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snoggedTitle: Turnabout (1/1)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Word Count: 2829
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17 for consensual sexual situations and language. Willow is 16 in this story.
Setting: An Alternative Take on Buffy The Vampire Slayer – Season 1 – “Welcome To The Hellmouth”
Summary: What if Darla had changed Willow into a vampire instead of Jesse?
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velvetwhip
Written for thewhichwillow 2009 with the prompt: What if Willow had been the one turned by Darla in Welcome to the Hellmouth? (Willow/Angel)
Fledglings never come out of the ground with the full knowledge and potential of what they can do as demons. They’re always feral, focusing on the basic skills they need to sate their hunger. It’s always attack and drink, attack and drink...
Like infants, they cannot comprehend what an honor it is to be reborn into the Aurelius clan. They cannot understand the sheer power of their strength, and speed. And for that crime, they get stupid and they get staked.
Darla tucked her hair behind her ear, letting the thought of the pretty boy who tasted like fear, and copper, and desperation linger in her mind. She was still pissed that he escaped. It would have been much more fun to have him around as bait, to teach him all the tricks that every one of her boys knew.
If Victor had been more cunning, he wouldn’t have ended up as an ash pile, wouldn’t have lost to the Slayer so damn easily. And she wouldn’t be stuck here with the taste of nerd on her lips.
She glanced over at the girl- Willow- and laughed when the young redhead tentatively ran her tongue over her new fangs and her eyes widened with surprise as she realized how sharp they were.
It would be a real wonder if their plan of using Willow as bait to trap the Slayer even worked. It would be more likely that the annoying, holier-than-thou bitch would take one look at her friend, realize how much of a klutzy idiot she still was, and invite her back into their fold.
“Shall we get you a snack?” Darla asked, condescension lacing her tone. She was far too old to play babysitter. She should be with the Master instead, working hand in hand with him to ensure that the Harvest would go smoothly. But, no, he gave that job to Luke. All muscle, and no brains. She was the smart one, and sooner or later, that would be something they’d never forget.
Willow nodded, the creases in her forehead shifting into thick ridges. Despite being more demonic this way, however, Darla wasn’t impressed.
There was no way that the entire span of eternity could be long enough to teach this girl everything she needed to know.
***
Jasmine bloomed heavily in the park they found; the scent assaulted her heightened senses and made Darla wrinkle her nose in disgust. Drusilla, on the other hand, had always loved that stuff. She insisted on shoving it into every corner of every hideout they’d taken up residence in during their stay in Europe. And Angelus had never complained. He always spoiled that crazy bitch.
Angelus.
Even now the name still left a sour taste in her mouth. He was her boy, her childe, and her biggest disappointment. She still remembered the way the soul had burned through him, the way it had chained his demon, the way it had taken him away from her.
He was nothing now. Nothing but a spineless, weak coward who didn’t deserve anything but…her.
Willow appraised the park, seeking out a victim that would sate the bloodlust curling and twisting inside her stomach. She’d never known a pain quite like this, not even when she broke her wrist after trying to jump off the swings the same way Xander had.
Xander.
He would be a delicious treat, would melt in her mouth, would chase away the pestering ache. Because he would notice her like this, he would notice her and he would give her everything she wanted, everything she ever dreamed.
Willow sighed, wondering what it would take to turn a fantasy like that into reality. She was a vampire now, so it wasn’t like it would be super hard or anything. She was supposed to be good at these things now. Things like boys, and talking, and beating things up to a bloody pulp. All the things she had pretty much sucked at as a human.
She barely even noticed when Darla’s hands fell onto her shoulder, squeezing the muscle with an urgency that Willow had never expected to see in a vampire. It was the kind of urgency that made Willow think that there was something coming, and that something was freaking Darla out. “We need to go.”
“Actually, Darla, I think you need to stay.”
Another vampire appeared beside them, and Willow felt Darla’s whole body shudder under his dark gaze as if he was Elvis Presley or something. While she would admit that he was really nice to look at seeing that he was tall, and had broad shoulders, and was shrouded in mystery…he was no John Cusack and no Xander either. Those top slots were filled and she wasn’t gonna change her mind anytime soon.
“Angel,” Darla said, her sudden forward stance exaggerated by an assertiveness that Willow wasn’t sure she really had.
“Making new pets, are we?” Angel asked, looking over to where Willow stood. He had to admit that even as a demon, she had that cute, pure-of-heart look that Angelus would have loved to destroy. But the soul in him felt far more interested in redeeming her, helping her reconnect with the sweet innocence still in her eyes. There was something about her that told him that she wasn’t the kind of girl that could just get a stake through the heart.
“More like adopting a lost puppy,” Darla smirked, clearly determined to play it casual even if he still had that power to make her feel beneath him. “Much like I did when I took your sorry, drunk ass off the streets.”
Angel chuckled, but didn’t relax. He needed to be on guard in case a fight broke out, and knowing Darla that could happen any second now. “Big words for a girl in a Catholic school uniform. Trying to remind me how much I used to love nuns? Because you know you’ll never compare to them, baby. The purest at heart will always be miles ahead of you.”
“Fucker,” Darla growled, lunging at him with a clenched fist. Angel blocked it, and pushed back, using his strength to take the upper hand. Darla shrieked as a white hot arc of pain shot through her arm, and Angel grabbed her by the shoulders and tossed her towards a nearby tree. Branches snapped in half from the impact and leaves burst from their twigs to scatter the park in an autumn shower.
Willow felt her body move of its own accord as Darla hit the ground, and she invaded Angel’s personal space, reminding herself that as a vampire, she could totally do this sort of thing now. The hunger pangs that nearly killed her earlier had subsided in favor of pursuing violence and protecting her sire.
With a new competitor in the ring, Angel found himself changing pace, slowing things down just to see what this new girl could do. She looked barely sixteen in that navy blue jumper, and the curve of her muscles weren’t even pronounced under the cotton turtleneck and tights she had on. Based on the scent of fresh soap and cranberry juice, she’d only been a fledge less than twelve hours. Hadn’t even been undead long enough to make her first kill.
Willow attacked first, using the flats of her palms to try and shove him over. But he didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed her wrists, hoisting them above her head, forcing their bodies closer together. If she had a heart, it would be beating wildly against his chest. If she had breath, it would have whooshed out of her lungs long ago. She’d never gotten this close to a boy before, never felt the rushing heat of her hormones winding their way down to her core. As a human, she’d been terrified of these things; she’d stumble and fall, and make up some excuse just to get out of dodge. But as a vampire, there was no urge to run because every part of her was screaming for her to stay. Maybe there was some room in those top slots after all…
“Don’t tell me you’ve had enough,” Angel whispered, aware of the way his cock was stirring inside his pants. It wasn’t the first time a fight had ever turned him on, but something about this one felt different.
“No,” Willow responded, wedging her leg between his, trying to find the best way to knock him off balance. Instead, she felt something hard dig into her thigh…something like a…penis. Whoa, Nelly…where did that come from?
Angel took advantage of her shock, and spun her, keeping a tight hold on her wrists as he pinned her against the nearest tree. Darla was a fading memory, and as far as he cared, she was probably running back to the Master with her tail between her legs. “Died a virgin?”
Willow nodded slowly, more intrigued than nervous when Angel released his hold on her, letting his fingers skate down the insides of her arms. “That’s bad, isn’t it? I mean, aren’t vampires supposed to be all sexy and stuff? And, I would guess that being a virgin vampire is kinda…lame…” As her babble trailed off, she felt ashamed of it. Even as a vampire, she couldn’t get it right. Perhaps she was doomed to spend the rest of eternity being the nerd she always was.
“I suspect it won’t be an issue,” Angel assured her, hand settling against the side of her breast. He’d never guessed that this was where his night would take him. Never would have imagined that he’d be here with a fresh vampire who looked so eager to get it right. “There are far better ways to show how sexy you are…”
Willow closed her eyes for a second, thinking back to the message that Buffy had insisted she follow: Carpe Diem. Granted, her new friend had followed it with an ironic comment about being dead the next day, but that didn’t make the point moot. Her eyes flicked open and tilted up her chin, capturing Angel’s lips in a deep, smoldering kiss.
The shift in dominance came as a bit of a surprise, but Angel welcomed it. Willow needed to learn how to be confident if she was going to make it as a demon, and he was willing enough to teach her that. He was also willing enough to show her the other side of the world. The world he’d inhabited for decades now. She could see how to live right by the humans she would need to walk with, could learn to honor a calling that he never got to choose for himself.
Angel never really considered the act of being a savior before, but she was certainly making that option come alive with every nerve ending the swish of her tongue was setting on fire.
He squeezed her breast, wishing he wasn’t blocked by the heavy layers, and felt her sigh in pleasure against his lips. But, as much as he’d love to have her naked and squirming in the grass, he considered the risk and weighed his options. It would be just as well to scoot her skirt upwards and rip those tights into shreds. At least, that’s what his demon is begging him to do.
The tree bark scraped her back and she shifted slightly, changing the spread of her legs, the alignment of their hips, and inadvertently, bringing the bulge of his manhood closer to her sex. And her hypothesis was that the build-up of pulsing sensations she was experiencing from his hands, and his lips, and his tongue would send her crashing over the edge the second he lost his trousers and thrust inside of her.
Angel hadn’t stopped kissing her, hadn’t needed to let her up for air because she was just like him now. She could be physically pushed to the edge of darkness and back, and her body would take every second of it without protest. It was just one of the many perks of being a denizen in the underworld. Other perks of the lifestyle? Lightning speed and super strength.
The stitches in Willow’s hem ripped apart like paper when he applied a bit of forceful pressure with his fingers. As a human, she would have turned red with shame and embarrassment, would have tried to cover herself up from his gaze. But in this headspace, she wanted him to see. Wanted him to find whatever hint of sexy might be lying anywhere in her body because she’d never been able to find it before.
He wasn’t a stranger to her anymore. He was connected to her, on every plane, on every level. And as she reached her arms around him and worked open the button fly, she wanted him to feel that too.
Angel steeled himself as she reached inside his pants and pulled out his prick, running her fingers over the ridges without the tentative hand he was expecting. Darla had always complained about fledges’ not knowing a damn thing in their first few days of life, but Angel had never latched onto that logic. He knew better because he’d seen it, was seeing it happen now. This girl was transforming right in front of his eyes, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
As Willow explored the newness of having something so full of life bobbing in her hands, she thought back to threads of conversations she’d heard while watching Jesse and Xander play video games. She remembered the way they talked about girls, and how Jesse would always have to add in something lewd regarding the ways he’d wanna get stroked off. Xander had never talked that way, of course, which probably explained why she had Jesse’s voice in her head now, urging her to encircle the root of Angel’s cock and give it a few sharp tugs. Her action was rewarded with a groan, low and throaty, and it made her grin.
“Willow…” he whispered her name, filling her senses with an awareness of how much he wanted her, craved her.
She let go of him for a moment, tugging down her panties, and then brought him back to her entrance. Angel lined himself up with her dripping slit and he took that moment to slide into home. In his head, the demon crowed inside the gilded cage, pleased that his souled counterpart actually had the balls to go through with this. But he had no intentions of drilling her into the tree bark; he wanted to take this slow, wanted her body to float on the languid movement of his thrusts.
There would be plenty of time for her to discover the hard place where pain and pleasure meet, plenty of time for her to descend into the layers of oblivion and see how each one was uniquely designed to draw screams from her lips.
Her body worked with his, matched his movements. She didn’t feel the falter that she had anticipated, didn’t feel like she had two left feet. He was making this dance for her, choreographing the steps right on the spot as if he knew just how she would need it. Her new muscles were made to clench and squeeze, made to pull and tug at his energy to create any design she wanted.
She pushed off from the tree, finally finding the strength she needed to propel them to the soft grass. They landed with a soft thump, with Willow’s legs on either side of him, and Angel looked up at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“I knew you could take me down,” he murmured, as her hips rocked against his. He knew she was going to succeed all along, knew he had more faith in her than her own sire did. And that was just one more reason why she needed to be saved. Why she needed to stay with him. Because only he could give her that true sense of accomplishment.
Besides, what was one less vampire at the Master’s Harvest? That tiny slip of a Slayer girl was going to kill them all anyways.
The mixture of pride and pleasure was enough tip the scales in Willow’s favor, and her body seized up around him as something wonderful rolled through her like an ocean wave. It was the most overpowering thing she’d felt since entering this new life, and she knew right then and there that she wanted to chase it forever.
“Stay with me,” Angel requested, bursting through his own climax barely seconds later. “Let me take care of you.”
She nodded without thinking, signing off on a contract where the fine print had never truly been explained. But she knew that he was a good teacher, that he could show her things, and he could mold her to fit whatever expectations were out there for someone like her.
And that sounded pretty darn good to her.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Word Count: 2829
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17 for consensual sexual situations and language. Willow is 16 in this story.
Setting: An Alternative Take on Buffy The Vampire Slayer – Season 1 – “Welcome To The Hellmouth”
Summary: What if Darla had changed Willow into a vampire instead of Jesse?
Beta:
velvetwhipWritten for the
whichwillow 2009 with the prompt: What if Willow had been the one turned by Darla in Welcome to the Hellmouth? (Willow/Angel) Fledglings never come out of the ground with the full knowledge and potential of what they can do as demons. They’re always feral, focusing on the basic skills they need to sate their hunger. It’s always attack and drink, attack and drink...
Like infants, they cannot comprehend what an honor it is to be reborn into the Aurelius clan. They cannot understand the sheer power of their strength, and speed. And for that crime, they get stupid and they get staked.
Darla tucked her hair behind her ear, letting the thought of the pretty boy who tasted like fear, and copper, and desperation linger in her mind. She was still pissed that he escaped. It would have been much more fun to have him around as bait, to teach him all the tricks that every one of her boys knew.
If Victor had been more cunning, he wouldn’t have ended up as an ash pile, wouldn’t have lost to the Slayer so damn easily. And she wouldn’t be stuck here with the taste of nerd on her lips.
She glanced over at the girl- Willow- and laughed when the young redhead tentatively ran her tongue over her new fangs and her eyes widened with surprise as she realized how sharp they were.
It would be a real wonder if their plan of using Willow as bait to trap the Slayer even worked. It would be more likely that the annoying, holier-than-thou bitch would take one look at her friend, realize how much of a klutzy idiot she still was, and invite her back into their fold.
“Shall we get you a snack?” Darla asked, condescension lacing her tone. She was far too old to play babysitter. She should be with the Master instead, working hand in hand with him to ensure that the Harvest would go smoothly. But, no, he gave that job to Luke. All muscle, and no brains. She was the smart one, and sooner or later, that would be something they’d never forget.
Willow nodded, the creases in her forehead shifting into thick ridges. Despite being more demonic this way, however, Darla wasn’t impressed.
There was no way that the entire span of eternity could be long enough to teach this girl everything she needed to know.
***
Jasmine bloomed heavily in the park they found; the scent assaulted her heightened senses and made Darla wrinkle her nose in disgust. Drusilla, on the other hand, had always loved that stuff. She insisted on shoving it into every corner of every hideout they’d taken up residence in during their stay in Europe. And Angelus had never complained. He always spoiled that crazy bitch.
Angelus.
Even now the name still left a sour taste in her mouth. He was her boy, her childe, and her biggest disappointment. She still remembered the way the soul had burned through him, the way it had chained his demon, the way it had taken him away from her.
He was nothing now. Nothing but a spineless, weak coward who didn’t deserve anything but…her.
Willow appraised the park, seeking out a victim that would sate the bloodlust curling and twisting inside her stomach. She’d never known a pain quite like this, not even when she broke her wrist after trying to jump off the swings the same way Xander had.
Xander.
He would be a delicious treat, would melt in her mouth, would chase away the pestering ache. Because he would notice her like this, he would notice her and he would give her everything she wanted, everything she ever dreamed.
Willow sighed, wondering what it would take to turn a fantasy like that into reality. She was a vampire now, so it wasn’t like it would be super hard or anything. She was supposed to be good at these things now. Things like boys, and talking, and beating things up to a bloody pulp. All the things she had pretty much sucked at as a human.
She barely even noticed when Darla’s hands fell onto her shoulder, squeezing the muscle with an urgency that Willow had never expected to see in a vampire. It was the kind of urgency that made Willow think that there was something coming, and that something was freaking Darla out. “We need to go.”
“Actually, Darla, I think you need to stay.”
Another vampire appeared beside them, and Willow felt Darla’s whole body shudder under his dark gaze as if he was Elvis Presley or something. While she would admit that he was really nice to look at seeing that he was tall, and had broad shoulders, and was shrouded in mystery…he was no John Cusack and no Xander either. Those top slots were filled and she wasn’t gonna change her mind anytime soon.
“Angel,” Darla said, her sudden forward stance exaggerated by an assertiveness that Willow wasn’t sure she really had.
“Making new pets, are we?” Angel asked, looking over to where Willow stood. He had to admit that even as a demon, she had that cute, pure-of-heart look that Angelus would have loved to destroy. But the soul in him felt far more interested in redeeming her, helping her reconnect with the sweet innocence still in her eyes. There was something about her that told him that she wasn’t the kind of girl that could just get a stake through the heart.
“More like adopting a lost puppy,” Darla smirked, clearly determined to play it casual even if he still had that power to make her feel beneath him. “Much like I did when I took your sorry, drunk ass off the streets.”
Angel chuckled, but didn’t relax. He needed to be on guard in case a fight broke out, and knowing Darla that could happen any second now. “Big words for a girl in a Catholic school uniform. Trying to remind me how much I used to love nuns? Because you know you’ll never compare to them, baby. The purest at heart will always be miles ahead of you.”
“Fucker,” Darla growled, lunging at him with a clenched fist. Angel blocked it, and pushed back, using his strength to take the upper hand. Darla shrieked as a white hot arc of pain shot through her arm, and Angel grabbed her by the shoulders and tossed her towards a nearby tree. Branches snapped in half from the impact and leaves burst from their twigs to scatter the park in an autumn shower.
Willow felt her body move of its own accord as Darla hit the ground, and she invaded Angel’s personal space, reminding herself that as a vampire, she could totally do this sort of thing now. The hunger pangs that nearly killed her earlier had subsided in favor of pursuing violence and protecting her sire.
With a new competitor in the ring, Angel found himself changing pace, slowing things down just to see what this new girl could do. She looked barely sixteen in that navy blue jumper, and the curve of her muscles weren’t even pronounced under the cotton turtleneck and tights she had on. Based on the scent of fresh soap and cranberry juice, she’d only been a fledge less than twelve hours. Hadn’t even been undead long enough to make her first kill.
Willow attacked first, using the flats of her palms to try and shove him over. But he didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed her wrists, hoisting them above her head, forcing their bodies closer together. If she had a heart, it would be beating wildly against his chest. If she had breath, it would have whooshed out of her lungs long ago. She’d never gotten this close to a boy before, never felt the rushing heat of her hormones winding their way down to her core. As a human, she’d been terrified of these things; she’d stumble and fall, and make up some excuse just to get out of dodge. But as a vampire, there was no urge to run because every part of her was screaming for her to stay. Maybe there was some room in those top slots after all…
“Don’t tell me you’ve had enough,” Angel whispered, aware of the way his cock was stirring inside his pants. It wasn’t the first time a fight had ever turned him on, but something about this one felt different.
“No,” Willow responded, wedging her leg between his, trying to find the best way to knock him off balance. Instead, she felt something hard dig into her thigh…something like a…penis. Whoa, Nelly…where did that come from?
Angel took advantage of her shock, and spun her, keeping a tight hold on her wrists as he pinned her against the nearest tree. Darla was a fading memory, and as far as he cared, she was probably running back to the Master with her tail between her legs. “Died a virgin?”
Willow nodded slowly, more intrigued than nervous when Angel released his hold on her, letting his fingers skate down the insides of her arms. “That’s bad, isn’t it? I mean, aren’t vampires supposed to be all sexy and stuff? And, I would guess that being a virgin vampire is kinda…lame…” As her babble trailed off, she felt ashamed of it. Even as a vampire, she couldn’t get it right. Perhaps she was doomed to spend the rest of eternity being the nerd she always was.
“I suspect it won’t be an issue,” Angel assured her, hand settling against the side of her breast. He’d never guessed that this was where his night would take him. Never would have imagined that he’d be here with a fresh vampire who looked so eager to get it right. “There are far better ways to show how sexy you are…”
Willow closed her eyes for a second, thinking back to the message that Buffy had insisted she follow: Carpe Diem. Granted, her new friend had followed it with an ironic comment about being dead the next day, but that didn’t make the point moot. Her eyes flicked open and tilted up her chin, capturing Angel’s lips in a deep, smoldering kiss.
The shift in dominance came as a bit of a surprise, but Angel welcomed it. Willow needed to learn how to be confident if she was going to make it as a demon, and he was willing enough to teach her that. He was also willing enough to show her the other side of the world. The world he’d inhabited for decades now. She could see how to live right by the humans she would need to walk with, could learn to honor a calling that he never got to choose for himself.
Angel never really considered the act of being a savior before, but she was certainly making that option come alive with every nerve ending the swish of her tongue was setting on fire.
He squeezed her breast, wishing he wasn’t blocked by the heavy layers, and felt her sigh in pleasure against his lips. But, as much as he’d love to have her naked and squirming in the grass, he considered the risk and weighed his options. It would be just as well to scoot her skirt upwards and rip those tights into shreds. At least, that’s what his demon is begging him to do.
The tree bark scraped her back and she shifted slightly, changing the spread of her legs, the alignment of their hips, and inadvertently, bringing the bulge of his manhood closer to her sex. And her hypothesis was that the build-up of pulsing sensations she was experiencing from his hands, and his lips, and his tongue would send her crashing over the edge the second he lost his trousers and thrust inside of her.
Angel hadn’t stopped kissing her, hadn’t needed to let her up for air because she was just like him now. She could be physically pushed to the edge of darkness and back, and her body would take every second of it without protest. It was just one of the many perks of being a denizen in the underworld. Other perks of the lifestyle? Lightning speed and super strength.
The stitches in Willow’s hem ripped apart like paper when he applied a bit of forceful pressure with his fingers. As a human, she would have turned red with shame and embarrassment, would have tried to cover herself up from his gaze. But in this headspace, she wanted him to see. Wanted him to find whatever hint of sexy might be lying anywhere in her body because she’d never been able to find it before.
He wasn’t a stranger to her anymore. He was connected to her, on every plane, on every level. And as she reached her arms around him and worked open the button fly, she wanted him to feel that too.
Angel steeled himself as she reached inside his pants and pulled out his prick, running her fingers over the ridges without the tentative hand he was expecting. Darla had always complained about fledges’ not knowing a damn thing in their first few days of life, but Angel had never latched onto that logic. He knew better because he’d seen it, was seeing it happen now. This girl was transforming right in front of his eyes, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
As Willow explored the newness of having something so full of life bobbing in her hands, she thought back to threads of conversations she’d heard while watching Jesse and Xander play video games. She remembered the way they talked about girls, and how Jesse would always have to add in something lewd regarding the ways he’d wanna get stroked off. Xander had never talked that way, of course, which probably explained why she had Jesse’s voice in her head now, urging her to encircle the root of Angel’s cock and give it a few sharp tugs. Her action was rewarded with a groan, low and throaty, and it made her grin.
“Willow…” he whispered her name, filling her senses with an awareness of how much he wanted her, craved her.
She let go of him for a moment, tugging down her panties, and then brought him back to her entrance. Angel lined himself up with her dripping slit and he took that moment to slide into home. In his head, the demon crowed inside the gilded cage, pleased that his souled counterpart actually had the balls to go through with this. But he had no intentions of drilling her into the tree bark; he wanted to take this slow, wanted her body to float on the languid movement of his thrusts.
There would be plenty of time for her to discover the hard place where pain and pleasure meet, plenty of time for her to descend into the layers of oblivion and see how each one was uniquely designed to draw screams from her lips.
Her body worked with his, matched his movements. She didn’t feel the falter that she had anticipated, didn’t feel like she had two left feet. He was making this dance for her, choreographing the steps right on the spot as if he knew just how she would need it. Her new muscles were made to clench and squeeze, made to pull and tug at his energy to create any design she wanted.
She pushed off from the tree, finally finding the strength she needed to propel them to the soft grass. They landed with a soft thump, with Willow’s legs on either side of him, and Angel looked up at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“I knew you could take me down,” he murmured, as her hips rocked against his. He knew she was going to succeed all along, knew he had more faith in her than her own sire did. And that was just one more reason why she needed to be saved. Why she needed to stay with him. Because only he could give her that true sense of accomplishment.
Besides, what was one less vampire at the Master’s Harvest? That tiny slip of a Slayer girl was going to kill them all anyways.
The mixture of pride and pleasure was enough tip the scales in Willow’s favor, and her body seized up around him as something wonderful rolled through her like an ocean wave. It was the most overpowering thing she’d felt since entering this new life, and she knew right then and there that she wanted to chase it forever.
“Stay with me,” Angel requested, bursting through his own climax barely seconds later. “Let me take care of you.”
She nodded without thinking, signing off on a contract where the fine print had never truly been explained. But she knew that he was a good teacher, that he could show her things, and he could mold her to fit whatever expectations were out there for someone like her.
And that sounded pretty darn good to her.
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on 2009-12-14 01:49 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2009-12-14 03:14 am (UTC)It sure will be. But I think it ties into my theory that vampires don't come out of the ground as rulers. They have to be trained for that first.
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on 2009-12-14 10:00 am (UTC)Mmmmmmm! Sexy, delicious and hot as Hell!
*smooches* xxxx
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on 2009-12-15 03:11 am (UTC)That's what I like to hear :)
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on 2009-12-14 03:38 pm (UTC)Great job!
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on 2009-12-15 03:11 am (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2009-12-16 04:17 am (UTC)This was extremely hot. I liked how Willow was still a little nervous and naive. Your Darla was spot on, too.
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on 2010-05-08 03:24 am (UTC)Review
on 2013-07-03 09:13 am (UTC)Re: Review
on 2013-07-11 10:26 pm (UTC)