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Title: Mission X (12/14)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Riley
Word Count: 1605
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13. This chapter IS FRAO/NC-17; language, angst, drama, violence, het sex, sexual innuendo.
Setting: AU! Season 6. Parts of this story come from the established canon plot lines and others are my own desire to twist things my way.
Summary: When Riley comes back to Sunnydale, he stays for a reason that’s not Buffy.
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The ride back to the Summer’s home from the General’s Sunnydale headquarters – which happened to be a badly painted rental home down the street from UC-Sunnydale and the old Initiative headquarters - was mostly a quiet one, save for the bickering between Spike and Xander over who had control of the radio. It seemed that no one wanted to talk about what they had just done.
Willow was grateful that they had found her so quickly. She’d been thrilled that Buffy had been able to demonstrate her Slayer prowess and take the General down a peg or two. And the best part of all was that Lazarus wasn’t currently in hot pursuit of them. Or at least, he didn’t seem to be as there were no flaming fireballs to be seen in the rearview mirror. As far as anyone could tell, they had won this round. Sure, she wouldn’t have minded if someone had suggested victory ice cream or victory pizza to celebrate their success, but Riley’s hand subtly stroking the top of her right thigh made her believe that victory sex was a very real possibility.
It was certainly a possibility that warranted her continued silence because she had to think. She had to think about the role her body would play- whether it would want to be on top, whether it would want to be on the bottom. She had to think about how Riley would treat her body- imagine how he might caress her, imagine how he might stroke her. For the first time in two years, she had to think about what it would be like to have a man inside of her again and that was the most powerful thought of them all.
This wasn’t the first time she’d thought about sex since she and Riley had gotten together, though. For starters, she hadn’t insisted she was gay the first time he kissed her and that must have meant something inside of her had wanted her to see that attraction still existed on both sides of the fence. She also wasn’t dumb enough to ignore the deep, warm tingles surging in her gut every time his lips worked their blissful magic on her mouth.
As the station wagon- which turned out to be on loan from Xander’s boss while Xander’s truck was in the shop- pulled into the driveway and stopped, Riley squeezed her thigh and offered a reassuring smile that remained until they reached the privacy of Willow’s bedroom.
“You’re safe now,” Riley said, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into the sweet scent of her auburn locks. “I’m not letting them touch you again. I should never have let them anywhere near you…”
So she lifted herself onto her toes and angled her neck to kiss him, to soothe him, to taste him. Any doubts that had filtered through her head about being intimate with Riley earlier vanished as her mind buzzed with instant pleasure from his lips touching hers. The way he kissed her –not too hard, not too soft- painted a picture of who he was as a lover. There was no trace of Tara, Oz, Xander, Buffy, or Sam hindering their connection. It was one hundred percent Riley and Willow…complete with blind stumbles and clumsy collapses as their bodies hit the pillow-top mattress.
Willow’s breath hitched and her heart fluttered as Riley re-aligned their bodies, positioning himself on top of her as his tongue found its way into the moist recesses of her mouth and his hands slid sensuously down her sides, navigating the curves of her body. Heat growing between them, Willow whimpered and rocked her hips, feeling the unmistakable bulge of Riley’s manhood press against her thigh, seeking to escape its denim confines.
“Riley…” she panted, reaching up to cup his cheek, hoping to that the gesture would indicate an immediate desire for clothing removal. At the very least, it seemed to be the least slutty way to say it.
Without a word, Riley obliged her, shifting his body in a way that would allow him to grab the hem of Willow’s shirt. Willow pried herself off the mattress and lifted her arms over her head. Once her top hit the floor, she reached for Riley’s t-shirt, mesmerized by the way his muscles rippled as the fabric lifted off his skin.
Grinning, Riley leaned forward and unclasped her white cotton bra, sliding it off her shoulders. Eagerly, he dipped his head, latching his mouth onto a dusky pink nipple and teasing it to a point with his tongue. Willow mewled in bliss as her body trembled under his ministrations, her world falling away from reality as his hands travelled down her abdomen, her stomach, her waist. His fingers slid under the elastic waistband of her skirt and he softly pressed down on the growing wet spot on her panties, drawing a whimper from her throat. Then, his fingers snuck past the cloth barrier and slipped into her glistening folds. Despite the restriction that her underwear still provided, Riley worked his magic, his fingers moving inside her. She couldn’t remember anyone touching her quite like this before, making her feel quite like this before.
It was amazing, it was intoxicating, it was magical…
But before she could feel the longed-for release of pleasure waves sweeping across her body, Riley removed his fingers; switching gears to pull a condom from his wallet, undo the button fly, and wiggle out of his jeans. Her body ached from his denial, her hips twisted to find him, to connect with him again. She eased the process while he rolled the latex sheath onto his erection by pushing her skirt and panties down, baring all. It wasn’t long before he rewarded her, guiding his erection inside of her, groaning as she tightened around him.
“Willow…” Riley breathed. “Never gonna hurt you.”
It didn’t take much to find a steady rhythm, to discover the pace they both craved as their bodies rocked together in sweet harmony. Riley locked his eyes with hers as the thrusts intensified and a wide smile crossed his face as he watched her body writhe with the ecstasy they created within each other. And when the flood gates opened, her spasms of pleasure were enough to take them both into the sweet, drowning whirlpool of orgasmic oblivion.
Willow sighed deeply as Riley disconnected their bodies, rolling over onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow, pressing his chin into the palm of his hand. A small half-smile curved the right corner of his mouth and his eyes twinkled with a contended afterglow. “You were amazing…and a little dangerous. Wasn’t sure we going to make it the bed at first.”
It was supposed to be a joke, supposed to be playful teasing in the aftermath of their intimacy, but the word ‘dangerous’ made Willow freeze. She’d heard that before. Giles had said it. Tara had said it. More recently, General Huth had said that about her too. That’s why he wanted her in the first place. That’s why he’d kidnapped her, because he knew what she was and what she was capable of. He wanted her to be his Lazarus 2.0 for crying out loud and that certainly indicated a strong level of dangerousness.
On top of that, there was the whole matter of her doppelganger, who had been all about the evil, in addition to being skanky and kind of gay. She had already proven that she possessed one of those characteristics - what would stop her from having the others?
“Riley…?” Willow asked, scraping her teeth over her bottom lip. It was the one nervous habit that Xander was polite enough to never point out. “Do you really think I’m dangerous?”
Riley paused, clearly processing the change in tone that had just taken place. She couldn’t blame him for that. They had just had really fantastic sex and she had gone ruined it with a single question.
Nice one, Rosenberg. Way to screw everything up…
Riley’s free hand found her stomach and the pads of his fingers slowly made curlicue designs over her skin as his lips pressed against her temple. “The short answer is no. You’re one of the good ones, Willow. You have a big heart and you genuinely care about people.”
No matter how inspirational it sounded, Willow couldn’t ignore the fact that it felt like there was a ‘but’ hanging on the end of Riley’s words of validation. “But…”
Riley sighed and shook his head. “You’ve touched darkness, Willow. No one is going to deny that. You know what you’re capable of doing with magic and you have unintentionally hurt people when you’ve tried to make things better.”
Willow gulped as she remembered Buffy’s reincarnation; the Tabula Rasa spell that erased her friends’ memories; the ‘Will Be Done’ spell that led to so much badness, including Giles going blind and Spike and Buffy wanting to marry each other. Maybe she really was dangerous. Maybe she should just turn herself over to the General right now.
“Riley…do you think I’m…”
Riley’s hand stopped, settling on her abdomen, seriousness shadowing his eyes. “I think you’re perfect and I think the General isn’t going to know what hit him when you take down that damn wizard of his.”
A witch’s work was never done.
Chapter 13
Title: Mission X (12/14)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Riley
Word Count: 1605
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13. This chapter IS FRAO/NC-17; language, angst, drama, violence, het sex, sexual innuendo.
Setting: AU! Season 6. Parts of this story come from the established canon plot lines and others are my own desire to twist things my way.
Summary: When Riley comes back to Sunnydale, he stays for a reason that’s not Buffy.
Beta: the amazing Gabrielle and the awesome
angelskuuipo.Previous Chapters
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rua1412: One / Two The ride back to the Summer’s home from the General’s Sunnydale headquarters – which happened to be a badly painted rental home down the street from UC-Sunnydale and the old Initiative headquarters - was mostly a quiet one, save for the bickering between Spike and Xander over who had control of the radio. It seemed that no one wanted to talk about what they had just done.
Willow was grateful that they had found her so quickly. She’d been thrilled that Buffy had been able to demonstrate her Slayer prowess and take the General down a peg or two. And the best part of all was that Lazarus wasn’t currently in hot pursuit of them. Or at least, he didn’t seem to be as there were no flaming fireballs to be seen in the rearview mirror. As far as anyone could tell, they had won this round. Sure, she wouldn’t have minded if someone had suggested victory ice cream or victory pizza to celebrate their success, but Riley’s hand subtly stroking the top of her right thigh made her believe that victory sex was a very real possibility.
It was certainly a possibility that warranted her continued silence because she had to think. She had to think about the role her body would play- whether it would want to be on top, whether it would want to be on the bottom. She had to think about how Riley would treat her body- imagine how he might caress her, imagine how he might stroke her. For the first time in two years, she had to think about what it would be like to have a man inside of her again and that was the most powerful thought of them all.
This wasn’t the first time she’d thought about sex since she and Riley had gotten together, though. For starters, she hadn’t insisted she was gay the first time he kissed her and that must have meant something inside of her had wanted her to see that attraction still existed on both sides of the fence. She also wasn’t dumb enough to ignore the deep, warm tingles surging in her gut every time his lips worked their blissful magic on her mouth.
As the station wagon- which turned out to be on loan from Xander’s boss while Xander’s truck was in the shop- pulled into the driveway and stopped, Riley squeezed her thigh and offered a reassuring smile that remained until they reached the privacy of Willow’s bedroom.
“You’re safe now,” Riley said, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into the sweet scent of her auburn locks. “I’m not letting them touch you again. I should never have let them anywhere near you…”
So she lifted herself onto her toes and angled her neck to kiss him, to soothe him, to taste him. Any doubts that had filtered through her head about being intimate with Riley earlier vanished as her mind buzzed with instant pleasure from his lips touching hers. The way he kissed her –not too hard, not too soft- painted a picture of who he was as a lover. There was no trace of Tara, Oz, Xander, Buffy, or Sam hindering their connection. It was one hundred percent Riley and Willow…complete with blind stumbles and clumsy collapses as their bodies hit the pillow-top mattress.
Willow’s breath hitched and her heart fluttered as Riley re-aligned their bodies, positioning himself on top of her as his tongue found its way into the moist recesses of her mouth and his hands slid sensuously down her sides, navigating the curves of her body. Heat growing between them, Willow whimpered and rocked her hips, feeling the unmistakable bulge of Riley’s manhood press against her thigh, seeking to escape its denim confines.
“Riley…” she panted, reaching up to cup his cheek, hoping to that the gesture would indicate an immediate desire for clothing removal. At the very least, it seemed to be the least slutty way to say it.
Without a word, Riley obliged her, shifting his body in a way that would allow him to grab the hem of Willow’s shirt. Willow pried herself off the mattress and lifted her arms over her head. Once her top hit the floor, she reached for Riley’s t-shirt, mesmerized by the way his muscles rippled as the fabric lifted off his skin.
Grinning, Riley leaned forward and unclasped her white cotton bra, sliding it off her shoulders. Eagerly, he dipped his head, latching his mouth onto a dusky pink nipple and teasing it to a point with his tongue. Willow mewled in bliss as her body trembled under his ministrations, her world falling away from reality as his hands travelled down her abdomen, her stomach, her waist. His fingers slid under the elastic waistband of her skirt and he softly pressed down on the growing wet spot on her panties, drawing a whimper from her throat. Then, his fingers snuck past the cloth barrier and slipped into her glistening folds. Despite the restriction that her underwear still provided, Riley worked his magic, his fingers moving inside her. She couldn’t remember anyone touching her quite like this before, making her feel quite like this before.
It was amazing, it was intoxicating, it was magical…
But before she could feel the longed-for release of pleasure waves sweeping across her body, Riley removed his fingers; switching gears to pull a condom from his wallet, undo the button fly, and wiggle out of his jeans. Her body ached from his denial, her hips twisted to find him, to connect with him again. She eased the process while he rolled the latex sheath onto his erection by pushing her skirt and panties down, baring all. It wasn’t long before he rewarded her, guiding his erection inside of her, groaning as she tightened around him.
“Willow…” Riley breathed. “Never gonna hurt you.”
It didn’t take much to find a steady rhythm, to discover the pace they both craved as their bodies rocked together in sweet harmony. Riley locked his eyes with hers as the thrusts intensified and a wide smile crossed his face as he watched her body writhe with the ecstasy they created within each other. And when the flood gates opened, her spasms of pleasure were enough to take them both into the sweet, drowning whirlpool of orgasmic oblivion.
Willow sighed deeply as Riley disconnected their bodies, rolling over onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow, pressing his chin into the palm of his hand. A small half-smile curved the right corner of his mouth and his eyes twinkled with a contended afterglow. “You were amazing…and a little dangerous. Wasn’t sure we going to make it the bed at first.”
It was supposed to be a joke, supposed to be playful teasing in the aftermath of their intimacy, but the word ‘dangerous’ made Willow freeze. She’d heard that before. Giles had said it. Tara had said it. More recently, General Huth had said that about her too. That’s why he wanted her in the first place. That’s why he’d kidnapped her, because he knew what she was and what she was capable of. He wanted her to be his Lazarus 2.0 for crying out loud and that certainly indicated a strong level of dangerousness.
On top of that, there was the whole matter of her doppelganger, who had been all about the evil, in addition to being skanky and kind of gay. She had already proven that she possessed one of those characteristics - what would stop her from having the others?
“Riley…?” Willow asked, scraping her teeth over her bottom lip. It was the one nervous habit that Xander was polite enough to never point out. “Do you really think I’m dangerous?”
Riley paused, clearly processing the change in tone that had just taken place. She couldn’t blame him for that. They had just had really fantastic sex and she had gone ruined it with a single question.
Nice one, Rosenberg. Way to screw everything up…
Riley’s free hand found her stomach and the pads of his fingers slowly made curlicue designs over her skin as his lips pressed against her temple. “The short answer is no. You’re one of the good ones, Willow. You have a big heart and you genuinely care about people.”
No matter how inspirational it sounded, Willow couldn’t ignore the fact that it felt like there was a ‘but’ hanging on the end of Riley’s words of validation. “But…”
Riley sighed and shook his head. “You’ve touched darkness, Willow. No one is going to deny that. You know what you’re capable of doing with magic and you have unintentionally hurt people when you’ve tried to make things better.”
Willow gulped as she remembered Buffy’s reincarnation; the Tabula Rasa spell that erased her friends’ memories; the ‘Will Be Done’ spell that led to so much badness, including Giles going blind and Spike and Buffy wanting to marry each other. Maybe she really was dangerous. Maybe she should just turn herself over to the General right now.
“Riley…do you think I’m…”
Riley’s hand stopped, settling on her abdomen, seriousness shadowing his eyes. “I think you’re perfect and I think the General isn’t going to know what hit him when you take down that damn wizard of his.”
A witch’s work was never done.
Chapter 13
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on 2010-05-26 02:02 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2010-05-26 05:31 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the hotness as I much as I did while writing it.
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on 2010-05-26 05:31 am (UTC)It's nice having this transition period between graduation and landing a job. It's done wonders for my writing and my blogging. :)
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on 2010-05-26 07:29 am (UTC)I really enjoyed the shift at the end, when Riley called her dangerous. But it feels like a cliff-hanger, in disguise!
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on 2010-05-26 03:14 pm (UTC)And yep...it's sort of a cliffhanger in disguise, but it's an important one.
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on 2010-05-26 07:22 pm (UTC)Yes. I have been waiting for this for EVER. I know you were building. You were using wonderful plot. You were developing characters and the chemistry between Willow and Riley... but FINALLY! :D
Honestly. I loved this chapter. My favorite part actually being the two of them in the car with his hand on her leg. It made me smile.
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on 2010-05-26 07:38 pm (UTC)Believe me, I've never had to wait this long for the characters in my head to agree to sex it up.
I'm glad you enjoyed the pay off. :)
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