Angel's POV

With all control gone, I thrust into Willow to the hilt. She let out a pained yelp/scream and I stilled. Oh God, did I hurt her? I smelled blood.

"I thought you had done this."

She nodded, swallowing thickly. "I have."she panted out. "But...he wasn't this big. Or rough."

My dead heart clenched. "Willow...I am so sorry. I-"

"I'm fine." she cut me off. Wiggling beneath me a little, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay."

I nodded, slowly moving out of her and then pushing back in against her. She was so hot, wet, and soft. And strangling my dick in her tight hold. "Are you okay?" I asked, noticing the wince she gave.

She opened her eyes, those shining eyes staring up at me. "Faster." she gasped. I complied to the best of my abilities, fighting against the resistance of her tight channel.

Willow's POV

I felt a sharp stinging at first but it seemed to dull into the background quickly at the pleasure I started to feel. When he started to go faster at my direction, I could see the relief on his previously strained face.

A long moan came out of my mouth and my legs wrapped around his waist, digging into his ass. My arms wrapped under his and came to dig into his shoulder blades as I arched into him. "God!" I gasped. "Angel..."

He leaned down to me, licking the tears from my face in the most strangely erotic thing I'd ever seen. His mouth moved to mine and I swallowed his grunts as he swallowed my moans. It wasn't long before the pain was long forgotten. I knew it would be back later, but I didn't care.

I ripped my mouth away, panting for breath. "Harder, Angel. Don't hold back."

And he obliged, meeting my eyes as he pounded into me. My right hand moved from his back to his face, my thumb tracing his cheekbone. He was so fucking beautiful. When my hand moved back to its original positon on his back, he dipped his head to kiss along my neck. "God, Willow..."

"...Angel...so close...oh, soooo close...please..." I could barely speak. My mind was muddled, only registering the pleasure. The complete burning ecstasy ripping through my body and racing across my skin. I felt like I could cry. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Angel!"

Fangs pierced the side of my throat, the sharp and unexpected pain sending me over the edge. I screamed, my muscles spasming and Angel let go to roar. Instinctively, I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the sobs that were threatening to overwhelm me. God, it was just too much. Too much and not enough and I wanted it to go on forever.

I released Angel's shoulder from my teeth and settled onto the ground, panting hard as Angel's thrusts slowed and stopped before he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back by my side.

After a few moments of catching my breath and coming down from the high of our coupling, Angel spoke. "I didn't mean to bite you. I just...I wasn't really thinking."

"Yeah, me either." I grinned.

He let out an unneccesary breath of relief and smiled. I wasn't used to that, but it was nice. "You really surprised me with that bite." he commented, fingering the healing wound on his shoulder. I grunted in acknowledgement as I sat up, trying to fight my fatigue.

"That was really intense." I told him instead, floating my backpack toward me.

"Yeah." he agreed. I looked back at him to see him with his sweats pulled back up and his eyes closed. He was still smiling slightly.

I shook my head in amusement and hurriedly dug up my school clothes from my backpack. I pulled the remains of my shorts off and put on my jeans, a little uncomfortable wearing them without underwear. I pulled out my long sleeve shirt and put my sweater on to hide my bra-less chest. After finding the scraps of material that used to be my underclothes, stuffed all the ruined clothes into my backpack.

I stood up, hissing at the already sore feeling returning between my legs and went to the bathroom to clean up.

Angel's POV

"Are you alright?" I asked when she came back from fixing her hair and washing up. She nodded silently and I sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"And thanks." I told her sincerely. "For not making a big deal about this." I waved toward the floor.

She looked stricken for a second, then realization dawned and she hurriedly hid the hurt. Nodding again, she swallowed hard, and forced a smile. I was surprised at how realistic it looked. I would have believed it if I hadn't witnessed the play of emotion beforehand. But what was the problem? I know she would never expect me to tell Buffy about this or leave Buffy for her. She wasn't that type of person. "You're welcome but I should go." she spoke finally.

I glanced up quickly, shaken from my thoughts. "Oh. But...patrol. Buffy will be here in an hour or so to get us."

She shook her head. "I can't go tonight or she'll see the bite. And I have some homework. So...tomorrow. See ya then." She started to the door.

"Well, wait. I'll walk y-"

"NO!" she yelled. At my stricken face, she tried to compose herself. "I drove today...my parents...they, uh, left the car. Like always. But I drove today because my ankle was still hurting a little this morning from that vamp fight last night. But I have the car...so I'm fine." And she hurried away.

I followed her to the door and watched her jump into some sort of Explorer or SUV before speeding away. What the hell was that about? Well, she probably feels guilty about what happened. Because Buffy. The hurt must have been her realizing exactly how much it would hurt her best friend. I mean, Willow is worse than me with guilt when it means blaming herself.