Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP ... purely fluff. Willow and Spike naughty-goodness involving a bath.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story.
Distribution: my group, nha, wls, vampyre haven, soulmates, and bite me. Anyone else please ask first.
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A/N: I realize that, as Joss never told us, we know next to nothing about Giles' life pre-Sunnydale. As such, please accept the fact that in this story he has sisters and move on. :) Also, for the purposes of this story, Spike can bite a willing victim.
Thanks to Missy and Gabrielle for the extra quick beta! Love you both!
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Willow walked slowly back to Giles' apartment, grumbling the entire way. The Watcher who walked beside her was equally annoyed, though he tried not to let it show as openly as Willow did. She kicked a small stone out of her way and turned to Giles, her eyes flashing. "I can't believe that stupid demon! Who did he think he was? I mean, come on! This shirt was brand new! And you! You could have told me that it would explode when it died! I could have moved farther away!"
Giles fought off a grin as he listened to Willow's mini-tirade. "Willow, dear, you're right. I should have told you that the demon would explode. But, why did you wear a new shirt on patrol, anyway?"
"I wanted to," Willow said stubbornly before her eyes widened as a thought came to her. "Giles, do I have demon goo in my hair?"
Looking at her lowered head, he grimaced. "Yes, you do. Willow, I'm sorry but there's no way you can go back to the dorms looking like that. You simply cannot hide the evidence this time, so to speak. Could you shower at your parents' house?"
She bit her lip thinking for a moment before shaking her head. "No, they're actually in town and having a party tonight. I think me walking in and up the stairs covered in bright yellow goop would be a bit ... out of place with their friends."
Giles smirked. "Indeed. You'll just have to clean up at my place then before going back to the dorms. Will Buffy be back tonight?"
Again, Willow shook her head. "No. She and Riley won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. It's Xander and Anya who were supposed to be back tonight, but right before I left to meet you, he called to say they wouldn't make it in until tomorrow morning sometime. Do you think it's unfair that they both went on vacation at the same time and left us here to guard the Hellmouth?"
"Unfair? Possibly. But, they did deserve a break. Yet, at the same time, so do we."
"Agreed."
"That settles it then," Giles said as they arrived at his door. "The next three day weekend that comes about, if there is no impending apocalypse, you and I have the weekend off to do whatever we please and Buffy and Xander can tend to the Hellmouth."
Willow grinned. "Yay."
"Yay?" Giles asked, letting them into the apartment.
"There's another three day weekend in about two weeks ... okay, so it's really the beginning of Christmas vacation, but big deal, right?"
"Two weeks?"
Willow turned on the kitchen light and got herself a glass of water. "Yeah."
Giles smiled. "England is lovely in December."
Willow grinned. "I bet. Going to see Olivia, then?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Willow rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her. "Um, Giles?"
"Yes?" He asked as he washed his hands at the sink.
"Speaking of England ... how are we going to clean up with Spike tied up in your bathtub?"
Giles groaned. "I forgot about him," he paused. "Though it probably doesn't matter. It's not even two am yet ... he's most likely going to be gone for another two hours at least."
Willow tilted her head, confused. "Gone?"
Giles nodded. "He sneaks out every night now. I think he thinks I don't know. Stupid bugger."
Willow bit her lip. "You just let him go?"
"He can't hurt anyone, Willow. You know that. I'm only keeping him here because Buffy's insisted on it, she's quite adamant that Spike is to be treated like a hostage at all times. He has, however, been coming and going as he pleases for about a week now. He always returns and somehow manages to tie himself back up, so I really do not see the harm in letting him continue," Giles paused his lengthy explanation and smiled at her. "He is a Master Vampire, after all, and he's got a very old habit of doing whatever he wants, when he wants. If sneaking out the bathroom window keeps him happy enough to not complain all the time, so be it."
"Okay, I can see how that line of thinking is reasonable. But you are right ... Buffy would not understand at all," Willow said as she tilted her head to the side. "Giles? What's bugger mean?"
She couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped her when Giles almost choked on the water he'd been drinking. She knew he hated it when she asked him questions like that ... but, she just loved making him uncomfortable. Willow grinned at the blushing man and pointed to the stairs. "Go ahead and take your shower. I'm going to see if I can get most of this stuff off of me down here and then take a bath when you're done ... if that's okay."
Giles nodded. "That's fine, Willow. I won't be long."
"Take your time," she said as he walked quickly up the stairs, careful not to get any goo on the floor.
***
Willow was sitting at the kitchen table when Giles returned. She had managed to get the majority of the demon remains off of her arms and hands using the dish soap, and hoped that Giles had left her enough hot water so that she could both rinse off in the shower and take a bath. She didn't want to wash her hair in the bath, but would if there wasn't enough hot water to do otherwise. She was lost in her thoughts when Giles tapped her shoulder. "Willow? Are you listening?"
"Oh! Sorry Giles. I saw you come in, but then I got lost in my thoughts again ... what were you saying?"
Giles smiled. "I said that there's plenty of hot water left if you want to take both a shower to finish cleaning up and a bath to relax."
Willow smiled brightly. "Wow! It's like you read my mind!"
Giles chuckled. "Nonsense. I merely ... well, suffice it to say I have three sisters."
"You do?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"I didn't know that."
Giles smiled weakly and told Willow where the extra towels were, effectively changing the subject. "And there's also an extra tooth brush under the sink if you'd like it."
"Okay. Thanks, Giles!"
Heading out of the kitchen and up the stairs, Willow was very careful not to drip on any of her mentor's possessions. She walked into the small bathroom and quickly found the tooth brush. She loaded it with toothpaste, stuck it in her mouth and turned on the shower. She undressed and brushed her teeth while she waited for the water to heat up, then stepped under the warm spray. She sighed as the water began to wash away the slime that still coated her body. Making quick work of washing the yellow grime away -- off her skin and out of her hair -- Willow finished her shower in record time, even for her. She smiled as she rinsed the tub out. "Guess I get to take an even longer bath ..." she whispered to herself.
She stepped out of the tub as it filled and searched through Giles' collection of soaps for something that would be suitable for bubble bath. She found a bottle of vanilla scented shampoo and smiled. Willow poured a generous amount of the liquid soap under the running water and swished it around to make the bubbles. Her eyes caught sight of the restraints that Giles had been using to keep Spike detained and her thoughts turned from bubbles to the blond vampire.
Spike was, Willow had decided not too long before, quite yummy. Buffy had already started teasing her about the amount of time she spent staring at him. Teased her so much to the point, in fact, that Willow was sure Spike had figured out that she was attracted to him. She had caught him looking at her a few times, a strange expression on his face ... one that someone might say was longing. But then he'd catch her catching him and his face would become expressionless and unreadable again. Willow sighed as she stepped into the hot bath water and turned off the tap. 'I just wish I knew what to do with him,' she thought. 'I mean, do I go ahead and crush on him, or do I run for the hills? He is a vampire, after all.'
Willow had just relaxed in the water when Giles knocked on the door. "Willow?"
"Uh ... yeah?"
"I'm sorry, but I've got to run out for a bit ... a friend just called from a bar. Seems he's too pissed to see himself home. I'll be back as soon as I can, all right?"
"Okay, but um ... he's pissed? As in pissed off?"
Willow heard Giles laughing softly through the door. "No," he said. "He's just drunk."
"British people are so weird."
"I'll see you soon," Giles said, still laughing softly.
"Okay."
A minute or two later, Willow faintly heard the door open and close and knew that Giles had gone. She took a deep breath and began to relax once more. She grabbed the wash cloth off the side of the tub and wet it, being sure to get it nice and warm. Placing it over her face, Willow moved so that almost all of her small body was covered by the water. The only parts visible were her shoulders, neck, and head. Warmed through and through, and completely relaxed, Willow never heard the window open.
***
Spike stared at the sight before him in muted shock. Red -- <i>his</i> Red -- was taking a bath in the tub that he was supposed to be tied up in. Vaguely, he realized that her presence meant that the Watcher did in fact know that he'd been sneaking out, but he could not make himself care at the moment. The beautiful goddess in front of him was steadily consuming all of his brain cells, forcing him to think only of her.
Making his decision to stay until she was finished, Spike slipped off his duster and took off his boots. Quietly, he removed his socks and the unbuttoned shirt he wore over a tee shirt. Glancing once more that the bathing witch, he decided to take an even bigger chace, he took his tee shirt off as well and walked slowly over to the bathtub. He knelt beside her on the floor and carefully dipped a finger into the water. Slowly then, he traced a line up her arm, causing her to bolt upright quickly.
Her eyes wide with shock and a bit of fear, Spike watched her face as she realized what she was seeing. Willow opened her mouth to say something and Spike took the opportunity to kiss her. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue along her bottom one. He grinned slightly when she moaned and opened her mouth, eagerly kissing him back. After a few moments, she broke away breathless and looked at him. "Spike."
"Red."
"You kissed me."
He licked his lips. "Yes, I did," he said as he reached one of his hands up to cup her face, tilting it up to his. "And now, I'm going to join you."
"Join me?"
"In your bath, luv."
Willow blushed a bright red. "Yeah, but I'm naked in here."
Spike smirked and reached out, squeezing one of her exposed breasts. "I can see that."
***
Willow found herself moaning when Spike squeezed her right breast. Somehow, between the shock of seeing him beside the tub and him kissing her, she'd forgotten that she was no longer submerged in the water. She leaned into Spike's touch and groaned when he moved away.
"Not going anywhere, luv," he said as he removed his belt and began to unbutton his pants.
Willow licked her lips and decided to throw all of her caution out of the window. Slowly, she lifted herself out of the bath water until she was standing in the tub, bubbles and water trailing down her body. At Spike's sudden intake of breath, Willow smiled and reached out to him. He moved closer and she snaked an arm around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. She moved her arm from around him and began to trail both hands down his body, never once breaking the kiss. Spike groaned as she hooked her fingers into his jeans and pulled his denim covered groin up against her bucking hips. He pulled out of the kiss and stared at her in wonder. "This is unexpected ... thought I'd have to convince you."
Willow grinned. "Want me to stop and play all hard to get and chaste?"
"Hell no," Spike said shaking his head.
He pulled himself out of her grasp and made quick work of removing his jeans. Willow gasped as his erection sprang into view. "Goddess, Spike ..."
"Like what you see, pet?"
Willow didn't respond, she simply pulled him to her once again and urged him to get into the tub. "Giles went out," she whispered in his ear.
"Good," Spike said lowering himself and Willow into the water. "Because I want to make you scream."
Willow shivered as his cool body pressed up against her back, the hot water pooling around them. "Promise?"
Spike snaked a hand around her and down her body, running a finger along her slit. He flicked her clit once before plunging a single digit inside her wet channel. Willow moaned loudly and bucked against his hand slightly. Spike smiled against her hair. "Promise," he told her.
He slowly inserted another finger into her tight passage and circled her clit with his thumb. Willow arched against him, her head leaning back to rest on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue seeking hers. He curled his fingers so that he brushed up against her sweet spot and Willow broke the kiss, panting. "Goddess, Spike! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
"Not going to stop, pet," he said as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Willow whimpered and pushed herself more onto his fingers. "More ... I need more," she said breathlessly.
Spike stilled his fingers and Willow groaned in frustration. Spike just grinned and whispered in her ear, saying, "Turn around, Red."
She did so carefully and ran her hands over the muscles of Spike's pale chest. "You are so beautiful."
"Think that's my line."
She blushed and leaned in, kissing him soundly. Spike wrapped his arms around her and pulled the wash cloth out of the water, soaping it up with the bubbles. "Tell me, pet, exactly what are you doing in the Watcher's bathtub at three in the morning?"
Willow sighed as Spike began to wash her delicate skin. "Demon went kaboom. There was goo. It was yellow."
Spike chuckled. "So Gurluc exploded on you, did he?"
"Gurluc?"
"Was his name."
Willow moaned as Spike ran the rough cloth over her breasts and down her stomach. "Oh, friend of yours?"
"Nah ... was a bloody pouf, he was. Dirty bugger, too."
Willow gasped as Spike ran his wash cloth covered fingers over her dripping slit. "Bugger ... there's that word again. Oh, Goddess ... do that again."
Spike chuckled and repeated the action of flicking her clit back and forth, the cloth providing Willow with a new kind of friction. "Like that, Red?"
"Uh huh. Don't stop."
Spike increased his movements, speeding her along towards the orgasm that was building inside of her, and Willow pressed herself against his fingers, seeking more. She began to tremble as she neared completion, Spike's fingers never ceasing their cloth covered attack on her clit. She captured his lips with hers and screamed into his mouth when he suddenly pinched a nipple, sending her over the edge.
***
Spike, his erection becoming painful, could take no more. As soon as Willow came, he kissed her hard and lifted them both out of the tub. He stood her up on the floor, carefully making sure she didn't fall down, the after effects of her orgasm still coursing through her body. He stepped out of the water himself, and with one arm around Willow, he reached into the cabinet and pulled out a thick beach towel. He fanned it out onto the floor and lowered Willow down onto the makeshift blanket.
"Willow?" he asked.
She looked up at him, her green eyes filled with lust. "Now, Spike. Take me."
He wasted no more time and quickly settled himself between her open legs. He positioned himself at her entrance and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. Willow cried out as he pushed into her, reminding him that she wasn't as experienced as some girls. He reached between them and began to stroke her clit, causing her to moan and thrust her hips up; making her relax enough to take him all the way into her tight channel.
"Oh, gods, Willow ... so tight, so good."
"Spike, take me. Please."
"I am taking you, Red," he said as he pulled slowly out of her depths only to thrust back in.
"Take me faster."
Spike chuckled, but complied, speeding up his thrusts. "You're so hot, luv. Burning me up, you are. Feels so good."
"More ... please," Willow begged. "I need more."
He kissed her deeply and pulled out of her. She looked up at him confused, but he silenced her concerns with another kiss. "Get on your knees, Red."
Her eyes wide, Willow did as he asked. Spike moved behind her and stoked her back gently before plunging into her wet pussy. They both cried out at the sensation, and Spike began to thrust into her hard. Willow pushed back against him with everything she had and Spike soon found himself nearing his completion. He reached around and flicked Willow's clit side to side rapidly, wanting her to come with him.
"Oh Goddess! Spike! Fuck me harder, please!"
Spike, spurred on by her words, began to pound into her, his fingers never leaving her clit. He felt her inner walls begin to contract and lifted his other wrist to his mouth, preparing to bite.
Willow reached around and pulled his hand back to her hip, needing him to hold her steady. "I'm so close, Spike ... "
"Me too, luv."
"You can bite me if you need to. I want you to, so the chip won't go off."
Taking her at her word and deciding not to argue, Spike increased his thrusts once again, just as Willow did the same. He leaned down and ran his tongue along her pulse point before sucking the skin into his mouth quickly. He pinched Willow's clit and bit into her neck at the same time, and she screamed his name as she came. As her rich, sweet blood filled his mouth, Spike came hard, pouring his seed into her body.
***
Willow couldn't move. Spike was still inside of her, still collapsed on her back. She smiled. "You okay?"
"Uh huh. You?"
"More than. That was ... wow."
"No kidding."
She felt Spike lift up and pull out of her a second before she found herself being pulled into his arms. He kissed her softly, his hands in her hair. "I've wanted to do that for so long, Red. Now that I've had you ... I don't think I'll be able to give you back."
Willow grinned. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Good, then. 'Cause I kinda want you to keep me."
Spike laughed and kissed her again. "Think you need another bath, pet."
"A shower will work, too," Willow said giggling.
He nodded, saying, "Probably right."
"Wanna join me?"
Spike grinned and kissed her lightly. "Of course. We wouldn't want you to miss any spots, would we?"
"Nope," Willow said. "But, you should know, I'm not getting out of that shower until I'm all squeaky clean."
"Countin' on it, luv," Spike said as they stepped into the tub once more, closing the curtain around them.
***
Forty-five minutes later, Willow stood in front of Spike -- her arms wrapped around him. They were standing in front of the bathroom window, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Willow heard the door downstairs open and close and reluctantly pulled away from Spike. "Giles is home."
Spike nodded. "Yeah. He'll insist on driving you back to the dorm, won't he?"
"Probably. But, you could meet me there ..."
He grinned. "You inviting me over, pet?"
Willow squeezed his hand. "If you want to come over, feel free. Buffy's not home and well ... I don't want this night to end yet."
"Good," Spike said. "Neither do I. Go on downstairs and let Giles drive you back. I'll follow, and see you there in about thirty minutes, okay?"
Willow nodded. "Are you sure I look all right?" she asked, changing the subject.
Spike chuckled. "Red, you're wearing a pair of jeans and one of my tee shirts ... you look good enough to eat."
"Promise?" Willow asked suggestively.
Spike nodded. "On my unlife, luv. On my unlife."
He kissed her deeply then, but only for a moment before opening the window and disappearing from sight. Willow turned and looked in the mirror, making sure that she had successfully hidden the puncture wound on her neck. Satisfied, she turned and walked out of the bathroom, eager to get home. Her vampire would soon be waiting for her, after all.
The End