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Willow splashed the water over her face. A loud boom echoed
through the room and she froze. More thunder. The storm was getting closer,
and she was locked in her rooms at the mansion. She'd been watching the
heavy storm clouds gather and roll in all Friday afternoon. When Spike
had come shortly after dusk and collected her, the thunder had just started to
boom, the lightning playing across the dark clouds. With every flash or bang,
she would grab Spike's arm or move closer to him. Storms terrified her
and Angelus knew it. She couldn't help but blush at a memory of better
times when one night in the library there'd been a terrible storm and she'd
clung to Angel. He'd protected her, held her close, murmuring soothing
words. Another crash made her jump. She hated storms.
The last few days had been strange, settling into her new
life as a consort. She still really
didn’t understand or know what was expected of her. Or more precisely, she
never knew what Angelus expected of her.
One night she had been extravagantly dressed and he’d made her kneel at
his feet, reading to him until her voice became hoarse. Even after she’d finished the book, he made
her stay at his feet, until she could no longer feel her legs and her head had
been heavy, she’d fought to keep her eyes open and his hand had cradled her
head, bringing it down to rest on his knee and she’d fallen asleep. The next
morning she'd been woken by Spike, given breakfast and bundled off to
school. The following night had been spent walking with Angelus, talking
about music and literature, dinner had been taken and they'd gone back to the
mansion. Then, last night they had gone
for a drive down the coast to a scenic spot where the coastline was jagged
cliffs, sitting on the bonnet of the car, looking out over the vast expanse of
ocean. The only certainty she had each
night was the routine of bathing Angelus and although he made no move to touch
her, her visual explorations during their bath sessions had increased. She had
studied every part of his body and it no longer worried her having him watch
her bathe. After she washed him, she
was always sent to bed and each night she had gone to bed alone.
Tonight, she had arrived at the mansion with Spike right as
the rain had started to fall and Angelus had met her at the door, walked her
upstairs to her rooms, his silent eyes watching her face as the storm raged
outside.
"We're going out and won't be back until
morning. You can stay in your rooms," Angelus had stated, before
leaving her alone and locking her in.
A fruit platter had been left for her but that was
it. The entertainment cabinet was locked and the only book in the rooms
was a copy of poems in Gaelic. Since she'd only had two lessons so far
she really couldn't understand them. So she had decided to have a bath.
But it wasn't offering any type of distraction from the increasing ferocity of
the storm outside.
As the lightning crashed and the thunder rolled about a few
moments later, she jumped and
whimpered. She couldn't stand storms and somehow she didn't think this
one was just going to blow itself out. Sighing, she got out of the bath
and dried off, sitting down at the vanity to apply the various creams that
Angelus insisted she use. Rubbing the excess cream into her hands, she shook
her head and tossed her hair back, catching a glimpse of herself in the
mirror. She hadn't really looked at herself lately, in fact she had never
really looked at herself, so it was startling to see bright eyes looking back
from a vast amount of pale skin. She watched her reflection for a moment,
critical eyes taking in every detail. Green eyes, pink lips and pale
skin. Tilting her head, she wondered if she really was that pale or if it was
just an illusion created by the deep red silk camisole top and matching boxers
she wore. Frowning lightly, she didn't know, but she looked too pale,
especially her lips. Her eyes fell down to roam the various items on the vanity
finally falling on a pot of sheer red lip-gloss, she grabbed it and picked up a
lip brush, applying the sheer slash of colour and smiled. That was much
better.
Picking up her hairbrush she was about to run it through
her hair when a thunderclap literally shook the mansion. She couldn't
help it, she screamed and fled, brush still in hand, to the safety of her
sitting room, desperately trying the doors seeing if they would open. But
they didn't. Taking a few deep-calming breaths she sat down on the plush
sofa and curled up, concentrating on brushing her hair.
"I'm not scared, I'm not scared, it's only a storm it
can't hurt me..." she repeated, dragging the brush through her dry but
tangled locks. "Just because a single lightning bolt contains enough
energy to kill a person...but I'm not thinking about that because I'm not
scared. I'm perfectly safe...locked in a vampire’s mansion...great...who
am I kidding?"
She had just finished up her hair when the lights went out
and the lightning crashed, sending a tremor through the house again.
"Okay, this is...dark..." she muttered, standing
up and the lightning flashed again, lighting up her bedroom and she stumbled
forward into the room. Apart from the massive bed, the room contained a
few lounge chairs, similar to those in the sitting room, some bedside tables
and a lot of open space. Perhaps the thing that fascinated Willow the
most were the two huge floor to ceiling arch windows, either side of the bed.
They were huge and left uncovered. She supposed they offered no threat to the
vampires since they were dark stained glass, the sunlight was heavily diffused
by the time it crept into the room. They dominated the room, Willow could
easily stand in front of them and spread her arms wide and still not touch the
wall. But now, in the thunderstorm, these windows sprawled terrifying and
hideously deformed flashes of light through the room. "But I'm still
not scared...it's just a storm..."
Then the room lit up in a horrifying light show and thunder
boomed through the empty room. Willow screamed and stepped back, smack
bang into a hard and unrelenting body. She screamed louder and arms
wrapped about her.
"Shhh, little girl," Angelus whispered in her
ear, smiling to himself. "Why does it scare you so much?"
Willow could feel her heart pounding in her chest. He had
scared ten years off her life at least and she didn't know which was worse,
Angelus or the storm. Again the thunder roared and she spun in his arms, her own
flying up to lock about his neck and she buried her head in his chest.
She didn't know if it was the thunder or his laughter that rumbled in her ears.
She didn't really care.
"What is it Willow? Hmm? The noise, is
that what scares you?" Angelus murmured softly, stroking her hair.
Silently, she nodded.
"And the flashes...the lightning," she whispered,
almost forgetting it was Angelus she was talking to. He held her, swaying
with her, his cheek resting against the top of her head. She was just starting
to calm down when the thunder roared again, causing her to leap forward and
press herself hard against him. He laughed at her and waited until she
loosened her hold on his neck slightly before pushing her away from him and
taking hold of one of her hands.
"Come on," he urged as he lead her toward one of
the huge glass windows. Willow whimpered but followed, reluctantly.
He pulled her in front of him, standing her directly in front of the window,
lightning flashed and she stepped back, straight into him. He held onto
her shoulders, stilling her movement. "Put your hands on the
window."
As the thunder roared, she slowly raised her hands, holding
them out directly in front of her and pressed them against the cold
glass. Lightning flashed and she pulled them away. Behind her,
Angelus laughed and stepped away from her to grab something from the bedside
table.
"It's only light, it won't hurt you," he stated,
chuckling and walking back to her. Leaning in, he whispered in her
ear. "Close your eyes."
She obeyed and he slipped a black silk scarf about her
eyes, causing her to gasp as he blindfolded her.
"Now, put your hands on the glass," he whispered,
moving in close behind her. Blindly, she reached out and put her hands on
the glass "Boom," he whispered it in one ear, then swapped to
the other and repeated it. "Boom."
He continued to do it, swapping ears, getting louder, until
Willow forgot her fear and giggled. Then the real thunder roared and she
dragged her hands away from the glass and cried out.
"Shhh, it can't hurt you," Angelus reassured, his
hands running down her arms to clasp her hands and put them back against the
glass. He kept her hands covered with his own, his weight leaning lightly
against her back as he whispered in her ear. "Listen to something
else. Can you hear your heart beating? I can...boom, boom..."
He whispered and changed ears, his soft voice sending
shivers down Willow's spine. Her fingers flexed under his, stretching
along the glass and she concentrated on focusing on the sound of her heart
beating. She could hear the blood
pounding in her ears, hear her heart rhythmically pumping, echoing in her
ears. The thunder roared and she didn't react, instead listening to
Angelus' voice.
"It's just light...just sound..." he whispered
against her ear, taking in her smell. "Concentrate on the glass
beneath your fingers, the coolness, the smoothness..."
Willow flexed her fingers again, the tips brushing against
the cool surface, it made them tingle. Angelus drew his hands back,
dragging his fingers along the soft skin on her arms and stepped back from
her. Her fingers, free of the confines of his hands, ran along the
surface of the window, caressing the raised joins of the glass and she raised
her fingers up onto their tips before lowering them, her palms brushing against
the cool surface. Blindly, she took step closer to the window and her fingers
continued their exploration of the cool glass.
Behind her, Angelus shed his shirt tossing it down on one
of the chairs and watched as she moved against the glass, the lightning
flashing, casting a mix match of colours across her pale skin and the silk of
her clothes that clung to her curves. He smiled and moved in behind her,
his hands covering hers again.
"Does it feel cool?" he murmured in her ear,
receiving a nod in reply, his fingers moved between hers as he pressed his
naked chest against her back.
Willow swung her head slightly at the sensation of Angelus
behind her. She could feel the cool surface of his skin pressing against
her back while his leather-clad legs entwined with her bare ones. His
hands pulled hers back and spread her arms out wide.
"Keep your hands in mine and move with me," he
murmured in her ear, stepping back from her. Hesitatingly, she moved one
of her legs to press against his and then the other so she was standing flush
against his body. "Good girl. Keep listening to your heart
beat."
He lowered one hand, pushing hers down with it, brushing
lightly across her thigh and then raised it back up, bending his elbow and
brushing his forearm lightly across her neck. She gasped and tilted her
head back as their arms moved down, their thumbs brushing across her silk
covered nipple. Slowly, he bought their other arm in and ran her hand
across the flat plain of her stomach, a fleeting touch. Turning their
hands he made sure that it was her hands that came in contact with the silk
that covered her body.
Smiling, he leant over her, rubbing his chest against her
back, pulling her ass back into his pelvis. Willow gasped for breath as
his lips brushed over her shoulder, a brief whisper of a kiss, nothing
more. He moved their hands, one rubbing along the smooth lines of her
stomach while the other moved up to brush across her breasts. He let
their hands stay on her breast as he pulled them back up and smiled to himself
as he felt her hand move slightly away from his, putting pressure on her hard
nipple.
Slowly and carefully he manipulated the hand on her
stomach, moving it in grand sweeping circles that brushed against her thighs
and the bare skin just below her boxers. He took a small side step and
moved their hands from her breast up to caress her throat. Willow threw
her head back, resting it against his shoulder as her fingers caressed her skin.
Long fingers tickled at her throat, pressing down on sensitive spots, she
curled her fingers lightly and dragged her nails across her throat and let her
hand drop back down to her breast. Splaying her fingers, she ran them
across her breast and then clamped them down catching the hard nipple, making
her gasp at the sensation.
Angelus smiled and took another step toward the bed,
brushing her legs against it. He released the hand on her breast and
watched as she continued to stroke herself, her tinted red lips parted
slightly, her breathing coming in shallow pants. Their hands on her
stomach moved, thumbs catching the material of her camisole, lifting it,
letting their hands brush over her warm flesh. With his free hand he
reached down and pulled the hem of the top, lifting it up. Both her hands
left her body as she let him take off her top and then they moved back to
caress her bare skin, revelling in the sensation of her fingers dancing across
her flesh. His hand joined hers on her stomach, guiding it down then
letting her take control. Fingers slipped between the soft silk waistband
and brushed against her pubic hair, tickling it, teasing it. She sighed
and rubbed her naked back against his chest, making him close his eyes briefly.
Slowly, he pressed her fingers down, urging them to creep further between her
legs and she moaned softly as her index finger slipped between her silky wet
folds, brushing the hard nub of her clitoris. It was only a fleeting
stroke as Angelus pulled their hands back.
He moved them forward, crawling them up onto her bed, both
on their knees, his body covering hers. Once more he moved their hands
down to between her legs, Willow eagerly repeating rubbing her finger across
her clit. Her hips jerked forward, pressing down against her finger, then
she pressed back against Angelus, rubbing herself against him. She was
lost in the sensation of her hands, disorientated by the blindfold and confused
by her feelings. But she wasn't going to stop. Suddenly Angelus
pushed her forward, down onto the soft silk of the sheets, holding her body
down with one hand on her back and she writhed against the softness, revelling
in the slight friction the silk made against her skin. Still her hands
caressed her body, one teasing her breasts, stomach and neck the other between
her legs, lightly running her fingers through her moisture and caressing her
clit.
Angelus smiled down at her writhing form and pulled back off
her, his hands hooking in the waistband of her boxers, pulling them down
slowly, not wanting to distract her. He leant over her again to whisper
in her ear.
"Feel it Willow...but no penetration..." then he
moved away from the bed and sat down on one of the plush chairs. He
smiled as the lightning flashed, covering her nude form in coloured shadows
briefly. Leaning back in the chair, he pulled at the button on his fly,
freeing his cock so he could stroke it as he watched her.
Willow turned and twisted, rubbing her fevered body against
the cool silk, her nipples aching as they brushed over the soft fabric.
Taking her weight slightly on her knees, she thrust her hips forward, two
fingers rhythmically stroking her clit, her hips thrusting into the cool silk
and pulling back. She moaned, her free hand twisting in the sheet
momentarily. Rolling onto her back she bent one of her knees, spreading
her legs, her index finger pressing down on her clit, the nail catching and
dragging across it. She gurgled a moan of pleasure as she sucked on her
fingers before dragging them down and caressing her neck and breasts, her other
hand still between her thighs. Suddenly she bent her knees, pulling her
feet up near her ass, rising up onto the toes as she squeezed her clit.
Her head rolled back and she arched her back, crying out and grabbing at the
sheet, her index finger rubbing furiously at her clit as she worked her way
through her first orgasm.
In the chair Angelus sped up his strokes and grunted, using
her silk boxers to catch his semen. His eyes never left the writhing
redhead, who collapsed on the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body
trembling, the blindfold still in place.
From the entrance door in the sitting room Spike lit up a
cigarette and watched as Angelus studied the little girl, her legs still
spread, sweat glistening on her body. All three were totally oblivious to
the storm that still raged on.
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