A Step Out Of Time

“Are you sure this is the way? It looks like we are back where we started,” said Fred.

“Well it’s a way, just not sure if it’s the one we want,” Angel replied.

Fred stopped in her tracks, putting a hand to her mouth, Angel turned to look at her.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Oh, dear,”

“What?” he asked a little impatiently.

“Um…er…back in that room I said something important, do you remember what it was?” she asked.

Angel looked uncomfortable.

"Um… you…you're only alive when I-I'm..."

He heaved a sigh of relief as Fred cut him off.

“Not that, “ she replied hastily, not wanting to hear her impassioned words on his lips.

"No. Of course. I-I was just... Oh. Hey! I said you were afraid,” said Angel, feeling just a little bit on the wrong side of foolish.

“And I replied, “What if he finds us?”

“She had a secret lover,” Angel stated.

So did I, almost! Talk about girl interrupted thought Fred mournfully as she looked at Angel.

"They were afraid of someone. And I’m sure that that someone is the reason why we're trapped in here! We left too soon."

Angel looked at her startled by her words.

"We... who? The room?"

"I’m sure what happened in that room was a clue! Those spirits or - or energy or - or whatever are still in there. If we go back in, then maybe we can figure out a way out of here,” suggested Fred.

“Do you think that’s wise, I mean things got…er…pretty heated in there before…” he trailed off.

“Well we can always stay here on the road to nowhere for all eternity,” said Fred as she walked away.

Angel walked along side her.

“Maybe there’s another room we could try?”

“Look Angel all we have to do is play the part and get out. As long as we don’t get all horizontal with each other I can’t see the problem,” said Fred.

“What if we had done talking in that scene? What if they/us were going for the Grande finale?” I've been possessed by the spirits of old lovers before. Never goes well."

Fred held up the cross she had found in the ballerina’s room.

“I have this if things gets out of control, after all it’s not really us,” reasoned Fred.

She was starting to wonder just how much of this was a need to get out of here, and how much of it was a need to feel Angel’s hands and lips on her body again.

"It is us -Fred. It's you and I. - My kissing you, touching you, it's... - It's not something I can just...forget,"

“Fine,” she sighed, “You sure are good for a poor girls ego,” said Fred, misinterpreting his meaning.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

They both stood expectantly in the middle of the ballerina’s dressing room, standing a few feet apart from each other.

“Anything coming,” asked Angel innocently.

Their eyes met at his ill chosen words, Fred was the first one to look away.

“Um…er,” was all Fred could utter as words failed her.

She began pacing the nervously. She stopped and turned back to Angel.

“Okay, let’s try taking it from where we left off,” she looked up at Angel “I want you to undress…me,”

"You want me to have sex now with you here."

"Yes, but I'm scared."

"But you're afraid."

Boy was that an understatement thought Fred to herself.

"What if we…he… finds us?" she asked.

Angel awkwardly grabbed a hold of Fred’s shoulders and pulled her to him.

"Well, I'm not afraid of anything," said Angel unflinchingly.

“I’m only alive when you’re inside me,” was it just her or did the atmosphere of the room seem to be changing again.

She closed her eyes in anticipation as Angel leaned in to kiss her. It was disappointingly brief leaving her with a distinct feeling of
being unfulfilled.

"Maybe it only works the one time. You know, when the energy..."

Fred cut him off with her lips as she took him in a passionate kiss; the cross that she had been holding slipped unheeded from her fingers and fell onto the rug.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Angel picked Fred up off her feet and carried her over to the sofa in the ballerina’s dressing room. He gently laid her on it, covering her neck with kisses as he did so.

“This is wrong,” Fred sighed.

She wanted to bite off her tongue even if they were just words from the past. It couldn’t be wrong; she had felt nothing but the rightness of being in Angel’s arms ever since this farce had started.

“Hush,” he soothed as his teeth nibbled at her neck.

His hands worked the zipper of her dress, sliding the material over one shoulder to kiss her bare flesh and trace patterns over her skin with his tongue.

"You don't know him. - He has power."

Angel pulled down the front of Fred’s dress further, exposing her small but firmly rounded breasts to his gaze. His cock strained against his pants at the sight of her. Demanding release from its confines, he tried to swallow down some of his rising need.
He bent his head and blew his cool breath over the rose tipped nipples making them pucker and grow hard. Fred groaned at the sensation.

“The power to do this?” Angel challenged.

Fred struggled for breath as his lips connected with her breast and suckled at it gently.

“What kill us?” he asked.

Fred’s brains fogged as his mouth paid worship to her other breast. Trying to articulate the words that she was impelled to speak.
"Worse." She groaned.

Angel placed kisses down between her breasts and peeled away more dress as he went, until he reached the edge of her panties. He looked into her face as a finger slipped beneath the lacy material. She arched back on the sofa as he found her centre.

“So wet, so ready for me…” he shook his head slightly. “ Kurskov owns the company. He doesn't own you." He continued as he got back on track.

He withdrew his finger and tasted her on his tongue. He pulled at the edge of her panties down undoing his belt; he freed his aching shaft from his pants. It sprung upwards and rested against the snowy material of his shirt.

Her eyes widened at the size and thickness of him, detachedly studying the faint blue veins, which ran up and down its surface. The large head was already glistening with a snowy drop of pre cum.

She lost sight of his beautiful manhood as he lowered his head trailing kisses down her stomach, parting her legs as he went. Fred gasped in slight shock as she felt his tongue on her. Her nails dug into the cushions of the sofa as he explored her with his tongue. Fred felt her release building in her, crying out as Angel found her clit with his teeth.

“That’s baby come for me,” growled Angel.

He stopped abruptly those words had come from his own mouth of his own free will. His head shot up, and he got to his feet, a slightly dazed expression on his face. He had little time to think as it seemed that the spirits or what ever it was controlling this room, had not finished with either of them.

She wanted to taste him as he had done so to her. She got up off the sofa, shedding the rest of her clothing as she went.

"He doesn't know that. He thinks I'm his,” Fred continued, wishing she could just stop the automatic flow of words from her mouth. He is nothing but a deluded fan. He thinks I love him."

Fred was eager to feast her eyes on his naked form, feeling at a slight disadvantage at her own naked state. She slipped the jacket from his shoulders. Angel kicked off his shoes and left his pants in a puddle on the floor. All that remained was his shirt. Fred was busy making fast work of it as it joined the rest of his clothes. She kissed him as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his body to hers.

They broke apart as Fred’s hand encircled his sex, she squeezed gently as her hand moved a few times.

"Come away with me. Now. Tonight. We'll disappear. Even he won't find us." Angel managed to gasp out.

He looked down as Fred knelt on the carpet. He sucked in an unnecessary breath as he felt her lips encircle the head of his cock. Her tongue eagerly lapping at the slit, tasting his want on her lips, before raising her face to look into his eyes.

“I... - Stephan, everything I worked for is here." She breathed.

Angel reached behind him for a chair, needing the support as she took him in her mouth once more.

“You can still dance,” he groaned.

They were dancing, and if he didn’t stop this soon the dance would be over long before it had really started. He touched Fred’s bowed head and she released him from her mouth. She had felt the tightening of his of his sac, realising that he needed to take things slower. She wanted it all, all of him. Fred got up from the floor and they walked back over to the sofa together.
As she lay back down, with what free will was left, she knew that they had reached that point of no return. That whatever happened after this moment they would be lovers in the truest sense of the word.

"Can I? I don't...Not yet. Maybe when we're…” she groaned as Angel looked in to her eyes before covering her body with his own.

"Don't. Don't make promises." He sighed against her ear

"Help me. - Help me be not afraid." Fred wondered how much of it was she who spoke those pleading words.

“Do it, put me inside you…make us both feel alive,” he whispered.

Fred’s eyes widened at his request, helpless to do anything, but obey… he hand slid down between their bodies, as she parted her legs for him and positioned him at her entrance. She closed her eyes as the head of his cock nudged at her.

“No open your eyes, I want to look into them as I make you mine,” he growled.

As the head of his shaft penetrated her, she groaned wanting more, her hands slipped round to grab his behind and she pushed him forward. Impaling herself on him. Neither of them moved for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes.

Angel was the first to move as he thrust upwards, causing her neck to arch with the pleasure and the slight pain that the invasion of his body caused her. It had been so long for her, and she was so tight. When she had first seen Angel’s exposed sex, she had been afraid that she would never be able to accommodate him.

His pace increased, it seemed that there were no more words for them to speak, as she watched his face. They were both still caught in the past as well as the present. She met his thrusts, parting her legs further allowing him to sink deeper into body.

“Oh, I’m…uh…”

“What is it you want?” he groaned against her mouth.

Fred could feel the ache building within her,

“I want to…” she could.

Angel put a hand between their bodies, finding her clit as he increased the sensual torture on her body. He could tell it wouldn’t be long for her. He had already felt the slight trembling of the inner walls of her vagina as they squeezed his cock. He was pounding into her as he worked towards their mutual release.

“Oh God, Fred I…” Angel cried out, as he came inside her, filling her with his cool seed.

“Angel,” she groaned as she came with him, milking him dry as her body took all of him.

They rocked together as they both rode the final waves of pleasure.
Fred looked at him in horror, trying to push him off her. Angel was still trying to form a lucid thought as he rolled off her and she scrabbled from the sofa.

She got down on her hands and knees searching furiously for the crucifix that she had earlier dropped. Her hand closed over the necklace as she sprang from the floor holding it in front of her.

“Fred, what are you doing? Oh God what have we been doing,” he asked as he looked at her own nakedness and his own.

“We…er… we just made love. Is it Angel still in there? Oh God don’t tell me I have turned you into Angelus,” she pleaded.

Conscious of her own nakedness, she struggled back into her dress.

Angel got up from the sofa to reach for his clothes. Fred thrust the crucifix in his face again.

“Fred, if I was Angelus, I would have already ripped out your throat and drained you dry,” he reasoned as he shrugged back into his clothes.

He sat back down on the sofa; he could see the conflicting emotions on her face. She threw the necklace at the dressing table mirror and sank to her knees sobbing.
She felt his cool hands on her shoulders as he pulled her up from the floor and took her in his arms.

“Guess the crucifix didn’t work as a talisman so well after all. I’m sorry for what I did to you, for what happened,” he mused, as she sobbed into his jacket.

She looked up at him.

“I’m not, it’s just that when it was all over I was terrified I had turned you back to your former self,”

“No it’s still all of me in here. I can only assume that I didn’t lose my soul because what we acted out was someone else’s reality from the past,”

“But it felt so real, Angel you must know that I lo…”

Angel cut her off, not wanting her to be hurt further by the hopelessness of the situation. He knew that he had feelings for her, but time had only proved to him that any relationship would end badly for him because of his curse. For what ever reason they had been granted this moment, this step out of time

“Fred…I can’t do this. I care for you more than you realise, it’s just…”

“Don’t say any more Angel I understand,”

He kissed her tearstained cheeks. Suddenly Angel was ripped from her arms by a strange demon of some kind with a white painted face, he threw Angel across the floor, advancing on Fred.

Angel quickly recovered from his assault and knocked the minion to the floor. Another came from behind Angel quickly dispatched him too.

“We have to get out of here,” he said.

He took Fred’s hand and led her towards the door.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?” he asked.

“The most beautiful night of my life,”

Angel smiled at her and caressed her cheek. His hand quickly dropping to his side as the door opened and Gunn, Cordy and Wesley almost fell through it.

“We seem to have a little situation out there,” said Wesley as he and Gunn barred the door.

Fred looked at the others and smiled sadly. The words to the song “Smile while your heart is aching, smile even though it’s breaking” sprang to her mind. She took one more look at Angel before turning to face her friends.

“Guys, Angel and I may have found out what’s causing all this,” she addressed them.

THE END