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I Can't Do This Series - Private Party -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Willow and Angel have their own, private graduation party, sequel to Graduation Presence.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Angel sat down on the sofa and pulled Willow onto his lap. She leaned against him and breathed a sigh.
"I've just lost my best friend," she said.
He raised her chin and looked at her, "No, you haven't."
She smiled and kissed him softly, "You're right. I just feel so awful. She shouldn't have found out that way, and not tonight."
"Willow, you know there was no easy way to tell Buffy. Her feelings for me were just shards of broken dreams. We haven't been close in months."
Willow nodded, "She still loves you, though."
"And I care about her. I'm not happy about hurting her, but I'm more concerned about you. What you need comes first."
"Can I ask you something?" she said.
Angel smiled, "Anything."
"Where is this heading? I mean, where do we go from here?" she asked.
"I have an infinite future ahead of me," he told her. "I don't want to spend it without you."
He searched her eyes for a hint of revulsion at his implied request and felt overwhelming relief when he found not a trace.
"You want to turn me?" she said.
"Eventually. Someday. But only if you want me to," he answered.
"And only if I can keep my soul. I don't want to become a heartless murderer," she replied.
"You'd consider it?" he asked in surprise.
"I'd consider anything that meant eternity with you," she grinned.
He kissed her, and her tongue parted his lips and danced slowly with his. Angel's hands moved to the zipper along the back of her dress and drew it down. The fabric fell about her waist, and Angel cupped one of her soft breasts, teasing and pinching the nipple. Willow moaned. Her fingers reached for the buttons on his shirt. She undid them and pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
Angel moved her off his lap to stand over him. She stepped out of her shoes as the dress fluttered to her feet. She kicked it aside. His hands ran long her tight belly and down to her thighs. He released her stockings from their garter and worked them down her trim legs. Angel sensed Willow's growing impatience and chuckled as she quickly shed her few remaining clothes. He admired her pale body as she stood naked before him.
"Your turn," she ordered and pulled him up off the sofa.
She unfastened his pants, and he toed off his shoes. He kissed her as she tugged his pants down from his firm ass. He broke the kiss to help her unclothe him. Then he drew Willow close until the full length of her warm body pressed against his. She felt his cock stir against her, and she smiled up at him.
"Do you want me?" she teased.
His answer was breathtakingly serious, "I'll want you forever, Willow."
"Angel," she whispered as his soft words sent a tingle through her body.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She gazed up at him, drinking in the hardness of his muscular body. Angel lowered himself over her. He had intended to take her slowly, to savor every second of her fevered need, but as her hand stroked his fully erect shaft and began to pump it gently, he knew all he wanted was to drive himself inside her, now.
Sensing his desire, Willow thrust her hips toward him, encouraging him to take what he wanted. She raised her knees and he thrust fully into her. She pulled him down to her and ran her tongue along his nipple. He moaned deep in his throat and began to move inside her with hard, deep thrusts. Willow gasped as the pressure against her clitoris sent a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Angel quickened the pace, and she matched his rhythm and met it perfectly. The walls of her hot, wet channel constricted around him, and Angel growled and gripped her wrists, holding them down on the bed as his seed filled her.
The intensity of his orgasm nearly drove Willow into her own. Angel released one wrist to capture her clit between his fingers and pinch it. Her pussy spasmed violently, and she came hard, groaning his name.
"Please tell me you don't have to go home," Angel said as Willow lay comfortably wrapped in his arms.
"Mom has a friend on the east coast whose daughter is graduating next week. She left right after my graduation to spend the week with them," she told him.
Angel was silent for a moment. Then he suddenly squeezed her tighter to him.
"Hell, I'd rather you did have to go home," he whispered.
She smiled softly and drew his hand to her lips to kiss it, "It's okay. I got used to Mom's ill-timed and prolonged trips a long time ago."
"I don't understand how she ever did it. You must have been an adorable little girl," he said.
"I think annoying is more like it. I'll bet I emerged from the birth canal asking questions," she replied.
He stroked her soft hair, "I'll bet you did. With those beautiful green eyes and innocent smile, who could resist? How did she?"
Willow sighed, "I think I was an inconvenience. An obstacle in the path of her career that either had to be hurdled or avoided. She got pretty good at both."
He nuzzled her cheek, "Forgive me, sweetheart, but your mother's a fool."
She yawned sleepily, "I figured that out by the time I was three."
"Well, you'll have to spend the week with me, then," he smiled.
"If you insist."
"I insist," he answered.
Buffy watched in smoldering anger as Angel walked to the sofa, handed a glass of wine to Willow, and sat down close to her, snuggling her against his chest.
"Isn't this sweet," she spoke as she invited herself into the room.
Angel raised his glass in a mock toast, "I couldn't agree more."
Willow gave his thigh a warning squeeze. Buffy glared at the redhead, "I've been worried about you for weeks, and all this time you've been here, fucking my ex."
"Not all the time. I couldn't talk her into all the time," Angel shot back.
"Angel," Willow stopped him. "Buffy, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
"Don't bother. I'm not interested in your apologies," the slayer snapped. "What the hell do you see in her?"
Angel arched an eyebrow, "Dressed or undressed? Because the lists are completely different, depending on which one."
"You're disgusting," Buffy sneered.
"Willow doesn't think so," he grinned.
Angel, stop it!" Willow demanded. "Buffy, you and Angel haven't been together for a long time."
"And I gave back my dog tags, "Angel added.
Buffy was thoroughly flustered by the vampire's callous treatment, "Why are you being so cruel? I'm the one who's hurting here!"
"That's ironic," Angel said. "You want to talk about cruel? Let's talk about the countless put-downs you throw at her every chance you get. Let's talk about dumping all the brain work on her while you go out and shake your ass in the face of any and every male who happens to be at the Bronze."
"I don't understand you," Buffy stated sadly.
"Exactly. Now that we've cleared that up, you can go," he told her.
"If I go, I won't be back," she warned him. "No second chances."
Angel sighed, "Buffy, we barely had a first chance. Go."
The End
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