"Angel? Hon, I’m back!"

Willow was greeted with a mind-bogglingly amazing kiss.

"I’ve missed you," Angel said when finally letting her mouth go.

"So have I... Good God, that much?!" she said when feeling the familiar hardness against her hip.

"Yeah," he sighed and lifted her light form easily up, carrying her upstairs.

Kicking the bedroom door open, Angel hurled Willow on the bed and followed her, planting heated kisses on her lips and whole face.

"Wow, aren’t you in a hurry," Willow whispered, and moaned when Angel started to unbutton her blouse, caressing the exposing flesh with his skilled hands. Having finished that, Angel engaged in a thorough licking and nibbling of Willow’s neck, which pleased her intensely. She shut her eyes tight and moaned, arching her back. Soon she let her eyes flutter slowly open. She liked to watch Angel. Though right now something else engaged her interest.

"Um, Angel?"

"Mmmmh?"

"What’s that?"

"What?"

"That," she said, pointing at the ceiling above them. It was a large mirror.

"Oh. It belonged to the previous owner, and he never bothered to take it down."

"Why haven’t you?"

"Oh, I like to watch how the sheets crumple when I sleep."

"Could you take it down?"

"Sure, if you want me to." He kissed her neck again.

"No, I mean right now."

Angel rose to his elbows. "Why?"

"It’s making me feel *really* weird." "Mm, let’s see if I can make you forget that..." He started to kiss his way lower.

"No, stop. This is too bizarre."

Angel groaned in frustration. "It can’t be that bad!"

"It is. Look for yourself."

Angel looked obediently up. Even he had to admit that the sight was rather otherworldly. The reflection showed Willow on the bed, her blouse unbuttoned, and alone, accompanied only by a dip in the sheets.

"You see?"

"Yeah." "So guess what it looks like when you’re kissing me, not to mention other things...?"

"Oh." He adjusted his position on top of Willow. "Look, couldn’t it wait till we’re done?"

"No. Most definitely not."

"Couldn’t you just close your eyes?"

"No. If I know it’s there, I’ll have to look."

"How about..." Angel flipped her around. "..if you’re topping?"

"Angel, no."

He groaned and rose from the bed to fetch his toolbox, walking stiffly to avoid getting his erect cock caught in the inseam of his jeans. The things he had to do to please the woman...