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I Can't Do This Series - Avoidance Therapy -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Angel's upset that Willow's avoiding him, sequel to Just Dessert.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
"You've been avoiding me," Angel's deep voice accused.
Willow jumped and turned to find herself nose-to-chest with the tall vampire. She yelped and nearly dropped the armful of books she was holding.
"No, I've just been busy," she explained.
He lifted her chin until her eyes met his, "Then you've been too busy. I don't like being avoided. I've missed you," he said.
"Um, Angel," she looked anxiously about the library.
"We're alone. Giles has gone off, and no one else is around. I waited until I was sure you were alone," he assured her.
"Oh," she said, sounding very unassured.
He chuckled and took the books from her arms and reached around her to set them on the table. Willow took a nervous step backward and felt the table pressing into her hip. Angel leaned forward and put his arms on either side of her, resting them on the table behind her and effectively trapping her.
"You're jumpy tonight," he grinned as his mouth came dangerously close to hers.
"It's just, well, anyone could walk in here and see us and misunderstand what you're--"
His mouth swooped down to capture hers. He brought one arm around her and pressed against the small of her back with enough strength to force her body against his.
"Think they'd misunderstand that?" his eyes danced wickedly as his hand dropped to her ass.
"We can't," she protested.
"You have two choices," he said. "Either I throw you on top of the table and have you right here, or you come with me someplace more private."
"I can't. I have to go home. Mom will--"
"Mom's been out of town since yesterday," he stated.
Willow groaned in despair.
"I take it you're opting for the table," he decided as he put his hands around her waist and lifted her up onto the hard wooden surface.
"No!" she squealed. "All right. I'm coming with you."
"You got that right," he grinned.
Willow blushed and looked away. He smiled and pulled her off the table and out of the library.
"Buffy tells me her mom is hosting a big party at Robertson's in a couple of weeks," Angel said as he stood over Willow.
She took the glass of wine he offered and scooted away as he sat down on the hearth beside her.
"It's a graduation party," she nodded. "Two weeks. It's hard to believe."
"Pretty classy place, Robertson's," he told her as he moved next to her and placed his hand on her knee.
"Yeah," she said. "I'm not sure I'm going."
He looked at her in surprise, "Why not?"
"I'm not very good at classy," she shrugged.
"Don't start that again," he ordered.
She looked over at him, "I wouldn't know what to wear."
"I'll take care of that," he offered.
"You can't, Angel. Buffy will be expecting you to go with her."
"Kitten, we've covered this ground. I do not belong to Buffy. I haven't even seen her in three days," he said.
"Even so, it would hurt her. She wouldn't understand," Willow argued.
He nodded, "Probably not. She's asked me to be there. I'll meet you there."
"I don't know," she said.
His hand left her knee and traveled up under her skirt.
"You're going to be there. You won't let your friends down. I'm going to be there. Unless you plan on dodging me the entire night, you're going to have to spend some time with me," he told her.
Willow trembled as his hand moved to her inner thigh and brushed against the nest of curls under her panties. He took the glass from her and turned her toward him. His free hand caressed her cheek.
"You wanna not do what we didn't do the other night?" he asked with a grin.
She shook her head firmly, "No."
"Good. I was hoping you'd say that."
Angel kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue and delving inside. He pulled her up to stand in his arms and cupped her ass in his hands. Willow moaned as he tugged off her panties and parted her with his fingers. He drew off her skirt and dropped to his knees. Spreading her legs, he ran his cold tongue along her folds and flicked it against her clit. Willow's hands clutched Angel's hair and pressed him to her as he sucked the swelling nub between his teeth.
She shuddered as her knees gave out. Angel lowered her to the floor and continued the sweet torture on her sopping pussy. She cried out in frustration as he moved off her long enough to shed his clothes and then remove her shirt and bra. He covered her mouth with his, and she tasted herself on his lips. His hand returned to the soft flesh of her pussy. She wriggled under him and whimpered.
"Tell me what you want, Willow," he whispered.
Her mind struggled to resist, and he took her clit and rolled it between his fingers.
"Please," she moaned.
"Please, what?" he grinned. "Tell me what you want."
"Come inside me, please," she begged as her body won out over her will. Angel slammed into her, driving her body into the ungiving floor. She wrapped her legs around him as he continued the brutal assault on her hot pussy. Her hands locked tight around his hard shoulders, and her nails dug into his flesh as she screamed his name. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and he roared as his cold juices streamed into her. Angel lowered himself over her and gathered her close in his arms. She was breathing heavily, and he kissed her sweaty brow.
"Oh, kitten, you can come with me anytime," he murmured as she clung to him.
"Angel," she whispered. "Oh, goddess, you're so good."
He chuckled and lifted her up off the floor. She was asleep in his arms before he reached the bedroom.
The End
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