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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
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Adult ++
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11
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9,146
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8
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Chapter Eleven
“And what were you thinking about me, sweet Willow?” Angelus asked.
“I…I…nothing really,” Willow said with some trepidation. She was afraid that telling Angelus that she had been wondering what his plans for her were would anger him. That it would make him think she didn’t trust him. Or that she was questioning him. And that might make him go away. So she stammered her incoherent reply and hoped for the best.
Angelus immediately understood what Willow meant and crowed inwardly once more. His precious girl was afraid of angering him with questions about what his plans were. This certainly boded well for their future together. She displayed such a delightful sense of deference towards him. He pulled a blanket up from the foot of the bed and tucked it around the little redhead. Solicitude, he felt, would go a long way towards assuring her that his plans for her were all for her own good. He felt her snuggle closer to him as he wrapped her up, and despite losing his view of her delicious body, he smiled inwardly at this gesture of trust and affection from his little consort. “Willow,” he said. “It’s time to talk about what things will be like from now on.”
He felt her stiffen slightly as her fears returned. A part of him enjoyed this power he had over her immensely. Knowing that he had the power to instill fear in her not with torture, but with the threat of his leaving her, gave him a sense of increased pride. Here was proof that she was the perfect mate for him, a creature of such intense devotion. There was nothing he could do to her that frightened her more than the thought of being without him. And this was the kind of devotion for which he had always yearned. His thoughts lit briefly on Drusilla and he was filled with disdain. She was nothing compared to his Willow. Her capacity for love and fidelity was nonexistent compared to the wondrous creature he had found almost by accident. Well, this really had been no accident, he decided. It was destiny. His destiny…and Willow’s.
“At nightfall, after you’ve rested, we will be returning to the factory.”
He could feel the uncertainty radiating from Willow, but he was deeply gratified by her hard-fought struggle to contain herself and not show her trepidation. Wonderful indeed how she instinctively wanted to trust him and knew that showing that she did so would please him. But he decided to allay her fears quickly.
“You’ll be completely safe. No one can harm you or even so much as look at you without my consent. Do you trust me?”
Of course he knew the answer to that question already, but he so wanted to hear her say the words and reinforce his claim on her.
“Yes, Angelus,” Willow said. “I trust you.”
And as Willow snuggled into Angelus’ cool embrace, she knew that it was true. She did trust him. After all, hadn’t he shown more compassion and concern for her in the past few hours than everyone else she had ever known combined had done in her entire life? Hadn’t he held her and soothed her and calmed her? Hadn’t he done his best to please her and undo the effects of their first, brutal coupling? And whose fault had that been, anyway? Hers, for not accepting his attentions and his caresses the way she should have. But he had forgiven her for that. Perhaps he understood that, after the way she had been shunted aside all her life, being treated the way he had treated her would confuse and even frighten her. That she hadn’t understood. But whatever his reasons had been, he had forgiven her. And he was still lying here beside her. He had tucked a blanket around her to keep her from getting cold. She could never remember even her own mother tucking her in. But Angelus had. He cared about her so much more than anyone ever had before that it overwhelmed her. And so she trusted him.
Angelus found that hearing her pledge her trust to him as she lay in his arms was even more glorious than he had thought it would be. The sound of her sweet, clear voice was music to his ears. He would never tire of hearing it. Her friends, he recalled, had always dismissed her speech as ‘babble’. ‘Fools,’ he thought to himself. They preferred to listen to their own strident braying, deficient though it was in both sound and substance, rather than open their ears or their minds to the dulcet tones and charming words of the sweet girl they had always neglected. Well that was their loss, and Angelus couldn’t be happier about that. For their loss was most assuredly his gain. And the prospect of an eternity spent listening to Willow speak to him in such devoted, worshipful tones was a delightful prospect indeed.
“You need to rest for awhile, ‘til tonight,” Angelus said as Willow began to relax fully into his embrace. “Then I’ll take you back to the factory with me. My childer need to know about you, and that you’re mine. Mine alone, sweet Willow. Never forget that. Now sleep, you need your rest. It’s been a long night. We’ll talk more later.”
Willow looked up into Angelus’ face and nodded. She no longer had the strength to speak, anyway. He was right; she needed her rest. Suddenly, the effects of the night’s events caught up with her and she was consumed by fatigue. Sleep had never sounded more welcome to her. Normally, Willow slept fitfully. In fact she rarely slept more than three hours at a time. But today she knew she would sleep deeply and well. And when she awoke, Angelus would be there. So Willow slipped quickly into the deepest slumber she had ever known.
As Angelus gazed down at the sleeping girl, he marveled at the changes in his unlife that had been wrought that night. He had set out looking for a diversion and instead he had found his destiny. And what a marvelous time was in store for him, he thought. Days spent in a cozy hideaway, enjoying the body and mind of his lovely Willow. Nights spent terrorizing Sunnydale by exploiting the weaknesses of the Slayer and her moronic cronies. Without the help of the hacker, they would surely be easy to defeat. And it would be even easier with the assistance he was certain she would more than gladly give him. He placed a chaste kiss on the forehead of his sleeping consort and drifted off to dream of a glorious future with Willow by his side. Sunnydale would never be the same again.
The End
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“I…I…nothing really,” Willow said with some trepidation. She was afraid that telling Angelus that she had been wondering what his plans for her were would anger him. That it would make him think she didn’t trust him. Or that she was questioning him. And that might make him go away. So she stammered her incoherent reply and hoped for the best.
Angelus immediately understood what Willow meant and crowed inwardly once more. His precious girl was afraid of angering him with questions about what his plans were. This certainly boded well for their future together. She displayed such a delightful sense of deference towards him. He pulled a blanket up from the foot of the bed and tucked it around the little redhead. Solicitude, he felt, would go a long way towards assuring her that his plans for her were all for her own good. He felt her snuggle closer to him as he wrapped her up, and despite losing his view of her delicious body, he smiled inwardly at this gesture of trust and affection from his little consort. “Willow,” he said. “It’s time to talk about what things will be like from now on.”
He felt her stiffen slightly as her fears returned. A part of him enjoyed this power he had over her immensely. Knowing that he had the power to instill fear in her not with torture, but with the threat of his leaving her, gave him a sense of increased pride. Here was proof that she was the perfect mate for him, a creature of such intense devotion. There was nothing he could do to her that frightened her more than the thought of being without him. And this was the kind of devotion for which he had always yearned. His thoughts lit briefly on Drusilla and he was filled with disdain. She was nothing compared to his Willow. Her capacity for love and fidelity was nonexistent compared to the wondrous creature he had found almost by accident. Well, this really had been no accident, he decided. It was destiny. His destiny…and Willow’s.
“At nightfall, after you’ve rested, we will be returning to the factory.”
He could feel the uncertainty radiating from Willow, but he was deeply gratified by her hard-fought struggle to contain herself and not show her trepidation. Wonderful indeed how she instinctively wanted to trust him and knew that showing that she did so would please him. But he decided to allay her fears quickly.
“You’ll be completely safe. No one can harm you or even so much as look at you without my consent. Do you trust me?”
Of course he knew the answer to that question already, but he so wanted to hear her say the words and reinforce his claim on her.
“Yes, Angelus,” Willow said. “I trust you.”
And as Willow snuggled into Angelus’ cool embrace, she knew that it was true. She did trust him. After all, hadn’t he shown more compassion and concern for her in the past few hours than everyone else she had ever known combined had done in her entire life? Hadn’t he held her and soothed her and calmed her? Hadn’t he done his best to please her and undo the effects of their first, brutal coupling? And whose fault had that been, anyway? Hers, for not accepting his attentions and his caresses the way she should have. But he had forgiven her for that. Perhaps he understood that, after the way she had been shunted aside all her life, being treated the way he had treated her would confuse and even frighten her. That she hadn’t understood. But whatever his reasons had been, he had forgiven her. And he was still lying here beside her. He had tucked a blanket around her to keep her from getting cold. She could never remember even her own mother tucking her in. But Angelus had. He cared about her so much more than anyone ever had before that it overwhelmed her. And so she trusted him.
Angelus found that hearing her pledge her trust to him as she lay in his arms was even more glorious than he had thought it would be. The sound of her sweet, clear voice was music to his ears. He would never tire of hearing it. Her friends, he recalled, had always dismissed her speech as ‘babble’. ‘Fools,’ he thought to himself. They preferred to listen to their own strident braying, deficient though it was in both sound and substance, rather than open their ears or their minds to the dulcet tones and charming words of the sweet girl they had always neglected. Well that was their loss, and Angelus couldn’t be happier about that. For their loss was most assuredly his gain. And the prospect of an eternity spent listening to Willow speak to him in such devoted, worshipful tones was a delightful prospect indeed.
“You need to rest for awhile, ‘til tonight,” Angelus said as Willow began to relax fully into his embrace. “Then I’ll take you back to the factory with me. My childer need to know about you, and that you’re mine. Mine alone, sweet Willow. Never forget that. Now sleep, you need your rest. It’s been a long night. We’ll talk more later.”
Willow looked up into Angelus’ face and nodded. She no longer had the strength to speak, anyway. He was right; she needed her rest. Suddenly, the effects of the night’s events caught up with her and she was consumed by fatigue. Sleep had never sounded more welcome to her. Normally, Willow slept fitfully. In fact she rarely slept more than three hours at a time. But today she knew she would sleep deeply and well. And when she awoke, Angelus would be there. So Willow slipped quickly into the deepest slumber she had ever known.
As Angelus gazed down at the sleeping girl, he marveled at the changes in his unlife that had been wrought that night. He had set out looking for a diversion and instead he had found his destiny. And what a marvelous time was in store for him, he thought. Days spent in a cozy hideaway, enjoying the body and mind of his lovely Willow. Nights spent terrorizing Sunnydale by exploiting the weaknesses of the Slayer and her moronic cronies. Without the help of the hacker, they would surely be easy to defeat. And it would be even easier with the assistance he was certain she would more than gladly give him. He placed a chaste kiss on the forehead of his sleeping consort and drifted off to dream of a glorious future with Willow by his side. Sunnydale would never be the same again.
The End
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