SPOILERS: Gingerbread.
RATING: NC-17
DISTRIBUTION: The New Place and anyone else that would want this thing.
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DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
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"Oh, bloody hell... bloody, bloody, bloody hell..."
"That's it, Giles... I've had it," Buffy informed her Watcher, "The Council will just have to deal with it... I don't give a damn if he's not really, technically a demon, I'm going to kill Ethan Rayne."
"Now, let's not be rash, Buffy. Let's, um, think this through calmly and rationally."
"Excuse me? Rationally? You're psycho boyhood friend has turned Willow into some... some... some kind of thing!"
"Thing, Buffy? It's a spell... it will wear off..."
"How can you be so calm about this, Giles? We don't even know where she is. God, I can't believe Xander let her get away."
"Well, yes, sometimes I do wonder what goes through that boy's head..." Giles voiced trailed off, lost in thought, "Well, ahem, I'm sure Angel will find her."
"He'd better..." Buffy mumbled.
"Did you tell him?"
"Tell him what?" Buffy asked, stupidly.
"About the bloody spell..." Giles said through clenched teeth.
"Well...no... Look, Giles, Angel's been pretty wigged lately. I didn't want to..."
"WHAT? How could you not warn him?"
Meanwhile...
"WILLOW?! What the hell are you doing?"
Angel had indeed found Willow, traipsing through the cemetery, whistling a jaunty tune.
Angel's brow furrowed as he tried to place the song, "Duh duh duh... dududududu... duh duh duh dud duuh duh duh duh duh duh... I don't want anybody else... when I think about you, I touch myself ... WILLOW?"
"Angel? Hi, sweetie..." Willow sauntered over towards the tortured vampire, her hips swaying in a way that Angel had decided was definitely not Willowish.
"What are you doing out here alone?" He asked, only to be cut off as the Girl Formerly Known As Timid linked her hands behind his neck, suggestively grinding her hips against his.
His mouth dropped open. Having never been a man of many words, this new behavior from Willow sent him spiraling further into the dark recesses of his silence.
"You look like a frog," Willow purred, "Shut your mouth, or, better yet, kiss me with it!" She began pulling Angel's head down towards her own.
Angel grasped onto his senses and pulled himself out of Willow's grip.
"This is not good, this is not good, this is not good," he chanted to himself, pulling his cell phone out of his jacket pocket, "Gotta call Buffy, gotta call Buffy, gotta call Buffy..."
He started to dial the number to the library when he glanced up a Willow, a mistake.
"Willow, DON'T!" he cried, "Put your shirt back on!"
"What? You don't like it? Doesn't the mousy little redhead turn you on...?" she giggled, moving back towards the sputtering vampire.
Angel dropped the phone on the ground as she pressed against him. The warmth of her skin seeped through his velvet shirt beginning a chain reaction in his body that he was powerless to stop.
"Gotta get you inside," he mumbled, "Gonna get killed out here..."
Again, he pulled himself loose, inwardly groaning as the chain reaction manifested itself in a bulging erection that was straining to break free from the denim of his jeans.
"Willow, let's get you to the library..." he picked her shirt up off the ground and tossed it to her.
"Think that's such a good idea, Angel? With me being shirtless and you having that bulge in your pants?"
Willow startled him again by grabbing him in her hand, massaging him.
"My apartment... that would be better... call Buffy... no library... apartment... bed... NO!! Forget bed!! No bed!! Bad, Angel... Bad, bad, bad..." The ever-tormented Angel told himself.
Minutes later, Angel had collected Willow, her shirt, and his discarded cell phone and carried them all to his apartment, no easy task with Willow suckling his neck the entire trip.
Once back at the apartment, Willow immediately began to shed her clothing again. Angel gave up the fruitless task of trying to keep her covered and let her strip, knowing it would keep her occupied for a few minutes while he called Buffy.
"Buffy?" he asked as she answered the phone.
"Angel? Did you find her?"
"Yeah, I did... what the hell is going on?"
"She's under some sort of spell..."
"I got that one, Buff... what KIND of spell?"
"Um... it's a hormonal thing..."
"Check: Willow, hormonal... got that..." Sarcasm dripped from his voice.
"It's an anti-virginity spell... Ethan is behind it."
"WHAT?! She's on a mission to lose her virginity and you send me after her? A demon? Are you nuts?"
"Angel, quit scream-- Wait a sec... did you...?"
"No, Buffy, I didn't... Jesus..."
"Because, you know, you're still mine... even though we can't be together, doesn't mean you can go around..."
"Buffy, shut up. You're stupidity boggles my mind sometimes."
"Well, just what do you expect me to do, Angel?"
"Find a way to break the damn spell," Angel was having a hard time keeping his temper under control.
"Giles found it already... do you think you can keep it in your pants for another 10 minutes or so?"
"I don't know, Buffy. We'll just have to find out, won't we?" he taunted before slamming the phone down.
He turned his attention back to Willow, who was standing before him stark naked.
"Willow, please, put your clothes back on..." he pleaded.
"Don't you want me, Angel?"
"No, Willow... I don't."
She flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her mouth seeking his.
"Oh, Dark Prince, I call you to fill me with your black, naughty evil!"
"WILLOW!"
Angel pulled her arms from around his neck and pinned her against the wall, his hands holding her arms down to her sides.
"What the hell is going on, Willow? You don't want me... I know you're under some damn spell right now, but come on..."
"Angel, please, I want you... I need you... Fill me, Angel, fill me!"
"You sound ridiculous. Please, put your clothes back on..."
"Ok... let me go, and I'll get dressed..."
With a sigh, Angel released her. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him, caressing him with one hand while trying to tug down his zipper with the other.
"Willow, please don't do this," he begged, placing his hand over hers, "You're going to be back to yourself in just a few minutes..."
Her hands secured by Angel, she released a frustrated squeal.
"Angel, let me go... please, I'll be good... I swear..."
"Yeah, right... God, what was Buffy thinking...? Willow, damn it, stop!"
She was now using her teeth, quite successfully for a first-timer, to pull down his zipper.
"Willow...? Will... WILLOW... Oh, God, Willow..." Angel voice, along with his composure, faded away as Willow released his painfully hard erection from his jeans, capturing it between her lips.
"Willow, please, stop..." he protested, running his fingers through her fiery red hair.
"Gotta make her stop... can't do this... wrong... wrong, wrong, wrong... oh, God..." Angel groaned to himself, "I'm stronger than her... I can stop this... I can stop her..."
Mustering every bit of strength in his body, he tore himself away from her, launching himself to the other side of the room. He tucked himself back into his jeans, a difficult task, and zipped himself back up, pacing the room. He ran his hands angrily through his spiky locks, willing himself to lose his erection.
"It's Willow, for Christ's sake... little, bitty, tiny, harmless Willow... The werewolf's girlfriend... a child... Computer geek... Buffy's best friend..."
Meanwhile, Willow was crawling across the floor back towards him. Angel saw her coming out of the corner of his eye and was able to leap over the couch before she could reach him.
"Angel, would you quit trying to get away? I may be inexperienced, but I know a raging hard-on when I see one... and feel one... and taste one..."
Rather casually, Willow was backing Angel into a corner.
"Willow, this will all be over in a couple of minutes... Please believe me..."
Willow snickered, "I'd think a two hundred and forty year old vampire could last longer than a couple of minutes..."
"That's NOT what I'm talking about, Willow."
Angel's back was up against the wall. Literally and figuratively... he desperately tried to think of a way out of this mess, coming up with few plausible solutions.
"Fine, Willow... You want me? Are you ready for this?" He grabbed her roughly, crushing his lips against hers.
His distraction seemed to work. Willow was shocked into a stupor.
"Come one, Willow... ready for the bedroom?" He picked her up into his arms and carried her to his room, dumping her on his bed.
He began stripping off his shirt, hoping his own strip tease would be enough to keep Willow calm for a few more minutes until Giles broke the spell.
"God, you're beautiful, Angel," Willow rose to her knees, crouching on the edge of the bed, and ran her hands across his rippled torso.
He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, "This really isn't so bad," he told himself, "Not bad at all..."
Willow suddenly pulled away, screaming, "OH MY GOD!!!"
She looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time, then down at her naked body. Wild-eyed, she met Angel's eyes.
"Spell's broken," he thought.
"Willow," he started.
"OH MY GOD!!" she screamed again.
"Will..."
She jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself inside. Angel could hear her sobs through the closed door as the phone began to ring.
"Willow? Willow, please, unlock the door," he begged.
When that didn't work, he went to answer the phone, "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
"Hello?"
"Angel, is it over? Is she back to being Willow?" Buffy asked.
"Yes, she is and no, it's not."
"What?"
"Look, Buffy, she's a little upset right now, and I really don't have time to talk to you..."
"I'll be right there..."
"NO!" Angel shouted, "Do not come over here."
"Angel..." Buffy whined.
"I'm serious, Buffy. Don't do it... you have no idea what Willow was like, or what she's going through now. Your presence here will only make things worse."
"That's not true, Angel... she's my best friend, she needs me..."
"You only want to come over so you can find out what happened. Leave us alone. She will talk to you tomorrow..."
For the second time that evening, Angel hung up on Buffy.
He headed back to the bathroom door, "Willow, please come out..."
"I'm naked, Angel."
"My robe is hanging on the door. Put it on and please come out here and talk to me..."
A few moments later, the door opened and Willow peeked out, spotting Angel sitting on the bed, buttoning his shirt back up.
Angel glanced up at her as she exited the bathroom. She was definitely Willow again. Her face was blotchy and tear-streaked and her eyes were full of fear, embarrassment and shame. She sat down on the bed next to him, shyly twisting her hands in her lap.
"Angel, I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"Don't, Willow... you have nothing to be sorry for... it was the spell, it wasn't you..."
"But I should have been stronger than that... Now you and Buffy are fighting and..."
"Buffy and I have been fighting for a long time, Willow... this is nothing new for us. And as for you being stronger than that... you're a witch, Willow... You should no better than anyone that some powers can't be fought off."
"God, I'm so embarrassed... I can't believe I made such a fool out of myself... as if someone like you would ever be interested in me..."
"Don't do that, Willow..."
"Do what?"
"Demean yourself that way... I'm a pro at that, and I don't want to see you feeling bad due to your actions when you weren't in control..."
"Isn't that sort of like the pot calling the kettle black?"
"There's quite a bit of difference between what you did and want I did..."
"Still, neither of us had any control over our actions, right?"
"How do you do that...?" he asked.
"What?"
"Turn the conversation around like that... we're talking about you, not me."
"You're much more interesting to talk about than me..."
"There you go again... Stop it."
"But, Angel..."
"No buts... you're an incredible girl... woman... Willow. Everyone around you sees that... you just need to start believing it yourself."
"If that's so true, why didn't you... why didn't we...?"
"Because that wasn't you... you don't want me. If the real you had ever shown any interest in me, things probably would have gone very differently."
"How could I show any interest in you? You belong to Buffy..."
Anger surged through his body, "God damn it, I wish people would quit saying that! I do NOT belong to Buffy."
Willow cowered away in fear.
"I'm sorry, Willow. I didn't mean to scare you. I just get so damn sick of everyone thinking of me as being permanently attached to Buffy."
"But I thought..."
"Willow, I don't belong to anyone... same as you."
"Angel... I-I knew about the spell..."
"What?"
"I wanted to sleep with Oz, but I didn't have the nerve. Ethan convinced me that he could perform this little spell... that all it would do was make me a little more aggressive towards Oz..."
"Oh, Willow... You know Ethan better than that... remember Halloween? Remember the candy?"
"I know, Angel... I just wanted... I just... God, I'm so embarrassed..."
"You don't have to be embarrassed around me... but... Willow, sweetie, if you were really ready to have sex with Oz, you wouldn't have needed a spell to give you the courage."
"I'm just so sick of being little, sweet, innocent Willow... I wanna be bad Willow for a change... Exciting Willow."
"You are very exciting, Willow... I see that fire in you... it just hasn't been tapped yet."
Willow's mind wondered back a few minutes to something she had heard, yet pass by.
"Angel? Did you say that if I had ever shown any interest in you, things would have probably gone differently?"
Angel chuckled, "What I meant was that I wouldn't... couldn't... take advantage of you while you weren't yourself. I could never forgive myself for doing that to you."
"Oh," she said softly.
"You sound disappointed."
"I just thought that you meant that..." her voice trailed off.
"Willow, do you want me?" he asked, the idea suddenly dawning on him.
"Yes."
"Do you really?"
"Angel, yes, I do... for a long time..."
"Then I'm yours."
He leaned over to kiss her, his tongue gently prying open her shy mouth, coaxing her along. Willow snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her as his robe fell open, exposing her body to him once again.
"Oh, Dark Prince, I call you to fill me with your black, naughty evil..." she giggled.
Never one to refuse a lady, Angel happily complied.
The End