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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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Connor smelled her tears as soon as he
walked into the room, and they tore at him. The lust he'd been feeling for her
took a back seat to something else, a need to hold and comfort her.
Somehow, that scared him even more.
Though the room was dark, he could still
make out her form on the bed. She was turned away from him, but he could tell
by how tense she was that she was well aware of his presence.
"What do you want?" she asked
after he'd stood in the doorway silently for several minutes.
Connor reminded himself why he'd come here.
He had to stick with the plan, or he'd end up with her in his arms again.
"I feel like a jerk for just now asking this, but, um�are you on birth
control?"
Anne sat up, pushing the sheet down and
raising up the edge of her t-shirt from the back. "It's a birth control
patch," she said, her fingers grazing something that looked like a square
band-aid. "Specially formulated to interact with my�unique physiology." She
turned and looked at him then, staring at him defiantly, though the red rims
around her eyes told another story. "Is that all?"
"Yeah. I was just�worried about that. I'll�go back to my
room now."
"Okay."
Connor turned around, but didn't step out of
the room. He heard her rustling as Anne got back under the sheet. She grew
silent again, but he could smell a fresh wave of tears, and his control began
to slip. He didn't want her hurting. With a silent curse, he faced her again.
"I'm sorry."
"For what? It's not like you did anything I didn't want."
"But I hurt you. I didn't mean to do
that."
"I'm fine, Connor. Really."
"No, you're not. You're crying."
"So? Doesn't have to be about you, you
know. Demons are trying to kill me. I could be crying about that."
Connor regarded her for a moment, his heart
pulled in two different directions. He remembered his wedding vows, his promise
to forsake all others. But something inside him was telling him that his need
to be with Anne went beyond any vow he'd ever made. That she was his and nothing could change that.
The need to be with her too compelling to
ignore, Connor sat beside her on the bed, holding his arms out to her. Anne
hesitated for only a moment before moving into them, clutching him tightly. She
needed this, needed to feel him against her.
"I'm sorry," Connor said, stroking
her hair. "I didn't want to hurt you, Anne. But I shouldn't be doing this.
I'm married to another woman. This is wrong."
Anne looked up at him, a
fierceness in her blue eyes. "But you're not hers. You're mine.
You've always been mine. Don't you know that, Connor?"
"Yeah, I do." He brought his lips
to hers, kissing her as he lowered her back down on the bed. Anne moaned,
tangling her fingers in his hair, and Connor slipped his own hands under her
t-shirt, cupping her breasts. She thrust her chest against him, moaning at the
feel of his hands on her.
Connor pulled away from her mouth to kiss
the last of her tears away, making Anne shiver. "I need you," she
whispered. "Once wasn't enough."
Connor didn't think it would ever be enough.
He knew in that moment that he'd reached the point of no return, and he was
prepared to pass it. He could deal with the repercussions later. Now was about
enjoying the feel of the woman in his arms.
His body was telling him to hurry, to get
himself buried inside her as quickly as possible, but he held back. That's what
it had been like with her before. This time he wanted to savor the experience,
to learn every curve, every dip of her body. He pulled her t-shirt off, tossing
it over the edge of the bed. His mouth went to her breast then, pulling a
nipple into his mouth. Anne moaned, clutching him closer to her.
"Connor�more�please," Anne begged,
sending a thrill through Connor. It had been so long since a woman had
responded to him this strongly. He pushed her thin, cotton shorts over her hips
and down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of red lace panties. He
pulled up from her breast, taking in the sight of the blood red fabric against
her pale skin.
"You are so beautiful," Connor
said softly, running his finger under the elastic band of her panties.
Anne could only whimper in response, arching
up towards his hand. Just being around Connor drove her almost mad, and when he
was actually touching her� He slid down her underwear, tossing it off the bed
before he moved his hand back up, pressing a feather-light touch against the
center of her need. She cried out, her hips bucking.
Connor leaned down, nipping at her earlobe.
"Shh� Don't want anyone to hear us." Anne nodded, biting her lip to
keep from crying out again when Connor slid a finger inside of her.
He hated to admit it, but something about
knowing that they could get caught by Angel gave Connor an extra thrill. Doing
this in his father's house stirred the rebellious son inside of him. He slipped
another finger inside of Anne, his thumb moving up to grind against her clit.
She whimpered, her teeth slicing into her bottom lip as she struggled not to be
loud.
Connor leaned down and kissed her, the taste
of her blood heating his passion. Anne moaned into his mouth, thrusting against
his hand as his fingers brought her closer to the edge. He broke away from her
lips to whisper in her ear. "Come for me, baby. Show me how good I make
you feel."
His words made her tremble, and Anne fought
not to scream. Connor placed his forearm in front of her mouth, and Anne bit
down as her orgasm hit her, tasting his blood as she clenched around his
fingers.
As she came down, Connor stood, stripping
off his clothes before rejoining her on the bed. He braced himself over her
with one arm, using his other hand to guide himself inside her tight heat. As
she closed in around him, he wondered how he'd ever thought he could deny
himself this. She'd made him feel better back in his kitchen than he'd ever
imagined, and now she felt even more wonderful. Being inside of her was like
coming home.
Anne wrapped her arms and legs around him,
clinging tightly to Connor. She bit his shoulder to keep from crying out as he
pumped his hips steadily, sliding in and out of her with powerful thrusts that
made her lightheaded. It soon became too much, and she let go, screaming her
pleasure into his shoulder.
The feel of her gripping his cock and her
teeth embedded in his skin was all it took to send Connor past the brink. He
pushed her hips down into the mattress with his own, coming hard inside of her.
He used what energy he had left to roll them
over, letting Anne rest on his chest as he pulled the sheet over them.
"Stay here?" Anne asked softly, her eyes drifting shut.
"Yeah," Connor replied, pressing a
shaky kiss against her forehead. He wasn't sure he could've left even if he
wanted to. Holding Anne like this made him feel too good to give it up.
Anne drifted off to sleep in Connor's arms,
a small smile on her lips.

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Despite the fact that he'd been awake for a
while, Connor didn't want to move. Anne felt so good in his arms, so right. He
was simply holding her as she slept, and he felt more at peace than he had in
his entire life.
The effect she had on him scared him. When he wasn't with her. When he was with her he didn't care that she had the power to turn his
whole world upside down. All that mattered was that then, in that moment,
everything felt right.
But he had to leave. It was getting late in
the morning, and even though he knew there was a good chance his father would
stay asleep for a while, Cordelia wouldn't. She'd be up, ready to start the
business day. It would be better if he wasn't caught in bed with Anne.
She whimpered as he slid out of her arms,
and Connor's heart clenched at the sound. It amazed him how much he wished the circumstances
were different. He'd known this woman only a few days, and already she was
making him wish he'd never met his wife.
If he'd never been taken to Quartoth, they'd
only be a little less than four years apart in age. It still would've been
enough of a difference to matter at this age, but not really in the long run.
They'd raise some eyebrows, but nothing to the point that they would now. He
could be with her without having to sneak around, without having to try to bury
his feelings.
And something told him he'd still want to
be, no matter what different turns his life could've taken.
He kissed her forehead, resisting the urge
to do anymore. They didn't need to be caught in the same room like this�
Connor tried to sneak out of the room only
to find himself almost immediately face to face with his father.
"Sleep well last night?" Angel
asked.
Connor groaned inwardly. Wasn't this just
his luck� "Yes, as a matter of fact I did,"
he replied, looking back at Angel defiantly.
"You said you weren't going to do that
again."
"This isn't any of your business,
Angel."
"It damn well is my business! You're
under my roof right now, Connor. It's bad enough to think about you doing this
anywhere, but you will not do it here."
"What I do in private is never your
business. I'm an adult."
"Well she's not! Her parents put her
under my protection when they sent her here, and I'm not going to allow you to
continue to take advantage of her." Angel's tone was dark, his voice
almost a growl.
"Take advantage? That isn't what I'm
doing. And you have really got to cut the hypocritical crap. It's getting old
real fast."
"What I've done in the past isn't the
issue here. You're making a mistake, and I can't just sit by and watch you do
that. I'm your father."
"Yeah, and you've done such a great job
with that."
Angel's entire body was tense as he fought
to keep himself in check. "Connor, try to put
aside whatever resentment you have for me, and look at this rationally. What
about what we discussed last night�the prophecy? This isn't exactly the way to
keep her from getting pregnant."
"We talked about that. She's on birth
control."
"Yeah, well, your mother was a vampire.
No better birth control than that, and look what
happened." Angel jerked his hand towards Connor.
"If it's a prophecy, Angel, there's not
much I can do about it anyway. What am I supposed to do�sign it away?"
Angel's eyes narrowed. "Connor�"
"I'm going back to bed," Connor
said, turning towards Anne's door.
"In there?"
"Yeah. No point in sneaking out if you already know."
"No. I'm not letting you stay here if
you're doing that."
Connor turned back around, meeting his
father's eyes. "Then I'll wake Anne up and we'll leave."
"This is insane! You barely know her.
Not to mention the fact that you have a wife.
Why are you acting this way about that girl?" Angel sneered. "Is the
sex that good?"
"It's not about that. Not completely
anyway� I feel something with her, Angel. Something that I don't think I can
fight. And if we're linked together through a prophecy�"
"We don't know that for sure, Connor.
It's just a theory. I need to call Buffy, find out what else she knows about
that. She has the Council researching the things the demons have said when
they've attacked Anne."
"Are you going to tell her about the
latest addition to that?"
"That they called you her mate? Do you
want me to?"
Connor sighed. "I don't know. It could
help figure out what all of this means and get these demons off Anne's back,
but�"
"Her parents would kill you?"
"I'm thinking more along the lines of
tag-team torture followed by slow, painful death."
"Yeah, there's always that. And you're
still going back in that room, aren't you?"
"I shouldn't have left in the first
place. I shouldn't make her wake up alone."
Angel knew the only way to keep his son from
going back to Anne was to physically restrain him, and he wasn't sure he was
quite up to that at the moment. "Could you at least knock it off with the
sex? She's underage, and her parents have access to an army. Really some things
you might want to consider."
"I'll keep that in mind." Connor
went back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Anne was sitting up in the bed, the sheet
wrapped tightly around her. "I didn't think you were coming back."
"I wasn't going to."
Anne turned her gaze down, staring at the
bed. "Oh."
"But I did." He sat beside her on
the bed. "I just didn't want Angel going off. I didn't want to leave you,
Anne."
"I heard you talking to Angel out
there, so I guess that isn't really an issue now�"
"He isn't happy."
Anne looked up slightly, giving him a small
smile. "Is he ever?"
"Not with anything I do, I think."
He took her hand. "Last night really meant something to me, Anne. I want
you to know that."
"It meant something to me, too, Connor.
It meant a lot to me."
"I just wish�god, I wish you were
older."
Anne snatched her hand away, letting his
fall to the mattress. "That really matters to you?"
"How can it not? You're sixteen. I'm technically
old enough to be your father."
"Do you feel fatherly type feelings
towards me?"
"No, of course
not."
"So that's not really a problem."
Connor ran his hand through his hair.
"It is a problem. What we've been doing�it's illegal. The age of consent
here is eighteen, and you're a couple years shy of that. And I'm married."
"Leave her! We can go to England. I'm
legal there."
"I can't do that, Annie. I have a wife.
We've been married for ten years. I've known you two days."
"So, what? I'm just a bloody fling to you? Is that all this
is?"
"No! I told you this meant something to
me."
"You said last night meant something to
you. Last night. Does that mean
that's it? It was fun, but it's over now?"
"No, I just�" Connor stood up again.
"I don't know how to handle this. I can't just walk away from my
marriage."
"Yes you can! There's something
powerful between us. I know you feel it."
"I do, but Anne, I have to be
realistic. I've built a whole life for myself. I can't just throw it all away
because I'm attracted to you."
"Tell me honestly, Connor, do you have
any intentions of stopping the affair as long as I'm in the Los Angeles?"
Connor let out a deep breath.
"No."
"So you were what, planning to fuck me
for a little while, sow your wild oats, and then go back to your calm, suburban
existence with your frigid wife?"
"No! I just�I can't stop when you're
near. I know I should, but I can't fight it."
"And doesn't that tell you
anything?"
"It tells me I'm a dirty old man with
no self control."
"Would you stop that? I'm old enough to
make my own decisions!" Anne met his eyes, desperation clearly written on
her face. "We're so good together, Connor. I know you feel it."
"I do. And god, Anne, I want you. But Laura� I can't just
abandon her."
"Get out."
"Anne�"
"Get out!" Anne was screaming now,
her body shaking with anger. "Get away from me!"
"Anne, please�"
Anne grabbed the lamp from the bedside
table, throwing it just past Connor's head so it smashed against the wall. "Out!"
Connor didn't say anything else, just backed
out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Anne pulled her knees to her chin, unable to
stop the tears that fell from her eyes.

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