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snoggedTitle: Petals
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them all. I own nothing.
Pairing: Angel/Willow
Rating: Hard R; for floggers, flowers, pleasure/pain
Word Count: 162
Author’s Notes: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sionnach_ayame who wanted Angel/Willow and any kink of my choosing. Hope you like this, hun!
Last night he had marked her with the flogger, the leather eagerly licking and darting across her flesh, making her moan and pant with each crack. She knew that last night had been for his demon. She could tell from the dangerous gleam in Angel’s eyes when he fucked her into oblivion. He had allowed himself to lose control to keep his soul intact. Last night he was her villain.
Tonight was beautiful, long-stemmed red roses. He caressed her skin with the petals, traced them over her breasts and her thighs, making her shiver. He dragged them over her sore ass, showing her the softness of pleasure mixed with the hardness of pain. He wielded them like he had with the flogger the night before. Each blow resulted in a fragrant cloud of flower petals that swirled in the air. She knew that tonight was for him. There was no trace of demon, no loss of control. Tonight he was her hero.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them all. I own nothing.
Pairing: Angel/Willow
Rating: Hard R; for floggers, flowers, pleasure/pain
Word Count: 162
Author’s Notes: written for
sionnach_ayame who wanted Angel/Willow and any kink of my choosing. Hope you like this, hun!Last night he had marked her with the flogger, the leather eagerly licking and darting across her flesh, making her moan and pant with each crack. She knew that last night had been for his demon. She could tell from the dangerous gleam in Angel’s eyes when he fucked her into oblivion. He had allowed himself to lose control to keep his soul intact. Last night he was her villain.
Tonight was beautiful, long-stemmed red roses. He caressed her skin with the petals, traced them over her breasts and her thighs, making her shiver. He dragged them over her sore ass, showing her the softness of pleasure mixed with the hardness of pain. He wielded them like he had with the flogger the night before. Each blow resulted in a fragrant cloud of flower petals that swirled in the air. She knew that tonight was for him. There was no trace of demon, no loss of control. Tonight he was her hero.