Angel's POV

Not long after the apology, Willow and I resumed our old training. Nowadays, Buffy usually joined us when she didn't have to train with Giles. I was happy about that since being alone with Willow didn't seem like such a good idea.

I felt something for her.

Something that should be wrong, but felt so right. Something intense and scary. Something I shoved down and never expressed. Never would express.

I loved Buffy. I did. She had this aura of carefree, naive, carelessness. And she was beautiful, with her soft blue eyes and shiny golden-blonde hair that made me wish to see it in the sun. Her body was firm and tight with tanned skin and a dazzling smile. She represented what I wanted. What I could never have completely.

And then there was Willow. Her complete opposite. Willow had this feeling of warmth even with the sadness that seemed to follow her. And despite that, she was one of the easiest to please people I'd ever met. And always cheery to others. It was really her disposition, but I was beginning to think that she used it as a mask. Mask the pain, mask the hurt, you're happy. Everyone's just so damn happy!

And unlike Buffy's 'California Girl' look, Willow was like night. No. She was both. She was night and day. Contradictive and infuriating and intoxicating. She wasn't exactly gorgeous, but she had a shy beauty if you looked close enough. Her emerald green eyes twinkled with emotion that she always wanted to hide and her blood red hair appealed to Angelus (for the irony in the color)and Angel both, making the souled vampire feel warm just looking at it. Her body was as small as Buffy's, but seemed more dainty. She was soft and pliant where Buffy was hard and firm. Her skin almost glowed, creamy flesh with an almost constant blush in her cheeks. Everthing I didn't deserve.

I growled at my own thoughts.

Why was I harping on them? On her?

Oh yeah, because Buffy was gone today. Mother-daughter bonding day. And Willow was wearing those spandex work-out clothes that showed every soft curve in her newly soft-toned body. I was glad she wasn't getting too muscular.

We'd moved on from simple moves recently and Buffy and I had been teaching her martial arts for the last two months. She, like always, was eager to learn, and caught on fast. If she had the strength, I'm sure she could take Buffy. She was good at switching up and keeping me on my toes. And very good and guessing others' moves before or as they were making them. She would have time to block or use it against me most of the time.

A leg came up, intending a kick to the stomach. The kid gloves had been off for weeks now. But Willow saw it coming and grabbed my calf with both hands. She used my momentum and the unbalance I got when my foot didn't connect with anything, and with all her strength, she yanked it up.

My second leg went out from under me and I was suspended in the air for a moment before she dropped me, gasping, and I hit head first before toppling on my side.

Holy shit.

I rolled onto my back and looked up at the pretty redhead worrying over me. "Angel! I'm so sorry. I...don't know...what happened..." she was gasping between words, trying to catch her breath. But we both had a pretty good idea of what had happened.

The magic she'd unconsciously used seemed to thicken the air around us, pressing against us. If I could breath, I'd be panting. Well, I was anyway, but more so if I had to. If my heart could beat, it would be racing like Willow's was.

The air was charged and I vaguely wondered if it was because of our attraction or if the magic itself was sexual.

Well, that didn't really make sense since she'd used it to life me in the air, one-handed.

But I couldn't really think of all that right now. I could only stare up at Willow, her breath coming in gasps and her sudden arousal adding to the smell of mine. My dick was straining against my sweatpants and seeing it was probably what brought hers out since I wasn't even trying to hide it. I don't know why I wasn't.

She was staring into my eyes now, apprehensively and with not a small amount of desire. "Angel...what... what was that?"

"I don't know." I said quickly, grabbing her dangling arm and pulling her down to the floor with me. She gasped in surprise but gave in immediately, ready when I dipped my head to kiss her.

I tried to control myself, kiss her gently like the very first time, but just like the first time, it snowballed. It wasn't brutal like that time had become, but it was passionate and heated and intense and I needed more.

It was different than all the other times. It would have been like when I was Angelus, except she wasn't just participating, she was fighting me for dominance.

She pulled, back gasping for breath, and I thought I was going to die if she told me we needed to stop. I switched my mouth to her neck, desperate to keep her from overthinking this. Just feel, I pleaded to her in my mind. But her mindframe must have been as needy as mine because she didn't even hesitate. Tilting her head to give me better access, her hands clutched my shoulders tightly as she switched from laying across my lap to straddling it. Her heat was burning through her spandex, right into me, sending me into a frenzy.

I claimed her mouth again, pushing up and forward to lay her on the ground before me. Her hands were on my shirt, so I matched her, ripping hers down the center and then ripping her bra off. Part of me knew I should calm down, slow down. I didn't want to scare her. But the other part just couldn't.

But it didn't matter because the rougher I was, the wetter she got. I didn't pause to admire her perfect breasts, I just wanted to feel them. Feel her skin against mine. Clothes were bad. And I didn't want to stop kissing her anyway.

She was wriggling beneath me, her pebbled nipples rubbing against my chest as she fought to devest herself of her shorts and panties. It wasn't working well since I was refusing to give her room to do it. I pulled back to let her breath again. Again going to her neck and nibbling along her jaw to her collarbone while my hands snaked between us, gripping the fabric and pulling it apart along the seam. Her underwear were then ripped away and she panted heavily, gripping my hair tightly.

I was aware, in my memories, that she'd only been with the wolf before. Her and Xander's fluke hadn't went that far I was aware that she was single but had been trying to win her wolf back. I was aware, but I didn't give a fuck.

"Angel..." she pleaded, wiggling under me a little and pressing herself to me harder. With a growl, I finished undressing us by pulling my sweatpants down my legs just enough to get access to her. Her little whimper at feeling me guide myself to her core obliterated any control I had.