Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: NC-17, overall
My site: http://members.cox.net/tolisakelley/
Disclaimer: Joss Wheden, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and UPN own all
rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, their characters and
plots.
Spoilers: Buffy Season 2, shortly after `Innocence'
Summary: Angelus changes the course of Willow's life.
Distribution: Anyone who has my other stories at their site is
welcome to this one. If you want this story, take it, but please
let
me know.
Author's Note: Happy Birthday Gabrielle, I wrote this just for
you.
The "short fic" concept is new writing territory for me...hopefully
it's up to snuff. Thank you for all that you do for me and the BtVS
and Angel fan fiction writers. Other fandoms should be so lucky as
to
have their own Patron Saint of Fan Fiction!
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Willow contemplated the toes of her shoes as she wondered for
the umpteenth time if she'd completely lost her mind. Here she
was,
normally shy, sweet, dependable Willow, waiting in a hotel room for
her demon lover. Nobody would believe it. *She* had trouble
believing it.
Last week, walking home from late night research
at the library,
Angelus had approached her. Sensibly, she'd been terrified…
initially. She wasn't clear on what happened next…it was too
surreal. Angelus walked with her, flirted with her…before she
knew
it, they were kissing…a lot. Libidinous, hormonal, mysterious
things
stole her common sense. Now she was guilt ridden and lying to
her
friends by day and a monkey sex having nymphomaniac by night…with the
enemy, no less.
She didn't have the slightest idea where this
thing with Angelus
was going and it was so erotic and amazing, she didn't care.
She was
acutely aware that her life was in danger, but for once she was going
to just enjoy and live her life with reckless abandon. Yep, `damn
the consequences' was her new motto. It was liberating and
uncomplicated; things she'd desperately craved.
A key sounded in the door and Willow's stomach did a flip flop.
Angelus opened the door and gave her a knee-weakening
smile. "Hi, Baby," he said as he strolled over to her and took
her
face in his hands. Gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs,
he
asked, "Any trouble slipping away tonight?"
"No," she murmured shaking her head.
His nearness always
suffused her with tingles…her body and her brain, thinking and
speaking were greatly hindered.
"Good." Bending down to kiss her, he
whispered, "Undress for
me," then he roughly crushed her mouth with his.
When his lips left hers, she savored their
bruised feel and
obeyed him. It was unnerving to do the things he asked, but every
time it had been worth it. Angelus had backed up, his eyes never
leaving her, and laid down on the bed. The dark, erotic expression
he wore gave her confidence. She peeled her clothes off, doing
her
best to be provocative. His heated gaze said it was working.
"Come here," He quietly commanded when she
was completely
undressed. He unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants.
Sitting up,
he told her to remove his boots and leather pants. Willow silently
acquiesced as he took off his shirt and tossed it onto a chair.
Pulling her to stand between his legs, he admired
the bruises
and scratches he'd previously left on her smooth skin. Caressing
them almost reverently, he asked, "Willow, what's between us?"
She had no idea what response he was looking
for. Wanting to
please him, but not knowing how, she simply said, "Sex?"
Angelus began to stroke her inner thigh.
She was frightened and
excited, a delicious combination, especially combined with her own
marvelous scent. Pulling her down to sit on his lap, he soothed
her
aching, swollen folds with deft fingers. "Is that all?
I know
you're not *that* naïve Willow."
His touch had her mindless with need, she was
finding it
difficult to grasp the meaning of his words. He buried his face
in
her neck and she shivered as she whispered, "I don't know what you
want me to say."
Grazing her supple neck with his fangs as he
penetrated her with
one finger, he murmured, "Okay. Then, what does the bite on your
neck mean?" With painful slowness, he began to slide his long
finger
in and out of her.
Panting, she gasped out, "Um, you marked me."
He sank his fangs into the mark and tasted
her, "Yes, I did.
Mmm, your blood is so sweet. The mark also signifies that you
belong
to me." He inserted a second finger and moved them in tandem,
the
way he knew she liked it.
Willow whimpered from the effects of his mouth
and hand. Even
in the throes of lust, the implications of his words chilled her.
For a while he kept her on the brink with his hand as he delicately
licked and sucked at the small amount of blood sweeping from the
wound.
That he could feed from her life's essence
furthered her
confusion. What did all this mean? Why was she a willing
participant? Her body hungered for him on such a primal level,
making clarity regarding Angelus impossible. He said she belonged
to
him. Did she? Suddenly he swept her into his arms, tossing
her to
the center of the bed.
The malevolent gleam in his feral gold eyes
before he entered
her savagely froze her jumbled thoughts in their tracks. Now
she
just *felt*. Felt fangs sinking into her breast, felt his hands
pressing hers into the mattress, felt his hips bruising her thighs
as
he thrust his cock into her. And she felt herself being swallowed
whole by him…mind, body and soul. She keened as she came from
the
erotic brutality…the orgasm went on and on until she was just a
quivering mass.
She didn't know exactly what it meant to belong
to Angelus. But
she did know there was no going back. She couldn't live without
*this* even if she wanted to.
Angelus moved his hands to her thighs, shoving
them to her chest
as he pistoned himself into her, flooding her with his cold seed.
After riding out the shudders, he bent down to softly kiss Willow's
lips. Pulling back slightly, he said in a quietly menacing
tone, "All that you are belongs to me."
He laid down and gathered her into his arms
with her head
resting on his shoulder, his fingers running through the strands of
her silky long hair soothingly.
"Yes," Willow said quietly before she was lulled
to sleep by his
sated purring.
The end