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Author: eena_angel2001
Email: [email protected] or [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Rowling owns HP. Whedon owns BTVS.
Summary: Response to the Quickie Challenge, Pairing #24.
Notes: AU future fic for HP and BTVS. This fic assumes Willow came to the HP verse after her evil rampage.
�Where did you go?�
She looked up in shock, eyes widening when she saw he was there, awake in bed, and glaring at her. He looked positively delectable sitting there, clad only in his boxers. The frown on his face only served to make him sexier, a fact she was well aware of. After a second, she shook off her shock, switching the package in her arm to rest on her hip while she tossed him a wicked grin.
�I�m sorry to wake you,� she purred, making her way to the dresser. She laid the package there carefully before turning to face him. She gave him her best innocent look. Which only served to make him angrier.
�Do not try and charm your way out of this!� he barked at her, features clouding over in anger. �Where were you?�
She sighed, shooting him a wink before removing her coat.
�I went out,� she replied. �To get you a New Year�s gift.�
�New Year�s gift?� he repeated, frown replacing the glare on his face. �What are you talking about? It�s not bloody Christmas anymore, not a time for gifts. Willow, I want a straight answer.�
Willow Rosenburg gave a sigh, turning to pout at her lover. He remained seated on their bed, arms folded across his chest and unrelenting glare on his face. He looked good enough to eat like that.
�I like it when you simmer,� she told him, stalking closer to the bed. �Turns me on.�
He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her roughly to the bed. He towered over her, malice dancing around in his grey eyes.
�What were you doing?� he repeated. She could only giggle at his display, arching upwards to plant a kiss on his nose.
�It�s a surprise,� she told him, nodding her head to the dresser. �You can open it at midnight.�
�Why?�
�Because I�m quirky like that,� she returned with a sly grin. He looked down at her harshly, ignoring the feel of her hand on his chest.
�That won�t work,� he informed her. �You scared me. I turn around for a second and you were gone. I thought we agreed to ring in the New Year�s in bed.�
�We are in bed,� she reminded him. �And we�ve still got plenty of time to ring in the New Year. Don�t worry, I haven�t forgotten about our plans. I just had to get you that gift.�
�Again, why?� he demanded.
�You�ll see,� she smirked at him, hand going back to trace patterns on his chest. �After the clock hits midnight. But my oh my, what to do until then.�
He tried glaring down at her disapprovingly, but it only served to make her giggle more. She looked up at him demurely, sliding her hand further down his body. He closed his eyes, hissing in pleasure, when her hand moved over his crotch.
She smiled, rubbing his member through his boxers. He was so delicious. Look at him, eyes closed, towering over her. Made her so wet just to look at him.
�Don�t think this means you�re off the hook,� he gasped out through clenched teeth. One of his eyes opened and he shot her a look. �You�re going to have to pay for scaring me.�
�Well, if you�re in the mood for that tonight,� she trailed off, playfully bumping him with her legs. He glared at her for a second before descending on her rapidly. Quickly, his lips covered hers, and his hands started exploring along with hers.
She gasped when his hands brushed over her breasts, nipples already aching. Just being close to him did this to her. It was an amazing feeling, one that just didn�t fade.
Her shirt was ripped away in the next second. She guessed he really did want it rough tonight, not that she minded. The fine line between pain and pleasure always appealed to her. Wouldn�t Buffy be shocked to find out the things Willow did in her bedroom nowadays? But then again, the redhead wouldn�t really care if it did. Buffy�s shock would be amusing no doubt, but the blonde herself was of no importance to the redhead anymore. Willow had moved on to bigger and better things.
He growled on top of her, as if knowing her thoughts were elsewhere for a brief second. He didn�t like that. Always had to have all the attention on him. She smirked at him, snaking a hand into his boxers to grasp his member. His growls turned into groans as she rubbed it slowly with her hands. When he looked at her again, his eyes were clouded over with such lust it made her heart skip a beat.
Her bra went flying off next. She let a scream loose when his mouth captured one of her nipples. He grinned, biting and sucking on her right nipple. With each movement of his mouth, her screams increased. His left hand to knead her left breast while the right one began to tug at her skirt.
She groaned, raising her hips to allow him the pull her skirt down. The material was shimmied down her legs, kicked off the bed absently by her lover. His hand was already on her panties. But instead of pulling them off, he ripped them right off.
�Hey,� she panted suddenly. �I liked those.�
His only response was remove his mouth from her breast and start kissing a trail down her body. She was quivering by the time he reached her belly; confused by the level of gentleness he was showing her now. Maybe she had really frightened him by running off. She felt a twinge of guilt at that. She hadn�t wanted to make him worry.
But there were more pleasing things to dwell on right now. His mouth stopped right above her curls, hands going to push her legs apart. She gave another scream when she felt his tongue on her. Her eyes shot open, vision hazy from the sensations he was causing. She felt herself near the edge, tumbling over with another shout of pleasure.
He moved, stopping when he was eye-level with her once more. She was panting, face flushed from her climax. He swooped down for another kiss, his hands helping hers when she reached for his boxers. The clothing was thrown away, like much of the others. She waited in anticipation, positioning herself underneath him.
He only kissed her harder, hands angling her hips up to him. When he finally plunged in, their lips tore apart, a scream coming from both of them. She was seeing stars behind the lids of her eyes, blindly clutching at him as she waited to adjust to him.
And then he began moving, thrusting in and out of her. He slowed and quickened his pace, driving her up and down from the edge more than once. She moaned pitifully, trying to force his thrusts to quicken. But he remained, keeping the random but torturous rhythm.
She opened her eyes and pouted at him. He looked down at her, face shining as he smirked at her pleading face. He went down to her breast again, biting, sucking, pulling at her nipples again. Her moans turned into screams of pleasure once more.
She clung to him, whimpering happily when his movements picked up a faster and rougher pace. Soon he was slamming into her, causing her to slip over the edge for the second time of the night. He kept increasing his thrusts, following her over that edge, both calling the others name when oblivion overtook them.
�Draco!�
�Oh God Willow!�
He emptied into her, coming to a stop slowly. She closed her eyes, basking in the tingling of her flesh. He slid off her, pulling her close and tugging the covers over them. She cracked open an eye, smiling at him.
�It�s midnight,� she informed him. He nodded, pulling her to his chest.
�Another year,� he sighed, panting from their lovemaking. �Another year of following orders like some sort of patsy. Another year of having to suck up to that pathetic man and see him waste all our power and potential on trying to kill one measly man!�
She giggled at his tirade, causing him to glare at her. She only pulled herself up, kissing his nose playfully.
�Got your wand handy?�
He arched a brow at her.
�So soon after?� he tossed back at her. She rolled her eyes, slapping his chest mockingly.
�Mind out of the gutter,� she smirked. �I meant your other wand.�
�Why?� he demanded.
�Because, it�s time for your gift,� she informed him, snuggling up against his chest. �And I�m too comfy here to get up and get it.�
�I don�t see-�
�Just get it,� she ordered, turning her head upwards to smile devilishly at him. �I wanted to get it for you at Christmas, but couldn�t find the right time. But I finally found the right moment, so just open it. It�s well worth your time.�
Draco sighed, reaching over to the night table for his wand. He pointed it at the dresser, half-heartedly mumbling the charm.
�Accio box.�
The gift went flying into his hands. He looked expectantly at his lover. Willow only grinned in excitement, pulling him up into a sitting position against the headboard. She clasped his arm, resting her chin on his shoulder before nudging him.
�Open it.�
With another look to the redhead, he pulled the wrappings off the box. Rather curiously, he opened the flaps. The sight inside the box stopped him cold.
�Do you like it?�
He could make no noise. He raised wide eyes to her, mouthing his question: How?
�I went to him earlier,� she shrugged. �He thought he was going to get some, but I went and took something for myself for a change. Isn�t this what you wanted? You�re always saying that he�s too old to be leading us anymore. Think on it, with this, you�re in charge now. You can actually lead the Death Eaters to some sort of victory. No more sulking about, doing things the slow and stupid way like him. We can go and take what we want-by force.�
Draco shook his head, feeling a smirk come over his features.
�How long . . .� he trailed off. Willow shrugged, snuggled against his arm. She looked almost innocent doing it. Almost. But the �gift� in his hands proved she was anything but.
�Since I got here,� she finally answered. �There was a reason why I picked you out of all the others Draco. I went to your bed because I knew you were the guy I needed. Perfect for the job.�
He shook his head, looking down at the box once more. A feeling filled him, once of supreme satisfaction.
�With this, we�re going to destroy those Muggle-lovers,� he crowed. �We�re finally going to execute a plan worthy of Death Eaters! The bleeding Wizarding world isn�t going to know what hit it.�
�Why stop there?� she purred into his ear. He smiled as she nipped at his neck.
�After all,� she continued. �There�s a whole entire world out there. Why not just go for it all?�
�My, aren�t we ambitious?� he clucked his tongue at her. �Well, since you got me such a wonderful gift, who am I to deny you the world?�
A wicked grin split her face. Willow raised her hand, waving away the box bearing the head of Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord looked positively stunned in death, something Draco found amusing. Stupid old git didn�t even see it coming. He underestimated his lover, just like a lot of people had done. None of them ever seemed to recognize she wasn�t some stupid sidekick or second string. No, his baby was a headliner, and soon everyone would know that.
�You�re still getting punished,� he murmured, sending her an evil smirk. �After all, you ran off without telling me.�
She sighed, nodding in consent.
�I was a naughty girl,� she agreed. A sly look entered her eye then, a look he had come to love over the past year or so.
�Wanna spank me?�
The End
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