The Advantages of Playing Hooky
By Deanie
April 2003

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Legolas
Genre: BtVS/LotR Crossover
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own these characters. Willow and the Buffy crew belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, Quickie Challenge, From Distant Lands, others please ask.
Author's Notes: Future AU for both Fandoms. Thanks to Carol, whose "Strawberry Passion Awareness" fic sparked my SmutMuse into action.


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His lips trailed down her neck, leaving tendrils of fire in their wake. Willow shivered at the exquisite sensation, tilting her head to give her lover better access to the sensitive flesh. She smiled as he wrapped his hands around her waist, his slender fingers caressing the exposed sliver of abdomen between the waistband of her pants and the bottom of her shirt. She loved it when he snuck up behind her, his footsteps still as silent as when he had been walking through the forests of Mirkwood.

"Good morning," Legolas murmured in her ear, tracing the delicate shell with his tongue, breathing deeply to inhale tantalizing scent of cinnamon and vanilla that was uniquely Willow.

"Morning," she replied, setting down her cup of coffee and leaning back into his embrace.

"You were not beside me when I awoke, melamin."

Willow smiled. She also loved it when he spoke to her in Elvish, even if she didn't understand a word he said sometimes. But that she did understand. 'My love.' She was his love.

His hands were tracing patterns on her skin, leaving her feeling all melty inside. "Work, remember?" She was losing the ability to form complete sentences. She couldn't think when he was close to her. She needed...wanted...

Summoning strength she didn't know she possessed, she pulled away and headed for the bathroom. "I have to get ready for work."

"Must you leave?" He came up behind her, so close she could feel his breath on her skin with every word.

His eyes met hers in the mirror, boring into her as if seeing deep into her soul. "Call work. Tell them you're ill." He appreciated her responsible nature, but every once in a while he wanted her wild and spontaneous.

Breathe. She had to breathe. But how could she when she inhaled his woodsy scent with every breath?

"Tell them you cannot even get out of bed this morning," he whispered. "And I will do everything in my power to make it true."

"Don't tempt me." She tried to be strong, to be responsible... "I have to go..."

"Stay."

His hands crept up beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks until she was nearly shaking with desire. She was on fire. Needed him with a desperate ferocity that took her breath away. She could only hold out for so long...

"Oh hell," she muttered, spinning around in his arms. She never could resist him.

Willow pulled his head down to hers, plundering his lips with a wild, passionate kiss. They could live without her at work for one day, right?

His arms came around her, clutching her body closer as his mouth met hers, over and over until they were both struggling to catch their breath. Her hands tangled in his long, silky hair, holding him near.

Willow gasped as he reached down, his hands sliding under her buttocks and lifting her until they were at eye level. She leaned back, groaning with pleasure as his lips made their way down her neck to the hollow under her collarbone. She whimpered as the kisses stopped, his progress hindered by the shirt she wore.

Trusting him to support her weight, Willow let go of her lover, hastily undoing her cropped cotton shirt. With his Elven strength and stamina, he could hold her like that all night, and she wanted his hands on her, touching her, bringing her to heights of pleasure previously unimagined. Couldn't do that fully dressed.

Her shirt hit the floor as their mouths met with increasing ferocity. She wanted to rip his clothes off and have him where he stood. His T-shirt would be a good start, she thought, tugging off the offending garment.

Bed. Their position was too precarious. Needed to be in bed. She wanted him inside her - now. "Legolas... bed," she gasped.

"Patience, my love," he whispered, his breath on her neck sending shivers down her spine.

Still supporting her weight with one arm, he reached up to undo the clasp to her bra. The scrap of lace was soon tossed aside, and flesh met flesh.

Willow groaned at the incredible sensation of his bare skin against hers as he pulled her back against his body. His lips captured hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, mimicking what she really wanted.

Him. Naked. Inside of her.

"Bed," she urged, her breath coming in quick pants between their drugging kisses. Would he prolong this torture forever? She was on fire, ready to explode, and they were both still half-dressed. She needed him now. Needed to urge him to completion.

One hand was wrapped in his hair, holding him close for another intoxicating kiss. With the other, Willow reached down, unsnapping his jeans and easing the zipper down.

Legolas felt himself growing harder as her hand slipped beneath the fabric of his briefs, teasing and taunting. He knew what she was trying to do, but he wasn't going to be rushed.

With her still wrapped around him, Legolas crossed the room, stopping in front of the bed. He wanted to see her, touch her, taste her. She was his, and he was going to stake his claim.

She felt bereft as he lowered her onto the bed. She longed to feel him next to her, needed his touch. She settled down into the sheets, the sensation of cool silk against her heated skin causing Willow to buck up off the bed. It was too much.

She reached for him, intending to drag him down onto the bed with her, but he remained infuriatingly out of reach. She let out a scream of frustration as his hands trailed over her abdomen, playing with the button on her pants.

"Just take me already!" Willow commanded.

"Patience," he playfully warned her, lowering her zipper inch by inch, kissing the silky flesh he was exposing.

"Screw patience. I want you." He was smiling. How could he be calmly smiling when she was ready to go up in flames? Damn him. She was going crazy waiting for him to finish what he'd started.

She screamed as his tongue danced over her clitoris, pleasure rocketing through her body, sending her spiraling over the edge.

As she floated back into her quaking body, she smiled. There were some benefits to having a lover with thousands of years of experience.

He was gently tugging her pants off. Goddess. She'd just had one of the most amazing orgasms of her life and her pants were still on.

She sat up, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him onto the bed on top of her. "I still don't feel like being patient."

She straddled him, running her hands over the muscular plains of his chest. She loved the feel of his warm skin under her fingers.

Her hands roamed lower, and she backed down his body, tugging his jeans and briefs with her as she went. Thank the goddess he wasn't wearing shoes. She wanted him naked as soon as possible.

He grabbed her arms, pulling her up until they were face to face. He kissed her softly, savoring her sweetness. Her taste was intoxicating...but he wanted more.

He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. He slipped one hand between their bodies, gently tweaking one nipple, then the other.

Willow gasped, a shudder of pleasure running through her body. Goddess, she was blazing again, ready for another explosion.

Legolas flipped her over, sinking himself into her waiting warmth. He began moving, slowly speeding up the rhythm, thrusting deeper with each stroke.

She moaned at the delicious friction of him inside of her. This was what she wanted, what she needed. She felt the pressure building inside, spiraling upwards with each thrust. "Legolas." She gasped his name as she climaxed, shattering into a million pieces.

He shuddered as he felt her go over the edge, crying out her name as he reached his climax.

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Lying in Legolas's arms, Willow glanced at the clock. She was two hours late for work, and had gotten so distracted that she'd forgotten to actually call in sick.

His arm wrapped around her waist as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed.

"Legolas," she said breathily. "I have to get up."

"No you don't," he murmured sleepily, his eyes still closed. "You called in sick for work."

"No," she reminded him. "I didn't. Someone distracted me."

He looked up guiltily. "Despite the possible repercussions with your job, I can't bring myself to be sorry."

"I'm not sorry," she smiled. "No matter what happens, it was worth it."

"Good." He tugged on her waist, urging her back into bed.

"Legolas!" she protested.

"I promised not to let you out of bed, remember?" he reminded her, pulling her down for another kiss.

She relaxed into his embrace, returning his kiss with equal fervor. If she'd known playing hooky would be this much fun, she would have done it long ago.