Angel grins widely as he speeds off towards the cemetery, he can't believe how easy it was to ensnare Cordy. He can't wait until he can tell Spike. But first, patrol.

Buffy is working through patrol, with Xander and Willow in tow. So far it's been routine, mostly staking new vamps. She's a little impatient for Angel to arrive. How long could it take to settle Spike down at the mansion anyway?

As he enters the gates Angel slows down and reaches out with his senses. Pinpointing Buffy's location and that of Xander and Willow, he heads off in their direction.

Xander and Willow are trailing behind Buffy, desperately trying not to look at each other too much. Their snatched kisses of the last few days are fresh in their minds and making them itch with both discomfort and the desire for more.

Approaching behind the humans Angel can sense the waves of emotion around and between them and has to smother a grin. Seems that magical push won't need to be all that strong after all.

Buffy feels a little tug in her gut and looks up, ready to fight a vampire, and then sees Angel approaching. She smiles funnily at him. "Oh, hi, Angel."

"Hi Buffy." Angel replies with a slight smile as he ducks his head. Hiding the swirling thoughts in his eyes from her not-so-observant gaze, but it's best to be cautious.

"Hi Angel!" Willow says, a little too perkily.

"Deadboy." Grumps Xander.

"Willow. Xander." Angel replies, giving Willow a soft smile. Willow smiles back at Angel, with her usual sweetness. Angel seems so nice, especially lately.

"So is Spike...I mean William...all settled in?" Buffy asks, not concealing her disdain for Spike.

Angel sighs and nods. "Yeah." Giving her a disappointed look at her tone he explains. "Sorry I took so long. There was a small...episode. But I got him settled eventually."

"Oh. Good. Well so far it's been pretty quiet, anyway." As if on cue, a group of tentacled demons approaches from a clump of trees.

'Stupid cow. Doesn't she know by now that comments like that only jinx her?' Angel thinks, annoyed, and then has to hide a smirk as Xander makes a comment which echoes his thoughts, but without the anti-Buffy twist.

Pulling a long knife out of his coat Angel sighs again, fatalistically, "Dammit, I knew I should have brought an axe."

Buffy pulls out her sword to go to work. "Giles says that he thinks stabbing them in the central eye will work."

"Right." Angel nods and advances towards the demons. The fight is quick, but extremely messy. Both Willow and Buffy end up with an unpleasant purple slime streaking their clothes.

"Ugh. I don't know why I even *bother* wearing nice clothes out to patrol in," Buffy says. "I'll have to go home to change."

"Me too," Willow says. "It's almost time for me to go take over for Cordelia to watch Oz."

'Call those nice clothes? More like slutwear.' Angel thinks to himself, cruelly. "Um, I could give you a lift home to get changed Willow." He suggests, taking the chance to be alone with her, "And then drop you at the school. I left my car not that far off."

"Would you?" Willow asks. "That'd be nice. It's a long walk back home."

Xander bristles at the thought of Deadboy taking Willow anywhere. "How about Buffy?" He asks.

"Oh, Xander, it's only a few blocks to *my* house from here," Buffy says. Though inwardly she's disappointed not to get private time with Angel.

"It's no problem Willow." Angel gives her another soft smile. Turning to Buffy, he can read her disappointment clearly and smirks internally. "I'll meet up with you and Xander once I've picked up Cordy?" He says, keeping his tone hesitant, as if deferring to Buffy.

Buffy nods. "Sure. We'll be at the next cemetery over."

"Ok then." Angel nods and puts a gentle hand on Willow's gunk-free shoulder. "I'll see you there." Buffy nods and moves off, Xander following with a glare back at Angel.

Willow looks up at Angel. "It's so nice of you to offer me a ride, really. I hate that I'm going to get gunk in your car."

"It's no problem." Angel repeats, "Really. And I've got a small tarp in the trunk." He smiles down at her as he guides her towards his car. "Like you said, it's a long walk to your house."

She walks along with him. She feels a little warm wobble in her stomach as he guides her with that hand on her back. There's something different in how Angel is treating her. No, can't be. Must be her imagination.

The walk to his car takes a good ten minutes. Angel makes good use of the time, pumping her subtly for information about her, her parents, and how much Oz remembers of his wolf-time.

All the time they're walking, Angel keeps up the gentle guiding touches to her shoulder and back. Once he even brushes the top curve of her ass, under the guise of catching hold of her hips when she stumbles. "Are you allright?" He asks with concern as she teeters a little.

"Fine," She says, coloring a little as she realizes Angel just touched her ass. She's sure it was innocent. After all, he just saved her from falling. And Angel was in love with Buffy, right? So no way he was even looking at her. Besides, she's with Oz. Well, except for the kisses she and Xander have been having.

"Are you sure? You look a little flushed. Is it the slime, you don't feel dizzy?" Angel ups the concerned tone, brushing a streak of slime off of her face with a gentle, lingering touch.

Her coloring gets deeper as he touches her face. He has *really* nice hands. "No, really, I'm fine." Then her brow furrows. "You think the slime could be dangerous or something?"

"Well, I hope not." Angel replies worriedly. "We'd best get you home and into the shower." Returning his hand to the small of her back, he guides them more quickly over the remaining distance to his car.

Willow gets fidgety. "Well..." She looks up at Angel. "Maybe I should take off my shirt. It's got a lot of the slime on it."

Nearly crowing inside, Angel says with hesitance, "Well, if you think it's a good idea, and feel comfortable. I think I might have a spare T-shirt or something in the car if you'd prefer?"

"I've got a bra on. It should be ok. Unless it would make you uncomfortable."

"Um. No, no. That's fine." As they reach the car, Angel switches off the alarms and wards. Popping the truck he fetches out the tarp, which he quickly spreads over the passenger seat. He looks up at Willow, standing and blushing as she holds the hem of her shirt and gives her a sweet smile. "Did you want to take it off now?"

Willow drops her eyes. "Umm, yeah." She carefully lifts the shirt, bunching it to trap the slime inside and then lifting it over her head. She has a lacy dark green bra underneath, pretty against her pale skin in the moonlight. She's unaccountably nervous. It's not like Angel would really be *looking* at her, anyway, right?

Angel keeps his face soft and friendly as he looks her over. He admires the milky tone of her skin, almost as pale and perfect as a vampire, and the way her blush travels down her face and neck and onto the top of her chest. The color of her bra provides a pleasing contrast, and the laciness, implies that Sweet Little Willow, may not be quite so innocent as she would have people believe.

"You sure you don't want the T-shirt?" He asks, injecting just the right amount of please-say-no-but-I-know-I-should-ask-and-I-should-want-you-to-say-yes into his voice.

Willow looks up, blinking a little in surprise at his tone. He *was* looking. She smiles before she can help herself, a little gratified that he's noticed her. "Umm, no, I'm fine. Really." She settles into the car. She's always thought her looks couldn't even compare to either Buffy's or Cordelia's, and of course Angel has seen lots of beautiful women.

Shutting the door, as she settles inside, Angel smiles at her again, a little less softly and allows his appreciation to show. Moving swiftly around the car he settles into the drivers seat.

Willow fidgets a little nervously as he starts the car, her initial bravado fading a bit. "I don't normally wear underwear like this," she starts babbling a bit. "It's a gift from Oz. I know he won't remember anything but I like to wear it anyway. Anyway, it won't be any problem you coming home because my parents are away right now, and..." Her voice trails off as she realizes she is babbling.

Angel starts to drive them towards Willow's home, and smiles over at her fondly. "I'm sure he appreciates knowing that you wear them for him. I know I would."

Willow blushes again. "Oh. Do you...do you buy stuff for Buffy?"

Angel forces himself to hide his revulsion, but lets his face drop. "No, that wouldn't be a good idea."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." Willow puts her hand on Angel's arm in sympathy and apology.

"That's ok." He says with a slight smile. "But I'm sure, if I did, she wouldn't look any prettier than you do in those." Angel's tone is light, but he shudders with the thought of seeing the slayer naked again.

Willow blushes. "Oh, no, Buffy is *so* much prettier than I am."

"You shouldn't say that Willow." Angel replies, with slight censure, "You're a very pretty woman. Oz is a lucky boy getting to buy anything for you. Let alone anything as intimate as underwear."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh, um I'm just saying. Any man would be lucky to be with someone like you." Angel acts a little shy, as if he's maybe said something he shouldn't.

Willow looks over at Angel, eyes wide. "Well no one ever even noticed me before Oz. I mean, I was crazy about Xander for years and he never noticed me, just noticed women like Buffy and Cordelia."

"I think maybe Xander was uncomfortable with seeing you like that when you were so close that's all. I think he did notice you." Angel soothes, wondering if that's the truth. If it isn't then the boy was an idiot. "You and Cordy are both very beautiful women. A boy like Xander couldn't help but notice that."

"Well *everybody* notices Cordelia. I mean, she's so pretty and popular and dresses so nice and everything." Willow's voice is a *little* warm when discussing Cordelia. She has noticed Cordelia herself, though she doesn't like to think about that too much.

Angel's ears perk up at the tone of her voice. 'Hmm seems his idea of having Cordy play with Willow is quite achievable after all. Maybe Willow might be persuaded to 'make it up' to Cordy for messing around with her 'boyfriend' Angel muses wickedly.

"Yes she is." Angel agrees. "But you could be too, if you made the most of your looks and figure. Why don't you ask her for some advice?" He suggests.

"You think she would give me advice?" Willow asks, the question clear in her voice. "I don't think she likes me very much."

"Why would you think that? What reason would she have *not* to like you?" He asks sneakily, as they pull into her drive. He looks over at her as he parks the car, waiting for her reply.

"Well, I mean, she's popular, and I'm not," Willow says, her eyes evading his.

"But that doesn't mean that she doesn't like you, does it?"

"In high school it does. Her friends are practically threatening to disown her over Xander, since he's not one of the popular people either."

"Ah, but it hasn't stopped her from being with him. Or from hanging out with you guys has it?" Angel gets out of the car and comes round to help Willow out of the passenger side, offering his hand.

"No. But she always makes it clear how much cooler she is than us." Willow takes his hand and lifts up, the cool night air hitting her bare skin as she shivers, as her tight nipples are clearly visible under the lacy cups.

Angel lets his eyes flicker over her bare chest, lingering on her nipples, before looking away, not wanting to scare her. "She's probably just acting how she's supposed to." He shrugs, shutting the door and locking the car.

"Probably." Willow heads towards the house, digging her key out of her jeans pocket and unlocking the door. "Oh, I have to invite you in, right? Please come in."

"Thank you Willow." Angel smiles as he crosses the threshold, feeling the barrier disperse across his skin.

"Yeah, I almost forgot you haven't been in since..." Her voice trails off, not wanting to remind him about Angelus. "Anyway, I should go shower." She heads up the stairs towards her room.

Angel watches her go, eyes on the slight sway of her hips and feels his cock, which had softened at the sight of the slayer, harden slightly in his pants. He's sure she'll submit and cry so prettily when he spreads her tight little cunt open wide around his cock. Grinning lecherously, he turns away and starts to explore.

Willow goes into her room, stripping off the slime-soaked jeans and skimming out of her underwear, heading off to shower. She luxuriates in the hot water, and finds herself unaccountably thinking about Angel touching her, looking at her.

As the shower starts, Angel stealthily creeps up the stairs to stand outside the bathroom, listening. When he's sure she's busy, he quietly opens the door just enough to slip inside. Closing the door almost to, he looks into the mirror, which shows him a perfect view of Willow's petite form.

Willow runs hands over herself, cupping her breasts and looking at them. She wonders how they compare to Buffy's. Angel certainly did take a good look at her in her bra. Angel feels himself harden fully as he takes in the sight of her hands on her breasts.

They're small, but not too small, and they'll probably fit just right in Cordy's hands. His eyes trail down her body to the curve of her hips and down to the auburn curls between her pale thighs.

She sighs and starts scrubbing over the rest of her body. She knows she can't *really* compare to Buffy. And certainly not to Cordelia, with her lush figure. She's seen Cordelia in the shower at gym. She blushes a little, remembering, and slips her fingers into her cunt, rubbing her clit and moaning.

Oh this is priceless. Angel had simply expected a quick chance to take in her body, to fuel his plans and fantasies. But here was Sweet Little Willow touching herself, with a vampire - supposedly - downstairs waiting for her. Her moans are soft and breathy and he looks forward to making her moan from his touch.

Willow strokes her clit harder and then presses two fingers deep inside herself, thrusting, picturing Cordelia, and then, Angel. She's seen his chest when he and Buffy practice, and she bites her lip as she imagines them both touching her.

Angel cups himself through his slacks, stroking his hard cock, wondering who she's thinking about that's getting her so hot.

She doesn't even know why she's thinking about them rather than Oz or Xander, but it must be because of her conversation with Angel. Yes, that must be it. She moans out their names, very softly, as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.

'Well, well, well. How positively delicious. ' Angel grins wickedly as he picks out his name and Cordy's from the sounds of her moans. To think, he thought that Cordy was the only one wanting to be a slut. Whereas he knows that Buffy is a slut, but is just denying it.

Willow keeps thrusting and muffles the little cry as she cums with her other hand, slumping back against the tiled wall of the shower, her eyes glazed and then sliding shut.

The sight of Willow flushed and panting in the wake of her orgasm, and the smell of her juices coating her hands and thighs, has Angel struggling not to pounce and bend her over. But he controls himself, barely and takes the opportunity to slide back out of the room.

Willow recovers and finishes cleaning up, turning off the shower, drying off, and pulling on fresh clothes. Demure mid-thigh shorts and a fresh T-shirt, with a sports bra and cotton panties underneath. After all, it will be hot in the library. She comes downstairs. "Sorry you had to wait so long."

Downstairs Angel closes his eyes and manages to control himself despite the fact that the back of his eyelids are painted with the beautiful sight of Willow in the throes of orgasm. One which quickly adapts to one where Cordy is on her knees with her hand between Willow's thighs. As Willow comes down the stairs, he shakes his mind free of the images and forces a soft smile. "No problem."

"You're really nice to do all this." She smiles warmly at Angel, trying not to think of her little fantasy in the shower. "Ready to go?"

"Sure." He nods, walking towards where she stands in the doorway. "You've got everything?"

She nods. "Yes. I'll just read at the library to pass the time while I'm watching over Oz." She smiles. "I'm studying magic."

"I'm glad." Angel smiles following her out the door, "I was a little worried about you not receiving any training after the spell to return my soul. I'm glad that Giles has decided to train you."

"Oh, no, I'm studying on my own, mostly."

"Oh!" Angel says, shocked. "What does Giles say about that?"

"I don't think he really notices. He's all wrapped up dealing with Buffy."

"You should really be getting training." Angel frowns down at her as he helps her into the car.

Willow shrugs. "Where would I get it? Giles is too busy."

Sliding into the driver's seat, Angel looks across at her, "Well, if you want, I can look into finding a teacher for you."

"Would you?" Willow asks, trying not to sound too eager.

"Of course." Angel offers her another smile, which dims slightly when he continues, "But, he or she may not be totally human. Would that be a problem?"

"Well no. Why should it be?" Willow asks innocently.

"Umm, well, I know that Giles has taught Buffy the rather simplistic idea that humans are good and demons and other beings are bad." Angel says quietly, looking away uncomfortably and pulling out onto the road.

"Oh. Well I've studied too many of the books to believe that. There's lots of innocuous demons. And of course, I mean, I've been around *you*."

Angel gives her bright smile. "Thank you Willow. It's nice to now that you're still comfortable with me, being alone with me, after what happened."

"But that was Angelus. I mean, you've got your soul and everything now. I can't blame you for what happened when you didn't have it. It wasn't your fault."

"Thanks." He says, ducking his head. "That's very noble of you. I know that Xander and Giles don't feel the same way."

"Really? That's terrible. I mean, you've helped us so much."

Shrugging he says, "Well, I guess I can't really blame Giles. I mean, I do look like Angelus. I guess at times, it's hard for him to remember the difference."

Willow shakes her head. "Well still...people deserve the benefit of the doubt. Like William. I'm sure you don't blame him for what he did before he got the soul."

"Of course not. I don't blame him for anything." Angel replies. "I wanted to thank you for being so welcoming towards him, you and Cordy. Especially since Buffy and Xander were so, well, hostile." As they pull up in front of the school, Angel parks the car and leans over. Pressing a kiss to her cheek he murmurs "Thank you."

Willow blushes. "You're welcome." She squirms a bit in her seat.

Angel helps her out of the car once more and places his hand on the small of her back again, as they walk inside. They're a little early, and he wonders if Cordy is still dressed in her cheerleading clothes, and if so, how Willow will react. He feels his own reaction clearly as his cock throbs a little.

Cordy hears them come in. She's still in her little clothes, though she's sponged off a bit. It was necessary because after Angel left she masturbated while thinking of him. Despite cleaning up, the smell is still obvious to Angel.

As Willow precedes him into the library, Angel looks Cordy up and down from behind her back. Sniffing obviously, he grins wickedly at her, licking his lips. Cordy bites her lips and shifts a bit as Angel's expression makes it clear he knows what happened.

Willow looks at Cordelia in her little clingy outfit, her body barely concealed, and her little shower fantasy comes back to her. She shifts a little and there's a wetness between her legs.

Angel glances over at the cage and notices with satisfaction, that though he's quivering with reaction to Cordy, Oz seems to have not moved from his position against the far wall. His attention is caught by the burst of arousal from Willow and he grins again. "Everything ok Cordy? Oz hasn't been any trouble?" He asks, knowing she'll pick up on what he means.

"No, no trouble," Cordy says, licking her lips.

"Good." Angel replies moving across the room. "Willow, why don't you go with Cordy while she gets changed, and catch her up on what happened on patrol?" Angel suggests, his eyes meeting Cordy's with a wicked glint.

Cordy raises an eyebrow. Angel shakes his head slightly in return. Willow nods, blushing. "Sure, Angel, that's a great idea."

"I'll watch Oz then." He says, smiling, face once more soft and friendly as he looks at Willow.

"Thanks Angel. You're so nice." Willow goes off with Cordy towards the restroom, leaving Oz and Angel alone in the library.

Angel gets up and saunters over the cage, his gaze meeting Oz-wolf's. He growls a little and the wolf drops his eyes with a whine. "Have you had a nice time puppy? Stuck here smelling Cordy's quim and knowing you can't have it hmm?" He asks rhetorically. "As she touched herself thinking about me right here in this room, putting on a show for the filthy little doggy that can't have her." Oz growls a little but it soon chokes off as Angel's yellow gaze glares at him.

"Oh yeah, I bet you really enjoyed that. And while you were, I was having a nice little peek at your girl in the shower." Angel taunts. "Hmm, what a lovely little treat. You must be a fool not to have fucked her yet." Angel cups himself, rubbing at his hard cock. "But don't worry Wolfy, Angel's gonna take care of your oversight real soon. I'll fuck your girl real good."

In the bathroom Willow is trying to pretend she's not looking at Cordelia's naked form as she sponges off after pulling off the sweaty little cheerleading outfit. Cordelia is apparently oblivious to the show she's putting on for Willow.

"Gonna tell you a secret wolf-boy. You innocent little girlfriend, is not only messing around with another man, but she's touching her little virgin quim, and calling out my name and Cordy's." Angel chuckles evilly, "Well, I guess I'll just have to make that fantasy a reality for her won't I?"

Oz-wolf whines pitifully. "Aww, don't worry." Angel smirks, "Maybe I'll decide to give my Boy his very own puppy. Would you like that? See how long puppy lasts before he breaks you into pieces. We might let you watch us fuck your pretty little Willow. I bet she'll cry when we do." Angel sighs, pressing himself against the bars of the cage, and rubbing a little. "Oh yeah, so pretty."

Cordelia finishes changing into a little short skirt and skimpy top, and heads with Willow back to the library.

Hearing them coming, Angel gives the wolf a grin, before backing away and sitting down. His face once more that of Angel the broody souled vamp.

The two of them come into the library, Willow radiating her arousal, eyes down, and Cordelia flouncing in her barely-there outfit. Angel smiles at them, hiding his glee and asks, "You ready Cordy?"

"All ready," she replies brightly. "See you later, Willow. I'll come by and give you and Oz a ride home in the morning, ok?"

Willow nods, blushing a little. "Thanks, Cordy. That would be great."

Angel stands and walks over to them. "I'll see you tomorrow then Willow." He says, leaning down to give her a brief hug, long enough that she can feel his arousal, but not long enough for her to be sure.

She blushes even more in confusion, with a guilty look at Oz. "Thanks, Angel. For everything."

"You're welcome." He gives her a friendly smile as he follows Cordy out of the room.

When they're in the car, Cordelia turns to Angel. "So what's the deal with Willow?"

Looking back at her, he smirks wickedly. "I had to give her a lift home to get showered. Guess what I heard her do while she was in there?"

She looks over at Angel. "Oh, you wicked vampire." Her tone is teasing. "What did sweet innocent Willow do?"

"She was touching herself. Guess what *names* I heard her moan?"

She blinks. "Names?"

Angel hums and nods. "Yeah. *Names*."

"Oooo, do tell," Cordy says, shifting in her seat, squirming a little against the leather.

"Well, when she had two fingers thrusting inside her..." Angel begins, grinning at Cordy's squirming.

"Angel...." She whines, squirming some more.

Slowing the car, he leans towards her, "I distinctly heard her moan two names. Mine..." Whispering in her ear he says, "...and yours."

She bites her lips and squirms some more, a definite scent of arousal in the car now. "Oh, wow. Willow, who would've thought?"

Angel leans back into his own seat. "I know. Who indeed?" He chuckles. "I think that turns you on. Knowing that she wants you. Is it making you wet Cordy?" He asks, voice smooth and low.

Cordy squirms some more in her seat, her nipples hardening under the thin top. "Yes it is," she whispers.

"I'll tell you something else too."

"What?" She asks, eyes dilated with lust.

Dropping his hand into his lap, Angel strokes over his groin. "Willow looks delicious when she comes."

"Oh, god," Cordy moans. "You watched her, didn't you?" Her eyes are drawn to his hand, stroking over that enormous bulge.

"I did." Angel grins, "I snuck into her bathroom and watched her touch and stroke her breasts and pussy. Watched her bite her hand to smother her cries as she came." He purrs, eyes gleaming.

She licks her lips. "Is she pretty, when she's naked? I haven't seen her."

"Oh yes." Angel nods, watching her tongue run along her plump lips. "Such pale skin, small firm breasts, tight ass, tiny waist and, well she's definitely a natural redhead."

Cordy flushes with arousal, imagining Willow masturbating while thinking of her and Angel, and also seeing Angel stroking himself. She squirms against the leather, sending shocks through her clit.

"I couldn't help my mind wandering while I was watching her. Comparing the two of you, imagining you together..." Angel purrs, smelling Cordy's arousal in the air.

"Oh, god, Angel," Cordy moans, biting her lip.

"Would you like that, like to play with her? Kiss her, touch her? While William and I watch?" As he parks the car near to the cemetery. He leans closer, sliding his hand along the back of her seat, fingers brushing the back of her neck.

She breathes faster, moaning, rubbing harder against the seat, shivering as he touches her. "Yes. Oh god yes." Her dark lust-filled eyes meet his.

Leaning even closer her, his mouth inches from hers as he speaks, "You can't wait can you? So desperate to belong to me. To do whatever I tell you to?"

She pants and bites her lip again. "Yes, Angel, I want to belong to you."

"Good girl." He purrs. "Remember, this time tomorrow night, you'll be mine. And I'll take you, just like you want."

Cordy nods. "I remember. I trust you."

"That's my Cordelia." He smiles, cupping her face with one large hand. "You'll be able to act normal until then, won't you? Make sure that everyone sees Queen C instead of the woman that belongs to me?"

Cordy nods. "Yes Angel. I promise."

"Very good." He says, moving closer and kissing the air centimeters from her mouth.

Cordy moans. "God, Angel, what you do to me."

"I'm making you mine. Like you were born to be." He replies, dark eyes boring into hers. Cordy is almost hypnotized by his eyes, looking into them, feeling her will slipping away.

Angel can feel her submitting, and has to battle with his demon not to ignore the plan and take her right now, but he finally persuades it to back off. Pulling away, he brushes his thumb over her panting lips. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," She moans. And then takes a deep breath, putting on her Queen C face as she gets out of the car.

Climbing out of the car himself, Angel locks it and comes around to stand beside her. He gives her an approving nod and a wide smile. "Shall we?" He asks, sweeping his arm towards the cemetery.

She nods. "Yes," and heads out with him to join the others.