Chances
Chances
by Jerzeyanjel
Willow/Angel season 2
word count 711
It wasn’t as if I had never had a boy in my room before. Xander was always here; he has been a permanent fixture in my room for years. It didn’t even seem to bother my parents that he spent the night or was here so much. They just accepted it.
But tonight it felt different and it wasn’t a boy in my room with me.
It was a man.
And he was bending down right next to me. His arm almost touching mine.
The soft buttery leather of his jacket brushes against me and I can’t help the flash of goose bumps that rush along my pale skin. I shiver a little and close my eyes against the brightness of my computer screen.
“Willow? You ok?” he asks me, the deepness of his voice sliding over my flesh like a blanket.
My eyes shoot open and I nod slightly but that doesn’t seem to satisfy him. I pretend I am completely absorbed in the information he has me seeking on the internet as he leans closer.
It isn’t until I feel his cool hand on my face that I finally look at him. His chocolate brown eyes are searching mine and I find myself falling into their unfathomable darkness.
I swallow … loudly as his cool hand traces a path on my cheek.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way. There was Oz to consider and Buffy too. But none of that mattered. I couldn’t think of anything other than who was in front of me.
I’d always had an attraction to him. How could I not?
He was fire and ice.
He was dangerous and full of mystery.
He was tantalizing and forbidden.
He was everything I had ever wanted and was never allowed.
He was something innocent, naïve Willow would never dream of wanting.
I didn’t care. I was sick of being sweet mousy Willow. And the way he was looking at me. Full of longing had my heart pounding and my panties in a twist.
“Angel,” I whispered breathlessly, my face inches from his.
Chances were meant to be taken, I told myself as I took what was offered and pressed my lips against his.
I felt the surprise in Angel and he stiffened slightly. But as fast as it appeared it was gone and I was yanked out of my chair and pressed fully against his body.
We broke apart and our eyes met again, our gazes full of heat and lust. I blinked once… twice before his lips were against mine. His mouth moving in a forbidden dance that scorched my entire being from my mouth to my toes. I was on fire everywhere and it burned so deliciously.
My hands tangled in his soft brown hair as I held his head to mine. I heard a low moan and it shot through my nerves right to my core. Drenching me in its intent.
Angel wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed down my neck, biting gently at my collar bone. He was breathing hard, one hand gripped tightly at my waist while the other clutched at my hair.
I was tingling everywhere he touched me. I wanted more and I couldn’t get enough of him. His mouth felt like heaven against the curve of my throat, his tongue burning a trail along my skin. I felt his face shift and instead of being scared it only turned me on more. He pulled back, his hand still coiled deep within my hair.
“Willow?” he asked, his voice a tad rougher around his fangs.
I stared a minute more before tilting back and offering my neck. I wanted more of the feelings he was giving me. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to be his.
I felt the shock in him and the desire to sink his teeth in my flesh. I felt him try to reign in his demon but I wasn’t having any of that. I pulled at his head, burying his mouth in my neck. He growled low and deep, the sound vibrating through my body.
“Mine!” he snarled before he struck. At the first pull of my blood I knew I was his.
That I was always meant to be Angel’s.
I am thankful to all those who have served, are serving or have died serving our country. Saying thank you is not a strong enough word for how grateful I am to those protecting our country. God Bless America!
by Jerzeyanjel
Willow/Angel season 2
word count 711
It wasn’t as if I had never had a boy in my room before. Xander was always here; he has been a permanent fixture in my room for years. It didn’t even seem to bother my parents that he spent the night or was here so much. They just accepted it.
But tonight it felt different and it wasn’t a boy in my room with me.
It was a man.
And he was bending down right next to me. His arm almost touching mine.
The soft buttery leather of his jacket brushes against me and I can’t help the flash of goose bumps that rush along my pale skin. I shiver a little and close my eyes against the brightness of my computer screen.
“Willow? You ok?” he asks me, the deepness of his voice sliding over my flesh like a blanket.
My eyes shoot open and I nod slightly but that doesn’t seem to satisfy him. I pretend I am completely absorbed in the information he has me seeking on the internet as he leans closer.
It isn’t until I feel his cool hand on my face that I finally look at him. His chocolate brown eyes are searching mine and I find myself falling into their unfathomable darkness.
I swallow … loudly as his cool hand traces a path on my cheek.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way. There was Oz to consider and Buffy too. But none of that mattered. I couldn’t think of anything other than who was in front of me.
I’d always had an attraction to him. How could I not?
He was fire and ice.
He was dangerous and full of mystery.
He was tantalizing and forbidden.
He was everything I had ever wanted and was never allowed.
He was something innocent, naïve Willow would never dream of wanting.
I didn’t care. I was sick of being sweet mousy Willow. And the way he was looking at me. Full of longing had my heart pounding and my panties in a twist.
“Angel,” I whispered breathlessly, my face inches from his.
Chances were meant to be taken, I told myself as I took what was offered and pressed my lips against his.
I felt the surprise in Angel and he stiffened slightly. But as fast as it appeared it was gone and I was yanked out of my chair and pressed fully against his body.
We broke apart and our eyes met again, our gazes full of heat and lust. I blinked once… twice before his lips were against mine. His mouth moving in a forbidden dance that scorched my entire being from my mouth to my toes. I was on fire everywhere and it burned so deliciously.
My hands tangled in his soft brown hair as I held his head to mine. I heard a low moan and it shot through my nerves right to my core. Drenching me in its intent.
Angel wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed down my neck, biting gently at my collar bone. He was breathing hard, one hand gripped tightly at my waist while the other clutched at my hair.
I was tingling everywhere he touched me. I wanted more and I couldn’t get enough of him. His mouth felt like heaven against the curve of my throat, his tongue burning a trail along my skin. I felt his face shift and instead of being scared it only turned me on more. He pulled back, his hand still coiled deep within my hair.
“Willow?” he asked, his voice a tad rougher around his fangs.
I stared a minute more before tilting back and offering my neck. I wanted more of the feelings he was giving me. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to be his.
I felt the shock in him and the desire to sink his teeth in my flesh. I felt him try to reign in his demon but I wasn’t having any of that. I pulled at his head, burying his mouth in my neck. He growled low and deep, the sound vibrating through my body.
“Mine!” he snarled before he struck. At the first pull of my blood I knew I was his.
That I was always meant to be Angel’s.
I am thankful to all those who have served, are serving or have died serving our country. Saying thank you is not a strong enough word for how grateful I am to those protecting our country. God Bless America!