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Rating: NC 17
Summary: An online friend was feeling down and thought a little W/S smut might cheer her up, voile.
Disclaimer: All characters and aspects of the fictional environment are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox, et al. There is no intent, or remote possibility, of anyone profiting from this.
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Spike was slouched in an easy chair in Willow's living room watching one of his favorite soaps. There were some real advantages to being house bound in the daytime, All My Children and General Hospital being two, he thought to himself.
Glancing toward the kitchen, he caught Willow bending over to pick up something from the floor. She was wearing a white camp shirt and a short plaid 'school girl's' skirt and, as he could see, pink panties.
He shifted position in the chair, " and that making three, " he said to himself.
He'd returned to his story when Willow suddenly landed in his lap.
"Careful luv, " he said with a serious look, " you could do me a damage and in a place that you might regret.
She grinned and put her arms around his neck, " you're turning into a couch potato, come and play."
Spike twisted his head so that he could see the screen, " this is the best part, the illegitimate step son's wife is going to confess to the murder of the town miser. She didn't do it of course, but…"
He was interrupted by an openmouthed kiss from Willow. She challenged his tongue with hers tracing the outline of his lips and then darting it deep into his mouth.
"OK, " he said as she drew back, " you've got my attention. What are you up to?"
She stuck out her lower lip and pouted, " why do I have to be up to something?"
"Because I know you, " he said running his fingers lightly down her sides. She broke into helpless laughter, she was very ticklish, especially with him.
He caught her breath, " OK you win. You know Ann right?"
"You mean knightie, from the fan fic sites?"
"That's her. Well someone told me that she was a little down and I thought it would be fun to cheer her up."
He grinned, " and what is it that we could do to cheer her up?"
Willow leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"I don't know, " he said shaking his head, "the story is getting pretty interesting."
Willow laughed and snatched the remote from the table next to the chair. She jumped up, keyed the TV off, shoved the remote into the waistband of her skirt and took off up the stairs.
A few moments later, Spike pushed the bedroom door open. Willow was lying on the bed, the remote was no where in site.
He closed the door behind him.
"I think you've got something that I want, " he said slowly walking toward the bed.
"I can't think of what you mean sir, " she said.
"I think you do. Don't make me have to look for it, " he said standing at the foot of the bed.
She looked at him blankly and then grinned, " I guess you'll just have to do your worst."
He sat on the side of the bed and began to unbutton her shirt. He opened it and sat back.
"I don't see it here, but…" he ran his fingers lightly over her bra.
"There seems to be something here, " he said softly, " perhaps I should…"
In what seemed like an instant, Willow's bra was unfastened and he was pushing the straps down her arms.
He looked hungrily at her small pert breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately.
"What have we here? I think I should check these out, " he said lowering his head.
He ran his cool tongue lightly across both nipples. Then he fastened on one and began a steady rhythm with his lips and tongue.
He lifted his face, " am I getting warm?"
Willow was squirming. She brushed the front of his jeans with her hand.
She nodded, " I think so, really warm," she cupped him through the jeans and lightly stroked him.
He slid down her body. Stopping at her waist, he gently explored her waistband. Almost miraculously, the snaps and zipper seemed to undo themselves.
He pulled the skirt down and tossed it on the floor.
He turned his attention to the pink cotton panties. He smiled noticing the darker area between her legs.
He caught the waistband with two fingers and pulled them slowly down.
Willow couldn't stand it anymore.
She took him by the shoulders and wrestled him flat on the bed. She straddled his hips.
"The hell with all the foreplay, I need you now."
He smirked as she unsnapped his jeans and tugged his zipper down.
She reached inside and pulled his cool hard length free. She sighed as she sank down on him.
They stayed like that for a few moments, each one waiting for the other to start the motion that they both needed.
"Bloody hell," he grunted taking her by the hips and lifting her up and pulling her back down onto him.
Willow gave a small victory smile and then picked up his rhythm. She could feel him down to her toes and that's where her response seemed to start. It quickly built up as he increased speed. Finally, she screamed and held him tight as she spasmed enclosing him in a pulsing hot velvet sleeve.
He pounded into her once, twice and with the third thrust he came shooting his cool essence deep into her.
They lay together in a sweaty heap, Willow trying to catch her breath.
"Do you think that Ann's feeling better?" he asked with a tired grin.
Willow's eyes sparkled, "I think she just chipped a nail, you know how sad that can make a girl, " she said running her hand down his body, " and I think we might be able to do something to help, ' she added gripping his recovering hardness.
"You might be right, " he said rolling her over onto her back, "we all have to do our part."
END