Touch of Evil
Part 13 **And I don't cry for yesterday. There's an ordinary world somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world I will learn to survive.** ~Ordinary World by Duran Duran~ "Hey Will, long time no see, huh." Buffy broke into a huge grin at the sight of her best friend. Before she knew it, Willow had stepped outside to wrap her old friend in a huge hug. Buffy returned the embrace with equal fervor. "My God, Buffy, I just can't believe it's really you. It wasn't for the fact that all my dreams are actually nightmares, I'd think this was one." Buffy winced at Willow's casual joking, but chose not to comment. There'd be time for serious talking later. Right now Buffy wanted to enjoy the reunion. As the two friends pulled apart, they each fell into a visual examination of the other, noting the physical changes time and circumstance had wrought. Buffy silently took in the hacker's half dressed, mussed hair appearance with a slight smirk. Her friend had done a lot of changing in the past year. She could tell, just from the tilt of her head and the way Willow held herself. This new Willow standing before her was one who felt completely comfortable with her body, exuding a confidence that was wholly feminine. The transformation from the shy girl Buffy had befriended all those years ago was startling, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. Willow's own eyes widened as she took in the numerous yellowish purple bruises covering the various parts of the slayer's body. "Buffy, what happened to you? And what are you doing in Italy? Is Giles with you? How did you know where to find me?" Once Willow started with the questions she found she couldn't stop. If Buffy hadn't interrupted, she would have kept on. There was just too much she wanted to know. Buffy held up a hand. "Will, stop. Take a breathe. Now, how bout you invite me in, we eat a little dinner cause airplane food- not a good thing- and then I'll explain everything." Willow was instantly remorseful. "Of course, how silly of me. Come in Buffy, I'll make you some dinner." As Willow turned to lead her friend inside, she almost ran smack into the momentarily forgotten Adrian, who was still standing frozen in the doorway, the expression on his face unreadable. Feeling flustered, Willow slipped into her trademark babbling. "I am such a doof, I mean, first I don't even think about how Buffy must be hungry and tired from the long flight and then I forget to even introduce you guys. I swear, sometimes I don't know where my mind is. You know, I'm just surprised by all of this… and there I go again, going off and forgetting the point. Adrian, this is Buffy, slayer extraordinare and my best friend. Buffy, this is Adrian, my angel in disguise." Angel frowned slightly, his eyebrows twitching at Willow's coincidental, though incredibly apt, choice of words. Buffy, meanwhile, was busy giving Adrian an appreciative once over before extending her hand forward. "It's nice to meet you, Adrian. I've heard a lot about you- all good by the way." Angel drew in a sharp breath, pulling himself together long enough to grasp the proffered hand and reply. "I've heard a lot about you too Buffy- the pleasure is mine." Willow was too busy heading towards the kitchen to notice the exchange between the two closest people in her life, nor the look of pain marring Adrian's handsome features as Buffy brushed past him to follow Willow into the house. She paused to glance back at Adrian, who still stood in the same spot, his head tilted downward as he stared at something on the floor. Puzzled by both his reactions and her own feelings of déjà vu when she had stared into his eyes, Buffy made a move to speak. Her words died in her throat as Willow called to her from the kitchen, asking if pasta was alright since that there wasn't much else in the fridge, considering how they were in Italy and all. Buffy couldn't help but join in Willow's laughter as she headed in the direction Willow had gone moments earlier. Angel closed the door but remained in the foyer, listening to the distant chattering of two of the only women he had ever loved. He felt his brows furrowing as he entered into what Buffy had always teasingly referred to as his "Brood Mode." Angel knew the two girls were probably waiting for him but he couldn't bring himself to join them just yet. His mind had yet to catch up with the evenings turn of events, and considering how numb he felt seeing Buffy again after all this time, he wasn't sure a few minutes alone would be enough. He wasn't at all prepared for the feelings seeing her again were evoking. It was harder than he imagined it would be, especially considering she had no idea it was him. She had changed since the last time he had seen her, and those changes had shocked him even though they hadn't been entirely unexpected. It wasn't so much her outward appearance, which hadn't changed much beyond her hair color, which was now as blond as it had been when he'd first seen her. No, the changes in Buffy lay deeper than a new shade of hair dye. The changes lay in her eyes and in the slight hardening in the muscles of her jaw. The pain of her experiences had etched itself upon Buffy's beautiful face, robbing her of the playful, childlike innocence that had once defined her. There was no longer that fire in her gaze, that mischievous sparkle, which both time and circumstance had extinguished. In the end, it hadn't been the burden brought upon by her role as the chosen one that had accomplished it, but merely the consequences of his love. None of the demons and creatures of the night she had seen before had been able to affect the slayer or destroy her innocence, like watching the man she had once loved with all her heart and soul turn into the man she would now have to kill. Instead of dedicating herself in love to him, she was forced to dedicate herself in hate. Seeing her again was opening wounds that had slowly but surely begun to heal, dousing him in a pool of self-loathing and guilt. Being with Willow, Angel had been blanketed in a false sense of security. He'd allowed himself some peace with Willow, losing himself in her unconditional love, so that she could heal some of his wounds. Now, face to face with the most glaring example of all the pain he'd caused and the mistakes he'd made, Angel could feel the wounds beginning to fester. Seeing the woman he had once loved more than life itself, whom he still loved and would always hold a special place in his heart, was throwing the new life he had tried to build into question. It wasn't that Angel now found himself questioning his love for Willow. He knew with his entire being that she was the woman he was meant to be with, the other half of himself. No, his love for the two women was as different as night and day, neither one compromising the other. The love he now felt for Buffy was that of warm affection, a knowledge that she had been the one to open him up and tap into feelings that had been buried for over 200 years. The love he felt for her was such that he didn't want to hurt her, and finding out that he had never felt the burning depth of desire and love which he now felt for her best friend; that it had always been Willow for him though he hadn't realized it at first, well, that would wound her deeply. And wounding either Buffy or Willow was something he never wanted to do. Angel frowned, knowing the only conceivable outcome to this was one or both of the girls getting hurt. Buffy because he had loved her too much but, at the same time, not enough to prevent her further pain. Willow, well, there were too many ways Angel could end up hurting her without meaning to that he felt guilty already. Strangely, the guilt felt right to Angel, as if he deserved it. After all, the feeling of living in a perpetual state of guilt was more natural to him that the state of peaceful bliss he had been experiencing the past few months with Willow. He was on familiar ground again. Realizing he had been lost in his thoughts for quite awhile and was probably missed, Angel collected himself and entered the kitchen. Instead, he found the two friends seated at the kitchen table, plates filled with leftover pasta Lucinda had made the other night in front of them. They were deep in conversation, catching up on old times, and didn't appear to have noticed his prolonged absence. Plastering a bright smile on his face, Angel took a seat between Willow, who immediately turned to smile back at him, her face radiating her joy. "Adrian, isn't it so great Buffy's here? I mean, it's just been like forever and now it feels just like old times, only without the supposedly unstoppable evil of the week that needs to be researched and destroyed." Angel smile turned natural as he listened to Willow work herself up into one of her excited states which was always accompanied by her babbling and the cutest expression on her face. Angel reached over to grasp Willow's hand, giving it a loving squeeze as a surge of warm affection swept over him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Buffy wince when Willow mentioned the absence of an evil. A sense of foreboding colored Angel's mood as he observed Buffy unconsciously raise her hand to her face, her fingers lightly brushing a particularly nasty bruise falling across the right side of her neck and lower jaw line. Trying to sound casual, Angel turned towards Buffy and asked, "So, what brings you to Italy? I hope it's a social visit and nothing more serious." The flash of emotion in her eyes confirmed the worry that had begun to take root inside Angel. When the silence began to stretch out, with Buffy avoiding both their gazes, Angel felt Willow's tormented realization that something was wrong. Her grip on his hand tightened while her shoulder's slumped in a sign of defeat, as if she had known that Buffy's presence was too good to be true, and trouble was always just around the corner. "Buffy." Willow's voice, barely above a whisper, was markedly different from moments ago, all the carefree joy drained away and replaced by a grim resignation. The air in the room felt charged with tense emotion. Willow's voice held a quiet authority that forced Buffy to look up and meet her gaze. "Why are you here, Buffy? What's wrong?"
Part 14 **My life closed twice before it's close, It yet remains to see If immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell** **Emily Dickinson ** Buffy took a deep breath, collecting herself before answering. "Angelus knows where you are, Willow. He's coming for you, if he isn't already here." Buffy watched the news sink in like a stone descending to the depths of a calm sea. Willow began to slump even farther, if possible- her body almost caving into itself. Adrian cursed under his breath, his free hand curling into a fist. Buffy waited for them to fully process the information before continuing. The reason I know is because I've been Angelus's prisoner for the past week. These bruises," Buffy brushed her fingers across the various bruises covering her face and arms, her hands stopping at the bare skin of her upper chest, "are from my sessions with either Angelus or Spike. They tried to get information from me on where Willow was. I didn't tell though. I swear. I'd rather die than serve you up on a silver platter to that bastard." Willow made no move to speak. She was staring at some distant point past Buffy's head. She looked younger than her years at that moment, resembling the timid 15 year old girl she had been when he'd first met her. Angel filled the silence by asking the question nagging at the edges of his mind. "Who told him where we are? Nobody knows besides a few select Council members, aside from you and Giles." "I know. That's why I didn't contact the Council when I escaped last night. I didn't even tell Giles I had escaped and where I was going." Angel nodded sympathetically. The Watcher was like a surrogate father to the slayer. He knew how hard it must be for her to keep him in the dark, especially when he was probably worried sick over her whereabouts. Buffy's tone turned adamant as she continued. "I think somebody on the Council gave up your location. Whether they did it willingly or it was forced out of them, I don't know. That's why we can't call the Council and let them know where we're going. We don't know who we can trust right now." Willow roused herself out of her depression then. "No, I want to at least call Giles, or Lydia. I want them to know where we're going." Buffy looked over at her friend, seemingly fighting for patience. "No, Will, we can't. The more people who know where you go, the more we compromise your safety. We need to keep this between the three of us." Willow sputtered, "But it's Giles. He would never betray us. Never." She couldn't understand her friend's sudden distrust of the man who had done nothing but try to protect them as long as they'd known him. Buffy reached across the wooden table to grasp the hand not held by Adrian. Giving it a reassuring squeeze, she tried to explain her reasoning to Willow. "I know he wouldn't. But I made myself a promise when Angelus was torturing me. I swore that when I escaped I'd make sure he never got his hands on you again. I swore that I'd keep you safe, that he'd never get to do the things he told me he had planned." Silent tears fell down Buffy's cheek as her voice began to break. "God, Will, you can't imagine the things he taunted me with- the things he said he had planned for you, and the things he said to me…" Willow was immediately sympathetic, dropping her defenses and giving in. "I'm so sorry, Buffy. You're right; we shouldn't call them. And I am so sorry for what happened to you. It's all my fault." "Stop that, you know that's not true. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine for not being able to stop Angelus sooner. Or for even being able to control myself with Angel. If we hadn't… I mean, I knew it was wrong, you know. Slayer and a vampire- it was never meant to be, but I just couldn't help myself. If I hadn't loved him so much we wouldn't be here today." "Buffy, you know that's not true." Willow chastised. "You can't help who you fall in love with. Besides, you didn't know. If it's anyone's fault it's Darla's or those damn gypsies. But it could never be yours or Angel's fault. You guys were just innocent victims who got punished for following your hearts." Buffy appeared to be moved by Willow's words but couldn't help adding. "You're right. You can't help who you fall in love with. But you can help the actions you take afterwards- that's what counts." Willow's temper flared up as she snapped. "Do you regret it?" Surprised, Buffy asked, "Regret what?" "Do you regret it? Not just that night, but all the nights. Do you regret having loved him? Do you regret the time you two had together, and the happiness you were able to give to each other, no matter how brief?" Buffy leaned back in her chair, reeling from the barrage of questions Willow had fired at her like bullets from a machine gun. Her emotions were clearly evident on her face as she considered her answer. Shock, confusion, insecurity, longing. Buffy went through many stages until answering, and though she spoke softly her words and tone held conviction. "No, I don't regret it. I could never regret it." Angel let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Willow smiled. "Good, because your love was a gift. No matter what happened or happens, you should never regret it. Angel loved you- always remember that." The smile that brightened the slayer's face was blinding in it's brilliance. It transformed her entire demeanor, harkening back to the old happy, carefree Buffy. As the two friend embraced, Angel discreetly wiped his eyes riding them of the wetness seeping from beneath his closed lids. When they had pulled apart, both girls looked more like their old selves- pretty amazing considering the circumstances of their being together again. "So," Willow began. "Where should we go?" She glanced at both Adrian and Buffy as she spoke, putting the weight of the decision on them. Buffy spoke before Adrian could suggest anything. "Don't worry, I have the perfect place. Angelus and his minions will never be able to find you there. Just trust me." Willow nodded. She didn't need to question Buffy, giving her complete trust as she had so often in the past. "Alright. Just give me and Adrian a few minutes to pack and we'll be ready to leave." Adrian nodded in agreement, moving to stand by Willow's side. Buffy paused. "Just don't take too long. We really don't have too much time. When I escaped Angelus had already been gone a day. He left me in Spike's care as he headed over here. I escaped when Spike went to comfort Dru during one of her fits. Seems she thought that bleach blonde bimbo of hers was going to turn me and make me his new consort. Can you believe it?" Willow arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "I have to admit, I can't really picture you and Spike together. Besides the fact that the whole vampire thing would do nothing for your complexion." The girls laughed together, taking comfort during hard times wherever they could. Angel understood their need to distract themselves from the very real danger before them, and if laughter helped then he wouldn't stop them. Placing a hand on the small of Willow's back, Angel gently led Willow out of the room and up the stairs. Twenty minutes later, they descended the stairs with their bags in hand. Adrian quickly jotted off a note to Lucinda letting her know they were leaving for a few months and she was to keep up the place in their absence, her paychecks to be provided by his lawyers. While Adrian went to leave the note where Lucinda would be sure to find it, Willow took one last look around the villa that had been her home for the past 4 months. She hated being forced to leave it so soon, especially since so many of her possessions were being left behind, again. This was the third time in less than a year that Willow was being forced to leave her home in the middle of the night, sneaking out like a refuge. She sighed, supposing she had better get used to this kind of lifestyle. She wasn't sure if she ever would. Buffy placed a reassuring hand on Willow's shoulder. As if she sensed Willow's thoughts, she said, "Don't worry Willow. One way or another, this will all be over soon. I promise." Willow nodded, sniffling slightly. Adrian reentered the room. Giving the place a once over to make sure he hadn't forgotten something important, he said, "Well, I guess we're all set. Let's not waste anymore time." The three friends made their way to the car Buffy had rented at the airport. They figured it was less conspicuous than Adrian's car, which they left in the driveway for Lucinda's personal use till some future date when they were able to return home. Willow took shotgun, while Buffy went behind the wheel and Adrian lounged out in the backseat. Willow braced herself for some speeding but was pleasantly surprised to find Buffy's driving had improved since the last time Willow had been in a car with her. They drove for a couple of hours through the Italian countryside, heading in the direction of Padova, stopping only once while Buffy went to buy the three of them coffee from a café they passed. Willow took the opportunity to change seats with Adrian so she could spread out in the backseat, sipping her coffee and resting her eyes. Adrian finished his coffee in a few gulps then moved on to Buffy's after she said she didn't want it. To Willow's immense surprise, the coffee was having the opposite effect on her than usual. Considering how coffee usually had the same effect on her as cocaine or uppers to others, and that Italian coffee was ten times stronger than American versions, it was unusual for Willow to be feeling as sleepy as she did. The quiet sounds of the country accompanied by the steady rhythm of the car was lulling Willow into a deep sleep. She could barely keep her eyes open and before long she was fast asleep. When Willow woke, she was disoriented. Her cognitive processes didn't appear to be working since she had no idea where she was. As she slowly came to consciousness, her senses awakening, Willow took in her surroundings, momentarily confused. She was lying on a queen sized bed in what appeared to be a small, dark room with bare wooden walls and very little by way of furnishings. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in the car as Buffy drove them to a safe place, away from Angelus. Wondering if perhaps they'd stopped somewhere so they could sleep, Willow tried to sit up. With a sharp jerk her body was yanked backwards. With a panicked tug, Willow realized that her arms were firmly bound over her head with tight ropes chaffing her wrists. The pain that spread down her arms as she struggled against the bonds shook away the last vestiges of sleep. Fear snaked through Willow as she tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Before she could get her mind to work properly and come up with any conceivable conclusions, a shaft of light penetrated the darkness. Willow turned her head and found the source to coming from an open door. Two figures stood silhouetted in the doorframe, light pouring in around them. Squinting, Willow tried to make out their features. She couldn't focus on any detail through the darkness. She thought one of the figures might be that of a woman, considering how petit their outline was, but she couldn't be sure. The room became flooded with light as someone threw a switch. The quick change blinded Willow momentarily, and she was forced to close her eyes against the brightness. When she opened her eyes, dark spots colored her vision, making it impossible to focus on anything. Willow's ears were assaulted by the deep, throaty chuckle that was immediately familiar. It was the same sound that had haunted so many of her dreams. A sense of foreboding went over Willow, and she feared she knew exactly what was going on. Still, Willow was unprepared for the sight that greeted her when her vision cleared. Standing before her, each smiling wide, feral grins was the man that had dominated her nightmares for the past 10 months and the girl she had once called her friend, both their faces distorted with the sharp ridges of their kind. Tears wet her cheeks as she moaned, "No, Buffy, not you, oh God, not you." The slayer threw her head back, her laughter containing a cold, sadistic tone it had never contained before. "Surprise, Willow."
Part 15 **rolling dice and seeming queer bastard love a sick affair let's see what new disease you'll fetch I mean that fucking you is strange and adored by me throughout oh it's you again blessing you with every kiss so precious you know this hate of mine exploded I'm so deranged you know I will never be the same tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause your the death of me so precious, loving the thrill** **"Stitches"- Orgy** Willow sobbed, her mind unable to comprehend the sight before her. The fact that Angelus once again had her in his possession came secondary to the pain her soul felt over seeing her best friend turned into one of the creatures she had been born to fight against. Her beautiful face distorted by the ridges of the vampiric visage tore at Willow's heart as she cried helpless tears against the travesty. The sheer injustice of it all made her weep. "Buffy, you were wrong. It is my fault. I only hope wherever your soul is, it can forgive me." The blonde vampire took a seat at the edge of the bed and stared at the hacker. She tilted her head to the side, studying the girl before her as if she was a piece of puzzling, abstract art. Her features quickly morphed back into the human face Willow was used to. She reached a cold palm out to softly caress her cheek, the cool detachment in her eyes belying the gentleness of her touch. "Willow," she whispered her friend's name with a tone heavy with pity. "You're so naïve. What makes you think I'm not the same Buffy I was before. Trust me, I know exactly what my soul is feeling. It's still a part of me. And I know what it was thinking as Angelus turned me. I cursed you Willow. I curse you. This is your fault, and believe me, my soul knew it, as I know it now. None of this would have happened if not for you. All you had to do was give in to Angelus, allow him to love and possess you like you both wanted, and I'd be alive right now. If only you had succumbed to your inner desires, then we wouldn't be here now. But no, you had to turn him away and run off and fall in love with someone else. Well, you'll get what's coming to you, I promise you that. I only wish it could culminate in your death at my hands. You don't deserve Angelus- you never did. You're not half the woman I am Willow, but you'll learn. I'll take pleasure in watching Angelus tire of you and discard you like the little trashy whore you are." The slayer paused, drinking in the tears spilling forth from her former friend's eyes, her chest rising and falling as violent sobs overtook her small body. She moved her hands up to Willow's eyelids, her fingers catching the tears as they fell. She brought her fingers up to her lips, relishing the taste of the salty liquid, knowing they were products of the pain she was inflicting on the girl. Willow shuddered at the vampire's touch, the back of her mind reeling at how cold Buffy's touch was. She couldn't understand how she could have missed that before. Unable to help herself, she asked, "How? I felt you, I held you. I saw your bruises." Willow's eyes roamed over the slayer's now immaculate skin. Buffy leaned backwards on her arms, arching her chest forward so Willow could get a clear look at the unblemished skin of her neck and face. She seemed to take pride in the charade she had so perfectly pulled off. "What, you think you're the only witch who knows how to use a little magic. All it took was a simple glamour spell. You can thank your friend Amy for that. It's amazing how easily people will betray their friends when faced with the business end of a cattle prod. She'd be here now but we let her go. She was doing more than her share to hurt you as a human, considering how she's fucking your ex-boyfriend Oz. Oops." Buffy covered her mouth with her hand, doing her best to look contrite at the grimace of pain that crossed Willow's face. "You didn't know, did you? I guess I should have told you during our sporadic phone conversations, but I suppose I just didn't want to hurt you. I can't believe I let it slip now. Silly me." Buffy flinched in surprise as Willow's saliva drenched her face. Clenching her fingers together, Buffy reeled back and punched her squarely in the jaw. Willow's head snapped to the side from the force of the impact, shutting her eyes and clenching her teeth against the pain. She felt Buffy's closeness against her face, her breath chilling her skin as she hissed. "Spit on me all you like Bitch, it won't change anything. You're just a little whore who's now gonna pay for coveting her best friend's possessions. Don't think I don't know how you lusted after Angel when me and him were together. I could see it in your eyes whenever you looked at him, or whenever I mentioned his name. You wanted him as much as I did- and you hated me for having what you wanted. Was it my fault you were a mousy nothing when I met you, who couldn't attract the attention of a guy even if he was blind and dumb. You've always lived in my shadow, Willow. Xander, Angel, heck, I bet even Oz had a thing for me. Maybe once I'm done playing with Spike I can move on to Adrian. I saw the way he looked at me when we first met, and I'm sure you noticed as well. How could he help himself, being stuck with you for the past year. He's probably in need of a good fucking, cause I'm certain you haven't given it up to him yet. But don't worry Will, I'll be sure to keep him satisfied in ways you never could." As hard as it was, Willow was proud of herself for not reacting outwardly, giving Buffy the satisfaction she so obviously wanted. Inwardly, Buffy's words were having the intended affect, wounding Willow deeply, but she wouldn't let her see it. The only indication of the pain she was feeling was the tears that had yet to cease falling. Disgusted at the self control Willow was exhibiting, denying her the pleasure of seeing her victim break, Buffy grew bored of her taunting. Placing a mocking kiss on Willow's damp cheek, the slayer stood in one graceful move and stalked over to her sire, who had been resting against the doorframe, watching the encounter between the two former friends with barely controlled glee. He had to admit that he was proud of the way the slayer had turned out. It had never been his intention to turn her. Well, perhaps it had crossed his mind once or twice when he had first returned, when his obsession with her had been at it's height, but the idea had died with his growing obsession with Willow. After that he had only imagined her death as the greatest act of his revenge. He'd been forced to turn the slayer in order to implement his plan to get Willow back, and it was working out better than he had ever imagined. The slayer was truly even more beautiful as a vampire than she had been as a human. In addition, she was crueler and more capricious than any other Childe he had ever sired. He supposed it had to do with the rage he had felt inside of her as her soul fled her body. With her last ounce of breath she had cursed the world and God for repaying her sacrifices to the greater good in this manner. That rage had stayed when she'd awoken to her unlife, combining with the bitter anger she'd always kept locked inside of her as a human- hatred for the unwanted curse destiny had laid upon her, the role it had deemed her worthy enough to play, despite her own wishes. As a vampire, Buffy was prepared to revenge herself against any and everyone for the life that had been robbed from her long before Angelus had turned her, starting with those who had been closest to her. It made her sire proud to see her in action, even if the victim of her wrath was the woman he loved. Angelus smiled at his Childe, who now had her body pressed intimately against his. He leaned down, gripping her head to place a bruising kiss on her willing lips. She wasn't Willow, but she would do, especially since the one he wanted was now ready and waiting for him less than 5 feet away. The thought caused a growl to emanate from his throat. Shoving Buffy away from him, he ordered her out of the room. "Go amuse yourself with my other bleached out Childe. I've got business to attend to and I don't want to be disturbed." Buffy pouted, disappointed that she wasn't going to be able to watch, but complied. She already knew better than to disregard an order from her sire. Closing the door behind her, she left the couple alone. Willow stared at Angelus with wide, frightened eyes, resembling a deer caught in headlights. He merely smiled, his laughter full of content satisfaction over the prize tied to his bed. Lowering his body so that it completely covered her own, he leaned forward so his lips were a hairs breath away from hers. He drank in the way her eyes widened even further as she felt his erection pressing through his leather pants against her own sex and whispered, "Welcome home, honey." Then he kissed her.
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