Indentured Servant Drabble #1: "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing"

Title: Indentured Servant Drabble #1: "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing"
Author: Dea Brynhild Ensomhet
Pairing: Jesse/Willow, Willow/Xander implied.
Rating: PG really, I guess
Email: BrynSpikess@hotmail.com
Timeline: Welcome to the Hellmouth, Wish-verse style. What coulda happened if Buffy hadn't come to Sunnydale.
Archival: Just ask and ye shall recieve.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And I don't remember Jesse ever having a last name, let me know if I'm mistaken.
Author's Notes: My first Indentured Servant Drabble. Kudos to Willa for the awesome Office Lacky Drabbles. This drabble is for prncssflutterby, who wanted Jesse. Hope ya'll like it. Posted: 6/17/04

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“Hey.” Jesse smirked, walking up behind her stool. Willow jumped in surprise.

“Jesse!” She threw her arms around him, “Where have you been? I was so worried when you weren’t in class today.”

Jesse’s arms came up and encircled Willow, returning the hug. “I was sick.” He lied. No sense in giving away the game too early.

Willow pulled away so she could press a palm to his forehead. “You do feel a little cold and clammy.” Jesse grinned. Beautiful, smart, naive, innocent Willow. She would be perfect. “Are you sure you’re feeling good enough to be out of bed?”

“I’m feeling better than I ever have before.” He admitted, and the dark edge of his smile made Willow suddenly feel cold.

“You know, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Aw, come on Willow. The night is still young.” He said, slinging his arm around her shoulders. She hesitated and he changed the subject, “Where’s Xander?”

“The new librarian caught him checking out a bunch of books on witchcraft , and he got detention.”

“Bummer.” Jesse replied, his hand falling from her shoulders to the small of her back. “Listen, do you wanna get out of here?”

“Jesse Conrad, are you flirting with me?” Willow asked, amusement coloring her voice.

“Of course.” Jesse joked back. “No girl as beautiful as you deserves to be sitting alone at the Bronze.” It was a line he’d used on her before, but this time he actually meant every word. He could hear her blood rushing to the surface as she blushed, the scent tantalizing. He needed to get away from the throngs of people before he lost control. “Hey, want to go to the ice cream bar?”

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“You know a shortcut to the ice cream bar and you never told me? Some friend you are.” She playfully swatted his arm as they walked along the darkened streets of Sunnydale. He forced out a smile to hide his annoyance. This charade was getting tiresome. Soon, he consoled himself.

They walked a few more steps in silence before Willow spoke up, “Jesse, you and I both know that this isn’t the way to Hamilton Street. Are you going to tell me the real reason why we left the Bronze in such a hurry?” When Jesse didn’t respond, she continued, “Was it Cordelia? She turned you down again, didn’t she?” Willow patted his shoulder sympathetically, and he had to bite back his repulsion. He didn’t want her pity; he was stronger, better than he’d ever been. Cordelia was a stupid cow; he could see the truth now, and soon he’d teach her the error of her ways.

He glanced at Willow, noticing for the first time how beautiful she was with moonlight spilling over her long brown hair. He couldn’t resist pausing, drawing his fingers across her jawline and down her neck.

She stopped in her tracks, watching him with wide confused eyes. “What’s going on? Something’s different with you.”

Jesse weighed his words carefully. “What if you had the chance to have Xander? To be everything he wanted, the only one he loved? Would you take it?”

“I-I don’t love Xand--”

He shrugged aside her protest. “Don’t give me that shit, Willow. I know you’re in love with him.”

She blinked in surprise – he never cussed. “What happened to you today?” She’d never seen him this passionate or serious before.

Jesse ignored her question. “What if you could have him?” he pressed. “Would you take the chance? Would you change, do anything to make him yours?”

Willow’s eyes were sparkling as she thought about the object of her desire. Her cheeks were flushed and he could smell the blood pooling just underneath the skin. “Oh yes.” She breathed.

He pulled her against him and kissed her hard. She gasped at the sudden contact and he took advantage, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the tea she’d been drinking earlier and her own essence.

It took a moment for her to gather her wits and she pushed him away, breathing heavily. “Jesse? What... why... I don’t understand.”

He leaned back in and started kissing down her neck, pausing at the curve where throat met shoulder. “You will soon.” He murmured through a fang-filled mouth, and bit.

~end~

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