Title: Fun Now
Author: Northlight
email: uzenet@videotron.ca
Spoilers: Doppegangland (sp?)
Rating: um... PG13?
Distribution: TPWFLD and anyone else who asks.
Disclaimer: Joss owns these characters.

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She could _feel_ him.

Dark green eyes ran across the forms of this world's inhabitants, their
heads bent studiously as they pieced together the ritual that would send
her back to her world. Weak, foolish mortals, bound up in constraints
of goodness and decency. Even her Xander. Xander, whose dead heart
beat with the same bloodlust as did hers, whose hands had claimed her
body with such sure strokes... A weakling.

_He_ was the only one here who was worthy. Her eyes slid away from the
small cluster of mortals before her, shifting towards the dark form
hovering behind her. Blood red lips curved upwards in a knowing smile.
Not her Puppy... but they certainly did have _some_ things in common.
She wondered if he screamed as nicely as did her caged little animal did
when she rode him, her nails digging into his chest, leaving bloody
gouges scraped into the pale flesh.

They were still busy, their attention firmly focused on the circle that
would take her away from them. They trusted him to keep her in place.
Her eyes flashed with amusement when she recalled that in another world,
it had been _she_ who kept him firmly under thumb.

She turned around slowly, delighting in the feel of his eyes caressing
her body. He tried to deny it, tried to keep his hungry gaze neutral,
but she could see the lust flickering deep in his dark gaze. She
sauntered forward, his eyes caught by the rhythmic sway of leather clad
hips.

"Fun now. Play, puppy?" she cooed, her body pressing against his as
she rose to her toes, her lips inches from his ear. He stiffened
beneath her touch, desire for her warring with disgust for wanting her.
Oh, so very close to her puppy. It wouldn't be difficult... not
really. She could make him hers again. Pretty, fuzzy little Willow
wouldn't. She'd let the Slayer take Puppy.

"I don't play," Angel said coolly, disentangling her arms from around
his neck. His hands lingered at her wrists before he released them at
her side.

"Liar," she hissed, her hands sweeping a sure trail down his chest and
towards the bulge in his pants. "Puppy likes games. He screams, and
curses, but you always get hard for me. Puppy likes being punished. So
do you... I can see it in your eyes... you like the thought of what I do
to him."

Angel reached out, grasping her hands in an almost painful grip before
her questing hands reached their destination. She pouted, and then
gasped happily as she felt his fingers digging into her flesh. There
were some differences with her Puppy. Her little toy never played back
as hard as she did. Chained and whimpering and loving and hating her,
but never fighting. Maybe this was what her Puppy had been like when
they first found him. She would have liked to break him. Her tongue
darted out, wetting dark red lips as her eyes met his slyly.

"You may be big news in your world, but here, believe me, I _know_ how
to play this game. You may be a vampire, but you're nothing more than a
child."

Willow ground up against him, trapping their hands between their
bodies. "You like that, too. Innocence, waiting to be taken. Young
bodies, crying out to be trained for you."

She delighted in the feel of him. Even through the layers of clothing
separating them, she could feel the shape of him. Stronger, more full
than her Puppy. She wanted to see all of him. She wanted to know every
inch of his body as intimately as she had known Puppy's. She purred
deep in her throat at the thought of it.

"Hey!" the loud, annoyed voice broke through the spell of memories and
desire that was winding about the two motionless vampires. Game face
slipping into face, she twisted around, snarling her displeasure at the
narrow eyed Slayer glaring at her. "Get away from him!"

Nobody told _her_ what to do. Smiling, she turned back towards her
not-puppy, her mouth grinding against his in a hard kiss. Behind her,
she could hear Buffy spluttering indignantly. Willow pulled back,
patting at Angel's face. "No more playing... Maybe she likes to play,
too," she told him, shooting a pointed glance in Willow's direction.
Fuzzy little Willow needed something to play with.

"I am _so_ glad that she's leaving," Buffy said frostily as the
vampiress drew away from Angel, resuming her former pose of bored
indifference.

"...Right," Willow responded distantly, her eyes caught by the look on
Angel's face as he looked at other-Willow. The vampiress' met green
eyes the same colour of her own, and she winked, a challenging smile on
her lips.


~End~