Desire on the Air

Title: Desire on the Air
Author: Emmy (emmy7792@aol.com or emeraldswan@gmail.com)
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating: Adults Only for strong sexual content
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon et. al. owns everything 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and 'Angel' related. I am just borrowing them. I seek no profit from this story and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: After working the spell that finally secures Angel's soul, Willow and Angel must settle a debt with a goddess.
Distribution: Emerald Illusions, NHA, WLS/Bewitching Angel, Soulmates, and any other site/list/community I post it to. All others please ask.
Feedback would be really lovely.

Thanks to Gabrielle and Elisabeth for betaing this for me. Much love to both of you.

Notes: This is a PWP one shot. No chance for a sequel.

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It had taken a month to prepare for the spell. Willow had spent the majority of that time meditating to keep herself centered and focused. She had also spent a good bit of time trying to communicate with her goddess; she'd thought endlessly about what she wished to accomplish with the spell, hoping for no misunderstandings between her and the goddess who would fully empower her request. Of course, all of this preparation came after Willow managed to convince everyone that trying the spell was a good idea, that it would work. She could anchor Angel's soul. She did not doubt her ability in the slightest and, after a few weeks of careful persuasion, the witch managed to convince everyone else of that as well.

She had been working on it for years, tweaking the spell. She never told anyone though, because she did not want to get everyone's hopes up until she knew she'd found a way. In the end, she had simply reworded a few lines within the original curse and added a few more layers to the inner workings of it to make it stronger. Willow worked on the final draft of the spell alone for months before asking her friends at the coven to look it over. She had been confident in the spell before then, but after every single coven member had agreed that it was a powerful spell that would do what she wanted it to, Willow had been overjoyed.

It was on the coven's advice that Willow also decided to involve her goddess directly. Involving her would not only add more power, it added extra credibility, too. Giles had put it best, saying, If the goddess adds her power, her blessing, then we can be absolutely positive the spell worked.

And now, barely three minutes after the final words of the spell had been spoken, Willow was more certain than ever that Giles and the members of the coven had been right: The goddess' blessing, her power, had ensured that the spell worked. Willow knew this because of the way the goddess' power was now crashing down upon them in waves.

Willow crawled over to where Angel lay, and rested her head on his shoulder. "You okay?"

Angel's arm wrapped around her slowly. "Yeah. You?"

"I'm good. Did your eyes do that glow-y thing before when you were . . . um, ensouled?"

"So I'm told," Angel said.

They both gasped as the goddess reminded them of her presence. Her power brushed across their skin, and they both sat up instantly. "What was that?"
Angel asked. "That wasn't just the . . . that wasn't from the spell."

"My goddess."

Realization dawned in his eyes. "The exchange. She wasn't happy with the blood we gave."

Willow shook her head. "It wasn't enough."

They had known going in that Willow's goddess would require something of them before she would give her blessing. In the end, Willow had equated it to an exchange of some sort. Her goddess would help anchor Angel's soul in exchange for something -- a gift -- in return. Everyone involved had agreed that the gift should most likely be blood, from both of them, and neither had a problem shedding a little bit for such a worthy cause. They could easily give up some of their blood in order to feed the goddess' energies if it meant Angel's soul would be permanent, and had done so before the spell began.

However, it seemed the goddess had not wanted blood; the offering remained untouched in a chalice on the altar Willow set up. The goddess wanted to feed off of pure energy, Willow now understood. Tantric energy, she was sure of it. As soon as the spell had taken effect, as soon as Angel's soul was secure, she had been overcome with the need to touch him. And considering the way Angel was acting, he felt the same way. They needed skin-to-skin contact, that much was apparent.

It started out with soft caresses, tentative hands reaching out to cup a face or to linger over the inside of an elbow. Willow could feel the magickal energy crackling over their skin, and she gasped as Angel's fingers slipped just below the neck of her shirt so they could brush against her collarbone.

"What's happening to us?" he managed to ask.

"The goddess is feeding."

"On us?"

"On our touch."

She ran a finger down his arm, causing Angel to shiver slightly. "So we have to keep touching until she's done?" he asked.

Willow licked her lips. "Her need will grow. She . . . um, occasionally feeds on sexual energy."

Angel moaned softly as Willow trailed a hand down the line of buttons on his shirt. "You knew this was a possibility?"

She blushed brightly. "It happened to me and Tara once. Just once. And I didn't think the goddess would . . . I mean, you and I . . . we're not, you know, together. At all. I had no idea this would happen. Really."

The energy around them continued to grow, making the air in the room feel heavy. Angel closed his eyes. "Not your fault. Even Giles thought blood would be enough."

The room began to spin slightly, and Willow knew the goddess wanted more. Her body was reacting to the magick around them, her arousal growing with every passing second. Every gasp, every little moan, every touch added to the feelings building inside of her, and Willow knew resisting would be pointless. "Can't fight this," she said. "Need to--"

Her words were cut off as Angel kissed her suddenly. Hard. His lips moved roughly over hers, and Willow moaned loudly as she wrapped her arms around him. More. The goddess needed more. They needed more. She needed more. Eagerly responding, Willow deepened the kiss and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Angel pulled her closer, welcoming the change of pace.

Their tongues danced as Willow pressed herself as close to him as possible. The vampire lifted her easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he settled her on his lap. She could already feel his erection pressing into her through their clothes, and could not stop herself from grinding against him.

"Willow," Angel gasped suddenly, breaking the kiss. "If you keep that up, this will go much farther than just kissing."

The energy that filled the room seemed to swell as he said that, and Willow closed her eyes and bit her lip as the air itself seemed to caress her skin. "I think that's the point," she murmured.

Angel kissed the side of her neck then, his tongue darting out to taste her. "I'm beginning to get that. I can't seem to stop touching you."

"So don't . . ." Willow said, before kissing him again.

He welcomed her kiss and tightened his arms around her, grinding his cock against her. Both of them groaned, and the kiss deepened once more. Willow did not know how long they stayed like that, kissing so passionately, but she was well aware of the very moment Angel started lowering them to the floor. While she couldn't seem to make herself care for the most part, there was a little voice in the back of her mind reminding her that not only was she about to have sex with Angel, but she'd also not had sex with a man for a very long time. She knew they wouldn't be able to stop, her goddess would demand . . . satisfaction, but she did hope that, if they went along willingly, it would be pleasurable for both of them.

Breaking their kiss, Willow looked up at him with wide eyes. "Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't . . . um, don't hurt me, okay?"

He blinked. "Willow, I would never--"

She silenced him by placing a finger over his lips. "I know. It's just, Angel, I've been a lesbian since I was 19, and I've only ever been with one man. I'm practically a virgin here."

Understanding dawned in his eyes. "I'll be gentle, Willow. I promise. But . . ."

"But?" she prompted.

"Is it safe? For us to do this? My soul?"

A surge of happiness soared through Willow, surprising her. Angel thought enough of her to think that she would give him that moment of perfect happiness, and that made her feel a lot better about their entire situation. It made her believe that he was at least a little bit attracted to her, and that he didn't view this as punishment or something. She nodded slowly. "Your soul is secure, Angel. I'm sure of it."

He smiled brightly and hugged her tight. Willow smiled and wrapped her arms around him. The goddess that had made it all possible chose that moment to remind them that she had not yet been paid. A rush of magickal energy swirled around them, making it feel like there was literally sex on the air, and they both moaned. Pulling back slightly, Angel held her gaze and pushed her gently to lie on her back. He moved over her and kissed her tenderly. "Willow . . ."

She smiled up at him and reached out, quickly unbuttoning his shirt to expose his chest. She ran a finger over his skin and felt his muscles twitch under her attention. She circled one of his nipples and he groaned, leaning down to kiss her deeply. They were lost in feeling, in touch, in each other. Willow shivered as Angel pulled her shirt over her head and pressed their bodies together. His hands trailed over her skin and she leaned up just long enough for him to remove her bra. She watched his face as he gazed at her, and smiled when he slowly reached out and cupped one of her breasts. "You're beautiful, Willow. So beautiful."

She felt a blush spread across her cheeks and giggled, causing Angel to grin. They kissed again, easily beginning to explore each other. They touched, kissed, and tasted to the point that they were both left almost trembling with need. The energy in the room continued to grow, continued to encourage their actions, and Willow needed more. "Angel . . ."

He nodded and moved his hand to his belt. Willow quickly removed her jeans as Angel slipped out of his pants. Her eyes widened as she realized he hadn't been wearing underwear and was now left completely exposed to her. "Oh my god."

Angel was huge. That was the only word for him, and Willow was suddenly even more nervous than before. She met Angel's slightly amused eyes and tried not to look scared. He flashed her a grin and pulled her to him to kiss her softly. "I'll be gentle, Willow. Remember? I promised."

Nodding, she leaned in and kissed his neck softly. "I trust you, Angel."

He lifted her chin and kissed her again, and Willow suddenly realized that he was trying to relax her with his tenderness. He was trying to kiss the tension out of her. His hands roamed over her back, and she moaned softly. She tensed again when she felt his fingers slip past the waistband of her panties, but he deepened their kiss just as another wave of energy flowed into the room. Between his kisses and her goddess' encouragement, Willow relaxed and allowed herself to get lost in his touch once more. His hands never lingered in one place for very long, and soon she once again had one thing on her mind. "More, Angel. I need more."

"You or your goddess?"

"I-I," she hesitated.

There was doubt in Angel's voice, and Willow understood exactly why it was there. She felt it, too. Gazing into his eyes, she said, "You and I never would have gotten . . . here if it wasn't for the goddess, Angel. We both know that's true. But, no matter how we got to this point, the fact remains that I want you."

"Are you sure?"

Nodding, Willow said, "Yes. Angel. It's just that. . .you've always been forbidden, you know? You're . . . you belong . . . um--"

"I'm Buffy's," he supplied.

"Yeah."

"So are you, Willow. You're Buffy's best friend. I've never allowed myself to think--"

"I know," she said softly. "I know."

Willow gasped as the magick in the room brushed over her once more. Angel leaned in and kissed her, reestablishing the connection the goddess craved. His tongue teased her lips briefly before he pulled back once more. "I can resist forever if you don't want to do this."

His words were whispered, but Willow heard him. She cupped his face in her hands and held his eyes. "I may not have let myself think of you in sexual terms very often because you've always been Buffy's, Angel, but I have thought about it. Believe me, this is not . . . punishment or anything."

He smiled softly. "I don't think so, either, Willow. You are a beautiful woman, inside and out."

"So you want this? It's not just the goddess?"

He blinked. "I want you, that much is true, but. . ."

Willow could tell he was trying not to insult her by promising that a life of happiness would follow them out of the room. She kissed him quickly, and said, "Angel, whatever happens in this room does not leave here, okay? No one else is here, and they won't be until tomorrow."

"Spike will know," Angel said, reminding the witch that the younger vampire would be among the friends coming by the next day.

"We'll worry about that later. One of us will meet him outside and explain, keep him from saying anything. It'll be okay."

A wave of power crashed into them then, and Angel had to tighten his hold on Willow to keep them from falling over from the force of it. Willow's head began to ache slightly as the heavy magick throbbed through the room. "She's tired of waiting," Angel whispered, and the witch could not argue with that.

"Yeah," Willow agreed, her need growing once more. "God, Angel . . . kiss me."

The vampire complied, pulling her closer. Willow let herself give in then, telling herself that she and Angel could talk each other blue in the face about consequences and feelings later. Right now, they had a goddess to attend to. Angel's body relaxed as Willow trailed her hands over his back, and she wondered silently if he'd come to the same sort of conclusion. The goddess must have noticed, too, because the power throbbing around them lessened a bit as soon as the two of them relaxed. The energy was still there, of course, but it was no longer painfully crashing against them.

Angel smiled at Willow as he broke the kiss, and she smiled back, encouraging him to continue. Her eyes drifted closed as he began to kiss his way down her body. His tongue slipped out and around the circle of her nipple, and Willow felt it harden in response. Her breathing quickened as one of his hands moved down her body to cup her through her panties. Angel groaned around her breast and instantly moved to kiss her. "So fucking wet," he said huskily. "Even after all that talking?"

Willow giggled a little bit. "Yeah, well . . . you're naked."

"What's your point?"

Her giggling increased ever so slightly, "Oh right. You haven't looked in a mirror lately, huh? Well, let me assure you, Angel, you are . . . hot."

He grinned then and flexed his fingers, stroking her through the material of her panties. Willow gasped. "Angel!"

"Like that?" he asked, repeating the movement. "Want more?"

She arched into his hand. "Yes. More. All of you. Please."

He grinned at her and slipped a finger inside her underwear and into her soaking slit. "All of me? You sure?"

"Uh huh," Willow managed as he brushed across her clit. "Please."

Angel ripped her panties off of her and plunged a finger inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure. His thumb moved over her clit as he slipped another finger into her pussy, and Willow began to tremble. The air around them became even heavier, and it seemed like the air had begun to move, as if a breeze was picking up. She thrust against Angel's hand, and gripped his shoulders tightly. Willow wanted to touch him, to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her, but the position they were in would not allow her access. She knew that, unless he shifted a little, penetration was the only thing left to do. "Angel. . ." she pleaded, still needing more.

"I don't want to hurt you, Willow."

"You won't," she said softly. "You won't."

He kissed her again as he lined his body up with hers, and then broke the kiss to look into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

Her answer was to wrap her legs around him. Angel did not take his eyes off of hers as he began to push his cock inside her tight opening. Willow forced herself to remember to breathe, to relax, and allowed her body to stretch as he entered her. "Ohhh," she moaned softly as he settled himself fully between her legs.

It did hurt somewhat, but not nearly as bad as it had when she lost her virginity. Not nearly as bad at all. He held himself still, waiting until she was ready to move again, and Willow was very grateful. The breeze that had began to pick up increased again, and the room crackled with even more magick. It danced along their skin, encouraging them, and heightening what they were feeling. Willow arched up, pressing herself more firmly against Angel, and he began to thrust in and out of her slowly. "So tight," he murmured. "So good, Willow. You feel so good."

She met each of his thrusts, and soon wanted -- needed -- more. "Harder, Angel. Please. Faster."

He grinned down at her and slammed into her, hard. Willow moaned his name, and scraped her fingernails down his back. Angel gave in fully then, and began thrusting harder and faster, until Willow gave a little cry every time he pushed back inside. She met every thrust, giving as good as she got, and soon they were both teetering on the edge of something . . . big.

The air within the room moved with greater speed now, growing into a strong wind. It whipped around them as they neared completion, encouraging their movements to become more passionate. Willow began to tremble as Angel slipped a hand between them to stroke her clit. She felt the magick start to swirl around them in a more frantic way, and knew everything was about to reach its peak.

As the feelings became more intense, she pulled Angel's face to hers and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. His thrusts became more urgent, and Willow knew the second his face shifted into that of his demon. He pulled out of the kiss and stared at her with amber eyes, and she moaned at the lust she saw shining back at her. Angel thrust into her again, his cock pounding into her as she pulled him down for yet another kiss. This time, she deliberately ran her tongue over one of his fangs, cutting herself. Angel twisted her clit as her blood poured into his mouth; they both came, falling over the edge together.

The magick that had been filling the room crackled then, sending shock waves through them both. Their pleasure mounted again, and Willow felt like she was soaring high above the world with Angel by her side. She came back to herself slowly, and found Angel staring at her with wide eyes. They were both shaking, completely spent, and Willow clung to him as he rolled over, pulling her to his chest. "Willow," he said softly. "Willow."

She kissed his chest and snuggled up a little closer. "You okay?"

"Couldn't possibly be better. Are you okay?"

She smiled as she felt a sort of peace surround her. The goddess was pleased with her. "Oh yeah. I'm just peachy."

Angel's arms tightened around her, and neither one of them moved. There would be time for that later. She did not know how either one of them would explain this, should their friends find out, but that didn't seem to matter, really. Willow did not mind not knowing what would happen in the future because, no matter what did happen when they left the happy bubble of the room, everything would be all right. She could feel it in her bones.

End Fic.