A leather Christmas with puppies for presents
Happy Holidays, rua1412 ! I wish you an amazing holiday season and a fantastic new year, baby! *hugs*
I wrote you two ficlets. The first one is angsty, the second one just a bit dark... Oh, well, hope you'd like them. :)
Title: The Sun’s Warmth
Characters/Pairings: Angel; Angel/Willow
Rating: PG
Word count: 292
Summary: Replacing what cannot be replaced.
A/N: Written especially for rua1412.
Angel had been fine.
He had held her, kissed her one last time, promised her he’ll find her, wherever she went. And when she had let out her last breath he had pressed a kiss to her forehead and he had let her go. It was the hardest thing in the world but he had done it. Because she had asked him to do nothing more.
Two days. For two days what had been their house turned into a black garden. Friends, family, people he knew better than himself and people he had never seen before. They all came in and then went out. They said the same words. Wore the same clothes. Left the same flowers. They all had the same expression on their faces. Sorrow.
He didn’t remember much. He remembered Xander. The boy’s grief had been too strong not to be noticed. He was the only one left, both his best friends gone. He remembered Fred. Her gentle touch had helped just that little bit. Maybe because now she was the only woman he loved left. Maybe because she didn’t say she understood what he was going through. And maybe, and most likely, because she had always liked Fred. He remembered Spike. He had been the last one to leave. If he took a deep enough breath, he could still smell him and his tears. In all their years together they had rarely, very rarely, seen each other cry and they had never cried together. Not until the day Willow was gone.
Angel had been fine. Because it had all been part of letting her go. And now he had and he couldn’t find her warmth in their bed anymore so he had to replace it with the sun’s.
Title: Change in Plans
Characters/Pairings: Angelus/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 777
Summary: When fate talks even evil listens.
A/N: Written especially for rua1412.
The plan hadn’t included her walking in.
Angelus was gonna leave the fish for her to find and just walk out of the door. He was gonna wait to see the look on her face. It excited him the most. The look of horror and fear, and that flicker of anger he could feel she had the passion and power to summon. It made him harder than fighting dear old Buffy.
His plans usually went better than Spike’s but that didn’t mean they always did. So now Angelus found himself staring into the very frightened eyes of one Willow Rosenberg. He frowned. Damn, he hated it when his games didn’t go as planned. The redhead’s hand tightened around the handle and in the next second she was making a desperate retreat. Angelus slammed the door shut before she could make more than a step, and Willow found herself pressed between the vampire and said door.
“Now, now, there’s no hurry, is there?” Angelus grinned at the frightened girl.
He could hear her heart beating wildly in her chest, trying to escape before it was ripped out. One hand still on the door, he put his other one on her stomach and slowly made his way up until he reached her heart. He pressed his palm against her breast, his fingers digging in just a little bit, not hurting but stating his ownership. Because right now she was at his mercy, his and only his to play with. The vampire took in her burning face, her uneven breaths and her teeth digging into her lower lip. He doubt she’d be anyone else’s ever again.
Willow gasped, looking at something behind him. Angelus glanced and caught a glimpse of the forgotten fish. He chuckled.
“Not your biggest problem right now.” he said, leaning closer.
Willow gulped taking her eyes off the fish, her gaze landing on his chest. She slowly looked up, almost like a small child trying to escape from punishment by looking innocent. This time Angelus laughed out loud. If she though that looking innocent was gonna save her, the girl was in for a surprise.
Suddenly he grabbed her hair roughly and pulled so that her neck was now open and exposed. Willow whimpered but didn’t move. With one hand still pressed to her crazy heart and the other holding her hair in a tight grip Angelus leaned in, he was about to leave a very nice gift for his ex. He took a deep breath, a cruel smile taking over his face at the fear that attacked his nostrils. And then, a breath away from her neck he stopped and sniffed the girl again. And again. Angelus was giving police dogs a run for their money but Willow didn’t notice, too busy panting in fear and what smelled like desire. Finally, the vampire at her throat pulled back and looked the redhead over once again. She frowned at him as a smirk took over his face.
“Well, it’s a different game we will be playing it seems.”
Brows knit together Willow trying to move but Angelus stopped her movement by pressing his whole body into hers.
“Don’t pretend you wanna get away.” he let his hand go lower, resting it on her thigh. “Or do you just wanna get closer?”
Her cheeks quickly took the color of her hair as Willow realized why he had suddenly switched tactics.
“You killed my fish.” Willow gave herself a mental pad on the back for job well done. Distract him. She could do that.
“So what? You want me to make it up to you?”
Or not so much.
“Will you?” she winced at how frightened and pleading her voice sounded.
“No. But I’m not gonna rip you wide open right now. Congrats!” Willow shuddered and Angelus laughed.
The thought had crossed his mind before, of course, but the Slayer’s best friend hadn’t seemed so delicious until now. He leaned in once again and licked her neck, feeling her shiver involuntary. She tasted like chocolate and power and Angelus hadn’t tasted either in a very long time.
Drusilla pulled Miss Edith’s eyes out and threw them at the wall screaming in anger and frustration. Tears streamed down her face as she clawed at her own arms.
“Gone! They’re all gone. The princes left the princess. Wanted a new color, got bored with the golden one and with the dark one too. They wanted fire and now they have left us behind to go play with the flames. Oh, but they don’t know.” Drusilla pulled at the doll’s hair, laughing and crying. “Noone plays with fire without getting burned.”