First Line Meme....Willow/Angel Drabble
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snoggedTitle: Crossing Paths
Author: snogged
Characters: Angel/Willow
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Feedback: Please.
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velvetwhip and uses the first line in her story "If Wishes Were Horses">
He’s not really sure why she’s in his bed, but he’s drunk and angry and horny and not inclined to look a gift shag in the mouth.
He nudges her legs apart and she looks at him with those damn, green orbs of untapped innocence. It's a little, hard to take her empathy and understanding when he's feeling like this.
He slams into her and she yields, moving her hips to meet his desperate thrusts.
"Willow, we can't do this. What about my-"
She pressed her finger to his lips and smiles. “This isn’t about love, Angel. It’s not about happiness. It’s about two people crossing paths for a night and finding comfort on the physical plane.”
No wonder this girl was valedictorian of her graduating class. She’s got a rational explanation for everything.
But was it really going to be that simple to let her keep walking her path without him?
Author: snogged
Characters: Angel/Willow
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Feedback: Please.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss Whedon owns all.
Author's Notes: This was written for
velvetwhip and uses the first line in her story "If Wishes Were Horses">He’s not really sure why she’s in his bed, but he’s drunk and angry and horny and not inclined to look a gift shag in the mouth.
He nudges her legs apart and she looks at him with those damn, green orbs of untapped innocence. It's a little, hard to take her empathy and understanding when he's feeling like this.
He slams into her and she yields, moving her hips to meet his desperate thrusts.
"Willow, we can't do this. What about my-"
She pressed her finger to his lips and smiles. “This isn’t about love, Angel. It’s not about happiness. It’s about two people crossing paths for a night and finding comfort on the physical plane.”
No wonder this girl was valedictorian of her graduating class. She’s got a rational explanation for everything.
But was it really going to be that simple to let her keep walking her path without him?
