He was kissing her! She couldn't believe it! It was better than in her
dreams...he was so intense, it was so incredible...maybe she should
respond. Willow gave a little breathy moan and returned the kiss with
fervor.
*****
Spike couldn't believe he was kissing her. His fire-haired goddess from
his
dreams was in his arms, giving as much as she got. He had to still
be
dreaming, because this couldn't be real.
*****
I've wanted this for so long, I want him to take me. Right here, right
now.
Hard and fast. I want him to claim me.
*****
I want to claim this little witch, make her mine so no one else can
touch
her, kiss her, look at her like I know others do. I want to hear her
scream
my name, only my name, as I make her come, as I possess her. But not
here,
not now. She deserves more than a quickie on a couch.
Spike reluctantly pulled away from the delicious lips of Willow and
stared
down at her face. Her eyes were half-closed and sleepy, her cheeks
flushed,
her lips parted and bruised. She'd never been more beautiful to him.
Willow blinked a few times, surprised at his actions and more than a
little
confused. Why had he pulled away? Did he not want her like that? Was
the
kiss just a misunderstanding, a fluke? She felt his eyes on her and
glanced
up, seeing the intensely passionate gaze that raked her face in what
could
only be described as satisfaction. Willow suddenly realized that he
had
broken their kiss because they were lying, clearly visible, on Angel's
couch. Anyone could have walked in and seen them. Embarrassed heat
rushed
into her face, what had she done? She'd turned into some sort of wanton
animal, not caring about anything except Spike's lips on hers, his
hands on
her body. Even now she felt delicious heat spread through her stomach
as
Spike's hand, which had been resting on her ass, shifted position.
Spike saw a rush of emotions pass across the redhead's face, surprise,
confusion, understanding, embarrassment, lust. He was amazed at how
open
she was, sort of like an open book. He could almost read her thoughts
through her expressions. When she looked him directly in the eyes,
something passed between them.
Just as Spike began to tell her how much he wanted her, voices came
down
the hall, towards them. Willow jumped up, smoothing down her ruffled
hair
and not looking at Spike. She started to say something, but was interrupted
by Angel.
"Sleep well?" Laughter hid in his words.
"Like a log, haven't slept that good in weeks." Spike grinned and stood
up,
looking as if nothing had happened. Willow stared at him. Well, if
he could
do it, so could she!