tone was dark and
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
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
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 air.
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
I can stop now, if
thats what you want
" she moaned, "Please
She pressed her body back into his, urging his finger deeper
"Youre sure?" He asked, unwilling to make Willow
do something that she didnt want.
"Yes," she gasped, "Yes
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 Willow.
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 you
"Angel," she begged, "Please
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 him.
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 Angel.
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.
" she pleaded, her eyes wild with
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 love.
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 scare 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
I dont want to get on that plane
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 every day
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
"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
"And now, its different. You know Im not going
to disappear again. You know that if you ever need me, Ill come running. Im
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 suggestive tone.
"Take me to bed, Angel, and love me
I need you to love
" she nuzzled her face against his neck, suckling his throat.
"Why?" She murmured.
Pulling himself away from her, he stood, "Just give me a few
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 hands.
"Willow," Angel choked out, trying to move her hands
away, "You need to stop that
let me do this
Angel keened as she continued to stroke him.
"Sit on the side of the tub," she instructed.
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 sure how
"Everything youve done so far has been perfect,
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 mouth.
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 close
" The more he
warned her, the harder she sucked, making soft little slurping noises that pushed him over
His hips involuntarily bucked against her as he filled her mouth
with his seed. She swallowed like an expert before licking him clean.
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 man
I knew there had to be an upside to being in love
with an undead
I just didnt know it was going to be rigor mortis."
"Funny," he answered, positioning himself between her
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 the door.
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 his eyes.
"Goodbye, Tinkerbell," he murmured.
End Part 2