Email: Inell@aol.com
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill, http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill Anyone that has permission, take. Otherwise, just ask.
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Notes: Set during my own Season 7. May contain spoilers for Season 6.
Notes2: Sorry I've not been around lately. Real life sucks, what more can I say? This is a short and silly little treat for those readers that have missed me. Let me know what you think, as always. Oh, and I promise to update soon!
Summary: Um...do we really need one? Read the title....;)
To Anastasia~For not only being my best friend for nearly three years without killing me, but also for being one of the best darn writers that fan fic fans have ever had the privilege to read and inspiring me to try this fan fic thing. Thanks for everything, hon.
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"Red, what are you doing?" Spike called out, his blue eyes looking at his bedroom door suspiciously.
"Nothing," an all too innocent voice called back.
Spike snorted, not believing his red-haired witch for a second. She was up to something, and it annoyed the hell out of him that he didn't know what. He glanced at the clock, watching as the bright red letters blinked that it was twenty-six minutes after four. In less than three hours, she'd have to be up to get ready for school. He knew it was selfish, but he really wished she'd never gone back. He rather enjoyed having her to himself. Of course, he'd not gotten her until she'd been back in class a couple of months, so he guessed he couldn't complain all that much. He had to smile as he thought of the last few months. It had been a bit of a surprise that night four months when he had realized that he was falling for the redhead. She'd gone off to London, he'd gotten a soul. When they'd met again, he had still been under the delusion that he was in love with the slayer. What a laugh that was. The sex had been great, but it had never gone beyond that. When he and Willow had actually started to become friends, sharing their lives and laughter, it was then that he had realized what he had been missing. Willow, of course, had been loyal a friend to even suggest that she had feelings for him, seeming to think the slayer would be upset with her. Poor thing had been through so much the last couple of years, he hadn't pushed her into risking losing anything else. If it hadn't been for Buffy, who had somehow realized the growing emotion between her best friend and former lover and done her best to push the two together, Spike knew he and Willow wouldn't be where they were now.
Again, his eyes looked at the dark doorway. The little minx had snuck out of bed nearly ten minutes before, thinking him asleep. He shifted on the bed, the cotton sheets rubbing his bare skin as he called out, "Willow, what are you doing?"
"Spike, to be so old you are the most impatient person I've met," she said, laughter in her voice as she appeared in the doorway. She flipped the light switch on, completely unaware of how beautiful she looked.
Spike's eyes moved over her nude body, noticing that she was keeping her hands behind her back, taking pride in the bite mark on her neck and the soft bruises on her breasts. She was his. He leered, "If I remember correctly, it was a certain gorgeous redhead that was begging for me to hurry earlier this morning."
Willow blushed slightly, remembering all too well what he was talking about. She shook her head, "That doesn't count, and you know it. You'd been tasting me for *hours*. A saint couldn't have been patient by that point!"
"Excuses, excuses," he said with a smirk as he sat up, his hand running through his blond hair. "Get in bed. We don't have long before you have to get ready for class."
"Don't want to get in bed," she said with a playful smile, "I'm hungry."
He rolled his eyes," You'd rather eat than have sex with me? What does that say about this relationship, pet?"
Willow had to laugh at his overly dramatic tone. If anyone had told her even six months ago that she would be standing in Spike's room naked, laughing at him as he lay naked on the bed where they had just spent several hours making love, she'd have assumed they were insane. Now, it seemed, she was the insane one. Spike just did something to her that she couldn't explain and didn't understand. She still missed Tara, as he still missed Drusilla, and, in some ways, Buffy, but she was in love with Spike. And he loved her. Even Xander had to admit that the blond vampire cared about her. She gave Spike what she hoped was a wanton look as she brought the jar out from behind her back. She smiled wickedly as she said, "What if I want to eat you?"
"Thought that was my job, luv," he said suggestively, his eyes trying to see what she had in her hands.
"Well, I'm the hungry one, and I've decided that I want a little chocolate covered Spike," she said innocently as she unfastened the lid on the chocolate body paint that Buffy had bought her. For some reason only known to her, Buffy had made Willow's happiness her second priority after taking care of Dawn. Since she'd been back from England, the slayer had done everything in her power to keep Willow smiling and content. This body paint had been the latest gift from the slayer, who seemed to have forgotten that she'd had a rather wild affair with Spike not even a year before. It still was rather weird to be having sex with someone that Buffy had had sex with, but Willow tried not to dwell on that too much.
"Baby, nothing about is me little," he said as he felt his cock starting to harden at the expression in her eyes. "Chocolate?"
She giggled, "Yeah, chocolate."
"What's it taste like?" he asked curiously as she crawled up the bed, the sweet scent of chocolate preceding her.
"Try it," she suggested, dipping her finger in the jar and then bringing it to his lips.
Spike licked the paint from her finger, sucking her warm flesh before nipping it with his teeth. "Yum," he whispered, his eyes giving no doubts that it was her and not the paint that he found so pleasurable.
"I'm supposed to be seducing you, Spike, not the other way around," she said softly, feel wetness already dripping down her thighs.
"Seduce me, then, luv," he smiled, "I'm easy."
"You're telling me," she said with a laugh as she kissed him, tasting the chocolate on his tongue. The two most sinful things in the world: Spike and chocolate.
"If we keep doing that, there will be no seducing," he said as he pulled back, knowing that he was already fighting the impulse to sink inside her warmth.
"Can't have that," she said as she brushed her lips against his face. "Must have seducing."
Spike watched as she moved her fingers into the jar, his eyes following her hand as she rubbed the paint onto his chest. He jerked slightly as the cool liquid touched his nipple. "That feels kind of gross, luv."
"Spike, hush," she warned, rolling her eyes as he made a face. She moved her mouth over his nipple, her tongue darting out and licking at the paint. It was better than she had expected, tasting a bit like a melted Hershey Kiss. It was sort of squishy and greasy, though, and was pretty gross.
"Red, if you keep bouncing that pretty bottom that way, I won't be responsible for my actions," he said lazily as she again brushed against his hard cock. He groaned as she deliberately brushed her wet warmth against his length, his hands clutching the sheet beside him as he fought the desire to enter her hard and fast. He mumbled, "Playing with fire, luv....."
"Spike, stop that," she cautioned as his hand moved to cup her wetness. "Am I going to have to tie you up?"
"Can't, Red. I broke the handcuffs the other day," he reminded with a smile.
"Don't touch," she warned, remembering all too well how he had broken the handcuffs. She hadn't been able to sit for several hours after that particular night.
"Yes, Mistress," he said, the words flowing seductively from his lips.
Green eyes caught blue as Willow moved her body lower. She ran her hand over his stomach and lower, watching as he tensed when her hand first touched his erection. He was so beautiful, she thought in amazement. Every expression, every action, everything about him turned her on. She leaned down, running her tongue over his length. She deliberately took her time, getting a bit of payback for their earlier encounter. She knew he was fighting the impulse to just fuck her, enjoyed the thought that she was testing his control. If she were completely honest, she loved the fact that she could make him lose control. She enjoyed when he got rough, liked to see his fingerprints on her flesh, loved the sensation of him feeding from her after sex. She knew it made her a bit strange, but everyone had their perversions so she wasn't ashamed.
"Willow," he begged, arching up into her mouth as her warm hand played with his sacs, her finger brushing over his ass as she sucked him.
Willow continued to suck, the chocolate flavor long gone, now tasting only the essence of Spike. She groaned as she rubbed her legs together, wishing she had an extra hand. Play time was over. She wanted to fuck. She pushed her finger into him, knowing that he would lose it. With a growl, he came, his seed spilling into her mouth. She sucked him dry, finally releasing him and licking her lips. She didn't have time to finish before his hands were on her, flipping them as he entered her, his cock still hard. She gasped as she felt a coolness on her breast, eyes focusing on the chocolate body paint he had smeared on her breasts. His mouth was licking and sucking as he pounded into her, his thrusts driving her into the bed. It wasn't long before she was calling his name as she came, her head thrashing on the pillow as her hand tightened in his hair. He kept thrusting, having already cum once in the past ten minutes. She pulled his head up, her lips finding his as they shared a kiss that tasted of chocolate and sex. She tightened around him, hoping to send him over the edge. She was close, and wanted him to find release with her. Half a dozen thrusts later, he sunk deep, his seed again spilling as he bit into her shoulder. She cried out, the pleasure intensified by his biting, her world exploding as she gasped for breath.
Later, as they lay there, the jar of chocolate discarded, Spike still buried deep inside, Willow's eyes found the clock. She groaned as she realized that it was nearly six. She had an early class, meaning she had to in the shower in less than an hour. She felt Spike's lips on her neck, his tongue running over the bite he had made. She felt a heat begin to build inside her as he lazily stroked her flesh with his tongue. She looked at the half used jar of chocolate paint, a smile crossing her lips as she whispered, "I think I'm going to play hooky today, Spike."
"Hmm?" he asked, nuzzling her neck as she spoke softly.
"Skip school," she clarified, feeling him lift his head, his blue eyes finding hers. She saw the pleasure in his eyes and knew that he was happy with her decision. God, how she loved him. With a smile, she motioned to the jar, "I'm still hungry...."
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