Rating: NC-17, just went up
Pairing/Characters: Willow/Lindsey, AtS team
Word Count: 1,248 this chapter; 6,362 total
Summary: Willow goes in search of Lindsey when he suddenly disappears.
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen, AtS: During Underneath (some dialog may be borrowed from the episode).
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al
Distribution: My site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note 1: Written for the Which Witch Ficathon. I didn't entirely follow my prompt - What if Willow joins Wolfram & Hart with Angel's team after leaving Sunnydale? - but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Author's Note 2: This is a non-direct sequel to my story Searching for Stability. I have a story in mind that takes place in Sunnydale between that one and this one, but it is currently incomplete. The main thing you need to know (if you don’t want to go read SfS) is that Willow and Lindsey met while she was in England for her magic rehab and Lindsey was there hiding from the Senior Partners after he left LA.)
Author's Note 3: For the purpose of this story, Lindsey and Eve were never lovers, just partners.
"I can't believe you're really here," Lindsey said as Willow helped him to lie down.
After their encounter with Suit-man (aka Marcus Hamilton), Eve signing away her immortality, learning that Eve had been in love with her man, and Lindsey telling Angel THE Apocalypse was in motion Angel had given them this suite in the Wolfram & Hart building.
"Where else would I be?" Willow asked, slowly stripping off Lindsey's shirt, boots and socks.
"South America, where I left you?"
"Did you really expect me to just stay there looking for slayers after not hearing from you for weeks? I spent two weeks on the astral plane looking for you. I was afraid that you were dead!"
Lindsey caught her hand before she could start pacing. "I'm sorry that I scared you like that."
Willow visibly deflated, sitting on the bed next to him. With tear-filled eyes, she asked, "Why did you do it? Why did you have to come back here?"
Lindsey couldn't meet her eyes. "I wish I could explain it in a way that would make sense to you. I guess it's like when you went after that guy Warren."
"This is nothing like that," Willow coldly stated. "I acted out of blind rage. You planned and plotted and waited years to go after Angel. What changed? Why now? Because he was suddenly put in charge of Wolfram & Hart?"
"Yes!" Lindsey sat up so suddenly that all of his injuries protested and he fell back on the bed with a moan of pain. Biting down the pain, he ground out, "Yes. This should have been mine. All of it. The power, the suits, the money, the cars. All of it should have been mine. I was their Golden Boy. If I hadn't left when I did, I would have been sitting where Angel is now."
"But you did leave," Willow pointed out. "You decided that this wasn't the life you wanted. What changed? I thought we were happy."
"We were," Lindsey quickly agreed. "We are."
"Then why come back to fight the man who had the life you didn't even want anymore?"
"Because I was afraid that I would have regretted not taking advantage of the opportunity if I didn't. C'mere." He scooted over on the bed to make room for Willow to lie beside him. He breathed a sigh of relief when she did.
"It wasn't all about getting back at Angel, you know," he continued, running his fingers through her hair.
"It wasn't?" Willow looked up at him, running her fingers over his bare chest. More bare than she had seen it in a long time.
"It's like I told Angel; the Senior Partners brought him in for a reason. They want him distracted while the final cogs are moved into place for the apocalypse. I don't want them to succeed. I rather like the world the way it is, especially now that I've got you."
"Why couldn't you just tell me what you were doing? I would have helped."
"I didn't want to put you on their radar. Of course, I'm pretty sure you're on it anyway because of what you did in Sunnydale, but I didn't want it to be because of me."
"You think the Senior Partners know who I am?" Willow looked around, nervously. She really should have thought of that before rushing into their domain.
"Darlin', you single-handedly created an army of slayers who will be fighting their foot soldiers. Yeah, I'd say they know who you are now."
Lindsey leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. Willow tipped her head up to meet his lips. The soft kiss quickly deepened. When Lindsey began to push at her top, trying to slide it up her body, she panted, "I'm still mad at you, you know."
"I know," Lindsey acknowledged.
Willow yanked her shirt over her head and removed her bra before attacking his mouth again. Her hands ran down his chest, heading straight for his jeans. Lindsey groaned into her mouth as she deftly freed his aching erection. He made a sound of protest when Willow broke their kiss, but stifled it when he realized she was removing his jeans and boxers completely.
Grabbing a condom out of her luggage, Willow shimmied out of her remaining clothes and straddled Lindsey.
"Good to know you came prepared," Lindsey sighed as Willow slid on the condom, following it quickly with her body.
"Always," Willow moaned, sinking fully down on Lindsey.
Her hair curtained them as she leaned down to brace her hands near his shoulders. Lindsey's hands went to her breasts as his mouth captured hers, allowing her to set the pace. After not being together for over a month, he knew this would be quick.
As if reading his mind, Willow began to move faster. She arched her back, breaking the kiss and bringing her breast in range of his mouth. Lindsey eagerly took a puckered nipple between his lips. Willow moaned in appreciation. Her fingers dug into his hair as she held him to her.
Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, Lindsey slid a hand down Willow's back, over her hip to her brush against her clit. It only took a couple more passes before Willow clenched around him, crying out her release. Lindsey quickly followed, collapsing back on the bed.
It was several minutes later when Willow finally found the energy to roll off him and dispose of the condom.
"I really missed you," she said, curling against his body.
"Me too, babe." He languidly ran a hand along her back. "I really didn't mean to be gone so long."
"You mean that you didn't think you'd get caught," Willow corrected.
Lindsey chuckled. "Guilty."
Propping herself up to look in his eyes, she asked, "So, what now?"
"I guess that's up to Angel." Lindsey frowned.
"C'mon, Willow. Use that pretty little brain of yours." Willow pouted. "We're not exactly guests of his High and Mighty."
"You're saying we're his prisoners?" Willow asked in disbelief.
"Maybe not you, but I sure as hell am."
"No," Willow said sitting up. "No, he can't do that. Not after he just rescued you."
"Do you remember why he did that? Not for my sake and certainly not for yours."
"You know about the Senior Partners," Willow stated.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Give the lady a prize."
"Already gave me one," she reminded him.
Lindsey smirked. Sobering, he said, "There's no way Angel's gonna believe that I told him everything tonight, which means that he's gonna want to keep me on a tight leash until he feels comfortable that he knows everything I know."
"Did you tell him everything?"
"Of course not."
"Lindsey," she whined, drawing out his name.
"Why should I make this easy on him?"
"Please don't antagonize him. I just got you back," Willow pleaded.
"Tell him not to antagonize me," Lindsey pouted.
"So while you guys break out the rulers, where does that leave me?"
"Wherever you want to be."
"I want to be with you, you big dummy," Willow said.
"Even if I'm here?" Lindsey asked, afraid of her answer.
"Especially if you're here. I don't trust that you won't do something stupid again. Not yet, at least."
"Normally I'd take offense at a statement like that, but given the circumstances, I'll admit that it's warranted. Just this once."
"Only once?" Willow grinned, snaking a hand towards his groin.