For Gabrielle

Resistance—not so futile

Willow eeped loudly as a hand snaked out of the darkness to descend upon her shoulder and spin her around.

“Angel’, she breathed. “What… why… is there something you wanted.” Her uncertain words stumbled over each other.

“Well, a kiss would be a good start.” His eyes burned with malicious fire, his grip tightened on her shoulder as he stepped closer and claimed her mouth roughly with his.

He felt her compliance as she melted against him, her arms snaking around him followed by the sharp stinging pain of wood driving into his heart.

“Fuck!”

“I don’t think so, Angelus.”