200 word drabble: Irritating Pixies
Characters: Willow, Snape
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Willow belongs to Joss and Snape belongs to JK Rowling.
Note: This little drabble is for Echo. I don't do them very well, but I hope you like them. Hope you feel better.
She feet pattered almost silently on the stone floor. She looked around her carefully as she took note of the dark rooms. She walked towards the one on the far left unerringly and opened her senses to search for wards. None. Strange, but to her advantage. She pushed open the door silently and stepped into the room. The huge bed dominated the room and she let out a little gasp as she saw it, and him lying on the bed, his skin pale, glowing and bare against the blackness of his duvet. She walked towards the bed, walked until the tops of her thighs pressed against the mattress. She looked down at him, watched as she normally sour expression smoothed to something resembling peace. It wasn't fully, but it was the closest to peace she had ever seen on him.
She leaned down and brushed her lips against his forehead and he stirred. He opened his eyes and his cold, dark eyes bore into hers. His hand gripped her wrist and he growled at her.
"What took you so long, you irritating little pixie?"
"I got held back," she smirked as he pulled her down on the bed with him.