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I Can't Do This Series - Just Dessert -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Willow and Angel have dessert, sequel to Must Be the Dress.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
"You barely said three words through dinner," Angel admonished Willow.
"You okay?"
"Um, yeah. I'm okay. Just thinking," Willow answered.
He took her hand as they crossed the street, "I could've guessed that. Thinking about what?"
"Well, we probably shouldn't be doing this," she said.
"Why not?"
"What about Buffy?" she asked.
Angel squeezed her hand, "You know, my entire existence is not wrapped up in Buffy. I do have an unlife apart from her. Have I told you how great you look tonight?"
"Four times," she grinned. "Jeans and a sweater. Doesn't take much to please you, does it?"
"Would you like to find out what pleases me?" he asked.
Willow silently thanked the darkness for concealing the hot blush that stained her cheeks, "Angel! I didn't mean that! We're friends, remember? Friends, that's all."
"Exactly," he nodded. "Has anyone ever told you what a cute little ass you have, friend?"
She took a swipe at his arm, "I'm not kidding! No more dancing and no more kissing and no more dresses. I stuffed that thing in the nearest collection bin this morning. It'll be hanging on a warped plastic hanger any day now."
"Too bad. That dress was made for you," Angel said.
"No one else seemed to think so," Willow replied sadly.
"Then they're blind," he stated.
Willow chose to ignore the comment, "Where are we going?"
"To my place," he answered. "For dessert."
"Do you know what firelight does to your hair?" Angel asked as he ran his fingers through her tresses. "Liquid copper."
Willow looked up at him uneasily, "You said dessert."
"Yes, I did," he replied and pulled her close.
His mouth brushed against hers, and he nipped gently at her lips.
"Angel," she spoke. "Dessert."
"This is dessert," he grinned and fastened his mouth firmly to hers.
Willow pushed him away and stepped out of his arms, "What are you doing? I mean, I don't get it! We've been friends for how long now? Why are you suddenly all over me?"
"Suddenly?" he asked. "I guess it must seem that way to you. You have no idea how long I've been thinking about you, wanting you."
"That's crazy! Why now, after all this time?" she said.
"You really don't get it, do you? Willow, I've watched your friends gently nudge you back into line whenever you even threaten to step out of their predetermined boundaries. I hear the way you talk about yourself. Even last night, when you looked hot enough to melt cast iron, you described yourself as plain old Willow. That's not right. I want to prove to you how wonderful you are," he told her.
Willow swallowed and stepped back as Angel stepped towards her, "Would it help if I said I believe you?"
"Before I've shown you all my evidence?" he grinned suggestively.
Willow's eyes widened, "I don't want to see your evidence! I'll take your word for it!"
Angel looked at her patiently, "Come here, kitten."
"No," she refused.
He reached over to her and dragged her next to him. "Yes," he insisted as his mouth found hers once again.
Willow's mind and her body were at war with one another. Her intellect told her this was a huge mistake. People could get hurt. Buffy could get hurt. Her body, however, was rapidly telling her brain to shut the hell up.
The gentle pressure of the vampire's mouth on hers was creating indescribable, unfamiliar feelings in the pit of Willow's stomach. Her arms encircled Angel's waist, and her hand dropped down to rest on his tight ass.
"Oh, goddess," she whispered against his mouth as she struggled to regain control of her senses.
Angel was having none of it. His hand snaked up inside her sweater as he lowered his head to nip at the warm flesh of her throat. Willow moaned softly.
"Like that, kitten?" he asked softly.
"No," she murmured as she clung to his hard body.
"Neither do I," he replied as he bit at the sensitive flesh below her earlobe.
"We have to stop this," she said.
"Absolutely," he agreed.
His hand moved inside the satiny fabric of her bra and covered her breast. She gasped as he pinched her nipple. His mouth engulfed hers, and he pulled her tight against him, letting her feel his hardness against her belly. Angel scooped her up effortlessly and carried her across the room, down the corridor, and into the bedroom.
"We can't," she told him as he lowered her onto the bed.
"We won't," he replied as he covered her slight body with his.
Angel slipped her sweater over her head and unclasped her bra. She shivered self-consciously as he gazed at her perfectly shaped breasts.
"Magnificent," Angel purred.
Warmth flooded Willow's body as his eyes traveled appreciatively over her. His hands moved to the button on her jeans, and he unfastened them and gently drew them off her. He rubbed his finger against her clitoris through the thin covering of her panties. He removed the scrap of clothing and slipped two fingers inside her wet folds. Willow drew in a sharp breath. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them. Angel helped her remove his clothes. He took each of her hands in his. Their fingers entwined as he drew her hands to her sides. He brushed the tip of his cock against her pussy and brought his lips to hers in a deep kiss.
Angel entered her slowly and heard her soft cry as he pressed against her virginal barrier. He kissed her hard and thrust into her. Willow sobbed against his mouth as the sharp pain of his entrance overrode her passion. He kissed her softly and forced himself to remain still inside her, allowing her tight channel to adjust to his thick shaft. The pain subsided, and her lips moved against his as the feeling of this man inside her fired her need.
Angel began an easy rhythm, placing pressure against her reddened clit. His fingers squeezed around hers as she instinctively arched into him.
Slowly, he coaxed her body into responding to his gently insistent thrusts. He focused his mind on the need of this tiny woman as her slickened walls began to clutch at his hard cock. He whispered to her, softly encouraging her to surrender to him. Willow's body tensed, and she cried out as the intensity of her orgasm gripped her body. Angel relinquished his control and came hard, growling as he emptied his cold seed into the warmth of her pussy.
Angel moved off her and pulled her trembling body close to him. He wrapped his arms protectively around her and kissed her. Willow relaxed in his embrace as he curled her around him.
"That didn't just happen," she whispered sleepily as she snuggled against his chest.
"No, it didn't," he answered quietly. "Nothing happened."
She nodded, "We went to dinner and came back here for dessert. That's all."
"That's all it was, kitten," he smiled and placed a kiss on her head. "Just dessert."
The End
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