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Part 3 - Fancy That

Willow opened her eyes to see a ruby ring sitting in the
palm of her hand. It
rested on a gold pedestal and was flanked by two small
emeralds. Spike had made her
close her eyes before placing the gift in her hand. “It’s
beautiful.” She breathed.
“I’m glad you like it.” He plucked it from her palm and
then slid it carefully
onto her ring finger. “Perfect fit.” He murmured. Spike’s
fingers entwined in her red
hair as his gaze met her cool green eyes. “Reminded me of
you, pet. Blazing with fire
but fresh like a spring meadow. ” He couldn’t help himself,
she brought the poet out in
him.
“It’s so sweet of you to get this for me.” Willow said,
touched. Then she smiled
impishly, “Even if you do sound like a detergent
commercial.” She looked down at the
golden ring. For a moment, it seemed to grasp her finger
and she thought she felt a
slight burning sensation but it quickly subsided. Willow
shook her head. Too many
years spent living on the Hellmouth. She was imagining
rings were after her! Maybe she
was just allergic to gold.
The heated look he gave her was blatantly carnal and
intense and his voice was
hoarse as he spoke. “Sweet? I remember how. . .sweet you
can be.” Willow looked into
his eyes, they almost burned her with their heat. She
blushed and ducked her head, not
used to these new feelings. The innocent action sent a
fire storm through Spike, the
thrill of pursuit was heady indeed. She could still blush
even after all the things they
had done together. It drove him wild, those traces of
innocence. She was just begging to
be corrupted. He smiled at her lowered head before he
cupped her chin in his hand
and made her look him in the eye.. “Now, luv, vampires
never do anything for free.
Maybe I’m just tempting you, pet. If I keep giving to you,
you won’t be able to fight me
when I decide to take what I want. ” Willow gulped, the
idea of him “taking” didn’t
bother her nearly as much as it should.
She knew he was dangerous, he was killer. But all that raw
power was leashed
around her. Spike took pains to be gentle with her,
because he could hurt her very
easily. Not that he was all sunshine and light. The
vampire had been ruthless in his
pursuit of her. She knew that he followed her when she out
at night, kept tabs on her
during the day. But it was comforting somehow. He was
also extremely generous
with her. Gifting her with roses, candlelight dinners, and
with his time. Whenever she
spoke to him, he listened to so intently. He made her feel
that, for him, she was the
only person on the Earth. She was the only one who
mattered to him. For a girl who’d
always been taught that she was ordinary and nothing
special -- that was exhilarating.
He made her feel so beautiful. So cherished.
They had been seeing each other for a little over a week
now. Needless to say,
she had kept it from the other scoobies and this caused her
some guilt. But it didn’t
make her stop seeing him. Spike would come for her in his
car and he would take her
to the mansion for dinner followed by incredible
lovemaking. But he never entered her.
Not since that night in the factory a year ago. Even
though she pleaded with him, he
merely pleasured her with his mouth and hands and allowed
her to do the same to him.
He had forestalled her questions by telling her that he was
‘teaching’ her about passion
and didn’t want to push her so fast. Spike told her that he
felt bad about coercing her
into sleeping with him the first time and wanted to make up
for it by using all of his
skills to instruct her on pleasure. He said he wanted her
to be sure before she slept with
him again.
What she didn’t know was that Spike was withholding the
full physical
expression of his passion for her in order to gain control
in their relationship. He
wanted her with him for eternity. . . wanted her so
desperately he would use any means
at his disposal to acquire her. Including that ring.
It was a ring that master vampires gave to favored human
lovers. The ring
implied ownership as well as the handy side effect of
making her immortal. He had
placed three drops of his blood into a secret compartment
of the gold ring and recited
an ancient incantation. When the made love fully once more,
he would say another
incantation. Then, she would live as long as he did, their
lives would be forever
entwined.
Spike had mercilessly used his status as a vampire to
entice her, the thrill of the
forbidden was a powerful aphrodisiac. Especially to a girl
who had a dark side like
Willow. He hadn’t hid his demonic qualities from her,
instead he used them to his
advantage. Willow was captivated by his power and his
darkness. It called to the dark
space inside her, a place Spike wanted her to get in touch
with.
Spike had also made it plain that he wasn’t going to share
her with anyone else.
He listened while she told him of her breakups with both
Xander and Oz after his
departure and was inwardly grateful that their were no
rivals for her affections. . .not
that these potential lovers would have lived long.
He made it no secret that he killed nightly when he fed.
Willow had a hard time
accepting this, she shuddered when he told her. Then she
had railed at him, telling him
that she’d have the Slayer “stake his sorry ass” and he
could go to hell for all she cared.
Then she began to cry and tried persuading him not to kill,
to live off of bagged blood
like Angel. He had flatly refused and then grilled her
about her association with the
other vampire, jealously looking for any sign of
attraction. There had been none. Spike
had been put in such a good mood by her answers he offered
to kill only evil doers --
rapists and murderers while in town. They had compromised,
though he could tell that
Willow was still upset about him. . .but she still couldn’t
give him up.
That’s part of the reason Spike was confident that his
manipulations were
working. That and the fact that she had kept his presence
in Sunnydale a secret from
her little friends. He was slowly luring her away from
them. She seemed to spend less
and less time with them lately. Willow had even missed a
portion of a ‘research party’
to be with him. She was growing to need him as much as he
needed her. It wouldn’t be
long now. Not long at all.
“Tempting me, huh? To do what exactly?” She said, trying
to use humor to cover
up her feelings.
He pulled her to her feet and crushed her mouth with his
own, putting all of his
hunger into it. Spike thrust his tongue into her mouth,
mimicking the action with his
mouth that he longed to complete with the rest of his body.
He released her almost as
suddenly as he grabbed her. He needed to maintain control.
Unfortunately, they didn’t
have time for another “lesson” in passion this evening.
“I’ll show you tomorrow night,
pet.” Willow groaned and he smoothed her hair
affectionately. “Come on, get your
things. I’d better get you back home before curfew, like
the good little girl that you
are.” He grinned at her wolfishly.
~*~*~*~*~*
“So, it’s not just a rumor! Willow Rosenberg really does
live here.” The lights
flicked on and Willow was nearly blinded by the brightness.
Her best friend, the Slayer,
sat up in bed and fixed her with a concerned look. “What’s
the deal, Wills?”
“Deal? What deal? What are you talking about?”
“Wills, come on! It’s Buffy you’re talking to. I know
that something is going on.
I hardly see you anymore, you’re always sneaking into the
dorm late at night. You
hardly talk at the scooby meetings. I repeat . . .what’s
the deal?”
Willow took a deep breath and sat down beside Buffy. She
wasn’t about to
confess the truth or Spike would be a pile of ashes in less
than an hour. “I’m seeing
someone.”
Buffy’s pout turned into a delighted grin. ‘Bout time
Wills started dating again!
“Details, girl, I need some details! You must be hot and
heavy with this guy or you
wouldn’t be out all hours of the night.” She was relieved,
Willow wasn’t in trouble.
Willow winced. There was no escaping the Slayer’s
insatiable curiosity. She
gestured towards the door. “Come on, let’s go to one of
those all-night restaurants by
the mall and get some pie.” And on the way over, I can
think about a way to give you ‘details’
without saying too much.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike watched the Slayer and his love exit the dorm. He
crushed out his
cigarette and climbed surreptitiously out of his car so he
could follow them on the foot.
This was the one person which Spike feared. Not because of
her fighting ability or her
prowess with a stake. But because she could take Willow
from him. He knew that his
redhead was loyal to her best friend. Whenever she spoke
about Buffy her face would
light up, she credited the blond with her transformation
into the confident young
woman she was becoming. Willow must’ve thought herself
mousy until she’d become
one of the scoobies. Spike knew better, Willow hadn’t yet
plumbed the depths of her
strength. She had hidden depths that had nothing to do
with Buffy.
Perhaps it was time to eliminate the Slayer. Not like he
hadn’t killed one before.
He hadn’t put the full weight of will to destroy into
action yet. He’d always held back
in his fights with her because she was so much fun to
fight. Spike rarely had an
opponent as cunning as her. She challenged him, forced to
him to become a better
fighter. The predator in him admired her for her lethal
slaying abilities. Before
Angelus came back he’d wanted to play with her some more,
like a bored cat with a
cagey mouse. But then he’d been forced into making a deal
with her. A master vampire
reduced to bargaining with a lowly slayer!
His admiration for her fighting skills didn’t mean that he
wouldn’t kill her
though. If she came between him and Willow, he’d rip her
head right off her bony little
body. She was nothing to him. Spike didn’t even want to
taste her blood, something
he’d indulged himself in when he’d killed the first girl.
Sure, he’d been elated to drink
her. Blood of a Slayer and all that rot.
But her blood couldn’t even begin to compare with the
ambrosia of his redhead’s
essence. The sharp taste of the magic flowing through her
veins combined with the
sweet aftertaste of her purity. Spike felt his face change
as he thought about tasting her
again. He loved doing that, just after she climaxed, as
she lay with her warm limbs
entwined with his cool ones. Her small hands would trace
the ridges on his forehead
and she would shiver as she saw his intent. Then she
would eagerly tilt her neck to
receive his sharp kiss. She’d cry out as she thrashed
against him, mindless in her
pleasure. Spike groaned, now he was hard and hungry. He
walked behind them, unnoticed
in the shadows and kept his eye out for a ‘drive by happy
meal’ to temporarily sate his
thirst for blood.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike sat in the shadowed parking lot in the front seat of
an old junker. He’d
drained the middle aged man who’d owned it swiftly. The man
had been trying to
abduct a young woman from the deserted parking lot. Spike
got the distinct
impression that he’d done this before, judging by the roll
of duct tape, handcuffs, and
the gag he’d found in the car. He paused his musings to
wipe a trickle of blood from
his mouth. He honestly preferred sweet young things to
tough old birds like the man
but he was willing to put up with it for his sweet siren.
For awhile at least.
He watched from the window as the women spoke to each
other. By now, he’d
figured out Red’ expressions. And right now she was lying
through her teeth. It
amused him to no end as he watched the Slayer buy her lies.
It never even occurred to
the dimwit that her dependable best friend would lie to
her. Lie for him. It made him
feel warm inside, she must have some feelings for him to
blithely lie to the Slayer like
that. He must be important to her.
As soon as the girls finished their pie, they paid the
check and left the dingy
restaurant. Spike quickly ducked in his seat until they
passed him. Buffy asked Willow
to go on patrol with her and she agreed. He was once again
their silent shadow. They
made there way to a cemetery in record time. As usual, a
gang of vamps was there.
Willow stood to the side and watched her friends dispatch
them with a sort of
fascinated horror, thinking about how easy it might be for
Buffy to kill Spike.
Then a cool hand closed over her mouth and she was pulled
back against a well-
muscled chest. The scent of tobacco clung to her captor
and a roughened British voice
teased her ear. “Miss me, pet?” Willow nodded, his hand
still covered her mouth.
Curiously, she felt only a bit of fear and a sense of
anticipation. “Good girl.” He pulled
her back against a tree, the Slayer was busy fighting and
her view of them would be
obscured by the branches of the large tree they stood
under. “Know what happens to
good little girls?” He slid his hand from her mouth to run
it down her trembling
stomach.
“No.” She said breathlessly.
“They get rewarded.” His hand slid under her sweater to
cup her breasts
through her bra. Her roughly abraded her nipples with his
fingertips as his tongue
licked a path along the vein in her neck. She tried to
turn in his grasp, wanting to touch
him but he held her fast. “No, pet. Not this time. You’ve
got to keep an eye on her.”
Goddess! Had she completely lost her mind? They were
doing this in front of Buffy?
She struggled in his hold, worried about his safety but
then he slid his hand under her
skirt and cupped her sex in his palm. All conscious
thought escaped her. They hadn’t
had a chance to touch each other tonight and she was
aching. “Mmm. Maybe you’re a
bad girl, luv. Since when do you go without panties?” She
was soaked, coating the
finger he stroked her with easily. “Did you want me to be
able to get at you quickly?
Did you think about me touching you?”
“Yes.” She whispered, rotating her hips. She was mindless
in her need.
“Do you want me, pet? Want me to take you right here? In
the middle of the
cemetery with your friend standing only a few yards from
us?” He pulled her against
his hips, letting her feel how much he wanted her. She
rubbed up against him and he
brought two fingers to her opening, tracing it but he
didn’t sink in to her. “ Want me to
slide these inside you?”
“Yesssss.” She hissed, one hand clenching his arm as she
bucked against his hand
trying to force him inside.
“I see.” He slid one finger in, only half an inch. She
nearly sobbed in
disappointment. “Please, Spike.” She said softly, knowing
that’s what he was waiting
for.
He pushed them deep inside and Willow had to stuff one of
her knuckles into
her mouth to keep from crying out. Spike pistoned his
fingers in and out, in and out.
She bucked against him as he ruthlessly brought her to
climax. Just as she was sent
over the edge , he sank his fangs into her throat,
swallowing her rich blood in deep
gulps. He was greedy, she was so luscious that he wanted to
devour her. But he made
his demon settle for merely a taste.
Willow’s breathing slowly returned to normal. Spike had
taken quite a bit of
blood from her but she was fine. He lapped at her wounds in
order to savor each drop
of her delectable blood. He pulled back, enjoying the
sight of his mark on her. He
righted her sweater, taking care to cover his puncture
wounds in her neck. Wouldn’t do
to let Slutty see them.
Pulling her forward roughly, he ravished her mouth was
his. His lust for her
was still unsatisfied. Maybe they had time. . . he looked
over her shoulder to see the
Slayer dust the last vampire in the gang she’d come across.
Damn it! He dropped a
perfunctory kiss on Willow’s head and propelled her forward
on her shaky legs.
“Willow?” He called out in a rasping voice. She turned to
look at him. He slid his
finger into this mouth to taste her once more, all the time
watching her face. She felt
wetness pool between her legs again. “Delicious as always.”
He quirked an eyebrow at
her before he sauntered back into the night.
Willow moved into the Slayer’s field of vision and smiled
at her best friend.
“What’s wrong with you?” Buffy asked, a little breathless
from the fight.
“N-nothing. Just . . .wow! What a fight.”
“I know.” She sat down on a bench. “Ten of them and I
still won. I feel like
Superslayer.” Buffy smiled crookedly.
“Yeah. Superslayer.” Willow sat down next to her.
“You’re really good, huh?’
“I like to think so.” She looked at Willow’s expression.
“Hey! Don’t look so
down, you’re pretty powerful yourself witchy woman.”
Willow grinned, the guilt lessening a bit. “Yeah, guess
so.” Maybe she and
Buffy had a lot more in common than they both realized.
It’s not like Willow was the
only one to date the undead. Buffy had a vampire
boyfriend. She even kept him a
secret from them when he’d gotten back from Hell following
his killing spree.
Buffy rubbed her arms. “Let’s get out of here though, this
place still gives me the
creeps. We’ll hit a couple more graveyards before we head
for home.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Wake up, pet.” Willow’s eyes snapped open to see Spike
leaning over her in the
inky darkness of her dorm room. Wildly, her eyes sought
the form of the Slayer who
was sleeping soundly.
“What are you doing here?” She whispered furiously. “Buffy
might wake up any
second!” She’d given him an invitation two days ago against
her better judgement. She
sighed at her own thoughts. Like she had any good sense
when she was with him! All he had
to do was turn those blue eyes on and grin and she melted.

“I know, luv. But that makes it more exciting, doesn’t
it? Ads a little spice to the
taking.” He looked at the Slayer briefly before his hands
tugged at her blankets which
she held to her chin. “Besides, I’m still hungry for
more.” He licked his lips in
anticipation as the blankets slid from her grasp. He took
in her sleeping attire with
lustful appreciation. She wore cotton baby doll pajamas
with little stars sprinkled on
them. She still looked so virginal. And debauchery was
one of Spike’s areas of
speciality.
“Are you hungry, pet?”
“Very.” This was what she liked best, his words. He
could make her want him
so much with only his voice. He grinned as he pulled the
frilly bottom half of her
nightwear from her. He could see her cinnamon curls in the
muted moonlight. “I only
got a taste of you earlier. I want much more than that.”
Her legs spread of their own volition. Spike took a
pillow from underneath
Willow’s head and pushed it under her thighs. Now she was
completely at his mercy,
thighs splayed and thrust up to his voracious mouth like an
offering. He pressed a
fingertip to her mouth to warn her to be quiet. Then he
slid his tongue into her
honeyed warmth to taste the heart of Willow, the moist
center that seemed to call to
him. He groaned as he tasted her, he wanted to be inside
her so badly. But now wasn’t
the time for that.
After she came, he let her recover as he placed
gentle kisses to her brow. He was
still fully clothed. He was straining at his jeans, more
than ready to take her. She
slowly came back to herself and he smiled. It was time.
He took her mouth in act of
fierce possession before he slid off his coat and shucked
his t-shirt. He worked the
button on his jeans and lowered the zipper before he
climbed into her bed bare-chested.
“Can I touch you, now?’ She asked softly. In answer, he
brought her hand to the
line of crisp hair that formed at his belly button. She
traced it with a warm fingertip, all
the way down to his pulsing shaft.
She deftly extricated him from his jeans and placed on
kiss on the tip of weeping
head. Spike sighed as he slid his hands into her soft hair
and she loved him with her
beautiful mouth. She’d gotten so good at this after his
careful instruction. Willow
could bring him to orgasm faster than any other woman he’d
ever been with. She used
her hands, her talented tongue, and even her sharp little
teeth to bring him pleasure.
Soon, he flooded her mouth with his cold emission and she
swallowed all of it. His
mouth swooped down to take hers, he loved tasting himself
on her.

*~*~*~*~*

Spike strolled back home at a leisurely pace, a cigarette
dangled from his lips.
Yes, things were progressing nicely. Soon his siren would
belong to him. Forever.
Hmmm. . .fancy that.
 

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