Fic - Possession Part 3/? - FRT
Title: Possession, Part 3/?
Fandom: BtVS
Warnings: a bit of sexy badness. Read before you let the Teen read. I don’t know how strict you are with your teens.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: FRT
Summary: Willow meets her new family.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. No characters, no music, just words.
Authors' Note: It has been a long time since I wrote anything for Possession. I guess my muse is back!! Previous Chapters HERE
Willow sighed as she leaned her head back and washed the shampoo from her hair. She still had no clue why a warehouse had a shower, much less how it was getting hot water, and right now she really couldn’t seem to care. Angel had left her alone to prepare Spike and Drusilla for their new family member. Willow smiled to herself. “Prepare, my ass. He wants to gloat. Oh look at me, I’m a big meany that uses too much hair gel and I’ve turned the slayer’s little hacker.” She imitated in a deep voice.
The laugh startled her as it echoed off the tile. She squeaked and grabbed a towel when she saw Spike standing in front of her. “Got the Poof spot on, Pet.” Willow walked around him to get her clothes but wrinkled up her nose at the smell that they produced. As if on que, Spike handed her a small bundle of clothing. “Drusilla said you could use these until you can get something of your own.” Willow smiled and accepted the clothing only a slight shake of her hand betraying her nervousness. Spike walked out of the makeshift bathroom leaving her alone. As she dressed in the white cotton sun dress that she had been given she heard music drift down the hall.
Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.
The concrete was cold beneath her feet. She stopped just outside the door to the main part of the factory, where everyone was gathered, and took an unneeded breath. “Showtime.” Willow pushed open the doors, gathering confidence with each step. Angelus looked up from a book that he had been reading. Not so much as reading, as staring at until his Childe got done in the wash room. Willows red hair seemed more vibrant against her pale skin, her eyes darker. He always knew she would be a beautiful vampire. He practically jumped out of his seat to get to her, but wasn’t fast enough as Spike intercepted her. “Sorry pops, big bro, wants a cha-cha, yeah?” He snuck his hands around her waist and was spinning her across the floor, away from a scowling Angelus.
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Willow was having a blast. Spike, all though a little handsy, was a great dancer and told her jokes to make her laugh. He made her forget all the bad things that had happened over the last few hours. He was nothing like she thought he was. Drusilla sit on a long plush sofa and giggled as she watched Spike and Willow flow across the floor together. Angel came over to the dancing duo and took Willow by the hand. “Sorry Spike, my boy, I’m cutting in now.” Spike relented, but not before he noticed Willow tense up at Angelus’ touch.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....
It had been a long night, Willow was getting tired and she could feel the sun rise approaching the horizon. Angelus had pulled her into his lap and held her tightly. Just when she was wondering if she could pass out if she couldn’t breathe, Spike spoke up. “Ain’t nobody gonna steal ‘er, mate. Loosin’ up, yeah?” He winked at Willow as Angelus released his grip slightly. Willow smiled.
Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Fandom: BtVS
Warnings: a bit of sexy badness. Read before you let the Teen read. I don’t know how strict you are with your teens.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: FRT
Summary: Willow meets her new family.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. No characters, no music, just words.
Authors' Note: It has been a long time since I wrote anything for Possession. I guess my muse is back!! Previous Chapters HERE
Willow sighed as she leaned her head back and washed the shampoo from her hair. She still had no clue why a warehouse had a shower, much less how it was getting hot water, and right now she really couldn’t seem to care. Angel had left her alone to prepare Spike and Drusilla for their new family member. Willow smiled to herself. “Prepare, my ass. He wants to gloat. Oh look at me, I’m a big meany that uses too much hair gel and I’ve turned the slayer’s little hacker.” She imitated in a deep voice.
The laugh startled her as it echoed off the tile. She squeaked and grabbed a towel when she saw Spike standing in front of her. “Got the Poof spot on, Pet.” Willow walked around him to get her clothes but wrinkled up her nose at the smell that they produced. As if on que, Spike handed her a small bundle of clothing. “Drusilla said you could use these until you can get something of your own.” Willow smiled and accepted the clothing only a slight shake of her hand betraying her nervousness. Spike walked out of the makeshift bathroom leaving her alone. As she dressed in the white cotton sun dress that she had been given she heard music drift down the hall.
Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.
The concrete was cold beneath her feet. She stopped just outside the door to the main part of the factory, where everyone was gathered, and took an unneeded breath. “Showtime.” Willow pushed open the doors, gathering confidence with each step. Angelus looked up from a book that he had been reading. Not so much as reading, as staring at until his Childe got done in the wash room. Willows red hair seemed more vibrant against her pale skin, her eyes darker. He always knew she would be a beautiful vampire. He practically jumped out of his seat to get to her, but wasn’t fast enough as Spike intercepted her. “Sorry pops, big bro, wants a cha-cha, yeah?” He snuck his hands around her waist and was spinning her across the floor, away from a scowling Angelus.
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Willow was having a blast. Spike, all though a little handsy, was a great dancer and told her jokes to make her laugh. He made her forget all the bad things that had happened over the last few hours. He was nothing like she thought he was. Drusilla sit on a long plush sofa and giggled as she watched Spike and Willow flow across the floor together. Angel came over to the dancing duo and took Willow by the hand. “Sorry Spike, my boy, I’m cutting in now.” Spike relented, but not before he noticed Willow tense up at Angelus’ touch.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....
It had been a long night, Willow was getting tired and she could feel the sun rise approaching the horizon. Angelus had pulled her into his lap and held her tightly. Just when she was wondering if she could pass out if she couldn’t breathe, Spike spoke up. “Ain’t nobody gonna steal ‘er, mate. Loosin’ up, yeah?” He winked at Willow as Angelus released his grip slightly. Willow smiled.
Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.