PAIRING: W/A
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Gingerbread, Season 3
ARCHIVE: Please do, just tell me where it went!
DISCLAIMER: All BtVS and AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon and crew.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please! (Just use tact, and kind words, and no yelling, k?)
SUMMARY: This was a challenge fic, where the great line Willow used on her mother had to be used in a different context. And yes, this is another update.
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~Part: 1~
"Oz..." Willow breathed between kisses, as they tumbled about youthfully on her bed. They had been up there for roughly an hour, and the air has been getting quite steamy. She wasn't exactly prepared for his sudden desire for closeness; they had been surfing the internet, looking up werewolf things, when it just happened. Within minutes, they were on her bed.
Willow's shirt was unbuttoned carefully, exposing her breasts enclosed in a white cotton bra to Oz¹s hungry eyes. She moaned everytime his breath came close to them, but he never did pay much attention to them. *Maybe they're too small.* His hands held her ass gently, yet firmly, pressing her hips against his. She could feel his growing cock in his pants. *Eep!*
Just as he seemed as if he was going to unhook her bra the door burst open. No one really reacted to it at first, however, when they heard a familiar voice cut through the air, they both jumped, "Willow?!" He was embarrassed, as were the two on the bed. "Ohmygod, I'm sorry---" Then he looked at Oz, who was still covering Willow's body protectively, "Will¹? Are you okay?"
Willow groaned, letting her head fall back on the pillows, while Oz answered for her. "She's fine. No thanks to you."
"I'd like to hear this from Willow."
*Why are all guys so....so....ugh!*
Too embarrassed and too frustrated to speak, she let Oz defend her. "She's fine. That's all you need to know."
Xander turned over-protective of his best friend, "Wolf-boy, if you hurt her<²
That's when it escalated. Oz countered with a witty remark, and the verbal battle started there. Willow couldn't bring herself to speak, for some reason. But, when they started yelling crude remarks, she yelled, "Shut up!" After they stopped, and fell quiet, she stated plainly: "I want you both," she prayed silently for them to heed her request, "To leave. Deal with this. When you're cool with it. Tell me."
"Baby---" Oz tried to stay, but Willow shook her head:
"I can't be between you two. I'm not a prize," she looked at Xander, "I'm not yours. I never was. Ever. Deal with that. I'm with Oz."
They both nodded; after Xander left, Oz kissed her, before getting up and leaving. Willow crumpled onto the floor, partially undressed, and started to sob.
~Part: 2~
*All of this whiskey gone....* She eyed the empty bottle warily, through teary eyes. *....And I'm not even tipsy!*
Then, she stood up, and the alcohol hit her hard. "Ooooh. World, stop spinning," Looking at the bottle again, she thought about how to get rid of it. She made her decision out loud: "Toss it." Carefully walking, she stepped outside into the cool night air, silently cursing herself for only wearing a bra and panties.
"Ow!!" A voice called from the bushes where it landed, after being launched into the night air.
Willow was about to run inside, but the voice sounded familiar. With her sob-broken voice, she softly whispered, "Angel?"
Steading herself on the balcony, shivering madly, she waited for a reply. He was up on the balcony, before he said anything else. "Why don't you go inside?"
"Come in."
He looked at her oddly, but didn't say anything about the way she was clad. Instead, he responded to the welcoming, "Willow. Are you sure?"
"Ge-ge-et in, D-dead-b-boy," she half-slurred, half-shivered, "Now."
"Thanks." He blushed, trying not to admire her body, hoping he didn¹t get caught by her tipsy eyes. "Let's get you dressed."
"I am," she stated abruptly, as she dropped onto her bed, "Sit."
He did as commanded, after shutting the doors, something she had forgotten to do. It didn't take long before she colapsed into another fit of painful, dry sobs. Angel awkwardly rubbed her bare back, and asked: "What happened?"
"Oz..." she tried, "....and Xander. Fought. Again," she fell back into his embrace, "I can't take this anymore."
"Oh, Willow," he didn't know what to say. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing, or the right thing too late. Confusion and guilt swallowed him up, "Is there anything I can do?" She shook her head, and resumed her shivering and sobbing. He continued to hold her close, despite what his mind was screaming, "You have a nightgown, or something---"
Willow sharply cut him off. "Embarrassed to see me in my underwear?" He nodded. She struggled to her feet, which took some time, due to how heavy her head felt, "Well I wouldn't want to embarras you," She said sweetly, "Of all people."
"Why me of all people?" He questioned, hoping she'd say something of interest.
She blushed, reaching for her white blouse on the floor. "I, um, have a crush the size of Texas on you," she winked drunkedly, and then blushed an even deeper shade of crimson, "And, now, I'm really embarrassed."
"Why?" He smiled, so happy to hear her say those words. "Do you know how happy that makes me to hear you say that? I don't deserve it," he frowned, "But it makes me happy. So happy."
The hacker's eyes widdened delightedly. "Really?" He nodded, beckoning her back to sit next to him, "I always thought that Buffy's type would be---"
He shook his head, "I love everything about you. You're pretty, and you¹re not a slayer, and sexy," The last words came out deep, low, and very lusty, "Kiss me, Willow." She looked at him confusedly, so he repeated himself: "Kiss me."
"I'd love to."
She fell into his arms eagerly. *Is this a dream? Or is it Oz, and I'm just so drunk, er, tipsy, that I can't differenciate them?* Nevertheless, she showered him with kisses, and caresses, and he did the same to her.
*Don't lose control. Don't hurt her.* He loved sexual activity rough and wild, demon or no demon. It was part of him. He could do it gently, but it wasn't a real challenge for him. He held her small form close to his. *She's so sexy.* Then, a displeasing thought crossed his mind, "I bett-tter--" he stammered, "My soul---"
She cut him off, "Is secured permanently!" He looked at her in disbelief, so she explained herself: "I did that in my free time. I always thought you deserved more happiness, with Buffy, or whoever. Me, maybe---" In an instant, his mouth captured hers again.
"Thank you." He whispered, ripping the shirt off her. *Careful, Angel. Don't want to scare her.* In another instant, her bra was off, on the floor with the blouse. She pulled back and looked at him oddly. "What is it, Little One?"
"Isn't it about time some of your clothes came off?"
He smirked. Usually, he liked the way having sex with clothes on made the woman feel more vunerable, and him much more powerful, but it appeared as though she wanted a somewhat even playing field. "Sure," he pulled off his jacket, and white t-shirt, exposing his gorgeous, chisled chest and stomach. She gasped in awe, and he asked, "That enough?"
"More." She pouted.
He reluctantly took off his shoes, socks and leather pants, which left him in his silk boxers, "I hope that's to your liking, Princess." She smiled, nodded, and pulled him closer to her. He showered her chest with kisses, paying close attention to the erect nipples, sucking and nibbling on them with his talented mouth.
*Finally! Attention!* Her hands were tangled in his dark hair, pushing him further into her bosom. He pulled back slowly, and then started to travel lower. Her breath quickened, as the trail of tiny kisses reached the waistband of the cotton panties.
He mused, looking up at her with dark, cryptic, dangerous eyes. *How cute.* She nodded, her eyes half-opened. He didn't need anymore pushing. She lifted her hips up, and he quickly slid them off, tossing them into a pile with the rest.
The vampire's talented tongue went to work, lapping at the juices that had been collecting since an earlier time that evening. He focused on her opening, sticking his tongue in her, lapping further, until he decided to suckle on her clit.
That nearly brough her over the edge. She started panting, and writhing around. He chuckled darkly, and said, "Not yet, Little One."
"When?" She moaned, disorientated.
Angel moved to an upright position, placing his huge member just outside her canal, "This might hurt a little," he spoke softly. She nodded, only focusing on the pleasure she was eagerly awaiting. "Ready?"
"Go," she joked softly, waiting for him. He did as he wanted, entering her slowly, stretching her to accomodate him. He broke through the small barrier, causing her to cry in pain. "Eep!"
He nuzzled her. "You okay?" She nodded, biting her lip. "Do you---?"
"I'm fine!" She growled, making him laugh, and pump faster at the same time. *Don't lose control, Dead-boy....* The nickname had stuck on him. *Don't hurt her.* He tried to hard, to maintain a gentle stroke, but she cried at him: "Harder! Faster! I'm not going to break!"
Wearing a dark grin, he obliged, pumping hard and faster, until they both lost control. Willow trembled, "Angel....." She whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming into a powerful, earth shattering orgasm, as they curled up in each others' arms, "I love you."
Spent, and exhausted, he nuzzled agianst the wound he created on her neck, lapping at the blood that seeped from it, "I love you, too."
~Part: 3~
Weeks later, Willow sat on her bed, eagerly awaiting Angel's arrival. Every night since that one, he's visited her, or she's visited him. They even dated a little. However, most of their togetherness was spent having sex. There was a trust that Angel had never found before between them, and any time they spent together was always memorable.
It wasn't always the same. They were known to play little games. Tonight, however, she was planning something. *Something dark....something devious....* His dark side was beginning to show more and more, each night they spent together. She loved it. It brought a whole new world to her. *He's like a dark prince.*
"Little One?" The seductive voice came from the doors.
She looked up, and smiled, as he approached, "Hey, Lover."
He pulled her into his arms, stealing a kiss. *She's so amazing. Spending time with her is amazing. I love her. Inside and out. I'm gone on her.* He spanked her ass lightly, causing her to yelp softly. He chuckled, and asked, "What do you have planned tonight?"
She started to remove his jacket, tossing it to the floor. "Well, Eros," she teased, "I was thinking we'd fuck hard. Harder than ever tonight." Her voice was heavy and lusty.
His eyebrows curved uniquely, obviously interested, "You trust me?"
"I love you, Silly," she laughed, unbuttoning her blouse, but he stopped her, taking her hands in his, "What? Am I doing it wrong?"
He shook his head. "You'll undress when I tell you to."
*Oh.* She just nodded, and allowed herself to be led around the room to her bed. She didn¹t bat an eye when he picked the handcuffs up off her bedside table, admiring them with aroused eyes.
He unmercilessly teased her body with caresses and kisses. Aroused, he commanded firmly. "I want you to undress for me." She hesitated at first, feeling aprehensive then, of all times. Not surprised of her reaction, he said it again: "Undress for me, Willow."
She nodded, and slowly began to unbutton her shirt again. She let it fall from her shoulders, off her arms, and onto the fall, without thinking. Then, she unzipped her skirt, and after it dropped to the floor she kicked it aside. Slowly, she unsnapped her bra, and shook it, too, to the floor. Lastly, came her panties. He smiled, eyes roaming her gorgeous body. *Wow. She¹s still amazing.*
When she was fully nude, he laid her carefully on the bed, and then cuffed her hands to the headboard. Slowly, he moved to her feet, securing her ankles to the foot of her bed. When she was spread out, he looked down at her. "You alright, Little One?"
She smiled. "Yes, Eros."
*Love God. I can work with that.* After caressing her body, causing it to become more responsive, he said, "Invoke me."
She looked at him confusedly for a second, and then realized what she was supposed to do. *He wants me to invoke him, like I would Eros...* She nodded, and then her brows furrowed in thought. *Need a line, need a line....*
He started to nip at her skin, teasing her, causing different sensations in her body.
Then, she remembered a line she used on her mother, and hoped it would apply: "Oh, Dark Prince, I call you to fill me with your black, naughty evil!"
Surprised, he studied her, "What?"
She grumbled, suddenly embarrased. "You heard me."
"Again, Willow..."
She rolled her eyes, and complied to his request. "Oh, Dark Prince, I call you to fill me with your black, naughty, naughty, naughty evil!"
He didn't need any more urging. He entered her swiftly, making her cry out softly. As he pumped into her, he whispered, "How naughty do you want me to be?"
She replied, "Very."
Just before her orgasm, a familiar voice cried though air. "Willow!!!!???" It was followed by, "Is that Dead-Boy?!"
"Xander," Willow growled, not embarrassed in the least that she was tied up to the bed, yet grateful that the lights were out, "Get out now. Before I kill you myself. You've ruined one moment too many."
"You're not going to kill me."
Angel countered, "Why won't she?"
"Cuz she's tied to the bed."
Willow blushed, but Angel growled, "Get out!"
"Fine, fine," he turned on his heel, shutting the door behind him, "But if you hurt her, you'll pay. She's my best friend."
"And your worst enemy," Angel mumbled, making Willow laugh. When they were sure he had left the house, he continued to rock her into another world. She cried, and screamed, and fought against the bonds. And, then, she came. He was next, and then, they colapsed, not exhausted, but happily spent. She smiled, kissing his neck. "That was fun." There was no reply. "Um," Willow ventured out into the darkness, "Could you untie me?"
No response. Angel was purring on top of her.
"Angel?"
Nothing. *Must be getting old. All this sex must be tiring him out.*
"Angel?!"
The End