Spike raised his eyes from his wounded hand to the visibly shacking girl. "What was that?" he asked.
Willow straightened her shoulders and tightened her jaw. "Fuck you."
"You are asking for it, little girl," he warned.
"Bite me," she quipped quietly. The automatic response made her pause as a wicked grin crossed her face.
In a flash he had her hair in his grasp and pulled her screeching down the hall. With an angry jerk he threw her into a bedroom. Although she tried to stop her forward momentum, Willow couldn't get her feet under her so she banged her forehead against the footboard. "Remember, you asked for it."
"No!" she cried as he lifted her by the shoulders. She caught the glint of his yellow eyes before lowering his head to her throat.
Spike inhaled her scent. Her fear excited him. He brushed his fangs along the smooth expanse of her neck while his tongue licked the salty flesh. With a deep growl he sank his teeth into the bend of her neck. Blood spilled onto his tongue and his body responded to the rush of sweet innocence and something a little extra. He'd only tasted it once before. It was the flavor of magick. If one could taste and consume pure energy, that would be the blood of a magick user. It seemed to fill every fiber of his being.
Willow shuttered as he bit into her. Tears welled in her eyes and slipped silently down the side of her face. For all of her earlier bravado, she was afraid, and excited as well. She knew she had found the thin line between pleasure and pain. She knew she didn't want it to end. The harsh suckling gentled into an almost loving caress. Unconsciously, she arched her hips into him. A soft grown escaped her lips.
Confused, Spike lifted his head. He stared at her face, the tears running down her cheeks into her hair, the expression of passion and ecstasy. He gave her neck a lick and turned his attention to her lips. He covered her mouth in a brutal kiss to end the spell she was weaving over him. Her lips parted to accept his questing tongue. Spike grasped her red hair in his fists to control her.
But Willow would not be controlled. She accepted his onslaught willingly. Her fingers curled around his shoulders. Her short nails dug into his flesh trying to bring him closer. She needed more. Her tongue met his in the battle of wills. Her legs parted in order to bring him closer. Her left leg curled around his hips while her right pushed against the bed to bring closer contact. She felt his arousal thrusting against her and she moaned as it stirred new emotions and sensations through out her body.
He released his tight grip on her hair and slid to the bottom of the shirt she wore. His long fingers slid along her narrow waist until they found the soft swell of her unbound breasts. Curving his hands around the soft flesh, he teased her nipples with his thumbs.
Willow arched into his touch. She moved her hands to his back and explored the lean muscles bunching and relaxing in passion. She wanted more. Her breath came in gasps as Spike released her mouth. With hazy eyes, she stared up at him. She knew she shouldn't want this; that he was evil and would kill her without a second thought. But she didn't care. She wanted more. Her hands moved of their own accord. They caressed his bare chest, explored the smooth expanse of skin. Gently, her fingers drifted down his stomach. She hesitated at his navel, but seeing the daring look in his eyes she pressed further.
Spike pulled back slightly as her hand moved pass the waistband of his jeans. He closed his eyes as she hovered over his throbbing erection. Boldly, she curled her fingers around the hard flesh beneath the denim. He shuttered to control his reaction to her innocent touch. He ground against her hand when she began to move her hand up and down his length. Opening his eyes, Spike pushed the tee shirt up to her shoulders and pulled a taunt nipple into his mouth.
A cry of ecstasy echoed in the room as she tilted her head back. She'd read things, seen movies, explored the Internet, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared her for the nerve endings that exploded to life when he placed his open mouth on her breast. Buffy had tried to explain the sensations to her when she asked, but it was like trying to explain color to a man who had been blind all his life. He would understand the basic concepts, but he would never appreciate the splendor.
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Angelus smiled as he watched Drusilla skip a few feet ahead of him. "A tisket, a tasket. A red and bloody basket," she sang as she swung the shopping bags. "Caught some dinner for my love. But on the way I ate it."
He chuckled at her take on the nursery rhyme. He made a mental note to find an original copy of The Brothers Grimm stories for her; she'd love the blood shed. He stopped walking when Dru froze in mid-skip. She tilted her head to listen. He moved beside her and waited.
"Fe, fi, fo, fum. I smell Slayer's blood," she whispered with a sniff. "Come out, come out, where ever you are," she sang louder.
Buffy stepped into light. "Where is she?"
Angelus draped an arm around Dru's shoulders. "Loose someone, Slayer?"
"Don't play games with me," she fumed.
Drusilla clapped her hands with joy. "Yes. Let's play a game, Daddy," she pleased with her child-like enthusiasm. She skipped in a circle around Buffy. "Ring around the roses, pocket full of posies." Buffy snapped her arm out to strike Dru in the stomach. The vampiress jumped back before the hit connected. "She doesn't play nice, Daddy," she said as she moved to Angelus side.
"No, she doesn't, princess," he replied.
"Where is Willow?" Buffy asked as she glared at them.
He glanced around at the empty street. "I don't see her," he said with a shrug.
The Slayer pulled a stake from her back pocket. "Don't make me ask again."
"Maybe she doesn't want to come home," Dru said slyly. "Maybe she's having too much fun."
Angelus quickly stepped in front of his childe as the Slayer took a step closer. "Dru, why don't you run home and show off your new clothes to Spike," he ordered.
She kept her blue eyes on the Slayer as she gave her sire's neck a lick and a nip. "Hurry home, Daddy," she said before turning and skipped away.