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By The Wicked Sluts

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Part 2



An hour later she was standing outside the door to the Crawford Street mansion. She brought her hand up to knock, but pulled it back down. This part always confused her. Knock or just open the door and barge in? She knew she was being a little silly, but it was troubling. Her good manners dictated that she should knock. Her id told her that she should have free reign to walk right into her lover’s home. And if Angel didn’t like that…well, he’d just have to punish her, wouldn’t he? She pushed that thought down and decided on a compromise swinging the door open at the same time as she rapped gently on it.

She could see Angel sitting on the sofa, his crooked arm propping his head up. There were no lights on in the mansion, but flickering firelight bathed the room in an eerie glow, casting shadows on the walls that stretched to the high ceiling. He didn’t move a muscle when he spoke.

“Come in, Willow.”

Willow was slightly surprised and a little pleased that he knew it was her.

“How…how did you know it was me?”

“Buffy’s visiting her father. Who else would be polite enough to knock on the door at almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Oh.” Her voice seemed tiny in the large room. She walked towards the sofa slowly, worried that she truly was intruding on some private moment. He remained motionless until she was about ten feet from him. With a swift move, he leapt over the back of the sofa and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly, one time.

Willow looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror and waited for him to say something.

“Did you come here to gloat? Or was it to tell me that you were through with our little lessons since you’ve found out that Oz can take care of things for you?” His voice was steely in tone.


Angel began to slowly back her towards the wall, his grip never loosening. “No what? No you’re not gloating? No this isn’t over?” He paused when he had her against the wall, then continued. “Which is it, Willow?”

“You’re hurting me.” She replied meekly.

“And you’re trying to hurt me. What of it?” Although his words were harsh, Willow could feel his hands relax almost imperceptibly. Willow took the opportunity to move her hands to his waist and begin to caress his sides through the soft material of his shirt before answering him.

“So that’s it? The wolf couldn’t satisfy you so you came to me?” He smirked. “I guess that being second choice isn’t so bad in this case.”

“You…how… Maybe I had a great time with Oz! Maybe I am here to tell you to fu…” She drew in a deep breath. “To fuck off! There.”

Angel slid one hand down her arm, taking her fingers into his and drawing it to his nose. He shook his head and dropped her hand. She moved to break free from the other hand pressing her against the wall, but Angel pressed her back. With his free hand, he worked at his trousers, undoing them and freeing the erection he’d been sporting since he first felt her presence. Pushing up her skirt, he reached for her panties and found none. Bending his knees, he spread her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. Neither of them was shocked to find that she was wet with anticipation.

Cupping her face in his hands, he looked deeply into her eyes.

“Tell me no. We won’t do this if it isn’t what you want. Just say no.”

Her voice trembling, Willow answered. “Yes.”

“Yes because you want me? Not yes because you think you need to be punished?” He asked in a choked voice.

“Yes, because I need you to make me feel.” She pleaded.

Burying his face in the nape of her neck, Angel pushed forward imbedding himself in her throbbing heat. With controlled urgency, he moved in an out of her, each thrust bringing a strangled cry from her lips. Willow ran her hands up under his shirt, clasping at his back and digging her nails into his flesh. Angel could feel his face change, could feel his human visage slip away. As her tight hole began to spasm around his shaft, Angel slipped his fangs into Willow’s neck lightly pricking her skin and drawing out a tiny amount of her rich essence as he filled her with his. Sobbing with pleasure, Willow clung to him.

Slowly, Angel withdrew from her neck and core. He knew she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own, so he swung her into his arms and carried her to the sofa, placing tender kisses on her face.


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