Part 8-
Harmony had taken on the responsibility of not only being Angel's assistant, but she self-assigned herself to Tara, also. Harmony had brought clients in, exchanged numerous files in and out with each other, and got Tara prepped for court all day long. She barely had time for her own lunch, but then again a pint or 2 of blood is easier to come by then a large chef salad, a banana, and a glass of water-which was what Tara had for lunch.
Tara had been given the Metallic Blue Vantage 1965 Ford Mustang from Angel, as her car to get around in. Eve had told her where at the courthouse's parking garage would be accessible for her and any vampire assistances she had with her at the time. However, there was a reserved parking spot underground solely for the Wolfram and Hart clients, lawyers, and personnel. Even though, she wasn't a vampire herself and able to go out into the sunlight. Tara wasn't feeling in a particularly good mood, diffintly not in the mood for a bright sun shinning it's cheer down on the world. So she opted for parking in reserved parking.
Harmony had to stay behind, being Angel's assistant, too. When she saw Tara leave for the afternoon and part of the early evening. Harmony wasn't in the best of moods, neither. Instead of her perky, happy-go-lucky attitude Angel had to deal with Harmony's lashing out. He never realized how much she was in his daily life, probably more than anyone else in his long dark life. Today, however, he found out just how much she was in and out of his office. The sun was entering twilight, finally, when he had enough of Harmony's silent temper tantrums. She'd slam files down, she'd slop half of his blood out (if, not being a unceremoniously late- significantly late, practically starving him to death), and would interrupt his *do not disturb* meetings every time he got a call-which was literally every 20 seconds.
"Okay, Harmony. I'll hire me a new assistant. Eve will find me a temp while you become Tara's exclusive assistant. Effective Immediately." Angel finished and actually could not help himself, he felt a rare smile actually spread across his entire face. It was the sight of the young female vamps excitement that got the better of him. As she walked out, literally skipping. He breathed a deep breath of relieve. "At least one of us will get to be happy. Oh, who am I kidding. I can't deny some happiness, true happiness. Just because I can't have it doesn't mean Harmony shouldn't have some of her own. Hell, even Spike-oh whoops, William, now-should be able to be happy, too. Even if it means Buffy chooses him in the end and it's him who will get to become human again. Another chance at Heaven. She did after all chose him as her champion." Going from smiling to his usual sulking, Angel just went back to work to distract himself.
Returning to the office just as the sun begun to hang lower in the sky (not quite sunset) lighting the sky and clouds (or was it smog) with a reddish- golden hue, she walked right by Harmony who was sitting up her new permanent office space, that was tucked right underneath a stairwell-with filling cabinets making up two sides with portioning walls making up the back side, leaving the front side entirely open for an easier view of her boss' office and for complimentary access to it. Tara just plopped the files down on the desk, leaving them for Harmony to file. She walked in to the bathroom and got into the shower to freshen up for the night. Getting out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body she made her way to her bed and flopped down atop of it, laying on her belly.
"Need a massage?" Harmony volunteered as she put her strong, yet, gentle vampire hands down upon Tara's shoulders and began to knead out the tension that had knotted the wiccan's shoulders and neck.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm!!!" Was the only vocal response Tara gave, but the feeling of the tension just melting from her with these expert and deceptively strong hands had the newest addition to Angel's team grinning from ear to ear with her eyes closed while she enjoyed the sensation. Her towel hadn't been secured when she flopped down on the bed, which made it easy for Harmony to slip out from underneath Tara's body, sliding it down to just barely cover the naked ass she so desired, Harmony began to run her hands down over Tara's back. The feel, the presence, the beauty of the naked body underneath her hands, and the smile that signified a state of relaxation that washed away all worries and troubles were arousing Harmony.
She must've been at it for a good 5 minutes before something new and even more intoxicating had hit her senses. Particularly her sense of smell that had Harmony totally at the point of no return. It was the scent of arousal emitting heavily off of Tara. Harmony knew that a year and a half (even if she was dead) without any kind of sexual contact (not even manual release) would over take the object of her desires, as soon as the wiccan relaxed (and perhaps, forgot) enough. And she was right. There were two undeniable aromas for vampires, the first being blood and the second was sexual arousal.
Feeling warm hands begin to stroke her nubile breast on the side, Tara rolled over. Indicating her willingness and readiness to explore the supernatural love making of her self-being a witch and a vampire lover.
TBC:
Harmony had taken on the responsibility of not only being Angel's assistant, but she self-assigned herself to Tara, also. Harmony had brought clients in, exchanged numerous files in and out with each other, and got Tara prepped for court all day long. She barely had time for her own lunch, but then again a pint or 2 of blood is easier to come by then a large chef salad, a banana, and a glass of water-which was what Tara had for lunch.
Tara had been given the Metallic Blue Vantage 1965 Ford Mustang from Angel, as her car to get around in. Eve had told her where at the courthouse's parking garage would be accessible for her and any vampire assistances she had with her at the time. However, there was a reserved parking spot underground solely for the Wolfram and Hart clients, lawyers, and personnel. Even though, she wasn't a vampire herself and able to go out into the sunlight. Tara wasn't feeling in a particularly good mood, diffintly not in the mood for a bright sun shinning it's cheer down on the world. So she opted for parking in reserved parking.
Harmony had to stay behind, being Angel's assistant, too. When she saw Tara leave for the afternoon and part of the early evening. Harmony wasn't in the best of moods, neither. Instead of her perky, happy-go-lucky attitude Angel had to deal with Harmony's lashing out. He never realized how much she was in his daily life, probably more than anyone else in his long dark life. Today, however, he found out just how much she was in and out of his office. The sun was entering twilight, finally, when he had enough of Harmony's silent temper tantrums. She'd slam files down, she'd slop half of his blood out (if, not being a unceremoniously late- significantly late, practically starving him to death), and would interrupt his *do not disturb* meetings every time he got a call-which was literally every 20 seconds.
"Okay, Harmony. I'll hire me a new assistant. Eve will find me a temp while you become Tara's exclusive assistant. Effective Immediately." Angel finished and actually could not help himself, he felt a rare smile actually spread across his entire face. It was the sight of the young female vamps excitement that got the better of him. As she walked out, literally skipping. He breathed a deep breath of relieve. "At least one of us will get to be happy. Oh, who am I kidding. I can't deny some happiness, true happiness. Just because I can't have it doesn't mean Harmony shouldn't have some of her own. Hell, even Spike-oh whoops, William, now-should be able to be happy, too. Even if it means Buffy chooses him in the end and it's him who will get to become human again. Another chance at Heaven. She did after all chose him as her champion." Going from smiling to his usual sulking, Angel just went back to work to distract himself.
Returning to the office just as the sun begun to hang lower in the sky (not quite sunset) lighting the sky and clouds (or was it smog) with a reddish- golden hue, she walked right by Harmony who was sitting up her new permanent office space, that was tucked right underneath a stairwell-with filling cabinets making up two sides with portioning walls making up the back side, leaving the front side entirely open for an easier view of her boss' office and for complimentary access to it. Tara just plopped the files down on the desk, leaving them for Harmony to file. She walked in to the bathroom and got into the shower to freshen up for the night. Getting out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body she made her way to her bed and flopped down atop of it, laying on her belly.
"Need a massage?" Harmony volunteered as she put her strong, yet, gentle vampire hands down upon Tara's shoulders and began to knead out the tension that had knotted the wiccan's shoulders and neck.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm!!!" Was the only vocal response Tara gave, but the feeling of the tension just melting from her with these expert and deceptively strong hands had the newest addition to Angel's team grinning from ear to ear with her eyes closed while she enjoyed the sensation. Her towel hadn't been secured when she flopped down on the bed, which made it easy for Harmony to slip out from underneath Tara's body, sliding it down to just barely cover the naked ass she so desired, Harmony began to run her hands down over Tara's back. The feel, the presence, the beauty of the naked body underneath her hands, and the smile that signified a state of relaxation that washed away all worries and troubles were arousing Harmony.
She must've been at it for a good 5 minutes before something new and even more intoxicating had hit her senses. Particularly her sense of smell that had Harmony totally at the point of no return. It was the scent of arousal emitting heavily off of Tara. Harmony knew that a year and a half (even if she was dead) without any kind of sexual contact (not even manual release) would over take the object of her desires, as soon as the wiccan relaxed (and perhaps, forgot) enough. And she was right. There were two undeniable aromas for vampires, the first being blood and the second was sexual arousal.
Feeling warm hands begin to stroke her nubile breast on the side, Tara rolled over. Indicating her willingness and readiness to explore the supernatural love making of her self-being a witch and a vampire lover.
TBC: