SEIZE THE NIGHT (10/?)
 

Willow heard his words and her demon reacted. She pushed back against
him, catching him off balance. He toppled to the floor, his arms still
around her. She fell on top of him, his grip loosening. She moved
quickly, facing off against him. She wiped the blood from her mouth
where she had hit the corner of the table.
 

"Come on, old man. Can dish it out, but you can't take it?" she taunted,
an energy racing through her as they faced off.
 

Angel roared, getting to his feet and staring at her. "You bitch. You
made me bleed."
 

"Uh oh...poor wittle boy hurt himself" she said with a smirk.
 

Angel moved, heading towards her. She moved out of his way, his hand
grabbing the ends of her hair. She yelped as he pulled her back against
him. "What was that little girl?"
 

Willow brought her foot up from the back, hitting him between his legs.
He gasped, letting her go as he cradled his injured anatomy. She smiled
at the look of retribution in his dark eyes. She ran into his bedroom,
closing the door behind her. She looked for a weapon to aid her, but
there was nothing.
 

Angel stood, his demon in full face. He had to dominate the bitch. She
hadn't learned her place yet. He moved, trying to open the door. She'd
locked it. He calmed down, his handsome features replacing the fangs. He
kicked the door, wood splintering as he walked into his bedroom. "Baby
girl's been naughty...now she has to pay."
 

Willow looked up, her eyes wide with excitement and desire at their
game. She looked for a way to escape but there wasn't one. She saw him
smirk as she realized she'd backed herself into a corner. Damn arrogant
bastard. She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. "Come and get
me."
 

Angel felt his cock harden at her words. He was more turned on than he
had been in years. He had forgotten how fun the chase was. She had
reminded him of what he had used to be. He didn't like that. He hadn't
felt so normal since the damn curse, eighty years before. He could smell
the blood dripping from the cut on her lip. He licked his lips, moving
towards her silently.
 

Willow caught his eye and couldn't move. The desire she saw there froze
her on the spot. She couldn't believe that this man...this heavenly
man....wanted her. She wondered if he would ever have even noticed her
before her change. Probably not. He'd have been wrapped up in Buffy or
someone equally charming and beautiful. Her turning had allowed her true
instincts out to play. She waited until he was almost to her before she
moved. She was over the bed in moments.
 

Angel caught her half way across. He tumbled to the bed, her soft body
in his arms. He pushed her against the mattress, his voice purring as he
said, "I win, little girl."
 

Willow heard his triumphant words and felt something snap. She bucked
against him, his hard body not allowing her to move. Groaning, she
collected all the power she had inside and thrust up. She sent him onto
his back on the matress. She straddled him, her hands holding his
against the sheets. She smirked at him, loving the dark look in his eyes
as he realized she had bested him. She leaned down, her hair brushing
against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Sorry, pops. This time,
I win." Giving in to temptation, she moved to his mouth, her mouth
taking his roughly. He groaned, kissing her back fiercely. Willow melted
against him as he deepened the winning kiss she had claimed.
 

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