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Dangerous	By : addielogan Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anne
woke to the sound of quiet whimpers, Connor moving slightly beneath her. Her
heart clenched as she realized he was having a nightmare, wishing she could
take the horrors from his sleeping world as well as his waking. She shook him
gently, saying his name.
Connor's
eyes shot open and he flipped then over, snarling. She could tell from the look
on his face that he didn't recognize her, the transition from nightmare to
reality too quick for him to realize his surroundings. "Connor!" she
said loudly, hoping to break through to him. "It's me, baby. It's
Anne."
He
froze, sitting up beside her. His shoulders slumped and he glanced over at her,
his expression apologetic.
"It's
all right," Anne said, reaching out and taking his hand. "You didn't
hurt me." She guided him back down next to her, turning on her side to
face him. Their hands remained interlocked between them, and Anne brought them to
her lips, kissing his fingers softly. Connor repeated the gesture in turn,
meeting her eyes as he did.
Anne
pushed his hair away from his eyes with her free hand. "I wish you could
talk to me," she said. "I want to know what happened to you, how long
you've been gone, how you feel now. Am I giving you everything you need? I
don't really know what to do here. You've probably been through so much, and I
want to help you, but I don't know how and�" Anne stopped, tears springing
to her eyes.
Connor
frowned when she began to cry. He wiped at her tears with his thumb, shaking
his head. Anne tried to stop crying, but she couldn't, the turmoil of the past
few days pushing her past the breaking point. Her tears turned into sobs and
her body shook. Connor pulled her into his arms, holding on to her tightly. He
made soft, murmuring sounds, wordless coos of comfort. Anne gripped his back,
accepting the strength of his embrace.
After
a long while, she pulled back, sniffling. "Look at me. You're the one who
was trapped in a hell dimension, and I'm the one crying like a baby."
Connor
tucked her hair behind her ear before leaning in and kissing her forehead. Anne
nestled back into his embrace, telling herself over and over again that he was
there, in her arms, and he was safe.

*** *** ***
Several
hours later, Anne woke to the feel of Connor's hands on her, stroking her
breasts and thighs. She opened her eyes and looked at him, her body warming
from the desire she saw clearly written on his face.
Anne
leaned in and kissed him, letting herself pretend for a
moment that they were simply a normal couple, waking in each other's arms to
make love. No words were needed for this, bodies all they required to say what
they felt.
She
rolled Connor over on to his back, straddling his waist as she licked and bit his
collarbone. After a moment, she pulled up, her hands grazing over the bandage
around his chest. She leaned in and kissed the gauze tenderly, Connor sighing
softly as she did.
When
she pulled up again, Connor touched her stomach, pressing his hand against the
almost-faded marks there from the demon attack days earlier. He met her eyes
before raking his nails gently over the spot.
"You
remember I got hurt there," Anne said. "You remember the demon that
clawed me."
Connor
looked at her questioningly, stroking her abdomen again before touching his own
wound. "I'm okay," Anne told him. "It doesn't hurt
anymore." She placed her hand against the healed wound and smiled.
Connor
smiled back, his silent question answered. Anne was surprised that he
remembered, and wondered if he'd kept it in his mind all this time or if seeing
her had just brought it back.
Or
maybe he didn't remember at all. Maybe he had seen the last remaining traces of
her injury and been able to figure out she'd recently been hurt, too.
Again,
she was pulled back to reality, keenly aware that they were anything but a
normal couple. She wanted to know how much he remembered, if he knew her still
from the brief time they'd spent together or if he merely recognized whatever
it was between them that bound them as mates.
Connor
took hold of her hips, guiding her to take him inside of her, his eyes pleading
with her. Anne sank down on his length, shivering with the pleasure of him
filling her. She knew Connor needed this, needed the pleasure when he'd been
denied anything good for so long.
Anne
didn't hold back, didn't tease. She rode him hard and fast as Connor held on to
her, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.
Suddenly,
he flipped them over, snarling as he began to pound into her hard, the bed
shaking violently, hitting the wall with enough force to dent it. Anne grabbed
his arms, drawing blood with her nails as she held on. Connor used her body for
release, wanting to replace all the pain, despair, and frustration he'd felt
over the years he'd lived in hell with the pleasure only his mate could give
him. She writhed and moaned beneath him, saying a word over and over again that
Connor could only vaguely recognize as his own name.
It
had been so long since he'd been with a woman, but Connor knew Anne's cries
were not ones of pain. He could hardly remembered when he'd done anything to
another being besides hurt it, and he reveled in Anne's pleasure, pushing into
her harder until she let out a long, keening wail, her internal muscles
clamping tightly around him. Connor cried out with her, erupting inside of her
body.
He
didn't collapse on top of her this time, rolling over to the side and lying on
his back instead. Anne moved with him, propping herself up on her elbow and
looking down at him. Connor smiled at her, panting as he struggled to regulate
his breathing again. She was beautiful, his mate, just like Connor had seen her
every time he'd closed his eyes. He didn't understand so much anymore, although
he knew he once had, that knowledge now just out of reach, buried beneath years
of living just to survive.
But
he knew her. She was his mate, the woman he'd been desperate to return to, even
when everything else was lost to him. So many lonely nights had been spent
dreaming of her, longing for her. He
didn't know how he'd gotten back to her, but he was grateful, happy just to be
with her.
Still,
she was sad. He could see it in her eyes, though he didn't understand why.
She'd wept twice now, and they hadn't been the tears of relief he'd shed when
he'd first seen her again. Why wasn't she happy they were together again? She
seemed as if she was when they touched, but then she'd look sad again, making
sounds he didn't understand anymore, though part of him knew he once had.
Something
had taken them away from each other, that much Connor
was sure of. He'd held on to that knowledge, even when so much else had slipped
away. He'd been taken from his mate, and he'd had to stay strong until he could
get back to her. That had been the driving force that kept him alive, kept him
fighting.
He
must be upsetting her somehow. Maybe she was angry at him for being gone, mad
that he had left her. He didn't think it had been his choice, but he didn't
remember the reason clearly anymore. Had he left his mate's side on purpose?
No,
that couldn't be it. It felt wrong to him, something he knew he never would've
done. So what was wrong? Maybe it was because he didn't understand things. He
couldn't remember so much, even people whose faces were still familiar, like
the man who had been standing beside her when he'd arrived here. Did she think
he didn't remember her, that their separation had made him forget?
Connor
touched her face, turning it towards him. He cleared his throat, drawing on
long-unused memories, pushing out a single sound from his lips.
"A�Anne," he managed, his own voice sounding foreign to his ears.
Anne
sucked in a deep breath before a smile broke across her face. "You
remember my name. You�you remember me."
She
hugged Connor tightly, and he smiled as well, glad that he'd made her happy.
"Anne," he said again, stroking her hair.
Anne
pulled up and kissed him. "We'll bring your other memories back, too.
They're in there somewhere, I know. We just have to find them."
Connor
didn't understand, but she was still happy, so he was content. Anne rested her
head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, glad to be holding
his mate again.

*** *** ***
Laura
could hear them, and it disgusted her. Her husband was right down the hall,
making no attempt to hide the fact that he was in the arms of another woman.
They sounded more like wild animals than people, and Laura wondered what sort
of woman this Anne was to behave like that. Laura had never allowed Connor to treat her in such a way. It wasn't the way
people who cared about each other made love. She'd thought she'd gotten Connor
to understand that, but apparently, he was easily swayed by a woman like that.
This
whole thing seemed insane to Laura. How could they say Connor had been gone for
years when he'd left only days before? Besides, he certainly didn't look like
an old man, and while she had noticed her husband seemed to be aging rather
slowly, that slowly was just
impossible.
No
one in this place seemed to have a decent head on their shoulders. It had
always been bad enough to have to deal with Angel and Cordelia, but these new
people who were here now were just too much. They were just as in to all that
demon stuff as her in-laws and clearly did not want the best for Connor. They
were willing to let him go off with that girl instead of getting him the
medical attention that he needed�and from his behavior the night before,
psychological attention as well. She'd always feared that her husband would
lose his mind someday, and it appeared that now he had.
Laura
heard the other woman scream her husband's name and she winced, bile rising to
her throat. All these people wanted to do was pull him back into their sick
little world, make him a monster again. Laura had worked too hard to make
Connor a man for that to happen.
They
couldn't force Connor to stay there. She was his wife, and she knew what was
best for him. She didn't care what Angel said�why should she listen to some thing that wasn't even human? No one in
their right mind would say it was better to leave someone with a vampire than with his normal, human
wife. She could get Connor out of here, get him the help he needed, and they
could go back to their life together. Maybe after all of this she could
convince him to shut Angel out of his life once and for all, make him see what
a bad influence his father was.
He'd
forget all about that little girl in time, too. Laura understood that sometimes
men thought with something other than their brains and were tempted by
something young and fresh that knew how to sway her hips. She was just a
temporary thing, a side effect of this mid-life crisis Connor was apparently
going through. Once she had him thinking right again, he'd forget all about her
and remember that he'd much rather be a part of a stable marriage, looking
forward to a secure future, than rolling around the sheets with some
barely-legal hussy that would probably leave him for someone closer to her own
age soon enough anyway.
The
screams got louder, and Laura couldn't take it anymore. She got out of bed,
changing out of her nightclothes. She was going to get her husband and bring
him home, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

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