E-mail: charibob@aol.com
Title: Chocolatey Thoughts (1/1)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss is god, Joss owns all. Please don't sue 'cuz
I'm poor.
Summary: Part 12 of the Goddess, Thy Name Is...Willow? Previous parts can be
found at:
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/4789/index.html
Thoughts people. *Chocolatey* Thoughts
Spoilers: Dopplegangland
Distribution: My site and whoever else wants it.
Rating: PG-13 (I guess)
Feedback: Please, or else I'll get EVIL! You've all seen it. You know I can.
Dedication: To Constance, for April's Fools. Yay! Thank you!
< > indicates thought
Spike quickly fed off of a middle aged man who stupidly thought it would be safe to jog in the park, at night, alone. He wanted to hurry up and get back to the mansion. He didn't want to leave *his* redhead alone with Angel any longer than he had to. < Sodding bastard was probably all over her the second I left. > Abruptly he stopped moving. < Chocolate. Forgot the chocolate. Got to go get chocolate. > He swiftly turned and headed in the direction of the nearest store.
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After Buffy stormed out of the mansion, Willow pulled away from Angel. She needed space to digest what had happened, and what had almost happened. Angel allowed her to pull away, understanding her need for time to think. He stood and went into the kitchen to feed, allowing Willow some privacy. As Willow watched him go, her mind whirled < I almost killed Buffy. Thank the goddess Angel was here to stop me. Can I thank the goddess anymore? After all, I'm sort of a goddess myself. Are there different rules for kind-of-evil-sorta-goddesses? That's something I'm going to have to look into. Oh well, thank Someone that Angel was here. I wonder what would have happened if Spike was here instead of Angel? He probably would have let me rip her heart out, and cheered me on while I was doing it. Of course, if Spike were here instead of Angel than Buffy wouldn't have cared, and somehow I don't think Spike and I would just be kissing. He did seem pretty insistent about the whole chocolate thing. Ooohhh..... Chocolate.... Slowly spreading chocolate over every inch of Spike's lean hard body. Mmmmm.... Licking every bit of chocolate off of his body.... > Willow shuddered slightly and gave a low moan at the arousing picture her mind had conjured up.
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Spike's eyes widened as he wandered through the store. < Who would have thought that there were so many different kinds of chocolate out there? Which one do I get? > Spike was unsure. Chocolate was a new thing for him. With Drucilla, it had always been blood, as well as with any other vampires he had slept with. And with humans, he had never bothered with niceties like chocolate. < But my little redhead is different. Hmmmmm.... Let's see. Dark chocolate, light chocolate, white chocolate, chocolate fudge, chocolate sauce, chocolate kisses, chocolate frosting, wow, look at all the different kinds of chocolate frosting, double chocolate, death by chocolate, triple chocolate.... What should I get? I know! I'll get one of everything, then we can experiment and find out what we like the best! > Spike got an enormous grin on his face at the thought of hours upon hours of "experimentation" with his redhead. He grabbed one of everything, and went up to the check-out lane.
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Angel heard Willow's low moan form the kitchen, and mistaking it for a moan of despair, rushed to the living room and pulled her into a hug. All thoughts of a chocolate covered Spike were driven out of Willow's head as she felt Angel's strong arms surrounding her. Instead her thoughts went into a totally new direction. She was thinking of Angel. More specifically of Angel's muscular body. Most specifically of Angel's muscular body in a tub of hot soapy water. In her mind's eye, she could just see him there, the water dripping off of his well formed pectoral muscles, and she could see herself touching and caressing his wet flesh. < Geez. Hormonal much, Willow? > she thought to herself, as her mind teased her with more X-rated imagery. Angel could smell her arousal, and gave a low moan of his own, as he pulled her even closer.
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Spike was hurrying back to the mansion, laden down with three sacks of chocolatey goodness. He felt more excited than he had been in a long time, as he teased himself with thoughts of how he and Willow would empty the bags that he was carrying.
The End
I liked it, how 'bout you? What do you think should happen next? Chocolatey goodness, or bathtime with Angel? Let me know. (doesn't mean I'm going to do it, but then again, you never know.)
Charity
A.K.A. BOB1
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-- (Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures)
