Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters and stuff are owned by Joss Whedon (the God), Mutant Enemy, and the WB Network. I’m using them with out permission, but hey, it’s not like I’ll ever see a single penny of profit from this. Besides if I did own any of this, wouldn’t you think that I’d be playing the lead instead?
Stuff in <> are thoughts.
Author’s Comments: This all started one boring afternoon in Brit. Lit. when I got the idea: "What is Willow was the slayer instead of Buffy? And from there, it took an interesting turn, and became what you are about to read. It’s my first time, be gentle…
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He watched as she quickly chattered with her friends about their weekend plans through the cracks of the black spray paint on his car’s windows. The way her auburn hair fell lavishly over her shoulders, and how her hazel eyes sparkled stirred something in his tortured soul he had not felt in an eternity. <So this is the next slayer> he thought contentedly as the old man approached her, ready to shatter her young teenage world.
End Prologue
Time Frame: Years later-sometime after the beginning of the 3rd season.
"Uhh", "Umph" Willow grunted as she kicked the practice dummy. She had stayed late to practice her round kicks because Giles had thought them "a little sloppy". "A…Little…Sloppy…My…Ass!" She mimicked as she kicked the dummy, emphasizing each word with a blow. <Well at least I’ll get to see Angel and Buffy tonight> she thought, remembering that they were coming to meet her after she finished training. Then they would all go to The Bronze for a while. She glanced at her watch, "10:15?! Shit, they’ll be here any minute!" Willow started gathering her things and was heading for the library doors when she heard someone running out in the hallway. "Willow?!" Buffy gasped as she saw her best friend explode through the double doors.
"Vamps outside…Angel fighting..." Buffy explained as she tried to catch her breath. At Angel’s name Willow started into action, grabbing a stake from the half-open duffel at her feet, she ran out of the library towards the front doors. She had almost reached the gray metal doors when a body came sailing through the doors knocking her down. It took her brain a second to realize that it was Angel sprawled on top of her, while she struggled to untangle herself from his limbs. Retrieving the stake which had flown from her hand upon impact <Thank god he didn’t land on it> she turned to face the two vampires making their way into the building. She made quick work of the first one, and as she staked the second with a nearby flagpole she heard Angel moan as he came to.
End Part 1
"Angel? Are you okay" Willow pleaded as she ran back inside to help him up. <Please be okay…Please be okay…> raced through her head.
"Arrrgggg!" Angel clutched his side as Willow helped him to his feet.
"What? What is it?" Willow asked looking at where he clutched with concern.
"My ribs…I must have broken some" he groaned trying to keep himself from passing out again.
"Oh god!" Willow strained as she supported his large frame on her small shoulders. "Come on, let’s get you back to the library and those ribs wrapped."
Willow draped Angel’s free arm around her shoulder and helped him back to the library. Angel rested his head on Willow’s shoulder, breathing in the sweet smell of her long hair as they walked. <Mmmm, I love the way she always smells. Sweet and good, but just slightly spicy> Angel felt his member give a sudden twitch and he quickly diverted his attention to the shooting pain in his side to avoid the raging hard-on that would result from his dwelling on her.
They reached the library and Buffy helped Willow get Angel up onto the library table in order to wrap his ribs. Buffy ran into Giles office to get the first aid kit, while Willow helped Angel take off his already torn shirt. Her gentle touch ran easily over his shoulders and neck as she carefully removed his shirt. Trying desperately to not hurt him anymore then she had to. Each feather like touch sent a jolt of sensual electricity through Angel’s body and he could feel his member come alive, and start to grow hard.
<He’s so smooth and hard> she thought as her hands ran over his arm. She felt the warm sensation she always felt when thinking of Angel, spread throughout her body as her fingers ran gently over his shoulders and arm.
Buffy returned with the kit and got out the tape and bandages and handed them to Willow. "So much for The Bronze." Buffy commented as Willow prepared to wrap Angel's injured ribs. "Hey Will if you don’t need my help I’m going to head home now, we’ll just do The Bronze when you’re feeling better?" she questioned Angel.
"Yeah, sure Buff." Answered Angel.
"Night Buffy!" Willow shouted as Buffy headed towards the library doors and gave them a little wave over her shoulder before she walked out.
End Part 2
Willow began to slowly wrap the bandages around Angel’s ribs, making sure to wrap them tight enough so that they would heal, but not to tight as to hurt him.
"Ahhh!" Angel gasped in pain as she pulled the bandages a little tighter around his chest.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" he clutched her hand as a second bolt of pain shot through his injured side.
"Yeah…I just wasn’t ready for that" he managed to say when the pain subsided.
Willow looked into his dark brown eyes <So beautiful> as she waited for him to compose himself. When his grip slacked on her hand she continued to wrap his chest. When she was done she offered her hand to help him down off the table. He took it in his <so small, but strong> and slowly got down off the table. "Whoa!" he gasped as he was struck by a sudden wave of dizziness and fell forward into her arms, almost knocking her down. He grasped her lithe body to his for support until the wave passed, and even then he did not let go. He looked into her hazel eyes, so full of concern.
"What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you need to lay down or something?" she questioned as she held him in her arms. His neck was so close, and he smelled so good. <So close, could even kiss him…WHOA WILL! Best not be thinking about that right now, banish them thoughts, nothing can happen, not like last time, not again…> Yet she still felt a yearning growing inside of her.
End Part 3
Angel still hung in her warm embrace, his face buried in her neck and hair, taking in every bit of her glorious scent. <So good…so good> played over and over in his mind as he felt her form crush against his. Her breasts pressed firmly against his bare chest. Just the thought of this started his heart going, he felt his nipples go hard, and suddenly his pants seemed a little too tight.
<Oh my God!> She thought as she felt his hardness slowly beginning to push against her pelvis. <He’s getting excited too-> but this thought was but off by the feeling of his lips on her neck, planting light kisses. She let out a soft, needing sigh before she even realized what she was doing and looked into his eyes seeing the desire that was there. <It shouldn’t be there, this shouldn’t be happening…> her rational mind told her, but she didn’t care anymore as she felt his lips push against hers. Her lips pushed his back, and his tongue searched for the opening to her mouth. He found it and he slowly ran his tongue along hers, feeling her body tense, then relax in his arms.
Her hands slid down his bare back till she reached his hard butt, and at the same time she felt his hands go under the back of her shirt and unhook her bra. Then his hands traveled down to her butt and under the band of her jeans. <She’s wearing a t-back!> He smiled to himself as he ran his hands along the top of her smooth ass. Willow felt his hardness pushing against her, wanting to be released and she brought her hands around his waist to unbutton his jean. His hands moved around to the front as well as he pushed her bra up and began to caress her already hard nipples. He slowly slipped her top off, trailing his fingers up her sides and over the curve of her breasts, sending a shiver of pleasure through out her half-naked body. He then removed her bra as she let his jeans fall to the floor along with his boxers <silk, how nice>. Angel pulled her towards his now free shaft which was standing at full attention, rock hard and waiting for release, already slightly wet with pre-ejaculate.
Willow took his hand and led him to the table, which he had fallen off of only minutes ago. She hopped up so that she was sitting on the edge of the table, her still jean clad legs swinging freely. Angel grabbed her left leg on the upswing and slowly removed her sneaker and sock, caressing her ankle as he did, making a happy rumble escape her throat as she let her head loll back. He removed her other shoe just as carefully before proceeding to her jeans. He undid the button and fly on her jeans and slid them off as she lifted her hips and butt off the table. This done he waited a second to admire the low-cut, black, t-back panties that she was wearing. But his throbbing would not let him admire for long, and he quickly reached out and removed the last piece of clothing.
End Part 4
She sat on the table, now completely naked. A shining goddess with her hair streaming over her shoulders, covering her right breast so that only her hard nipple peaked through the hair. He moved closer to the table and tenderly pushed the hair off her breast and behind her back.
"Fuck me Angel." She purred huskily as her long legs wrapped around his waist, drawing his pulsing shaft into her very core making her gasp for breathe at it’s cool hardness. <Like marble> floated through her mind.
Angel gently rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he began to move slowly in and out. His pace and breath soon quickened though, as did hers. Willow’s breath came in and out in ragged gasps and she could feel the all too familiar tension building up inside of her, as she came nearer and nearer to climaxing.
"Oh Angel!" Willow moaned as the force of her orgasm swept over her in a sudden wave of pure ecstasy. Her legs wrapped tighter and tighter around Angel’s waist, making his pelvis hit her clit. She came again and again; the waves of pleasure rocked her entire body.
"Willow!" Angel grunted as he came inside of her, filling her being with his cold seed. He thought the stream would never end, until finally exhausted, he collapsed on top of her. His shaft slowly softening inside of her, covered in their juices.
Willow held him close to her exhausted, but happy, body as they lay joined together. She ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair as he trembled with exhaustion. He buried his face in her thick hair and was contented to just breathe her in for the time being. And together they waited for the change, which was, inevitable.
The End
read the sequal 'Aloha Angel'