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Rating: NC-17 all the way
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Spoilers: Up to 4x09 "Something Blue"
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Taste
Just two nights after her misguided ‘thy will be done’ spell Willow was again left alone and moping in her dorm room. Her friends seemed to have forgotten about her once more. Buffy was out ‘driving’ with Riley and would be patrolling after that, so no girlfriend bonding again this evening. Xander was with Anya, probably having with the ‘many orgasms’ the ex-vengeance demon boasted him capable of giving her, so no comfort there.
This sucks, she thinks reclining back against the headboard of her bed, clutching a pillow against her chest and listening to anti-love songs on the radio.
The sudden opening of the door into the room she shares with the Slayer has her sitting up expectantly, thinking Buffy changed her mind and returned for a night of chick flicks and gorging on ice cream. Her green eyes widen in horrified surprise when Spike calmly strides into the room in a major déjà vu of a few weeks ago when she’d accidentally invited him in and he’d tried to bite her.
De-invite. I forgot to do the spell to revoke his invitation, she cringes inwardly at that incredibly stupid mistake and begins praying that it won’t prove fatal.
"Spike," she gasps, scanning the room frantically for a weapon as he shuts the door and stands before her in a casual pose with his thumbs hooked in the waistband at the front of his jeans, "wha-what are you doing here?"
"You owe me, witch," he licks his lips with a glint in his blue eyes that she can’t define, "I’ve come to collect."
"Owe you?" she thinks there may be a stake in the pocket of her coat, which was hanging in her closet, and cautiously begins inching toward the edge of the bed in that direction. "I … I don’t owe you anything," almost there, scoot just a little bit further then jump for it. "H-how did you get away from Giles?"
"Librarian had a bit much to drink for supper," the vampire’s lush lips curl upward in a rather pleased smile, "got sloppy with his knots."
"So you just got away?" she asks skeptically.
"’m here aren’t I?" he counters with a bit of sarcasm as he unexpectedly shucks his leather duster and moves to drape it over the back of her desk chair.
"Uh-huh," she carefully puts a bare foot on the floor then jumps up from the bed to lunge for the closet.
To ensure that she’d have a moment to rummage for the weapon, and just in case she was wrong about it’s presence, she dives into the cramped space and shuts the door behind her before riffling quickly through the clothes hanging inside. Her frantic fingers had just located the coat when the closet door was wrenched open and, with a guilty gulp, she freezes as Spike stares at her.
"I’m not gonna hurt you, you nit," he growls, rolling his eyes at her reaction before reaching in to grab her elbow and yank her from the pathetic hiding place. "Just here for what you owe me."
"But I don’t owe you anything," she protests again as he flings her onto the bed, major deja vu of that night a few weeks ago, and she instantly begins scrambling toward the other side of it to get away from him.
"The spell, Glinda," he grabs her ankle to stop her retreat. "’ve got Slayer taste in my mouth ‘cause of your bloody spell," he explains as he uses his hold to begin dragging her back to the edge of the bed where he was standing. "Tha’s a pretty definite something you owe me for."
"But – but I apologized and … cookies," she argues as he shifts her into a sitting position, legs dangling off the mattress, "I gave you cookies."
"Takes more than chocolate chips to erase the taste of my mortal enemy, luv," he whispers, leaning down to utter the words into her ear before moving to lick the left side of her neck. "I’m thinkin’ you’ll wipe it out nicely."
"Ch-chip – you’re chipped! Y-y-you c-can’t bite," she reminds him breathlessly, her body tensing fearfully at having him so close to her jugular.
"Can’t I?" she feels his lips move over her flesh as he speaks those words seconds before his blunt teeth nip sharply at her rapidly beating pulse, making her gasp in surprise.
The utterance from her lips was a mixture of fear that his fangs would be penetrating her flesh, relief that his bite was harmless and, shockingly, a touch of arousal at the feel of his mouth on her skin and his body so close to hers. His tongue slides out to lave the faint mark he’s made and that feeling of breathless excitement that has nothing to do with fear increases inside her quivering body.
"I’ll scream," she threatens, though it comes out more a sigh as he repeats the biting and licking thing a little lower on her neck.
"That you will, pet. Long and loud ‘fore I’m done with you." She feels his mouth curl into a smile against her skin before he straightens away from her.
While she puzzles fearfully over the meaning of that statement she suddenly feels his cool fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt. She jerks in surprise at the contact and fails to pay much attention to the fact that he’s pulling the garment upward until he silently urges her to raise her arms up over her head and she automatically obeys, helping in her top’s removal with the gesture.
"Wha - " she begins dazedly as a cool draft in the room raises goosebumps on her now bared torso.
Her question was abruptly cut off, though, by the feel of his fingers drifting over her breasts, which were uncovered as she was dressed for bed and not wearing a bra. Instantly her eyes pop open at the realization that she’s topless before Spike and she quickly covers her chest. With a ‘tsking’ sound of faintly scolding disapproval he takes hold of each of her wrists and uses the grip to uncover her again. She feels his eyes on her, sensing that he’s liking what he sees and can’t believe that something inside her grows warm and pleased by that fact. Under his intense regard she offers up no protest, feeling almost hypnotized, as he urges her to lay back on the mattress.
He nudges her knees apart and pushes his denim clad hips between them until her thighs part and his crotch is pressing hard against hers, wringing an unexpected moan from her lips as the contact makes her core tingle. He leans over her and she finds herself looking up into blue eyes that are dark with a desire so intense it freezes the breath in her lungs as he shifts her trapped wrists until they are held firmly by just one of his hands and pinned to the bed above her head, leaving her in a very vulnerable position that had her growing wet with arousal rather than fearing for her life.
His nostrils flare suddenly and she just knows he can smell that revealing moisture. A low, rumbling sound escapes him as he inhales again, an expression of satisfaction settling over his features as he seems to savor the scent. She shivers at the increasing heat in his gaze before he places his free arm on the mattress next to her and uses it for balance as he lowers his mouth to her chest. Tiny little bumps that have nothing to do with cold, though his touch is cooler than normal, rise all over her flesh when he begins trailing light kisses around her left breast. His amazingly soft lips move in a circular pattern around the base of the mound then work their way slowly up and inward toward the nipple that was growing very hard in anticipation of his touch. Just shy of her areola he shifts to the right tit and repeats the teasing kisses that touch every inch of the lush orb except for the aching peak.
When she can’t help but whimper and moan in a pleading way for him to lavish some attention on her nipples, he lifts his head to smirk down at her.
"Something wrong, pet?" he asks with a quirk of his scarred eyebrow.
Not knowing how to respond to that she finds herself repeating the noises while tugging at the restraining grip on her wrists, wanting her hands freed so they could guide his mouth to do as she wanted.
"None of that," he drawls softly, his fingers tightening to form an unbreakable hold on her upraised limbs. "This what you want?" he asks before dipping his head to flick his tongue over the swollen nub atop her left breast.
Powerful feelings of desire, want and need flood her system at the raspy drag of that gritty organ over her nipple, causing her to arch upward for more and inadvertently rubbing her crotch against his. A gasp escapes her as the brief friction sends bolts of pleasure shooting out from her core to make all her nerve endings tingle and causes her to close her legs around him. Her fingers and toes curl when he grinds his erection against her to increase the pleasure to a point that her brain shuts off to allow her body to feel and react however it saw fit, regardless of the fact that that meant putting herself willingly into the hands of a vampire.
As if sensing her compliance he releases her wrists and straightens away from her again. Confused by his withdrawal she blinks up at him, making no move to lower her freed arms or modestly cover her partial nudity. He gives her a wicked look that tells her he knows what he’s doing and that she’ll like it so long as she just lets him do it. With a rather nervous lick of her lips, she relaxes to simply enjoy whatever he was doing.
Only to tense up again when his fingers curl under the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms then begins pulling them down. A little apprehensive, even though it was kinda logical that if he wanted her top off he’d want her completely naked, she cautiously raises her hips for him to drag the pants past her butt then completely off her legs.
Her brain kicks back on the second it gets the image her eyes are seeing in that moment – her laying now fully naked on her bed with her legs spread for Spike who stood before her fully dressed and running his gaze freely over the very private parts that were now on display for him.
This just can’t be happening!
Feeling like she’d just awoken from a spell she instantly clamps her legs shut and grabs at the comforter beneath her in an attempt to cover herself.
"None of that now," he tsks, leaning over her to stop her actions.
Fearfully she freezes, the feel of his clothes brushing her bare flesh making her aware of how incredibly defenseless she is and how stupid she’s been to let this go so far.
"I’m not gonna hurt you, Willow," he whispers against her ear. "Relax. You’ll enjoy it."
"Wh-what are you g-going to do?" she curses the shaking of her body, not sure how much of the quivering was from fear and how much from continued arousal that was increased by his use of her given name, and slowly looks into his eyes to try gauging his intentions.
"Told ya already, getting’ the bloody taste of Slayer outta my mouth I got ‘cause of your soddin’ spell," he answers, clearly exasperated by her continuing to ask that question, though his frustration doesn’t show in his actions as he begins to feather his lips down her neck toward her chest.
"B-Buffy," she gratefully latches onto that excuse as it presents itself, "she’ll be back any mi-minute now and when she catches you here she’ll so dust you."
"Hmm," he seems unconcerned about the Slayer and moves his mouth briefly over each of her nipples, wringing reluctant gasps of pleasure from her, before he continues lower.
"I-I’m s-serious," she stammers, which was a clear indication that she was lying, and watches wide-eyed as he kneels on the floor between her legs and kisses his way down over her flat stomach. "Sh-she’ll - "
"Be out all night with her muscle bound new boytoy?" he finishes with his amused blue eyes twinkling briefly up at her before he dips down to circle her navel with his tongue.
I am so screwed, she thinks fatalistically at the realization that he knows she’s been left alone, though Buffy won’t be out ‘all night’ with Riley.
‘Screwed’ being a very apt word selection, a wicked voice suddenly speaks up inside her as Spike’s mouth moves to the apex of her thighs.
Everything inside her grinds to a stunned halt when fingers lightly stroke over the curls between her legs then gently pry apart her embarrassingly slick folds to hold them open as his tongue comes out to run the entire length of her slit, from bottom to top very very slowly. Then the tip of that tongue presses hard against her clit and everything inside her returns violently to life again, creating a swirling chaos of reactions in her body and mind.
He’s not …, she thinks disbelievingly as air rushes from her lungs and she pants heavily to draw it back in while her fingers curl into the covers beneath her at the sensations now rocketing through her.
I’m not …, she tries to tell herself as her hips buck upward with a mewl of pleasure escaping her lips as he begins exploring her femininity with great thoroughness.
He is, her eyes clench shut as he starts doing things to her that even O – the one who shall not be thought of right now – had never attempted or shown an interest in trying.
Oh, Goddess, I am, she realizes as her body automatically responds to his attentions with growing enthusiasm and enjoyment.
"Tha’s it," he coos against her wet, quivering flesh, "gimme your cream."
The words and their meaning don’t really sink in as all she can concentrate on is the husky tone of his voice, that pleasing British accent thickened with desire, and the way his speaking against her clit sends vibrations through the taut nub of nerves and on outward through her entire body.
She’s reduced to mindlessness in that instant and this time she knows her brain won’t be reasserting itself any time soon as he closes his mouth over her clit and sucks on it. A keening wail of unbelievable pleasure is torn from her at the move and she greedily thrusts herself against him for more. He grants her unspoken wish, suckling harder on what was now the center of her universe and wild sounds that she doesn’t recognize as coming from her own lips begin filling the room. All too soon the suction eases and she begins pleading aloud for more without realizing it.
"Such pretty cries," he praises, blowing lightly over her wetness and making her almost shriek. "Say my name, pet," he accompanies the order with a finger teasing her opening, making her core quiver in anticipation of having something inside it.
"Spike," she obeys him mindlessly, thrusting her hips against that lone digit in an effort to force it inside herself.
"Good girl," he drops a rewarding kiss on her clit as his finger dips into her wetness then quickly withdraws.
"Please," she gasps, writhing for him to return and silently begging him to do something to fill the void she’s suddenly feeling between her legs.
"Please what?" he asks with a bit of challenge to his tone.
Unable to find any words to answer him, she resorts to whimpering and pushing herself toward him, hoping he’d get her meaning without words.
"Want my finger?" he traces her folds with a fingertip, circling her clit and hole teasingly. "My tongue?" he repeats the actions of his digit with the tip of his tongue. "My mouth?" he closes his lips over the taut nub of nerves and sucks on it until her eyes roll back in their sockets. "Tell me," he orders in a wickedly seductive tone that has her shuddering.
"All of it," she begins answering helplessly. "Anything. Everything," her breathing grows ragged and agitated as the words spill from her. "Please. Something. More. Do it. Now," she’s clawing at the bed and shaking wildly with a want greater than she ever would have thought possible before feeling it. "Spiiiiiiiike," she howls when he finally moves to obey her.
He licks at her clitoris as he slips a long finger inside her then curls the digit and touches something along the sensitive walls that makes her body jerk and her hips lunge toward him for more. He chuckles against her flesh, but she doesn’t care if he finds her inexperience at this kind of thing amusing. The laughter vibrates her clit and makes her see flashes of vivid color behind her closed eyelids. Another finger enters her tight pussy and she clenches around the invaders.
"Christ, you’ve a tight li’l cunny," he growls, working the digits in deeper then moving them around to stretch her muscles. "Gonna feel so good ‘round my cock," he bites her inner left thigh gently as a rush of moisture from his comment allows his fingers to slide in and out of her with more ease. "Want that, Red?" he kisses the nip better and enters a third finger into her channel. "Want my cock?"
The idea is extremely appealing to her at that moment, but she can’t get an actual ‘yes’ out for all her gasps at the things his hand is doing to her.
"Such a nummy treat," he flicks his tongue over her clit then presses his thumb against it. "So pink and juicy," she can feel him looking at her there and thinks absently that she should be embarrassed by that, but finds herself just getting … juicier at his words. "Tha’s it, pet, gimme a good taste," he suddenly withdraws his fingers from her, making her cry out incoherently in protest. "Not to worry, luv, I’m far from done with you yet," he promises against her slick folds before replacing the digits with his tongue.
He licks over her slit then around her entrance, lapping up the moisture of her arousal before darting into her pussy, withdrawing then diving in deeper. His tongue begins twirling inside her, stimulating her in ways she’d never known possible, and his fingers move to rub and squeeze the throbbing bundle of nerves his mouth had been lavishing attention on.
The simultaneous motions overwhelm her. Her cries gradually stop as all she can manage are gasping pants for breath as her pelvis thrusts demandingly at his face while the rest of her body shifts restlessly for something to do to ease the growing tension inside her. Her legs shift to hang over his shoulders, thighs gripping the sides of his head with all their might to keep him in place and heels digging into the shirts covering his back. Her fingers grow tired of clutching at the covers and go to tangle in his hair, mussing the gelled back locks and absently enjoying the feel of the strands under her touch. Her head tosses frantically from side to side, occasionally pressing back into the mattress in response to the sensations racing through her, causing her own hair to stick to her face which was growing moist with sweat.
He’s manipulating her clit with those nimble fingers of his and moving his tongue deeper and harder inside her and it’s getting more difficult to breath as the tension she’s feeling begins to intensify to a breaking point. As if sensing how close she is, he pulls his mouth away and thrusts two fingers into her hole before she can even think to protest the withdrawal.
"Gonna cum for me, aren’t you, luv?" he asks thickly, his Cockney accent deeper with desire. "Gonna scream?" his fingertips curl inside her and rake over a spot that causes her muscles to tighten and her mouth to hang open on a silent scream she had no breath to unleash. "Lemme hear it, pet," he orders, bending to suckle briefly at her clit while his digits move with increasing speed in and out of her hole. "Scream for me," he demands before taking the taut nub into his mouth and shaking his head from side to side while sucking on it, pulling on her flesh until she gave him the scream he wanted.
A wild sound like something a rutting animal would make comes from her gaping lips as his fingers and mouth bring her to climax. For a long breathless moment her entire world is a dizzying rush of color and sensation and pleasure as the tension that had built inside her peaks before easing with her release. Her body jerks and convulses with that release, hands tugging at his hair, legs locked around his shoulders, hips pumping and grinding herself onto his fingers and into his mouth until the floodtide ebbs and she collapses limp and sated against the mattress.
He begins licking her in a soothing manner, easing her down from that incredible high and sending pleasant little aftershocks bolting through her body. Eventually she relaxes enough for him to pull his fingers from her spasming core and his cool tongue moves lower to continue calming her as he begins to lap up her come. She’s vaguely aware of him saying things against her flesh between licks, telling her how sweet and spicy she tastes and calling her a good girl, then hears the metallic clicking of a belt being unbuckled followed by the rasp of a zipper sliding down.
Her eyelids flutter open at those last two sounds just in time to see him lift his head from between her legs and run his hot gaze over her sprawled form. His hands shift her legs from his shoulders then stroke up her thighs to grip her hips and start pulling her toward him. With a squeak of surprise her butt drops off the edge of the mattress and the rest of her quickly follows until she’s sitting on his bent knees and wedged between his fully clothed body and the bed.
"Wha - " she begins rather dazedly looking into his eyes.
He gives her a look that can only be described as leering then arranges her limbs so that she’s kneeling astride him with her hands on his shoulders. His hands then run down her back to curl over her bottom and urge her hips upward.
"Told you, luv," he pulls her pelvis toward his and she feels the tip of his cock brushing against her opening, "I’m far from done with you."
She feels him push in and gasps, fingers curling into the silky red material of covering his shoulders. His hold tightens on her flesh, bringing her down as he thrusts up, burying himself quickly and smoothly inside her. The speed and completeness of the invasion leaves her wide eyed and breathless. She is impaled on his shaft, muscles stretched deep and wide to allow for all of him leaving her with a feeling of fullness that makes her shudder.
Oh Goddess, it feels good.
"Guh, so tight," he groans, fingers gripping her with painful force as he lifts her up and brings her back down almost instantly. "Like a bloody glove. Made for me," he says, almost to himself as his eyes run heatedly over her body. "Good, innit?" he flicks his gaze up to meet hers when she moans at the friction he’s creating.
Words fail her as she starts moving up and down on him without the guidance of his hands. She stares into his eyes blindly, all her attention focused inward on the things she’s feeling. Without a condom like Oz had worn she is able to feel the velvety texture of the flesh covering his rock hard length, every vein and ridge along the shaft. The head strokes hard against the upper walls of her channel, awakening and stimulating nerves with each advance and withdrawal until her fingers tangle tightly in the material covering his shoulders and wild, animalistic sounds pour again from her gaping lips.
One of his hands moves up her back to fist in the strands of her crimson hair, at first yanking her head backward to arch her throat for him to lick then pulling it forward to mash her mouth against his. His tongue thrusts past her lips and teeth to pillage the orifice, exploring and tasting and she meets it with her own, mimicking his actions until he’s groaning and she’s moaning. She presses herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving her hands into his hair as their mouths devour each other.
The fabric of his shirt chafes her nipples, but the friction causes more pleasure than pain as the nubs swell even further at the contact and she begins press harder as her hips start pumping faster. The denim of his jeans grates against the soft inner skin of her thighs and she can feel the teeth of his zipper biting into her flesh, but again it only adds to the experience.
He leans into her, pushing her shoulders back against the bed, and uses the new position to increases the depth and speed of his thrusts. All she feels she can do now is cling as he shifts higher on his knees and runs his hands down her body to rearrange her legs until they lock around his waist.
"Tha’s good," he tears his mouth away to growl as he pistons into her with the leverage given him by using the bed to support their combined weight. "Taste so good," his tongue runs along the side of her neck to tickle the sensitive skin behind her ear. "I’d love to bite you," flat teeth nibble and tug at her earlobe as she gasps for breath and writhes at the feel of him pounding against her womb. "Sink my teeth into this skin," he brings a hand up to her throat and curls his fingers around the column, stroking her flesh rather than gripping to do harm, "and drink your blood like I did your cream. Not enough to drain you," he soothes when a rational part of her brain forces her body to stiffen with fear at the reminder that he was a vampire. "Like you too much like that," the hand leaves her throat to skim down her torso and delve between their hips to search out her clitoris. "So hot and sweet," his mouth brushes against hers as he thumbs the nub of nerves he’s found. "Wantcha to scream for me again, luv," his tongue probes the seam of her lips until they part to allow it inside. "Wanna feel your cream all over my cock before I fill you with my cum," he growls crudely into her mouth. "Gonna do it, aren’t you?"
Unbelievably, she knew she was. As if possessed by his words - words that should have made her blush in permanent mortification at the very idea of the things he spoke so deliciously of in that Cockney accent of his - as well as his body she feels herself rapidly approaching another orgasm. Some part of her mind is locked perversely on the imagery of his fangs sinking into her neck while another is fixated on the idea of him gushing inside her without anything to stop his semen from coating her walls. The latter causes her to wonder idly what it’ll feel like and if what it feels like is different from how a living guy’s come feels until he suddenly bites at her neck where it meets her shoulder and orders her to scream for him again.
And again she does as bidden without a single inkling to do otherwise. All her thoughts and willpower seem to just go away as he commands her to cum and she takes great pleasure in just doing as he says. She feels him sucking at the skin of her neck while his hips pound even harder and faster against hers until his fingers clamp down on her flesh and he stiffens with a guttural roar before jerking convulsively inside her. Her body loses all semblance of control at the feel of cool liquid spurting up into her seemingly on fire pussy. She screams again, his name this time rather than some incoherent utterance, head thrown back against the bed, eyes flying open to stare blindly at the ceiling. Her fingers tear through his shirt, spine arching to thrust her breasts forward and grind her nipples against him, legs squeezing his hips and waist with all their might as her muscles clamp down on him and don’t want to let go.
Eventually she does let go, though. Her whole body goes slack and slumps limply against his. Her eyes fall tiredly shut and she puts her head to his shoulder, snuggling happily against it in her satiation as her erratic pants for air slowly steady to normal breaths. His arms slide around her waist to hold her to him, hands stroking her back and hair in a soothing manner that has her sighing with contentment.
After a few moments of that he nudges her head back with his to press a kiss to her lips before beginning to move. Her eyelids flutter open with curiosity as he eases her off his lap to the floor then rises to his feet. She runs her gaze up his legs and finds herself focusing on his crotch where his hands were tucking his softened length into the jeans he was wearing then carefully zipper the pants up, buttoning the top fastening and buckling his belt.
Just like that he was all straightened up and looking like nothing had happened while she was sitting in a boneless heap on the floor against her bed without a stitch of clothing on and quite a few reminders of what they’d just done. Not really sure how to feel about that fact she tilts her head back more to look up at his face and finds him looking down an extremely pleased expression on his face. She, of course, frowns suspiciously at that expression and it grows even more satisfied at her distrust.
It’s on the tip of her tongue to ask what he’s smiling about when he bends down to pull her up off the floor with his hands grabbing her rather roughly under the armpits.
"Wha - ?" she finds herself squeaking at the sudden move.
He ignores her, wrapping his left arm firmly around her waist to hold her against his body and yanking down the covers on her bed with his right. Amazingly he sweeps her up in his arms, settles her on the mattress then pulls the covers up over her frame in a quick succession of efficient moves that leave her blinking. Next he rounds the bed and calmly shuts her radio off before turning his attention to back to her. He smiles almost fondly at the befuddled expression on her face, reaching out to push back her tangled hair and trace her lips with a black polished fingernail.
Unbidden her tongue slides out to lick her lips and his stroking digit in the process. Just like that, the fever of wanting this strange creature - who had come to her on this dark lonely night for reasons she no longer cares to know - returns and she sucks the finger into her mouth. Her darkening green eyes lock with blue orbs that seem to glow with flecks of gold. After a moment of having her suckle and swirl her tongue around the digit he withdraws it from her lips and his mouth quickly replaces it. He growls as he claims her orifice, grinding his lips against hers and sliding his tongue deeply into the hot cavern for an all too brief foray.
"Nuff of that, pet." He pulls away and straightens, "gotta get back ‘fore the bloody librarian sounds the alarm."
"You really just got away from him?" she asks, his words reminding her of the concern she had for Giles’s condition with the vampire being on the loose.
"Prat can’t handle his liquor," Spike smirks then turns to collect his duster.
"You’re just … leaving?" she sits up with a stab of hurt at the sight of him preparing to exit the room and undoubtedly never return.
"Not much choice, luv, Slayer’ll be gettin’ back here shortly and I’ve no desire to come to a dusty end tonight," he slips easily into the worn black leather of his coat.
"So … what, you just come in here, do … that," she waves a hand to the floor where he’d taken her moments ago, "then leave?" fury was building inside her and she throws the covers back and rises from the bed to stalk toward him. "Is that all you came for? A – A quickie?" he has the gall to smile at her indignation and that curling of his lips makes her punch a finger into his chest when she comes up against his unmoving frame. "A wham-bam-thank you ma’am?" She pokes and advances until he’s pushed onto her desk and sits on the edge without losing a bit of his grin. "Not that I’ve heard a ‘thank you.’ You – you just come in here all unexpected and start taking off my clothes and … doing those things to me and making me all wild and crazy then you put that," she waves angrily at his crotch, "away, tuck me into bed and prepare to just waltz off into the night like nothing happened? You – you man!" she fumes, hitting him a few times until he laughs, the bastard, and catches her wrists to stop the blows.
"Got that out your system now?" he asks gently as the temper fades at his restraint.
"No," she glares at him, "I’m gonna kick your ass you … poopy head," she sulks, tugging futilely at his hold to get her hands back.
"Poopy head?" his scarred eyebrow quirks upward in amusement. "Thought you were the brainy one of the bunch and ‘poopy head’ is the best you can come up with?"
"Oh, I can come up with better. How about assh - " she prepares to start rattling off every foul term for men she can think of only to be cut off by his mouth coming down to cut the words off.
He hungrily moves his lips over hers then slides his tongue beyond to tease hers. After a moment of mutinously trying to ignore his distracting kiss, but she once again seems spellbound by his simple caress and her tongue slowly begins to tangle with his. The second she begins to respond he lets her wrists go and her hands automatically go to the back of his head, pulling him down more and assuring herself that he won’t get away. His hands stroke down her back to grip her butt and pull her forward until she straddles his leg. Instinctively she starts grinding herself against the firm thigh thrust between her legs, closing her eyes and feeling wanton as a mental picture of their pose sinks in and meshes with the vivid new memories of riding his cock to climax and having him pleasure her orally until she screamed.
"Knew you’d be a vixen," he pulls back to groan into her ear as his hands run up her sides, not needed to guide her hips over his leg. "Such fire in you, luv," his teeth nip her earlobe while his thumbs stroke the undersides of her breasts.
"You’ve thought of this?" she asks at the implication of his words.
"Constantly, as of late," he suddenly pushes her back and reverses their positions until she’s sitting on the edge of her desk and he’s standing between her legs. "Since that night I tried to bite you," he quickly tears his jeans open for his cock to spring free once more. "’s like you’re in my blood," he takes hold of her knees and holds them wide as he settles between her thighs and thrusts inside her without any further preliminaries. "Get hard just bein’ ‘round you," he begins moving that hardness slowly as he talks, pulling her legs upward and holding them there, forcing her to clutch at the edge of the desk to keep from falling back against her computer or off the surface all together. "Smellin’ you," he puts his mouth against her neck and inhales. "Remember havin’ you tremble under me and dreaming of that trembling being from this," his teeth nip her throat again, hard this time making her gasp in surprise at the sting of pain on top of the pleasure she’s feeling again. "From having your lil cunny stuffed with my cock," his hips flex steadily against hers to pump his shaft into her and ease it out before driving back in. "Better ‘an my dreams," he growls, leaning back and lifting her legs higher and wider. "Bloody gorgeous," he groans and her eyelids crack open to see him staring heatedly at their groins, watching his cock move in and out of her grasping hole. "Could do this forever, pet," as if sensing her gaze he looks up into her eyes with fires blazing in his deep blue irises. "Fuck you till you’re raw from screamin’ at the pleasure of it. Till you can’t walk, can’t bring these creamy thighs together without rememberin’ of me between them. Till this," he leans forward, pushing her upheld knees toward her shoulders while increasing the pace of his thrusts, "is all you can think of. All you want. Till you bloody crave me like I’ve been cravin’ you," he shifts her legs to his shoulders freeing his hands up to grab her arms and yank her forward to crash his mouth down on hers.
His tongue stabs wildly past her lips and teeth, imitating the movements of his length between her nether lips. She loses her grip on the desk and falls back a little, feeling the rigid edge of her computer monitor dig into her back, but using the object to help hold herself up as her hands scramble to find anchorage in his hair.
He craved her, is all she can think as the knowledge that she was wanted filled her with a glowing warmth.
The warmth spreads and joins with the fire racing through her from his thrusts and kiss and the feel of him against and inside her until she feels like she’s going to burst into flame. Her orgasm comes without instruction from him this time, as he’s too busy devouring her lips. She cries out into his mouth, fingers clutching and almost pulling out his bleached-blonde locks. Her legs tense and push against his shoulders as her hips buck forward to take him in as deep as she can in this awkward position. She convulses uncontrollably, unbalancing them both and is only vaguely aware of falling to the floor as a result. He makes it easy to miss such an occurrence by agilely cushioning the impact with his body without disrupting the kiss.
All she’s really aware of at the moment is that the angle and depth of his penetration has changed and that the change has her twisting her head to the side to gasp for breath before moaning his name. She feels another rush of cool liquid filling her and mixing with her hot come as aftershocks and shudders rack her body until it collapses atop his.
"Gonna be the bloody death of me, you are," he groans after a few moments during which both their bodies gradually stop jerking in climax.
"You started it," she points out childishly, the words muffled by the way her face was planted in the center of his chest.
His chest vibrates with a chuckle at that before he rolls her onto the floor and leaves her there once again while he rises to refasten his clothes. She glares tiredly up at him, seeing that the ‘wham-bam’ plan was still in full effect.
"If looks could dust," he chuckles at her glare as he stoops to pick her up.
"Bastard," she mutters bitterly as he places her back on her bed and tucks her in with every intention of just leaving.
"Language," he tsks playfully, earning a wrathful stare for his levity. "I’m not as stupid as your puppy, Red," he takes hold of her chin and holds her gaze without any trace of joking in his blue eyes. "I’m not about to do a flit after havin’ a taste of this," he rakes her sheet covered body with a possessive look and hand. "Gotta split for now, though, ‘less you want to be sweepin’ up my dusty remains, but I’ll be back."
"Really?" she asks hopefully, tingling at the idea of a repeat performance of this madness.
"Definitely," he growls before sealing the promise with a hard kiss that leaves her breathless.
Before she can think to respond he tears his mouth away and leaves the room with a flapping of his coat and the soft click of the door shutting behind him.
Left alone again she touches her lips to verify that they were swollen from kisses then lifts the covers up and stares down at her body to make sure it really is nude. Red impressions that were already starting to darken into bruises, in the shape of Spike’s fingers mar the skin of her waist, hips and thighs and her breasts have faint teeth marks on them, proof that she hadn’t just dreamed all that. Her inner thighs are sticky with moisture and her entire body is lethargic with bone deep satisfaction, having experienced a pleasure it never had before and certainly couldn’t have imagined.
He craves her and he’ll be back.
It’s all she can think of as she curls onto her side and snuggles sleepily against the pillows. If his reason for coming to her tonight were as he’d said, payback for her spell to get ‘Buffy taste’ out of his mouth, then she was going to have to reconsider how much of a failure the spell had been. She’d wanted it to help her get over Oz and right now everything inside her was reacting like ‘Oz who?’ as thoughts of Spike take prominence in her mind. The things the vampire had done to her in such a short time span, the sensations still buzzing through her system from his words and actions, the bliss of just giving herself over to his whims and taking the pleasure he offered. They’re all she can contemplate as sleep claims her. She thinks of them with an anticipatory smile as she welcomes the slumber.
He’ll be back.