Night School
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
9,133
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Night School
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: NC-17(in future)
Pairing: W/Aus
Warnings: Sex, Noncon
Summary: Angelus is bored, Willow is unwary.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Distribution: If you want it, ask. I’ll almost certainly say yes.
Feedback: Please! Constructive criticism welcomed!
Note: I know this part is short. I’m sorry. I will try to have more soon!
A/N: Thanks to Missy for harassing me until I finally started writing this, to Eridan for being the catalyst, and to Kat, Emmy, Elisabeth, and Lisa Kelley for their unwavering support and encouragement! What did I ever do to deserve friends as wonderful as you? Whatever it is, I’m so glad that I did it!
Angelus stalked through the darkness that enveloped Sunnydale as if he owned it. Which, in a sense, he did. No other vampires or demons who called The Hellmouth their home dared challenge his superiority.
But the thrill of being Master of Sunnydale had already begun to pall. Goading Spike had grown old quickly. After all, how much of a challenge was a cripple confined to a wheelchair? And then there was Dru. Either his memories were faulty or her century with Spike had fatally eroded her skills as a bedmate.
She mewled and squealed, groaned and writhed, and irritated him to the point where he could barely reach climax inside her cold channel. She was scarcely better than Buffy had been.
Buffy…..now there was a laugh. How Soulboy had gained enough pleasure from her sorry sexual performance to achieve “perfect happiness” Angelus would never know. Even her virginity was no excuse for her deplorable lack of erotic prowess. No question about it, it had been far too long since he’d had a good piece of ass.
But suddenly, strolling past the entrance to Sunnydale High, Angelus unexpectedly spotted what might well be the answer to a horny demon’s prayers. And so it was that he found himself shadowing a small, redheaded figure down the empty halls of Sunnydale High.
Willow cursed herself inwardly for her carelessness as she made her way back to the high school. How could she have forgotten the tests she needed to grade for her Computer Science class?
Since Jenny Calendar’s murder, Willow was entrusted with teaching her classes and she was determined to do the job to perfection. It was the least she could do for the woman whd bed been more than her teacher. Jenny had been her friend and her mentor and Willow had idolized the techno-pagan. Her death had been a gut-wrenching blow from which she felt she would never recover. The only thing that made the grief abate even a little bit was when she felt she was living up to her idol’s skills as a teacher.
Which is why Willow now found herself walking alone through the demon-infested streets of Sunnydale, armed with a stake, cross and holy water. She had left the tests she had given her Computer Science class that day on her desk. She could have left them and postponed grading them for another night, but she felt she owed Jenny Calendar nothing less than perfection. So now, at nearly 11 PM, she swiftly made her way back to Sunnydale High, hoping that all the demons would be too busy with other prey or fighting the Slayer to bother with her.
It was with enormous relief that she unlocked the deadbolt and made her way through the doors of the high school and down the hall to the computer lab. In her haste to get the papers and get home, however, she neglected to lock the doors behind her.
As she entered the computer lab, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She had the uneasy feeling that she was being watched. Stopping to think for a moment, she decided that she would call Giles and ask him to come get her and drive her home. She walked over to the desk and reached for the phone receiver. Unfortunately, before she could dial the number, she was grabbed from behind. A hand covered her mouth. And the voice she feared most murmured in her ear….”So, we meet again, Little One.”
Rating: NC-17(in future)
Pairing: W/Aus
Warnings: Sex, Noncon
Summary: Angelus is bored, Willow is unwary.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Distribution: If you want it, ask. I’ll almost certainly say yes.
Feedback: Please! Constructive criticism welcomed!
Note: I know this part is short. I’m sorry. I will try to have more soon!
A/N: Thanks to Missy for harassing me until I finally started writing this, to Eridan for being the catalyst, and to Kat, Emmy, Elisabeth, and Lisa Kelley for their unwavering support and encouragement! What did I ever do to deserve friends as wonderful as you? Whatever it is, I’m so glad that I did it!
Angelus stalked through the darkness that enveloped Sunnydale as if he owned it. Which, in a sense, he did. No other vampires or demons who called The Hellmouth their home dared challenge his superiority.
But the thrill of being Master of Sunnydale had already begun to pall. Goading Spike had grown old quickly. After all, how much of a challenge was a cripple confined to a wheelchair? And then there was Dru. Either his memories were faulty or her century with Spike had fatally eroded her skills as a bedmate.
She mewled and squealed, groaned and writhed, and irritated him to the point where he could barely reach climax inside her cold channel. She was scarcely better than Buffy had been.
Buffy…..now there was a laugh. How Soulboy had gained enough pleasure from her sorry sexual performance to achieve “perfect happiness” Angelus would never know. Even her virginity was no excuse for her deplorable lack of erotic prowess. No question about it, it had been far too long since he’d had a good piece of ass.
But suddenly, strolling past the entrance to Sunnydale High, Angelus unexpectedly spotted what might well be the answer to a horny demon’s prayers. And so it was that he found himself shadowing a small, redheaded figure down the empty halls of Sunnydale High.
Willow cursed herself inwardly for her carelessness as she made her way back to the high school. How could she have forgotten the tests she needed to grade for her Computer Science class?
Since Jenny Calendar’s murder, Willow was entrusted with teaching her classes and she was determined to do the job to perfection. It was the least she could do for the woman whd bed been more than her teacher. Jenny had been her friend and her mentor and Willow had idolized the techno-pagan. Her death had been a gut-wrenching blow from which she felt she would never recover. The only thing that made the grief abate even a little bit was when she felt she was living up to her idol’s skills as a teacher.
Which is why Willow now found herself walking alone through the demon-infested streets of Sunnydale, armed with a stake, cross and holy water. She had left the tests she had given her Computer Science class that day on her desk. She could have left them and postponed grading them for another night, but she felt she owed Jenny Calendar nothing less than perfection. So now, at nearly 11 PM, she swiftly made her way back to Sunnydale High, hoping that all the demons would be too busy with other prey or fighting the Slayer to bother with her.
It was with enormous relief that she unlocked the deadbolt and made her way through the doors of the high school and down the hall to the computer lab. In her haste to get the papers and get home, however, she neglected to lock the doors behind her.
As she entered the computer lab, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She had the uneasy feeling that she was being watched. Stopping to think for a moment, she decided that she would call Giles and ask him to come get her and drive her home. She walked over to the desk and reached for the phone receiver. Unfortunately, before she could dial the number, she was grabbed from behind. A hand covered her mouth. And the voice she feared most murmured in her ear….”So, we meet again, Little One.”