snogged | Willow/Angel Fic: Blonde Fetish (1/1)

Title: Blonde Fetish
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them as do other major corporations. They are not mine
Pairing: Willow/Angel, hints of Buffy/Angel
Setting: Season 2, pre-Angelus. There is no Willow/Oz though.
Rating/Warning: NC-17, explicit sex
A/N: I was inspired by my Angel/Willow banner in which Willow was, you guessed it, blonde.

It was an experiment. It was intended to be a temporary escape from being reliable, logical, sane Willow. She wanted to see if this would make people notice her. It was just one small change but it made a world of difference.

Willow looked into the bathroom mirror, her fingers hesitantly wrapped around the empty bottle of temporary blonde hair-dye. The golden blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders and accentuated her green eyes. She even looked a bit like Buffy, which didn’t surprise her all that much.

She grabbed her coat, a cross, and a bottle of holy water and headed towards the door. She was going to the Bronze on her own. It was the only way she could be assured that her experiment could work.

When she arrived at the Bronze, she searched around to see if she could spot a familiar face. Seeing no one, she grabbed an empty table and watched the writhing bodies of teenagers on the dance floor.

“Buffy?” The voice behind her was quiet but masculine. She knew it was Angel. His fingers brushed against her shoulders and Willow shivered. She felt a lump growing in her throat as she turned around to face him.

“Willow?” Angel arched an eyebrow in confusion. The quiet, shy girl was almost a dead ringer for the Slayer.

“Hi,” Willow said, feeling nervous. She wasn’t sure when it had happened but she had found herself attracted to her best friend’s boyfriend. In fact, the going blonde experiment had been based off her envy of Buffy’s ability to land gorgeous men as well as be confident and sexy.

Angel stared at the girl in front of him feeling a little dumbstruck. “You look incredible, Willow.”

Willow blushed. “Thanks.”

Angel gestured to the chair next to her, “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” Willow said.

Angel felt his eyes traveling over the young, nubile body sitting before him. Maybe it was the new outfit or the girl’s brand new confidence or maybe it was just the blonde hair but Angel found himself wanting in a way he had never felt with Buffy. He wanted to take her into the alley and kiss her fiercely. He wanted to run his fingers through her long, blonde hair. He wanted to cup her breasts and suckle them. He wanted to show her everything he knew about passion and desire. He wanted to show her how pain could also be pleasure. He wanted to teach her everything he had ever learned during his days with Darla.

Willow felt Angel’s eyes boring into her. She could see the lust and desire in them. She could see him attempting to restrain himself from grabbing her and taking her right in the middle of the dance floor. And she wondered what was stopping him. She felt the same desire, the same lust, the same urges. She wanted him to teach her, to take her, even if it was only temporary. For tonight, she wasn’t Willow and she wanted him to be aware of that. She leaned forward and kissed him tentatively. He pulled back, startled by her forwardness.

“Willow, we can’t…what about Buffy?” Angel stammered, trying to maintain control of his urges.

“For tonight, it doesn’t matter.” Willow said softly. “For tonight, we are just two strangers meeting in a bar and hooking up. No one will ever have to know about it.”

Angel saw the longing in her eyes and realized he couldn’t bring himself to say no. He grabbed her wrist and they walked outside into the back alley. He slammed her body up against the wall, his hands gripping her shoulders, as he kissed her with intensity. Her flesh was warm and yielding. His hands slid down her sides, cupping her breasts and then moving down to the hemline of her skirt. He bunched the skirt around her waist and felt his dick harden in anticipation. Willow moaned as she felt him press tighter against her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection, guiding it to her dripping pussy.

He inhaled deeply and paused. “Willow, are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Please?” She looked into his eyes and kissed him. She hadn’t exactly pictured her first time in a darkened alley but she didn’t care. Angel entered her gently, letting her get adjusted to his length and girth. Willow wrapped her legs around his thigh and his hands reached to cup her ass, hoisting her up so that her legs would be wrapped around his waist. The brick wall scratched her back and she knew she’d probably have a few marks but she didn’t mind. Angel thrust into her completely and then pulled out a little bit before thrusting back in again. It was almost tortuous.

“There are so many things I could teach you Willow. There are so many things that I want to show you,” Angel panted, amused by the squishing sounds her wetness was making as it engulfed him. He reached for her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. His vampire strength allowed him to maintain balance for the both of them. He continued to thrust into her and with his other fingers brushed against her clit. Willow moaned and bucked her hips, wanting more

“I could show you pleasure.” he whispered, one finger rubbing the small pearl nestled inside her folds.

“I could show you pain.” He stopped rubbing her clit and instead, scratched it. Willow yelped at the unexpected sensation. Angel chuckled as he began rubbing her clit again and thrusting as deep as he could inside her. Willow felt like her whole being was at the brink of an explosion. She felt her whole body tensing up. She felt her vagina tightening around Angel’s cock. She felt like a tornado, a hurricane, and an earthquake were ravaging her body all at once. She moaned again, much louder than she ever had. She felt primal and in touch with her inner self. She was pretty sure this is what the text books called an orgasm.

Angel smiled at her and kissed her softly as she rode the waves of her first orgasm. He felt his own orgasm flood into her body. Willow gasped as the cold seed filled her. It slightly reduced her own internal heat. He removed himself from her and gently lowered her onto the ground. Willow’s knees felt shaky as she readjusted her skirt and he fixed his pants.

“Maybe I should dye my hair blonde more often,” Willow said, sighing contentedly.

Angel looked at her and smiled. “I completely agree.”