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.

Part 5

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 her 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 pale purple 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 her casually against the mountain of pillows, her hair sprayed out against the white pillows like a fan, her arms resting casually 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 risque as Buffy’s wardrobe, was noticeably sexier. Since there was no one in England to notice the change since no one knew her before, 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, and gave 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.

Her eyes still closed, Willow felt his other hand close on 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 her eyes closed and found herself growing excited over her inability to see where he was or what he was preparing to do. As Willow’s 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

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 vagina.

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 in to. 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.

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Willow later awoke to find the moon riding high in inky blue sky and flooding her room with iridescent light. Lifting her head off the pillows, Willow squinted towards the digital alarm clock Willow 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 grains of sand swept away by a gentle 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. <Since when do I have a Phil Collins CD… >