They Being Willow and Angel belong to Joss:The songs Higher and Arms wide open belong to creed. No spoilers.
Angel stirred reluctant to leave the dreams of red haired hackers, and passion too long denied, his groggy, sleep drugged mind, slowly began to clear and the first thing Angel was aware of was the warm body pressing intimately against his own cool one, naked, he was naked and so was the warm soft body of the woman who lay in his arms.
When dreaming I'm guided through another world Time and time again At sunrise I fight to stay asleep 'Cause I don't want to leave the comfort of this place 'Cause there's a hunger, a longing to escape From the life I live when I'm awake
Was he dreaming? He hoped not as he caught sight of the splash of silken red hair that lay across his naked chest, shifting slightly to look down at the peacefully sleeping face, he recalled exactly how he’d gotten here. Exactly how comfort and love and escalated into mind numbing passion. He smiled softly watching her breath, feeling her hand rest over where his heart should beat a steady rhythm. She had been like flame, burning away his already precarious control and whispering through his system till desire had burned like wild fire. He growled softly at the memory of soft flesh being slowly revealed and explored for the first time, flesh that he’d only dreamed of knowing.
So let's go there Let's make our escape Come on, let's go there Let's ask can we stay? Can you take me higher?
Her eyes fluttered open, locking on his, no surprise there, only a warm smile that set any doubt he had at ease. Leaning down he captured her lips tenderly, eager to reclaim that which was so newly his. He growled, and a soft laugh escaped Willow’s lips. She loved the sounds she’d been able to drew from him the night before, the sound of his gasp as she’d leaned his skin with restless, lips, tongue and fingertips. She smiled lifting her naked form slightly away from the vampires to look at the marks that surprisingly enough still stood in contrast to his pale hard flesh. Scratches created in the heat of passion, ran down to his well-muscled stomach and she knew well that the vampire’s shoulder blade most likely bore the reminder of her earth shattering release.
To the place where blind men see Can you take me higher? To the place with golden streets Although I would like our world to change
She’d never known such pleasure, Angel had made love to her in a way that no one had ever made love to her, as though it was his right, as though each kiss, each sweeping glide of his tongue into her mouth, each moan that passed her lips, was already his, and he was merely collecting them. He’d made love to her as though the reality of her pleasure had been as important and satisfying for him as his own. He’d taken her to places she’d never believed existed and now all she wanted to do was fall back into the wonderful meal storm of sensation. Of lips, hands, tongues, bodies moving desperately together, frantic and lingering. He loved her well into the morning hours making her forget with his skilled touch and tender loving words that she had ever denied them.
It helps me to appreciate Those nights and those dreams But, my friend, I'd sacrifice all those nights If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same The only difference is To let love replace all our hate
He’s filed away ever nuance and sound of the night before, just incase she came to her senses in the dawn’s early light, only the tender look in her eyes, hadn’t changed even as morning progressed. Progressed, not that they had moved, or that they had any intention of moving, each time she appeared to think about moving about officially leaving the safety of his embrace, she would burry her face into the cool warmth of his chest and begin placing soft tender kisses over each contour, relearning the skin and sinew and muscle as though it would have changed in the moments they had taken to recollect themselves after their latest bout of love making.
So let's go there Let's make our escape Come on, let's go there Let's ask can we stay?
Willow sighed, looking down at the man that lay easily beneath her, whose form she now knew nearly as well as her own. A question in her green gaze, his dark brown fathomless and deep. She smiled hoping to let him know that nothing was wrong that nothing had changed, that she did indeed love him.
“Angel?” She whispered caressing his cheek. The vampire turned his head purring softly into her touch, “yes.” He answered his voice still gravelly from the shared passion.
“I love you.” She whispered softly, before pressing her lips to his again. Angel smiled brightly up at her, “I love you to Willow.” Angel said, pulling her tightly against him, wrapping himself about her, to rest, again.
Up high I feel like I'm alive for the very first time Up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams And make them mine
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