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Intently reading her psychology book, Willow was
sitting quietly on the sofa.  College was turning out
to be a lot more challenging than high school had ever
even thought of being.  Willow liked it that way.
Absentmindedly, she stroked Tupelo Honey’s soft fur.
The cat was perched on the arm of the sofa, feigning
interest in Willow’s homework.

Sighing deeply, Willow finished the chapter and closed
her textbook.  On cue, Angel wandered into the room.
Willow smiled faintly.  He had an uncanny knack of
disappearing when she had work to do then reappearing
the second she was done.

Angel stood behind her and massaged her shoulders.
Relaxing, she allowed herself the tranquillity his
touch brought.  She’d been increasingly nervous around
him this past week, but Willow was finally calm.

Then he spoke.

“You smell good.  Are you using a different shampoo?”

Willow immediately tensed. “No, no new shampoo, no
perfume.”

Instantly, Angel knew why she smelled so wonderful and
the reason she’d been acting off this week.  She’d
started her period and he smelled her menstrual blood.
 She wasn’t going to be late like she had been hoping.
 Her time coinciding with their time…Angel felt a
tingling in his groin, but knew he had to be sensitive
to her needs.  He walked around the sofa and sat
beside her.

“I’m sorry, little girl.  I know you were hoping for
something different.” He said.

“It… it’ll be okay.  I knew this was going to happen.
I wish it were different, but it’s not.”  Her voice
cracked slightly as she finished the sentence.

Calmly, Angel took her hand in his. “Look, we did it
once before when you were on your period.  It’ll be
okay.” He paused a moment, then went on. “Is this
because of your religion?”

Willow snorted, “And which religion exactly would that
be?”

“Definitely not Wiccan.  I was thinking Judaism.  It’s
forbidden, right?

Willow shot him a bemused look. “Yes, it’s forbidden
by Jewish law.  But I’m not exactly orthodox.  I don’t
think vampires would be considered dating material if
I were. I’m a conglomerate. Jew, Wicca, and I carry
around the holiest of Christian symbols to ward of
nasty vampires. You, being a non-nasty, cheesecake
sort of vampire.”

“You can’t tell me that that isn’t part of it.”

“Maybe.” She conceded. “But really, it’s just so…ick.”
 

She stood up, the cat at her heels, and started
gathering her books.

“Where are you going?” Angel asked, a little
anxiously.

“To my dorm room.  I hear the dorm beds are quite
comfy, even though I haven’t been in one more than
once a week since school started.”

“Don’t you want to…” Angel began.

Willow interrupted. “No. Not before tomorrow.  I think
we can manage to last that long.  Besides, Buffy
thinks it’s kind of weird that I have such a great
relationship with my parents now that I’m in college.
She’s beginning to think I’m a mamma’s girl.” Her brow
furrowed. “We’re going to have to tell her soon, I
think.” She quickly shook the thought out of her mind
and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you.  And I’ll be
fine by tomorrow. Really.”

Their lips brushed briefly, much to briefly for either
of their tastes.

“Okay.” I’ll see you tomorrow. Early, please.”  Angel
grabbed her hand and quickly pressed it against the
erection he’d been sporting through their entire
conversation.

Willow could feel the heat rising in her face and in
her loins.  She hated that he could still make her
blush after all this time.  He, on the other hand,
loved it.

“Early. I promise.”

Willow removed her hand and Angel watched her walk out
the door, then bounded off the sofa and into the
kitchen.  He would have a little surprise for Willow
tomorrow.

~~~

Less than twenty-four hours later found Angel pounding
on the bathroom door and trying very hard to keep his
voice level.

“Willow, open this door. Now.”

The words and tone were very mild as Willow answered,
“No.”

His patience was wearing thin after a half an hour of
this.

“Dammit, Willow!” Angel realised he’d shouted and
lowered his voice. “You know you can’t stay in there.
You’re body won’t let you. Please.”

There was no answer.

“Willow?  Please, little girl. We’ll do this however
you want.  I was going to sit you down and tell you
that, if you hadn’t have headed straight for the
bathroom and locked yourself in.”

Angled waited.  One minute passed and then another.
Finally, he heard the sound of the door being
unlocked.

“Can I come in now, Willow?”

“Y…yes.” Was the soft reply.

Angel opened the door.  Willow was sitting on the
floor, leaning against the bathtub.  He knelt next to
her, lifting her chin so that she had to look him in
the eye.

Willow shuddered at the gentle touch; her body already
raging with extreme need for him.  She met his dark
gaze and the lust and love there made her weak and
excited at the same time.

He kissed her softly and whispered, “We’ll do this
your way…anyway you want. If you want to spend the
next sixteen hours making love in the shower so you
won’t have to see the blood, that’s fine.”

Willow’s eyes gleamed as she stroked his strong
forearm. “The shower sounds good.  I really hadn’t
thought about it.  I was just so anxious about… the
yuck factor.”

“Willow, please don’t worry about it.  If you’d
stopped to look at the bedroom you’d notice that I
have burgundy coloured sheets on the bed for tonight.
You don’t need to worry about that.  And no part of
you could ever offend me.  I’ve actually been looking
forward to this.”

“I know.”

Angle searched her face, realisation dawning on him.
“You’re worried about me liking it too much? Of my
losing control?”

Willow nodded. “Sort of.  I’m…it’s…you know I have
nasty cramps…and I’ll be tender…and messy…and I don’t
want to do this every month.”

“Only when we have, too. Promise. Willow, I’d never,
ever hurt you.  True, we get a little rowdier during
our time, but I swear I won’t do anything you don’t
want me to.”

Willow’s voiced was hushed. “But I might want you to.”

There it was, the last of it finally in the open.
Angel kicked himself mentally for not figuring it out.
 She was more afraid of her primal urges, of wanting
this, more than anything else.

“Little girl, you are what you are.  I love you and
you shouldn’t be ashamed of your body, what it does
and what you want me to help you feel with it. Okay?”

Willow smiled, “Okay.”

Angel swooped in for a kiss, drawing her up into his
arms and standing, his lips plundering hers.  Briefly,
Willow wallowed in the kiss, pressing against him as
his hands roamed over her body, caressing all of the
right spots.  She finally pulled away.

“G…give me a minute to take out…take care of things.”

Angel grinned, “Can I help with that?” He immediately
regretted it when he saw the horrified look on her
face. “I’ll wait outside, but I’m not shutting the
door.

Willow waited for him to go and then took care of what
needed to be done. Turning on the water, she undressed
and stepped in, then called him to her.

Outside the door, Angel had stripped down after
retrieving a small object from the kitchen.  He sat it
on the counter before he joined her in the shower.

The steam rose up around them as he pulled her back
against him, his hardness fitting neatly into the
small of her back as his hands went around to caress
her breasts.  Willow tilted her neck for Angel,
silently urging him to kiss her there.  He obliged
happily, nipping and sucking along the line of her
shoulder.  She wriggled slightly, applying pressure to
his straining erection; her breath coming in short
gasps.  Angel couldn’t be sure if it was her desire or
the steam that was causing her erratic respiration. He
did know that it was always like this the first time
during *their * cycle...little need of foreplay, their
bodies already bursting with want, always heady and
deeply satisfying…for awhile.

His hand found her clitoris as he pushed her slightly
forward, bending his knees and bringing his cock to
her entrance.  Angel fought the urge to bring his
fingers to his mouth to taste the tangy essence of the
blood that had flowed from her.  He thrust into her as
Willow braced her arms against the wall, her body
already jerking in orgasm.  She groaned mildly and he
stayed still in this awkward position, his hand gently
stroking her as he prepared her for another peak.
Willow always had a marvelous capacity for orgasm and
he suspected that it would be even truer now.  When he
felt her body responding to his, Angel pulled almost
completely out and then slowly entered her.  He
repeated the action and was rewarded with a small
sigh.  That was the pace he set, the withdrawal and
then the leisurely stroke back inside her.  The strain
on his knees would have been unbearable for a human
and for once he was grateful to be a vampire.

With Angel wedged inside her, Willow couldn’t do
anything but brace herself and let him administer his
sweet, slow torture.  She tried pushing backwards, but
Angel quickly grabbed her around the waist and
controlled the movement.  He started placing kisses on
her back and shoulders, sucking the steaming water
from her skin.  Willow’s stomach had been tensing for
a good five minutes as he held her at the brink of her
fulfilment, refusing to go any harder or faster than
when they’d first began.

“Please, Angel.”  She pleaded hoarsely.

Angel’s cock twitched at the sound of her voice.  He
quickened his pace, just enough to send them both over
the edge, Angel clutching at her hips and Willow
shaking her head from side to side as she emitted a
low groan.

Slowly, they separated, Angel standing and taking the
pressure off of his legs.  Willow turned around and
rested her head on his chest, so used to the silence
there that it no longer even registered in her
unconscious.  He stroked her back lovingly, waiting
for her to make the next move.  When she didn’t he
finally spoke.

“So…are we for the shower all night or can I interest
you in the bed?  I don’t think your skin will prune
quite as much there.”

Willow looked up at him, searching his face for some
sign of what he wanted her answer to be.  His
expression was totally non-committal.

“The shower.” She said, waiting for a look of
disappointment to cross his face.  Finding none, she
spoke again. “The bedroom.” Again, he gave no signal
as to what he desired. She smacked him lightly on the
arm. “Stoic, aren’t we?”

Willow turned the shower off and grabbed the lush
orange bath towels they’d bought recently to make the
bathroom more festive for Halloween.   She handed one
to Angel and wrapped the other around her wet hair.
He began drying her off, something he insisted on
doing every time she bathed.  When he finished, he
took care of himself and they both got out of the
shower.  Willow immediately noticed the small glass
jar on the counter.

“What’s that?”

Angel picked it up and handed it to her.  It was very
ornate, made from varied coloured glass and had a
stopper in it.

“It’s a tear catcher.”

“It’s gorgeous!” Willow exclaimed.  “But why is it
full of red stuff? Have you been crying bloody tears?”

Angel chuckled, “Uhm…no.  It’s full of liquid
lubricant, three bottles worth. It’s clear but I used
food colouring to make it dark red. I thought we could
use it tonight and maybe you wouldn’t be so
self-conscious if you couldn’t tell what was real
blood and what wasn’t.”

Willow hugged him tightly, careful not to drop the
beautiful gift.
“You are too sweet.  Why is it called a tear catcher,
anyway?”

“In ancient times…I think it started in
Arabia…warriors would leave these with their betrothed
when they went off to battle.  The women were expected
to catch the tears they shed for their lovers in it
while the men were gone.  If it wasn’t full when the
men returned, then the woman’s love wasn’t a true
one.”

“Neat! Now let’s go to bed.”

Angel was used to Willow’s mood swings during her
cycle and during their time of the month, so her
reaction didn’t surprise him at all.
She’d been rubbing Angel’s butt with her free hand,
the obsession already starting to work on her.  Angel
picked her up and carried her to the bed, gently
laying her down, taking the bottle from her and
sitting it on the table.  Willow held out her arms to
him, but Angel shook his head, instead going to the
foot of the bed and spreading her legs apart. Willow
immediately started to tense, but Angel merely rubbed
her thighs until she relaxed again.

Slowly, he began kissing his way up her limbs, giving
full attention to each inch of skin.  He took her
entire left kneecap in his mouth and she giggled at
the sensation.  Before long, Angel was at the junction
of her thighs.  He’d promised to do this her way, but
the heady aroma of her core was calling to him.  He
glanced up and found that she was totally at ease, a
blissful look on her face.  He still felt the need to
ask, though.

“Little girl, can I…?”

“Yes.”  Her tone was light and airy, almost as if she
were drifting off to sleep.

Gently, he parted her outer lips, delicately laving
the tender skin.  A small trickle of blood had made
its way down her passage and he could taste it
mingling with his seed. A low, shuddering groan began
continually emanating from deep inside him. Angel
began loving her with his mouth in earnest, his tongue
flicking between her clitoris and her opening. Against
his will, his game face emerged. He wanted nothing
more than to devour her, but kept his movements easy,
afraid of scaring her, although her gentle sighs and
hands twisting in his hair assured him that she was
anything but frightened.

Angel bathed her with his tongue, finally settling
with his thumbs alternately brushing against her
throbbing nubbin and his tongue pushing in and out of
her core.  His cock was pulsating and he kept time
with his hips, rubbing against the cool sheets.
Willow squirmed and clutched at his head, her thighs
tightening around his ears, pressing the ridges in his
forehead harder onto her fiery sex. Her hips bucked,
once, twice, then a final time as she came, a long
wail ringing through the bedroom. Angel could feel her
pulling the sheets off the bed as he let her ride
through her climax.

Willow’s back slowly lowered to the bed, and then she
was drawing her up over her, her hands urging him to
enter her.  He covertly wiped his face on the sheet,
not wanting to put her off with any fluids that were
there.  Taking her legs and draping them over his
arms, he sank into her with a quick thrust of his
pelvis and she was arching again, once more falling
into a mind-numbing orgasm.  This time, Angel followed
her, his entire being seemingly centered in his groin
as he drove into her again and again; each stroke
punctuated with his sighing of her name.

Angel dropped her legs and lowered himself onto her,
never withdrawing from her body.  Willow wrapped her
arms tightly around him, and he sensed rather than saw
the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.  He
raised up on his elbows, gently kissing away the
tears, wondering at the cause.

Willow spoke, “I’m okay. Really. It’s intense, that’s
all.  I love you and I can’t believe the way you make
me feel sometimes.”

“I know.”

Angel’s reply was short, but Willow knew what they
meant.  He knew, because he felt the same things.

Willow’s eyelids fluttered as her breathing became
even. Angel rolled off her and pulled her into his
arms.

“Sleepyhead.”

“Just a fifteen minute nap before the next round, I
promise. And would you…” She started.

“Get you something to eat? Like I always do when you
have to have your little naps during this time of the
month?” He replied.

“Nobody likes a know-it-all vampire, mister.  I was
going to ask if you could warm up the oil in the
bottle.  And then get me a snack.”

“Your wish is my command, my Willow.  Tuna or turkey
on rye?”

But Willow was already dozing.  Angel padded softly
from the room, pausing at the door to look back at the
beauty slumbering in his bed and thinking that maybe
he’d order her an extra cheese pizza instead.
 

End