This feeling, this rush was heavenly.
The power that crackled over her skin, that tingle that let her know she was pushing the edge of too much. Oh, how she loved it. Even the crash of coming down couldn’t deter her. That feeling of controlling the uncontrollable…it was…addictive.
Too much of her life had been spent meeting expectations, of keeping her nose to the grindstone, of being the good girl.
Rack, Rack let her be bad and liked her that way. He encouraged her, seduced her with what he had to offer, and Willow came back for more. Always more.
Written for the current challenge at the btvs_ats_100 LJ community.