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Spoilers: season 5
Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: R for sexual situation
Summary: Spike is a gentleman...sorta.
A/N: Thanks to Jennillu and Kat for the beta. Jenni where is Race? I am jonesing! Kat you know I want LC. And can we all agree that Odalisque was awesome?? Thanks Laura!
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He takes a step back from me, wary.
"What are you playing at, Red?"
I have to gather my courage this time in order to repeat it, so taking a deep breath, I let him have it. "Well, I know the chip stops you from hurting people, but there is a level of hurt that you can give without it firing. Believe me, I've felt it.And I was reading some of Giles' books that he keeps hidden in his office about, well, how feeding and hunting and, uh, sex, are uh, all you know, well you really do know, um, it's tied together for vampires. So I was thinking that it really can't hurt that much, a bite I mean, unless you want it to hurt, if you do it, you when you, um, do it."
I finish with a sigh and glance up at him. Spike seems to be thinking this over and suddenly grins. "So you want me bite you while shagging," he reiterates, eyebrow cocked just so.
"Yes.I mean no! I just.I think that you can heal better if you have human blood and, hey, 100% human here." I can't actually tell him that I've wondered about this since Angel bit Buffy. She never mentioned pain, at all. So when Harmony took a chunk outta me and it hurt so much, I just had to do some research. Hence, this experimental test. Goddess, I can almost believe my own lies. I bite on my bottom lip while he paces, running his hand through his damp hair.
"It's curly," I say, grinning and probably sounding too much like awww-cute-puppy so he stops to glare and me, making my face fall. "I've got gel here somewhere," I offer quickly as I scowl. It seems to appease him for the moment and he goes back to pacing. Geez.him and Angel and their haircare issues.
"Red.you don't bloody understand, do you? What you're offering me?"
"Yeah, blood. Mine." I roll my eyes and then feel the need to clarify. "Not a lot or anything, but enough."
To say that I am surprised when his hands clamp down on my upper arms tightly and he lifts me off the ground is to say that Drusilla has a little problem paying attention.
"Your blood given to me! The kind of bite it would have to be so that it didn't hurt you." His sentence trails off, the small tantrum over, and he sets me down, releasing me, and slips away from me.
"Spike," I sigh, "I don't see the problem. It's only blood."
"Only blood," he repeats and can I just weigh in here and say that I hate it when he does that, as if what I'm saying doesn't sound stupid enough the first time. "All right then." He gets a look on his bruised face and I'm pretty sure I don't wanna know what he's thinking.
"All right what?" I ask, feeling like this is the old Spike and I am about to be tricked.
"What you said.all of it. I do want to bite you. You've know that since the bloody chip stopped me. So let's do it."
This is what I wanted, right? "Oh.okay. What do I do?"
It takes every ounce of my resolve to stand there while he walks up to me. "You bleed."
He inhales deeply and I don't know what he's sniffing for, but whatever it is, it seems like he likes it because he gets this dreamy look on his face before settling those baby blues on me.
"Let's sit on the sofa." He takes my hand and leads me to the living room, dropping onto the couch and pulling me down on his lap. Okay, not exactly what I planned, but it does feel nice and does he have on underwear?
"Relax, Red. Not gonna bite...well actually I am, but you're stiff as a board."
"Okay, say this works. What's to stop you from, you know, draining me?"
"Bloody chip'll kick in if I try to harm you. Death constitutes harm, luv."
I nod, mostly convinced that this will go well, and take a cleansing breath. Meanwhile he seems bent on rearranging me so that I am straddling his lap and face to face with his naked skin, skin so translucent that there are tiny blue veins marbling the pale canvass of his flesh.
"If you get skittish, tell me and we'll stop, all right?" I nod again and try not to squirm.
I wait for him to start, but am still startled when his hand comes to push a curl behind my ear. His finger trails down to my neck and I shiver at his touch, fear I think, but kinda not the same as when he was sniffing my neck in the factory that night. This feels almost nice.
His other hand is snaking up my spine, creating all kinds of sensations that I thought were strictly Tara-induced. My back arches and I wiggle on him, as his face falls into the opening of my blouse. He kisses the curve of my breast and I pull back as he lifts his head to look at me.
Hungry. Hungry for me, as if I am the only thing that will sate his desires, his passions, his thirst. Something inside me flips and clenches and I wiggle again, pulling him to me, eyes still locked until our lips meet.
The pounding of my heart is audible to me; for him it must sound like a drum. Blood rushes through me, burning me, and we kiss. His lips are softer than I expected and I wonder briefly why I had formed an opinion at all, given my latest preference.
Hands roam my body, touching, caressing and squeezing in all the right places. I can't breathe and tear away, sucking in great gulps of air before he snatches me by my hair and pulls me back to him.
Devouring me...and I like it, want it, can't think of anything but him and what he makes me feel. Gods, I'm hot and wet and I know he can smell it because I can and I can feel what this does for him as well. What I do for him. He is hard and grinding up into me. We break the kiss as my head falls back and I rock my hips, ready to take off my pants and let him inside.
Then his mouth, cool, but burning on my neck has me moaning and I feel exposed and needy. I want this as much as he does...maybe more. And we rock and thrust and pant and moan until I'm getting just the right friction and fangs slide in as I cry out, much to my later embarrassment, coming right on his lap. I buck, out of control really, as tendrils of pleasure flow through my body and I'm floating. He holds me still with hands that have no right to be that strong and I feel the blood leaving me, making me tingle and pulse between my legs and I hope he is more aware than me because there is no way I'll ever stop him.
But he does stop, and his tongue alternates between licking and kissing my neck as I come down and stop shaking.
I feel really lazy, but manage to open my eyes. He is gazing at me, a look of longing on his face that I've only previously seen directed at Buffy. My hand comes up to touch his cheek and that's so very soft and hard at the same time. I'm suddenly cognizant of the fact that I just made out with Spike, let him bite me, had an orgasm and want to have sex with him more than anything else.
I lean in and kiss him lightly on the mouth. "I...that was very..." I say and then his hands are on me again and at first I think I'm about to get my wish, but he just lifts me off of him and I stand clumsily.
"Best not. I'll shag you right here if we continue."
He stands and gives me a look that says he'd much rather shag me than be noble, and walks up the stairs, leaving me alone with my thought and my way too ragey lust. I wanna go after him, especially when I bring my hand up to check for blood and get all panty as soon as I touch the place where he bit me.
But I don't, and I silently thank him for being a gentleman.
The End