Title: Umm...Oops?
Author: Reatha
Email: spikes_witch@WitchesBrew.zzn.com
Rating: NC-17 (PWP - I think...)
Distribution: if you have my stuff, it’s yours, also, my site:
www.fortunecity.com/lavender/dolomite/713/fireinth.htm
Disclaimer: AS IF!!!
Spoilers: Something Blue - if you haven’t seen it, and don’t want to
know
what happens, don’t read this.
Notes: I felt the need to let Angelus loose. I’ve been ignoring him for
quite
awhile, as I’ve been obsessed with Spike. Soooo..I wrote this. I also
haven’t
written NC-17 stuff in awhile..I think the last was the smut in
‘Granted’,
and that was before I came to school in September...so please, enjoy.
Feedback: I would very much appreciate it. As I said above, I haven’t
written smut in awhile, and would love your opinion on it...though, no
flames please. Constructive criticism only....
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Willow was walking back to her dorm room, after leaving Giles’, when a
shadow detached from the dark trees around her. She walked along,
unaware of the figure following her, too deep in thought. She couldn’t
believe how dumb she’d been. Casting that stupid spell. Look at all the
trouble she’d caused. Buffy had been making out with Spike, and from
what Xander had said, it had been a _very_ frequent occurrence in the
last
few hours. She just hoped that everyone could forgive her, and that she
could forgive herself.
She was suddenly ripped from her thoughts, and brought back to the
present, as a pair of arms circled her waist from behind, pulling her up
against a hard body. Struggling frantically, Willow was shocked to feel
the
prick of a something sharp in her arm, before everything went blank.
~~~~~~~~~~
Waking up was not a very pleasant experience for Willow. Her head was
pounding, her mouth was dry, and her entire body ached. Opening heavy
eyelids, she slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was lying on a
bed, covered in dark sheets. There was only one light source in the
room,
and her eyes were still blurry, so she couldn’t see anything else.
A dark form suddenly blocked out the light, moving towards her. Moving
away from the approaching figure, Willow let out a tiny whimper,
realizing
she was totally naked under the sheets.
“Shh. Don’t be frightened Willow.” said a calm and familiar voice.
“Angel?” she asked, some of her fear leaving her. She was with Angel.
She
was safe.
“Not quite, Little One.” he said, smirking as he heard her heart beat
increase. He could smell her fear, and it was intoxicating. As he knelt
on
the edge of the large bed, a strong hand shot out, grabbing her knee as
she
tried to scramble to the other side of the bed.
“Now, now, Willow. Where do you think you’re going?” he asked silkily,
his voice washing over her in waves. He pulled her back towards him,
lifting his body over hers.
“Angelus...” she whimpered, fear filling her entire being. She could
handle
Angel, knew how to deal with him, but Angelus was another story.
“See, I knew you were the smart one.” he said, lowering his body down
onto hers. Willow’s arms moved to his shoulders, trying to push him off,
as
she realized his intent. There was no other reason for her to be naked
in this
bed. Especially since he’d put her there.
“Willow.” he said, drawing her arms above her head, clasping both wrists
in one of his. “That’s not very nice.” was his condescending reply.
“What do you want.” she asked him in a quiet whisper, hoping to delay
him. “How did you lose your soul?”
“Not too sure about that. One minute I’m sitting in LA, listening to
Cordelia whine about something, and the next, here I am. Soulboy is
gone,
and I have a pretty good idea it was your doing.” he said, lowering his
head
down to her neck, his lips lingering on her pulse point.
Sharp bolts of electricity shot through her body, responding to his
actions.
Her breathing increased it’s pace, as unfamiliar sensations rolled over
her in
waves. “Wh-why do you thi-think that?” she panted, trying to distract
him.
“I was watching you, last night. Saw the demons going after that idiot,
saw
the Watcher go blind. I even saw my childe sucking face with the
Slayer.” a
shudder of revulsion shot through his body, as his mind relived the
sight of
Spike and Buffy making out. Repeatedly. “I actually felt sorry for the
boy.
Well, for a minute, anyways. Until I saw you.” His free hand traced a
path
down her body, taking the sheet with it, revealing her naked breasts to
his
appreciative gaze. “I knew I had to have you. It was like you were
calling to
me.”
Willow started to protest, but his mouth on her breast stopped her. A
gasp
emerged from her throat as his teeth gently bit down on the puckered
nipple. She was trying desperately to control her body’s response, but
it
wasn’t working.
“Angelus.” she almost begged, his name coming to her lips as a whimper.
She remembered, now. It had taken her a while, but now she remembered
what she had said while the spell had been cast. Buffy had ticked her
off,
and she was ranting out loud, to no one in particular, when she came
upon
the subject of Angel. She remembered thinking about how Buffy seemed to
get all the vampires. If she wasn’t killing them, she was in some sort
of sick
relationship. First Angel, now Spike. Willow remembered thinking about
how Buffy’d react to Willow getting a vampire of her own. But not one of
Buffy’s cast offs. Like Angelus. Wouldn’t Buffy flip if she, little
Willow
Rosenberg, got big, bad Angelus, all to herself.
Now, it looked like she was getting her wish.
All thoughts of Buffy and the spell that went horribly wrong, were
thrust
from her mind as Angelus switch breasts, teasing her other one the same
way.
“What do you want, Little One?” he asked her, moving up her body, his
mouth so close to hers. He wanted to hear her say it. Hear her say that
it
was _him_ she wanted, not that pansy, Angel.
Willow just closed her eyes tightly, hoping he’d just leave her alone to
her
misery, but found she had no such luck as one of his knees moved between
her legs, pressing the sheet against her hot core. A sharp gasp emerged
from
her mouth, allowing Angelus to capture her lips in an open mouthed kiss.
His tongue dominated hers, taking total possession of her mouth, all the
while rubbing his knee against her heat. He could smell the waves of
arousal that flowed from this tiny red head below him, and growled in
pleasure. He didn’t know why he was back, but he was just glad he was.
“What do you want?” he repeated, his mouth leaving hers gasping for
breath and reason. His free hand went to her aching breasts, massaging
the
soft mounds until her eyes glazed over completely. He wanted this red
head
with a passion, but wanted her to realize it was _him_, and not Angel.
Not
even the wolf or that idiot Xander.
“You.” came her breathy reply as she arched her chest into his hands,
needing more contact with him.
Angelus could feel his hard erection ready to burst from his leather
pants,
and almost lost it as the young red head beneath him began thrusting her
pelvis against his knee. Leaning down close to her ear, he asked her
again,
wanting to hear his name from her red lips.
“Angelus.” she gasped out. The sensations coursing through her veins had
long ago demolished her will to resist, and she had surrendered to the
feelings that this vampire, her enemy, evoked in her.
Sitting up abruptly, he left a bereft red head, removing his shirt
quickly and
efficiently. Upon seeing the expanse of his smooth chest, Willow rose up
from beneath him, her hands moving over the strong muscles. Tracing the
contours of the cool skin. Feeling brave, she leaned forward, her lips
covering one of his male nipples, flicking it with her tongue before
gently
biting down, drawing a growl from the dark vampire.
Pushing the witch back down onto the bed, he quickly shed his leather
pants, and got down to the job of seducing the gorgeous red head. He
kicked the sheet down to the bottom of the bed, stopping for a moment to
take in her flushed skin, her round, passion filled eyes, and her
swollen lips.
He ran a hand from her throat, over her breasts, across her stomach,
stopping when he reached his goal. A finger gently ran across her wet
slit,
feeling the juices that he had caused. Her whimper only goaded him
further,
as he pushed the digit past her swollen lips, to find the nub hidden in
their
depths. A slight flick of his finger caused the red head to shake
violently on
the bed, which sent more bolts of electricity to his hard shaft.
His finger swirled around her clit, sending the hacker up on the sheets,
as
her back arched in ecstasy, her hands digging into the bed beneath her,
trying to ground herself against the sensations pulsating throughout her
body. Her legs opened further in an invitation which the vampire
couldn’t
ignore. A single finger, the same one that had been recently torturing
her
swollen clit, slipped inside her tight passage. Withdrawing for a
second, he
watched her face as he thrust the digit back inside her hot core. The
moan
she emitted was only surpassed by the look of ecstasy on her face, as
she
gave up total control to him.
What this man could do was amazing. He played her body like it was an
instrument he needed practice on. She felt another finger join the
first, and
then another, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, feeling her
thrust
up against his hand. His thumb joined the rest of his hand, rubbing and
circling her clit, driving her over the edge with a scream, her juices
covering his hand.
Willow had never felt like this before. Oz had never made her feel like
this,
like she was dying inside, and couldn’t really care. Crying out his name
as
she came, Willow felt her entire body tense, as he worked her through
her
very first orgasm, and straight to the precipice of another. She looked
at
him in confusion as he removed his fingers, bringing them up to his lips
to
lick off her juices, all the while staring her right in the eyes.
He bent down, and slowly licked her tightly puckered nipple, giving it a
gently bite before moving on to the other, her sounds of pleasure only
adding to his own.
Angelus felt like he was ready to explode. This little witch had him so
hard,
he didn’t think he could last much longer. Covering her body with his
own,
he settled himself between her thighs, his mouth joining hers. Willow
wound her arms around his neck, holding him to her as he ravished her
mouth, his hands moving up and down her body. She felt him shift, and
then the unmistakable feeling of his cool shaft at the entrance of her
pussy.
He teased her, running the tip up and down the soaking slit, making her
want him even more. Finally deciding she’d had enough, Angelus spread
her legs even more, and thrust deeply into very core of her being. Her
tight
passage grabbed him, and wouldn’t let go, the heat almost sending him
over
the edge.
“Willow.” he whispered, his mouth so close to hers she could feel his
lips
move as he spoke her name. Pulling out of her tight sheath, Angelus
slammed back into her, enjoying the look of absolute rapture on her
face.
He began thrusting in and out of her, his pelvis crushing her clit,
adding
even more friction to the movement.
In an unconscious movement, Willow brought her knees up, opening
herself even wider for him, gasping at the pleasure the movement caused.
She could feel him even deeper inside her, filling her completely. Her
walls
clamped down around his hard shaft, her entire body tensing as she came
for the second time that night. Bending his head, Angelus shifted to the
face
of his demon and sank his teeth deep into Willow’s throat. As he came,
he
took total possession of her body, her blood filling his mouth even as
his
cold seed flooded her spasming channel. He was vaguely aware of her
screaming his name, as her whole body shook from her climax.
Lifting his head, he looked down into the face of his lover, and almost
smiled. She was his. For now and forever. And not even the Slayer could
take that away from him.
Moving off the panting red head, Angelus reached an arm around her
waist,
and pulled her against his hard chest, holding her close. As the moments
passed, Willow slowly returned to reality, realizing she’d just slept
with a
demon. And not just any demon, but her best friends ex-boyfriend.
“Your mine, now, Willow.” he said, pulling her close. He wasn’t about to
let her go the Slayer and give him back his soul.
“What’s the matter?” he asked when she remained silent.
“I don’t understand it...the spell..it should have worn off...I revoked
it...”
muttered the red head, wondering why this was happening, after she’d
broken the spell. The answer came to her in a very familiar voice.
“I thought you might like to see how good it is to be bad, so I
prolonged
this aspect of the spell. Enjoy it, dear girl.” said the voice of
D'Hoffryn, the
demon who’d kidnaped her, and offered her the chance to become a
revenge demon. Then the voice left, laughing evilly, but with great
humour,
at the entire situation. <The girl has more fire in her than I thought.
Going
to have to keep an eye on her.> he thought, leaving the red head in the
hands of the soulless vampire.
“Explain.” demanded Angelus, as soon as the presence had left. He wanted
answers. Now.
“Umm...Oops?” replied Willow nervously, looking up into his dark eyes,
which were glimmering gold.
“Not good enough.” he growled, tightening his hold on the red head.
So she explained. About everything. The spell, what went wrong, even
D'Hoffryn’s offer of becoming a demon. That the demon had accepted
Willow’s refusal surprised him, but not as much as the fact that that
same
demon had somehow messed with the spell.
“So I’m guessing that you’ll get your soul back soon...” said Willow,
her
nervousness returning at hearing his growl of anger. “I’m sorry, I can’t
do
anything about it.” she quickly added, hoping he wouldn’t kill her and
all
her friends while he was still soulless.
“Well, then. I’ll just have to make the most of the time I have.” said
Angelus, coming to a decision. Lowering his mouth to hers, he left no
misunderstanding as to what he had in mind, to occupy the time he had
left.
All Willow could do was moan in surrender, giving herself up to the
pleasure of his touch.
End!!!