Touch of Evil
Part Five
Author: Amanda Arlequin
E-mail: aca203@is8.nyu.edu
Rating: R/NC-17 overall (some parts are mild)
Summary: This is the story of the cat and mouse game Angelus plays with
Willow, and the romance that follows.
Spoilers: This takes place after Angel loses his soul but before Becoming,
which never happened in my 'verse.
I will keep and discard Buffy lore as I see fit.
Disclaimer: While I have taken the liberty of adding a few characters of
my own creation, all of the original BtVS characters and their world
belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and The WB. All are used
without permission and no copyright infringement is intended.
That night, for the first time in a week, Willow dreamt of Angelus, only
this time her dream didn't end in savage feeding and death. In this dream,
Angelus stood on the balcony beyond the glass doors of her bedroom. With
both palms against the glass, he gave a gentle shove and they flew open,
the sheer violet drapes billowing upwards with the summer breathe. He
whispered into the wind, "Invite me in Willow"; and Willow, too mesmerized
by his beauty and the soothing tones of his deep voice, complied. With
slow deliberate steps he entered the bedroom, circling the canopy bed which
held Willow.
Willow laid casually against the mountain of pillows, her hair sprayed out
against the white satin like a fan, her arms resting limply at her sides.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Willow noted that she was wearing a
short, sexy, white satin nightgown- one that revealed parts of her body the
old Willow would have kept hidden. That was one thing that had changed
since Willow's experience with Angelus. Gone were the days of hiding
behind baggy sweaters and pants. Willow's new style, though not quite as
risqué as Buffy's wardrobe, was noticeably sexier. Since there was no one
in England who would notice the change, Willow scarcely thought about it.
Now she did. Willow knew she looked alluring and inviting and that didn't
bother her one bit. She also knew this was only a dream and she felt no
animosity or fear towards Angelus. She knew what he was capable of, but
that was part of his appeal. Willow could feel sparks of desire simmering
inside of her, and a hunger for this man and what he could give her.
Angelus stood at the edge of the bed and ravished Willow with dark, hooded
eyes. He took deliberate care as he looked over every inch of her body,
his eyes drinking in the pale, smooth skin of her upper thighs and the pale
expanse of skin above her chest. Willow stared back hungrily into his
eyes, holding his gaze as his right hand began to caress its way up her
leg. When his firm grip reached mid thigh, giving her leg a lingering
squeeze, Willow closed her eyes and moaned with anticipated pleasure.
Arching her back with the languid grace of a cat, Willow lifted her leg
further into Angelus' grip.
Willow felt his hand close over her eyes, his fingers tracing the eyelids
in an unspoken command for her to keep them shut. His fingers then forged
a trail down the front of her body till they joined his other hand on her
upper thigh. Then, suddenly, they were both gone and Willow had to fight
the instinct to open her eyes. Instead, Willow kept them shut and found
herself growing excited over her inability to see where he was or what he
was preparing to do. As her arousal moistened her panties, Willow
whimpered. She heard Angelus chuckling, followed by the beginning chords
of a song Willow couldn't quite place, though it was familiar.
Willow could sense Angelus close to her, but he refused to touch her.
Then the lyrics began to flow.
**How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave
Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
There's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what I've got to face
I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
So many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
There's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now
Cause there's just an empty space
But to wait for you is all I can do
And that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now
Cause I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've got to take.
Take a look at me now**
As the last chords of the song died away, Angelus lept on top of Willow,
covering her body with his. Willow yelped in surprise as she felt Angelus'
naked form measuring up against her own. The yelp quickly turned into a
moan as his erection brushed against the wet crotch of her panties. Willow
wrapped her arms around Angelus' waist, clasping onto the small of his back
so she could grind him closer to her aching mound.
As their lower bodies performed an erotic dance, Angelus lowered his mouth
to the base of Willow's throat. His tongue snaked across the length of her
neck, moistening it as surely as his cock was moistening her sex.
Willow found herself panting as a result of Angelus' ministrations. Her
vagina felt like it was on fire and an ache was beginning to build within
the lower half of Willow's tummy. She brought a single hand up to run
through the silky strands of Angelus' hair.
Angelus began to moan Willow's name against her throat, over and over.
After awhile he added whole sentences that Willow didn't understand. Then
she realized he was speaking another language, and though Willow had never
heard it spoken before, she knew it was Gaelic. Eventually, he added some
English sentences to the Gaelic, each whispered word raising the hairs on
her neck. "You're mine Willow. I let you get away from me once but I
won't let it happen again. We belong together. I didn't realize it at
first but it's been revealed to me. I was meant to find you, and now I
mean to never let you go. Never. Forever." Angelus nuzzled the patch of
skin just below Willow's ear. 'Say it Willow, say you're mine… only mine…
forever… and it will be so."
Willow felt shivers of emotion carried along a wave of intense pleasure as
Angelus continued to grind his lower body against hers. His words
penetrated like swords through the fog of pleasure that had wrapped itself
around Willow's mind. She felt them settle inside her, into a place
reserved deep in her soul that only he fit into. She couldn't have said no
even if she wanted to. But, of course, she didn't.
"I'm yours Angelus, always and forever."
Willow felt his smile against her neck. A moment later she felt his fangs
as they penetrated the thin skin of her neck and latched onto a vein.
As Angelus sucked her warm, virginal blood into his mouth, Willow exploded
in an orgasm so intense, darkness flooded her mind as she passed out.
***********************
Willow later awoke to find the moon riding high in an inky blue sky,
flooding her room with iridescent light. Lifting her head off the pillows,
Willow squinted towards the digital alarm clock she had placed on the
nightstand beside her bed. The red numbers, 2:43AM, flashed before her
eyes as her head hit the pillows in an attempt to resettle into sleep. In
the moments of restlessness before sleep reclaimed her, Willow tried to
remember what she had been dreaming about but the memory slipped through
her mind, as insubstantial as the wind. There was nothing in her memory
for her to latch on to.
As Willow began to drift into sleep her ears picked up the soft, mellow
chords of a piano. Jerking back to consciousness, Willow lifted her head
and stared at the stereo system in the far right corner of the bedroom.
Even from that distance, Willow could see the red power light and the
orange glow from the revolving CD compartment. The piano chords faded away
leading to the whirls and clicks of the stereo preparing to repeat the
song. Suddenly the room was filled once again with the sadly lilting
chords of the piano.
Confused, Willow rose from the bed and padded over to the stereo, the
lyrics following her as she reached for the stop button.
**How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here… **
Willow hit the power button, stopping the song mid-sentence. Crawling
back into bed, Willow tried to remember turning the stereo on before going
to sleep but she just couldn't think past her body's exhaustion. As Willow
sank into the soft folds of the satin sheets, one last thought surfaced
before disappearing into oblivion.
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