Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow and Spike
Summary: Sequel to Freaked Out. What happens after Giles' apartment?
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with `Buffy the Vampire Slayer' or `Angel'. The show and characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: None really
Authors Notes: There might be just a small amount of bondage in this. I am also going with the assumption that his claws only come out when his fangs do. The song is A Little Bit More by Dr. Hook.
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`When your body has had enough of me
And I am laying flat out on the floor
When you think I've loved you all I can
I am gonna love you a little bit more'
Once outside of the apartment Spike could feel the tension radiating off the witch. He was so afraid that she was going to regret what had happened between them. And nothing bothered him more than that fact. He had wanted her for so long that when she had kissed him he never thought to tell her no. All he could think was that he finally had her right where he wanted her and he went for it. Willow waited for him to say something, anything. When he didn't make a move she turned to go. She thought that maybe Spike was just too embarrassed by how she took advantage of him to be able to say anything. She was the first to admit that she hadn't acted very Willowy inside of the apartment. She hung her head slightly, both in shame and to avoid any possible eye contact with the vampire standing next to her, then waited for a brief second more and turned to go.
Spike knew that if he let her go, his chance for something more with her would be gone. His mind filled with memories off her scent as he pumped in and out of her, and the sounds she made as she came. Those few things would forever be burned into his brain. He would hold those few memories close to him for the rest of his unlife, and in that moment he knew that he would never have enough of her. He would do anything to keep her where she belonged . . . which was with him, he decided.
The sound of her shoes on the courtyard bricks and the faint smell of salt on the air snapped him from his thoughts. As he watched her fading from him he knew it was now or never, and never was a long time when you lived forever.
"Red," his voice was soft, but he knew she had heard him because she paused in her retreat. She didn't turn to look at him, but she was still giving him a chance, and that was all he could really expect.
Spike moved up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She didn't pull away and he took that as a good sign. But it still wasn't enough for him after tasting her sweet kisses and feeling her warm hands. So he turned her to face him. He wanted to look her in the eyes when he bared his heart to her. He could see the unshed tears in her eyes. She didn't let them fall and held her head proudly as she looked straight into his eyes. But as he looked into hers, he could have sworn that he saw hope in their emerald depths.
He cupped her face in his hands. He tried not to let William surface, but as he struggled with his pride a single tear slipped from her eyes and the battle was lost.
"Willow, I don't how I got so lucky for you to end up in my arms tonight and I don't care, but I think you need to know that I have only begun to love you. I'm not one of those fools from your past who weren't smart enough to hold on to a good thing when they were lucky enough to find it."
Willow couldn't hold back her smile. Even with the tears in her eyes the smile was bright. "I don't really want for you to let me go either," she whispered. "I wouldn't have let what happened in there," she motioned toward the apartment, "happen if I didn't have feelings for you."
Spike couldn't believe his ears. Had she just said that she had feelings for him? He wanted to jump for joy. He could only hope that these were the kind of feelings that he had been wanting from her. If so, then they were more than what he had shared with Dru. He had so much he wanted to say to her in that moment, but instead he just leaned in and kissed her. Not the lustful kisses he had shared with her on the watcher's couch, but slow smoldering kisses that you could feel squeezing your heart. He hoped that they would convey all the promise he was holding for her.
Once he had released her lips and she trusted herself to speak, she said, "Do you want to come home with me?"
"Nothing could keep me away," he said as he kissed her lips again.
Willow just looked up at him and smiled, knowing that wasn't the whole truth, and the look she gave him conveyed that knowledge. They were about to start something that they would have to tell her friends about.later. Much later.
Responding to her look, Spike replied, "Okay, there is the whole you being the best friend of the slayer thing." He smiled softly. "But that is something that we can deal with later. After we see just how many feelings there are between us, don't you think?" he asked.
Willow nodded her approval. Spike pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly before releasing her. He knew they had better get a move on before someone came along to ruin their fun.
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Once they made it to Willow's parents' house she took out the keys and unlocked the door. Spike stopped her on the porch. "Willow, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I am not playing games here. Once I have you I won't ever let you go. Nothing will ever come between us again. I am, after all, a demon." he could see the questions in her eyes, "all the time. I am not like the wolf. I am what I am. Nothing will change that. But I have feelings for you, the likes of which I've never had for anyone else, and I will treat you accordingly."
Willow understood. He didn't want her to think that he was just looking to get off. He wanted more then just a quick fuck. He wanted her always and for some reason that didn't bother her. She wanted someone to be there for her no matter what. Always at her back, helping her up when she falls, and if Spike wanted the job, as far as she was concerned he had it.
"I am sure, Spike. I'm a big girl and I know what I am getting myself into. Come in, lover."
Spike couldn't keep the smile from his face as he passed through the doorway. He had a feeling that she didn't really know what she had gotten herself into, but she soon would. He had a whole world that he wanted to share with her. And starting tonight he was going to show her all he knew.
He closed the door behind them and slid the dead bolt home.
He wanted to make sure that they were not interrupted by anyone who might come looking for his witch in the morning. He knew they were due at the watcher's the next evening, but that was a long way off and right now all he had on his mind was showing his witch how much he wanted her.
Willow heard the lock click on the door and turned to look at Spike. "What is that all about?"
He looked at her and smiled a smile that was pure sex. "Only making sure that no one can just walk in here unannounced." He started to advance towards her like the predator he was. The look in his eyes held all the lust he felt for her. He removed his duster and dropped it on the table in the foyer.
Willow knew it was instinct that made her start to back away from him. She knew deep down that she had nothing to fear from him, but the way he was moving toward her made her heart pound in her chest. Once her back hit the wall behind her, he closed in and pinned her to the wall, a hand on each side of her body.
"Well, well doesn't look like your going anywhere," Spike purred right before he closed the gap between their lips. Spike could only hope that this time would be more like what he had dreamt about. He could take his time and love her slowly without the worry that someone was going to walk in and ruin his fun. He hadn't been able to believe his luck on the watcher's couch, and he was almost high on her. He had never once thought about really going after the witch. There was just too much in way, and he was tired of loving someone who wouldn't or couldn't love him back. But this time something felt so right he had to follow through. From this night on Willow would always be his, forever.
Willow smiled against his lips. There was something about being with him that made her unfettered and playful. She knew it wasn't the best idea, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She braced herself against the wall. Her hands slid up his chest, briefly playing with his nipples before she pushed him backward as hard as she could.
Spike hadn't expected the sudden move, at least that is what he told himself. She pushed just hard enough to move him back a couple of steps. He had prayed this wouldn't happen, but she must have changed her mind. He looked up to find her smiling playfully at him.
"That is what you think. There is always a way out." She winked at him and bolted for the stairs. "Catch me if you can."
Spike just stood there for a moment silently thanking whatever god that had brought them together. She was simply a dream come true; everything he needed to make him feel complete. His demon was dancing around inside of him. A chase! What else could they ask for? Ah yes, the capture. With that thought in mind Spike bounded up the stairs after her, a smile gracing his handsome features.
Willow ran into her parents' room and ducked into the closet on the wall opposite of the door. She waited with her ear pressed up against the door. She wanted to be ready when he came into the room. She had a plan.
Spike followed the sound of her heartbeat. She knew he was coming because her heart was beating faster and faster as he made his approach. He knew right where she was as he entered her parents' room. Silly girl she was hiding in the closet. He had to smile to himself. One would think that the smartest person in the Scooby Gang would know better than to corner herself in a closet.
Spike walked around the bed and closed in on the door to her self-imposed trap. He turned the knob and jerked the door open and jumped into the small space in just time to see the redhead throw open another door on the other side of the bed and take off again. Spike had to laugh; she had it planed. She knew he would be so caught up in the chase itself that he wouldn't think to check the other door.
He started to take off after her again but paused when he saw her father's ties hanging on the back of the door. He took two of them in his hand and smiled as he walked back out into the bedroom. He walked over to the bed posts and smiled. If she could have a plan then so could he. And he quickly tied one tie to each post at the head of the bed.
Once he was done he resumed the chase. It had been a long time since he had a good hunt. The best part was that this one was almost over and it would be time for him to collect his prize. And so after Willow he went, a happiness spreading through him that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Willow couldn't hear him, but she knew he was right behind her. She didn't dare look over her shoulder. As it was, her heart was pounding in her chest. She was getting a lot more into this game than she thought she would. She just about jumped out of her skin when she felt his arm wrap around her waist and spin her around to face him.
"Well, well kitten. I think you have been caught," he purred as he ducked his head into her neck. Her body was flushed from their play and he could feel her breasts heaving up and down from her labored breathing. But the squeal that left her lips as he flung her over his shoulder had him smiling. "Now tell me, pet? Where do I get to claim my prize? Want to go back to your parents' room?"
The startled gasp that escaped her as he headed in that direction made him laugh out loud. He knew she would react that way or he wouldn't have suggested it, but it was she herself that had gotten the game started. And now he was going to make her take it a step further.
Willow knew he was only kidding. He had to be kidding. But she started to have doubts when she saw her bedroom door fading into the background as he kept moving down the hall.
"Spike?" she asked.
"Yes luv,"
"That was my room back there."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she said in an irritated tone. She was starting to get annoyed with the way he was playing around. "I want to go back there." She pointed, knowing full well that he couldn't see her hands.
"No can do."
"And why not?" she demanded, feeling more than a little silly hanging off his shoulder.
"Because, there is nothing to tie your hands to in your room," he answered very matter of factly.
"Oh," she said, and then before she could even rethink her response she felt her body moving as he lifted her off his shoulder. She felt her back hit the soft comforter of her parents' bed. She went to sit up, but soon Spike's body was lying next to hers and he was kissing her. From that point on she was lost in the feel of his lips. Each kiss was slow and time consuming, draining the thoughts away before they were even fully formed.
Spike wanted to taste every inch of her skin, and he was intent on doing just that. His fingers slid down her side to rest briefly on her hip before skimming up under her shirt. Her skin was warm and he could feel his soaking up that warmth. It reminded him of how the sun used to feel on his skin as a young man. He released her lips just as he slid her shirt over her head.
Once the shirt was no longer hiding the beauty he had been seeking he felt Willow shiver. The blonde knew she was shy, but he didn't want her to be shy with him. He wanted to teach her how breathtaking she was.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her cheek. "Beautiful," he whispered again as he kissed her ear, pausing to nibble on the lobe for a brief moment before kissing her neck. He slid her bra strap down over her shoulder. He followed the strap's path with feather light kisses.
Willow slid her hands down his back and followed the top band at his waist, tugging his black shirt from his pants. He pulled away from her and allowed her to pull the shirt over his head. She ran her hands over his toned white flesh. She leaned her head forward and kissed each of his pecks right above the nipple while her hands slid down lower to the button of his jeans. When Spike felt her fingers pop the button he let a deep growl escape his lips. He tried not to; he wanted to let her touch him, but his need to touch her won out and he pushed her back on the bed, pinning her under his body.
`Come on over here
And lay by my side
I got to be touching you . . .'
Willow felt his hands sliding up her arms, his lips and tongue kissing and licking their way across the bare tops of her breasts. As his hands pushed hers up into the headboard, the bra straps down around her shoulders pulled her breasts up and into his waiting mouth to be eagerly devoured. Spike forced her legs apart and settled himself between them, using her skirt to keep them immobile while he slipped his hands along the headboard locating the ties he had put in place earlier. Once he had her hands secured, he pulled back.
Moving down and to the side of the bed he looked her over.
Willow felt the heat rise to every exposed surface of her skin. She wasn't sure how she felt about having her arms restrained, but he was looking at her in a way no one ever had before. And she wanted more, so much more then just his eyes on her.
Spike felt his cock tighten as he looked at her. Her hair was slightly messed and her skin seemed to glow pink from the inside. At first glace, with her hands tied above her head, she looked almost too innocent to touch. But once you looked into her eyes and saw the passion that raged in their depths, he almost felt like prey instead of predator. He could smell her arousal in the air. It was growing heavier with each passing second.
Spike morphed into his true form and half expected to smell just a touch of fear dancing in the air, but instead her desire only magnified. And he was tempted to test her and see just how far she would let him take this. His hands ran over her feet, then he leaned forward running his tongue along the bottom of her foot.
Willow tried to hard to lie still, but his tongue was to light and she had ticklish feet. She jumped. And without warning he slapped her thigh. Not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough to get her attention.
"You will lay still or I will draw blood. Do you understand?" he growled.
Willow could only nod. It seemed the cat had her tongue. She wanted tell him that she understood, that she would do as he told her to, but it seemed that he had taken the words right out of her mouth.
Spike smiled at her and showed her his ivory canines. And Willow shuttered at the sight of them. She knew what Spike was and didn't care. It was the way he made her feel that was important to her, not what lay under his skin. Spike slid his hands up her thighs and ripped the material of her skirt down the sides, leaving a trail of welts from her hip bones to her ankles as he pulled the two halves of her skirt away from her body. Willow couldn't hold back the moan that slipped from her lips. She was willing to take anything he would give her.
Spike moved back between her legs, running his hands up the inside of her thighs to make room for himself. He lifted first one leg into the air and turned it just so he could run his tongue up one side; licking at the welts and soothing them with his cooler mouth, and then going down the other side. Willow just wanted to feel him with her hands, but with her hands tied above her head she was forced to feel only with the parts of her body that he was touching.
He used his arms to keep his weight off Willow as he covered her body with his. Willow's eyes flickered closed as his hands ran up the insides of her thighs and along her tummy, across her rib bones until he reached the bottom of her bra. It was simple white cotton. When she had left the house this morning she never thought any of this would be happening so she had dressed for comfort and not to seduce. If she had known, she might have chosen something different.
Spike leaned into her left breast and ran his nose over the nipple that was pebbled under the fabric. Willow arched her back trying to encourage him to touch her more. While using her legs to help him shimmy out of his pants. Once they were low enough she used feet to finish removing his pants. Spike took the movement for what it was and slid his hand under her back, unhooking the bra. Willow moaned again and arched still further against him as one of his nails scratched her back. Spike pulled one of the cups down with his teeth revealing one perfect nipple to him as he ran his tongue across the nipple he had been denied before. Willow whimpered and pushed her breast as far as she could toward his waiting mouth. She could feel his ridges against her breast bone and his hard cock rubbing against the inside of her thigh. She shifted her body just a touch so that his cock was at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her; she didn't want to play games with him. She wanted to give herself to him.
Spike allowed her the small movement and groaned when the tip of his cock brushed against her wet opening. She was more than ready for him, but he wanted to drive her to the edge of sanity with her own lust. He wanted to give her something that she would find nowhere else. Willow felt his ridges melt away as his mouth attacked her breast, first one and then the other, with a gentle sucking, then as his need for her grew so did the amount of pressure. And Willow loved it. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own and it reacted to Spike accordingly. Her chest arched into his mouth and she rubbed herself as best she could against the tip of his cock. Spike groaned and leaned forward just a bit. He could feel her tightening and relaxing her internal muscles trying to draw him in. And for a brief moment he found himself following her rhythm; never going all the way, but just enough to keep her moving toward her pleasure. He could feel her start to shake. Not from an orgasm, but from her need to take him in, and that's when he pulled away from her, startling her.
"What?" her voice was shaking with desire.
Spike didn't answer; her he just smiled at her as he resettled himself back between her thighs, his face resting on her upper thigh. Spike began stroking her outer lips with his fingers.
Willow relaxed back into the pillow and her breath left her in a shuttering gasp, her eyes fluttering closed. She thought that maybe he had changed his mind when he had pulled away, but when she felt his head come to rest on her leg she knew he wasn't going anywhere. But without being able to touch him, to hold onto him she felt as if she didn't know what was going to happen next.
"Willow, don't close your eyes. Stay with me," he whispered.
`Look into my eyes
And give me that smile
The one that always turns me on . . .'
Willow leaned as far forward as her arms would allow and looked him in the eyes. She smiled, nodding her understanding, and Spike smiled back before dipping his head between her legs. He never broke eye contact with her as he ran his tongue along her outer lips. Willow could only shiver as his touch. Spike parted her lips with his fingers, swirling his tongue around her clit, reveling in her taste. She tasted of their earlier lovemaking, and he didn't mind at all. He loved the fact that she wore his scent on her. He was starting to think that there was nothing about her that he didn't love.
Willow ran her legs up and down his sides as he teased her clit, but when his fingers found her core her left leg slid across his back and her calf rested against the back the of his head. It was the only way she could touch him.
Spike slid first one finger and then another into her.
Willow pushed her back into the bed and lifted her hips up into his touches. Her breathing became labored and she was finding it harder and harder to stay focused on his eyes when the rest of him was doing such wonderful things to her body. He was sucking harder and harder on her clit and his fingers seemed to be touching every spot inside of her that would bring her pleasure.
Spike knew she was close; her body was shaking and her head had fallen back onto the pillow, and she was moaning and rambling. And when he knew it was time, he pulled away from her and Willow jerked up to see what had happened to him.
Spike sat up on his haunches at the bottom of the bed, his face glistening with her juices. He just sat there for a moment smiling at her. She had never been so close and just had it ripped from her like that before.
"Spike?" Her voice barely had the strength to speak his name much less her question.
"Yes, pet?" He asked as he ran his hands up her legs.
"What . . . why?" she stammered.
Spike moved up her body and kissed her softly. He made sure to rest his weigh on his arms as to not crush her. His rock hard cock was now back to brushing at her weeping core. He smiled softly at her as he pushed the head into her.
Willow moaned and licked her dry lips as she tried to push down onto him. But he just was not close enough for her to take anymore of him into her. She moaned in frustration. She wanted him inside of her now, but he seemed intent on playing with her. Willow tugged on the binds that held her hands.
"Spike, please let me touch you," she begged.
Spike knew he could make her stay there just like that forever and there was nothing she could do to stop him He could take his time with her and make her quiver with need for hours before he gave in and took her over the edge, but he could tell that she had enough of the games. He morphed into his demon just as he buried himself inside of her. He reached with first one hand and then the other and ripped through the ties. And Willow hands immediately ran over his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Now that her hands seemed to be touching every inch of his skin she could reach, he lost all of his control and begin to pound into her at a frenzied pace. One of her hands curled around the back of his head as he sucked on the skin of her neck and the other dug into his back as she met each of his trusts.
Spike knew he couldn't hold out much longer and reached between them to find her clit and twisted it harshly as he exploded inside of her, growling her name into her neck. Willow's head flew back as she arched into his hand and yelled her release as her walls clamped down on his cock.
Spike wanted to move off her, but seemed completely unable to. He knew his weight would be too much for her, but still she clung to him. He managed to find just enough strength to roll over onto his back and bring Willow next to his side; she moaned her disappointment of losing him from inside of her.
"Get some rest pet, because we are going to do it again when you wake up."
Willow smiled at him and closed her eyes. And he lay there listening until her heart slowed and her breathing evened out. He would let her rest for awhile before he woke her for another round.
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Willow woke the next evening feeling relaxed and slightly achy all over. She blushed at the thought of things that she and Spike had done in the late hours of the night. Most of the things they had done had been Spike's idea, but she hadn't even tried to change his mind. She had let him do with her as he pleased, and she had enjoyed every minute of it. She smiled to herself and rolled over, expecting to find Spike lying in bed next to her. When she didn't feel him next to her she sat up.
"Where did he go?" she asked out loud.
Spike opened the door to her parent's room. "Come on sleepy head. You need to get up and get a move on. We are due at the watcher's in about two hours." He put on a smile just so she wouldn't know that he didn't really want to go to the watcher's. He wanted to just stay here with her. He was still unsure of how she would act once in the company of her friends. Would she still want him or would she suddenly be filled with regret when it came time to tell her friends about them. He guessed the only way to find out was to go to the watcher's and find out.
Willow smiled at him and stretched in the bed and Spike had to bite back a groan when he saw the sheet slip down to reveal her pert breasts to his gaze. He just stood there in the doorway wishing they had more time because he would love to ravish her again. But she needed to get something to eat and a shower . . .
Spike walked into the room and over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and looked at his witch.
"Do want to get something to eat on the way to watcher's?"
"Yeah that would be fine," she answered.
"Good, that gives us time to take a shower." he said, his voice low and husky and Willow shivered at the way he raked his eyes over her form.
"A shower? We?"
"Oh pet, I have just begun to love you. Besides the sooner we get to the watcher's place and get the meeting over with the sooner we can get back here and do it all again." And Spike leaned over and captured her lips in a kiss as he scooped her up into his arms and headed to the bathroom.
Willow could feel the moister pooling between her legs at the thought of what Spike was suggesting and by the leer on his face he could smell it as well. She hoped that some day she would get use enough to the feelings that he stirred in her that her face didn't always turn bright red as it was now.
`When your body has had enough of me
And I am laying flat out on the floor
When you think I I've loved you all I can
I am gonna love you a little bit more . .
.'
Willow smiled as she munched on the sandwiches they had gotten after they left her house. She felt Spike tense as they neared the block of the apartment complex that Giles lived in. He had been too quiet since they had left her house and she wondered what was on his mind. She slid her hand into his duster pocket to retrieve his when she felt a scrap of fabric in his hand. She pulled his hand out of the pocket. When she looked down she realized that it was her panties from the night before. Willow looked up at him with surprise on her face.
"Look, pet, I know what you're thinking. I just want something to remember you by. I know this won't last; I am no fool. I know that when your friends find out it is over. Now, I don't want you to think that I am going to start following you around or anything. But when I am alone, I want to remember you like you were these last few hours."
Willow reached up and touched his face. "I had thought that we would face my friends together. I had no intentions of ending this now. I thought you wanted to be with me. To see what a life together would be like. Isn't that what you want?"
Spike really had thought that she would back out when it came time to face her friends. But here she was telling him that it wasn't going to happen. She would stand up for them. He smiled softly at her and leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was slow and soft. It was a kiss filled with a lifetime of promise. Spike wrapped his arm around her as they made their way to the front door of Giles' apartment.
`Got to say a few things that have been on
my mind
And you know where my mind has been
I guess I've learned my lessons
And now is the time to begin
So if you're feeling alright
And you're ready for me
I know that I am ready for you
We better get it on now
`Cause we have a whole life to live through
When your body has had enough of me
And I am laying flat out on the floor
When you think I I've loved you all I can
I am gonna love you a little bit more . .
.'
THE END!