Title: Hush, Said The Willow-pire
Author: psimetis
E-mail: psimetis@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Season 3, 4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: vampire Willow/Tara
Characters: Vamp Willow, Tara,
Disclaimer: All characters of BtVS and its universe are all rights and owned
by Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. This is a fan to fan appreciative effort made
for absolutely no profit.
Summary: Alt Season 4: Four vignettes set in ‘Hush’, where it’s
Vamp Willow who ends up in the laundry room with Tara.
Warnings: Language, Sex, Vampire
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Hush, Said The Willow-pire
‘When’
When she first saw her, it was at UC Sunnydale, at a meeting of little witches.
When she saw her, the secret, silent girl sitting among the other, silly girls,
Willow heard her heart first, thunderous and hard. The blue eyes raised furtively
to hers held realization and Willow knew right then that this girl knew.
Like a precise snapshot, she and the girl became the only real objects
in that room.
She stared at the secret witch with the dirty blonde hair and averted gaze until
the end of the meeting, listening to that frightened heartbeat.
Not bored now, Willow realized.
‘Then’
It was the night of no voices, and Willow was still following her.
She doubted her witch would have gone out into the night, but the girl had been
trying to flee the vampire. And Willow nearly regretted the little courtship
chase when the gliding creeps with the chain-carrying freaks appeared.
One of them broke her arm! Lesson: never block a swinging chain. Willow found
herself and the girl cornered in a laundry room. She tried moving the soda machine.
No grip. Willow tried magic. Nothing. The freaks at the door pounded harder.
She let her demon out and snarled.
Then she felt the girl near, warm and questioning. Such eyes. She saw the tentative
hand that reached out, fingers spread, offering. Willow thought: Is she kidding
me?
Anything was possible on the Hellmouth. She took the hand, and felt--
them slide
like pieces
now seamless--
As one, they locked their gaze upon the soda machine.
It flew.
Willow laughed despite having no voice. She held that warm hand tight. There
was no way she’d ever let this one go now.
‘Having’
She wanted to ask: Do you realize, you’ve locked yourself in with a monster?
She wanted to ask: Do you know how much soul there is, in your eyes?
She wanted to say: Have you, now.
And though they had no voices and the banging eventually died away, Willow believed
everything said could easily be read in her own eyes. She liked her scent, she
liked her breaths, she liked her heartbeat, she liked the fear, the confusion,
the instinctive attraction, sparking from the girl like flares. She liked her
eyes.
And she liked how the girl would step back, and Willow would advance nearer.
How she avoided, and Willow moved. It was a little dance, a little chase, confined
to a little room. At one point she thought the girl would cry, upset, obviously
unsure about the true end of this game.
Willow tangled fingers with her again.
Hush, she silently comforted, when the girl was finally pressed to the soda
machine. A sweet, trapped, yummy thing. Hushhhhhh....
Pretty, she spoke silently to her. Soft. Warm. She smiled. She deliberately
glanced at their hands. Do you understand?
Want you, her lips said, to the girl’s watching eyes. Have you.
Willow relished the promise. She sealed it against soft lips.
‘Gotcha’
Seduction without words. So much harder to work at, yet so gratifying for the
final reward. She thought about taking. She thought about intimidating. Willow
decided to be convincing.
The 'silence' enchantment had obviously been ended when she heard the girl beneath
her give a small cry.
The blood she sucked from her witch’s throat healed her arm. Now Willow
could properly fuck her.
Hand between her thighs. Chest pressed against those breasts. Soft, soft mouth
and bloody kisses. She happily wrung pleasure from the warmth beneath her. Again.
Ooo, again. So responsive, one more. Willow watched helpless ecstasy flood those
surprised, night-blue eyes. Beautiful thing. Again.
No, no, kitten, don’t pass out yet. Willow pinched her, right where it
counted. Tee hee! Such a scream of surprise! And finally, there was the begging
for no more. Soft, tearful pleas that were better than even Puppy’s. Willow
decided to be nice. She picked her new kitten up.
She kicked the soda machine aside.
“A perfect night,” she noted simply, with just a touch of wonderment,
the first words she’d ever spoken to her new girl. She exited their little
play room.
“Taking you home now,” Willow told her exhausted kitten. “And
then you can tell me your name.”
“But,” her kitten whispered.
“Shhhhh,” Willow comforted, smiling at her new treasure. “Hush
now.”
the end.