Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/W
Summery: a challenge from Wildchild
Spoilers: Don't think so, season four maybe?
Distribution: Bite me.please? Willow's Lil' Secret, Soulmates
Feedback: Crave it
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Willow grimaced as the naked girls dance on screen, Spike laughed loudly at her expression.
"What don't tell me that you actually like that?" Willow asked as she leaned back into her couch. Staying at her parent's place for Christmas was becoming lonelier then she thought. Her parents were off as usual, Buffy was with her father, and Xander was with Anya, so as usual it was just her and Spike. Except that Spike didn't celebrate Christmas with the whole vampire thing and she was a Jew turned Wicca.
"Here I was hoping for 6 feet under and all I get is G-String Divas." Her face screwed up again and she stuck her tongue out. Spike nearly swallowed his cigarette, why did she have to do this? She didn't have any idea why he had gladly accepted her invitation, oh he was a happy man he was going to near her for a whole three weeks!
"Aw Luv it's not that bad, See she misses her cat," he laughed as rolled her eyes.
"I could never do that," Willow stated flipping the channel to annoying children singing Christmas carols.
"I'm sure you could, you got a body for it," Spike said taking another puff of the cigarette.
"I could not," Willow squeaked back.
"How would you know if you've never tried?"
Willow stared at him dumbfounded.
"I hope you're not suggesting that I."
Spike nodded.
"In front of you?" She squeaked feeling her skin glow red.
"Well you don't have to take your clothes off, just go through the motions," he resisted adding I would like it if you took your clothes off. Willow looked at him incredulously, she then shook her head but got up to prove him wrong. She stood and twirled around the table several times, becoming so dizzy that she fell into the table knocking over her lava lamp. Spike laughed and then went to help her up, after placing her on the sofa he moved his hips softly.
"No Red more like this."
Spike tapped out a rhythm, Ba boom ba ba ba boom ba ba. He moved his hips and ran a hand down his front, teasing his fingers over the zipper and button of his worn out jeans. He moved his hands back up to remove his shirt, his tongue cusping out of his mouth. Willow although very aroused needed to stop him, not quite sure where it would go from here.
"Ok ok I get the point, I still don't believe though that I could do that." Spike a bit miffed that she had stopped the show sank to the couch, he thought for a moment before a smile crossed his face.
"Well you're a witch why don't you just put me in your body," though I'd like to be in there with you.
Willows eyes went wide but she agreed and came back with a large book and with a few words and herbs the next time she opened her eyes they were blue. She looked at her self in amazement, Spike had already gotten back up and was moving her body in very erotic ways. Spike moved her hips to the previous way, his hands going up to her breasts. Willow didn't even chastise him for touching her, she was too busy noticing the constriction in Spikes jeans. She reached a hand down and unzipped it carefully, not used to using a mans hands. She ran her hands over his length for what seemed forever, moving her hand back and forth as nature ordered. Though she was slightly disappointed, it felt different but less intense then when she was a woman, but the again the clit did have twice as many nerves as a dick. However it didn't matter as she moved her hand faster.
Spike couldn't help but laugh as he watched her use his equipment through her eyes, it was odd hearing her laugh. He used her arms to take off the shirt and slowly strip off the bra, laughing again as her eyes watched her body hungrily. He then managed to pull off the jeans and stand in front of himself wearing nothing but her lacy green knickers.
"Need some help Luv," Spike noted that he sounded odd without his accent. Willow nodded his head and arched his back. Spike gently lifted one of her breasts to his mouth and let Willow swirl her tongue. He groaned and torn off the underwear, lowering her body of his cock. Willow moaned in surprise and thrust up, using his hand to lift up her hips. Spike clung to his neck, wailing in his ear with her voice. Willow finally gave a guttural cry as her climax hit, Spike followed soon. He allowed himself to be wrapped up with his arms, his accent in his current ear murmured.
"Well that was interesting," Willow said a little shattered.
Spike only grunted and reminded himself to write Santa a little thank you note.