Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five

Shameless Smut

Written by Ms. Hyde

Part One

Being in the presence of the Furies was always an experience. Their power had a different effect on every person and being. They were very sexual beings, as Angel knew from personal experience. From time to time, he saw what effect they had on others.

The sisters were careful not to touch other beings, as their sexual power was then exhibited in the other person temporarily. Angel had seen this happen as well, but never benefited from such a transference. That was until Fred had accidently run bodily into the blond sister.

Fred had immediately felt a fever rush through her veins. She'd never felt so hot in all her life, and felt an incredible need to be touched. She had never felt the need and want for a man so much in all her life. She immediately went in search of the nearest male.

She headed up the stairs and down the hall. The Furies were forgotten in the lobby of the hotel. Fred caught Angel coming out of his room. He knew something was different about her from the moment he saw her. She carried herself with a lot more confidence and a lot more sexual awareness. There was a look of determination in her eyes that he'd never seen on her, and he'd noticed it from down the hall!

Fred swayed her hips as she walked right up to him. Her body was only centimeters from his. He could feel her heat, and was nearly knocked over by the smell of her arousal!

Angel was caught a little off guard, but managed to say hello.

Fred looked up into his eyes. "Angel." Her voice, to his ears, oozed sex. Not only had she said his name, but she said it almost as if he was pleasuring her. And for some unknown reason, he wanted to hear it again... and again.

Angel tried to put some distance between them, but found that he'd already closed his door. He couldn't tear his eyes from hers to even look for the doorknob. And it would feel silly to paw behind him mindlessly, so he stood there. "Is something happening?"

Fred reached up and caressed his cheek. She looked deep into his eyes, and said, "I need to feel you, Angel." Her hand started a downward path as she spoke. "I need you to feel me." Her hand ran down his chest over his belt buckle, to his jean clad manhood.

Shocked, he inhaled an unneeded breath. What had come over shy and meek Fred? She pressed her body to his as she caressed him over the denim. She had successfully trapped him against the door. Again, Angel found himself powerless to stop her fondling. He liked it! His body responded positively, even though his head was telling him that something was not right. This was not the Fred he knew, but he could definitely like this Fred too. Before long, his jeans felt a lot tighter than normal due to her ministrations.

"Make love to me, Angel."

As much as he tried to be sensible and noble, he couldn't stop himself from replying, "Yes."

He brought his lips down on hers in a brutal kiss, that she answered with just as much hunger. What was he doing? Did he have no self control? Instead of pulling away as he consciously knew he should, he deepened this kiss further. He slid his tongue between her lips into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue immediately slid along his. Did he just growl?

Fred wrapped her arms around his neck, to get deeper into the kiss. Instead of her hand caressing him, she replaced it with her belly. She rubbed against him provocatively, leaving no doubt in Angel's mind that she knew what she wanted. She thought she might spontaneously combust, she wanted to feel every part of him at once. She couldn't get close enough. The ache of need between her legs was simply unbearable, and she knew he could alleviate that need.

Fred managed to reach behind Angel to open the door. She pushed him inside the room and slammed the door with her foot. She pushed him all the way into the room. They collapsed in the bed in a huge tangle of limbs. Fred landed on top of Angel, straddling his hips. 

She needed to quell her hunger; she began undressing instantly. As soon as she was relieved of her shirt, she said, "Touch me, Angel." Angel looked at her. He reached behind her to release her breasts from her bra. She was gorgeous. Her skin was pale, her nipples pink and perfect. Her pert breasts were on the small size, but beautiful none the less. His hands completely covered her breasts, and she leaned into his grasp with a sigh. Angel gently kneaded them as her nipples beaded.

As Angel teased her with his hands, she began rubbing herself against him. Angel couldn't stop himself; the next thing he knew, he had one of her breasts in his mouth. He sucked, teased, nibbled, and kissed her slight breast before giving the other the exact same treatment. It left Fred feeling breathless, and she whimpered. Angel thought he was going to cum in his pants already; he was in trouble. He was not going to last long.

Fred quickly divested Angel of his shirt. She had to feel his skin against hers. Every fiber and cell in her body was screaming for him. This was not going as quickly as she needed it to. Fred removed her pants and underwear in record time. Having her completely open and vulnerable to his gaze affected him at once. He flipped them over, so Fred was beneath him. His hand found its way to her sopping womanhood. Before his fingers found her center, he could feel the heat emanating from her. She was more than ready.

Fred arched completely off the bed when Angel touched her intimate folds. He was sure she stopped breathing for a few moments when he first touched her. She was so wet, so inviting. Angel's thumb found her sensitive bundle of nerves. On contact, Fred cried out. He realized that he had to get her off so he had a slight chance of lasting more than his first thrust into her. He thrust two fingers into her as his thumb continued to caress her nubbin. Her hips moved of their own accord, desperately seeking her release. Her hand grabbed his arm, almost as if she were afraid he'd move his hand away before she climaxed.

Fred was babbling but wasn't saying anything intelligible. He felt her inner muscles start to flutter around his fingers. She was so close. He whispered in her ear to push her over the edge, "Cum for me, Fred. Cum for me." As a powerful orgasm ripped through her, she screamed. He helped her ride out her orgasm before she collapsed on the bed. That's exactly what she had needed.

Angel nibbled at her ear. He removed his hand from between her legs with a slight sound of protest from her. He started to kiss and nibble his way down her body. He spent a considerable amount of time on her breasts again. Finally he moved lower as she was nearly begging him for something, anything, more. She needed more contact.

Angel deliberately took his time moving lower. He was driving her mad with desire. She panted, "Angel, please." He finally caved and gave her what she so desperately wanted. Angel licked her feminity, again driving Fred arching off the bed. Male pride filled him at the fact that he'd made this woman cum once already, and was well on his way to making it happen again.

Fred couldn't form a complete thought. Angel had given her an intense and powerful orgasm. She couldn't remember cumming like that before. He was talented! Her entire body was so aware of him. He had awakened her entire body, parts she didn't even know she had. He'd found them, stimulated them to the n-th degree, and satisfied them. He was beginning to make her body tingle and hum all over again.

Angel's tongue and teeth sought out her most sensitive spot. He alternated between teasing her and attacking her. He brought her to the brink over and over again, but wouldn't let her tumble over. Two of his fingers found their way into her scalding channel. Fred continually tried to push her hips further into his face to find her climax.

Fred couldn't take the torment anymore. She was practically crawling out of her skin to reach her release. She nearly sobbed out, "Angel, please..."

Angel looked up her body. As he continued pumping his fingers in and out of her, he asked, "What do you want, Fred? You have to tell me what you want."

She wasted no time in telling him what she needed. "Make me cum. I need to cum, Angel."

"As you wish." He lowered his head again to her feminity. He ravaged her bundle of nerves with a new fervor. He heard Fred cry out, "OH, GOD!" Her inner muscles began to ripple around his fingers. He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit. And then she came with his name on her lips, her enire body twitching from the exquisite pleasure.

Fred would've sworn later that she blacked out for a few moments after that orgasm. She collapsed on the bed again, feeling heavy and sated. Within moments, she felt her sexual energy renew itself. Angel found his way back up her body after lapping up her inner fluids. He blanketed her body with his own. He was heavy, but it was a welcome and pleasing weight.

He kissed her with fresh passion. He was about ready to pop, he was so aroused. He needed to relieve the pressure. He wanted to make sure she was ready again. She faintly tasted herself on his tongue and lips. It felt naughty and forbidden, and she loved it!

All at once, Fred realized that Angel was still half dressed. That would not do. Angel was eager to bury himself within her. Fred tried to reach between them to fumble with his belt buckle. She made a small sound of frustration when she couldn't get to it. Angel sensed her frustration. Quickly he got up from the bed, removed his pants, and joined her back in his bed again.

Fred had caught a glimpse of his impressive erection. She was pleased. She had definitely found the right man to quench her sexual thirst. As Angel positioned himself between her spread legs, Fred tried to touch him. Angel grabbed her wrist before she could. "Don't touch me, Fred. I want to make love to you, but if you touch me, I won't make it that far."

Angel positioned himself between her waiting thighs as his lips found hers again. As he thrust into her to the hilt, he concentrated on not cumming. He didn't want to embarrass himself. She was so tight, warm and wet. He just knew this wasn't going to last long.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, and didn't move. Fred was a bit confused. This was the good part, and he was stalling. She asked tentatively, "Angel?"

He laughed self-deprecatingly. He whispered in her ear, "Forgive me, Fred. This is going to be quick. You feel so amazing, and it's been a long time for me. I'll make it up to you."

"Ok."

Angel began a moderate pace. Fred wrapped her legs around his waist. He filled her so completely, and it felt incredible. Angel reached between their bodies, one of his fingers finding her clit. He put pressure on it as he felt his climax building. There was no finesse in getting Fred off this time. Her orgasm hit her by surprise. The moment her muscles tightened around him, he was done. He grunted and collapsed as he spilled his seed deep within her.

Fred eventually regained her breath. Angel was still on top of her and in her, although soft after the mindblowing orgasm. He had his face still buried in the curve of her neck. He was fighting an incredibly strong urge to taste her. He listened to her blood return to its normal flow rate.

Part Two

Finally, reluctantly, Angel pulled himself free of her and rolled onto his back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to reconcile how he had ended up in bed with a woman - this woman, in particular. He couldn't wrap his brain around the fact that he just had sex; it seemed surreal. This was not the Fred he thought he knew.

Fred curled up against Angel's side, not ready to relinquish physical contact just yet. She was still feeling desire rage through her veins. What was with her? Angel had pleasured her - very well - and still she felt the need for more. She was not going to wait long for him to recover; she couldn't. She wanted more! She mindlessly stroked his chest in lazy patterns, hoping this would placate her enough for a while.

Angel wasn't sure what to make of this, any of it. Was she still feeling the need to be touched? Angel actually wanted to fulfill his promise of making up for his poor performance. First he had to regain some energy. He was concerned about being able to get another erection so soon after their recent activities. He closed his eyes to give himself the chance to just concentrate.

He pondered all the things he could do with her while she was in this mood. He also wondered how long she would be in this mood. He wasn't sure how long they'd been in bed so far, but he could imagine it lasting for days. He hadn't been with a woman for so long; he could remedy that and make up on all that time with Fred while she was feeling this way.

Fred was done waiting. She was feeling wild with desire again, and wasn't willing to wait any longer. She glanced down Angel's body and noticed, disappointingly, that Angel wasn't quite prepared yet. She would have to see to that and fix the situation. She didn't want to give Angel the chance to change his mind about his promise. There was only one solution she could come up with. She had to encourage him in the mood without giving him time to change his mind.

Fred sat up quickly and positioned herself on her knees between his legs. Angel sensed her moving on the bed, but didn't open his eyes to see what she was doing. He was still concentrating on building his stamina in order to make love to this woman the way she deserved to be and so desperately wanted to be. He wasn't remotely prepared for Fred's next move.

Fred leaned down and gently kissed the head of his flaccid member. Angel's eyes flew open as she kissed the length of him. Where in the world had Fred learned how to do THAT? Angel was about to say something, but couldn't form a single coherent word in the English language. What was he going to say anyway? He couldn't even remember his own name. His fears of being unable to perform his manly duties were completely unfounded as Fred licked the length of him.

After licking him, she wrapped her lips around him. Wow! He'd never gotten aroused so quickly before. Of course, he'd never had a woman go down on him without warning.

Angel watched as Fred wrapped her hand around the base of him, and stroked him a few times. Angel reached up and encouraged her mouth back to him. Fred again took him in her mouth as he buried one hand in her long, wavy, brown hair. Her hair tickled the tops of his thighs, creating even more sensation to that area of his body. Her mouth followed the path of her hand. She gently sucked as her tongue ran along the underside, her teeth ever so gently scraping along the upper side of his manhood. Fred slowly bobbed up and down his length, proud she'd aroused him so completely.

When Angel's hand in her hair and his hips began to try to increase her pace of attentions, Fred pulled away. Before Angel could voice his complaints or disappointment, Fred was crawling up his body like a panther. She knew he was ready to please her as he had promised - and was now craving the contact she needed.

Fred licked his lower lip seductively before kissing him languidly. She ran her wet slit along his length, her wetness coating him. Angel grasped her hips with his hands as their mouths continued to mingle together. Together, they impaled her on his thick cock. Angel grunted as Fred forgot their kiss altogether as a cross between a low scream and a grunt escaped her. 

Oh, Fred liked this position. She had all the control in this situation, and it was delicious! She could be sure that he hit all her pleasurable spots in just the right way. She determined the rhythm and speed of their thrusts. She sat up and let her hips do all the work. Angel watched her ride him appreciatively. He kept his hands on her hips, helping her hit her mark.

Within minutes, another orgasm washed over her. Angel held onto his control so he wouldn't cum with her this time. He wanted to make this last a little bit longer, and see how many times he could make her climax before he came. This was going to be fun! All he had to do was ride out her slick channel trying to milk him for all he was worth. It was difficult to do, but he had done it.

As her channel clenched around him furiously, he flipped them over, landing on top of her. He had managed to hit her clit in just the right way, another incredible wave of ecstasy shot through her. She sighed and went boneless for a few moments. Angel didn't move while she felt the remains of her orgasm. He held himself up on his arms to keep from crushing her. 

Finally, she looked up at him. “You didn't…” she trailed off, her meaning clear.

He shook his head. “I didn't…” Fred almost felt guilty. She ran her hands up his arms and around his neck. He said, honestly, “It's ok. This time is about you.” As he spoke, he began leisurely thrusting within her. She smiled, liking his plan. “After all, I promised.” She allowed herself to just feel, wrapping her legs around hips.

After a few moments, Angel asked, “How flexible are you, Fred?” She stared up at him blankly, not sure how to answer. He never gave her a chance to answer either. Angel reached behind him and unwrapped her left leg from its place on his hip. He lifted her leg, ran his tongue along the underside of her knee, and placed it on his shoulder. She hooked her knee over his shoulder as he started his thrusts again. Carefully he repeated the motion with her other leg. This gained him even deeper access into her, and Fred liked it. She made a choking noise on each downward stroke. He hit her clit every time.

He quickly brought her to the brink and over it. He met with some difficulty not cumming with her. His head swam with the effort of holding on. She was so responsive in her climaxes. He froze as she rode it out. He then tenderly unhooked one leg at a time from his shoulders and placed them on the bed.

Angel pulled out of her briefly just long enough to get into the next position. He got on his knees between her legs and sat back on his haunches. He took her hips in his hands and pulled her hips up, burying his cock into her heat once more. She remained reclined on the bed as he began a new rhythm, rising slightly on knees with every move. His hands kept her hips moving along his length.

Fred needed even more stimulation. She looked up at him and met his eyes. Her hands reached up and grabbed her breasts. She squeezed and pulled at her beaded nipples. He watched as she twisted her nipples.

He roughly pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap. Her breasts were now even with his mouth. He ruthlessly pulled one nipple with his teeth. She moaned loudly as her hips moved over him. Her movements were frantic. She loved the assault on her breasts and his hard length moving within her. Her senses were on overload again.

She used her feet to lift her up and down on him. He didn't know how much longer he could hold onto his control. He growled into breasts, “Oh, God, Fred! I'm so close! I can't hold on anymore!”

She murmured, “I know. I'm close too!” She ground into him a bit more, feeling the tension build. He was at the breaking point, his will entirely exhausted. He exploded within her moments later with a shout before she found her end. Her inner walls were squeezing him mercilessly, and it only prolonged his pleasure. Fred almost felt numb. He'd far exceeded his promise.

She had collapsed against him. He held her against him as she regained her breath. Finally he untangled their limbs from each other and put her gently on the bed. He half fell, half collapsed on the bed next to her. They were phenomenal lovers.

Part Three

Fred felt almost back to normal after being pleasured so much in so little time. However, she felt the undeniable urge to have Angel again building within her. Why wasn't she tired? Usually she could only orgasm two or three times before she felt the need to sleep. But she didn't want to sleep now, she wanted more of him.

Angel watched her as she was laying on her side, facing away from him, and catching her breath. He again was caught off guard by the thought that he'd had sex with this woman - a lot! He was concerned; he had to make sure she was ok. He'd never met a human woman with such stamina. He molded his body to hers, spooning her. He nuzzled at her neck as his hand stroked the side of her body. She let herself melt against him, enjoying the contact.

He gently asked in between nips, "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

She sighed contentedly, "I feel good. Yes, I'm more than alright."

"I'm glad."

They stayed like that, silent, for a few moments. Angel heard her stomach rumble. It was very faint and subtle, but to his vampire hearing, it was loud and hard to ignore. Angel slid his hand to her flat stomach. "You're hungry."

"Yes."

"We can go down to the kitchen to get some food."

She extracted herself from him so she could lay on her back and look up at him. "I don't want to leave this bedroom." She cradled his face between her hands and pulled him to her for a passionate kiss. She didn't want to give him time to think about what they were doing or had done. She knew Angel well enough to know that he would feel guilty and question their activities if given the time. She still needed him, and didn't want to lose the opportunity. He could smell the faintest hint of her arousal.

Angel got his senses about him when he heard her stomach growl again. He ended the kiss and pulled away from her. "No distractions. We need to get you sustenance."

Fred knew he needed blood too. He had been on his way to get his nightly mug of blood when she had blindsided him. Hating the very thought of the action, Fred got up out of his bed. She didn't bother covering herself, feeling no shame or embarrassment at Angel seeing her nudity. That was new. In her last two physical relationships in college, it had taken her months to get comfortable with letting a man see her naked. Things were different with Angel, and she couldn't explain it.

Angel followed her out of his room, not bothering with clothing either. If it was fine by Fred, it was fine for him as well.

The hotel had been deserted hours ago. Cordelia had left before the Furies had even arrived. Their "mmm Angel" annoyed her to no end. Gunn and Wesley had left with Cordy, realizing if she had a vision, she would contact them. The Furies left knowing how their power was going to manifest in the petite woman. They didn't need to stick around for the consequences; they'd seen it all before. They also had personal knowledge that Angel was fully equipped to keep up with the brunette's newly charged libido.

When Angel and Fred got to the top of the stairs above the lobby, she turned around and nearly attacked him, hungrier for him than food. Her lips were everywhere, her hands not far behind. Angel was caught off guard by Fred's onslaught and display of affection. Angel wanted to give in and take advantage of her advances, but she needed food. Angel knew he had to tread lightly, especially in turning down a woman.

As her hand moved to his semi-erect manhood, Angel stopped her hand. Fred instantly looked disappointed. Angel looked into her eyes to convey the truth of his words. "I promise you, baby. As soon as you've eaten something, I'll gladly do whatever you want me to do." Angel sucked one of her fingers into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue to seal his promise.

Fred felt slightly mollified, although still a touch disappointed. She knew he would follow through with his promise. He'd followed through with his previous one.

Angel led her by the hand through the lobby and down the stairs to the enormous kitchen. A thought had occurred to him on the way. He was familiar with the Furies - intimately - and knew what their powers could do to a human. He felt just a twinge of disappointment that her desire for him wasn't completely natural.

Fred headed straight for the refrigerator, hungrier than her stomach let on. She prepared Angel's mug first. After heating it in the microwave, she handed it to him with a quick kiss on the lips. Fred grabbed a jar of peaches from the refrigerator for herself. Angel twisted the lid for her.

With the jar firmly in hand, Fred settled herself to a sitting position on the table. Angel watched her as he leaned against the counter. He watched her with interest as she reached into the jar with her fingers to fish out a sliced peach. She fascinated him without even being aware of it. She was mesmerizing, and she was so oblivious to it. Her skin was smooth, even, creamy-colored and she was extremely soft to the touch.

Very little was said over their respective meals. Fred had gotten up once to get another jar of peaches and a package of chocolate chip cookies. She had prepared another mug of blood for her lover as well. Although they didn't say much, they exchanged heated, suggestive glances. The sexual energy had not dissipated at all between them. If anything, it had increased with the small meal break.

When they had both finished, Fred placed her empty jar and Angel's mug in the sink and placed the half empty jar on the counter. She collected a cleaning solution and sponge to clean the table. Angel continued to stand leaning against the counter and admired the naked woman before him. That seductive sway of her hips had returned. She was trying to be subtle in her yearning for him. She wanted him to yearn for her too. She knew she was affecting him; his body had responded positively.

As Fred leaned over the table to clean it, she gave him a great view of her rear. Angel knew she was teasing him, but he wasn't going to give in. He was enjoying her seduction too much. Angel absently stroked his length in response. His strokes were lazy and slow. Fred glanced over her shoulder to see if she was having the desired effect. Even a glance of him touching himself was enough to get her off.

In response, she said over her shoulder, "I thought that once you were invited in, the invitation stands. Do you need another invitation to be inside me again?"

Using his vampire speed, Angel was right behind her. He placed his hands on her perfectly globed bottom. He stroked her as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Do I have a standing invitation?"

Fred could feel him snugly tucked against her backside. She wiggled against him, reveling in the contact. Her voice was heavy with lust when she finally spoke, "Yes. Always."

One of his hands found its way to her belly and tugged her further into him. She felt herself melt against him, loving the feel of skin on skin. His hand slid down and covered her sex. She whimpered. He could feel her dampness. One finger eased into her, and her knees gave out. Angel eased her down to the floor, both of them on their knees. His finger remained inside her.

With them both on their knees, Fred let Angel support her as his finger found her clit. She voiced her pleasure, "Oh, God!"

Angel lowered her down so she supported her own weight on her hands and knees. His other hand teased her thighs further apart. He positioned the head of his cock right at her opening. He increased the pressure and speed of his manipulation on her clit. As the walls of her pussy began to throb, Angel swiftly buried himself in her heat completely. Fred hollered his name as an intense orgasm took her. Angel stilled his movements to wait for her to recover.

When she was ready, she started their rhythm. Angel grabbed her hips and increased their speed. The only sounds that could be heard at first were flesh meeting flesh over and over again. Soon their moans, cries, and grunts joined the slapping sounds. Angel's fingers again sought out her sensitive nub and played with it. Fred arched into him further. He was getting close to exploding within her, and knew her orgasm would push him over the edge. "Cum for me, Fred! Cum for me!"

Angel increased his thrusts and massaging, needing her to bring him his release. Fred could feel her orgasm building. She began chanting his name and meeting his thrusts even more. Her climax hit her hard, bringing Angel to his. He collapsed on her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. They stayed like that until his softened cock slid from her folds. Angel needed more time to recover after that. He laid down on the floor and collected her into his arms. Fred felt completely numb, alive and sated all at the same time.

It didn't last long however. She got antsy for another go at it with Angel. Fred got to her feet, leaving him on the floor on his back. He didn't know what she was up to, but could tell by the glint in her eye she had something on her mind. "Where are you going?"

She winked at him. "Not far." She walked over to the counter to retrieve her half-eaten jar of peaches, and went back over to him. She straddled his hips and sat down on him. She fished a peach out of the jar and shoved it into her mouth.

"What's going on in that head of yours? I can see the wheels turning."

She smiled innocently at him and fished another slice out of the jar. Instead of putting it in her mouth, Fred brought it down to his chest. She circled the peach around one of his nipples, coating it with the juice from the fruit. Angel watched her bemusedly, the coolness of the juice barely noticeable to him. Fred set the far on the floor as she lowered her mouth to the newly coated nipple. She lapped at it languidly before nibbling at it with her teeth.

When she was done with that, she ate the used sliced peach. She then got another slice from the jar, and showered the same attentions on the other nipple. When that was done, she poured a small amount of peach juice on his chest. He suppressed a giggle as the juice ran in several directions. Fred eagerly lapped up the juice in every direction it had run off in. By the time she'd finished, Angel was ready for another session with her.

He pulled her in for a hungry kiss, tasting the citrus taste on her tongue. When he ended the kiss, he said, "Baby, we need to get back up to the bedroom before I ravage you again here."

Wickedly, she smiled. "I wouldn't object to that."

Playfully he slapped her bottom twice. "Bedroom. Now."

Fred rose to let him up. On the way out, Fred grabbed a pint of ice cream from the freezer to bring with them to the bedroom. It was a long trip up to his bedroom again. They could barely keep their hands and lips to themselves.

They made it as far as the stairs in the lobby when Fred said, "I can't wait, Angel."

He whispered, "I know. I can't either."

Fred lowered herself to the stairs, pulling him with her. "Let's do it right here, right now." She reclined back as much as possible on the incline of the steps. Angel didn't need much more encouragement than that. Within several of her heartbeats, he was thrusting into her core. Considering the angle, he could hit her clit with every downward stroke. Fred was sprawled out over several steps, and depending where she rested her feet she could change the angle of his thrusts. He didn't lean all the way into her for fear he'd hurt her too much. It wasn't the most comfortable place to have sex, but it was still hot as hell.

They were able to bring each other to the brink and over into the oblivion of ecstasy within minutes. This was a quickie, plain and simple. It was to keep them satisfied enough to make it back to more comfortable surroundings. Angel helped her up as she grabbed the neglected ice cream.

Fred looked at him with another naughty glint in her eye. "I have plans for this. If you want to explore the possibilities with me, you better hurry!" With that said, she turned on her heel and ran up the stairs. He quickly followed taking two steps at a time, as they raced back to his bed.

Part Four

The couple tripped over each other to get to Angel's bedroom suite first. They landed with a thud on his carpeted floor. Without missing a moment, their lips met. Angel pulled Fred to him frantically to deepen the kiss. Enthusiastically, she met his demanding tongue. Both were fighting for dominance, feeding the passion and heat.

While their mouths were fused together, Angel managed to put both of them in a seated position with Fred in his lap. He'd wrapped her legs around his midsection, so they could be as close as possible. They savored the kiss until Fred pulled away, desperate for air. She gasped as Angel turned his attention to her breasts.

He covered her breasts with his large hands. He gently caressed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. She purred. In response, he leaned down and licked each nipple teasingly. When he pulled away, Fred tried to object, and decided there was a better way. "You're a tease!"

Angel half smiled. "I can be." Fred placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to the floor. She shifted her legs so her knees were on each side of his thighs. He said, "You've got that look on your face again, baby." She smiled and picked up the ice cream.

Fred quickly removed the lid of the mint chocolate chip pint. She stuck her finger into the mostly melted green ice cream. She licked her finger agonizingly slow for his benefit. When her finger was clean, she buried it back into the green substance. This time she put her entire finger into her mouth. She slowly pulled her finger out until just the tip was still in her mouth. To drive him crazy, she slid her finger back into her mouth as far as it would go and back out again.

Angel watched her, enjoying the sight of Fred's innuendo. He knew what he was in for. Maybe she would actually finish what she had started earlier that night. She had gotten him excited using her mouth, but did not bring him to completion that way. She was teasing him using her fingers, provoking the memory.

He wasn't at all prepared for what she did next. She wasn't sure when the thought had occurred to her, but she knew how to get the vampire in the sexual mood again. As of yet, he had not risen to the occasion. Not surprising really, considering how often they'd engaged in such activities that night.

Fred dipped her finger into the ice cream again. Instead of bringing it to her mouth as before, she spread the ice cream in circular motions over her nipple. Her nipple immediately puckered from the coolness. Angel couldn't believe what he was witnessing. After Fred covered her nipple, she lowered her mouth and lifted her breast till they met. He saw her tongue leave her mouth to lick at the ice cream. This led to Fred completely taking her nipple into her mouth. At the erotic visual she created, Angel's cock grew rock hard.

Fred couldn't believe what she had done, or how much she enjoyed it. She repeated the same actions with the other nipple. She also started to rub herself over his erection that she had felt grow underneath her. Angel could barely move. He was enjoying what she was doing too much. When she started coating her nipples with the ice cream, he decided to participate. As she began lapping at her green covered nipples, Angel found her clit with his thumb. He scarcely had to do anything except hold his hand where it was. As she nibbled and sucked at her breasts, she rode his hand like a woman possessed.

She quickly found her orgasm. As her inner walls began constricting, she threw her head back. She again screamed his name as she came. He moved his thumb into her heat, and then sucked his thumb into his mouth, loving the taste of her. Her need for him began mounting again when he had done that.

"I have an idea, lover."

He was intrigued. He enjoyed every time she had an idea. He was still lying on his back on the floor. After tasting her from his thumb, he had started stroking her legs from her knees to her hips, loving her soft skin. "What's that?"

Intentionally she took her time to pronounce every syllable of her next statement. "Well, from what I hear - and I've never been in the position to question, deny or confirm this, I hear - that vampires - which would be you - do not feel cold as humans - which would be me - do."

He wasn't sure what she was getting at, but he refused to let on that this tiny brunette was still a couple of steps ahead of him. "That's true."

She smiled. "Well, I could take your word for it. However, being a physicist, I do better either proving or disproving the theory in question."

Angel knew he'd get some pleasure out of her plan. He was looking forward to the wicked, sexual games she had in mind. "I'm game."

The moment he said that, she grabbed the now completely melted ice cream. She scooted up his chest a bit and turned around. Gingerly, she poured a small bit of the thick liquid along the line of pubic hair around his manhood. He didn't shiver or acknowledge the ice cream. As she licked the line, the only response she got was a slight twitch of his cock.

With her buttocks nearly in his face, he began caressing her. He now knew exactly what she had had in mind. He had plans of his own. She started to bathe his thighs and cock with the ice cream. When she was done, she placed the ice cream to her side, just in case it was needed again. It was true that the cold really had no effect on him. However, the mint actually licked his skin with a slight tingle.

As Fred began to eagerly lick at her handy work, Angel took the pint of the ice cream in hand. She had avoided taking him into her mouth, leaving the best for last. Angel longed for it. To coax her in that direction, he'd get on with his own plans. He tried to ease her hips back with his hands. She was so in her own world, she didn't notice. Sensually he said, "Scoot back, baby. I want to taste you again."

She finally realized that she could get some pleasure out of this position as well. She let Angel guide her sex over his mouth. He immediately covered her folds with a healthy amount of ice cream. If the truth be told, he was literally face to face with his two favorite flavors: a turned-on woman and mint. His vampire taste buds were as dead as the rest of his body, but he could taste mint.

Fred gasped at the cold on her most intimate of places. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, and that shocked her. Angel licked her folds as she began licking his length. When Angel had licked her clean, he dipped his finger back into the cream. This time, he urged her folds open and swabbed the liquid along her inside lips and clit.

Angel watched as the ice cream dripped onto the inside of her thighs. His tongue quickly licked the line up to her clit. Fred couldn't concentrate on anything else but his tongue on her, pleasuring her. The mint added just a bit of tingle to that area of her body.

When all the green was gone, Angel couldn't be bothered to replace it. He had decided he enjoyed her flavor far more than the ice cream. Angel began to alternate between concentrating all of his attentions on her clit and driving his tongue as far as he could into her channel. Fred finally was able to take him into her mouth.

Angel wanted to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. She'd wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and her other hand massaged his balls. Her mouth was busy doing wicked things to his shaft. She used her tongue, teeth, voice and breath to work him up. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what she was doing, but all of it was good, very good. Angel quickly thrust two fingers into her to lubricate them. He then moved them to the puckered hole of her rear entrance.

He sucked on her clit to give her the most pleasure as one digit eased into her virgin territory. Fred moaned enthusiastically around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. It took all of his will not to cum then. He wasn't ready for this to end.

Angel eased his finger all the way into her and back out again. He repeated the movement several times gently stretching her. Fred felt completely full when he had a finger and his tongue within her. She was so close, she felt ready to explode. In response, she sucked him even harder, her hand stroking him faster.

At the same moment he bit down gently on her clit with dull teeth. They both climaxed at the same moment. Fred completely collapsed on Angel. Fred shivered from the total and utter ecstasy. Her head spun in the after effects. Angel felt his cock twitch and spill what felt like endless amounts of his cum.

It was a solid fifteen minutes before either one of them moved. Angel turned his head and lightly kissed the inside of her knee. His hands then lifted that leg over his head and placed it beside her other leg. He gently turned her around so she was lying on him. Her head rested just below his chin. He kissed the top of her head. He then asked, "How are you, lover? Are you alright?"

She smiled and sighed. "Oh, yeah. That was amazing!"

He laughed half-heartedly. "I quite agree. But how is it we never made it to the bed? It's only ten feet away."

Fred giggled. "I couldn't wait."

They stayed on the floor for a few more minutes. Finally, Fred spoke again. "I need a shower. I think I need some company. Will you join me?"

Angel picked up on the tone in her voice, especially when she had said join. She was suggesting more of the same. Angel was shocked that she hadn't tired herself out yet. He wasn't sure how long the Furies influence was going to last on Fred, but he wanted to see it through. He was the perfect candidate, considering his vampire stamina.

"I'll join you. You'll need help getting to those hard to reach places." He could be just as suggestive as she. Fred eagerly got up off the floor and led the way into his bathroom. Angel followed, curious to see what more was in store.

Angel turned on the water, setting the dial so the water ran hot. As he turned to retrieve towels, Fred distracted him by pulling him into her embrace. She looked up at him and said, "Kiss me." He did as she nearly demanded. Her kiss was so desperate, so hungry, so insistent. Angel found he couldn't deny her. He gently picked her up and stepped into the streaming water.

He put her down again and tried to step away from her. She wouldn't let him. "No, please, Angel. Take me." She clung to him desperately needing more. Her desire burned through her and Angel couldn't quench it completely. Or at least he hadn't quenched it completely yet.

Angel couldn't deny her, wondering what would happen if he did. Was she in danger if she didn't get the sexual stimulation she so desperately needed and craved? He cared about her too much to find out. He lifted her up and pushed her into the wall. He crushed his body into hers.

"Make love to me, Angel. Please." She wrapped her legs around his waist like a vice grip. "I need to feel you."

Angel reached around and loosened her grip around his waist so he could move. He slid into her entrance easily, driving her back into the wall. Fred urged him on. "YES!"

He couldn't get a handle on the moment. Hot water beat along the side of his body. His manhood was completely hugged within Fred's body. He could see her heartbeat at her neck. He could hear her blood pumping through her body. Angel lost control and let his demon show itself.

Fred, for the first time all night, looked into the face of Angel's demon. For the first few moments, she was afraid. Angel smelled her fear briefly. Angel closed his golden eyes in shame. He couldn't fight the demon back. Fred trusted him though. She reached up and touched the ridges of his forehead. Angel pulled away from her touch slightly, surprised. He looked into her eyes as she started touching his face again. 

In all sincerity, he said, "I'm sorry."

She looked deeply into the eyes of the demon embedded deeply within her. "I trust you, Angel. I know you aren't going to hurt me." It was true he could no longer smell her fear, and he would never hurt her on purpose.

"Angel, I'm still in need. Please make love to me."

He was still feeling guilty about his lack of control. The guilt was making it impossible for him to slip back into his human features. But he also couldn't ignore the woman that was wrapped around his body. With her acceptance, he felt he could do what she asked. Eventually he'd be able to get the demon back under control.

Fred cupped his face between her hands and kissed him briefly. She gracefully avoided his fangs. The thought occurred to her that it would be sexy to be bitten by Angel, although currently she was far more interested in finding her orgasm and bringing Angel along with her.

The kiss was encouragement enough for him. He immediately pulled himself out of her and thrust back into her, effectively slamming her into the tile wall. He wasn't trying to hurt her, but it did hurt just a twinge. Fred enjoyed every thrust back into her, every slam against the wall. He pumped in and out of her, increasing his pace with every thrust.

She clung to him desperately. This was the demon pumping her into the wall. In a way, both Angel and Angelus were with her, turning her entire world into a world of sensation and ecstasy. He rested his ridged forehead against her smooth one to refuse the demon of the temptation of her neck and her blood. The demon stubbornly refused to recede.

Fred reached the inevitable, moments before Angel, her orgasm triggering his. Angel kept her pinned to the wall as they came down from their high. Fred covered his face with feather light kisses until his soft member slipped from her depths. That was when he finally overcame his more feral and animalistic side, and the demon faded.

Fred touched his face tenderly. She whispered, "There you are." He smiled against her lips. She continued, "I knew you wouldn't hurt me. I always knew there was just a little demon in you."

Angel laughed. "I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or an insult." Although he was joking with her, he was so touched. She had accepted his demon, and had desired him despite it. She had allowed him to make love to her with the visage of the demon there, staring into her eyes. But more astonishing overall was her lack of fear.

He had been rougher with her than he intended. He hadn't been able to reign in the demon as much as he had wanted. For some reason, he could not control his more primal side. He'd been able to control the viciousness, but not the tendency towards violence. The way he'd taken her had been on the violent side, but judging by the way she still clung to him, she had enjoyed it.

Fred giggled. "Rest assured, I was not referring to…" She glanced down briefly. "…that!"

"That's a relief." He kissed her quickly before asking, "Did I hurt you?"

"No. I liked it. That was just - wow!"

He suspected - and rightly so - that she had lied about his hurting her. Her back was going to be bruised from being slammed against the tile wall over and over. However, she had been very honest when she had revealed that she had liked it. He was pleasuring her plenty to mask the pain.

She saw the distressed look on his face. She sighed contentedly. She gently stroked the back of his hair. "Angel, don't worry about me. I'm fine. You're an amazing lover, honestly. You've almost completely exhausted me."

He smiled at her use of the word almost. She was hinting for another session of incredible sex. Angel was thinking he could get use to the constant ecstasy. He helped her unwrap herself from his body. They stood under the spray of water, just staring at each other.

Finally, Angel picked up the shower gel. Before she felt the need for him again, he wanted to get her back to his bed. He wanted to assure that the demon would remain dormant and that he wouldn't hurt her further.

Fred took the shower gel from him. She said, "Let me." She poured a generous amount in her hand and put the bottle down. She ran her soap-filled hand over his chest, leaving a trail of bubbles behind. With both hands, she worked the gel into a rich lather over his muscular shoulders, chest, and arms. The water quickly washed the bubbles away. When he was bubble free, she kissed the middle of his chest.

She said, "Turn around." He did as instructed as she poured another generous portion into her hand. She ran her hands over his wide shoulders and back to his beautifully sculpted bottom. When the water washed away the lather, she placed a kiss over his tattoo and another one right at the small of his back.

She got down on her knees and told him to turn back around. She quickly washed both his legs. She again placed two kisses, one on each thigh. She had avoided his manhood until she had washed the rest of him. It wasn't until she actually touched him that he responded. He had to fight the urge to grab her head and force himself into her mouth. Fred was earnestly cleaning him with the shower gel. She worked the soap over his hips, shaft and balls. When the lather had been washed away, she kissed the very tip of his engorged cock. Afterwards, she got back up to her feet.

Angel returned the favor and washed her. He was able to wash her entire body from his knees. He spent more time cleaning her than she had with him. He also placed more kisses over her body. He spent a lot of time kissing the small of her back that had gotten the most abuse from their last escapade. The bruises were already starting to appear. After he'd placed one final kiss over her sex, she was itching for him to be inside her again.

Angel sensed her anxiousness. He turned off the shower and picked her up. He placed her back on her feet once they were out of the shower. He did a very quick, cursory attempt to dry them both off with a towel. Fred was nearly breathless with want for him. When he dropped the towel, she jumped into his embrace.

Fred eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist and attacked his mouth with her own. As he walked them back to the bed, their mouths never ceased their mating. Because he was so sensitive about hurting her back any further, he sat down on the bed with his back against the headboard. Angel quickly embedded his length within her hot, little body.

Fred rocked her hips over his, effectively setting their rhythm. Occasionally she changed the direction her hips moved. At first it was front to back, then in circular motions. No matter how she moved, they both shared in the incredible sensations. As their orgasm built, Angel gripped her hips, guiding her movements.

Fred was hungry for more of him. She longed to see the demon again. She wanted him to penetrate her in another way. She wanted him to bite her, to feel the pleasure/pain of another intrusion. She'd gotten a taste of violence while having sex with him before. She wanted that again.

To try to provoke his demon, she leaned into his neck. She licked the curve of his neck to his shoulder, making him fully aware of her attentions. He hadn't expected her to roughly bite him with her dull teeth. The moment she did, he roared with his climax. He rammed his hips up into her, sending her over the edge as well. Her entire body quaked with the force of her climax.

If Angel hadn't cum when he did, he would've bitten her. She had been trying to get that response from him; he knew that. He had been moments away from slipping back into his demon visage, and biting down. He wanted to do it, but the moment had passed. He wasn't pleasuring her enough now to cover the pain of his fangs.

Fred had collapsed against him and was making no move to remove herself. Angel finally asked, "How are you feeling?"

She sighed. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely over a whisper. "Angel, I'm so tired."

Angel gently slid his body down the bed, so he was lying on his back. Fred was still curled up on his chest. He realized then he was very tired as well. She had exhausted him out. He didn't have anymore in him.

With very little movement, Angel covered them both with a blanket. He kissed the top of her head. "Then sleep, baby," he said as he closed his eyes.

Within moments, the lovers were deep asleep.

Part Five

Angel woke before his lover of the past few hours. She was still safely tucked into his embrace, their limbs incredibly twisted around each other. He watched her sleep; he couldn't stop himself. He concentrated on her even breathing: the sound of it and the feel of it across his bare chest. He tried to resist the temptation of stroking her hair, but again couldn't stop himself.

Although he knew differently from their antics, she'd never seemed anything less than innocent to him. She was cute, and funny, and quirky, and intelligent; she was nothing short of amazing. Why did it take hours of sex for him to realize that? She was meant to be worshipped, loved and treasured. He doubted he was the man to fulfill that position, and wasn't entirely sure that he didn't want to try.

Angel thought about how they would actually discuss what had happened between them. There was so much to say. Would this change their friendship? Would this new aspect of their relationship continue? How did this change the dynamic of Angel Investigations? Did this change them? Were they a couple?

He wasn't sure about any of it. He did know that the spell or influence that had come over Fred was over. From his memories, the Furies influence was intense and swift. Within a few hours, the feelings ended. The affected being usually went to sleep after their activities, and when they woke, they were back to normal.

Angel wasn't sure he was ready to give this up. It was true he hadn't been intimate with a woman for a long time. But he wasn't sure that was the explanation for his reluctance in letting Fred go. In their hours spent having sex, he'd grown a soft spot for her, even bigger and softer than before. It was difficult not to after all they'd done.

Angel wasn't sure they could ignore what had happened between them. They'd been explosive together; that was difficult to let go of and pretend it never happened. However, could the relationship continue without growing into more? That bordered on dangerous territory, Angelus territory.

When the Angelus thought came to him, he immediately pulled his hand away from stroking her hair. He didn't want to even tempt Angelus out. If he allowed too much sensitivity, it could lead to deeper feelings. Loving Fred was not an option. He could and did love her, as a friend, but romantic, deeper feelings were not an option.

Angel closed his eyes and tried to sleep again. Sleep eluded him with all the thoughts running through his mind. He couldn't stop obsessing over what was going to happen when she awoke. Maybe she had all the answers, but perhaps she would be just as lost as he.

He wanted her to sleep. He wanted to continue holding her. This was still comfortable. No questions to answer, just questions to ponder. Things were still comfortable between them. How much longer would that last? He couldn't imagine that it would be absolutely fine between them. 

This was the first time he felt content with his life. He wasn't perfectly happy, nowhere near it. But he felt almost at peace. He hadn't forgotten that he was a vampire, and not a man. However, he was content and comfortable with his existence. He knew that he could accomplish something by fighting the demons the Powers sent him after. He could also have Fred as a balm for his soul, if she allowed it. He knew now that he wanted both.

Fred was stirred awake by a car horn blaring outside. He could feel her heartbeat quicken from the sudden noise. She didn't move at first. She opened her eyes and tried to remember where she was. It took a few moments for all the memories of the previous night to hit her. She was startled immobile as she realized that she was still in Angel's bed, and she was still draped over his chest.

She wanted to run and hide from the truth of all she had done. The Furies had made her hot and bothered, and apparently emboldened. She had shown no shame in her desire for him. Her behavior had been so unlike her. How could she possibly face what she had done? She was usually so shy and reserved, how could she explain that she had been under an influence?

Fred figured that it was possible that Angel was still asleep and she could postpone facing him. She could postpone the incredible, overwhelming embarrassment. Fred carefully and slowly disengaged her limbs from Angel's. It was a solid ten minutes before she had her feet on the floor. She stood up, clutching a blanket from the foot of the bed around her naked body. She absolutely avoided looking at the naked man in the bed; she just couldn't bring herself to do it. It felt best just to flee. She spotted her discarded clothes on the floor, and decided she needed to leave instead of taking the time to retrieve them.

Angel watched her, not sure what to do or what to say. She was trying to sneak away. He could tell by the way she had eased her way out of his arms and his bed that she had been trying to avoid waking him. He watched as she wrapped the blanket around her beautiful body. The spell was over, and it was clear that she was embarrassed about what had happened.

He couldn't let her leave like that. He couldn't let her regret what they had experienced together. Just as she started to take a step towards the door, the vampire reached up and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gasped in surprise as he pulled her back into bed. He wasn't about to let this end like that.

Fred landed flat on her back with the pillows under her head. Angel quickly trapped her under his body. She had no choice but to look up into his eyes. “Where are you going?” he asked with his trademark smirk in place.

She felt a pang of guilt at her intention of running away. She softly admitted, “I was going back to my room. I have - uh - occupied your time enough.”

He searched her face for signs of truth or reluctance to leave or regret or something that would clue him in to what she was thinking or feeling. She was blushing, but he couldn't read her emotions. He laughed quietly. “Occupied my time? Is that what you are calling it these days?”

Fred didn't know what to say. She wasn't ready to acknowledge what she had done, what she had started with him. She'd never been so uninhibited with anyone in all her life. She'd experienced things with Angel that she'd never admit to. She was no longer a virgin to some things because of him. There was so much to take in. She thought she needed time to digest it all. She couldn't do that with him in such close proximity. 

Angel had made her feel so good, so sexy, and so desired. Trapped beneath him only brought all those things back to her and made her want those things again. She was worried about their friendship. Could it withstand this detour into lover territory? She definitely didn't want to jeopardize that. Besides, she wasn't sure where to go from here.

Fred tentatively asked, “Angel, should we talk?”

Angel smiled as he leaned into her, his lips mere centimeters from hers. She could almost feel his lips moving against hers as he spoke the next words. “Nothing to talk about. It's the Furies.”

It was his use of the present tense that bothered her. She wasn't under their influence anymore. He must've known that. It was obvious from the way the Furies acted around him that he'd been intimate with each and every one of them at one point or another. It was actually assumed that he'd been with all three of them at the same time, numerous times.

Fred really didn't have the time to ponder or worry about his verb usage. All at once his lips were on hers, daring her to respond. She found it impossible to resist him. She allowed his tongue to taste hers as she did the same. His hands found hers that were still grasping the blanket around her. He eased her grip on the blanket so he could peel it away from her.

Angel had an agenda. He needed to convince the woman that they were good together, with or without the Furies. He wanted to make it clear that their friendship was stronger than ever, and that this could continue. He could sense that she wanted it as much as he. He knew that Fred, being who she was, would never consider continuing a physical affair between friends possible. They could be friends with benefits.

Angel sensed her hesitation in her kiss and as he freed the blanket from her body. He continued to kiss her but moved to the line of her throat. He nipped and licked at the column of skin. She suppressed a gasp. She couldn't encourage this, but it was so hard to deny something that felt so incredible.

He kissed his way back up and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Softly, he kneaded the sensitive skin between his teeth. Fred mewled reluctantly. Angel whispered, “How does that feel, lover?” Without waiting for her answer, knowing she wouldn't answer, he snaked his tongue into her ear. She panted, trying to conceal the lust filling her being. She wanted to touch him, but she wouldn't allow it; it took all her willpower not to run her fingers over his back, pulling him further into her.

He whispered into her ear again, “Do you like it?”

“Angel, we can't.”

He ran his hand up the side of her body and cupped her breast. Fred couldn't not respond; she arched into his touch. Challengingly, he whispered, “Tell me to stop.” His hand continued to knead her breast, adding extra pressure to the tip. “Tell me no, and I'll stop.” He leaned down and kissed the curve of her neck. He continued to kiss the line of her collarbone.

Fred pushed into his hand further as she gasped out, “We shouldn't.”

Angel slid his other hand to her neglected breast. He caressed both as he watched her reaction. She closed her eyes and arched completely off the bed. “Why shouldn't we? I know your body almost better than I know my own.”

He leaned down and licked each straining nipple. He blew air across each one, making her dizzy with need. She sighed his name in response. Angel sucked one peak into his mouth, continuing to find every way to torture her with pleasure. It was his only way to convince her that they were good together, and that this new aspect of their relationship could work.

Fred tried to fight the erotic things that Angel expertly did to her body. She was mostly worried about their friendship; she couldn't lose him as a friend. He meant too much to her to jeopardize their friendship. She couldn't encourage what he was doing to her, no matter how much her body craved it. She knew they had to talk, but it was taking all her concentration to try not to respond and return the caresses.

Over the course of their sexual adventures, Fred had enjoyed his body immensely. She had enjoyed touching him, getting to know his body in such a primal way. However she was a good girl and had never entered into a sexual relationship without emotions involved. The idea of a purely physical relationship was foreign to her, and had never entered her mind.

She didn't quite have the self-control to fight him. She didn't even have the self-control to say no or stop. She wanted his attentions more than she didn't want them. The situation just seemed wrong.

Angel leaned into her breasts, knowing she was still struggling with what to do. She had never been involved with a man that she wasn't in love with.

Realizing that she needed some sort of affirmation from him that it could work, she tried to get control of the situation. She didn't want to regret this an hour from now, or a day from now. Her friendship with Angel was the single most important thing in her life. Losing him would hurt her tremendously. To get his attention, she cupped his face between her hands and brought his face level with hers. She simply said, “Angel.”

It was filled with all the questions she wanted to ask, but couldn't quite phrase. She needed to know and he had to tell her. It wasn't going to happen any other way.

Angel stared deeply into her questioning gaze. “Baby, we are friends and nothing we do will ever change that. I like spending time with you in this way. If I thought for a moment that this would harm our friendship, I wouldn't pursue this.” 

That had done it. He had convinced her by seducing her mind. Angel watched as her expression changed from questioning to belief. It was clear that she was ready and willing.

Angel took that as her encouragement and consent, and it was. Fred was going to give herself to Angel completely, without the influence of the Furies or anyone else. She was herself, and Angel was free to follow his desire for her.

Angel gently ran his hand up along the inside of her thigh. Fred responded by shifting her legs wider. A barely audible sigh escaped from her, as Angel touched the curls covering her sex. When Angel worked just a fingertip within her, Fred completely surrendered. She sighed, “Oh, darlin'.”

He couldn't help but notice her use of a pet name with him. In all the hours they had spent together intimately, she had only called him by a pet name once. She had been playing with the mint chocolate chip ice cream at the time. She had called him lover, but she was just in a playful mood. This darlin' seemed different, genuine. He was touched. He was going to find every possible way to worship her.

As his fingertip caressed her along her opening, his lips and teeth found her earlobe again. He felt Fred's body respond to his finger. Her hips rocked slightly wanting more than just his hand within her. He felt her moistness seep to his fingertip to prepare her for his welcome intrusion

He knew her body; he knew how to please her. The sensations seemed to chase each other through her bloodstream. Wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded her almost making her want to beg for more.

Angel's lips and teeth continued to torment her ear, neck and shoulder. He drowned in her scent. His skin absorbed her heat, sharing in her body heat.

Fred could feel Angel's strong arousal against her inner thigh. He clearly wanted her as much as she desired him. As he worked his mouth to her straining nipples, Fred whimpered softly. Angel's finger wasn't touching her nearly as much as she craved it. His mouth wasn't nibbling on her nipple as much as she needed. He was just teasing.

It wasn't until she whimpered again that Angel removed his hand from her weeping center. He replaced it with his aching manhood. He had to relieve the tension, and Fred was the relief he sought. Fred opened her eyes questioningly. She couldn't figure out why he'd stopped.

Angel looked, truly looked, at the woman lying under him. She was amazing. He was mesmerized by the look in her eyes as she gazed back into his eyes. She held a look of complete trust and undeniable longing within her big brown eyes.

He whispered as he slid into her welcoming heat, “You're amazing.”

Fred couldn't even respond to his words, because she was so distracted by the feel of him embedded within her. She had been under the influence of the Furies when she had desired him before. It paled in comparison to the yearning she felt for him this time. This time was real, true desire and need.

The couple moved together, watching each other the entire time. It was slow and sensual. They weren't in any rush to achieve completion. They wanted to enjoy and savor their lovemaking. This was what it was all about, making each of them feel something special.

At first, Angel kept still, just loving the feel of Fred's body adjusting to his size. Her inner walls fluttered around him briefly. Fred had always enjoyed being with someone this way. It made her feel sexy and safe. She was maybe at her most vulnerable beneath a man, but she felt an incredible amount of security. And she knew Angel wouldn't hurt her, not unless she asked for it as she had in the shower.

Slowly and deliberately, Angel pulled almost completely out of her and buried himself within her again. Fred arched into him, wanting him to be as deep as he could get. She grasped at his shoulders pulling him into her further.

Fred eagerly sought his lips in a languid kiss. Nothing about this coupling was rushed. They wanted to etch every moment in their memory, as if it were the first time they were ever together. In a way, it was. In this, he was Angel, and she was Fred, no outside influence on them.

Angel rocked his hips into her slowly as their tongues tangled in a beautiful kiss. Her hot channel already seemed to be adjusting to his length. It felt thoroughly delicious. He loved how responsive a lover she was. Her entire body was in tune with his. Their lovemaking was gorgeous.

They spent a long time just keeping a slow, steady pace. Angel was high on her aroused scent. His ears perked at every slight sound from her, whether it was a sigh, a moan, or whispered exclamation.

Fred was fascinated by how his muscles flexed and relaxed under her hands as she ran her hands up and down his back. She marveled at the warmth of his skin. She knew that he was somehow sharing her heat; that it was really coming from her. That realization made her feel as if she was special.

Eventually they both sought more. Their pace increased, their touching and caressing more desperate. Even their kissing became more passionate. Fred wrapped one leg around Angel's hip to guide him to thrust deeper and quicker. She so wanted to climax with him.

As Angel got closer, he ripped his lips from hers, unable to concentrate on anything more than finding their orgasms. His thrusts increased to a frantic pace. Fred moaned with every movement. He was going to get there soon, and he was almost desperate for it. Before he could stop it, his features shifted to that of the demon.

Fred cried out softly, but not in fear, but in arousal. She was incredibly touched that she affected him so much that he lost control. She reached up and traced the deep ridges of his forehead with her thumb as his hips continued to piston in and out of her core.

Angel growled, fighting off his climax. Fred wasn't there yet, and he had to hold on until she was ready. She was right on the edge. She quickly turned her head to expose her neck, and pulled Angel's face to her bare skin. She needed to feel him in her in every possible way.

Angel tried to pull away from the incredible allure of the offer, but Fred wouldn't ease up on her grip around his neck. And he didn't really want to turn away. Carefully he eased his fangs into the sensitive skin of her throat. Fred screamed out his name as he growled into her throat, both in release. Her entire body quaked with her powerful orgasm. Angel sipped at her blood as he spilled himself deep within her womb.

After a few deep draws, Angel forced himself to stop drinking her rich blood. As he eased his fangs from her throat, Fred trembled further with another climax. Angel lapped at the wound as her body continued to flutter around him.

It took several minutes for them both to recover from the incredible high. When Angel finally looked at her again, his human features were back in place.

She smiled weakly up at him, with no energy to do more than that. He kissed her softly a couple of times before pulling out of her.

Before he rolled off of her, she caught his attention by cupping his face between her hands. She made him meet her eyes. “I was the one who wanted you. This was me, just me.” She needed him to know that it was just her that made love with him. She had been the one to share her blood with him willingly. She had been the one to share her body with him willingly.

He kissed her again softly before saying, “I know.”

Angel rolled off of her, pulling Fred into his embrace. He held her close for a long time. He was so moved that she had felt the need to make it clear that she was no longer under the influence of the Furies. She had been with him fully and completely.

Fred never felt closer to another as she did with Angel at that moment. She'd truly given her all to be with him. Finally, she spoke again. “Do you wanna go again?”

Part Five

Angel woke before his lover of the past few hours. She was still safely tucked into his embrace, their limbs incredibly twisted around each other. He watched her sleep; he couldn’t stop himself. He concentrated on her even breathing: the sound of it and the feel of it across his bare chest. He tried to resist the temptation of stroking her hair, but again couldn’t stop himself.

Although he knew differently from their antics, she’d never seemed anything less than innocent to him. She was cute, and funny, and quirky, and intelligent; she was nothing short of amazing. Why did it take hours of sex for him to realize that? She was meant to be worshipped, loved and treasured. He doubted he was the man to fulfill that position, and wasn’t entirely sure that he didn’t want to try.

Angel thought about how they would actually discuss what had happened between them. There was so much to say. Would this change their friendship? Would this new aspect of their relationship continue? How did this change the dynamic of Angel Investigations? Did this change them? Were they a couple?

He wasn’t sure about any of it. He did know that the spell or influence that had come over Fred was over. From his memories, the Furies influence was intense and swift. Within a few hours, the feelings ended. The affected being usually went to sleep after their activities, and when they woke, they were back to normal.

Angel wasn’t sure he was ready to give this up. It was true he hadn’t been intimate with a woman for a long time. But he wasn’t sure that was the explanation for his reluctance in letting Fred go. In their hours spent having sex, he’d grown a soft spot for her, even bigger and softer than before. It was difficult not to after all they’d done.

Angel wasn’t sure they could ignore what had happened between them. They’d been explosive together; that was difficult to let go of and pretend it never happened. However, could the relationship continue without growing into more? That bordered on dangerous territory, Angelus territory.

When the Angelus thought came to him, he immediately pulled his hand away from stroking her hair. He didn’t want to even tempt Angelus out. If he allowed too much sensitivity, it could lead to deeper feelings. Loving Fred was not an option. He could and did love her, as a friend, but romantic, deeper feelings were not an option.

Angel closed his eyes and tried to sleep again. Sleep eluded him with all the thoughts running through his mind. He couldn’t stop obsessing over what was going to happen when she awoke. Maybe she had all the answers, but perhaps she would be just as lost as he.

He wanted her to sleep. He wanted to continue holding her. This was still comfortable. No questions to answer, just questions to ponder. Things were still comfortable between them. How much longer would that last? He couldn’t imagine that it would be absolutely fine between them.

This was the first time he felt content with his life. He wasn’t perfectly happy, nowhere near it. But he felt almost at peace. He hadn’t forgotten that he was a vampire, and not a man. However, he was content and comfortable with his existence. He knew that he could accomplish something by fighting the demons the Powers sent him after. He could also have Fred as a balm for his soul, if she allowed it. He knew now that he wanted both.

Fred was stirred awake by a car horn blaring outside. He could feel her heartbeat quicken from the sudden noise. She didn’t move at first. She opened her eyes and tried to remember where she was. It took a few moments for all the memories of the previous night to hit her. She was startled immobile as she realized that she was still in Angel’s bed, and she was still draped over his chest.

She wanted to run and hide from the truth of all she had done. The Furies had made her hot and bothered, and apparently emboldened. She had shown no shame in her desire for him. Her behavior had been so unlike her. How could she possibly face what she had done? She was usually so shy and reserved, how could she explain that she had been under an influence?

Fred figured that it was possible that Angel was still asleep and she could postpone facing him. She could postpone the incredible, overwhelming embarrassment. Fred carefully and slowly disengaged her limbs from Angel’s. It was a solid ten minutes before she had her feet on the floor. She stood up, clutching a blanket from the foot of the bed around her naked body. She absolutely avoided looking at the naked man in the bed; she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It felt best just to flee. She spotted her discarded clothes on the floor, and decided she needed to leave instead of taking the time to retrieve them.

Angel watched her, not sure what to do or what to say. She was trying to sneak away. He could tell by the way she had eased her way out of his arms and his bed that she had been trying to avoid waking him. He watched as she wrapped the blanket around her beautiful body. The spell was over, and it was clear that she was embarrassed about what had happened.

He couldn’t let her leave like that. He couldn’t let her regret what they had experienced together. Just as she started to take a step towards the door, the vampire reached up and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gasped in surprise as he pulled her back into bed. He wasn’t about to let this end like that.

Fred landed flat on her back with the pillows under her head. Angel quickly trapped her under his body. She had no choice but to look up into his eyes. “Where are you going?” he asked with his trademark smirk in place.

She felt a pang of guilt at her intention of running away. She softly admitted, “I was going back to my room. I have – uh – occupied your time enough.”

He searched her face for signs of truth or reluctance to leave or regret or something that would clue him in to what she was thinking or feeling. She was blushing, but he couldn’t read her emotions. He laughed quietly. “Occupied my time? Is that what you are calling it these days?”

Fred didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t ready to acknowledge what she had done, what she had started with him. She’d never been so uninhibited with anyone in all her life. She’d experienced things with Angel that she’d never admit to. She was no longer a virgin to some things because of him. There was so much to take in. She thought she needed time to digest it all. She couldn’t do that with him in such close proximity.

Angel had made her feel so good, so sexy, and so desired. Trapped beneath him only brought all those things back to her and made her want those things again. She was worried about their friendship. Could it withstand this detour into lover territory? She definitely didn’t want to jeopardize that. Besides, she wasn’t sure where to go from here.

Fred tentatively asked, “Angel, should we talk?”

Angel smiled as he leaned into her, his lips mere centimeters from hers. She could almost feel his lips moving against hers as he spoke the next words. “Nothing to talk about. It’s the Furies.”

It was his use of the present tense that bothered her. She wasn’t under their influence anymore. He must’ve known that. It was obvious from the way the Furies acted around him that he’d been intimate with each and every one of them at one point or another. It was actually assumed that he’d been with all three of them at the same time, numerous times.

Fred really didn’t have the time to ponder or worry about his verb usage. All at once his lips were on hers, daring her to respond. She found it impossible to resist him. She allowed his tongue to taste hers as she did the same. His hands found hers that were still grasping the blanket around her. He eased her grip on the blanket so he could peel it away from her.

Angel had an agenda. He needed to convince the woman that they were good together, with or without the Furies. He wanted to make it clear that their friendship was stronger than ever, and that this could continue. He could sense that she wanted it as much as he. He knew that Fred, being who she was, would never consider continuing a physical affair between friends possible. They could be friends with benefits.

Angel sensed her hesitation in her kiss and as he freed the blanket from her body. He continued to kiss her but moved to the line of her throat. He nipped and licked at the column of skin. She suppressed a gasp. She couldn’t encourage this, but it was so hard to deny something that felt so incredible.

He kissed his way back up and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Softly, he kneaded the sensitive skin between his teeth. Fred mewled reluctantly. Angel whispered, “How does that feel, lover?” Without waiting for her answer, knowing she wouldn’t answer, he snaked his tongue into her ear. She panted, trying to conceal the lust filling her being. She wanted to touch him, but she wouldn’t allow it; it took all her willpower not to run her fingers over his back, pulling him further into her.

He whispered into her ear again, “Do you like it?”

“Angel, we can’t.”

He ran his hand up the side of her body and cupped her breast. Fred couldn’t not respond; she arched into his touch. Challengingly, he whispered, “Tell me to stop.” His hand continued to knead her breast, adding extra pressure to the tip. “Tell me no, and I’ll stop.” He leaned down and kissed the curve of her neck. He continued to kiss the line of her collarbone.

Fred pushed into his hand further as she gasped out, “We shouldn’t.”

Angel slid his other hand to her neglected breast. He caressed both as he watched her reaction. She closed her eyes and arched completely off the bed. “Why shouldn’t we? I know your body almost better than I know my own.”

He leaned down and licked each straining nipple. He blew air across each one, making her dizzy with need. She sighed his name in response. Angel sucked one peak into his mouth, continuing to find every way to torture her with pleasure. It was his only way to convince her that they were good together, and that this new aspect of their relationship could work.

Fred tried to fight the erotic things that Angel expertly did to her body. She was mostly worried about their friendship; she couldn’t lose him as a friend. He meant too much to her to jeopardize their friendship. She couldn’t encourage what he was doing to her, no matter how much her body craved it. She knew they had to talk, but it was taking all her concentration to try not to respond and return the caresses.

Over the course of their sexual adventures, Fred had enjoyed his body immensely. She had enjoyed touching him, getting to know his body in such a primal way. However she was a good girl and had never entered into a sexual relationship without emotions involved. The idea of a purely physical relationship was foreign to her, and had never entered her mind.

She didn’t quite have the self-control to fight him. She didn’t even have the self-control to say no or stop. She wanted his attentions more than she didn’t want them. The situation just seemed wrong.

Angel leaned into her breasts, knowing she was still struggling with what to do. She had never been involved with a man that she wasn’t in love with.

Realizing that she needed some sort of affirmation from him that it could work, she tried to get control of the situation. She didn’t want to regret this an hour from now, or a day from now. Her friendship with Angel was the single most important thing in her life. Losing him would hurt her tremendously. To get his attention, she cupped his face between her hands and brought his face level with hers. She simply said, “Angel.”

It was filled with all the questions she wanted to ask, but couldn’t quite phrase. She needed to know and he had to tell her. It wasn’t going to happen any other way.

Angel stared deeply into her questioning gaze. “Baby, we are friends and nothing we do will ever change that. I like spending time with you in this way. If I thought for a moment that this would harm our friendship, I wouldn’t pursue this.”

That had done it. He had convinced her by seducing her mind. Angel watched as her expression changed from questioning to belief. It was clear that she was ready and willing.

Angel took that as her encouragement and consent, and it was. Fred was going to give herself to Angel completely, without the influence of the Furies or anyone else. She was herself, and Angel was free to follow his desire for her.

Angel gently ran his hand up along the inside of her thigh. Fred responded by shifting her legs wider. A barely audible sigh escaped from her, as Angel touched the curls covering her sex. When Angel worked just a fingertip within her, Fred completely surrendered. She sighed, “Oh, darlin’.”

He couldn’t help but notice her use of a pet name with him. In all the hours they had spent together intimately, she had only called him by a pet name once. She had been playing with the mint chocolate chip ice cream at the time. She had called him lover, but she was just in a playful mood. This darlin’ seemed different, genuine. He was touched. He was going to find every possible way to worship her.

As his fingertip caressed her along her opening, his lips and teeth found her earlobe again. He felt Fred’s body respond to his finger. Her hips rocked slightly wanting more than just his hand within her. He felt her moistness seep to his fingertip to prepare her for his welcome intrusion

He knew her body; he knew how to please her. The sensations seemed to chase each other through her bloodstream. Wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded her almost making her want to beg for more.

Angel’s lips and teeth continued to torment her ear, neck and shoulder. He drowned in her scent. His skin absorbed her heat, sharing in her body heat.

Fred could feel Angel’s strong arousal against her inner thigh. He clearly wanted her as much as she desired him. As he worked his mouth to her straining nipples, Fred whimpered softly. Angel’s finger wasn’t touching her nearly as much as she craved it. His mouth wasn’t nibbling on her nipple as much as she needed. He was just teasing.

It wasn’t until she whimpered again that Angel removed his hand from her weeping center. He replaced it with his aching manhood. He had to relieve the tension, and Fred was the relief he sought. Fred opened her eyes questioningly. She couldn’t figure out why he’d stopped.

Angel looked, truly looked, at the woman lying under him. She was amazing. He was mesmerized by the look in her eyes as she gazed back into his eyes. She held a look of complete trust and undeniable longing within her big brown eyes.

He whispered as he slid into her welcoming heat, “You’re amazing.”

Fred couldn’t even respond to his words, because she was so distracted by the feel of him embedded within her. She had been under the influence of the Furies when she had desired him before. It paled in comparison to the yearning she felt for him this time. This time was real, true desire and need.

The couple moved together, watching each other the entire time. It was slow and sensual. They weren’t in any rush to achieve completion. They wanted to enjoy and savor their lovemaking. This was what it was all about, making each of them feel something special.

At first, Angel kept still, just loving the feel of Fred’s body adjusting to his size. Her inner walls fluttered around him briefly. Fred had always enjoyed being with someone this way. It made her feel sexy and safe. She was maybe at her most vulnerable beneath a man, but she felt an incredible amount of security. And she knew Angel wouldn’t hurt her, not unless she asked for it as she had in the shower.

Slowly and deliberately, Angel pulled almost completely out of her and buried himself within her again. Fred arched into him, wanting him to be as deep as he could get. She grasped at his shoulders pulling him into her further.

Fred eagerly sought his lips in a languid kiss. Nothing about this coupling was rushed. They wanted to etch every moment in their memory, as if it were the first time they were ever together. In a way, it was. In this, he was Angel, and she was Fred, no outside influence on them.

Angel rocked his hips into her slowly as their tongues tangled in a beautiful kiss. Her hot channel already seemed to be adjusting to his length. It felt thoroughly delicious. He loved how responsive a lover she was. Her entire body was in tune with his. Their lovemaking was gorgeous.

They spent a long time just keeping a slow, steady pace. Angel was high on her aroused scent. His ears perked at every slight sound from her, whether it was a sigh, a moan, or whispered exclamation.

Fred was fascinated by how his muscles flexed and relaxed under her hands as she ran her hands up and down his back. She marveled at the warmth of his skin. She knew that he was somehow sharing her heat; that it was really coming from her. That realization made her feel as if she was special.

Eventually they both sought more. Their pace increased, their touching and caressing more desperate. Even their kissing became more passionate. Fred wrapped one leg around Angel’s hip to guide him to thrust deeper and quicker. She so wanted to climax with him.

As Angel got closer, he ripped his lips from hers, unable to concentrate on anything more than finding their orgasms. His thrusts increased to a frantic pace. Fred moaned with every movement. He was going to get there soon, and he was almost desperate for it. Before he could stop it, his features shifted to that of the demon.

Fred cried out softly, but not in fear, but in arousal. She was incredibly touched that she affected him so much that he lost control. She reached up and traced the deep ridges of his forehead with her thumb as his hips continued to piston in and out of her core.

Angel growled, fighting off his climax. Fred wasn’t there yet, and he had to hold on until she was ready. She was right on the edge. She quickly turned her head to expose her neck, and pulled Angel’s face to her bare skin. She needed to feel him in her in every possible way.

Angel tried to pull away from the incredible allure of the offer, but Fred wouldn’t ease up on her grip around his neck. And he didn’t really want to turn away. Carefully he eased his fangs into the sensitive skin of her throat. Fred screamed out his name as he growled into her throat, both in release. Her entire body quaked with her powerful orgasm. Angel sipped at her blood as he spilled himself deep within her womb.

After a few deep draws, Angel forced himself to stop drinking her rich blood. As he eased his fangs from her throat, Fred trembled further with another climax. Angel lapped at the wound as her body continued to flutter around him.

It took several minutes for them both to recover from the incredible high. When Angel finally looked at her again, his human features were back in place.

She smiled weakly up at him, with no energy to do more than that. He kissed her softly a couple of times before pulling out of her.

Before he rolled off of her, she caught his attention by cupping his face between her hands. She made him meet her eyes. “I was the one who wanted you. This was me, just me.” She needed him to know that it was just her that made love with him. She had been the one to share her blood with him willingly. She had been the one to share her body with him willingly.

He kissed her again softly before saying, “I know.”

Angel rolled off of her, pulling Fred into his embrace. He held her close for a long time. He was so moved that she had felt the need to make it clear that she was no longer under the influence of the Furies. She had been with him fully and completely.

Fred never felt closer to another as she did with Angel at that moment. She’d truly given her all to be with him. Finally, she spoke again. “Do you wanna go again?”

The End

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