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Title: In Love With Your Ghost
Author: snogged
Show: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Willow, minor Willow/Oz
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Setting: Between Season 3 and Season 4
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I don’t. I also didn’t come up with the idea for the Master/slave game. That was from “Cruel Intentions 3” and some of the quotes are from the film. The title is taken from the song “Ghost” by the Indigo Girls.
A/N: This is what the poll was about but I changed my original idea slightly.
When he had been there, she hadn’t really noticed. She had concentrated on deepening her relationship with Oz, which almost exploded when Xander had expressed interest in her. She had concentrated on improving her magical abilities. She knew that he was with Buffy and that he had been so helpful in defeating the Mayor’s Ascension.
But then he left for LA and Willow started to notice that he was missing. She kept thinking about the moment that he grabbed her hand and told her that he needed her. She knew he had been delusional and probably thought she was Buffy but it triggered something. It had left a tiny pinprick in her heart and now that he was gone, thoughts of him rushed through her and it felt like she was drowning in him.
She touched her wrist where he had touched her in his fevered state and stared out the living room window of Giles’ home. Buffy and Giles were discussing strategy for Buffy’s adventures into college. Oz was in San Francisco with the band. Xander and Anya were off doing who knows what in the bathroom.
Her eyes glazed over as she stared out the window, her thoughts drifting to other places and other things. Her daydreams led her to a darkened room. There were flashes of lightning and rain pounding against the window. To her left, there was a four-poster, wrought iron bed and there was someone in it. She walked towards the bed and was surprised to see him lying there.
“Hello Willow,” he whispered. His voice dark and seductive. It sent shivers up and down her spine.
“Angel, what are you doing here?”
“It’s your mind, Willow.” Angel smirked and crooked a finger, motioning for her to come to the bed. “You want me to be here.”
Willow stepped towards the bed, her fingers brushing against her sides. She felt silk crinkle between her fingers and she glanced down. She was wearing a thin, jade negligee and he, well, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and she wasn’t sure if he was wearing anything else.
Angel held up a gold coin. “Do you take risks, Willow?”
Willow looked at the vampire in confusion. She was starting to wonder where her thoughts were planning to take her. “Depends on the risk.”
“How about a coin toss? Win or lose. It’s the simplest of risks.” Angel tipped the coin back and forth, the gold shimmering.
Willow sat down on the edge of the bed and looked into his eyes.
“First, a simple risk. Heads or tails? Winner gets this coin.” Angel’s eyes twinkled.
“Tails,” Willow said nervously. Where in the world was this fantasy taking her?
Angel flipped the coin and placed it on the back of his hand. The tails side stared back at them. “The coin is yours. Now, for more of a risk. Our relationship in this fantasy. Are we friends or..." He paused for a moment. "Are we Master and slave? Winner makes the rules for the evening.”
Willow blushed three shades of crimson. “But I’m with Oz. I love him.”
“Then why are you imagining this, Willow? You want this. If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. That is how the subconscious works. You imagine all the things you want but can’t have. Admit it, you want to do this. If you didn’t, I’m pretty sure Oz would be the one naked in this bed.”
Willow chewed nervously on her bottom lip. The Angel in her imagination had a point. Was it cheating if it was in her head and no one else would know?
“So what is it Willow, Heads or Tails?”
“Heads,” she whispered.
The coin flipped, shimmering as it fell back through the air into Angel’s hand. The face of the coin pointed upwards. Angel leaned in towards her, his nose touching hers.
“So who are you?”
“Slave.” The word was out before she had a chance to take it back. Angel leaned forward and kissed her with intensity. His lips and tongue devoured her mouth. His fingers moved across her skin, gently pushing her onto the bed. He broke the kiss and rose to his feet, grabbing a cell phone from a nearby table.
Willow looked at him in confusion. What the hell was going on now?
Angel dialed and a voice picked up on the other end. “Hi Oz. Yeah she’s here.”
He handed the phone to her, covering the receiver with his hand. “No matter what happens, you’re going to keep talking.”
Willow took the phone from him and put up next to her ear. Angel bent down and kissed her neck. “Hey Oz.”
“Hey baby, are you enjoying LA?”
Angel’s hands moved across her body. His lips traced kisses down her body, from neck to belly.
“It’s great.” Willow panted. Her skin felt like it was on fire.
“And how’s the weather?” Oz asked.
Angel moved between her legs, his lips brushing against her thighs. Willow squirmed, desperate to keep the phone attached to her ear.
“It’s storming like crazy.” Willow said, her voice breathy. Angel moved his head deeper between her thighs. Willow moaned loudly as his tongue flicked over her clit.
“Are you all right, Willow? You sound kinda weird.” Oz asked on the other end, concern in his voice.
“What? No, I’m fine. I’m just…relaxing. We’re watching movies so that might be it.”
His tongue dipped into her pussy, plunging in and out of her dripping hole. Willow moaned loudly, her free hand reaching for Angel’s head. Her fingers laced themselves in his hair, pushing his head deeper into the apex of her thighs. Angel swirled his tongue and gently bit down on her clit. Willow felt a shock roll through her body.
“Angel!” Willow cried. She was panting heavily. She wanted more than his tongue. She wanted him inside of her.
“Willow, I’m confused. Are you okay?” Oz asked.
Angel lifted his head and looked into Willow’s lust ridden eyes. She groaned in frustration as she lost contact “Hang up the phone, Willow.”
“I’m going to call you back.” Willow said into the phone and she let it drop to the floor. Angel moved upwards, claiming her mouth with his. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head. Then he plunged inside of her, filling her, with no mercy. She felt her body stretching to accommodate his huge girth.
“Willow,” his voice sounded feminine, which was strange. “Willow.”
Willow blinked and found herself back in the living room at Giles’ apartment. Buffy, Xander, and Anya were staring at her.
“Are you all right?” Buffy asked, looking at her friend with concern.
“You were all panty and moany. Like Xander during sex.” Anya mentioned, proving once again that she had no tact.
Willow blushed. “Sorry. I guess I was kinda distracted.”
“That’s one way of putting it.” Xander mused.
“I bet she left stains on the sofa,” Anya said with amusement. Behind her, Giles groaned.
“Are you gonna be all right?” Buffy asked again.
“Yup. I’m good. I promise. No more daydreaming for Willow.” Willow chewed on her bottom lip. She sank into the sofa and folded her arms in front of her chest. Her skin still felt hot. She still could feel the wetness between her thighs. She could still feel the desire she had for him. She loved him. Or at least she was in love with the thought of him. She desperately wanted Oz to come back so she could concentrate on him and not Angel. But there was a part of her that realized that like Xander, Angel had a part of her that Oz couldn’t touch either. But he didn't need to know that right now.
Title: In Love With Your Ghost
Author: snogged
Show: BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Willow, minor Willow/Oz
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Setting: Between Season 3 and Season 4
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I don’t. I also didn’t come up with the idea for the Master/slave game. That was from “Cruel Intentions 3” and some of the quotes are from the film. The title is taken from the song “Ghost” by the Indigo Girls.
A/N: This is what the poll was about but I changed my original idea slightly.
When he had been there, she hadn’t really noticed. She had concentrated on deepening her relationship with Oz, which almost exploded when Xander had expressed interest in her. She had concentrated on improving her magical abilities. She knew that he was with Buffy and that he had been so helpful in defeating the Mayor’s Ascension.
But then he left for LA and Willow started to notice that he was missing. She kept thinking about the moment that he grabbed her hand and told her that he needed her. She knew he had been delusional and probably thought she was Buffy but it triggered something. It had left a tiny pinprick in her heart and now that he was gone, thoughts of him rushed through her and it felt like she was drowning in him.
She touched her wrist where he had touched her in his fevered state and stared out the living room window of Giles’ home. Buffy and Giles were discussing strategy for Buffy’s adventures into college. Oz was in San Francisco with the band. Xander and Anya were off doing who knows what in the bathroom.
Her eyes glazed over as she stared out the window, her thoughts drifting to other places and other things. Her daydreams led her to a darkened room. There were flashes of lightning and rain pounding against the window. To her left, there was a four-poster, wrought iron bed and there was someone in it. She walked towards the bed and was surprised to see him lying there.
“Hello Willow,” he whispered. His voice dark and seductive. It sent shivers up and down her spine.
“Angel, what are you doing here?”
“It’s your mind, Willow.” Angel smirked and crooked a finger, motioning for her to come to the bed. “You want me to be here.”
Willow stepped towards the bed, her fingers brushing against her sides. She felt silk crinkle between her fingers and she glanced down. She was wearing a thin, jade negligee and he, well, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and she wasn’t sure if he was wearing anything else.
Angel held up a gold coin. “Do you take risks, Willow?”
Willow looked at the vampire in confusion. She was starting to wonder where her thoughts were planning to take her. “Depends on the risk.”
“How about a coin toss? Win or lose. It’s the simplest of risks.” Angel tipped the coin back and forth, the gold shimmering.
Willow sat down on the edge of the bed and looked into his eyes.
“First, a simple risk. Heads or tails? Winner gets this coin.” Angel’s eyes twinkled.
“Tails,” Willow said nervously. Where in the world was this fantasy taking her?
Angel flipped the coin and placed it on the back of his hand. The tails side stared back at them. “The coin is yours. Now, for more of a risk. Our relationship in this fantasy. Are we friends or..." He paused for a moment. "Are we Master and slave? Winner makes the rules for the evening.”
Willow blushed three shades of crimson. “But I’m with Oz. I love him.”
“Then why are you imagining this, Willow? You want this. If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. That is how the subconscious works. You imagine all the things you want but can’t have. Admit it, you want to do this. If you didn’t, I’m pretty sure Oz would be the one naked in this bed.”
Willow chewed nervously on her bottom lip. The Angel in her imagination had a point. Was it cheating if it was in her head and no one else would know?
“So what is it Willow, Heads or Tails?”
“Heads,” she whispered.
The coin flipped, shimmering as it fell back through the air into Angel’s hand. The face of the coin pointed upwards. Angel leaned in towards her, his nose touching hers.
“So who are you?”
“Slave.” The word was out before she had a chance to take it back. Angel leaned forward and kissed her with intensity. His lips and tongue devoured her mouth. His fingers moved across her skin, gently pushing her onto the bed. He broke the kiss and rose to his feet, grabbing a cell phone from a nearby table.
Willow looked at him in confusion. What the hell was going on now?
Angel dialed and a voice picked up on the other end. “Hi Oz. Yeah she’s here.”
He handed the phone to her, covering the receiver with his hand. “No matter what happens, you’re going to keep talking.”
Willow took the phone from him and put up next to her ear. Angel bent down and kissed her neck. “Hey Oz.”
“Hey baby, are you enjoying LA?”
Angel’s hands moved across her body. His lips traced kisses down her body, from neck to belly.
“It’s great.” Willow panted. Her skin felt like it was on fire.
“And how’s the weather?” Oz asked.
Angel moved between her legs, his lips brushing against her thighs. Willow squirmed, desperate to keep the phone attached to her ear.
“It’s storming like crazy.” Willow said, her voice breathy. Angel moved his head deeper between her thighs. Willow moaned loudly as his tongue flicked over her clit.
“Are you all right, Willow? You sound kinda weird.” Oz asked on the other end, concern in his voice.
“What? No, I’m fine. I’m just…relaxing. We’re watching movies so that might be it.”
His tongue dipped into her pussy, plunging in and out of her dripping hole. Willow moaned loudly, her free hand reaching for Angel’s head. Her fingers laced themselves in his hair, pushing his head deeper into the apex of her thighs. Angel swirled his tongue and gently bit down on her clit. Willow felt a shock roll through her body.
“Angel!” Willow cried. She was panting heavily. She wanted more than his tongue. She wanted him inside of her.
“Willow, I’m confused. Are you okay?” Oz asked.
Angel lifted his head and looked into Willow’s lust ridden eyes. She groaned in frustration as she lost contact “Hang up the phone, Willow.”
“I’m going to call you back.” Willow said into the phone and she let it drop to the floor. Angel moved upwards, claiming her mouth with his. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head. Then he plunged inside of her, filling her, with no mercy. She felt her body stretching to accommodate his huge girth.
“Willow,” his voice sounded feminine, which was strange. “Willow.”
Willow blinked and found herself back in the living room at Giles’ apartment. Buffy, Xander, and Anya were staring at her.
“Are you all right?” Buffy asked, looking at her friend with concern.
“You were all panty and moany. Like Xander during sex.” Anya mentioned, proving once again that she had no tact.
Willow blushed. “Sorry. I guess I was kinda distracted.”
“That’s one way of putting it.” Xander mused.
“I bet she left stains on the sofa,” Anya said with amusement. Behind her, Giles groaned.
“Are you gonna be all right?” Buffy asked again.
“Yup. I’m good. I promise. No more daydreaming for Willow.” Willow chewed on her bottom lip. She sank into the sofa and folded her arms in front of her chest. Her skin still felt hot. She still could feel the wetness between her thighs. She could still feel the desire she had for him. She loved him. Or at least she was in love with the thought of him. She desperately wanted Oz to come back so she could concentrate on him and not Angel. But there was a part of her that realized that like Xander, Angel had a part of her that Oz couldn’t touch either. But he didn't need to know that right now.
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on 2008-06-06 05:45 am (UTC)sorry for the late response!