Night School
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
9,132
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Title: 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. If I were Joss, Willow would have
been the show’s main character!
Distribution: If you want it, ask. I’ll almost certainly say yes.
Feedback: Please! Constructive criticism welcomed!
A/N: Thanks to Elisabeth for catching all my stupid mistakes, to Brian for being honest, to Missy for being so stubborn, and to Kat, Emerald, and Lisa Kelley…just because.
A/N 2: Thanks Inell, you’re a constant inspiration! And thank you Shanna for finishing Belly Up To The Bar!
He might have spent the past eighty years in a soul-constructed cage thanks to those damned Gypsies, but he could still think on his feet, Angelus thought as he gazed on the still form of Willow Rosenberg. Taking her to Soulboy’s apartment was an inspired last-minute decision. What better place to wipe away the memory of screwing the Slayer than in the bed where his souled alter ego had made that mis to to begin with? And while Willow would certainly be missed when she failed to show up at school in the morning, there was virtually no chance that her friends would think to look at Angel’s old apartment for the missing hacker. His childer couldn’t venture out during the day, and even after nightfall, would not know of any reason for him to be here either. So he’d be able to spend at least 24 hours “enjoying” Willow’s company in total privacy. Yes, this was a foolproof plan. Not bad for a spur-of-the-moment improvisation. Not bad at all.
Wouldn’t sweet little Willow be surprised when she awoke here? Naïve girl. She had probably thought he was simply going to drain her right there at the school in order to hurt Buffy and the Scoobies. She had such low self-esteem, he chuckled, thinking that her entire value to him lay in her friendship with Buffy, believing that he would have no interest in her other than as a tool to inflict pain on the Slayer and her merry band of do-gooders. Well she was certainly going to find out differently when she emerged from unconsciousness. This little ‘teacher’ had so very much to learn…and he was just the demon to instruct her.
Looking at her, as she lay half-naked on the bed, he marveled at what had been kept hidden under those appalling sweaters and ill-fitting jeans all this time. He had allowed himself the pleasure of undressing her when he had first carried her through the door, but decided to wait to take off her bra and panties. White cotton…how innocent, how virginal, how very Willow those garments were. He could barely stand the wait to remove them. His cock was getting harder just looking at her than it had during any of his encounters with Buffy and Drusilla. But his patience would soon be rewarded, he reminded himself. After all, he had only taken enough blood to render her unconscious for a brief time.
But how to proceed when Willow awoke? He had suffered through sex ranging from mediocre to downright appalling since getting control back from the soul. He wanted this experience to make up for that as much as possible. Should he just force the girl? Make her suffer? Enjoy her fear, her shame, her degradation? Or were there other, more interesting possibilities?
Searching through the soul’s memories, he discovered that Angel believed Willow might have a crush on him. He remembered smelling the faint scent of Willow’s arousal when he was with her a number of times; at that ridiculous goth club where Angel, Willow, and Xander had gone to check out Buffy’s old friend Ford, at a number of research sessions at the library, once or twice on patrol. Angel had even tried to talk to her as little as possible so as not to encourage her infatuation. But…he couldn’t recall encountering that scent at any point when Soulboy had been alone with Willow. Not when he had gone to her room to ask for her help. Not when she had come to him about Eyghon. And that made no sense. Only one other male had been present on all the occasions when Angel had sensed Willow’s arousal…Xander Harris.
Angelus’ throat tightened in anger, his teeth clenched, and his hands formed into fists as he struggled to contain his demon. How dare she prefer that bumbling fool to him! Even with a soul, he had been a far worthier object of female lust than that Twinkie-addicted moron! Oh yes, he certainly had some lessons to teach Miss Willow. When she awakened she was going to find out just how mistaken she had been in her desires. His choice was now made. Willow owed him dearly for this blow to his vampiric pride. And he was going to take great pleasure in collecting the debt. It was time to wake her up.
tbc...
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: NC-17(in future)
Pairing: W/Aus
Warnings: Sex, Noncon
Summary: Angelus is bored, Willow is unwary.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I were Joss, Willow would have
been the show’s main character!
Distribution: If you want it, ask. I’ll almost certainly say yes.
Feedback: Please! Constructive criticism welcomed!
A/N: Thanks to Elisabeth for catching all my stupid mistakes, to Brian for being honest, to Missy for being so stubborn, and to Kat, Emerald, and Lisa Kelley…just because.
A/N 2: Thanks Inell, you’re a constant inspiration! And thank you Shanna for finishing Belly Up To The Bar!
He might have spent the past eighty years in a soul-constructed cage thanks to those damned Gypsies, but he could still think on his feet, Angelus thought as he gazed on the still form of Willow Rosenberg. Taking her to Soulboy’s apartment was an inspired last-minute decision. What better place to wipe away the memory of screwing the Slayer than in the bed where his souled alter ego had made that mis to to begin with? And while Willow would certainly be missed when she failed to show up at school in the morning, there was virtually no chance that her friends would think to look at Angel’s old apartment for the missing hacker. His childer couldn’t venture out during the day, and even after nightfall, would not know of any reason for him to be here either. So he’d be able to spend at least 24 hours “enjoying” Willow’s company in total privacy. Yes, this was a foolproof plan. Not bad for a spur-of-the-moment improvisation. Not bad at all.
Wouldn’t sweet little Willow be surprised when she awoke here? Naïve girl. She had probably thought he was simply going to drain her right there at the school in order to hurt Buffy and the Scoobies. She had such low self-esteem, he chuckled, thinking that her entire value to him lay in her friendship with Buffy, believing that he would have no interest in her other than as a tool to inflict pain on the Slayer and her merry band of do-gooders. Well she was certainly going to find out differently when she emerged from unconsciousness. This little ‘teacher’ had so very much to learn…and he was just the demon to instruct her.
Looking at her, as she lay half-naked on the bed, he marveled at what had been kept hidden under those appalling sweaters and ill-fitting jeans all this time. He had allowed himself the pleasure of undressing her when he had first carried her through the door, but decided to wait to take off her bra and panties. White cotton…how innocent, how virginal, how very Willow those garments were. He could barely stand the wait to remove them. His cock was getting harder just looking at her than it had during any of his encounters with Buffy and Drusilla. But his patience would soon be rewarded, he reminded himself. After all, he had only taken enough blood to render her unconscious for a brief time.
But how to proceed when Willow awoke? He had suffered through sex ranging from mediocre to downright appalling since getting control back from the soul. He wanted this experience to make up for that as much as possible. Should he just force the girl? Make her suffer? Enjoy her fear, her shame, her degradation? Or were there other, more interesting possibilities?
Searching through the soul’s memories, he discovered that Angel believed Willow might have a crush on him. He remembered smelling the faint scent of Willow’s arousal when he was with her a number of times; at that ridiculous goth club where Angel, Willow, and Xander had gone to check out Buffy’s old friend Ford, at a number of research sessions at the library, once or twice on patrol. Angel had even tried to talk to her as little as possible so as not to encourage her infatuation. But…he couldn’t recall encountering that scent at any point when Soulboy had been alone with Willow. Not when he had gone to her room to ask for her help. Not when she had come to him about Eyghon. And that made no sense. Only one other male had been present on all the occasions when Angel had sensed Willow’s arousal…Xander Harris.
Angelus’ throat tightened in anger, his teeth clenched, and his hands formed into fists as he struggled to contain his demon. How dare she prefer that bumbling fool to him! Even with a soul, he had been a far worthier object of female lust than that Twinkie-addicted moron! Oh yes, he certainly had some lessons to teach Miss Willow. When she awakened she was going to find out just how mistaken she had been in her desires. His choice was now made. Willow owed him dearly for this blow to his vampiric pride. And he was going to take great pleasure in collecting the debt. It was time to wake her up.
tbc...