Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: Companion piece to Shatterproof Glass. Spike plays with his doll. Spike POV.
Feedback: PLEASE!
Distribution: Soulmates, UCSL, Bite Me Please, all the usual suspects. Anyone else wants it, just ask. I'll probably say yes, I just want to know where it's going.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: First, I'd like to dedicate this to Feen, whose feedback on this when I posted it in my Live Journal was so inspiring and confidence-building! I love you, Feen! You made my day; to Emerald, the sister I always wanted; to Missy, who always makes me feel better; to Kitty, whose friendship is a treasure I cherish; to Kat, my dearest chum and whose sense of humor and wisdom are unmatched; to Elisabeth, who never misses anything and who is always a pal; to Lisa Kelley, my soulmate, my bud, my fellow Vachss fanatic, and the woman who gave me my computer...thanks again; to Fayth, my frister; to Countess, who is always such fun; to Tonya, thanks for the banners; to midnight, Em, Danielle, Angel S., femail, knightie, spikedluv, and Jenni...for being such great people; and to Inell, without whom I would never have discovered Buffyfic and would never have written a thing!
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She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. And she was all his. His vampiric senses told him his doll had never belonged to another. And that made her even more perfect in Spike's eyes. He would never again have to know the pain of being second best. He would always be first to his lovely, flame-haired doll. His unlife had never seemed less lonely than it did right now.
But something was wrong. His pretty little Red had nearly fainted. He should have brought food home. He knew it. Later, after they'd `played' a bit, he'd take the tunnels and get her something to eat. She deserved it. She was being such a good girl. Now, however, he had a hunger of his own that needed satisfying.
Seeing her there, completely nude, was a revelation. He hadn't known that any woman could look so perfect, so pure, so like a marble statue, as his doll did. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. She was the most splendid creature in the world, he was sure of that. And she belonged to him.
Even her name was perfect.Willow. It suited her. She was slim, beautiful, and sad.just like a Willow tree. But he'd make her happy, a happy Willow tree. Spike fought to keep from giggling at that. He didn't want his precious girl to think he was laughing at her. Not when they were about to become lovers.
Lovers. Spike marveled at that. His Willow would be the first real lover he ever had. The first one who would look at him and not wish he was someone else. Who wouldn't just use him and throw him away. Who wouldn't just take him and treat him like dirt. The first one who wasn't Angelus or Drusilla.
He shook his head to clear the fog from his brain. No use letting alcohol and memories dull the joy of what was about to happen. He wanted nothing to get between him and his girl. Not the past, not tequila, not anything. He wanted to glory in every moment of his first time with his beautiful doll. This first time was as meaningful to him as it was to her. And he knew how special a girl's first time was. He wanted to make it perfect and wonderful for her. A first time that she would never forget.
As he trailed kisses down her nude body, he reveled in the taste and smell of her. Delicious.like nothing he had ever experienced. He dipped his head between her thighs and gently worked his tongue between the folds of her sex, lapping at her growing wetness. The flavor of her arousal was intoxicating. Better than alcohol. He could easily get drunk on the nectar that flowed from his precious Willow's body.
He fought back a groan as he heard her breath hitch when his nose bumped against her clitoris. He moved up to take it into his mouth. It would be better if his girl came before he took her for the first time. He knew it would hurt, regardless. But it would hurt less if she was thoroughly aroused and wet for him. His efforts were rewarded shortly thereafter when Willow moaned and shuddered as she came. When he looked up at her face, with its glazed eyes and wondering expression, he grinned broadly. Yeah, he knew how to take care of his doll alright. And it would only get better.
He moved up her body and, positioning himself at her entrance, thrust into her. He swallowed her scream in a deep kiss as he broke through her barrier and then stayed still, allowing her to recover from the pain and get used to the feeling of him inside her. He needed to adjust as well. It had been a long, long time since he had taken a human and the feeling of Willow's tight heat surrounding his cock was overwhelming. He never wanted to forget this feeling. The first time he was inside his beautiful Willow. It was extraordinary. He had never felt anything like it. Not with the humans he'd fucked and drained in cheap hotels and alleys. Not with Angelus when they had shared each other after a night of bloodshed and torture. Not even with his Dark Goddess. He hoped it would always be this wonderful.
As he felt the tension leave his doll's limbs, he began to move inside her. He kept his strokes slow and gentle at first, but as she began to moan, the sound of her voice spurred him on and he began to thrust more deeply and forcefully. He reached between them and found her clitoris, knowing that he wouldn't last long and wanting to take her with him when he found his release. And then he heard her call out his name. With that, he could hold back no longer. Feeling her muscles tighten around him as her own orgasm hit, he emptied himself into her with a feral cry.
His orgasm had been so intense that he thought he might die from it. He hadn't even needed to bite Willow in order to achieve release. Which was a good thing. His doll was weak, and he didn't want to risk harming her or even killing her in her present condition. And he didn't want to turn her, at least not yet. Her warmth and humanity were far too intoxicating to give up. For the time being anyway. So he needed to be careful with his doll. And he needed to tend to her better than he had been. Now that he had made her his completely, he never, ever wanted to be without her.
He pulled his spent cock from Willow's body and lay next to her for a moment, staring at her lovely face. She looked at him uncertainly. Wanting to reassure her, he caressed her cheek before getting off the bed to put his clothes back on.
"Hush now, luv. I'll be right back. I'm just off for a bit to get you some food."
The End