Saving the world special: Willow x Gerard

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​Gerard glanced at his watch. 

7:18 PM

Underneath the orange-golden lamp-light, the Wayland Patriarch stood with his back leaning against the post. Ahead, the stars glittered in the sky as soft crystals of snow fell freely from thick cotton-like clouds. He did not mind the cold, however. All those born in Solitas fared the cold better than anyone else. Still, some measures to warm his body had to be taken. A thick black trench-coat clung to him, underneath it a sleek brown suit, slacks, and shoes. A tasteful silver chain clung around his neck. He thought to bring a hat but that was too much, he decided. This was to be a decent and comfortable outing, not a fashion show. 

He glanced up as the headlights of a car appeared in the distance. The park was deserted at this time and any activity was quick to be spotted, let more so than a expensive car bearing the Schnee snowflake. The doors opened and out came a vision. 

Her skin was pale-white and faerie-like. Even with the artificial light of the street lamps, Willow Schnee glowed. Gerard's eyes glanced over the evening dress that belonged on Willow's body. It was black as midnight, Its off-the-shoulder neckline framed her collarbones, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck, while a whisper of lace trailed down the bodice, a subtle nod to vintage elegance. A thick fur coat clung to her as well as white winter gloves that only accentuated her grace. She was less an owner of a company and more akin to Winter Queen. 

Her hair was tied in a braid, hanging by her left shoulder. Atop her hair, a fur hat with the same colour as her coat. 

"Klein, I shall call for you when I am ready to come home. Please, take a drive around and enjoy your night, hm?" Willow smiled sweetly, turning around to the driver. 

"Of course, Madame. Enjoy your night," the portly butler nodded. Willow closed the door behind her and waved gently as the car drove off. Gerard hummed as he made his way to Willow, his hands pocketed. Willow heard the snow crunch behind her and she turned, her smile never leaving her lips as Gerard approached.

"Ah, Mister Wayland. Are you here to ambush me?" Willow Schnee tittered. Gerard snorted as he held out his hand. 

"Nonsense. I am here to discuss business, not bring you down," the Wayland Patriarch snorted. Willow only looked upon him indulgently as she reached for his arm, all within dignified bounds. 

"Lead on then," she nodded. And so they walked, under the lamplight of a winter covered park, boots and heels crunching the fallen frost. 

"I had no idea Weiss was such a talented singer," Gerard opened. Willow had invited him and his family to her daughter's debute into opera. 

"A pity your son could not attend," Willow sighed, her eyes set ahead. They passed by what would have been a thriving pond. Now, all frozen over from the snow. At the centre of it, two statues frozen in place, that of a man and woman, dancing. Despite Willow keeping herself focused, Gerard could see her stealing glances at the statues and...at him. 

"He wanted to go, believe me," Gerard continued. "But he's been so focused with his projects that he barely takes care of himself anymore. Speaking of which..." 

Gerard stopped walking, turning to her. "I am here to negotiate on his behalf. He wants Schnee Dust, lots of it." 

Willow turned as well, looking up at him with bright blue eyes. "For what purpose?" Willow asked, her hands locked together in front of her. 

"He wants to go to space," Gerard said flatly. Willow blinked. 

"He what?" 

Gerard ran a hand behind his hair, awkwardly. "Yeah, he wants to go to space. He needs a ton of it before he can continue his projects." 

Gerard had to admit that some of the things Alexander suggested to him was mad with a slight touch of insane. If it came from anyone else, he would have tossed them out of his office. But the Defender rifles, the Buzzsaws, so many items that boy had brought out of his head and earned a profit that at this point, Gerard was more than willing to support whatever insanity came out of his mouth. If it was crazy but it worked then that wasn't crazy. 

"Forgive me, Gerard. I may be out of practice from being a businesswoman but I am murderously sure dust does not work at a certain point?" Willow asked. 

"Believe me. Some of the things my son suggests are the wildest ideas I have heard," Gerard shrugged his shoulders in exasperation but the recurrent hint of pride never strayed from his eyes. "But that boy's imagination has given Royal and Imperial windfalls. I am just willing to throw money to him just to see what happens next." 

"I can imagine," Willow smiled softly. "From what Winter keeps on telling me, he is like a machine gun of ideas that does not stop talking until you ask him to." 

Willow then motioned bearing a Buzzsaw in her hands, mouthing. "Pow! Pow pow pow pow!" 

Gerard watched the elegant woman do so with a mischievous glint in her eyes. It started slowly at first, a light chuckle to his throat which then turned into quick and rapid laughter. Willow paused, realizing what she had done, and flushed the prettiest shade of pink Gerard had ever seen. 

"Brother's above, do not tell anyone I did that," Willow lamented, covering her face in shame. 

​Gerard shook his head. "Oh believe me, I think I am keeping that image to myself and myself only." 

"It's your fault, you know," Willow cried, jabbing an accusing finger to his chest. 

"And how is it my fault, Madam Schnee?" Gerard smiled indulgently. Willow gasped in indignation as she strode up, glaring up at him. 

"Making me feel so relaxed, so calm!" Willow accused. "Are you trying to...to..." She faltered, seeing the look in his eyes. She bit her lip, hesitating in her next words. 

"To what?" Gerard asked, leaning down slightly. Willow looked up and for a moment, Gerard saw desire in her eyes. Her cherry pink lips quivered. Her scent was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. Finally, WIllow pushed him away, her back turned against him, and her hands hugging her chest. Gerard watched her pull back, concern on his face. 

"Willow?" 

"We...we can't," Willow murmured, her voice pained. Gerard felt a stab of pain in his heart and his stomach fell for a little but he was a middle-aged man well on his years. Willow looked up, shaking, before turning back to him. Her face was torn and on the verge of tears. Uncertainty, fear, desire, need. A cocktail of emotions rolled in her eyes. 

"Our children..." she swallowed. "They will be together soon. I...it would be best not to make things awkward for them. And..."

"And?" Gerard asked carefully, laying his hands over her shoulder. He was more than prepared for her to push him away but she didn't. Instead, she glanced down at the snow covered ground. 

"I am me, Gerard." Willow whispered, shamefully. "I am Willow Schnee. A poor wife, a sorry excuse of a mother. I am not the girl I once was. I am...I am..." 

"Willow..." Gerard began. "Look at me." 

​Hesitantly, she did so. Their eyes locked. 

"I am here despite that, Willow." Gerard affirmed. "If I was put off by what happened then, I would not be here." 

"I am damaged goods, Gerard. I am a ghost." Willow confessed with bated breath, shivering. But not from the cold. Gerard smiled softly. 

"Since we began talking, meeting, being friends...I did not see damaged goods." He confessed with utter conviction. "I see a woman rising to the challenge to what life gave her. You turned from that miserable shadow to what you are now. You are CEO, now. Through you, you've lifted what Jacques ruined. You are a mother to Weiss and Winter again. Whatever you were, you aren't that anymore." 

He rested his hand against her cheek, a small smile on his face. "Earlier, you just made that joke with the machine gun. I don't think a ghost can make a funny joke like that." 

​Willow managed to smile again, her eyes wet but not dripping. "Are you really fine with a woman like me?" 

"I am," he nodded slowly. "We're adults. You know what I want. But I don't know what you want. If you really mean what you said that we can't...push me away and I will respect that decision." 

​"You are making me decide?" Willow asked in confusion. 

"All your life, choices have been made for you. I don't want to decide on something that should be yours to begin with." Gerard affirmed. 

​Willow looked up at him, her blue eyes searching his for lies. But she could not find any for Gerard spoke nothing but the truth. And in their friendship together, he had been honest, open, and kind to her. Far more than she deserved. 

And so she decided. 

Willow stood up on her toes and smashed her cheery pink lips against his. Gerard responded immediately, leaning into the kiss with a fire renewed. They went at each other, hungry and wanting like animals starved for days. Gerard pulled away however to Willow's frustrated confusion. 

"We...probably should find a room," Gerard breathed. 

"No," growled Willow, her gloved fingers reaching for his tie. She pulled him in, a steaming breath falling against his neck. "After doing this to me for months, making me want you...we are doing it here and now." 

Gerard's mouth went wide open. "You are filthy," he remarked. 

"That's what a loveless marriage does to you, Mister Wayland." Willow said innocently, patting his cheek. "Now follow me into that corner and make me feel like a woman again." 

​"Yes, ma'am." 

"Good boy." 

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That corner turned out to be a stall with a little waiting area for customers to stay at. It was deserted now, however, But it was out from the direct snow and gave them a smidgen of privacy. As soon as they were in, Gerard pushed her back against the wall. Willow did not resist as her back hit the wood and as Gerard loomed over her. Her heart pounded in her chest as the taller and broader Gerard smashed his lips against her own. She moaned into his kiss as his waist thrust forward between her legs. She lifted her thigh up and Gerard's hands went down to support it. 

He pulled back, a string of wet saliva connecting them. Her cheeks burned with volcanic fire, anticipation and excitement bubbling in her stomach as Gerard knelt down before her. The image of such a specimen kneeling before someone like her sent Willow to the moon. She, a failure of a woman, with a Adonis of a man. Her gloved hands landed on his hair, grabbing a fistful. 

"Make me a woman again, Gerard. Make me wanted again..." she whispered desperately. 

Gerard's reply was to engulf her black lace panties with his mouth, torturing her with the promise of what was to come. She hissed, taking a breath. "R-really? You're doing this to me?" 

A dark chuckle left his lips as he pulled back and his fingers slipped in. A heavy set moan left Willow's lips as fingers brushed and played with her womanhood. She but her lip as his fingers skilfully played with her as a virtuoso pianist would bring a piano to life. He was that virtuoso and she the instrument receiving his attention. The fire in her burst and bubbled as Gerard earned soft sighs and panting breaths from her. More...more...more!

​"You're a beautiful slut, Willow..." Gerard teased, twisting and teasing her mercilessly. His voice was gentle, as if he was calming down a spooked horse. 

"G-Gerard!" Willow protested faintly, her hips bucking with his teasing. 

"Say it..." Gerard smirked, flicking and pushing his fingers deliciously inside of her. "Say that you're a beautiful slut." 

"I'm a beautiful slut!" she panted desperately. Jacques would never do this to her. Never. "I'm your beautiful slut...!" 

"Good girl," Gerard praised her, his rumble sending Willow to the moon. That and his tongue finally worshipping her womanhood as he should have done earlier. 

"Puah...!" Willow gasped as Gerard ate her wet snatch with his tongue, large and wet with his saliva and her own honey. He was gentle, intimate, tasting her outer walls as one would enjoy a new flavour. Each lick, he brushed against her clit not totally but a ghost of feeling would clash against her that sent Willow shaking. 

"Gerard..! Gerard...!" Willow cried, holding onto his hair as a whirlpool of emotions swirled inside her body. Her moans left her lips louder, her breaths became frantic as finally, her body gave up. With a great cry, Willow released the tension inside of her with reckless abandon. Gerard did not stop even as her legs loosened and her back fell down. He only pulled back when she sat with her back, gasping for breath as a flow of cream left her snatch. Gerard pulled back, wiping away at his mouth with a self-satisfied smirk. 

"Delicious," the Wayland Patriarch smirked as Willow struggled to process what had happened. She felt lifted, like a bird in the sky would feel. Her eyes, lidded and unfocused, fell upon upon the laughing Wayland. Indignation swelled in Willow as a desire for revenge as well as to give back to Gerard triumphed. Still dazed, her fingers reached up to unzip Gerard's pants. 

Out came his length, throbbing and brimming with life. To Willow, it was the biggest and fattest one that she had ever seen. She leaned in and took in his scent. It was deliciously musky and thick, a man's smell. 

"Show me what you got, Willow," Gerard challenged her. 

And she did. 

Her lips engulfed his head gently, testing if she could even take him in. There was a challenge but nothing Willow could not handle. A groan left Gerard's lips as Willow sucked at his head as one would a lollipop, hot wet sounds echoed around as the Schnee Matriarch memorized his taste. Finally, she slowly lowered her head, taking him all on. Her fingers travelled down to between her legs, rubbing her womanhood now aching for touch. She bobbed her head up again, leaving a coating of wet saliva on his throbbing length. 

She continued, eyes looking up and locked at Gerard's groaning face. She smirked as she continued, her pace gentle but constant. Her lips continued to wrap around him with worshipful love, bringing Gerard closer and closer to his own release. Then...she pulled her head back from her worship to Gerard's very own frustration. 

"H-uh..? What?" Gerard blinked as Willow wiped away at her face. He wanted more, that was clear. But his protests died as Willow stood to her full height and pulled down at her dress. Bountiful pale breasts and pink nipples poked out. She smiled, taking a step back and resting her back against the wall.

"Come here~" she whispered, inviting and innocent. 

She swallowed something in her throat as Gerard took a step forward, his hand lifting up her other leg to support her. Willow wrapped her hands around his back, her eyes never leaving his. He thrust his length forward, between her folds, testing her slickness. 

"It's a safe day," she assured him, resting her head against his. "Do as you like." 

"You prepared for this..?" Gerard asked in surprise. 

Willow shut him up, smashing her lips against his, then pulled back. "Shut up...and fuck me." 

A gasping cry left Willow as Gerard acquiesced, his length entering her. She was tight, incredibly so, a symptom of her love and lust-less marriage with Jacques. But he was now dead and she could be free. Free to do what she wanted, to do as she pleased. And what she wanted the most was to get railed like a cock hungry whore.

Gerard's pace was gentle, feeling and kissing her walls as much as she could take. Then, he pulled back and started the process all over again. Willow moaned softly as Gerard fucked her gently, making sure every single inch of her was loved. She cried as his one free hand reached up, squeezing and playing with her breast. Her lips muttered words she never thought she would say, moaning and groaning his name as her built up her pleasure. 

Then, he picked up the pace and she could only beg and want more, her moans growing louder by the minute. Her heart pounded inside of her chest as one would bang an enthusiastic drum. The volcano inside of her soul bubbled, threatening for release. But Willow held it in. She did not want to, not yet. 

"Look me in the eyes...as you fuck me...!" she begged, her hands wrapping around him harder, clinging onto him as if he would be gone. "Please...! Please!" 

​He did so as requested, looking upon her with love, with lust, want, need, desire. "Tell me that you want me...! Tell me that you needed me!" she pleaded. 

"I want you, Willow. I need you. I want all of you!" His words came out as a hushed whisper, delighting her inner soul to no end. 

"I wanted this for so long!" she gasped as Gerard fucked her in all the right places. Her nails dug into his back. "T-take responsibilityand fuck me when I want!" 

"A-as you d-desire...!" Gerard smirked, leaning in and sinking his teeth into her neck. A pained moaning cry left Willow, her walls tightening around him even more. She could not take it anymore. 

"I'm going to cum! You're making me cum!" Willow whispered desperately. Gerard kept up the same pace, never speeding. She fucked him just as she liked, gentle but intense. Her breaths hitched, her back arched and finally, she screamed. Willow Schnee cried out as the dam inside of her burst once more. A torrent of feeling and cream leaving her body as he hips thrust forward at the same time as Gerard did, a low groan living him as he stuffed her aching body with his seed. 

The two looked at each other, gasping for breath. 

Gerard sealed her with a kiss.

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A/N: Willow x Gerard. 

Enjoy, you hornky bastards