DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy, Angel, Willow, Giles, Faith, or any of the characters portrayed here, nope ..They are the property of The WB, Fox Studios, possibly the UPN, Joss and many others I don’t know. I own the plot thought.
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Location: My website, Tarnished Halo
Author’s notes: My attempt at drabble fic ( short/sweet) Inspiration challenge # 66 (kinda angsty) Feedback is loved, worshipped and adored... lol....
Timeline:
Buffy- Set during Season 6, Willow & Tara broke up due to Willow's power
Angel- Set during Season 2, just after Redefinition, Angel is darker, but not evil,
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Willow wandered around, drunk on her power. She was glad that she found another source. Rac wanted her and she wasn't into him. She was happy to be away from Sunnydale, here was someplace new. None of the strings that came along in Sunnydale were here to tell what she should or shouldn't do. She didn't care as she was at a demon bar. All that mattered was she felt complete. Her latest source was Merlin, not the legendary Merlin, just a guy named Merlin. His fix was different than Rac's. Willow wasn't afraid as she felt at peace here. Plus, LA was a big city. She found herself swaying to the haunting music. She knew that something here was calling to her, but she didn't know what it was. All she knew was that here wasn't alone.
That was how he found her. It first was the sway of her hips that captivated him. On some level, he knew she was his. There was something about this girl. He had to protect her. He had to feel her. He needed her warmth to make him feel something other than the cold dead feeling that he was drowning in. Her hair was dark, not quite black, but it was darker than he remembered. He watched her as she kept her back to him. She was wearing a short black skirt, showing off those legs. He moved towards her. Soon he was directly behind her. He put his arms on her shoulders. She didn't move, only swayed. Her skin tingled as he touched her. She moaned and leaned into him. His arms traced patterns up and down her bare arms. He wished he knew exactly why she mode him feel again. The heat from her skin was intoxicating. His touch went from light to rough, knowing he would bruise her pale skin. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his. One of his hands slid up her arms and tangled itself into her hair. He turned her around to face him. He looked into her blackened eyes and saw his reflection. He kissed her immediately, needing to see if she was the one, the one who made him feel. Her tongue seared his mouth, making him press deeper. He assaulted her mouth to the point she needed to breathe. He then took her hand in his and they left the club.
At his hotel he pressed her up against the main desk in the lobby. He loved the warmth her body brought his. Willow moaned as Angel's lips began their torture of her neck. With each kiss she felt herself on fire, wanting him like never before. Her hands quickly worked on getting his shirt off, needing to feel his bare flesh. She whispered something and the material split itself apart for her. When he felt the cool night air on his back, he stopped. She was making the warmth go away. His fingers worked quickly on her legs. His hands so silently unzipped him and he slammed into her in one stroke. Willow loudly gasped in the empty hotel as he invaded her. Her nails dug deep into his back. Angel growled as she made him feel that delicious pain. He leaned into her, pressing deep inside her tight passage and found the knife hidden under the desk. He then cut the clothing she had on off her, exposing her to his eyes.
Willow moaned as his hand grabbed her breast hard. She then felt her body twitch as his mouth attached itself to a firm nipple. Willow then began to find a rhythm as he continued to pound into her. He moaned as she made him feel the heat. She reached up and scratched at his chest, drawing just a bit of blood. He purred as she used his blood to trace a pattern on his chest. Her wet fingers and the smell of his blood were overpowering him. He let him sense feel everything, to take it in. Her grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide apart for him. Willow moaned. She was aware that he had a tight grip on his ankles, almost to the point of pain. He began to pound into her hard. Her body was begging for more. She came as he it into her ankle tasting her blood. He moaned as the powerful elixir hit him. His eyes changed from amber to black, tasting some of the power she was on. He then tossed her onto the floor.
Willow blinked in shock at his sudden behavior change. She got up on wobbly legs and looked at him. She then smiled and walked up the stairs. She knew he would follow her. She paused outside his door. She knew this was his room. She then felt herself being pressed against the wall. Angel growled at her, his mouth then attacked hers again. His hands quickly went to work spreading her for him. Willow gasped as she felt him enter her. He again slammed her hard, loving how she felt as he took her. He again made her come from his affection. He then slid out of her and took her into the bedroom. He bent her over the nearest table he could find and took her from behind. Willow moaned as he touched her. She felt like she might explode. The first slap on her ass made her moan. The second made her hiss and the third hurt. But her body responded to his touch and she found herself wanting more. His hands tangled in her hair, using it like reins and he continued to pound into her. He felt the familiar tug in his body, knowing the sensations were overwhelming him and he wanted to come. He then tugged on her hair, pulling her sweet neck closer to him and he sunk his fangs in. Willow gasped as he drank from her. He used his hand to cut his wrist and let her taste him. Willow groaned as the wet arm was put under her nose. She moaned as she drank him in. Everything felt so strong as she let the power he had race in her veins.
The End