On the Prowl by Emmy
Summary: Willow sees something she wants and decides to take it.
Rating: Adults Only
Categories: Jossverse Love, BtVS/Angel
Characters: None
Genres: PWP, Romance
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 10/12/07
Updated: 10/12/07
On the Prowl by Emmy
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Author's Notes: Notes: This is pure PWP, people. You are warned.
This is for Gabrielle.
Huge thanks to Danielle for the extra fast beta!
There was almost nothing in the world Willow loved more than this: both of them doing separate things, but together. She was reading, he was working out, and yet they were both completely and totally aware of each other. Little glances cast her way, as if he wanted to make sure she was watching, he looked at her like she was the most amazing, beautiful, spectacular woman in the world . . . like she was his world.
She had come to realize, in their time together, that she loved everything he did for her, with her, to her. She loved the way he cooked her breakfast no matter what time they finally got out of bed. She loved the way he touched her so casually, the way it seemed like he couldn't go more than a few moments without touching her in some form or fashion. His fingers brushing her arm as she studied or worked . . . his hand resting gently on her shoulder as he sat a cup of tea on the table beside her. He was simply so considerate. So loving. And, damn, but he was sexy. Tall, dark, handsome, and a bad ass to boot - he was everything she thought she'd never want again. She had sworn off men after all, hadn't she? Funny how he'd changed all that. Now . . . now she couldn't imagine her life without him in it, and didn't want to.
She knew he knew she was looking at him, just like she knew he wanted her to look. Though looking was much too simple a phrase, really. She was staring. Practically gawking, even. But then, who could blame her? He was working out. He'd moved from Tai Chi to a few rounds with the punching bag, and was now cooling off with another go of Tai Chi. And she couldn't take her eyes off him. Fluid movements, muscles tensing and releasing, gorgeous strength on quiet display.
Her book forgotten, Willow was almost unaware she was up and walking toward him. He stopped moving when she was halfway there and simply watched her approach. She said nothing, and knew he didn't expect her to. Leaning up, she ran her tongue along the line of his neck, his normally cool skin heated slightly from the workout. He tasted more salty than usual, and she knew it was her blood pumping through his body, her blood making him sweat slightly. Her blood, and he was her vampire. The feeling of empowerment that knowledge left her with made her bold. Her teeth grazed his jugular, her small hands slipping around his waist to pull him closer, and he moaned when she bit him harder.
"Willow."
It was a dangerous game she was playing and she knew it. He was always so keyed-up after a workout, his demon always full of energy a punching bag couldn't take away, but she just smiled against his skin. "I love watching you do that, love watching your body move like that."
It was his turn to grin then, his hands tightening on her waist. "I know."
Her lips were still moving down his neck, down over his collarbone, and back up to nip at his jaw. Her tongue darted out, tasting him here and there, as her hands began to wander up the bare skin of his back. Their bodies pressed close together, she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, could feel the hard press of his cock against her leg. Her hands moved to the waist of the sweat pants he wore, and she pushed them down over his hips, eager beyond words to get him naked, to feel his skin against hers. "Angel."
"Yeah?"
"I want. . ."
"You want?"
Yes, she wanted. She needed, and he was going to make her say it, make her give voice to her desires. "Yes. I want."
"What? What is it you want?"
He knew, though. He knew and was already stripping her of her clothing and stepping out of his pants. Her shirt was discarded, thrown to the side with the skirt she'd been wearing. His hand cupped her pussy, and he grinned down at her when he felt how wet she already was.
"You. I want you." Her words came out in a rush of air, almost a moan.
He pressed his fingers in, over her panties, against her clit. "How?"
She groaned, half-hating that he was making her wait, half-loving that he knew it was what she needed him to do. He always seemed to know exactly what she needed. "Here. Floor. Now."
Angel chuckled just before raising her chin and finally kissing her. It was all heat and passion, no teasingly light caresses. They'd already teased each other enough. Willow's hand closed over his hard cock as he ripped her panties away from her body. Together they moved to the floor, Angel cradling her head in his hands for a moment, kissing her deeply before pulling his body from hers. "Wanna eat you out. Wanna watch you writhe beneath me. Wanna hear you scream."
Willow moaned loudly. She was already on edge, and the very thought of him doing those things was almost enough to make her come. She shuddered when his tongue touched her, shuddered when he began to lap at her juices, and his arm settled over her hips to keep her still to his touch. She had to slow down her orgasm, couldn‘t let herself come too soon. She had to prolong it, just a little. She had to distract herself.
"And after I come?"
Angel stopped, looked up, and grinned. "Yeah?"
"I'm gonna get on my hands and knees. Right here."
His eyes darkened to a deep amber. "Yeah?"
"Uh huh. And then you're going to fuck me. Hard. Until I'm so worn out I can't even scream anymore. Until I make you scream. Until you come so hard you can barely carry me up to our bed."
"Fuck it all, Willow. You're the sexiest woman in the world. I‘ll never get enough of you." Angel's tongue was back on her pussy, and he was doubling his efforts this time.
Willow cried out, her pleasure beginning to mount. He plunged two fingers in her without warning, curling them just so, and her eyes rolled back as the sensation of being filled nearly overwhelmed her. "More," she panted.
She knew he had no intention of stopping. He never did. He would continue until she was limp, and then he would fuck her into the floor. She was his world now. Just like he was hers.
END
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