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"Why?"
Willow stared at the essay in front of her. She was
starting to hate that word, especially coming from Angelus. Under lowered
lashes she glanced at him. They were lying on huge pillows in the diffused light
of the huge stained glass windows in the library. He had, for the last hour and
a half, been painting. She wasn't sure what he was painting, she hadn't gotten
a clear look at it, she'd been too busy working on her English essay. Although
she was still officially ill and recuperating with her father her schoolwork
was dropped off at the mansion every evening and she would work on it, under
Angelus watchful gaze, from 10 in the morning until she finished. With her
intelligence it was usually completed within a few hours. But not today, not
this essay, he was questioning everything she wrote.
“Why?" he asked again, not looking up from the wooden
case he was painting. Willow frowned and silently read the passage that had
provoked the question.
"Because the Romantics were a bunch of women who were
too scared to live their own lives so they lived vicariously through their
characters..." snarled Spike walking into the room.
Willow twisted around on her pillow to look at him, beside
her Angelus laughed. He was heading straight toward the fireplace, cigarette
held in his fingers, looking for a flame to ignite it. She always thought that
Spike looked rather comical when he first woke up, hair in disarray, scowl on
his face, generally barefoot and clad in only his black jeans, craving his
nicotine fix.
Since she had spent the past week in the mansion she knew
their routines well. If Spike was up and walking about it meant that it was about
four o'clock. He usually slept from about 10 in the morning. Angelus, on the
other hand, appeared to need little sleep. Willow herself found that she was
constantly craving sleep these past few days, often falling asleep in Angelus'
arms on the stroke of midnight, the sound of his voice always whispering words
of invitation "You can come with me...if you want...". Then she'd
wake up, generally around nine, with Spike walking through the sitting room
door with a breakfast tray. Sometimes he would sit and talk to her while she
ate, other times he would just stare at her or leave. After breakfast she would
shower, Angelus would join her sometimes, she'd dress and wander out to the
library where he was always waiting for her, lessons spread out before him.
Afterwards they would sit and talk, listen to music or do whatever took
Angelus' fancy.
It also took Angelus' fancy to leave her doors open,
always. She could close them if she wanted, however she found no need to. The
door leading from the bathroom in Angelus' room had generally been left
unlocked but it was now also left wide open. It was like something had shifted
in the mansion. She was no longer forcefully kept there, with physical locks
and bonds, but still she made no attempt to leave. Her time alone with Angelus,
after her schoolwork had been completed, fascinated her. The man before her was
nothing like the descriptions of the Watchers Diaries. Intelligent, witty and
charming was the best way to describe him. She wasn't fooled, she knew that below
that charismatic exterior he was a demon, a vampire who could kill her easily,
who had fed from her. No she wasn't fooled but she found herself forgetting at
times. He would engage her in discussion that infuriated her, made her argue
her point, make her scream in frustration, constantly pushing and questioning
everything that she said. Just as easily as he could frustrate and upset her he
could make her laugh and grin. Many a time he had her in a fit of giggles, or
laughing so hard that she cried.
"Ignore him," Angelus whispered in her ear.
"He just spent too many nights listening to girls ooh and aah over various
romantic works rather than play with him."
"Ha, ha," snarled Spike from the fireplace as he
lit his cigarette. "If I remember correctly, Angelus, you were the one
banned from the drawing rooms after declaring that 'Heathcliff' was your type
of man..."
Angelus laughed and got up off the floor, taking his paint
palette and the box he was working on with him. Willow turned her attention
back to her essay, smiling at the comment. Chewing on her pencil, she ignored
the two jousting vampires, use to the narky comments that usually resulted in
horseplay between the two. It was Spike's way of getting a wake up kiss and
Angelus seemed to enjoy the banter. Next to the passage that Angelus had
questioned, she made some notes. Five minutes later her thoughts were
interrupted as a cool toe ran across her bare arch making her squeal and yank
her foot away. She turned and glared angrily at Spike who was smirking,
enjoying her ticklishness and his cigarette.
"So, little girl's ticklish..." Spike smirked
throwing his cigarette butt into the fire. Willow glanced around the room,
surprised to find it empty. Suddenly Spike grabbed her foot and tickled it with
his cool fingers, causing Willow to shriek and kick out at him. Grabbing her
other foot he spun her onto her back and pinned her down, his hands quickly
stilling hers, his knees and legs keeping her still. "Now that's something
I'm going to have to remember. You've forgotten your lessons already,
love."
"Get off me," Willow demanded wriggling beneath
him, trying to free herself. Spike laughed at her attempts and lifted up
slightly so he could leer down at her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking
in every detail.
"Nah, you should've been able to stop me in the first
place," Spike murmured his eyes fixing on hers. Willow swallowed and
wriggled again, trying to release herself from his grip. Then she froze as she
saw a spark of mischief flicker through his eyes. He shifted slightly and held
both her hands in one of his. "Now, however shall we punish you? Wonder
where else you're ticklish?"
"Spike, don't you dare...aaaahhhhh," screamed
Willow as Spike fingers proceeded to find every sensitive ticklish part of her
body. After five minutes of the mindless torture she was a twisted wreck, her
throat raw from laughing and screaming, her clothes in disarray, her face
flushed and wet from tears. "Please Spike, stop. PLEASE!"
"Spike," Angelus' voice boomed through the room.
"That's enough."
Spike smirked at her before releasing his grip and rolling
over to lounge against the pillows, his eyes shinning with merriment. Willow
sat up and straightened her clothes, glaring stakes at Spike.
"Willow," Angelus called softly, catching her
attention as he threw Spike's cigarettes at her. She easily caught them and
tossed them across to Spike before glancing back at Angelus. He walked across
to his usual chair and sat down, glancing at the fire and patting the ottoman
that was kept between his chair and the fire. Pushing her hair off her face
Willow stood up and moved over to sit down next to him. Smiling he held out a
book to her.
Willow took the book, turned it over in her hands and
paled. It was her journal. She slowly glanced up at him from under her lashes
only to find him studying her intently. She swallowed and looked back down at
her journal.
"I'm bored, Willow," he leaned in closer and
tapped the cover of the journal with his finger. "Read to me."
"This is..." Willow began to protest only to be
cut off by Angelus.
"My choice of literature," he spoke quietly,
leaning back in the chair his eyes straying to Spike's half naked form lounging
in the dying light of the afternoon, comfortably spread across the sea of pillows.
"Open the book to the page that is folded and read, Willow."
Willow dropped her eyes to the journal and opened it up,
flipping through the pages until she found the dog-eared page. Her hands
trembled as she straightened back the page, her eyes falling on her handwriting
without reading the words. It was no use glancing up at Angelus to plead,
instead she lifted her eyes and took in Spike, lounging comfortably on the
pillows, smoking another cigarette, watching as the smoke curled and twisted in
the air. Closing her eyes briefly, she looked back down at the page and began
to read, her voice low and hesitant.
"There is nothing I can do now, I am lost," she
shifted slightly on the ottoman, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the neat
handwriting of her journal. She could hear Spike move on the pillows
undoubtedly looking up at her. "One week and now I feel there is nothing
left to lose. I don't understand my position here, what is expected of
me..."
She continued to read, her face flaming red with every intimate
detail she had recorded. There were the detailed reports of each of their
couplings, of her feelings, confusion, anger, frustration, fear. With every
word she read she felt the humiliation grow. It only got worse when she
mentioned Spike.
"Now, we get to the interesting part," he
muttered lighting up a cigarette and fixing his gaze on her, listening
intently. Willow read for several minutes, discussing her feelings during the
training sessions, of her subordinance to him, then she paused and swallowed.
"As I see more of Spike, the less I understand him. At
times he is so childlike, playful and carefree, the next a vicious
killer," Willow glanced at him from under her lashes, he seemed less than
enthused over that little summary of his character. Biting her lip she paused
before going onto the next bit. "I sometimes feel, if it were not for my
arrangement and connection with Angelus, that Spike would happily kill
me..."
Spike laughed out loud and Angelus joined him, reaching out
and taking the journal from her hands. He flipped through the pages and Willow
turned away, fixing her eyes on the fire, hoping the heat would be sufficient
excuse for her flaming face.
"Well what do you think, Spike?" asked Angelus of
the blonde.
"Too girlie for me," Spike stated walking across
and accepting the journal from Angelus. Throwing himself down in the chair next
to his sire, he flicked through the pages, to her first meeting of him, before
Angelus' return. "Oh look, first impression of me...'I don't like him, he's
scary'...well I'm flattered."
Spike laughed and then continued to read, mimicking
Willow's voice and exaggerating the childishness of her earlier writings.
Angelus reached out and stroked her hair, she jerked away from the contact,
still focusing on the fire. He laughed and took the journal from Spike.
"I think we should go to LA tonight for dinner,"
he said standing up and walking over to the fire, carelessly tossing the book
into the flames, watching it burn. Slowly he turned back to stare at Willow, a
shrewd smile on his face. "We'll leave in two hours."
Willow stood up and shot him a defiant look before turning
on her heel and walking to her bedroom. She had shoved at the door with enough
force that it should have slammed shut, but it didn't. As she continued to walk
through her sitting room she could hear the dull thud as the wood was held open
and Angelus' laughter. Blindly she kept walking forward, her feet had barely
crossed the threshold of her bedroom when he grabbed her upper arms, pulling her
back against his chest but keeping them moving into her room.
"What are you running from?" he asked against her
hair. Willow grimaced and yanked herself free of his grip.
"You. Something I can never escape," she spat at
him. Angelus laughed.
"But that's not what you're really running from
Willow, is it?" he grabbed her forearms and shook her. "You're
running from yourself, you always have, always will."
"No," Willow denied frowning at him and shaking
her head.
"No? You aren't upset because I made you read your
foolish little journal. You're upset because it's no longer true, full of empty
words and lies. What's expected of you, what you think you should be feeling,
what you may have felt..." he started to back her toward the bed, his fingers
never loosening their painful hold on her. "But it's long since been
replaced..."
"No," she almost sobbed as her legs crashed into
the bed but Angelus' hold kept her from falling down. "No, I won't listen
to you."
"No, you won't and you won't listen to yourself,"
Angelus stated. "You deny it all, the pleasure you feel, you let the guilt
over ride it..."
"No, no...I...I don't," Willow stuttered gasping
for breath. She almost collapsed as he released her and she grabbed at his arm
to keep from falling. He stared at her, his eyes roaming over her still flushed
face, over her body and his hands moved up to cup her face.
"It's no use...you know that. I know everything,"
he purred the word, his lips brushing against her ear, his fingers pushing a
few stray strands of hair from her face. Willow swallowed and closed her eyes.
"Everything that goes on in your brilliant mind, you can't hide anything
from me. Whether it is your subconscious thoughts, your confusion, your
clarity. Nothing is hidden..."
His fingertips trailed down from her cheek, sliding along
her jaw and dropping to her choker, two fingers ran along the edges of it while
his index finger caressed the intricate knot work. Slowly he lowered his head
and kissed her throat just below the choker near her shoulder. He repeated the
kiss on the otherside of her neck before kissing the triangle of flesh under
her chin. Willow gasped through parted lips her hands falling on his hips to
steady herself. Slowly he nuzzled at her neck before working his way back up to
her ear, his cheek rubbing lightly against hers.
"I believe," Angelus whispered against her ear as
he mouthed it. "That you are quite well and can go back to school next
week...would you like that?"
As he asked the question Angelus pulled back and looked at
her flush face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. Willow took a deep breath,
knowing he was waiting for her answer, she opened her eyes to find his fixed on
her.
"Yes," she murmured. She bit her lip lightly as
he continued his study of her. Smiling Angelus continued to caress her cheeks,
he leant down his lips hovering above hers.
"It isn't worth it, the guilt," he whispered.
Willow parted her lips, breathing in, inhaling the sweetness of his mouth that
his words carried. He shifted, moving in closer, closing the distance between
their bodies. He whispered his words, caressing her skin with them. "You
should revel in what you feel, it's natural, it's beautiful. The way your body
reacts...the way it is now. Why deny yourself pleasure?"
Angelus purred the word in her ear, making her shiver.
Willow closed her eyes briefly, her breathing ragged, her body leaning closer
to his as her hands tightened about his hips.
"Your body wants what you do. To touch," his
fingers caressed her jaw, tracing a burning path down to her collarbone.
"To feel, to taste..." his mouth brushed against hers, barely
touching. "What do you want Willow?" Angelus whispered against her
ear and Willow tilted her head closer to his mouth, desperate for the feel of
his lips. "What do you want?"
"Touch me," Willow begged.
"Make me want to," he challenged her.
Willow swayed slightly, her hold on his waist the only
thing that stopped her falling over, her need to feel him driving her insane. Touch,
feel, taste. The words echoed in her mind and her body reacted. Her mouth found
his neck, her lips whispering over his cool flesh, closing around his adams
apple, her tongue caressing the skin while she sucked lightly. Fingers danced
across his silk shirt, tingling at the sensation of his muscles tightening
beneath the material, and pulled at the buttons exposing the taunt flesh.
Pulling her mouth away from his neck she glanced down at her fingers fumbling
with the buttons, impatiently ripping them apart, her eyes and hands eager to
expose him. As the last button was released she pushed the shirt off and bought
her hands back to hover millimetres above his chest. She could feel the
coolness of his flesh in sharp contrast to her own warmth of flesh and breath.
She pressed a soft kiss to his chest as her fingers traced the muscles of his
chest, circling until her nails dragged across his nipples, making them harden.
Slowly she mouthed his neck, biting and sucking against long dead pulse points
before kissing the flesh beneath his chin. One of her hands tangled in his
hair, pulling his head down so she could kiss his lips, her tongue stroking and
teasing it's way into his mouth. As soon as her tongue caressed his, her free
hand lowered to cup his leather-clad ass, pulling him to her and his arms
wrapped about her aching body.
Willow shuddered and moaned against his mouth as they came
together, their bodies flush against each other. She released her hold on his
hair, her hand exploring and clawing at his back, feeling the muscle move and
flex. She squeezed his ass and rubbed herself against his growing erection.
Blood was pounding through her body, her clothes were chaffing her, her skin
screaming for the feel of Angelus'. Breaking the kiss she dragged her lips
along his jaw and back down to his throat, alternately nipping and kissing. His
hands were working at her clothes, slowly discarding them, exposing her heated
body to his caresses. She bit him hard on the shoulder as her hand moved around
to cup his leather-clad erection and she felt him growl against her neck, the
noise rumbling and vibrating through their chests. Kissing his neck she made
her way back to his lips, their tongues duelling as she undid the fastening of
his pants, her fingers pushing down the leather before wrapping about his hard
cock. She began to stroke him, her fingers and tongue making him groan into her
mouth.
Angelus divested himself of his leather pants, stepping out
of them while tugging Willow's skirt down, letting it drop to the floor. She
once more broke the kiss her mouth dropping down to capture one of his hard
nipples, her free hand ran the length of his spine, her nails raising welts
making him his in pleasure and arch forward. He wrapped his hand about hers on
his cock as his free hand tangled in her hair. Stilling her hand he tilted her
head back, capturing her lips, nipping at them, sucking softly on the bottom
one. Willow moaned and slumped down, her legs finally giving out. Angelus
caught her, supporting her tiny weight easily with one hand. Cupping her ass he
lifted her up to him, her legs immediately wrapped about his waist trapping his
hard cock between his stomach and her wet cunt. Willow groaned and thrust
against him causing him to growl his fingers grasping at her back. Breaking the
kiss she kissed his neck, sucking and nipping at the cool flesh, her fingers
caressing his back. Everything spun and Willow found herself thrown across the
bed, her arms and legs still wrapped firmly about him.
"Pleasure, Willow, nothing else," Angelus
murmured in her ear before kissing a path down to her sensitive breasts. She
felt his powerful body arch back and she tightened her legs about his waist as
his hips thrust forward, impaling her.
"Yes," she cried out as he slid deep into her.
His arms snuck under her, his hands kneading and caressing her back, pressing
against sensitive spots as he slowly set a rhythm of long deep thrusts. Willow
could feel his body curling about hers, moulding together as she moved with
him. Her hips meeting his thrust for pleasurable thrust. Her lips were
devouring him, kissing his shoulders, neck and face. With deep carnal kiss he
lifted her up off the bed, pulling her down onto him. Willow wrapped one arm
about his neck the other going around his waist as she held on to him, moving
her body against his. She was whimpering in pleasure, her mouth was fixed to
his mouth, desperate kisses that demanded a response. Occasionally their mouths
would separate and kiss their shoulders and necks, teeth teased and nip,
tongues caressed and licked, but always they would find each other again,
locking together, teasing and tasting. Willow threw back her head, exposing her
neck to Angelus, she knew from his movements and her own that they were both
close. She could feel a raging heat spreading through her in crashing waves,
clawing at Angelus she thrust down hard against him, the pressure building.
Moving her head her mouth found his again, tongues mimicked their movements and
Willow found herself drowning in taste and sensation.
"Just pleasure, darlin'," Angelus breathed
breaking the kiss his eyes boring into hers. Suddenly everything froze for
Willow before splintering, his name left her lips, a deep throaty cry and she
cried out with every jerky thrust of his hips as he came. She clung to him even
as he continued to cum, her arms wrapped tightly about his jerking body as he
grunted and held her close. Her lips caressed his shoulders and neck, alternate
nips and kisses. Still she held him tightly as he laid them back across the
bed, his own mouth caressing her breasts, neck and face. One of his hands
entwined with hers and she bought his fingers to her mouth, kissing and sucking
them. As she stretched her legs out and ran them down his she turned her head
slightly, her free hand moving to caress his hair while his face was buried in
her neck.
Willow smiled at the feel of his soft kisses on her fevered
skin, of his hard body against hers, of him still buried deep with in her, of
the sticky mess running between her legs. Utterly satisfied she continued to
stroke his hair, kissing his shoulder lightly before a slight movement caught
her eye. Glancing up she saw Spike leaning against the outer sitting room door,
his face was stoic, but his eyes held a sadness as he took a drag from his
cigarette. Angelus claimed her mouth again, his tongue soft and questing,
demanding a response before breaking away and trailing kisses down her throat.
By the time Willow turned back Spike had gone.
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