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

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~