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Fic: Tarnished Armor 6/? (Willow/Lindsey) Adult *Rating has gone up*

Title: Tarnished Armor
Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Lindsey
Summary: Leaving Wolfram & Hart was the best decision Lindsey could have made.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: joss10k, my site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask. The song 'In the Darkness' is by Kane and lyrics were found at KaneFans.net.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to my betas: strangecreature, kallie_kat & emeraldswan for all of your help.

Author's Note: While this takes place during season 5 of Buffy, I'm leaving out some things to suit my purposes. 1) No Dawn & Joyce isn't sick, so Buffy is still living in the dorms with Willow as her roommate. 2) Tara is just a friend.

Chapter Word Count: 2,980; Total Word Count: 14,090

Chapter 6

Lindsey tried not to speed as he drove himself and Willow to his hotel. While they didn't speak, the air crackled with the sexual tension he knew was between them. A quick look at Willow confirmed that she was feeling it too, if her slightly flushed skin and rapid breathing were anything to go by.

A part of him wished that he could read her thoughts right now. She didn't give the impression of someone who went to hotel rooms with men they'd only met the day before. Granted, looks could be deceiving, but the innocent vibe she gave off was contrary to her actions thus far.

He nearly slammed on the brakes as his thoughts stuttered at the word 'innocent'. What if she truly was an innocent? Just because she was in college didn't mean that she wasn't a virgin. What if she was? Was he reading too much into their remarkable chemistry and she really did just want to hear him sing? God, he hoped not.

Following that train of thought, Lindsey frantically tried to remember if he had any condoms buried in his duffel bag. He had a moment of panic that he didn't. After all, it wasn't like he'd planned on hooking up with anyone when he'd left LA. Maybe he should find a drug store on the way to the hotel, just in case.

"Turn right," Willow prompted.

Turning his attention back to the road, Lindsey realized that while he was lost in his thoughts, he had nearly passed their destination.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "Got a little caught up in my thoughts."

"It's okay," Willow assured him. "Me too. You're also not so familiar with the town."

"True," he agreed. Sliding into a parking spot, Lindsey put the car in park and turned off the ignition. 'Too late now,' Lindsey thought, hoping he'd be covered if things went the way he hoped they would.

He exited the truck and moved around to get Willow's door for her. She took his hand as she exited and held on to it as they entered the building.

Willow's breath was deep and even, as if she were trying to control her breathing so that she didn't hyperventilate. The entire ride over she had been asking herself what she was doing, going to a hotel with a guy she barely knew. She told herself that it was just to hear him play, but even she didn't buy that. She wanted Lindsey like she'd never wanted any man before. If he wanted her too, then she wasn't going to deny herself the pleasure she just knew he could give her.

As the elevator doors closed and it began its ascent, Willow squeezed Lindsey's hand, silently assuring him that all was good and this was what she wanted.

Lindsey led her the short distance down the corridor to his room. Luckily the keycard worked on the first try and he ushered Willow into the room. She stood in the entrance as he moved around, turning on lights.

The room itself was nondescript. There was a small bathroom to the right of the entrance, a plain desk next to the dresser/entertainment center, which were across from the queen sized bed.

Willow bit back a hysterical laugh, wondering if she had made the right decision about coming up here.

Noting Willow's sudden tension, Lindsey asked her, "Would you like something to drink? I think there are some sodas in the mini-fridge in the corner. Or there's always water."

Willow shook her head. "No, thank you. Just realizing that I'm in a hotel room with a guy I barely know. You know?"

"Yeah, I know," Lindsey grinned. "If you want, I can just take you home. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Apparently he'd said the right thing, as the tension drained out of Willow and she crossed the small space to him. Lindsey eagerly took her into the circle of his arms.

"I'm not uncomfortable, not now." Willow looked up and met his eyes, the lust suddenly back full force.

Lindsey dipped his head and did what he'd wanted to do since he'd seen her gaping at Giles at the coffee bar; he kissed her. Any remaining doubts about where the evening was headed flew out the window as the fire between them was instantly stoked back to life.

When Lindsey's hands slid down her back and slid under her shirt, Willow abruptly pulled back. "Singing," she blurted out. "We came up here for you to sing."

Lindsey stared at her for a minute as her words tried to penetrate the lustful haze he'd been reveling in. "You still want me to sing?"

Taking a nervous step backwards, Willow nodded. "Uh, yep. Yes. I-I think I'd like that." The backs of her legs ran into the bed, causing her to abruptly sit. Her eyes widened as she realized where she was now sitting and she jumped up.

Lindsey laughed at her antics and relented. "Take it easy, I'll sing. Why don't you sit at the desk and I'll grab my guitar."

Willow was blushing as she crossed over to the desk and pulled out the chair. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as the bed, but she didn't want to give any more mixed signals.

Having no such qualms, Lindsey sat on the bed near Willow with his guitar in his lap. After taking a moment to tune it, he began to sing:

"I guess I oughta tell you what's been going on
Well I've been chasing dreams for everyone but me
When your heart is filled with misery
It's hard to find the energy
To remember just how much she means to me"

Lindsey kept his eyes locked with Willow's, only occasionally needing to check his fingering. This was one song he had played both for himself and in public so often that he knew it almost as well as if he'd written it himself. He felt it particularly reflected what had been going through his mind lately.

"Well I keep everything inside so long till it burns
Everybody stokes the fire and the walls get a little higher
I light the candle at both ends
And I hit the gas, the wheels start to spin
But she's always there to catch me when I fall"

Willow was mesmerized by Lindsey's voice. No wonder he wanted to check out the open mic night. He was really good. Better even than Giles. Way better than Oz; after all, Oz could only play, he admittedly wasn't much of a singer other than for backup.

"'Cause I've been hell on wheels for days now
There ain't a shade of red I can't paint
When the lights go down, she always helps me see
In the darkness a day will come
Another light for you to lean upon
But until then maybe your heart
Can rest in mine"

'Please, please, be my light in the darkness,' Lindsey thought to himself. In the short time that he'd known her, that's what Willow had become to him. A bright ray of light, of hope, in the darkness that he'd surrounded himself in.

"I just can't get the hang of hanging on
Every time I try to grab it, the will is gone
When she looks into my eyes
She sees a man she used to recognize
And not the stranger trying to go it all alone
Maybe someday I'll see exactly what she sees in me
Maybe someday I'll be exactly who she wants me to be
Maybe someday I'll have the strength to run into the man that I once was
But right now I think I'll walk into a crawl"

Willow's breath caught at the intensity in Lindsey's eyes as he sang those last two lines. He obviously identified with them, with the entire song. Willow felt as if she was learning about the true Lindsey McDonald through these lyrics; how he felt about himself and the choices he'd made.

"'Cause I've been hell on wheels for days now
There ain't a shade of red I can't paint
When the lights go down, she always helps me see
In the darkness a day will come
Another light for you to lean upon
But until then maybe your heart
Can rest in mine"

As the last chord faded, Lindsey's eyes searched Willow's face and he was blown away by the look of awe and admiration he saw. He watched her as she slowly reached out and laid her hand over his heart, which was beating faster with every second that passed.

He carefully set the guitar on the floor as Willow slid out of her chair and into his lap. Her hand still resting over his heart, she whispered, "Until then, your heart can rest in mine," before she kissed him.

The kiss was their most intense one yet. The electricity that they had been feeling all along only intensified as they gave themselves up to a passion they didn't understand, nor cared to question. All they knew was that it felt impossibly right.

Willow's free hand slid up his chest to tangle in Lindsey's hair as she chased his tongue back into his mouth. Her body pressed tightly to his as Lindsey's hands roamed over her back and over her ass, squeezing and massaging, pulling her ever closer.

Lindsey moaned deep in his throat as he slowly leaned backwards until he was flat on his back, his arms securely wrapped around Willow so that they were pressed together from chest to groin. She rocked against him and he could feel himself begin to harden beneath her.

It was all moving so quickly. Reluctantly, Lindsey forced their mouths apart so that he could pant out, "We...don't...have to do this." The fact that Willow had merely moved her kisses to his neck did nothing to help Lindsey concentrate.

"Want to," Willow managed to confirm between tastes of his skin.

Lindsey grasped her shoulders and lifted her until he could meet her passion-glazed eyes. "Are you sure?" he pressed.

"I'm sure," Willow said without hesitation. "Look, I know we just met and all, but I'm a big girl, and I want this. I want you. Okay?"

The grin that spread across Lindsey's face would have been answer enough, but he felt compelled to say, "More than okay. C'mere."

This time when their lips locked and their hands began to move, they no longer simply caressed. Lindsey's hands immediately found the hem of Willow's shirt and pulled it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over her head.

Willow's fingers began working the buttons of his shirt as he moved to kiss down her neck and collarbone, kissing along the edge of her white lace bra. She had just pulled the rest of the shirt free from his pants and was trying to push it off him when he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The fact that he was lying on his back made her task that much more difficult.

"You get your shirt, I'll get the bra," she suggested in frustration at their cross-actions, sitting back up.

"Deal," Lindsey said, quickly releasing her and struggling to get his shirt off with the cuffs still buttoned, while watching as Willow reached behind her to release her bra and shrug out of it.

"Beautiful," he muttered, finally ridding himself of his shirt to capture Willow's breasts with his hands.

She sighed at the feel of his hands on her bare flesh. The sigh quickly became a moan when his mouth replaced one of his hands. Her hands eagerly sought to return the favor, exploring the bare chest before her.

When Lindsey felt Willow's fingers brush against his stomach as she reached to open his belt, he was reminded of what they were doing and once again paused in his attentions.

His hand stilled hers as he met her eyes. The apology was clear as day as he said, "I-I don't think that I have...anything. It's not like I planned this."

Willow lowered her eyes as she blushed and released her hold on him. At first, Lindsey thought that she was going to move off of him, but to his surprise, and delight, she slipped her right hand behind her and into her back jeans pocket. Shyly, she pulled out a small square packet and held it up for him to see.

At his look of wonder, she simply said, "Let's just say that I had a feeling we'd end up here."

After giving her a quick, hard kiss, Lindsey said, "You'll hear no complaints out of me."

The next thing Willow knew, she was lying on her back and Lindsey was working on freeing her from her evening-saving jeans. She couldn't help giggling at his excited movements and helped him along once the button and zipper were opened.

She scooted up the bed to rest against the pillows as Lindsey frantically worked to shed the remainder of his own clothing. When he was finally naked, and looked up the bed to the picture Willow created lying flushed and naked on the bed, he gasped at the vision of beauty before him. When he met her eyes, he could see her hunger in them from giving him the same appreciative once-over he'd just given her. He crawled up the bed and over Willow's body, kissing and licking his way as he went.

His right hand moved along her body, over her breast, skimming her belly, over her hip bone and down between her thighs. One finger parted her lips to slide inside her. He groaned into their kiss upon finding her wet and ready for him. He was relieved that she was as ready for him as he was for her. While he wouldn't have minded a longer foreplay session, all he wanted at that moment was to be buried deep inside her.

Groping around on the bed for the packet that Willow had dropped when he'd flipped her over, Lindsey broke away from her long enough to retrieve it and sheathe himself before positioning himself between her legs.

"You sure?" he asked one last time, his eyes pleading with her to say yes, despite his words.

"Make love to me, Lindsey," Willow earnestly said, sliding one leg over his hip.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Lindsey pressed forward and slowly but steadily rocked his way inside of her.

Willow bit his bottom lip when he was fully buried deep inside her before resting her forehead in the crook of his neck.

"You okay?" he panted, worried that he was hurting her.

"I'm fine," she muttered against his flesh. She took a deep breath before adding, "It's just been a while."

"You should have said something," Lindsey said, now wishing he'd better prepared her.

"I'm fine," Willow insisted, pulling back to meet his eyes again. She grinned up at him. "Just go slowly."

"Slow I can do," he agreed, with a smile of his own. He recaptured her lips as he put words into action.

It didn't take long for Willow to catch his rhythm and begin to move with Lindsey. Once she had fully adjusted to having him inside her, Willow encouraged him to pick up the pace.

Lindsey's lips once again moved back down to taste Willow's chest and breasts.

With her mouth now free, she began to babble in between panting breaths. "Need this... Need you... Need more... Need... Lindsey!"

Lindsey's hand that had been on Willow's hip had slid down so that his thumb could rub her clit while she was talking. He'd known that he was close, her words only driving him closer to the edge. He may have been a bit hasty getting inside her, but there was no way that he was going to leave her unsatisfied.

His thrusts became more forceful and erratic as his thumb slid around her clit. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he felt his balls tighten. "Can't...hold back...much longer," he muttered.

"Don't," Willow insisted. "I'm...I'm..." Whatever else she was going to say was lost as she keened loudly, her fingernails digging into Lindsey's back as she fell over the edge.

Lindsey's body stilled over hers as he thrust hard into her one last time, finding release seconds after Willow, before collapsing on top of her.

They lay together, their harsh, panting breaths the only sounds between them. As soon as he had the energy to move, Lindsey carefully moved off of Willow to remove the condom and lie beside her. She gave a satisfied groan as she rolled onto her side to curl into him.

"Mmm, that was fantastic," Willow purred, running her fingers over his chest. She stretched up to kiss him.

"You're wrong," he said when they parted. Before the frown could fully form on her face, he said, "That was better than fantastic."

Willow lazily grinned at him before yawning and snuggling into him again.

"Do you want me to take you home?" he reluctantly asked, making no move to get up.

"Do you want me to go?" she countered.

"No," he said, pulling her closer to him. "I just didn't know if you needed to be back before Buffy got home."

"I don't answer to Buffy," Willow stated. "And I don't want to go home. I want to stay right here, in your arms, all night."

"Good, because that's what I want too," Lindsey said, kissing the top of Willow's head. He sat up enough to maneuver them under the covers.

"Too bad we can't do that again until I have a chance to run to the store tomorrow," Lindsey quietly lamented to himself when he thought Willow had dozed off.

"Check other pocket," she mumbled, nearly asleep.

Lindsey fell asleep with a big grin on his face.

Tags: btvs fic, fic:tarnished armor, joss10k, lindsey, willow, willow/lindsey

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