Title: Dressed In Chains

Pairing: Willie Loomis/Maggie Evans

Fandom: Dark Shadows

Theme: #13 Extended Chain

DON'T OWN IT!

Willie eagerly dove under the thin and scratchy blankets to his bed after chaining Barnabas into his coffin, as per the vampire's request. It was all apart of his overseer's latest scheme to save the victims whom had so viciously met their end, yet the sandy-haired young man could honestly harbor no complaints.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, however, the distant sound of metal clinking against metal caused him to shoot up in bed as if he were attached to a spring.

"Wh-who's there?" he choked, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe. "B-Barnabas? That you?"

His bedroom door slowly creaked open in answer, a slim, creamy-white leg making its grand entrance and causing Willie to immediately deduct that it most certainly was not Barnabas.

"M-Maggie?" he wheezed, his eyes widening as the lovely brunette emerged bedecked in nothing but...chains? "Maggie!" he exclaimed, covering his hands with his eyes. "W-what the hell're you doin' with Barnabas' chains? Those're supposed ta keep 'im in his coffin!"

Surprisingly, Maggie didn't answer him, Willie shrinking back in his covers as the dark-haired beauty approached him with what appeared to be a feral look in her eyes.

Now yes, in normal cases Willie most certainly would have enjoyed this, yet he couldn't get over the fact that Maggie was wearing chains, of all things and...well...how the chains over her breasts amazingly didn't reveal a hint of what laid beneath.

Before Willie could further contemplate this, however, Maggie mounted his bed and slid into his lap, wrapping her slim arms about his neck before pleading wantonly within his ear, "Make love to me, Willie...I am yours."

The sandy-haired blonde opened his mouth to argue, yet Maggie began to fan several butterfly kisses along his cheek, neck and chest, his resolve rapidly dissolving as her lips made their mark all the way up to his chin. She was now looking at him with a pleading look in her eyes, so who was he to deny her of her innermost desires?

Leaning in so that Maggie's lips were only mere inches from his own, Willie tangled his fingers within her hair and pushed her face forward so that-

"Willie!"

The man in question immediately looked up, stunned that he was in bed, but Maggie was nowhere in sight. "Oh...B-Barnabas" he choked, giving his overseer a sheepish look. "Did I sleep in, again?"

The dark-haired gentleman scowled, his look alone saying it all. "You've been doing this now for the past week" he pointed out, his face reflecting his utmost agitation. "Make sure that it doesn't happen, again!"

Willie bowed his head, hardly able to keep a wistful smile from spreading across his lips as he did so. "Yes, sir."