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Author's Notes: This is set sometime during Season 4 after Spike is chipped. No Tara. The scene starts off in the Rosenberg house. This story is basically, completely AU.
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"Red," Spike sighed.
"I'm sorry, Spike, I just can't help it. Once I get going it just, well, keeps going and going and going, kind of like that Energizer Bunny. It's cute and pink, hitting that drum..."
Spike put his hand over her mouth to stop her. Granted the babbling was cute every once in a bloody while when he had first started coming over to just sit and chat after he had gotten chipped. She was the only one of the Scoobies who was even remotely civil to him. At first he thought the babbling was just nerves at having a Master Vampire over, but now he thinks it might be a permanent habit of hers. While he was thinking about her babbling he forgot to keep his hand over her mouth.
"..and then Buffy decided to sleep through class and expected me to give her my notes. Like I have nothing better to do then to just hand her all my hard work. I know she's the Slayer and everything, but a little more focus on school couldn't hurt her..."
'Bloody hell what can I do to get her to shut up?' he thought. Looking around her house he saw the kitchen and asked, "Hungry, Pet?"
Willow's eyes grew wide. "Famished," she said and headed for the kitchen.
"Sit down. I'll make you something." Spike started rooting around for a pan, some noodles, and sauce. He decided on spaghetti, sans garlic of course, because it was simple, fairly fast, but still more than just a sandwich. With Willow's babble rate today she would need the energy.
"...and you're cooking. You look like you know how, too. Where did you learn? I mean I know you can and do eat on occasion but I didn't realize you could actually cook. I should have though. You're not really like other vampires..."
"I am so," Spike said indignantly. "I like blood and violence as much as the next bloke."
'She keeps this up much longer she'll find out just how “vampire” I am,' he thouhgt.
"I'm sorry Spike. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just saying that you’re different but not in a bad way. You just have more human qualities then other vamps…"
Spike got in her face and growled, "You take that back."
Willow looked at him, shocked. "I take it back. I'm sorry, again. I seem to be saying that a lot lately. I don't know why though. It's not like I do anything wrong..."
Spike went back to cooking. Willow's babbling was starting to become nothing more than a din in the background. Once the spaghetti was done he dished it out and set it in front of her.
"...and, oh, it's ready? It looks good," she said taking a bite. Deciding she liked it, she continued to eat in silence.
Spike welcomed the quiet. 'Well,' he thought grabbing a plate for himself, 'there's one way to stop her from talking: food. I wonder how many other ways there are.' Spike smirked as his mind went into overdrive thinking of the many possibilities to stop a babbling Willow.
Willow was done with the delicious meal. Granted, it was just spaghetti, but the act meant more to her then the meal itself.
"Spike, I… Thank you for the meal. It was great."
Spike watched her and waited for the 'but' that he was sure would follow,
but it didn't. He said, "Welcome Luv," and smiled.
Willow smiled back blushing slightly. He kept staring at her. That's when she noticed he had the 'Master Vampire Planning' face, which made her nervous. You could never tell some things with Spike, like whether his plans included your death or not. Shaking her head to remove the negative thoughts she smiled again and said, "So what do you want to do for the rest of the night? We could play cards, watch TV, play trivia. Or… Oh! I know. Scattergories. I haven't played that since..."
"Gotta take a rain check on that, Luv. Not tonight. I'm gonna head out early. Stuff to do and all that rot."
"Uh...ok. Are you sure? You don't have to go if you don't want to," Willow said, trying to get him to stay. He was the only one from the Scoobie Gang that seemed to care about her after Oz left.
"Don't worry, Pet. I'll be back tomorrow. I have to get me a few things." He hated to see her look that way. It was a look that said 'my puppy just ran away on me' or something bloody silly like that.
"Ok. If you must, you must. Far be it from me to keep the Big Bad from his 'things'."
Spike gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "And don't you bloody well forget it." He winked and walked out into the night. Looking back, he saw her in the doorway, and waved. She waved back and went inside.
Spike hopped into the De Soto and drove to the nearest store. It was just after 8pm so it wasn't too late, he hoped. Spike walked around until he found what he was looking for, smelly bath stuff. He looked around for vanilla and jasmine, the two scents that always mixed nicely with Willow's own natural scent.
As he bought some lotion, bath salts, bubble bath, and body spray, the clerk look at him oddly. It wasn't everyday she saw a roguishly handsome man, looking all 5 feet 9 inches of Dangerous, buying bubble bath of all things.
Spike took the things he bought and put them in the De Soto. Next stop, a clothing store. 'Bloody hell, none are open. Well one way to fix that.' He broke the glass of a shop window and stepped inside. Spike looked around for a minute then spotted it. An emerald green teddy. Just perfect for his Red. He grabbed a few sizes and styles and hopped back in the car and headed back to the witch's place.
Spike pulled over the De Soto a few houses before Willow's. He wanted to surprise her with his gifts. He walked up to the house and put his surprises under a bush then walked around the house to see where she was.
Willow was sitting in the kitchen eating some of the left over spaghetti and working on her laptop while listening to music on her head phones. Perfect. Spike slipped the jasmine bath stuff into his duster pocket and jumped up to her balcony. He let himself into her room and walked purposefully towards the bathroom.
Spike started the water for her bath, putting a little of the jasmine he bought into it. He went back to her room to get a few candles to set in the bathroom. When the tub was full he turned off the water and went downstairs to surprise her.
He got to the kitchen door, stopped and just looked at her. She was biting her lip and looked for all the world like she wouldn't notice if it ended . He slipped silently behind her and put his cool hands over her eyes. She went rigid but didn't scream. 'Good girl.'
"Well, well, look at what we have here," Spike purred and kissed her neck.
"Spike? Is that you?" Willow asked and turned around to face him. She took off her headset. "That, Mister, was not nice. You could have given me a heart attack or something. Besides I thought you were going to do whatever it is you do when you leave here. You didn't say anything about coming back..."
"Shh, Pet. I got you a prezzie," Spike said and smiled when her face lit up.
"A present? Really? Why? I mean it's not, like, a dead something in my room or anything, is it? Because Angelus left me my dead fish on a string as a present once. Not that I don't like presents, it's just that you vampires have a different idea of presents than humans do and..."
Spike silenced her when he places his mouth over hers. Taking advantage of her open mouth, he slipped his tongue in and pulled her close to him. She was surprised and didn't respond at first. Then she gave into the pleasure of Spike's attentions, her eyelids closed and she kissed him back with a little more desire than he was expecting. He let the kiss go on for a few more minutes indulging in the feel of her warm mouth on his. Then he pulled away. She was breathless, flushed and her eyes were still closed and mouth slightly parted. 'Yep, ya still got it mate,' he smiled to himself. Picking her up he kissed her again quickly and headed for the stairs.
"Spike, where are we going?" she asked leaning her head on his shoulder.
"To one of your prezzie's Luv."
"Ok. Is it a good present?"
"I bloody well hope so, Red."
"Ok."
Spike smiled to himself again. He had stemmed the flow of her babble. Stopping in front of the bathroom door he set her on her feet and gave her a peck on the nose.
"Close your eyes."
She did and he opened the bathroom door and took her in. It looked lovely, even he had to admit that. He was just sorry he wasn't going to join her.
"Open them." He looked at her as she took in the surroundings.
"Oh, Spike! It's beautiful!" she squealed and threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He could kiss her forever, but there'd be time enough for that later. He still had one more present to set up.
Spike stood at the door to the bathroom and looked at he beautiful picture she made. He red hair and milk white skin highlighted by the candles he had placed around the room. Soon she would be his. He was drawn out of his revere by the witch herself.
"Spike, I..." Willow said nervously. She hoped he would stop staring at her like that. The look was all hunger, need, and desire, clouding the vampire's normally crystal blue eyes.
"What is it, Red?"
"Well, it's just I... umm, are you staying in here? While I bathe?"
"Oh, right," he was flustered and had a sudden need to adjust himself. "I've still got your other prezzie to get ready, Luv."
"Another one? Why, Spike? I mean I don't mind presents, in fact I love them, I just don't understand why all of the sudden your cooking for me and buying me presents..."
"Red," Spike said amused.
"Yeah?"
"Just take your bloody bath," he said with a smile and slipped out of the bathroom to set up the next present.
He heard her heartbeat return to normal. He went downstairs and out the front door to collect his other present for his witch. Bringing them upstairs he looked through the selection and picked out the teddy that covered the most. He wanted to enjoy taking it off of her and revealing what, he had only imagined, was under it. Walking back to the bathroom with the emerald green teddy, he slipped silently through the door to leave the lingerie and a note telling her to put it on then go into her bedroom for the final prezzie.
Once he had placed everything for her to see he turned to look at her through the open glass doors. Willow's eye's were closed in relaxation. Due to the bubbles he couldn't see anything below her shoulders, but just the thought of her naked made Spike suppress a groan. He couldn't linger right now, he had to finish. Downstairs he went to the second bathroom and took a quick shower.
Back in Willow's room, Spike lit candles and incense. He wanted everything to be just right for her. Perfect timing, he could hear her getting out of the tub now. After a few final touches he hopped on the bed and awaited the arrival of his Red.
"Uh, Spike?" Willow asked from the hallway.
"In here, Red." Spike was getting impatient. He wanted the redhead now, writhing in pleasure beneath him. He held back the urge to surge forth, grab, and ravish her.
Willow walked in and stopped just inside the doorway. She gasped at what she saw. Candles littered every available surface. Then there was Spike laying on her bed. He had his arms crossed behind his head and his red shirt unbuttoned, with nothing under it but pale white skin and hard muscle. 'Oh my,' Willow thought. 'He... I... We.'
Willow drew in a breath. She knew that she was blushing, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was beautiful. His finely chiseled face was a mask of seriousness. She followed the trail of soft hair that led seductively from his belly button down into his jeans, where she could see his obvious desire for her straining to get free. Her breath hitched as all the possibilities raced through her mind.
"Luv," Spike said and brought her attention back to the now. "What's with the robe?"
Willow looked down. She had forgotten all about what she was wearing. Blushing crimson at the thought of taking the robe off she held tighter to it.
"Spike, I...uh, wasn't sure why you gave me this outfit. At least not until now, and...wow. I mean you’re a great friend, and very handsome, but I never would have thought..."
Spike got off the bed and sauntered in front of her. He could smell her obvious arousal. Pulling her into a kiss, he slid his hands inside the robe and began to work it over her shoulders and down her arms. Willow whimpered softly when he broke the kiss, which made him smile to himself. He stepped back and looked at her. 'Tonight she will be mine,' he thought. This little slip of a girl had worked her way into the vampires heart and mind.
"Perfect," Spike whispered. The garment accentuated every delicious curve of her body. Her flushed skin contrasted beautifully with the emerald green of the teddy and it matched the deep hue of her eyes. She was stunning. How could he have been so lucky to find this flame? She was full of life and love.
Willow tried to cover herself back up, feeling self-conscious under the intense gaze of the vampire. She looked into the crystal blue eyes and saw, to her amazement, desire, lust, and need. She never would have thought he felt like that if she hadn’t seen it for herself. Did he know how much she’d wanted him all these years? Ever since the warehouse incident when he had wanted a spell to bring back Drusilla. The way he leaned on her and the love he had given his dark goddess made Willow want him.
"No, Luv, never cover yourself in front of me. You have no reason to, you're beautiful," he said and slipped the robe to the floor. He leaned to kiss her neck right behind her ear. Her skin was like fire to his cold lips and tasted heavenly. The small moan that escaped her lips was all the encouragement he needed. Her hands were slowly working their way into his hair, holding his head there for her to kiss.
She moaned softly as he worked his way across her shoulders and neck. All thoughts or arguments her logical brain could have come up with were replaced with he feeling he was invoking in her. The tender strokes and teasing licks were driving her up a wall.
Spike picked her up in his arms and took her swiftly to the bed. He laid her down, sliding in next to her and engulfed her in another mind blowing kiss. He was overwhelmed by how much he wanted the sweet redhead beside him.
Her finger tips found their way to his nipples and pinched them, which earned her a small moan from him. He could listen to her moan all day. He finally registered her trying to take off his shirt.
Spike lay back and let her explore him. Her warm hand sent shivers through his un-dead body. She dipped her head to his neck to nibble and lick along what would have been his pulse point. After she had paid homage to the vampire's neck she moved slowly over his chest. She stopped at each nipple and licked them softly. 'I won't be bloody able to take much more of this if she keeps this up,' he thought.
Reaching around her to unclasp the teddy, he removed it and took one of her small pert breasts into his mouth. He teased her nipple rolling it with his tongue which elicited a small cry from Willow's lips.
Willow drew him back up to her mouth, kissing and nibbling and sucking at his lips. Breathlessly, she said, "Clothes. Too many. Off. Now."
Spike didn't need to be told twice. He quickly stripped for her. His blue eyes never left her face as she took in everything about him. He preened under her studious gaze. She gasped when his pants came down and saw his obvious desire for her. She reached out hesitantly to touch the tip of his cock, weeping slightly with pre-cum.
"Red," Spike hissed when he felt her hand grab a hold of him. 'This is just too bloody much.'
He needed to regain control, otherwise this would be over much to quickly for his liking. He gently pushed her back on the bed kissing his way from the hollow of her throat, paying attention to each breast in turn as he passed them. He stopped at her belly button to flick his tongue inside. Willow mewled with pleasure as he continued his decent towards her already wet core.
He ran his tongue along the inside of her thighs and over her hips. He was teasing her with the possibility of where his roaming would take him. He placed a kiss in her soft curls.
"Spike, " she whimpered. "Please."
Spike smiled and inhaled her heady scent. 'Bloody magnificent,' he thought. He ran his tongue the length of her slit and drinking in her juices. She was more then ready. He licked along the folds never quite touching her where she wanted. Her sighs were music to him.
Much to Willow's surprise and pleasure he thrust his tongue inside of her. He flicked his tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves, alternating between her core and clit. She was moaning and so close.
"Spike, need you. Please," she begged for her release.
Not one to deny his Red, Spike pinched the bundle of nerves. She bucked under him crying his name in her release. Before Willow could stop shaking Spike placed the head of his cock at her entrance and eased in slowly, watching her face as shock and then pleasure swept across it. He didn't want to rush it. Spike wanted to savor every moment, every sigh, every moan. He had dreamed of this for too long to have it be over in a matter of minutes.
Willow wasn't going to let him keep the torturous pace. She grabbed his hips and pulled him up, sheathing him fully inside her. Spike only took a second to get over the shock of what she had done before he was trusting hard into her. She was so tight and hot he had to keep control before it was over prematurely. He was everything she needed and more. He dropped his head to her neck kissing and licking. Willow felt ridges as his demon came to the fore and turned her head, baring her neck for him.
"Willow?" Spike asked. He wanted her to be sure. He wanted to make sure she knew what this meant. He was so damn close. His balls were tightening ready for release.
"Spike, please. I love you," she said, and meant it. Of that he was sure.
"Love you, too," Spike said and bit into her. Blood flowed into his mouth rich and sweet and full of her power, love, and innocence. He came hard growling out her name. Willow came at the same time, her muscles milking him.
Sated he fell down beside her licking his claim on her. He pulled her close to his body, loving the way she felt next to him. Like she belonged there. 'She does,' he told himself.
"Mine," he said into her neck.
"Yours," Willow said with a smile.
'Oh yeah,' Spike thought. 'I can definitely think of a few more ways to stop a babbling Willow'
The End