By The Wicked Sluts
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, The WB, and Fox own them. We just like to use and abuse them and send them home all sweaty.
STERN WARNING: In our happy little world, Willow and Angel trust each other completely and Willow has no real fear of any physical harm. In the last 1/3 of this story, there is some sexplay that youd better save until youre with someone you know very well and trust implicitly if youre interested in trying it. If someone suggests it on the first date, please run screaming from the room.
Willow was aroused.
Plain and simple.
It had been more than two weeks since she and Angel had had a chance to be alone, and it was killing her. She was addicted to the vampire, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he bruised her, and the way he fucked her.
And now she was alone on a date with Oz, in his van, in the middle of the woods and she needed a release.
The pair were stretched out in the back of the van, curled up on a soft blanket, talking. Willow loved Oz more than words, and the thought of leaving him never entered her mind. But there were things that Angel gave her that Oz simply couldnt. But Oz was who she was with at the moment.
She moved closer to him, stretching her right leg across his body, nibbling on his neck, and casually trying to place some friction where she needed it. She knew that Oz was getting aroused, too, and she was ready to go over the edge with him. He caressed her back through the thin cotton material of her shirt, returning her kisses more fervently the harder she pressed against his leg.
He rolled Willow onto her back, and gingerly unsnapped her jeans, unsure of whether Willow would want to take things further. His action was answered with a moan, and he dipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, finally settling his hand in her moist nest of curls.
Willow? he questioned.
He complied, spreading her lips and sliding a finger into her core. She clenched around the finger, fighting the urge to call out his name afraid the name she would call out wouldnt be Oz.
He slid another finger in, pumping them quickly in and out. The difference in the way Angel touched her and the way Oz touched her was astounding. Angel was obviously so much more experienced in the ways of making a woman come. He knew exactly how to touch Willow, exactly how much pressure she needed, and when she needed it. He understood Willow in a way that Oz was oblivious to.
His thumb grazed her clit, and Willow bit back a scream. She was so close even if Oz wasnt who she wanted at the moment, he was who she loved, and it would only take a little bit more
But Oz ignored her silent plea to place more pressure on her center, continuing to move his fingers in and out. Willow was shaking with need now. She needed
Closing her eyes, she forgot for a moment where she was, and who she was with. Without thinking, she lowered her own hand between her legs, and rubbed herself through her jeans, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her body, soaking Ozs hand and leaving the startled young man gaping at this girlfriend.
Willow, what the hell was that? he moved away from her.
Blinking her eyes, she focused on Oz, What was what?
That! he said, What was that all about?
I dont know whats going on with you, Will. Youve been acting all weird lately. Distant.
Oz, please she sat up, hastily buttoning her jeans.
Im taking you home.
The drive back to Willows house was made in silence. Oz stared at the road as Willow blinked back tears, both from knowing that things had suddenly changed between her and Oz, and because she wanted nothing more than to be with Angel at that moment, to be punished for her behavior, punished for wanting Angel more than Oz. And knowing that the moment that Oz drove away, she would be running towards the mansion.